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Found Family

summary: In which Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent engage in a custody battle over a clone created from both their DNA, or, in which you get saved from a lab and gain two new families who would move mountains for you.

pairing: Bat Family x f! Reader, Supers x f! Reader

word count: 8.2k

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a/n: hello! IT'S FINALLY OUT WOOHOO, it's a bit long but i had a lot of fun writing it. certain characters may be a bit ooc so i do apologize as i'm still getting my footing on how to characterize certain people. let me know what you think! constructive criticism is always welcome and appreciated (just pls don't be mean lol)! i left a somewhat open-ish ending because i wanna make this into a series/universe, and will start taking requests for drabbles in this universe, depending on how this is received! - luna :)

reblogs are appreciated!

“I’m in. Robin, what’s your status?” Bruce spoke into the earpiece, swiftly moving through the shadows of the lab. It was a simple mission: get into the lab Lex Luthor had created under Gotham City, collect intel needed to take down said lab, and leave. Unfortunately, it’s never really that simple, is it?

“I’m in, making my way through the west wing, cover is still intact,” Damian muttered back.

“Good. Nightwing?”

“Just entered the center lab, heading down to the bottom level now, haven't been spotted,” Dick said, making his way down the steps, careful to remain silent.

“Good. Remember the objective. In and Out.” Bruce muttered as he continued, searching for the locked file cabinet he was looking for.

“Files located. Ready for extraction” Damian said quietly through the intercom.

“I’ve made it to the bottom level. Requesting immediate backup, there's something here you guys need to see” Dick’s voice echoed through the earpiece, “They’ve made another clone.”

Bruce stopped what he was doing, silently making his way down the hall towards the staircase Dick took around a half hour before, “I'm on my way. Damian?”

“Heading there now. Files are downloaded.”

Upon arriving at the lower level, Dick bypasses security to let them in, making sure to reactivate the lock behind them, “Look.”

He gestured to the incubation tube not far from them, inside of it stood a young woman, who looked no older than 20, wearing a black skin-tight suit, a familiar “S” symbol adorning her chest, only it was the center of another symbol, the bat symbol, with bat ears at the top and bat wings on either side of it, a dark burgundy color with gold lining along the edges. The plaque below the tube read:

Attempt 1: G6B24

Specimen 1: Superman (Identity: Unknown)

Specimen 2: Batman (Identity: Unknown)

Status: Failed - Shows excessive signs of emotional intelligence (unfit for purpose), Subject is not invulnerable, Lacks thermal vision

‘Emotional Intelligence’ you must have shown hesitation, a moral compass.

“Father… what are we going to do?” Damian asked, he was at a loss, part of him felt slightly threatened, if you were taken in, he would no longer be the only child related to Bruce by DNA, and you were older, stronger— perhaps you would take his place, the place he’d finally felt he truly belonged; however he remained silent, his past self likely would have attempted to argue against your rescue, but he’d grown, he knew deep down you deserved a chance at this life just as much as he did.

Bruce looked up at your unconscious figure, at a loss for words, you were his daughter, intentional or not, there was a part of him in you, he only hoped that part wouldn't screw you over for life. As surprised as he was, he had an obligation to you the same way he did with Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass, Steph, Barbara, Duke, Damian, and every other vigilante he had taken under his wing.

His Batman instincts kicked in very quickly though, immediately refocusing himself, reading through the files, in an attempt to prepare himself for any possible scenario, he turned to Dick.

“Find all the DNA samples they have belonging to both me and Superman, we’re taking them,” he said, making sure to not hyper-focus on the thoughts flooding his mind.

“We’re not just leaving her here, are we? The plaque says ‘failed’. Who knows what could happen to her?” Dick said, he was frustrated.

Conner had gotten a chance to build a life for himself. You deserved one too, the mere thought of Bruce wanting to leave you there angered him.

“She’s coming with us. Damian, watch the door, Dick, find the samples," Bruce said gruffly, moving to the tube, bypassing the database to open it, without setting off any system safeguards. He reached into his utility belt and pulled out his shard of kryptonite, just in case it was needed to neutralize you.

The tube opened slowly, a swoosh sound filling the air as the cold fog escaped the tube, spilling into the air, your eyes fluttering open as you looked around, your eyes focusing on him.

You flew at him, full speed, pushing him against the wall with a thud, knocking the wind out of him, your eyes boring into his, glowing red, just as you were about to terminate him with your heat vision, he uttered the safe word he had seen in your file.

“Blue Pineapple” he grunted out, the red in your eyes fading away instantly, as you stared at him with wide eyes. You backed away slowly, lowering yourself to the floor. Your eyes fixed on him once again.

You recognized him from your programming, the man whose combat skills were engraved into your mind.

“Batman?”

Dick and Damian rushed over, making sure Bruce was okay. He was fine.

Dick turned to you, holding out his hand, “Come with me. We need to get you out of here, you aren’t safe here.”

You stared at him, your eyes narrowing, “Why should I trust you?”

Dick sighed, Those damn Wayne genetics, he kept his hand extended to you, “Because we’re helping you escape, if you come with us, you can meet Superman, be a hero just like him and Batman, you could actually see the world” he promised.

"I know what the world looks like." you stated bluntly.

He sighed, his hand not wavering, "But have you ever experienced it? Let us show you what that's like. You can have a life."

You thought for a moment, before letting out a small grunt, nodding at him and taking his hand, allowing them to lead you out of the lab grounds seemingly undetected.

When you stepped out, you stopped, eyes completely transfixed on the brilliant night sky. Blends of blues and purples and grays danced together to make the beautiful endless abyss above you. You knew every color there was. You knew everything, but at the same time you really didn't. You stared up at the stars, you knew how they came to be, you knew every scientific explanation there was yet seeing them… it made you feel a way you couldn’t explain.

They led you to the batmobile, situating you in the back seat with Damian, starting the drive to the Batcave. Bruce dialed Clark’s number into the keypad, it rang twice before he picked up.

“Hello?”

“Meet me in the Batcave. It’s urgent. Bring Conner.”

“What’s going o-”

He hung up.

Dick covered his mouth to hide his snicker, “So, Bruce, you and Clark have an official love child now, right? What will Lois think?” he feigned concern, placing the back of his hand over his forehead, committing to the drama, “Oh, how scandalous, I mean really, the shame! I can already see the headlines ‘Billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne turned common whore after breaking up happy metropolis family’”

Damian covered his laugh with a cough.

You looked at the three of them, utterly confused, still processing what was going on.

Bruce huffed, shooting them both a glare, “Dick, be mature.”

Dick smiled, “I can't help myself, just wait til Jason finds out.” He smiled in excitement, as they pulled into the side entrance of the Batcave.

Bruce let out a deep, tired sigh.

Clark sat in silence in the Batcave, Conner standing to his left, his eyes wide as he stared at you, possessing some features belonging to both he and Bruce, and other features that seemed to be entirely your own.

You stared back, that same stoic nature radiating off of you that radiates off the Batman, however, he noted the defensive look in your eyes, one so similar to the one he saw in Conner when he first met him. He eyed your suit, noting the familiar “S” symbol, only it was a burgundy color, a rather interesting combination of the Batman and Superman emblems, and he was utterly confused.

He looked over at Bruce, still in his bat suit, his cowl pulled off, “Bruce, what the hell is going on?”

“I had to call you here because Luthor decided to create another clone. I did the DNA test, Clark, she’s a combination of both our DNA” Bruce looked at him, Dick and Damian standing to his right. It was silent for a moment, you felt like a guinea pig, the way they all stared at you. It made you angry.

Conner was the first to speak, stepping forward before opening his mouth, choosing his words carefully, “What’s your name?”

You responded immediately, it felt automatic. “Experiment attempt number one. Code G6B24. I was made to be the future killer of the Batman and the Kriptonian.”

He nodded slowly, “I’m a clone too, and Clark took me in— well, he took me in eventually— that’s besides the point. He showed me how to become my own person, we can help you do that too.”

You looked at him, eyes softening ever so slightly, but you kept your guard up like your Batman programming taught you to. “I was made to be a killer, if I don’t do what I was made to do, what am I worth?” you said quietly, voice unwavering.

Damian watched you, your words striking him in a way he hadn't expected them to, he understood what you were saying all too well.

Bruce decided to speak up next, “You were created, it’s not your fault what their intentions were when they did so. What you become from here on out is your choice.”

You stayed silent, eyes darting around the room—What is this feeling? Vulnerability? You knew it by definition, like you did most other feelings, but feeling them… it was different.

Dick noted the way you seemed overwhelmed, he approached you slowly, pulling up two chairs, motioning for you to sit, you chose to remain standing until he sat down first.

“You know, we trust you, we want to figure out a way for you to become the best you can be. On your terms” he said, offering you a small smile.

You looked around, the others nodded in agreement, “I was made to be only the best parts of you” you said, your gaze focusing on Clark and Bruce, they both put their best qualities forward to help others, how could you use those same qualities to destroy that?

“I… don’t want to be a killer. They said I was too… human. I thought I’d failed them.”

Damian decided to step forward, “You didn’t fail anyone, you are meant for greater things. You haven't killed anyone, you can choose your path. If the path you choose is the Robin mantle... I am willing to work with that.”

At this, the other men in the room turned to look at him, Clark and Conner were slack-jawed, this was the same kid who fought Tim tooth and nail over this mantle. The same mantle he was just… willing to give you?

Meanwhile Dick had a proud smile on his face, you thought you saw a small tear in his eye.

Bruce’s face seemed unreadable, however, you took notice of the way the corners of his lips turned up for a split second. before reverting back to their natural state.

You weren’t sure what to say, again, you knew what this mantle was, by definition. The reality was you had no sense of what it meant, the weight it carried. And you knew that.

“Thank you, but I feel like that title isn’t mine to take. I think I need to… become something that's true to who I am, whatever that may be.”

Bruce looked at you, the corner of his lip barely twitching up into a smile, a smile so subtle that only someone of your… background would notice, an attempt of his towards getting you more comfortable, “We should start with a name.”

You looked at Conner, he gave you an encouraging smile.

“Like I chose Conner, so now I’m Conner Kent,” he said with a small shrug, “You can choose whatever you want.”

“I see,” you thought for a moment, “I like Y/n.”

Clark smiled, standing up and clapping his hands together, “Great! Y/n Kent, has a nice ring to it.”

“Wayne.”

He turned towards Bruce, eyes narrowing slightly, “Kent.”

“Wayne.”

This time Conner spoke, “Kent.”

The three men stared at each other, arms crossed mirroring each-other’s glares.

Dick cut in, “How about Grayson?”

“No.” came their simultaneous response.

Dick frowned, slumping in the seat next to yours, “Jeez.”

Damian spoke next, “I suppose Al Ghul is off the table…”

Dick snorted, breaking out into a fit of laughter, you grinned softly at the sounds of his laughter, it reminded you of a windshield wiper.

Conner sighed, “Fine, what about Wayne-Kent?”

Bruce huffed, “I suppose.”

Clark nodded, the smile returning to his face as he turned to you, “Y/n Wayne-Kent”

You nodded, “I like it.”

Dick could help but laugh from beside you, “It's like I'm watching reality tv. Love me some baby mama drama.”

Clark opened his mouth to speak and closed it, before sighing and looking at Bruce, who just pinched the bridge of his nose.

Conner chuckled at the sight, turning to Damian, who’s lip quirked up in amusement.

Bruce looked up, his attention directed towards you, “Y/n, you can stay here for the night, I’ve asked Alfred to set up a room for you. Clark, Conner, come by tomorrow with Lois and Jon, I’ve called the others to come by as well, we’ll get everything situated tomorrow. For now, get some rest.”

Everyone nodded, Clark and Conner heading to the exit of the cave, Damian, Dick and Bruce leading you to the room that was prepared for you.

Dick brought you a sweater and some sweatpants to change into, closing the door with a soft, “Goodnight, kiddo.”

You changed in silence, slowly getting under the covers and drifting off to sleep, marking the start of your new life. Tomorrow would be an interesting day.

You woke up the next morning, to a soft knock on the door, your super hearing picking it up better than you would have liked. You opened the door, revealing an older man you hadn’t seen before. He smiled softly, giving you an instantaneous sense of comfort you couldn’t explain.

“Hello Miss Y/n. My name is Alfred, I am the butler,” he greeted you, handing you a folded set of clothes, “Master Kent chose these for you, however if they are not to your liking, do let me know.”

“They’re fine…Thank you.”

He smiled warmly, the kind old man giving you a nod, “Once you've changed, do come down, I’ve prepared breakfast. The other members of the family will arrive soon to meet you.”

You gave him a short nod, he smiled again, your demeanor reminding him of the young Bruce he’d looked after all those years ago. He shut your door softly before retreating down the staircase, leaving you in your room to change.

You picked up the small note that rested at the top of the pile, reading it over.

Comfortable, Practical, and cool. Hope you like it. - Conner

You looked down at the neatly folded clothes, unfolding a black long sleeve turtleneck shirt, the material was thick but breathable, you slipped it on with ease, the foreign material soft against your skin, you appreciated that it didn’t suffocate you.

You reached for the pants next, dark gray cargo pants, these were thicker, and the had an overwhelming amount of pockets. You slipped them on before slipping on the boots that were at the bottom of the stack and exiting the room, going down the staircase.

Upon entering the dining room, you were met with Bruce sitting at the head of the table, reading the paper calmly eating his pancakes, to his right sat Dick chatting excitedly to the boy next to him, who smiled at him as he listened, he was a slender boy with black hair who looked a bit younger than Dick. Then there was Alred, calmly enjoying his breakfast. Finally there was Damian on the other side of Bruce, leaving an empty seat between Damian and Alred. You sat down, the pale boy noticing you first.

Bruce looked up, “Tim, this is Y/n.”

“Hello.” You sat up awkwardly. One thing you never learned was how to navigate social interactions.

He studied you for a moment, offering you a small smile, “I’m Tim.”

You gave a nod, returning his smile with a smaller one of your own.

“She knows, by the way.” Dick chimed in.

His eyes widened, was that why you were there?

“How?”

All eyes are on you. You opened your mouth to speak but Damian spoke first.

“She’s a clone. Father will explain everything when everyone else arrives so as to not waste time, until then, hold on to your childish curiosity. I’d like to enjoy my breakfast.”

Dick nodded, “She was literally made for this shit.”

“Watch your language Master Dick, it is deplorable to speak in such a way at the table, much less in the presence of a lady.”

Dick blushed, “Sorry Alfred.”

Bruce simply gave a nod.

Tim slumped back in his seat, wanting to ask you questions about your abilities, your earliest memories, who were you a clone of, how your programming worked, the boy was itching to know it all.

Breakfast passed by relatively quickly after that, you weren’t bombarded with questions, much to your relief. Alfred kindly asked you how you slept to which you replied that you slept well. The sound of casual conversation and glassware scraping together filling the room. You enjoyed observing the atmosphere.

Clark and Conner were the first to arrive at the manor, greeting you happily, with them was a woman and a younger boy, who immediately went to sit by Damian.

Clark brought them over to you, the woman smiled warmly at you. It made you feel safe.

She held your hand in hers, “My name is Lois,” her voice was kind, genuine. You noted how she carried herself. Strong, secure, honest.

Clark was quick to bring Jon over, excited to introduce him, “This is my son, Jon.”

“Hi!” he beamed at you, you smiled, he was cute. Cheerful as he smiled brightly at you.

“Hello, my name is Y/n.” you greeted the two, who smiled at you.

Conner was the next to approach, “Did you like the clothes? I picked them out cause it was all I used to wear, but who knows, you may want something more… fashionable.”

You smiled softly, “They're nice, thank you.”

“On that note actually,” Clark said, “I was thinking we can take you shopping later, Bruce and I can pay.”

Bruce deadpanned, “That’s a joke, right?”

He smiled, “Of course, you’re paying for everything.”

“Sounds about right.”

Chatter filled the room not long after, Jon and Damian catching up on the couch while Conner and Tim started a conversation of their own.

The next people to arrive were three young women, blonde, brunette, and red hair. They had arrived together.

The blonde spoke first, “Why'd you call us here Bruce? We had planned for brunch.” She bitterly narrowed her eyes at him, the brunette behind her giving a short nod of agreement.

Bruce sighed, “We’re waiting on Jason. He’s late.”

“As always.” The redhead said with a sigh, though you could see she wasn't actually upset.

The blonde girl turned to you first smiling, “I’m Stephanie, but call me Steph. I’m assuming you’ll be joining our vigilante posse.” She seemed funny, and kind, like she truly cared for those around her.

“Somewhat, I don’t really know. I’m Y/n.” You said bluntly.

“Pretty name.” She smiled, gesturing to the red haired woman behind her, “This is Barbara, but she's really just Babs.” She then gestured to the brunette, “That’s Cass. She’s lovely.”

You looked at them and nodded, “It’s nice to meet you.”

Barbara smiled warmly at you, “You too, I’m so glad there’ll be another girl around, we can always use more company.” She smiled at you so kindly, despite having only just met you. Her voice was sweet, like honey.

Cass smiled softly at you, “Come to brunch with us later. Or, lunch, now since Jason is holding us up.”

You nodded your lip quirking up into a small smile, “I’d enjoy that.”

Truthfully, you didn't know what the fuck brunch was. But she said lunch and that you knew. You'd find out about brunch later.

Then, as if on cue, the man in question arrived, walking through the door, slipping off his brown jacket and tossing it on the couch. He was tall, with a stocky frame, jet black hair with a white streak on the front.

“This better be good.”

Tim mumbled, “Finally”

“Miss me Timmy?”

“Quite the contrary.”

The one called Jason laughed before giving him a small nudge, to which Tim swatted his hand away.

His eyes fixed on you, then on Bruce.

“Dude, seriously? Another one? You have a problem man. You’d think you would’ve stopped after me.”

Bruce stood up, “Jason, sit down. Now that you’re all here I wanted to introduce you to Y/n. She’s a clone, made from both mine, and Clark’s DNA.”

“Holy shit, man.”

“Jason, will you shut up?”

“Never.”

“As I was saying, she’ll be here in the manor for the time being, I’ll be training her and assessing her combat technique.”

“Hold on,” Clark interjected, “She should come with us, she needs to get the hang of her powers.”

“Clark, I have a state of the art training area in the cave.”

“So? We’re supers, all we need is an open field.”

“We need to assess her combat skills, and also assess the extent of her powers. She isn’t invulnerable. We need to prioritize getting to the bottom of that.”

Clark huffed but nodded, understanding the full extent of your abilities was vital in actually training you.

“It’s like I’m watching a custody battle.” muttered Steph, Barbara laughing quietly beside her.

“Wait- So Y/n is basically if you and Clark had a baby?” Tim gawked at them, his eyes shifting from Bruce to Clark, to you. When his eyes landed on you, he fired questions like he was on a time limit.

“How do Bruce’s genetics affect your abilities? Are you immune to kryptonite and invulnerable? How does your thermal vision work? Enhanced strength? Can you fly? Can you fly as fast as Superman? Do you have combat training? How do y-”

Conner smacked a hand over his mouth, leading him back to his seat, “Lets try not to overwhelm her with the questions.” He chuckled.

Tim nodded, looking up at you, “Sorry, Y/n.”

“That’s okay. To answer your questions, his genetics don’t necessarily have a huge impact on any of my abilities, I was created with every available video of Batman fighting embedded into my mind, and the combat skills were engraved in my memory, I should be able to replicate his fighting style to a tee. I’m not invulnerable, but in theory, the stealth I was programmed with allows me to stay agile enough that I shouldn’t often get hurt. I don't have thermal vision, but I do have laser vision, enhanced strength, and flight, although I haven’t tested how fast I actually can fly. And like I said, my combat training is essentially the combat footage uploaded into my mind.”

Tim had nodded, eyes trained on yours in complete interest as you answered each question, occasionally jotting something down on the notes app of his phone.

Lois narrowed her eyes slightly at both Bruce and Clark, “I do hope you’re factoring in giving her the opportunity to build an actual social life. Maybe get her enrolled in school.”

“She has doctorate-level information on several different topics stored into her mind, as well as fluency in 8 languages. I think she’ll be fine, Lois,” Bruce replied.

She rolled her eyes, “Okay, so school’s not necessary, what about building a social life for herself? That’s important.”

“There’s Young Justice,” Conner said, “I figured she’d join.”

Tim nodded in agreement, “I can help her get situated.”

“Where will I stay?” you asked, you didn’t particularly enjoy how they were all discussing you as if you weren't there, but there honestly wasn’t much you could do.

“You can stay at the manor, or you can stay with the team, but it'd be best if you lived here in the Manor.” Bruce replied.

“Why isn’t Metropolis an option?” Clark muttered.

“Because it’s more practical to have her here in Gotham, living with Tim will make it easier to adjust to the team.”

“I want time with her, Bruce.”

“You’ll get it. We’ll have her assessed, then three times a week she’ll train and get a hold of her powers with you.”

Clark nodded, satisfied with that answer.

Lois spoke again, turning to you, “Y/n, how does that sound to you?”

You blinked. “It sounds fine. My super hearing allows me to hear every conversation proficiently.”

She chuckled softly, “It’s a figure of speech sweetheart, I meant if you’re okay with everything that was said, you’ve been a bit quiet.”

You felt your face grow hot, “Oh. Yeah, I’m okay with it.”

Clark gave you a fond smile.

Bruce looked at you and smiled softly, a barely noticeable one, but a smile nonetheless.

The bulk of the conversation was over. The people in the room falling into easy conversation with one another, you look around, not sure what to do. That is until Jason approaches you, a kind smile on his face.

“Hey Y/n, I’m Jason, I’ll be honest, you probably won't see me too often cause I can barely stand being around Bruce, but… if he’s ever a dick, call me and I’ll either punch him for you and take you somewhere he’s not.” he grinned, “Or both.”

You laughed softly, “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.”

He nodded, “I’ll be raiding the kitchen, but if anyone asks, I left.” He shoots you a grin before slipping away.

It’s not long after that when Jon approaches you, Damian by his side, he shoots you a toothy grin, “So, you’re like, my sister now, right?”

You’re not sure how to respond, but you feel a puddle of warmth pooling in your heart, it’s nice. You smile at him softly, “I suppose so.”

He grins, “And that would also make you Damian’s sister. right?”

“I suppose so.”

“See Damian, we’re blood brothers by extension.”

“Jon, that is the most imbecilic logic I’ve ever encountered. Just because Y/n is both my blood and yours doesn’t mean–”

“Blood brothers!” He had shouted cheerfully, before walking away and over to Lois to inform her of the good news.

Damian sighed, though you took notice of the soft smile that flashed across his face, you concluded that he cared for him.

A lot of people in this family– Bruce’s family specifically, tend to hide affection, despite the fact that it is apparent to you that they feel it. You decide not to focus on it, people are complicated.

You chat a bit with various people in the room, Lois telling you that you’re always welcome to visit whenever you’d like, Barbara talking to you about how her work as Oracle, Steph telling you all about the other vigilantes you’ll probably end up crossing paths with. Tim and Conner sat by you, telling you all about the team and the people you’ll meet once all your training is done.

Slowly, people start to leave, you saw Jason slip out the front door first, sending you a wink. Dick left not long after, needing to return to his responsibilities in Bludhaven, making sure to tell you you’re always welcome to visit him over there. Then Clark left with Lois, Jon, and Conner, leaving the residents of the manor plus, Cass, Steph and Barbara.

Damian and Tim had retreated to their rooms, while Alfred busied himself with household chores, Bruce stood up, approaching you before saying, “Did you still want to go shopping? You’ll need training clothes.”

You nodded, “Yes, please.”

Steph perked up, rushing towards the two of you, “Oh, we have to come.”

“Steph, you go shopping every week. With my card.”

Barbara chimed in, “It’s not about that Bruce, you have a terrible fashion sense. We can’t let you impose that onto Y/n.”

Cass nodded in agreement.

“We’re just buying training clothes.”

“She can’t wear training clothes in her daily life,” Steph rolled her eyes, “She needs a wardrobe.”

You smiled, “I would like a wardrobe.”

“See?”

Bruce sighed but nodded, “Let's go then.”

Steph cheered while Barbara and Cass high-fived behind her, it was an amusing site.

When you arrived at the mall, Steph immediately linked arms with you, dragging you around to her favorite stores, paying no mind to your super strength potentially being able to accidentally break her arm. It caught you off guard, not only the physical display of affection, but the trust.

Again, you felt that soft puddle of warmth pool in your chest. You could get used to that.

You had gotten to know Barbara and Cass fairly well during the trip as well, Barbara was sweet, she and Steph made you laugh more than you thought you could. Cass and you got along well too, she picked out the clothes you liked the most, always nodding in approval when you would try anything on, a soft smile on her face. The three of them opened their group up to you so quickly, it had surprised you, you felt that with their company you were better able to navigate finding yourself.

The four of you hadn’t paid much mind to Bruce trailing behind you as you went from store to store, not that he minded. He held a fond smile as he observed the four of you giggling, talking, and having a good time.

He knew his focus on training was important, but he also knew Lois was right (not that he’d admit that to anyone), you needed a social life too. And he knew your heightened emotional intelligence would surely allow you to obtain that, you just needed to blossom, and allow yourself to break free of the restraints you put on yourself.

He’d lost count of how many times he had swiped his card that day, at some point he had decided to just start waiting by the front, once you guys were ready, he’d walk over, swipe his card, and you guys would move on to the next shop. He wouldn't say this to anyone, but he enjoyed doing things like this, taking care of the people he cares about.

The last store you had gone to was WayneTech, it was Bruce’s idea. You needed a phone in order to keep everyone’s contacts. So they brought you there where you got the latest model of their cell phone line, it was sleek and thin. You picked out a case and you got a screen protector. Bruce had told you that once you got to the Batcave he’d input league contacts, safety features, as well as league-level security settings.

By the end of the trip it was early in the evening, Bruce had his arms absolutely filled with shopping bags, and what he couldn’t carry was carried by you and Steph. The five of you stepped out into the parking lot, the sun setting, casting a deep orange hue on the parking lot. You took in the image in front of you, you didn’t know suns could set so beautifully.

The ride home was nice, the car was filled with the soft chatter of the four of you, Bruce didn’t feel the need to listen in. The soft music playing on the stereo as a background was a nice addition to the atmosphere.

When you’d arrived at the manor, the girls had bid you goodbye, but not before making sure they had your number to add you to their group chat. You were warned by Steph that Cass’s meme game could not be beat. You were slightly confused but nodded, a happy smile on your face. They each gave you a hug before getting in their cars and heading off.

The walk into the manor was silent, but not awkward, mainly the two of you taking armfuls of bags up to your room.

As he shut the door, Bruce turned to you, “It’s not too late, if you want, we could start out on some training.”

You nodded, going into your room to change, “I’ll be down there in a bit.”

He nodded, walking away to change as well.

You entered the Batcave shortly after, comfortable in your black sweatpants, and a black long sleeve athletic shirt. Now, having a better opportunity to take it all in, it was massive. You looked to your left to see Damian sparring with Tim in one of the further training areas. You walked over to Bruce, he gave you a small smile, leading you to the second training area by Tim and Damian, who by now had stopped sparring, in favor of observing your skill.

“You can replicate my fighting style to a tee, right?”

You nodded.

“Let’s see it.”

You charged first, making sure to suppress your strength, your movements swift and calculated, landing a fast right kick to his abdomen. He sidestepped, landing a swift punch to your side. You kept attempting attacks on eachother, each one dodging the other flawlessly.

Tim and Damian watched in awe as the two of you gracefully moved, as if you were dancing. This went on for several minutes, until you attempted a fast left kick to his side, which he caught, using as leverage to flip you over on your back.

Your limbs ached, you looked up at him, “How did you do that?”

He held a hand out to help you up, “I’m not as fast with my left kicks as I am with my right ones. My weaknesses are your weaknesses.”

You nodded. Made sense.

“You have good technique, and you replicate my fighting perfectly, but that’s all it is. A replication. You need to make it your own. Adapt it in accordance with your abilities, you can’t do that now because Clark hasn’t trained you, but in time you will.”

You nodded, your chest swelling with pride at his compliment, you knew after your training with Clark you would be able to better adjust your fighting style.

Damian walked over to you, “Y/n. I’d like to spar, you’ve proven to be a worthy opponent.”

You nodded, it would be good to spar with someone with a different fighting style. Tim sat down to the side, perfectly content with just observing for now, like earlier, he occasionally jotted down some notes on his phone. You decided you didn’t mind it. It was endearing.

This time, Damian charged first, landing a swift right kick to your ribs, you turned and landed a hard kick to his chest, sending him back, before he flipped and caught himself, running towards you again. His smaller frame provided him with an advantage as he jumped onto your shoulders, before he could land his blow, you flipped your body, sending him to the floor, landing on his back with a thud. You crouched over him, extending your hand.

“You okay?”

“Fine.” he took your hand, getting up to his feet, you gave him a soft smile, which he returned, giving you a nod of approval. He, like Bruce, didn’t often use his words, but you were able to discern their intentions just fine.

Bruce then led you to a machine he had in the cave, where it analyzed your genetics in comparison to Clark’s, he had determined you were missing the genetic composition that happened to be the main source of invulnerability, therefore the reason you were the way you were. You are unfortunately still weak when exposed to kryptonite.

You were tired by the end of the night. You felt you had bonded with Damian, he had asked you to spar with him another time, to which you agreed.

The next day, Bruce had sent you over to Smallville, where Clark had decided on training you, ‘A good old fashioned open field’ were his exact words.

He made sure to send you wearing your original suit, not knowing how fast you would be flying, just in case, only you didn’t like it, so you opted to wear some sweats over the suit.

And there you were, floating about 300 feet in the air with him, as he explained the basics of flying.

“You want to create your own leverage, using your flight, you should be able to do this.” He bent one leg, tilting to the right as he effortlessly glided in that direction, he repeated the action only now going in the opposite direction.

You nodded, imitating his movements, gliding from side to side before stopping and looking at him. He smiled brightly at you, “You’re doing great, kid. There was never a point where you didn’t have powers, so this should be easy. Now, we’ll test your speed.”

You nodded, “How are we doing that?”

He pulled out a stopwatch, “I’m going to wait here while you fly to Gotham and back. You know the route?”

You nodded.

“Okay… and…. Go!”

You immediately shot forward, a slightly bumpy start but your body adapted immediately, you felt the wind whip through your hair, and a smile spread across your face as you made a U-turn around Gotham, making it back to Clark in seconds.

“2.6 seconds. That’s good.” He smiled at you.

You went on like that for the next few hours, him giving you encouraging words of advice, and you gained better control over your abilities, him providing you with tips he learned over the years. For that last hour, Jon and Conner joined the two of you, the four of you eventually just playing air tag until Martha and Lois called you in for dinner.

They insisted you stay for dinner, and you had no mind to refuse, spending time with them was nice. Jon insisted he sat next to you at dinner, excitedly talking your ear off about whatever he’d gotten to that day, and sharing his favorite stories about Damian with you. He acts like he doesn't like people, but he’s got a soft spot for a lot of us, were his exact words. You honestly completely agreed, you smiled at him as he continued talking.

That day you’d gotten to know Martha and Jonanthan Kent, who insisted you called them Ma and Pa. They instantly coddled you as if they’d known you since birth, though, in a way, that is technically the case.

They didn't let you leave empty handed, sending you off with tupper-ware filled with leftovers, cookies and pie. You thanked them for their hospitality and headed back to the manor.

The next few months were mainly doing morning and evening training with Bruce, occasionally Dick would stop by to train with you, always telling you he was proud of your improvement, which never failed to make you glow just a little brighter with pride. He’d begun a tradition where he would treat you to a burger after training, or whatever it was you were craving. He said that it was his goal to get you to try every fast food joint in Gotham, deciding that it was just an essential part of living there. You quickly decided you hated fast food, but never said anything because that wasn’t at all what mattered to you, what mattered to you was the bond you were creating with your older brother.

Your relationship with Bruce wasn’t perfect. There were times you saw how focused he was on his mission, neglecting the feelings of those around him, he could be an asshole. And with you still navigating your emotions, you’d get angry and yell, and so would he. If you saw him brushing off Damian, or Tim, one look at the crestfallen expressions on their faces was enough to get you angry. You shouldn’t have been surprised, truthfully, you weren’t. You were too similar. You were just fortunate enough to be surrounded by people early on who could convince you to let them in.

Regardless of the imperfections between you and Bruce, you knew he cared. He always showed it with the small smile he’d give you as he held up two tickets to the movie you had wanted to see. Or in the way he’d lure everyone into the living room with snacks for a movie night. Or how he’d try his best to always express to you that you were doing well. That you were enough, and that you deserved to be there.

You’d grown closer with Tim, too, always willing to help him with his assignments (not that he often needed it, but on the rare occasions his sleep deprived self couldn’t wrap his head around a problem). You’d often go to him when you needed help figuring something out on your phone, to which he would offer a simple solution you hadn’t seen before.

Tim was kind, he showed he cared for you by fixing things, when you cracked your screen protector by accidentally tapping it too hard, he made you a new one that could withstand the force of a bullet. He learned to confide in you over time, telling you about Bernard, expressing his worries to you about whether or not he’s good enough. You’d always tell him he was more than good enough.

Damian had taken to calling you ‘sister’, often challenging and teasing you when he could, you’d developed a relationship where he’d go to you for company. You’d sit in the garden and take in the life around you, while he sat a few feet away and drew it.

Once, he drew you while you weren’t looking, when he finished, he handed it to you without a word and walked away. In the bottom right corner you read ‘Y/n Wayne-Kent’ in neat handwriting, just below that, ‘sister’. That was the first time he’d used that word for you. Your heart swelled.

You continued seeing Steph, Barbara, and Cass, regularly having lunch with them and talking with them on the phone. Barbara, or as you now called her, Babs, was always there to guide you when you needed it, she’d often send you small gifts from time to time, like jewelry that reminded her of you.

Cass and you would often find the most peaceful company in each other. She would listen to you talk about all the things you'd been learning, telling you about her own experience adjusting to a new life.

Steph and you bonded over poorly written hallmark movies, she always giggled madly when you would point out plot inconsistencies, wearing the most confused expression she had ever seen on a person, you didn’t understand why at first, you would just state facts, but you always enjoyed the time with her. She always says you guys should start a podcast, and you always agree. You hope she never asks you what a podcast is... because you genuinely didn't know.

True to his word, you didn’t see Jason often, but there were a few instances where you felt particularly suffocated by Bruce’s training that you took him up on his offer to take you somewhere he wasn’t. Those moments were... nice. Every time, he would bring food, and take you to his apartment, where you talked about books and he introduced you to some of his favorite movies. You didn’t know why he and Bruce didn’t get along, but you chose not to pry.

Alfred had taken a liking to you instantly, he enjoyed giving you etiquette lessons, and would bake all kinds of scones and cookies for you to try. His humor was at times very dry and sarcastic, which never failed to make you laugh. He taught you how to bake once, finding you were exceptionally good at it, ‘Miss Y/n, I think we’ve found your natural talent’. You hadn’t expected to be good at it, but Alfred said you were phenomenal.

You’d also train with Clark 3 times a week, getting even closer with the Kents, integrating yourself in both families. It was interesting being part of two very different families. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Clark had shown you a lot about your powers, but it was never just training. It had become a necessity for the two of you to fly to some famous landmark and have lunch together, before flying back to Smallville for more training.

Clark was constantly trying his best for you, he still had his regrets from his initial relationship with Conner, and although he was forgiven and their relationship was rebuilt, he knew he lost time. And he absolutely refused to repeat that and hurt someone else who didn’t deserve it.

You always stayed for dinner, you found that you could never say no to Jon, the one time you tried was awful, you felt so bad that you went back the next day and took him shopping. With Bruce's card, duh.

Jon was stuck to you like glue whenever you were over. He always insisted on sitting by you and talking to you about whatever he’d been up to. He flew around with you a lot, you guys would play games that he taught you how to play. Your favorite moments were when he and Damian would allow you in to watch them play video games because ‘How do you not know how to play video games? That’s just wrong. We’ll teach you.’

Conner had spent more and more time with you as well, telling you about a lot of social cues, the importance of boundaries, etc. He was determined to help you adjust in every way he could, he shared his experiences with you when he first started working in teams. You learned a lot from him, he was very affectionate with you, but in that awkward-older-brother way. He’d give you a soft pat on the back and a smile, he knew you’d do just fine.

Lois became your role model, you truly admired her. She was strong, outspoken, confident. She helped you not be afraid of forming your own opinions and voicing them. One time she saw you yell at Bruce over something he’d done, and all she could do was smile proudly.

These people whose lives you just appeared in one day, very quickly became your family. Every day you were reminded of how lucky you were to have come to care for them as much as you do. Bonding with them was nice, and you very quickly understood the appeal of having family.

These are people who care for you unconditionally, simply because they want to. Because every moment that they spend with you, they choose to.

And just like that, you were ready to meet the team. You had learned to combine your combat skills with your powers, if you need to, you can fight in mid air. You’d learned to incorporate your abilities into your technique to enhance your own personal style. And it felt amazing.

You knew every possible way to deliver an effective, non-lethal blow. Of course, you needed a suit. Bruce offered to enhance the one you had worn the day they rescued you, but you wanted a new one. To you, that suit represented what you were created to be, and that is not who you are. You wanted something true to yourself, and he understood and wholeheartedly supported you. Damian helped you make a sketch, and together you’d designed the perfect representation of you. And you became Eclipse. The alignment of two heroes, though unintentional, created a whole new hero. You.

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Finally Getting Help (prt 6)

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The Wayne family gathered in the family room once Alfred was done setting up the projector, somehow there was also a plate of cookies and a couple pots of tea on the coffee table. How he’d found the time they didn’t know, he always seemed to be doing just a little more than should be possible but they didn’t question it.

Jazz seemed nervous as she plugged in her USB and accessed the power point on Ghosts and Liminality. The tidal page had a picture of Danny in his Phantom form standing with a group of others, a boy with gray skin and blond hair, a girl with green hair and skin, and a goth with purple eyes and a dark skinned boy who looked around Danny’s age, and Jazz with the title “Ghosts and Liminals!”

The next slide had simple text: “What are they and How are they made?”

With each slide she read the text on the screen allowed and then added any context or anecdotes she thought of, or had prepared.

(Next slide)

Ghosts:

Made of ectoplasmic energy and obsession

Made either:

when someone dies with strong enough desires

An idea gains enough traction to take on a life of its own

Immutable concepts and gods

Must be allowed to indulge in obsessions or they will cease to exist

All have basic abilities such as flight, intangibility, invisibility, and minor shape shifting

On top of basic abilities most will have additional powers based on their obsessions

Immortal unless killed

Love to fight

Liminals

Made when a human is exposed to high levels of ectoplasm for prolonged periods of time

Have some ghostly traits

Ghostly traits vary person to person

Less susceptible to human illness and injury

“The ghosts on the picture are Kitty and Johnny, we’ve had problems with them but would consider them friends now. They’re the ghosts of two humans who died, but there are others, Vortext for instance is the ghost of Storms. Those ghosts who come from ideas are called ‘neverborns’. There seem to be almost an infinite number of ghosts, however not all of them are interested in having anything to do with us so we tend to get the same faces showing up a lot in Amity.

“I don’t know how many liminals there are. I thought they might be new with my parents' research but as I look into it more I think there are more natural sources of ectoplasm then my parents thought.” Jazz explained before going to transition to the next slide.

“I have a question-” Bruce started before Jazz hushed him.

“Wait till the end please! I might answer it without you having to ask,” She scolded, and he felt very much like a schoolboy again as his children snickered.

(Next slide including a image of the glowing green viles in the Fenton’s lab and a glowing green crystal)

Ghost biology

Ghosts do not have any recognizable organs or bones

The only solid part of their being is their Core which is the source of their ectoplasm

Any injury to a ghosts form not done directly to their core is considered minor and will heal

A healthy ghost is fully capable of mending any damage including removed limbs in a matter of hours or days depending on extent of the injury

All injuries not including the Core are considered minor

Ghosts are considered young for at least the first hundred years of their existence and are often not considered adults until nearly 500

A caveat to this is ghosts are heavily driven by emotion and will often be the age they feel they are allowing ghosts to mature much more quickly, or more slowly

When this is the case ghosts are treated as the age they present and behave

Ghosts reproduce by shaping ectoplasm and Wanting a child badly enough

“Believe me it was incredibly scary the first time I saw Danny in his ghost form have something go right through his stomach. It took him a long time to convince me it wasn’t a big deal and it barely hurt. He does have to make sure he repairs the damage Before turning human again though or the damage can transfer over and I don’t need to tell you a hole in the gut is a lot more serious for humans!

“If I’m honest I only know ghosts that have stayed younger then they really are, for instance Youngblood who’s a few hundred years old and could be well on his way to adulthood if he wanted but has remained a child. I assume it can go the other way though, if a ghost is very mature for their age.”

Ectoplasm

Ectoplasm is the energy that makes up all ghosts and the Ghost Zone itself. All ghosts can feed on the ectoplasm around them as well as produce their own by indulging in obsessions. The ghosts Cores produce the ectoplasm like a brain produces neurochemicals when exposed to the right stimulation.

Ectoplasm is a powerful source of energy but unstable. When it is stabilized into an ecto-crystal it is more stable and can be used as a power source safely by ghosts and liminals.

“Most ectoplasm is green like you see in the pictures. But it isn’t the only colour, some other ghosts produce different colours and it is highly tied to what emotion drives them. When it’s pure it usually smells like petracore but it can get pretty foul.”

(next slide)

What are Obsessions

Every ghost has one or more obsessions

They can be very literal things such as boxes, or ideas and emotions such as Love

In rarer cases they may have dual obsessions

Unlike for humans obsessions are very healthy for ghosts

Ghosts need to indulge their obsessions

Sometimes the way ghosts indulge their obsessions might seem evil, however it is almost always just amoral

Obsessions shape every part of a ghost from their powers to thier physical appearance, to befriend a ghost you Must understand and aid their obsession

In very extreme circumstances a ghosts obsession may shift, sometimes this is healthy, more often it is a result of extreme trauma

“With my interest in psychology this was sort of hard for me to accept. From the outside the way ghosts obsess seems really unhealthy but it’s what gives them life. When not allowed to indulge in their obsessions ghosts will dysregulate and go to extreme lengths to try and get their obsession, if that doesn’t work they either go dormant if their core is still healthy enough or they will melt.

“Ghosts change their obsessions very rarely, I’ve heard of it happening as they heal. For instance once a ghost has gotten revenge for themselves, if that was their obsession, their obsession might shift to avenging other people, or even protecting them so they don’t need to be avenged.”

(Next Slide)

Ghost Culture

The Ghosts have a monarchy

The title of the Ghost King is not hereditary but passed through trial by combat

Under the monarch is a council of being known as Observants, and powerful and old ghosts called Ancients

Ghosts respect strength and value power and cunning in combat a lot

Ghosts bond with each other through combat and play fight with family and friends often

“I have down that the ghosts are a monarchy, and technically that is true but the current Ghost King was a tyrant who was locked away thousands of years ago. I’m sure as soon as someone shows up who’s powerful enough to beat him his court will be happy to pick up where they left off with a better King, or queen, though I don’t think the title has to change based on gender.

“I really can’t stress enough how violent ghosts are! Because nothing short of having their cores shattered can kill them, play fighting for them can look Very Much like a murder attempt to a human. A lot of the issues we’ve had with ghosts have come from them just not understanding quite how fragile humans, and for most of them they feel really bad once they know they actually Hurt someone by shooting them. It’s really best for everyone when they’re kept separate and Ghosts can happily tear each other apart in peace.”

Liminals

The result of long term low level exposure to ectoplasm, sudden high doses are almost always deadly

Liminals Can have almost every trait a ghost can, usually having a combination of a few

Commonalities between liminals include

Minor cosmetic changes such as: glowing eyes, pointed ears, and/or sharp teeth

Increased stamina, strength, and aggression

Increased obsessive behaviour

Liminals sometimes develop powers shaped by the strength and type of obsession

“Most of the people Danny and I know are liminals. I don’t want to talk about them in case they don’t want to be outed so I’ll talk about myself and my parents. We all had prolonged exposure after all. My ears are pointed,” She said brushing her hair back so they could see them, “And Danny is a little more then liminal but even in human form he has fangs.

“My parents didn’t realize it but they could to the point they could subsist on their obsession without needing to eat or sleep as often as a regular human would. About a year ago I started developing the ability to tap into and feel other peoples emotions, I can feed on them a little too but I try not to because the Worst ghost we met did that and I don’t want to be anything like her.”

(Next Slide)

In conclusion

Ghosts are not evil even though sometimes their actions are hard to understand

Never get between ghosts when they’re fighting each other but it’s usually safe to yell at them to remind them not to break anything

Never get between a ghost and their obsession

Don’t drink ectoplasm unless you know you’re already liminal

“I have a feeling the section about liminals will be familiar to a bunch of you. I know Damian is liminal though I don’t know how he was exposed to ectoplasm and some of you,” Her eyes skirted across Tim and Bruce. “Are toeing the line. You’ll probably notice Damian and Danny getting really close, and they might get in some really vicious looking fights. I promise Danny is playing at least.”

The family was left silent for a moment, Bruce knew he was thinking about Jason. Who had died, been exposed to.. What certainly seemed to be something like Lazarus water and come back, obsessive, aggressive, and emotional. He wished he’d had this powerpoint a long time ago. It helped understand Damian too but mostly he was thinking about Jason. He needed to reach out again, maybe meeting Danny would be good for Jason?

“So uhhh, ya, that’s the end of the powerpoint?” Jazz said, shifting from foot to foot in the awkward silence. “Any questions?”

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is there someone else? | n. romanoff

synopsis: you and natasha have been going through a rough patch lately. wanda comes in and shows you everything natasha is unable to offer.

natasha romanoff x reader | slight wanda maximoff x reader

word count: 4.9k words

read part 2 here and part 3 here

warnings: angst, almost(?) cheating, discussions on pregnancy and treatments

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“nat, you have to be patient!”

“i am patient!” the woman before you screamed, red hair almost matching the redness on her features, as she gripped the edge of the table in your shared bedroom. “i have been patient; for days, weeks, months, i have been patient! but this is not working; whatever tony and bruce have been cooking in that lab, is not working!”

“these things take time; natasha, you cannot—”

“—no, not for me,” again, your wife cut you off; hot tears brimming in her eyes now, “not for me. It’s not a timing issue, it’s my body’s issue. the reverse hysterectomy doesn’t work, and the IVF won’t work either.”

this time, you knew better. reaching out towards her, you ignored her flailing arms half in protest, half in desperation, to push you away. you embraced natasha with all that you had; holding on to her as if it would piece her broken pieces back together. and it was precisely then that she broke down; her body physically melting against your own and her sobs filling the atmosphere of the quiet, bleak room. the room that had once been the sanctuary for the both of you; late night rendezvouses against the knowledge of the other avengers, patch-up sessions where natasha would trust you over any medic to see her scars and wounds and not judge, it was even the safest place for natasha to run into after particularly hard missions.

The place still looked all the same, with the addition of Natasha’s belongings now taking up eighty-percent of your space (in what was essentially a room for one, but the both of you had been reluctant on upgrading to a bigger room in the compound with the memories made in your room). But the feeling was not the same.

You held her tighter. “It’s only our fourth round, so what if it doesn’t work? We can always try again.”

“What if I’m tired?” She asked, voice too small, too fragile. “What if it doesn’t work again? What if it’s just a me problem? I can’t have children, I can’t give you a baby, and I never will.”

“Don’t say that, don’t say things like that.” Were the only comforting words you could offer, a little tired, a little irritated, at her repetition of insecurities being voiced after each IVF round the both of you went through.

You led her to your shared bed, and when Natasha tried to reach out for you in the night, she felt you shift closer to the edge of the bed, and away from her.

–

Common side effects of Natasha’s fertility treatments included frequent mood swings, this you knew from Bruce’s multiple warnings before. He had taken special care to explain it to you, and had even advised you to seek help from Clint if necessary. You remembered brushing him off with, “I think I can handle my wife’s emotions just fine.”

If only you knew what you were getting yourself into, you chided yourself now, staring at the back of Natasha’s head, sighing. A little pissy and agitated would be a fine understatement.

You were the assigned leader for the mission; you had thought it was natural that everyone followed your instructions and heed your warnings. Not for Natasha.

She had taken a path that was more direct to the enemy’s line of fire, and considering her complete disregard for her own safety, and the fact that it was right around the time that she could be pregnant from a previous round of treatments, it was very clear from your point of view that she was putting herself in imminent danger, and that you had to step in.

You remembered Steve asking why Natasha was so far off from her tracker, and it was the moment everything clicked. You knew your wife. You knew precisely why she had taken off her tracker.

“Nat, fall back.” You spoke into your comms, knowing full well she had heard you. There was no response.

“Natasha. ”

Two enemies had thrown themselves at you, and in the time taken to take them down, Natasha still had not responded.

You were about to call her for the third time when her comms crackled to you. “Kinda—busy—here.”

Behind her was the sound of gunfire. Screams, cries, the occasional thunk of metal hitting against bones. You thought it was natural that you freaked.

“Natasha, I am this mission’s leader. I am ordering you to fall back, I repeat, fall back!”

“No! I can get the chip faster this way, I’m right in their comms room!”

“Agent Romanoff, this is not a request. If you don’t fall back now, I am reporting you to Fury for insubordination of a direct order.”

She had turned her comms off. The whole team practically heard you scream through their comms, “Fuck!”

Steve was kind enough to cover for your spot, while you ran headfirst into the comms room to extract Natasha. And although her being swarmed and outnumbered by a large margin of enemies was something you expected, it could not compare to the horror that spread through your system at the sight of her pinned down, gasping for air as an enemy tried to wrestle her for the gun she was holding.

He was gone in the next second, as Natasha rolled over to catch her breath. She cursed under her breath, preparing for the onslaught of another one tumbling towards her, but when it was you that filled her vision, helping her stand and leaning her onto your body, she wasn’t so sure if it was any better.

“I—told you—” Natasha tried to say, but you cut her off.

“—You disobeyed a direct order, Nat. You could’ve gotten killed.”

–

Though, back in the quinjet, it felt as if the roles were completely reversed. Natasha was berating you in plain view of everyone else, while you could only sit back, and accept the harshest words that were coming out of your wife’s mouth.

“Do you not trust me? How many missions have we been on together, and how many have I parted to take care of things on my own? How many missions have I gotten injured, or killed? I am not some fragile, brittle object, you know! I am—”

“—Romanoff, I think she gets your point,” Tony tried to cut in, but the glare shot his way was enough to make him shut his mouth faster than he had opened it.

“—I am capable, and you know I was, of extracting the chip myself! We could’ve avoided so many casualties! And now, look where we are, no chip, building destroyed, and civilians dead. All because you wouldn’t trust me to be able to take care of myself.” Natasha jabbed her finger to your shoulder roughly, as if to only rub in your humiliation deeper.

But you only sighed, and stood up. A resigned look on your face, you called Peter forward, and as he approached the table nervously, eyes darting between you and Natasha, she spotted it. Spider-Man pulled the chip out of his suit, and handed it to you.

You showed it off to her, and the rest of the team, and shook your head. “We would’ve gotten the chip regardless. You didn’t have to put yourself in unnecessary danger, and you didn’t have to undermine my leadership.”

You retreated back to the darkness of the quinjet, hearing Natasha sigh irritatedly and march right up to the front again.

–

Halfway on the trip back home, Natasha finally made the decision of risking seeing you to get herself some water, seeing as the supply was all the way at the back of the jet. She had unbuckled her seatbelt, ordered Peter to step in for her, and made the short, but agitating journey to where you were.

But you were not near your designated seat near the supplies, or anywhere where she thought you would be, as she unscrewed the water bottle and discretely scanned the jet for you. I’m not worried for her, I’m glad she’s not in my line of sight, is all.

But what she saw next, as she was walking past another part of the jet, made her stop in her tracks. You were next to Wanda in the makeshift medical bay, your suit unzipped and tied around your waist, fireproofs lifted up to reveal a huge wound that Wanda was tending to.

You seethed as the Scarlet Witch tried to draw back the bleeding with her magic, grabbing her hand and chanting, “Gentle, gentle, please.”

Fuck. Natasha couldn’t believe she missed out on the fact that you were injured. She had thought your gait looked a little strange when you were escorting her to safety earlier; and there was blood in her hands as she let go of you, but she had chalked it up to being an enemy’s. You had sat through her beration, her humiliation, and had said nothing to her of your injury.

Your eyes were shut, as Wanda navigated the stab wound, but her own eyes then drifted up, catching Natasha’s. The Scarlet Witch didn’t budge, looking up at Natasha almost in defiance, mostly in resentment.

A weird feeling settled within the woman, but she shut the curtain to the medical bay, and returned to her seat.

–

Natasha watched yours and Wanda’s friendship begin to bloom. It seemed as if the Avenger had found a solace within your company, as she naturally gravitated towards you in most social settings; team dinners, Tony’s outlandish parties, even during team meetings and discussions. In those moments, Natasha held your arm against hers closer, putting extra effort to drape her body as close to yours as possible as a warning. If you noticed (you did), you didn’t say anything to her, merely welcoming her into your open arms and letting her find comfort at the same time.

However, no matter how much Natasha wanted to keep you close and all to herself, her own hormones got the best of her on her worst days. More IVF sessions had passed with little to no success, brimming and breaking hope simultaneously, and Natasha was finding it harder and harder to sit through you merely reassuring her that it takes time. On her worst nights, she would find even your mere presence in the room an abhorrent sight, instead shunning you out into the common areas or mentioning that she wanted to sleep alone tonight.

Natasha never missed the heartbreak, or desperation, in your face. Perhaps you had been too nonchalant towards her mood swings, perhaps you had paid too little attention to her needs, or perhaps, and you hated yourself for thinking about it, Natasha was slowly growing out of love for you. You never missed the mixed emotions on hers, as you so often grabbed your pillows and headed out to sleep on the couch.

–

One particular night, where a stupid argument about paperwork that you had syphoned off to Natasha, preventing her from going out into the field had ensued, and finished, it ended once again with her yelling at you to get out of the room and sleep somewhere else for the night. The both of you were certain, by that point, that the whole compound could hear all of the words exchanged and screams torn. But Natasha was headstrong, you never were, and you gave in, as always.

Left with nothing but the bitter taste of Natasha accusing you of underestimating her, and the fact that your relationship was on such a thin thread that was affecting the morale of the whole team as well, you exited the room.

But when Natasha tossed, and turned, and tossed again that night, the absence of your body beside hers and only the coolness of the sheets on her skin, the guilt began to settle in. As it always did. She could have been more thoughtful, should have considered your own workload, should have cared more about your feelings too.

With tears hot in her eyes and a resolution to apologise, she left the room, still in her nightgown, to search for you in the common area. When she did find you, however, you were hunched over said paperwork that you had thought to pass off to her, the stack that she screamed would prevent her from going on her mission the next day. You had wanted to ensure that she could still go, eventually.

She called out your name, but when you turned, all the apologies that she had wanted to spill, the invite to return back to your room, were silenced; for Wanda’s own head had popped up beside yours, evident that she had been laying on your lap and accompanying you at work.

She realises that Wanda is there for you in all the ways she never was these days. She realises the outlet for you to share about your day, your frustrations and worries, was not her now. No, of course it wasn’t her, why would it be her? Not when she picks a fight for every little concern you voice out, not when she dismisses your every attempt to talk to her now. A scarier feeling began to form; Natasha realises that Wanda may be your home now, not her.

“Yes, Nat?” You said, your face devoid of any emotion.

She could have screamed, could have cried, could have threatened Wanda with death and tore her away from you right away. She could even have accused you of doing something you promised you would never do to her when you got together; but she didn’t. Natasha wanted to trust you, and she didn’t want her own insecurities to get the best of her, and the worst of you, again.

Instead, all she did was nod towards Wanda, swallowing a huge lump in her throat. “N-Nothing. Come back to our room when you’re done with that. The bed’s too cold.”

–

It was in the way Wanda voluntarily paired herself up with you for missions. The way you could conveniently shove her out of the way of raining bullets, putting yourself in the line of fire for her without a second thought.

The way you were the first person Wanda looks for at the end of said missions. The way you allow Wanda to ease her worries by laying her head against your shoulder afterwards.

The way Wanda hugs you just a little too tight, too long, right after the team worries of your cut-off comms from a particularly hard mission.

Natasha hates herself for noticing all of it.

–

Tony called out your name to the common area one night, despite you and Natasha agreeing to have an early night-in for a round of doctor’s visits the next day. She was a little annoyed at you for being so ready to heed his request, but followed you anyway, hoping it would be quick.

“As you can see,” Tony spread his arms, gesturing around the room to the other Avengers, “Your best friend isn’t around. She’s been gone from us for exactly two nights in a row now, and we want to know why.”

His game show host-style of speaking ticked you off, but you swallowed it down in favour of everyone else around, and smiled politely at him. He continued, “Rogers says it’s her time of the month, which, might be true, is totally boring and not helpful to this discussion at all. Danvers says she’s probably just sick of our shit, which, might also be true, but is being a Debby Downer and I do not stand for it. With the amount of vomiting Vision hears from his room, he says it’s because I gave her food poisoning when I tried to cook dinner on Monday, which is the least likely option there is, so I’m disregarding it. What do you say, huh?”

“She told me she has a stomach flu.”

This time, Thor chuckled from the corner of the room. Grinning, he sneaked in with, “Classic pregnancy symptoms, I say. Natasha’s been the one trying for a child, but have you accidentally knocked the wrong woman up, kid?”

He didn’t need your furious glare and Natasha’s choked sob behind you to know he had voiced out every insecurity of hers so perfectly, as the Black Widow practically stormed straight back to your room, with you hot on her heels, trying desperately to call out her name.

–

“It was just a joke, Nat, and he knew it! You and I know it!”

“Was it really?” Natasha’s eyes were red and raw, throat hoarse from screaming, “Was it really a joke to you? Or have you really gone and fucked her and gotten her pregnant?!”

“That’s impossible and you know it!” You retorted, taking one step closer. Natasha took one step back. Your hands had raised, trying to reach out for her to see reason, but seeing her retreat only sent a knife straight to your heart, and you threw them up in the air, giving up. “Nat, I—I—Wanda’s a friend. That is all she is, all she will ever be. I don’t understand why—”

“—Do your friends touch you like I do? Do your friends get to lie their head on your shoulder, hug you goodbye and welcome home after every mission, be the outlet for your frustrations and worries, your celebrations and joy? Do your friends matter more than I do?” She cut you off, shoving you against the wall this time.

You took the opportunity to grab her wrists, tilting your head so you were directly at her eye level. “Natasha.”

She refused to meet your eyes. “Natasha. Look at me.”

She shook her head, refusing to give in, refusing to let you see the insecurity, heartbreak, and jealousy in her green eyes, now dull and wearier than the emerald they once were. “Fuck you.”

“Natasha, what is going on with us?” You asked sincerely then, begging her to see reason, to see you. “We fight everyday, we barely spend any time together, and you don’t even bother trying to listen to me. To help me help you see reason. You hate me on most days, you despise what I am, what I do, and I don’t know how to fix this. Have I become so broken, so unlovable, that you cannot even stand to be in the same room as me anymore?”

Natasha slowly lifted her gaze, blinking away the tears. “You don’t seem to mind.”

“Because I don’t want to ruin whatever we have left!” You shouted, exasperated. “I don’t want to lose whatever shred of love my wife has left for me, I don’t want to make things worse, and I don’t want to make you feel worse. Tell me, is it the baby? Is us trying for a baby too much for you, Nat? Is this not something you want anymore? Because ever since we’ve started trying—”

“—It’s not the baby, it’s me,” Natasha freed her wrists from you, turning away. “It’s me, and my inability to be a wife, a proper wife, to you. Fuck, I can’t even give you one thing every married couple wishes for, a fucking child, and now you have to run off to an actual woman who can. I’m a fucking failure, that’s what I am.”

“Nat, not every couple wants—not every couple needs—a child. I’m perfectly happy with—”

“—Are you really? Are you really perfectly happy with the way things are? Do you not wish for more, something I can’t give? Someone who can understand you, love you, better than I can?”

You knew where this was going, and you rubbed your forehead in frustration. “What are you getting at, Natasha?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t see the way she looks at you.”

You sighed. “I honestly don’t.”

“Of course you don’t!” Natasha’s voice broke, uttering the next words, “But I do. Because she looks at you the way I look at you. The way I wished you looked at me.”

“Nat, don’t do this. Don’t do this to yourself, and don’t do this to us. I can assure you Wanda is…is…” You trailed off, not believing the incredulity of it all.

“Is what?” Natasha hoped with all of her heart you could finish the sentence. “Is what…? Tell me. Younger? Better? Easier to love, than I am?”

But you could only shake your head once more, furrowing your eyebrows. “You know what, Nat? I give up. I truly give up. If you can’t get over yourself and your own insecurities, even though we are married, even if you knew I only love you, I cannot help you. I need a break…we need a break.”

You didn’t tell her for how long, you didn’t tell her what you were going to do, or what she could do to fix things. You merely brushed past her body folding in on itself in anguish and absolute heartbreak, and packed your things. That night, you had left her all to herself, and she had only felt loneliness like this once.

Suddenly, Natasha was twelve again, all alone in the Red Room to fend for herself. She had lost her parents, she had lost Yelena, and now, she had lost you too.

–

wanda was browsing through the menu, seated in front of you at the hotel balcony, celebrating the end of another successful mission together. it was a few weeks after the incident with natasha, and with no end goal or date in sight of when you were returning to her arms, you had resigned yourself to stick to wanda, much to the scarlet witch’s pleasure, too.

“an aperol spritz or a negroni?” she had asked, but you were busy staring right at her.

wanda’s eyes were blue, wide and ethereal. Her hair was a lighter colour than natasha’s, hands softer as they wrapped around yours, hugs tighter.

natasha was all that you had ever known, and loved. you have been together for so long, you find it hard to believe that what you feel for wanda could ever be real.

she was kind, patient and understanding; wanda never complained, never screamed or raised her voice at you. you remembered when the feeling began; the very night where natasha had practically banished you from your room, and her footsteps came pattering down to the common area where you were. wanda had just returned from a mission with thor and sam, but still insisted on staying up with you. as her head laid on your lap that night, her big, blue eyes staring up at yours, you felt something stir in your stomach; a feeling that you hadn’t felt in a long while with natasha. butterflies anew.

you became concerned, protective, of wanda during missions. always worrying if she had eaten before a gruelling day, taking extra patience in training her for combat practice, you began wondering if you had really looked at her as just a friend all this while. when wanda and natasha both came home with a bullet graze on their arms on one mission, you found yourself worrying for wanda almost as much as you did for your wife.

perhaps that was the moment you knew, and so did natasha.

–

wanda called out your name lovingly, half-laughing as you stared into blank space yet again, dissociating as she stepped out of the shower.

“you still upset that I chose the negroni?” she teased, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

getting up to change, you tried hard not to hyper-focus on the beads of water dripping down wanda’s body, as she bent down to find a spare change of fresh clothing. “of course. criminal, that you order everything but an aperol spritz in Italy, of all places.”

you found the t-shirt that she had been looking for, and whistled for her attention. but right as the woman stepped forward to take it off of you, you tugged it under her grip, side-stepping further into the room.

“apologise, for the spritz, for me, and everyone else in italy.”

wanda shot you an incredulous look, before your own serious resolve broke too, and the both of you ended up laughing, nearly tumbling forwards towards each other. somewhere along the line, Wanda decided to take the opportunity to try to take the shirt, but your reflexes kicked in, and right as she reached forwards, you went for her legs; throwing her onto the bed to dodge her attack.

giggling, still, Wanda tried to sit up as you pinned her down. but the woman managed to take one of your own, as she grabbed your hand, and with one swipe, had your wedding band in her left hand, taunting it over you.

“got something of yours, too,” she grinned, handing out her other hand for an exchange, “Now give me my shirt.”

your eyes widened at the sight before you then. wanda, dressed only in a towel that was barely hiding anything from view, the compromising position you were in, the wedding band she had taken off of you at that moment.

heart to heart, yours beating as fast as hers, wanda finally noticed too. slowly, but surely, her red magic came up to envelop the both of you, the warmth in them flowing through your senses, making your head fuzzy and lightheaded.

she leaned up, mouth just inches from yours, hoping, begging, for you to close the distance. her towel had almost fallen off her body then, arms around your neck. if you dared look down, nothing would be hidden from view.

“come on,” she murmured against your lips.

you hesitated, the grip on her waist suddenly disappearing. “i…no.”

wanda pouted, you remembered shaking your head. “i’m married, wanda.”

“please.”

you snatched back your ring this time, throwing the t-shirt onto her body and looking away just as quickly. opening the door to the balcony, you found it hard to catch your breath. “i can’t. i’m sorry.”

–

though, that night, watching her sleeping figure sprawled out on the shared king bed, you took another swig of the gin leftover from the bar, wondering if you had made the right choice.

the opportunity had presented itself, and yet you didn’t take it.

natasha had left a text earlier on your phone, and you cursed when you remembered what date it was. it was almost an asshole move to simply text her back ‘happy anniversary to us’ too, when she had sent a long paragraph apologising for what she had done, and begged you to come back to celebrate your five-year wedding anniversary together.

–

sleeping on the couch, and as far away from wanda as possible, you felt your phone vibrate in the middle of the night.

getting up groggily, you had almost thrown it back to where it was, until another text came in, and another. they were from Natasha.

i have to tell you something. you had texted her back with a question mark, but her only reply had been that she refused to tell you over text, and that you would only know when you got back.

considering the state of your relationship with her, and the way you had practically ruined whatever hope of rekindling her affection for you with the anniversary text, you almost knew what it would be already. she would be taking the first step in ending your relationship, and marriage.

looking back at wanda’s sleeping form then, you selfishly thought again if you should have proceeded with the kiss.

–

natasha was already waiting with the other avengers when your quinjet landed. wanda had gotten off first, looking back at you awkwardly, reaching her hand out to help you disembark, after an injury to your right rib. you smiled at her, but rejected her help.

natasha strode towards you in two cool, calculated steps. you offered her a half-smile, but her face was determined, and hopeful. her arms were around your waist in the next second, and for the first time in the last year or so, the black widow tipped you over, pressing her lips against yours in the most passionate, loving kiss. In front of everyone, in front of fury, in front of wanda, natasha claimed you as hers.

“what—” before you could finish your question, she was already dragging you to your shared room, leaving you even more confused than before. perhaps it was a goodbye kiss, perhaps natasha had felt the need to claim you one last time before parting ways, perhaps she had simply missed you over the time you were gone. the last one seemed most impossible.

“sit.” she had gestured, forcing you on the bed. “close your eyes.”

you groaned, the injury on your ribs resurfacing. “nat, i’m really tired, the mission was a success but my side is—”

“please,” natasha begged this time, “please.”

you relented, and closed your eyes anyway, hoping whatever this was, would be over soon and that you could have a full night of uninterrupted sleep for once.

natasha rummaged for something in her bag, and opened your palm up. three small, plastic sticks were placed in them, leaving you more confused than ever.

“open your eyes.”

your heart sunk into the depths of your stomach when you saw what they were. time came to a standstill, the glaringly obvious image before you the prophecy for your past, present and future. three pregnancy tests, all positive.

you finally looked back up at natasha, her eyes brimming with tears of joy and hope. her arms encircled your neck again then, tears fresh on your shoulder.

“i’m pregnant,” she murmured into your skin, as if it would solve everything. as if it was the answer to all of your problems together.

a/n: who's side are you on?

#natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #black widow x reader #scarlet witch x reader #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #black widow #scarlet witch #marvel cinematic universe

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I don’t like gifts

Parings: Loki x Female reader

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE!!!! Master kink, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Oral (m and f), Squirting, Praise kink. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18+!!! Slight angst with happy ending, Fluffy Loki.

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~ You smiled as you put the finishing touches on the final gift for your team. This specific gift though you spent extra time in picking out and wrapping wanting to make sure it was perfect. Granted the person it was for didn’t like gifts and thought the whole holiday was stupid. But you ended up getting him some nonetheless because he deserves something nice.

Once you finished you put all the presents in a bag and headed to the living room. The sounds of christmas music and laughter filled your ears as you walked into the room. There sat your family, the people who you loved more than anything sitting around the fireplace. Smiles adorned everyone’s face as they exchanged gifts and shared stories. The only person you didn’t see though was Loki though which wasn’t surprising but still a little disappointing.

“Heya sunshine!” Steve beamed as he walked up and took the bag of presents from you to help you. “Are these for the whole team?” He asked a little shocked with how much you got everyone.

“Uh yea i might’ve gone a little overboard” You responded a little sheepishly. Steve sat the gifts next to the tree where Tony and Pepper handing out gifts to everyone.

“Might’ve is an understatement sunshine” Tony chimed in as you sat on the couch next to Wanda. You smiled shyly as Tony started handing out the gifts you got for everyone.

Bucky got two new knives and a book about astrology. Natasha received a new thigh holster and gun. Wanda got more of her favorite painting supplies. Vision got a book called “emotions for dummies” which everyone found hysterical. You got Clint new arrows to which he thanked you profusely since Kate lost all of his and you also gave him gifts for his family. Peter got new comic books. Steve got a new sketch pad and pencils. Kate got a new super suit and Lucky got a pizza toy. Yelena got three bottles of vodka and a knife. Tony and Pepper got an all expenses paid trip to cancun for a week. Morgan got endless barbie dolls and stuffed animals. Thor got ten big boxes of pop tarts. Bruce got a new lab coat and a bunch of sciencey books you didn’t understand. Pietro received three hoodies and new running shoes that he’d been wanting for a while. You also got the guardians and Carol gifts but they weren’t on earth right now so they get them when they came back. And last but not least you got Loki a first addition of pride and prejudice, two new knives with gold and green details engraved, a new journal with feather pens and a soft dark green blanket.

The reactions everyone gave to their gifts made your heart grow three sizes. Pretty much everyone gave you a hug… even the bionic staring machine which took you by surprise. And on the flip side you got more gifts than you thought possible.

Tony gave you five grand in cash. Pepper got you a huge basket of self care goodies. Morgan gave you multiple drawings of you and her doing her favorite things together. Nat and Wanda gave you a spa gift certificate claiming you need to relax more. Vision gave you the new pots and pans set you’d been wanting forever. Clint and Kate along with his family got you a puppy you named “Lucy” and some new hoodies. Bucky gave you a knife to which you both laughed. Bruce and Steve teamed up and got you atleast fifteen books. Thor gave you endless sweets and candy. Yelena gave you five bottles of your favorite liquor. Peter gave you a new supersuit that him and Tony designed specially for you. Pietro thoughtfully got you some soft throw blankets, slippers and a new stuffed unicorn.

Needless to say by the end of the gift exchange you never felt so loved by everyone. The night ended around one am when everyone decided to head to bed. But fortunately for you this was your time to give Loki his gifts. You knew he was more than likely hiding out in the library not wanting to deal with humans and their stupid holiday. So once everyone bid goodnight you gathered his gifts and headed to the library.

And of course when you entered the library there he was in all his glory. He was sitting in the bay window is the library reading a book with a slight smile on his face. The light of the moon hit his face lightly and made him look even more ethereal than normal.

“Hey Lo” You said softly as you approached him with all his gifts in hands.

“Hello” Was all he replied with making you frown a little.

“You weren’t at the gift exchange “ You stated with your brows furrowed causing him to look up at you.

“That is correct” His voice was gruff as he spoke making your knees a little weak and your heart sped up.

“Well i know you think this holiday is dumb but i still got you some gifts” Your words caused him to raise his eyebrows at you and scoff a little.

“I don’t like gifts” He said as he closed the book and turned to fully face you. The way his eyes bore into your soul made you even more nervous about giving him the gifts than before.

“Yeah well i still got you some so deal with it” The sassiness of your words surprised the both of you. He smirked and nodded his head a little telling you to hand him the gifts. You swallow your nerves and hand him the wrapped gifts with shaky hands.

Loki takes the gifts and starts unwrapping them one by one inspecting each of them as he goes. You watched as his eyes lit up as he ran his fingers across the lettering on the book, how he moved the new blades in between his fingertips, his fingers grasped the dark green fabric of the blanket and he smiled softly, and you swore he giggled a little at the new journal and pens.

“I take it back” He said suddenly as he looks at all the gifts. “I love gifts” The smile that adorned his face made your heart melt.

“You like them?” You asked nervously. Loki then stood up and took your hands into his and his blue green eyes stared into your soul.

“y/n i love them” He said honestly and you smiled brightly at his words. His hands moved up your arms and then cupped the sides of your face. “Tell me if you want me to stop” He whispered as he leaned in.

“Dont stop” You whispered back looking up at him. That was all it took for his lips to crash into yours and bring you in for a bruising and passionate kiss. The both of you simultaneously moaned at the taste of each other.

You were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t even notice that he teleported you two to his room. But eventually you had to come up for air which is when you finally realized.

“I like your room” The words were soft as they left your lips. Your eyes scanned his room and you took in the dark green couch, extremely soft looking bedding and the ancient paintings that adorned the walls. The room was decorated just like you thought it would be.

“I think you’ll like it a lot better on my bed” His boldness made you weak in the knees and arousal pool in between your thighs.

“I think i would too” You said with a smile as you climbed onto his bed. “Oh yea this is definitely better” Loki smiled as he watched you sprawl out on his bed.

“You most certainly belong there pet” His voice was low and his eyes darkened as he slowly crawled on top of you. “Such a pretty pet” He cooed rubbing his calloused fingers over your cheekbones.

“I need you” The pleading look in your eyes made his cock stir in his pants. He then flicked his wrist and suddenly you were fully naked underneath him.

“I’m going to ruin you for any other man” He husked in your ear causing a shiver to course through your body. His rough hands trailed up and down your body as he admired your beauty.

Loki slowly cupped your face again and brought you in for a much more passionate and loving kiss. He snaked his hand in between your thighs as he kissed you making you moan in his mouth.

“So wet for me” He kissed below your ear before he sat on his knees and looked at your pussy with desire. He smiled again before he decided to get comfortable in between your thighs.

Your brows furrowed in confusion . “W-What are you doing?” Your voice was laced in nervousness as you looked directly into his eyes.

“I need to taste your pet” And without any further explanation his tongue darted out and licked a bold strip asking your folds.

“Oh god!” The sensation of his warm mouth on you made your back arches off the bed and your eyes shut in pleasure.

“As much as i love hearing that title fall from your lips… it’s master to your pet” Your eyes snapped open at his words and you nodded your head in understanding. “Words pet or i wont touch you” He commanded bringing his free hand to grip your chin.

“Yes master” A smile quickly over to his face as you spoke and that was enough for him to dive back in. He spread your lips and started sucking on your clit like a man starved.

You threw your head back on the pillow feeling overwhelmed but in a good way. The sensation was something you’ve never felt before but welcomed it with open arms. The way his tongue lapped the bundle of nerves make you reel in pleasure.

“I-I’m gonna cum master” The words were broken as they fell past your lips.

“Cum for me pet be a good girl and cum” He commanded and before you even registered his words he was shoving two of his thick fingers in you.

“OH FUCK!!” Your hands flew to his raven locks and pulled for dear life at the intrusion. His fingers curled as he thrusted them into you and hit your g-spot deliciously. Before you could speak again your felt your orgasm rip through you and you came all over Loki’s face.

Loki smiled as he came up from between your thighs and he licked his fingers clean. “You taste as delicious as you look pet” His praises made your heart speed up again and another wave of arousal hit you.

“I wanna taste you master” You pleaded sitting up on your knees and moving your gave up and down his body. “Youre wearing too much clothing” You whined as your snaked your hand under his black t shirt.

“So eager to please” He smiled as he flicked his wrist again and he was naked in front of you. You couldn’t help but marvel at the god in front of you. His tanned skin, rippled abs, thick thighs, and not to mention his pretty cock. Never in your life did you ever find a man’s dick attractive but holy fuck his was perfect.

His hands on your cheeks brought you out of your trance. “Go ahead pet make your master feel good” His gruff voice was enough to send you over the edge again. You simply smiled at him and changed positions so he was laying against the pillows.

Once he was situated on the against the pillows you settled in between his thighs but not before kissing all over him first. Finally you got settled and sent him a devious smile. At first you started slow with some gentle kitten licks and kisses all up and down his shaft making sure to pay attention to the thick vein running from base to tip.

“Fuck” You heard him moan when you finally took him into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down and luckily your gag reflex wasn’t a problem. “Just like that baby” He groaned and you hummed at the new nickname falling from his lips which in turn make his cock twitch.

You continued sucking him like a lollipop which caused a series of moans and profanities fall from his lips. Suddenly his hands were in your hair and he pulled your head up.

“As much as i’m loving this is much rather cum in you than your mouth my dear pet” He said softly rubbing his finger over toe bottom lip.

“Please” You begged him sitting back on your knees and then slowly crawled on top of his lap. His hands found home on your hips as he helped you straddle him.

“Gonna make you feel so good” Loki said with determination along with his signature smirk.

“Please master” Your begged again as you lined yourself up with his aching cock. That was all the go ahead he needed and before you knew it he was slamming himself into you.

“Oh gods” You moaned throwing your head back in pleasure. Loki gave you time to adjust to his size before he started thrusting into you.

“So fucking tight�� He groaned squeezing your hips harder. Your hands flew to his chest and you held on tight as you rode him. Never in your life had you felt this full and satisfied. And now that you’ve had a taste of what being with him was like you knew you couldn’t be without him again.

“Fuck Loki i’m gonna cum!” The moan that escaped you was nothing short of sinful.

“Cum for me pet” He demanded as his thrusts became harder and rougher. It didn’t take much longer for you and him to cum with loud and pornographic moans. Loki came and filled you with every last drop of his seed till there was nothing left.

“Oh fuck” You said breathlessly as you collapsed onto his chest. “That was fucking amazing”

“Agreed” He said rubbing his hands up and down your back in a soothing manner.

“I dont want this to be a one time thing Loki” You admitted still laying on his chest not wanting to look him in the eye.

“Who said this was a one time thing darling? Who said i wasn’t planning on keeping you here forever?” He said as he brought his fingers up lightly from your chin and look up at him.

“Really?” The question came out more insecure than you wanted but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Really” He brought his hands to your face again ava kissed you passionately. It was that moment you knew he was the one for you.

“I love you Loki” You smiled brightly as you held onto his face.

“I love you too darling” He responded with so much passion and love in his voice something you knew was only for your abs that made it that much better.

Shortly after the both of you fell into a blissful sleep wrapped around each other. Content smiles adorned both your faces as you two slept. Neither of you thought you end up here when you first walked into the library tonight but couldn’t be happier that it did.

~The end~ A/n: I GOT WAY TO CARRIED AWAY BUT OH WELL!! i hope you enjoyed by first loki story ;)

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 7 months

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fine line

steve rogers x reader summary: steve returns from time traveling back to his old life. will you forgive him? a/n: time travel is different than canon. he just spends weeks back in his old life, in turn misses out on months in the current timeline.

Steve Rogers was many things but a coward? He never thought he had it in him, but as you drew closer into the room and than were suddenly right there in front of him - he wanted to run away. How beautifully relaxed you look, as if the last time you two saw each other wasn't heartbreaking or gut wrenching - the look of grief on your face when he said he had to go. That he couldn't stay with you and needed to go back to his first life.

The tears in your eyes, the trembling in your hands...he never forgot it and when he left back in time, to his time - he knew it was a mistake the moment he stepped foot into a life that he no longer fit in. He came back but traveling through time brought different rules of logic. The few weeks he spent there, meant months for here and now he was seeing you for the first time since saying goodbye. He had returned a week ago and the moment he stepped off the transported, he felt at home. Sam and Bucky had come to see him when they heard the news from Bruce and the reunion was short lived when he asked about you.

"She's been out in California."

"California?"

That's where he was now, standing in the middle of a lab. Bucky had made the trip with him and set up the meeting but you had thought it was a visit from Bucky. The two of you had become closer over the last months since Steve's departure. He had become like a brother to you. So when he had called and said he'd be in California for a few days, you were elated and made arrangements for him to come by the lab you now worked in.

Except it wasn't Bucky who you saw standing there and the excitement of seeing your friend grew stale, but a feign calmness washed over your face and you walked further into the room. Than you were standing in front of Steve Rogers in all his glory and complicated beauty. So many emotions raged through your heart and while you wanted to allow the angry to overrule them all, you couldn't.

How pathetic you felt in that moment when he finally spoke. "I'm back."

"Missed the internet, huh? I can't imagine life without it," you smiled, moving toward the table to your left. Picking up a tablet, you pretended to look over some emails and drew your back to him. He shifted behind you but didn't move closer, instead he began to sprout out a long winded apology. He seemed to speak quickly, almost afraid to miss anything that needed to be said.

"I should have never left..."

Your fingers trembled against the screen of the tablet.

"I was just existing there, but I realized I couldn't just go back to my old life...."

Tears began to swell and you gripped the tablet so hard it began to hurt.

"I'm not that person anymore, I haven't been the same person since I've met you. I -" Steve's voice faltered for a brief moment but he continued, moving a step closer to you. "I wish I could take back that day, I should have never left and I know I don't deserve it, but I just want another chance. Please, sweetheart, give me another chance and I'll spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you."

His words shook away the remaining anger in your body and you crumbled down against the table, but he was there in seconds, holding you up. Arm wrapped around the front of your stomach, Steve held you up against his chest as you sobbed. He pressed his forehead against your shoulder blade and whispered that he would leave if you wanted him too. "If you need to never see me again, I'll do it..."

The thought brought you back to your senses and you turned in Steve's arms to face him. His eyes took in the hurt expression on his face and he could only hold your face in his hands, rubbing his thumb against your cheek.

"You have to know something..." the something was Peggy Carter and you braced for the worse. "I didn't go see her, when I went back. I just couldn't do it, I thought that was what I should do but I ended up wandering my old neighborhood. I went back to see where Bucky and I used to run around, I did a lot of people watching. I did a lot of missing you."

"I missed you too," you smiled softly, tears falling down your face. Steve wiped them away and pulled you into an embrace.

"I know it's going to take time for you, but I will wait as long as I need to.."

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you looked up at the man you had loved and still love, even if every fiber of your brain told you not to. That he had left you for a world that casted him aside and for a woman, a woman you could never live up to. But here he was, begging for your forgiveness. For another chance and you could only think of a conversation Bucky and you had months ago...

"He had to go, you know that right?"

"His life was here."

Bucky sighed and brought his arm around your shoulder, bringing you in to his side. Resting your head against him, you stared out into the small pond.

"He thinks he needs to go back and live a life that he was meant to but he'll be back, I bet you a pitcher of beer." Bucky smiled down at you. You appreciated his attempt at lightening up the mood, but he squeezed your shoulder when you asked why he thought that Steve would return. "Because you're here."

"Okay."

Your voice was so meek, Steve looked at you with an intense gaze filled with anticipation and nerves. "Okay?"

Nodding, you reached up and touched the side of his face. His eyes fell closed - breathing for what seemed like the first time in weeks. Then you said his name and he opened his eyes, and he knew he was lucky to be given such a chance.

"My instincts want me to run away. I should run away, because you broke my heart, Steve. You have to know that otherwise it will become this thing between us and I don't want anything else to come between us."

His heart sank but he knew you were just being truthful and he deserved to hear it all. He knew he had a lot to make up for and there was a long road to recovering your broken heart but it was a challenge he was more than up for.

"I know," he whispered, sliding his hands up your neck. He held you gently, eyes gazing into yours. "I promise you, I will never leave you again. I will fight for us - you know how much I love a good fight."

Steve smiled and you laughed, shaking your head as his lips moved down against yours. He kissed you hard, longing, arms around your waist and bringing you tight against his body. Your feet lifted off the ground and you laughed against Steve's mouth. When he finally put you down, he rested his forehead against yours. His hand found its way to yours and he held it gingerly.

"Can I pick you up after work?"

"There's a really nice diner down the street..."

Steve smiled and kissed you. "Okay, I'll be back around 5?"

You said yes and told him that Bucky was more than welcome to come along. "I owe him a pitcher of beer."

Not understanding, Steve agreed any way and headed out toward the door but turned when you called out to him. He asked if something was wrong but you just smiled at him. "I love you."

Seconds, took seconds for him to be at your side. He kissed you again and again, hands roaming your hair until a call came through the lab's intercom - you had a meeting in ten minutes. Steve resided and kissed you on the forehead, and he felt a tunnel of relief fill his lungs. He knew coming back home was the right thing to do, it felt in his heart and saw it in your eyes as he whispered that he loved you.

Oh, how much he loved you...not even the temptations of time could hold him back.

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crowned-aeris · 2 months

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Tim's Meeting With Kon (Non-canonical version)

This is in another world where Damian is more open with his emotions and is 75% less emotionally constipated

Tim hesitates, anxiously pulling his wings tighter around him as he followed Damian across the cave.

"What if make a fool of myself?" Tim frowned, resisting the urge to cling onto Damian's cape like a terrified hatchling.

The older bat raised a questioning brow, "When have you ever allowed the opinions of lesser beings to affect you?"

"Jon's a part of the "lesser beings", you know that, right?" Tim comments Damian squinted in embarrassment, “and so is Kathy.”

"Kent and Branden," Damian huffs, "are the exceptions."

Tim rolls his eyes, yelping as Damian flicks his forehead, "HEY! I'll tell Duke you hit me!"

"He'd say you deserved it," Damian says while looking ahead, but the slightest twitch of his lips betrayed the older teen's amusement, "but we both know what Duke would say."

Tim smiles, "Probably something sappy."

"Incredibly sappy," Damian twists his voice to perfectly mimic Duke's, "Don't worry, Tim! As long as you be yourself and do whatever Damian says, everyone will love you!"

The falcon shudders, his feathers bristling with disgust, "Eugh. I hate it when you do that. Its literally so uncanny."

"I love you, Tim!" Damian chirps, still using Dukes voice as they reach the cave’s exit, "I'm Duke and I'm all lovey dovey. Sunshine, Rainbows, I can see light! I go to college! I’m Bruce’s favorite because I LOVE med school! I LOVE being tired and exhausted! Coo coo coo, peace and love and-“

"What are you two doing?"

Tim abruptly stifles his laugh and whips around with a strangled yelp. Damian remains stoic, but Tim could see he was also startled. "Aren’t you supposed to be at college?"

Duke gave the pair an unimpressed look, a plate of Alfred's cookies within his hands, "You need to hurry up before either Jon or Clark calls Bruce, and we all know how he gets."

Tim and Damian exchange matching looks of displeasure, but they had no choice but to get going.

——(~~~)——

"I thought you were a no-show," Jon teased as Tim and Damian landed on the roof of the skyscraper.

Tim twitched as he felt two pairs of eyes pin onto him, and the Shadow allowed a mixture of his Shadow and Gala personas to drape over his features.

Damian leaned slightly toward Tim in a vague show of comfort, "We would've taken longer if not for Seraph's prodding."

Tim glances over the small group of people gathering around. He pursed his lips before turning to Damian, "Shouldn't there be more people here?"

"What, are we not enough for Batman's almighty Shadow?" a voice huffed, and Tim snapped his head up with an irritated expression. He was about to say something, but his words died in his throat.

"Nova," Jon admonished lightly, and Damian tapped Tim's back, noticing how the fledgling had considerably.

"We didn't want to overwhelm you," Superboy, Jonathan Kent, supplied.

"Either way, you will meet the rest of the imbeciles in due time," Damian huffed, "but Superboy insisted on this audiance with Supernova."

"Supernova," Tim tested the name, ignoring how his heart pounded in his chest. That was Kon-el, Conner Kent, clone made from Superman and Lex Luthor, rescued from Cadmus labs by Reaper and Superboy alongside Beacon and the other Titans. Tim hums in consideration, the name fits him. He looks away and mutters nder hs breath, “just as pretty, too.”

As Supernova flushes a deep scarlet, Tim couldn’t help but instantly regret his every decision that brought him up to this point, and the falcon wishes that a villain- or preferably a giant asteroid- would interupt the conversation and slam into his face. Alas, that didn’t happen, and so Tim was left to suffer as Super laughed at him.

The two, red-faced vigilantes found solace in the other as their older counterparts chatted and caught up.

Tim can’t wait to go home.

#Fic: to rest upon benign feathers #tim drake #batman #fanfic #batfamily #bruce wayne #damian wayne #batfam #kon el #conner kent #jonathan kent #superman #wing fic #reverse robins #kathy branden #duke thomas #alfred pennyworth

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aurumacadicus · 1 year

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Really dropped the ball on all the opportunities this makes:

Tony wasn’t one of those vampires that made your hair stand on end when you entered a room. He didn’t put you ill at ease or make you shiver with anxiety. He didn’t take long glances at throats and wrists and thighs and lick his lips in a way that made blood thrum louder in your veins. Fruit bats, after all, were seen as the tamer, calmer cousins of their blood-sucking, carnivorous family.

So it came as a shock when, one morning at team breakfast, Tony opened the fridge, paused, and then it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. “Where’s my fucking juice,” he asked, voice void of emotion.

No one said anything for a moment, too stunned to speak. Finally, though, it was Natasha who said, “Ah, the apricot? I used the last of it over some ice cream. I thought there was plenty of mango left.”

“I used the mango for a smoothie,” Bruce admitted, voice small. “But there was orange juice in the back?”

“Oh my fucking god,” Steve sighed, putting his head in his hands, because he always drank a big glass of orange juice with breakfast, and he’d carelessly thought ‘Tony still has mango and apricot’ as he emptied the last of the orange juice into his cup.

Tony turned, eyes glowing red, muscle in his jaw ticking as he obviously swallowed back his anger. He was good at cataloging insecurities to throw them back in people’s faces, after all, and this was the first time all of his food was gone, so it really didn’t warrant a huge blowup. But he’d been looking forward to breakfast after a full night in the lab and not one, not two, but all three of his choices were gone.

“Tony,” Thor offered solemnly, pushing the fruit bowl toward him. “Would whole fruit be okay until we can buy you more juice today?”

“It’ll do,” Tony allowed, figuring they were too afraid to tease him for his smaller fangs and his apathy for juice dripping down his face and into his clothes.

Clint came in before he could reach for anything, squinting at the back of a bottle. “Hey, I noticed all of Tony’s juice was gone and I added it to the list for when Steve goes shopping today, anyway I remembered I had a Naked in the freezer I was saving, but it’s got carrot in it and I don’t know if he’s okay with vegetables??”

Tony grabbed Clint by the shoulders, swung him around into a dip, and kissed him directly on the mouth. Then he plucked the juice from his lax fingers, dropped him, and skulked out of the room, muttering under his breath about the health benefits of carrots to vampires.

Clint laid where he’d been dropped for several minutes before he sat up, smacking his lips. “You know it never occurred to me that he might taste good to kiss and yet somehow I’m shocked he tastes like fruit.”

“Why don’t you explain it to Steve in very small words,” Natasha replied, and then ducked when Steve lunged at her, shouting for her to leave him alone about his crush on Tony when he’d literally just been fearing for his life over some fucking orange juice.

#ideas #stony #if you squint #avengers shenanigans #team as family #vampire Tony #we are sleeping on fruit bats my beloveds

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randomfandomlov3 · 10 months

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Price of love (Chapter 2)

Warnings: Talk of fear training. Let me know if I missed any.

Note: This is kind of a filler chapter, I realize now. Thank you for reading <3

Word count ~ 1624

“Okay, so this training might be a little bit intense for some people, if at any point you need to take a break, please do so. I do not need anyone overdoing anything before we get out to the field.” You walked back and forth in front of the Avengers. You took them one by one into a more private room, before asking them to imagine a scenario where one person is badly hurt by the enemy and to take out their anger on the substitute you had in front of you. It took a few minutes for some of them to be able to use their fear. Nat and Bucky were too stoic, pretending it didn’t bother them. And then there were people like Wanda, whose emotions about the situation made her have little to no control over herself, and in turn her powers. Yet to most of their surprise, it eventually worked, and they became forces you would never want to face. Just solely due to their newly focused strength. Then you instructed them to just train as they normally would. Now they are all out in one big room. You gave them each a number and when you called it out, they had to switch to their fear training. But they had to make sure that they didn’t use it if it wasn’t their number called, because there would be times when using that will not be useful, and it can be extremely draining, physically and mentally.

“Hey, would you be able to take my car to get the gas filled while you are out?” Bruce asked you in passing. You shook your head rather aggressively. “I’m sorry I can’t do that.” He cocked his head at you. “I don’t have my licence.” You muttered feeling ashamed. Bruce didn’t give it another thought, before heading off to do whatever he had planned. You stayed there stuck in your head though. Until Sam came in to ask if you could help him figure out a gift for his nephews.

Over the next few days, you asserted yourself as a constant source of sunshine for the team, everyone had their own moment when it happened, but they all saw you as their sunshine nonetheless. Tony was the last person to have his moment because you rarely interacted for long enough. “FRIDAY, where is Tony at?” You asked the AI that seemed to always be listening.

“He is in his lab right now, but miss, I would have caution if you go in there. He is upset about something.” Her voice sounded almost annoyed if that was possible.

“Thank you, FRIDAY. I will take that into account.” With that, you got Tony’s favourite coffee and snack and headed down to his lab. Before you knocked on the door, you heard him make a frustrated noise. You decided to forgo the knocking in case he tried to get you to go away. “I brought coffee.” His eyes went wide when he realized he was no longer alone. He took the coffee and snacks and looked at you expectantly. “Did you want a hand with anything?” You asked looking around at the mess that was his lab with a big smile.

His brow furrowed as he thought about your offer. “Sure, I asked Pepper if she could, but she said that she was too busy. I need a female who can take Romanoff’s place in trying these out, making sure they fit and work.”

You cocked your head. “Why don’t you just get Natasha?”

The look on his face told you that you should already have known the answer. “You don’t just tell Natasha what to do. She needs notice, and this was a spur-of-the-moment make.”

Your phone buzzed with perfect timing, pulling it out, you saw a text from Nat. “Where are you?” Tony looked at you expectantly, as you texted god knows who. “She is on her way.” As you tucked your phone away, you told Tony.

Shock filled his expression, but he wasn’t going to question it. With his guidance, you started to help him clean up the mess. "Tony? I was told that you had something you wanted me to try out?" Nat sauntered into the room.

"Yeah, while I was trying to figure out a new upgrade for my suit, I got sidetracked. I ended up having an idea about how to make your widow bites better." They kept talking as you finished what you were cleaning then left with a smile.

There was a knock on your door a while later. When you opened the door a handsome man was standing on the other side. “Bucky! What’s up? Did you want to talk about something, or just have some quiet time?” You always knew what helped him feel better, but this time he had different plans.

“Actually, I came to see if you wanted to come with me to the Avenger’s movie night?” Pink speckled your cheeks as you nodded and followed the super soldier down into the movie room.

He sat down on the loveseat on one side of the room and gestured for your to take a seat beside him. Across the room, Sam and Steve were laughing as they tried to shove each other off of the couch. Nat and Wanda were on a blanket on the floor throwing popcorn at Steve and Sam. Bruce, Tony, and Clint were all seated on the other couch watching the scene go down.

You shifted so that you can see the screen better, and so that you were closer to Bucky. He wrapped his arm around you. Being relaxed is not something you were used to, even when you looked happy or like you were having fun, you were keeping up a mask, one that you hoped maybe one day you would be able to drop around these people. A movie you had seen a thousand times was put on and the day’s exhaustion finally caught up to you. You dropped your head onto Bucky’s shoulder causing him to look down and smile. When he looked up Nat was giving him a look that sent a chill through him, and Sam had a smug look that Bucky wished he could have wiped off. No one else seemed to notice or at least care. Tony had turned the volume up on the tv when it got to a quiet speaking part, but he forgot to turn it back down before the action started.

That startled you awake. Once you calmed your breathing, you gave Bucky a smile as if to tell him not to worry. You stretched the stiffness out of your joints from the position you had been in and not wanting to disturb the peace any longer you whispered to Bucky. “Thank you for this, but I am exhausted, so I am going to head to bed. See you tomorrow.”

He gave your hand a small squeeze as you left the room. Nat glanced over and noticed how despondent he looked; it made her wonder.

The next day when everybody woke up, they had a letter on their door with a location, time, and what to bring/wear. While everyone was getting coffee, and discussing the letters, Nat asked where you were. Everybody assumed that you were just sleeping in. Bucky wanted to ignore it, but Sam wanted him to go because his girl was going to be there.

You had tables of food and some tables with crafts and activities. It was a beautiful day for this, the sky was bright blue, and the sun was nice and bright. All the snow that had been there earlier this month had melted. It’s not spring for a little while yet, but this was your way of ushering in the spring season, with friends. You had gotten an origami expert to come teach everyone how to make origami frogs, you also had frog bean bags to play bean bag toss with.

Before the time, everyone decided that they would head over a little bit early to make sure it was not a trap. While in the shadows, they heard you humming to yourself. They watched as you fiddled with the things on the table to make sure they were perfect. Nat smiled thinking about all of the effort her close friend put into this. After a little while some agents from SHIELD started showing up, ones that Nat knew were a part of the team that you used to lead. You kept looking around between checking the time and frowning. This prompted the Avengers to all look at the time, and they realized that it is already past the time you had asked everyone to meet up. They stepped out from hiding. Your face lit up when you saw them all there.

“What is this for Лунный свет?” Nat asked giving you a big hug.

“Well, I thought that it would be a fun day to celebrate, since no one had any missions right now, and this means that spring is on its way soon. Lots of the activities for the day involve frogs, but that’s because it’s the leap day, and what better creatures to represent it? I also thought this would be a good time for you all to meet the other agents that will be coming on the mission with us.” You rambled out as you showed them around.

The day went by with lots of laughs and mostly failed origami because the boys wouldn’t stop goofing around. However, Sam did successfully make a little hat in one of his failed attempts. You had never seen everyone this freely happy, it gave you peace.

Chapter 3

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader

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oneofstarkskids · 1 year

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don't say that

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

genre: angst?

warnings: infidelity, codependency, !TOXIC RELATIONSHIP!

summary: based on taylor swift's song illicit affairs

*𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚏*

You check the time. The numbers glow on your phone, "8:15."

You slip the device into your pocket and rush over to the door, quietly inching it open and peeking out.

All clear.

You pulled your hood over your head.

It was around this time that Steve went to sleep. Tony would be in the lab and honestly so would Bruce. Nat would either be doing extra training or watching a movie. Peter would be out on patrol and Wanda would be forcing Vision to watch sitcoms.

You hurried down the hall towards the elevator, careful not to make too much noise.

Once you were inside the elevator, you checked your phone to see if he had texted you. He hadn't.

The metal box you were standing in dinged indicating that it was time to get off. The doors slid open and you quickly grabbed your keys and made your way to the parking garage.

You almost had an entire panic attack upon seeing Sam coming in from the side door. For a moment you debated sprinting back up to your room, but it was already too late.

He called your name. "What're you doing out here?" He asked curiously.

"I was going to go for a run," you lied.

Sam made a face, "You!?"

You rolled your eyes and played it cool despite your racing heartbeat.

"Yeah! Is that so hard to believe?" You asked defensively.

He raised his hands in mock-surrender, "Hey. More power to you. Be careful out there."

With that, Sam went over and pressed the button for the elevator.

You waited until he was surely all the way up to whatever floor he was going to and let out a sigh of relief.

You pulled your keys out of your pocket and unlocked your car.

Making sure to take the back roads, you drove to the destination he told you to meet him at.

...

You pulled up to a bar in the middle of nowhere. And there it was, his black Harley-Davidson motorcycle in one of the empty spots.

Upon seeing his silhouette through your tainted car window, your heart fluttered.

It reminded of you of the first time you felt that. It was one of Tony's extravagant parties. The two of you had despised each other , but when he saw you on the terrace looking like your whole world had just come crashing down he couldn't help but comfort you.

He walked through the open doors and leaned against the railing before glancing at you, "Bad day?"

You scoffed sarcastically, "Bad week."

His face twitched in a way that you could tell he was trying to say something. "Wanna talk about it?"

You looked down, "No. Not really."

"Not with me?" He sounded genuinely hurt.

Your eyes met his, searching for sincerity. He looked like a wounded puppy.

"It's not you. I just...I don't like confronting my emotions I guess," you laughed.

He chuckled, "Yeah. I get that."

You stared at him for a little too long. He was entrancing. The strands of hair framing his face swayed in harmony with the chilled breeze of the night and the moon reflected on his sparkling eyes.

Snapping back to reality, you turned your attention to the party. "Where's your girlfriend?"

He shrugged, "Making small talk I guess."

For the first time, you felt a pang of jealousy in your chest. He hadn't denied that she was his girlfriend. Nat had told you they were dating, but now you knew for sure.

If Nat knew what you were doing now she would be so incredibly disappointed. You knew it was wrong, and it wasn't like you didn't feel badly. You felt horrible. You felt disgusting, but he told you that he'd leave her. He just had to find the right time.

You shut off the car and got out. He grinned when he saw your flushed face.

"What'd you do, go for a run?" He joked.

You buried your face into his chest, "No but I almost got caught by Sam. Burns the same amount of calories."

He kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you.

His fingers grazed your back, like they did that very first night.

"I have to go," you laughed as he kissed you again and held you in his arms. He played with your hair and drew circles on your back.

He whined, "Nooo, stay the night."

"You know I can't do that," you whispered.

He laughed, taking everything as a joke like he always does, and went to the bathroom.

You sat in his bed and tried to memorize what his room looked like in case this didn't last.

He came back a few moments later and helped you get your jacket on. He pulled you into him from behind and kissed your neck.

He stayed there and hummed in delight.

"What're you doing?" You laughed.

"Your shampoo smells so good," he smiled.

You turned around to face him, "Really? You like it?"

He nodded and kissed you deeply. That was when you heard keys jingling against the door. You pulled away, eyes wide and he quickly rushed you into the kitchen.

After distracting his girlfriend and leading her a couple halls away, you ran out of the apartment and practically flew down the stairs.

Tears blurred your vision and as soon as you got into the car, you broke down.

A few days later, you were at the store. You saw a perfume that was the same scent as your shampoo. You smiled remembering that he liked it and wondered if you should buy it.

You decided not to because you didn't want to leave any trace of yourself for his girlfriend to find.

"I love you," he whispered.

You frowned and pulled away from him, "Don't say that."

He furrowed his brows, "Don't say that!? Why not?"

"Because it's not true," you said as you looked at the ground.

"It is true. I said it, so it's true," he responded in frustration.

You shook your head and prayed that you would keep your composure, but the tears were already slipping out.

You fucking hated that. You hated that you cried when someone raised their voice and you hated what you were doing with him.

His expression softened, "Hey." He walked over to you and pulled you back into his arms, "Don't cry. It's okay."

You hated that you loved him back.

Usually his soft whispers and kisses would calm you down. He made you feel like everything was okay.

But not this time.

It had been three months since he told you that he'd leave her and he still hadn't, despite his claims of not being in love with her to begin with.

You were at a team meeting. Fury was going over assignments and the two of you were standing on opposite sides of the room.

He smirked at you, sending chills up your spine.

You felt your face get hot and quickly looked away, but you couldn't stop the slight upturn of your lips as you desperately tried to ignore him.

After the meeting ended, you were right behind Steve walking out the door when you felt someone pull you back by your waist. His hand reached over your shoulder and shut the door.

You turned around and gawked at him, "We're at work!"

He grinned, "So? Nobody saw anything."

"But what if they did," you scolded.

"They didn't." He said firmly.

You let your head fall back against the door. Sneaking around was exhausting and he was not making it any easier.

He kissed your jaw, "Don't worry. I'll leave her. I promise. Then we won't have to sneak around anymore."

You pulled away from him.

"Are you ever going to leave her?" You yelled, tired of keeping secrets.

He yelled right back, "Of course I will, why are you acting like such a kid."

"A kid!? Seriously?" You scoffed.

He took a deep breath of frustration and slowly made his way towards you before placing a hand on your arm, "C'mon baby, can we talk about this somewhere else. Somebody's going to come out of that bar if you keep shouting."

"Don't call me fucking baby," you shook him off.

Now he was pissed.

"What the hell do you want from me?" He cursed, "Nothing's fucking good enough for you."

You argued, "Don't you get it!? I don't want to sneak around anymore. I'm tired of it! I'm afraid, Bucky! Look at me, I'm a mess!"

You loved him. You really did, unlike you'd ever loved anyone. In fact, you doubted you would ever love anyone more than you love him.

But you were tired of feeling like you weren't good enough.

"I feel like an idiot for believing you," you shouted as you wiped away angry tears. "And even more so for crying in front of you."

Bucky's eyes glistened with tears of his own. Your words cut him deep.

Bucky laughed as Nat looked at you for an answer.

You shrugged, "Don't ask me."

Bucky had been signaling to you to tell you to meet him upstairs. Nobody understood what he was saying, but you did.

You laughed to yourself and shook your head.

Natasha raised an eyebrow at you.

Bucky loved you. And maybe he loved you selfishly, but he really did love you.

"Please, doll. Don't leave," his voice strained with emotional pain and fear.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. Please, just- I'll break up with her tonight if that's what you want. Don't go," he hugged you and buried his face into your shoulder as he clung to you.

You'd do anything for Bucky. Even if it meant that you were ruining yourself in the process. You'd do it again and again and again, because you loved him.

Maybe a little too much.

#marvel #avengers #fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #bucky angst #taylor swift #illicit afairs #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #folklore

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randofics · 7 months

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Teeth

Horror/thriller/soft romance

Tony Stark x supernatural creature reader

Warnings- suggestive

Happy Halloween yall! Figured I'd give yall a special Halloween fic to celebrate. 👻🎃

PS- I accidentally posted this before Halloween.🤦‍♀️ ugh sorry yall!

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Working with the Avengers had its perks. You got to help Tony and Bruce in the lab, and they even let you do your own expiraments under their observation. They were all none the wiser to your other side.

A blood moon was coming tonight, which made it harder to keep up your human form. If nothing set you off, you'd be fine, but fate had no remorse.

You were alone working with Tony on one of his suits when a wrench fell off the rolling toolbox across the room. It had been haphazardly thrown on top and slowly slipped off the edge. You went to get it when you knocked off your full coffee cup spilling it across the floor. You didn't see the live cable touching the puddle of coffee and received a large surge of electricity throwing you to the ground.

Tony heard the commotion and turned only to see you on the floor, writhing in pain. The lights violently flickered and whent out for a moment before flickering some more. Where you used to be was a giant black mass.

It moved standing on all fours like an animal. A maw full of sharp, uneven teeth grinned at him, and eyes glowing in the flickering light bore into his soul. Wings spread from its back, and a long tail thrashed around, its razer sharp spikes threatening to pierce everything around it.

It ran at him in a flash of suffocatingly black smoke, making him backpedal into a lab table. It moved with no sound, making his heart beat with terror. The lights still flickered above, and Jarvis had been eerily silent.

The creatures giant paws caged him in, and its tongue licked over the jagged black teeth, puffs of black smoke billowed from its nose and mouth as it breathed. When it looked him in the eyes, his vision went blurry for just a moment, and his head felt like it was struck by lightning.

A distorted yet somehow familiar voice spoke in his head. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Tony." The voice was cold and without emotion. It left him dizzy, his world swaying like a ship in a storm.

"I apologize for the terror my true form gives you. There isn't anything that can be done about it, unfortunately." It's scaly snout moved closer and he closed his eyes as it sniffed his neck. He sucked in a breath when a long slimy tongue licked over his throat and jugular.

"Worry not. I will do you no harm." It backed away and he slid down to the floor eyes wide with fear. It turned and walked back to the puddle of coffee taking the cup into its forepaw. That long dark-burgundy tongue lapping the inside of the cup clean.

"I assume you do not recognize me." He stood ready to run at the first sign of danger. "No." It looked back at him. "It's y/n your assistant." He swallowed and looked away from your gaze. "Yo-You're y/n?" You nodded sitting on your haunches. "How...HOW!? This isn't possible!"

"It is me. I've always been this creature of terror. But I don't mean or want to scare... to terrorize... This blood moon makes it harder to keep hold of my human form. If you wish of me to leave and never return then I shall." He stays silent for a minute trying to take all this information in. "NO! I-I mean... you don't have to leave. You're a great assistant and I still need another set of hands to help around here."

"Very well then as you wish." Smoke overtook your true body and you transformed back into the human he was so accustomed to. The lights stopped flickering and you fell to the floor. No longer could he feel that oppressing terror almost like it had been sealed into a bottle.

He helped you to your feet and you shook your head to clear it. "Ugh I hate transforming. Are you ok Tony?" He only nodded slightly pale from shock. "So that really was you?" You looked away giving him a quiet "yes" in response.

He brought a hand up to his neck feeling the lingering saliva on his skin. Spotting his hand on his neck you blushed bright red hiding your face in your hands. "I am SO sorry about your neck my instincts take over in that form and I just couldn't help myself!"

Your personality in either forms was like the two faces of a coin. One side unsettling and domineering the other shy and sweet. You gave him whiplash.

He nearly choked at the realization that you had wanted to lick his neck you just didn't have the guts to do it in this form. You'd blush and stutter at the smallest flirtatious comment he threw your way. It was crazy to think that such a shy woman would really be so terrifying when she let her walls down.

"It's fine... um... it wasn't so bad now that I think about it. Of course it was terrifying but the whole neck thing was ok." You slid down the side of the table to the floor pulling your knees up to your chest. "Aside from the whole terror thing I wouldn't mind you doing that again." He chuckled scratching his head. What was he saying! At this point his mouth had a mind of its own!

"Please don't tease me like that Tony." Oh god that look you were giving him. All pouty and embarrassed. It made his heart race for a different reason. He knealt down next to you placing his hand on yours. "I'm not teasing I really do mean that. It was very... raw." He brought your hand up to his lips kissing your palm.

His eyes were truthful and another mad blush came over you. An embarrassing noise escapes your throat as you looked at him wide eyed. "Wh-what now?"

"Now we just take it slow." He moved closer tilting your chin up and kissed you softly.

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fetusgooseandjuice · 1 year

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Mission Gone Wrong

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: You go missing during a mission and Natasha is determined to find you.

Word Count: 1,252

Natasha's POV:

It had been five hours since Y/N left. Fury had sent her on a quick last minute mission, and it was supposed to be simple and easy. She was supposed to be in and out which would only take an hour tops. But her comm line and vital readings went dead almost four and a half hours ago.

"Have you gotten in contact with her yet?" I asked as I walked into the room.

Tony and Bruce were working in the lab trying to get the communication system up and running again.

"Not yet, but I managed to get her vital readings back up." Bruce said as he pointed to a monitor on the table.

I walked over to the table to look at the screen, but angrily pushed it away after a few seconds of looking at it.

"Oh my god. Guys are you serious? All this time and this is only information you've been able to get on her?!" I said, unconsciously raising my voice a little, using my hand to gesture to the computer screen.

"Natasha come on sit down for a minute. They're trying their best, let them work." Clint said as he walked into the room.

"Their best? These are two of the smartest men in the god damn world and they haven't been able to get in contact with Y/N?!" I yelled.

"Natasha I get it, they'll find her it's okay. But yelling at them isn't gonna make finding her go any faster." Clint told me in a soft voice, trying to calm me down.

"None of this is okay! Y/N is still out in the field and we have no way to communicate with her. Her vitals are stable, but for how much longer?! We don't even know where she is, so please tell me what part of this situation is okay!?"

I knew that this wasn't making anything easier on them, but I couldn't help it. Y/N is everything to me, and not having any intel on her current condition was making me panic.

Yelena entered the room and saw my emotions starting to get the best of me.

"Sestra I think you need to take a little break." she said as she grabbed my arm and led me out of the room.

Leading me into the kitchen, she sat me down in chair at the counter and walked towards the fridge.

"Lena I can't I need to-" she interrupted me.

"Natasha you need to take a minute and sit down. This isn't what Y/N would want for you, and yelling at the only people cable of finding contact with her isn't gonna help bring her back to you." she said.

I covered my face with my hands and heavily sighed.

"Y/N is a strong girl and she loves you too much to even think about letting this morning be the last you got to see her." Lena spoke as she put a glass of water in front of me.

I started to cry just thinking about her. Was she okay? Was she scared? Is she in pain?

"Sestra-" Even though she hated physical touch, Yelena wrapped me in a tight hug knowing that I needed one. I started to sob as I clung onto her shirt.

Y/N was my world, and I needed her to come back to me. Lena managed to get me to eat a sandwich and drink some water. She wanted me to try and get some rest and told me she would come get me if there were any updates, but I couldn't knowing that my girl was still out there alone and not in the warmth of my arms.

About half an hour later, I started to get more anxious and impatient. So despite my sisters' protests, I made my way back to the lab.

It looked like Wanda and Clint were trying to listen back to the recordings of our communications when the comms were still on to see if there was anything unusual about them.

"Anything new?" I asked the group.

"Nothing. I think i'm gonna talk to Fury about sending a few agents our to investigate her last coordinates." Bruce said.

"Agents? Why can't we just go?" I asked almost frustrated that they weren't letting me do anything.

"Well for one there were already some agents on a intel mission close by, and two Natasha you are in no condition to be going into the field." Tony told me.

"Yeah Natasha you have very emotional ties to Y/N and there's no telling what desperate decisions you may make without thinking out there." Clint agreed.

"Well maybe that's what she needs! Someone who will stop at nothing to bring her back. She needs our help and we're just sitting around doing nothing?!" I started to raise my voice again.

"Natasha you know we all love Y/N too but if-" Tony was interrupted by static sounds coming from the comms.

We all pause for a few seconds and listened until we here a voice cutting in and out along with the static noises.

"What's happening?" Wanda quickly asked.

"I think-" Clint began but stopped when we all heard Y/N's voice.

"Nat?! Natasha are you there? Hello?!" she sounded panicked and out of breath.

Hearing that, we all rushed over to the table and turned on the mic.

"Detka?! Baby can you here me?!" I spoke into the mic.

"Yes, yes I can hear you. Are you on your way? Are you coming to get me?" she said. She sounded so scared and almost like she was crying.

"We couldn't find where you were, moya lyubov. Can you tell us your current coordinates or describe where you are?" I spoke in a calm voice trying to keep her calm too.

"Um yeah." she shakily responded.

"36.4902°N, 102.6347°W" she said as I wrote down the numbers.

"Good. Good job, baby. You're doing so well okay. You think you can keep your mic on so that I know you're still with me?" I asked her softly.

"Y-yeah." was all she could managed to mutter out due to her fear.

"Thank you, detka. I'm so proud of you. I love you, you know that right?" I told her trying to keep her calm while we all began suiting up.

The whole team loved Y/N like she was their sister or daughter. She was always so caring towards them and treated everyone with kindness. That's why Tony, Steve, Wanda, Sam, Bucky, Yelena, and Clint wanted to come and to ensure she got to me safely.

"M-mhm I-I love you-" she cut herself off when she started to yell.

Hearing all of the commotion in the background brought tears to my eyes, and at the same time, her heart rate on the vital readings began to increase which caused the monitor to start beeping rapidly.

"Y/N baby what's going on?!" I asked her but she never responded. All I heard were loud crashes, yelling, and then static noises as her comms and vital readings went out once again.

"Come on Nat. We're going to bring her back." Clint said as he started leading me away from the table with the comms and out the doors towards the quinjet along with the rest of the team.

I was going to have her back in my arms no matter what it took.

Part 2 coming soon...

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 year

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The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 87)

Summary: The Avengers all regroup following the time heist

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Heavy Angst! Grief! Talk of Loss! Language!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 87: A Soul For A Soul

Despite the fact there were more people at the compound than there had been in the last few years, it had never felt quieter. A heavy cloud fell over everyone, nobody saying a word, just doing what they needed to do.

After making sure all the stones were secure in the lab Steve made his way back to his room in the hopes that a shower would help… it didn’t. he could barely hold himself together, pressing his forehead against the cool tile, eyes screwed shut as he failed to hold back his tears.

He felt broken and like he had no one to turn to. Nat had been like his sister, she kicked him up the ass when he needed it, helped pull him out of that dark place after he lost you, she’d been his rock the past 5 years. She’d looked after JJ when he couldn’t.

JJ… Steve cursed under his breath, how on earth was he going to tell JJ that his favourite Aunt wasn’t going to be around anymore? He couldn’t, he just couldn’t bring himself to even think about that conversation right now, he needed time and some air.

Getting out of the shower he quickly got dressed and decided to go on a walk around the compound, hoping that maybe he’d have some sense of clarity. A sign or something that would tell him what to do.

As he walked around the compound he paused when he reached the small jetty on the lake. So many memories flooded his brain of all the times that you and him would escape and find peace here, the night he sat out here for hours waiting for you after an argument, the evening when he proposed. This small jetty meant so much to you and he really needed you right now, so he took a deep breath and stepped onto the jetty.

Sitting down on one of the benches he closed his eyes and counted out a few deep breaths, a technique his therapist taught him to help centre himself when things got too painful. Opening his eyes he glanced around, hoping that maybe he’d see you again, praying that you’d give him a reassuring smile, tell him it was going to be okay. But there was nothing, he remained alone on the jetty.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting there for, staring out at the water, when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Glancing over he saw Clint had joined him, leaning against one of the wooden pillars, staring straight out at the lake. Neither men said anything, they didn’t even acknowledge the others presence, they just remained in silence. Slowly the others joined them, first Bruce, then Thor and lastly Tony who came to stand next to Steve, briefly patting him on the shoulder. The action caused tears to slip from Steve’s eyes.

“it was a soul for a soul…” Clint says quietly “to get the stone you had to sacrifice something you love… I tried to stop her, tried to sacrifice myself but she stopped me… and- and i-“ Clint mutters looking down and shaking his head unable to finish his sentence.

“do we know if she had any family?” Tony asked quietly.

“yeah…” Steve said his voice thick with emotion as he recalled the time when she told him about her family, that they had all gone in the snap and the Avengers were all she had left “us”

Thor walked over to Tony a look of disbelief on his face “what?” he questions with a small shake of his head “what are you doing?”

“just asked him a question,” Tony says gently, turning to face Thor.

“yeah, no you’re acting like she’s dead,” Thor tells him “why are we acting like she’s dead? We have the stones right? As long as we have the stones Cap we can bring her back isn’t that right” Thor says looking down at Steve for confirmation.

Steve didn’t have an answer though, he wished he had an answer, a way to bring her back but he knew it was hopeless.

“so stop this shit. We’re the avengers. Get it together” Thor growled in Tony’s face.

“can’t get her back” Clint states.

Thor stutters in disbelief shaking his head at Clint “it can’t be undone” Clint reiterates “it can’t”

Thor scoffs shaking his head “look I’m sorry no offence but you’re a very earthly being okay? And we’re talking about space magic, and ‘can’t’ seems very definitive don’t you think?”

“yeah, look, I know I’m way outside my pay grade here” Clint states holding his hands up “but she still isn’t here is she?”

“no that’s my point,” Thor says.

“it can’t be undone,” Clint says his voice breaking “or that’s at least what the red floating guy had to say, maybe you wanna go talk to him okay?” Clint says getting more and more agitated “go grab your hammer and you go fly and talk to him” he yells.

Silence falls in the group once more, nobody knowing how to respond or what to say.

“it was supposed to be me” Clint finally mutters “she sacrificed her life for that goddamn stone, she bet her life on it”

Bruce then growls in anger throwing the bench he was standing next to across the lake “she’s not coming back, we have to make it worth it, we have to”

Steve nodded, a sense of determination fuelling him. He knew one thing for certain and that was that Nat would want them to carry on, to see this through and get everyone back “we will” he promised.

Tony nods “I can have the gauntlet ready in a couple of hours… but I think maybe we should wait until tomorrow morning to bring everyone back,” he says glancing over at Steve.

Steve goes to protest but Tony holds up a hand to silence him “I know we want everyone back sooner rather than later, but it's going to be chaos when it happens, we need to be in a better headspace so let's take the evening to regroup and we’ll do the snapping tomorrow morning” Tony says.

Everyone murmured in agreement, slowly making their way off the jetty “hey Captain” Steve heard Thor say behind him, glancing over his shoulder he saw Thor standing fiddling with his fingers “can we talk for a minute?”

Steve nods walking back over to Thor, leaning against one of the pillars as he waited for what Thor wanted to say.

“I wanted to apologise,” Thor says making Steve’s eyebrows raise in surprise, he didn’t know what he’d expected Thor to say, but it wasn’t that.

“on Asgard, I saw my mom, she could tell I was from the future and we got to talk, she- she told me that I needed to let go of some of my anger, stop lashing out at people who don’t deserve it… so I’m sorry Captain for what I said to you and to JJ, I let my anger blind me” Thor apologises looking down in shame.

Steve blows out a long breath of air nodding his head “it's okay…” he sighs “I knew you probably didn’t mean it and if I could go back I would change how I reacted too, I should have tried to help you, not push you away”

Thor forces a small smile “I deserved it, and you were right I couldn’t be around JJ in the state I was, am in, but I swear to be better and if you’ll let me I’d love to see him again”

Steve smiles gently nodding his head “I’m sure JJ would love that… and um Thor I am sorry I broke that promise- that I didn’t keep Y/N safe” Steve says his voice breaking slightly.

“you have nothing to apologise for, I know you did everything you could, I uh actually saw her on Asgard too, she was her usual self, pesky baby sister, and it reminded me of how happy you made her, looked after her after the death of Loki and our mother, I didn’t lie when I said I couldn’t imagine anyone better for her,” Thor tells him.

Steve nodded his head, smiling gratefully “I saw her too, in New York and god seeing her again…” he says shaking his head unable to voice to swell of emotions he was feeling.

Thor smiles nodding his head, understanding what had been left unsaid “I miss her” he sighs.

“me too, we’ve nearly got her back though” Steve agrees.

Thor lets out a low chuckle nodding his head “indeed, and I already know what she’ll have to say about this” he says rubbing his belly.

“That’s what siblings are for though right?” Steve smirks, Thor nodding his head in agreement, steve sighs deeply smiling to himself, glad that the two of them finally cleared the air “and look thor you are welcome round any time, just please make sure you’re sober”

Thor nods “deal, and to prove it,” Thor says pointing over at Steve before pulling his flask from his pocket “this is going,” he says tossing the flask into the lake.

“thank you, I look forward to reconnecting with you, maybe we can visit New Asgard sometime?” Steve suggests.

“New Asgard will always be open for you” Thor smiles nodding “now let's hug it out, it’s what Y/N would have wanted”

Steve chuckles nodding his head in agreement, because yes if you were here right now you would certainly be pushing the two of them in for a hug. The distance closes between them and the two men hug it out, Steve feeling a weight lifting off of his shoulders knowing he had Thor back in his corner, even if he was literally holding his breath right now.

“I should probably head home, I kinda want to just hold JJ right now” Steve sighs stepping back.

Thor nods a solemn expression on his face “what will you tell him?” he asks.

Steve shrugs his shoulder “honestly I don’t know… probably something along the lines of what I said when I talked to him about Y/N, how she’s up in the stars, it won’t be easy” he sighs.

“no, but I’m sure you’ll do your best” Thor nods “I’m going to go eat a salad, let me know if you need anything”

Steve smiles nodding his head “thanks Thor, same goes for you”

It was around 4 pm when Steve got home, he quickly dumped his stuff in the house before walking across the front lawn towards Roberta’s house. Knocking quietly on the door it only took a few seconds for the door to fly open, Roberta’s eyes scanning him trying to get an answer.

“What happened?” she asks ushering him inside quickly.

“where’s JJ?” Steve asked quietly, glancing around.

“in the backyard playing with Scout, did it go wrong?” Roberta asks leading him over to the couch.

“no… no we got them all” Steve sighs rubbing his hands together as he sat down.

Roberta frowns in confusion “what’s wrong then? Why isn’t everyone back? did the snap not work” she questions.

“We haven’t done it yet… we’re doing it in the morning instead” Steve explains still looking down at the floor.

“but I-“ Roberta stutters in confusion.

“We put it off because we lost Nat” Steve finally admits, glancing over at Roberta with tears in his eyes.

“oh, Steve” Roberta mutters shuffling closer to him on the couch, reaching out to take his hand.

“she uh- she sacrificed herself for the stone and it can’t be undone, we can’t get her back” Steve mutters through the tears.

Roberta sighs shaking her head sadly as she rubs his back “and the worst thing is that it was my plan to send her there, if I’d had known I wouldn’t have sent her, I would have sent someone else but then we’d just lose someone different and it’s selfish to think that” Steve mutters wiping away his tears.

“Steve it's normal to think that way, it’s a part of grief as I’m sure your therapist told you, and I know you wish it was different but you can’t change it, you made the right call at the moment and right now you have to honour her sacrifice and finish the job,” Roberta tells him, squeezing his hand.

“I know… I just wish she was still here, for JJ at least” Steve sighs shaking his head.

“what are you going to tell him?” Roberta asks glancing in the direction of the back door.

“I don’t know, I’ve been trying to work it out all afternoon but I can’t, part of me thinks I should wait until we get everyone back,” Steve says running his hand down his face.

“I don’t think that’s the right time to do it” Roberta sighs shaking her head “he’s a smart kid, he knows something is happening, and he’ll be able to tell something’s wrong, as hard as it is you need to tell him now so that when you bring Y/N home it’ll just be a day of good news, Nat wouldn’t want to damper that moment”

Steve sighs nodding his head “yeah you’re right, thank you Roberta” he says squeezing her hand.

“It's nothing, I’d do anything for you two boys, now go on, go get your boy and hold him tight okay?” Roberta smiles reassuringly.

Steve gives her a small smile, wiping away the last of his tears, taking a deep breath and standing up from the couch. Roberta gave him a small thumbs up, answering his wordless question of if he looked okay. As he opened the back door he smiled gently when he saw JJ playing fetch with Scout in the backyard, the air filled with giggles and laughter whenever Scout bounded back over to JJ with the ball.

Steve watched for a few minutes wanting JJ to have just a bit more fun before he broke the news about Nat. JJ turned around laughing as Scout tried to grab the ball from his hand, his face lighting up when he saw Steve.

“Daddy” he smiled dashing over to Steve.

Steve smiled back, bending down and swooping JJ up into his arms, hugging his tightly “hey bean, did you have a good day at school?” Steve asks shifting JJ slightly so he was on his hip.

“yeah we did painting today and I painted Scout and you,” JJ told him, a bright smile on his face.

“oh wow I can’t wait to see it! have you done all your homework?” Steve asks as walks back inside the house still carrying JJ.

“yep, Roberta helped me” JJ nodded.

“I tried my best, Maths isn’t my strong suit, Mary used to tutor me instead” Roberta chuckles pinching JJ playfully.

“did you say thank you to Roberta for all the help?” Steve asks JJ, brow raised.

“thank you Roberta” JJ chimes out, a smile on his face.

“you’re welcome baby, now be good for your dad, don’t cause any havoc,” Roberta says smirking at the end.

“I pwomise,” JJ says putting his little hand over his heart.

“good boy, now say bye-bye and you’ll see Roberta after school tomorrow,” Steve tells him.

“We get to play again?” JJ asks excitedly.

“yup, another day of club Roberta” Roberta smiles holding up her hand for a high five.

“Yess!” JJ smiles giving her a high five.

“Now off you boys go, see you tomorrow JJ” Roberta smiles opening the front door for them, passing Steve JJ’s bag.

“bye bye Roberta” JJ says waving goodbye.

“see you tomorrow” Steve smiles stepping out the door, Scout following close behind.

Once back inside his house, he puts JJ down quickly ruffling up his hair “why don’t you go upstairs to play for a bit while I get dinner started, remember to put away anything you get out” Steve suggests.

“okay” JJ smiles moving to run off up the stairs before steve stopped him.

“don’t run” Steve called out.

“Sorry!” JJ called back, slowing his pace back to an excited walk.

Steve let out a small chuckle walking into the kitchen to unpack JJ’s bag and lunchbox, and make a start on dinner. Opening the fridge he spotted the leftover lasagne Roberta had helped him make ready for when you were back. He knew that the first evening was going to be hectic and takeout wasn’t going to be an option so he planned ahead.

He let out a small sigh, disappointed that the plan had been pushed back slightly but he knew it was the right decision. Everyone would need to be level-headed when they brought everyone back, having a night to process what happened today was needed.

So instead of cooking the lasagne he opened up the freezer and grabbed the bag of dino nuggets for JJ and a cook from frozen breaded chicken breast for himself. Once he put everything in the oven to cook he set about getting Scout his dinner, since the pup had been at his heels from the moment they got home desperate for food.

A few minutes before dinner was ready Steve called up the stairs to warn JJ, and tell him to start putting his toys away. Right on cue, JJ came down the stairs just as Steve was serving up.

“yay dino nuggets!” JJ exclaimed when he saw what was on his plate.

“yep but don’t forget to eat your veg too, you need it to grow big and strong,” Steve says as he sat down next to him at the dining table.

“Like you?” JJ asks as he takes a bite of his nugget.

“yep just like me” Steve smiles winking as he ate a carrot.

As they ate JJ told Steve more about his day, what him and his friends had gotten up to at playtime and all the fun facts he’d learnt that day. Once they were done JJ was about to go back upstairs to play but Steve stopped him, knowing there was no more delaying the inevitable.

“JJ wait, we need to talk about something,” Steve says holding out his hand.

JJ frowns slightly in confusion but takes Steve’s hand and lets him lead him into the living room. Sitting down on the couch Steve pulled JJ onto his lap, wrapping his arms around him in preparation.

“JJ I have some bad news to tell you and I want you to remember it’s okay to be sad about it” Steve starts sighing gently as he looked down at JJ.

JJ nods worry clear on his face as he looked up at Steve.

“you know I used to be part of the Avengers? But that I don’t fight or go on missions anymore” Steve starts, JJ nodding his head slightly “well other Avengers like Auntie Nat still do missions, and Auntie Nat was on a mission today and-“ Steve says before getting chocked up “and she didn’t make it back”

JJ blinks a couple of times as he processes the information “is she lost somewhere?” he asks looking back up at Steve.

Steve shakes his head, biting his lower lip to stop it from wobbling “no, she’s just not with us anymore, she’s up in the stars with Mommy” Steve explains his voice thick with emotion.

“oh” JJ mutters looking down, fiddling with his fingers in his lap.

Steve waited a few moments just watching JJ, waiting for when the news sunk in completely “you okay JJ?” Steve asked as the silence drew on.

JJ then sniffled shaking his head refusing to look up. Steve sighed sadly, wrapping his arms around JJ tightly, and pulling him into his chest. Steve rubbed his back as JJ cried into his chest, blinking back his own tears as he tried to remain strong for JJ.

“I don’t want her to be gone” JJ whimpered clutching onto Steve’s top tightly.

“I know bean, I know, I want her back too,” Steve said quietly, kissing the top of his head.

“It’s not fair” JJ cried, his small fist thumping Steve’s chest in frustration.

“you’re right, it’s not fair,” Steve says grabbing JJ’s fist to stop him “if I could change things and bring her back I would, but I can’t so we just have to try and be happy for her,” Steve says cupping JJ’s chin to get him to look up at him “she’d want you to be happy,” he says wiping away JJ’s tears.

“but I’m sad” JJ pouts sniffling back his tears.

“and that’s okay” Steve reassures him “it’s okay to be sad, I’m sad too, but we can’t be sad for forever, Auntie Nat would want you to smile and laugh and play with Scout and be her happy little man”

JJ nods slightly before snuggling into Steve’s chest for comfort “I’ll call your teacher tomorrow and tell her you’re staying home, you can spend all day with Roberta having fun, watching movies, anything that makes you happy” Steve tells him.

“with you?” JJ asks looking back up at Steve.

“for some of the day, I need to go sort things out with the other Avengers tomorrow but I’ll be back as soon as I can I promise” Steve reassures him “and tonight we can stay up past bedtime together and watch a movie in bed”

“Cars movie?” JJ asks hopefully.

“yes we can watch Cars 1, 2 and 3” Steve nods gratefully for the small smile that appeared on JJ’s face “so let's head upstairs have a bath, get into our jammies and start watching cars”

JJ nods hopping off the couch and moving towards the stairs, Steve followed closely behind picking JJ up and throwing him over his shoulder smiling gently at the involuntary squeal and giggle that fell from JJ’s lips.

Once they were both in their jammies, they climbed into Steve’s bed, Steve making an exception and letting Scout jump up onto the bed with them. They had only gotten halfway through the first Cars movie when JJ dozed off curled up into Steve’s side. Steve smiled softly as he looked down at his little boy, the worry lines he’d seen before completely gone as JJ relaxed in his sleep. Carefully reaching out he turned down the volume of the TV so it wouldn’t wake JJ, he considered carrying him back to his room but couldn’t bring himself to disturb him. He also wanted to be as close as possible in case JJ woke up in the night and needed him.

So he turned out the lights and made himself comfortable “I’ll make all of this pain worth it JJ, I promise” Steve whispered.

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Enemy Fire: 19

Summary: There's a new kid in town, and she's got a city to usurp.

Pairing: Jason Todd × F. Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: violence, language, threats, mention of murder, blood

AN: photos are from Pinterest

Jason nearly drifted into his parking spot, motorcycle wheels squealing against the asphalt.

Throwing his leg over, he dismounted. Pulling the key and yanking his helmet off, his face itched and tingled as his sweat soaked skin was exposed to the cool air.

It was in times like these, when his blood pressure rose to unfathomable heights, Jason was glad he never made friends in his apartment building.

And God help any stranger who attempted to speak to him.

He wasn’t sure what emotion coursed his veins, as he climbed the stairwells. He just knew it was volatile. Dark.

That same creeping, shadowy figure from his past that likes to show face every once in a while. Slamming into his chest so hard, his pulse would skyrocket. Leaving his arteries pumping faster, veins distended from the pressure.

Unlocking his door, Jason slipped into the familiar apartment.

He exhaled slowly, his hand brushing through sweat soaked hair. Pushing small locks of curls behind his ears. He dug into his pocket, finding his pack of cigarettes and lighter.

Abandoning his helmet on the kitchen table, Jason shook a cigarette out.

He couldn’t believe this shit.

YN had slipped her escort to STAR labs. She hadn’t hurt anyone, thankfully, but she wasn’t making her case look any better. At the moment, the police were keeping it quiet, sharing the information with a handful of vigilantes.

Bruce had pulled strings. Decided he had made enough of the situation a media frenzy. And luckily, Chief Gordon agreed.

He was thankful his plan succeeded in getting her out of Arkham or any other prison, but now she was being shipped off to Central City— a blinking beacon for all things meta.

Jason shivered, exhaling smoke. Goosebumps ran along his arm, racing up his spine.

A breeze swept against the back of his neck. His heart catapulted into his throat. That wasn’t good. He turned, slowly, eyes scanning for anything amiss.

The window was cracked open. He tilted his head.

That definitely wasn’t like that when he left. His fingers drifted to his side, where his holster usually sat against his hip. Cursing himself, he grit his teeth.

He really had to start carrying something on him everyday. He was finding himself in these situations far too often.

Hand to hand, it is.

Turning again, his eyes finally landed on his kitchen table. A strip of white paper sat innocently, almost staring him in the face.

He scoffed, pressing his tongue to his teeth. Shaking his head, Jason turned around.

She had been here.

He didn’t know how he didn’t smell it earlier.

Her shampoo or wash, perfume— maybe it was just her natural scent. Whatever it was, it lingered every time she was near.

Pressing his fingers to the cardstock, he pulled it over the table.

‘Call me soon, Red.’

The words were accompanied by what he assumed was a winking face and a phone number below. All in neat penmanship, with no accredited author.

He rolled his eyes, hastily shoving his hand into his pocket again, finding his phone.

This woman was going to give him a heart attack.

Dialing, he held the phone to his ear, tapping the toe of his boot into the floor. Impatiently listening to the dial tone.

Surely she was safe. Surely she wasn’t somewhere and he comically called and busted her cover. If she asked him to call, she was safe for now. She wasn’t that stupid.

Please, God, she wasn’t that stupid.

The tone clicked.

Nothing from the other side.

“YN?” He asked, hesitantly.

Another moment of silence.

“Hiya, Red.” She drawled.

Jason exhaled in relief. His head tilting down as he willed his heart to slow.

“Where are you?”

“Around.”

He could hear the smirk in her voice.

Jason was thankful in the moment she was on the phone and not in front of him. Because he didn’t know if he would’ve been able to stop himself from wrapping his hands around her throat and choking her.

“Are you coming back?” He demanded. YN laughed.

“If I were a little more self centered, I’d say it almost sounds like you care for me.”

“YN.”

“Not now. I can’t right now.” She muttered, her tone dripping from playful into serious. “We might’ve cut the head from the snake but the tail still rattles.”

Jason blinked, allowing his confusion to sit for a moment.

“What?”

“Two heads replace one on a hydra.”

“I need you to speak clearly.”

“Fine.” She huffed. “I recognized the guy that tried to kill me in Arkham. He’s one of Adrian’s guys.”

Jason paused.

Interesting.

Whether or not it truly was one of Adrian’s old goons, Jason ordered the hit. Or maybe she was actually losing her mind and making up paranoid scenarios to cope.

“Actually, about that…”

A distant, suspicious sound from her end interrupted his explanation. It had almost sounded human…

“Shit.” YN grunted. Jason heard the phone fall, clattering to a surface. He could hear a scuffle. Nothing too intense, but it sounded as if chairs were being knocked over. When she came back to the phone, YN was breathless. “Listen, I’ll call you back when I’m done here.”

“What are you doing?” Jason demanded, his tone grim.

“Cleaning this mess once and for all.” She said, finality in her voice.

Jason opened his mouth to question her; A muffled gunshot sounded off and his heart slingshotted into his sternum.

It left him breathless, unable to vocalize anything. The blood drained from his face, his fingertips felt numb.

He called her name, so quiet he didn’t know if she heard it.

“Was that a gunshot?” He asked, forcing his voice to be stronger. She didn’t answer. “YN? Fuck.”

The call ended, Jason pulled his phone down to see the blank screen. No call in progress.

He shoved the cigarette into the closest ashtray. Snatching his jacket and helmet again, he slammed the door behind him, shoving his helmet on.

Dick found her in the parking lot of a minimart.

YN had a bag slung over her shoulder, an empty holster around her thigh, and blood splattered over her chest and face.

He pressed the gas, idling as close as he could without hitting her.

He had just changed out of his own uniform, it was shoved into a duffel and into a compartment of his trunk. He had also been in search of dinner, until he heard of a crime scene in a downtown warehouse.

By a stroke of fate, he looked out of his window and saw her— barely recognizable under the street lamp’s glow.

Rolling his window down, Dick kept his car alongside her.

YN didn’t even glance at him.

“I heard there was a disturbance. Should have known.” He teased. YN readjusted her bag, huffing. “How did you get here?”

“What do you care?” She growled, immediately.

“You’re covered in blood.” He argued.

YN scoffed, her head tilting.

“Not mine.”

That was what he was worried about.

Dick glanced over to his scanner. He hadn’t checked the police presence and he didn’t want her to be caught, with him driving beside her.

“Come on, you’ve got to get off the streets.” Dick insisted.

“And go where?” She groused.

“I’m offering help.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Then go back to prison.” He taunted.

YN didn’t seem phased by his words and kept on going. No intentions of stopping.

New tactic.

“Alright, look,” Dick pressed his brakes, throwing his car into park. He slipped out of the car, and stood right in front of her. YN huffed, rolling her eyes. “I’m sorry. For all that in Gotham.”

YN blinked.

There was no way.

No, fucking way.

“It was you?” She hissed, quickly advancing at him. Dick’s eyes widened, automatically stepping back for every one she took forward.

He raised his hands, showing his palms, in hopes it would do something to calm her.

“You didn’t know that…” He half asked, half muttered to himself. YN scoffed incredulously, her eyes flashing. “Okay. I’m sorry. You didn’t know any of that— I’ll explain it all and I swear it was all a mistake. I can’t let you wander the streets here. Please, let’s get you somewhere safe.”

YN brought a hand to her forehead, attempting to suppress the panic welling in her chest. Her eyes stung from the pressure of the past few weeks— all compiling and compressing at once. Tears threatened to slide down her cheeks.

She didn’t know if things were becoming increasingly more confusing or if they were becoming clearer.

And she didn’t quite know what to believe anymore.

Because Jason knew more than he let on— she knew that much. He was acting too stupid for his own good.

She just didn’t think he would’ve been this clueless.

Yes, she was reckless, and perhaps a tad vengeful. But in the end, YN knew she had upset Gotham. She knew why she was arrested and had fully intended on simply waiting for her trial sentencing.

Then she was attacked and knew she had to take her chances to escape when she could. She knew of STAR labs— everyone did.

She didn’t feel safe going there as a meta.

But for Jason to think she would attack his family— the people who were just doing their jobs?

He didn’t place quite as much trust in her as she thought.

Dick called her name softly. Suddenly remembering where she was, Yn inhaled deeply. Her head tilted up, blinking rapidly to dispel the tears on her waterline.

She spun back around to face him and threw a sucker punch to Dick’s gut— just a little anger relief (that and she had just wanted to hit him once, since she met him) — before she shoved past him and rounded his car.

“I deserved that.” Dick groaned, pressing his hand against his abdomen.

YN flopped into his passenger seat, waiting impatiently, clutching her bag to her chest. She swiped at her face angrily, wiping away stray tears before he could see.

After taking a moment to compose himself, and pull his stomach out of knots, he straightened. Returning to his seat, Dick kept himself facing forward. He briefly reminded her of her seatbelt before clipping his own and speeding out of the parking lot.

“The bathroom is right through there, I can try to find you something to wear when you get out.” Dick tossed his keys to the bowl at his door, heaving his duffel bag onto the table.

“I have clothes.” She replied, marching in after him.

Dick hummed, locking the door and glancing at her; His eyes went up and down and then to her bag.

Her blood splattered shirt and black cargo pants didn’t seem too comfortable to sleep in. And he doubted she had anything other than those types of clothes in her bag.

“To sleep in or just clothes?” He clarified. YN shrugged, with one shoulder. He smiled, a single nod to confirm. “I’ll find you something. You hungry?”

He led her into the kitchen.

YN followed, her eyes scanning every inch of his apartment.

She didn’t know what she had expected. It was very different from his brother’s.

Dick’s apartment was clean and sleek. The walls a soft gray, various lamps lit around the rooms. The furniture was very… guyish. The place screamed bachelor pad; Given the bachelor was an adopted child of a billionaire.

YN’s eyes were drawn to the cluttered fridge surface. Photos and notes, all held up by cheesy magnets. Hanging on the wall beside her was a coat rack with two aprons.

“Guess so.” She muttered. Dick grinned, watching as she examined his life.

“Worked up an appetite?” He pressed.

YN narrowed her eyes. What was this guy’s deal?

“I’m not confessing to anything without proof.” She stated, dragging her eyes away from the room’s personalizations.

“Noted.” Dick said. Opening the fridge door, he dug into the top shelf, finding a plate of leftover food he had ordered two days prior. Removing the lid, he jut his chin toward the back of the apartment. “Go shower, I’ll heat this up.”

YN turned and headed back to the direction he had pointed her in earlier. Absorbing as much information about him as possible.

A series of posters in his hallway caught her eye. All framed in neat, black shadowbox format. A couple were illustrated and others were still life.

The Flying Grayson’s.

She hadn’t known Dick was a circus kid.

A quiet ‘huh’ escaped her lips as she continued through to the hallway bathroom. It explained a few things, she supposed.

Dick sighed, pushing his hands through his hair. His elbows propped on the table.

This girl was a menace. At the very least, she was trouble.

He would have to call Bruce, explain that he found her and that the Bludhaven crime scene was hers. No doubt, Bruce would want her back in Gotham as soon as possible.

He just didn’t know where she would go from there: stay in Gotham or sent off to Central City.

If Jason got his say, Bruce would keep her in Gotham. Dick knew that Bruce was slowly being worn down by the abrasive tactics. And they all knew how well those tactics worked, given some time for them to really sink in.

Jason.

Dick scrolled down from Bruce’s contact.

Hesitating for a moment, Dick swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. Staring at the contact information on his phone.

What was he getting into?

There was a chance Jason didn’t know where she was. That she slipped her escorts alone and escaped to Bludhaven.

And if what he thought was true, Jason needed to know where she was. Because somehow, thirty minutes away from his adoptive brother, he could feel the nauseating panic in his gut. Squeezing his heart and crushing his lungs as he searched for her.

Dick pressed the call button.

Just as he had assumed, it went to voicemail after a long series of dial tones.

He expected that, at least.

“I know you don’t want to hear from me, Little Wing, but we have a problem.” Dick established, glancing up to where the shower was running a couple rooms over. “Get back to me, ASAP.”

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Damon x reader - not really trust, but maybe one day

hi can i request another avenger!reader x damon salvatore? but this time the reader is a black widow and very closed off and damon has a crush on her because yk she kinda famous because she’s a public figure. then when the reader decided to have a small break from being an avenger she went to mystic falls and met damon then damon shooting his shot but she kept ignoring his attempts cos’ she’s afraid to trust people then you can decide the rest 😅 a fluffy one pls and sorry it’s too long!! 😅 - Anon💜

Sitting in the tower, you looked at all the files around you, from all the mission you had been doing the past month.

You had to type up all your reports, but you were exhausted, you wanted a break from this.

“Fury said you don’t have to do them right away.” Natasha said walking into your room.

You looked up and nodded your head as you turned back to all of the papers.

“What’s up?” She asked.

Natasha sat herself down with you, her back resting against the wall with yours.

“I’m tired Natasha.” You sighed.

“Tired?”

You nodded your head, and picked up on of the files, aimlessly flicking through the pages before you set it down again.

Then you looked at the bandage wrapped around your left arm, hiding one of the nasty wounds you acquired on one of them.

“I… don’t really know what I’m doing right now.. what I want..” you mumbled.

Natasha nodded her head and took your hand in his, gently squeezing it.

“Let’s talk to Tony about setting you up somewhere peaceful and out of the way for a little while.”

You nodded your head and stood up, making your way to the man’s lab where he was hiding out.

Grabbing his attention, you pulled him away from his work and Natasha explained to him that you needed somewhere quiet to go for a while.

“I can have something set up for you tomorrow. But you owe me.” He chuckled.

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head at him.

“Fine, when I return I’ll whatever you want within reason.”

“Great! I’ll let Jarvis know when it’s all sorted.”

“Right, thank you.”

With that, you walked back up to your room.

“Jarvis, can you ask Steve and Bucky to bring some boxes by?”

“Of course.”

The two super soldiers appeared not long after that, folded boxes under their arms.

“You’re really leaving?” Bucky asked.

You gave a small nod and sat on your bed, holding some of your books in your hands as you dropped them into the box at your feet.

Then you turned to look at them.

“I just need some time away.”

“We understand, but you know we’re always here when you need us, right?” Steve said softly.

“I do, and thank you.”

They helped you organise your things, then you all took a section and begun to pack things.

While you worked on packing all your clothes, Steve was working on your bookshelves and Bucky was packing your decorations.

“Heard your vanishing.” Clint said, waltzing in.

“Yeah. I don’t know where to, Tony I still setting it up.”

“Yeah, Bruce is talking to fury about it all, since he’s the most likely to be able to convince him to let you go.”

You nodded your head and Clint walked over, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“You take all the time you need. We’ve all been there.”

“Thanks…” you whispered.

One by one all the avengers made their way into your room to help you pack all your stuff.

It took a few hours, but when you were done you all made your way back upstairs to order some food.

“So what will you do with this time?” Thor asked.

“Honestly I don’t know, depends on where I go.”

“Well, it’s all sorted. You’ve got a nice little house in the town of Mystic Falls.” Pepper smiled.

“Mystic falls?” Wanda asked.

“Never heard of it.” You shrugged.

“Exactly! Only us, Fury and Maria will know of your whereabouts for safety reasons.” Bruce smiled.

You nodded and you guys spent the night chatting away.

In early morning, the movers came to gathers your things to take them away, and you stood in front of your whole team.

You felt sad for leaving them, but you were good at hiding your emotions, so you kept a blank face.

“You better text.” Natasha said sternly.

“I will, don’t worry.”

“Good, and stay safe, okay?” Pepper said.

You nodded, hugging each and every one of them before you got on your bike, giving them one last look you started to drive away.

As you got further away from the city, it felt like a weight was being lifted off your shoulders.

It took just under thirteen hours to get there, and when you did, you were exhausted, the sun had long since set and you wanted to sleep.

Thankfully Tony had sorted all the furniture for you, it was all set up by Maria and the people who delivered it, so all you had to do was unpack your boxes.

Pulling into your driveway, you wasted no time in getting in and going straight up the stairs.

When you woke up the next morning and looked at all the boxes before shrugging, you didn’t want to unpack them just yet.

Grabbing your keys, you made your way outside and over to your bike.

You were just about to put your helmet on when you noticed a man, woman, and two teenagers following behind them.

“Hey there!” The woman beamed.

“Uhm… hi?”

“You’re our new neighbour, right? I’m Jenna. These are my niece and nephew, Jeremy and Elena.”

The duo waved and smiled and the man gave you a wave as well.

“I’m Alaric.”

“(Y/N), it’s nice to meet you all.”

“Have you ever been here before?” Jeremy asked.

“No. I was actually going to look for somewhere to eat.” You replied.

“Well we’re walking to the grill, how about you join us?” Jenna smiled.

You narrowed your eyes a little, carefully looking at them all to decided wether or not it was going to be safe to go with them.

Having decided they weren’t a threat, you got off you bike, put your helmet on the handle and stuffed your keys into your pocket.

“Sure, thank you.”

They all waved you to follow them so you did, trailing behind you. Jenna, Alaric and Elena were all talking about some people and Jeremy slowed down a little to walk in line with you.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked.

Flicking your eyes to him, you nodded your head.

“You’re an avenger, aren’t you?”

Again you nodded your head.

“That’s so cool! What’s it like?”

“It’s okay I suppose, a lot of work.”

He asked a few more questions which you gave brief answers to, and finally you guys appeared at the grill.

You looked at it before following them all inside and you started to look around for somewhere to sit.

“You can sit with us you know.” Elena laughed.

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude, thank you for leading me here.”

Heading over to a table in the corner, you ordered something small to eat and slowly nibbled at it while you texted the team to let them know how it was going so far.

While you were texting, you noticed a man lingering near your table.

Finally he walked over, and stood in front of the table.

“You must be new, Damon Salvatore. May I?”

You blinked and shook your head.

“Yes I am new, no you can’t sit.”

He took a seat anyway and smirked at you.

“Aw come on, I just want to be friends. You’re (Y/N) right? The huntsman. Part of the avengers.”

You sighed and pushed your plate away, standing up.

“I’m not interested in signing things.”

With that, you started to walk away.

“I just want to be friends!” He called.

“Damon!” Alaric hissed.

He stopped the man from following you, and you left the grill.

For weeks Damon tried to be you friend, but Elena and her friends warned you he was nothing but bad news.

You believed every word of it.

Sitting on your porch, you were sipping the drink from the can next to you as you stared at nothing.

“Ah, Fanta. A hard drink I see.”

You looked up to see Damon hope over the bush separating yours and the Gilbert’s gardens.

You sighed and looked away from him.

“What Damon?”

“Nothing, I just saw you and you looked lost. Care for some company?”

“You’re persistent.”

“And you’re hot, what’s your point?”

Sighing, you gestured to the step you were sat on and he walked over.

You knew he wasn’t going to go away, and he was just going to take the spot next to you anyways.

He tried speaking to you, but you didn’t offer much conversation.

“Come on, you’ve been here for weeks now. You hardly talk to anyone, let me be your friend, please?” He grinned.

You finally gave in, it wasn’t like you were going to be staying here forever anyways.

So you decided to humour him in this and be friends with him until you left, there’s no way he’d be allowed in the tower anyway.

“Fine.”

Damon grinned brightly.

“Great!”

He gave you his number and didn’t leave until you texted him.

After that, peace wasn’t an option, Damon was at your door everyday, playing games with you or dragging you to some random event or on a random road trip with him.

It was a good way to distract yourself from all the stress and pressure you had been under, and you finally managed start relaxing.

You’d been in mystic falls now for a good few months, and you were sat on your couch watching Damon play some random game on the Xbox you had.

“Your crap at this.” You said.

“You try.”

“I don’t have to try.”

Damon gave a small laugh and a shake of his head.

“Hey, I’ve got a question.”

“Okay?” You replied.

He paused the game and turned to face you.

“I’m sure you’ve heard about the ball that’s coming up.”

“Yeah. The founders ball or something like that.”

“That’s the one.”

You waited for him to speak again, he seemed to be debating his next choice of words.

“Well, would you care accompany me?”

You blinked, you were speechless.

“Everyone already has a date, and it wouldn’t be much fun going alone, so why not take the hottest woman in mystic falls.” He smirked.

You shook your head.

“I… no… Im not going.”

You got up and walked away, and Damon quickly followed you, taking your hand in his.

Quickly you flipped him over your shoulder and slammed him into the floor.

“Okay, my mistake…” he groaned.

Getting up, he brushed himself off.

“It’s just a dance, that’s all. One dance and you can leave and if you really hate it that much you don’t have to talk to me.”

You sat on the table and shook your head once more.

“Damon it’s not that… it’s.. I don’t.. I can’t..”

You couldn’t figure out how to explain to him, but he seemed to understand.

Damon sat on the table next to you.

“I think I know what you’re trying to say.”

“You’ve been trying for ages, and it’s nothing against you Damon… I just..”

“You can’t trust.” He finished.

You nodded.

“I understand, trust me. I do. But if I really wasn’t interested I would’ve given up ages ago, but to be honest with you, I just want a chance. If not now, then maybe later on.”

You didn’t say anything.

“If not the founders ball, then how about a date somewhere else, anywhere you choose I’m happy with. I just want a date with you, just one date is all I’m asking for.”

Damon held out his hand, and you looked at it.

“Let me show you that you can trust me.” He whispered.

You looked up at his smiling face, and finally you reached out, gently placing you hand in his.

“I.. I don’t know if I can ever trust Damon… but I suppose one date can’t hurt…” you whispered.

Damon brought your hand up to his lips and kissed your knuckles, shooting you biggest grin that you had ever seen.

“Then you pick a time and a place.”

You nodded your head.

“How about now? And some video games?”

Damon grinned and jumped from the table, holding his hands out to you.

“You’re going down.”

“Oh you wish.”

Taking his hands, you let him lead you to the living room where you both got stuck into some games.

You’d never really had the chance to experience a date, or anything if the sort, let along have a person show any sort of romantic interest in you like Damon had.

You didn’t really trust him, but you enjoyed his company, so many it was a good place to start

#the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries x reader #the vampire diares imagine #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore x y/n #damon salvatore

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