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— A trip to New Mexico, how fun right? Well, sorta! | Marvel Phase 1 FanFic

Timeline: Set during Iron Man 2 and in between Thor

Summary: Coulson was assigned to go see what the hell was happening in New Mexico and decided he might need, more like want, some assistance and who better to keep watch of the town than a blast from the past SHIELD agent?

Pairing: Coulson & Underwood, Darcy Lewis & Jason Underwood and etc.

Established uncle & nephew relationship: Tony Stark & Jason Underwood

Characters/mentioned: Clint Barton, Rei Stark, Jane Foster, Pepper Potts, Natasha Romanoff and etc.

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The day was young and the sun was still shining among the city across Miami into the Stark Mansion. Pepper was off at Stark Industries with Natalie Rushman, who’s real name is Natasha Romanoff, meanwhile Jason took care of the business around the household. It’s been rather hectic lately so someone at least needed to make sure no one starved and everything was well taken care of.

He thanked god his grandnephew, Rei Stark, beautiful mother was taking care of the boy this week. Because then, they would have another mystery on their hands with how curious that child can secretly be.

He was answering a few questions about a financial calls in the living room and flipping across channels on the TV that involves news about the latest Stark Expo, stuff involving Dr. Bruce Banner, The Feltons daily news and information about The Strange Family son, Leonard Strange.

As well as a small crisis forming in New Mexico appeared on various news channels. He rolled his eyes knowing S.H.I.E.L.D. was probably getting word of it already and coming to—

Suddenly the floor started rumbling loudly underneath his feet and the other things started shaking. He quickly turned over to catch a lamp that almost tipped over and crashed.

His eyes widen and shouted into the phone, “I’ll have to call you back, Laura!”

He swiftly made his way down the stairs to see the basement turned open floor lab was being destroyed. And in the middle of it stood his only nephew holding back a jackhammer as AC/DC blasted into the headphones he was wearing. So he wasn’t actually listening or notice him standing there.

“HEY! BOB THE BUILDER CUT IT OUT!” Jason shouted stumbling through the rubble, deeply crackled opened walls and dirty floors that surrounded them.

If his eyes couldn’t widen even more, his eyes darted down to the 1970 model of Stark Expo he helped design decades ago laying on the ground. The model that both Stark siblings, were discussing on becoming something evolutionary different for the world. He wasn’t as smart as them to understand everything they studied and created but he understood it was far too important to not model the idea.

He reached forward lace his fingers crossed the model and questioned, “Jarvis?”

“Yes, sir?” Repiled the A.I.

“What is this? I mean, what is he building?”

“It’s to be believed Mr. Stark has discovered a New Element and is determined to use it to power his suit for a greater timeframe.”

“A new element? Damn. Alright, turn the music off.”

JARVIS did what was told as he unwired Tony’s music as the brunette genius shouted confused and insulted by the actions. Until his eyes fell on his uncle with a nod, “Hey.”

“Hey.” He replied removing his jacket and rolling up his sleeves.

“You’re creating a new element, i see.”

“Yup! After 20 years, dad is still taking me to school and I’m surprised I’ve haven’t seen it sooner.”

“Because it wasn’t time for you figure it out eariler. Need help?”

“Seriously?”

“You ruined my floor.”

“That’s means your helping!”

“But your cleaning up afterwards.”

“Damn it.”

The two got to work, opening walls, expanding wires, lengthened the tunnels across the room. Tony coined it ‘hardware mood’, using his hands to create the lengthy contraction instead of his machinery. ‘Going old school’ as Jason liked to call it, pulling apart drilling into the tunnels and adding placements to the sections.

It placed looked insanely messy but you knew where everything is.

By the time, Tony was drilling in something the door to the basement opened as Agent Phil Coulson walked in saying, “I heard you broke the perimeter.”

“Uh, yeah that was 3 years ago, where you’ve been?” Tony replied, walking over to the tunnels and vents they built.

“Doing some stuff.”

“Yeah well, me too and it worked.”

Both men chatted, as Tony wondered around the room grabbing items as Coulson picked up a half built Shield that could’ve belong to Captain America. That was when Jason stepped into the picture returning with another box of tools, cables and basic hardware.

The blonde smirked snatching up the item, showing it to Tony who’s face light up, having Coulson help them put the Shield underneath the tunnels to level it. Perfectly leveled.

“I’m busy, what you want?” Tony said, receiving a light slap on the arm from Jason due to the attitude he gave Coulson, “Ow!”

Coulson held back a small chuckled, “Goodbye. I’ve been reassigned, director Fury wants me in New Mexico.”

“Fantastic. Land of enchantment.”

“Or so I’m told.”

Jason spoke up, “The small crisis in New Mexico, involving the decency sized craters with a hammer smacked in the middle of it?”

“Good, your informed.” Coulson added with a half smile.

“I saw the news.”

“I would like you to come, Stark seems to be handling things here perfectly well.”

“Yeahhh. Nope! I’m retired.”

“Never too late to jump back in the game.”

“And I’m busy.”

Tony gave his uncle a look to go do it and get out of the house, that he can handle everything from here. He weighted his options, not wanting to leave his house unsupervised and tired of going deep into SHIELD missions, he rather likes retirement.

“I don’t know, man. Again, I’ve been retired for more than 15 freaking years.” Jason exclaimed.

Coulson thought for a moment, he really wanted to have company for a couple of days and said, “You only need to scout the town and see what’s happening.”

“Undercover work?”

“Yes. Only for 4 days, i promise than you can come back.”

“2 days. I’m only doing simple work, let me remind you that i rather not mess with the others there.”

“Fine by me. Waiting for you in the car.”

Tony giggled at the speechless face his uncle made. It was priceless! He told him to go ahead with Coulson for a few short days, he promised he won’t reck the house, hopefully. Plus he knew the man had a suitcase still packed from their trip to France upstairs.

He sent a playful glare to his nephew, grabbing his things and met Phil outside.

The man drove them to New Mexico, taking stops to stretch their legs and eat on the way there. Both men chatted to keep the time at ease, having respect for one another and actually enjoying the company. Phil Coulson wasn’t a half bad, but that doesn’t mean he won’t heist to tease him.

“So, how’s the thing with May going?” Jason let out ever so causal, sipping a bottle of water.

Phil blinked hearing him and awkwardly blushed, “I—i-how did you know that?”

“I heard of the story that you were on a undercover mission with her and a few interactions were made.”

“It was completely professional.”

“Oh, so taking 2 minutes to unhook her bra was professional?”

“There were cameras! I was trying to sell that we were together.”

Jason snickered, “Oh yeah according to her, you sold it.”

“That was an act for the camera!” Coulson added trying to defend himself, “So you and May talk, huh?”

“Quite a bit. Her emails about you are hilarious.”

“Remind me to call her later. And i will have you know, I was being a gentleman.”

“Oh yeah, of course Phil. You were committed.”

“I think i did alright. You think i was committed?”

“Your one of a kind, Coulson. Don’t ever change.”

The rest of the ride meant a few jokes here and there, stopping for snack break and bringing up movies along with latest shows on TV. There were a few mishaps and things that needed to be taken care of during their stops.

They arrived soon enough to New Mexico, as an SHIELD base was already being formed around the outsets of the town nearby the crater that held the hammer. The moment they exist the car, Jason slid down darting to examine the hammer in awe. Plenty of people tried surrounding and lifting the metallic gray block from the ground but it didn’t seem to budge at all.

“Wow..” muttered Jason, giving a once over to Phil who snapped pictures.

The carvings were immaculate, the lining was framed perfectly, the engraved symbols were placed in a fitting manner. The hammer looked one of a kind. Magical. Ungodly amount of time and effort was made into making it. Jason must admit he gave credit to the people who shaped such a glorified item.

Hell, the man stepped over looping the brown handled into his grip trying to lift it himself. He grunted and huffed, taking a couple of breaths trying his mightiest to lift the god damn hammer. But nothing! It didn’t even bother to slightly budge for him. He sighed, releasing the grip of the handle and stomped up to the previous stop he want in.

“Anything?” Coulson asked, humoring his attempt to lift the hammer.

“Nope.” He replied, huffing and massaging his grip, “That thing is stuck!”

“Yikes. Here’s the deal, your gonna get a change on clothes then scout the town.”

“How about you? Gonna try and lift it yourself?”

“Haha! No, I’m handling a few pressing matters and help set up the base of operations.”

Jason nodded walking back to the car, he seemed out of breath from trying to lift the god damn hammer. It was super glued to the ground, not even trucks and machines with horsepower could even remove it from the ground.

He found himself a nicely fresh change of causal clothes. Being a brown jacket with a olive green t-shirt, dark jeans, and a pair of his favorite classic sneaker. Along with a pair of simple sunglasses that were gifted by Pepper last Christmas. He carried his old school SHIELD ID, walkie-talkie and a handheld gun in his pocket. Just in case.

The man wondered around town, taking notice of the simplicity of it all. The houses, buildings, stores that held the items needed to built a good foundation, a general grocery store, a diner that held the delicious smell of pies, a bar and plenty of other places to visit. It made him smile. He liked it a lot, especially since the afternoon sun shinned just right above the cloud, giving the waves a cozy breath of fresh air.

He enjoyed it.

He walked around, entertaining himself at a coffee shop nearby the gas station. He was waiting in line, reading the signs on the wall and giving small nods to older folk or pregnant women who walked past him, letting them go in front of him. He wasn’t in a hurry to get out or anything, his job was the scout the town and see what type of people they’re dealing with.

And so far? Everyone seemed to be general folk living their day to day lives, working 9-5 meanwhile the teenagers and children were out at school or something.

Everything was going good until he was accidentally bumped into by someone.

He didn’t see the person, only what dropped on the floor next to his feet. A older brunette doll, that was wearing a purple dress, a white lab coat, strapless heels and a ponytail. Alongside a pair of sunglasses on the doll. Looked more like an cool action figure than a doll, designed by wonderfully crafty people.

Little did he know that the young girl who this doll belonged to would be important to him later on. As well as the mother.

He chuckled as his eyes darted up to the person, “Hey sweetheart, I believe this is yours?”

The young girl turned around, her red skirt bouncing in the wind from the movement she was making and fixing her crafty jacket a bit, pushing up her bangs to face the man. Her big brown eyes were covered by square frames. Along with adorable dimples.

“Ohh? Oh! I’m sorry mister..” She repiled shyly with a smile, and gently taking the doll from him.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t want to lose her, she’s smart.” He replied with a smile.

“Yeah my doll is a scientist! She’s love coffee, dresses in purple and uh, stuff.

“Hahaha. That’s amazing, um sweetie?

“Hmm?”

“Sorry to ask, but um where’s your mama?”

“Uh, she’s getting extra coffee from her and a few friends.”

“And she left you alone?”

“I’m not that’s little, you know. I’m 15–16!…ish, very soon.”

“Child. You’re still a child.”

“I’m almost 16, sir.! Sorry for shouting.”

“Don’t be, it’s alright.”

He was just about to ask her name when..

“Mew Mew!”

Came a voice, sounding it belonged a women. She ran up to them, holding a box of donuts and a two cups of coffee. The women seemed to a short brunette with long curls, a beanie that bounced with her every step and glasses. She was pretty! Her features matched the young girl perfectly, it made him smile knowing that her mother returned quickly.

“Mew Mew, i told you to stay put, sweetie.” Said the mother with a smile pushing up her glasses, sounding sweetly protective of the girl.

“I’m sorry, i had to throw out my trash mom.” Apologized the young girl.

“At least tell me where you’re going next time. This place is sorta crowded. You almost gave me a huge fright!”

“I’m sorry. I will tell you next time. But I’m okay! I promise!”

The brunette noticed the man and said, “I’m so sorry about her! She just ran off and i had no idea what happened..i hope she wasn’t too much trouble or anything.”

That was when Jason spoke up with a politic tone replying, “Oh no! It’s completely alright, you know how kid—I mean, teens are. Just be lucky, it was me who found her and not some other guy.”

“You have kids? I mean no offense, your like a young and tall bachelor.”

He chuckled, “That i know of, I have one. He’s at home with family.”

“You’re new around here, huh?” She questioned with a smile.

“It’s obvious isn’t it?”

“YUP! I mean the jacket means your suitable and out of town, no offense.”

“None taken. I’m just here for two days, I needed some rest from a long trip.”

She smiled, “Well you pick a odd place to stop. Oh well, welcome to New Mexico. I’m Darcy and you already met Mew Mew.”

“Melissa!” Cut in the young girl, with a grin.

Jason nodded with a small laugh and decided to use a nickname of his, “Nice to meet both of you. I’m JJ.”

“JJ, huh?” Darcy challenge with a smile, raising an eyebrow.

“You’ll find out my real name later, if your lucky.”

“Well i like it! It’s cute. Oh I’m sorry again for taking up your time.”

“It’s okay, doll. No one was breaking any bylaws or anything. You seem like your in a hurry as well?”

“Oh yes! Meeting up a fews friends of mine for breakfast and stuff. Oh shit, we’re running late. Thanks again, JJ!”

“No problem! Be careful and stay safe out there.”

The women walked away with a smile, glancing back at him thinking about something as her daughter waved at the man. He chuckled, waving goodbye to the pair noticing he was finally next in line and made a quiet order. He thanked the sweet barista with a charming smile, who giggled softly at his politeness, as he made his way around town.

His thought went back to the women he met earlier, Darcy, and her grinning daughter. They seemed like kind folk, but a part of him felt like he seen something in Darcy’s face before. Like he met a version of her in the past. Maybe her mother or an older sister? He didn’t know what it was, but he felt calm and a bit like himself around her aura.

He smiled.

Moments like that made him feel good. He has seen and met plenty of faces beforehand in his life. People on missions, dates he was dragged into going on, parties he danced at, walks in the park and just faces that made him feel a sense of déjà vu. A charming old feeling, per say.

As he scout the town, he scanned the area and the people, when suddenly he heard it. A loud banging tune. A righteous voice that could sent a smile to any man or women who met them. His face whipped around to hiding across the corner of a store, noticing the group.

A short light haired brunette with a beauty mark, an older man dressed in a patterned shirt and a tall blonde wearing a brownish jacket. And next to them stood Darcy, along with her daughter. But his eyes bounced back to the voice.

The mannerisms of the blonde haired man held such strong attitude towards the others around him. Tall and muscular like he was meant to do business with someone. The voice was righteously kind and oddly enough to seem like he lost his footing. His young facial features made him look like he was sculpture by…

A god.

Jason smirked. Pulling out his phone, he called Coulson, simply saying, “I think I found your sources, Phil…”

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He returned back to the base of operations.

It was jarring scurrying up the step, having not been in a SHIELD makeshift office for more or less 15 years. Practically 20 years! A heat wave hit him. The man would’ve shivered at the thoughts and memories that had the option to wash over him.

He snapped back towards Coulson watching the man work, watching scanners and scouts shouting loudly across the room. He even noticed a blonde man dressed in black in the corner, tightening his arrowheads giving him a small nod, acknowledging him.

“Phil. We have your guy.” Jason spoke with a clear voice, catching the people in the room’s attention.

He explains to Coulson to try getting into contact with a Dr. Jane Foster and her little group of misfits, collecting as much information they can. Coulson was impressed by hearing this, already on the same page before he showed up finding information about Dr. Foster, calling orders to everyone who was in the area.

Jason nodded, about to walk out when somebody tossed a gun at him. He caught it and examined the weapon. A position for a sharp shooter.

“Hey—wait, no! Coulson, we had a deal. I ain’t doing this. I did the light work you asked for.” Yelled out the blonde following the agent across the halls.

“Yeah well, I had other plans. I figured you’ll like to get a front row seat on the action, high up.” Coulson said, with a small smile, “If he shows up.”

“Whatever you plan on doing, you better keep an eye on them and make sure no harm comes to them. Their group had a child with them.”

“Relax Wood—”

“Underwood.”

“Sorry, Underwood. I won’t harm anyone, we just need to speak to that one guy. I promise we’ll try to play it safe, but we don’t know who we’re dealing with.”

“You’re window with me will be closing very soon, Coulson. So make it quick, then I’m out.”

“Crystal clear, Underwood. But I do have a question, why did you come?”

He blinked and just shrugged, he really didn’t know the true answer to that question. He thought about it, trying to word it in his mind the best he can, leaving out a few details for himself.

“Because my nephew wanted me out of the house..and I-I had no other choice but to make sure SHIELD that knows what they’re doing…I’ve seen the records and it’s utter chaos.” He answered softly.

Coulson nodded and pressed, “We’re trying to fix it as we go along, I promise. Why did you retire? You know either way, it won’t last. You will always have a part of you that wants to come back to this..I mean look at your life now.”

Jason didn’t answer him this time, just walked away with a grip on the rifle. He knew the plenty of reasons why he retired and honestly he enjoyed retirement, hoping to get this job done. But it won’t say most of it out loud himself.

———

This time, we was perched on a high level outside with the archer he saw earlier. Clint Barton.

The man wasn’t half bad. Snarky, has a murder stare he can appreciate, very knowledgeable about stuff and honestly a pretty chill guy. Along with a bit grumpy due to the rain.

In the New Mexico, it was raining again. The last two days have on and off again rain with sun and wind. Mother Nature didn’t seem too happy. Some agents didn’t mind it meanwhile the others were annoyed by it.

He doesn’t mind the rain too much.

“So, you’re the guy Nat was telling me about?” Clint said after a few minutes of silence between them.

Jason was hunched over readjusting his gun, and looked over his shoulder heading him, “What?”

“Natasha. She told me about you.”

“Uh, Clint, I don’t know a Natasha, buddy.”

He chuckled, “Ohhhh! You don’t know? Your women from legal, Natalie Rushman, is actually an agent of ours..”

“The fuck?” Jason let out, taking a moment to connect the dots and groaned, “God damn it! Pepper hired her, and didn’t even notice the clues.”

“Ah, well, she’s good at her job! Could fool anyone. She’s a widow for gods sakes!”

‘So was my big sister..’ He thought to himself, before adding, “Yeah, she fooled me. Uh, what did she say about me?”

“That you’re agile, smart, kind.” Clint snorted, “And bit of a grump. No offense! She likes to tell me about her missions and the people she meets, but she doesn’t know much about you..”

“And I like to keep it that way. For your knowledge and hers, I’m uh, just a family friend of Stark’s.”

“A very close one it seems. You didn’t seem like you wanted to leave the house.”

“Yeah well, someone needs to keep an eye on them. Enough about me, Clint, what about you?”

“Simple man like you, i guess. I remember wanting to work with SHIELD for a long time and I’ve been working 9-5 for some time now, trying to perfect my craft. Oh, I have a beautiful fiancé not a lot of people know that.”

Anyone can see the soft grin on Clint’s face mentioning the last part. He seemed very proud of it, as if he was planning on starting a family with whoever this fiancé was. In result, it had Jason smiling.

“Treat her right, Barton.” Jason told him with a smile.

“I try.” Clint replied, “You got anyone?”

“Uh..um, it’s complicated.”

“How complicated?”

“I take girls out on dates but it never last.”

“Hmm! You need to try finding a girl outside of your usual spots.”

They waited. Wait long hours of the day, Clint on his leveled perched up with his bow and arrow. Jason on the other side, underneath an umbrella, his gun in hand, eyes narrow. It was dark, rainy, quiet, you couldn’t hear much. Only the ruffle of trees, wet sand being slouch around and machines working.

Until they heard it. The grunts, groans, yells and pure shouting that started picking up pace. The running from starts perked Jason and Clint up in positions.

Then the pair saw it, the situation of a tall, blonde man with full on muscles over his body. His wet hair and pissed off look that made him look like Zeus. Clint got a clean shot at him and Jason narrowed, his gun able to get a closer look.

“Damn he’s uh, good looking..” Jason muttered, couldn’t lie and thanked god his old friends weren’t here to make heart eye at him.

“Yeah he is..” Clint muttered back then started asking Coulson to fire, who ordered him to wait.

The tall blonde man raised growled and roared like a large monster of rage, his hands gripping onto the handle of the hammer. He smirked as he pulled and grunted waiting for a result, but nothing came. Just like when Jason pulled it earlier. No result.

However, this man looked upset, screaming and his knees fell to the ground. He looked defeated. Like dialing back on doing a simple task, like he meant to lift it. Jason blinked, trying to think onto what this god was trying to achieve!

‘God of what?’ He asked himself, watching the man to see if he would do anything else. A part of him might’ve been empathetic toward him, if he wasn’t standing the freaking rain roaring in defeat and annoyance.

He snapped out of this thoughts when Coulson called it. Jason ran down with other agents cuffing Thor wrists together. Clint lowers his bow and arrow. They brought him into a room to be interrogated by Phil Coulson, the blonde man stayed quiet the whole time…

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Coulson paced back and forth, he just wanted a name. He bite his nails. Proof that this man has something to hide for he can report back to Fury. Phil kept glancing at the monitors, watching this man’s movements. It wasn’t moving, just looking defeated.

Clint was doing research measures for this case, Jason watched the scanners. His eyes stayed on the blonde, wishing he heard his name earlier when he was scouting the town, but he didn’t. Darcy nor Jane Foster said his name. Jason narrowed in on the tall blonde recognizing something, trying to connect the dots.

He seems to be a strong man. Maybe we he brought to Earth due to a punishment? Did he screw up with somebody? Who made him this way? So many questions were running across his head, watching the clock.

Again, he recognized the look, the same one his nephew shared two years ago before announcing himself as Iron Man.

He’s in need of finding himself, grounding himself in humanity.

Coulson locked eyes with Jason, knowing his time was almost up. Less than 12 hours and he’ll be gone back to Miami.

“You talk to him.” Phil remarked.

“What? No.” Jason rejected the request.

“We just need his name. He said he’s a god compared to the men here.”

“Every man thinks he’s a god. I’ve been near it, he’s just bluffing.”

“Exactly why you should go! Please, i just need it and we can focus our research with the equipment we stole from Foster.”

“You stole from Dr. Foster. Not me.”

Jason grumbled underneath his breath, reminding himself he’ll be gone soon. He walked away, removing his jacket and took a long sigh, sucking his teeth before entering the room.

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He entered the clear room, holding a glass of water for the man and a snack. A bag of chips he stole from the vending machines.

He sat down in the chair across from him, handing him the items.

“What’s this?” Asked the blonde, holding the glass of water and small bag.

“Water. I can promise you it’s not drugged or anything. You need it after taking out those men.” Jason explained, with a kindness in his tone.

“Why? Are you with them? Theses men. Son of Col and his soldiers.”

“Not exactly, your highness. I was just sent to scout the town and keep an eye on the people, especially after the ruckus at the moment.”

“You mean to cause me and theses humans harm then…?”

“No. I didn’t, that was Coulson’s doing. I didn’t know his intentions until now. He know he’s on a time crunch with me and he just ask one thing of you.”

“And what is that?”

Thor stayed silent, looking down after asking that question. He leaned against his chair, inching forward to drink the water and bag of the chips he was given. He was hungry and very much appreciated the small offering. He watched the man, sitting in front of him. He held such kindness, honesty and plenty of gruff to himself. As if he had a lot of trouble in his mind.

“Who are you?” Thor asked him, sipping his glass.

“Why would you like to know? He asked, rather intrigued by his eyes.

“You offered to show me a far cry of kindness.”

“Because, if you live long enough, you see the same eyes in different people…”

Thor was honestly taking back by his words. Those were powerful enough just to be written in stone. He wondered if this man was playing a role or actually meant every word in that sentence. As if he lived plenty of lives, such as himself. A part of him choose to highly respect it.

“What’s your game, mortal?” He asked, leaning forward in his chair.

“No, no game your highness. You have your secrets and so do i. And i can tell you don’t want to be here.” Jason told him honestly, “I’ll just like to know your name. Please?”

“..I’m Thor. Son Of Odin.”

“Your a god..?”

“Yes. What do you mean by the question?”

“A man of your status must’ve been sent here for a reason, my lord.”

“I was casted out of my home for being a ruckus and disobeying my orders…but i can assure you, I didn’t mean to cause you harm..”

“I can tell. Thor, i don’t know how long you’ve been here on Earth but what I’m about to say might ease your thoughts.”

“Hm?”

“You were sent here to learn a lesson. I can only imagine what it might be, however that’s for you figure out.”

“A lesson?”

“There’s always trials and errors to overcome. And I believe you might have to learn something from being among us humans..”

The god of thunder stayed silent simply nodded, listening to him as his mind ran with billions of thoughts. Jason stood up from his chair thanking him for that small information and he’ll request for Thor to be released soon enough.

He was about to leave the room when the god of thunder stop him.

“What’s your name?” He asked, his blue eyes pooling and twirling in curiosity.

He looked over his shoulder with a simple half smile, “Jason Underwood, your majesty.”

With that last comment he left, telling Clint what he found from his conversation with the blonde. It wasn’t much, he wasn’t going to tell Barton about what exactly happened in that room. Keeping that information private until further notice. He only said that his name was ‘Thor’ and that he’s a god.

Clint nodded taking note of what was said to tell Coulson later. Jason nodded, snatching up his keys. His work here was done. He hoped.

He took the first chance he got, returning back to his motel to pack his things and head back home.

The man was driving to Miami turning back the radio, when he received a call from James Rhodes. Rhodey was telling him what recently happened with Tony, the fight with Pepper, the issue with his suits and whatnot. Along with the fact that Tony decided to take off in his suit and sat on a giant freaking donut. It was a rather long list.

“He did what?!”

Was all Jason yelled out the phone, as he reached a red light.

As if he week couldn’t get any weirder…

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Bombshell (Wanda Maximoff x Reader x Yelena Belova)

Summary: Pushing to shoving, will she like the answers you give?

Words: 1134

Warnings: Suggestive themes, language, arguing, mild angst, mentions of cheating.

A/N: I decided we’re gonna make this a three part, babes. You’re welcome.

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-X-

Tucked between two beautiful women, you hummed contently as the protagonist on the television severed another zombie's head from its shoulders. Family nights had been strange since the truth came out a few months ago, but not for you. A witch on one side and a former assassin on the other, you were very protected from the puppy eyes your ex often sent your way.

Yelena's hand was warm on your thigh and Wanda's arm was relaxed, tossed over your shoulders and holding you close to them. Their feelings for you had become obvious the last few weeks and you were happy to bask in it. You adored both of them - their protective natures, their calming touches, them in general - and you had no qualms about loving them both. And in their need to keep you whole, they too had come together.

All in all, it was a healthy... soon-to-be.

Everyone could see the inevitable and only two people (out of your little family) were anything less than thrilled for you.

Natasha couldn't stand how you clung to Wanda and her sister. Felt slighted by their affections towards you. Though the team wasn't hostile to her (the same couldn't be said for Carol), they'd become cordial instead of the fondness she'd grown to love. Clint was still in her corner but even he couldn't condone her actions regarding you.

She still didn't understand what drove her to cheat on you. Repeatedly. With her. Maybe it was a self fulfilling prophecy - ruining the best thing she'd had before the universe could - but she couldn't stand the fallout.

"Stop staring at them. It's creepy," Clint whispered, dragging Natasha back to the present.

Carol, on the other hand, had gotten nothing but cold shoulders since she helped Natasha hurt you so deeply. So she was more often than not off-planet until the waters calmed.

"I -"

Clint's brows furrowed, the sharp glint in his gaze halting her quiet argument.

"Enough."

-X-

"She's staring again," you mumbled to your companions, eyes never straying from the television.

Yelena glared at her sister from across the room, tilting her head in a silent challenge. Their relationship hadn't been the same since "the incident" and the blonde hated that, but she couldn't set aside her fury at Natasha's actions, especially with her continuous advances and attempts to get you alone. If she showed remorse, Yelena would feel differently about everything but Natasha's entitlement about earning your forgiveness was simply too much for the Russian.

Meeting Yelena's fierce look with one of her own, Natasha stared pointedly while gesturing to Yelena's hand on your leg.

Smirking, the blonde squeezed your leg affectionately and you melted deeper into the couch, your hand landing atop hers as you dragged it further against your inner thigh. It was intimate but you were well aware of the proverbial war brewing between the sisters and this would only fuel the fire.

Wanda's hand clutched your shoulder, nails scoring the thin material of your worn shirt. She could see what was happening, barely, but Natasha's thoughts were so deafeningly loud. The moment you had grabbed Yelena's hand, she'd began broadcasting them for every mindreader within a mile radius to hear.

Taking a leap of faith, Wanda leaned closer to you, dragging her nose along your cheek playfully. Her lips followed, gently brushing across the warm flesh as she carefully inched upward, searching for any signs of discomfort.

There were none to be found.

Sinking into the ministrations, your eyes never left the television despite the smile plastered prominently across your face.

Are you okay? Wanda's question was gentle, even as she lingered on the outskirts of your mind, her genuine concern a flame roaring in your chest.

Turning your head as lips paused, yours met hers in the briefest kiss you'd ever exchanged but it held everything she needed to know. Her worries were dashed away, gone with your parting wink as your attention returned to the movie, though it lasted only a second as Natasha shouted from her seat.

"What the fuck?"

Tony sighed as he paused the movie, the lights flickering on to expose the impending show to everyone.

"Nat..."

She shoved away Clint's begging hand, hopping to her feet in a flurry of indignation and betrayal she had no right to feel.

"Are you seriously fucking them both?!" she demanded, darkened eyes jumping between the women leaned forward protectively.

Blinking under the sudden gleam of light, you peered up at your fuming ex. "Why is it any concern to you who I'm fucking, Natasha? At least I would've been waiting until I was single to hop in bed with someone. That's more I can say for you and the dear captain."

"Besides, you and Carol are still hooking up when she's in town so why do you care who (Y/N)'s dating?" Bucky pointed, tapping his ear with a roll of his eyes when she glanced at him in panic.

Snorting, you shook your head. "Of course you're still fucking the great Kree warrior," you said with a sarcastic sneer. You weren't jealous or angry, just frustrated she was pursuing you while bedding Carol. "Sit down so we can finish the movie, Natasha."

“No! Are you fucking my sister? Or… Wanda? Or… both? You broke up with me for-”

“I broke up with you because we never agreed to sleeping with other people! We never discussed you sleeping with my “best friend”. But to answer your question, no, I’m not fucking anyone but you can bet your ass if they agreed to it, I’d date them both!” you shouted, pushing up from the couch to stand toe-to-toe with the startled redhead. “I wouldn’t just fuck them. I’d love them. Cherish them. Adore them. Do all the things for them that I wasted on you.”

In that moment, you finally understood the phrase ‘so quiet you could hear a pin drop’. Not a sound was heard besides your heavy breathing and your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Natasha’s face was red, but you couldn’t tell if she wanted to kill you, kiss you, or cry.

Maybe all three.

Standing here, with Natasha, all of your worst anxieties came rushing back. Those feelings of never being enough. There was always something better. Someone better. You couldn’t compete with any of that, even if you tried.

You swallowed dryly, panic bubbling through your chest and up your throat as it threatened to choke you lifeless. This was a mistake. Taking Natasha’s bait was stupid and now you’d admitted to everyone how deep your feelings ran without knowing how anyone else felt.

Fucking idiot.

Legs moving before you could comprehend, you shoved past Natasha and bolted from the room, leaving behind the aftermath of your bombshell.

#yelena belova imagine #yelena belova x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch imagine #scarlet witch x reader #yelena x reader x wanda #wanda x reader #marvel cinematic universe #marvel imagine #mcu imagine #MCU fanfiction #MCU fic #reader imagine #reader insert

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🎈 🎉 🥳 🎂 HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈

🌲 tree - 4'11 (I know im short lol), brown wavy hair and eyes ) Got a few tattoos. Anxious, caring, friendly, clumsy (I bruise easily lol) and chatty. Bit of a bohemian love vintage and retro. Love history and reading. Animal lover.

My fandoms are

Moonknight

Marvel

Star wars

Harry Potter

Thank you! Firstly I ship you with Marc! 💙

He likes hearing you talk of history whether with Steven or by yourself but the way you were passionate about it made his heart swell

He grew fascinated with the retro cameras you collected over the years as well as every vintage item you had and started collecting his own items

He liked how much shorter you were than him always making a joke when he would get the chance but also that he would bend down to kiss you always smiling at how tiny you looked standing under him

Despite not being a big reader himself he loved to hear you read no matter what it was or how long he always felt safe hearing you calmly read even helping him sleep whenever he couldn't

He also has a secret love for all your tattoos and every time you're asleep he just runs his fingers across each and every line on all of them then kisses them after

He wasn't a big animal person like you but he liked them well and soon he became a big one after the two of you adopted a yellow labrador retriever named Reggie who was a wonderful dog

He always had the thought in the back of the mind about your future together getting married and having a family despite how much he felt that he didn't deserve it but you reminded him that he was only human and deserved to be happy

Secondly I ship you with Clint Barton! 💜

He always had a weird found love of tattoos and the first time he saw each of your tattoos he just became mush on the ground and after being together for a couple of years the two of you would go and get matching ones together

He loved how passionate about animals you were even when you were younger always having a pet to take care of from dogs,cats,and hamsters to birds,guinea pigs,and rabbits then a couple of months after being together the two of you first got a black cat you named Blueberry and later on a german shepherd and husky mix you named Rex

He loved whenever you would dress in any of the vintage dresses and outfits you have collected some you've gotten from your grandmother from the 70's that made you look like you just walked out of a picture making him wonder how he was the one to have you with him

He never liked reading or the quiet but somehow you would have him read with you whenever you couldn't find anything else to do or just didn't go out anywhere and he grew it enjoy the quiet moments reading a book with you

He always makes a joke about how short you are even when you stare daggers into his soul for it every time

He is always taking pictures of you with one of the many cameras from a polaroid,canon AE-1, to a kodak,or finetta 88 always managing to get the best pictures of you smiling,sleeping,dancing,cooking,or kissing him

He would always stop what he was doing when you need to talk,be held,or do something to calm down when you're anxious about something no matter what it was or what you wanted to do or how long it took he would always do it to see you smile or be better again

He always listened to you ramble and talk about so many things in history from Egyptian rule,the Roman empire,The Aztec ruins in Mexico,or even big points in the world's history from Japan's occupation of Korea,the 2004 Indian ocean earthquake and tsunami,the 1989 earthquake that destroyed the bay bridge,or Hurricane Katrina

Third time is a charm I ship you with Luke Skywalker! 💚

He loved seeing you wear the old Jedi clothes and sing the old music that were sung by many different jedi including his father and Ben Kenobi years before either of you were born

He always stayed with you when you were anxious always taking you to the calmest places where all you could hear was the wind blowing through the trees and just walk in the lake feeling the water run by and see the animals in the woods from afar

He loved hearing you tell stories of the history of a lot of the planets and the history of the people of your home planet even stories of the Jedi and Sith he never heard before

He always smiled seeing you with animals from an ewok,bantha,and loth cat to a wookie,tauntaun,and dokma no matter where the two of you traveled to he would always see you holding and playing with some kind of animal native to the planet

He would always have his students talk to you,play with them,and have food with them when you were depressed and lonely knowing how much all of his students loved and adored you a lot of them seeing you as a mom to them which warmed your heart when they each told you on separate occasions

He never really makes fun of or teases you for being short but he does find it cute at the height difference between the two of you

He knew quite a few people who had tattoos but he never knew that they could be so beautiful and when he saw yours he just started and gently touched all of them while you smiled at his childlike curiosity of the art embedded in your body

And finally I ship you with Cedric Diggory! 💛

He always takes you to a small flower patch near a field miles away from Hogwarts and puts flowers in your hair when you feel depressed

He always finds your love for animals endearing and absolutely heart touching that you treated them exactly like you did humans no matter what

He was shocked at your tattoos but soon always kissed them and traced them when you showered together even getting matching ones for your anniversary of hummingbirds

When you were anxious he would hum piano music to you until you felt safe just laying in his arms with your head on his chest and head tucked under his chin rubbing your back

He always enjoys the fact that you were short that he could just look down and see you next to him holding on to his sleeve with your fingers and your head on his forearm

Whenever you talk about the history of Hogwarts,the houses,or your family he would just watch you for the whole time you talked about whatever it was that you'd ramble about

#moonknight x reader #clint barton x reader #star wars x reader #marc spector x reader #luke skywalker x reader #cedric diggory x reader #judgementdaysunshine's birthday celebration #judgementdaysunshine

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illyanapryde · 2 years

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Just me talking about how much I hate the MCU and how it’s ruining the comics because bla bla bla capitalism

One very major flaw of recent comics (I’m talking about the last decade-ish) is that, in hopes to benefit from the financial success of the MCU, comics began to change the personalities, looks, backstories, costumes, and aesthetics of their characters to match their MCU counterparts.

Before an MCU fan spouts some bullshit like “Well it shouldn’t matter because it’s still the same character and if you’re a true fan you should love them anyway,” I simply can’t help but struggle to enjoy seeing everything special about my favorite characters be retconned. It’s one thing when the MCU adapts my favorite characters and changes them beyond recognition, but at least I can live with that because I can simply not watch MCU content. It’s another thing when the MCU’s same shitty changes are made in the comics, effectively ruining that character.

A prime example is the terrible jokes. Before 2008, comics would mostly have little to no humor. And if/when they did, it would usually be the focus of the story (Deadpool’s entire character for example). But following the release of Iron Man, comics began to change to mimic MCU!Tony Stark’s silly little one liners that somehow gave Marvel Studios a blockbuster hit. What I’m about to say is just personal opinion, but I honest to god hate the “comedy” in the MCU. A couple movies pull it off by making it the focus of the movie (Thor: Ragnarok and Ant-Man 1+2), but for the most part, the inconsistent dry humor is awkward and boring. I didn’t realize this until The Batman, a movie that consistently maintains its dark aesthetic, came out and my mind was blowed by the cinematography. My best friend @gothictoxicc pointed out to me that that movie was so good because it didn’t ruin every dramatic scene with a dry joke that ruins the vibe. Anyways, I fucking hate that I can’t read a new Avengers comic without finding several random jokes that ruin the seriousness of the situation at hand.

Another example of an MCU fuckup that dripped into the comics is Wanda Maximoff. Oftentimes when a character is adapted to the MCU, their 616 version is subsequently drawn to look exactly like their MCU actor, despite that character clearly looking very differently for decades prior. Now if you’re an MCU fan you may be wondering why this is so frustrating for a comic fan, and I’ll tell you. It’s because of whitewashing and lightwashing. Wanda’s been around since the 1960’s and often has a distinct look (kinky/curly hair that’s either auburn or brown depending on the illustrator, and sometimes other ethnic features such as a hooked nose, tan skin, and dark eyes) yet once Elizabeth Olsen was cast in the role, Wanda began to be drawn like this in the comics. The erasure of Wanda’s ethnic features for the sake of pale skin, straight hair, and green eyes matters because Wanda is Romani. However now, her whitewashing is more easily excusable by MCU fans because “she looks white in the comics anyway.”

Side note for paragraph above: The same thing has happened with many other characters such as Natasha Romanoff, and although it’s not necessarily bigoted in any way to draw Nat like Scarlett Johansson in the comics, it does make me want to cry every time I see it.

While we’re on the subject of things that make me want to cry, let’s talk about Clint Barton. In the comics, he’s rocked a lot of funky (honestly the best adjective for them) and colorful costumes that make him stand out and look easily identifiable in comics. However, since the MCU is goddamn boring, they put Jeremy Renner in all black and called it a day. Following that, 616!Clint started dressing like a boring loser. I personally can never forgive the MCU for stripping Clint of his camp (I’ve never used that word but it feels right) outfits.

MCU influence changing the comics: Honorable mentions:

- The entire GoTG team being changed to fit their MCU counterparts in both looks and personalities. I’m talking Gamora, Peter Quill, Nebula, Groot, etc. Literally all of them.

- A younger Black Nick Fury was introduced to the comics following Samuel L. Jackson’s popularity in the MCU (which I have no problem with because who doesn’t love Samuel L. Jackson)

- Loki is now portrayed as morally grey rather than an evil little slut

- Magneto and the Maximoff twins suffered that atrocious retcon where they were revealed not to be Magneto’s children, nor to be mutants at all. This happened as a result of the dispute between Fox (daddy company of the x-men movies) and Marvel Studios over rights to the Maximoff twins, whose terms were unclear because Fox claimed rights to mutant characters while Marvel Studios claimed rights to Avengers characters, and the Maximoff twins were both. To simplify things, the twins had their origins changed in the comics so Fox wouldn’t be able to claim them. Ultimately, the two companies agreed that Marvel Studios could include both twins but had to kill one off, and Fox could include the twin that would be killed off.

#mcu fans i do think i’m better than you #my pussy is fatter and my brain is bigger #it’s simple facts

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Foreigner's God | m.m

Matt Murdock x avenger!OFC

Chapter twenty-four: The Avengers (Pt. 2)

Read previous part XXIII here ° masterlist

Summary: Team Cap comes to the rescue. Truths are revealed and in the wake of them, Eliza finds herself standing in the ruins of what had once been her life.

Warnings: ANGST

Other Characters: Team Cap, Foggy

a/n: I’m so incredibly sorry. That’s probably not how you expected this to go. You’re gonna be a bit angry at Eliza but you’re also gonna feel with her, hopefully. Stay strong, soldiers!

The sun was starting to rise in the far east, breaking through the dirty windows of the closed gym. “Okay, so, you know Hydra’s after me,” Eliza declared. “What else do you know?” She turned to her friend. “How did you even know where to look for me?”

Clint dropped his bow on the table. His eyebrows shot up. She wasn’t intentionally trying to sound hostile, she just did.

“This isn’t gonna work if you’re not ready to talk to me.”

“I’ve been retracing your steps ever since I left,” he stated. “I’ve been following your every move, so when I heard about what happened with Robert Pfeiffer and then after that, the Stark Party, I… I connected the dots. It wasn’t hard once I figured out who Pfeiffer really was.”

“So that’s it? You just knew?” She threw her hands up. “How is everyone suddenly better at this than I am?”

“I didn’t solve it, you did. You left the breadcrumbs, I picked them up.”

“But why?”

“'cause, we’re family. We always will be, even when we’re not on speaking terms.”

Eliza let out a prolonged sigh. Her hands searched for leverage on her hips. “What now?” she asked quietly. “What do we do now?”

“I don’t know, you tell me,” he said.

“Would I ask if I knew?”

“No, but your gut knows.”

“For the first time, it doesn’t. I’m at a loss here. I’m standing at the crossroads and I don’t know where to go.” She whimpered, “I need help, Clint. I really need your help. It’s not even funny at this point.”

“I think what you need are eight hours of sleep and a proper meal. You look like the corpse’s bride.”

“Very helpful, thank you.”

“I’m serious. When’s the last time you slept?”

She groaned. “Would you stop doing that!”

“Doing what?”

“All of you, criticizing my life choices. My life choices. It’s my life, my choices.”

“You make poor life choices,” Clint retorted.

“Oh, respectfully, fuck you, Clint!”

“Just because you added respectfully to that sentence doesn’t make it okay.”

“Yeah, well, you deserved it.”

“Can we calm down for a second?”

“I don’t want to calm down.”

“Maybe you should,” he said. “I’ve got something for you.”

“If it’s not Hydra on a stake, I don’t want your charity,” she said.

“Trust me, you’re gonna like this one.”

Matt jumped up at the slightest sound of footsteps. Three pairs of steel boots. One of the three intruders was smaller than the rest. They walked with determination. His fists shot up, towering over Eliza to protect her. Clint didn’t seem bothered.

“Someone’s here,” he told them.

Eliza reached for her gun. “Marvelous! You suck at giving gifts, Clint.”

“That’s true,” said the female voice from beyond the shadows. “Our first Christmas together, he gave me a pair of socks. In the wrong size.”

The weapon clanked against the table. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she cursed under her breath.

“You know, as fond as I am of going to the gym, this is a pathetic excuse for a safe house.”

“You know all about safe houses, don’t you?”

“Well, I haven’t come this far from Budapest for nothing.”

Moonlight fell on the redhead’s face. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief. She wore jeans and a leather jacket, though the piece of clothing was covered by a green vest. She had changed from the last time she saw her.

Eliza bit her cheek. “So this is real? I’m not dreaming or having hallucinations?”

“Nope,” the woman shook her head. “This is all real.”

Her fists clenched at her sides.

“Clint gave me a Hello Kitty keychain once,” another voice piped up in the distance. The suit with the star in the middle of his chest fit him like a glove. It was darker, much dirtier than the one he had worn last. Disheveled and in hiding. “Up to that point, I didn’t even know what Hello Kitty was.”

The third man scoffed. “You guys getting gifts from this guy?”

“Yeah, you don’t?”

“The only thing I’m getting is a headache.”

“He gives me those too,” said the woman.

Clint chuckled drily. “Very funny, guys,” he said, “but maybe you should say hello first before you start insulting me. Eliza is the one you haven’t seen in months, she deserves an explanation.”

She raised her eyebrows. He was onto something. Seeing those faces again threw her back several months. She remembered the day they stood face-to-face at the Berlin airport vividly. She remembered what it felt like to be so helpless, to see her family fall apart before her eyes. She remembered considering changing her mind, and she had for a moment. She considered going with them, maybe things wouldn’t have turned out this bad if she had. But all of this was over. She had no choice but to surrender to reality.

Eliza fell into Natasha’s arms almost instantly. Steve yelped in surprise when her bruising arms caught him too, squeezing his broad frame against her body. Sam was next, although she went a little easier on him.

Natasha met her eyes. “You look like hell,” she said.

“And you’re blonde,” Eliza retorted.

“I see you’ve still got your wits about you.”

“If the need arises.”

“Of course.”

“Where did you go, Natasha?”

She stepped forward. “Here and there. Lately though, Budapesht.”

“No, I mean, where did you go?” she emphasized the last word as if it would make more sense.

She frowned before slowly realizing, “A lot has happened over the past couple of weeks that has changed my view on the world. I see a lot of things clearer now.“

“How bad?”

“Little girls getting turned into assassins kind of bad.”

“Damn,” Eliza scoffed, “when it rains it pours, right?”

“Right.”

“Is that why you went blonde? Nervous breakdown?”

“Something like that, yeah.”

She nodded. “That’s valid, I suppose.”

Her eyes traveled to the tall man next to her friend. “What about you?” she asked. “Where did the great Captain America go?”

“Wakanda then Portugal,” Steve said. “And then back to Wakanda.”

“You know how he is?”

“Still frozen.”

“So why’d you go?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t want him to be alone.”

Eliza smiled softly back at him. “He’s in good hands,” she said.

“I know.” Even Steve couldn’t help the small smile that spread across his face. “I’m glad you’re okay, kid,” he said.

“I’m glad you’re okay, too.”

She turned to the third of the pack. “Sam,” she said.

“‘Sup,” the Falcon replied.

“What are you doing here? Out of all the people you could help, why me? I wasn’t exactly kind to you back in the day.”

“We met under exceptional circumstances. I heard a friend was in trouble, so I lunged out of that hotel room as fast as I could.”

“And where have you been the last couple of months?”

“Definitely not five-star hotels,” he joked. She tilted her head to the side. “But I’m fine,” he said. “Everything’s fine. My sister and nephews are fine. Nothing to worry about.”

“Okay, great. Five fugitives in a room. Five Avengers whose faces everyone knows and currently hates. That’s just awesome. Fucking fantastic!”

“We’re here to help,” Natasha said.

“So you know too? About Hydra?”

“When it comes to Hydra, I’m usually the first to know,” said Steve. “And I’m also the first to jump at a chance to ruin them. You know that, Liz. We would never let you down with something this serious.”

“I just want to know, did you plan this?” Eliza eyed them. “Did you plan to jump in and play the heroes again?”

Natasha shook her head. “We didn’t.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” She chose to believe her. She heaved a heavy breath. “Natasha, Steve, Sam, I want you to meet Matthew.” Eliza pointed at the man next to her. “He’s uh…”

“Blind,” Natasha finished.

He scoffed. “Daredevil,” he surprised himself with how easily he admitted that.

The three didn’t move a muscle.

“You helping her?” Something resembling resentment displayed in her eyes.

“I’m a friend.”

“I’m her closest friend.”

Eliza’s head snapped around. “Nat!”

“It’s nice meeting you, Matthew,” her voice dripped with venom.

Matt retracted his hand. She wasn’t going to shake it.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

The other two men took his hand. It seemed to be a Natasha problem that she didn’t like him, not a universal issue.

“This is Foggy,” he pointed to his friend sitting at the table.

“The other lawyer,” Steve said. “I’ve read a lot about you guys. Impressive work.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m from Brooklyn, so I know what it’s like to live among the underprivileged citizens of New York, and then try to fix as much injustice as you possibly can. That takes a lot of courage. Your hearts are set right. I’m Steve Rogers, by the way,” he introduced himself to the blond half of the twisted lawyer duo.

Eliza poked Foggy’s shoulder when he didn’t move. “Foggy?” she asked. His eyes stayed wide open, staring at the strangers in front of him. She poked him again. “Foggy, can you hear me? Foggy!” She even checked his pulse, but he was pretty much alive. “Earth to Foggy? Fog- hello?”

Clint cocked an eyebrow. “I think you broke him,” he said.

“I think he went into full system failure.”

“He’s glitching. You see that?” He pointed to his eyes.

“Huh,” she agreed. “Foggy?” Eliza tried again with the poking. “Fooooggyyyyy? Jesus. Has he been like this before?” she asked, the question directed to Matt who was confused and overwhelmed as well, but he managed to keep his feelings down. For her sake.

Clint waved his hand in front of his face. “Maybe it’s permanent brain damage from the fall,” he suggested.

“This is worse than the time he found out I’m Daredevil,” Matt told her.

“Oh, great. Maybe it is permanent brain damage after all,” she said.

“It’s not. His heartbeat and blood pressure are normal. His eyes are moving. He’s breathing. Everything’s fine.”

“He’s in shock, Matt.” She returned to stabbing Foggy with her finger. “He’s not even moving.”

“But physically, he’s healthy.”

Eliza deadpanned. “Can you smell brain damage, too?”

He glared back at her. “No, that exceeds my abilities,” he said.

Natasha stepped forward. “What exactly are your abilities?” she questioned.

“I have heightened senses,” Matt explained. “Hearing, smell, taste, and feeling. I can hear his heartbeat.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I can hear yours too. Right now, it’s beating pretty fast. I can tell that you don’t particularly like me,” he chuckled softly at the hitch of her breath, “But you’re trying to, for her sake.”

She snapped back at him, only loud enough for him to hear, “I’ve seen her get hurt by a lot of people, and I’ve almost lost her several times because of it. Hurt her,” she said, “and I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

Matt’s heart dropped into his stomach. “I… okay?” he swallowed the hard lump that had built up in his throat. Her threat was loud and clear and judging by her steady heartbeat, she wasn’t lying to him.

“I mean it. I don’t care if you’re blind. If you hurt her, I’m gonna make you wish that you were never born. Are we clear on that, Matthew?”

“Crystal,” he said.

“Good.”

Eliza was still trying to get Foggy to show any signs of life. “Foggy, can you hear me?” she asked, waving her hand in front of his face. “Can we reboot him? Is that a thing in humans?”

Clint simply reached out and slapped him across the face. He blinked out of his trance. “That’s Captain America,” he whispered, pointing at Steve. “And that’s the Falcon and Black Widow. They’re just… they’re here.”

“That’s why you spaced out?” she glared at him. “I thought you were having a nervous breakdown, Foggy!”

“They’re real,” he repeated. “It’s Captain America, Liz! I can’t stay calm when Steve freaking Rogers is standing in front of me.”

“Ugh, I hate you so much. Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

“So,” Clint decided to change the subject entirely, “Are we gonna stay here or find someplace else to stay?”

“Fogwell’s is the safest bet for now,” Matt stated. “If they managed to find us at Josie’s, they won’t hesitate to find my apartment. I, uh, I’m gonna head there and see if anyone knows about where Eliza is staying, get my suit, and once I made sure it’s safe to come back, I’ll come and get you. You guys good here?”

“I’m coming with you,” Clint decided.

“I’ll stay with her,” said Natasha.

“We’ll tag along,” Steve and Sam agreed on that.

“Great.”

“What? No, that’s a stupid plan,” Eliza argued. “Stop it! No one’s leaving.”

Matt sighed, propping his hands on his hips. “For once, Eliza, please do as you’re told.”

“No.” She stood stern, keeping him from leaving.

“I’m not gonna beg this time. Stay here.“

“You’re not in charge of me.”

“The only reason you’re still alive right now is that I threw myself on you to protect you from that grenade.”

“Can we not do this in front of everyone, please?” she said through gritted teeth. “You’re embarrassing me.”

He scoffed. Instead of acting on her plea, he turned on his heels and stormed out of one of the doors. She had no idea where it led, she simply followed him. They landed in the back alley of the gym, the sky tinted red due to the looming sunrise.

“Matt!” she called out. “Matt, hold on! Don’t walk away from me. Matthew, stop!” Finally, he stopped. “Talk to me, please.“

“Let me do this,” he said, back still turned to her. “Let me make sure you’re safe on my own and then we can talk.” He turned around. “I need you alive. You promised. You promised you won’t die on me.”

“And I intend to keep that promise, but I can’t just sit here and wait while you’re risking your life for me.”

“It’s not as deep as you think. I’m just making sure you’re safe. Nothing is gonna happen to me. You, on the other hand, are in danger every time you as much as step a foot outside. You’ve seen it happen at your apartment, you’ve seen it happen again tonight. This is gonna keep happening, you said it yourself, and one of these days I might not be able to protect you.”

Matt took a deep breath, wiping his exhausted face. “If you stay here, where no one can find you, I can make sure that you’re safe and taken care of. Right here is where you need to be while I make sure that nothing happens to you once we go out there,” he said. He waved his hands around, motioning to the whole wide world behind them. “I just want you to be okay, Eliza. That’s all I want.”

“I’m not your responsibility, I told you!” Eliza raised her voice. She did it because he did. They both bordered on desperate yelling, not sure where this fight was leading, and it took a heavy toll on them. “Not everyone is,” she said. “There is a fine line between protecting me and controlling me. You are about to completely miss the mark.”

“Well, you need someone to control you every once in a while.”

“Oh, come on!” She threw her head back. “This again?”

“It’s always gonna be this again because that’s just who you are. You’re reckless and don’t care about yourself, so I have to make these important decisions for you.”

“You are out of line here,” she ground her teeth.

Matt sighed. He rubbed his temples, smoothing out the wrinkles on his forehead only for them to return seconds later. “Your friends who are national fugitives came back here, risking their lives, just to help you. Why can’t you see that this is serious?” he said.

“I know that this is serious!” she bit back.

“Do you?”

“We’ve had the exact same fight before, remember?”

“The last time we did, I thought you finally listened to me. The only reason we’re having this fight again is because you didn’t listen again.”

“Oh, shut up! You think you know me, Matthew? Well, you don’t. At least not like this. And you don’t know my friends either. They came back because they’re my family and we’d risk everything for each other,” she said. “I would do the same for them in a heartbeat. In fact, I have. I have on multiple occasions. That’s what family does! They know Hydra better than anyone, that’s why they came back. They came back because we were outnumbered, not just to keep me safe. You’re not like them, Matt. You are so much different. Which is precisely my fucking point! You’re not made for this.”

“Why, because I’m not an Avenger like you?” Matt challenged.

“As a matter of fact, yes. You don’t have the training. You don’t know what it’s like to be part of a team like this. You’ve never fought the wars we have.“

“So I’m worth less than them, is that it? ‘Cause I don’t fight aliens or robots? ‘Cause I focus on Hell’s Kitchen and not the whole goddamn world? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“If Natasha were to do what I suggested to do, you wouldn’t act this way. Or Clint, or- or Steve. All of them. They said they’d come with me and you didn’t even say a word about their decision. With me though you’re suddenly so convinced something bad might happen and I won’t make it. For what? ‘Cause you think I’m not as good as them?”

“No,” she said.

“I don’t believe you.” He pouted. “This is the first time I can’t tell if you’re lying or not so I don’t believe you, Eliza. I can’t. Not when you’re like this.”

“The reason you are different isn’t because you’re weak. You’re not indestructible, Matt,” she insisted, “why don’t you get that? If you go home and Hydra is waiting for you at your doorstep, they don’t care if it’s me or you, they will hurt you to get to me. It’s not that I trust Nat or the others more than you. I know they can survive the impossible, I’ve seen them do it. You’re just a man in a mask. You could die. And if you die, I won’t be able to live with myself.”

“Everyone of the people inside this gym could die,” he said.

“And while that would hurt, we knew what we signed up for when we did. You didn’t sign up for this.” She reached out to touch his hand, but he shied away.

Matt shook his head. “I made a vow to protect this city. In front of God, in front of myself, in front of you… I won’t just stop now because you think I am ill-equipped for this; just because you think I’m not as good as your so-called family. The same people who left you, remember?”

His eyes resembled an impossible storm, one that couldn’t be tamed. “They left and you were a broken mess because of it. I was there, I still am. I’ve been with you through this whole ordeal. I’ve never once left your side. We leaned onto each other when we needed it most, and we decided to fight this battle together because we work. We just work, Eliza. We’re a team. You know I can handle myself. The way you’re treating me right now, it’s not fair. You’re being unreasonable for no fucking reason.”

If he would have had a flat surface around, he would have slapped it. The red hot anger radiated off of him, engulfing her in thick smoke, and she drove straight into a wall.

“I’m not saying you’re not as good,” Eliza cried out, “I’m saying you are far more vulnerable than those soldiers in there. You know that Matt, c’mon.” She inched closer, stroking his arms and shoulders gently. “The Avengers are a family. They left, yes, but not without reason. We fought, we had a fall-out, and that fall-out ended them up as fugitives. That wasn’t just their fault, it was mine too because I played along. They’re not to blame. From the beginning, we vowed that we’d take care of each other. We’d sacrifice everything for this family, and would sacrifice ourselves for each other any day, no questions asked.”

“I would sacrifice everything for you, too!” he said.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t. You’re playing with your life, a life that was semi-normal only a week ago. You didn’t grow up the way we did. You should value your life more because you have one outside of your night job. You’re a lawyer by day and vigilante by night. You have a rhythm, we don’t. This is our life. We don’t have anything to go back to. So when I say don’t put your life on the line just for me, I mean it. You have too much to lose.”

“Oh, so you just want me to stop caring? Be cold, emotionless, like none of this runs deeper than we’d like to believe?”

“Yes!”

“I can’t. That’s the only reason I’m even doing this in the first place. You. It’s always gonna be you.”

“That’s not true, Matt. Please tell me you don’t actually believe that.”

“You still don’t get it, do you?” The distance he put between them was brutal. “You acknowledge that your family would sacrifice everything for you because you’ve fought in wars together or some other pretentious bullshit,” he said, “but as soon as it is me or- or any other person that isn’t an Avenger, someone you haven’t signed a contract for, you feel like they can’t even find it in themselves to care about you. ‘Cause they’re not bound to you. You think that you don’t deserve people outside of this tight-knit circle you’ve built for yourself caring for you. You believe you’re broken beyond repair, and you won’t listen when someone tries to convince you otherwise. You, Eliza, think that you don’t matter and that’s why no one can ever fucking love you.”

“That’s because they can’t!”

“But I do! I love you!”

Her breathing came to a sudden halt. Eyelashes fluttering, her vision started to go hazy. She was conscious, though her heart beat out of her chest. It raced an impossible marathon against the needed blood supply to keep her alive. All the blood shot to her cheeks, leaving the rest of her body high and dry. Have I mentioned her lungs? They were malfunctioning. She couldn’t process the oxygen she breathed, so her body denied itself the much-needed air to breathe.

“People can love you,” he breathed. “They can love you because I do.”

She picked up her jaw off the floor. “What did you just say?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“I…” Matt cursed himself. He wanted to cry. She wasn’t supposed to find out this way. He said it out loud and suddenly, everything became way too real. His heartbeat was too loud in his ear, he couldn’t pick up on anything else. “Forget I said anything,” he breathed. “It’s not… I didn’t mean it.”

“You don’t love me?”

“No! I do, I just…” and he said it again. His mouth was faster than his brain could even comprehend what he spewed. “No, you’re right, I don’t. I don’t love you.”

Eliza swallowed. “What is it? You do or you don’t? You can’t have both.”

“What do you care?!” he snapped. “Why can’t you just tell me I got my hopes up for nothing so I can move on?”

“No, Matt, I…” she chewed on her bottom lip. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. “I… goddammit!”

This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.

His sightless eyes were empty, not a single expression to be seen on his beautiful face. It appeared as if he found closure. “I got my hopes up, didn’t I?” he said.

“Matt, I can’t…”

“Can’t what? Say it back? Love me back? What, Eliza, tell me! It can’t get any worse than this.”

She did the one thing she promised herself she wouldn’t do. “I can’t say it back because I don’t love you back,” she said. Even though the tears were threatening to fall, she stayed emotionless, for him, for herself, for preventing any more pain.

Matt nodded slowly, processing the words. He didn’t even attempt to listen to her heartbeat, too caught up in the sharp agony shooting through the left side of his chest, piercing his soul, to tell apart a lie from the truth.

“This always happens,” he murmured. “This always fucking happens. I fall for someone and as soon as I admit it to myself, everything just falls apart. You know, I thought you were different,” he scoffed, broken and teary-eyed. “What happened, what did I do wrong?”

“Nothing. You didn’t do anything. I just can’t… I can’t love you. Physically and emotionally, I can’t. The feelings I have don’t have anything to do with you. It’s me, it’s always me. Matt, I’m so sorry. This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Don’t,” he waved her off.

“Please, listen to me. Just because I don’t love you doesn’t mean we have to-“

“I said don’t!”

She flinched.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he said. “You warned me and I didn’t listen. That was my mistake. I would have appreciated it though if you had at least told me that you were just in it for the sex before I completely embarrassed myself in front of you.”

“Don’t do this,” she whispered. Her throat tightened. He heard the pain in her voice, yet he purposely ignored it. “I’m not like this, I would never use you just for sex. I mean, it was great sex, mind-blowing even, the best I ever had, but I would never lead you on just to keep that.”

“Isn’t that what you do with everyone you meet? You have sex with them and you drop them like they meant nothing to you. You fuck just to get the edge of. I mean, you’re an addict after all.”

She sneered. “I do not! And that’s not fair.”

“Am I wrong? You know what, I thought I’d be different for you. I thought I didn’t fit on that roster, but I guess I expected too much from you.”

“No! You are different, Matt! You’re not just some random guy I picked up to make the pain of existence go away. Please, you know that.”

“Am I different? Am I, really?”

“Of course, you are. You opened yourself up to me, so I opened myself up to you. You trusted me with your body and soul, and I trusted you because I knew from the beginning your insufferable ass was going to be the death of me. I still do. This is an emotional affair, it’s not just sex.”

“But you don’t have feelings for me.” He chuckled. “Yeah, that doesn’t make me feel better.”

She sighed, “I know, I’m sorry.”

“I should have known you were gonna screw with my head. It was my mistake I didn’t stop when I started developing feelings, but I think you knew I did, and yet you kept going. That’s fucked up. More fucked up than me pining for you ever since you first kissed me.”

“I didn’t know.”

“That’s a lie. I can tell ‘cause your heartbeat never changes when you’re talking to me, but it just did right now.”

“Matt, please-“

“Don’t tell me you’re sorry.”

Her breath shuddered. “I never wanted to hurt you. That’s the last thing I wanted.”

“You know what? Don’t bother,” he said. “I’m gonna check the apartment, see if it’s safe for you to come back. We solve this, we stop Hydra. We can work together, surely we can manage that. I’m gonna sleep on the couch for the time being, you can have the bed. Just as long as this takes. Once this is over, you’ll find a new apartment, I’ll go back to work and you can continue being you somewhere I won’t bother you. We won’t have to see each other again. No hard feelings.”

“Matt, no. Don’t do this.”

He turned around, not ready to face her reaction to the words he was about to utter. She stood there, trying her hardest to keep her heart from breaking, but the second he spoke, he shattered it into pieces.

“We’re done.”

As soon as he was around the corner, she toppled over with a gut-wrenching sob. He probably heard it, though once he was out of her sight, he didn’t turn back. He disappeared, taking her heart with him.

And it was all her fault.

She wiped her tears. This was neither the place nor the time to mourn a non-existent relationship. It was a situationship, at best. Friends with benefits, a sexual arrangement brought on by heavy trauma that connected them. It wasn’t real. Their feelings weren’t real. Except for the fact that they were real, at least to him. He loved her. The one thing she had ignored, his love for her, exploded in its bright colors before her eyes, surrounding his soul like a safety net. And she tore it apart, just like that, as if their time together had meant nothing but physical pleasure to her. She used him, that was how he felt, and he had every right to because she felt like she had, too.

Straightening her shoulders, she opened the back door and stepped back into the gym. Natasha, Steve, Clint, Sam, and Foggy conversed in the main room, their voices bouncing off the high walls. Her mind had long stopped functioning rationally. She functioned like a robot, denying herself to feeling the full extent of what had just happened. She had a job to do, and the people around her could help her achieve her deepest desire - destroy Hydra once and for all.

She entered the room. Foggy had his Captain America cards laid out on the table, letting him sign them with a pen he had in his jacket. “Oh, this one too. Can you make it out to Edward?” he asked. “He’s my dad and your biggest fan. Bigger than me.”

Steve chuckled. “Sure,” and he signed the card.

Her footsteps rang out. “You’re signing baseball cards?” All eyes turned on her. “Hydra just blew up half a block and you’re signing baseball cards?”

“Eliza, what happened?” Foggy asked almost immediately.

“I thought you took this seriously,” she said. “I thought… well, doesn’t matter what I thought. It never does.” She sucked up the snot that was threatening to run out of her nose.

“Where’s Matt?”

“He left.”

“He left? Where did he go?”

“I don’t know. I’m not the boss of him.”Eliza straightened her shoulders. The tension stiffened every last muscle traveling up her spine. “How did you know?” she asked then.

“Know what?” Clint asked.

“About Hydra, about this… I don’t believe that you followed my breadcrumbs ‘cause I didn’t leave any, and news footage isn’t enough to figure out something complex as this. So, I want to know how you knew and why you came back.”

The bad feeling she had before while Clint and Matt were talking, the one that grew stronger once the other three appeared, slowly made sense. Her fears possessed her. The bad feeling ate her alive, tearing hole after hole through her stomach, heart, and soul. She needed to know. She needed to understand what that looming dark cloud in the air meant.

Foggy blinked a few times, just to take a closer look at her distraught figure. “What happened out there?” he asked. “What did Matt say to you?”

“He said he was gonna check out the apartment and come back once it’s safe. But that wasn’t the question.” She turned to her friends. “I want an explanation. Before I tell you anything about tonight and the days before that, I need to know that you didn’t already know.”

The four exchanged a look. “Eliza,” Natasha began. “We didn’t know this was going to happen.”

“Then how did you know where to find me, hm? Was that just convenient? All four of you, fugitives from the law, suddenly here in Hell’s Kitchen the same night a grenade almost kills me.“

“I told you, I followed you,” Clint said.

“Yeah, but on what grounds?”

“Your safety.”

“You’re lying to me. I might not have super hearing, but my life is currently one of the biggest shitshows in existence and I’m so tired of having everybody lie to me to spare my feelings. I can tell something is up. I can feel it. So stop lying to me and please, just tell me the truth.”

Another look was shared. “Sit down, kid,” Steve eventually caved. He pulled out a chair for her.

“Shouldn’t we wait for Matt?” Foggy asked.

“I don’t think we’ll be seeing him anytime soon,” Eliza answered. Her voice ran cold.

He stared at her in absolute disbelief. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means he won’t be back anytime soon. Matt isn’t the issue here, your lies are.” She leaned forward on the table, shifting her weight to her forearms. Her eyes bore into Natasha, who seated herself in front of her. “Now tell me, why do I have such a bad feeling about this? What do you know?”

“What do you want to know?” Natasha challenged.

“Let’s start with how you knew I was in trouble, then maybe tell me how you got here.”

She and Clint exchanged a look. The latter nodded. “Tony called us,” she said. “He told us you were in trouble, so we came.”

The thin ice she had been on broke clear through at the single mention of the man’s name.

Eliza bit her lip. “Tony?” she questioned. “He called you?”

“We- no, I told him you would never listen if he told you to back down from this. This isn’t your nature. You always want all the answers, so backing down isn’t exactly your forte. Tony thought you’d leave it be. You didn’t. He called us the day you got caught in that butcher shop. From there on, we started talking regularly…”

Clint chimed in, “I followed you. I watched everything you did and evaluated how far you could get without us having to jump in,” he explained.

“When you teamed up with Daredevil,” Steve spoke up, “We thought you could handle this on your own. Even after the explosion at your apartment, you managed to get out of it unscathed. Clint said we still had time. Stark didn’t believe him. He said you’d get yourself killed just to solve this. Now, I’m the last person who would stop you from completely demolishing Hydra. When I heard they were back, I almost started a riot myself.”

“Barton here was just around the block when he heard the explosion. He texted us on your way here,” said Sam.

“And we decided this was the best time to jump in,” Natasha concluded. She was the one person she would always trust. She was her confidant, her partner, and her sister. She would put her life in her hands anytime.

The truth hurt though, and the betrayal made her skin go white. “What?” she choked out.

“Tony didn’t do all of this just to spite you, he wanted to protect you. He still does. He knows, once Hydra gets you, he won’t get you back. You won’t survive.”

“You talked to him?”

“Yes. He left us no choice, but for you, we’d do anything. You know that. I care about you,” she reached across the table, but the girl leaned back, almost disgusted by the display of affection. “I care about, Eliza,” she said. “I would never do anything to hurt you. We just couldn’t tell you sooner.”

She gritted her teeth. “How much has he told you?”

“We know,” Clint said.

“You know what?”

“Tony told us everything.”

“What they’re trying to say is, we know about your file and we know what Hydra wants,” Steve told her. Her eyes flicked to him. “He had to tell us. We had to know.”

Eliza remained quiet.

“Your father was the one who gave Stark the file two years ago. He told him to make sure you were okay, to hide the file, and make sure no one else would be able to find it. He told him to keep you safe from Hydra, which included you not knowing. Your father asked him to, he didn’t decide this all by himself.”

“You’re probably wondering when we found out,” it was Sam who stated, “He told us shortly before the Accords were put in place.”

Natasha once again tried to take her hand. “I’m sorry we kept this from you, Eliza,” she said. “We wanted to keep you safe.”

“Keep me safe,” her voice fell flat. “You wanted to keep me safe. Like my father wanted to keep me safe. Two years ago, not twenty. He started caring after he gave me away. Do you really think I would believe that my father came back to rat on the same organization he put me in when I was a kid, and give Tony my file?”

“Hydra got him,” she told her. “They got your father in search of you. He got out and brought the truth to Tony, knowing he’d always look after you.”

“So he is alive.”

“I’ve been keeping tabs on him. Hydra hasn’t found him yet, so he’s okay.”

“Okay,” she scoffed. “He is okay. That’s great. At least one of us is.”

“Eliza, please. Talk to us,” Clint pleaded.

“You knew about me. You all did and you didn’t think to tell me.” She shook her head. “I should have known. I should have known this was going to happen. Fuck!”

“Eliza-”

“The best part of my life was fake and none of you told me!”

The words cut Natasha like a sharp knife.

“I am fake,” she said. “My name, my identity, they’re all fake. The person I was born to be is in that file. A file that could have spared me so much pain…”

“And caused even more,” Steve argued.

“What does it matter? I would have known who I was instead of searching for myself through drugs and sex. I could have… it was never real. Us, the Avengers, it was all just pretense. Wow.” She ruffled her hair. “This is even more fucked up than the terrible scenarios I have conjured up in my mind. Congratulations,” she said. “You really did it this time.”

What, she didn’t clarify.

The chair scraped against the floor. Her heart locked like a door with several deadbolts, and without saying anything further, she got up and stormed out. She didn’t quite storm, to be fair, she simply turned around and walked out. She didn’t cry or scream, she was too tired for that, but she also couldn’t stay. She couldn’t stay with the people who raised her because it hurt to even breathe around them.

She found access to the building’s roof with ease. The cool summer night’s air hit her across the face. The city beneath her was loud again, streets burning with different lights, and for a moment, the world seemed ordinary and okay. Just for a moment, then everything came crashing back down on her.

Eliza sat down on the ledge, legs dangling over the abyss. The burning in her chest threatened to kill her. It would have been kinder than whatever it was that she felt. She hoped Matt was okay and he didn’t do anything stupid. But it was Matt, he would always do stupid things when he was angry. He would always let his anger out in the way he knew best, with his fists.

“We have a possible hostile threatening this mission and you want to engage her?” Nick Fury said as his team stood around the holographic round table. “Agent Romanoff, are you out of your goddamn mind?”

“I know what I’m getting myself into,” Natasha replied sternly. “That girl… she just needs help. She doesn’t know what she’s doing. She is me, Nick. I was like her once, lost and full of vengeance, but I got better thanks to Clint. He saved me, even though you told him to kill me if necessary. I’m glad he didn’t, so let me save that girl.”

“You’re forgetting something. She’s a powered individual. She could kill you with a flick of her wrist.”

“She won’t.”

“And how can you be so sure?”

“I just am.”

She sniffled. Natasha had faith in her from the beginning. Why did everything feel so useless all of the sudden? Like she didn’t deserve that faith anymore? She failed. She failed in more ways than once. A despicable human being, emotionally dull, someone just pretending to understand the human soul to divert attention from her battle with herself.

“My name is Natasha Romanoff. I used to be like you,” she said to the terrified girl standing before her, ashes and ruins around her, as well as dead bodies and blood on the floor. Her eyes glowed a bright red, her fingers wrapped in smoke. The knife in her head stayed eerily still. She was bloodthirsty, fueled by something she could never quite understand.

“I used to be like you, terrified and alone with the order to kill,” she said. “But I got out. I found a friend who helped me out, who refused to give up on me and he pulled me out of this hole I was in. He helped me get rid of the voices in my head telling me what to do. Years of conditioning washed down the drain thanks to my friend. I stopped and so can you. I know it’s scary,” she inched closer, “And you want nothing more than to jab that knife into my neck right now. I know because I’ve been there. But there is a way out of this. You can survive this. I can help you get better, gain control over your powers, and train you how to be a hero instead of whatever they taught you to be. You can do it. Just put the knife down, put your hands above your head and I will get you out of here.”

She got out, but at what price?

Mrs. Darcy once told her, “The world likes to display superhumans as loveless monsters. Just because you’re not human, you are incapable of human emotion. That’s not true. We can all love, superhuman or not. Love is what ultimately drives us to who we truly are. You are not loveless, Eliza. No one is.”

And while her words made sense, she couldn’t find it within herself to believe them. Not when everything around her lay in shambles because she couldn’t let curiosity stay curiosity, and she just had to break the heart of someone she cared about. A person who knew how to love would never do such a thing. Only loveless monsters would do that to someone.

She remembered the first time she picked up the syringe filled with liquid Oxy and set it to the crook of her elbow, sliding the needle into her vein and shooting the opioid into her blood system. The high she felt, the sudden numbness of her mind and body, the excitement of being totally free from everything - she had never been more happy or relaxed than the many times she had taken pills, shot up, or gotten high in any other capacity.

“You’ve got demons in your head, darling, and you need to exorcise them.”

The demons in her head were so much worse. She couldn’t exorcise them. Exorcising them would mean killing herself. She could if she wanted to. The urge was there, but fighting Hydra was a need stronger than her desire for death. At the moment, at least.

After this, she had nothing left. Natasha, Clint, Steve, and Sam all lied to her. They would leave again as soon as everything was over, back into hiding, and Matt was gone too, thanks to her. He would run as soon as Hydra was taken care of. He had to. She would have done the same in his position.

As Eliza drowned in her sorrows, Matt had his way of coping. His apartment was safe, Hydra was nowhere to be found, and the streets of Hell’s Kitchen were wiped clean due to the explosion at Josie’s. Except for the occasional perp trying his luck in robbing innocent people. That was when he struck.

He punched the young man senselessly after he attempted to steal from an elderly woman. His fists kept hitting his face until his bones were cracked and his skin bloody and swollen. He kicked his ribs, broke his arm, and tore at his leg. Matt threw punch after punch until the man passed out and he was gasping for oxygen. The anger and bitterness remained, even after dropping his victim off in front of the police station.

He could hear her soft cries from across the city. She was on the roof, not willing to jump, just thinking, and she was crying. The one sound he could make out of millions. Her crying broke his already fragile heart. He should be the one crying, instead, he felt for her, which caused the inevitable tears to clog his mind.

He stopped midway to Fogwell’s, pressing his back against the nearest wall and he sobbed. He sobbed without having her arms to hold him. He had gotten so used to her support, not having her around while he was in pain was the most terrible kind of torture.

Eliza wondered what he was doing, who he had found to beat up. There was no doubt in her mind he went out in his suit for the first time in a while just to let out his frustrations. She couldn’t blame him.

“Your friends are tearing each other to shreds,” Foggy said. She hadn’t even realized he had entered the door to the roof until he sat down next to her. “They’re blaming each other. Natasha and Clint fought about who was gonna check on you, but you know, the good friend I am, I told them they were behaving like idiots and that I was gonna make sure you won’t kill yourself.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m fine.”

“Is that why you’re crying?”

“Shut up.” She wiped her wet cheeks.

He stared up at the sky, counting the stars. The silence was comforting, better than having her feelings burn her alive. With Foggy there, she didn’t have to think so hard about the world. Usually, she would have found Matt in his position, but he wasn’t there and he probably wouldn’t be there again, not anymore.

Eliza looked up too, but only to stop the angry tears from flowing again. “Matt told me he loved me,” she admitted, and his name alone was enough to ignore her attempts and make her cry anyway.

“Damn,” Foggy said. “That went from zero to hundred really fast.”

“I didn’t say it back.”

“Oh.”

“I told him I can’t say it back because… I don’t love him.”

“Oh.” He couldn’t help but think, “This is my fault.”

“What do you mean?”

“I told him he had to be honest with you. I just didn’t think… I’m sorry.”

“No, this has nothing to do with you. I don’t think he wanted to say it, the words just slipped.”

“You still feel guilty because you broke his heart.”

“He said it was over.” Her teary eyes met his. “He told me it’s over and now he’s gone and I’m so worried something might happen to him. Or even worse, he might push himself so far, he hurts himself. Oh, God.”

Foggy wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his chest. She cried into his pink shirt. “And now my friends - my family - told me they lied to me and I just… I don’t know who I am anymore, or what to do. My life is in ruins. I lost everyone. I lost everyone I care about ‘cause of stupid lies.”

“You still have me,” he tried to cheer her up.

“It’s not the same! I need him.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.”

“God, I’m so stupid.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I don’t want to be angry anymore. I don’t want to feel like this. I just want my life back. I want Matt back.”

“Your friends, they love you,” Foggy stated. “And I know you’re angry at them, but they just wanted to help.”

“I know that, but…”

“You still feel betrayed.”

“I don’t think I can go back in there and work with them. I just can’t.”

“Okay, listen, I’m gonna give you some advice.”

Eliza sat up to look him in the eyes. “What’s that?”

“If Abba could come together after both of their divorces and make more music together, you can do this!” he said.

She chuckled. “Well, after that passionate speech I guess I have no choice.”

“Come on,” he got up and took her hand, “let’s get this over with.”

She allowed him to pull her back to her wobbly feet.

As the pair reentered the gym, the front door opened and Matt came in, his lip cracked and knuckles bloody. They stopped for a moment. Eliza took in his appearance and he tilted his head to listen to her heartbeat. Neither of them spoke.

She opened her mouth, “Are you-“

“I’m fine,” he cut her off.

She sighed. She really screwed this up.

“Eliza,” Natasha breathed a sigh of relief.

“Don’t,” she said. She stood in front of her friends, but all she saw were strangers. “I’m tired. I’m tired of holding grudges, so I forgive you, for what it’s worth. That doesn’t mean I’m gonna forget. But we’ve survived worse than this and we make a good team, for all I know. So, now that we’re all together again, we can work on finding Hydra.”

The four nodded.

“What did I miss?” Matt asked.

Eliza wasn’t going to answer, so Foggy took over. “They knew about her file. Tony sent them to watch over her,” he told him.

“What?”

“Yeah. I dealt with it. She’s fine now. Though maybe you should talk to her about-“

“Thank you, Foggy.”

He turned away.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.”

She placed her phone down in the middle of the table. “Does any of you still have a Stark phone at hand?” she asked.

Natasha was the most obvious choice. She pulled the device from her pocket. Eliza took it, transferring the blueprint to the other phone. She tipped it back. The blue lines printed the perfect outlay of the building on the blueprint; the hologram made it possible to move it around and make modifications as the model stood weightless in the air.

Foggy’s eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets. “This is so awesome!” he breathed.

She used one hand to spin the structure around. “I found this at one of Wilson Fisk’s shell companies. He works with Hydra.”

“Fisk?” Clint raised his eyebrows.

“You know him?”

“We might have had one or two encounters in the past. Crazy dude. Not to be underestimated.”

“Yeah,” Matt chuckled darkly, “that about sums it up.”

Natasha inspected the blueprint closer, using the many functions of the hologram to create a precise 3D model. “The White Room?” she questioned to clarify. Eliza nodded. “Looks like they modified it. Fits with what we already know, which isn’t a lot, but we know Hydra is trying to create more soldiers like you, Bucky and Wanda. This place would give them the perfect advantage.”

“Yeah, but I’m not sure if they’d use masking techniques to keep the facility invisible,” she said.

“Dreykov didn’t use it for the Red Room either. He chose to make it fly instead.”

“What?”

“Yeah, you asked where I’ve been. This is where.”

“I thought the Red Room was destroyed.”

“I thought so too, but I was wrong. It’s gone now though. I finished what I started.”

She hummed, spinning the architecture once again. She clicked on the first cube, a south entrance. “We need to figure out where this is,” she said. “No 3D model in the world can solve the mystery of its location. We have several laboratories in New York with the same building structure, but that’s not a reliable source.”

“Who’s to say it’s even in New York?” Clint added.

“Exactly. It could be anywhere. From Russia to the deserts of Australia. I mean, laboratories and medical facilities almost always look the same, no matter where you are. The material it’s made out of just varies from country to country.”

“I might know someone,” Sam said. All eyes turned on him. “I have a friend at the mayor’s office. Old army buddy of mine. He might be able to tell us if he’s heard of any buildings like this being built in New York. You know, since it’s documented.”

“You think so?” Eliza cocked an eyebrow. “We have limited shots, Sam. This needs to work.”

“It will. I know it will.”

“Fine, I’ll bite. What about our identities though? He knows what happened, he might snitch on you.”

“He owes me a favor. Trust me, Liz, this is gonna work.”

“You understand I can’t just take your word for it, right?”

Sam sighed. He looked at me. “You, Daredevil. Tell me, am I lying?”

“No,” Matt answered in a heartbeat. “He’s telling the truth.”

Eliza contemplated. The pros outweighed the cons. If there was even the slightest chance to get ahead of this, she had to take it. They were a team now, still outnumbered but way better equipped than in the beginning. It could work. Sam once was a soldier, he understood the importance of succeeding with missions better than anyone. And if he wasn’t lying, it had to be a good shot.

She nodded, “Alright, I’m in.”

“Me too,” Steve said.

“Me three,” said Clint.

“If everyone else is in, I don’t have a choice,” Natasha agreed only hesitantly.

Foggy raised his hand. “I’m in too,” he said.

“No,” the team said in unison.

He put his hand back down. “Okay.”

“Matt,” Eliza looked at him. His lip twitched in something she could only describe as pain. “Are you in?” she asked.

His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, then he bit down on it. She knew that look, the exasperated one, the one filled with anger and pure sadness. He was done. He drew the line under their relationship and it was over, just like that. Like they never even happened. Just because she couldn’t utter three single words, words she didn’t believe in and never had.

“I’m in,” he said eventually.

Sam clapped his hands together, “Alright, so we’re doing this.”

“I guess we are,” she murmured. “But if we get caught, know that I won’t hesitate to maneuver your ass five ways to Sunday.”

“Duly noted.”

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trashywormeateroffics · 2 years

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The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

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Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveller, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 37: Home bittersweet home.

She stood there, in the place she last stepped on. Confused, she started to look around the cliff. It was in the middle of nowhere. She wasn't sure, but she felt like it had happened. That she was back. Still, she needed to make sure.

Getting on a bus and telling the driver that she had lost all her money and cards, expecting him to take pity on her, which he did, she sat down and looked at her hands. They were shaking, so she tucked them in her pockets.

Once she reached more civilization, she decided to test her theory.

“Hi,” she said to a man in a newspaper stand. The man just gave a quick nod. “Do you have something about Marvel?”

“Many things girl, what would you like?” She gulped.

“A comic, please, any comic.”

The man looked at her strangely, but surely he wouldn't pass up an opportunity to sell his products. He grabbed the first comic of the pile and gave it to her. She looked at it.

“I am so sorry,” she said before beginning to run.

“Hey!” He called out. “Hey, come here you little shit!”

Once she was out of sight, she teleported to a park she knew all too well, where she sat down on the grass and began to flip through the pages.

She was back in her original universe, but she didn't remember how. She knew about Sigyn and the whole actually Asgardian thing, but she didn't remember much after she stormed into her room. She widened her eyes. Oh god, they would think she was kidnapped or worse… that she left them! They had no way of knowing where she was, or so she thought. She rubbed her temples and pinched the bridge of her nose. Everyone there was smart, even if the odds were not in her favor, they would come to the conclusion that she had gone back without intending to.

After a while of reading, she started to feel very tired, so she closed her eyes, just for five minutes.

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When she woke up, Y/N gasped. It was dark, probably the middle of the night. She must have been tired, she knew that the magic she used was very draining, especially when travelling that far.

She looked around. The park was empty, the streets were too, except for one car passing every few minutes. She yawned, she was still tired?

Rolling her eyes, she created a protective bubble around herself and went back to sleep.

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Standing in front of her old house made her heart more rotten. She suddenly felt so angry, so ruined, so used by life. Not seeing that place and not being able to was great for avoidance, yet now that she couldn't avoid it anymore, she realized how much it still hurt, how much she had been avoiding it.

Walking around it, it was empty, as a graveyard at night. The life that house once had was gone. She felt like burning it to the ground. But she didn't, not yet. She still had hope, she still believed she would feel better one day; but it all depended on one thing, them finding her.

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joansiefics · 2 years

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Hi! I hope you’re well and staying safe during these unpredictable times. I was wondering if I could request something? I was thinking of a plot that takes place on the raft after civil war. The reader is Clint Barton’s oldest daughter and is dating Steve. Ross decides to interrogate her for Steve and Bucky’s location and she gets really really hurt. Clint is freaking out and is in dad-protective-mode and just A LOT of angst please! Maybe some graphic violence if you’re okay with that? Thanks for considering my request!

Over and Over and Over Again

FATHER!CLINT BARTON X DAUGHTER READER

SUMMARY: You are Steve's girlfriend, so naturally Ross decides to interrogate you after the Civil War to find the location of Steve and Bucky. You get seriously hurt and Clint's protective dad side comes to the surface.

WARNINGS: Graphic Violence (slight choking, pinning down, cutting, punching, kicking), Belittling, Unconsciousness (not the reader), Mentions of Killing. (feel free to let me know if I missed any warnings)

A/N: I don’t really have anything to say... maybe except that I am starting with my book tomorrow. Here are some “spoilers” - Italian, Brothers, Sister, Mafia... I’m really, really, really excited to write it and for you guys to read along. Have a nice day :)

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You and Steve have had the conversation over and over and over again. The conversation about your safety for his vulnerability or vice versa. He told you time and time again that if it ever came to it, that you would rather fend for yourself than for him. Yet here you are… in a dimly lit room, with the only dim light coming from the light focused on the interrogation table and you, grey plastered walls that have brown spots where the paint has chipped off and a very ireful Thaddeus E. Ross standing by the door.

At first Ross had sat across from you asking the same question repeatedly. Just one question. And your answers for the question every. single. time… was silence, a shoulder shrug or an “I don’t know” and then a slap or a punch to the cheek or jaw would follow.

“Y/N, I have almost had it with you!” he yelled pushing away from his leaning position against the door frame.

“We’ve been in here for…” he check his watch “three hours!” “ Three hours!! And you haven’t given me anything useful yet!”

Another shoulder shrug.

Another punch.

“I’m going to ask you this one. more. time. Where the hell is Steve and Bucky?!” he leans over the table coming considerably close to your face, allowing you to count each lone moustache hair curling into his mouth.

“I’ve told you, I have no idea where they are and even if I did, why would I tell you?” There have been many occasions where Steve and Bucky saved your life and helped out in tough situations, so despite the conversations exchanged between you and Steve you would not cave and ruin their mission. Even if it meant you would end up injured.

He straightens his back and supports his weight with his hands still on the table. “I thought you would’ve caved by this time already, but I guess we’re doing this the hard way then.” he snarls, a fish-eating grin making home on his wrinkled face.

Though three hours were a lot for Ross and at that, an unsuccessful three hours, you found it quite helpful. Three hours were more than enough time for you to loosen the rope tied around wrists. You were grateful that they trusted their security enough to tie your hands with a braided hemp rope rather than metal handcuffs.

Ross walks to the door, turning around to look at you once again. “Last chance” he quirks an eyebrow at you and you want to slap the smug look off his face.

“Screw you Ross” you spit the blood out of your mouth onto the table in front of you.

Without any more words exchanged he takes the few final steps to the door and turns the knob. “You can have your fun now Jarrel” he peaks his head around the corner of the door and speaks to the guard who has been waiting outside the door for the entirety of the interrogation.

“What are the limits sir?” he asks.

“Just don’t kill her, we still need an answer” Ross carelessly shrugs.

“Okay, no worries. By the time I’m done, we’ll have all the answers to our questions even the unasked ones” he laughs.

“That’s good Jarrel” You watch as Ross leaves the room and slams the door behind him. Not waiting another second you quickly fiddle with the loosened rope to free your wrist and jump up from the chair, still on high alert of the voices echoing outside the interrogation room.

You run to the wall beside the door and take a few deep breaths – as slow as you possibly can in the given situation. Barely just able to calm your heart down you hear the doorknob turn and your breathing hitches. You stare the door down, waiting for it to open just the right amount to attack the guard, who’s name you've learned is Jarrel.

“What the - “ before he can utter anything else about your vacant seat, you jump onto him. Your arms wringing around his neck and your legs kicking wildly, hitting anything in the way.

“Get of me little girl!” he yells. Your one arm still holds tightly around his neck, while the other one goes to punch him square in the jaw over and over again.

“I. am. not. a. little. girl.” You seethe, accentuating each word with a punch.

The adrenaline coursing through your veins were slowly starting to wear off and the small amount of food and sleep you had gotten in the past couple days were catching up to you. Your punches were getting weaker, but you had to fight.

‘Fight for Steve. Fight for Bucky. Fight for dad. Fight for myself. Fight. Fight. Fight.’ You could only repeat the mantra for so long, but it gave you some encouragement. You didn’t even notice zoning out, but one swift, strategic movement from Jarrel, got you pinned to the floor in an immobile position. “Like I said… little girl”

Punches were raining down onto your body. Your jaw. Your ribs. Your stomach. Your arms. Anywhere he could hit. You were still struggling against his unfaltering grip, but to no use. You couldn’t give up.

‘Fight for Steve. Fight for Bucky. I can’t take this anymore Fight for dad. Fight for myself. Fight. Fig— I can’t!!'

‘“Maybe I’ve hit some sense into you now” he grabs the collar of shirt and pulls your upper body up from the ground. Your head was lolling in all the directions and you didn’t even try to execute his harsh instructions to look him in the eyes.

“Where are they?” he asks, staring holes into your skull. It takes every bit of energy form every fibre and every limb to muster up a few words, but you made sure to speak them clearly and lowly.

“I don’t freaking know” His hands let go of your collar, making your head collide with the cold floor. Jarrel gets up from his position, satisfied with the knowledge that you’re not capable of even taking a proper puff of air, and even less capable of getting up on your own two feet.

“Do you think this is some kind of game?” he breathlessly laughs.

“Let me reciprocate” he digs his hand into his left jean pocket, fishing out a pocketknife.

“Don’t worry, Ross instructed me not to kill you… that doesn’t mean I won’t come close though” You’ve stopped comprehending his words the moment he pinned you to the ground and you decide to give over, knowing it was useless to struggle against someone twice your size and five times (if not more) experienced than you.

He kneeled by you side again, flashing the blade in the dim light to evoke some horror and terror in you. But ironically you felt… nothing. You didn’t feel the cold floor through your shirt. You didn’t feel the bruises on your skin. You didn't feel fear. And you didn’t feel the pain as the blade made a small dent in your skin, just a small pressure.

“You might want to think twice about your actions before continuing” a deep, familiar voice snapped you out of the hazy daze you were in. You felt the cold floor. You felt the bruises. You felt trembling fear. And you definitely felt the incision in your skin, with small trickles of blood dripping from it. Jarrel didn’t get a chance to reply when a boot came in contact with the side of his head, catching him off guard.

“I swear I could kill you right here, right now for the things you did to my daughter. I should actually kill you right here.”

“Clint” the same deep voice, who belonged to Steve – now crouching beside you – warned.

“I know I promised not to kill him, but he hurt my daughter Steve!! Look at her! He hurt her and we weren’t here, so the least I can do is give him half a piece of what he deserves, because he actually deserves to be killed.” Clint sent more brutal kicks to Jarrel and Steve didn’t even protest any further. In the short time Jarrel’s been kicked, he’s gotten more damage done to his body than what you had done.

While Clint was delivering kick after kick, Steve slowly and gently helped you slouch against a wall and rubbed a hand up and down your arms to give you some comfort for the time being. “I was so worried about you sweetheart” he muttered, the sadness heavy in his thick Brooklyn accent. You gave him the best smile you could muster up, but it was barely a twitch of the lip, so you just rested your hand in his.

After your dad decided it was enough, he signalled for someone at the door to help him with Jarrel’s unconscious body. “Are you okay Y/N?!” he asked as soon as he joined you and Steve against the wall. You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

“We need to get her home Steve. And quickly, she’s beaten up pretty badly” Clint relays, brushing the strands of hair, stuck to your sweaty forehead, out of your face.

“I’ll go get everyone.” Steve offers

“You’ll be okay Y/N” Steve smiles a small smile towards you, gives you a peck on the head, pushes himself off the floor and brushes the dirt from his pants.

“Meet us at the Quinjet as soon as you guys can” with one last small smile he leaves you and your dad in the interrogation room. Feeling more relaxed by every passing second you opt to rest your head on Clint’s shoulder. He doesn’t say anything and at the moment you are grateful for the calming silence.

But the silence only lasts so long, when Clint speaks up “We should get to the Quinjet and get your injuries checked out” He slightly turns his body to yours and grabs you under your arms, keeping your limp and tired body from collapsing when he gets up. Once he’s fully standing, he hoists you up and supports you as you two make your way to the jet.

“Did you find Ross” you meekly croak, trying to stop from sputtering or swallow the blood in your mouth.

“No we didn’t, but I promise we will Pumpkin and when we do I will make sure to let him know how messed up he is and how he messed up, before I mess him up” the arm that is slung around your shoulder squeezes a bit tighter to show the sincerity of his words.

“Thank-“ you heave and start to cough uncontrollably. Black dots make themselves visible to your eyes and you are quickly deteriorating to a point where your entire body weight is supported by Clint. You lose your footing, but only to notice that you are being carried by Clint in a rush to what you can only guess is the Quinjet.

“Keep those eyes open for me Y/N. You can do it, just a few more minutes, then you can close them” The words from your dad’s mouth doesn’t exactly reach your ears, it is purely a mere, distant echo, that you can barely understand. The need to keep your eyes open is slowly, but surely being overpowered by the want to close them.

“Someone we need immediate assistance!” you presume Clint is yelling, but you can’t be sure.

“Put her on that gurney and start taking her top off!” Another person yells. ‘Was it Steve? Was it someone else?’

“Just a little longer Pumpkin.” A hand grabs yours and gives it a tight squeeze, before being replaced with another one – one you’re all to familiar with intertwining fingers and hugging tightly to your chest. “Your dad and I are gonna help you sweetheart. Don’t worry, just try and take deep breaths for us”

"Thank you"

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marvelsbanner · 3 years

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Part of a Team

Summary: Wanda is the newest Avengers recruit and she’s having a hard time finding her place in this new life- maybe she can find it in you?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x y/n, you

Warnings: Brief mention of death and blood, minor language (if you squint theres kind of compromising situations? nothing outright sexual)

Word Count: ~2700

A/N: Reblogs, likes, and comments are VERY much appreciated, all mistakes are my own! xx

**I don't own marvel and if I did Natasha would be alive**

Something was wrong. You were just in Strucker’s lab- just on the trail of one of the enhanced twins. The alarms were going off around you and your boots clanged on the metal floor- before you froze in your place, a red haze overtaking you and suddenly you were thrown into the daylight.

You felt tingles run through your veins and down your spine; your head throbbed. You felt vulnerable, seen. What the hell is going on-

You’re in the forest, you think. No- there are rocks. Big rocks-

Focus.

No, not rocks. Graves. Gravestones. Where the hell are you?

You drag your heavy feet over to the nearest, it takes a moment for your vision to focus.

Who’s grave? Who’s grave? Oh god. No no no- this, this can’t be-

Natasha Romanoff.

You felt like throwing up. This couldn’t be real. You dragged yourself to another stone situated nearby: Clint Barton. Beloved husband, father, and friend.

It felt like you couldn't breathe, you were just there with them. You were just there.

Your body jerks as cold hands grab your shoulders and spin your body to face them-

Steve.

You throw your arms around his neck, “STEVE! Oh god Steve! You’re okay- you’re.. cold” you feel something wet and sticky on your hand, pulling it back and seeing red. So much red.

“Steve..” you quickly stumble back, tripping in the process. It’s then you see- it’s too late. His body was grey and lifeless. He falls onto his knees and then collapses totally. You scream and scramble backwards, head hitting another gravestone in the process.

You turn to face it, to read another name of one of the team members you’ve come to call family- but it's not one of theirs. It’s yours.

It’s your name. A graveyard for the Avengers, Earth’s mightiest heroes.

Suddenly your body jolts and you take a sharp intake of breath- your ears are pounding. Everything hurts. But you see her- the enhanced. She’s looking at you with a look you can’t describe. It’s not fear, it’s not anger.. Pity? Empathy? You can’t look away from her, the glowing red eyes capturing you as their prey.

And then there was black.

A few weeks later and you’re back at the tower. Things have changed- the entire world has changed, really. The battle opened up new doors- literal new doors to new realms- that the world had previously thought impossible.

The team had expanded, with Steve’s friend Sam joining the team, as well as Vision, the synthezoid that helped the team to defeat Ultron.

There was also her.

Wanda Maximoff was one of the enhanced twins from Strucker’s experiments, you eventually learned. It was voluntary, but after learning about her backstory you think you would have done the same in her place.

She lost her brother- Pietro- in the battle and she took it hard. She didn’t come out of her room when she could help it. Clint was rather protective over her, maybe it was the fatherly figure coming out of him- maybe he was feeling guilt over being the one Pietro sacrificed himself to save. Either way, he was able to get her out of the room a few times and get her to eat. Vision also struck up a strange friendship with the girl- but then again, Vision was easy company, and rather empathetic for a synthezoid.

Everybody took a hit from when Wanda messed with their heads, some more than others.

You didn’t talk for a week.

Didn’t even talk with Clint’s kids when they wanted to play with you.

You didn’t hold it against her. She proved what a valuable asset she was to the team as she fought alongside the group. She did what she thought was right at the time, and that’s not something you could hold against anybody.

Ever since the Battle, Wanda has been staying in the Avengers facilities with the rest of the group, an official Avenger, but you could tell she was still uneasy around the team. She only talked when she was directly talked to and didn't come out of her room but for a few times a day for food and training, sometimes not even then.

And then there was you.

She seemed to avoid you like the plague. You weren’t even sure you two made eye contact for the entire first few weeks she was there.

At first you thought she just didn’t like you, that something about you rubbed her the wrong way, or something you had done had offended her.

But it was her eyes that gave it away- the same soft look that she gave you right after exploring the deepest and darkest parts of your mind that day at Strucker’s lab. She knew from the second it happened that she had hit a deep nerve, and she would continue to give you that damn look every time she thought you didn't notice her.

But you always did.

You couldn’t help it, the way you were drawn to her. She reminded you so much of yourself before joining the team, broken, and alone in your head. You wanted to know her. You wanted to be there for her, be someone to her, you didn’t want her to keep walking on eggshells around you.

And so, you told her.

You found her in the kitchen late one night. She was wearing flannel pajama bottoms and a garnet tank top with a plain gray robe overtop. Her hair was a mess, roughly shoved into a ponytail and her hands were cupped around a mug. She was blowing on what looked to be dandelion tea, and as you got closer the fragrant earthy smell confirmed your suspicions.

She looked adorable.

And slightly startled to find you alone with her.

“Evening” you said as a greeting as you made your way to the counter top.

She gave a tight-lipped half smile with a timid “Hi” before going back to blowing on her tea. She made a slight movement that looked like she was going to try to slip away before you continued,

“You did really well in training the other day. Cap can’t give you enough praise” you say, taking a seat on one of the counter barstools.

She looks puzzled for a moment over your attempt at small talk before getting out a “Thank you.”

You both stood there in silence for a moment, just looking at each other, feeling the air grow thicker with each second ticking by.

“I like the pajamas” you say with a small smirk. You yourself were still dressed for the day in your leather jacket and black jeans. You could have sworn you saw flush creep up her neck before she swallowed it down with a sip of her tea.

There was another silent moment as she gave you a quizzical look, “I don’t quite understand what’s happening here.” She says with a vague hand gesture to the space between them.

You gave a slight chuckle, it was very on-brand for Wanda to be straight to the point.

“Look, Wanda,” You rotated your body on the stool to face her more comfortably,

“I see the way you look at me when you think i’m not looking. You avoid me at any given opportunity, I actually think this has been the most words we’ve exchanged in your whole time living here.”

She raised her ducked head to look you in the eyes and gave a small shake to her head, “I don’t understand.”

You don’t break eye contact, but simply offer a small smile as you reply “I’m not afraid of you, Wanda. And I don’t hold anything from that day against you. All is forgiven, and I would like to move past that. I understand you believed everything you were doing was for the right reasons, and the only thing that it shows me is your dedication and loyalty to a greater cause. Even if it was the wrong one at the time.”

She looked shocked, to say the least. Her mouth slightly opening and closing as she pondered what to say in response.

“You all should be afraid of me. You see the chaos I’ve created and you think you know what I can do,” her voice caught before she continued, “But the truth is I don't even know what i'm capable of. I don’t belong here.” she says softly.

You give a sad smile before slipping off of the stool and moving closer to her.

“We all thought that, at one point or another. We’ve got a whole freak circus here, we’ve got more baggage than Delta flies in a year- that's, that's uh, an airline. My bad.” You elaborate after she gives you a puzzled look, holding back a smile at your stuttered explanation.

“Aaand I ruined the moment.” You give a small chuckle, before continuing “But my point still stands. Nobody belongs here more or less than anyone else. We’re all just here, that's the truth of the matter. We’re just a bunch of unlucky misfits trying to figure out how to work as a team. Just give it a try, and maybe you’ll find you fit in better than you imagined you would.”

At some point during your speech you had moved close enough to take her hand, and you look down at it now, blushing before going to move it away.

Before you could, she gives your hand a squeeze before moving in to place a gentle kiss against your cheek.

“Thank you, y/n.”

And with that she slips away to her room, leaving you alone with your racing heart and her lukewarm mug of tea.

The next morning you found yourself awake bright and early for another morning training session with Nat and Steve- but you had a guest this time.

“Wanda” you greeted, which she returned with a timid “Good morning.”

“I’m glad you could make it” you say, sincerely.

“I decided to take your advice.” She replies with the smallest smile pulling at her lips.

The two of you stood there for a moment, just taking each other in before Steve cleared his throat, “Alright, we should get started then. Wanda, I'll spar with you to start. Nat, you take y/n. Try not to kill each other, please.” He said with a humored smile.

You make your way towards the corner with Nat on your heels. She gives you a quizzical look with a raised brow, glancing between you and Wanda. You roll your eyes and shake your head, only responding with a pointed “Later,” before your legs sweep under hers and an arm wraps around her torso, flipping you both to the ground and landing with you on top of her.

“Using my own move against me, that’s a low blow y/n.” You both laugh, and you barely respond with a “I learned from the best” before she wraps a leg around your waist and grabs your wrists with one hand, flipping you over and pinning you to the ground. She winks and replies “Damn right you did.”

It went like that for another half an hour, the two of you going back and forth battling for the upper hand. Natasha was the one who had trained you since the beginning, and you could almost say you were near her equal now. Well, you could at least give her a run for her money in a spar.

The two of you were panting and glistening with sweat, cheeks flushed from the exercise when she gave you a mischievous wink and called out to the other two, “Hey grandpa, I think I’m done getting my ass kicked by y/n for the day. I want someone easy, come spar with me”

If looks could kill, the look you were giving her would have the assassin dead on the floor.

Steve only looked amused, grabbing a towel to wipe his own sweat as he responded “Bring it on, Romanoff. Try not to break anything, though. I’ve been told they want my bones for the Smithsonian” Nat rolled her eyes and gave a pointedly fake laugh before they made their way to the other side of the gym, leaving you and Wanda alone.

“Hi” you greeted. She responded with a small smile and a “Hi” in return.

She looked as though she were still catching her breath, the rise and fall of her chest was noticeably fast and her face was still adorned with a glisten of sweat and pretty pink flush.

The same flush you saw from her last night, standing in the kitchen with the dim light around her.

Oh God you were in deep now.

“Nat and I were just wrestling around, hand to hand combat kind of stuff, but I see you and Steve were boxing so it's up to you what you’d like to do.” you say quickly.

“Well.. I do have this,” She waves her hand to show her flicker of red powers “for missions, so I don’t think I really need that kind of training.” She says with a smirk, “But I admit, you seem like a good teacher. Maybe.. some basics?”

She was pushing it. Pushing at this, the same way you were pushing last night. Alright, maybe you could run with this.

You give her a teasing smile, “Alright then. We’ll start slowly. May I?” You ask, reaching out for her, but not quite touching.

“By all means” she says, and you can feel the familiar flush creeping up your neck again. You release a puff of breath and shake yourself out of your thoughts before stepping closer to Wanda, and in one fluid motion you had one leg behind hers, your left arm resting against her upper chest and your other at the small of her back, pushing her flush against yourself.

You could hear the small gasp she let out, smirking to yourself.

“This is a simple take down, easy to get out of, but good for beginning. Now i'm just gonna pull you down as slowly as I can-”

You bring her left leg out from under her and carefully let the two of you sink to the floor, leaving you straddled on top of her and pinning her arms to the ground. The air suddenly felt a lot warmer.

You meet her eyes, breath hitching as you feel her pulse quicken beneath your touch.

You clear your throat and begin again, “Like I said before, it’s easy to get out of, but you want to keep the element of surprise. Use your opponent's body weight against them, if you can twist your wrist to slip it out of their grip and use your hips to to flip-”

Before you could even finish she had you pinned beneath her, wind knocked out of you from the impact.

“Like that?” she said, looking down at you through hooded eyes, thick accent teasing- flirting?

You were suddenly very aware of your close proximity and compromising position- flush against each other with her hips straddling your waist; close enough to feel her rapid heartbeat.

“Yeah- that was- that was good” you sputtered out, barely able to hear yourself over the rapid beating of your own heart. Or maybe it was hers- you aren't sure you could tell the difference between up and down right now.

She gave a proud smirk and opened her mouth to say something before a certain synthezoid floated through the gym walls, clueless to the moment he was interrupting.

“Mr. Stark requests a team meeting and would like you to meet him in the conference room.” He said simply before turning and leaving through the wall again.

Wanda gave you a look that seemed to say we’ll finish this later and moved off of you. You missed the heat of her body immediately.

She offered you a hand up and you gladly took it, the two of you walking side by side in silence to the meeting, shoulders bumping and small smiles shared between you two as you think to yourself that maybe you could get used to this.

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noxnthea · 2 years

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Winterhawk ficlet: “But I’m supposed to be the witch in this relationship!” + Vampires + Marvel x DC crossover + eventual possible Clint/Bucky/Jason Todd wc 850 —

Clint steps into his house, tossing his keys in the general direction of their hook. A tiny purple puff of smoke, invisible to all but other magic users, ensures that the keys land exactly where he wants them. He shrugs out of his jacket, putting it next to Bucky’s. Nice. His boyfriend must already be here, though Clint coulda sworn he wasn’t gonna arrive until after dinner.

Not that he’s gonna complain about Bucky showing up early, it’s just that Clint’s really hungry. He was looking forward using his magic to reheat his leftover pizza to that perfect balance of crispy and melty goodness that he can never quite achieve via normal, human methods like microwaves or ovens. Even though Bucky’s just regular dude, not a speck of magic in him, Clint’s learned the hard way to never use magic in front of others if they might pick up on its effects.

“Hey babe,” he calls out. “Glad to see you’re using that key I gave you. You get off work early?”

Rather than an answer, there’s a crash from somewhere deep in the house.

Clint’s instantly on high alert. He puts his thumb to the ring on his middle finger, activating the sigils that give him access to his power stores. He walks through the kitchen, one hand in front of him. “...Babe?”

There’s another crash, then, a quiet ‘shit’, a pause, then, “In here!”

“In where?” Clint asks, concerned.

“Basement!”

Clint’s breath catches in his throat. Bucky shouldn’t know about the basement. It’s warded against sight and detection. Even Nat approved it, said her magic didn’t so much as itch when she came near it before he adapted the wards to recognize her. Fuck. “Don’t look in there,” he says hurriedly, sprinting for the stairs. “Everything in there is uh, a prop? It’s all, uh, parts of a play. Yeah, okay, you remember, I was a nerd in school, did ren fests and things and —”

He reaches the door to the basement, winces at the broken wards as he passes — he should have felt them break — slams it open. “I mean, not that ren fests are just for nerds, or that being nerdy is a bad thing, it’s just —”

His voice dies in his throat.

Bucky’s standing in the center of the room, one hand extended to his side, where a red flame flickers, swirling bright crimson smoke into the air. The other stretches forward, fingers flexed upwards, palm flat towards a man that’s bound to a chair against the wall.

Well, no, not a man — a vampire.

Silver chains wrap around his ankles and wrists, keeping him tied to the chair. Three crucifixes make up the back of the chair, and thick ropes anchor him in place. A vat of holy water is suspended in midair above him, poised and ready to drench his unruly hair and ruin his leather motorcycle jacket.

“Hey, Clint,” Bucky says. “Sorry, this was the closest warded and supplied place I could take him, and the silver in my car wasn’t holding up.”

“The silver in your car?” Clint echoes weakly. He blinks, rubs at his eyes. Yeah, nope, that’s his totally human, totally non-magic boyfriend trapping a vampire with what looks like a pretty damn powerful purification spell in progress.

The vampire jerks his head back, twisting his face so that he can spit the gag out of his mouth. It’s a pretty mouth, fangs aside. “Ren fests are totally for nerds,” he says. “I bet you both are regular attendees.”

Bucky sighs. “Sorry, thought I had that tighter.”

The vampire winks. “Looks like someone needs to practice on their knot work, though— ,” he flexes strong biceps against the ropes, then smirks, “— seems like you’ve got at least some practice tying people up.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “You’re relentless, Todd. I cannot wait until this spell goes through and you’ve got your gods-damned soul back. Maybe then you’ll be a little less annoying.”

He waves the hand that’s extended in front of him, and a flicker of red flies from the flame above his other palm, shooting towards the vamp.

Before it arrives, the vampire chuckles. “Oh, sweetheart. As if having a soul is gonna make me keep my mouth closed.” The flicker of red yanks on the gag, pressing it through his lips, behind his teeth. His chuckles continue, and there’s a glow in his eyes that makes one hell of a promise.

The red flicker flies back to rejoin the flame over Bucky’s palm. It’s an effortless display of strength: one spell cast in the middle of at least two others, the animation of two inanimate objects, multiple targets held in concentration at the same time. Gods, the level of focus required alone — Clint hasn’t seen anyone this strong since, well, himself.

Holy shit, and Clint thought Bucky was attractive before? He shifts on his feet at the sudden discomfort in his jeans. He steps forward, letting the door to the basement swing closed.

“But,” he says, mind still skipping like a broken record, “I’m supposed to be the witch in this relationship.”

“Yeah,” Bucky says, “about that.”

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Ficlet two of @ladyladylady1's birthday week!

#winterhawk #established winterhawk #:flaming elmo gif:#all aboard the marvel x dc crossover train #thanks tpr for converting us all #i just smashed like ten magic/supernatural/witch/paranormal lores together in one fic #*nervous laughter*#it's fine it makes sense #marvel x dc #jason todd #clint barton #bucky barnes #LADY I LOVE YOU HERE ARE SOME MORE OF YOUR FAVORITE THINGS #my fic

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Another One Bites The Dust

Summary: Another one of Tony's infamous parties ends with Tony urging the newer members of the Avengers into seeing who was worthy enough to lifting Thor's hammer. No one could have expected the measly girlfriend of Loki Laufeyson would have been worthy enough to lift the hammer. Not even Thor would have expected such an information.

Warning: A few curse words. Fluff. Crack!Fic? Overused Marvel Trope. Spelling and Grammar mistakes cuz English isn’t my first language. Not Beta’d. All mistakes are my own. Characters: Unnamed Female Character (reader insert?) x Loki Laufeyson; The rest of the Avengers. Words: 1,518 A/N: I--I really don’t know how, but too much Soju while writing isn’t a good thing. At all.

One of the few things Y/N could never get used to are Tony Stark's lavish parties. Faces, both new and old were overwhelming at times. But the very idea of forgetting about the burden of their profession as well as having to socialize with people of different walks of life brought a new view in her mundane life. It also didn't hurt to have her boyfriend talking to people instead of being the anti-social individual that he is always deemed to be.

But one of the favorite things she could say about the parties were when everyone was gone and the only people left were the team. To be able to let loose and just stopped worrying about work for once. No alien invasions, supremacist, or terrorist to hinder in their down time.

"Why do we have to do this again?" Clint groaned as everyone settled in their seats.

She finds herself settled on Loki's lap, hands intertwined and her back resting against his chest. Moments like this, even at the craziness of the people around them, their silence together means the most for her and she loved it, love this kinds of PDA that he had been more open to show--even for just the team at the very least.

"What are we doing again?" She asked, eyed as Thor placed his Mjölnir on the coffee table for everyone to see.

"Think of this as seeing everyone's potential. Who is worthy of being on the team." Tony explained, everyone responding with a resounding scoff. "Let's see if the new recruits could lift the hammer--which I still think is rigged."

She could hear Loki chuckle, the idea of anyone else besides Thor lifting the hammer was almost impossible. Loki had explained about the countless of warriors of Asgard that had dared to wield the hammer, but everyone failing.

"Okay, so Bird Man, Metal Arms, the Kid, and Y/N." Tony enumerates. "Let's see if you four could lift it up."

"I really think this isn't a good idea, Mr. Stark." Peter had pointed out but Sam was quick to stand up and hold onto the handle.

For the next half an hour, she had watched Sam try his best to lift the hammer but to no avail did not move even a fraction of a centimeter. It a lot out of the man to finally relent and agree with Tony that the hammer was rigged. Just as long as Sam had tried pulling the hammer, Bucky took shorter, standing only to tug at the hammer and seeing he couldn't even lift the hammer immediately admits defeat.

"You can go ahead, Ms. L/N." Peter insists.

She stared at her boyfriend for a moment, instead of the annoyance she was used to expecting from the man, in front of her was eyes of curiosity. Dilated green eyes wide as his tongue peaked through his teeth. With the rest of the team egging her own, she finally leaves the comfort of Loki's lap and make her way towards the coffee table where the hammer rested.

"Don't worry if you can't lift it, we won't be surprised judging by your choice in men." Tony pointed out.

She had rolled her eyes, there had been a handful of reasons why the first few months of their relationship was hidden to the team. Tony Stark was one of the biggest and most annoying reason.

Taking a deep breath and downing the rest of her drink, she had placed the glass just besides the hammer and immediately felt the spark of power from the weapon. Had anyone noticed it, she was yet to decide as everyone else seemed more amused with their own things. But Loki, he had his attention focused solely on her.

"So what do I get if I lift this?" she teased one hand finally holding onto the handle and the surge of electricity only made her let go.

"If you can lift that, then I'd buy you a new car and you'd probably rule Asgard among other things." Tony snorts.

Taking a deep breath, she held the handle now with both of her hands and with all the strength she had she lifted the hammer and landed straight on her back with the hammer resting on her chest like it weighed nothing. Loki and Thor were quick to make their way towards her. Everyone now laid silence in a mix of confusion and shock about what had just happened.

"Y/N!" Loki was both amused and worried for her well being especially with such a weapon in her hands, while Thor stood almost lifeless besides him as she had now stood back up, with the hammer still at hand.

"I think I've overestimated myself." she tried to brush of the embarrassment of landing on her back as her attention was now focused on the hammer. It was light as a feather in her hands and it made no sense to her now how Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes were incapable of lifting up the hammer.

"I knew Point Break had hots for you." Tony was the first to point out. "He probably programmed that thing for you too." He continued.

With a roll of her eyes, she had signaled for Peter to come forward and much as the protest of the two brothers, handed the hammer to the kid. Everyone in silence for the fraction of a second the spider boy could lift the hammer, before crashing face first onto the floor leaving even Tony speechless and now eating his words.

"So, do I get to pick the car?" she teased earning an eye roll from Tony, but relented as he called for FRIDAY for further assistance.

Everyone slowly headed back to their own rooms one by one, leaving the two Asgardians and Y/N alone. The hammer now once again in her grasp, a smile resting on her lips at the weapon accepting her as someone worthy enough to carry it.

"Only thing left is marry Loki and now we can rule Asgard together." she teased earning a snicker from Loki and Thor rolling his eyes at the thought. Now taking the hammer away from her hands, she was left to pout at the man and his killjoy antics.

"I still cannot understand for the life of me how this is possible." Thor muttered before excusing himself to retreat to his own room for the night.

"You've annoyed the oaf and hurt his pride in one night, I'm impressed, Y/N." Loki smirked, pulling her right back into his lap, in the same position they had been throughout the party. Hands held each others and the mix of coldness of his chest soothed her more than anything.

"You're a bad influence." she teased leaning back until her head now rested on his shoulders. "But does this change anything about me--about us?" she asked, now wondering what this would mean for her.

"I don't believe it would." he responds kissing their intertwined hands.

"But I don't feel like I'm worthy." she points out. "I just joined the Avengers, and I'm not anyone's favorite cause I'd like to spend my time with you instead of them."

"That makes you more worthy." he explained. "For the life of me don't really care about being anyone's favorite but yours and I'm fine with that. I can live with that thought for an entire eon and I'll be alright with it. Happy as well."

Silence had once again lingered in the two of them. It brought back the reason why she loved being with Loki. He understood her in a way no one else did. He always considered her feelings but always tell the truth no matter what the cost may be for their relationship. He was the God of Mischief to her, but never had his silver tongue and his lies make their way towards her and she was happy for it. He was never one to make a fool of her nor did a lie of any kind linger on any of their conversation.

"I love you, Loki Laufeyson." she whispered now turning herself so she now faced him. Arms now wrapped around his neck and her face nuzzled onto the crook of his neck.

"I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N." he whispered, hands rested on the curves of her waist pulling her even closer to him in the embrace.

'NO FUCKING IN THE COMMON AREA.'

The disembodied sound of Tony's voice immediately had the two of them pulling away from each other and glaring at the cameras both of them were certain Tony was watching them in.

"Still have the prank ready?" she asked finally get back to her heat, the mood ruined.

"Ready as it will ever be, Love." he muttered standing back up himself.

"As soon as I get the car from Stark, we can mess up the rest of his car." she smirked pulling the man with her back to their own room, the planned already in motion. Tony shouldn't have annoyed her as much as he did for the entirety of the night.

#Loki imagines #loki laufeyson x you #loki x reader #loki laufeyson imagine #loki laufeyson imagines #loki laufeyson x reader #loki oneshot #loki laufeyson oneshot

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 2 years

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Hello :D I was venting (on my blog) about how much I dislike Thor's new trailer but I caught the attention of a person who think we all hate the Loki serie because we don't understand character growth and so on, so now I'm in need of like-minded persons!

Well, I don't like that trailer, lol, that much is obvious. The main reason is because that trailer shows us again the double standard in the treatment of Thor and Loki, and I really can't stand this anymore. Thor, as a character, can grow, or change, or try to find himself for the umpteenth time, and the audience will root for him no matter what because he is always framed as an hero (with the brief exception of Endgame, but even in that movie he ended up more powerful than before); his powers increase in every movie he's in and he get beautiful outfits, too; while Loki... well, do I have to say it?!

Besides, I hate the queerbaiting in the interactions between Thor and Peter Quill. I hate it because there is really *no need* for Thor to have a queer subtext, because I didn't want to see yet another joke about two men that talk about love and expecially because Waititi can do good and actual queer representation when he wants to, so really, I'm fed up with all these things...

There, I said it, and I apologize if I bothered you, today I'm full of Thor feelings!

Hey no need to apologize at all! You never bother me 😉

It's the main issue with Marvel in the recent years, if they presented a hero-coded character and a villain-coded character performing the exact same action people would judge them differently on the basis that the good guys are always good no matter what they do and the villains are just evil and their intentions don't matter.

So when Thor goes to Jotunheim and starts a war with them the fans will tell you he's redeemed the moment he's banished and he falls in love with a mortal. However Loki can have a mental breakdown, can be under the influence of the Mind Stone, can perform heroic acts (save Thor and Jane in Svartalfheim, save the Asgardians' lives in Ragnarok, sacrifice his own life to save Thor's) and none of that matters because only the NYC invasion defines him.

And if this was only the fans judging two people differently it would be bad but we could live with it, the problem is the studio buys into that crap and even encourages it. If we had Thor in the TVA and Sif started kicking him and punching him for the battle in Jotunheim... how many fans would be outraged? Marvel knows very well what characters they can victim blame and what characters are allowed to be and do whatever they want - Clint can burn the Ronin suit and all is forgotten, Stark can hug Spidey in EG and they will forget he recruited him when he was 14yo... but Bucky has to make amends and he's blamed not one or two times but constantly by the narrative, and they think it's fair.

I slightly disagree on one thing though. Thor gets all the flashy suits and the powers and he's hero-coded so people tend to forget his mistakes, but arc-wise they have completely destroyed him. He was 100% ooc in Ragnarok, he returned in IW but EG ruined him again, and judging by the new teaser it seems they're going to continue with this new Thor (I even read a comment today from someone who claimed Taika has said Love and Thunder is even "funnier" than Ragnarok 🙄).

I would love to be wrong and hey, if the new movie is good then I'll be the happiest girl on Earth but I do have my concerns. And I know everyone has interpreted that scene with Quill as queerbaiting but I don't see it (granted, I never notice these things, it's like they fly over my head for some reason so don't mind me lol).

#Thor our beloved

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widowsofchaos · 3 years

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ill wind

summary: A drunken one-night stand takes a turn. pairings: dark!Wanda x black!reader x dark!Natasha warnings: (malevolent advantage of alcohol consumption, power manipulation, dub non-con/smut) I hope ya’ll enjoy! <3 ao3 a/n: Written for @that-damn-girl ‘s PRIDE challenge. Chose a scenario prompt “drunken one night stand” with my two of my fav marvel women. Many apologies for being rusty at my writing! Beta: by the beautiful @imanuglywombat Thank you, Laura for being such a great friend & for proof-reading! Thank you for the amazing commentary, you’ve been such a huge help on this fic! Xoxo psa: I had to repost this story again due to the original post being reported by tumblr for adult content, so here it is once again! Also, a big thanks to everyone liking this fic, I didn’t realize it would be a fan favorite until I kept getting tagged by other writers’ answering asks of readers asking about it! It means a lot, thank you!!

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A surge of throbbing pain hits your head.

Somber shades of yellow and white marinate into a dewy flourish; trying to break through your fluttering lids. Three hearts beating under smooth silk sheets, limbs entangled, a blooming migraine bestows your crown.

A cheeky god who’s shit-eating grin is flashing before your squinting eyes, you huffed. Serves me right, I guess, you mulled. The rowdy tyke biting more than she can chew.

Your hooded eyes sharply scan the bedroom, realization hits like a freight train – this isn’t your room. It’s familiar to memory, your mouth curves into a frown, you rub your eyes roughly. Trying to clear your vision, studying your surroundings thoroughly. Powering through blurry perception, your senses are a bit irregular, groggy.

You attempt to twist your body, metal clanks against the skin of your back. Nerves frigid at the slender-shaped leather sensation, your breathing is shallow, your brain is driving into overdrive, grasping at the assumption that it’s a belt; the horizontal form, and the shape of metal is a big clue of it’s identification.

The slick leather sliding against the nape of your back, traveling against the slope of your lower spine, regarding the patterns of the buckle that grazed against your ass.

Peering out of your blurry haze, your moist skin recognizes the flood of body heat.

Overwhelmed by your flush state, your crown shifts down and you almost choke on your spit and you almost choke on your spit. On your right, lying peacefully on her back is the Slovakian witch herself, Wanda. On your left, her face half-smooshed in the pillow, the Russian beauty herself, Natasha.

Anxiety rolls off of you in waves. Naked, and satiated with pouty sleepy lips – yourself bare as the day you were born. Arm draped gracefully over her face, the twinkle of a glimmering rock adorning Wanda’s left palm mockingly winks at you.

Whining very lowly, you leisurely twist your head to face Nat, curled near her head was another shiny rock snickering at you. “Fuck.” You cringe. Biting the bullet, you navigate through the migraine, bent elbows dig into the mattress, lifting your head up, weak fingers grip the sheets to cover your indecency.

On the floor, spews of clothes are scattered – your Alice Cooper shirt, your lace black thong, your denim shorts, your strapless bra – along with other familiar articles of clothing. A red string thong, a pair of high-waisted blue panties, a black button clad blouse, a leather skirt, – it was an Armageddon of fabric.

As your brain fizzles to calculate your escape, a featherlight fingertip grazes and tickles your neck, you gasped at the intrusion. Your head snaps to your left, green orbs pierce through you, “Hey.”, it was sultry, yet raspy.

A twinge at your core – no, no, no – this can’t happen. Becoming a homewrecker isn’t on your bucket list. “Hey – um, I don’t fully remember–” You were stuttering, never have you lost your cool. “I – fuck.” Your eyes downcast from Natasha’s intense stare and shame seeping through your bones; a dark chuckle erupts from her.

“It’s okay.” She cuts you off, with her knuckles caressing your cheek. “No need to be worried – or scared”, a feral grin, all fangs. Your mouth gaps opened, and closed like a blubbering fish. “I’m so sorry, Nat.” A bit breathless, tears form in your eyes.

Your head running miles per hour, tongue thickened with sincerity – worried that you definitely ruined one of your best friendships.

“I shouldn’t be here.” Your fumes are running on auto-pilot. A coy flutter of her lashes, “Why are you sorry? You weren’t saying that last night.” Your chin wobbles, “Excuse me?” A devilish smirk dons her mouth, you can tell she’s entertained by your confusion.

Natasha’s calm stature, coolly lifting herself by the elbows to sit against the headboard, bare milky breasts bounce free from the blanket – it throws you for a loop.

“Whatever I said last night –” Your fidgety fingers grip your messy curls, seeking an ounce of control, “–I was drunk. I – can’t remember. I know I probably said some stupid shit.” You harshly bite your bottom lip, drawing some droplet of blood through split skin, “Not at all, miláčik.” A soft Slovakian timber looms behind you, your entire body stiffens.

French manicured nails graze your tender shoulder blade, weaving a hiss through your teeth. Crudely tracing red claw marks, a shiver crawls through your spine; Wanda stifles a chuckle. “No need to worry, Y/n.” A peck on your shoulder, you gasp, flinching a bit away from her lips.

“No, this is so wrong. I ruined everything – I – need to go.” You stutter, averting your teary gaze away from both women. Fumbling and shaky hands tugging off the sheets, embarrassment surges inside of you due to your bareness.

Covering your breasts with your arms in shame, a disappointed sigh can be heard, a whizz of mesmerizing magenta energy floats and surrounds you. Your brain becomes fuzzy – dizzy numbness infiltrates you. Brown orbs criss-cross, a force heaves on your chest, pushing your body forcefully against the mattress – an ungraceful huff escapes you.

“Oh miláčik, you’re not going anywhere.” Wanda whispers, her knuckles softly caressing your cheek. “I–” Your mouth gapes to speak but you are cut off, “Quiet.” Natasha sternly demands, trimmed brows pinch menacingly. Wanda’s slender fingers flicker hairs-away from your lips; muting you.

“Do I really need to refresh your memory? Or do you want Wanda to just show you?” Natasha pucker lips sporting a faded tint of pink – a hint of last night’s rendezvous. Something is different in their eyes now; something darker. It nerves you, a force is weighing on your chest slightly more — leaving you gasping a bit.

You nod your head in Wanda’s direction, peering through squinted glossy eyes. Wanda’s open palm waves over your face, a flared energy of fluid orchid pink and creamy white whisk in a blurry mix.

Transporting your subconscious through a tunnel of faded memories – a film reel of the past — neon rainbows of worldly splendor travel around you. Kaleidoscope splendor.

Through a murky veil, your airy presence arrives at the living area — Stark’s late night party from last night in full swing. You are befuddled yet amazed beyond belief. The scents of alcohol roars in your nostrils and the crisp clear cadence of your tipsy friends flow through your eardrums – goofing off, and chatting – you can feel the atmosphere differently on your skin.

The chilled air that flows from the open balcony imbibes your flesh, goosebumps littering your translucent skin in its wake; your breath hitches at the tingles soaring through your body.

The powerful gifts Wanda possesses never fails to impress you.

Nimble feet waltz through the hallway, reaching to the common area, it felt as if another unknown force was guiding you – searching for your past self. Assuming by this time of the party you were already impaired off your ass. Your silent steps were transparent, featherily light against the flooring; the cool sensation grazing your toes.

The cheers rising in volume, the coil of anxiety curling in the pit of your belly. Forcing yourself to cease your pace, nerves overriding. Afraid to face the truth – realization that you slipped. How easy of you fall into their bed, like a slithering snake. Tears formed at the brims of your eyes – wiping the droplets away by the back of your palms.

A push collided against your back, an ungraceful yelp escaped you as you toppled over – your entire form floating, twirling a bit. Wiggling legs falter mid-air, hovering over the ground; trying to find your bearings. A force guiding you towards the common area. The aroma of liquor tickles your nostrils and boisterous laughter rings in your ears.

Easily you found past you hanging off of Thor’s extended bicep – like a monkey climbing a damn oak tree. You attempted to face-palm yourself, but your hand went straight through your ghostly face. It was free reign to wonder about the compound.

Fascinated to just linger around, seemingly waiting for your own mistake to be replayed for you. In the corner, you see Sam and Clint chuckling like a couple of knuckle-heads at you trying to bounce off of Thor. It was odd, you felt like you were in the film Ghost.

Wandering among friends, they walk right through your invisible disembodied form. In the corner, you see Bucky and Steve smooching on the couch, stealing cheeky kisses – a bit tipsy chuckles from Thor’s ale.

Your drunken form catches your eye, incoherent words to Thor, Sam, and Clint --- most likely you’re telling them that you were gonna rest for a bit. You saw your past self flop ungracefully on the couch, your eyes wearily fluttering open and shut.

Two shadows peer upon your body and you almost choke on your own spit. Wanda and Natasha sat on both sides of you, petting your hair and caressing your cheeks. Delirious you were, you slurred a hello. You squinted darkly at Natasha’s palm – it was a flask in her grasp.

Taunting you with a shake, promising more alien ale, in exchange to ‘hang out with us’; Wanda’s fingertips grazing your temples, snickering lowly. You are frozen in your spot as if the soles of your feet grew roots planting in the flooring. Deceit. It was a simple trick dealt by your own hand, your own inebriation used against you.

For a millisecond, you feel it was your own fault – following the wolves in sheep’s clothing. Aided by the sneaky claws of Wanda, and Natasha; trolling towards the elevator. Your breathing is sharpening, choppy pants squeezed from your lungs. The walls of the living area began shaking as if an earthquake was occurring.

Your subconscious begins deteriorating piece by piece. Vibrations begin surging throughout your body and in a glimpse, you see every member of your team in a mid-frozen state.

But in a flash, you see Bucky and Steve grinning with toothy Cheshire Cat smiles – following the direction of their gaze, staring at Wanda and Natasha dragging you away. It gives you a weird uncertain vibe, making you shiver.

The walls of the compound begin to crumble upon you. Vibrations surge throughout your body, almost losing your balance on your toes. You hold onto yourself, hugging your head in your arms. An efflux of bursting colors blinds you, swirling and erupting upon you. A force pushing you through the familiar tunnel of mist.

Deafening white noise pound in your ears, as if you are breaking through the ocean surface – wheezing for air, a heavy weight crawling off your chest. The blurry veil clears, your vision sharpens to see Wanda and Natasha hovering over you, smiling like the cats that got the cream. “You tricked me,” You stammered, fuming with rage but a flailing thread of humiliation.

Wanda clicked her tongue, wagging her finger at you – scolding you like a child. “We didn’t trick you. You came willingly. Right, Nattie?” Wanda cooed to Natasha, dreamily gazing at her. Natasha hummed, “Indeed, Maxie. All we did was follow –” the tip of Natasha’s finger softly grazed Wanda’s chin upward, a slow turn back to you, “--- You lead the way.”

“I was fucking drunk. I don’t even remember shit! You took advantage of me!” You barked, green and hazy blue hues darken. Natasha’s palm grips your jaw, emanating an ow from you – a bruising touch.

“Would you like Wanda to give you a repeat of it? I must warn you –” She leaned forward, lips almost brushing yours, “–you were very loud, and wet.” Nat’s voice was laced with malice.

“No.” A muffled whine slip from puckered lips pinched between her fingers. “You know – we could just give her a demonstration.” Wanda purrs, delicate hands find your body; snagging the sheets off your body, Natasha groans at the sight of your bare breasts.

Bending forward Wanda’s pink tongue darts from her plump lips, licking long strides against your dewy skin. Starting at the navel, her tongue traveling up to the valley of your plush breasts.

Cowering thighs clench shut, “Nuh uh, none of that.” Wanda’s sing-song reprimand makes you twitch at the pit of your belly. A fiery carmine mist infiltrates the air, twirling presence swirls around your crotch, and thighs – the force snatches your legs spread eagle-wide.

“You have no clue how long we have wanted you, huh?” Natasha coos crudely as your thighs slowly lift upwards, slowly your thighs lifted upwards, your kneecaps coming to rest against your supple breasts.

“You’re soaked, miláčik.” Wanda’s body glides with smooth precision, downward like agile feline; legs dangle in the air, ankles locked. Comfortably tucked between your legs like it was her rightful reign. Inhaling your sweet tangy scent emanating from your glistening cunt, her pink tongue darting out to lick her bottom lip. Long strides stroking inside your wet folds, shamelessly delving between short-fuzz mound.

“Delicious. Like a peach.” Tip of her moist tongue, twirling on your clit, “Hmph – fuck.” Your eyes fluttered to the back of your skull. Natasha licks a trail of warm saliva from your lush breast to your baring neck.

Suckling on your pulse point, you gasp a breathy groan. Teeth nip and scrape the skin ravenously, baring her fangs --- resembling her infamous Araneae emblem.

Sweet kisses to your collarbone, teeth nibble at your brown nipples, tantalizing tugging on the sensitive flesh – red nails painfully scraping into your ass cheeks, whimpers slither pathetically from your lips. Mewls from Natasha, a click of her tongue, tsking you as if you were a cat, a mere pet to play with. Your lips form into a thin line, forbidding any involuntary moans to slip.

“Twah. Don’t hold back those sweet noises, baby.” Wanda lulling you, following with a salacious bite on your inner thigh, you yelp trailing into a pathetic moan as she licks against the mark. “We had you singing like a canary last night,” Natasha speaks huskily against your cheek, nibbling a bit. “You may be restraining, trying to be quiet. But you’re just one loud girl, just like your mind.” Natasha said lowly, your dazed eyes trying to concrete.

“Loud thoughts, and vivid fantasies.” Wanda’s lips pucker to suckle throbbing clit. You grunt, Natasha pinches your nipple — earning a squeal from you. It was painfully delicious — you can’t lie — your body definitely can’t hide the fact. “There you are, darling.” Natasha’s voice drips with husky lust, a second twist.

You yelp, your head tilts back and strains against the pillow — welcoming the sting whole-heartedly. Natasha cups your breast jiggling it a bit; flicks her tongue against the erected nipple and suckles it in her entire mouth. Your whole breast devoured, you hiss, peeking through your lashes — it was sinful how her pink saliva glossed lips engulf your tit.

How her tongue lapped at your nipple with such hunger. Worships you into the cave of her mouth. Her sneaky fingers snatch the other one — twisting and twirling mercilessly between her finger-tips. It’s sloppy, filthy, and fucking dirty — and wrong. You feel as if you could pass out. The soppy slurps from Natasha and the leg-shaky clit bites from Wanda were pushing over the edge.

You push your waist up and down, riding Wanda’s tongue; for a moment you lose yourself. Her hot tongue gliding between your velvet folds, how her tongue coats in your essence.

Wanda’s soft palms glide against the curves of your thighs, her nails scraping against the flesh. You jolt as she swats against your underthighs. Harsh painful slaps, as she eats you out. The heat of the slaps is scorching in your pores, adding salt to the wound — Wanda digs nails a bit more to relish in your squirming.

“Ow.” It’s small, but it’s heard. Wanda removes her lips from your pearl, you pitifully whine — frantically, you hoist your head to glare at her. A trail of white saliva connects from her bottom lip to your clit, she twirls her tongue in a languid twirl; collecting all of it.

Licks her upper lip, like a feline just drank the dairy. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” Wanda smacks your glistening cunt, a wicked snicker. You wail, it’s a tug of war for you. You don’t want to be here, getting eaten the day-lights out of you, and your tits suckled.

You need time to decompress on the fact, you had sex with two of your best friends — who are married. Who you had the biggest crushes on – but you can’t risk losing a full-fledged friendship over lust.

Two sets of slender fingers plunge inside you, snapping you out of your thoughts, as the pad of Wanda’s thumb rubs manic circle motions on your throbbing clit.

“Get out of your pretty head, miláčik.” Tears form at the brims of your eyes, shaking it no — you can’t risk losing this friendship. “Do you really think you can bypass a spy and a telepath?” Natasha’s voice was like a crackling fire, dragging you out of your conflicted thoughts.

“Did you think we wouldn’t see how you gaze at us, huh? All those thoughts swarming in there?” Her index gently taps the center of your forehead. It was difficult to fully concrete or even speak coherent words as Wanda was teasingly inserting her fingers in and out of your wet cavern; ceasing her thumb a bit.

Speechless — what could you say to that? “Worried on becoming a homewrecker?” You were stuttering a bit, you still needed space to adjust, what if this doesn’t work out, and you were stuck in the awkward middle? “I–I need some time —” Natasha’s eyes darken, refusing to accept your rejection. You didn’t even have the proper choice — you didn’t have a choice.

It was a drunken one — barely a choice filled with manipulation and trickery. “No.” She hisses, gripping your jaw, you whine lowly in your throat at her harsh grasp.

Without wavering her eyes from yours, as she steals a bruising kiss. Wanda’s eyes ignite to fiery red, hitting your sweet spot hard, and brutal. You shriek, trying to worm yourself from Wanda’s grasp — but no success. Wanda’s mist restricts and pins you against the bed, her jaw tightens and clicks.

“You can’t escape us. We want you just as bad as you want us.” Wanda’s viscous fingers split you open, squelching; not once allowing a second of adjusting. As if her powers were electric at the tips of her witchy fingers, you felt a zap inside you. Oh, how a wicked bulb lits upon her head. “I have an idea.” Wanda hums with an evil smirk, stopping her actions.

“I don’t even have to touch you to make you cum.” Wanda guides Natasha away from your aching body by the shoulder. Her slim fingers contort as she sits on her knees, red energy emits, and swirls from her hands.

Manipulating your senses, fire brewing at your nerve endings, unadulterated ecstasy brimming at the pores. Wails leave you like hymns, your lips forming into an O; eyes pinched shut as your back arches off the mattress.

Hissing through your teeth — it’s electric. Enthralling as you twitch under Wanda’s command. Jittery spasms as a coil at the pit of your belly began twirling bigger, and bigger. “She’s getting close. I can smell it on her.” Natasha whispers, her breasts heaving a bit from her chest swelling from excitement, her smug smile curling from her lips.

“I can feel her energy. It’s heavy and intoxicating.” Wanda’s head was in a haze, as she connected with your spirit, along with Natasha’s. A connection. To intertwine — but not for herself, with extra concentration, it is sizzling erotic as Natasha’s charka intertwine with Wanda’s as it chokes your inner essence.

Wanda’s fingers pinching in the air, weaving your life-force, your hips bucking into the air, as your impending orgasm is roaring — your pussy is swollen and soaking. Your soppy hole clenches and pulsates against an enigmatic fullness, Wanda exploring yet violating your cavern — touching against your moist walls, your clit throbbing and hot.

“Fuck — I — I need to c–cum!” Sputtering over your blubbering lips, a snarl rumbles in Wanda’s chest, as she hovered a bit by the knees, the power over three energies was carnal.

Natasha’s head tilts backward, her fiery hair curtaining her face, her baby-hairs sticking against her forehead from brewing sweat; pinching her nipples painfully between her fingertips, groping her breasts in the cups of her palms. “I need to feel her cunt against mine.” Her voice is hardened and desperate.

Natasha’s head snaps upward, staring directly at your sweltering face, the greenery in her pupils darken and dilate.

A growl seethes from Natasha’s wet lips, low and dangerous. Your muscles shake; pleasure engulfing your limbs, weakly trapped in this mystic force, forced to enjoy Wanda’s manipulation. Moving like rivers upon your skin, unraveling waves washing over you — suffocating, painfully sweet.

Despite Wanda taking unbridled control, ravaging your body as if she owns it, weaving pleasure from you as if she knows your body from the inside out, as if she knows every sweet-spot, and tick inside you for years — there is a layer of gentility. Impulsive, yet soft. A tender lover, a pinch to savor.

Groans, grunts, and high-pitched moans echo as corrupted sympathies and bounce against the wall pavements, ringing in your ears. Flushed cheeks, sepia skin now tinted with pinkish shades spreading throughout your body.

Bliss swelling and sealing in your limber legs, aching in the best possible way. Cattle-wails of desperation, a dribble of cum trails between your wet folds and between your cheeks hitting your puckered asshole.

Wanda’s witchy slender fingers fiddle, makeshift claws to create more pressure — releasing more telepathic vitality for Natasha and yourself to ride out your orgasms.

With a flicker of Wanda’s index finger – maneuvering to the form of a pistol – a trigger, a jolt of energy bolts at your navel. A bullet. You convulse, airy pants, your torso heaving with your thighs quaking in its tight hold.

A snap bursts within you, your eyes opening widely, translucent colors combust upon your vision — worldly satisfaction manifesting into reality. In unison, all three souls unleash guttural moans.

Wanda’s fingers tremble, sucking in breath through her teeth, her energy fading into thin air, retreating back into her palms. A sharp guttural groan spilt from Natasha, a skin-peeling frenzy; basking in the astral aura that is the Slovakian witch. Your thighs collapse down debilitating from your torso.

Almost falling like an empty sack, Natasha tries to steady her breathing, as she loses herself completely at the heightened senses of her orgasm. It was such a sight, heaving over, crooked elbows denting against the mattress — on all fours, her spine heaving upward as tremors convulsed.

Never have you ever seen Natasha lose her stature in all the years of knowing her, ever so the chilling demure nature — only in your wildest fantasies have you dreamt of Natasha torn at the seams.

At the corners of her jaw, was tinged pale pink upon a damp milky surface, with her glossy eyes, adding to the primal gaze. Zoned out, peering through her lashes, her eyes are feral. Unhinged, ready for the kill.

“Keep her legs open.” Natasha hisses, nostrils flaring. Wanda slithers away, wobbling a bit by her knee-caps. Humming with a knowing smirk at Natasha, licking her upper lip with her pink tongue – she knows what Natasha wants. “I want her mouth.” Wanda snickers, a glint of mischief at her eye. Hastening breath fans over your bare shoulder, from her button nose against your sculpted collarbone.

Choking a bit, gasping for a full breath to tame your heightened nerve endings; your mouth parted. Gulping back your dry throat.

Wanda clicks her tongue, her nimble fingers trace the lines of your lips. “Keep that mouth open, dove. I’m going to quench your thirst.” Sneaky mind-reader. Sultry thick accent spells you for a momentary lapse.

“Please, wait. Give me a momen — aggh!” A plea falling on deaf ears is strangled into a wanton cry. Your hands shake, hugging yourself against your chest, arms crossing; trying to comfort yourself.

A painful slap against your clit, over-sensitive and squirming. Heat blooming throughout your hooded clit. “I don’t think so. We’ll stop when we say, got it?” Natasha snipes.

A pregnant pause.

Smack.

“Understood?” Natasha barks again, with a vengeful clap of her hand — as if it possesses the power of a god, unmerciful; but worships you in the smooth rubs on the stinging flesh. Your lips parting into a moan, a few sniffles muffled — it’s whiny and pathetic.

“Don’t cry. We’ll make you feel good again. Don’t you want that?” Wanda’s lips hover over you, against your cheeks, her teeth slightly grazing against your skin. A bite at your inner thigh, a warning. Natasha’s more aggressive. Wild, impatient, and just savage to devour you, for you to comply with their demands.

“Yes. Just wait, I’m sensitive.” You needed a reprieve, a breather from the intense third-eye cosmic orgasm you just had a few minutes ago. “No time to waste.” Wanda perks, a soft kiss on your lips. The witch balances herself over your head, trapping your skull between her thighs. Above your lips was her peach-fuzz cunt, dripping and inviting.

A tiny voice at the back of your head informing you that this is beyond wrong, red flags and alarm bells ringing that the circumstances after this will be catastrophic.

Fingers sliding in your curls, glides open-palm against your head, “C’mon, dove. Open wide. We know you’ve dreamt of having a taste. Don’t be shy now. You weren’t last night.” Wanda’s clutch shifted into an iron grip, pain over-riding your humiliation.

“Loud, wet — very eager to please, to impress.” Natasha kept listing off how you acted in bed, closing your eyes shut in embarrassment. What if this is just a tryst? A mere game for a married couple to spice their sex life? Years worth of emotional baggage and scars begin surfacing to your murky mind. A good lay.

And when Wanda and Natasha are done with you without a second thought, using your body after a good late night and morning fuck, despite questionable undertones --- confusion.

Your body yearns for their touch, going against your better judgement; it’s best to sit down and discuss this like rational adults. Another part of you wants to claw at both of them, for lying to you. Using Thor’s ale against you to lure you to the lion’s den. What if after this, they don’t want you? A mind-game to throw you off. Fearing to lose a friendship over a momentary lapse of hot sex.

Restricting back burning tears, ‘very eager to please, to impress.’ That’s you, always ready to bend over to get people to like you — it even transcended into your sex life. Motivated by liquor and you lost yourself to lust and temptation, although these two used your drunk state against you. A humiliating sight you probably were.

“Get out of your head, miláčik.” You sigh, slowly opening your eyes. Your breath hitches, Wanda stares down at you with sympathetic hues. “We’re not going to throw you away. We’re not going anywhere.” Relenting her harsh grip, the pads of her fingers soothe the remaining ache.

“You’re ours.” Firm and demanding. Natasha spreads your weak legs open once again, positioning herself to sit interlocked with you. Natasha hums, “Don’t even think of leaving us. You know we’re capable of catching you. Chain you to the bed if we have to.” Her cunt against yours, clit to clit.

You can feel the wet slick that coated between her asscheeks, a slip n’ slide as her ass sprawled against your wet thigh. Her fingers clawing against your thigh to top it over her leg. Quaking a bit, a shiver crawls up your spine.

The insanity of it all, you just wanna hide away. “Be good, miláčik.” Wanda descends upon your face, her natural essence wafting deeply in your airways — flooding your senses. You shouldn’t be thriving off of this sex but it was hot and incredible.

Wanda comfortably situates herself as if she sits on a throne —- as if she owns you. Your protests are muffled into mumbles, as your lips wrap around her swollen snatch. Your nose nestled against her short curls, the tender skin was like silk against your palate.

A crude shift from Natasha’s waist, a strident thrust as she begins tribbing you, you are moaning against Wanda, herself shuddering as her hips sway up and down upon your cheeks.

Vulgar Russian curses heave from Wanda’s lips, high-pitched and transcending into orgasmic nirvana. Natasha is growling — slipping into Russian curses and wanton moans — taking what’s hers as she keeps riding herself on you. Sucking through your teeth, you nibble on Wanda’s clit, and tugging her slippery labia between sucked in lips.

Vociferous wails and whimpers, a cadence of sticky slick mixing from one cunt to another. A lubricant that was chafing against flesh. The lewd differences between these two women is clear as day.

Wanda is the bright sunny day and Natasha is the inky night. Soft is Wanda in shades and colors; with benevolent timbre. Amorous is Natasha but in darker tints, with a reserved mask; with raspy timbre. Both ravenous for control. The pinnacles of what many women strive to be with superior intellect, beauty, and brawns.

Being the gay bottom you are, it’s no surprise for you to be charmed by such powerful women. After many hookups with women over the years, this was the most intense and enthralling one yet.

Years of crushing on them from afar has led up to this. Fresh-faced and more enchanting than before, Wanda sighs in content and victory, as she gawks down at you from her tottering head. Her tousled tresses curtaining her cheeks, riding with more enthusiasm as your lashes flutter. With a dominant drive, Natasha’s groans as she’s close to cum.

Her wetness and yours adds to the sensation on your clit. All three bodies fumbling at bit from the brutal-pace of face-fucking and cunt riding. The headboard hits the wall a bit, matching the frenetic grinding of skin to skin.

Shedding their heroic femme skins and turning into savages. Nasty. Filthy. Corrupt. Your fingernails dredge into Wanda’s femurs, prowling skyward the sweaty region of her hips, to the toned plains of her tummy to finally the mountain peaks of bosoms.

Pinching her pink nipples between your fingers to the point of making her yelp, it was an unspoken incentive for her to ride your mouth harder. Teeth tenderly gnashing inside her pussy lips.

Ragged murmurs, clipped curses, and taunts – You like it? Yeah, you were made to be under us, withering, and shaking. You want me to cum all over your face, pretty girl? Have Natasha drown your pussy with her cum? Yeah, dove, I can feel your clit pulse against mine!

Shocked silence as your astonished eyes widen, your mouth is flooded with cum. Rendered speechless, airy gasps from Wanda and Natasha is still upon your cunt, small mewls from her, now beyond sloppy and wet; a mixture of your cum and hers. Natasha’s hips juddering against yours, riding the last of her orgasm.

“What a good dove, we have,” Natasha speaks through the thick silence. Wanda hoists herself up by the knees, as you gasp for more air — your entire mouth now glistening with her fluid.

“Yes, she’s so good. Took everything we gave her like a good girl.” Wanda coos at you, hooded lids with a sultry curve of her lashes flutter at you; jolting away as she laid back on the bed with a wheezing breath. Regaining her composure, her dainty fingertips graze against your sweaty forehead to flip curls that strayed on your eye-lids. It was intimate, too intimate — it is the touch of a lover.

Natasha releases your leg, it was a bit strained from her fingernails and tight grip. Her hands cup your tummy, kissing by the navel; as she repositions herself by your side, mimicking her wife’s action. Caressing hands on your arms, dainty fingers soothing against your breasts, and shushing your rapid breaths.

Sandwiching you between themselves, a sudden direction on your belly was taken. Both Wanda and Natasha soothe the smooth clammy skin, with curling smirks that were both devilish yet attractive.

With a silent conversation that you aren’t privy to, confused as they both looked at each other with knowing gloating stares. Wanda takes her own pillow and fluffs it between her hands, as Natasha upraises your curved hips. Once again, you’re left in the dark, thrusted back into demoralization and bewilderment.

Is this it? Now that this married couple — who you idolized, and cherished this friendship with — has had their fill, who are you to them? Words birthed during the mist of lust are empty promises most of the time. Is this friendship over? Do you even have the mental capacity to continue this friendship after this tirade?

Bone-shattering orgasm after orgasm was ripped from you, and yes, it was amazing to the core, but there was a part of you in the midst of clouded hazy sex, that you didn’t want it. To be touched, you just wanted some space to recollect and process your feelings about this entire messy ordeal. You’re not sure what you want really out of life --- especially out of a polygamorous relationship.

What does this say about Natasha and Wanda?

This was a scene contrasting their usual masks of personalities, yet it molds and blends into their psyches just accordingly. It’s terrifying.

You stiffen at the revelation, serrated images were slowly circulating around your mind like the stingers of raging wasps; the small brushes of knuckles against yours, the over-friendly back massages, the persistent need to have you in their presence at all times that was mislabeled ‘just to hang out’ and ‘we miss our best friend.’ And with your yearning affection, it was easy to follow the wolves to the den for the slaughter.

Facades of kind smiles, words of advice, late-night talks that delved into and entrusted girl nights — was something darker, something sinister boiling underneath the surface.

Palms driven with cursory attached upon your arms, gripping and digging; it is demanding. Scooping underneath your bum, open palms gripping your globes, and heaving upward so your hips are positioned in the air. Wanda grabs an extra plush pillow, and Natasha maneuvers your bottom down on the pillow.

“What are you two doing now?” You are a bit irritated – tone clipped – at your running-at-a-mile per second thoughts, and sore at the muscles.

“Hush, you’ll see.” Wanda snickers, as she plushes the pillow underneath your bum. Natasha gingerly holds you down as Wanda dashes to the nearby bedside drawer. Her open-palms caress your belly, ogling with much affection and pride.

“I can’t wait.” A soft smooch above your located uterus. Anxiety filling your veins at the unknown, you begin wiggling in Natasha’s tight hold. Wondering what in the fuck, she meant. “Relax. Let it happen.” Natasha’s words were not settling your nerves, it only makes the panic hitch.

In Wanda’s palm was a turkey-baster, filled to the brim with white sloshing liquid. Eyeing the baster with pure excitement shining in her eyes, her eyes nearly criss-cross as she inspects the foreign fluid almost oozing out of its confinement.

“Perfectly curated semen for the perfect womb.” A bulb breaks and explodes in your head — emptying your dome into nothingness — thrashing in Natasha’s lethal lock. She sighs with a disapproving shake of the head, stretching your arms into a pretzel lock against your chest; painting brown skin in splotches of lavender hand-prints.

Whilst Natasha confines your fore-arms in her restraints for hands, putting weight on your upper body into the bed; Wanda’s eyes glow with fury, once again forcing down your legs. “Relax, dove. This is what we wanted with you for so long. Don’t you want to be with us?” Wanda seethes with a crooked grin, as she leers down at your shaking body.

How she revels in your weak state under her touch. Makes her urges to fuck you with her strap and make you scream like the perfect little bitch you are. Their perfect dove.

“Why?” A watery cry, before succumbing to your fate — who are you to fight against a powerful telekinetic, and one of the world’s greatest retired assassins? The only outcome would be death.

“Because we love you. You’re the one to carry our baby. I can just —” Natasha groans, her eyes rolling back in yearning. “– imagine your belly swollen, waddling bare-foot. Breast-feeding — fuck — you’re already breath-taking, miláčik, but God, you’re going to give us heart-attacks.” Her voice drops an octave lower. Natasha leans her head lower, a kiss on the crease between your brows.

Your body shivers as you feel the chilled tip of the turkey-baster nearing your gaping hole, you begin weeping quietly.

Wanda shushes you, “It’s okay, milacik. You’re going to be a great mommy. Three mommies and two daddies. The baby will be the most beloved and protected little one.” A warm smile graces Wanda’s rosy cheeks. Three mommies? A dream of having a family now enforced upon you, this is a clusterfuck. Firstly, tricked by your own drunken state, second, pinned down for morning sex, and now you’re going to be impregnated by a fucking baster?

Wait --- two daddies?

“Two daddies? What? Wait, who’s the father?” You shrill, your head struggling to peak down at Wanda as she paused mid-way from inserting the cum; your eyes wild and glossy. Wanda chuckles, it sounds genuine — it’s anything but.

“Not just one father, miláčik. Our dutiful Captain and Sergeant.”

You feel light-headed, a hay fever flooding your dome. The tips of your ears feel hot, your head flops back down onto the pillow with a fluffy thud.

An incoherent whisper. “What was that, dove?” Natasha’s thumb rubbing your wrists, coaxing you to speak up. “How is that possible?” You wept, fresh tears coating your face.

“Anything is possible with modern enhanced technology. Now a baby can be genetically linked to two fathers. Isn’t that marvelous?” Wanda gleamed a cheeky smile, her eyes twinkling with unnerving mirth. “Why Steve and Bucky? Do they know what you’re doing?” You almost choke on a strained whine, your face scrunching up tightly.

Praying that Steve and Bucky didn’t have any involvement, nor a speck of encouragement of this insanity. “Of course, they know. We all made the plans together.” Wanda’s hand rubs your thigh to calm you but it only adds to your fright.

“Steve and Bucky are ready to settle down, they always dreamt of having kids. They love you and know you would be the perfect mother to their child. Our child. We’re all going to be one happy family.” And without any moment to spare, Wanda gently thrusts the baster inside of you, squeezing the silicone bulb firmly. You gasp as you felt every drop paint your walls white, drowning inside you.

You twitch in discomfort, your head thrashing side to side, your cheeks hitting the wrinkled sheets. Mutely screaming, teeth gnashing at the air, refusing to accept the inevitable. Natasha peppers your face with kisses to calm you down.

Whispering declarations of love, you restrain any more tears to escape. Wanda cups your belly, it was very subtly swelled from the massive load. “Look how much went inside, Nattie.” Wanda alleviating your distress by small circular motions.

Natasha halts her kisses. She titters a bit, “Well, I’m not surprised. Two enhanced soldiers will deliver a copious amount of cum.” Natasha joins in on the soothing strokes by her fingers. A splotchy memory of Steve and Bucky wickedly smiling while your drunk-self was dragged away to your fate.

Betrayal.

Two people you trusted for years – who you considered close friends — played a role in this capture of enforcing a life of motherhood upon you. You didn’t realize lone tears were trickling down your face until you felt a thumb wipe away.

“Don’t fret, milacik. This will be good for you. For all of us. We know what you need.” Wanda kisses your waist and travels upward your chest in a trail of kisses; as she climbs on you, cuddling by your side, wrapping her arm around your hips, and a leg around yours.

“We’ll treat you so well. Like a queen.” Natasha loosens her grip on your arms, easing the aches in your muscles, but detaining you, to ensure you won’t escape from their grasp. Natasha plants a leg over your legs, positioning next to Wanda’s, sandwiched, and suffocating.

Laxing your body from stiffening under their touch, just trying to mindlessly drift into an impending hazy slumber. “Let’s rest. We’ll tell Bucky and Steve the good news later.” Natasha says in a lulling tone, as both women cuddle to squeeze much closer to you as if they want to reside underneath your skin — tightly, and smothering.

Sedately, your eyes close. Tentatively, their breathing morphs into your focal point, to hear Natasha’s and Wanda’s settle into steady rest. Urgently needing your privacy in sound, and body --- away from nosey intruding psychic.

As you lay there, mute and digesting the perverse treachery like a dry pill ripping down your throat, your tongue weighing heavy, barely registering reality.

Murky thoughts try to align in correction, not to bemoan over the guile that is Natasha and Wanda that was akin to pistoling barrage upon your spirit.

The soft fabric of the pudgy pillow wedged underneath you was burning against your bum, an indicia that could compel an unsought future. The tact to force maternity upon your life, your womb is now without doubt, fertilizing soldier swimmers.

What can you do now? How can you battle against the odds of the inevitable? Cuffed emotionally, and intimately by ex-friends deformed into duplicitous lovers who are now dead to you, and buried in deep, fresh graves in the crevices of your heart.

You must learn from the suffering, and brace the ugliness of being a fool. Your shudder, and bite back a sob as jagged remnants began floating behind your lids of last-night that was thick of debauched moans as slim fingers plunging into your cavern; it was a fleeting splash of excitement but it simmered and dwindled into a piercing ache in your chest.

It was euphoric, but not simply euphoric, there was fear and confusion intertwined too. For many years, you had grappled many weights of trauma, but you couldn’t stomach two damaged hearts.

Love me, love my dog — or so the saying goes. Can you handle being a mother? Are you even capable of being a good mother? You almost snort at the ridiculous notion.

What if aborti--- Jesus, you wouldn’t be able to go far with that option. It’s not even a fucking option. ‘Not with these two.’ You internally huff.

So you’ll wait. Wait it out, move in silence, map out your next course of action. Figure out escapes, leaving behind your life as an Avenger, and the only family you’ve ever had — just be quiet, comply and wait.

All you could do is wait.

#apridec1 #buckybarnesplumwhore wrote this #dark natasha romanoff #dark wanda maximoff #dark natasha x reader #dark wanda x reader #dark natasha romanoff x reader #dark wanda maximoff x reader #dark marvel #scarletwidow #wlw

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wearebothdrunk · 3 years

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Omygod i just finished watching starwars and i kinda have an idea like maybe a jedireader? Or a jedi-like-reader where theyre in madripoor right, then they got attacked and she like "hold up let me handle it" AND SHE PULLED OUT HER LIGTHSABERS 😭😭 sam (and maybe zemo) geek out and bucky was like "i am so confused but that shits amazing"

Hi! of course!

“ A friend from work ”

pairing: Bucky x fem!reader (stark)

Word counting: 2186

Summary: You basicaly save Sam´s and Bucky´s ass in Madripoor.

warnings: nightmares

a/n: I had to do some changes to your requests to be more Marvel so i hope you like it anyway! I love the request.

Masterlist

*gif not mine*

Since your father died you have been supporting your mother Pepper and your younger sister Morgan. Pepper was not your biological mother but she always took care of you, even before she and your father started dating.

Without your dad and Nat and Steve, the Avengers seemed more lost than ever. You still helped and were Sam's backup on his missions but it wasn't the same. Your whole family had fallen apart, Thor was with the guardians of the galaxy, Clint retired, Bruce had enough with the avengers, and Wanda was taking some time for herself. You were left with Sam and Bucky. You were pretty good friends with Sam, but with Bucky...... let's just say it's complicated. You liked him for a while, but you didn't want to put your father in an uncomfortable situation, so you always put him first, even if it was very hard sometimes.

One day you were just relaxing on the couch when you looked at the tv and saw the news report saying that the criminal Zemo had escaped from prison. You immediately called Sam.

"Pick up Sam, come on-" you said.

you heard a voice on the other side " y/n? is everything okay?" you heard Sam´s voice

"No! Zemo has escaped from prison in case you haven't heard the news!"

" Really?!" he said but not very convincingly

You started to get suspicious. He seemed to already know about what was happening, but if he knew, why didn't he tell you? unless.....

"You're with him, aren't you?" you said straight out. "no, no, no, why would you think that y/n?" he was really trying to convince you

"Why did you do that Sam?! you know it's dangerous, what the hell were you thinking?"

" relax y/n. me and Bucky need him for a mission, he is just a means to an end" he finally said

"Are you with Bucky?" you asked. You missed him even if he was just a friend, he was special to you.

"Yes, but he is fine, don't worry! I have to go now! Goodbye, take care y/n"

he hung up.

Sam knew about your little crush on Bucky. He was like a best friend to you and if you couldn't count on his advice, then you wouldn't count on anyone.

Like your father you always wanted to help the Avengers in any way you could, so obviously you wouldn't be left out of this mission. In one of the upgrades you made to Sam's suit you added a tracker device in case he was kidnapped. It was the perfect time to use it! You pulled up a chair, sat down, and began tinkering with the gadgets your father had previously bought and used. You wanted him to be here with you but unfortunately, that was impossible so keeping his legacy alive was the closest you could get.

"Yes, found you!" You shouted in joy

"What city is this? Ma... Madripoor?" you asked yourself

"Well I hope it's worth it Sam Wilson because otherwise I'm gonna kick your ass"

You called Happy to get a flight for you. It was hard to convince him but you managed to convince him by saying you needed a short vacation.

* After 5 hours

You finally got to your destination, it felt like it took days to get there. Madripoor was a poor, dark and dirty city, you didn't like it there at all.

You got on your bike and headed towards the location of the suit. After about 10 minutes you arrived where Sam and Bucky were supposed to be according to your device.

"But this is just a car!" you said angrily.

Suddenly you heard gunshots and breaking glass and three unrecognizable men, at first.

"Y/N?! What the fuck are you doing here!?" Sam shouted, placing you behind a container to protect you from the bullets that were being fired at the four of you.

"Stand back!" you shouted at them, standing up.

You quickly took out the gun that was stuck inside your long leather jacket. You pointed the gun and in three seconds and without making a sound the gunshots stopped, just like magic.

"What the fuck was that? " Sam said surprised

" I am so confused but that shits amazing," bucky said with his mouth open giving a small smile.

"what are you waiting for?!! to die? get in the car now!" you shouted at them

The four of you ran quickly to the car and got in. Zemo started the car and luckily you managed to escape in time.

"what was that y/n?" sam asked

" it's just a prototype I made from a project my dad was working on before.... you know what. it works with extremely strong lasers that can demagnetize any weapon."

" That's fucking awesome!" Bucky said

you smiled. you loved being praised for your work but being praised by Bucky felt different to you.

" Well, thank you, Bucky!"

" Don't thank Bucky. I appreciate what you did back there but this is super dangerous. Your dad and Steve wouldn't approve any of this and-" you interrupted him.

"Guess what? My dad's not here! Why? Because he sacrificed his life to save the world! And Uncle Steve isn't here anymore, so stop thinking about what they would think of me!"

sam looked at you with concern. He felt obligated to protect you since your father couldn't.

For a moment the car was filled in awkward silence until Zemo decided to open his mouth.

"No one told me about a fourth member of the team. Sorry, pretty girl, but you won't be able to continue this trip with us" Zemo said.

"You are not in charge of anything, we are. If y/n hadn't appeared out of anywhere, we would be probably dead. So I advise you to keep your mouth shut and play your only role if you don't want to go to prison again" Bucky said with his eyes fixed firmly on Zemo.

Zemo swallowed.

" well, but there aren't enough beds," Zemo said in a low voice, barely audible.

" don't worry, she can sleep in my bed, I sleep on the floor," Bucky said without even blinking

You felt butterflies in your stomach. You were going to be in the same space as Bucky for more than 5 minutes, you were nervous that you would say something stupid or give him the wrong idea.

"Oh, you don't have to.

(oh yes, you do.)

" Of course I do. " Bucky looked at you with intensity as if he needed to do this.

* after 20 minutes*

"These are your rooms. All beds are already made and your bags will be taken to your respective rooms Mr. Zemo" the woman said.

"Thank you, my dear," Zemo said kissing the lady's hand

"Well, these are your rooms. I don't want anything ruined and I don't want any noise because I am very tired. Good night fellows" Zemo went directly to his room and closed the door leaving the three of you alone.

" I'm just going downstairs to see if they can get me an extra blanket," Bucky said leaving you and Sam alone. Things between you two were still a little awkward from earlier.

" y/n, I don't want us to be on bad terms. You have to understand that I care about you" Sam broke the silence

" Sam, I know and I care about you too, but you have to realize that we are almost the same age and I don't need to have a babysit."

"I know, I know. No hard feelings?"

"No hard feelings," you said shaking his hand and pulling him for a hug

"So, what's this about you sleeping in the same room as Bucky? y/n I'm watching you like a falcon" sam joked

"Relax! He's just a friend from work"

" I have the blanket here. I'm going to bed now, good night". Bucky said to you two

"oh, I'm going with you, that way I can help you make your bed. it's the least I can do since you don´t let me sleep on the floor"

You both said your goodbyes to sam and went to your room.

Bucky spread out a blanket next to the bed where you were going to stay and laid down.

"You´re not gonna even put a pillow? Take this one I have too many." you said to him

"No! I don't want a pillow" Bucky said, throwing you the pillow again.

You got up and started to make his "bed" more comfortable. "You're not going to sleep on the floor like that, Buck-" he interrupted what you were doing by grabbing your arm and looking you straight in the eye. "I don't need that y/n. I'm used to sleeping on the floor."

You looked at him shocked. "You are used to it?!"

"Yes," he said hesitantly.

"Why Bucky?" you asked.

" I don't feel comfortable enough to sleep in a fluffy comfortable bed, not after all the people I have killed and all the lives I ruined. Every night I have nightmares to remind me of that" he said as if it was something natural to him.

" Buck....... You can't feel that way. You deserve a hundred soft, comfortable beds, you deserve to have a happy life. You didn't kill those people, you didn't ruin those people's lives, HYDRA did. There are people who care about you, I care about you."

"You care about me? You said yourself that I was just a friend from work, and I understand and respect that y/n, I knew we were just that."

"That was me joking with Sam. I wish you were just a work friend, it would have saved me some heartbreaks."

" heartbreaks?" you could see by Bucky´s confused face that he had zero idea of what you were talking about.

" are you going to tell me that you never noticed that I liked you and cared differently about you?"

" NO!" he said surprised

"Okay, I understand. We can still be work friends Buck I mean it, I don't want to put you into another bad situation-" the touch of his lips against yours interrupted your speech.

"I never wanted to be just your friend from work" he sighed.

"me neither," you said kissing him again

You make out for about 5 minutes. when you finally let each other out of your arms, you got up and took the blanket that was on your bed and your pillow and put it next to Bucky. "what are you doing?" he looked confused.

"Did you really thought I was going to let you sleep alone on this cold uncomfortable floor?"

"y/n-" you interrupted him with a kiss. "Yes?" you asked. "I don't want you to sleep here on this horrible floor. you will go back to your warm comfortable bed and sleep" he said with a straight face

"Bucky, either you come with me to this warm bed or I will sleep here with you. it's your call baby"

he smiled and sighed. " you are the worst" he mumbled throwing you on the bed making you giggle. You walked over to him and grabbed his hand and kissed it.

"I promise you that you deserve all of this Buck" you whispered.

he kissed you again passionately to thank you for what you had done for him. You both laid down. You put your head on top of his chest and he put his arms on top of your back, you were finally able to sleep.

* later that night*

you began to hear a voice whispering something making you wake up.

"I HAVE TO, I HAVE TO DO THIS" Bucky sighed in the middle of sleeping.

Bucky was having a nightmare. He was sweating and he was gasping for breath.

"Buck? babe, it's just a nightmare" you whispered caressing his cheeks with the back of your fingers.

Suddenly he gets up, still heavy breathing, and sits in the bed.

" What's happening," he said in mid-breath. "You were having a nightmare babe.". You put your arms around him making him feel safe." it's okay" you said.

When he finally let go you stood up and start walking toward the door

"where are you going?" He asked with a puppy face

" don't worry, I'm just gonna get something to calm you down"

when you came back with the hot chamomile tea you had made for him, Bucky was still sitting on the bed with his hands on his head.

" here, this is going to help you. my dad always made me this when I woke up in the middle of the night"

" thank you for taking care of me," he said

" James Buchan Barnes I will be here to make sure you sleep like a baby for the rest of your life."

and he did.

#bucky fanfic #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes imagines #bucky x reader #bucky x tony stark´s daughter #marvel imagines #marvel fluff

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ordinaryschmuck · 2 years

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Quick Thoughts on "Echoes" from Hawkeye

I'm not the only one who thought this episode ended a little too soon, am I? The ending didn't even feel like a conclusion. It just felt like...a sudden stop. This makes me think that Hawkeye might be one of those Disney+ shows that are better to watch all the episodes at once rather than week to week. Because the way this week's episode ended made me feel unsatisfied and anxious to find out what happens next. That might be the point, but it hinders these episodes from standing out on their own and instead make them a part of an extra-long movie. Which, again, could be the point, but Hawkeye's type of thing works best if viewers have all the parts at once. Instead, it gives this feeling of watching a movie, stopping at a random section of it, picking it up again a week later, and repeating the process until the movie is eventually done. And, in fairness, it's an issue that you can argue with all the other Disney+ shows, but for some reason, I feel like it's a lot more noticeable with Hawkeye.

With that said...this week's episode is still a ton of fun.

Echo's backstory and origin are interesting, and I already want to learn more about this character who thrives despite multiple "disadvantages" that people would look at to doubt her.

The first fight scene is shot and choreographed decently, and the car chase that follows is handled pretty well.

Clint's "talk" with his son is bittersweet, and I loved how Kate tried to help him understand what Danny-boy was saying. It helps their relationship grow as partners, and I hope to see more stuff like that in the future.

And Kate drawing Clint's original comic book costume is pretty cute. Although, Clint going on about how he would never wear something bright and colorful is kind of ruined given how promotional material already reveals that he's going to wear a bright and colorful costume. And it looks pretty stupid to boot, too.

The one thing I'm wary of is these references to the guy on top. Because I can already tell the writers are trying to make us think that it's Kate's stepdad, which feeds into the "evil-step-parent" trope that needs to DIE. But another thing to worry about is fan theories. There are already people who are convinced that they're setting up the Kingpin, already forgetting their lesson about how Mephisto never showed up in WandaVision despite all the "hints." And here's the thing: I would love it if Kingpin made a return. And I would adore it if it was Vincent D'Onofrio who played him (BRING BACK DAREDEVIL, DAMN IT!). But here's the thing: We. Don't. Know. That it is. So when it's revealed that the guy on top isn't Kingpin, don't get mad at Marvel because you looked too much into something that isn't there. You'll only have yourselves to blame in that situation.

So, yeah. Fun episode, but it could have had a more fitting conclusion.

#marvel cinematic universe #hawkeye #hawkeye reviews #clint barton #kate bishop #echo hawkeye #kingpin #wilson fisk #what i thought about #quick thoughts

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years

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Love and Medicine ~ 12

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< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,815ish

Summary: You are still trying to cope with the fact that Steve’s married. (Read note at the end of the chapter.)

I do not own Grey’s Anatomy or Marvel.

You and Natasha eventually found your way back to your house and into your bedroom’s adjoining bathroom. Natasha was in the bathtub as you laid on the floor.

“It's not us. It's them,” you said. “Them and their stupid boy penises. They didn't tell me they had a wife. They gave absolutely no warning that they were going to break up with you.”

“It's not that Banner broke up with me,” Natasha began. “It's how he broke up with me. Like it was business. Like it was a business transition like he's the boss of me!”

“He is the boss of you.”

“And what's worse is that I care.”

"I'm gonna throw up again.” You moved so that you were leaned over the toilet bowl. "No. Wait. False alarm.”

“Look, the problem is estrogen.”

“No, the problem is tequila.”

“I used to be all business, and then he goes and gets me pregnant.”

“With the stupid boy penis.”

“Now, I'm having hormone surges. He ruined me. I'm ruined. He turned me into this fat, stupid, pregnant girl. Who cares! Estrogen!”

Having heard the commotion from your bathroom, Val, Scott, and Clint found themselves standing in the doorway.

“Penises,” you stated. “Penises Val.”

“Estrogen, Scott. Estrogen,” Nat added.

“Okay…” Scott said, looking around. “What did I miss?”

“I came home to full on vomit drama,” Val explained. “Apparently she dumped Derek and her—“ Val pointed Nat’s way. “She’s been sleeping with Banner!”

“What?”

“So you really broke up with Rogers?” Clint asked.

“I feel empty,” you responded.

“Two hours of vomiting will do that to you,” Val said with a shrug.

“You’re lucky,” Nat added. “I feel pissed off.”

~~~

Arriving in the parking garage, you could clearly see Steve waiting for you. Getting out of your car, you slammed the door as he came closer.

“Stop,” you growled at him.

“What?” Steve questioned, pretending to be all innocent.

“You're stalking me. Stop it.” You continued into the building with Steve following you.

“Did we not communicate last night?”

“Yes.”

“Did you hear what I was saying?”

“Your wife screwed your best friend.”

“And then from that point on she no longer existed to me anymore.”

“You had marital amnesia?”

“No.” Steve reached out and grabbed your arm, successfully stopping you. “Come on I bared my soul to you last night.”

“It's not enough.”

“How can that be not enough?”

“When you waited 2 months to tell me and I had to find out by her showing up, all leggy and fabulous and telling me herself, you pulled the plug. I'm a sink with an open drain. Anything that you say runs right out. There is no enough.” You pulled away hurrying inside with your friends after you.

“She probably could've picked a better metaphor,” Clint commented.

“Give her a break,” Scott said. “She’s got a hangover.”

With a huff, Steve followed. Tony, who was also coming in, quickly caught up to him.

“Dr. Rogers!” He called.

“Dr. Stark,” Steve replied.

“We have an organ donor coming in this afternoon. We're doing a harvest.”

“Commendable, but—“

“In OR one at four.”

“I’m in OR one at four.”

“Your surgery is non-critical.”

“You can’t bump me!”

“As Chief, I can. You’ll be first up tomorrow.”

“Interim Chief. Bump somebody else!”

“You’re in the OR we need.”

“Why can’t the harvest be done somewhere else?”

“Cause the donor’s coming in from a small facility. We have the location, the airport nearby and the staff. Your surgery is rescheduled.” Then Tony turned, heading away.

“I’m not done talking about this, Stark!”

“Well, I am! See ya around Rogers!”

~~~

Rounds weren’t too bad, especially because you successfully ignored both Peggy and Steve. It even became slightly better when Gamora called you in for a bowel obstruction. Except the guy wouldn’t tell you what he ingested.

“You know, Mr. Sanders, it would be easier if you just told us what you ingested,” you pried, taking him to radiology. “We’ll know anyone, once we see the films.”

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Mr. Sanders responded.

“Mr. Sanders, whatever you’ve ingested could kill you. Are you sure you don’t just want to tell me?”

“It might offend you.”

“It might? Is it drugs?”

“No.”

“Mr. Sanders.”

“It’s not drugs, I promise.”

“Well, good, I’m glad.”

“I… Nope, not going to tell you.”

“Fine by me. We just reached radiology, so I’m going to find out anyway.”

It wasn’t long before Mr. Sanders was back in his room and the radiologist had found you with the scans.

“It’s drugs,” the radiologist stated handing the scans over to you. “Looks like at least 13 small balloons in the bowel. My guess, cocaine.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, holding up the scans up to the light.

They didn’t totally look like balloons, so you weren’t completely convinced. Before you made any judgement calls, you found Gamora.

“It’s drugs,” you told her, handing her the scans.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she muttered, placing the scans onto a screen. “One burst and he’s dead in minutes. Okay, what do we do?”

“Run his bowel.”

“And what does that mean?”

“Running the bowel entails removing all 36 feet of the intestine from the body cavity, hand searching for the balloons and then cutting them out.”

“Good. Book an OR and get two other interns on board, need all the hands we can get.”

“Dr. Gamora,” Y/N called as Gamora tired to leave.

“Yes?”

“Are you sure they’re balloons?”

“You have reason to believe they’re not?”

“Well, the more I look the more I realize that this one,” you pointed to the scans, “has a face.” Gamora looked closer. “And this one… they all do.”

“I’ll be damned. They’re Barbies. He swallowed 13 Barbie doll heads.”

~~~

“Barbie heads?” Scott repeated after you told him, Natasha, and Peter what happened.

“Yeah,” you responded. “And Gamora wants two of you to join us in surgery.”

“I’m already booked.”

“I can do it,” Natasha said.

“Me too,” Peter said.

“My foster mothers used to buy me Barbie dolls. All sorts of them.”

“I also wanted one,” you added. “My parents never let me.”

“I dissected them. Cut off their arms, shaved their heads.”

“You’re a little scary,” Scott stated. “You know that?”

“I try.”

“Sounds like there’s a sick and twisted story behind this,” Peter said.

“No, they’re sexist, distorted devil toys that create unrealistic expectations carrying to the porn driven minds of men,” Natasha expressed.

“You swallow a bitter pill this morning, Romanoff?” Gamora questioned, coming up to you interns. “They’re just dolls. Quill, call for a psych consult. Then see if he has family.”

“Should I still book the OR?” You wondered.

“Blocked bowels become necrotic bowels. Check with Dr. Stark, see if we can bump someone. Those Barbies gotta come out today.”

~~~

Gamora had given Clint the impossible assignment to revive a patient. And, unfortunately for him, he was stuck with Laura.

“Any family members waiting?” He asked as he stapled up the man’s chest.

“Still trying to reach them,” Laura responded.

“Good. Well, I mean, not good that we haven’t reached anyone. Good that I don’t have to, uh…”

“It’s always hard.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry about Peter.”

“It’s fine. It’s good. No need to talk about it.”

“You do understand that I had sex with him before you, not during, right? Because when you and I were together—“

“I understand.”

“I just wanted to clear the air.”

“Oh, it’s clear. Perfectly clear… okay.”

“Okay.”

“And about the syphilis—“

“We really on’t have to talk about it.”

“Which is, I mean, I didn’t know I had it. I definitely should have, I’m a nurse. Like, there was a sore and I was all itchy.”

“Okay!” He backed away almost knocked the tray beside him over. “You know I, uh, got it. You know things happen.” He moved to the door, away from Laura.

“They really do. Things you wish you could change.”

Clint’s pager rang and he looked down. “It’s the Chief, I gotta take this.”

“Sure… Clint.”

“Yes?”

“You have to call it.”

“Call it?”

“Him.”

“Oh, yeah.” He looked at his watch. “Time of death 1:37.” He turned to leave again.

“And, Clint,” he paused, not turning around this time, “if we could, I wouldn’t mind trying again.”

“Maybe… some day…”

~~~

Tony was walking down the hall with Maria, going over the donor surgery.

“When is the donor getting here?” He asked.

“Should be here at 3. Harvest team’s not heir way in.”

“I also need to touch base with the transplant center about a patient here getting his son’s liver.”

You walked up. “Dr. Stark,” you called. “Dr. Gamora needs an OR and they’re all booked.”

“For?”

“An emergent bowel obstruction.” She handed him the scans.

“Drugs?”

“Barbie heads. 13 of them.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

Maria looked at the films. “I can see their little faces,” she commented. “That patient must have serious issues.”

“Hill, can your hernia in 1 be bumped?” Tony asked.

“Most likely.”

“Do it.”

“On it.” Maria left.

“Thank you, Dr. Stark,” you said, moving to go.

Tony grabbed your wrist and stopped you. “Y/N, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m not. I’m really fine.” And you pulled away.

~~~

You, Gamora, and a doctor from psych were currently discussing the psych evaluation on Mr. Sanders.

“He’s not talking. It could be pica,” the psych doctor stated. “Doubtful for a man his age. Maybe an oedipal complex or an idolization of the doll as his partners. Or it could be that he simply enjoys it.”

“Now I've seen a lot of strange things in strange places but how does he enjoy this?” Gamora questioned.

“He’d enjoy it when they came out.”

“I didn’t need to hear that.”

“Dr. L/N,” Peggy called as she walked back. “May I speak with you for a moment?” You looked at Gamora for help.

“Don’t look at me. I’m not gonna help you.”

With a sigh, you went to Peggy and the two of you began walking away.

“I assume he told you why he left me,” she said.

Annoyed, you stopped in front of her. “Look, Dr. Rogers, will all do respect, this has nothing to do with me,” you said.

“Really? So you didn’t take him back. Good girl.”

“And int he future, I’d appreciate it if we could keep our relationship strictly professional.” You walked away.

“Y/N!” You stopped and turned back slightly to give Peggy your attention. “Sometimes people do desperate things to get someone’s attention.” You shook your head and started walking again. “There are two sides to every story!”

~~~

You, Peter, and Scott arrived at lunch first. The three of you picked a large table farthest away from the others.

“Look what I went out and got,” Peter said, putting a grocery bag on the table. Opening the bag, he revealed 13 headless Barbie dolls.

“Really, Quill?” You wondered.

“That’s gross,” Scott cringed.

“I think it’s funny,” Peter said, smiling, as he laid them out on the table.

“Of course you do,” you muttered.

“Oh! That is sick!” Clint commented as him, Natasha, and Val walked up.

“Who would do that?” Val asked. They looked to see Peter smiling.

“Oh, look!” Natasha said, picking up a doll. “See Barbie fly.” She throw it at Peter, who ducked.

“Hey, Clint,” Laura greeted, walking by.

“Hey,” he replied, sitting down at not looking at you. The interns all gave him a look. “What?”

“She was trying to make up with you, Clint,” you told him. “You should go eat with her.”

“No, I shouldn’t…. No.”

“She’s cute and she likes you,” Scott said.

“You shouldn’t let a little syph get in the way of that,” Val added.

“It’s not the syph,” Clint insisted.

“It’s so the syph,” Natasha said.

“It’s not the syph!”

“Then what is it?” Val asked. Clint didn’t answer, looking down. “Oh.”

“What?” You wondered. Clint simply shrugged. “What is it?”

“There’s this other girl,” Val responded.

“Val!” Clint exclaimed.

“Other girl?” Natasha questioned. “You have another girl?!”

“He hasn’t told her that he likes her yet,” Val said.

“Val!” Clint exclaimed again. “This isn’t high school.”

“Clint has a little crush.”

“I do not… It’s a thing, a very personal thing. One day I would like to build on this thing with this other girl—woman. She’s all woman.”

“What are you doing, Clint?” You asked, slightly harsh.

“I-I don’t—“

“With Laura. What are you doing with her?”

“Oh. Nothing.”

“You’re letting her think you’re emotionally available. You’re letting her think she has a chance. And there is nothing worse in the world than think you have a chance when you really don’t!”

“Y/N is right,” Natasha said. “Tell her that there’s someone else. And tell her why, Clint. I mean— I mean at least give her the chance to have some feelings about it!”

“Why are you both yelling at me?” Clint asked.

“Because of the estrogen Clint! Because of all the estrogen!”

~~~

“Was it an act of desperation?” You asked Mr. Sanders as you headed into his surgery.

“Not at all,” he replied.

“Something to attract attention?”

“No.”

“I’m just trying to understand here. Why 13 doll heads?”

“Well because 14 would’ve been too much.”

You cringed and helped the nurses get Mr. Sanders on the operating table before going to scrub. It was Gamora, you, Peter, Val, and Natasha in the surgery.

“I think it has something to do with his mother,” Val suggested. “Maybe she always wanted a girl and gave him Barbie dolls because of it.”

“Ah, ah, I’ve got another one,” Peter said, showing the head in the intestine.

“Uh!” You groaned.

“Doyen clamps to Romanoff,” Gamora ordered. “L/N, push the head up to the incision.” You began to squeeze the doll head up through the intestine.

“Maybe his mother looked like a Barbie doll and he’s into voodoo,” Peter suggested. “Instead of sticking pins in… well…”

Dr. Stark entered the OR. “You good here?” He asked Gamora, observing you though.

“Couple more heads to go,” Gamora responded.

“Then L/N stay here. All you other interns I need you on other cases.”

You met Tony’s eyes before he walked out of the OR.

~~~

Clint was put on a case with Steve. They were about to go separate ways so that Clint could run labs, when Steve stopped. He looked back at Clint.

“Is she okay?” Steve asked.

“Who?” Clint questioned. He looked up at Steve and knew. “Y/N? She’s… hanging in there.”

“Look out for her.”

“I will.”

Then Steve walked away. Before Clint could get really far, Laura found him.

“The family of the guy we worked on this morning is here,” she told him.

“Thanks for letting me know,” Clint responded.

“Clint, I just want an answers, so that I can get on with my life if I need to.”

“Look, maybe I’m not over the Peter thing yet or the syph thing… And I really want to be, but there’s also another girl. And, to me, it doesn’t matter there’s this other guy and frankly I wouldn’t care if she gave me the Ebola virus… I like you, Laura, I really do. Just… I—“

“You’re going to need some time.”

“Yeah.” He kissed her forehead. “Thank you for understanding.”

~~~

Steve was standing alone in the elevator when Peggy walked in, both dressed to leave.

“Just when the day was improving,” he murmured.

“You told Y/N what happened?” Peggy asked.

“I did. Why? What did you tell her?”

“That sometimes people do desperate things to attract attention.”

“What? Wow. That's your side of this? That I didn't pay you enough attention. Is that you were thinking when you got naked with my best friend?”

Peggy reached over and stopped the elevator. "No, by that point I wasn't thinking at all Steve. By that point I was just scratching an itch. We got successful you and me. We got busy and we got lazy. We didn't even bother to fight any more Steve. And Bucky was there and I missed you. And now I'm sorry.” Steve restarted the elevator. “I’m more sorry than you can possibly imagine. But at least I'm talking to you about it.” The doors opened and Steve walked out. “Steve.”

“I’m a sink with an open drain, honey.”

~~~

“Did you get them all?” Mr. Sanders asked. You were checking on him, post-surgery.

“Yes,” you replied. “It wasn’t easy or very pleasant. How do you feel?”

“Empty… I feel empty now.”

“Yeah. I've been feeling a little bit of that myself lately.”

“I can tell.”

“Mr. Sanders, why does eating doll heads fill you up? What’s the satisfaction?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Would it be too much information?”

“Might.”

“Maybe I’m better left in the dark.”

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