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silky-slinky · 2 years

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A GLIMPSE OF US !

FIVE HARGREEVES X FEM!READER PAIRING !

DIALOGUE PROMPT/S:

31. “It's very rude to stare.”

33. “Don't you remember anything?”

34. “I don't know how to love you.”

FIVE HARGREEVES MASTERLIST !

You weren't there with him. You weren't there with him when he left the elevator doors alongside his family. You weren't there. The person who he woke up to every day, the person who he'd never get tired of, the person who he was selfless for. The person who he had married many years ago, still felt like it was yesterday.

You were there with him. You were there with him when he finally met his family after getting stuck in the apocalypse, for so many years. You were there. The person who he would automatically go to when he had a problem. The person who understood him better than anyone else. The person who knew him like the back of her hand. The person who he had fallen in love with, for years on end, and he wasn't planning to stop.

Night after night, you haunted him. Your laugh that he could listen to for hours, your lips that he could kiss for eternity, your voice that he considered a lullaby, and your face, he would argue with everyone that you had the most beautiful face known to mankind. These were only a small part of the neverending list of Five's reasons why he loved you in the first place.

He sometimes hallucinated. He sometimes heard your voice around his lonesome home. He always did say that a house isn't a home if you're not with him in it.

Five's siblings noticed, they noticed every little thing Five did after you were nowhere to be found. They noticed him calling out for your name in his sleep. They noticed him get increasingly grumpy, cold, and mean if that was even possible. Ever since your disappearance, he never smiled again.

As time passed on, he came to terms with it. Getting a fresh start in life, his powers were no longer there, and he got accustomed to the life he now had without you. He knew he had to move on. The ghost of your frame no longer haunted him. They no longer showed up in his dreams. Even if he wanted to see you again, he couldn't.

The air blew in Five's face, his hair flowing in different directions, the warm sunlight kissing his facial features as he walked down the sidewalks of the new world he lived in. He came to terms with the new world and got familiar with it day by day as he lived there. He looked down at his moving feet that were clad in brown leather-covered shoes, the aglets hitting the front of the shoe every time he took a step.

Suddenly, a pair of heels collided with his pair of shoes, taking him out of the trance he was in. He got ready to scold the person who bumped into him, even though he was the one who wasn't paying attention. Five's gaze shifted from his shoes to the person in front of him. Her back turned toward him, her hair disheveled from the wild wind and a phone in her hand, right next to her ear, talking to someone.

Five only coughed at the woman in front of him, oblivious to her environment. The woman then turned around, getting to see who coughed. Five couldn't breathe. Five couldn't breathe the moment he saw you again. Five was a confident man, an egotistical one at that, but when he saw your face for the first time again, you took his breath away.

He stared at her with his mouth agape, his body frozen in the middle of the sidewalk. His lungs were starting to hurt from how long he didn't take a breath. “Hello?” Her velvety voice made him fall in love with you, how every word that slipped from your tongue made him feel like he was on cloud nine.

“Hello? Is there a problem?” She knits her brows in confusion at the look he was giving her, waving her hand in front of his face, wanting to know what was wrong. The phone call she made was now long gone, figuring that it was a call that she'd make later.

His lungs hurt from not breathing, and his eyes hurt from tears wanting to leave. Her face was still as ethereal as before, her lips still looked kissable, and her eyes that he could still get lost in. He brought a hand up to her face, and she quickly backed away from the stranger wanting to touch her.

His face scrunched up in confusion at her actions. After many years of not seeing each other, she'd push him aside? He tried once more to touch her, but, alas, she pushed him away yet again.

“C'mon man, I don't know you. I don't think you should be touching me in any way whatsoever.” A confused expression decorated his face once more at her words. She couldn't forget him, after all she had been through with him, right?

Surely she wouldn't forget the times you were stuck with him and his dysfunctional family, saving the world from an inevitable apocalypse. Surely she wouldn't forget the times you, yourself, had to save his family members from trouble. Surely she wouldn't forget the neverending bickering he had with his family.

“You don't know me?” He slurred over his words, feeling his heart breaking into a million different pieces. If there was anything left.

“I don't know you at all. This is the first time I've seen you.” A hand on her hip, annoyed at the young-looking man in front of her.

His breathing was ragged, yet again, he couldn't breathe. He tried his best to not have a breakdown in public, in the middle of the sidewalk, in the busy streets that were filled with people. He brought his hands on the inside of his pockets as he looked down at his shoes, thinking of ways how this had happened. He also did not want you to see his disheveled state.

She looked at him in anticipation, wanting to see how this plays out. A stranger claimed that he knew you. Both hands were on her hip, glancing down to her watch if it was time for her meeting.

“Don't you remember anything?” A sorrowful expression adorned his face. She wanted to sympathize with him, she figured that she looked uncanny to the person he was referring to.

Her eyes glanced over his features, feeling slightly hurt for this man. “Look, I'm sorry, but I don't know you.” Her face mustered up a concerned expression.

His eyes wandered over to her face, then down to her body, observing what was new. He noticed how her hair color turned into a different shade, that was why he couldn't recognize her from the back. He noticed her attire, looking as if she was about to go to work or about to go back to work after a lunch break.

Extremely different from your style before, the last time he saw you. One of the happiest moments he had with you was on the very night Luther and Sloane had eloped. He could still recall the giggles that erupted from your mouth that night, laughing at everyone and everything after getting too much to drink.

“Where do you work?” He asks suddenly, after observing you.

“Excuse me?” She scoffed at his words.

“Where do you work?” He repeats once more, his tone much more intimidating.

She contemplated on whether to tell this stranger where she worked, where she was almost one forth of her day. “Why should I tell you? I don't even know your name.” Five sighed, she truly did not have any kind of memory with him whatsoever.

He wanted to scream, cry his heart out, but he couldn't. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't. It was as if you were only a figment of his imagination, his existence wasn't known to her up until she met him for the first time. “Five.” As expected, a confused face adorned her face at the peculiar name.

“What a peculiar name.” He noticed her eyes glancing over to the wristwatch she had on, seeing as she was conscious of her time, presumably, she had a meeting of some sort.

“Where are you off to?” His head tilted over to the direction of the wristwatch.

“A meeting.” She took his hint, answering his question.

“May I join you?” It was unusual for a person she barely knew to come along with her. It was unusual for someone to come along. Five knew he was asking too much, but he wanted to, he needed to fill the emptiness he felt whenever he would look over to your side of the bed, empty and cold, waiting to be laid down on.

She paused for a moment, her eyes dancing along his features to see if there were any signs of seriousness, and there were. He was adamant and sincere about his request, you must've meant a lot to the man. If only she knew.

She sighed for a moment. “Okay.”

The first few moments of the trip to her workplace were awkward. It consisted of Five staring at her with evident love in his eyes and him making small talk or gushing about the love of his life that coincidentally had her name, face, and personality. He was certain that you and her were the same person, but if it was true, why did she have no memory of the life she had before?

His hand would occasionally brush on hers, and he has to remind himself that she was not the one he loved, even if it hurt to swallow. He wasn't used to her, at all. He was used to you clinging onto his arm for dear life just because you loved the warmth his body gave.

“It's very rude to stare.” Her voice slightly startled him, interrupting him from gazing at her face.

His eyes went back to the sidewalk in from of him, both of his hands pushing their way to his pockets. “Sorry. Force of habit. She looks just like you.” She pitied him. She pitied him for losing the love of his life at such a young age. Judging by his age, he was about a teenager. Who knew teenagers acted so grown up nowadays.

“Tell me about her.” She egged him on to continue. For some reason, he felt at ease when he was with her. It may be the fact that she looked identical to his past lover or the fact that he was still clinging onto that last piece of hope he had for her, praying that she'll stop and say that it was all just a prank.

“Well, for starters, she looks like you and acts like you.” Five looked at her up and down, she only nodded along at his words, showing him that even though she was walking, she was still listening to him. “Even the mannerisms, she used to put her hands on her hips a lot.” It baffled Five's mind as to why he was so open with her, not hesitating to talk about his lover.

“Sounds like a keeper.” She humorously winked toward his way. A blush quickly formed on Five's cheeks, he turned in the other direction so that she wouldn't see how flustered she made him. He still wasn't used to her being familiar but unfamiliar at the same time.

“She is.” He smiled at her, while she returned one. Even though it was strange for a person to claim that she looked and acted like their past lover, she can't help but sympathize with the young man.

Her eyes glanced over to the wristwatch, seeing as there's some time to spare to slow down a bit, she chit-chatted with him further. “How old are you anyway? You look young.” She asked him once she had seen the time on her watch.

A sigh left his lips. Whenever someone would ask him how old he was, he would answer the same thing every time. “A little over the legal age.” It was difficult to explain to people how he was a 50-year-old stuck inside a 13-year-old's body. They simply won't comprehend it.

“How many years you've been together?” By now, she was genuinely curious about the sappy love story, wanting to know more about him and his mystery wife that was identical to her.

“Many years. That's what I'll tell 'ya.” They did spend many years together, with each other through thick and thin, throughout the ruthless job they had. They were each other's anchors, in a way, they couldn't live without each other. Yet there he was, living without you.

One thing she noticed, is that he acted rather mature for his age. Her eyes panned over to the tall building in front of them, the building that she dedicated her life to for so many years. Five observed the building quietly, the letter 'H' in big bold lettering was plastered right across the very top.

“Here we are.” Her hands pointed over to the building, starting to walk up the countless stairs that were placed at the entrance. She conspired that it was for the employees of the building, to wake them up before going to work, being a form torture for them.

Five followed suit, also cursing the numerous flight of stared sprawled out in front of them. The cold air hit Five's face after pushing the doors open with his lanky arms, goosebumps traveled all across his body at the new temperature, contradicting the warm sunny air outside. He stopped a few steps inside the building lobby, observing it.

The yellow warm lighting hit the furniture perfectly, with not a single cold toned of furniture in sight. It was modern but homey and cozy at the same time. The lobby was filled with people, all in suits or dresses, ranging from short to long. It was evident that this company knew what they were doing. There wasn't a child in sight, all their parents were, of course.

There were hushed voices, a mere whisper if he'd get too far away from where the sound was coming from. Rich people adorned the place, with diamond necklaces hanging from their necks, expensive champagne in wine glasses in their hands, and their teeth as white as the pearls they bought for fun. Five didn't know exactly what her company did, but he was sure that people inside the building were as egotistical as him.

She looked over at Five who observed the place, then back to her wristwatch. “Actually, nice knowing you, Five. I need to go for that meeting.” She was already starting to walk away from the boy, not giving him time to answer as she was running late for the important, but boring meeting.

Five simply shrugged at the girl, making his way to one of the sofa chairs that was scattered all around the lobby. He sat down, hearing a few of his bones cracking at the action. He took one of the magazines that were placed on the coffee table in front of him, reading his heart away.

Nightfall came, more and more people left the lobby, and only a few employees were left inside the building. Five was still on the sofa chair he sat in earlier, waiting for her. He was sure that the meeting was already done, and she was only fixing up a few things but he was persistent. He wanted to see her before he left to go back into his lonely home.

A ding of the elevators interrupted his thoughts, causing him to look at where the sound came from. It was like this for many hours on end, his stomach rumbling as he hadn't eaten anything yet except for the meal he had earlier at Diego and Lila's place. Then came out her frame, her head lodged into her shoulder bag as she checked if there was something she accidentally left.

“Y/n.” Five called out to her. It was weird for him to call your name to another girl. He had always felt that your name only suited you. It rolled off his tongue perfectly in a way that he was bound to say it.

The girl named Y/n, who wasn't Five's Y/n, looked up to his voice. She was surprised to see him, after all, she'd already said her goodbyes to him earlier on. She figured Five had gone home after she said her goodbye. “Five? What are you doing here?” She stopped right in her tracks, in the middle of the lobby, halfway to where Five sat rather uncomfortably in his chair.

“I wanted to see you before you left.” His face softened at her state. She knew what he was doing. He was being in denial of the fact that his wife had already passed away. He was being in denial of the fact that she was not you.

Five is an intelligent man. More intelligent than all his siblings combined, but when it came to you, he was the dumbest man alive. If you asked him to do anything, he would do it in a heartbeat. He loved you, he loved you more than any word in the dictionary could describe.

Five used her as an escape from the sad reality he now lived in. He used the person who looked exactly like you and acted exactly like you, to fill the empty feeling in his heart that could only be filled by you. Yet even with her standing in front of him, with your face and all, she didn't exactly fill anything. She was only a vessel, a body that wasn't occupied with your memories.

Five understood that fact. That she can never be you, and that she will never be you. Five understood everything, but he had a hard time swallowing. Whenever she stared at her face, all he could think of was you. Whenever he gazed into her eyes, all he could think of was you.

He watched as she slowly walked toward him, a gentle expression on her face. Once she was faced to face with him, she brought a hand to his face. The first time he ever touched her. He leaned more into her touch, closing his eyes as he imagined that the person in front of him was you. Another hand was brought up to his face, her fingertips brushing across his forehead, combing the few stray hairs on his face.

He let his tears slip quietly, he finally let himself go, letting his tears flow down. The tears he tried his best to not slip ever since he saw her on the sidewalk. His hands wrapped around her hands tightly. She let him do whatever he wanted, it was the least she could do for her grieving acquaintance.

He felt his fingers brush over the tears, wiping them away as he opened his eyes. Revealing his green eyes that were as vibrant as an oak tree's leaves, they were slightly turning red due to the tears he let out. He watched her sympathetic expression as the tears poured out once more, not once had he made a sound, they poured out quietly.

“I'm not her, Five.” She took a pause, her hands warming up his face. “I will never be her.”

She pushed him toward the sofa chair he sat on earlier, placing her shoulder bag on the coffee table in front of them as she placed herself in front of Five's body that was now sitting down. Her hands made their way back to his face, the other employees and clients looking at them with judgmental looks.

“I don't know how to love you.” He pushed his face more into her hands as he listened to her speak. “It's not right for me to push myself onto you. It's disrespectful for her.” One of her hands raked along his black hair.

“Me and her, we're different people, Five. As much as I know you don't like hearing it.” By now, he leaned his head on her stomach, getting the comfort he needed. She didn't care if he stained her clothes that were all too expensive for her wallet, she wanted to help him as much as she possibly could.

Suddenly, Five stood up, embracing her in a tight hug. A hug that he longed for, a hug that he needed. And she let him, she let him do whatever that worked out for him. God knows he needed it.

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Staring Contest with a Dead Teenager

Author's Note: This is based on a comic posted on another tumblr account. The link to it is pasted below, at the end of the oneshot. In this story, the Avengers in this one shot consist of Steve, Natasha, Clint, Loki, Bucky, Thor, Sam, Bruce, and Tony. For those who need a time line, this happens before Avengers: Age of Ultron, but after Captain America: Winter Soldier.

DP x Marvel

New York City. Known as the city that never sleeps, and the city that keeps being destroyed or attacked by abnormal criminals or invaded by alien armies. Pretty much anything can be considered the norm for a city that's been through as much as New York.

Apparently, there are entities that take that as a challenge.

For almost every other day, these.... creatures appear out of seemingly nowhere. The Avengers would suit up, get there, only to find nothing but minimum property damage. The Avengers helped out the emergency workers there with the fearful civilians. But aside from a little dirt and dust from the debris, and a couple scratches here and there, they were all relatively left unharmed.

Back at the tower, the Avengers held a team meeting to discuss the strange event. Yeah, they thought that it's great that the chaos stopped, but the question that continued to run through the Avenger's mind is, why?

The Avengers doubt the reason being them. Based on the limited reports they received with these creatures abilities, flight, intangibility, super strength, emitting qualities, etc; the list just seemed to go on. If Earth's Mightest Heroes were to go into battle against one of these entities, the Avengers would definitely have their hands full in such a fight.

But it only happened once, the Avengers just shrugged and went back to the tower, hoping that this was just a one time occurance.

They hoped, but they didn't hold their breath. With their luck, the Avengers doubt this to be a 'one time thing'.

A few days later, the Avenger's suspicions turned out to be right. Calls and reports came rolling in of another entity, this one different from the last but definitely part of the same species, causing chaos and destruction in New York once again.

Again, the Avengers suited up, arrived, and no one was there. This time, there were some witnesses who retold the group of heroes what happened with wide eyes.

To their surprise, another entity appeared, fought the first one, before containing it in a cylinder object and then fleeing the scene just before the Avengers arrived. They stayed to offer their help once more, but there wasn't much needed to be done.

Like the first time, there was minimal damage and aside from scrapes and bruises, the civilians were pretty much left unharmed.

This process happened for two weeks straight, and many of the Avengers were beginning to become restless with lack of answers. So, they began to search for them before/after every attack.

The first thing they did, thanks to Tony, was look through the security footage. But every single footage and camera they look through, it's all scrambled and only during these entities appearance. But once they leave, the footage cleared up as if it wasn't even glitching out in the first.

Now Tony, Loki, and Natasha are curious while Sam, Steve, and Thor seem frustrated, Thor even more so surprisingly. And the rest were just neutral, really, they are just curious about what's going on.

After another two weeks and the Avengers finding basically nothing. Steve was getting serious. These occurrences have happened too many times and the Avengers have made zero progress in figuring out what's going on.

The soldier was getting antsy.

He needed to know what these entities are, who they are, and what the hell are they doing in New York?

So, one day, upon arriving back at the tower, none of them didn't even get the chance to change out of their uniform when Steve turns to the group.

"We need to contact Fury."

Fury wasted no time in getting to work.... they didn't do much better than the Avenger's much to Fury's own frustration.

All the more proving the need to know these creatures and their purpose. The only thing Fury, Hill, and the rest of their people managed to do was isolate the energy signature these entities give out.

The best plan they were able to come up with was for the team to split up and discreetly patrol New York until one of these signatures appeared.

On the first day, nothing happened, same with the second, only for them to have missed the appearance of two entities on the second night. At least that solidifies the many eye witness reports of one entity appearing to take down the other before the two would disappear.

That didn't stop the frustration and anger the Avengers felt for the missed opportunity. The next day they stayed out longer and into the night, waking up early to begin the next day.

It was that day that something happened while Tony, Steve, Loki, and Sam were on patrol, the rest asleep and waiting for their turn to take the evening/late night patrol.

Hill suddenly spoke into the comms.

"A energy spike down Park Avenue!", Hill suddenly exclaims.

"I'm close by, on my way. Be there in five.", Tony announced, already adjusted his flight.

"Stark, you can't just go flying in. We don't know what these things are.", Steve protested.

"I thought this was the whole point of your patrol schedule thingy that you roped the rest of us in with Thor's help.", Tony snarked back with a roll of his eyes.

"All I'm saying is that you should wait for back up before encountering the hostiles.", Steve tries to placate Tony.

"Hostiles, hostiles. Why are we making this plural. Based on reports that you oh so love to use, one of these so called 'hostiles' have been doing our job for us.", Tony shot back, "I say we got at least one friendly and one hostile."

"The point is, we don't know.", Steve retorted, voice sounding more strained and harsh in his alarm, "We have to be careful with this-."

"Too late. Spotted them.", Tony interrupted as his screens picked up and zoomed in on bright flashes of green and blue light in the distance, "I'm going in."

"Stark!"

Tony was quick, flying and coming to a quick stop, hands out and blasters charged up and at the ready.

Only to stare at the side of a kid sucking up a tall pale figure into what looked to be futuristic thermos in a bright flash of light.

Tony had his face plate flip so as to see whether or not his systems were malfunctioning.

But nope.

Floating kid is still there, also noticed Tony flying there. He clutched the thermos tightly to his chest with a sheepish deer in head-lights look on his face. Is that green smoke coming from the strange contraption.

"Stark! One of the signatures just disappeared.", Hill exclaims urgently in the comms, "What do you see?"

He sees a kid. But Tony, for the life of him, couldn't bring himself to say a seemingly simple sentence. Still staring at the white haired floating kid, who just stared dumbly back.

"Be careful! The remaining entity is close to you. It seems to be very powerful!"

They were being shown up by kid. Not gonna lie, that hurt Tony's pride actually, but also made the playboy, billionaire, genius, philanthropist very much worried.

What the hell happened to this kid in order to gain the kind of power that makes Maria Hill worried?

Why is there a floating kid again?

And Tony just hovers, staring at the kid, because based on his 'deer in headlights' look becoming more obvious, the kid could hear Hill through the comm. He waits for the kid to speak first.

And the damn kid just says, "Hi there."

What is Tony's life right now?

As stated from the top, this is based off a comic, here's a link to the original below.

#the avengers #mcu #marvel #tony stark #pepper potts #steve rodgers #danny phantom #going ghost #dp #tony ran into danny #staring ensues #Danny just stares back #ghost boy pretends its just a staring contest and not life or death #this is confusing #tony stark speechless for once

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