#yes tony looks like an alien don't @ me

[endless-ineffabilities]

babydoll

Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

word count: 800 ▪︎ masterlist

The reader and Bucky have a 4am encounter.

You scramble out of bed, groggy from sleep. Having woken up half an hour ago, you've just been lying there, staring at the ceiling, thinking of what Natasha said to you earlier.

"I have it on good authority that one Sergeant Barnes has his eye on you."

"Oh? And whose authority is that?"

"Mine, of course," she winked, "The only authority you can trust in this compound, mind you."

Your footsteps make no sound as you quietly walk to the shared kitchen on your floor. Everyone's sound asleep, or potentially out at some bar, if they were coaxed into it by Sam. Potentially world-ending events, terrorist threats, homicidal purple aliens. Whatever might come, Sam's enthusiasm to grab a drink and lay back will never wane. Everyone's best friend.

The panel to the kitchen slides open, F.R.I.D.A.Y. scanning and recognizing you. You blink through the haze of sleep, and proceed to rummage through the fridge. Tony's cheeseburgers, Wanda's borscht, Nat's carefully planned meals. And an obscene amount of beer. Taking one, you shuffle around for the bottle opener.

"Need some help with that?" A deep voice asks, startling the shit out of you. The bottle slips from your fingers, but a metal arm catches it just before it empties out on the floor.

"Fuck!" Your eyes meet Bucky's in the faint light, "you really do move like a ghost, don't you?"

"Actually, the name's Buck," he hands the bottle to you, with a cheeky smirk, "and yes, I've been told that before."

"Funny," your heartbeat still races, but no longer due to the almost-accident.

"Here," he reaches forward and deftly twists the bottle cap off with one hand, and clinks his bottle to yours, "Cheers, babydoll."

You take a huge gulp of beer to stifle your awkwardness. Damn him and his hulking form and his sensual musk and his steel blue gaze.

"What was that you called me?" you leaned back against the counter to steady yourself, "Don't think you've said it before. Not to me anyway."

"Hmm, what? Babydoll?" There's a playfulness in his eyes, as if he's aware of how he's making you feel.

"Yeah, it sounds... nice."

He takes another swig of his drink, "Glad you think so. It suits you. Anyway, I'm sorry for scaring you like that. I was just sitting over there," he points to the couch in the dim corner of the room, "and you didn't seem to notice me."

"Couldn't sleep either?" You peer up at him, and let your eyes run over the faint lines around his. You make a mental note of how beautiful it is when he smiles and they appear like sunburst. It took a long time for Bucky to come back to himself, but he truly has let go of the Winter Soldier.

"Mmm," he leans against the counter beside you, and you're even closer than before, "sleep doesn't come easy to me. But at least I bumped into you now, eh?"

"Were you looking for me, Barnes?" You don't know where you've found the courage to flirt, but you're not dwelling on it.

"I just," he hesitates, pausing between his words, "haven't seen you around so much. And... I wanted to. See you more, that is."

Was Bucky getting flustered around you? Perhaps Natasha was not kidding, after all. You already hoped, but it's different to see it now, unfolding in front of you.

You smile, and his lips slowly curve upward while looking at you. "Why is that?"

"Y'know, the last person I called babydoll was this dame called Dot. I took her on a couple dates, back in the 40s. I liked her quite a lot then, so I suppose I saw fit to call her by that little name."

"Oh?" You mull over his words, confused as to why he's telling you about another girl. And then...

"Oh." You whisper once more, "So you..?"

He sets his beer on the counter, and stands in front of you. Bracing his hands on your waist, he lowers his lips close to your ear, "I like you quite a lot now, babydoll."

Blood rushes to your face, and you feel lightheaded. Definitely not due to the alcohol.

"And, I actually have it on good authority that you like me too," he adds.

Realization hits you, and you can't help but fondly roll your eyes, "Tell me, Buck, does this 'good authority' happen to be a certain redheaded former assassin?"

"Yeah, how did you..." His eyes widen slightly, "Oh, of course. She told you, didn't she?"

"That's our Nat," you smile, and testing the waters, you interlace your fingers behind his neck.

Sunburst lines erupt around his magnetic blue eyes, "So I take it she was telling the truth?"

"Oh, just kiss me already."

🖤

First ever Bucky blurb. I've always loved his character, but why did I feel like I was cheating on Aemond or Daemon? 😭 wow, I need therapy..

Not me thinking, 'Aemond would be so jealous right now.' Hahahaha it's a problem.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes one shot #mcu fic #sebastian stan #sebastian stan imagine

[6rookie-writer0110]

Same love

Peter Parker x Male Reader

Request: Tom Peter Parker x male Kryptonian reader, them reuniting with a kiss in the final battle then fighting together (in the endgame battle)

Peter managed to get the Gauntlet, now Thanos is trying to get it back. Peter is trying to get to Tony, but Thanos is going after Peter. Some of Thanos’ army start to chase Peter. Valkyrie, Carol, and Drax stepped in to fight the enemies then Wanda started to use her magic. Carol grabbed the gauntlet and she helped Peter stand up.

“Are you okay?” Carol asked.

“Yeah, I'm okay. I'm Spiderman” Peter smiled.

“You can call me, Carol,” Carol said.

She starts to help Peter and she uses he powers to fight the enemies. They managed to give the gauntlet to Tony. Then Tony snapped his fingers and everyone watched a portal open. Everyone starts to come out of the portal and Thanos is angry.

You come out of the portal. You don't remember what happened but you see everyone fighting a huge purple guy.

“Peter,” You said to yourself.

You use flight and you start to look for Peter. While looking for him, you used your lasers to kill the enemies.

“Y/n!” Peter yelled.

You see him and you fly towards him. Then he puts his hands on your face and he can't stop smiling.

“You are back! I missed you so much” Peter smiled.

He kissed you on the lips and he hugged you tight. You wrap your arms around him and you are happy to see him.

“I don't remember what happened. What is going on” You said.

“I will tell you later, Y/n. We have to stop the purple guy named Thanos” Peter said.

“Okay,” You said.

You are Kryptonian and you got caught in the snap. Peter is your boyfriend and you always knew that he is Spiderman and wants to be a part of the Avengers. And you know how much Peter cares about Tony Stark.

You help Peter fight the aliens. Drax tries to fight you but Peter tells him that you are the good guy.

“Blades can't hurt me,” You said.

“Next time, we will find out if it's true,” Drax said.

“Ummm, okay?” You said.

You and Drax start to fight alongside killing the enemies. He starts to off then he tells you how strong he is.

“I do have a name,” You said.

“Yes, I know. That's why I call you, laser boy” Drax said.

“It’s Y/n,” You said.

Peter couldn't help to laugh.

✬ ✬ ✬ ✬

After the battle, you and Peter are alone in his bedroom.

“What do you remember?” Peter asked.

“I just remember waiting for you at the movie theater for our date,” You said.

“Y/n, that happened five years ago. That day, I was in space when it happened” Peter said.

“No, way. What?” You said.

“Okay, Thanos got the gauntlet then he snapped his fingers. You got caught in the snap and half of the world went away. But some people call it the ‘blip’ and yes I was in space with Tony Stark” Peter said.

“This is a lot to process,” You said.

Peter starts to explain what happened and how he went to space. You are still speechless and you have so many questions.

—-—

You and Peter are home and he is being really affectionate with you. You and Peter are on the couch, and instead of watching the movie you and Peter start to kiss each other. He starts to kiss your neck then you start to kiss him on the lips again.

“I’m happy that you are back” Peter smiled.

“Me too. Feels strange that everyone is on a different timeline than me” You said.

“It will take a while to get used to, Y/n. How about we go out and have fun?” Peter said.

“I like that idea” You smiled.

It started to snow while you and Peter, were outside. You and Peter start to play in the snow, then start to throw snowballs at each other.

“You can't use your speed, Y/n” Peter laughed.

“You are just jealous, that I have speed” You laughed.

Peter’s spidey sense went up.

“There’s trouble,” Peter said.

“Alright, let's go,” You said.

You and Peter went into a dark alley. You changed clothes and he did the same. You picked up Peter in a bridal style and used flight to get to the crime scene faster.

“I missed you doing this to me and don't tell anyone,” Peter said.

“I won't tell anyone” You giggle.

Arriving at the crime scene, you let go of Peter. He jumped down and kicked the robber in the chest, then you used your lasers to destroy the wheels on their van. They have guns and you use yourself as a shield to protect Peter. Then Peter used his webs to tie up the robbers and the police arrived.

After that, you and Peter go home. You and Peter moved in together not that long ago.

“Tonight, I'm going to cook for you,” Peter said.

“Making sandwiches for dinner is not cooking,” You said.

“Y/n, I'm still going to cook and you will love it” Peter smirked.

“Okay, I'm ready for dinner,” You said.

You watched Peter start cooking. You did help cut the vegetables and you used your speed, to cut the tomatoes fast.

“Show off,” Peter said.

You just laughed then you watched him grill the chicken. When he finished, you tried the food

“Wow, this is good,” You said.

“See, I just proved you wrong” Peter smiled.

Then he kissed you on the cheek. You and Peter eat together and he tells what else he learned to cook.

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x male reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #peter parker fluff #marvel x male reader #spiderman imagine #spiderman x male reader #spiderman x reader

[cevansbaby-dove]

Lust Royale 3

Pairing:Dark!Andy Barber X Dark! Steve Rogers X Reader

warnings:Smut!

Summary: When Y/N is away on a mission with her boss, Steve, everything seemed to go well, until a dark figure in the form of Andy Barber appeared. From the moment he laid eyes on Y/N he knows he has to have her, and he's willing to do anything he can to get what's rightfully his. Little does he know that Steve is going in with that same mindset, wanting to protect Y/N at all costs, so he can have her for himself.

I love writing for reader's pov so this series will all be in reader's pov ;)

I woke up the next day to steve not next to me. I sit up and my mind went back to that night...oh god! What we did...

I get out of bed and open the door and look down the hall and see it's empty. I rush into your room and slam the door and sob my heart out, I didn't want you to get that close to Steve....for fucks sake he is my fucking boss!

I slide to the ground pulling my knees to my chest. God..what did i do?

After a few minuses of crying i knew you had to see him...but Now i'll see him differently now....i get into a light outfit of a shirt and jeans. I walk into the elevator and then step out and see Steve is talking to Nick Fury. here we go... I take a deep breath as i walk near Steve....Oh god he looking at me!

"Morning y/n" Steve said as I walk to him. "Hi" I said as i look at Fury and he says "I was just going over the mission...undercover"

Steve looks at me and licks his lips thinking back to last night..god I made him feel powerful with me on your knees in front of him. But then he says. "Agent Y/n will need to think about it" I nod rubbing your arm. "Rogers is right, this is a big mission...Can I think about this before just jumping into this?"

I look at him and Steve says. "She's right...she needs to think" I look at the floor and hear Fury say. "yes you can think about it but just for today"

I nod and say. "is that all sir?" Steve nods. "yes" I walk away.

Not even a few minutes I hear someone say over the intercom. "Agent y/n and Captain Rogers please head to the garage you are needed"

I turn the hallway and Steve is in his suit and I feel like I felt last night...weak in the knees I don't know how i keep walking with Steve and he says in a low tone. "Did you sleep well?"

I glance at him "yes Sir" He smiles. "Keep saying that and i won't be able to control what i do"

I feel blush creep onto my face and say. "yes....Sir"

we get into a fight with some aliens and Tony says. "well that could have been worse!"

After the fight I got hurt and Steve helps me to a hotel and has me sit on the bed oh goodie just one bed...how random. "I'll grab some bandaging"

he walks into the small kitchen and digs through. "Shit this hurts like hell" I sad. then I hear Steve say. "Language Y/N" I chuckle. 'Sorry Rogers"

He kneels in front of me and rolls up my pants leg and says. "Shit looks better than i thought it's just skin deep" I laugh softly. "Language Steve"

He looks at me with a smile. "Haha very funny" He gets my leg patched up and then says. 'Better?"

I nod looking into his Blue eyes. "yes"

He looks at the bed as well, and puts his bag down on the ground before looking at me.

"I can sleep on the ground" Steve says, giving me a sweet smile. "Oh, no, that's not happening. You need to rest well, you're exhausted. I'll sleep on the ground, it's no problem"

I quickly reply, but he shakes his head.

"You're not sleeping on the ground, darling. You're just as exhausted as I am, so you're sleeping in the bed" he says.

I shake my head. "I'm not getting in that bed, Cap. I'm gonna sleep right here, or even on a chair, I don't care! As long as you get the sleep you need" I kindly tell, and he looks at me from head to toe.

"I should get washed up' I said looking at him. He nods. 'Sure i can uh..take a shower after you"

I slowly stand up and say. "We'd uh...save water if we..." i look away and Steve lifts my face to look into his eyes. "You sure?" I feel like my mouth is like sand paper. "yes...Yes sir" And that's all it took for his lips to be on mine. He lifted me up so easily and carries me to the bathroom.

When we reach the bathroom i say. "Steve...I should really undress" he kisses my neck making me moan and tipping my head back. "Hmm good idea babygirl"

He takes my shirt off and sees my black bra and says "Damn you look sexy"

He sets me on feet and turns the shower on as i take my pants off along with my black underwear. i hiss softly at the pain from my wound. Steve looks at me. "stills hurts?" I nod "it's okay"

He gets under the water after discarding his suit. "Get in here, darling" Steve said, holding his hand out for me. I slowly take it, and let him pull me into the shower. Instead of letting go of my hand, he immediately pulls me closer to him and kissing my lips with lots of passion and lust in his kiss.

I kiss him back, and wrap my arms around his neck. My God, I've been wanting to do this for months!

We make our for a while until he stops the kiss by biting my lower lip. I moan at the feeling, making him smirk before he let's go. I press my lips against his again, and take a step forward so he's against the shower wall.

he smiles. "oh are you wanting to be in control this time?" he raised an eyebrow and my hand moves down his chest to his cock. "maybe"

he groans feeling my hand pump him. I kiss him as i keep going. I take a gentle grip on his hardening member, and start to give it slow strokes.

I earn another silent groan from Steve, feeling his member getting harder and harder every second. After only a few slow strokes, he grabs my wrist and holds it up, stopping the kiss as well. "What happened to our shower babygirl?"

I smile. "I want to relive last night sir...please"

Steve smiles. "Oh yea?" I nod. "Get on your knees for me, darling" Steve says, growling a little as he talks.

I look right into his eyes, lick my lips and bite them after. "Anything for you, sir" I silently reply, almost whispering as I slowly get down on my knees where I face his hard member.

I moan at the sight, and start pumping him again, teasingly slow. Steve starts to buck his hips a little, asking me to go faster.

I stop my movements, and slowly move my head closer to his cock.

I lick a strip up from his balls to his tip, and place a soft kiss on the tip. Steve licks his lips a few times, looking down at me while I lick his shaft again moaning slightly.

"Don't tease me Babygirl" Steve groans, making me smirk. I lick his shaft one more time, kiss his tip and earn another groan.

I slowly take his cock in my mouth, and take as much as I can in my mouth, letting it touch the back of my throat.

I slowly move my head up and down, hollowing my cheeks every so often as I massage his balls with my hand. "F... F-faster, Babygirl" Steve says, running his hand through my hair and keeping it on the back of my head, grabbing a fist full of hair as he slowly bucks his hips.

I start going fast, faster and faster, while he bucks his hips with me and groans a few times.

I keep sucking, and moan at the feeling of his cock twitching in my mouth. "I'm gonna...." Steve doesn't get to say what he was going to say before before I feel his warm cum rolling down my throat.

I stand up and we wash up and he steps out handing me a towel then he gets an idea. "Bend over the sink"

"what?" he grabs my chin. "do as i say" I nod. 'Yes sir'

I bend over on the sink and see him in the mirror. He smiles as he walks to me.

Steve's hands touch my leg and he moves his hands up to my ass lightly slapping it.

""Spread your legs for me" he says, looking at me through the mirror. I do as he says, and look back to see him. "fuck i love seeing you this way"

He looks at me for permission, so I give him a little smile and a nod, so he smiles back at me for a second before going back in the dominant mood.

He bends over, resting his upper body on my back, and starts kissing from the back of my neck down to my lower back. "You're beautiful, and all mine...you got that babygirl? No one else can have you...Not even Barber" he silently says, with a little growl as I close my eyes in pleasure. "Say it darling, say that you're all mine" he adds, while his fingers slowly trace my folds as he still kisses my back.

"I'm yours Steve" He grins hearing me moan and i close my eyes as he keeps touching me. Steve says in my ear. "Eyes open, babygirl. I want you to watch in the mirror"

Steve commands, giving me goosebumps all over my body. I slowly look up, and see myself in the mirror.

My cheeks are flushed, and Steve is still behind me. "Good girl, you ready to take me?" he asks, tracing my folds with his tip as I moan at the feeling.

"I'm... ready...sir" I moan, making him smirk. He lines up to my entrance, and begins to slowly push himself into me.

One of his hands is resting on my back, the other one is holding my waist. I let out a loud moan and squeeze my eyes shut as he keeps pushing himself into me, he's fucking huge but god the burn feels good within seconds.

Steve says in my ear. "You can take it, darling" I slowly open my eyes again and feel a little tear rolling down my cheek.

Not because I don't want this, because I really fucking do, but because of his size. He's stretching me out, and it hurts, but it's good pain.

"You ok?" He gets a worried look when he sees the tear on my cheek. I nod. He says. "Use your words please" His tone softens now i know he' really worried. "Steve I'm okay please keep going"

"Good girl, keep your eyes open while I fuck you, yeah?" he asks, so I moan our a little 'yes, Captain', and Steve pulls out almost entirely before slamming back into me.

His thrusts are slow at first, but they keep going faster every time. We both moan and groan, watching ourselves in the mirror while Steve thrusts into me.

i gasp feeling close. "Steve..i'm...." I moan and he says. "What do you cal me babygirl?"

"Sir...Fuck i'm so close" I said as my eyes roll into the back of my head. Steve chuckles. "taking me so well baby good girl"

He keeps moving and he says. "Me too..hmm..let go first i'm right behind you...no pun intended" He chuckled. I giggle softly then I snap. "Fuck fuck!" I let go and Steve says. "good girl..."

I can feel Steve's cum filling me up at the exact same moment, groaning before riding out our highs. "Such a good girl, you took me so well, babygirl"

Steve silently says, pulling out of me before looking right into my eyes through the mirror.

He helps me stand up straight, and lifts me up the sink now so that I can sit. "You okay?" Steve asks, looking at every part of my face while puppy Steve shows up again.

I nod my head in reply, still catching my breath as he frowns a little. "Words, Y/N. Are you okay?" he asks, needing the real confirmation from me.

"I'm okay, Stevie" I finally reply, followed by a deep breath. "Are you sure?" Steve asks me again, making me smile. "I'm sure, I'm okay. Are you okay?" I ask in reply, giggling a little which makes him smile as well.

"yes I'm alright Rogers" He smiles brushing my hair from my face. "I'm always worried i would hurt you..." I press a soft kiss to his lips then lean my head on his. "Don't worry i'll let you know if you hurt me..."

He smiles. "Now can we sleep then?" I nod. "yes sir' he helps me off the sink and we walk into the bedroom and he says. "I can take the floor"

I laugh. "we just had sex Steve..sleeping in the same bed won't kill us Rogers"

He nods. 'okay if your sure" We get into bed and Steve looks at me. "Will this...change how you see me?" I turn and look at him. "Um...yes i think it would but..is that a bad thing?"

Steve smiles. "um..no..i don't think so" I shut my eyes. "good" Steve looks at me sleeping and smiles then soon fall asleep.

tags:@nicoline1998enilocin @bookishtheaterlover7 @cutedisneygrl @angelbabyyy99 @patzammit @armystay89

#steve rogers #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve x reader #steven grant rogers #chris evans #chris evans fic #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fanfic #chris evans x reader fluff #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x yn

[shayyprasad]

stuck with you | peter parker

summary: you love him, but you hate him. maybe you'll be able to love him a little bit more if it's really just the two of you.

"we're lost." you declared. 

"no, we aren't."

"yes, we are!"

"fine, then, mr. navigator, where are we?"

"um... er, we are— we are right here."

you rolled your eyes, along with a string of curses. 

peter sighed, "this is my life now. i have climbed this hill, and will die upon it."

"shut it. we've only been walking for 20 minutes. in the direction you said to go," you threw you hands up in frustration. yes, walking for 20 minutes, but stranded for maybe around 3 hours, you'd guess.

the plan, at first, was to wait for your father, tony, and the rest of the team to find you, but it'd had become quite evident after a while that they weren't coming for you.

"just because i have spider-sense, doesn't mean i have common sense!"

"well, i know that now!" after a moment, you pinched the bridge of your nose. "look, us stupidly arguing isn't gonna get us anywhere, okay?"

peter sighed, half-heartedly shrugging. you went back to fiddling with your ear comm, hoping to get it back online. for a moment, you heard static, and you squealed.

"what? what?"

and then it went back to silence. "goddamnit." you were very, very close to chucking it off a cliff. "aren't you, like, a tech genius or something? can't you do something with this?"

"i already tried. all i got was radio silence. we're completely off the grid, dumb-ass."

"you don't think i know that? god, why did i get stuck with the spider-kid?" you mumbled the second part under your breath.

"hey!"

oops. forgot about the spider-hearing. 

"okay, well— at least— at least my powers don't consist of freaking levitation!"

"it's not levitation!"

"my bad, telekinesis."

"psychokinesis!"

"same thing. who cares?"

you scowled and used your mental concentration to lift him a good 20 feet into the air.

"don't—" he yelped, "put me down!"

"don't put you down?"

"no! put. me. down!"

"can't hear you up there."

"you actual piece of— drop me! wait, no, not—"

you weren't doing anything bad. just what he told you to do. peter landed on the ground with a loud thud. that had to hurt, you thought.

"because all i can do is levitate things," you mocked, "how dumb. at least i don't shoot webs out of my ass-crack."

"i don't—"

but by then, you'd already tuned him out. one of your headaches was coming on, because you normally didn't lift heavy things in the air, or really, not most things. you were still figuring out how to use them.

it wasn't something you regretted though, it was very worth it.

"—and you know, i'm sure that—"

how was he still going?

"—because you haven't even started—"

i might chuck him off a cliff instead.

"—crazy, since—"

you gritted your teeth, massaging your temple, "please stop talking."

"hah! i'm sure you'd love— y/n? are you good?"

"yes," you waved his concern off (along with the butterflies in your stomach), "i'm fine."

"regret that yet?"

"no," you grinned. "never."

peter flopped down, sitting up against a tree. "i'm sure."

you joined him, taking a seat beside peter. in complete exhaustion, you dropped your head on his shoulder, quietly inhaling the smell of him. pinewood, aftershave, and a tinge of sweat. 

he flinched slightly at the action, but looped an arm around you. 

moments like this made being near peter actually nice. for once, you enjoyed his company. but the feeling didn't last long, because the reality of being stranded in a giant forrest/jungle/whatever other word for this place hit hard after a second.

"jeez, are we ever gonna get home?"

"yes. maybe. i mean, probably." he stammered.

"this is definitely worst case scenario. stuck on an alien planet, lost in— in whatever this was. were these even trees? were trees purple with yellow studs sticking out of them? 

you didn't know. you just wanted to go home. granted, peter's presence was making this slightly better, but still. 

"it's okay," you heard him say. "you can sleep. i got you, y/n." peter kissed the top of your head, and you subconciously smiled.

"you know," you murmured, "i'm glad that if i'm stuck with anyone here, i'm stuck with you."

and then you were falling, falling, into a deep, dreamless sleep, with pitch black envloping you entirely.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #peter parker #spiderman #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #fluff #drabble blurb thing #enemies to lovers

[thestarkerisobvious]

I Have To Tell You Something

Waking up with Peter in his bed, with Peter in his arms.  Was there a better feeling on this planet, or in any other?  Peter sitting up to rub the sleep out of his eyes, to yawn and stretch, to reach for his phone and then dismiss it, looking happily down at Tony before laying back down again.  Tony was happy.  Tony was on cloud nine.

That was his only thought as he inquired about Peter’s day, Peter’s plans, Peter’s agenda.  As Peter reached for his phone again and started talking, Tony only had one thought in his head.  This was too good to be true.  This was paradise.

Then paradise stood up and began to climb out of bed, then stopped.  

“I have to tell you something.”

Tony’s chest tightened.  He didn’t know how the kid did it - Tony had once flown a bomb into an alien wormhole and the only panic he felt came years later - but this kid could do it.  Say the one thing that made his whole body cold and his forehead sweat.  It was uncanny… like this kid had superpowers, or something….

“Yeah… it’s… okay this is really hard…”

There he was sitting, like a vision on Tony’s bed, naked as the day he was born, grinning in the afterglow and, supposedly, headed off to take a shower when he had stopped short and sat down again.  He was taking deep breaths before speaking.  Tony couldn’t breathe at all.

“... because I really like you…. THIS.  I mean I really like this.  Kind of a lot.  Like it’s… gosh the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me.  And that includes going into outer space with you.  And I don’t… I don’t want you to think…”

Tony opened his mouth but nothing came out.  Of course.  The superpowered miracle in his bed was about to break up with him.  What else was there for a mere human to say?

 “Oh gosh, I mean I hope you don't kick me out of the penthouse for this but…”

“Peter!”  Tony said, finding his voice at last.  Right now the boy was blushing slightly and looking like an angel from some extra-divine level of heaven.  Only Tony was pretty sure the extra-divine levels of heaven wouldn’t approve of older mentors taking their 20-something mentees to bed on occasion.  On many occasions.  Okay on all occasions when they weren’t out saving the world.

But it was no-strings-attached-sex, Tony had insisted.  It could start and stop whenever Peter wanted and there would be no consequences… Tony insisted… no consequences for saying “yes” but also no consequences for saying “no” either.  Tony had made that crystal clear… hadn’t he??  He had to make it clear once again.  

“Peter,” he scolded, sitting up at last.  Peter was sitting crosslegged on Tony’s massive Alaska King - Tony copied him and now they sat knee-to-knee to talk.  As if Tony didn’t have a care in the world.  As if he weren’t steeling himself to receive the bad news that Peter was done with the “benefits” part of the “friends with benefits.”  

Steeling himself?  He was Iron Man.  He was Iron-ing himself.  He would survive this.

He could survive having his heart ripped out by this young boy, couldn’t he?  Hadn’t his heart suffered more damage than this?

“...Robin… you are always going to be welcome in the Batcave.”  Even if it meant Peter would go back to sleeping in his room and Tony would lay down in this cold, huge bed.  Heartbroken and alone.  “So don’t talk like that.  You know none of this…”  He waved his hand around the rumpled sheets.  “You know this isn’t what matters.  Just… tell me anything you want.”

For a moment, Peter’s face fell in disappointment.  And Tony realized he would move heaven and earth to wipe that look of disappointment off Peter’s face.  Even if it meant Peter didn’t want to get naked with him anymore, Tony would have to be okay with that.  As long as Peter was happy.

“Anything, Peter,” Tony found his mouth saying now.  He hooked his hand around the back of Peter’s head and pulled their foreheads close.  “I mean it,” he said, and was surprised to find he was sincere.

Peter took another deep breath.

“I really need you to…”

Another deep breath.  He touched their foreheads together.  Then he leaned into Tony’s embrace to lay his head on Tony’s shoulder, whispering into the older man’s embrace.  

“I really need you to stay closer after I… after you make me come.  I mean… I mean we don’t have to snuggle-snuggle… but…”

Tony moved his legs out the way and wrapped his arms around the boy, pulling him close.

“I mean… I guess… maybe I do?” Peter asked, sounding slightly relieved.  “Need to snuggle, I mean… just for a moment, not forever…”

“Oh kid, of course, why didn’t you just ask?” Tony said, or would have, if he could have spoken.  Instead he was just pulling Peter’s head to his chest and rocking him back and forth.  So the kid couldn’t see.  So the kid couldn’t see his face breaking with relief, with gratitude.  Peter wasn’t ending this ill-conceived mismatched sexual liaison… not yet.  Not today.  Tony still had a few days left in paradise.    

“...and… I don't know but… if maybe you could…”  Peter was continuing, feeling bolder.  Tony kissed the side of his face in encouragement.  

“What, baby?”

“…if you could talk to me.  Afterward.  Just a little, I mean.  Your voice is such a turnon… but after I come it just goes away completely and that leaves me feeling… unmoored.”  

And Tony Stark, the man Pepper had described as a “wall of sound,” the man who had driven lovers mad with his inability to stop talking after sex, the man who had spent a solid decade disappearing after sex just to avoid his struggles to avoid conversation, that Tony Stark, said yes.

He said it calmly, of course.  He held his young lover tight and chuckled at Peter’s embarrassment, explaining that the only way for the two of them to be good in bed together was to practice, and making a few obscene suggestions along the way.  Peter was all grins and snuggled into Tony’s embrace, gladly engaging in the conversation, making suggestions of his own, and generally expressing relief.  And Tony…

…Tony was laughing at himself.  Laughing in relief.  He had made such an effort to stay silent in bed, to leave Peter alone, to give Peter his space.  But what if he didn’t have to do that?  What if he didn’t have to try so hard?  He was all grins now, just like the boy in his arms.

He was on cloud nine.

#Starker #Peter Parker/Tony Stark #thewitchway writes stuff #Tony Feels #Peter Feels #Tony needs a hug

[keerysfreckles]

saving you - peter parker

pairing: tom!peter x stark!reader

warnings: use of y/n, she/her, swearing, mentions of blood and fighting (scenes used from endgame)

a/n: i love peter parker sm i just HAD to write another blurb (also for my bexi boo mwah)

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y/n never thought she'd fight a giant purple alien from space, let alone fighting him twice. five years ago she was on titan fighting the alien, then she blipped, alongside half of the world.

five years later she's on the same planet fighting the same purple asshole.

herself and others all came out of different sized portals created by doctor strange. y/n walked out with peter parker, her best friend. she looked around, seeing the army of avengers, ready to fight the battle.

her and peter, and everyone else, got in their positions as they heard steve, "avengers. assemble."

and with those two words, the team of most likely one hundred people ran towards thanos' army.

sam and valkyrie ended up in the sky at some point during the battle, while everyone else mostly stayed on the ground. scott turned huge again since the fight in germany, and immediately started stomping on the evil aliens.

the rest of the avengers started fighting the aliens that remained on the ground. bucky snd rocket shooting them together, with groot branching his arms through the aliens' bodies.

y/n and peter never left each others side as they ran towards the battle. the avengers' goal was to get tony's gaunlet away from thanos once it had all six infinity stones in it. all they had to do was get thanos' gaunlet, easy.

ten minutes pass and most of the avengers are injured while lying on the ground, the only few remaining are tony, steve, thor, peter, y/n, clint, valkyrie and pepper.

dealing with the team of eight they have, they create a plan to beat thanos.

"y/n, sweetheart i know you can fight and i know you can fight well," tony starts, placing his hands on his daughters shoulders, "but i need you to run away, i don't want you anywhere near here when we get the stones, capisce?"

a concerned look shows up on y/n's face, "what? dad, no, i'm not just leaving you guys here. let me he-"

y/n got cut off by tony hugging her, followed by pepper hugging her as well.

the family of three backed up from each other. tony looked back to the rest of the remaining avengers, giving y/n the signal to walk away.

yes, she was going to walk away from the problem, but as she saw her father, and peter start running towards thanos she knew she couldn't just watch.

taking out the ninja stars she has in her suit, she throws them at thanos' wrist to try and get his gaunlet off.

"what- y/n! i told you to run!" tony yells from inside his suit, while blasting thanos.

"i told you, i'm not just leaving you guys!" y/n yells.

tony backs away slightly, before finding clint with the red iron man gauntlet. tony takes it from him and passes it to peter. "peter run!" tony yells before going back to fight with thanos.

y/n watches as peter runs from thanos with her dad's gaunlet.

peter runs as fast as he can before he gets knocked down into a pile of rubble. a giant blue and yellow beam comes down in front of him.

"hi- hello," peter stutters to the blonde woman, "i'm peter parker."

"well peter parker," the woman starts, "you have something for me?"

peter nods as he hands her tony's gaunlet before she flies off.

peter stands up from the rubble, and watches in shock as y/n is on thanos' shoulders trying to fight him.

"y/n!" he yells as he watches thanos throw the poor girl at least 100 yards away. peter immediately runs after to look for her, "um- mr. stark, sir i'm going to try and find y/n."

"oh you better find my daughter alive parker," tony grumbles into the teams shared intercoms.

finally seeing the sight of y/n rolled over onto her side, holding her stomach, peter removes the nano-tech mask from his face.

he rolls y/n over to see the girl with dust and small marks of blood on her face. "hey, hey y/n you gotta wake up. your dad's gonna kill me if you don't," peter laughs, shaking the girl.

"cmon, please wake up."

tears brim peter's eyes, seeing the girl he's fallen in love with get hurt right in front of his eyes.

the only thought going through the boys mind was that he never got to tell her how he felt.

as he talked on his com, his voice was weak. "mr- mr stark i need help! she isn't waking up!"

tony's heart rate drops. disregarding the giant purple alien in front of him, he flies over to where he saw peter run off to. he flies down to the ground to be met with an unconscious y/n in peter's arms.

"friday, read y/n's vitals," tony instructs his ai.

"vitals steady. oxegyn decreased 20%. heartbeat decreased 10%."

"shit," tony mumbles. "you stay with her kid, i have to beat this asshole," he gestures back to thanos. "keep her alive!" tony yells as he flies back to the main fight going on.

peter looks down at y/n again, still with tears threatening to spill over. "y/n," his voice cracks, "please don't leave me."

the tears mentioned before finally spill, leaving peter's cheeks hot and lips trembling. he leans down and presses his lips to hers, while holding her jaw in his hand.

"please, please, please," peter kept mumbling against her lips, tears not decreasing in pace.

peter notices y/n start breathing heavier, he starts shaking her again. "hey, hey cmon, y.n wake up. i cant lose you, i just can't y/n."

peter sighs, "i love you."

y/n starts coughing slightly, before rolling over onto her hands and knees and coughing more than before.

peter immediately starts rubbing his hand up and down her back, "hey, thatta girl," he laughs slightly, glad she's okay, "cough it all up."

"oh my god," y/n gasps, before sitting on her knees on the ground.

"are you okay?" peter asks, keeping his hand on her lower back. y/n only nods, while peter places a kiss on the top of the girls head.

"i love you too," y/n whispers after leaning her head against peter's shoulder.

breaking away from each other, the two teenagers turn around to see a giant multicolored beam shoot up into the sky, yet the two didn't see thanos with the gaunlet at all.

y/n gasps lightly, before running to where the others were. peter followed after, "no, no, no," y/n keeps mumbling to herself as they got closer to the rest of the team.

peter got in front of y/n, incase anything was a threat to them. y/n couldn't see what was going on, but she saw the group surrounding someone lying on the floor.

she looked around, not seeing her father anywhere. a thousand thoughts flooded the girls' mind.

she heard peter talk to someone, but his words were muffled as her brain wouldn't let her think the worst possible solution happened.

pepper holds peter in her arms, comforing the boy, which left a small pathway for y/n to go through.

"dad," y/n whispers, jogging to her father who was leaning against a piece of a broken ship. "dad hey, cmon, get up. we have to go back home."

y/n grabs his hand as she starts crying, she couldn't hold her tears back any longer.

tony looks up at his daughter weakly before placing his other hand on the side of her face, "tell parker he better take good care of you," tony says weakly, making y/n nod and smile softly.

tony leans up with the rest of the energy he has left and kisses y/n's cheek. y/n and the rest of the group watch as tony leans back against the broken ship, and see his arc reactor light dim.

"no, no, no, no," y/n keeps mumbling tapping on the arc reactor.

her heart drops when the light fully turns off. everything around her goes quiet as she leans her forehead on her fathers chest.

this was it. she'd never see him again. never talk to him again. never tell him how her first day of senior year was. never tell him how amazing her first date with peter went. nothing.

pepper lets go of peter to go bid tony a final goodbye. peter helps y/n up off of her father and immediately holds her head to his own chest.

he tries his best to calm her down by cooing to her.

"shhh."

"it'll all be okay."

"you're so strong, you're going to get through this."

"i'll always be here for you."

"i'll always protect you y/n."

y/n lifts her head to look peter in the eyes. "you better not leave me parker," y/n kisses his cheek.

"never in a million years," the boy replies, holding the girl close to him, kissing the top of her head again.

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[heliads]

Hello! Sorry if this request is too vague, please let me know, but I wanted to request a Tony Stark x reader Soulmate AU

Thank u have a good day/night :)

it was a little vague lol which is why i had the people vote in a poll. your soulmate au is that every time soulmates are close but don't meet, they repeat the same day until they do meet. enjoy!

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Tony Stark is beginning to think that he’s lived through this day before.

He’s no stranger to deja vu, or not as much as anyone else, at least. Usually, his days and nights are so bizarre that he has no problem differentiating any given set of twenty-four hours. Aliens only tend to invade the planet once every few weeks, inhumans only go bad once a month, and so he has time in between ends of days to tell which Monday is which.

Still, there’s today, and Tony swears that today has already happened. He woke up this morning, bleary-eyed and not in his own bed. He’d stayed up past his necessary bedtime in the lab again, a practice which is frowned upon by most but produces the results he needs. Maybe that’s why his head isn’t clear. Either that, or someone’s trying to kill him again.

Tony opens his eyes in a mess of gears and wires and thinks, didn’t he just clean that up? Rhodey’s been after him recently to get his shit together, which obviously hasn’t happened yet, given the fact that Hurricane Machine Parts has had yet another landfall on his chosen sleeping desk. Tony blinks unhappily at the bits and bobs scattered helter-skelter in front of him and chooses to solve his problems the usual way, by sweeping everything into a nearby bin and pretending everything is fine.

An alarm goes off on his phone and Tony glares at it before the panic surges. That’s not meant to wake him up, that’s meant to get him out the door in time to make it to a conference. Tony is giving a speech on, well, something he was supposed to remember. Something important. In the end, does it really matter? He’ll say something snarky and possibly brilliant, then pepper in the fact that he’s Iron Man and saves everyone’s asses on a weekly basis so no one can complain. It’s a wonderful scare tactic.

Tony is aware of the fact that he should know what he’s doing, but why should he care when no one else does? Regardless of what he says, he’ll get the same reaction. Everyone in the audience is just there in the hopes that being in the proximity of a billionaire will improve their own trajectory in life. 

Tony used to pour his heart and soul into press conferences and scientific discussions until he looked out into the audience one day and realized that no one was paying attention in the slightest. They were pretending marvelously, of course, even had him fooled up until that point, but their focus was just superficial. They nodded along self-importantly with every one of his bullet points, but their heart wasn’t in it, so why should his? 

Besides, he gives one of these talks what feels like every day, so it’s not like he’ll have anything new to say anyway. Tony did one of these exact things yesterday, even slept late too. He can’t remember where this conference is being held, nor where yesterday’s was, or even the location of tomorrow’s talk. He’ll ask Happy in the car. Surely his head of security should be aware of where Tony is going.

One rushed morning routine later, Tony is in the car, knuckles clenched bone-white around the steering wheel. Happy has to give him course corrections only three times, increasingly let down with each one. Tony reads between the lines in each and every pursed lip, wincing with the disappointed side eyes. Yes, he’s a trainwreck, yes he’s worse than ever, but does he really have to be reminded of that right now?

Tony makes it to the function in time, smooths his tie and waves soullessly to the press. A woman greets him at the door. Her lipsticked smile says, We’re glad to have you! Her pained stare says, Why are you only here thirty seconds before the show begins?

Tony has no excuses, so he doesn’t give them, only recites the usual dialogue about how delighted he is to be at this conference. You know, the conference. The one for this day, the day that’s different from all the others. 

Tony settles into his seat on stage once the moderator introduces him. The funniest thing happens as he waits for the crowd to finish cheering. Although this could be just brushed off as Tony obviously not being as focused as he could be, he swears that this moment seems familiar. The moderator is wearing a rather lurid lime green coat, and wasn’t it just yesterday that Tony was thinking to himself that the man resembled the Grinch if he tried to go corporate?

Tony tears his gaze from the moderator to the crowd. No, this time he’s sure of it. The woman in the front row, left aisle, with the navy jacket asked him a tough question on the possibility of nuclear energy in the future just yesterday. The balding man on the far right nearly knocked himself out trying to get Tony to take a photo with him as he left the event. This is all the exact same as it was before. He has been here before, and if his suspicions are correct, he will repeat this exact same day again and again until he can get something right. Something crazy. Something like a soulmate.

God, Tony didn’t really think he’d get to this point. Soulmates are hypothetically for everybody, but it wouldn’t surprise Tony if they would skip a guy like him. It’s said you can go your entire life without meeting your soulmate, that you end up falling in love with whoever will make do and doing your best to forget that you were slighted by fate’s best gift to humanity. Something about Tony always seemed to fit that bill to a T. Maybe he’d manufacture destiny by finding someone he could love instead. He has always liked to Macgyver his way out of difficult problems, so conjuring up a soulmate out of conjecture would not be his worst hat trick.

Yet here Tony is, stuck in the soulmate loop. There’s only one way to know for sure to know that you’ve met your soulmate. More specifically, there’s only one way to know that you’re meant to meet your soulmate on a particular day:  you can’t get out of the same set of twenty-four hours.

The lore goes like this:  if you end up in close proximity to your soulmate without actually meeting them, you’ll have to repeat the same day over and over until the two of you make contact. Tony’s parents apparently took five days to get to know each other, but that’s on the low end. He’s heard of bad cases that took months of the same damn day for two people to finally figure each other out. And in a city like this, a place like New York? There are quite literally millions of people who could possibly cross Tony’s path. God, he might even be here for years.

It’s a flawed system, that’s for sure, but Tony has no way to fix this. None at all. The only thing he can do is start going about the process of fixing things. So his soulmate’s somewhere in this day, and it’s someone he’s never met. Maybe they were in the parking garage at the same time as him. Maybe they’re somewhere in this conference center. Maybe they were walking outside Stark Tower when he goes home for late night work.

There are so many places and so many possibilities that it’s starting to freak Tony out, so much so that he almost misses it when the moderator starts asking him questions. Were it not for the fact that Tony’s already lived through this once, he might have stumbled a little. Thankfully, he remembers enough of what he said last time that the words flow like water, giving Tony some space to think about his soulmate instead of which brand of coffee he attributes to giving him the most energy to seize his day. That’s a stupid question anyway.

This also helps him the next day, and the next day, and the next. One week of todays later, Tony is ready to scream. He knew the process of finding one’s soulmate would be difficult, but he didn’t count on it being this difficult. Tony is already going out of his way to meet new people, but even then, how would he know which stranger of dozens is actually his soulmate? 

At this point, Tony would settle for just getting out of the loop altogether, soulmate be damned. Maybe that’s not the right attitude to have, but it’s his nonetheless. Every day, he works late into the night, and every morning, all of his progress is gone. Tony can’t even note his discoveries on his phone because his memos clear out overnight, all those breakthroughs vanished into pixels of days past. Happy tells him that he looks tense. Tony fights the urge to hurl himself through a glass window. Such is the way of life.

He tries to look for the bright side of things, if he can’t think about anything else. It’s nice that he gets so many days guaranteed without threats made on his life. If he sticks to schedule, Tony always makes it to the crosswalk in front of the conference center right when the walking man appears. There’s this pretty girl in the back of the auditorium who always gives him this encouraging smile when he takes the stage, like even though Tony starts each show feeling like a trainwreck, she knows he’s going to be alright no matter what.

There are resources available to him. Tony’s had plenty of time to look. There are scores of websites online dedicated to people stuck in a loop and trying to find their soulmate. So long as you don’t mind making the same post every single morning, you can tell people where you’re located and see if you can track down someone in your vicinity. Tony’s been visiting them as of late, hovering over discussion boards like they’ll give him any sort of clue.

Four weeks of the same day. Four weeks of getting nowhere. Tony runs into traffic so he can stare into car windows. He lurks in coffee shops. Pepper thinks he’s going insane, but she changes her mind every twenty-four hours when the day resets, so he doesn’t have it in himself to care much. He just needs to get out of this day. He just needs his life back.

Some part of him wonders, too, who this person must be. Would they be kind or clever? Are they trying half as hard to find him as he is? Have they given up on him already? Tony would like to think that they’re fighting a battle for him, but who truly knows in the end. All he remembers is the same day over and over again.

Then, just when desolation is starting to kick in, Tony sees something. It’s a message on one of a thousand soulmate finding sites. Anyone stuck in today for a really long time? Thirty-three repetitions and counting. I’m in NYC if anyone else is out there. I keep going to Tony Stark’s conference at 10am, but not even his motivational speeches can keep me hopeful for much longer.

Tony almost chokes, then laughs, then lets himself wonder. Thirty-three days sounds about right, and if they’re in the audience of one of his shows, then maybe–

He hits reply before he can stop himself. Also in NYC, also 33 days. 

Tony doesn’t dare say anything else. On the car ride over to his conference, Happy asks him why he looks so confused. “It’s like you’re excited about something but you’re trying to pretend you’re not. What, have you annoyed another competitor into folding?” His head of security comments.

“No,” Tony mutters, “and besides, that was only one time. It’s not going to happen again.”

“You tell yourself that,” Happy chuckles, and then they’re at the conference center and they don’t have much to talk about anything, business ventures or soulmates or otherwise.

Tony checks his phone before he goes onstage. The person has responded to him. Wait, really? Where are you?

Tony glances around him. One of the event hosts, that passive aggressive woman, is coming to escort him to the stage, so he doesn’t have much time. Conference center. The one where Stark is speaking.

Then he’s on stage again, repeating the same stupid answers for the same bad questions. Now that he’s been here a couple dozen times, Tony can confirm that they really, really need to get better topics for him to discuss. He would be dozing off were it not for the fact that his soulmate might actually be somewhere in this building. Maybe somewhere in the same hall.

The interview ends, and Tony dares breach public etiquette by pulling out his phone. The stranger has replied again. I’m there too! What’s your seat number? Maybe we can finally break out of this.

Actually, Tony says, I’m the one on stage.

Tony looks around for someone, sees no one, tries to hide his despair. He stands on that stage for a little too long, past the point where the moderator is standing there blankly, grin frozen and eyes wide with the same expression everyone gets when someone does something they shouldn’t in a public setting.

One of Tony’s aides appears out of nowhere, gently tugging on his arm to get him to move off stage. Just as he goes, though, he hears a shout from somewhere in the back of the auditorium.

“Wait! It’s me!”

Tony cannot describe it, this certainty looming in his chest, but he knows it’s his soulmate. They’re here. He whips his head around even as his aide yanks him away. Tony sees a blur of faces, someone pushing through the crowd in the aisle, but the face–

Nothing. No one he can recognize. No one he could find later. They’re a woman, that’s all he’s learned. Tony frantically checks his phone, sees a message saying that she’s figured him out. Tony tries to fight to stay around longer, but now Happy’s determined he’s delusional and Tony is all but packaged into his car and driven away. He’s put on house arrest once he gets back, Pepper and Happy taking turns asking what the hell has gotten into him. Tony tries to explain, but they don’t want to listen. No matter how many times you’ve repeated the same day, you wouldn’t be acting like this. Please be rational.

Tony doesn’t want to be rational, though, he wants to find his damn soulmate. He tries to message his soulmate that he can’t get out of the house, but she’s not answering her phone. Just before the day ends, Tony memorizes her username and prays she’ll have the same one the next iteration of the loop.

He messages her the second he wakes. Is it still you?

Yeah, she says, my phone died, sorry. What happened?

My friends staged an intervention. Apparently I’m acting irrationally.

He can practically sense her laughing on the other end. Repeating the same day 34 times will do that to you.

That’s what I tried to say, he replies, but did they believe me? No.

There’s about a minute pause, and then they message again. Do you think we can do it today? Try to meet again?

I think we can try, Tony says, and that does it.

They make plans. Tony gets ready early. He lingers backstage, waiting, checking his phone every ten seconds. Happy must pick up on this tension, because when he approaches Tony about eight minutes after they arrive, he lingers on the edges of Tony’s peripheral vision, not wanting to interrupt whatever is clearly wrong with him.

“What is it?” Tony asks, distracted.

“There’s someone here for you,” Happy says slowly, “They say they’re your, uh, soulmate. Should I just tell them to leave?”

Tony feels his eyes grow wide. This is not the first time someone has tried to meet him by playing the soulmate card. He gets it:  he’s rich, he’s distracted, of course someone would try it. This, however, might be the first time it was real.

“Yeah,” Tony says, “it’s them. Where is she?”

Happy blinks, surprised. “Wait, you’re serious? It’s actually–” At Tony’s exasperated hand waving, Happy hurries himself along. “Sorry, sorry. She’s waiting by the door.”

Happy might be saying something else, but Tony doesn’t hear it. He’s already spinning around, walking as fast as his dress shoes will let him. There’s a woman standing by the east exit. She looks nervous, and half a second after he sees her Tony realizes that she’s the pretty woman from his show. He saw her every single day, and he never even knew it was her.

Tony wondered what it would be like to meet your soulmate after so many days of waiting, if there was any way of knowing for sure that it was them. So many weeks later, Tony has an answer:  you feel it in your chest, right between your ribs, an electric shock that makes his entire body stand alert.

She must feel it too, because all of a sudden she looks up from where she’s been scanning the crowd and her eyes land on him. She smiles, and it’s because of him. No other reason. Just him.

Words are hard to come by. Should he say something impactful, the perfect sentiment for such an important moment? Surely this is a time for something to remember. Tony’s been repeating this day for a while, though, never truly believing it would come to an end, so when his mental wheels stop spinning, all he can do is something simple, something real.

“Hi,” he says, “I’m Tony.”

She grins at him. He doesn’t know that he’s ever seen an expression so sweet.

“I’m Y/N,” she replies, “it’s great to finally meet you.”

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[queen-of-the-avengers]

Iron Man 2: Final Part

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~3.1k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Rhodey is on top of Tony using his gun to shoot at him, but Tony is doing a good job of keeping the barrel away from his body and face.

"Tony!!" you yell.

"Rhodey! Stop!" Tony shouts.

A few seconds later, Rhodey's suit powers down, and he flops over to the side and right into the stream of water. You push yourself to your feet and wobble over to the two men.

"Tony, are you okay?" you ask.

"Yeah, I'm fine now. Are you? You took a pretty rough fall without any armor."

"I'm stronger than you think," you chuckle tiredly.

"You got your best friend back," Natasha's voice appears over the earpiece.

"Natasha? Is that you?" you ask and tap your feed to get the audio clear again.

"Thank you very much, Agent Romanoff."

"Well done on the new chest piece. I am reading significantly higher output, and your vitals all look promising," she praises.

"She doesn't normally praise, so take it when you can," you tease.

"Yes, for the moment, I'm not dying. Thank you."

"What do you mean you're not dying? Did you just say you're dying?" Pepper's voice cuts in.

"Is that you? No, I'm not. Not anymore."

"What's going on?" she demands to know.

You love Pepper but sometimes, she can be a bit dramatic. Well, it's dramatic for you. To her, this is her whole world crumbling down. You were born into this life, she wasn't.

"I was going to tell you. I didn't want to alarm you," Tony sighs.

"You were gonna tell me? You really were dying?"

"You didn't let me!"

"Why didn't you tell me that?"

"I was gonna make you an omelet and tell you."

"Hey, hey. Save it for the honeymoon. You got incoming Tony and Y/N. Looks like the fight's coming to you."

"Great," you mutter.

"Are you okay now?" Pepper asks.

"I am fine. Don't be mad. I will formally apologize--"

"I am mad!"

"Pepper!" you yell impatiently.

"--when I'm not fending off a Hammeroid attack!!" Tony finishes with a yell.

"Fine."

"Seriously, can we focus here, please?" you ask and turn to Tony. "Can you get him back online?" Tony reaches over and taps Rhodey's helmet and you roll your eyes. "I could have done that."

"Rhodes? Snap out of it buddy. We need you. They're coming. Come on, let's roll. Get up."

Rhodey's helmet opens and he breathes heavily. Tony's opens too so they can actually see each other's faces without the limitations that the helmets bring.

"Oh, man. You can have your suit back," Rhodey chuckles.

"You okay?" you ask and walk over to him just as Tony helps him up.

"Yeah, thanks. Look, I'm sorry, okay?"

"Don't be," you shake your head.

"No. I should have trusted you two more."

"We're the ones who put you in this position. Forget it."

"No, it's your fault. I just wanted to say I'm sorry."

"Okay, thanks," you chuckle. "They're coming in hot any second. What's the play?"

"We want to take the high ground, okay? So, let's put the biggest gun up on that ridge," Rhodey says.

"I can stay down here. I have the water and I can use it to my advantage," you offer.

"Got you. Where do you want to be?" Tony asks and moves to fly into the air as well as Rhodey, and they both stop.

"Where are you going?"

"What're you talking about?"

"I meant me," Rhodey chuckles.

"You have a big gun. You are not the big gun."

"Men," you mutter to yourself with an eye roll.

"Tony, don't be jealous."

"No. It's subtle with all the bells and whistles."

"Yeah. It's called being a badass."

"Boys, can we not do this? Both of you go up and I will stay down here, okay?" you butt in.

"Don't stay down here. This is the worst place to be. It's the kill box, Y/N. Okay, this is where you go to die."

"I will be fine, Rhodey. You forget I'm a thousand-year-old alien, right?"

Just then, drones slam to the ground. You three were so busy talking and arguing that you didn't notice the herd of them rushing at you. There must be about two dozen of them, and they all have their guns pointed at you three. As soon as the last one touches down, you tie your hair back so it's out of your face.

"I go up and you two stay here. Okay? You have a better chance against the bullets."

"I thought you were a thousand-year-old alien."

"Rhodey, not now."

As soon as you blast off into the air, the shooting begins. You use your hydrokinesis to manipulate the water into doing what you want it to do. It shoots out from the stream, and you multiply it so that it's almost like a pond is forming above your head. From that makeshift pond, you create sharp icicles that you use to shoot at the drones. You can create such cold icicles that they will penetrate anything they slice through, so the drones explode as soon as the ice slices through their chests. The rest of the water is evaporated so that it never existed in the first place.

Once they realize that you are up in the air, the ones that aren't trying to fight Tony and Rhodey fly up to you. Your hands burst into flames and you fly behind two of them to place your hands on their heads. They melt at the mere touch of you, and you use their shells as shields against the incoming bullets. The ones you don't touch, you throw fireballs at them and they go down just as easily. 

"Rhodey? Get down," Tony warns.

Rhodey does as he is told, and Tony activates a laser that is inside the suit's wrists. Red lasers that will cut through anything. As soon as Rhodey is out of the way, he slices through the remaining drones so that they are decapitated at the waist. Now that they are all dead, you fly back down with a sigh.

"Wow. I think you should lead with that next time," Rhodey pants.

"Yeah. Sorry boss. I can only use it once. It's a one-off."

"Is that it? They're all dead?" you ask.

"Heads up. You have one more drone incoming. This one looks different. The repulsor signature is significantly higher," Natasha warns over the earpiece.

You look up and see a small object headed your way. The closer it gets, the larger it gets. Before you know it, it touches down a few yards from where you three are. You realize then it's not a what but a who. Ivan has made a new suit with a new arc reactor and brand-new whips.

"Good to be back," Ivan laughs.

"This ain't going to be good," Rhodey sighs. Ivan's whips turn on, and your eyes shine bright blue as the water beneath you starts to swirl. "I got something special for this guy. I'm gonna bust his bunker with the Ex-Wife."

"With the what?" you and Tony ask at the same time.

Rhodey's suit opens by his shoulder and a big bullet protrudes from it. It shoots out of his suit and hits Ivan's, however, it bounces off and falls into the water with a sizzle.

"Hammer tech?" Tony asks.

"Yeah."

"I got this," you say and hover off the ground. 

In a gust of wind, you rush at Ivan while summoning the water at your fingertips. Ivan has prepared to take you on and knows if he is going to destroy Tony, then he has to get rid of you first. He raises his whips and fires them at you. Because they are so much bigger than before, they wrap around your entire body. He uses this to his advantage and tosses you around before slamming your body into one of the foundations of the globe structure you're in. You're thrown at such a high force that you actually dent the frame. Pain shoots through your body, and you're too weak to get up or even see properly.

"Tony," your voice cracks weakly.

Tony looks at you with pained eyes before turning them to Ivan. He uses the rage in him to fight as hard as he can. Tony uses Jarvis to find weak points to fire at him but the bullets don't do shit against Ivan's suit. He flips his whips through the air, landing on the water. Both men jump out of the way and you're forced to watch the events happen since you can't exactly move right now. 

Rhodey starts firing at him with the gun on his shoulder plus the ones in his wrists, but Ivan is having none of it. He strikes his whip at Rhodey's gun that's propped on his shoulder, and you can only imagine Rhodey going pale at this.

Ivan's whips wrap around Rhodey's neck and pull him closer only to punch him right in the face. Tony flies up behind him and knocks his head down with a loud yell, but it does minimal damage. With Rhodey out of the way for a hot second, Ivan turns to Tony and punches him before head-butting his head. They are taking too much damage and you're in too much pain to even move but you have to do something. 

You lift your hand to control the water in the stream. It transforms into a large pitchfork that resembles closely to Poseidon's Trident. It lifts off the ground and turns so that the sharp ends are facing Ivan. He turns and sees this but he doesn't worry about any of it. He snaps his whip at you, and you yell in pain when it strikes your cheek. The water falls to the ground since you're more focused on the pain from your cheek than controlling the water. The whip left behind a burn mark and your powers effectively work to heal the skin. 

With you out of the way, Ivan turns to Tony and raises his whip at him. The whip circles around his neck, and he uses his other end to wrap around Rhodey's neck. Both men's suits are taking exceptional damage, so they have to think of how to get out of this alive. 

"Rhodes. I got an idea. You want to be a hero?"

"What?" Rhodey yells.

"I could really use a sidekick. Put your hand up!"

"This is your idea?"

"Yep."

Both men put their hands up to replicate what happened back at Tony's house. If it blew his house to pieces, then you can only imagine what it is going to do to Ivan. 

"I'm ready. I'm ready. Go, go, go!"

Tony and Rhodey use their hand repulsors on each other like last time, and much like that time, a big ball of power forms in the middle. The ball explodes and Ivan is thrown back from the force. The glass that is holding the globe together shatters, and you shield yourself from the fallen shards using your aerokinesis.

"Y/N!" Tony yells and rushes over to you.

"I'm okay. I'll be fine," you mutter and accept his help.

Your body is still sore but your powers are healing you very quickly from the effects. You wipe the blood from the burn Ivan gave you as you three approach him slowly. He is down but that doesn't mean he is down.

"You lose," Ivan says weakly. 

You don't have Jarvis to read you his vitals to know he is dead. As soon as the light leaves his body, the arc reactor in the middle of his chest starts blinking red. All of the drones around you are doing the same, and your eyes widen when you realize what is happening.

"All these drones are rigged to blow. We gotta get out of here!" you yell.

"Pepper!" Tony yells and shoots straight into the sky.

You and Rhodey blast off into the sky and away from the drones as fast as possible. Just as you two are out of reach, they blow up. As soon as one goes, they all go. Tony left to go find Pepper, and you hope he got to her in time. You can see they are going to be great together. You land on a rooftop nearby and sigh deeply. Your body is still trying to heal, so you take a moment or two to breathe.

Rhodey looks over at you and sees the look on your face.

"What's wrong?"

"Personal demons I'm trying to get over. I've been on Earth for a thousand years, and I have loved three times passionately. One with a man who is a humanoid AI who was hung up on his ex that he spent five thousand years with. Another was with a man who died on my watch. The last one was with a woman who I met on another planet who is no longer here. I don't even know where she is. I don't know why I'm getting like this now when I was fine before. I was fine living here and helping those who need it, but seeing Pepper and Tony together made me realize I crave what they have.

"I tried to move on with Natasha because I really do like her, and she is very beautiful but the demons in my head scream at me constantly to not forget the past. It's exhausting."

"That sounds like a lonely way to live."

"Yeah, it is."

Rhodey doesn't know what to say to this and unfortunately, he doesn't get the chance to. Tony comes rushing in with Pepper in his arms. Pepper shoves Tony away in distress as it looks like she is about to cry.

"Oh my God. I can't take this anymore!" she cries. "My body, literally, cannot handle the stress. I never know if you're gonna kill yourself or wreck the whole company!"

"I think I did okay," Tony shrugs.

"I quit. I'm resigning. That's it."

"What did you just say? You're done? That's surprising. No, it's not surprising. I get it. You don't have to make excuses."

"I'm... I'm... I'm not making any excuses," she stutters.

"You actually were just making excuses, but you don't have to."

"No, I wasn't making an excuse. I'm actually very justified."

"Listen. Hey, you deserve better. You've taken such good care of me. I've been in a tough spot but you got me through it, so... right?"

"Thank you," she whispers. "Thank you for understanding."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's talk clean-up."

"I'll handle the transition. It'll be smooth."

"Okay. What about the press? Because you only had the job for a week. That's gonna seem--"

"Well, with you it's like dog years," Pepper interrupts him.

"I know," he whispers.

"I mean, it's like the Presidency."

They get closer to each other with every word until Tony grabs her and kisses her. Before she can kiss him back, he pulls away.

"Is this weird?"

"No, it's not weird," she shakes her head.

"Run that by me again."

They resume kissing but you and Rhodey are already over it. He clears his throat to let them know you two are here.

"I think it was weird." Tony and Pepper pull away from each other and look to their left to see you and Rhodey. "You guys look like two seals fighting over a grape."

You snicker at his comment but clear your throat awkwardly.

"I had just quit, actually."

"Yeah, so we're not--"

"You don't have to do that. We heard the whole thing," you say.

"You two should get lost."

"We were here first. Get a roof."

"You two kicked ass back there, by the way."

"Thanks, you too."

"Are you going to be okay?" Tony asks you.

"Yeah, I'm already healed from it."

"Listen, my car got taken out in the explosion, so I'm gonna have to hang on to your suit for a minute, okay?" Rhodey says and stands up.

"Not okay. Not okay with that."

"It wasn't a question."

Rhodey's helmet covers his face right before he takes off into the sky. It's now just you, Tony, and Pepper.

"What about you?" Tony asks after a moment.

You think of Natasha and smile to yourself.

"I have a date. You two deserve each other. Don't fuck it up, Tony."

"No promises," he chuckles.

You take off into the night sky and let that rejuvenating feeling wash over you again. It's going to take a long time for people to stop talking about this, but Stark Industries is already working on a plan to get behind them. Justin Hammer and Anton Vanko were arrested for their involvement in what happened, the Expo is shut down for the time being while the investigation is going on, and Tony and Pepper take on Stark Industries together with her as the face and him behind the curtains.

Natasha isn't on Tony's case anymore since everything is out in the open, and Fury has what he needs for the Avengers file. You're free to do whatever you like with her. You want to move on from your past with someone new, and you're hoping she is that someone.

Senator Stern is presenting awards and metals to you, Rhodey, and Tony for saving the world. Only Tony and Rhodey are going to be there. You don't need to spend any more time in the spotlight. Tony made sure that Senator Stern would be the one to hand out the awards since he treated you three so horribly at the Senate meeting.

"So, you didn't want to be at the award ceremony?" Natasha asks as you two walk down the beach.

"No. I was never the one for the spotlight. I don't like attention on me, even as a child. The past twenty years with Tony is enough spotlight for me."

"I still can't get over how old you are."

"Yeah, me either. I've been all around this universe searching for something to give my life meaning, I guess. The universe is a beautiful place. If you'd like, I'd like to show you."

"Me? Go into space?" she chuckles.

"Why not? Wouldn't you want to explore other worlds?"

"I never thought we'd be advanced enough to explore Mars much less the other side of the universe."

"I'll take you anytime you want. We could even be back before dinner," you chuckle. You two stop by the pier and admire the waves crashing onto the shore. "I know this planet a couple of galaxies away that has oceans that shimmer. Literally, it looks like glitter. During the sunsets, it makes you feel like you're somewhere magical."

"Now that is a sight I'd love to see," she smiles.

You look into her eyes and grab her hands gently. She seems to be thinking the same thing you are because she starts to lean in close to you. Just when your lips are about to meet, the ground rumbles suspiciously. You pull away from her by a few steps and look into the sky to see a cloud form. Just then, a rainbow bridge shoots down to Earth, swallowing you up into it. When it disappears, Natasha is standing on the beach alone.

Your head is spinning but all you can see are rainbow colors. Where the hell are you? You're being transported somewhere, that's for sure. A few minutes pass before you're blasted into some kind of golden globe. It takes you a moment to get your vision under control when you spot a man.

He has golden eyes and golden armor that compliments his dark skin. He is standing on a platform with a big sword in the middle of it. Once he sees you, he is immediately on alert.

"Where am I?" you ask groggily.

"You are on Asgard."

x

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[ducklooney]

Duckvember - Human, Loved and Nude Duck (Ducks) - Donald and Daisy as Adam and Eve and Gladstone Gander as Michelangelo's David

No more old Ducklooney. XD Joking aside, I've always had a love for history and good old art, so I drew on these leftover themes from Duckvember as redraws from famous works.

The first drawing represents Donald and Daisy Duck as Adam and Eve, as the first humans, that is, as the first ducks. According to the Book of Genesis from the Bible, Adam and Eve lived in Paradise, that is, in the Garden of Eden, until they took the fruit from the tree of knowledge and were then forced to leave Paradise. Yes, they obeyed the Serpent, or Lucifer, who prompted them to commit the first sin and disobedience to God. Whether the red fruit is an apple or a pomegranate or something else, it is not known, but I certainly drew it as a red fruit that represents the fruit of knowledge, as I also drew the background of Eden, and represented the snake as Evronian (an enemy alien duck from the Paperinik New Adventures comics) , since they are certainly evil. Yes, I also drew as a redraw from the genius artwork painted by Tony Fernandez, one of the genius artists for Donald Duck comics. Poor Donald and Daisy, what have they gotten themselves into.

Another drawing presents Gladstone Gander as the Human Duck, in the pose of Michelangelo's David. David was a Biblical figure and king of Israel who reigned in the late 11th and early 10th centuries BC and was the writer of Psalms, Biblical songs. Michelangelo Buonarroti, who was an excellent Renaissance artist in the late 15th and early 16th century AD, created a statue of David from 1501 to 1504 and that statue represented the power of the Medici family. I always imagined a sexy Gladstone so I drew him as Michelangelo's David standing in Florence as a future statue pose. Although I have not managed to draw a fully human duck, although Gladstone is half goose, it is still strange to me that even though ducks look more humanoid, they have fully human legs. Anyway, this is my first time doing this, so I apologize for that. Yes, I put a shell, because I don't like to show indecent body parts, and it should be censored for children.

This is a joke after all. I hope you like these drawings and these ideas and surprises like this. Feel free to like and reblog this. And it is not allowed to use such ideas without my permission and without mentioning me.

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[beaft]

recommend some horror?

aha!! i am glad you asked (no really, i am, thank you for giving me the opportunity to be loud about my favourite genre). here is a non-exhaustive list of some of my personal favourites:

books

-the ballad of black tom by victor lavalle (retelling of lovecraft's "the horror at red hook" by a black author, i could talk about this one for hours suffice to say it's Very Good)

-pet semetary by stephen king (i have a love/hate relationship with mr king but i think this is one of his better books)

-the haunting of hill house by shirley jackson (actually, just about anything by shirley jackson, my personal favourite book by her is "we have always lived in the castle")

-beloved by toni morrison (it's not exactly horror, but i have to put it here anyway because it's too good not to)

-things we say in the dark by kirsty logan

-tell me i’m worthless by alison rumfitt

-house of leaves by mark z. danielewski (i detest this book. yes it's still one of my top favourites and no i will not be taking questions at this time.)

-my heart is a chainsaw by stephen graham jones

-literally anything by robert aickman

movies

-pan’s labyrinth (historical fantasy-horror, visually stunning, one of my favourite movies of all time)

-lake mungo (australian found footage horror about ghosts and grief)

-the texas chain saw massacre (not as gory as the title might suggest)

-the wicker man (the original version, unless you’re in the mood to see nicolas cage at his nicolas cagiest)

-jacob’s ladder (beautiful, eerie, hallucinogenic, you will not know what’s going on for most of it and that’s honestly kind of the point)

-carrie (the sissy spacek version NOT the one with chloe moretz)

-the ritual (it's not a perfect movie but the creature design is WONDERFUL)

-alien (grr! i'm gonna getcha! i'm the alien! and so on)

-nosferatu (both versions are excellent, but i am particularly partial to the 1979 one with klaus kinski as the vampire)

-whistle and i’ll come to you (unsettling short film based on an m. r. james story)

-hereditary (this one's best if you go in blind, but i realise that’s probably difficult since a lot of it has been memed to hell and back)

-the thing (sci-fi thriller/body horror movie set on an isolated arctic research base)

-don't look now (based on a daphne du maurier short story; light on the horror but heavy on the uncanny)

-cabin in the woods (comedy-horror) okay this one is kind of a guilty pleasure for me but it does have some clever moments and it’s genuinely very fun to watch

-silent hill 2006 (another guilty pleasure, it is very much not a good movie but also i've seen it like 7 times, so.)

-ginger snaps (the close relationship between a pair of misfit sisters is tested when one of them starts going through puberty, and also incidentally becomes a werewolf. similar vibes to jennifer's body although i personally prefer this one)

-penda’s fen (startlingly ahead of its time – it’s basically a coming-of-age story about a gay teenager in rural england with a tasty slice of religious/folk horror)

-crimson peak (love letter to the "gothic melodrama" genre)

-us (i personally preferred it to get out, but they’re both amazing; i haven’t seen NOPE yet but i hope to soon!)

tv shows

-castlevania (based on the video game, vampires + religious horror, gorgeously animated, unexpectedly funny)

-the terror (true-ish story of a doomed voyage to the north-west passage) (the demon bear may or may not be historically factual) (we just don't know)

-twin peaks (idk if it counts as horror but i’m putting it here anyway. it’s not for everyone but it occupies a special place in my heart)

-in the flesh (again, not quite horror, but there are horror elements, and i am putting it here because it’s both a pleasingly original take on the zombie-apocalypse genre and a beautiful queer love story. it got cancelled halfway through its run and i will never stop being salty about it.)

-the enfield haunting (three-part tv drama) (much better than the james wan movie) (not that that’s hard)

podcasts

-the magnus archives (do not ask me about this show unless you're prepared to hear me yell about it for Ever and Ever and Ever)

-alice isn't dead (lesbian trucker searches for her missing wife amidst various spooky happenings)

-a scottish podcast (washed-up radio DJ decides to become a phony paranormal investigator to make some extra cash, but his scheme goes awry when he stumbles on a genuine paranormal event)

-i am in eskew (man attempts to leave city, is unsuccessful)

message me if you want trigger warnings or a more detailed description for any of these!

#horror tag #replies #recommendations

[wgc-productions]

As a certain protagonist from an award winning Tony Kushner play once said: The Great Work Continues!

You can read my reactions to the 3rd episode of the Magnus Archives under the cut.

00:00 Okay, Silly question. Is Magnus a person? If so, do we meet that person? This is a ~silly question~ cause I think it might literally be the name of the freaky little place Johnathan spends all his time and, if so, this was probably discussed in Episode 1 but I don't want to go back and listen to answer my question.

01:09 And I am gonna speed skip through these ads. You guys should listen though.

02:00- I wonder if people skip through the ads on Small Victories? No hard feelings if you do.

03:01- Dang. Sucks for Casey Shane.

04:26- You know what's across the street from my house? Another single-family house! Which, to some urban planners, probably is a horror unto itself.

05:05- My prayers have been answered. It's the Magnus Institute. (That doesn't solve the problem of if they are a real person who is significant, because why is this freaky little institute dedicated to investigating strange phenoms named after you if your'e a perfectly normal fellow?)

07:53- Okay, so yes the people these logs are about are very strange, but also, even before the people got ~supernaturally~ strange the log holders are still very judgmental of what is just a little odd behavior. I mean, when I was younger I would practice making and mimicking animal noises, be drawn to small dark warm spaces, would repeat the words people said as they said them, and would talk to myself all the time. If one of these people were around me then they'd think I was a little alien horror!

10:30 As someone who has never had a concussion, what's it like?

11:41- Buddy boy, take a Tylenol.

12:53- Honestly the square hole is the most alarming thing about this. Think about it. When's the last time you've seen a perfectly square hole on a piece of antique furniture. Just one hole with no other decoration. As a lover of old furniture, it gives me the williams.

15:06- THIS MAN IS A TERROR!

15:26- HERE YE! HERE YE! Local man obsessively watches mentally disturbed man from his window. More at 11.

16:02- If you're so concerned you need to get the man some help, brother.

17:59- April 7th? Ah, yes, Good Friday. He dropped the ham on the floor and ate it anyway. Harrowing.

18:36- I feel like video games would be great for this guy. Get to sit at home, be invested in a world outside of you, and you don't have to creep on your neighbor for all the days of your life.

20:09- Alright. I am, admittedly, alarmed.

21:02- See and this is why you should have sat there and ate your food. You wouldn't know Lovecraftian Horrors live next door if you minded your own business.

22:23- I know it's the accent, but when he says "Graham" it sounds like 'Gray ham" which amuses me greatly.

23:28- Oh, he's happy to see you.

23:37- Honestly, I do think it's way more interesting (or at least has the potential to be deeply interesting) to explore the idea that monsters and horrors exist but they don't want to hurt you. They are just living parallel to you. Yeah there may be a strange horror living across the street but he'll smile at you like anyone else would and he won't do anything to hurt you or hurt anyone else, but the internal discomfort you feel upon seeing something you were told was scary is what drives your fear. The fear and horror is internal.

25:28- See! Grayham didn't even hurt anyone. He was just chilling and trying to smile down the weirdo who was watching him for months. Honestly, Grayham was being very kind all things considered.

26:16- How do you know Graham didn't have the monster inside him all along?

26:40- Look. He was playing a fun little game with his stalker friend.

27:04- They want me to be scared, but I really do think the idea that the Graham like thing was a little strange and was toying with the watcher a lot more fun.

I think this is my favorite episode so far! I liked the story telling and the descriptions did leave me with strong mental images that I just don't think they'd be able to replicate on screen.

I will say I am scrolling through the episode list and I do not see a clear break in seasons, so could someone let me know where Season 1 ends?

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[turvi]

Come Get Your Funky Lovestory-4

Eddie Brock x F !reader

Summary: Y/n gets protective when Peter gets attacked by Venom. Eddie can't help but flirt with Y/n

Credits to Owner. GIF NOT MINE.

"What happened?" I went to visit Peter in his dorm to find him bruised up. He has had a rough week. He has still not made progress with MJ and Ned and two days ago he cried on the call saying how much he misses his Aunt May.

It broke my heart to listen to him cry like that. I have only known him since the civil war that broke out between Tony and Steve where I choked him (it was an accident, he was annoying me with his webs).

I couldn't help but grow a soft spot for the boy ever since I got to know him. I have started to feel protective of him ever since the Mysterio event, the multiverse event, and obviously the fact that I see glimpses of my son Abel in him. He looks at me the same way Abel looked at me. Maybe it's the guilt that I couldn't save my son, which is the reason I feel guilty for not being able to save him. Maybe it is my fault.

"It is not your fault Y/n" I look at him wide-eyed, jaw slacked. How does he know what I am thinking?

"How- what?"

He lightly chuckles at my reaction

"I think I have known you long enough to know you overthink, also because I remember how one time you got shampoo in your eyes and thought you were going to go blind"

I frowned jokingly "You know I was right to worry my eyes were red"

We sat there in comfortable silence when I decided to speak up again

"Tell me Peter who was it"

He looked down at his socked feet biting his lips. Why was he hesitating to tell me? "It was the same parasite you were talking about. He looks very dangerous Y/n, I somehow managed to escape, please stop looking for it."

"Pete, you jumped on a ship to help Tony fight Thanos why are you scared of this alien?"

"Please Y/n it's just the two of us now, no one will come to help us and if something happens to you too I'll not be able to forgive myself" he breaks down crying. I approach him cautiously settling myself on his carpeted floor in front of him.

It truly breaks my heart to see him like this. I take his hands in mine and gently caress them.

"Are you talking about Venom?"

He hesitates before he can answer "Yes Y/nn it is very dangerous I almost died" before he starts panicking I hold him in my embrace trying my best to calm him down.

"Don't worry I'll make sure this Venom gets sent to whatever part of hell it came from" I lean back to wipe his tears. His eyes were bloodshot from crying.

I soon bid him goodbye not before making sure he has something to eat and leave to go to my apartment.

Now, this was getting personal. I need to find Venom before it harms Peter more. As I am lost in my thought I bump into someone in the hallway.

"We should stop meeting like this babe," Eddie said in his husky voice

"Eddie, great I was looking for you" I couldn't stop the growing smile on my face

"Oh, I am honored my lady" he bowed. I chuckled taking his hand.

"Not here let's talk inside" I quickly opened my door and sat down on my sofa Eddie following my lead.

"Ok so you are a journalist"

He nodded his head "And you have beautiful eyes"

"Uh- wha- what" calm down he just said your eyes are beautiful. Not a big deal. He said my eyes are beautiful

"I thought we were stating facts about each other," he said grinning

I chuckled nervously "No I just wanted to ask if you have noticed any strange activity lately"

"What kind of strange activity?"

"Like any reports of a parasite attacking citizens"

Eddie stiffened at my words and straightened his back

"Uh-no why do you ask?" he asked squinting his eyes at me

"I just heard a lot about it at my work and people are scared of it. I thought you would know something about it since it is on news" not a lie you actually heard about Venom sightings at your work.

Eddie shifted uncomfortably in his seat "Not really, but I'll let you know when I do"

I can't help but wonder, Venom has been on news for weeks how come Eddie has not heard about it. "Thanks, Eddie, Cookie?" you asked with a beaming smile

Even though Eddie was terrified at that moment he nodded his head yes. Maybe he knows something. But why won't he tell me?

Wherever you are Venom you are going to pay for hurting my best friend. I'll make sure of it.

A/N: Yes I made slight changes it is ignorable. Hopefully. I know we didn't get much of Eddie here but he will be there in the next part

Taglist: @noodletwogo @belladona-is-poisonous @preciousbabypeter @jasminemohmed

Part 5?

#Spotify #eddie brock x you #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock x y/n #marvel #peter parker x reader #we are venom #venom x reader #venom fic #venom 3 #the avengers #tom hardy #tom hardy fanfic #peter parker #spiderverse

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

"I haven't seen it but I guess the pie scene comes after this Brad interrogation?"

It does. Mobius loses control when Brad calls him "nothing" and "a nowhere man" and he slaps Brad, so Loki takes Mobius out of the room. Mobius is upset about losing it and rushes off. They end up at the pie room.

Mobius: I lost it.

Loki: It's okay. Look, it happens. You know, sometimes a rage builds up and you just gotta... let it out. Do you remember that time I was so angry with my father and my brother, I went down to Earth and I held the whole of New York City hostage with an alien army? Tried to use the Mind Stone on Tony Stark. It didn't work, so I threw him off the building. [...] I lost it. Sometimes our emotions get the better of us.

We know from the Marvel site: Gifted with a Scepter that acted as a mind control device, Loki would be able to influence others. Unbeknownst to him, the Scepter was also influencing him, fueling his hatred over his brother Thor and the inhabitants of Earth.

So, as far as Loki knows, a big part of what fueled him during the invasion was genuine anger. He makes it sound humorous to cheer Mobius up.

... except most people will ignore that part and choose to believe that Loki really did attack NYC because he was in a bad mood, because lol that's so funny or whatever. Do I wish they'd actually state the entire truth, Thanos and all, on screen? Fuck yes. Marvel continuing to not do that has been infuriating.

As for Brad, he intentionally kept Dox's plan a secret, so he supported her decision and had no problem with her pruning the branches - as long as he wasn't the one being pruned. He no longer wears the uniform, but he's still complicit.

Thank you. That last paragraph, specifically... why isn't Mobius framed the same way as Brad then? All these agents are the same, their ideologies are the same. They may not know about their past memories as variants, but they agree with the TVA and their methods. They say: "Following orders". Yeah, right, because they agree with them.

Anyhow... Mobius loses it but he's comforted and his actions are no mark of his personality, his core being or his moral failings? How quaint. If only Loki was treated with the same compassion. This is more of the same bullshit framing from S1. Some characters, namely this Mobius guy (is it obvious that I don't like him? lol), can never do wrong. What a shitty way to write a character. He's evil, let him be evil!

Okay, enough of the fascist, let me go back to Loki. I get what you mean regarding Loki's anger, but my main issue with that line is 1) The absolute erasure of Thanos, 2) The mention of the Mind Stone but only with Loki as the executor, never the victim, 3) He speaks of his anger but he doesn't expand on it.

Marvel does that a lot lately. They mention something in passing but they don't want to take the time to really talk about it, and therefore they end up simplifying a complex matter and the characters are put in "good" and "bad" boxes with superficial purposes that can be easily understood but do nothing to flesh them out. Quite the opposite, they become carbon copies of who they used to be.

Like, why not include a line during that conversation where Loki explains why he was convinced Thor had pushed him off the bridge? I don't want Loki to comfort Mobius, I want him to kick his ass and eat his head, but if he has to comfort him for... reasons... then do so, talk about anger and then mention "Although of course at the time the Stone was messing with my head and I even thought Thor had thrown me off the bridge." I'm not a writer but you get what I mean. One line, it takes 5 seconds, and you get a reference to a previous movie but a reference that is accurate and not a lie. He can even say it in a lighthearted manner if he wants to because he's supposed to cheer the fascist up.

They just don't want to. It doesn't fit their narrative of the narcissist Loki (ugh).

#loki negativity #anti mobius #I hope I didn't bother you with the anti Mobius talk #I just hate the guy lol

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Being Franks Daughter in Hawkins pt 13

Gif Caption: Top Gif: The Avenger's from Marvel's the Avengers Bottom Gif: The classic Stranger things group from Netflix's Stranger Things.

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Reader: 18-19 | Female Reader

Characters Mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Stephen Strange (MCU), Hanniable King (MCU) Daimon Hellstrom (MCU), Morbius the living Vampire (MCU), Blade (MCU), Jennifer Kale (MCU), Steve Grant/Marc Spector (MCU), Johnny Blaze/ Ghost Rider (MCU), Brucer Banner/ Hulk (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Tony Stark (MCU), Natasha Romanoff (MCU), Steve Roggers (MCU), Bucky Barnes (MCU), Loki Layfeyson (MCU), Thor Odinson (MCU), Vision (MCU) Eddie Brock/ Venom (MCU), Deadpool (MCU), Billy Russo (MCU), Steve Harrington (ST) Billy Hargrove (ST), Eddie Munson (ST), Max Mayfeild (ST), Joyce Byers (ST)

A/n: this more of eludes to relationships Y/n has had with other marvel character including almost all midnight sons, Moonknight's the only one that doesnt make a full appearance.

Warnings: Y/n's Past, past abuse, stress eating, Hellstrom being the biggest bitch alive,

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New York city

You're true home.

Though it didn't seem like that much anymore.

You Missed Hawkin's clean air and its tiny little single gas station

New York had gas stations on every corner it seemed like

With a grocery store down every street.

Though New York hsd good character from its immigrants, a new face and culture around every corner, Hawkins had a cozy feeling, it nice to see a familiar face everywhere you turned and though New York could have that same feeling you just had to know too many people.

"Nice to be home." Natasha spoke.

"Yeah." Y/n responded.

"I don't know. I kind of liked the Farm life." Yelena spoke, "No fancy cars and aliens every two mintues."

"Please. A relish in the fact if its just aliens." Steve told.

Y/n looked out the window, "Where's dad having you take me today"

"Tony asked for you."

"Oh great." Y/n spoke.

"For what?"

"You'll see."

"He's throwing you a party." Bucky spoke.

"Buck!" Steve complained.

"What!? She's not a partier!"

It was true.

So instead of just getting rest or simply dwelling on Hawkins

Tony Stark was throwing you a welcome back party

It was small supposedly

It was not small at all

Sure you were glad to see, every superhero Tony could possibly invite

But your just not into partying you never will be.

But its too late either way

What are you going to do? Jump out the moving car into oncoming traffic

Actually?

Natasha can stop you before you too

So your stuck at this party.

You must be Honest It was nice to see Matt and Peter again.

But then they all started coming, Hanniable, Dr.Strange,

Who The f u c k brought Eddie and Venom all the way from SF just to be here

And the Gardians.

Half them didnt really realize you at first.

"Y/n?"

"In the flesh." Y/n spoke raising her glass half full with shirley-temple.

"Wow would you look at you." He contuined on, "Your so fuckin old now."

"Yes. Thank you Wade." Y/n spoke, "Hallujeah."

You actually see Tony for the first time when you go outside to get air.

"Mr.Party thrower taking a break. Never see that every day." Y/n spoke hoping up on the ledge and taking a seat.

"I knew you would follow." He spoke, proud of himself like he had make some crazy plan to get her out here.

"What did you do Stark?"

"You had quiet the semester in Hawkins. You and your dad." Tony told.

"Yeah well." Y/n spoke taking a drink of her soda, "Chaos always did follow me."

"My point exactly." Tony added, "wouldn't you like to deal with that Chaos. Legally."

"Okay you want something." Y/n told, "what is it."

Tony was silent, drinking his scotch in hand, great he had to drink befofe he told spilt the beans.

Y/n got up off the ledge, drink still sitting on the ledge.

He finished his drink.

"We need another Avenger-"

"Tony!"

"Y/n! Come on kid! Its the highest honor!-"

Y/n rolled her eyes, throwing her arm out to her sides in anger, hitting her glass off the ledge.

Shit.

The two looked over the edge, "Sorry!" She shouted hearing a car alarm go off soon after.

"A plus is I pay for shit like that." Tony defended.

"Im not becoming an avenger."

"Come on!"

He followed her from the porch, "come on! Give me a good reason why-"

"I've already kicked your ass once. Don't make me kick it again." Y/n argued, "thanks for the party."

You were quick to go back to the party in hopes of retreiving your bag and walking you way to Hell's Kitchen or even catch a train

Could you catch a train back to Hawkins?

Wouldnt be a bad idea

"If it isnt Y/n damn Castiglione- Castle- Russo?"

The voice stops her in the halls, "Whattya doin here Hellstrom?"

"Heard someone ran in with the devil."

"You heard Wrong."

He chuckled, "Well then. I came here to drink my soul in your name. Take a bottle."

A bottle of beer was shoved into her hand, "To hell!" He cheered pulling her along

Though you didnt drink what was in the bottle you were pushed into a crowd, forced to conversate.

Fuckin Hellstrom you swear

Luckily you ended up just standing near Vision near an open door to the balcony.

You guys made small talk here and there but nothing huge

Neither of you two are big talkers when it comes to small talk.

You also learned that Bottle Hellstrom shoved into your hands was actually a old fashion root beer, it was just soda.

Warm soda...ew.

So you went to get a different one

And the exits right there.

And you manage to waltz right out of the main room to go get your bag to go somewhere anyone but a party.

So with quick feet you make it out the tower going down on its various elevators.

Just to get caughtn by Bruce Banner- well Hulk technically.

"Sneaking away now are we?"

"God. Damn it." Y/n complained, "Please! Please don't make me go back! PLEASE!"

"Okay! Okay!" Bruce laughed, "You've convinced me."

"Oh thank god." Y/n sighed.

"Pizza or Chinese?" Bruce asked.

"What about that place that does a little bit of everything?" Y/n questioned

"Ooh! I like that place."

So. Instead of a party you, and the Hulk went to some tiny whole in the wall place, its once entrence down an Alley way.

Banner's tall and large form barely could squeeze through the door and into the small place with tacky decorations hanging from the ceiling hitting his head

There you both are sitting with bowls of ramen and a full pizza between you two.

"Okay Okay. So this. Kid. Opened a portal to another dimension and its easy to access?" Hulk asked, Y/n eating an absurbed amount noodles at once.

"So!-" Y/n spoke but stopped, chewing her food and swallowing, "Basically, the call it the Upside down...they basically broke the Acrobat Theroy."

"The Acrobat Theroy?" He asked, "What the hell is the Acrobat Theroy."

"Its similar to the String Theroy." Y/n replied.

"The existance of atleast 10 diffrent dimensions and they combined and unification of the energy they produce." Banner told, "We could go back and forth within time if mindkind was able to conquer said dimensions."

"Right." Y/n told, breaking the egg that sat in her broth, take in another chopstick full.

"Okay. So your telling. This Eleven year old-"

"No. No" y/n told, "Eleven is her name."

"Okay. So this girl. Eleven." Bruce told, "Created enough energy, to rip a black hole within time and space."

Y/n nodded, "and Had enough power to close it too."

"And you had no idea to call me." Bruce spoke in defense.

"I got busy." Y/n spoke in defense.

"Right Right. The flower head dogs."

"Demodogs."

"Is that like. A compound or-"

"Mhm!" Y/n hummed with a smile, "You'd love Dustin! You both and your compound shit."

So you two spent the night eating foods that shouldn't go together

Your salt intake is probally insane that night

Between Ramen, and Pizza. And a churro stand you guys found walkin around.

Okay you can't lie your stress eating.

You dont understand why, you're home, you're gonna be back in action, why be stressed? This is what you wanted orginally.

You're lucky you and Bruce are able to catch a midnight train

More of like a 2 am train

You two just talking

He understands what its like to get what you want just to realize you dont know what you want

He ends up taking you back to the Avengers Complex where the party is still goin on.

You suppose you have to crash there, everyone's been drinking.

"Y/n!?" Thor asked, he hadn't seen her the first round about.

"Hey Thor-"

"Move." Loki spoke dragging her along, "We both have much to talk about."

Loki drags you away to safety on a balcony.

"So. Hows my little red head shit disturber?" Loki asked, "Max!"

"Max Mayfeild?" Y/n questioned.

"Well yes." Loki spoke, "She is the only red head there I stole quaters with."

"You Loki Layfeyson king of the Frost Giants-"

"Ah. Ah ah. God." Loki corrected.

"Point is." Y/n commented, "You care? About someone besides yourself?"

"Haha." Loki mocked.

Y/n leaned back in the chair, letting her feet rest on the edge of the balcony.

"She's good." Y/n spoke, "Shes good yeah."

"You're goin back soon Im assuming." Loki spoke, "I am hoping to accompany you, after all the winter months are upon us."

Y/n was silent, drinking her drink.

"You're not going back?" Loki questioned, "are you?"

"My dad sent me away here for training I don't know how long it'll take." Y/n answered, "Seeming Im at a party right now. It seems like a while."

You and Loki fall asleep on the loveseat on the porch, talking back and forth

You do alot of talking.

You wake up the next day and your in a bed.

WHO TF PUT YOU IN A BED.

You dont recongize this place at first

"Well. Guess we should get this shit show started then?"

"Ah. Dr.Douche. its just you." Y/n sighed Stephen leaning against the door fram with two mugs in hand.

"Slightly hurtful but I'll allow it." Stephen spoke walking in the room sitting next to her on the bed, "After all. Im gonna hurt you alot more than you'll ever hurt me."

Y/n raised a brow taking the mug, "what?"

"You're training?" Stephen responded.

"Already? Does that mean I get to be done quicker?"

"Theoretically." He spoke, "Though. We have choosen to join train you-"

"We?" Y/n asked.

"There she is!"

"Ah shit its Hellstrom." Y/n complained.

"He's here to break you." Strange spoke.

"Im sorry-" y/n defended.

"Part of his training."

"Now. Shall we take a trip to hell?" Hellstrom smiled

"Breakfast first?" Y/n asked, "Please?"

"I control a part of hell. Im not evil."

So why you're about to take a walk to Hell, Hawkins was. Well Hawkins

Munson often was seen by your locker, it now empty and free to open and close as pleased due to the lock no locker being there.

Though you called him a Freak, it was in all good fun, he liked it. Like receiving a nickname.

You were actually one of the few nice to him.

When Eddie wasnt there Billy was often there.

Yeah his locker was right besides Y/n's at one point but he cant help but expect some snarky commented to come from the closed locker door.

"Awe. Missed me Hargrove?"

Thats what he expected, snarky and full of confidence.

And the kids were the same way, often wanting to call you at the end of there days, to ask who you defeated. Who you teamed up with.

A cork board being set up in the AV room often peices of newspaper clipps focused around articles they thought assumed to you or any art someone had done in the paper that looked like you

Steve took it hard. He took it real hard.

Dating just didnt seem important anyone.

Wanting a lady on his arm seemed...unimportant

He rather be carried bridal style in your arms out of class at any given day.

Nancy had gotten closer to him, but played too much, after all she did and said, she was still kissing on Jonathan

So it just pushed Steve's buttons more.

Then there was Frank.

Frank Castle. The big bad Punisher

Had sunken into work, it was easier to be distracted than dwell

But within doing so. Not facing a heart breaking decision, he left everyone behind, locked the door to your room and threw away the key.

Bringing you home is what he wanted most. And he knew if he just faltered the slightest, he would cave and you'd come running home.

Like litterally you'd run home, barefoot if you had too

So. No contact with you was best

But in response to those surpressed Emotions: Joyce was unfortunately sandwiched between

And arguements started, multiple, but just because Frank was the Punisher didnt mean she was leaving him alone.

During one of these said Arguments at his place, the phone rang, and Joyce answered it despite being told not to.

It was you, you sounded exhausted, tired, desperate to even talk to him, but before Joyce could say anything Frank just grabbed the phone not with anger, not snatching it out of her hand, but softly grabbing it and hanging it up

That explained alot to Joyce.

Meanwhile Y/n's litterally suffering during this training.

Sure combat was combat fighting came easy to her.

But it was the mental training.

The litteral mental torture while she tried not to break.

"Let me out."

Hellstrom sat in a chair, across from hers the chair backs touching each other. Both sat in said chairs facing one another.

"Let me out."

"I'll let you out when you face this-"

"Fuck you!" Y/n shouted.

Shouts and glass breaking could be heard from the other room. Her younger self shouting for her brother. Who Y/n knew had been knocked unconscious.

"I can't fuckin' train you if you don't break!" Hellstrom shouted back.

"Break?!" Y/n asked getting up, he following suit, "You want me to break!? Well it aint happenin! I've survied this! I conquered this! I won! So let me go. Now."

She pushed past him, he grabbing her by the bicep but she turned around quickly grabbing the half empty bottle on the table, pulling away from him.

"Hit me again. And I'll drop it." She threatened.

"I didn't hit you." Hellstrom defended himself.

Y/n looked at the bottle in hand, "I didn't-"

"Didn't what?" He asked, "Direct that towards me?"

Y/n set the bottle on the table, "I'm leaving. Be you like it or not."

Hellstrom watched her walk away, "so you dont want to the bottle of alcholol to go with that?"

"Fuck you Daimon!" Y/n argued walking towards the door seeing the Sanctum hallway infront of her, "thank you for not putting me in hells hallway."

"Yeah of course." He sighed, opening the bottle she once threatened to break, "Ask Strange to portal me some ice would you?"

Y/n walked out the room, closing it behind her with a slam. A pentagram branding the door almost as a in use bathroom sign.

You walked you way past Strange, who was telling you what needed to be done in training.

"Im leaving." Y/n told him walking into her room packing her bag.

"And where are you going to go-"

"Anywhere. But here." Y/n told, "Fuck your midnight sons, fuck magic and Fuck You."

"What good is doing you running away?" Stephen argued.

"Gets me away from New York. Im going to Hawkins-"

"You're not ready-"

"Im ready when I say Im ready." Y/n told turning to him, "Im ready."

"Very well." Stephen spoke, "go stay with Blaze for the rest of the day. I'll take you home tommrow."

Y/n grabbed her things, quickly packing her things.

Johnny Blaze was at the sanctum within the hour.

Thank god for him

He was quiet, and was a good listener while he usually worked on his bike

So you were more than glad when he picked you up on his bike

Just to take you back to his place where you both sat in a garage, he fixing up his bike, he never did stop working on.

"You can sleep wherever." He explained, "My bed is free."

Y/n sat on the futon, Johnny getting back to his bike.

"There's some pizza rolls in the freezer if ya want them."

"Thanks." Y/n spoke getting up.

"Get me a beer while your at it please.'

So you made pizza rolls and grabbed a beer and a old fashion creme soda.

Bringing it over he thanked you, and asked for a wrench on the table

Johnny Blaze was a quiet character compared to other midnight sons and despite his appearance when litterally a burning skull that worked with Hell flames he was a decent dude that liked the silence and working on his bike.

Often the listener of you retelling yours and Frank arguements

So he was quick to pick up that you were angry when he even picked you up

"So where did you and Frank hide out?" Johnny asked.

"Hawkins, Indiana." Y/n responded, handing him the beer he taking one of the pizza rolls from her plate as well, she taking the initiative to simply sit next to him.

"How was it?" He asked, holding a bolt between his lips, "Nothin like the city eh?"

"Yeah..." y/n spoke, "nothin like the city."

"That a good thing? Or a bad thing?"

"Im not sure..." y/n responded.

"What's so great about Hawkins then?"

Y/n laid back, knees up, plate on her stomach.

"You'd love it. Road. The road it just. Goes on. And on." Y/n told him, "and its just dead set in the middle of no where with trees beyond what you'd assume is the horzion. And a Quarry. Oh it's a beatiful sight..."

Johnny listened intently. Her drag off seemed...off, like there was suppose to a 'but,' and a long slew of bad things about Hawkins.

"But?" Johnny asked.

"But what?" Y/n questioned.

"But nothing?" He probed, "Nothing. Bad."

Y/n sat in thought, he looking down at her, "There's this. Guy."

"There it is..." he mummbled going back to work on his motorcycle, "Does this Guy, have a name?"

"Steve. Harrington." Y/n told, "he's. Something else...he's...sweet...like the color blue..."

She chuckled, "he's one hell of a baby sitter for sure."

"And whats this guy look like?"

Y/n thought, "he's got these beatiful brown eyes there dark usually, yet when they glass over they lighten, it's really a sadness in beauty thing, cheesey crap."

Y/n popped a pizza roll in her mouth, "Well don't worry. You're goin back tommrow, enjoy love while you can. You can't protect it once its gone."

Y/n was silent and probbed over Johnny's words, she looked up at the ceiling. He made a good point. She wanted to protect Steve.

"You've lost." Y/n explained sitting up, "before."

"Lost?" Johnny asked.

"Lost. Battles. Fights ya know....people." y/n told.

"Yeah... I have." He answered, "At the end of the day it's yourself that holds you back."

Y/n hummed in response.

The next day come, you knocking on the door to the Sanctum.

Stephen's surpised you came back on your own to get portaled back home

But you tell him you're staying, and just want to finish this training as quick as you can.

That includes Hellstrom's training in your own little hell

From that point on, you've vanished from Hawkins

No more Letters to the kids, Billy or Steve

Postcards are rare and so are newspaper clippings

Calls stop all together, especially to Frank

He catches himself staring at the phone sometimes thinking your going to call

But you dont

You want to get back to Hawkin's as soon as you can

And the only way to do that is to do this training.

7 days a week almost 24 hours a day you're busy.

Except for sleeping, they do make you sleep

You were busy just with mental training with Hellstrom and Strange

Until you started opening portals.

There not strong yet, but good enough for now

And because you can portal yourself places Training with the other midnight sons become a weekly thing.

Luckily trainning often happens in pairs or in a group

Especially the vampire group: Hanniable, Blade amd Morbius often come at you in one on three in combat training.

Sure you can handle one, maybe two. But by youself your getting floored every three seconds.

By the time you could actually dodge and actually fight the three at once it's nearing spring

And with constant training, you're able to fight, take down each one

You thought yes! You did it you were fucking done!

Here comes Jennifer Kale.

"NOO!"

"THATS RIGHT BITCH IM BACK!" Kale cheered.

"I thought I was done!" Y/n complained, covered in bandages and bruises, "I thought this was the last one!"

"Come on. Sure they could train you but lets be honest." She spoke, "you need a woman to train you."

"And thats suppose to mean what?" Morbius argued.

"Well with that response it means I ticked you off." She spoke with a smirk, "Just like I wanted. Plus I mean look at her."

"I think im fine-"

"Sweetie you're covered in bandages with baggy chlothes and Blades old vest." She told, "You could use lady time."

So there she was dragging you away, you mouthing "help me" to the men who stood there

They did nothing

And you're off to do some "girl time"

Which is litterally go and eat with somewhere

"So hows it go?"

"Im tired." Y/n explained.

"Well you are trying to squeeze every Midnight Son training you before Summer starts."

"I'd like to be with my dad for my birthday." Y/n explained, "since I didn't get christmas with him."

She smiled, "So. What do you want from me? You know training wise? Johnny's letting you build a hell on wheels bike, I know You've beat Marcs ass before. The Vampire gang is beatin the shit out of you and you them, Strange and Hellstrom got the mind part. What do you want from me?"

"How-"

"Magic." Jennifer told.

"Right.." Y/n mumbled eating some of her food.

"Yet you're still bothered." She explained, "What is it?"

"I've done the training. I've cut everyone off to focus on it. I beat the trio more than once. I can open portals and read every book in the libary. I've watched and accepted what Hellstrom's put infront of me. My own past, what I thought I conquered," Y/n explained, "So why am I still struggling."

"Well. Hellstrom is essentially using magic on you." She explained, "Magic gets deep inside you."

"But I don't get it. Hellstrom has been using his damn devil door the whole time. It's the same thing! Over and Over! It's the same damn day every damn time. Im there. In. In that room Billy and I-"

"Billy?" Jennifer asked, "You're brother? Billy Russo?"

"Yeah." Y/n explained.

"Ever think it's Billy in your way instead of yourself?" Jennifer infromed.

"No..he left....that same day. I watch him walk out that door 24/7 when Im in that damn hell hole." Y/n defended.

"You ever follow him out the door?"

"What?" Y/n asked, "no. Why would I? It's just generic hell beyond that point."

"Hellstrom's got a way with his doors." Jennifer informed, "He's arrgoant and an ass. Won't give you advice, rather you scream and shout at him. Till you cry. He's brutal. Try the door trick- Hey are you gonna eat your peice of cheesecake?"

"No here take it."

"Oh. Love the leather jacket by the way. Never liked brown to much myself."

"Yeah. Thanks."

So while you guys ate you talked about other things.

Nothing too big

She's said she teaching you in blocking magic and it's spells rather than teach you magic itself

So that training starts as soon as tommrow.

But what She had said about following your brother throughout what Hellstrom had set you in was something that plauged the back of your mind.

So you sit back at that crummy table, filled with alcholol and old mugs.

Hellstrom's smoking at the table reading a paper.

You got up, walking out the room the area familiar to you from the past. Its easy to follow the shouting, but before your even in the room, a young Billy Russo is rushing past you to leave.

Following him, he opens the front door despite the screaming and shouting in the background.

His steps are quick and almost hard to follow, you tripping over the tipped over hallway table.

He closed the door with a slam before you could get to him, you rushed to open the door after him hoping nothing had changed.

Yet when you open it and stumble out it the door closing on its own behind you and your left in a New York Alleyway.

Going to turn around to go back the door was gone

"Wait! Wait! Hellstorm! I don't have my sling ring! Hellstorm! Hello!?" Y/n called, unknown if she qas in a diffrent section of hell or in the real world.

She walked out of the alleyway. If this was hell or a diffrent part, Wow. The devil has been busy rendering and mapping out New York.

Y/n looked around, its night outside, and there's a bar across the street it' open and mildly busy.

Checking her pockets she had some cash on her. She walked across the street, jay walking like it was no ones bussniess. Walking inside she went to the bar.

"Can I help you kid?"

"Yeah. You sell food?'

"Yeah."

"Cool I'll have the cheapest thing on the menu." Y/n explained, "and change for the phone booth."

He took the money from her, she taking a seat next to a man in black.

"Hey Billy..."

"Hey..."

Y/n was quiet, "How'd you know?"

"I. Its a hunch." Y/n spoke softly, "We're siblings arent we?"

He took a drink of his beer, "If you found me this easy. Frank must he with you."

"No." Y/n responded, "Just me..."

"Ricardo." Billy spoke up catching the bartenders attention, "Get her a rootbeer float would you?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks." Y/n spoke with a smile, the man walking off to go make the drink with a nod.

It was silent for a moment, Y/n looking at the wooden bar.

"So. What have you been doing?" Billy asked, Y/n shurggung.

"Just the usual..." Y/n answered, "Im in highschool now...was."

"Wow." He spoke, "didnt work out for you?"

Y/n shrugged, "I..it was really...I really liked it."

A smile fell onto her face, "I really loved it."

"Where were you going then? To school?"

"I..can't..."

"Yeah." He spoke, Y/n slidding him the untouched root beer.

"Right. Sorry..."

Y/n thanked the man who set a bowl of chips and a rootbeer float infront of her, along with change.

"I wish I could...I shouldn't even be talking to you-"

"You could come with me any time. You know that." Billy quickly intruppted, wanting nothing more than to be with his sister once again.

"I...I know." Y/n responded, "Billy. I. Can't trust you no more. Not like I use too."

"I know. Me and Frank-"

"No. Its. You. Just you." Y/n responded, "You left me at Walsah's-"

"Don't say his name."

Y/n was silent, "Alright. You left me there. And I went back. And I killed him."

"It was you..."

"It was me." Y/n responded, "I did that because I love you. Because I thought that would make us close again. Maybe you'd come running. But you didnt. You ran. Again. But this time. You ran from me-"

"Me? You ghosted me. I'm your brother-"

"Is it bad that I needed time for myself?" Y/n responded, "I spent all my life, trying to grow up so when you see me again you'd be proud of me. But you werent coming back- you never did. So I killed Arthur Walsh and I did that for you. You Billy. And despite what you did. To me. To Frank. I still love you. You're my brother. But I betray the people who love me and have my back, just so I could be selfish and see you. So. Russo...next time I see you. Be ready for a fight."

Billy was shaking with anger, and tears glossed over both of there eyes. A final goobye.

Y/n got up, thanking the bar tender and walking away from Billy and out the door.

"Well I'll be damned." Daimon spoke up leaning against the glass, "Someone finally broke. Welcome to the Midnight Sons."

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[starkslove101]

CHAPTER 15: "Ignorance is bliss, right?"

A/N: I'm sorry for the wait! School started and I had a lot going on. I hope you all like this chapter as much as the last one!

Tony.

“Me neither” was the last thing Ransom said before she jumped out of the building. I ran up to the edge. I lost feeling in my hands completely when I saw that she making her way down fast.  I was looking for my bracelets to activate my new suit but to my surprise, she was able to activate her powers on time and was able to stay afloat. I took a deep breath as I placed a hand over my heart. I pushed the comms in my ear. “Ransom, you know I’m a heart patient right?” Ransom looked up and grinned. She then focused her eyes back on Loki and pushed him into Thor’s arms.

I was relieved when she didn't decide to kill him like she promised him. I don't think she would've been able to live with it.

“Tony, we have a problem” Natasha yelled, interrupting my thoughts.

“What now?”

“There’s a missile coming for the city!” I grunted.

“For the love of God” This time, I jumped from the building. Praying that my new suit would follow. Luckily it did. J.A.R.V.I.S. immediately took over and locked on the missile.

“Romanoff, how long can you keep the portal open?” I asked. Natasha sighed not sure what to do or say.

“I don’t think you have much time” she answered. I flew after the missile, grabbed it, and I flew to the portal. I was terrified. This could be my last day.

Ransom.

“Tony, please, don’t do this” I cried as he was nearing the portal.

“Sweetheart, I have no other choice,” he said before he flew into the portal. I looked at Steve, with tears in my eyes. “I-I can’t let him” I cried again. Steve shook his head.

He grabbed me as I was trying to fly up there. I could’ve easily overpowered him but I didn’t want to hurt him. “Steve, I can’t hold it much longer. Can I close it?” Natasha asked, her voice hesitant. Steve looked at me and then back up to the sky. Aliens were still floating in.

I knew what he was going to say. He looked at me and placed his finger on his ear. “Close it” Steve looked down on me. A sorry look on his face. “I will never forgive you for this” I spit. Steve’s face had guilt all over it. He didn’t say anything else, he just nodded.

I stepped away, pulling the headpiece, Tony made for me, from my head. The door to the Portal became smaller and smaller. “Come on” I whispered. I placed my hands on my head, pulling my hair slightly in desperation.

The portal closed and all the aliens dropped dead. I couldn’t see Tony and it felt like my throat closed. Steve made his way next to me. “Where is he?” my face still full of tears. I couldn’t stop it.

Everyone looked up to the sky, hoping he’d appear again. I started losing hope until Steve nudged me. “Look!” Tony was falling from the sky and he wasn’t slowing down. “Someone stop him” I yelled, everyone looked up panicked. Thor started swinging his hammer. Before he could take off, Hulk jumped and caught him.

Hulk dropped Tony on the ground and I felt like I could finally breathe. Steve pulled the face of his suit and threw it aside. Tony was unconscious. Steve tried to check if he was still breathing and I panicked when he wasn’t breathing.

“Out of the way,” I said, pushing Steve aside. I pinched Tony’s nose and gave him mouth-to-mouth.  Hoping that he’d come back to me. I kept going and going until his eyes shot open and took a deep breath.

“Oh, thank God” I whispered as he sat back up. I placed my hand on his cheek and smiled at him. “You’re okay” I reassured her. I put my arms around his chest and picked him up.

“What happened?” he looked down at me, his eyes still filled with fear. Understandably so, He doesn't know he succeded. “Did we win?” he asked as he gripped me tightly. I felt relieved having him with me.

“Yes, we did” Tony looked relieved as he smiled and I couldn’t help but notice  this feeling in my chest. A sense, I thought I had buried long ago. I felt disgustingly guilty towards Steve. But right now I couldn’t look him in the eye.

Tony insisted he could walk himself and I let him go. I looked around, alien bodies were scattered all around. I had a hard time comprehending what had happened just a few hours ago.

Tony touched his lips, looking very confused. “Did someone give me CPR?” I blushed. “Sorry,” I whispered so softly he could barely hear it. He did hear me, However. He had a big grin on his face, clearly enjoying the look on my face. It must’ve been as red as a tomato.

“As long as it’s you I don’t mind” he whispered in my ear. I laughed and hugged him. His body tensed up but soon relaxed. None of us were used to having any form of physical contact and I’ve known him for thirteen years. These past few days have been emotional.

“What’s that for?” he asked, chuckling.

“I’m just really happy that you’re okay,” I said softly, trying not to cry. He sighed and looked at me with soft eyes. Placing his fingers under my chin. I was relieved that I didn't lose another friend today. I couldn't bear to go through that. 

“As long as you’re here, I’ll always be okay” he stated, making my heart feel warm and fussy, again.

I looked up, heat going to my cheeks again. “I-uh” I stammered. “I don’t know what to say.”

Tony.

I looked down at her, my fingers supporting her chin. “You don’t have to say anything” It took every bit of my power not to kiss her. I just wanted to feel and taste every inch of her body. I couldn’t.

As I caught a glimpse of Steve, talking to Natasha, while he was pushing his hair back. I understood why Ransom was attracted to him. Steve Is a 6ft tall man and has the body of God and self-righteousness was just radiating off him. Pepper would call it Golden Retriever Energy.

I Got it. I never stood a chance...

“We’re about to transport Loki,” Steve said, grabbing Ransom's hand. Clearly noticing how close we were standing. He quickly shot me a look. Fuck!

However, I was relieved that Ransom didn’t notice the tension between us again. It's an ongoing game. 

I need a shower and a drink or two. Or just maybe the entire bottle, I'm not picky.

Ransom.

“I can’t believe that I have to face that idiot again” I sighed, pulling the zipper of my suit jacket down. It felt so suffocating right now. I looked around again, being taken aback by the state of the city. Buildings were destroyed, cars and stores were on fire.

It was going to take months to clean, rebuild, or compensate all of these people. I stopped myself and decided to just face it all.

“It’ll be okay,” Tony said, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I looked at Tony. “No one is going to be okay. Hundreds of people died or got hurt today because of some lunatic with daddy issues  I yelled, making bunny ears when I said daddy issues. “Phill fucking died saving me. You almost died” my voice breaking, pointing at him. “New York was almost a pile of radioactive ash. Tony, our home was almost destroyed and now we’re supposed to go home to our fancy apartments or fancy cars and act like nothing happened?” I was breathing hard as I tried to wipe away my tears.

Steve tried to comfort me. “Ransom” he sighed trying to grab my hand again. “This is the downside of being a soldier. Some things you can’t leave on the battleground” I looked at Steve almost shooting daggers at him.

“This isn’t war, Steve” I spit, kicking some junk aside with my foot. I made my way and walked to the building.

*6 months later*

I was lying on the couch in my apartment watching TV. Some show about FBI profilers solving cases and catching serial killers was playing. However, I was frustrated as my phone kept pinging. I ignored it.

“You’re going to have to answer him sometime” Tony emerged from the kitchen, with a drink in his hand. I didn’t shift my focus from the TV.

“I don’t have to do shit” Tony raised his hands in defense.

“I’m just saying” I threw my phone aside and focused back on the TV. Tony stood there confused and not sure what to say or do next.

“What happened with you two?” Tony asked as he sat down, picking up my legs and placing them on his lap. I ignored his question. I didn’t want to talk about it. I wasn’t ready to tell him or anyone for that matter. Tony sighed. “You’ll have to talk sometime?” he kept prying, however.

I looked at him, with a stern look.

“There is nothing to talk about people break up,” I said, sitting up. “We were only together for a few months,” I said. Tony nodded and took a sip from his drink. It still hurts too much to talk about it. It all happened so fast. It’s not like I had much time to sit around and cry and eat ice cream.

“If you don’t want to tell me, fine. Don’t keep stirring in it though” I took a deep breath. He was right but I wasn’t ready to talk about it.

My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing. I looked at the Caller ID. It was Viv’s number. “Who is it?” Tony asked. I just pressed the green button.

“Hi Viv,” I said faking my voice into a happy one.

“Ransom” I sat straight up this time. She was crying. “ Vivian, are you okay?” My chest was full of worry.

“Help me” She could barely breathe. “I'm on my way Vivian” I stood up and ran towards the door, grabbing my shoes, and putting them on.

“Ransom, what’s going on?” Tony was right behind me.

“It’s Vivian she’s hurt” I grabbed my keys. Tony insisted that he’d come with me. There was no convincing him otherwise.

“You want to drive too?” I spit. I was annoyed that he was breathing down my neck. We made our way down the stairs.

“It’s your car,” Tony said, raising his hands. I knew that he didn’t like it when someone else was driving. So I just gave him the key.

“One scratch and you buy me a new one” Tony chuckled as he promised he wouldn’t scratch it. Tony started the car, pulled the brakes, and drove off. The car ride was silent.

Soon we arrived at Vivian's flower shop, at least what remains of it. The front of the store was covered with wood to keep intruders out. “Viv!” I yelled when I walked in. The room was dark and empty. Dead flowers and broken vases were scattered all over the floor.

My heart was aching for Vivian and for the remnants of what was once a very beautiful and vibrant store. As I was looking around I couldn’t help but feel responsible. If Tony could read my mind, he’d fight me on it. Again.

“Vivian! Where are you” I went up the stairs, slowly. From where I was standing, The door was open and I could see stuff scattered around. Tony noticed too.

“I don’t have a good feeling about this?” He was right. I didn’t have a good feeling about it either. We both ignored our instincts and went ahead anyway. I was just here to help a friend. A friend I have neglected for far too long. It’s been over a year since things went down with Obediah.

“I’m in the living room” Her voice was barely audible. She was crying and she sounded like she was in pain. We heard some rustling and stuff falling. My heart was beating in my throat now.

“I think someone is with her” I whispered to Tony and he agreed. To break my nerves I joked: “I should’ve brought a gun” Tony snickered.

“Woman, you are the gun” I looked at him.

“I’m not planning on setting this and other blocks on fire” I whispered as I opened the door to the living room. The room was a mess and as I walked further I found Vivian.

She was lying on the ground, blood pooling from her head and nose. Her eye was swollen and bruised. Indicating she had been lying there for a while. “God Vivivan” I ran towards her grabbing towels from the table. I put pressure on her wounds.

Vivian slowly sighed my name before she fell unconscious. “Tony, call an ambulance!”

“I’m on it!” Tony grabbed his phone and dialed 911.

“Ransom, You were right someone was here. They must’ve fled when they heard us” Tony looked around for whatever evidence he could find. “I don’t think he got far” I wasn’t focused on what he was saying.

The paramedics finally arrived and they took over for me. Tony helped me up and led me away from them. Cops appeared, ready to take a statement. I explained as best I could, but I was still too rattled.

As I was talking to the cops, The paramedics were carrying her out of the building. She was conscious again. She ushered the medics to stop. She removed her oxygen mask and I crouched down.

“Malik is coming for you” I got back up.

“Viv, I don't know who-” I sighed and stopped myself.

“Thank you, rest well” I kissed her forehead. They finally carried her out. I stood there again, not knowing what to do.

Tony grabbed my shoulder. “Tony, I need those letters you told me about” he nodded. “Let’s get to the hospital first” he led me to the front door.

After a while, we found ourselves in the waiting room again. I just stared out. My hands were covered in blood. It probably looked worse than it was. The way she was clinging on to life made me nervous. I started fiddling with my hands.

Tony noticed my struggle and got up, grabbing wet towels from a cart nearby.

He grabbed my hands and started to wipe it off. It wouldn’t budge so I stopped him. I couldn’t help myself and started crying. “Oh dear” Tony sighed and pulled me into a hug.

I need to get a handle on my emotions.

I was afraid it was always going to be like that. Hunted and always in a fight. “I’m going to wash my hands” I sniffed, getting up and speedwalking to the nearest bathroom.

I almost didn’t recognize myself when I looked in the mirror. My eyes were shallow, with dark circles under my eyes. My skin was more pale than the sink I was washing my hands in. After I washed and dried my hands, I returned to the waiting room. When I returned the doctor approached us.

“There was a lot of swelling in her brain. We had to put her in a coma until the swelling goes down.” I bit the inside of my cheek. I couldn’t find the right words, I just nodded. After the doctor left I went to her room. I grabbed a chair and sat next to her bed. The only noise I heard was that of the heart monitor. I took her hand in mine. “I will find however did this” I squeezed it gently and then got up and left.

Tony was waiting in the hall by the door. “Come on” I grabbed my keys back from him. “Get me those letters,” I said when we got in the car. I put on my seatbelt and started the car.

“The letters are in at the Tower” I looked at him and nodded. I set course down to the tower and we arrived just under 30 minutes later.

I parked the car and we made our way to the tower. When we got to his lab, I ditched my jacket on the seat next to me and sat down.

In the meantime, Tony ran to his workstation and grabbed the box full of letters. The box was really heavy. “I didn’t open the letters but by my estimation, there’s 20 years worth of letters” I looked up at him with big eyes. My chest was full of nerves.

“I can help you, If you’d let me” I smiled and grabbed a handful of letters and gave them to him. Each letter was dated with the years written on the front of the envelope. I was holding 10 years' worth of letters.

The first one was from 1947. I had no idea how long ago I wrote it after I disappeared...

Hey Ransom, I hope this letter somehow reaches you, wherever and whenever you are. It's tough for me to put these words down because I'm carrying around a heavy load of grief and guilt that's been eating away at me. Honestly, I wish that I didn’t invent this damn time machine. It's caused nothing but trouble, especially with the government breathing down my neck all the time. And don't even get me started on Roger, He's putting on this fake show, pretending to look for you, and it just gets on my last nerve. I miss you like crazy, Ransom. It's like there's this void in my life that nothing can fill. I hope you're doing okay, and staying safe out there. If you get this letter, drop me a message or something because I have no clue when or where you ended up. Can't wait for the day when we can finally meet up again, away from all this time machine nonsense and government chasing. Until then, just know you're always on my mind, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed for your safety. Take care, sweetheart. Yours, Howard

I wiped the tears from my face. I immediately grabbed the next one. This letter was from 1950. I sighed. “Reading these letters is going to take ages” Tony sighed as he opened another letter. He was reading the letters from 1960 through 1970.

“Can’t you run it through J.A.R.V.I.S’s system?” I asked. He looked up.

“I didn’t think of that” He got up and grabbed most of the letters. He let J.A.R.V.I.S scan all of them. “It’s going to take some time” Tony sighed, rubbing his forehead.

“I’ll wait as long as it takes. Only if it means we’ll find the person who did this to Vivian” Tony nodded. He went up to his workstation again and put in the letters scanning them. All in all, it took him about an hour before they were all done.

Tony rubbed his stomach. “I’m going to grab something to eat and drink. I’m famished” I sighed. I wasn’t really hungry. I knew, however, that he’d force-feed me anyway. When he made his way to the kitchen, I got up and followed him. Tony opened the fridge and got some chees and whatnot from his fridge.

I grabbed a chair and sat down. He put together some sandwiches and set down two plates on the table. “I’m not hungry,” I said, pushing my plate back.

“I know. But I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve lost a lot of weight again. I’m worried” He said, grabbing my hand. My eyes shifted from our hands to his face. His face was full of worry. “Please, eat” I sighed. I wanted to say that my weight was none of his concern but I knew he meant well and he was right.

I had lost a lot of weight again. My break-up with Steve and the fight with Loki had taken a huge toll on my body and my appetite. It’s always been like this. I’d forget to eat, drink, or just simply sleep.

I was thankful that Tony was honest enough to tell me the truth and break open my blissfully ignorant bubble. To humble him, I took a big bite from my sandwich, making Tony smile. He shoved me a tall glass of coke to drink. I took a sip.

My brain kept working overtime. I was trying to think of who could be after me and why. “Did J.A.R.V.I.S. find anything?” Tony shook his head, while he was devouring his food. I looked down at my half-eaten food as I kept replaying the last two years in my head.

It was very simple. Whoever it was that hurt Vivian, they were trying to get to me and my powers. And then it clicked. The location, the person they hurt, and the timing.

“What if it’s Killian?” 

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[lokisknife]

¶Welcome to New York – Loki Odinson

Summary: Everyone got a red string around their pinky that leads to their soulmate... Well, everyone but Y/N, that got a golden line that goes straight up.

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: not sticking to cannon; 2012! Loki; cursing; mentions of sickness; me bullying the shit of Loki (I love him that's okay); one sex joke; angst

Author's note: yes I'm naming all of my fanfics after Taylor Swift songs. Yes, I could have named it "invisible string" but it's too obvious. Also the original was just so long (up to 6k words) so I decided to split this in two, so I'm posting it vvvery soon.

Tony's version.

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Gif's not mine.

Since the beginning of human life on Earth, there have been records of the existence of invisible strings (at least to the general population regarding the strings of others) that connect two people that are fated to be together. The Mesopotamians, Ancient Greeks, Egyptians, Romans, and many other folks had countless myths that served the purpose of explaining why that happened: some people said that these so-called soulmates were made of the same clay, the same stardust or maybe they were created as one singular soul that got split in two. The skeptics firmly believed that "soulmate strings" could be collective hallucinations induced by pheromones that persisted since prehistory, but the fact that everyone had a special someone was undeniable.

Whatever the reason, everyone in the whole world that ever existed has or had a red string on their pinky finger that led straight to their soulmate. Still, no religion, philosophy, or science could explain why Y/N was different than anyone else. As a kid, every visit to the doctor's office was accompanied by a complaint about their soulmate string that - quoting by the then 6 years old Y/N - "worked wonkily": they have learned about red strings that lead to your future spouse in school, but their own string was golden and pointed straight up, just like a helium balloon. Uncountable health professionals claimed they have never seen something like that, but it shouldn't be a reason to worry: soulmate's strings have never malfunctioned before, so it wasn't possible. Well, they hoped at least.

Not only the doctors but every person Y/N ever encountered commented on the golden circle around their finger (that being the only visible part of the string by third parties) and close friends even joked about their soulmate being a deity or an alien. Y/N always laughed and was considered to be someone with a good sense of humor regarding their own problems, but the truth is that all the remarks about their condition ached like a stab on a previously infected wound. The whispering and bewildered looks people shared when staring at Y/N's hands were a highly effective reminder of the possibility of a loveless life. Sure, they did not have an entirely loveless life: they had friends, family, hobbies, and many sources of joy. But the love they felt for life when looking at a puppy at a park couldn't compare to dancing in the rain with someone you fancy. The love they felt for life when buying pretty flowers for their nightstand was nothing next to cuddling in bed past noon.

Experts didn't have a clue about what was going on with their soulmate or the lack thereof – or even "Schrodinger's soulmate" as Y/N called it – but they couldn't put a stop to their running thoughts. As they spent their whole life thinking about it, they couldn't help but feel special: every single individual had an "other half" but them. Maybe their string pointing to absolutely fucking nowhere was Universe's way of saying "hey Y/N, you don't deserve love, maybe next time!".

Y/N observed their string that pointed at the sky as they walked to work, imagining how it would be to witness life with someone else's eyes. How does the world present itself with a vibrant red string that resembled a treasure map, in which the X represented the most wonderful feeling a human can feel? The girls that shared candies on a bench, the guy that served their coffee, and the receptionist of the building, all of them had the assurance of following a straight path to their lovers if they wished to. They all knew they could be loved and cherished and kissed on the spots they were most insecure about. They knew the person they were destined to spend their whole life with was safe somewhere. But Y/N knew they could marry the atmosphere, for what was possible.

The newly graduated scientist decided to put a stop to their introspections on frivolous matters like love – of course, this being a total facade they presented to people to seem unbothered by it – and focus on their obligations for the day. After spending years burning every single brain cell on difficult equations and acquiring student debt of the size of the moon, one could imagine that being an astrophysicist would be more glamorous: planetariums, telescopes, discovering new galaxies. Sure, someone who works at a fancy university, NASA, or Stark Industries could have all of that, but not Y/N. Don't get me wrong, Y/N was very grateful for their job, but sometimes they wondered if the right choice was made by trading the big companies of space-related technology to learn with the genius Dr. Erik Selvig.

Working with the Swedish scientist promised never-ending knowledge of Einstein-Rosen bridges and many other wonders of theoretical physics. Still, it said expectations were instead met with long lists of required research on nordic myths. Jane and Darcy already explained in detail all their discoveries of the past year when Thor - yes, the god and Foster's boyfriend, as crazy as it may seem - appeared out of nowhere in New Mexico and changed all humanity's knowledge of the universe forever and of course, as someone new on the field, Y/N found it very exciting. Even as a newbie, they were curious and capable as everyone else on the team, so reading borrowed dusty books about old deities felt like a waste of potential.

They trusted the professor with their life, but since the god of thunder made a special appearance on Earth, he has gone a little bit...lunatic, for a lack of better wording that could sugarcoat the actual state of his mind. Working with him on day to day basis made Y/N feel like a coadjuvant on Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde: in one second the blonde concentratedly wrote equations of the highest difficulty related to multiverse theories on the whiteboard, and in the other, he was shouting nonsense about Asgard, Midgard and hidden knowledge on the old texts; what bring to Y/N and the infinite paper stack on their table.

Okay, to be fair, Y/N would be lying if they said that they absolutely hated this part of the job, as it was much more entertaining than getting hot-headed over seemingly dead-end physics equations. Reading everything from the genesis of Asgard to its imminent end at Ragnarok and every single character that existed in the between, the scientist couldn't help but choose favorites. Their colleagues, Darcy, Selvig, and mostly Jane drooled when talking about Thor, his magic hammer, and long blonde locks. Even though Y/N could feel he was a nice guy and all, their attention was focused on his younger, quieter brother.

The stories put bad lighting on Loki Odinson, describing him as a mischievous, trickster, egocentric person but the feelings transpassed to them was of so much compassion that their heart must as well explode when reading about him. Yes, he was the God of Mischief and was always creating chaos in his realm, but couldn't you understand his motives? Just imagine how it must felt like growing up in his older brother's shadow, with every single person - including your own father - diminishing his achievements to magnify Thor's popularity even more! Well, everyone's entitled to have an opinion, and Y/N thinks raven hair is nicer than golden and magic is more interesting than muscles. Simple as that.

The scientist's head started to pound heavily, their eyes burning holes inside their skull and their stomach was sick to the point it felt like it was turning somersaults, as it always did when they spent way too much time curled over all the parchment covered-in dust obsessing over Loki - disguised by scientific research, of course. The whole week went like this and Y/N always downed some medicine down their throat and continued to work hard, but the migraines were getting stronger every day. Complaining to themselves about how the ache in their temples made it so hard to focus and form coherent trains of thought, they glanced at the clock on the wall. Only one hour and a half left of the work journey, good enough.

They quickly organized their table and talked to Dr. Erik, who, despite his urgency in advancing the research, was very comprehensive. So, work: check. Next step: finding a pharmacy while trying to not throw up from all the pain. Good thing Y/N lives in New York City and there are stores everywhere you set your sight on...and if they couldn't hold back the vomit, it's not like people are going to judge them so much right? C'mon, it's NY, at least it wasn't going to be that unusual of a thing.

As an astrophysicist and Dr. Erik Selvig's favorite intern to pile work on, they didn't have enough time or money to go to the hospital to get every "stupid symptom" checked. Y/N felt like dying, sure, but you and I know that no matter the illness, they would step out of the doctor's office with a flu diagnosis. So the smartest decision is, obviously, to get medicine for all the wrong stuff going on in their body. Only relaxing from all the rush of trying to not puke, faint, or cry from the headache when handing the cashier their debit card, the sight of their own hand hits them like a brick.

How great is the human mind and all of its levels of complexity, its delicate and intricate gears allowing conscient, external responses to subconscious perceptions. The golden thread, the subject of most of their worries that would otherwise be constant in its position, was leading somewhere out of the door. Their heart dropped, focusing on the inviting leaded path, their queasiness becoming just an annoying thought at the back of their mind. The string changing wasn't even an option for them, that being such an impossible scenario that Y/N didn't ever fantasize about it. They always took for a fact that they didn't have a soulmate, so the line basically pulling them towards someone was absolutely dumbfounding.

Tucking the meds under their arm, they ran after the thread feeling like a kid expecting to meet a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Y/N didn't know what to expect: to be honest, they didn't even know if they weren't hallucinating. Did their soulmate string lag all these years? Was their soulmate an older astronaut, who spent all of Y/n's life in space? Or worse, what if their soulmate were just born and they would have to wait decades to meet them? God, that's so weird, they sure fucking expected that they weren't running after a hospital or something like that. Wait, what if their soulmate was dead and some crazy scientist resurrected them?

Their head, still throbbing from the pain, spun in circles just like their thoughts. What if, what if, what if? Just what ifs, no plans, no logic, no focus. Their head was so full of "what ifs" that were no room for other feelings than concern. Having an abnormal soulmate thread resulted in so much pain their whole life but the worries that came with the scenario of finally having someone were nothing that Y/N ever heard of. The path could be leading to an abandoned warehouse in the middle of the creepiest forest to encounter Frankenstein's monster himself, and the only thought crossing their mind would be: does he like me?

Quietly thanking the Universe or whoever was in charge, Y/N sighed in relief when the string pointed to a large crowd on a busy street. It would be awful to find their one when there were dozens of people gathered together, but at least they could be sure that they weren't destined for Michael Myers hiding in the woods. The scientist takes a deep breath in order to calm down their soulmate-induced panic and looks around to form a tactical plan, but instead of locking eyes with a handsome someone, they met terrified looks. No one batted an eye at the astrophysicist, their wide eyes locked on something - or someone - way far ahead of them, their bodies frozen in place, unsure of every movement. New York, the city that never sleeps, whose streets were always booming with movement, fell dead silent. But no, Y/N couldn't call a uber from work and go straight home, they absolutely had to waltz themselves into this mess. Way to go, Y/N, what a great way to read the room.

Even though the little devil at their shoulder begged for them to tiptoe their way out, their feet seemed glued to the floor. They were completely clueless about what was happening and what they could and could not do. C'mon, you're a scientist, you work for one of the smartest men alive, you can work out some solution for this shit. Looking around again, they choose the youngest person in a three-foot circle, praying that this choice reflected a lesser possibility of being ridiculously rude to them - considering that absolutely no one dared utter a word - and nudged at a 17-ish boy's shoulder. Shooting him an apologetic look, Y/N mouthed a "what's happening?".

"I just got here like 10 minutes ago, but at the front is a very creepy weird dude with an even creepier scepter with blue lighting on it and he is shouting at us because he wants to be king or some shit like that. I thought he was just an anime nerd who thinks he is god because he is wearing really weird clothes, but looks like he is using magic to control people? That's all I know". He let it out in only one breath, in a voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so tired of living in New York man, I thought we were done after the Iron Monger/Obadiah Stane mess in 2009. All these weirdos wandering around... If I survive, I'm moving to California".

Y/N answered with a discrete smile. Okay, five minutes ago they were trying to convince themselves that they are smart and capable of making clever decisions but, for the first time in forever, they had hope. What horrible timing to finally meet their soulmate in a hostage situation by a (probably) Reddit user who thinks he is superior because he watched American Psycho a bazillion times and could pull off some magic tricks, and honestly, it's a shame that Y/N didn't give a single fuck to their plans. Their soulmate string was pointing to someone, the weirdo's superiority complex could wait, I guess. Passing through the crowd as they followed the golden path as if they were trying to get the best spot at a Taylor Swift concert at Madison Square Garden, they were increasingly ahead of the crowd. If they did have a soulmate, their soulmate was sure dumb to be that close to the psychopathic geek.

Now, in literally the middle of this mess, Y/N could see the wannabe-villain face and... This is so embarrassing. The teen's description was right but didn't do justice. The man had an unusual style, yes, but in an almost theatrical manner. A golden horned helmet lay on top of his long dark hair and framed his face perfectly, the contrasting colors making the man even paler, contributing to an eerie, power-hungry king look. Even though Y/N never laid eyes on someone like him before, he looked familiar: like an old childhood friend, an actor in a play you once saw, or someone you met in a dream. The type of memory that is stored in the back of your mind you can't quite make it hit the surface. Despite the situation - if you can ignore it - he looked beautiful. His power was mesmerizing and they couldn't look anywhere else. The man didn't sense their stare and continued his speech, which Y/N didn't catch the start of.

"Kneel before me" He shouted, some people in the crowd obeying his command. "Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state?"

The astrophysicist rolled their eyes and stood still on their feet. He was gorgeous, but it's no excuse to kneel... Well, his act was absurd and he didn't pay for dinner beforehand, so at least not tonight. The man up front opened his arms, his big gestures reflecting his big ego.

Y/N felt a slight pull on their string, reminding them that they were there for a reason, they had a purpose to fulfill. They didn't have a clue about how the thread worked, but maybe their soulmate got ahead of them in the crowd and tried to get their attention. Maybe their soulmate wanted Y/N to make the first move, maybe they were in a spot where they couldn't move that much. Jesus, the astrophysicist knew for a fact that purposefully being knee-deep into this shit was a dumb move, but you always could be...dumber, that's the word to describe it. Maybe common sense fell out of their bag at the drug store, being that the last place they have seen it. So, breathing heavily from the anticipation, Y/N squeezed their way closer to the front.

No one in the crowd struggled to maintain them farther away, complying rather quickly with their efforts, keeping their eyes glued to the golden thread afraid if they blinked, it may change again. Searching for their one was the main focus, the only thought on their head, the concentration was so great that Y/N slightly stumbled on their feet when the mass of bodies that prevented them from walking freely disappeared. Nothing obstructed their view, the path was clear. No frightened people, just the granite floor, the man, and the golden string connecting them.

His full image in front of Y/N made everything fall in place, as it is scary as one may think of this situation. A character that fell out of an old book, the raven hair that reflected the light of the buildings around among with his golden horns, the mischief of his eyes, and the scepter holding into what the scientist recognized as the Tesseract not only hinted but confirmed his identity. Loki of Asgard surely wasn't on Earth as part of Odinson's family trip.

They felt stupid. They should have felt this before based on their actions tonight, yes, but they felt stupid. And anxious. And scared, so scared. But, most of all, stupid, because everything seemed so predictable now. Fate, an arch-nemesis, played the game beautifully in leading Y/N in this time and place. Inexplicable hyper fixation on Laufey's son and his story, the pounding head, and the knot on their stomach while even thinking about him this week. Intuition, premonition, gut feeling. The abnormal string was actually pointing to the right place, doing its best to lead to another reality realm. If Y/N's friends had a penny for every time they joked about how one of them was destined to a deity... they would have one penny and a crazy story.

"It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity". Loki didn't seem to notice either the thread or the dumbfounded Y/N.

As soulmate strings, the question "why do humans cry when they feel strong emotions?" has been raised tirelessly from the beginning of time. Even though it's way out of their research field, the subject did also fascinate Y/N, who learned on research that, up to the 1600s, the prevailing theory was that all sentiments heated the heart, consequently generating water vapor that would escape from our eyes. In modern days we know that this belief it's invalid, but they couldn't feel like it didn't have some truth in it. As their eyes watered and their vision became blurry, disappointment, anger, and nonconformity rose in their heart and heated their chest.

On Soulmates 101 you don't really learn what to do in this type of situation. Sure, there are cute stories about soulmates who absolutely hated each other when they met, soulmates who were so different that they both thought that it was a mistake, and so on. But being fated to a God who happens to be enslaving Earth's population as a boost of ego... well, that's a first. Not that Y/N isn't used to having problems about their destiny.

Learning so much about Loki in the past months made them sympathize with him. Understand his motives, understand his personality, and understand his background. Understand, at least to the surface level, who he is. But this is too far. Mischievous tricks and pranks on the Asgardian royal family were a classic move, but this? Plotting a cartoony evil plan to be the king of the world? And all of that on a Friday night when a hot shower and a warm bed are waiting for them back home?

"You were made to be ruled". He went on with his megalomaniacal speech, making a pause and looking around, checking if he got the impact he was waiting for. His vision set a stop on Y/N. Their eyes locked for a beat of time that seemed like an eternity, sharing an unspoken understanding, knowing that wasn't the time or place. His eyes, marked in craziness, soften for a minute. He breathes shakily, fully filling his lungs. As he dry swallows, only the scientist ahead of the crowd gets a glimpse of a frightened, destroyed man. "in the end...you will always...kneel".

Should they do something? Could they do something? But, do what? Was it even logical to scream at the top of their lungs, begging him to stop, like the lame white love interest of an action movie who keeps saying "babe, stop! You're not like this!" in the middle of a fight scene? But who had the power to change his mind if not his soulmate? God, this isn't fair at all. Most people meet their soulmate at 20-something in a coffee shop and spend their whole lives happily together. But here is Y/N, debating internally if they should stop their meant-to-be (whose existence wasn't known up to 40 minutes ago) from being a tyrannical king. Not fair at all.

A sudden loud noise behind their back put a stop to their thoughts, the crowd splitting in half like the red sea in order to let its source walk freely to Loki. Like a god ex machina, red, white, and blue came into their vision: Captain America stood tall and confident, loud footsteps from his heavy boots contrasting with the sepulchral silence. Relief and panic washed over the scientist a the same time, like an electric shock right into their nervous system.

"You know" he annunciated "The last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing".

"The soldier" Loki chuckled, the laugh didn't meet his eyes. Y/N felt like the mass stopped breathing at the same time as an individual living organism. "The man out of time".

"I'm not the one who's out of time".

With that and the aircraft that unexpectedly appeared in the night sky, pointing a machine gun toward Loki, hell breaks loose. The scientist's head spun like it was part of Disney World's Mad Tea Party, the previously quiet and submissive mass of people running around, bumping into their body uncontrollably. Their shoulders ached, but their legs stood glued to the floor like blocks of concrete - Y/N thought they deserved to know what happens to their soulmate after all this time. Police ushered them to run to a safe spot, but their eyes were glued to the fight happening just a few feet away.

Loki shooted a blast of blue lightning from the tesseract at the aircraft, which maneuvered just in time for Captain America to throw his shield at the Asgard prince. Y/N's throat felt tight, wanting to scream "watch out!" but knowing it wasn't the right thing to do. The right thing to do was to run away as soon as the avengers showed up to save the day. The right thing to do was to not follow the golden thread to this mess. The right thing to do was to focus on the job and not spend hours reading about nordic old myths. The right thing to do was to take a better-paying, less interesting workplace. Maybe, the right thing to do was to never leave their bed until soulmates are not real anymore.

The golden thread that linked them together jumped in place with Loki's movements as he battled with Steve Rogers, fists meeting flesh, scepter meeting shield. The metallic sound of the clashing, the grunts, and the screams muffled Y/N's hard breathing, trying to contain their sobs, keeping their tears at bay. The world didn't care about their feelings, didn't care if they would ever get their happily ever after.

Their movements are way too fast and complex for someone out of the fight to comprehend, the violence looking like a choreographed waltz, the sirens sounding like an orchestra. The God of Mischief threw the soldier to the ground, swatting the bright collared shield away. Standing tall over the blonde, he grabbed the scepter tighter, pointing to the sharp end of the blue helmet. Y/N knew Rogers's abilities were extensive and he wasn't a hostage to his gadgets, but it was also part of their knowledge that Loki was a powerful sorcerer. But it was impossible for a newbie astrophysicist to know for a fact who would win in a battle between a deity and an enhanced super-human.

It felt so useless, discussing between doing what is right or doing what feels right when both weren't even an option. They were destined to be together and there was nothing Y/N could do: their presence and the presence of the next person were the same in this situation. The golden line wrapped around their finger stared back at its owner almost in mockery - the couple has never been so close, but the scientist has never been so unhopeful, even when they didn't even know about his existence. They surrendered to the gut-wrenching feeling that rose from the pit of their stomach, spreading like oil on a lake, making everything darker, lifeless, polluted.

The memory of the pull of the string by Loki's gesticulation flashed in Y/N's mind. They had as much understanding on soulmate threads as a kindergarten kid, only knowing the theoric part and having no experience whatsoever, but perhaps, just perhaps, they could do something. Y/N watched attentively, heart in hand. Not what they wanted to do, no, but what they should do. If what they wanted to do was on the table, they would have cried out to the raven-haired man, begging for explanations, the moment they set their eyes on him. But, who cares about what Y/N wanted? They had moral obligations, that sat above everything else.

"Please, let this work" the astrophysicist muttered. They rolled their wrist, grabbing the invisible thread like a rope in a Tug of War game, yanking it down in hopes of controlling the other side's movements like a ventriloquist.

Much to his surprise, Loki's hand falls, the scepter falling on the floor. The Captain didn't demonstrate his confusion at the prince's sudden change of behavior but took advantage of it, getting out of his passive stance and forcing Loki to the ground. Their team got him cornered while a policeman finally lost his patience with Y/N, grabbing them by the waist and forcing them out of the scene. Both were being talked to, but the scientist couldn't discern any words out of the cop's ramble even if their life depended on it.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I had to. I'm so sorry, I didn't want to" Y/N struggled to get the words out, their throat hurt from the contained sobs from before. Now, they didn't have any reasons — or strength — to fight their emotions. They sobbed like a child, the tears feeling like waterfalls, a powerful unstoppable force of nature. They knew that Loki couldn't hear them, but they hoped he could understand their motives.

His ice-blue eyes stared at Y/N, not showing any emotion. Just a stony, indifferent stare.

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