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GOTG on Incorrect Quotes ft. my OC! (because why not?)

Nave: If you water water, it grows.

Quill: ...What.

Mantis: She's got a point.

Gamora: Do you guys ever have a civilized conversation that doesn't require insulting each other every time you get a chance?

Quill: No.

Nave: No.

Gamora: Didn't think so.

Nave: Good. Thanks, dad.

Rocket: You just called Yondu “dad”. You just said “thanks, dad.”

Nave: What? No, I didn’t. I said “thanks, man”.

Yondu: Do you see me as a father figure, Nave?

Nave: No. If anything I see you as a bother figure ‘cause you’re always bothering me.

Quill: Hey! Show your father some respect!

Nave: I didn't call him DAD!

Quill: Rocket, you’re in charge!

Nave: Rocket, can we start a fire?

Gamora: Nave taught me to think before I act.

Gamora: ...So if I smack the shit out of you, rest assured that I thought about it and am confident in my decision.

Nave: Hey, are you alright with swearing? Asking for a friend.

Quill: Yeah?

Nave: Bitch.

Nave: Thanks for opening my message and not responding.

Rocket: All good bro, any time.

Nave: Fuck you.

Nave: When I was younger, Quill told me that the paper strip that’s in the chocolate kisses were edible and I ate them with the chocolate for a year.

Rocket: They are!

Nave: FOR REAL?

Rocket: No! Why did you fall for it again?

Drax: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something!

Quill: You left me, Rocket, Groot and Nave in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.

Drax: I did that on purpose, try again.

Nave, pointing to Quill and Gamora: Distract them! I'll be right back! *leaves*

Drax: Okay!

*five minutes later*

Nave: *returns and sees Quill and Gamora unconscious on the ground* What did you do? I said distract them, not knock them out!

Drax: There's just no pleasing you sometimes.

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The White Dove Pt 49 - Deed He See Us

@devilishminx328. @theincaprincess, @lilith15000, @jesevans, @jiminapickle

The White Dove Masterlist

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Thengel absolutely in person had detailed the pieces of furniture you had chosen, adoring especially the familial pieces and the special bed that you chose to help learn how to sleep in beds again. Gladly he had slept on your cloud couch and as you slept before you chose to go back to school he had taken as much time as possible to detail the top of the folded sections of sail without touching or moving them to get a fuller look.

Off the taped up design he could only imagine what it looked completely, as those sections he could see were well beyond what was on the paper. Unimaginably by hand you had made this magical sail out of very natural wool, chord and the spool of Asgardian metal chord on the rotating wooden spools above anti gravity platforms. While with usual supplies even machines took great lengths to meet even the most basic of standards. He couldn’t wait to see it when it was treated and whole to be fitted with the proper grommets to be fixed to Eldfalls’ mast.

Up here you had made a home for yourself over the years and it was beyond what the glimpses in your hobby videos and pictures had shared. To the brim he filled your pantry and with Eddie’s help kept you well fed and coated in your bee creams to help the bruises and scrapes along.

Nightly as promised Wade dropped by to trade your daily dose of pain meds the hospital filled for you before being discharged for snacks and some more candies. A fellow assassin who shared what you knew to be true, both Rogers and War Machine were making trips to Queens to fail at subtly asking others about having seen you with one of Stark’s spare suits was camped across the street to catch the first sight of the injured teen for himself. Something possible as Thengel took a day trip to Washington after seeing you off to school.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” you said making Harry flinch as he entered the hall were you were waiting for him on the way to his locker. Subtly he adjusted the lay of his sling in a stolen glance at yours. “There is no way you hide from me in this city, Harry.”

“I’m, not, hiding.” He said straightening up out of nerves.

“You know, no matter how badly your relationship ended I highly doubt hiring a man with a wrench is anyhere near your style.”

“I just, after my dad, your wrist.”

“I’ve had my wrist broken five times, this wrist. I am perfectly fine, and if you are washing your hair as often as you claim,” you said making him glance away and chuckle.

“It would fall out, I looked it up.” He said and asked, “Does it hurt? You got almost a hundred stitches.”

“Mostly numb, in a non-frightening dead nerve sort of way,” you said making him chuckle again. “How’s the shoulder. First pop always is the worst then it can become like brunch on Tuesdays after a while.”

“Good, I can take it off tomorrow. Just have to go easy on lifting a few days in the gym and if I have full rotation Coach said I could play.”

“Well, step one to disregarding your safety to building a winning team legacy.” You joked making him chuckle again.

“I’m sorry, I avoided you.”

“You did, call Gwen at least? Or will you be sporting a boot to go with that sling?”

“I texted, brothers are good. Hate me more, but they’re good.”

“See, and you were worried,” you said turning to head to your first class.

Pity points had gotten you alternate assignments or written copies permissible when typing was required as well as when you got to work and the sling had been removed a chance to show the cast wouldn’t hinder you at all.

Misique however wouldn’t be so fortunate. And one handed you would disguise your cast free arm with your usual gloves and sleeves down to ensure no injury was seen as you helped your friends the best you could. Without letting on what you had to face when your glow dimmed and you had to put that cast back on again to pretend to be as helplessly ruined as some passers by imagined you to be now.

All before you turned 18, cut down in the prime of your youth. To achieve apparently nothing like a damsel right out of a romance novel staged in the Victorian age, swept across a fainting couch to spend the rest of your days in hiding for the shame of what you might have achieved had you not stepped into the line of fire.

“Pluto,” Dr Octavius was first to spot you and looked your sweater and jean clad self over.

“I’ve broken my wrist before. No Victorian waif here.”

Weakly he chuckled and said, “I was merely curious of where you could hide almost a hundred stitches on you,” making you giggle.

In a circle you moved your free hand with a finger extended, “It wraps around the arm and down the middle finger, rest are on my ribs. Dissolvable. Not more comfortable but at least I won’t have to trouble the good Surgeon to break out his tiny scissors.”

“Are you at least pain free? My spare arms took some getting used to on my lower back and hips. Cast must be heavy, reaches past your fingers, printed metal can be strenuous.”

“Getting used to it. Sleeping, is complicated. Lots of pillows, had to move a foot stool over.”

“I won’t keep you much longer, do let us know if you need anything.”

Stares from Professors didn’t last long as you seemed, aside from the gradual dip into your seat and fidgets to keep tolerably comfortable that you didn’t seem any worse for wear. Braided hair and all well taken care of and well prepared for classes until after a stop for a snack at Octavius’ home where Dr Connors would join you back to your place you went, seemingly unfazed but stealing a glance up at the building Stark assumed you wouldn’t see him hiding on top of.

Eddie outside was there to make you grin and accept his help over the back seat of his bike to be driven back where homework would keep you busy until Thengel got back from his trip. He would only be here a few more days and was pleased prior to the accident that you had been given the week off to fit the shops post holiday schedule around availability of others.

All you had to do for the candle shop was keep your arm out of view of customers to keep on the sales floor. Not as hard as it seemed with a rest of your encased arm behind your back faking a lean on the counter with your opposite hip to angle it out of their view to almost seem casual to them but not anyone else behind you really. Absurd but it did the trick, while at the book shop you were reduced to the cart for the crates and toted that around to one handed unwrap and shelve the inventory keeping on usual pace to keep funds rolling in as a good chunk of your hospital money went to pay off the hospital bill.

At least when the first day of spectacle was over your coworkers had a fair solid footing of the notion of pride for how hard you pushed through the obvious pain and irritation of the injuries. Back to striking it on your own now publicly your grandfather was known have to flown back to his work on your home continent.

In glorious fashion you could only laugh to keep from crying how you had 800k within your palms and then like a crash of thunder it was gone only leaving shiver inducing memory in its wake to have you remember it was once there.

Off the backs of bees colors changed to signal the notice of Eddie entering your apartment. Memory of what was coming from his own 18th birthday lured him here earlier than sunrise. Upon which it took the hand on your forehead to not fling yourself towards your windows at the sudden drop of snow out of a cloud fueled plume that appeared suddenly over your head. “Right here,” he hummed feeling through Venom the race of your heartbeat as he watched you wiggle an arm free from your blankets to catch the small rectangular box with just a mint colored button in the middle of it. “Not the most pleasant of wake up calls.”

When his hand eased back the click of a lighter turned your focus to the shark shaped candle atop the muffin that had you smile. “Happy Birthday, Sister,” Venom hissed along to Eddie’s sing of the traditional song ended by the close of your eyes and blow to send your wish out into the universe.

Just like a switch flipped the sudden sound of trees outside had your eyes open and body turn to go to your window where open mouthed Eddie said, “Someone has very good timing. I know you like cottages but this is a bit much.” About the view of cottages in a world right out of a fairy tale with a castle off in the distance atop a large hill.

“I need my shoes.” You sighed and turned to find socks and boots to go with your knee length sweats and baggy long sleeved shirt. The lack of snow was confirmed when you opened the front door of your place to feel the warmth of a spring day that had some kids from your town giggling as they enjoyed the grass and wildflower patches around cobbled pathways that led in various directions.

Largely a board for notices in the middle of had a partly rolled alert for the citizens of this group delusion you both were drawn to unlike others who had yet to find out why the Grimms had done this again to New York. “Grimms lost Kitty, if found bring to the palace.” Deeply you sighed and said, “Okay, where’s the ocean?” you asked yourself partly as you circled to listen for clues and lead the way to go hunt their Kitty down.

Three hours later an exasperated Reed Richards alongside Tony Stark had taken turns to show off their army of cats that had been gathered and was being kept inside a bubble barrier by Susan Storm to the Grimms who sat atop thrones in a line inside the castle.

Dripping wet the pair of you turned heads on the guard escorted pathway to be announced to the rulers of this world who inched up seeing who had come to offer up findings. Out of a nest of seaweed woven like a basket a color changing octopi poked its head soliciting a collective gasp of glee from the Grimms who stood at the sight of their mischievous beloved. “Took a bit of coaxing, but we found Kitty.”

“Kitty Kristofferson Kraken IV,” the tallest said in accepting the basket off your wrapped cast coated arm that the other group stole what view of the injured limb they could as Eddie stepped forward offering a woven nest all his own.

“Kitty got married. Wouldn’t come without Opal here.”

“Our Kitty is ready for a family! We need to expand his tank a third story for the babies!” the rounder of the Grimms claimed the next basket and the third in the production of a glass apple shaped magical orb Eddie scooped you up bridal style in one arm. You reached up to pinch your nose, and his free hand rose to do the same with his.

Sudden and fast everyone was sent back to their lives at the moment of being taken unlocking the time lock bubble that now had clocks jolt forward to catch up the four hours. Ear pops were a necessity after the jolt back for those who forgot or were unable to plug their nose and as Eddie’s legs buckled to the force of the jolt back to your room he kept you steady by sitting down.

“Oh, I have to get ready for work,” you said adjusting to the change in time.

“Breakfast!” Eddie said helping you up, “You shower and I’ll heat up the food and you can have your birthday muffin and drop you at the candle shop!”

Halfway down the street from the candle shop, post shift, you paused outside an upscale jewelry shop and promptly got to ruining the afternoon of the man working inside. Just sight of your well worn heels, bolero hat, stained double breasted coat frayed on the arms and the four year old periwinkle cashmere long sleeved dress you had on over grey tights paired with your rainbow fox fur purse instantly know you were pretending to have cash.

“You need to leave,” the man said as The Rock, Shawn Michaels and Triple H, who were in town for a wrestling film they alongside other big names had cameo roles and were doing press for, each in here to pick up gifts for their partners to take home with them. “We have rules on our clientele.”

“I was just wanting to ask about moonstone pricing.”

Pointedly he looked down at you to say firmly, “This isn’t some crystal shop, so take you and your tacky dumpster diving wardrobe wearing self head down to the bridges and find a palm reader shop where they can help you. Leave now or I will have the manager escort you off the premises.”

“Fetch him then.” You replied making the trio of men behind you internally smirk at the confidence of the petite figure who, by the stature of the man behind the counter, might have otherwise been intimidated.

A second floor attendant, a woman came from a polishing station to the counter off to your left asking the trio, “Can I help you find something particular?” Triple H stepped forward while the other two men split to browse, the Rock closer to you triggering you to steal a glance up at him. A grin flinched across his face after he stole a look at your restrictive cast that stuck out of your sleeve and changed the shape compared to the other.

“Bad fall?” he asked in a polite tone.

“You could say that. Man got fired and came after his former boss’ son with a ten pound wrench. Almost hit my friend’s baby brother in the head, caught it in my wrist pulling him away, then wrench man grabbed me and threw me into traffic.” You said dropping the jaws of the men who were looking at you fully to hear what you said. “Shattered my wrist, fractured ribs, broke my rings covering my head, why I’m here. Not all bad though, used to breaking things.”

Triumphantly the self righteous man returned with a broader older fellow behind him, who the trio of men and sales woman watched go deer in the headlights a moment seeing who was in his shop. Unlike how the salesman expected the Manager fidgeted with his tie and asked, “Countess Pear, how may I help you today? And I apologize fully for my employee, he’s an ignoramus on occasion.” To the man he looked and said, “Go polish something. I will speak to you later.”

The title had the men pause a moment as well as the woman before you had answered, “Viscountess, but oh doesn’t matter, my rings broke and I was wondering about pricing for moonstones if you would be able to get some, or know where I could get some for a new ring.”

“We have a fine supply in the back I shall go and fetch them for you, if you would have a seat,” he gestured at a table for jewelry planning near the back corner of the store for privacy you shifted to move to. “I shall be right with you.”

“Countess?” Shawn asked lowly with brows raised on your step around him.

“Viscountess, my Grandfather is an Earl in Denmark. No one really cares here.” You said making the guys smirk in your path to the seat, each intrigued at the mysterious person and odd mix of reactions to you. Onto the chair you settled gingerly in a one handed adjustment of your dress skirt and coat.

When he came back a picture on your phone helped to settle the styles of both the former stone and black zirconium band, though now the ring would have a three carat round moonstone that matched the finish. Far from the most expensive piece even on display for a few meager hundred dollars before a fee the man promised to have ready for you as soon as possible as he accepted your card to pay in advance.

Johnny Storm’s voice turned your head as he entered the shop, “Now there’s the birthday girl.”

“Hey, Johnny,” you said making his grin spread as he came up to your side with your injured arm.

“Whatcha buying?”

“Replacing my rings, Eddie found a new resin band for me, like my old one with gold foil and forget me nots but also with some spotted feathers too. They’re going to make my moonstone ring replacement.”

“Sounds like you need some earrings.” He said splitting a wide smile across his face.

“I have earrings.”

“You woke up on your birthday and had to dive to a reef somewhere to go find the Grimms’ octopus, terrible way to kick a new year off, for one, and two, how did you know Kitty was an octopus?” He asked with brows arching up to accent his playful tone further amusing the physical entertainers to this odd show of a shopping trip they walked into.

“Kitty and his predecessors have been on their holiday cards for years now.”

“Right, we thought it was some odd find the cat game or something. Makes so much more sense now. I’m buying you earrings.” Your mouth opened and he started to steam up, “Or so help me, Pluto, I will flame up and throw the tantrum of all tantrums until you cave in and Ben has to drag me out of here and stomp me smoldering.”

“One pair,” you said lifting a finger and he guided you to a display case that had the Manager come to help and ensure you were continually treated well while in his shop.

“One formal, one informal and one dressy casual.” He teased making you look up at him pointedly to catch his wink at you.

“She likes yellow,” he said and guided you to a yellow diamond and sapphire section.

One pair with a rather large teardrop yellow stone linked to a downward angled tear shaped diamond with a small circular one on the chain between the two stones was pointed at for you to bring up to your ear only for you to see the price tag. “She’ll take these,” he said and turned his head, “Ooh, they have diamond owls, like your parents’ rings.”

“These are over $3,000.” You said to him and he nodded to the Manager who helped you line up a mirror to see your reflection better of the stunning earrings you could wear to the big reveal celebration that was planned for Eldfalls in the summer. Those were swapped for the owl set within moments, a nice stud pair with sapphire belly stone to further match the rings and onyx stones for the eyes in circles of tiny diamonds for fluffy adorable birds.

“Ooh, moonstones,” he said for a final addition of four dangling teardrop moonstones on a single chain of alternating white and pale green shades, the white that almost seemed to glow when the light hit them. “Final one. You need nice things for a parties here and there when you graduate and get that cast off. And you can blame Susan, she told me to get you gifts from the group, she’s all couply with Mr stretchums so that makes three.”

“I don’t think they’ll be too pleased knowing how much you spent.”

“I gave you 35 grand for a bike, I think this in relation to my other shopping sprees is fairly tame. Plus, now I can give you a lift home right past that shop with that huge stained glass swan lamp you keep stopping and staring at.”

“I stare at it because they put its neck on the bird’s butt and still put it in the front window.”

“That’s why?” he asked mid laugh and smiled wider, “Then you can help me pick up Reed’s new birthday lamp, which he will adore.” He said making you roll your eyes and accept hold of the bag containing the cases of jewelry inside you would keep with the card from the shop.

And when you were gone the Manager filled in the still upset employee you were the one that the Goblin took hostage from the subway stop you often shared with him as you tried to keep kids from being hurt by the fiend. A story finished only inside his memory of you actually being a masked former fiend yourself he had offered his jacket to after you’d exposed yourself out of armor to those capable of paying attention to familiar faces out of crowds. You saved his life and his granddaughters who were with him, for that he’d have sold and designed anything you wanted.

And having overheard the whole thing, including your address, the trio of wrestlers took it upon themselves to send a bouquet and bath set. Paired with a teddy bear basket of snack goodies to your door as another birthday surprise to help make up for the idiot who claimed that just because he knew you worked in the candle shop down the street and dressed in out of season clothes that you weren’t welcome to shop there.

While Eddie’s welcome to a new year was pleasant inside your first class to the announcements you had to bring out your box and stand at the front of the class to press the button. Distantly gaining a pained whine from the exasperated and bruised Loki inside his hidden bunker came at the magical poke into his sore ribs again wounded by the crony Thanos sent to dole out another serving of pain to keep him in line and remind him of his goal.

No one, not anywhere in the school, on a day with no absences, no one was your fated partner and the pressure that lingered ever so subtly Harry’s claim that first week meeting him was released. All the same the ordeal was more an embarrassment than an exhilarating joy others felt in theirs. They found such hope in anyone at all being paired with them while mystery and self doubts made the notion of being paired to anyone impossible.

A group dinner was planned for a quiet spacious place. Nothing too extravagant as you had school the following morning.

The day after though in the return of your Nobel medals that had to be the oddest of your presents to go with the reminder of an appointment in the mail from Mr Murdock he had called you to make after being contacted by another hospital who wanted their scanners to not be hummingbirds. They wanted flying squirrels as they were a children’s hospital and they imagined the design to be more amusing to children and they needed over 300 for shockingly to them the same price as they were a bit lower on spare funds to throw at new tech.

A simple talk with you over the phone and they were calmed in your understanding comparing hospitals were a matter of figures, and on top of that you did not want to take more money away from the kids.

Not even a month and the scanners were the talk of the medical world with the initial hospital absurdly boastful on how successful they were proving to be for both patient care and assisting Doctors even when language barriers were prominent in blocking diagnosis. They knew you were working with one hand and would grant you as much time necessary, merely wanted the deal in ink to have purchase price cemented.

“These scans are incredible,” Strange said holding your cast coated arm, “Stitches seem to be improving, cuts look healed almost fully,” gently guiding your arm to shift in various angles to do so. “How is your pain?”

“Still good. Feels like I need to pop my middle finger though,” you said. Making him smirk and through the open circles in the cast press into the still slightly swollen arm and finger in various places to test the feel of it before he looked again to the scan on his tablet one of your birds had taken.

“Between the mesh and your compound bones are holding well, almost looks like just a hint of a stress fracture without a break at all, should see more considerable improvement the next week. Surely we won’t know for another month for certain how the mobility is affected, any idea of how your sensations affected or has the swelling hindered that?”

“Aside from the middle finger I would say it’s fairly normal, but I think it’s the swelling, I can wiggle most of my fingers.” And he smirked peering on at the mild wiggle of each finger around the injured one. “Know I’m not supposed to move much,”

“No, this is good.”

“Figure at the worst nine fingers full sensation not bad.” You joked making him chuckle.

“Ten fingers, even if the final one takes a bit longer to progress in physical therapy. Just keep taking good care of yourself. We heard a kids hospital hired you for some scanners, try not to work too hard. Need your rest.”

“I actually have a printer for the bodies,” causing his brow to tick up.

“Ah,” then drew in a breath, “Different story then.”

“Mainly handle the programming only, which is easy one handed. Heard about your award dinner thing. Congratulations.”

“I appreciate the actual work more than the accolades from events like that. Getting you better is the goal, dinner is a couple weeks off, right before your next checkup and that will merely be a way to mark time until we can get another scan for your file. Might even get the cast off early.”

...

“Are you playing poker?” MJ asked as she sat beside you at the morning assembly peering on at the tablet you had found broken on a night run in a dumpster and repaired.

“Yup.” You said making her smirk as you lost a hand on purpose.

“You’re not very good, just lost $200.”

“I’ll win seven hand after next.” You said making her brow arch up.

“You win hands and lose at growing odd intervals going up to nine and then it starts over again until you reach twelve rounds and then you reverse the order.”

“How do you know how to beat an online game?”

“All in the algorithm. Face to face is more complicated, more factors. No tells here it’s all on the computer and human error.”

A bit wider her grin crept as she asked to your notice of Gwen and the other Color Guard team members who sat a few rows ahead of you with stolen glances your way in doing so, “This your college fund?”

“Amongst other things. This I can do to increase my income without picking up a fifth job. Military wants to wait till March for the next Blackhowls. A kindness of theirs to not make me work in the cold hangar I assume.”

“Do you think I could get a weekend shift at the bookshop you work at?” you asked looking her way. “Got fired from the flower shop.”

“Mrs Agatha?” you asked and she nodded. “Someone needs to stop that woman. I respect the power she’s gained in her sixties but she can’t go expecting to ruin every employment record of every teen in town forever. Manager is always up to spare hands. He’s a bit loud though, tends to scare off other girls, but he’s harmless. Then again I mainly spend my summers with a squishy cannibal so I have a fair comparison of those who can do some damage.”

Softly she chuckled and replied, “Dad’s half Latin, no problem with loud.”

“I’ll talk to him and bring an application tomorrow. She tends to steer clear of the place so if you like it you’ll have a chance to stick around.”

“Good, figure I keep saving up and I could have enough for a scooter at least by the time I graduate.”

“Well if you’re up for a financial tip,” you said and she nodded, “Have a savings account for half of every check. Even if you have two savings, pretend one has a dragon in it and don’t touch it. Just in case,” you said making her grin.

“Thank you, Abuela just keeps saying stuff it in my mattress.”

“Mattresses burn,” you said making her chuckle, “Quite rapidly, no time to grab the money at all, not to mention how that would ruin a spine. Now if you’re into pottery you could seal it inside a vase or something, then you just shove those in a pillow sack and run for it if there’s a fire. But then that’s clutter and can be quite heavy, not to mention no interest at all.”

Your voice faded off and she said, “Where are you when I need a good argument over Sunday dinners?”

“Well chaos follows me. Tend to over think and have twelve backup plans minimum and fifteen possible poor outcomes accounted for prior to deciding if possible.”

“I think I’d be too paranoid doing that.”

“Well, past four years, I got a golden ticket and then got abducted. Titans attack I find a hole to dislocate my hip in the evacuations and I was on bed rest after that. That Thane guy snatched me through the window of a bus. I fell asleep on the subway platform and got snatched by Harry’s dad who was plotting to murder hundreds of people, possibly thousands to get his hands on my property. Not to mention the boxer who swung a book at my head on the street. Now wrench man. I mean, if I wasn’t a bit paranoid, then I would be the worst case of denial ever recorded possibly in the history of humanity. Right up there with the people who accepted the Trojan Horse through the gates.” You said making her cover her mouth to stifle her chuckles.

“You have arguably, the best, and worst luck in the world.” She said with a smile as you won another hand for a few hundred.

“Proof someone somewhere has a sense of humor concerning my fate.” You said making her chuckle again causing Gwen to fake fixing her sweater to steal a glance back at you both.

300, in groups of ten you counted off the hovering flying squirrels and fixed them into a series of carriers that were loaded into the bus for another series of installations at the children’s hospital.

Instruction was easy of the systems once Eddie had helped you install the nests on each floor and curious children peered up at the new additions to their care, which like the first time began to show some unseen issues that could be seen to right away.

And as the end of January came about the accomplishment of receiving a second $800k check to put into the bank was crushed a bit as you found yourself knocking on Dr Strange’s private room inside his own hospital. Horrifically injured with both hands littered with metal rods and braces rested atop two dangling trays to keep them still.

“I don’t need anything, go do something useful!” was shouted from the bruised man whose eyes flinched wider when he looked at the door.

“Hey, doing well I see.” You said easing in to let yourself in the room that Christine slipped in behind you and shut the door.

“You actually called her?” he asked Christine who let out a huff.

“You threatened to throw yourself off the bed,” she replied flatly.

“What logic is that? Why would I throw myself off the bed and damage myself more?” he said making you giggle softly and brush the loose half of your hair out of your face after settling your rainbow fox fur purse on the bed at the foot of his bed. Ever so slightly you had to adjust your bag and sweater that hung over your torn jeans that exposed bright colored tights. His eyes swept over you, “You don’t have to do this.”

Christine muttered, “Geez you are annoying. It’s the most impactful medicine we’ve seen for trauma injuries. Half a day you said you’d do anything, then the threats started and now you pretend as if you’ve been a kitten this entire time.”

“Either way, can’t make you promises, but it should at least get you out of here sooner.” You said and he wet his lips.

“How do you administer it?”

“Open cut is the best.”

“So IV is out?” she asked.

“No, you don’t put it in the bloodstream would only obstruct blood flow and cause the vein to tear.”

“He has a cut on his side, here, get you some gloves. Or, a glove.” She said and added her own carrying one back from a mounted box on the wall to help you fold the blankets back and open the front of his gown to expose the cuts and drain taped and bandaged across the exposed portion of his torso.

“Okay,” you said holding the syringe that was unwrapped from a germ sleeve as they both watched you palmate your fingers around the now uncovered gash. “Triple checking, you aren’t allergic to bee products?”

“No. Will it hurt?”

He asked and you looked up at his face, “Yup. Dull throb and if you know the feeling of nearly passing out should prickle throughout your body as it engages the healing response of your body. I’ll go a notch at a time, usually adrenaline of the accident tends to distract from the pressure. Probably best to add to this one and then the rest in those two.”

Deeply he drew in a breath saying, “I’m ready when you are.” He was willing to take a risk to heal faster and listened to Christine share on your latest scan to help distract him from the sensation of it spreading throughout his body when the syringe was put away and he was covered up again.

“Oh this is weird,” he said.

“Best to go three hour intervals checks and scans for the gashes, head and hands. Four hours in the drain shouldn’t be necessary and would be best to be removed, but that’s more for comfort as risk of germs is minimal with these clean rooms.”

“And my nerves?”

“Compound works open wounds first, then goes deeper. By the time you get this hardware out it might seem a bit hopeless but nerve damage will be faster to improve once the rest is gone.”

“And if I need a second dose?” he asked with worry in his eyes.

“You have my number, but that will come after-,”

He nodded saying, “After the trauma damage heals.”

“Let’s get that brain or yours back to 100 first, hmm?” you said patting his arm. Causing him to draw in a calming breath to deal with all of this that kept slamming into him over and over again with regret of having been the one to take his eyes off the road for a second and now his career was ruined. However by the time you left a bit later he felt he had someone who understood his place in this situation and the both of you could help one another repair what was almost taken from the world if your hands were ruined forever.

“Go away,” simple enough to understand the group of men who were clearly inebriated circled you on your walk home from the hospital. All fighters from a pro circuit in town for a tournament who recognized you as knocking one of the best out cold. Yet a caught fist and a warning shove with your foot away one man who wanted to fight had three of the five balling up their fists. Up off one foot your other rose to tangle around the leg of one of the men to tug his body into yours as you spun around to have him be punched by another. Your body weight, or rather the weight of your hidden weapons, clothes, boots and bag on top of your body weight caused that same man to drop when it let him loose enabling you to just dip out of the way and keep on walking.

The two groaning men were hunched forward to the sound of a furious, “Get back here!” And the hand that took hold of your shoulder had you reach back to grab the arm attached and drop to fling the body over your back to land flat on the pavement.

“Don’t touch me.” You said releasing the arm to keep walking.

Heavy boot falls came to a stop behind you from a body who stopped the angered two and the rest of the group who had shouted, “Get back here, little bitch!”

“You best be calling me a little bitch or I’ll break a bone for every syllable in that sentence you overgrown walking talking clumps of sewer scum. You calling me a little bitch?” A stern much deeper voice exclaimed without pause or shame.

Luke Cage, name enough to scare them away the man turned when they had gathered the man of the ground Luke kicked up onto his feet and shoved their way to run off, turned back to you. There up at him you had waited to see what he wanted to say and found him give you a kind grin. “Not bad for one arm,” he said then promptly added, “Wanted to talk to you about what you did for Mr Bradley and Miss Jubilee.”

“My first Christmas Eve here he protected me from those Nazi clones. I lost my home once, he built his life back up, doesn’t deserve to lose it. Neither does Miss Jubilee.”

“Still, most people wouldn’t bat an eye, two black heroes out on the streets.” He said with a sentimental growl to his tone.

“You know, when I was little all I wanted was to make the whole world smile. Even just once.” You shrugged and said, “I suppose you have to work your way up to the whole world, but he’s part of mine, and I think I’m wearing Miss Jubilee down.” You said jokingly making him chuckle and nod his head in a turn to walk with you.

“Known her my whole life and she still throws wooden spoons at me.” He teased back, “You find that secret you share.” Walking with you to the subway stop you needed and split up at so he could head back himself.

Halfway to your home however midway through a park you just stopped to the wonder of Iron Man who was pitifully hiding atop a bridge behind some large trees lifted up to get a fuller look of what you might have stopped for. One handed you opened your purse and brought out a blood stained pack of cards and closed the bag again. Since the delivery of the letter he had been checking on you and even following you home on occasion when he was in town. Towards the bridge you turned chucking the deck his way for a glimpse of a ruby red hand to catch the deck.

Open mouthed when his gloves folded back he opened the worn box to bring out the copperish stained cards. The two of hearts on top didn’t seem any important, though when he turned the deck over a breath caught in his throat and right away he recognized his father’s handwriting.

Pocketing the cards he let his suit cover him fully to soar over the park and land by you folding back his mask as he did. “Why’d my dad give you this? What’d you talk about? What happened back then and how did you-,” his voice cracked as he said, “What did my dad say to you? He was a terrible alcoholic all his life, whatever he said to you, you didn’t deserve it. To think you had to give us any credit, me, any credit in your speeches, whatever he said to you it isn’t true.”

“Your dad didn’t give me the cards, he gave me the pack of ammo Chickadee left him with the cards were inside. He just put that in my bag in case I vanished on him. If anything Peggy’s grudge against Chickadee had her more confrontational than Howard could have dreamed of being.” He nodded with painfully pleading eyes for you to continue. “Conversational was more the gist of topics. Kept it simple to what was happening. He was a bit disappointed, that I was me and not her, but was relatively, I would say playful in his tolerance of my company. I’m a hell of a shot and rather useful when I aim to be. Not a terrible choice. I said what I did in my speech because I hate speeches and obviously you were involved. Mostly had to wing it on stage. I wasn’t kidding about the flying car though, seen the recordings of the demo at his expo. He made a promise he didn’t keep.”

“There’s no regulating flying cars, we have terrible traffic on the ground, same as accidents, can’t trust people to be up in the air.”

“Reed’s got a flying car,” you said and he scoffed.

“That’s a jet, difference.”

“Fine, Howard Stark’s biggest promise unfulfilled.” You joked and he rolled his eyes.

“I am terrible with names,” Stark blurred out turning your focus from your glance towards the street hearing a horn, “And dates, but that’s beside the point. No one ever apologized for how Obediah treated you.”

“That-,” you said but were cut off.

“It was wrong,” he said looking at the ground, determined to get this out without tearing up or sending himself into a panic attack getting lost in the emotions of the time frame he was about to refer to. “He was agist and sexist, and a bunch of other -ists. He should have heard you out, no matter the terms of the contest. It was wrong. He had taken what I created for so long, a kid who was brilliant and he would have rather chosen an inferior design over granting you a chance that hands down should have been yours.”

He looked at you to add, “I still, to this day, cannot touch those kinetic engine schematics. You said I could catch up to the code overhaul on Goliath and I can’t even figure out what language you created to make it do that.” For a moment that hung in the air and he said, “And you gave Rhodey the code that saved me.” Sharply you drew in a breath in the clear fight of tears in his eyes, “I was in that desert for two hours because had I waited two more hours, that cave was next on the military’s list. I would have been wandering for days. You saved me.”

“I told Stane it would take more than a desert to best a Stark.”

“Almost did.” He replied softly uncertain of what to say next to fully express what he’d been trying to compile for so long to tell you. “And you saved Happy, without those shots he’d have bled out,” a bit more like a growl he asked, “Why’d you go to talk to Osborn? You dropped the letter for me, why?”

“People when they get involved in my life tend to want something. I still don’t know if Harry was being genuine in his offer of friendship with me or if it was a plot. I know when people lie to me. You really, out of everyone who could have been picked for your airline-.” He cut you off.

“No one makes an environmentally harmless aircraft. My family legacy is blowing up the planet. I don’t want that anymore. Why? Are, you happy with it? Would you have picked differently?”

“Well, the interior,”

“Terribly cliché,” he said cutting you off. “Atrocious, I believe was close to what Rodey said you said?” he said in a joking tone making you smirk.

“Tacky, is probably closer to what I said.”

“I’ve seen the Scadanavian line you made. Just finished off the final three builds, last two are sold off and next fleet, make some sketches. First round got the usual customers off my back, now we can market the top of the line package.”

“Why’d you want to give me half the profits? Nobody-,”

“Nobody bats an eye at an inner city kid who works four jobs and with twenty seven dollars in her pocket goes to donate seven to another kid’s laptop fund and uses the rest to feed herself till payday. You got four jobs, two schools, building a boat and sail that’s the talk of museums worldwide on top of being eaten by a space cat that hurls you back and forth in time. I am exhausted just thinking about it and you still are almost electrocuted to death while building planes for the military who almost refused to pay you at all. You turned the aviation world upside down at 14 on pocket change. I want some serious competition and you need deep pockets for that.” You smirked and glanced away and he asked, “What did I say?”

“When your dad asked if he had an heir he said he wanted you to have competition or it would have you go complacent.”

“Exactly!” he said pointing at you, “Hammer was useless, Reed has his head in space, Banner is still going all yoga on us, you hacked Goliath in two minutes! On your phone, whole code, everything!”

“You know the most annoying thing I kept hearing in school?” He shook his head mid shrug and you said, “That of my parents hadn’t vanished I would have been the next Tony Stark.”

“You are better.” He cut in without hesitation.

“Damn right,” you said reflexively splitting a wide smile across his face.

And he nodded repeating, “Damn right.” After a moment he said, “We’re gonna find your parents, Pluto. One day, we will.”

And with your eyes on his instantly his brows furrowed at the unknown expression that washed over your eyes that had him instantly want to cry you answered, “I was there that night and watched my father kill the first eight people who broke into our home with his bare hands.” That had his lips part, “He was larger than Thor, taller and broader, you really think for the eight years they had me in Russia, in any universe he was alive in anyone could keep a man that stubborn from finding me. Name anywhere he would let me live alone.”

“The first eight?” He whispered back.

“My father told me not even King Ragnar himself would keep him from me. Odin’s Ravens helped to name me Lagertha after the strongest shield maiden and mightiest Queen in our people’s history. They had me for eight years but they had no notion of the blood they dared to spill that night. And not even Odin himself can protect them from him when he finds them in the afterlife.”

“Lagertha, tell me something about her, Thor seems obsessed with finding her. Apparently she’s reborn and roaming around the planet somewhere. I know she was married to that Ragnar guy, had some important kids with him.”

That had you grin at him. “He was her first husband, when they divorced she married again to another King, and one day when she felt she no longer wanted to be his Queen she killed him,” you said making his brow arch up, “And became his people’s King.”

“Girl power. I like it.” Making you giggle to yourself. “Good name, Greek God of the Underworld and top Viking King out there. Can’t touch a name like that.” He paused and asked, “Odin’s ravens? How’d that work, them naming you?” Making you smile and begin to share the story on how your name was chosen.

“Good story, better than mine. Anthony, dad picked it because it sounded Italian, still even in the eighties didn’t want anyone to know we were Jewish.”

To his sunken expression you replied, “Well coming from a Pagan,” you said making him smirk your way, “Not a bad deal in the end. Could have drawn worse out of the hat. Harry Osborn thought my parents named me after Mickey Mouse’s dog when we first met,” you said making him chuckle to himself.

“Boy needs help.”

“A lot of help won’t have a fair stand at graduation at all if I hadn’t have tutored him.”

“I’m sorry, and thank you,” he said making you look at him in his glance forward then back to you again, “Didn’t actually say it before.” Making you grin and nod as he drew in a breath then changed the subject.

“You want a tip on the code?” he nodded and off a hologram his suit projected off his chest you took his side and said, “You’re reading it backwards. Aircraft are alive, they have been flying for decades, know what they are made of and how to fly, just need someone at the wheel.” You explained a simple line of code for his open mouthed self. “You don’t tell someone the process of how to catch a ball you throw at them, anatomically to depth perception and reflexology.”

“You tell them catch. So, it’s, sentient?”

“In a way. It can’t go fly to Paris and back on a whim, but we build them to work with interchanging parts that with physics work quite well on their own, like more complicated clocks. When you take out the clogging code it flies smoother. Don’t have to remind it what a light bulb is to know when a switch is flipped to turn it on and proceed to the next step. Just list the steps and reference them later. But every ship has its own intelligence level so it takes some trial and error to know how to lay out the code.”

“How did you think of that?” he asked in a whisper.

“Every night eight years chained to my bed, plenty of time to ponder the great questions of life.”

Lifting the cards again he asked, “Is this your blood?”

“No, clone blood. I have scans if you want to keep those.”

He nodded and at an alarm from his suit he said, “Walk safe, let you know about the check from the new fleet.” And off into the distance he soared freeing you to turn back the way you were headed. At least until a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you inside a shielded ship.

“You!” you said making Peter Quill gawk back at you.

“ME?!” he shouted, “You know me?!” his eyes followed the arm you had resting across your middle, “Is that a cast? I wouldn’t have grabbed you like that if I’d known.”

“Why’d you grab me at all?”

“That Iron Man guy was scoping out my ship, he talked to you about if you’d seen my ship?”

“No, it’s sort of complicated. Wanted to talk to me about an encounter with some Nazis I had recently.”

“No, no, there aren’t any Nazis, they were dead by the time I was snatched.”

“Not, exactly.” You said and sighed shifting your gaze to the mohawk donning blue man who stepped out of the cockpit.

Him asking as he got closer, “Any clue on if metal boy is staying gone or not? We just wanted some new tunes for my boy little Missy.”

“We were talking about Nazis,” Peter said looking at you intently, “You said Nazis.”

“Do you know what a flerken is?”

“Ya,” they both said and you nodded, “Well I got eaten by one, and it sent me back to ’63 and other flerkens got captured by another dimension and pulled some Hitler clones from some hidden sect who want to release them every so often, or something like that. They got killed in this one, but, ya. I ran into Iron Man’s dad back then and he had questions, plus we sort of overlap paths in this city. Why didn’t you just go to Texas or Oregon or Wyoming where Stark doesn’t travel much instead of one of his stomping grounds?”

“All the best grunge and glamour rock bands come to New York.” Peter said and you simply blinked up at him.

“Unless you went to a concert you can buy music anywhere on the planet. The whole planet. We connect cultures through the internet.”

“I know that,” he said defensively.

Looking at the blue man you asked, “Hi, Pluto, and you are?”

“Yondu,” he said with a grin. “Helped my boy Peter here get this shielded ship for this trip.” Offering you a hand you stepped aside of Peter to fit yours in his. The scars on your palms had him curiously shift his hand to look at your hand to ask, “This how human hands look nowadays? Peter’s got squiggly lines all over his, feet too.”

“Lost my parents in a fire,” you said making his grin dim. “Burned my hand prints off, footprints too but my feet don’t have the same scars. Is this planet fun, to visit? I can’t imagine we’re very high tech. Maybe like visiting the Old West to know how people survived in an older time, or is it more like visiting a zoo, let’s go gawk at some humans today?”

Yondu laughed saying, “Mainly spectacle for me, for my boy he wanted to check up on the music scene. Which can’t say for tech, but music is certainly top notch attention compared to other races we’ve encountered humans got that going for you.”

Peter said, “You never said how you knew me.”

“I know Misique and Venom.”

“Oh,” he said. “They doing okay?”

“Ya.”

Yondu asked, “What happened to your arm?”

“Man with a wrench almost hit my friend’s baby brother in the face.”

“Ah,” Peter said and nodded his head, “Well we’re not kidnapping you, you, can go now.”

“Okay,” you said and turned for the door hatch he opened again to let you out. “So weird,” you waited to mutter after hearing from the plants around you that the ship had lifted off to leave the planet.

Pt 50

#Escaped Child Assassin #Eddie Brock and Venom #Healing #Dr Strange #Dr Palmer #birthday surprise #18 #Mate Box #Loki x oc eventual #Loki #Ring shopping #Johnny Storm #Birthday Presents #Luke Cage #Tony Stark #Peter Quill #Yondu #Marvel

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Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:･ﾟ updated 11/14

18+ only | rocket x oc | 19/25 Chapters | WIP | Word Count: pending.

girl falls first; racoon falls harder.

She can see Rocket darting from camera to camera, catwalk to catwalk: legs a blur, tail flicking for balance or streaming behind him. She rises from her crouch and drifts toward the screens, chest hollow, wanting to be as close as possible to what she’s seeing. She traces a shaky, nervous finger over the edge of one screen. “I can’t believe he gets so mad at me for going off on my own,” she tells Yondu, “and then pulls shit like this–” “I’m not gettin’ in the middle of that,” Yondu interrupts her, and whistles again. Every time Rocket disappears from frame, Jolie catches her breath. This time, when he reappears, Yondu’s arrow is hovering over his shoulder, and that makes her breath a bit easier. He exits one screen, and then launches into view on another – the catwalk that Taserface is stalking down.

[NEW 11/14] ✧･ﾟ:*Chapter XIX. He Was Loved. in which a planet is killed, a friend is made and lost, and nobody still has any frickin’ tape.

angst & cw for the vague description of a hand injury. as a sidenote i appreciate those of you who have stuck with me this long. i reread my first few chapters this week and i fuckin suck at beginnings. i don't know how you all lasted this long but i am grateful ~ ♡

General summary/notes + links to recently preceding chapters behind the cut. let me know via comment, message, or ask if you'd like to be added or removed from my fanfic taglist ♡

Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops.

slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1 (but will hit most of the same major plot points). slow burn + eventual smut with a lot of pining in the middle. kinda enemies-to-lovers? (but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies). let me be real with you: this fic is really about wish-fulfillment. not just the eventual smut (but that too). mostly i just want someone to be nice to my best boy raccoon

*･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*

Chapter I. A Delicacy. in which our reluctant heroes meet atop a crate of Sovereign porn in the bowels of a Ravager ship.

Chapter II. Monster For A Pet. in which one hero wrestles with his inner Groot, and the other is quite possibly a moron.

Chapter III. A Kindness. in which Rocket gets in his own damn way: not for the first time, and certainly not for the last.

Chapter IV. Got There First. in which our heroes obtain an arsenal and street food.

Chapter V. Things No-One Has Said Before. in which one hero refuses to babysit and the other refuses to leave.

Chapter VI. Two and a Half Billion Units. in which we lean into the “they were roommates” trope. Jolie has misgivings, while Rocket has fantasies - about getting rich, of course.

Chapter VII. I'm Here. in which we visit Knowhere.

Chapter VIII. The Care & Feeding of Human Pets. in which our heroes practice breathing and we lean into a new trope: “there was (technically) one bed.”

Chapter IX. Scrapmetal and a Dream. in which we redefine homemaking.

Chapter X. Thin Fucking Ice. in which our heroes get fucked. Not in the good way.

Chapter XI. Let It Be. in which Xandar is saved and good lives are lost.

Chapter XII. So Much It Hurts. in which we try not to fuck up the vibes.

Chapter XIII. Don’t Wait. in which a lost sister is found and Drax grapples with the concept of sarcasm.

Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared.

Chapter XV: Galaxy-Breaking Shit. in which more comfort is shared, and life is good. Briefly.

Chapter XVI. Run. in which Rocket falls victim to his superstitions.

Chapter XVII. A Seedling. A Fox. A Little Girl. in which the party is divided.

Chapter XVIII. I Happen to Know a Guy. in which our heroes get fucked. Again. Still not in the good way.

Chapter XIX. He Was Loved. in which a planet is killed, a friend is made and lost, and nobody still has any frickin’ tape.

Chapter XX. Some Nerve. in which an ultimatum is given.

Chapter XXI. I Very Still. in which our heroes get fucked. In the good way, this time. Finally.

Chapter XXII. Got There Worse. in which Rocket does not say "I love you."

Chapter XXIII. Space Would Be Better Off. in which Rocket ~ discreetly ~ claims the title of boyfriend.

Chapter XXIV.

Chapter XXV.

Epilogue: Interviewing Rocket & Jo. ten years after Window ends. short/drabbly, silly fluff.

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darkdoverpseeker · 11 months

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21+. She/Her.

Please be 21+ to interact! ☀️

I'm looking for some Marvel / Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) roleplays.

I write on Discord or through Tumblr messages. Third person, past tense. Usually 2-4 paragraphs. Daily replies likely won't happen, but I'm usually able to get posts out within 2-3 days.

I'm open to MxM, MxF, or FxF pairings for canon x canon ships. However, for canon x OC ships, I only do MxM or FxF. I like canon and canon divergent plots the most. No AUs that are way out there. NSFW/smut is not a requirement for these, but I'm always open to writing it and generally do look for it to be included.

I'm open when it comes to discussing ships. I'll just be listing the characters I'm most interested in writing as right now.

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Cable

Carol Danvers

Colossus

Grandmaster

James Rhodes

Loki

Natasha Romanoff

Phil Coulson

Sam Wilson

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Wade Wilson

Yon-Rogg

Yondu

If you'd like to work something out, please like this post and I'll message you.

like if interested!

#cc x cc #oc x cc #1x1 rp #marvel roleplay #marvel rp #mcu rp #mcu roleplay #21+#spicy #discord rp #rp #roleplay

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prpfs · 11 months

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21+. She/Her.

Please be 21+ to interact! ☀️

I'm looking for some Marvel / Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) roleplays.

I write on Discord or through Tumblr messages. Third person, past tense. Usually 2-4 paragraphs. Daily replies likely won't happen, but I'm usually able to get posts out within 2-3 days.

I'm open when it comes to discussing ships. I'll just be listing the characters I'm most interested in writing as right now.

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Cable

Carol Danvers

Colossus

Grandmaster

James Rhodes

Loki

Natasha Romanoff

Phil Coulson

Sam Wilson

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Wade Wilson

Yon-Rogg

Yondu

If you'd like to work something out, please like this post and I'll message you.

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

#marvel roleplay #marvel rp #fandom roleplay #fandom rp #cc x cc #oc x cc #m/m #m/f #f/f #21+ rp

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findroleplay · 11 months

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21+. She/Her.

Please be 21+ to interact! ☀️

I'm looking for some Marvel / Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) roleplays.

I write on Discord or through Tumblr messages. Third person, past tense. Usually 2-4 paragraphs. Daily replies likely won't happen, but I'm usually able to get posts out within 2-3 days.

I'm open when it comes to discussing ships. I'll just be listing the characters I'm most interested in writing as right now.

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Cable

Carol Danvers

Colossus

Grandmaster

James Rhodes

Loki

Natasha Romanoff

Phil Coulson

Sam Wilson

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Wade Wilson

Yon-Rogg

Yondu

If you'd like to work something out, please like this post and I'll message you.

#rp #roleplay #Marvel rp #Marvel Cinematic Universe rp #MCU rp

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yandere-trashcan · 1 year

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Marvel Characters:

Avengers:

Pierto Maximoff (Quicksilver)

Bruce Banner (Hulk)

Dr. Stephen Strange

James "Bucky" Barnes (Winter Soldier)

James "Rhodey" Rhodes (War Machine)

J.A.R.V.I.S

M'Baku

Peter Parker (Spiderman)

Scott Lang (Ant-Man)

T'Challa (Black Panther)

Thor

Tony Stark (Ironman)

Vision

Wong

Guardians:

Drax the Destroyer

Gamora

Groot (Adult)

Groot (Baby)*

Mantis

Nebula

Peter Quill (Star Lord)

Rocket

Yondu

X-Men:

Colossus

Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

Venom:

Eddie Brock

Venom

Villains:

Ego

Hela*

Loki

Otto Octavius (Doc Oc)

Ronan the Accuser

Ultron

Other:

Grandmaster

Nick Fury

The Collector

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trustxxmyxxrage · 11 months

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Marvel Roleplays

21+. She/Her.

Please be 21+ to interact!

I'm looking for some Marvel / Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) roleplays.

I write on Discord or through Tumblr messages. Third person, past tense. Usually 2-4 paragraphs. Daily replies likely won't happen, but I'm usually able to get posts out within 2-3 days.

I'm open when it comes to discussing ships. I'll be listing the characters I'm most interested in writing as and then some of my favorite ships as well (with the character I'd prefer writing in bold, if I have a preference).

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Cable

Carol Danvers

Colossus

Grandmaster

James Rhodes

Loki

Natasha Romanoff

Phil Coulson

Sam Wilson

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Wade Wilson

Yon-Rogg

Yondu

Bruce x Tony

Bruce x Thor

Bruce x Loki

Bruce x Natasha

Bucky x Sam

Bucky x Steve

Bucky x Zemo

Cable x Wade

Colossus x Wade

Grandmaster x Loki

Rhodey x Tony

Loki x Mobius

Loki x Tony

Coulson x Tony

Steve x Tony

Tony x Strange

Tony x Pepper

Wade x Vanessa

Wade x Wolverine

Wade x Loki

Wade x Tony

Wade x Thor

Wade x Steve

Wade x Bucky

Wade x Peter (aged up to 18+)

Wade x Pretty Much Any MCU Character

If you'd like to work something out, please message me or like this post and I'll message you.

#marvel roleplay #mcu roleplay #bruce banner #loki laufeyson #tony stark #wade wilson #colossus

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theycallmequeenie · 4 years

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Yondu x Reader Part 3

Master List

Part One

Part Two

A few weeks had passed since Yondu and Y/N had talked, and things were slowly progressing. Yondu was doing everything he could think of to keep himself in check and not scare her. Y/N was content and never took off the necklace Yondu had given her that night. The rest of the crew had noticed it by now and had begun wanting to know where she had gotten her ‘trinket’. Y/N would just shake her head and ignore them continuing on with her duties. Yondu Watched these encounters closely, curious to see how she handled the guys in the crew cornering her like that. He was always proud of her and impressed at her grace and skill at avoiding them in general. She was a hard worker and often took on extra duties that the others never really wanted to do as well as tending to Peter too.

Now though Yondu found himself helping her with the extra things she took on to allow for a little more alone time with Y/N without prying eyes, which allowed him to relax a little more and be himself with her. He was able to let the harsh exterior behind him for those moments.

Y/N was alone working on one of those tasks that the others hated and was so into her wok she hadn’t noticed Yondu walk up behind her, until he had snaked arms around her waist causing her to jump and fling an elbow back in defense.

He was expecting it as he was the one who taught her how to defend herself and dodged the elbow easily. He chuckled and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, “Gee, Darlin’. Here I thought you would be happy to see me after a long day of workin’.”

She apologized for her actions and returned his affection by placing a quick kiss on his cheek. “Well some of us are still working, Sir. These things must be done and I’m the only one willing to do them it seems.” She sighed and wiped her brow as Yondu pulled her close to him and away from her task.

Yondu pulled her to him by her hips, giving her a passionate kiss before smiling at her, “Come on, Darlin’. We can finish that later; I want some time wit my woman.”

Y/N still blushed when he kissed her like that, which always made Yondu chuckle to himself. Y/n pointed over her shoulder back toward the task he had just pulled her away from and spoke softly, “Its almost finished, I really shouldn’t leave it partially done. I know how you don’t like your crew doing that, Yondu.” She didn’t try to pull away from him, however. She enjoyed the closeness and knew she didn’t often get this unless in one of their quarters late in the evening when they were alone.

He slowed peppered her neck with little kisses and tried to coax her away again only to give up, “Alright, Hows about I finish this witcha so we can finish it faster. I want ta spend some time alone with witcha.” He waggled his eyebrows at her as he spoke. He wanted to finally show Y/N how he felt about her. He pulled her hips to his, letting her feel just what he meant by ‘alone time’.

Y/N blushed profusely at his actions but again did not shy away. She agreed to him helping but shook her head at his, not exactly subtle, hint. “Yondu, I’m filthy. I’m covered in sweat and grease. Can I have sometime to clean up once we’re done here to get cleaned up. I want to pretty myself up for you…”

Y/N made a mistake saying that to Yondu. He immediately dropped everything he was doing and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. Taking her back to the captain’s quarters. No way his woman was going to be thinking like that. She was protesting being carried but did so laughing.

Yondu no longer cared if the rest of the crew knew that he and Y/N were together, he was making sure his woman knew she was gorgeous whether covered in grease in her ravager gear or all cleaned up and in that dress he has come to love on her. He teasingly swatted her across her bottom as he crossed the threshold into his quarters. Setting her back down onto the floor he started kissing her neck letting his hands wonder over her body.

Y/N Tilted her head to the one side allowing him more access to her neck and let out a little squeak of surprise as Yondu sucked a hickie onto the area just above her collarbone. She gently tugged on Yondu’s long overcoat he always wore in an attempt to keep herself grounded.

Yondu let out a low chuckle at this and continued his plan of attack. His hands found the buttons on her clothes and started work on removing them as she pushed his coat off his shoulders. He took his hands off of her only long enough to let it drop to the floor. His hands returned to her and had her denim top off and on the floor in seconds. Y/N made quick work of Yondu’s shirt and tossed it somewhere next to hers. With his chest bared to her, she took a sharp breath and backed up a step or so. This made Yondu self-conscious but only for a moment. Once he saw the look on her face as she gazes at his torso, he puffed his chest out in pride. Y/N slowly reached out a hand and gently ran it over the blue skin of his chest. Her eyes widened slightly at the feel of the muscles of his chest. Her hands started to roam over his chest only to hesitate for a moment before lightly running her fingertips over his scars.

Y/N held her breath hoping that she hadn’t just overstepped her bounds. She hadn’t touched his scars before because she knew he worried they would scare her somehow, but they never would. They hurt her heart knowing that Yondu had been put through those horrific things. She rested her finger on one of the more prominent scars and waited for him to look at her instead of at the floor like he had been before speaking in a soft sultry tone, “These are proof of just how strong you are, my love. They tell you that you can survive even the nastiest of things, Yondu. You should never be ashamed of your scars…” She paused and lightly kissed the one she was just touching before looking back into his crimson eyes. “I love you, Yondu. All of you, especially your scars…” She looked to him and waited for a response from him. Which came only in the form of a shock expression on Yondu’s face. Neither of them until this point had said those three words to the other and it sort of startled him that Y/N had just blurted it out.

He opened his mouth and tried to form words, but they just would come out. He closed the distance between them placed his hands on either side of her face and kissed her deeply. Y/N melted into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. Yondu continued the kiss as he reached down to scoop up Y/n and wrap her legs around his waist. Having Y/n in his arms, he carried her to his bed and laid her down, breaking the kiss finally he grinned down at her and murmured, “Darlin’, I love you more…”

To Be Continued…

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Part Four

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Heroes (Yondu x OC)

A/N: I wrote this for @bigbandbombshell‘s 400 Follower Challenge! Congratulations on 400 followers, darling! Here’s to 400 more! 💖

Summary: This fic features Yondu and my OC, Athena. Yondu has doubts about his relationship with Athena, which she tries to allay. They leave for a mission that doesn’t go as planned.

Word count: 5092

Tagged List: @rooker-character-fics @misfitgirlwrites @posessedxparrot (Let me know if you’d like to be added to / removed from my tagged list!)

Warnings: Angst. Dangerous / near-death situations.

Challenge Notes: I chose the song “Heroes” by Peter Gabriel and the following image:

Yondu stopped walking at the sound of footsteps behind him. He recognized Athena’s tread and waited for her to catch up to him.

“Where have you been?” she asked, walking around to face him.

“Jus’ some maintenance ‘round tha ship.”

“All week? I’ve rarely seen you. You don’t come back to our room until late and then you’re gone when I wake up.”

“Jus’ a lotta stuff ta take care of.”

She searched his face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine.”

“Jus’ tired, I guess.”

She hesitated for a moment as she watched him. “Are you sure that’s all it is?”

“What else would it be?”

“I don’t know, you just seem… distant.”

She looked down at her hands for a moment and he noticed that she was twisting them out of nervousness. He felt a pang of regret that he’d caused it.

“Sorry, darlin’. I promise I’ll try ta finish up early tonight.”

“I’ve missed you, Yondu.”

She gave him a small smile and he felt another pang.

“I’ve missed ya, too, darlin’.”

She took a step forward and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. “Well, I know you’re busy, Captain, so I’ll let you get back to work. I’ll see you tonight?”

He didn’t miss the fact that she’d phrased it as a question and it killed him.

“I’ll see ya tonight, darlin’, don’t worry. I’ll have ‘em send something ta tha room fer supper, an’ we can spend some time together.”

“Okay!” She gave him a quick hug, then started walking backward as she said, “I told Tullk I’d help him with some stuff, so I’d better go.”

“Bye, darlin’.”

“Bye, Yondu!” She waved before turning around.

He watched her leave, sighing after she turned the corner. He walked into a mostly-unused supply closet and sat down on a crate, resting his face in his hands.

He loved Athena more than he’d loved anyone, and he hated that he couldn’t just tell her how much he loved her. How much she meant to him. Part of him kept waiting for her to leave. If he was honest with himself, he thought she should.

He’d thought about it. He’d done nothing but think about it for the past couple of weeks. Ever since he’d seen Athena talking to one of the Terran traders on one of their supply runs. It was innocent, he knew that. There had been no flirting, nothing to give him pause or make him wonder about Athena’s feelings.

But it still made him realize that she deserved someone like that trader. Someone with a steady and safe job. Someone who could provide her with a nice life, someone she had more in common with than a Ravager. Someone who could give her a house and children. Someone completely unlike Yondu.

He stood up and kicked another crate, not caring when its contents spilled across the floor.

He knew Athena deserved better, but he also knew it would kill him if she left. He wouldn’t stop her if she chose to leave, though. He wouldn’t stand in her way, even if it would feel like being stabbed by uncountable knives.

Leaving the mess he’d made, he left the supply closet and made his way to the training room. He’d talk to Athena later that night, but in the meantime, he’d work off some excess energy. He locked the door behind him, grabbed a quad blaster, then picked a target that looked suspiciously like the Terran trader.

Athena brushed her hair nervously as she waited for Yondu to get back to their room. She wasn’t sure why she was nervous, except that Yondu had been acting strange lately and it had her worried.

She started when she heard the door to their quarters open, and she took a deep breath, placing the hairbrush on the small counter in their bathroom.

She walked out to meet Yondu and was relieved to see him smiling. He pulled her into a hug and she melted into him, taking in the comforting scent of him before pulling back to grin at him.

His hands rested loosely on her hips and she leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss him as he held her steady.

When she stood in front of him again, he took her hand and led her over to one of two mismatched chairs. She sat as he pulled the other chair over next to her.

“Food’ll be here soon.”

“Okay.”

“How was yer day?”

“It was good. Just helping Tullk with some stuff. How was yours?”

“Good.”

“Are you -” Athena broke off mid-question when she heard someone knock on the door.

“That’ll be tha food. ‘Bout time, too, I’m starvin’.”

He strode to the door, took the food from whichever Ravager had carried it down from the mess hall, and brought it back to the table.

He handed a plate to Athena. “What was ya sayin’ ‘fore tha food got here?”

She took the plate and picked up a fork. “Oh, I was just going to ask if you were sure everything is okay?”

“Oh. Yeah, yeah, ever’thing’s fine.”

She bit her lip as he placed what she hoped was chicken on her plate – it was sometimes hard to tell. “It’s just… you’ve seemed so distant lately. Like you’re pulling away.”

He met her eyes across the table and sighed. “Okay, yeah. I jus’ been doin’ some thinkin’.”

“About what?”

He placed his fork on his plate and rubbed a hand down his face. “Us. Me, mostly. I mean, I jus’…”

He stood up suddenly and walked across the room, keeping his back to her.

“Yondu…”

“I jus’ ain’t good enough fer ya. I seen ya with that Terran trader an’ I jus’… I knew.”

She looked at his back in bewilderment. “Knew what?”

“That that’s what’cha deserve. A good man who probably ain’t never robbed nobody. Ain’t never killed nobody. Ain’t gonna be draggin’ ya inta danger ever’ damn day.”

“Yondu…”

“I done things in my life I ain’t proud of, things I’d be ashamed fer ya ta know ‘bout, an’ I’m afraid yer gonna find out and hate me fer it.”

“Yondu, listen to me.”

“Wouldn’t even blame ya if ya left.”

“Yondu!”

Her raised voice stunned him enough that he turned back to face her. She stood and walked over to him, though she didn’t touch him.

“Darlin’ -”

“No, you’re going to listen to me now. I may not know what all you’ve done in the past, but I do know it doesn’t change anything. I may not understand just how much you’ve suffered. I may not have ever imagined myself living with Ravagers. I may not always understand you. But I do know what you are, Yondu Udonta. You’re a good man and I love you.”

“I don’t deserve ya, darlin’, an’ you definitely deserve better’n me.”

“No.”

“What?”

“No. It’s not about what we deserve.” She took a step closer to him and placed a hand gently on his cheek. “Yondu, I need you to understand that I love you and that’s all that matters.”

He covered her hand with his and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, he smiled. “Ya mean it?”

She gave him a small smile and shook her head as she lightly pushed his chest. “Do you think I would have given that long speech while our food got cold if I didn’t mean it?”

His smile widened. “I love ya, Athena.”

“I love you, too, Yondu. Now let’s eat.”

They returned to the table, Yondu in a noticeably better mood.

He took a bite of the hopefully-chicken and said, “Mmm… this food’s good.”

Athena nodded. “It is. I have a question, though.”

“What?”

“What’s this about me deserving Terran Ted?”

“What? He’s a decent guy, got a steady job.”

“But he’s so boring. Honestly. Me and Terran Ted?”

Yondu chuckled. “Sorry, darlin’.”

She pointed her fork at him. “You’d better be.”

He grinned as he took another bite. “Got a tip ‘bout a new job today.”

“Are you going to take it?”

“Probably. Be worth it if we can pull it off. I ain’t ever been ta that planet before, but the tip’s pretty detailed an’ my informant gave me a key to get into tha place. Think I got enough info ta take it on.”

“Sounds good. When are we going?”

“Thinkin’ tha day after tomorrow.”

She nodded. “I’ll go practice my shooting.”

“Ya ain’t gotta go, ya know. Probably best if ya stay here on tha ship. Ya ain’t actually been on a mission yet.”

Her brows creased as she lowered her fork. “I can’t go?”

“Well, I mean, I ain’t gonna stop ya if ya really wanna go, but I don’t think it’s a good idea. We need ta start ya out on a easy mission first.”

“You said the tip was detailed. Does it seem like it will be a hard mission?”

“Well, it’s hard ta say.”

“What do you think?”

“Uh, it’s probably gonna be pretty straightforward. Jus’ can’t say fer sure.”

“Well, I want to go.”

He sighed as she glared at him. “Fine. But I still don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Placated, she offered him a small smile. “I’ll be fine, Yondu. I’ve been practicing using the quad blaster, and I’ve gotten better. And you’ll be there!”

He returned her smile and shook his head slightly. “Yer right, darlin’. It’s gonna be fine.”

They landed on Ebrion two days later, and Yondu was unexpectedly nervous.

“Ya got yer quad blaster?”

“Yes.”

“An’ yer spare blaster?”

“Yes.”

“An ya remember how to use ‘em?”

Athena rolled her eyes. “Yes, Yondu, I remember how to use my blasters.”

“Good, that’s good.”

“Yondu, relax, it’s going to be fine.”

“Yeah, yer right. What can go wrong? I mean, it’s a deserted planet, right?”

“Right.”

“An’ the map we got fer inside the cave is pretty detailed.”

“Exactly.”

“In an’ out, no problem.”

She nodded. “No problem.”

Yondu sighed and pulled her in for a hug. “Somethin’ jus’ feels off.”

She wrapped her arms around him. “What could feel off?”

“Dunno. Jus’ a feelin’.”

She leaned back so she could see his face. “Do you normally get feelings before missions?”

“Sometimes.”

“Are you normally right?”

“Most of tha time.”

She bit her lip. “What do you think is wrong this time?”

“Dunno,” he repeated. “Maybe it’s a good idea if ya stay on tha ship.”

Her brows creased. “No! We’ve already discussed this. I’m coming with you.”

Sighing, he replied, “Fine, fine.”

“It’s going to be okay, Yondu.” She leaned up and kissed him, smiling as she pulled away. “We’ll be fine.”

After organizing the crew into three separate groups, Yondu led his group across an empty field.

“Map says there’ll be a stone buildin’ that’s painted blue on tha other side of that hill. It’ll be down in a valley. Then we’ll jus’ follow these directions down ta tha door. Says it’ll be wooden, also painted blue, with a door knocker.”

“Ya still got a bad feelin’ ‘bout this place, Cap’n?” asked Kraglin.

Yondu nodded. “Yeah, reckon so.”

Athena caught up to Yondu and said quietly, “But you said the planet was deserted. What could go wrong?”

“Lots a things. But don’t worry, darlin’. If anythin’ goes wrong, Kraglin has orders ta get ya back ta tha ship safely.”

“If something goes wrong, I’m going to stay and help.”

“No, ya ain’t.”

“Yondu, I thought we’d -”

Yondu stopped walking and held out an arm to stop Athena. “Did ya hear that?”

“No.”

He looked around at the crew members with him. “Y’all hear anythin’?”

Most of the crew looked confused, but Tullk nodded. “Mighta heard somethin’, Cap’n. Can’t be sure.”

“Let’s go, but quieter now.”

They moved forward without speaking until they finally crested the hill and headed down into the valley.

“There’s tha stone buildin’.”

Kraglin shivered. “Looks mighty creepy jus’ sittin’ down there by itself, don’t it?”

They made their way down, and as they moved closer to the building, Yondu checked in with the other two groups. Once he’d confirmed both groups were in position, he motioned his group to follow him again.

They moved through the labyrinthine paths, Yondu checking the map occasionally, until they reached the blue, wooden door with the knocker.

“This is it. I want y’all to stay back with yer weapons out. Some of y’all can fan out back ta tha end of tha path. Athena, I want ya stayin’ close ta me.”

She nodded without speaking, Yondu’s nervousness rubbing off on her.

He moved forward toward the door, pulling the key out of his pocket. He inserted it into the lock, trying to turn it. His brows creased as he tried again, then once more. The lock wasn’t stuck. It was worse than that. Far worse.

“Damn!” Yondu pounded a fist against the door.

“What?” Athena asked.

“Damn it!”

“What is it?”

“It’s a false door.”

“It’s a what?”

“A false door! There ain’t nothin’ inside. There ain’t no artifact. It’s a damn trap.”

It was a trap. A trap. How had he fallen for such an obvious setup? And worse yet, he’d brought Athena with him, into danger and death – the one thing he swore he’d never do.

Yondu ran a hand down his face as he considered the implications. He didn’t know who would want to set him up, though he was sure that were plenty who did, but not knowing who made it harder to come up with a plan.

Athena was watching him nervously, biting the inside of her cheek, and Yondu tried to keep his face blank.

She flinched as someone fired a gun somewhere above them, and Yondu wanted nothing more than to protect her. He hated himself for putting her in this position. She’d done nothing to deserve this, and yet here she was, paying the price for all he’d done wrong in his life.

The rest of his crew had headed back up the path to join the fighting at the first sign of gunfire.

“Sorry,” he said gruffly.

She looked at him in confusion. “What?”

“Sorry I got us into this mess, sorry I ain’t a better man fer ya. Ya deserve -”

“Yondu, are we really having this conversation again? Right now?”

“I know what’cha said, an’ -”

“Were you not listening? I love you, Yondu. I don’t care what you’ve done in the past. It doesn’t matter to me.”

“But -”

“No! Just stop. I love you, Yondu, and that means all of you. I can’t make you believe it, but I’ll do my best to prove it to you every day.”

Yondu grabbed Athena and pulled her as close as he could, his lips on hers before she could even process what was happening. Even with the guns firing above their heads, even with being on the wrong side of the door, the deadly side of the door, she couldn’t help but melt into him, into the rightness of him.

A bullet ricocheted off the wall close to them and they were violently brought back to the harsh reality of their circumstances. Yondu grabbed her shoulders and moved her back to arm’s length.

“Ya gotta get outta here, Athena. Ya gotta get back ta tha ship. I’ll distract ‘em long enough fer ya ta make it. Kraglin’s at tha end of this path, an’ he’ll get’cha back safe.”

Her brows creased and she shook her head in disbelief as she realized what he meant. “No. No! I’m not leaving you here!”

He moved his hands from her shoulders to cup her face. “Yes, ya are. I ain’t lettin’ ya stay here an’ get hurt.”

“What about you? I don’t want you to get hurt, either!” A tear slipped down her face and Yondu wiped it away with his thumb. “Yondu, I love you and I’m not leaving you here alone, even if that means I die with you.”

Yondu took a step closer to her, his hands still cradling her face as he leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes briefly before opening them again, his ruby eyes meeting her blue ones. “Darlin’, yer not dyin’ here. Ya hear me? Yer gettin’ off this forsaken’ planet.”

Her hands grabbed the front of his coat in a tight grip. “Not without you.”

“Athena -”

“No! Forget it, Yondu. I’m staying!”

She could see the resignation on his face and knew she’d won, though she wasn’t sure at what cost.

His shoulders rose and fell and she knew he’d sighed, though she couldn’t hear it over the shouting and gunfire. “What do we do?” Her voice broke on the last word, even as she tried to be brave.

She knew it was a suicide mission now, just as she knew Yondu was also aware of it. She could see it in the set of his shoulders as he released her face. Another tear slipped down her cheek, and she repeated, “Yondu, what do we do?”

“We get outta this mess.”

“How?”

“We’s Ravagers, ain’t we?”

It was the first time he’d referred to her as a Ravager. The first time he’d accepted that she wasn’t going anywhere, that she didn’t think the Ravagers were lesser for being criminals, that she didn’t think he was lesser. The first time he’d truly believed she loved him and wouldn’t leave him. It didn’t matter what he deserved. She loved him regardless of who he was and what he’d done and she’d keep loving him as long as they lived.

The thought gave him a greater need to survive this day. He’d kissed her knowing neither would survive, though he knew he’d die trying to keep her alive, but now, now, he had something more to live for and he wasn’t giving that up without a fight.

“We find a way.”

The blazing look in his eye gave Athena the spark of courage she needed to keep going. She nodded, once, and slipped her arms around him, giving him a quick squeeze, before pulling back and removing her quad blaster from her holster.

“Lead the way, Captain.”

He grinned, knowing in an instant that something had changed. He’d loved her before, more than he could have imagined possible, but this was something more. This was complete trust. He trusted her to have his back, implicitly, and he could see in her eyes that she felt the same. He knew there was no one else he’d rather have by his side at this moment. His friend. His lover. His queen.

“This ain’t gonna be easy.”

She smiled and shook her head. “Nothing ever is when you’re involved.”

Chuckling under his breath, he moved slowly away from the false door to the edge of the wall, taking a look around the corner to try to determine the best course of action. It looked hopeless, but he hadn’t become a Ravager Captain by giving up when things looked hopeless. He turned his head to check on Athena once more before heading into the fray.

She stood behind him, in the stance he’d taught her, holding her quad blaster in the correct position, aiming at the ground until she was ready to fire. He’d never imagined she’d ever use it. Never imagined she’d ever need to use it, but he thanked every star in the sky that he’d taught her himself so he knew she was taught right. He didn’t doubt she’d hit her mark when she finally lifted the blaster and took aim for the first time.

“Ready?”

She nodded.

“Stay close ta me.”

Yondu turned his head again, took a deep breath, then whistled his arrow out of its holster before leaving the relative safety of the alcove. He strode purposefully forward, whistling his arrow at every enemy he could see, though there were more than he knew he’d be able to take down on his own.

He could see Ravagers still standing and fighting, but it wasn’t enough, not even close to being enough. He could see the ship in the distance through the smoke and haze, but it might as well have been on another planet. He was about to give in to despair when he felt Athena move beside him, lifting her quad blaster and firing, taking out an enemy.

The Ravager the enemy had been fighting looked up in surprise. “Cap’n! I thought ya’s dead!”

“Well, I ain’t!” Yondu shouted over the sounds of the battlefield. He sent his arrow through the skull of a man running toward him with a raised sword. “Ya seen anyone who looks like tha leader?”

The Ravager pointed across the battlefield. “I ain’t sure, but I think it’s that big fella over there.”

A wave of recognition crashed over Yondu as he looked to where the Ravager pointed. It was one of the many people Yondu had stolen from over the years.

The jobs he took were never personal. It was strictly business. Granted, it was dirty business and the person on the other side was never happy about the results, but he’d grown used to it by now. He’d made plenty of enemies. Plenty of people would happily kill him without another thought. None of them scared him like this one.

Acheron Kane had been crueler than most, and had Yondu known what he was getting into at the time, he would have turned down the job at the beginning. But he’d thought it was just another theft, just another run-of-the-mill job. It hadn’t been.

Acheron Kane was unhinged, and the amulet Yondu had stolen from him had belonged to Acheron’s lover, who had died two years before. He had believed the amulet would help him bring her back, and though Yondu knew that was impossible, he would never have stolen it had he known the significance of it to Acheron, simply because he’d since learned that Acheron was not someone to be crossed.

By the time he’d learned of it, he’d already sold the amulet and forgotten about it. Acheron hadn’t. He found out who’d stolen it and vowed to kill anyone Yondu ever loved. Yondu hadn’t worried about it at the time. There was no one he loved, not the way Acheron meant, and he hadn’t taken the threat seriously.

He’d managed not to bump into him again and the threat had faded in his memory. He hadn’t recalled it after he’d met Athena, and it hadn’t resurfaced after he fell in love with her, lost in the haze of wonder that someone like her was with someone like him.

But he remembered it now and it chilled him.

“Stay with Kraglin.”

“What? No. I’m going to help -”

“No, ya ain’t, yer stayin’ right here.” He turned to her. “Do this fer me, darlin’. Promise me.”

“But -”

“Promise me.”

“Fine, I promise.”

Yondu turned without another word, hoping she’d keep her promise. He didn’t know if it would be enough to keep her safe, but he couldn’t let Acheron know Athena was more to him than just another crew member.

If he found out, they’d both be lost.

He walked purposefully across the battlefield, sidestepping fighting groups of Ravagers and enemies, his eyes never leaving the imposing form of Acheron Kane.

He knew the moment Acheron spotted him. The man had turned and paused at the sight of Yondu, an evil smirk spreading across his face. He hadn’t walked to meet Yondu, instead waiting for Yondu to close the distance.

“So nice of you to join us, Udonta.”

“Wha’dya want, Kane?”

Acheron tilted his head slightly. “Oh, I think you know what I want.”

Yondu was hoping against all hope that it was a bluff. That Acheron had lured him here only to kill him, and not that he’d discovered the truth about Athena. He hoped Acheron didn’t even know Athena had joined his crew, that she even existed.

“Yer gonna hafta be more specific. Otherwise, I’ll be leavin’. Got things ta do.”

“I heard you have a new crew member.”

Yondu’s heart sank but he willed his face to remain impassive. “Keepin’ tabs on me, are ya?”

“Oh, yes. Mine wasn’t an idle threat. I still intend to carry it out.”

“Ya wasted yer time, then.”

“Oh?”

“Don’t think yer killin’ my crew’s gonna have tha effect yer lookin’ fer. Crews are a dime a dozen.”

The evil smirk on Acheron’s face grew wider. “Oh, I don’t know about that. Rumor is that you care more for one particular crew member than you do the others.”

“Don’t know where ya heard that.”

“My sources have never failed me. I doubt they’re going to start now. I have to admit, though, when I made the threat, part of me feared it would never come to fruition. Ravager Captain, Yondu Udonta, falling in love? Unlikely. But it seems I was proven wrong.” He looked around the battlefield as though he knew Athena was nearby. “Where is she, Udonta? Why are you trying to hide her? You know how this will end. You know I won’t stop until she is dead. Why prolong it?”

Yondu shook his head, his practiced nonchalance an effort this time. “Still don’t know what yer talkin’ ‘bout.”

“Enough of this nonsense! I know who she is, Udonta, and I know she is here.” He took another step closer to Yondu and lowered his voice, though it lost none of its menace. “The longer you delay, the longer you take to bring her to me, the longer I’ll take to kill her. I will draw it out. I will make her suffer. She will beg for death before the end, and I will make sure she knows you’re the reason she’s suffering.” He paused and took one more step closer to Yondu, leaning in to leer at him. “And I’ll make you watch it all.”

Yondu couldn’t suppress the chill that went down his spine. He knew Acheron wasn’t lying, but he also knew he wasn’t going to give in and hand Athena over to the evil man standing in front of him, not without a fight. Not unless he’d drawn his last breath.

He also knew the time for bluffs was over.

“Ya must think I’m crazy if ya think I’m gonna bring her over her.”

“Ah, so we’ve moved past the lies. Good. And we both know you’re only delaying the inevitable. Do you think we can lure her out if I hurt you? Do you think she loves you enough to put herself in danger for you?”

Yondu’s jaw clenched. It didn’t go unnoticed by Acheron.

He raised a brow. “Or maybe she doesn’t love you enough for that. That makes it even worse, in a way, doesn’t it? That she’s going to die for someone she doesn’t even love.”

Yondu made a jerking movement as though the very words pained him. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what, Udonta? Don’t put your fears into words?”

Yondu whistled, his arrow leaving its holster and flying toward Acheron’s head. Acheron caught it easily and chuckled.

“I wondered when your toy would make an appearance.” He snapped it in half, and the two pieces fell harmlessly to the ground. “But I grow impatient and I tire of this meaningless banter. Bring her to me or I shall find her myself.”

“I ain’t lettin’ ya lay a hand on her.”

“You’re in no position to be making promises you can’t keep. Although I suppose she’s used to broken promises, being with a Ravager. Your type aren’t known for keeping your word. Did you promise to keep her safe?” He shook his head. “Just one more worthless promise from a worthless Ravager.”

The sounds of battle continued to rage around them, but the two men might as well have been the only two on the battlefield.

“Why not just kill me? She ain’t done nothin’ ta ya!”

“Killing you won’t satisfy me. I want you to suffer. I want you to feel what it’s like to have the person you love ripped from you.”

“I didn’t kill -”

“You might as well have been the one to pull the trigger! You stole the amulet from me! The only way I could have brought her back! And now it’s gone.”

“There ain’t no bringin’ back tha dead. Ain’t no amulet can do that.”

Acheron glared at Yondu. “I want you to remember those words. I want you to remember them every day. Every day when you wake up and realize there will be no bringing her back to you once I’m finished with her! You will live your life knowing you were the reason she lost hers!”

Yondu opened his mouth to reply when Acheron suddenly dropped to his knees, a surprised expression on his face before he collapsed at Yondu’s feet.

Yondu looked up, stunned, to see Athena standing in front of him, her quad blaster still aimed at Archeron’s back.

She met Yondu’s eyes and took a shaky breath. “He talked too much.”

Yondu let out a strangled laugh and moved to her, sidestepping the lifeless body of Acheron. He pulled her close and held her tight as the battle raged around them.

She wrapped her arms around him, briefly, then said, “Should we be standing here when there’s still fighting going on?”

He laughed again as he pulled away from her. “Probably not.”

She handed him her spare quad blaster and he grinned as he took it.

“Together?” He asked.

“Always.”

They shared a brief grin before heading back into the fray and fighting their way to the ship.

Later, on the ship…

Athena dipped a washcloth in some water and gently wiped Yondu’s face, trying to clean his cuts.

“So you just… forgot about this pretty serious-sounding threat?”

Yondu shrugged. “Yeah.”

“How?”

“Well, it didn’t really apply ta my life at tha time. Didn’t expect it ta ever apply, ta be honest.”

“And then when it did apply?”

“Maybe I’s so smitten that it slipped my mind.”

Athena raised a brow and tried to hold back her smile as she dropped the cloth in the water. “Are you trying to sweet talk me so I’ll forget about it?”

“Maybe.” He placed his hands on her hips. “It workin’?”

Unable to fight her smile anymore, she replied, “Maybe.”

He chuckled and pulled her a little closer. “Good.”

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kubeti666 · 5 years

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still to short

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vivvoorhees · 5 years

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I made a Yondu fanfic and forgot to post it here! So far it has no title so I'm taking suggestions.

Damn it!" Scarlet screamed as she pointlessly bashed the top of the crete she was in. She huffed and sat back down, trying to get a good look from the small hole in the side. She knew someone was out there from chuckle and some help from her mutation. Judging from the heartbeats she estimated there to be about 3, though between them being non-human and the dampening collar is was anyone's guess.

"Where we sendin' all this to anyway?" a voice called, he sound some what young maybe in his 20's. It sounded like he was a few crates away from Scarlet. "We don' ask questions, we deliver an' go," was the answer, this voice sounded closer and more gruff. "Don'in matter what it is or to who." Scarlet heard one of them come closer. "I thought I heard something in one a' the boxes talk. We ain't sell slaves, right?" There was a growl from the older man, "Boy I done told ya it don't matter. We're just the middle man."

Scarlet saw a shadow pass her crate and yelled in one last desperate attemp to pull some humanity out of the inhumane things. One shadow stopped for a split second before walking away and returning to the task of moving various boxes. She slumped back against the metal of the box, thinking about her old life. She hear a crashing sound. "I hope a box crushed on of them," she scoffed. She moved closer to the small holes to look and saw a flash of crimson go by. She hear screaming and thing about a thing call ravengers. Knowing it was take this shot in the dark or become a mutant slave she started to scream and bang on the box again.

"I got 'em under control cap'n," a voice called. As best Scarlet could tell this ship was getting robbed, she just hoped the robbers weren't slavers as well. After a minute of screaming and punch the create she hear loud foot fall, whoever it was they had a heavy stride. "Wha's in this un?" a gravely voice questioned. " A damn person, you gonna help me or not?" Scarlet screeched in answer. The voice chuckled and the person looked through one of the air holes. She found a crimson red eye staring right at her. "Wha's the code t' open this one?" After a whimper some numbers was were called out and punch in. The top popped off the crate and blinding light flooded her box. Scarlet sqinted her eyes when so saw the man. He was blue! Not that Scarlet had never seen a blue person before the last one was just a bit more hairy. The man also had some kind of fin on his bald head and wore a duster."Well ya'll are slavers eh?" His tone was light but Scarlet could see the murder in his eyes as then fin on his head pulsed. "N-n-n-no Yondu. We just deliver, we don't know what's in 'em," stuttered out the gruff looking man on the floor. Another man had a gun of some sort aim as his head. Yondu looked back at Scarlet and noticed her bloodied knuckles and collar. "Tell me how to take this off," he said. "I told you I don't know, I just deliver!" the man begged. "Wrong answer. " There was a shrill wistle and a flash of red, when the man was dead Scarlet saw the culprit, an arrow. " Now let's see if'n anyone else knows. Scarlet surveyed the area. There was tons of box in all sizes, there were also a few people in what looked like security uniforms begging for their lives.

Yondu picked a guard and stop the arrow inches from his face. "Bout you? Got and ideas?" The man looked like he may puke but was able to stammer out the numbers to the collar," 876309." Yondu jestered for Scarlet to turn. "Damn I remember these shock collars, worse time o' muh life." He typed the code and the collar snapped away. Scarlet could feel her mutation returning and her bloody knuckles and scraped knees healed themselves. With a small smile and a genital thank you Scarlet changed her form. In the place of the young, skinny,pale, red haired now stood a creature slightly taller in a long black hooded cloak, Youndu could make out a hint of some thing white near the face before it vanished. One by one the guard's throats were slashed. When is was done the creature was back a few feet from where Yondu stood with Kraglin now at his side, weapon a the ready. Now getting a better look at the creature they could tell it's skin was black and white, it also carried a very menacing scythe. It pulled of it's hood to show a head of snow white hair. It turned to Yondu, he could now see the white was as if someone had outlined and colored in her skeleton.

The creature then smile sheepishly and said, "Sorry for being so dramatic, I've been wanting to do that for a looong time."It's nice to meet you, I'm Scarlet or Grim either one works." She held out her hand to shake. Yondu made a confused face, "The fuck?"

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