#(i was gonna say i would steal lucky but lets be real clint needs him)

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Summary:

Barnes lifts his metal hand. Three, two, one.

The door slams open, bouncing off what is presumably an AIM agent. Clint immediately darts around the door, using Barnes’s arm as cover. He grabs the gun off the agent, along with a couple clips and a knife. With a flick of the wrist, he flings the blade and it hits the other agent in his chest, dead-center.

Clint smells the stinky breath before he can hear anything, before he sees the blinding sun through the crack in the curtains, before he feels his head hurt. He rolls his right leg over, turning himself onto his side, only for his cheek to be met with the warm, rough tongue of his doofus of a dog. His mouth involuntarily curls into a grin.

He pats a quick hand to his chin, before pulling it back down to ruffle Lucky’s ears. Lucky simply leans his head in further and continues to cover Clint’s face in kisses. Clint grins, before shoving his face into his pillow once he gets a bit too much of his dog’s slobber on his mouth.

Then, the dumb dog is putting his paws on Clint’s side and pushing himself up, which really gives the archer no choice but to face the day. If he knows his dog, and he does, he won’t be letting him get another wink of sleep.

“Dumb dog,” Clint mutters, but he pushes himself up onto his elbows anyway. He shoves Lucky away, though the dog is hesitant to let that happen. Clint reaches over to slap around for his hearing aids, only to find them not where he’s sure he left them. He twists and rolls himself out of bed, squinting at his nightstand.

He’d put them there last night. He tilts his head. Well, this morning. Eh, semantics. Where the fuck are his hearing aids?

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He tries to look for the flash of purple, checking every shelf, every drawer, under the nightstand, under the bed-- but nowhere. What the fuck?

Clint just scowls, placing his hands on his hips. He’s about to shout for Kate when he remembers that she headed out around midnight. She could be back by now, but he doubts it. He’s pretty sure she’s got a date with some girl she saved the other day anyway, so he doubts getting back to the apartment is exactly a priority for her.

He turns to Lucky. “You eat ‘em?” he asks, not above blaming his doofus of a dog.

Lucky simply tilts his head, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth.

Clint sighs, before turning and tugging on some sweatpants from the floor. With that, he heads out to his kitchen, his hands already grabby for coffee. He feels the graze of Lucky’s fur against his calf, so he goes ahead and gives the dog a pat as he starts up the coffeemaker.

He spots his phone plugged in a little way down the counter, and he sees that it’s lit up. It’s not flashing, so he knows there isn’t an Avengers issue-- still, few people text him, and Katie-Kate mentioned that she would probably be too busy to chat for a while (on a date, not that she’d tell his nosy ass that).

While he waits, he picks up his phone, thumbing through his notifications to see several texts from the Avengers group chat.

Dad: hey losers, we’re going out to that pizza place in hell’s kitchen, the one with the giant slices at 7

Mom: I’m sorry, what Tony meant to say was: do you guys want to go at 7:00 tonight?

Dad: Don’t ruin my fun, snookums.

Inferior Birdman: If you never call him snookums again, sure

Dad:  gosh darn sam cant make it! What a fucking shame

Mom: Tony

Nat: Sure. I’ve got a debriefing at 5, but I should make it.

Bruce: Sure, I don’t have anything to do

Dad: Buck told me he’ll come

Bruce: Thor’s out of the realm again, right?

Dad: Sure is! Sorry, Brucie-kins, but at least this way i don’t have to pay for an Asgardian amount of pizza

Nat: Pretty sure that with the three of them, Bucky, Steve, and Bruce can make up for that amount.

Bruce: i mean… probably.

Nat: And that’s excluding Clint

Mom: speaking of… clint?

Nat: He’s probably asleep

Bruce: its

Bruce: nvm I was going to point out it was two in the afternoon, but it’s clint

Clint puts his hand to his bare chest, before remembering there was no one to fake drama for. That, and Bruce’s last message had been sent four hours ago.

He grimaces, tapping out a quick response: Excuse. I was asleep and I was enjoying it.

And I can go, he types. He glances at Lucky, who’s giving him the look he always gives when he somehow knows pizza is being discussed. “Calm down, I’ll bring you some leftovers,” he says , setting the phone down.

He skirts around Lucky to grab his coffee. It’s not as good as Stark’s, but it’s caffeine, so who the hell cares? He tips up the pot and takes a sip, reaching over for his phone when he sees it light up again, this time just a separate text from Natasha.

Nat: I know I shouldn’t be surprised, but did you really just wake up?

He’s typing out a sassy response when he receives the next text.

Nat: how many hours did you actually get?

He scowls. He does the math in his head, approximating twelve, from the time he’d actually gone to bed around six that morning. He’s pretty sure that that’s too much. He shoots her a quick message of a normal amount, before grabbing a box of cereal to snack on before it’s time to go.

He’s halfway through shoving a handful of Captain Crunch into his mouth when he then gets a text from Phil.

Phil: Have you been trying the meditation your therapist recommended?

Clint groans, turning his phone’s screen off before plunging his hand back into the box.

Pretty soon, he’s hopping around to put on jeans, almost braining himself on his door frame as he nearly trips over his pant leg. He throws on a flannel over a black t-shirt. He flexes in the mirror, just to make sure he looks like, as Kate says, a snack. He thinks he does.

“What do you think?” He turns to Lucky, who’s sitting up and wagging his tail by his water bowl.

“Shit, dog, you’ve probably gotta pee, yeah? Okay, hold on,” he says. He slips his phone into his pocket, grabbing Lucky’s leash off his dresser. He clips it around his neck, grabbing a plastic bag out of the trash bag hanging from the back of the front door just in case.

Lucky leads him outside, and Clint gasps as he notices a fire hydrant a little down the street, painted to look like Iron Man. “Come on, Lucky!” he says, tugging him along. Lucky stares at him for a moment, but seems to be happy for the short trip anyway.

When they reach the hydrant, Clint points at it. “Pee on it.”

Lucky just flops his head to the side.

“Pee on the fire hydrant, for the love of God, please, please,” Clint begs, pointing more and more enthusiastically at the hydrant. “Please, if you want me to be happy for the rest of my life, pee on Tony Stark.”

He is definitely getting stared at, but he’s got his phone out, ready to take a picture. “Lucky! Piss on Stark!”

Lucky still looks a little confused, but he follows Clint’s pointing anyway. He lifts his leg, and--

“Ha! Got it!” Clint exclaimed gleefully, bouncing on his toes. “Good boy!” he praises, once Lucky’s done. “You wonderful, wonderful boy!” he says. By this point, a gaggle of old ladies has actually stopped to stare at them, so Clint figures it’s probably time to head back inside.

After making sure Lucky’s not going to take a surprise dump on the steps of the building, Clint brings him back up to their apartment. He refills Lucky’s bowls, feeds him a treat, and tosses a toy before heading out, grabbing his bow and quiver on the way. Just in case.

Clint’s a little late to the pizza place, but it’s pretty easy to find a table full of Avengers, no matter how crowded the place is. He finds them in a spot near a corner of the restaurant, two tables shoved together, chairs pulled from a few others.

There’s a spot open next to Nat, across from Barnes, so Clint takes it, dropping his bow and quiver so they lean against the table. Tony immediately starts talking at him, so Clint has to put up a hand to stop him. He puts his fingertips together, drops them, then taps an X behind his ear. “I lost my hearing aids,” he signs.

Tony throws his head back, rolling his eyes before looking back at him, tapping a V to his forehead. “Idiot. In the future, tell me! I’ll bring the prototype I’ve been working on,” he says, signing along. He only gets the grammar wrong once-- Clint will give him kudos later.

Tony plunges back into what he’d been saying before, this time signing along-- apparently, Steve had attempted to help him assemble a suit, but he ended up breaking multiple fingers off the gauntlet.

“I said sorry!” Steve says, his face screwing up in defense as he circles his fist against his chest.

“Fuck!” Clint says, and he realizes from the flinch of an old lady at a neighboring table that it comes out a little loud. He works to lower his voice, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Lucky pissed on Stark!” he says, tapping across the screen to get to the photo.

From the corner of his eye, he notices Barnes’s hands still halfway through a breadstick. Okay, maybe he should have phrased it differently.

He glances up, sees everyone staring at him, but Tony’s head is jutted forward, his eyebrows furrowed, as he repeatedly signs, “Excuse me?”

Clint cackles to himself, turning the phone around to show everyone. He sees Tony scoff before flipping him the bird, while everyone else starts laughing. Natasha’s grinning and shaking her head. “Idiot,” she signs, pressing the V to her forehead.

He grins, putting his phone away, but not before sending it to the group chat quickly. Tony obviously realizes what he’s doing, as he flips him off once again.

“So what’d you order me?” Clint asks, turning to Natasha.

“We ordered you a slice of your usual, along with half a slice of pepperoni to go for Lucky.”

“You know me so well,” he says, throwing himself against her side. She shoves him off, and he nearly falls off his chair, which he should have expected.

He pouts, grabbing a breadstick from the tray resting on top of the napkin box. He pulls it away, the mozzarella dragging along with it. It doesn’t separate itself from the rest of the cheese, unfortunately, and it all drops back down to the greasy parchment paper. Clint pouts. “Aw, cheese.”

He notices the movement of Barnes’s shoulders, and he glances up to see the man laughing at him.

Clint scowls, flipping him off before picking up the pile of molten mozzarella. He shoves it in his mouth, only burning his fingers a little. He wipes his hands on his pants, leaving greasy streaks, before lifting his arm to scratch his hair.

Natasha’s face immediately scrunches up. “Jesus, Clint, when was the last time you took a shower?” she asks, not bothering to hide her disgust, even as she furrowed her eyebrows for the “when”.

“Uh,” he says, dropping his arm.

She curls her lip and circles a clawed hand around her stomach. “Gross.”

“Hey, I didn’t say anything when you dyed your hair blonde, you don’t say anything about my body odor.”

“That was for a mission --”

Clint stops her hands by throwing his own wildly, before actually signing. “You looked like an old woman. It emphasized all the lines on your face.”

A hand shakes the table, and Clint looks over to see it’s Tony’s, slammed onto the surface. His eyes are wide, his eyebrows raised. “Do you want to be killed?” he signs, his movements sharp.

“Natasha loves me,” Clint replies. “She won’t kill me. Not until I’m forty-five, like we discussed.”

“I did not agree to that, Clint,” Nat says.

“I--” Clint starts, only to stop when he notices the unusual stillness in the corner of his eye. He glances over and sees that Barnes is staring with his mouth hanging open, just a little bit.

“What?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowing.

He sees Bucky say something like “uh” before he hesitantly gives a flick by his ear, tilting his head just slightly. “I don’t understand.”

“Oh.” Clint belatedly realizes his and Natasha’s spat had not actually been voiced out loud. He’s pretty sure ASL was not one of the languages HYDRA decided to teach, so Bucky is not nearly as fluent in it as the rest of the group is. Clint shrugs. “I called Nat out for her ugly blonde days,” he says. “It wasn’t a good look. Also, Nat’s gonna kill me when I turn forty-five.”

“I am not,” Natasha argued, raising her hand as she spots an employee carrying two much-too-large trays of food. The employee looks starry-eyed as he brings the pizzas over, his face slack with shock.

“Please!” Clint says. “Kill me,” he signs. “Unless I look like George Clooney or the Trivago guy, kill me.”

“Forty-five isn’t old,” Tony signs from across the table. Clint ignores him.

“Man, why are you obsessed with the Trivago guy?” Sam says, tilting his head. He’s trying to sign, but he doesn’t know much, so he’s mostly fingerspelling everything.

“Have you seen him?” Clint asks, already grabbing a piece of his slice before the kid’s even set it down. “He’s a silver fox.”

“Meanwhile, Tony is just silver?” Bruce suggests.

“Hey! I don’t even have a single grey hair!” Tony argues, puffing his chest.

“Right, because he’s already dyed it this week,” Steve says, tilting his head and giving Tony his I’m-A-Perfectly-Innocent-All-American-Treasure look. It doesn’t stop Tony from  grabbing his arc reactor and hissing, “You traitorous bitch!”

Clint grabs Tony’s attention, because this is important. “If Nat doesn’t kill me, will you?” he asks, raising his eyebrows hopefully.

The billionaire shrugs apologetically. “Sorry. Pepper says I can’t murder anyone unless they’re a supervillain. It’s bad for the press.”

He pouts, sandwiching another two pieces of pizza and shoving them into his mouth. “Goddamn it. I don’t wanna live past forty-five!” he says, but it most likely just sounds like muffled noises through his chipmunked cheeks.

“I feel hurt,” Tony says. Clint ignores him again.

“Don’t worry, Clint,” Steve says, grinning too-innocently. “I feel great, and I’m barely ninety-eight!”

“Shut the fuck u--”

He stops. There’s a woman sitting a few tables away, and she just got up to get her third refill drink since he’d gotten there. Normally, he wouldn’t think anything of it, but he’s pretty sure he catches her lips moving as she goes.

Clint quickly changes course, signing a quick story of Lucky, except halfway in, he throws in their emergency signal for “Avengers”-- just a quick double-tap of an A on his wrist.

Everyone catches it, even Barnes, who’s been staring like he’s mostly lost the whole time. Clint cranks his neck, acting as if to pop it, but he’s gesturing towards the woman. Everyone subtly arms themselves-- Tony flexes his hand just right, and his watch unfolds into his gauntlet, Steve’s own watch doing the same into a version of the shield; Sam, Nat, and Bucky each slide a gun out of… somewhere; and Clint slips his quiver onto his back and his bow in hand in one fluid motion. Bruce just braces himself in case of a Code Green.

Unfortunately, since a bow is hardly as discreet as a gun, it definitely catches the enemy’s attention.

Clint can’t hear the gunshot, but he sees the man near the door fire. “Get out!” Clint yells, even as people start running towards the exits. Luckily, the bullet doesn’t hit anyone, but he’s pretty damn sure this is about to turn into a firefight.

He smoothly nocks a few arrows, firing them off. He hits two of the other side-- the drink lady, and a man in dark gear who’d just snuck in from the back. The lady goes down, an arrow in her chest, while the man simply stumbles from the arrow to the shoulder. Clint ducks the man’s bullet, firing another shot. The man goes down like a bag of bricks.

He spins around, and he spots a door behind the counter swinging shut-- but the cook he sees through the window had been far closer to another exit.

He sprints across the room, springing himself off the counter. He shoves through the door, sees the cook, but then he spots a woman near the fridge, aiming a gun at the cook. The cook has his hands up, shaking awfully.

Clint has an arrow aimed at her in less than a second. “Let him go,” he says.

The woman raises an eyebrow, and he reads her lips: “You think your outdated weaponry scares me? A gun is a hell of a lot faster than a bow.”

Clint shrugs a shoulder, a corner of his mouth quirking up. “You haven’t seen me shoot,” he says. The arrow sprouts from her head and she falls to the ground without another word.

“You good?” Clint asks, approaching the cook. “Any injuries, or--?” he says, extending a hand to help the guy up.

“Thank you,” the man says, still visibly shaking.

“No problem. Now,” he says, “Get out of here. Take a back exit, avoid as much fire as you c--”

Clint can barely think as he feels a blunt force being thrown into his side, along with a hot, fiery pain as the cook, obviously an agent in disguise, plunges a knife into his left shoulder. Then, his head hits the floor, and he can’t think at all.

Clint blinks blearily. His head hurts like hell; it’s like someone is inside his brain and has taken to thudding a crowbar against his skull. And that’s not even mentioning his shoulder. He’s pretty sure that, if his shoulder wasn’t connected to the rest of his body, it would already be dead and haunting Nick Fury. In other words-- fucking ow.

Clint can’t move his hands-- when he tries, he feels the bite of coarse ropes holding them back. Still, he can tell it’s a standard handcuff knot-- it is locked in place with a reef knot, though. That makes it a little tough, but he should be able to get out of it in not too long.

He scans his surroundings. It’d help if he had his hearing aids, to hear for any noise outside, but he’ll have to do without. He opts for watching under the door instead-- no footsteps yet.

He cranes his neck back, trying to get an idea of his situation. The room is dark, and the air is heavy and cold enough to assume he’s underground. Wait-- they’re underground.

Because behind him, just a few feet away, is the Winter Soldier himself. Actually, Clint doesn’t know if Barnes likes that name. He hasn’t exactly spent much time with him.

Clint whispers, “You up?” before realizing he’s a dumbass.

He presses his tied feet to the floor, pushing to the left. The chair moves just slightly. The noise is probably terrible, but ha. He keeps going, pushing himself by just a few inches each time. Eventually, he’s moved and twisted enough that he’s facing Barnes, now to the left of Barnes rather than directly behind him.

He sees Barnes’s lips moving, so at least he’s up. However, his speaking means absolutely nothing to him.

“Still can’t hear you,” the archer says. “And it’s too dark to read your lips clearly. The angle’s shit, too.”

Barnes winces. A glance tells Clint that Barnes’s own restraints are fraying, but he still can’t do any actual signing yet. However, he can see Barnes’s fingers moving, even as he tries to rip through the rope. S-E-E W-H-O?

Clint shakes his head, before pausing. He thinks through the events of earlier, whenever they were. He thinks he remembers seeing a glimpse of yellow on one of the agents’ suits.

He moves through a quick A-I-M, then flattens his hand and shakes it. Maybe.

He looks up at Barnes’s face, only to see him still staring at Clint’s hand, his eyes narrowed.

Oh. Probably too fast. He slows down. A… I… M. He shakes his hand again. “Not sure,” he whispers.

Barnes nods, before flexing his metal wrist sharply. The rope around that hand falls limp, and he’s able to pull the other loop loose soon pretty easily. Then, he’s bending over and sliding the metal plates of his fingers roughly against the ropes around his shins once, twice, three times, and then the rope splits and falls. Clint nods, impressed. He wishes he had a metal arm, not for the first time.

Then, Barnes is behind him. Now he can actually get in a decent position to use the full strength of his arms, and he easily grabs the rope between Clint’s wrists and yanks, and the rope just completely snaps.

That was hot, Clint thinks, and Barnes pauses mid-step as he’s making his way around to Clint’s front, his eyes darting towards him. Aw, mouth.

“Wow,” Clint says. “Did you hear someone say something? I did not,” he says.

Barnes just purses his lips before shaking his head, looking slightly amused. He crouches down and quickly rips the rope around Clint’s ankles, and all of it is way faster than Clint could’ve done. That metal arm is awesome, man.

Barnes taps his own shoulder, standing to his feet. He’s looking at Clint with concern.

“Fine,” Clint says, tapping his thumb to his chest, even though his shoulder is definitely throbbing like hell and probably bleeding too much.

Barnes gives him a look that tells him just how much he believes that, but he doesn’t say anything about it. Instead, he just gestures to his head, tapping his indexes together, his eyebrows raised.

“That’s fine, too,” Clint says, tapping his chest again. He stands, moving towards the door, ignoring Barnes’s disbelieving glare. At least Clint’s pretty sure he doesn’t have a concussion. If he does, it’s a teensy-weensy one, so he’s good.

“Hear anything?” Clint asks, his eyebrows raised.

Barnes pauses, walking towards the door. He puts his hand against the wall, tilting his head towards it. After a few seconds, he finger-spells F-E-E-T, then meets his thumbs together before pushing his right one forward, angling to the right of the door. Footsteps, but they’re far away.

Clint throws his hands up toward the air, opening them. “How many?” he whispers.

Barnes holds up two fingers.

Okay, cool, this should be easy then. Clint crouches down, pulling a lock pick from his sock. He immediately starts jimmying the lock, and it doesn’t take long at all. Barnes taps the top of the lock when he hears it click, and then puts his hand on the handle.

He lifts his metal hand. Three, two, one .

The door slams open, bouncing off what is presumably an AIM agent. Clint immediately darts around the door, using Barnes’s arm as cover. He grabs the gun off the agent, along with a couple clips and a knife. With a flick of the wrist, he flings the blade and it hits the other agent in his chest, dead-center.

He loots him, too, pulling out another gun and knife. He hands them off to Barnes, before retrieving his bloody knife from the dead body.

Clint barely has the word “which” out of his mouth when Barnes starts walking the way the agents came. Well, walking is a light word for the Winter Soldier Strut, but that’s not important.

They’ve only come across three more agents when they reach a staircase. Of course, that’s when lights start flashing. Briefly, Clint’s glad he doesn’t have his hearing aids.

They each break into a run, shooting down agents as soon as they appear. The staircase quickly becomes chaotic. Agents start spilling in from every story-- the two assassins are hitting the first floor below ground when even Clint can feel the noise coming from the gunfire. He feels a sharp pain explode in his thigh, but he doesn’t have time to worry about it.

In front of him, Barnes propels himself up onto the shoulders of an AIM agent. From there, he shoots down at least four agents coming at them from above, all while twisting his thighs around his mount’s neck. Barnes lands on his feet easily, even as the agent beneath him falls heavily.

Clint takes the open opportunity and dashes up the steps, using his good shoulder to burst through the first-level door.

The door bursts open, and Clint immediately fires down any agent in sight. He distantly feels a dull pain in his shoulder, but it’s probably just a little bruised-- he’s had far worse. He pulls up his gun and takes down another agent as he sprints down the hall. He spots a sign pointing towards the exit-- maybe not the best idea for a place you plan on keeping captives?

It made it easy for Clint, though. He was already running-- a quick glance told him Barnes was following, so he didn’t slow down.

He rounds the corner, his feet going even faster as he sees the exit. Of course, that’s when half the doors in the hallway slam open, revealing a shit-ton of agents that are armed.

The archer takes down several of them, shooting down most and hurling his knife so it stabs one of them in the sternum. He clocks one in the jaw, knocking him over like a bowling pin, before kicking a charging agent directly in the chest.

Unfortunately, even if he can take them down while extremely outnumbered, it doesn’t stop him from taking hits. He gets a few punches to the face, along with a harsh kick to his side and a sharp pain that he’s sure is another shot in his leg. Still, he keeps going, and soon enough, he’s bursting through the door at the end of the hall.

It’s far brighter outside, even coming from the lit halls of the base, and Clint stumbles for a second as the light hits his eyes. He feels a hand grab his upper arm-- it’s his good one at least-- in a tight grip, and he’s being pulled along.

A glance to the side tells him it’s Barnes, so he’s okay. Clint steadies himself and quickly starts pulling his own weight. Barnes is running forward, but his body is half-turned to shoot down the agents chasing after them. A super-soldier is a hell of a lot faster than the agents, and Clint has enough adrenaline to keep up with him.

They navigate between the trees around them-- Clint can’t see another building anywhere. The upside, at least, is the agents trailing after them have been thinning. Clint estimates that they’re maybe a mile out by the time they realize that there isn’t anyone chasing after them anymore.

Of course, with that realization, Clint’s adrenaline starts on the decline, and he fumbles clumsily to the ground.

He braces himself with his arms, but that hurts like hell on his shoulder, which is… not feeling good. His entire body is not feeling good.

He feels a metal grip grab his not-shot shoulder and then he’s being roughly turned onto his back. He groans, and he forces himself to open his eyes. Barnes’s face is hovering above him, a crease between his brows. He signs roughly, tapping his indexes together, then waves one.

“Shoulder,” Clint says, “And leg. Two shoots. Shots.” He winces, reaching a hand up towards his shoulder, because it is throbbing in a nasty way.

Barnes bats it away, shaking his head. He lifts his hands as if to say something, but then he just shakes his head. With one quick motion, he tears off the sleeve of his jacket. He looks like a doofus, but Clint supposes he probably isn’t one to talk, what with being the proud new owner of two bullet holes and a stab wound.

Pretty quickly, Barnes ties the disembodied sleeve around Clint’s bloody shoulder. The pressure doesn’t feel great, but Clint knows it’s better than bleeding out all his shoulder guts. And hey, at least it’s not a tourniquet. Shit could be worse.

Next, Barnes rips off the sleeve of his shirt. Clint would give an appreciative whistle at those biceps if he wasn’t in so much pain. He ties up Clint’s thigh, then rips off one of Clint’s own sleeves to wrap around his calf. As he finishes up the knot, Clint mutters, “Is this kinky? It’s probably kinky.”

Barnes just swats his good leg.

“That’s kinky, too.”

Barnes stands up, and he walks near Clint’s head. He waves his arm, and Clint sees him say, “Come on. Let’s go.”

“Ugh. Can’t this just be my new home?”

Barnes just waves again.

Clint groans, but he puts his hands on the ground and pushes himself up. He stands, and he rolls his shoulder, regretting it immediately. “Ow.”

In front of him, Barnes simply signs, “Home.”

They start walking. It’s a little chilly, but he has other things to worry about. His wounds are definitely still bleeding, even if the ties help, so he tries not to apply too much pressure to his right leg, without making it seem too obvious.

Unfortunately, he’s so distracted by his pain and masking it, he doesn’t realize that Barnes is trying to sign to him. He feels a hard nudge on his good arm, and he looks up with a start.

Barnes is frowning at him, with his eyebrows furrowed in the same way they’ve been since they got kidnapped. Clint groans, stepping forward with what’s definitely too much pressure on his right foot, but he forces down a reaction. “S’rry. You were saying?”

Barnes’s fingers move quickly- he doesn’t know much, but at least he’s a quick finger-speller. How. You. L-O-S-E. A-I-D.

“The ‘how’ goes at the end, buddy,” Clint says. When he notices Barnes cast his eyes to the ground briefly, he immediately feels guilty. “It’s okay, though. Most of the others don’t even have it yet, ‘cept Tasha.”

“Sorry,” Barnes signs.

“S’chill. Besides, I’m not one to talk. I’m pretty stupid when it comes to regular, basic English.”

Barnes rolls his eyes, shaking his head, but then he repeats his question from before, this time using the correct grammar.

Clint shrugs, wincing as it aggravates his shoulder. “I dunno. It’s somewhere in my apartment, I think. If Lucky didn’t eat it.”

He freezes. “Lucky!” He twists around violently, throwing himself off balance. He stumbles for a moment, before two hands grip his waist and help him upright.

Barnes’s eyebrows are knit together, but Clint barely notices. His eyes are still darting around the forested space, as if there’s any way he can find his dog in wherever-the-fuck-they-are.

Barnes quickly moves in front of him. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

“I don’t know how long we’ve been gone! Lucky’s all alone in the apartment! What if something happens to him?”

He feels a feathery-light hand on his good shoulder, despite the hand being made of metal. “I’m sure he’s fine,” Barnes says. “We couldn’t have been gone for more than a day. I’m sure he’s fine.” The former-assassin places a hand on his own chest, taking in an exaggerated breath. “Come on, he’s fine.”

Clint tries to steady his own breathing, tries to shush the not-actually-there noise in his ears. “He’s fine.”

“Yeah. Worst case, he took a dump on the carpet.”

“I don’t got a carpet,” Clint mutters, shaking his head.

“Even better,” Barnes says. “You can clean it up real easy. Hey, and what’s to say that Kate girl hasn’t checked in?”

“Uh… I dunno,” Clint says, finally able to take an actual breath. “He’s fine.”

“Damn right he is.”

Clint shut his eyes for a moment, continuing his full breaths. Once he feels steady, he opens his eyes again. “Sorry,” he says, taking a couple steps back. “For being dumb.”

There’s a sharp flick on his arm, which seems unfair. “Hey, knock it off,” Barnes says, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Knock what off?” Clint asks, stepping forward, wincing as the pain in his leg gets a little louder.

“Callin’ yourself dumb. Stop that,” Barnes says, frowning.

Clint squints at him. “Wh- dude, I dropped out of school when I was like ten. It’s pretty safe to say I’m stupid. I know that, and it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not,” Barnes says, and now his frown is getting into Angry Frown territory. “You’re not stupid, stop saying that shit about yourself.”

Clint pulls his head back, still squinting. “It’s fine, man, I know the truth-”

“Well, clearly not, because you’re spoutin’ lies-”

“I am not, and it’s not a big deal anyway-”

“It is if you believe it! You can’t just-”

“Be honest with myself? I deserve at least-”

Suddenly, a wave of nausea hits Clint like a club to the back of the head. He trips over his own feet, hands reaching out to catch himself. He feels hands grab at his torso, but he bats them away, feeling the acid fill his throat.

He lowers himself to the ground with the help of the hands bracing his body, but it doesn’t stop the jolt shooting through his shot-up leg. Before he can spout a warning, he feels the bile swell up. He quickly twists to the side, barely acknowledging the fire in his shoulder, as he retches. Nasty remnants of whatever was leftover in his stomach falls into the grass. He chokes and spits, his head bursting with pain with every movement.

He sits there for a second, a string of vomit hanging from his mouth to the ground, and he groans before coughing again, trying to get whatever’s left out.

Distantly, he feels a soft pressure on his back, but his head is pounding, so he can’t really pay any attention to it. He hacks a little, trying to clear the rest of the burning acid from his throat.

Finally, he rolls back so he’s sitting up. He still feels sick, but he doesn’t think there’s anything left. He blinks a few times, trying to get the spots out of his eyes. “S’rry.”

He feels another flick, and he blinks his eyes open. “Hm?” he says, feeling very gross and exhausted. His mouth tastes disgusting.

“Stop saying sorry,” Barnes says, and it’s a good thing he’s signing because Clint can not concentrate enough to read lips right now.

Clint feels like he should argue, but he is very tired. So instead, he just mumbles, “‘Kay.”

He shuts his eyes again for a moment, and then he feels a hand gently maneuver its way under his good arm. He gets the message and pushes down on the ground, using Barnes’s steady grip to slowly get to his feet.

He barely catches Barnes’s question of O-K? He nods, even though it hurts.

Now that he’s watching, Barnes signs out, “You have a C-O-N-C-U-S-S-I-O-N.” His eyebrows are raised, and he looks kinda annoyed.

Clint could make a sarcastic remark, it’d be really easy, but he guesses he probably should have listed that earlier while reciting his injuries. Instead, he barely nods.

“We’re going home soon,” Barnes says. “For now, you need to stay awake.”

Clint knows the rules of concussions. He waves Barnes off. “Yeah, yeah,” he says, and his throat is still burning and gross. “How soon, do you think?” he asks.

“I bet you they’re just a few minutes out. You know how pissed Nat gets when you go missing,” Barnes says.

“Says you, Mr. Cap’n-America-followed-me-even when-I...was-a-Terminator,” Clint says, and his words kind of trail off into nonsensical mumbles, and even he can realize that without hearing it.

“Then we have even better chances,” Barnes says.

“Good,” Clint says, and he squeezes his eyes shut as a sudden wave of nausea passes through him. He pauses, waiting for it to pass. When it does, he opens his eyes to see a pair of concerned gray ones. Clint blows through his mouth, before nodding determinedly. “‘Kay. Let’s keep going.”

“You sure?” Barnes asks. “We can stay here. When I hear the quinjet, I’ll fire a shot.”

“You don’t got a flare gun,” Clint argues.

“So? JARVIS will sense it, if Steve doesn’t hear it first. We’re stayin’ here.”

Clint sighs. “Fine. Can we sit back down then?”

Barnes helps him to the ground again, this time against a tree. He sits down across from him, tucking a knee to his chest. He locks an arm around the knee, before tilting his head towards Clint. “Tell me about this apartment of yours.”

“Why?” Clint asks, leaning his head against the tree. Barnes snaps his fingers at him, so Clint sits up again.

“To make sure you stay awake, dumbass. Go on,” the ex-soldier says.

Clint rolls his eyes for a moment, before letting his head roll to the side. “I dunno. I share it with Kate, but only kind of. She just comes in every few days to make sure I’m not dead or bouncing off the walls.”

Barnes just nods, so he continues.

“And then I have Lucky. I got him from the same guys I took the building from. Some Russian guys who were shitty dudes. They’d broken his leg, so obviously I made sure that wouldn’t happen again. And I also now own an apartment building, which kinda sucks, because I don’t know how to do any of the things a landlord is supposed to. Like I dunno how to fix leaky sinks or adjust the AC. I kinda just go off YouTube videos.”

Barnes shrugs. “Whatever works,” he says.

“I guess,” Clint says. “We have barbecues sometimes. I think half the building actually thinks my name is Hawk guy, which is a thing, I guess.” He pouts.

Barnes cracks a grin, and Clint realizes he’s laughing.

“Shut the fuck up,” he says. “Mr. Weiner Soldier.”

Bucky quickly stops, fixing Clint with the stink eye. “That doesn’t count. That’s just Sam.”

“It counts,” Clint argues. “Anyway, the other half of the building don’t actually think I’m an Avenger, so.”

“Do they not watch the news?” Barnes asks.

“They’re all old and pretty blind, so it’s a possibility. That or they’re messing with me,” Clint ponders. He squinted at a random patch of grass. “I think that might actually be the case,” he says.

Barnes grins again. “So what’s Lucky like?” he asks.

Clint then details all of Lucky’s quirks. He talks about the way the dog used to try to attack the door whenever someone knocked. He talks about the time he found a half-chewed hearing aid under the coffee table, which is why he’s so willing to blame him this time. He talks about Lucky’s infatuation with pizza, and he talks about the time Lucky once saved him from the Russian mafia. He has to pause a few times to get his head to stop hurting and for his shoulder to be more bearable, but Barnes is patient. Come to think of it, after all this, Clint figures he should probably stop calling the guy by his last name.

His voice feels raw (although that’s possibly due to the earlier puking) by the time he notices Bucky suddenly straighten up, his eyes darting towards the sky.

“Our saviors?” Clint asks, his arms moving sluggishly.

Bucky nods, before slipping his gun into shooting position. He fires a shot towards the sky, and Clint can feel it.

The archer shakes his head, but he can’t help the corner of his mouth that’s creeping up. “S’not a flare.”

Bucky smirks, and he flicks a finger towards the sky. Not thirty seconds later, Clint can see leaves begin to flutter off the ground. He glances back, and Bucky quirks an eyebrow. “It worked, didn’t it?”

Clint rolled his eyes, and he tries to ignore the way it makes his head pulse. He doesn’t think he did a great job, though, given the way Bucky frowns.

The assassin budges over so he’s next to Clint, and he worms an arm around his torso. He pats Clint once, a clear signal of “let’s go,” so the archer takes a deep breath. He lets his own arm grab at Bucky’s, fingers gripping tight at the metal plates. He feels himself grunt as they push themselves up. The pain in his legs flare up, but he just digs his teeth into his lip and pushes past it.

Finally, he’s at least at his full height, but his legs and his arm (not to mention his head) are screaming. Now that he knows help is close, everything is suddenly feeling a helluva lot worse.

Clint feels Bucky tense weirdly, and he glances over to realize that he’s shouting. He squints, catching a glimpse of “Steve!”

He glances in the direction he’s yelling at, and in just a few seconds, he sees a flash of red and gold.

The Iron Man suit zooms into view. Clint feels the body next to him tense a few more times as Tony lands.

He sees a quick “What happened?” and as the faceplate retracts, Clint can see the frantic look on his face.

Clint taps a thumb to his chest, but Tony immediately gives a mechanical, yet fluid, “Bullshit.” He visibly sighs, shaking his head, but then he says, “But we’ll talk about that later.” Clint sees him glance down before saying to Steve, presumably, into the comms. “Hawkeye’s hurt.”

He looks up again, and he taps his indexes together, his eyebrows knitted together.

“Two bullets in the leg,” he says. “And I got stabbed in the shoulder.”

He feels Bucky start talking, and he looks over to see him add, “Concussion, too.”

Clint sees Tony mutter a shit, but he doesn’t catch much else because then he’s glancing over the armored shoulder as he sees a figure clad in red, white, and blue emerge from the trees, dashing at full speed.

“Hey, Mom,” Clint calls, then immediately regrets it as he feels his brain beat itself up.

Cap starts slowing down as he reaches Tony, but he still hurries to Clint's other side.

Clint feels Cap tuck an arm under his bad shoulder, and he bites back a string of curses. He tastes copper, but he tries to ignore it. “Home now?” he asks.

In front of him, Tony nods. “Yes,” he signs. “We’re going home. Bruce is gonna start patching you up on the quinjet, but you’re going straight to medical once we land.”

Normally, Clint would argue, but his shoulder and his everything are screaming a bit too much for him to complain. So he just nods, slumping his head forward.

Together, Bucky and Steve take a step forward, and Clint’s feet more or less drag across the grass. He can’t feel much besides the pain, but he can tell that the super-soldiers are talking to each other.

“Man,” Clint says, and he has no idea how the words are coming out. “If all I needed to… get in on a super-soldier sandwich was... get shot a bunch, I woulda done it ages ago.” He feels a metal flick against his side, which, rude.

He thinks he might’ve dissociated for a little, as the next thing he knows, they’re edging up the ramp to the quinjet.

“Oh, we’re here,” he mutters, and he sees Bruce rushing down towards them. He might be imagining it, he’s not exactly fully lucid, but he thinks he sees a tinge of green in the scientist’s face.

He watches, as they slowly make it up, Bruce say some things to one of the super-soldiers. He feels one of them respond, but he doesn’t bother trying to see whatever they’re saying. Once they’re actually onboard, he starts being led towards a cot.

Once he’s settled, Bucky and Steve finally pull away.

Bruce begins prodding at his leg, so Clint quickly looks away. He sees a glimpse of Tony back at the controls, but more importantly, he sees Natasha moving towards him.

He rolls his eyes towards Bucky. “She’s gon’ kill me,” he says. “She’s gonna… like, murder me.”

Bucky cracks a grin, shaking his head. “Nah, I don’t think so. Kick your ass? Maybe.”

Clint glares at him, and he lifts a tired arm enough to hit his chin with a sharp B. Bucky just gives him a cheeky smile before he’s suddenly shoved aside.

“Dumbass!” Natasha signs, giving him his least favorite Murder Glare.

“I didn’t choose this. You should be feeling sorry for me. Get me- oh, God, fuck, fuck, fuck- Banner, what the fucking fuck are you doing?” he grits out, glaring at the scientist.

Bruce simply smiles apologetically, holding up a bullet with a pair of tweezers. “Sorry,” he signs, but it’s kinda gross because he has some blood on his gloves. “If I could do this painlessly, I would.”

“Yeah, fuck off,” Clint grumbles, rolling his head back to stare at the ceiling. As he does, he feels the quinjet become to take off, more in his stomach than anything else.

“Ugh,” he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut and grabbing at the edge of the cot. “Stark, I’mma fuckin’ kick your ass.”

Obviously, he doesn’t hear a response, but he doesn’t care. He’s a little busy trying not to barf again. “I hate… so much,” he grumbles.

This time, it’s a sympathetic pat on his good shoulder, and he can feel that it’s metal. For some reason, it helps.

Finally, he feels the quinjet stabilize, and he lets out a slow sigh. “C’n I sleep now?” he asks, blinking his eyes open.

Bruce moves away from his leg, grabbing one of his tiny flashlights from the extensive first aid kit. He flicks it on and points it in Clint’s eyes.

The archer flinches, but he tries not to blink too much, looking a little to the left of the light itself. Then, the light’s gone, and Bruce pats hits shoulder. “You should be fine. The ride back isn’t too long anyway, so we’ll be waking you up soon enough,” he signs.

“Ugh,” Clint says, but he shuts his eyes again. He feels Bruce begin to dig again for the other bullet, and it sucks , but soon enough, he feels himself start to drift.

Clint wakes up to the very familiar smell of dog breath.

He blinks his eyes open, grinning as he sees Lucky’s panting face inches from his. “Hey, buddy,” he says, grinning widely, and he reaches a hand up to pet him. However, he immediately feels that his shoulder is very restricted, and he puts together where he is.

“Huh,” he says, tilting his head at Lucky. “You’re not supposed to be in medical.”

He feels a nudge in his side, and he looks up to see Bucky grinning at him. He extends a hand, and Clint’s eyes widen when he spots the purple hearing aids lying on his palm. He reaches over Lucky and grabs them, immediately placing them in his ears, carefully clicking them on.

He quickly starts to hear the monotone beeping next to him, along with Lucky’s panting breaths. His smile widens as he lifts his good arm to scratch at his dog’s ears, and Lucky grins and starts trying to get closer, lapping at his face.

He hears a chuckle, so Clint glances up to look at Bucky. The man has a soft look on his face, one he doesn’t see very often.

“Where’d you find them?” the archer asks, pointing at his ear.

“Kate came in after Natasha called her. She said she found them wedged between your nightstand and the wall,” he says, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, come on,” Clint whines, sinking back into his pillow. Lucky, of course, follows, so Clint can’t frown for long. “How did you guys get him in here?” he asks. “Because I’m sure he’s not actually allowed.”

Bucky shrugs, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “The docs might generally be used to our shit, but when the Black Widow gives puppy dog eyes, it’s kind of terrifying in a very strange way.”

Clint squints, trying to think of what that would look like, but he reckons that he’s probably better off without figuring it out. Instead, he decides to assess the damage that’s been strewn across his body.

His legs are both bandaged up, he can see that much past the hospital gown. When he cranes his neck, he can see that his shoulder is also wrapped, his forearm lying beside him. He also sees an IV next to him, filled what he assumes is antibiotics or maybe painkillers. Actually, given the distinct lack of pain he’s feeling, he’s very willing to bet it’s painkillers.

He grins up at Bucky. “I’m on the good stuff, aren’t I?” he says. “The good good stuff?”

Bucky snorts out a laugh, before nodding. “Yeah, you are. You’re also stuck here for another two days.”

The grin immediately falls off Clint’s face. “No,” he whines. “I hate it here.”

“You got your dog, what else do you need?” Bucky teases, giving Lucky a quick pat on his belly, which apparently rocks his world because the dog immediately perks up, lifting his legs away from his stomach for more. Bucky, obviously, obliges.

“You’re a traitor, Luck. A traitor,” Clint grumbles, but he gives him scritches anyway. He looks up at Bucky then, and he gives him a glare. “And for your information, coffee. And pizza,” he says.

“No coffee,” says the super-soldier, “But I’ll see what I can do about the pizza.”

“Good,” Clint mutters. “When’s debrief?”

Bucky waves him off. “Already done.” Clint clearly makes a face, because he continues, “You and I were together the whole time, and I was awake longer anyway. You can give Steve more details later, but you don’t got to sit in a conference room for an hour this time around.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” Clint says, leaning back and staring at the ceiling.

“Yeah,” says Bucky. “You’re welcome. As a return favor…”

Clint pouts, turning his head to glare, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. “What?”

Bucky grins innocently. “I get to walk your dog at least once. I’ve been staring at his adorable face for an hour.”

Clint’s face breaks into a smile, and he laughs, nodding. “Yeah, I can do that. Just make sure he pisses on Stark again,” he says, and he closes his eyes to the sound of delighted, and decidedly pretty, laughter.

#hawkeye #clint barton #winter soldier #bucky barnes #winterhawk #deaf clint barton #i did a thing! i hope you like it!! #i love lucky and i will sneak into clints apartment and move there #(i was gonna say i would steal lucky but lets be real clint needs him) #my writing #clint #bucky #lucky #steve #tony #nat #bruce #sam #kate

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Serinakakers As Proof

Serinakakers are actually called Norwegian butter cookies in english and I don’t think i’ve ever had one but they look good to me lol i didn’t feel like making a whole new otherworldly dessert sorry I’m lazy sometimes 😂

Summary: You’re dating Loki but keeping it a secret as per Loki’s request. The team starts to question if you’re lying about your ‘lover’ and Loki has to save you because Thor has really bad timing.

It all started two weeks into dating Loki. Loki was a little unsure what the team’s reaction to you two dating would be so he told you to keep it a secret for now. You respected his wishes but that didn’t stop you from flaunting about how you had the best ‘lover’ (Loki refused to be called boyfriend) in the world. 

Two weeks in Valentines came up and Loki had a vase of beautiful flowers sent to you with a little card that said, “For the fairest of them all - your love” In reference to Snow White, which you had both watched very recently. 

You had taken them around the whole tower, telling people it had come from your lover when they asked. 

“At least give us his name, I promise to not, like, totally have a background check on him!” Tony says with a pout. 

You laugh and shake your head. “No can do Tin Man. He doesn’t want you all to know who he is just yet.”

“See, that makes me a little skittish, if he doesn’t want us to know he has something to hide.” 

“I agree with him and think he should remain nameless.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” Tony points out.

You shrug at Tony and do the motions for zipping your lips closed and throwing out the key. 

Loki ends up picking a random day, a month later, to send you a big basket of chocolate, your favorite hard candies, and really small plushies of all the Avengers (It’s totally not his way of giving you sweets because you’re on your period). Your favorite plushy isn’t one of the Avengers, it’s a small plushy of Loki. Because you’re given the basket in front of everyone you make sure not to freak out over the Loki plushy but you keep stealing glances at the god who sits apart from everyone else, reading. 

“He even got you Loki?” Steve asks bewildered. 

“Like it or not, Loki is part of the group. Seems he has built a group of fans now.” You say, stealing a glance at Loki who smirks at his book. You know he’s pleased you’ve defended his honor. 

“You do realize I’m right here, do you not?” Loki says, still not looking up from his book. 

Steve at least has the decency to look ashamed and his cheeks flare up. 

“There’s not a card with a name!” Tony says making everyone look at the basket again.

“Of course not, you dumbass.” You say, slapping the back of Tony’s head, Tony proceeds to throw his hands and slap away at your receding hand. Thor and Bruce chuckle with you at his childish antics. 

“Can you at least give us a letter in his name?” Clint asks from your side. 

You sigh and look to the ceiling in thought. 

“K.”

“Kevin!” Clint immediately yells. “Wait, we don’t know a Kevin.” 

“Who said you know who it is?” You ask as you gather your basket to put in your room. 

Clint completely disregards what you said and yells, “Kate!”

Natasha hits Clint’s arm, “She’s straight, stupid.”

Tony then pipes in as you walk away rolling your eyes, “Kyle! Kaden! Kayden but with a y!” 

“His name doesn’t start with a k guys!” You yell as the elevator closes, exasperated. 

Next, a week and a half has passed when they start questioning your relationship. Thor figures it out but only because he grew up with the thing you’re gifted. 

You had been the last one to enter the kitchen for dinner and right as you entered Thor came up to you with puppy dog eyes and was holding a tin of sweets. You take a long look at the delicacies, they’re some type of cookies, in a swirl pattern, and decorated with powdered sugar. Thor answers your questions right after you think that.

“They’re butter cookies, can I please have one, your boyfriend sent them.” Thor says making sure to enunciate the word boyfriend. Your eyes snap to Thor’s and the god smiles down at you. On one hand it looks innocent but you see past his facade.

He knows. 

You clear your throat and grab the tin from him, making sure to pull one of the cookies out and give it to him. 

“Since you’re nice, sure, big guy.” You say giving Thor a look that said ‘Say nothing’. Thor bounces from foot to foot, shoving his cookie in the face of the other Avengers.

“She likes me!” Thor roars then demolishes the cookie in a single bite. 

You laugh, glance at Loki from under your lashes as you look at the cookies and pick one out to try.

When the cookie touches your tongue you can’t help closing your eyes and moaning. You chew and the cookie just melts in your mouth. You moan as your take another bite and you think you could practically orgasm this cookie is so damn good but remember the entire team is there. 

When you finish the cookie you open you eyes and look at everyone. Tony is looking at you like he wants to eat you, Natasha is eating her food like she doesn’t fucking care, Steve is blushing so hard you think his head might explode. Clint is shocked, and Bruce is looking at you with a raised brow. The last person you look at is Loki who sits there staring at you with flushed cheeks and a glint in his eye that says he’s going to tear those noises from your lips again, this time without the cookies.

You cough and look at Thor who is smiling like he is satisfied. You understand why he wanted one so bad now. 

“I’m sorry but what the fuck just happened.” Tony says shaking his head. 

You laugh. “I had an orgasm while eating a cookie, get with the program.”

“Honestly, if his cookies are that good you need to marry the man, just saying.” Tony waves his had at you then goes on to start eating his dinner.

You go to eat another cookie but Loki finally says something. 

“No dessert before dinner, put the cookies down.” 

“Or what?” You challenge the god.

Loki raises a brow at you and levels you with a glare.

“Put them down.”

You suck on your gums and squint at the god as you put the cookies on the table.

“You’re lucky I like you.”

“Ok, first of all, you like everyone so I don’t see the point in saying that. Second, how have you told Loki you like him before me? We all know I’m the favorite around here.” Tony scoffs while aggressively stabbing a broccoli floret. 

You take your seat next to Loki and that’s when it’s asked.

“Is your boyfriend even real? Or are you gifting yourself all these things so you’ll make one of us jealous?” Clint asks in a normal voice, he really doesn’t mean it to be mean.

You stop smiling at Tony and frown at Clint.

“He’s real.” You say a little hurt. 

“I mean it just seems a little fishy.”

You pout at Clint.

“I could look into her purchases and see if she bought it herself.” Tony rouses from the other side of the table. He’t totally joking but Steve doesn’t take it that way.

“Tony! That’s private, you can’t just do that!” Steve tries protecting you. 

You start to get a little angry.

“He’s real. If you don’t think he’s real then that’s on you. I know he is and that’s all that matters.” You reason, more for yourself than anything else. 

Under the table you feel Loki’s hand squeeze at your thigh. 

“Just give us something to let us know he’s real.” Tony pushes. 

You slam your hands on the table and stand up so fast the chair you were in topples over. 

“Stop!” Loki yells, in a quick move he stands and puts an arm in front of you, not to protect Tony but to stop you before you did something you regret.

The room is silent save for your rough breathing. 

“It’s me.” Loki harshly says, glaring at Tony and Clint.

“You don’t have to cover for her, it’s embarrassing but-”

“Shut up!” You scream at Clint.

“I’m not trying to cover for her. I’ve been dating her for the past month and a half. I did not want her to tell you because I wasn’t sure how all of you would react.” Loki gets out then turns and brings you to him so he may kiss you. 

Loki makes it a show for the team, relaxes as you lean into him, your hands wrapping around his neck and tugging at the nape of his neck. He pulls away before you can lose yourself in his kiss and looks at the team with a raised eyebrow as if asking ‘Is that enough for you?’.

Finally Thor peeps in between a big bite of his food. “Ay, Loki is telling the truth, those are Serinakakers, an Asgardian delicacy my mother used to make us.” 

Loki rolls his eyes at his brother’s really bad timing and then looks back down at you, you’re still wrapped around him, now with a tiny smile on your lips as you look at him.

“Ok, darling?” Loki asks anyways.

“I’ll be happy if you let me take those cookies and eat those for dinner in my bedroom.” 

Loki brings a hand up and trails a finger from the back of your jaw to your chin, going up to touch your bottom lip. “Only if you promise to make those sweet sounds every bite you take.” Loki whispers.

“Ok this is seriously gross, I’m literally gonna throw up.” Tony says with a fake gag.

You laugh and pull from Loki who glares at Tony. You point at Tony, then at Clint. “Don’t think you two are off the hook, I’m still royally pissed, you’re just lucky when I’m around Loki I can’t stay mad.”

You make your way around the table, Loki following, dinner forgotten, and pick up your cookies. Then, you head towards your room. 

Halfway to the elevator Loki grabs your hand and doesn’t let go until you’re both laying on your bed enjoying your cookies. Talking about everything and nothing. 

#loki x reader #loki #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #reader insert #my writing #i had this idea a few days ago and didn't have any time to really write it out #i feel i could have done more but my mind is working at like ADD mode right now #my adderall is wearing off cuz i took it early #so idk if ill get to write more or not #but hopefully i can ^^ #also my transitions could use a little work i apologize about that i try not to make them so generic and like next #this happens #or like then he #and on this day #i just have trouble of thinking of good ways to transition sorry

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It’s You and Me - Chapter 9

It’s You and Me: A Hawkeye Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Clint Barton x  F!Reader

Word Count:  1556

Rating:  E

Warnings:  Mentions of past abuse

Synopsis: You and Clint Barton go way back.  Since you joined the circus as a child, he took it upon himself to keep you away from the people who really wanted to hurt you.  For years the two of you danced a line between dark and light.

When he chooses light the two of you go your separate ways.

Fifteen years later he tracks you down.  Those feelings the two of you shared never went away, but now he is not only an Avengers but a single father.  Can the two of you make it work after all this time when your lives have gone in such different directions?

A series told in flashbacks and current day.

Chapter 10: Now

You had fallen into a slightly uneasy truce with yourself.  The part of you that had been adamant that you not fuck up any kids’ lives had been soothed down by the part that was really enjoying being back with Clint again.  Some things made it easier to compartmentalize.  Children weren't by default terrible and the problem you had was never hating kids.  It was hating your childhood.  Besides, if there were any kids you were going to love instantly it would be Clint’s.  Maybe it was never going to be in a motherly way, but they were his and you loved him.

Clint seemed to be making sure you never got put into the parenting role.  You were never the babysitter or decision-maker when it came to things they should or shouldn’t be doing.  If they wanted to go out for ice cream he’d decide if they could on his own and then ask if you wanted to as well, instead of asking you what you thought about the idea.  That made things easier too.  It meant you could avoid the step-mother role even if it did occasionally haunt you.

Cooper, Lila, and Nate seemed to take to you dating their father pretty well.  They were good kids generally speaking, but the concern that they might see you as a step-mother worried you.  The two older two definitely seemed to treat you as an entity in the house that they needed to be aware of.  They didn’t come to you to ask for things, but they didn’t straight up ignore you.  They’d say good morning when they saw you first thing and goodnight when they went to bed.  If they were getting themselves a snack they might ask if you wanted some and they’d make general conversation about music or tv shows with you.  However, it wasn't the same level of excitement as when they were with Natasha Romanoff, who they were very close with, or the same level of deference when Ebony was in the room.  You hoped that didn’t mean they resented you, or they thought you didn’t like them.

Nate, however, seemed to be completely different.  He’d seek you out more and want to share things with you, like what his favorite toys were or the pictures he’d drawn.  He’d come and sit on the couch with you and flop himself against you.  It was a little scary considering how you felt about everything.

Clint kept pushing for you to join the Avengers, taking you to the Tower and ‘randomly’ having you bump into people who would then lecture you about using your abilities for good.  It had the opposite effect than desired.  The longer the lecture went the less you wanted to be subjected to further lectures about anything ever again.  You still kept going in - partially because it was funny to see how frustrated Clint was when you’d say no, but mostly because now you were burned, you were very interested to see where this data you’d helped steal went.  Not that they’d tell you anything.  You weren’t an Avenger, so you weren’t privy to that kind of information.  It seemed to have something to do with the circus people, and you were curious to know why none of them had approached you about their underground dealings.

That was all for weekdays though - unless it was the end of the world, Clint was home on weekends.  That didn’t mean you were free from him trying to recruit you.

“So you’re just not gonna get a job?”  He asked.  He was sitting beside you on the couch with Lila sitting in front of him while he put her hair in a halo braid.  There were some half-formed plans about going out in the afternoon, but everyone was just taking their time.  You were eating cereal despite it being 11.30, Cooper was still in his pajamas, and Nate was hanging upside off the side of the couch with only his underwear, a t-shirt, and one sock on.

“Maybe I already have a job,” you teased and he looked at you with his eyes narrowed.

“You don’t, do you?”  he asked.

“No.  I don’t,” you agreed.

“The Avengers have really good medical, and a great 401K,” he said.

“Yeah because no one ever lasts long enough to cash out,” you snarked.

“She doesn’t have to be an Avenger if she doesn’t want to dad,” Lila said.

“Yeah, Clint,” you agreed.  “Listen to your daughter.”

“Gee, thanks for your help, Li,” he teased.  “You should see her though, she can shoot an arrow while doing a handstand while riding a horse.”

“You can do that,” Lila said, sounding bored.

“Wow,” you deadpanned.  “Ruined the only cool thing I can do with your over achievement.  Thanks, Clint.”

He pulled a face at you and was just about to say something when his phone rang.  He stuck a bobby pin in Lila’s hair to hold it in place as he answered.  “Yeah? - No, but I can’t… Fuck!  … Are you shitting me right now?  Ebony is off today.  I think she went… no, I get it.  Yeah.  Okay.”

He hung up the phone and got up.  “Gotta go in.  Can you watch them?  It’s an emergency.”

“What?  But Clint…”  You argued.

“Dad, you haven’t finished my hair!”  Lila yelped.

“You can finish it, right?”  Clint said to you as he grabbed his keys and tried to evade Lucky who was now dancing around his feet.

“Clint!”  You yelped.

“You know I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t have to,” he said and kissed Lila on the top of the head and then you, before blowing a raspberry on Nate’s tummy.  The little boy squealed and fell off the chair in a heap.  “Thanks, sugar.  I’ll owe you one.”

“The biggest one ever!”  You shouted as he ducked out the door.

Lila sighed and started to unwind her hair.

“I can do it,” you said.

She rolled her eyes.  “You sounded really excited about the idea.”

You flinched.  “I’m sorry… it’s not… I’m not… I can do your hair.”

She looked at you like she was trying to get a read on you.  “We don’t want you to be our mom either you know?”

“Lila!”  Cooper scolded.

You ran your hand down your face.  “I know.  I know… that’s… that’s part of the reason I’ve been the way I’ve been.  I don’t not like you guys.  If anything it’s because I like you a lot and I hate that you lost your mom.  But I don’t want you to think I’m trying to be your mom or take her place.”

“Well, good,” Lila said.  “We don’t want that either.”

“You want me to do your hair and I’ll be real with you?”  You asked.

She nodded and moved into position.  “So here’s the thing,” you said, as you started taking up where Clint had left off.  “Me and your dad… we had pretty crappy childhoods.  The people who were supposed to care for us - they hurt us instead.  And I guess… your dad decided that when he grew up he’d have a family and make sure they never got hurt the way he was.  But I decided that I didn’t want to risk ruining any kids' lives.  We ended up breaking up and going our own separate paths and they went just like that.  I never had a family and he got married and got you guys.  But now we’re back in each other's lives and I care about your dad.  I always have.  And I am really scared that that’s gonna mean you guys get hurt and I’ve been trying really hard to just… let you be so it won’t be me that hurts you.”

“You really never wanted kids?”  Cooper asked.

You shook your head.  “Not because I don’t like them though.  I think you guys are awesome.”

“You can be our friend if you like?  We have a mom.  She might have died but she was still our mom.  But we also have an Auntie Nat and an Auntie Wanda and an Auntie Kate and an Ebony.  You can just be whoever you are,” Cooper suggested.

You smiled and laughed softly.  “You’re pretty smart, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” Cooper joked.

“Friends then?”  You asked.

“Yeah, friends,” he said.

Lila nodded.

“Okay, but here’s the thing,” you said.  “There’s a thing that friends have that adults in charge don’t.  You’re allowed to tell me off.  Okay?  If I overstep, or I do something that upsets you, you can tell me. I won’t be mad and because friends can’t punish each other the way your dad can.  Right?”

Lila turned her head and looked at you. “Right.  Okay.”

“I’m sorry I’m dating your dad,” you said lamely.

She laughed.  “No, you aren’t.  But that’s okay.  He… it’s been a while since he’s not just been faking being happy.”

You smiled and went back to fixing her hair.

“You should tell us about the criminal stuff you’ve been doing if we’re friends,” Cooper said.

You started laughing.  “I’m sure your dad would love it if I told you about that.”

“Come on,” Cooper begged.  “You said we have to tell each other stuff.”

You laughed harder and shook your head.  “Okay… where should I start?”

// NEXT

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[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Sick Little Games: Twenty- One

Clint ultimately had had a rather enjoyable morning. It had started with sweet kisses and slow snuggly lovemaking and culminated in creating a minor PR disaster for SHIELD. 

But he’d enjoyed his little counter-protest. Aided and abetted by Thor, Bruce, Sam, Tony, Nat, and several other SHIELD agents that were tired of out of tune hymns and their Witchling not going outside. It had created enough negative attention for the church that Stirling Cole, your stepfather had called for a parlay of sorts.

Clint looked from the bed where you lay, sound asleep, and back in the mirror. At the black eye, he’d gotten when he’d tried to grab you before you could pull Stirling’s throat out in front of the TV cameras. “Worth it,” he said, satisfied. 

“Really worth it,” he amended, looking down at your feet. Cut and still bleeding, though they were healing. Not, perhaps, as rapidly as Bucky or Steve, but even faster than Clint would recover after walking barefoot across hellfire. 

Which, contrary to what Clint had thought, hadn’t burnt you but had left the present gnarly cuts. 

It was all a bit of a blur, really. They’d started by drowning out the protestors by very, very loudly playing the national anthem. That had pissed the protestors off quite a bit. The cacophony had brought you outside, which had riled the protestors up. Rocks started flying. They threw fucking stones at you.

Clint had been furious but nothing. Nothing. Compared to when you slowly turned, blood running down the side of your face and started walking forward. Traffic in front of the tower had ground to a halt due to all the spectators. It had happened in slow motion. Rocks flew, but none of them seemed to land, and you smiled. Or at least. You showed your teeth. And Clint knew, damn well that the face you were making was one countless HYDRA goons had seen before they died. “Oh shit,” he muttered, starting to follow you.

But out of nowhere, fire. The fucking green light created a separation between you and the protestors. Clint looked up to see Strange standing on a balcony out of sight trying to summon something to stop your inevitable progress forward. “Bless him,” Natasha said, “He thinks that’s going to stop her.”

Kill mode was unstoppable. At least. Mostly. You wouldn’t care about Damage to yourself. And that much was clear as you clawed your way through the green flames, unphased by the cuts they left. 

“She’s gonna kill him,” Clint said, “Fuck- Thor-”

But the demigod needed no more prompting. He might agree with you that the man SHOULD be killed, but he knew you couldn’t be SEEN to do it. He rushed forward and wrapped his arms around you quickly, thankful for his sturdy boots. And grateful that “kill mode” as Stark had dubbed it, was only dangerous to your immediate target. He’d once thought it berserker like rage but, Bruce was quick to dissuade him of that. Bruce pegged it as a response to trauma. And Thor agreed. Mostly.

“Witchling,” he rumbled, grunting as you attempted to squirm out of his arms, “Be still.” You radiate pain. Pain and Fear, and Anger. A thousand different memories rush through you, and you just... can’t. You can’t manage it all. Stories about what should happen to anyone who doesn’t obey their god. The sting of a belt against your ass and thighs for whatever infraction. Your elation at the warm sand in California turning to panic as the sunset, and it started to get cold. Foster care. Going hungry. Stealing packs of ramen to eat while you were running. Peggy Carter. A job offer. And then a van. And searing fucking pain. Endless fucking pain as these “SHIELD” ass holes played around with your genetic code. But you didn’t care because you were fed. And warm. And someone finally showed you how to control your powers. You were never enough. Never. It didn’t matter what you did. How obedient you were or how many people you saved. You were nothing. Evil. Dirty. As if you had asked for any of this.

Clint could hear you screaming. There weren’t even words. Just screams. And he blinked back tears. It sounded like Thor was killing you, but. Anyone that had seen you wake up in medical knew that wasn’t this sound. He rushed forward and reached up carefully, trying to remind you that you were okay. And help Thor keep a hold of you. You’d worked an arm free, and the Asgardian was struggling. Even if you weren’t trying to hurt him, you could still be dangerous. 

When your elbow caught his eye, Clint took the opportunity to grab your hand. “Y/N,” he said softly, “Baby. Please. Let us help. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I was trying to make it stop.”

You reached for him, and he held his arms out tenderly, “It’s okay,” he murmured, ignoring the pain in his head. He held you against him. His heartbreaking with every stuttering breath. Your fingers curled in the soft fabric of his jacket. “It hurts,” you pant. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he said softly, picking you up when he noticed you standing in a pool of blood from the cuts on your feet. “I’m sorry.”

He knew you didn’t want him to apologize but, he didn’t know what else to say. “Thor,” Clint muttered, “Help me get her inside. No one can see what’s happening now, but she can’t walk back over all this.” Thor grunted and nodded, bashing Mjolnir against the flames to get them out of the way so the archer could carry you.

Clint shifts your weight gently and follows after, pressing soft kisses against your hair when you whimper. “I know,” he soothes, “Shhh. We’ll get you inside, okay?”

“Your eye,” you murmur.

“I’m okay,” he reassures gently, “I know you didn’t mean to. You’d never hurt me on purpose.”

“I love you,” you murmur, swallowing hard. 

“I know,” he says gently, “You love me so much. You didn’t want to hurt anyone... Except for Stirling. And he deserves it. But we can’t let you tear his throat out on live TV baby. We can’t.”

Thor growled next to him, and Clint half smiled, “See, Thor can get away with it. Because he’s big. And not human. But it’s a bad look if we let the sweetest Avenger go around killing preachers on TV.”

“I’m a monster,” you whisper. Clint stops walking, and Thor stops mid-swing, stopping to look at you.

“My lady,” he said quietly, aware that his voice could carry, “I have fought monsters. You are not a monster, Witchling. You’re not what they all did to you to try and tear you asunder. You are kind. And Just. Powerful and sometimes rightfully very scary, but you are not a monster, my darling.” 

“All I took away from that is that Thor is scared of you,” Clint teased, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when you huffed a laugh. 

Thor smirked a little and brushed his fingers against your hair affectionately. “Maybe a little,” he teased, “Her knowledge of song lyrics is prodigious and not of this Earth.”

_______

Clint leaned on the door frame, thankful that Lucky was curled between your knees and your belly, and Jinx had taken up her spot behind your knees. You were warm and stuck. Unable to move without disturbing your snoozing fur babies. 

Satisfied you’d be okay for a few minutes, he slipped downstairs. You needed water. And food. And he was hungry. 

He was halfway through putting together some food. Lots of spicy, salty snacks for you and some sweet stuff for him. A couple sodas. Sandwiches. And some frozen fruit. Anything he thought you might want when Natasha leaned over and inspected his eye.

“How you feel?” she asked. The implication, Clint knew, was her asking if you’d meant to do that.

“Fine,” Clint said placatingly, “I caught an elbow trying to help Thor keep hold of her.”

“Kill mode?”

“Yeah,” he sighed.

Natasha winced, “I heard her screaming. It made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. I hate it.”

“I know,” Clint said, rubbing his neck, “But... she’s- she’s okay. Mostly. Freaking out because she hurt us. But she’s healing.”

The spy quirks an eyebrow, “Us?”

“She bit Thor trying to get loose. Didn’t break the skin, but there was a real pretty bruise.”

“Damn.”

Clint smirked, “You should have seen my shoulder when she got done with me last week.”

Natasha rolled her eyes but smiled a little. “Only you, Barton,” she huffed.

“You love me,” he says.

“I do,” she admitted, “I’m just glad everything’s okay because... they wanna see her.”

“Who does?” Clint asked cautiously.

“Her mom. And stepdad... Tony threatened charges for property damage. And assault since they hit her with a rock,” she explained.

“And they want her to stop it?”

The spy nodded, and Clint shrugged, “Tough shit,” he said, “She’s asleep. And she’s had enough. She’s gonna stay that way until she’s ready to be up and about.”

Natasha nodded, “I’ll go tell Tony that their Parlay will have to wait.” She wasn’t going to argue. Clint had a point. Putting you back in front of them when you felt raw like this was only gonna make a bigger mess.

_________

Peggy slid a cup of tea across the table to Steve and he smiled his thanks, “Peg, I don’t know what I’m gonna do,” he said, “Bucky just will not let this go.”

She gave him a sympathetic smile and sighed, “Since when does he let anything go?”

“This is different though. It’s vindictive. And all Y/N did was quietly harbor a crush none of us even knew about.”

“That is an accomplishment, given how many spies are in that building,” she said, impressed. 

“Y/N is a good girl,” Steve said, “But Peg, if he keeps pushing on her and she snaps, there’s no one in that building that could save him- Maybe Barton but. Let’s be honest, he’d not stop her.”

She smirked, “No. I don’t think he would. Not if he’s the Clint I remember.”

“He’s worse where she’s concerned,” Steve said rolling his eyes, “No common sense.”

“Well,” she said shrugging, “When someone feels like home, you don’t really want to let them go.”

“That’s true,” he sighed, “But still.”

“But nothing,” she laughed, “What’s the betting pool up to on the proposal?”

Steve smirked, “Sam and I stand to split a pretty chunk of change if he does it on Christmas... Natasha is gonna take it if he does it for Halloween. Bruce swears he’s gonna do it next time they’re on a mission together before he even has a ring.”

Peggy grinned, “I’d say Bruce has the right idea. If he plans anything he won’t go through with it.”

Steve shook his head and gave her an apologetic smile picking up his ringing phone, “Roger- They did what?” he barked.

Peggy sat up a little straighter, eager for some gossip.

“Was anyone hurt?” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “No. No. Just- yeah. Alright.”

He hung up the phone and groaned, “Clint lobbed a counter-protest,” he explained, “Kill mode happened and now Y/N feet are cut up and CLint has a black eye from trying to help Thor grab hold of her.”

“Fucking hell,” she groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose.

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[fly-flower-fanfics]

Drunken Kisses

Peter Parker x Male Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, alcohol

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"And what the fuck are you doing with those, RJ?"

Tony's voice rung out, calling out the nickname he had given me. It stood for Reused Junk, since I always was found stealing leftover junk from Tony's workshop. I turned to face him,  holding up my hands filled with metal scraps. Tony always let me use the scraps of metals he didn't need, but he never seemed to know what I used them for. Hell, half the time I didn't even know what to sue them for. I just created art with them, abstract art or whatever. 

"Art stuff," I answered. 

"Art stuff?" Tony folded his arms over his chest, a small smirk making its way onto his lips. "Really?"

"Uh, yeah! Look, Tony, babe, I need nothing more than my wicked mad skills, my rugged good looks, and maybe like, half a million dollars." I carefully gathered the pieces into a box so I didn't get cut. I then picked the box up and held it underneath my arm. 

Tony laughed, stepping to the side to he could let me pass. "I'll think about the last one."

I winked at him as I passed by. "You'll give into me one of these days, Stark!"

Tony and my friendship was probably one of my favorite things about being here. I wasn't the biggest, baddest, or coolest Avenger, but no one ever seemed to make me feel inferior to them. Tony, after learning about my intense creativity, would ask me what I would think of a design or ask for my help with one. We quickly became friends, and the rest was pretty much history. We teased each other as much as we could, but were there when anything went wrong. 

Another one of my favorite things about being here was Spider-Man himself — little Peter Parker: the brown-haired boy was the one I fell in love with. Tony seemed to pick up on it right away, and I blamed it on him being bisexual that he was able to immediately sniff out my crush. 

Peter was always soft and almost the opposite of Tony in every single way. My heart fell for the spider boy almost as soon as I laid eyes on him. I couldn't get enough of him, but I almost swore he didn't feel the same way.

I wouldn't say that I was perfect at picking out other people's sexuality, but Peter didn't radiate anything about being into guys in any sort of way. Though it hurt, I would rather stay his friend than to potentially ruin our friendship over my feelings. 

I ended up back in my room, plopping the box of scraps onto the desk I owned. I reached out and grabbed the rolling chair I'd stolen from the lab before sitting on it and wheeling myself towards the massive sculpture that sat in the corner of my room. 

It was a large spider web with little mementos stuck inside of it. I always added to the web whenever there was spare metal that I was able to fold with my hands. I kept everything in the web like a special sort of shelf that fit my style and aesthetic. 

Pictures were the main thing that littered my sculpture. It was pictures of times that I didn't want to forget. There were pictures of Steve and I dancing when he was teaching me the little he knew. Pictures of Tony and I making silly faces with one another. Pictures of Bucky and I out on the roof. Peter and I watching movies. Loki and I pretending to fight one another. Pictures of all of us doing whatever. I could even begin to describe all the ones I had taped up onto the metal web. There were scraps of things I had taped up there as well. Movie ticket stubs, ice cream cone wrappings, leaves, papers, drawings, anything and everything. 

Everything on my web was a reminder to me of the family that I had, the family that I had made. 

"Woah..." I spun around in the chair to see Peter standing in my doorway, his eyes glued onto my sculpture. "Did you make that?"

I felt myself become flustered as I turned my head to look as well. "Yeah. Yeah, I did."

"That's awesome!" He walked up to it and looked over the pictures and items I had on there. "I don't even remember you taking some of these pictures." He pointed to an amusement park wristband I had put up there. "I took you there; I remember that."

"Yeah. It was fun. I'm shocked you remember that." I got up from the chair and went to stand beside him. "Shocked I remember that," I admitted with a laugh. 

My powers had fucked with my memory a bit. I had the power of hypnosis and mind reading, but it required an immense amount of mental control and focus. It made me forget things sometimes, and I didn't like that. So I made my sculpture so I would be unable to forget. 

"Does this help?" Peter asked.

"Yeah," I said, "it does. I don't remember everything in great detail, but it's helped. At least I haven't lost everything, ya know?"

I cleared my throat and went over to my bed, trying to fix it up a little. I felt a bit self conscious about Peter being in my room, but it didn't really seem to bother him. I sat down on my bed and watched the boy. 

Part of me desperately wanted to read his mind and have a walk around to figure out if he liked me back the way I liked him. No, no, what the fuck? That was wrong. Absolutely wrong. I frowned at myself and shook my head, standing back up. 

"I'm gonna head out to grab something from the kitchen. You're welcome to stay, just-just don't tell anyone else about the sculpture. It's a little embarrassing for me." That wasn't a lie; I was embarrassed that I needed help remembering things. It was just I didn't want everyone to know that I valued them so dearly. I wasn't sure how they'd react, and I didn't want to seem like a pushover. 

I grabbed a can of soda from the refrigerator. What would Peter think of it? I closed my eyes as I opened the drink. He wouldn't care so much, would he? He looked interested, but would he think it's weird?

"Hey! RJ! So glad you're here!" Tony called out to me, startling me. 

I opened my eyes and looked at him, eyeing him suspiciously. "What've you got planned...?"

Tony merely winked and grabbed my hand, yanking me along behind him. "Nothing!”

I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and it was clear that the hero was rather tipsy. "Fucking liar!" I shouted back as he pulled me into the living room. 

Thor, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, Wanda, Steve, Bucky, and Peter were sitting on the floor. Various glasses littered the ground around them, showing that everyone had some sort of alcohol in their system. Well, everyone but Peter and I. We made nervous eye contact, and it was obvious that we were being drug into some kind of game. 

Tony plunked me down on the floor next to Steve, and I found myself laughing. "What the bloody fuck are we doing?" I asked Tony.

He thrust a half-filled bottle of wine at me. "Oh, sweet boy, we're playin' a game. But you and Spidey over there gotta finish this so we can play."

I'd been friends with Tony far too long, so I had a higher alcohol tolerance. Peter looked scared out of his mind, so I drank most of the bottle before handing it to him to swallow the rest.

"The point of that was?" I asked Tony as he went out, grabbing a couple bottle of alcohol and two more shot glasses. 

"So the two of you could be a bit tipsy with the rest of us," he answered as he handed both Peter and I a shot glass. Only then did I notice that the others were holding shot glasses in their hands. 

I looked around the circle suspiciously, but I couldn't figure out what we were doing or what Tony was planning. 

"Never Have I Ever," Tony said, basically reading my thoughts.

"Oh my god, Tony, this is a college game," I said, laughing. 

"Yet it shares secrets," he replied, filling up the shot glasses.

We went around the circle, playing the stupid game. It was more fun than I had originally thought that it would be. Peter and I were relatively pure, though, based on some of the things that were being asked. I was comfortably buzzed when Tony decided to be the asshole best friend and ask the question:

"Never have I ever had a crush on another person in the room."

Thankfully, Natasha, Clint, Bucky, and Steve took shots as well as I did. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Peter downing his shot. 

"Oooh! Steve?" Tony pressured, slurring his 's' a little bit. 

Steve's cheeks turned pink as he glanced over towards Bucky. Bucky only took the chance to take Steve's face in his hands and kiss him. I couldn't help but cheer along with the rest of the team. It was about time those two had admitted it to the rest of us.

"Clint drank," I teased, pointing over to him.

He rolled his eyes at me with a laugh and gestured to Natasha. "I'd sure hope I like my girlfriend or this would get real awkward real fast."

"Peter, I'm surprised you drank to that," Natasha said.

I turned towards Peter, and his whole face was flushed red, probably because he had been spotted.

"Who is it?" Tony asked. Peter bit his lip, refusing to answer aloud. His eyes eventually met mine silently before he looked back down at his lap. "RJ? Ooh, damn, RJ! You lucky bastard. Woulda sucked if he didn't like you back."

I rolled my eyes at Tony's drunkenness. At least he kept the secret for long enough. Peter's eyes came back up to meet mine and I shrugged. I wasn't ever really all that shy, but the alcohol helped boost my confidence. 

I got up, walked over to him, straddled his hips, and pressed my lips up against his. He kissed me back hesitantly as the others whistled behind us. 

Once I pulled away, I smiled down at him. "I kept the wristband because that's when I fell in love with you."

Peter looked over my face and his eyes settled on my lips again. "I fell in love with you when we went to the movies the week before," he muttered before pulling me back in for another kiss.

The alcohol made him bolder, and I would be lying if I said that that didn't turn me on at least a little. I ran my fingers through his hair, gripping it and giving it a light tug. Peter left off a soft gasp, a blush darkening his cheeks. 

I smirked as I pulled away, scrambling to my feet and pulling Peter up with me. "Sorry, Tony. I gotta play your little game later. Maybe next time some things'll have changed," I said with a wink, taking Peter to my bedroom.

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[lurafita]

Rant time

Very short introduction. I’m an adult woman and I have loved Spiderman/Peter Parker pretty much since I was a kid borrowing (stealing) my older cousins comics.

While I’m not exactly new to Tumblr, I have just recently decided to actively use and possibly post on this platform, and it’s probably gonna take some time getting the hang of it.

I am highly, and sometimes even incorrigibly, biased when it comes to my favourite characters. While I like other characters of the Marvel Universe well enough (some more, some less) in the end I don’t really care about the others as long as Peter is happy. (Though he wouldn’t be happy if everyone else is miserable or dead, so, yeah.)

I can ship Peter with pretty much anyone in a romantic/sexual relationship, (yes, even Tony), but I’m not a fan of big age gaps. It’s not even because pairings where one could be the parent of the other kinda wigs me out (though they do a little), it’s more about the fact that I’m a bit of a romantic. I want my pairings to be happily together for as long as possible. If two people are lucky enough to live out the natural span of their lifetime, then that means that the younger person (in this case Peter), will have to live the number of years that seperate them in age, without his partner. Take the popular pairing Starker for example. Lets say Tony manages to not get killed until he dies of old age at like, lets say 95. Peter would only be around 60 years old then. Which means he will have to live out the rest of his live, which may very well still be 30 to 40 years, without the love of his life. And if that number is 5, or 10, or even 15 years, that’s seems to me more bearable than if it is 20, or 30 or more years.

Which is why, if I do post a Starker fic here, their ages will be closer together than they are portrayed in the MCU. (In some comic universes, the age difference between the two wasn’t that significant)

I like Irondad and Spiderson as well as Superfamily in fanfiction. I like when the Avengers are shown as loving and protective of Peter. However I don’t like how much Peter/Spiderman is ‘noobed’ down in many fanfics though. I get it. Peter is the youngest with the least experience. Yes, he needs training, yes, he needs guidance, but sometimes I get the feeling that people forget or ignore how very formidable of a hero Spiderman can be.

Please keep in mind that I’m including comic facts in the following:

For example, Peter is physically stronger than most of the Avengers, with the exception of Thor and Bruce. He is also incredibly durable. His senses are the highest of all the Avengers. He is inhumanly flexible, meaning he can move and bend and react in ways the others are simply not capable of. He can stick to any surface, unless that surface is wet. He has a sixth sense (spidey-sense) that makes it possible for him to dodge a bullet at gun point. (in the comics even the fire of a machinegun) His healing factor is acutally better than Steve’s, as it also grants resistance (and in some cases immunity) to some illnesses and even poisonous substances. His webbing is as strong as steel cable, and people that aren’t at least at his level of strenghts, shouldn’t be able to just rip it apart. He is smart and knows how to think outside the box. In fact this level of thinking has saved the day more than once, when people like Tony Stark or Reed Richards were stumped.

I have read so many fics where Peter is trained by Natasha or Clint or Steve and they regularly wipe the floor with him, and I just can’t wrap my head around this. Again, I get it, experience is a great thing and it certainly can turn an otherwise hopeless battle in your favour, but it is not an almighty tool. And how exactly is Peter even supposed to learn anything, when he has to hold back so much against his much weaker, very breakable Teammates? (like seriously, if he were to throw a real punch, he would break their bones) Of course Peter needs to learn to control his strenght and defend and attack without causing too much harm to his opponent, but that should come AFTER he had the chance to really use and get a feeling for his powers and their limits. In my opinion, considering Peter’s very impressive skill set, Thor would actually be the best training partner for him. He is a few thousand years old and has more than enough experience when it comes to fighting. He is sturdy enough to withstand Peter letting loose on him, without the Spiderling having to fret about causing permanent damage. Then, after Peter has had the chance to really familiarize himself with his fighting prowess and knows how much he needs to pull his punches without loosing his ground by holding back too much, THEN the others can actually teach him some techniques and strategies that he will actually be able to implement into his fighting style. And then there are the instances I have read, (again, way too many instances in my opinion) where the others tell Peter to not depend on his spider-sense so much in a fight. I mean I understand where this kind of thinking is coming from, but how exactly is this even supposed to work? It’s not like he can turn it off. If in a fight, or sparring match, Peter is not supposed to depend on his spidey-sense, which is omni-present, and his spidey-sense is telling him to dodge, but he is not supposed to depend on it, that only leaves the option of ignoring it. So he needs to ignore/supress the urge to dodge, while being expected to dodge by his sparring partner/trainer. How is that even possible? In fact, every time in the comics that Peter ignored his spidey-sense, was when he got (sometimes badly) hurt. That is just not the way to teach someone how to fight. And it always, ALWAYS gets me so irrationally upset when I read this.

Sorry, that was a lot of frustration I needed to vent, it seems.

Another thing I have come across quite a lot in fics, and that I absolutely hate, is when Peter is punished for something by taking away Spiderman.

Spiderman isn’t a hobby, and shouldn’t be treated like one.

Look, if Peter gets hurt, is injured, sick, exhausted, etc. Definitely bench him. Definitely make sure he gets the rest he needs and is at 100%, before letting him get out and fight again. But disallowing him to actively help people in need, making him sit back and stay away, because maybe he broke curfew, or his latest test came back with a not so great grade, that (to me) seems to trivialize everything that Peter does as Spiderman. Its not like he goes out there to just swing around high buildings and have fun, he saves people’s lives. He jumps into burning buildings to pull out kids stuck on a high floor. He webs up armed muggers who might otherwise have badly hurt their victims. He has saved people from being raped late at night, just as he has helped lost children find their parents. To Peter, and to the people he has helped, the work he does is important. Witholding Spiderman as a punishment seems nothing less than cruel to me. Can’t you just imagine Peter sitting in a corner of his room, hyperventilating and fighting off an anxiety attack, because his mind is making him imagine all the people currently in danger because he is not allowed out as Spiderman?

Like I said, if Peter is in need of a break due to injury,or sickness, or exhaustion, absolutely make him take a night (or more) off. If it becomes apparent that his social life or his grades are suffering due to Spiderman, make him shorten his patrols, make Tony or any of the other Avengers offer to cover some parts of the city for him. But just don’t treat his activities and responsibilities as Spiderman like it doesn’t matter. Like some hobby that can be taken away as punishment for bad behaviour.

Okay, that was quite a bit for a first post. I feel like I should apologize for ranting so much, but I just felt the need to. I hope some people read and comment on this, cause I would really like some other opinions (agree, disagree and so on).

Thank everyone who took the time to read this for having done so, and I hope I will soon post other Spiderman related things here. And learn how to better use tumblr in time.

#peter parker #spiderman #iron dad #spider son #superfamily #starker #op lurafita

[shootstraight-nevermiss]

Task 001: Lagos

@sgt-barnes, @logan-t78a

Trigger Warnings: Blood, Gore, Murder

Transcript of Mission below:

Bucky: James tightened his grip around the shield's leather handles. This was it. This was going to end today or never. They had everything they needed. Sin's intel about Zemo's course of actions and locations and some other agents Bucky might have bullied. He still wasn't sure if bringing Clint with them was the best idea, but he promised it to him. Seemed... right? "Alright we got one shot at this. We wait for the exact location, then we enter the structure. Wanda you cover the back exit to prevent our target to leave. Sam, you got the other one as planned, Nat will have your back." He looked up at Clint "And we go fetch the bastard. Seems good for everyone ?"

Clint: Clint was technically retired. After getting his family back, he just couldn't do it anymore so he had left. It always somewhat pained him that he never got the opportunity to put an arrow in Zemo, but his family needed him more than ever. But then Clint got the call. They found him. So he suited up and now here he was, in Lagos with the rest of the team. He was barely paying attention to what Bucky was saying because he just wanted to get started, find the bastard and kill him for sure. He owed it to the him. But what Bucky didn't know was that Clint had called in someone else. Someone who also wanted a piece of him to give him a hand. They had a plan, he just had to wait. So, like the Hawk that he was, he kept a watch around the place until he saw Bucky's eyes on him. He just gave him a silent nod as he walked off. Nothing against the rest of them - he was here for one thing and one thing only.

Bucky: He waited for everyone's approval before reaching the edge of the roof they were standing on, waiting for the exact location of Zemo. He kneeled as he waited, keeping his doubts for himself. Maybe too loud however as he sensed Natasha putting her hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her, reassuring himself in her eyes for a second before looking at the team. "And don't forget. I know it's important for everyone here to catch him... But the team goes first, you hear me? Don't play vigilantes, for once." he found smart to add.

Clint: Clint heard what Bucky said and he was sure that it was more directed at him. No offense, Bucky, but this isn't your fight. He wasn't there to help the team. He was here for his own reasons. So when everyone began to disperse to their given objectives, Clint gave Nat a look, telling her that he was sorry for what he was about to do but that he needed to do it. That's when he pulled out his Avenger com and out in the one he had linked with Logan. "Alright, give me some good news, Wolvie. I think Barnes might be catching on to me here."

Logan: The plan was easy, logical and Logan only agreed when Bucky asked him to go and confirm the location, see if it was a trap and if something had to explode, well, he could handle it. He stayed in the shadows but saw their target, stealing him a small smile. He followed him at a reasonable distance and didn't stop when Clint's voice resonated in his com. "Oh really? Good job Barton. Maybe it gonna be a solo date then, if you can't handle the kid." He knew that the plan was to catch the man, but he didn't care, Zemo had to die, that was all, no bargain, no prison, just death. He didn't care what the justice could say, what the government could decided, Zemo was a personal problem since the moment who he started to lay into the kids. "6°33'27.5"N 3°22'54.7"E" He finally shared after checking his gimmick. "Barnes." He continued, changing his com. "6°27'00.5"N 3°26'21.7"E, this bastard still liked luxury." He lied for him, sending him in the opposite place than the real one where Zemo was.

Bucky: Jams waited for the moment Logan would share the location, and when it came into his coms, he didn't wait any longer. "Alright. We're going in." The team didn't need a look to go to their respective spots. Bucky waited for Clint before going in the building by one of the back doors, punching the few guards in their way. The element of surprise was their main advantage as Zemo was not expecting betrayal from his own ranks, selling intel to the Avengers directly. "Big room, north, we gotta be quick before he can do anything. come on."

Clint: "Just stick to the plan, Logan, and we'll be right as rain," Clint replied after memorizing the coordinates and sticking back in the other com. It was action time which meant Clint had to stick with Bucky before finding the opportune moment to slip away. So he stuck by him, pretending he was going along with him..if everything worked, Bucky wouldn't realize he was sneaking off before it was too late. "He still there, Logan?" He asked in the communal com. His hands were gripping his bow tightly. He was ready for this.

Logan: Logan managed to stay patient but he sighed at Barton's words. "I ain't sure it's working like that, just move your birdy ass." He replied to this com before waiting for the rest. "Yup." He just added at the question, he remembered this big room, he didn't really lie about the location shared to the big team, Zemo was there, his mobs were probably still in the building, but their main target left 2 hours ago. He was now busy with what seemed to be a transaction. "Not sure he will stay there much longer tho."

Bucky: Bucky was a soldier, but he was far away from being stupid. He worked with too many men and women in this area of their job to know certain things. For now he acted blind, but he could tell things were off, he could tell things were untold and so kept an eye on everything. It wouldn't be the first time someone tried to... betray him. He tightened his grip on his shield and moved toward the location, addressing Clint a look before going in. He opened the door, shoot the shield at the men in the room, gave some punches. But then he froze as he realized. "Bloody hell, Logan, where is he?"

Clint: Clint knew that he was going to have to move fast if they were going to catch the bastard, but he couldn't just leave Bucky. Not yet. They needed to get to the spot Logan had told Bucky first so he didn't raise too much suspicion. So he played along, counting down the seconds until he could make his move. He nodded at Bucky before they entered the room, letting Bucky take down the lone man while holding up his bone. "He must have just left the room," he lied, knowing full well that that wasn't the case at all. "I'll do a perimeter check outside. He can't have gone too far." He slid the arrow back into his quiver but held firm on his bow. It would be easier to run like that.

Logan: "Must be there, I'm still smelling his Dolce & Gabbana bullshit perfume." He lied but not on the details. He had nothing else to do than wait, so he did, lighting a cigar to deal with the time being long. "Want to me to check somewhere kid?" He asked but calmly started to smoke.

Bucky: He was most of all afraid of losing their advantage of taking them by surprise. Zemo didn't know. Seemed like their only weapon right now. He gritted his teeth. "Negative." he answered Logan. "Stay put. We got the others around. He can't escape." He turned towards Clint. "Check those rooms instead, I'll go over there. Stay on this side don't let them divide us."

Clint: Clint was expecting different orders from Bucky, which is why he had his own excuse all lined up. "If he's in one of the other rooms, chances are he saw us come in. It would be better if one of us what outside incase he tried to jackrabbit. In this case, it's better to split up."

Bucky: James squinted a bit as he looked at Clint. "The exits are guarded by the others already." He wouldn't let him go alone, they needed to work as a team. But then James heard people coming at them rather quickly from behind the doors. "Do it quick then. I'll go this way."

Clint: It went over a lot better than Clint expected and gave him a nod. Now that he was free of Bucky, he could go do what he actually came to Lagos to do. Once he was out of sight of Bucky he put in his com he had with Logan. "Alright, I got away. I'm heading to you. You still remember the plan, right?"

Logan: His cigar was almost finished when Clint voice showed up again. "'Bout time." He replied and raised an eyebrow at his question. "'Might be old but I ain't senile yet." Logan stubbed out his cigar and finally left his hideout. "I'm going to set the table, don't be late for the dessert." He joked, meaning to catch this bastard, kill his few guards and get him ready for the rest of the night.

Clint: "Don't worry, I won't be," Clint replied. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time and he wasn't about to mess it all up. Not now, when he was so close. Zemo was not planning on this, and Clint was counting on it. Clint got to the rendezvous spot and notched an arrow. "Alright, Logan, I'm in position. I'm ready to set the bait. Just give me the word when he's clear."

Logan: "Still waiting..." Logan pointed out and moved to clear the way, killing some guards here and there, taking his time 'cause damn this idiot wasn't that fast and avoided the alarms. The last ones were sharing the same warehouse that Zemo, so they had to wait, lucky them. He couldn't see them, but he was surely hearing their beating hearts. "Clear. His 3 boyfriends are still there tho." Logan sighed and took his lighter to heat his blades.

Clint: "Don't worry, I got this. Just wait for my word." Clint pulled back the bow just a little bit more, adding more tension for a brief second as he took a breath. This was it. It was now or never. He had a brief thought. He could not do this. He could call Bucky, tell him he found Zemo and back out. He could walk away. Maybe it was better if he did, but he didn't want to. He wanted to end this. Clint thought about everything Zemo had destroyed. Himself, Wanda, Kate, Logan, Barney, Laura, Tony.....it just angered him more and more the more he thought about everything Zemo had done. No, keeping him alive was too risky. Clint knew what he had to do. And with that thought, he aimed the flare arrow up into the sky and launched it.

The red light exploded in the air, giving anyone a good read as to where he was. Zemo surely would know who sent it, especially when he saw the arrow shaft fall back to the ground. He would pick it up later....maybe. Just to give it that extra little oomph, Clint yelled, "ZEMO! COME FACE ME, YOU COWARD!"

Clint waited and waited until he spotted Zemo appear with his "boyfriends," as Logan called them. "Agent Barton." Clint sneered when he saw that smug-ass look on his face. "Where are your friends?"

"Doesn't matter. This is between you and me." Zemo seemed amused by Clint's statement, but Clint expected that. His hubris would be his downfall. "Why don't you send your little goons away so we can pick up where we left off? Unless you're too much of a coward to hide behind our henchmen."

There was something in Zemo's eyes telling Clint he was much too eager to show Clint what he could do. With a simple wave of his hand, Zemo's goons left just before he casually strolled back towards him. "Last I remembered, you were no match for me, Barton."

"Yeah, well last time I was injured and starved. Not exactly fair. Now, we're on even playing ground."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that. I know you can hit me with that bow of yours before I get too close."

"That's why I brought something else." Clint put his bow away and pulled out the extra toy he had brought along - a sword. It was one he had "borrowed" from the compound. He'd give it back....maybe. "Doesn't matter what I use, though, you're not leaving this place."

"Is that a promise?" Zemo pulled his sword from his own sheath, getting into a stance that Clint remembered all too well from their last encounter. "Yes, it is."

Maybe it was reckless, maybe it was stupid, but Clint rushed Zemo, sword, back and ready to strike. He knew Zemo would see it coming and block with ease, but this was all part of the plan. He just had to occupy Zemo enough before the plan fell in place. Swords clashed with a ring of metal in the air as they stuck, parried and danced around one another in a deadly dance of dueling. "You've gotten better, Agent Barton," Zemo commented as he parried another blow and struck out.

"It's amazing what someone can do when they're determined."

Zemo chuckled as he parried Clint's next blow. "Your determination will get you nowhere, though. Your angry, which blinds you. I can see it in your eyes. Your anger will be your downfall."

Clint did a few more strikes before their swords met again and they pushed against one another. It was now or never. "And your self-inflated ego will be yours. You see, you're not the only one who you managed to piss off." With that cue for Logan, Clint pushed Zemo back to give Logan the room he would need.

Logan: Deep breaths, Logan couldn't lose his control right now, waiting was playing on his nerves but it was the last act, he could manage this last wait. The old man felt the movement, he slowly moved in the shadows. He let Clint do the distraction, swords fight? Meh, who was he to judge? He only came closer to the remaining guards, tacking advantage that Zemo was busy fighting to deal with them. And just like he did before, Logan killed them before they could understand what was happening, clean work. And god the timing was perfect. "Hi." Logan simply said when Clint pushed off Zemo. His hands were already bloody. "Sorry for your guys, they were in the way."

Oh he could hear heart beat climbing up and damn it felt good, walking closer, Logan only sped up when Zemo moved his hand to call back up. With no warning the mutant cut his hand but didn't flinch when Zemo groaned in pain and reacted by stabbing Logan in the chest with his sword. "..." It was probably fair enough but of course useless. "Right... no more stupid moves then." 'Cause Zemo just did two. The bastard wasn't bleeding, he was missing a hand but Logan's claws were still burning from the preparation he did, it would have been a shame to lose the man from a stupid anemia. Logan pulled out the sword from his body and threw it away before stabbing the fucking bastard in his right knee, forcing him to kneel. The man might scream, he might not, actually Logan didn't give a shit, he wanted the man dead. It was personal right but most of that it had to be done. He was too old and too fucked up to believe in justice, he couldn't give him a chance to survive this, to escape. Maybe it wasn't the right thing to do but Logan never cared about that, not this time at least, not when the list of the victims was already too long. "Yours." He finally said, sharing a look to Clint. Again, involving Clint wasn't probably the best thing to do, but, Logan could respect his need for revenge, it will obviously not solve everything but it will for sure help.

Clint: Clint stood to the side, letting Logan get his hits in. Logan needed a few, especially what happened to the kids that Zemo had grabbed. But they had a deal. He didn't even flinch when Logan cut off his hand. Zemo wasn't going to need it anymore. He stood by, watching with each blow, waiting until Logan was done. With Zemo on his knees, Clint sheathed his own sword and grabbed his bow. "You've taken too much. You've taken away friendships," he paused, firing an arrow into Zemo's left shoulder, "You've taken away kids," another arrow, into Zemo's right, "Sanity." That arrow had gone in his leg, keeping him pinned to the floor. Each name he would speak would come with another arrow in some place Clint deemed. "Kate, Wanda, Kitty, Bobby, Tony.....Laura." At this point, Zemo, was essentially a human pin cushion. A:rrows were protruding from Zemo's body and Clint knew that eventually, he'd die from the these wounds, but it wasn't enough.

"Last I saw you, I told you that you would lose and I would personally be there when you did." Without warning, Clint took his hunting knife and stuck in the same spot Zemo had speared him with a sword all those years ago. "I've thought about this moment for a long damn time, asshole." With a slow turn of his wrist, he twisted the knife in Zemo's abdomen, finally getting a bit of a yell, even if it was more guttural from the bastard. But when Clint stopped, Zemo actually began to laugh. "What's so funny, asshole?"

"You think you've won, but you haven't. I have, Agent Barton. You became the monster once again. You are finally broken." Clint ground his teeth, leaving the knife as he grabbed Zemo's sword that Logan had thrown away. In his other, he grabbed his own and scissored them around Zemo's neck. "You will be haunted by this moment for the rest of your life, Barton. This will not save your soul."

"Maybe not," Clint muttered, his voice straight and level, "But I'll live with it. See you in Hell." And with a swift move, Clint closed the swords, slicing right through Zemo's neck and cutting his head clean off. Zemo's head rolled a few feet away and while Clint could have left him like that, he had one more thing to do. He sheathed both of the swords this time and grabbed two arrows. He pierced the man's dead eyeballs with them and speared the head onto one of the arrows protruding from his body. It was finally over.

Logan: Was it a good idea to let this idiot take the responsibility of this kill? Probably not. But Logan didn't stop him, Zemo wasn't totally wrong but the mutant could understand this need of vengeance. He wasn't an example to follow about that, like he was actually the worst but he knew. He knew that this death will not resolve everything but it will probably be a good start despite the consequences. So Logan shut the fuck up, he didn't look away when Clint killed the man, he didn't flinch and he definitively didn't say a thing. It was over, the bastard was dead and it felt less good than Logan still expected. The mutant sighed, with no smile and cocked an eyebrow when Clint played the put all the body pieces together, he wasn't here to judge but god this was overkilled, even for him. Anyway, he finally came closer to Clint and the dead body and spoke. "C'mon man. Let's move." His claws withdrawn since a while now, Logan put a hand on the shoulder's man, inviting him to move. And if he could have ask of he was feeling ok, he just didn't, he bloody knew the feeling, he wasn't discovering it this night and he bloody knew that a drink will be more helpful than a little pep talk.

Clint: Yeah, sure, it was probably overkill, but Clint felt he needed to do it. To show the world he was finally gone. No tricks, no surprise appearances. He needed to see it, but yet somehow, he still felt hollow. Clint thought that if he killed Zemo, it would be done and he would feel better. More fulfilled. Yet, Clint didn't feel that way. Why didn't he feel right? As he stared down at the corpse, he muddled through his thoughts, trying to make sense of it until Logan broke his trance. "Yeah," he said softly, letting Logan guide him away while he still tried to make sense of his lack of feelings.

#fractask #logan.task #bucky.task #lagos #tw: murder #tw: blood #tw: gore

[mnyg1800com]

Only Temporary (Maximoff Twins X Reader)

Imagine having the same powers as the Maximoff twins and meeting for the first time and fighting together

A/N: I’m not sure about the Maximoff’s certain ages during AoU so I’m going to make them 18 (I also made some parts shorter because don’t think you wanna read the whole movie) I might make this into a series I don’t know just yet, but maybe. (sorry for any mistakes or typos) i changed the story bit o add in the reader in more fitting situations, ok bye

 》》THE BEGINNING《《        You were at the prime age of 18 when you volunteered for the experimental projects that HYDRA had offered. At the time Sokovia was in dire need of a hero or a protector. You wanted to be that protector, so of course you enlisted in the program. They laid down the rules that the experiments would take as much as two years which you agreed to. They told you all the abilities you would be able to have after the experiments. Super speed, telekinesis, mental manipulation, controlling energy, and all the good stuff.

     The reason it took such a long time was because they needed time to create these serums and your time to adapt to the powers had to be considered as well. The wanted to make sure you knew the ropes of your powers before sending you out to any real conflict. In the end you agreed to the two year program and they said they would start right away. You were suddenly cuffed down to the rolling chair and they injected something into your neck, and before you knew it you blacked out. 

 2 Years Later 

     You lay in the messed up mattress reading a levitating book above your head. You suddenly hear the banging on the door and open it. Strucker walked into the room and grabbed your hand. “It is time for you meet your new brother and sister,” he dragged you out of the room and went to the main room. There sat two people, one girl and one boy. They looked fairly younger than you. The girl’s eyes started glowing red and you could tell she was trying to get into your mind so you blocked her off by sending a pulse of energy her way. She flinched slightly and you smirked. 

    “Y/N, meet your new brother and sister, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff. They have the same powers as you, we did experiments on them as well. We ask that you all befriend each other and become comfortable acquaintances please.” Strucker left the room, but first handed each of you files with your names printed on the front. “You, Y/N, we don’t need your help so kindly leave us alone as we work. We don’t intend on being acquaintances with you.” The younger of the siblings said. “Isn’t that a little immature of you to say? Not knowing anything about expect for my name, birthday, and powers make you want to shun me away. Besides, I think it would be better if we did work together.”

   “After all we have the same intentions, right?” You said glancing at two.

   “How do you know our intentions?”

    “I read your mind, duh.” 

     Wanda glared at you for meddling into her head. “Anyway, I want to bring the Avengers down and so do you. Why can’t we work together, at least until our deed is done.” You sip on some water and the twins shared a look. “Fine, we accept you as an acquaintance until the Avengers are taken down,” Pietro said speaking for the twins. 

   “Only temporary though.” 

    “Of course, only temporary.” You said grinning.

 His brown rooted hair was slowing fading out and being replaced with white hairs, just like yours. You chuckled and nodded your head. “Very well, great talking with you two. I assume I will see you during training, yes?” The twins nodded their heads and you took your leave. “Shall we trust her?” Pietro asked her sister. “I don’t know she wouldn’t let me see into her mind, her desires are unknown. For now.” The younger said. For the next few days you three trained together and you taught each of them how to make their powers stronger. You were the strongest out of the whole “team.“ 

Strucker never let any of you guys out into real battle though, he didn’t want to risk the chance of any of you dying or getting hurt. He didn’t want to risk all of the work he put into you, until the real task comes. By time, you and the Maximoff’s became closer and closer. They trusted you and you trusted them no strings attached. Pietro and you were obviously the more lighthearted ones of the team as Wanda would joke around sometimes, but keep her serious exterior on. 

     One day you were all gathered together by Strucker and told that the Avengers were here. You shared a look with twins, but you were told to stay away from them. “We are going to attack them right?” “Of course,” You said your eyes glowing purple. You were getting excited. You felt someone hold your hand and you saw Pietro. “Wait a few minutes Princessa it is still dangerous outside, until they are done taking down the guards.” You rolled your eyes, but nodded. You waited a few minutes and you made a plan.

     “Pietro and Y/N, you guys go outside take care of the weakest ones. I’ll take care of anyone that comes inside, please keep each other safe.” Wanda said. “Of course, sis. I’ll make sure Pietro doesn’t trip.” You said chuckling. You were going run alongside Pietro, but he insisted in carrying you out. 

     “You can take redhead, I’ll get Robin Hood.” You said to Pietro. “Don’t die! Wanda will kill me,” you said to Pietro. He kissed your forehead. “Same for you Princessa, don’t die.” And with that both of you dashed off to find your targets. Lucky for you they were fairly close to each other and it was easy to work together. You speed up behind the Robin Hood and knocked him off his feet. He groaned in pain, but quickly whipped his small gun out. He immediately pointed his gun at you and shot, but you created a force field around you. You quickly ran behind him again and made him slightly confused by messing with his thoughts. 

        “Watch your back next time, Hawkeye,“ You whispered in Russian. You ran away taking his gun and weapon with with you. You aimed for Captain next hitting him with one of the arrows you stole from the Robin Hood in the leg. Pietro zoomed past you and punched him in his shoulder. You saw him being flipped over and speak into his earpiece. “There are two enhancements on the field, be on the lookout.“

              “Yeah, too late for that. I need some medical attention.” Clint replied. “The girl did something to my hip,” “I’ll get him to the jet,” you and Pietro fist-bumped each other and went back to Wanda. You saw her down in the basement where Tony Stark was. You were about to run to him, but Wanda stopped you.

       “You’re just going to let him take it?” Pietro asked with anger in his voice. You had promised to never look into her head and meddle into her thoughts and she promised she would stay out of your mind too. So right now, you didn’t know her plans for Stark. After Strucker was taken by NATO, you guys were basically on your own. 

         You left HYDRA and decided to help Sokovians yourselves. Which is what you plan to be doing until the Avengers come back. “Hey, Princessa. Wanna help me get expensive things? Some stealing?” He said with a mischievous smirk. “Of course, when have ever I turned down a chance to steal. Practically the beat thing I can do, besides run and ruin people’s heads.” You said walking alongside Pietro. 

     “So Piet, what are you gonna get today? Something for your sister? Or perhaps me?” You said while looking at the windows of expensive clothes. 

       “You want more clothes? Even after the whole ten pounds I got you last weekend?” He said chuckling. “That’s an exaggeration, ten pounds. More like 3.” You said before stepping into a fancy looking clothing shop. You were greeted by a woman dressed in fancy clothing that quickly attended to Pietro. You ignored the flaunting she did towards him and tried looking for any suitable gifts or giveaways. “Ma'am, may I help you?” You looked up and you were greeted with perfect crystal blue eyes. Well, if Pietro got a hot chick than you could have your fair share as well. “Yes sir, I actually do. Give me something expensive looking. Something that could fit my brother over there,” the man glanced at Pietro and tried to hide his smirk. “Of course. Now active wear or fancy suits? We have both available at the moment.” You shrugged not really caring. “Well both is good,” your eyes grazed the turning to the she rack of expensive watches. 

       "Hey, darling. Got anything for me possibly? Sometimes a girls got to spoil herself." You said winking. His eyes widened in realization. "Of course, madam. Right this way," the man, whose name tag read Abraham, lead you to a different room. Pietro noticed that you were gone and tried searching for you, but the lady clinging to his damn arm. 

         "Hey, got a bathroom around here?" He asked still searching the room. "Of course, in the back right past the lingerie section." He nodded in thanks to the girl store going to the bathroom. He saw you chatting with someone around your age and he rolled his eyes. 

  He slowly walked to you guys. ‘Y/N, I think we should go,” he said looking you in the eye. “We have a mission, remember?” you eyes flashed with realization and nodded. “Nice talking with you, but I gotta head off. Bye!”  

“Will I see you again?” he asked watching you leave the door. “Well, no.” you said smirking. 

     You returned to the middle of the city giving civilians free(stolen)items to help them and their families. You gave a handsome man a very, very expensive watch and some extra clothes. “These are quite expensive don’t you think? Where did you get them?” He asked raising a brow. 

         “That’s for me to know and you to find out sweetie,” you said with a wink. “Now run along dear, the old man behind you seems to need some clothes as well. Bye Bye, handsome.” You gave a grin to the man when you suddenly felt a hand on the small of your back. “Hey Princessa, do you need help here? I finished off my corner,” You heard Pietro whisper near your ear. He glared at the young stud before reverting his attention to you. “Yeah some help would be nice, thanks Piet.” You said. “Anytime,” he said giving you a soft kiss on your forehead. The once confident young man in front of you began to fidget. 

          “Well darling do you need anything else from me?” Pietro glared at the man and the feeble boy stood down and shook his head. “Okay so you can go now bye,” you waved at him helping the old man next in line. 

        Wanda laughed at her brother from a distance. She didn’t even have to read his mind to know about his feelings. She decided to wait until you could see them though, after all it would be funnier to see her brother chasing after you. She approached you two about to lecture you about stealing. “You guys need to arn how to stop stealing, you’ll get caught one day.” 

  “Whatever, we’re fast enough.” You said handing the clothes to the old man, smiling. “Yeah, we have the best reflexes it doesn’t matter.” Her brother took your side and she just signed in annoyance. You were just about done when a little boy came up to you three. 

       “Pietro, Wanda, and Y/N there’s someone in the church waiting for you!” You looked at the twins in confusion. “Which man?” The boy paused, “The iron man.”  

   Now the three of you were really confused. “We better head off then, thanks for telling us little guy.” You ruffled his hair and said your goodbyes. You three left the two and went to the church. 

    You didn’t know who is was and you couldn’t see into his mind. You and Wanda tried but there was only emptiness you saw. “You’re wondering why you can’t see into my head,” the robotic voice said. “It is hard, but sooner or later every man shows himself,” Wanda said her eyes still glowing red. “Oh I’m sure they do,” the figure finally was revealed and there stood, at least, a nine foot tall robot. 

     “Oh look there’s two little mind readers, hello. What is your name? Never heard of you before.” He said pointing at you. “None of your business.” You snarled. “Oh feisty, perfect addition to my team,” you glared at the robot. “What team?” 

        “The team that’s going to take down the Avengers. Why else would I have you gathered here today? Anyway, I’m here to make the world a better place and you’re here to take down the Avengers. It, honestly, sounds like a win-win situation my friends. Follow me, please.” You were lead to some place underground Sokovia. 

        As soon as you walked in you heard, saw, and breathed in all the metal. You saw more robots working and moving about. “And these are all?” “Me. It’s all me in here. I have something the Avengers don’t, harmony. They’re already at each other’s throats. And when you two get inside the rest of their hea-” “Everyone’s plan is not to kill them,” Pietro said about to scoff. “And make them marauders? You need patients, look at the big picture.”

         “I don’t looks at the big picture, we look at a little picture. I look at my little picture everyday.” 

   “You’re parents were killed by Stark, I’ve seen the records.”

          “But the records aren’t the picture,” 

        “Pietro,” You and Wanda cut in. But Ultron tells him to continue. 

         “We were ten, when the shell hit. It hits the second floor below us and makes a big hole in the middle of the floor. Our parents go in, the whole building starts to fall apart. We hide under a bed and then the second shell hits. But it doesn’t go off.” 

           “We wait two days for Tony Stark to kill us,” Wanda says with a hoarse voice. “I wonder why only you two survived Strucker’s now I know. But what about you, why did you survive ,” his gaze switches over to you who was leaning against the wall listening to the twins talk. “But you, your story?”

           “Y/N, you don’t have to.” Wanda says comforting you. “No, he wants to hear a story I can give him one.”

               “My story is similar to theirs as well. I was eating dinner with my only brother and sister, my parents were already dead. They were killed in New York when they were studying for medical school. Us three we were eating baked potatoes on the dinner table when we suddenly hear an explosion. Both above and below us, before we knew it the rubble starts to fall. All you could hear were the screams of small children, at least that’s what I heard. My own brother and sister screaming for help, but I wasn’t able to. The smoke was too much and I couldn’t see.” 

                  You didn’t know but your fingers started twisting and purple energy was dancing on your fingertips. “I try to avoid the impact of the building collapsing, but of course it doesn’t work. I passed out for a day and no one had found me. When I woke up I tried finding my brother and sister. I did, eventually. But the only remaining things I had of them was their torso and feet, everything else crushed and broken. And before I could react another bomb goes off,” the purple bubble dissipated and mimicked an explosion. 

                     “I didn’t know it was Stark at the time, but when I searched the rubble I saw another bomb. Smoke covered it so it wasn’t the perfect white, but it saw the first two letters and I knew it was him. My only family died at the hands of Tony Stark and the Avengers, again.” By the end of it your eyes still glowed purple. “I see, all of you are strong enough to take them out, extinguish them. Me and you,” he said motioning to Pietro. “We can hurt them. But you two, you two can break them.” 

 ~~~~~~~~~~~ Over the few days, Ultron had told you the plan. And the first stop was Wakanda. Ultron pulled the plug on all of the electricity and nodded to all of you that the plan was a go. You separated from the twins and took care of the people on the bottom level. You took out as many as you could before receiving a mental message from Wanda. She said that they have arrived. You grinned and sped up the stairs. 

                        You saw three of Earth’s mightiest heroes standing before you. “You don’t need to break anything,” hammer guy said. “Clearly you’ve never made an omelette,” 

        “He beat me by one second,” you heard Stark say to his comrade. “This is funny Mr. Stark,” Pietro started. “Just like old times, right?” You finished.

           “Do you two usually do that? Is that like a telepathic thing you do? Oh right, you technicall-” You snapped your fingers and a purple streak stormed towards him, “Has anyone ever told you you talk too much Mr. Stark?” 

         “All the time sweetie.” He sent a beam of light towards you, but you blocked it with your shield. “You can still walk away from this, I know you have suffered.” Spangles said, but was cut off with the Ultron laughing. “Captain America, do you really think you can live a life without any war?” “You believe in peace, why don’t you let us keep it.” Hammer boy said before Captain could reply. 

          “You are confusing peace with quiet. Now that we’ve talked enough, it’s time for me to explain my brilliant mastermind evil plan,” And with that the fighting started. You took care of the incoming soldiers and made sure to cover Wanda and Pietro of any incoming hits that couldn’t catch themselves. 

        “Why don’t you start watching after yourself,” you heard a voice behind you say. Before you could react you felt a sting on the back of your neck. “You worry about your friends too much.” She said going in for another strike, but you stopped her with your wrist. “Oh the little redhead is ready for a fight,” You said sending her back with a stream of force. “Yeah, but are you?” She said and pulled out two electric poles from her back. You ran behind her and kicked the back of her knee making her fall. You were about to chuckle, but she kicked your stomach and electrocuted your temples. You fell down onto the floor making the redhead leave you there. 

       Pietro noticed your inactivity during the fight and saw you lying in the ground motionless. “Y/N, get up. Wake up!” You slowly began to regain your vision and shook your head. “You good?” You nodded. “Just a bit shaken up I guess you could say,” 

         “Who was it? I’ll take care of them,” he said worried about you. “No I’ll take care of it, thanks Piet. Make sure Wanda is safe.” You ran off and continued sending punches to the Avengers. “It’s time for some mind games,” You heard Ultron say from a robot. 

           You and Wanda shared a look before finding the Avengers. You took care of Black Widow and Thor. You snuck up behind them, putting the worse fears inside their heads. You and Wanda only had one more target left, it was Robin Hood. You snuck up behind him and tried to manipulate him, but he struck your head with an arrow. Waves of electricity went through your head and you tried not to pass out. ‘Why electricity? It hurts too much,’ you thought before you collapsed. 

           Fortunately for Wanda she wasn’t hit my the arrow and she hit Clint with a hex bolt. “Pietro,” She yelled for him and tried waking you up. “Ye-shit.” He saw your weak figure and picked you up along with his sister to outside and vicinity. “Wait here, I’m going to kill him. I’ll be right back,” he was about to speed off again, but his sister stopped him. “We have to finish the plan first. I want to get the big one.” 

       You woke up in a jet with the twins and Ultron inside. And a bunch of vibranium. “The mission is done?” 

         “Not yet, we need to create another me. A stronger me, one that can beat the Avengers even when we are done. An immortal figure. We’re heading to Seoul right now. We’re landing in a few be prepared.” Ultron said steering the ship to Seoul. Pietro appeared back in front of you with a glass of water. “How are you feeling Princessa?”

           “Much better, my head stings only a little though. I am fine.” You said and thanked him for the water. “Hey Piet,” you said holding his hand. “You really want to kill the Avengers, right?” He nodded and gave you a confused look. “Don’t you?” You stayed silent and continued to sip you water. “Course, buddy.” 

            You soon arrived to Korea and was enabled across to the high class facility. “Dr. Helen lovely seeing you here,” Ultron said with a happy tone. “Touch the button and all your staff members die.” His tone switched and he grabbed the scepter. “I need your help with something, would you mind?” He said slowing closing the distance with the tip of it to her chest. 

            You and the twins arrived to the room where the cradle was and you studied the making body inside. “We can read him, he’s dreaming.” Wanda said intrigued with the non-existent figure inside the cradle. You slowly walked up to the cradle placing your hands on the glass and reading the man. You saw destruction, rule over people, and metal. You yelped at the sudden pain. You looked up in horror at Ultron who was now standing. 

            “You don’t want to just destroy the Avengers, you want to kill everything off.” You said terrified. “You’re just like Stark if you do that.” “I am not Stark!” He grabbed a stray object and threw it at you. Luckily Wanda was quick enough to stop it. “Now, now once we destroy the Avengers the world will be able to restore itself, the people will be able to regrow back to their old ways. They’ll have time to improve.” Ultron said trying to persuade you. “ And if they don’t?” Pietro said standing in front of you two. Wands tried comforting you, but this time the pain wouldn’t subside. She made the doctor snap out of her trance. 

      “The quinjet is coming,” Ultron looked at the doctor. “Not a problem,” she said stopping all transactions for the body. While he was distracted, Pietro took his sister and ran off while you followed after trying to not to bump into any things or people. You all caught your breath at a train stop. 

         “Let’s rest a minute, I’m too tired for this.” You said throwing yourself onto the seats. “Just to clarify we aren’t working for Ultron anymore right?” 

       “Are you that stupid?!”

       “Of course not Pietro!”

        “Ahhh, stop yelling okay I get it,” Pietro said raising his hands in defeat. “So loud.” You heard his words and sent a pulse of energy his way. “Ow, that stung,” he said holding his lower abdomen. 

      “Wanna go to the market? I heard Asian food is great!” You asked, the twins nodded and you sped off to the market. “Oh look they’re on the news,” you said pointing at the TV, while biting into an unknown fruit. “Hey what is this?” You tried asking the lady, but she just hit you and made you throw out the rest of the fruit. You saw the twin staring at each other while also looking at the TV screen. “Are we really going to help them? I am too tired for this pals,” the have you an annoyed look before dragging you off to the location of the train. 

      “I call Ultron then,” You said running ahead. “Wait! You can get hurt!” You heard Wanda scream, but you were already on the train. You saw Ultron beating the crap out of Captain America and you were quick go act. You hit him with the side of your shoulder, making sure to pack enough energy to at least knock him back. He was about to attack you, but the bars Wanda moved interrupted his movements. “Please don’t do this,” he pleaded desperately. “What choice do we have,” Wanda said glaring at the bot. Ultron sends a strip of beaming red heat, but you move quick enough to dodge it. You caught him trying to leave, but you went after him. 

        “Y/N! Stop!” You heard Wanda yell again, but ignored her. You saw the cradle being taken from one of the Avengers and you focused all got our energy on your hands. You slowly rose up and followed after Ultron with enough speed. A purple trail was left when you caught up to him. He turned around and kicked you with his metal foot, you lost balanced and he used that to his advantage. He grabbed your wrist as well and carried you off with the Russian Avenger. You woke up next to the Russian Avenger. 

         “Where are we?” You ask. “Sokovia, deep under Sokovia.” A lady replied. “Hey, redhead. I knew we would meet again. Say wanna take this off.” You said gesturing to the headband around your head. “I would but considering me hating you, I’m not going to.” “Fine then,” You muttered in Sokovian. “I heard that,” she said back. You rolled your eyes and continued watching Ultron build his weapon. You felt ashamed to be apart of making that. 

 ~~~~~~~~~ The twins stood by Captain America and Wanda tried getting a hold of you. “Anything?” The younger one shook her, and the brother sighed in frustration. “You can’t let Stark get that cradle, he’s going to try and finish what Ultron created. He’s going to create another monster, you must stop him.” Wanda warned the American soldier and he just nodded understanding the situation. “Come with me, we’re going to stop them.” The three arrived at the tower and as expected they were creating another man. The Avengers continued to banter with each other until Pietro finally pulled the plug. “No, no keep going.” He said in a mocking tone. He heard a bang and saw a bullet coming up. Wanda screamed for her brother, but was held back by Bruce. 

        One thing lead to another and Thor came crashing down, feeding the cradle with lighting energy. And there Ultron’s vision was born. He had explained he wasn’t a child of God and that the thoughts you have seen weren’t him, but Ultron. “I suggest we start moving, that is if you want Miss Y/N alive,” Vision said handing Thor his mighty hammer. The twins glanced at each other before deciding to fight with them for the sake of you. “Wait here little humans, your friends are here.“ Ultron flew up and left you two there. 

      “Prepare yourself,” you heard her mutter and she gave a strong kick to your head. You rubbed the sore spot before opening the door. You were greeted by a man with curly hair, holding some sort of weapon. You were confused before the redhead went up to hug him. They shared a few words and you watched as she pushed him off into the abyss. You were utterly surprised when suddenly a big, green man came out. You watched as she climbed onto his back. 

        “Are you coming?” You shook your head, “I got my own ride, thanks though.” You climbed the stairs and went outside. “Let’s try this again,” you said slowing focusing your energy on your hands and feet. Your felt your feet being lifted off the ground and you smiled. You continued to make sure the energy kept coming off and you flew to the edge of the city. You saw everyone evacuating and decided to help before finding the twins. You helped people pack their things with your super speed and implanted the idea of leaving into their heads. You continued doing this and soon you cleared about two blocks of people. You were resting and catching your breath, but you felt the ground begin to shake. You were knocked off your feet when the ground began shaking even more. 

        You ran to the closest edge and saw that the city was……flying? Yeah, the city was flying. “What in the world?” You said confused. Your thoughts were cut off with a few cars falling off the ledge that used to be the bridge. You ran over the fastest you could and tried to catch as many people and children as possible. You missed a lady’s hand by a centimeter, but lucky for you Captain caught her. “Thanks Cap,” You said before shooting a hex ball at one of the robots. “I had a feeling you’d show, here take this.” He said handing you a small button thing with wires on one end. “In your ear, soldier. You can communicate with the team with it.” He explained chuckling a bit. “Duck,” You ducked and put the ear piece in. 

     “Thanks again, see you on the field.” You said dashing off. “Hello?” You said sorta feeling stupid for talking at nothing. “

      Y/N, are you alright?” You heard Pietro ask. “Did he hurt you at all?” Wanda asked right after. “I’m fine, thanks for asking,” You said punching a bot in the face. “Stay close to one of us don’t stray too far,“ you scoffed at Wanda protectiveness. 

        “Yeah mom,” 

         “I’m serious. This is an army of robo-” 

         “Let me put you on hold,” you said before taking out at least more than a dozen of the robots. “You were saying, sister?” You said and the smug smirk couldn’t be wiped off your face. “Holy shit, remind me do not mess with her, these robots are shredded,” you heard Stark say. “That’s right Mr. Stark, but right now you aren’t on the list of my favorite people right now.” You said punching a bot. 

         “Right now Y/L/N, the only thing to be focused on is the mission. I give you permission to rip him to shreds after the fight,” you heard Captain say after a few grunts. “You children, you humans are so foolish. You think that because you have stopped some of me, you can stop Sokovia from falling,“ You crumbled the metal head, but another one came up and began talking. “In the end, nothing else in the world will be existing except for metal.” You had enough of the annoying words and shredded the body. This time not another one followed. 

              “Y/N I need some help on the bridge, there’s too many bots.” You heard Captain say over the comms. “No! She needs to be closed to me, it’s unsafe for her to be out there alone. She’s pretty clumsy,” Wanda said. “Shut up! Y/N’s obviously gonna come to me, she doesn’t want to waste time on slowpokes like you, isn’t that right Princessa?” You laugh before telling them you’re going to help Captain. 

         “I think old man needs more help than any of you,” you say before rushing off. Once in a while you hear Pietro running past you and you hold in your chuckle because you knew he was only around to make sure you didn’t trip or some shit. You and Captain became super close when fighting even though you were literally a purple blur to him. You share a few thanks because you saved each other’s lives more than once. You were actually saving a lot of people with your powers. 

        “Hey why are you screaming? I’m not going to kill you or am I?” You joked a lot with the terrified civilians(you pretended to drop them once and a while*Steve doesn’t approve) You were pretty sure you scarred all of them for life. “Uhh Y/N mind helping me,” You saved the girl in the red car also helped Steve get back on his feet. You use your super speed a lot making you tired pretty quickly, but you didn’t stop. The main priority was making sure Cap didn’t die and no civilians weren’t injured. “Okay, were clear here,” Cap said to the team. “We’re coming to you,” you heard Clint say, in the background you heard Pietro telling the “old man to keep up.”

          “I got ya Barton don’t worry,” You said rushing over and picking him up bridal style. You almost tripped because he was pretty damn heavy. “Mr. Barton I suggest a diet plan sooner or later,” You joked before he flicked your forehead. You stood by the edge admiring the view before a giant ship cane towards you. “What the fuck?” You heard everyone laugh in the comms at your surprise. 

          “Everyone get the civilians on the boats, your know the drill.” You and Pietro used your super speed and got as many people on the boat before Stark called everyone to the center. The three of you made sure all of you were fine and not hurt. You gave both of them a hug before Ultron’s voice ruined your moment. “Is that the best you could do!” The demi god challenged. 

           “Idiot,” You said face palming. About a hundred more robots came out of no where and joined his side. “You just had to ask.” You started kept your feet moving waiting for the signal. “Everyone take care of the core, protect it.” You sped through the bots and even helped Wanda with demolishing the remaining bots. You obviously favored the whole speed thing because it didn’t take that much energy to run for you. The whole brain manipulation thing was too much for you sometimes. 

             “Okay everyone get on the boats, for now Ultron has been defeated get on the boats before it’s too late!” Captain said. “And the core?” “I can protect it,” Wanda said. “It’s my job.” She glanced at Clint and he gave a proud smile. 

             All the Avengers eventually dispersed and went to find themselves a boat. “I’m not going to leave you here,” Pietro argued. “I can handle myself. You and Y/N both need to focus on getting everyone on a boat come for me after that is done and not before. You understand?” Pietro turned around with a smirk. 

           “You know, I’m 12 minutes older than you?” 

            “Yeah, and I’m 2 years older. Stay safe sister, Pietro let’s go.” You said your goodbyes and turned to Pietro. “You wanna carry me or shall I run myself?” He turned to look at you. “I’m gonna carry you of course,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and he ran to the boats. You trusted Wanda enough to protect the core, until everyone was safe that is. You were softly let down and you continued running to civilians getting them on boats. You and Clint hear a lady going about her son being in the market. “You can get it old man, I’m too tired.” He silently cursed at you, but went ahead anyway. 

        You watched as he helped the injured boy out of the rubble. Your head snapped up when you heard the sound of the quinjet firing off round after round. Everything was slow motion almost, like time was on your side. You saw everything, you saw Clint protect the child, you saw Pietro about to move in front of him, and you felt your fingers move to protect them. You protected them, you created a force field, and stopped the shots from hitting them. You saw Pietro’s head snap to your direction and he was about to smile, but you suddenly fell.

       This pain is new. it’s too strong for you to handle, it felt like someone decided to slash your head in half slowly.  You fell face first onto the metal floor with blood tripping out of your eyes, mouth, and nose. You pushed past your power’s limits. You don’t know why you were suddenly weak. Maybe on how many shots the force field took, or maybe how mentally tired you already were from stressing about the fight. You couldn’t remember much, except for Pietro rushing to you while screaming your name. 

       But Wanda could feel it. She felt the pain that you experienced. She screamed out in pain and agony. The power she held in was all released destroying all nearby robots. The pain didn’t stop, it kept going like a scratched record being played over and over. She turned around and saw the tin man lying in the train rubble. Her eyes glowed blood red and she walked over to him, abandoning her post. 

          “If you stay here Wanda, you’ll die.” He said breathless. “I already did, you killed my only sister. Do you know what it felt like?“ She controlled her angry and made it into her energy. She ripped out his heart and held it in her hands. “It felt like that,” she said before dropping it. 

            Pietro lied next to your body, your head in his lap. He heard footsteps approach him and saw it was his sister. The two let the sadness consume them. Your body wasn’t all that physically hurt, but the mental mayhem you went through was enough. The twins cried in each other’s arms feeling a piece of their heart break off. They held your hand and tried not to look at you. 

             “What do we do now?” Pietro asked his voice hoarse and tired. “Now? We fight. We become Avengers and stop anyone that wants to hurt people, we fight to protect now. It’s what she would’ve done.” Wanda said patting your head, her tear drops falling onto your pale face.. “You’re right, she would’ve wanted that.” Pietro said staring at your still figure. Clint watched the two have their exchanges.

           “Can you save her Tony?” he said to the many seated next to him.

           “I mean reviving a body that already brain dead? I don’t think it can be possible.“ Tony said feeling bad for the twins. “Oh well, you at least need to try, those two are hopeless without her. Just give it a shot, alright?” 

Tony nodded his head. He will at least try. After all you were only just kid.

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Villain (FrostIron Prompt Fill)

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“Stark." Loki landed on the ground and stomped towards Tony. "Call your team off, or I will be forced to hurt them."

"Will you?" Tony shot back, and raised his arm to aim the repulsor right at the Trickster God. "Because every time we do this sort of thing, you end up retreating."

Loki narrowed his eyes and stalked even closer and Tony smirked. In his suit he was the same height as the overly tall bastard, and he completely enjoyed not having to look up to talk down to him. He even opened his face plate so Loki could absolutely see the smug look on his face.

"So maybe--" he continued with a short laugh. "--you should take all that bluster and bullshit you carry around with you, and that ridiculous cape and maybe just--WHOA!"

Tony ducked and scrambled back a few steps when Loki summoned his magic and shot a bolt of energy at him.

"God it's so rude to interrupt me when I'm monologuing!" Tony snapped and fired a few shots off, hating how much he enjoyed the effortless way Loki seemed to dodge them.

They fought hard for a few minutes, trading blasts and snarky one liners, until Tony popped a repulsor that should have blown a hole in the Demi gods chest, but instead Loki just wrinkled his nose and disappeared--

--- and reappeared right in Tony's space, so close that Tony stumbled back into a wall, and Loki pressed close to him, a curious look on his face.

"You are adorable when you are cocky." That low voice was suddenly entirely too close to Tony's ear, and Tony had to swallow back his initial reaction (which was definitely not a moan. It wasn't) and had to lick his lips, which only drew that green gaze down. “I much prefer your brand of courage to the rest of these quivering mortals.”

“Tell me, Anthony.” Tony's full name rolled of Loki's tongue sounding entirely too good. “When you take this suit off--” Loki glanced down. “Do you prefer to wear silk or--”

“Tony!” The shout distracted Loki, who turned just in time to see Captain's shield flying toward him.

Tony's face mask slammed down and he was blasting away in a split second, and Loki barely managed to dodge the shield, sending a fierce glare at the Captain before shimmering away into nothing.

Tony flew off towards the tower, unsure of why his heart was pounding a little too hard, and why he couldn't quite wipe the smile from his face.

******************** It happened again, some time later. Another battle, another army of minions, Loki at the forefront with his magic and that stupid cape.

And maybe it was Tony's imagination but Loki seemed to be seeking him out, keeping him dodging blasts from whatever magically charged weapon Loki had this time. But Loki couldn't actually hit Tony at all, and about halfway through the fight Tony realized Loki was missing on purpose.

“What's your deal, Reindeer Games?” Tony flew in low and shouted at him, and Loki laughed out loud, looking entirely too pleased to see him.

“Perhaps you should consider yourself lucky I have not put you in the ground, Anthony Stark.”

Dammit, there it was again, his name said like that and Tony had to fight the shiver.

“Keep saying my name like that and I'll expect a date!” He called, and then there was a burst of light, a sharp pull and he landed ass first in the ground, his suit jarred enough to be temporarily offline.

“What in the actual fu--”

Loki had grabbed him with what looked like a lasso? made of light, and had yanked him right from the sky and into the dirt.

Tony opened his mask with a huff, but Loki was already leaning over him, a smile curving his lips.

“And on this date, would you prefer whiskey or scotch?”

Tony stared up into green eyes and managed to stutter, “Sc-scotch.”

“Hmm.” Loki hummed and looked down at his mouth, and then was gone, rematerializing halfway across the field, leaving Tony feeling like he'd been propositioned and sort of....liking it.

********************** A few days later, an ornately decorated box arrived at Tony's office, and inside lay an equally ornate bottle of scotch with some impossible date on it, and several symbols he couldn't read.

The note simply read

Anthony, I expect a date soon.

Tony crumpled the note in his pocket and coughed hard to explain the sudden blush, and put the bottle away under his bed.

************************* Steve stormed into the common area several weeks later, already suited up, shield ready.

“Loki is at it again. Doing something upstate. Tony, suit up and let's go. Nat and Clint are already on the jet.”

“I'll just fly.” Tony offered and was in his suit and out the window before Steve had even made it back out to the jet.

He found Loki high upstate, sitting serenely in a meadow in a meditative pose.

“Are you kidding me?” Tony landed with a thunk. “You're hanging out in the flowers? Where's your army? I haven't destroyed any weird alien minions in a while.”

“Hello, Anthony.”

“God, I thought you were gonna call me Clarice.” Tony retorted, but there wasn't any real heat behind it, and by the way Loki smiled… he knew.

“It's considered customary when one sends you a gift to either send one in return or at the very least, contact the suitor as to whether or not the gift was appreciated.” Loki said, sounding a bit peeved. “Was the scotch not to your liking?”

“It's great.” Tony admitted, and opened the suit entirely so he could step out of it. “I just don't understand why you are sending me scotch.”

“Because you like it.” Loki lifted to his feet in one smooth motion. “Have you never had someone buy your presents simply to see you smile?”

Tony squinted at him. “But you know… you're a bad guy. I'm a good guy. You should be trying to steal my mind or my soul or something, not giving me expensive gifts.”

“Oh.” That little smile again. “I am a god, Anthony. It is not for mortals to say if I am wicked or not. And I will give gifts as I see fit. And I would never try to steal that fascinating mind of yours, or that pure soul that you try to pretend is so damaged.” He stepped closer and held out a slender hand invitingly. “I would perhaps, have your heart, if you were so willing.”

“Oh my god.” Tony laughed a little. “Oh my god you like me.”

“Indeed.” Loki's eyes sparked with something darker than just mischief. “I find myself drawn to you, as you are no doubt drawn to me.”

“I am definitely not drawn to---” Tony sucked in a quick breath when Loki shimmered out of focus, and then back in with his mouth only an inch from his own. “Oh.”

“Aren't you, though?” Loki's voice dropped into something else entirely, something soft and--and yearning. “Aren't you drawn to me, Anthony?”

“Um-I mean--” this close, the four or five inch height difference between them was very noticeable and Tony was surprised to realize he didn't care half as much as he thought he would. “Yeah. I'm definitely um--”

“Kiss me.” Loki whispered then and Tony had closed the distance between them before he even realized he was moving, sliding their lips together and shivering a little because Loki's lips were shockingly cold, even though they warmed against his own within a few seconds.

“Again.” Loki murmured when they broke apart, and this time he moved forward first, covering Tony's mouth in a slow easy kiss, letting his tongue press and tease at the seam of Tony's lips until he opened with a little gasp.

Tony was about half a second from standing on his toes (height issue be damned) and dragging Loki in for a better kiss when the noise of the Avengers Jet tore through the air, and a split second later an arrow embedded itself in Loki's arm, throwing him several feet away.

Steve and Clint and Tasha came running out of the jet and Tony stepped back into his suit as fast as he could so they wouldn't see his face.

Loki grimaced, ripping the arrow from his bicep and stared at Tony, trying to see his eyes through the mask.

“Such a shame when first dates don't end happily, isn't it?”

And then he was gone, and the team all whipped around and stared with open mouths at Tony, who had never been so glad to be hiding in the suit in all his life.

******************** Steve sure was mad.

“You are never to spend time with that maniac alone again.” He smacked his shield on the table and Tony winced when the beautiful (expensive) thing cracked.

“I feel like you're over reacting.” Tony said, shrugging his shoulders.

“No. He absolutely is not.” Clint cut in, arms folded over his chest. “The last time Loki was that close to me, he got ahold of my brain and left me screwed up for ages. Stark, what the hell are you thinking?”

“You guys.” Tony rubbed his eyes behind his sunglasses. “He was sitting in a field of flowers. Maybe he was just enjoying the natural beauty of upstate New York.”

“Oh my-- check his eyes. See if Lokis gotten to him.” Steve snapped. “This is insane. You spent time alone with him and now don't want to tell us why? What is going on? You should hate him, Tony. Last time he saw you, he tossed you out the window, or have you forgotten?”

“No, Cap, I haven't forgotten.” Tony said crossly. “But I just think--”

“He likes him.” Natasha announced, and they all turned to look at her. “Loki likes Tony, that's why he didn't hurt him. And we all have seen how in every fight now Loki always engages but never hurts him. He likes him.”

“Utterly ridiculous.” Tony crossed his arms and sat back with a huff.

“Oh my god.” Natasha actually laughed now. “You like him back!”

“Settle down, we aren't children. No one likes anyone.” Steve interrupted. “If Loki has some weird obsession with Tony, we need to keep them separated, obviously. Tony from now on, you are not to engage him in fights without one of there with you at all times.”

“Sure thing, grandpa.” Tony was sort of sorry that his spectacular eye roll was hidden behind his glasses. “Whatever you say.”

***************** Well it was basically the most annoying thing ever having a member of the team shadow him non stop.

Especially because that member of the team was Steve.

The guy was just everywhere. For 200 plus pounds of blond and star spangled he sure was quick on his feet, and every fight they engaged in, from skirmishes to the rather impressive incident in England, Cap was right next to Tony every step of the way.

Three times in the past few months, Loki had been involved in the fight, and for the first two times, every time Loki had even looked at Tony, Cap was diving in and shaking his attention and pushing Tony away.

The third fight, Loki was watching Tony as he fought, the suit diving and flitting around, with Cap right with him, and Tony really couldn't be sure what exactly happened, but suddenly a building was falling on Steve, and that annoying (awesome) rope light thing had yanked his suit to the ground and behind a crumbling wall and masked by the heavy dust and sounds of fighting, Loki had grabbed him and kissed him senseless.

Tony had barely remembered to open his face plate, or maybe Loki had magicked it open, but either way-- one minute he was yelling because a whole building was collapsing on Steve, and the next Loki was thoroughly, messily kissing him, and Tony was wishing he wasn't actually in his suit because he definitely liked being shorter than Loki and really wanted to feel that lean body moving against his own.

And then Loki was gone and Cap was shoving out from under hundreds of pounds of rubble looking pissed but unhurt, so Tony closed his mask and jumped right back into the fray, a big stupid smile on his face because he could see Loki across the way with an equally stupid smile in his face.

Best thing was, this wasn't even the weirdest date Tony had ever been on.

********************** It wasn't long after that fight and subsequent kiss, that Tony found himself walking into what used to be his office but now resembled the overstock room at a flower shop.

Every flower he could name, plus several he couldn't, were piled on his desk and chairs and all over the floor and Tony could do was blush and read the card attached to an astonishingly large bouquet of roses.

Anthony, I grow weary of being watched when we have our moments. So tempting, to simply spirit you away to my chambers where we might talk and laugh and learn each other's bodies. To hear the way you pant and moan, the way your fingers would feel leaving scratches down my back. I would let you draw blood, my intriguing man of iron, if only to assure myself you are indeed present and not simply my imagination driving me mad as I lie alone in my sheets. I would beg, tell me you ache for me as I ache for you, and I will move the heavens to be by your side.

“Jesus Christ.” Tony muttered and fanned himself. “These Asgardians don't mess around do they?”

“What's on the card, Tony?” Steve's voice came from somewhere in the general direction of a huge amount of lilies in varying colors.

“Oh. Nothing.” Tony folded it up and shoved it in his back pocket. “Ladies down at the flower shop appreciate me. I've sent enough flowers to ex girlfriends to put her daughter through college.”

“I absolutely don't believe that.” Steve scoffed and Tony shrugged.

“I absolutely don't care.”

************************* Later that night, very much later, really it was pushing early the next morning, Tony made it up to his room, stumbling through the door and towards his bed-- --and stopped mid step to just stare.

“I-- obviously drank too much at dinner.” He stuttered and Loki-- from his position stretched out completely nude on Tony's bed--simply smiled.

“Are you--” Tony looked back at his door to make sure it was closed. “You're actually here?”

“My own bed is so lonely.” Loki shrugged lazily and rolled over on his back, one long leg bent, the other stretched out invitingly. “I thought perhaps I have wooed you enough to be welcomed into your bed.” He arched an eyebrow in question, and Tony was already nodding, already yanking his shirt off and unbuttoning his pants.

“Yeah. Definitely. What is this, by the way?” Tony kicked his shoes off. “What are we even doing with this? I mean are we--”

“Do we need to have an explanation for attraction?” That low voice went even deeper as Tony stripped, Loki's eyes tracing over him in interest, over the scars left from the arc reactor, over his trim body and down to follow the trail of dark hair that ended below his waist.

“No, but it seems--” Tony stopped talking when Loki ran a hand down his chest, down lean hips and then even further, gripping himself and stroking firmly, his hard length looking like something Tony needed in his mouth.

“You're staring, Anthony.” Loki teased softly and Tony jumped, his jaw snapping shut.

“You are entirely too distracting from this distance.” Tony muttered and Loki held out one of those graceful, slender hands and beckoned to him.

“Come closer then.”

Tony was climbing the bed, pushing Loki's long legs apart and settling against him, eager to kiss him, to taste him and Loki simply moaned and lay further back into the pillows, arching his back and wrapping those long limbs around Tony to keep him as close as possible.

And sometime later when Tony reached down between his legs to get Loki ready, his eyes opened wide because Loki was already relaxed and open and wet and Loki chuckled into his mouth.

“There are magical benefits to being with me, my love.”

And even later, after Tony had finished and Loki was still trying to come down, still gasping and moaning in an absolutely filthy way, clenching tight to keep Tony from slipping out of his body, Tony leaned close and whispered, “There's magical benefits to being with me, baby.”

And Loki rolled them over impossibly fast, drawing on his magic and running his fingers down Tony's body until Tony yelled because he was suddenly ready again, still buried deep inside Loki's perfect body, and then Loki started riding him, all pale skin and dark hair and gorgeous green eyes, and Tony couldn't remember why he ever thought this was a bad idea.

********************* The next morning they were lazy together, holding hands and kissing and when they finally made it downstairs, each wrapped in ridiculous embroidered silk robes that Loki had summoned from… well nowhere really, the rest of the team was sitting in the kitchen looking mortified, and horrified, and shocked and just…

Tony laughed and stood on his toes to press a long kiss to Loki's lips.

“Tony.” Steve couldn't even look at them. “Are you kidding me?”

“Calm yourself, Captain.” Loki said smoothly. “You couldn't very well watch Anthony every second could you? I was bound to end up in his bedroom eventually.”

Tony flushed a little but dropped his hand down to squeeze at Loki's ass, grinning when a flush rose in those pale cheeks.

“It was bound to happen eventually.” He repeated.

“Inevitable, really.” Loki slipped his arms around Tony's waist. “After I spent so much time wooing him.”

“Ugh.” Clint rolled his eyes. “Go away.”

“As you wish, Archer.” Loki smiled, and snapped his fingers, and sent them right back to Tony's bed.

“Villain.” Tony mumbled and Loki laughed and kissed him.

“I think the wicked way you use your tongue make you more of a villain than I.”

“Oh?” Tony wiggles his eyebrows. “Shall we test that theory?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Loki purred and slipped out of his robe. “Absolutely.”

*********************

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[HERE IS THE BORING PART WHERE WE TELL YOU HOW IT ALL HAPPENED AND THANK EVERYONE AND STUFF]

We started this project quite a long time ago, around the beginning of the year 2000 with me, Sibot, and Felix Laband before the whole max normal thing got started, but then i had to fight with Roach and Fletcher (which was kind of like my fault) and i said i didn’t want to speak to them again. Then I got bored with the max normal project because it didn’t accomodate my need to make new songs all the time, plus i had just met Markus Wormstorm who is the only person who makes music as fast as me. Then I phoned Fletcher and said sorry for being a dick and he said it’s ok, then i asked him if he still wanted to work with me and he said ...mmm, ok... so we started recording again (i had said sorry to Felix a little while before that.) Me and Si were a little scared to leave our comfort zone, but we were both really happy to be living in Cape Town and working on a skill-oriented album, so we didn’t really mind being poor for a year and starting from scratch again. Me and Markus went into Tim Parrs studio and finished recording all the vocals in three days because of our incredible pre-production ability. Then Markus deleted the whole album on the last day by mistake... well, he said he did it on purpose because he thought I could do better, but nobody really believed him. So we re-recorded the album but then we went into this whole lengthy, unexpected process (capetown is wierd like that) which involved meeting a whole bunch of new artists who shared similar visions to us, working harder than any of us have worked in our whole lives, and kind of like stepping back and letting go a bit as this constructus thing started growing into its own creature. Anica the Snufling came to join us on vocals as well as Rick Flare, Darrel, Michelle, Johnny Stokes, Mr Rockadopolis, and Shabang. Then i met a truly strange character called Nikhil Singh who moved in with me and drew the beautiful comic which follows this. Nik also played the guitar on ‘hot-water’ as well as with my head which was in need of a little tampering at the time. Risk hit us with the idea for our constructus icon (the robot throwing up the ball)... Jan taught me these cool excercizes you can do on a jungle-gym, Devin helped me invent the BLOOD-NOSE PUSSY-BOY story (and might even help me out with it more, if i’m lucky)... Berlin East stole my underpants and wore them ontop of his pants to this one party, Si got a final scratch which he is very happy with, and we all started working on our live show because we didn’t rehearse properly for our first shows and our performances were pretty kak... but we’ve been working real hard and we like really, really good now. I also made this other song which I love more than anything with my friend Dan Roberts called ‘Scum Deluxe’ which is actually a present for my other friend Lux Janssen, but some of the lads from our camp were a little nervous of putting a country song on the album so i’m going to put it out with Alien on Chameleon Records (on ‘MY FAVORITE SONGS AT THE MOMENT’ project). Also we couldn’t fit the entire saga on one cd so we decided to put them on our web-sight so that people can download them for free and make their own double cd. You can also download our wonderful little motivational movie called: HOW TO BECOME A BETTER PERSON THE MUSICAL for free off our site plus a whole lot of other nifty this’ and thats’. Inca has been building a visual library of our constructus imagery that she edits live behind us when we perform so that the show expands into an entirely infinite virtual realm. Also all the music videos and movies we making are intricately laced to the plot so that, in about a year or so from now, you’ll be able to watch them all together like one of those cool, old-fashioned musicals. If anyone asks you what kind of music we make you must say that it’s called BOOM BAM, cos it’s new and we don’t really like hip-hop anymore cos it’s dumb. We feel that the spirit the art movement we represent needs a name that represents it properly, so there you have it: BOOM BAM. If anyone asks you what BOOM BAM is you can say that it’s computer game music. BOOM BAM artists (or programmers) create their own original alternate reality’s complete with their own characters and sound-tracks. The programmers assume a more background role while their characters become the celebrities. Daniel Levi introduced me to Random Boy and Kidtronic a long time ago (as well as inventing Kidtronic’s handwriting and being a huge inspiration to this whole project.) He’s going to be doing a whole lot of stuff with us which i’m really happy about cos Daniel is really clever and is also one of the illest directors alive on Earth as well as one of my favorite people ever. Magdeline and Timon played violin on the track he’s going to be making a video for soon called V. Marc Lottering has been looking after me the whole year, being my friend and also making sure i’m not hungry... dankie dankie dankie maneer, you have been the shark-net in my paddling pool... ...the fuel in my flame-thrower, the mushy stuff in my tinkie. William Shatner also helped me out beautifully using her advanced therapeutic techniques and so i’d like to say thankyou honey, you the shit xxx. African Dope Records are the coolest label i could have ever possibly dreamed to work with, plus they pretend not to notice when i steal fruit and veggies from their entrance hall. Roach is my daddy, i love him more than he knows. Heather looks after us so so nicely and Ian says wierd, clever stuff the whole time that i sometimes don’t always understand right away, which i dig. Also we thank Bell Roberts for recognizing what we doing and backing our shit... Maude, Johan, Cedwax and Benwar for looking after us so nicely in France and sparking our little international expansion... and Fletcher, Inca and Si thanks for the best time in the world ever. Maria, thankyou for being such a darling and for activating Metatron One. Also to my man Fungus the mutated lung for taking me out, giving birth to Johnny Stokes and for being so fuckin ill and Ginny Grindith for being so fuck you (the space between words is very beautiful man) Anwar, Jo#an, Turbeou Jones, the lovely lady Rosalux and everyone else who worked on HOW TO BECOME A BETTER PERSON - episode one... thankyou so much, we got lots of stuff to do now ...Jill for being written in our future Kriek for your entirely harmonic vibrational frequency. Brendan and Stephan from Session magazine for keeping this whole independent thing strong... and Clint, you can use any of my music for anything, whenever... you the motherfuckin man homie. Godessa and Squatter Comp for bringing it like you do. Anica says I have to say thankyou to her three times, so thankyou Anica for gracing us with your existence... all hail the voodoo-boogie shake-down queen.. thankyou so much for being such a brat, and thankyou for buying me this notepad i’m writing all this stuff in <3 ...Duncan, hello... thanks for making sure we always have vegetarian food on the planes, and for organizing our shit and for being able to handle me, here we go sir. Also we would like to thank The Venerable Emperor Of The Known Universe for establishing our communicative link with The Jellyfish. And to Si and Dunc’s mom and dad for being so nice to us and believing in us. And Markus and Anri’s parents, Rosa, Piet, Ben and Elna for raising their kids so well. And to Andrew and Goody for telling us we so ill. Mama, Boo, Dyl, and the Debsta, love you, love you, love you, love you for ever and ever and ever and ever, amen. And to other Andrew who won’t let me start an informative lifestyle magazine with his face on the cover called Andrew... punk, thanks for breathing life into our jellyfish. And Mark and Sean for all the good times and for all the music we made together and to Al my pal for turbo-charging my career... i’m glad we friends again. Ay rob, sick mix of ‘Body-snatchers’ (comming out soon) ta mister. Also Felix Laband, Sibot, and Markus Wormstorm are my favorite artists in the whole world, and Anica is my favorite vocalist ever and i know them. The Lensta’s not so bad himself but if he dyes my poodle pink one more time i’m going to tell his mom about the incedent with the old blind guy. Yo petru, thanks for being so cool... Yo Si, thanks for lending me that g and for having my back. Alien, you better quit with the late night pervert calls. My friend Bernie gave me the idea for The Ambrosial Hours. Markus Wormstorm let me stay at his house for the last month of this project which was very nice of him. He also engineered and mixed most of this album (even the songs he didn’t make, much to his dissaproval) so he’s gonna get a real nice birthday present from me for his 21st in december. (sorry, i have to interrupt myself here, i just finished the nicest song ever with Len called Touch The Sky... Cher says we excellent...) Anyway, Fletcher’s been the illest, most intuitive cat to work with. He did a whole lot of gorgeous soundscaping on this album, as well as final mixing and mastering. Sibot is Jimmy Hendrix on the decks... he has advanced beyond all competition as usual. Inca is often the invisible pulse that holds this whole sucker together and has been an absolute sweetheart through and through in everything she does. She has also rented her flat out to me for a very reasonable price. Oh ja, also... we did 90% of this album in our bedrooms and we could have done it all in our bedrooms but Tim’s got such nice, old analogue equipment to do vocal stuff and final touches through, plus he’s the nicest person in the world, so we couldn’t help but work with him. We also want to point out the fact that there has been no corporate assistance whatsoever on this project and that anyone can do this with low-fi pc equipment, some pirate software and a little love. Obviously we now going to go through some corporate channels to hit as many humans as possible, but we have complete creative control and they do what we say. We would like everyone who is interested in creating art for a living to follow our example. There is no excuse for not being able to make it because of the system and everything. The system is eating it’s own tail... we just helping to stuff it further down it’s throat, while dancing around jubilously with it’s entrails around our necks (Markus made me put that last bit in.) Love is entirely unpalatable to these parasites that govern this realm and they feed off your fear, so please would everybody be so kind as to remove their food supply and act like you know so we can exterminate these poor lost fucks.

metatron one_out.

(p.s. i got the name Snufflegruff and the Bazooka-Nuker concept from Alan Moore’s D.R. and Quinch, who Random Boy is kind of obsessed with and i read the Magic Ear story in this children’s book while walking through a shopping mall one day... my version is just an adoption. Markus Wormstorm wrote most parts of this story which involve Kidtronic, which he says are the most important parts in the whole saga. Also Julia Clark is the loveliest girl ever. we got big stuff comming. My little brother Lee told me ‘the two giraffes in a bar joke’ and Markus made up ‘the Boys 2 Men thing’ that happened while Kidtronic was interacting with an old-fashioned, alternate reality. But other than that me, Sibot, Markus and Anica invented this whole thing all on our own and we are very proud of ourselves because of it.)

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Helmet Heist Master (TonyxReader)

And, because I’m amazing(or at least decent), here’s my FIRST EVER ONE-SHOT

“Tony, why are we here? I want to be in my bed.”

“NOBODY LEAVES UNTIL WE SOLVE THE CASE.”

Currently, most of the Avengers were gathered in the living room, all invited by Tony. You, Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Vision, Banner, Clint, Steve, Bucky, and Thor. Sam was lucky enough to be out right now.

Natasha sighs. “What case, metal head?”

Tony stands to face the rest of you. He surveys the room before saying, “someone in this room STOLE my Iron Man helmet, and I would like to know who!”

Was he serious? “Tony,” you say. “Why would any of us steal your metal clunker?”

“THE REAL QUESTION, Y/N, IS WHY WOULDN’T YOU?”

“Because nobody cares enough to take it?”

You hear Steve chuckle beside you. “She’s right, you know.” Wanda and Vision nod in agreement. Tony paces the room, giving each of you dead stares.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., lock all exits,” Tony says as he locks eyes with Pietro. “Nobody leaves until the case is solved. Not even you, Banner. You’re a suspect, too.”

“I just want to be in the lab.”

You walk over to your boyfriend. “Babe, you’re being ridiculous. Nobody here took your helmet!”

“LISTEN TO YOUR GIRLFRIEND, PLEASE!”, you hear Clint shout.

Tony grabs your hand. “Babe, someone DID take my helmet, and I’m sorry, but you’re a suspect, too!”

You hear the room gasp. “OOOO, HE JUST MADE HIS GIRL A SUSPECT!”

“YOU SLEEPIN’ ON THE COUCH, SON!”

“YOU HAVE BLAMED LADY Y/N.”

You let go of his hand and sit back on the couch, throwing your legs over Bucky’s lap. He was your best friend, so you were allowed to do that. “Okay, then,” you start with a slight smirk on your face, unusually keeping your cool. “Who are you accusing first?”

“THOR.”

You and Bucky have to keep yourselves from laughing as Tony keeps ranting.

“You’ve been eyeballing my helmet for a while now. Just last week, you were seen trying it on! WHY WOULD YOU TRY IT ON IF YOU WEREN’T GOING TO TAKE IT?”

Before Thor could speak, all of the lights shut off at once. When they came back on, Thor was gone!

Everyone gasped and stood up quickly. “WHERE DID THOR GO?!?!”, Wanda exclaimed.

“So it WAS him!”, Tony shouted.

“How could it be him when the person who stole it had to have disabled the cameras? Thor doesn’t even know how to properly work a laptop,” Clint says.

“So why did he vanish?”, Steve asks.

“Maybe CLINT made him vanish so he wouldn’t cover for him! He knows how to disable cameras! He had the perfect opportunity to nab the helmet when I walked out of the lab to get lunch and he walked in!”, Tony says accusingly.

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Clint mutters.

“Give it up, Legolas! You stole the helmet and didn’t want us to blame Thor!”

Before Clint could say a word, the lights went off again. When they came back on, Clint was gone!

“AGAIN?!?!”, you shout.

“What the hell?”, Steve and Bucky say at the same time.

“Whoever stole the helmet is making people vanish,” Tony says quietly. “IT’S ONE OF YOU PEOPLE.”

Everyone starts arguing. It’s not until you hear “MAYBE IT WAS WANDA” that something happens. The lights go off, and when they come back on, Wanda is gone!

“WANDA,” Pietro shouts.

You can tell this is getting out of hand. “Tony, members of our team are disappearing. What the hell is going on?”

Tony doesn’t hear what you said. “Who is strong enough and fast enough to make these people vanish?”

“Maybe it’s the SUPER SOLDIERS working with PIETRO,” Natasha accuses. And with that, the lights go off. When they come back on, Steve, Bucky, and Pietro are gone. As of now, the only lasting people are you, Tony, Natasha, Vision, and Banner.

“The exits are locked. How on earth are these people vanishing?”, Vision questions.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., open all exits,” Tony commands.

“Exits are locked, override initiated,” F.R.I.D.A.Y., responds.

“By who?”, Tony asks.

“The Helmet Heist Master,” she responds.

Tony throws up his hands. “THAT’S NOT EVEN A CLEVER NAME.”

You put a hand on his shoulder. “We need to find out what’s happening, Ton.”

“Agreed,” Vision adds. “It seems as if whoever we accuse is the one who vanishes.”

“So one of us is the Helmet Heist Master?”, Banner asks.

“Apparently so,” Natasha answers. “Even Tony is a suspect.”

The five of you stare each other down, not trusting anyone. Soon, the lights suddenly go off again, but this time, they stay off. A warped voice comes on the speakers.

“BEWARE, FOR THE HELMET HEIST MASTER IS HERE, AND THEY ARE READY FOR THEIR NEXT VICTIM. TRY NOT TO GET NABBED. GOOD LUCK.”

The five of you start to panic. “WHOEVER THE HEIST MASTER IS, DON’T COME NEAR ME,” you hear Banner shout.

“I WILL DROP KICK YOU IF YOU TRY ANYTHING,” Natasha shouts next.

“I am, how you say, out,” Vision says as he phases through a wall and leaves.

“WE JUST LOST OUR MAIN DEFENSE,” Tony exclaims.

“OYE QUE PASO,” Natasha exclaims, referencing In The Heights.

“BLACKOUT BLACKOUT,” you shout back, laughing.

“VANEEESSA,” Bruce shouts next.

“HAS ANYONE SEEN BENNY?”, Tasha screams.

“THIS IS NO TIME FOR JOKES,” Tony exclaims.

“Ton, wait,” you say.

“WHAT?”

“I CAN’T FIND USNAVI!”

“DAMMIT, Y/N! ONE OF US IS THE CULPRIT, AND YOU GUYS START SINGING BLACKOUT!”

“USNAVI, HELP MEEEEEEE,” Natasha shouts as she gets dragged away.

“THE HELMET HEIST MASTER TOOK NAT,” Tony screams.

Tony is still running around, trying to figure out how to escape. You find Bruce and grab his hand, dragging him to a secret escape you built under the floor of the bar. There, you see the other Avengers.

“He doesn’t suspect anything?”, Pietro asks, snickering.

“Not a thing,” you answer. “Where’s the helmet?” Thor hands it to you, the eyes still glowing. You climb out of the hiding spot and place it on top of the bar, the glowing eyes facing Tony. After a minute, you hear a high-pitched shriek. The rest of you collapse in laughter. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you command, “F.R.I.D.A.Y., turn on the lights and open up all the exits.”

“Yes, Helmet Heist Master.”

The lights come back on and you all climb out of the hiding spot to see Tony standing on the couch with his helmet on. He’s waving a pillow around as a defense weapon. When he sees all of you laughing, he takes it off and throws the pillow to the side. “WHAT THE FUCK?”, he shouts.

You climb onto the couch and place a kiss on his nose. “Are you okay, babe?”, you say with a smile, trying to contain your laughter.

“What just happened?”

Bucky speaks up. “This is revenge for the stunts you pulled last week!”

Tony thinks back to the week before, when he replaced the sugar with salt, covered Bucky’s metal arm with magnets, blasted Justin Bieber music for 5 hours straight while he was at a meeting, and spread legos on the floors of every bedroom in the building. “THIS WAS CRUELER THAN WHAT I DID.”

“Crueler than blasting the Bieber of Justins for 5 hours?” Thor asks.

You wrap your arms around Tony’s waist. “Sorry, babe, but you had it coming. It was kinda my idea.”

“And you’re gonna pay,” he replies with an evil smirk on his face.

“What do you mea- TONY!”, you scream as he throws you over his shoulder and starts walking to the elevator. “CAN SOMEONE HELP, PLEASE?!?!”

Everyone else starts to laugh. Natasha plops onto the couch. “I have a feeling you won’t be too upset with this punishment.”

#avengers imagine #avengers fanfiction #avengers #avengers one shot #marvel imagine #marvel #iron man #tony stank #tony stark

[hcwkguys]

the bitch of living || solo

Summary: After discovering that Kate was arrested, Clint storms the facility where she’s being held as a rescue attempt. Like most things in his life, it doesn’t go as planned.

Warnings: Violence, guns

Clint was aware that he’d been distracted as of late. Between Natasha’s kidnapping, his rescue, and the fight that had followed, he’d had his plate full. Of course, the government had figured now would be a good time to drop more shit on him with their whole ‘register or go to prison’ spiel, because Clint was nothing if not unlucky. So maybe he could blame it on that. Maybe he could blame all the shit going on for keeping his mind fuzzy and his thoughts occupied.

It didn’t ease the guilt.

He should’ve noticed way sooner. He should’ve realized that his apartment was a bit too calm, should’ve realized that there was more coffee in his cupboard than usual, should’ve realized that the only arrows sticking out of his targets were his own.

He should’ve realized it’d been days since Kate showed up unannounced and chastised him for not showering.

He should have, but he didn’t. Not until Lucky hopped up onto Kate’s usual cushion on the couch with a whine and nudged Clint’s hand. It shouldn’t have taken the damn dog for him to realize that his best friend hadn’t been around to pester him in days. He should’ve known sooner.

Kate never stayed away this long unless they’d had an argument, and lately, that was one area of his life that had been pretty drama free.

(He should’ve realized it from that, too; Clint’s life was never allowed to be calm, not in any area.)

He threw his bow across his shoulder and put his quiver on his back, not unlike he’d done days earlier when he’d realized Natasha was missing.

(Clint, it seemed, had a habit of figuring things out too late. It was one of about a million bad habits he couldn’t seem to break.)

He went to her apartment first, taking the stairs two at a time. “I’m gonna be real pissed if you’re just sleeping off a bender or something, Katie,” he muttered quietly to himself as he made his way down the hall. “And not just ‘cause you’re not old enough to drink.”

When he found the door kicked open and her things strewn around, he wished he could say he was surprised. Really, though, it just confirmed what he already knew; someone had been here, with less than noble intentions. And Kate was gone.

It didn’t take long for him to put the pieces together. For all that he might pretend to be, Clint really wasn’t stupid. The timing of this coincided pretty much perfectly with the government’s announcement, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out the rest. Leave it to Kate to get herself arrested.

If you’d have asked Clint, he probably would’ve told you this whole thing’d be the other way around. He’d say it’d be Kate bailing him out.

(He wished it was; he’d trade his life for hers in an instant, and while he didn’t think the government would kill her, whatever she was going through now was doubtlessly unpleasant.)

Any other day, he might have called Natasha. When you’re taking on the United States government, it’s really smart to bring a friend. But Nat was still recovering, and even if she wasn’t, Clint still wasn’t sure he was ready to do something like this with her. As much as he cared about her, he needed time.

(He knew she’d give it to him; no matter how mad he was, he was still able to recognize that she was far better than he deserved.)

There weren’t many other people he’d trust with this sort of thing. It wasn’t Jessica’s fight, and he couldn’t be sure his SHIELD contacts wouldn’t turn him in. They were government too, after all. He might’ve called Barney if not for the absolute certainty that his brother, if he picked up at all, would laugh in his face before hanging up. Really, Clint had to do this on his own.

That’s what he told himself, anyways.

Government facilities all looked pretty much the same. They were all gray and monochromatic and boring, and they always smelled like gunpowder and piss. (Seriously, Clint got the gunpowder, but he had no idea why the piss smell was a thing. Did the guards not have toilets? It seemed cruel.)

Clint hadn’t been to this particular one before which, considering he’d gotten the fuck out of SHIELD’s employment in a hurry years ago, probably shouldn’t be too surprising. Still, he knew what to expect. Two guards at the front gate, hit with taser arrows to knock them out cold. A couple out by the cliched green jeeps, taken out when he landed an arrow with knockout gas between them.

Twelve guards by the door who --

-- okay, he hadn’t expected that. They’d stepped up their game a little.

Fuck.

This looked bad.

Maybe they’d caught him on a camera or something when he’d taken out the guys by the gate. Maybe the ones by the jeeps had gotten the word out, maybe they just knew he was coming, maybe they figured guarding super-powered people needed more manpower than guarding regular prisoners.

One thing was for sure: Clint was in way over his head.

Twelve gun barrels pointed at him from three directions, and Clint smiled sheepishly as he raised his hands over his head.

“Y’know,” he said conversationally, “last time I had this many guns pointed at me, my pants were around my ankles. So, believe it or not, this is really a step up.”

(No one laughed. Tough crowd.)

He took a moment to study his surroundings. They hadn’t moved in behind him yet. People had a habit of underestimating Clint, and he wasn’t complaining. His bow was slung over one shoulder, arrows just behind his back. He moved his arm a fraction of an inch towards them, noting that none of the guards seemed to notice.

Twelve wasn’t so many. He’d faced worse odds.

With archery, everything had to happen fast. Clint had to see the world in slow motion, had to know everyone’s next move before they made it. He had to be able to fire off multiple shots in the time it took to take a breath. And he was damn good at it.

Inhale.

He moved his hand the rest of the way down, grabbing an arrow and flinging it out towards the men before ducking and covering his eyes. The flash bomb went off in mid-air, causing a bright light to emit from the arrow. Before the soldiers could recover, Clint grabbed his bow and fired three arrows in quick succession. The putty inside exploded onto the barrels of three men’s guns, rendering them useless. A boomerang arrow flew behind a man’s head before coming back and knocking him in the back of the skull. Clint silently apologized for the headache the guy would have later.

Exhale.

They didn’t want to shoot him. Clint had been government once, even if he hadn’t been great at it, and he knew the drill. Shooting people meant paperwork, and shooting an ex-SHIELD agent and part-time Avenger probably meant even more paperwork.

Inhale.

He fired another shot, a taser arrow that hit a man in the foot before sparking with enough electricity to knock him out. A net arrow caught three men, an old-fashioned non-trick arrow flew into the barrel of a man’s gun.

Exhale.

Clint didn’t want to shoot them, either; they probably knew that. He wasn’t here to kill anyone, wasn’t here to hurt soldiers who were just doing their jobs. He only cared about Kate, only wanted her back safe on his couch, stealing his coffee and playing with his dog. Like the twins, Kate was his responsibility, and he took that seriously.

Inhale.

Three men left now. They were easier to take out in groups, but three against one was a much fairer fight than it had been before. He shot a glue arrow, securing one man’s gun to the wall behind him. A freezing arrow made the metal of a second man’s gun too cold to hold onto, and he dropped it. One to go. Clint nocked a smoke arrow, figuring it’d allow him cover from any cameras and knock out the last soldier all in one fell swoop. He aimed, allowed his back muscles to tighten, and --

Bang!

A shot went off. For a second, he thought maybe someone else had shown up with less noble intentions than he had; the new addition to the Accords was gonna piss off a lot of people, after all, and not all of them would pull punches. Then, he saw the bullet hurtling towards him, the final soldier’s finger still squeezing the trigger.

In archery, everything happened in slow motion. It had to. You’d never hit a target otherwise, never get anything done. Clint was, for maybe the first time in his life, lucky; had he not been in archery mode, he wouldn’t have been able to move before the bullet tore through his chest.

He wasn’t lucky enough.

Exhale.

His shoulder exploded in pain and holy shit, what kinda guns were they using? Getting shot didn’t usually hurt this bad, did it?

(What had it felt like when he died? It had been worse than this, he knew. That, at least, was a comfort.)

Inhale.

Clumsily, Clint dropped to his knees, not letting go of his bow. He steadied his aim, tightened his shoulder blades (fuck, holy fucking shit, that hurt. Bullet was still in there, of course, digging it out was gonna suck, he’d have to -- ) and let his grip relax.

Exhale.

He fired, and the arrow leaked smoke as he pulled his shirt over his nose and mouth. The last soldier (he had to save the trigger-happy one for last, didn’t he?) collapsed in an unconscious heap, and Clint struggled to his feet.

Breathe through it. Go in, get Katie, get out. Worry about the other thing later.

A shape appeared in the smoke, and then another. Clint paused as half a dozen more men came out, all armed, all equipped with gas masks.

“C’mon, guys, that’s just not fair,” he groaned, clumsily nocking another arrow. There was blood on his fingers, and it was making everything slippery.

Half a dozen guns cocked and okay, this looked bad. This looked really, really bad. Death by firing squad really wasn’t his ideal exit here.

“Put it down, Barton,” someone said, “Don’t make this hard on yourself.”

“I was born hard on myself,” he quipped, firing another arrow. Another shot rang out, and his knee burned. He fell, catching himself with the knee that was currently bullet-free. His quiver fell from his back, spilling arrows, and the bow slipped from his grip. Before he could pick it up and try for another shot, they were on him.

Inhale.

Rough hands yanked his hands behind his back, and he bit back a strangled cry. “Easy, fellas, there’s a bullet in there somewhere,” he muttered, groaning as they pulled him to his feet. “Whatever happened to hospitality?”

“Clinton Francis Barton,” one of the soldiers began, and Clint barked out a laugh.

“Middle name and everything? This is serious.”

“You are under arrest for violating the Sokovia Accords,” the man continued as if Clint hadn’t spoken at all. “This is an act of high treason. You are not entitled to an attorney. You do not have the right to remain silent. Everything you say and do can and will be held against you in the court of law.”

They kept speaking as they dragged him into the building. One of them picked up his bow and quiver, and he really hoped they wouldn’t break them. After all the shit he’d been through, they held sentimental value.

Exhale.

Some rescue this turned out to be.

#solo #the bitch of living #violence tw #read more for length bc i got carried away

[avengerscompound]

The Tower: Unexpected - 5

The Tower: Unexpected An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist Previous //

Pairing:  Avengers x ofc, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2364

Warnings:   Angsty stuff, the boys are mostly still being asshats, pregnancy stuff.

Synopsis: A little over 2 years after moving into the Avengers Tower, Elly finds herself pregnant against the odds.  While some are excited, others are terrified, and pregnancy that none expected to happen causes rifts through the group and threatens to end the relationship.  

Author’s Note:  Written with my muse @fanficwriter013

Chapter 5: The Most Fertile Person in the World

It was only a few days later that the OBGyn that Tony had arranged was set up in the Tower and I had my first appointment.  Her name was Doctor Schroeder and apparently she was the best in the city and Tony was paying so that by the time of the babies due date, I would be her only patient.

“Mister Stark gave me a rundown on what's happened.  So we might start by getting your birth control out.  But first.  Do you have any questions?”  She said as Steve, Wanda, Natasha and I all sat in her exam room.  I was sitting in one of those hospital gowns and nothing else.  I still hadn’t seen the others.  Steve had said Sam had gone to see his family.  Natasha assured me Clint was reading because he needed to get his head around the idea he was going to be a parent.  Hulk was still around which meant Bruce was not.  Bucky was still isolating as was Tony.  Except where Steve saw Bucky every day, no one had seen Tony at all.

“What are the odds of this happening?”  Steve asked as Wanda gave my hand a squeeze.

“The birth control Doctor Cooper was on was 99% percent effective.  They say for every 1000 women on it one gets pregnant every three years.  On top of the fact that you men were all on a birth control developed by doctor Banner?  Now I have no idea how effective it was because there was a lack of clinical trials but I would say you have a 1 in 2000 chance of this happening really.  That baby apparently really really wanted to exist.”  Doctor Schroeder explained.  I didn’t know if I felt better or worse hearing that.  Like if it was the most unlucky thing to happen or maybe I was really lucky.

“And it’s healthy?”  Steve asked.

“We’ll need to take a look, but birth control like Doctor Coopers just stops ovulation, it happened anyway.  I looked at the kind you are on, and it's similar but with sperm production.”  She answered.  “Basically you have the guys that are the absolute strongest competitors coming together.  It won’t have affected their health.”

The problem was that wasn’t the only thing we had to worry about.  I looked at Steve and took a breath.  “What - Do you know what will happen if it's - if Steve or Bucky or Bruce are the parent?”  I asked.

She sighed.  “That I can't tell you.  We will monitor things carefully.  As you know we can narrow it down if you want, so we know if we have anything extra to be concerned about.”

“I'm here,”  Steve said.  “You can take a sample - a small sample - for comparisons.”

“I thought you didn't want to know?”  I said.

“If there is an issue with health, for the sake of your sanity.  We should do it.” He said rubbing my leg.  “But I do not want to know. That baby will be all of ours, no matter the parentage.”

“Okay.  Well, how about this, I'll work out if the baby is genetically either yours, Sergeant Barnes, or Doctor Banner's when he returns, and then I'll know if there's something to keep an eye on, but I won't pass that along unless I have to?”  She suggested.

Steve gave a curt nod.  “I agree to these terms.”

“Alright.  If there’s nothing else for the moment we’ll start by taking the birth control out.  Then I’ll take some blood samples and then we can take a look.  See who we’re dealing with in there.”  She said.

“I’m good if you are,”  Nat said to me.  I got up on the examination chair and Wanda sat beside me holding my arm as Doctor Schroeder took blood samples, gave me a local anesthetic and took out the implant before sewing it up with paper stitches and putting gauze over it.

She then took a few vials of blood from Steve and explained that the earliest she could do paternity was eight weeks and that she would make a plan for that based on how far along I was now.

“Okay,”  She said after she’d cleaned everything away and brought the ultrasound machine closer.  “Are we ready to see the baby?”  We all nodded in agreement.  “Elly, I need you to lie back and spread your legs.”  She said adjusting the chair back and lying a blanket over me.  Wanda took my hand as Doctor Schroeder prepared the probe.  “This is going to be a little uncomfortable.”  She said and inserted the probe.  I winced.  For such a tiny thing, it pinched, that’s for sure.  She shifted it around inside me at weird angles that were far from pleasant feeling.  Wanda seemed to send a calming energy into me, though, and I felt her tell me she was right there, clear as if she said it out loud.

“You’re doing great, Elly.  I know this isn’t fun.  But look, can you see this funny little peanut shape.  That’s your baby.”  She said.

I looked up at the screen and saw what looked like two large black spaces in a sea of white static.  To the bottom of each was a small kidney bean shaped thing with a little fluttering spot right in the middle of it.  I felt the sudden urge to cry and I wasn’t even sure what I was looking at.  “But there’s two,”  I said.

“That’s because there are two of them.  Can you see the flutter?”  She said circling the spots in the middle of the kidney beans.  “That’s their heartbeats.  You are actually having twins.”

“Twins?”  Wanda asked, her voice slightly shaky.  I knew this was big for her, being a twin herself and losing her brother.  “We're having twins?”

“You are,”  She said moving the probe around a little.  “It looks like they are fraternal too which has just blown your odds through the roof to astronomical levels.  It also makes the paternity a little more complicated.”

I stared blankly at the screen.  How could this be happening?  I had to be the most fertile person in the world.  If the other’s freaked out the way they had been about one, they were going to completely cut and run with two.

“Did you just say, that they could have two different dads?”  Natasha asked, looking up at the screen.

“It’s certainly possible.  It really depends on what happened here that made two different birth controls ineffective.  Did one of you just forget to take it around the time her cycle rejected hers?  Or do we have a case of two different lucky swimmers from two different people?”  She said as she started taking measurements.  “We’ll definitely have to keep a close eye on them until we figure this out.  If you have one supersoldier and one baseline human their development rates could be drastically different or the super could steal the nutrients from the other.  That isn’t uncommon with twins.”

“So, this is going to make things more difficult?”  Steve asked.   He looked a little like a deer in headlights.  I recognized that look of guilt on his face. I could only imagine that he thought one of them was his and it was going to cause issues.

“Twins never make it easier.”  She said jokingly.  “We will work this out though.  I promise.  If the blood tests aren’t conclusive there are other options.  We’ll monitor things closely either way.”

“Twins…”  Wanda said, her hand going to my stomach.

Doctor Schroeder did a few more measurements and looked at me.   “I would put them at seven weeks.  Does that sound right?”

I nodded, of course, they were.  “Right when Thor was here.”

She shook her head and let out a laugh.  “So potential demigods too.  You’re really making me earn my money here.”  She said.  “Would you like to hear their heartbeats?”

“Yes, we do,”  Natasha said before any of the rest of us had a chance.

She flicked a switch and the room is filled with a loud swoosh swoosh sound.  All four of our faces lit up at the sound.  There was something about hearing it that made it very real and not just this abstract ‘scary thing’.  “That’s their hearts.  Going right in the zone we want them.  They look very healthy.”

“We're gonna have twins, El,”  Wanda said squeezing my hand.

“I know.  Maybe it will be a boy and a girl like you and Pietro.”  I said.

I didn’t think Wanda’s smile could get any bigger but it did right then.  “Maybe.”

Doctor Schroeder moved the probe around a little more before removing it.  “We’re done.  Did you want a print out of the babies?”

“Yes.  A couple please.”  I say thinking about how the Hulk would want one.

Doctor Schroeder pushed a button on the machine and it began to whir as it printed out the pictures.   “Keep that wound clean.  I’ll need to take more blood in a couple of weeks for the DNA, and then we’ll have another appointment in say, 4 weeks to see how they’re developing.  I’ll need to see Sgt Barnes for a blood test.  I know Doctor Banner isn’t exactly here with us right now do you think the Hulk will let me take blood?”

“I think it'd be best if you let me try and do that,”  Natasha said.

“Thank you.  Given that Thor is a potential biological parent here if there is any way you can get a blood sample from him too.  Otherwise, if it's not one of the three of you, I'll need to test everyone to rule him out.”  She said as I began to dress in my regular clothes.

“We'll take care of it,”  Nat assured her.

“Elly, here is a list of things you should be taking and avoiding.  Plus some birthing options.”  She said holding up a packet and giving it to Wanda.  “Are there any other questions?”  Wanda looked back at me and shook her head.  “Well, it was nice to see you.  I'm on call now, so if you need me for anything don't hesitate.”

I finished getting dressed and the four of us headed back out to the elevator.  “Are you hungry, El?”  Wanda asked.

“Yeah, a little,”  I said not fully paying attention.  “Twins…”

“I’ll make you something.”  She said.

“Thanks.  I guess… I guess I have more news to give people.”  I said.

“I'm going to go get that sample from Hulk,”  Natasha said.  “You gonna be okay?”

“Yeah.  I will be.  You should take one of the pictures to him,”  I said tearing off one of the ultrasound pictures and giving it to her.  “He wanted to see, so it might help keep him calm.  Tell him it's twins and he can come talk to them after if he wants.”

“Okay,”  Nat said taking it.  “I'll do that.”

“Thank you, Tasha.  Thanks for coming with me.”

She kissed my cheek as the elevator stopped on Bruce’s floor.  “Of course, honey.  I'm going to talk to Clint too. And then I'll be back up.”

She got off and the doors closed as we traveled up to the common floor.  Almost as soon as the doors closed, I felt an overwhelming urge to cry.  It had been bad enough telling everyone that it was one.  Now I had to do it again and tell them there was going to be two.  I turned to Steve and fell against him hiding my face in his chest.  He wrapped his arms around me and stroked my hair  “It’s okay, El.  I’ve got you.”  He said, in his deep rich voice.

“Thank you.  I can't believe it's twins.  I feel like Loki is messing with us or something.”  I said through a shaky voice.  Only barely keeping the tears in.

“Well, we can ask Thor.”  He said gently.

“Yeah.  I guess so.  Can Loki do that?  Just mess with our birth control?”

He shrugged.  “I don’t know, sweetheart.”

The elevator stopped and I pulled away from him taking out the paperwork from the packet to distract myself with as Wanda went to the kitchen.  “There are a few things to get,”  I said sitting down.

“I can handle that if you like.”  He said.

I shrugged.  “I’ll just add them to FRIDAY’s list.  It can come in the next delivery.”

“Okay.  That should work.”  He said sitting down beside me.

I ran my hands over my stomach and looked down at it.  “There are two people in there,”  I said.  “I have 3 times as many skeletons as most people.”

He shook his head and stifled a laugh.  “You’re such a dork.”  His hand went to my stomach and he linked his fingers with mine.  “They’re going to be very loved and well cared for.  You don’t have to worry.”

“Yeah.  I’m gonna get really huge.”

“Is there a point to that, El?”  He asked.

“Just ... I don't know.  What if...  And then after…”

He kissed my temple.  “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“What if no one wants to be with me after this?”

“Oh, sweetheart.”

The tears came then.  Fat drops running down my cheeks.  “Well?  I mean even taking out the fact I'm going to be massive, I apparently am the most fertile person in the planet.”

“Elly,”  He said pulling me into his arms.  “We're gonna deal with this. You've got us.  Forever.”

“What if I'm not good at this?  I didn't exactly have very good role models.”

“Neither did I,”  He said.  “Come on, honey.  You need to just let yourself process this.  I know it hasn’t exactly gone smoothly, but this is good news.”

“What are we going to tell the others?”  I asked.  “How am I going to tell them if they won’t even come near me?”

“They will.  They love you, honey.  Everyone loves you.  They don’t mean to be hurting you like this.”  He assured me.  “When they’re ready to hear you can tell them.”

“How will I even know they’re ready?”  I asked.

He kissed the top of my head.  “They’ll come to you. Don’t worry.”

// NEXT

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[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Sick Little Games: Nineteen

When you stepped out of a portal, dripping wet and looking like an irritated cat, Thor chuckled, “Overshot your portal?”

“In case you were wondering, it’s raining in Ecuador,” you say, ringing out the end of your cloak.

“How do you hit Ecuador if you’re aiming for New York?” Tony asked. 

“I was just a little distracted,” you murmur, cheeks heating. 

“By what?” Bruce asked, handing you a towel.

“Long story,” you answer, turning away to take jewelry off and towel off your hair. You didn’t know how to explain that Bucky had sent you a really long, frankly incoherent wall of text messages vacillating between being apologetic and being fucking pissed that you’d gotten an abortion and not told him. 

You had wanted to know how he found out but, you had next to no interest in talking to Bucky. Not anything outside things for work. 

“Ew,” Tony said, “Barton sent you dick pics, didn’t he.”

“No, you freak,” you sigh, throwing the soaked towel at him. “Ugh, I’m gonna go take a shower.”

You turn and start towards the elevator, slipping past Steve with a small smile of hello. Steve looks at the water pooled on the floor and at your back, confused, and Thor laughs, “Evidently, it’s raining in Ecuador,” he says. 

“Ecuador?” he calls after you, laughing a little. 

“Barton sent a dick pic, and she got distracted,” Tony shouted, smirking when you flipped him off as the doors slid shut.

________

Clint sat on the couch, fussing with the pizza and the cold six-pack the coffee table. He had his black hoodie where you could find it in the closet and your rainbow socks neatly folded and lying next to a warm, freshly fluffed towel. Everything you asked him for. And he had a few more little things. A new book and a pretty dagger you’d had your eye on for a minute. 

Still, even with all of that in place, he felt a little sick. Like he’d just breached your trust when he’d blown up at Bucky. He didn’t like it. There had been no reason for him to blow up like that. None. Except for letting Bucky push his buttons. And the worst part was, he’d known it was happening. But hearing him gloat about having sex with you. Hearing how fucking smug he’d been after seeing how fucking shattered you’d been. Knowing he was proud of himself for taking something from you that you had a good reason to be keeping for yourself. He looked down at Lucky, gazing longingly at the box and smiles a little, “Let mom get her piece first, ya cretin,” he scolds fondly. Lucky swishes his tail and barks once, easing himself onto his hind legs to beg properly, prompting Jinx to do the same thing. “Animals, both of you,” he sighs, going to find their treats. 

He was about halfway to the counter, grumbling to himself when the door to the suite opened, and their current pizza lust was temporarily forgotten to get pets. Clint leaned on the table and smiled, watching you give kisses and pats. “Why are you wet?” he asked, amused.

“It’s raining in Ecuador,” you sigh.

“Overshot it, huh?” he teased.

“Yeah... but At least I didn’t end up in Antarctica again... I’m still pissed Steve wouldn’t let me keep the penguin.”

Clint chuckled and kissed you softly when you stood on your toes to lean over the counter, “Where would we have put it?”

“We have another bathtub!” you pout.

“Speaking of bathtubs,” he says, kissing your nose, “Why don’t you go get warmed up and then I’ll feed you and give you a beer.”

“But what about a shower beer?”

“You’re such a brat,” he groans, “I guess. If It’ll get you in the shower before the pizza gets cold.”

You smile and kiss his jaw, padding towards the bathroom, going to strip out of your wet clothes and find something warm and snuggly to put on. Clint waits until he hears the shower turn on and then brings you the requested beer before padding out to the living room to sulk until you came back. He knew he needed to tell you. He knew he needed to talk to you about it. But he just. He wanted a date night, He wanted to love his girl and forget that this day had happened. He felt like a dick. 

Worse than a dick.

He felt like a dildo. He wasn’t real enough to be a dick. Flirting with you and not just telling you the truth. 

Still, When you come back warm and soft. Wearing his black hoodie and your rainbow knee socks, snatching a fresh beer before wrapping yourself around him. He still can’t bring himself to talk about the day. “Hungry?” he asks, popping you on the bottom as you wrap your legs around his waist. 

“But cuddle,” you murmur, hiding your face in his neck.

“Baby-” he protests lightly, but he stops when you tighten your grip. These aren’t just needy cuddles. These are “Clint is angry” cuddles. And you might not know why but you’ve managed to twist it around in your head to be all your fault. And you’re trying to fix it without knowing what you did. “Okay,” he soothes, “Shh, okay.” He rubs your back and kisses the side of his head.

“Are you mad at me?” He feels the question instead of hears it. Your lips against his neck and the tremble in a deep breath you took before asking. It’s such a soft whisper he can’t actually hear you. But he knows that question well. 

“No,” he murmurs, “I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at me.”

“What happened?” you ask, fingers toying with the close-cropped hair at the nape of his neck, rubbing gently. 

“I- I fucked up today, babe. I fucked up really bad.”

“What, you murmur, “Get caught reading fanfic about yourself getting railed by Hulk?”

Clint snorted, “Worse- I think,” he tilts your chin up tenderly to look you in the face and sighed, “I- I blew up at Bucky today.”

Several emotions flit across your face. Confusion, understanding, hurt, and then... oddly amusement.

“Oh.”

“Oh,” your forehead thuds gently against his collarbone, and you sigh, “Clint, you dummy. That explains so fucking much.”

“Oh no,” Clint said, “What-”

“Bucky sent me this massive fucking text wall and yelled about the baby and kind of apologized but... didn’t then yelled at me some more and I spent like, all fucking day trying to figure out where he heard it from.”

“That’s gross,” Clint said, crinkling his nose, the knot in his stomach loosening a little when you weren’t angry. 

“Right?” you yelp, “Who the fuck yells at someone about that via text... fucking boomers.”

“Technically, he’s too old to be a boomer,” Clint says, brushing the hair out of your eyes. 

“Well, he acts like one... seriously. He used Emojis. Too many. Like Ew.”

Clint snorted, “And you’re okay?”

“I mean... yeah. Fuck him”

Clint grinned and smacked the swell of your ass again lovingly, “Yeah... But don’t fuck him. Fuck me a few times, and let me feed you pizza.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you liked me or something,” you tell him, stealing another kiss.

“Baby,” he hums, shifting you over gently and popping open the pizza box, “I don’t just like you. I love you.”

He hands you a plate and lets you tuck yourself against his side, “I love you too,” you tell him, beaming. “Can we watch Manos: Hands of Fate?”

“Anything you want, baby girl,” he chuckles. And as you settle in with your pizza and beer, Clint wonders just who exactly he had to blow in a past life to be this fucking happy.

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Mrs. Stark

Request: I was wondering if you could do a one shot of how you like Bucky and he doesn’t like you and is dating Nat, so Tony comforts you and you slowly fall in love with him and learn to move on? Maybe make it really fluffy and marry Tony at the end? please -Anonymous

What do you do when the person you like, likes someone else? How are you supposed to just move on and forget about their eyes, their laugh, the way they make you feel? The answer is simple; by doing just that. The things you feel for someone slowly start to wilt away along with every thought you’ve had about them, every moment you shared with them that made you fall in love with them. He wasn’t yours and he never would be.

Your feelings for Bucky were not mutual and that’s something you’ve had to live with and suffer through for at least a year now. Bucky was happy with Natasha, he never let a day go by where he didn’t confess or show his love for her.

No matter how many shooting stars you wished upon, prayers you spoke, the hope you felt when the clock struck 11:11, and no matter how many dandelions you blew into the wind, you were not meant for Bucky. You had to accept it and you couldn’t hold yourself from being happy anymore.

You just couldn’t. You’ll never be her.

You could hear Bucky and Natasha laughing in the common room, wrestling with each other over the remote and what television show they’d watch tonight. Your stomach twisted and your throat burned. You could feel the hot tears filling your eyes as you heard them kissing.

Another presence entered the kitchen and you stood there, staring down at your dinner. You had just gotten back from a mission so you arrived late. Your appetite was once again ruined. “You know, I’m gonna start charging you for the food you make and throw out.” Tony said beside you.

You simply sighed and pushed your plate away. “You can afford it.” You said in a monotone voice. Tony laughed and shook his head at your comeback. You always did like to hear Tony laugh. It was strong and everyone knew it was his even if he wasn’t in the same room.

You sighed again and hopped down from your chair. Tony stopped you by grabbing your arm gently. “What’s bothering you?” Tony questioned, but knew the answer as you glanced towards the common room. Tony nodded slightly and sighed.

You gave Tony a tight smile. “You know, it won’t last forever, Y/N.” Tony said to you softly. You crossed your arms over your chest, biting back your tears. You quickly turned away and Tony looked at you with a pained expression.

He understood what you were going through and he wished he could take it all away. He’s always been here for you to wipe away your tears when you go to him crying over Bucky. You’ve spent countless nights awake at late hours with Tony as he comforted you enough for you to pass out on his shoulder.

It was silly to always cry over a taken man, but when you were in love with someone who was with someone else, it happens whether you want it to or not. You cry and cry and cry until you’re left with a hollow feeling that only they could fill; yet they can’t. They’d never be able to.

Natasha didn’t know of your feelings for Bucky. Bucky knew because you had told him one day while you were drunk and he immediately told you that he had been dating Natasha in secret. Bucky just didn’t want anything to ruin his relationship if he told the team. He wanted to make sure it was real. And by the way his eyes lit up when she entered a room, you knew it was the realest thing he’s ever felt.

It became even more real when he told the team that following morning. Everyone was happy for them and you just stood back, watching your life fall apart before your eyes.

Tony pulled you in for a tight hug and you inhaled his expensive cologne. You sighed against Tony and he rubbed your back soothingly. “I know it hurts, but Y/N, you’ve gotta let him go. It’s the only way for you to be happy.” Tony said, swaying you both side to side.

Happy is what you became. A few months later, you didn’t hurt anymore. You accepted your destiny and let fate take you into the arms you were meant to be in. One night after Natasha and Bucky had announced they were going to adopt a little one, something in you closed off and something else opened up.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, running your hands gently along your wedding dress as Wanda was fixing your veil. The man who had been there for you all along was the one you were meant to be with. Tony Stark was your soulmate.

It took you so long to realize it, but as time passed, days felt so short alongside Tony. You found yourself clinging to him in a way that felt right. Being with him made you feel better and you tried everything you could to hear that laugh of his. You’d even spend long nights with him in his lab, watching his hands work on something, anything.

Moments that made your heart beat faster with Tony made your mind scream at you: “He’s your soulmate. It’s him, it’s him, it’s him.” Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Tony asked you out one night after sharing an intimate moment after a very life threatening mission.

You realized in that moment, he was the one for you. You were so blinded and so in love with James Barnes, you didn’t see the truth lying in front of you. You and Tony fell in love and you felt free of your feelings for Bucky at last.

It’s taken some getting used to, but now, as you see the smile on your face and feel the fluttering in your chest, you couldn’t be more excited for what’s to come.

Wanda had finished fixing your veil and you turned to face her. “You look breathtaking, Y/N.” Wanda squealed happily, the biggest smile on her face. You blushed and smiled back. “Thank you, Wanda.” A knock on the door turned both yours and Wanda’s attention away from each other.

Steve peeked in and he gasped, seeing you in your white dress. “Oh my god, Y/N!” Steve beamed, rushing in to see you. You giggled and let him twirl you around, your dress flowing down past your feet and leading a little trail behind you. “Tony is so lucky.” Steve said with a chuckle.

Wanda laughed along with you. “They’re ready if you are.” Steve said, holding his arm out for you to link yours with. Your father wasn’t around to walk you down the aisle, so you made a joke by saying Steve could since he was the oldest on the team. That earned a loud laugh from Tony and a flutter in your heart.

You smiled and linked your arm with Steve’s, waving bye to Wanda so she could line up with Natasha and Sharon on the platform. Grabbing your red rose bouquet, you breathed out, trying not to let your nerves show through. “She’s ready.” Steve said into his comm. “Copy.” You heard Sam reply.

The traditional piano music started to play and two men opened the large doors you and Steve stood behind. You could see Tony lined up with the groomsmen: Clint, Sam, and Bucky. They were all dressed in tuxedos with red ties and the girls were wearing matching red gowns.

Your heart beat wildly in your chest as you started to walk down the aisle, repeating “Don’t trip” in your mind over and over. The guests, which were at least in the high hundreds, all stood up and turned to look at you. A blush crept onto your cheeks as you saw their awestruck reactions.

Your eyes landed on Tony’s as you walked up the stairs. He sent you a wink and you giggled softly, your stomach flipping. Steve let your arm go and you leaned up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “Hey, hey.” Tony said with a firm voice, causing the whole Church to erupt in laughter.

Steve stood behind Bucky, chuckling. You turned to Tony, staring up at him with a wide smile. The pastor opened his Bible and started to recite the marriage prayer. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today-” He started, looking at you and Tony fondly.

As the pastor finished the prayer, your nervousness and excitement grew in your chest. “Please, join hands.” The pastor said with a smile. You and Tony held each others hands and you could feel how clammy Tony’s was. You didn’t mind, you were pretty sure yours felt the same.

Tony stared down at you and your cheeks turned a bright red. You felt so lucky to be marrying Tony. Your heart felt renewed and full, nothing was missing. “Now, if you have any vows, you may speak.” The pastor said. Tony cleared his throat and smiled at you.

“I prepared a long speech, I even wrote it down and everything. Too bad Sam threw up on it.” Tony started, the guests and yourself laughing. You could see Sam peeking out the side of the line of groomsmen, shooting Tony a glare. You snorted and Tony laughed harder.

“Well, here it goes from memory. Y/N, I can’t begin to tell you how many times I made an excuse to have Nick put us as partners on missions. I wanted to be the one to protect you, to make sure you were always okay, and to be the one to help you when you needed it.

You were in love with someone else, so I had to wait for you to go through that and make your way to me in the end, and I’m so happy you did. I was in love with you while you were hung up on somebody else; someone who didn’t deserve to be loved by someone so amazing.

You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I promise to let you steal my food, I promise I won’t work late nights in the lab on an invention I’ll never finish, even if you’re there in my chair, supporting me. I promise I’ll always be here and I’ll never let you out of my sight. Unless Clint accidentally shoots me in the eyes with an arrow and screws me up for good.”

Everyone laughed again and you could hear Clint wheezing. You covered your mouth to keep from laughing like a maniac. Tony looked down at you with watery eyes from laughing so hard. You all calmed down and you rested your hand back in Tony’s, still giggling softly to yourself.

“I promise to be yours, for as long as you’ll have me. If it’s forever, I’ve completed the biggest and most amazing mission of all: Capturing your heart.” Tony finished, his voice cracking at the end. Your heart swelled in your chest and you tried not to cry.

You took a deep breath, calming your breathing. You definitely couldn’t top Tony’s vows and you could’ve sworn you were going to cry your eyes out any second if you didn’t start talking.

“I’d like to start off by saying I appreciate all those times you were a shoulder to cry on. All the while I was crying over someone else, I know now that I was getting all of those tears out so you could fill me with the happiness my heart longed for. You, Tony, are my knight in shining armor. Quite literally; your suit is so bright.” You said, causing everyone to laugh.

“I fell in love with you as I was healing, and that brought us even closer. I can be myself around you, I can eat your food and mine without your judgement. I can sit in your very comfortable chair and watch you work on your inventions all night long and never grow tired of the way your tongue sticks out when you’re concentrating.

I promise to let you yell at the television as loud as you can when the people on it don’t do what you’re yelling for them to do. I promise to not get mad when you tinker with my weapons and completely break them. I promise to always be by your side when you need me the most, especially when you’re screaming bloody murder because you saw a spider in the bathroom.” You said with a giggle, hearing everyone laughing again.

Tony dramatically rolled his eyes but smiled down at you, his thumbs rubbing your hands.

“Tony Stark, you are my Ironman, the love of my life, the best man a woman could ever wish for. If I had to be stuck with someone forever, I’m glad it’s you.” You finished, your eyes filling with tears again. The guests cheered and clapped.

“Now, the rings.” The pastor said with a smile. Sam smirked and spoke into his watch. “Redwing, do your thing.” He said. Suddenly, Redwing flew in with two strings hanging that had yours and Tony’s rings attached to them.

You laughed as Tony untied them. Smiling, Tony handed them to the pastor. You and Tony thanked Redwing before it flew back down the aisle and through the doors you entered from. The pastor started to pray over the rings and he handed you Tony’s and gave Tony your ring.

The pastor had you and Tony repeat the traditional wedding vows before you both slipped on each others rings. “You may kiss the bride.” The pastor said in a louder voice, setting his Bible down and clapping his hands.

You leaned up on your toes and crashed your lips into Tony’s, letting your left hand rest on his neck. Tony pulled you close and you felt his arm lift into the air, pumping his fist. The guests all laughed and cheered and you couldn’t be happier than you were in this moment.

You found your other half.

Note: gOSH I got carried away!! thanks for the request! I really hope you like it! feedback is always welcome! .c

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Sick Little Games: Twenty- Five

“Y/N, you sure you wanna give this up?” Steve asked as you smacked a goon in the head with your staff. 

“You know, I think I could be okay with- STEVE DOWN,” you break off with a growl, summoning fire and sending it bursting forth. 

Steve dropped, no questions asked and rolled out of the way, “Thanks,” he gasped before jumping in front of you with his shield. “Fair point,” he added, but there wasn’t time for anything else. He had to watch your back to get you in a position to bring down the spell that was being cast. You had to bring down the spell, stay out of Bucky’s way and just try to make it through this. 

It was nerve-wracking, waiting for your court date and the custody hearing. You knew it was going to be a media circus. Character witnesses. The works. Stirling was using his full might as a mildly famous Television Evangelist with a cult-like following. You hadn’t thought he’d be a match for Stark’s legal team, but you’d been unpleasantly surprised. 

Stirling had managed to create quite the frenzy. You were the evil, wicked witch that was trying to steal his kids. His pride and joy. Trying to indoctrinate them into some Satanic cult. It was exhausting. And more exhausting dealing with that on top of a sudden influx in magical occurrences. 

“Clint,” you say over comms, breathing hard from the effort of tearing the spell down. 

“What’s up, Y/N?”

“Anything else coming?” you ask between gasps for air. 

“You’re good, just stay down and reboot real quick. Clean up crew incoming.”

“ ‘Kay,” you answer, sliding down a wall. Even with augmented strength, Magic, especially magic as you did it. Blunt force combat magic took energy. A lot of it. And in battle, there was no room to hold back. Not if someone else was on the line. You pressed your hand to your side when a sharp pain attracted your attention. “Son of a bitch,” you hiss when your fingers come away bloody. You didn’t even know when that had happened. But the bleeding had to be worse than you thought because when you looked down, there was a pool of blood forming. Running towards the crack in the sidewalk. You knew you should stop it. Evil things could do quite a lot with the blood if they got a hold of it. But you couldn’t think of how. You felt like you were running through quicksand. You couldn’t move. Or think. And it was a struggle to breathe. 

“Y/N,” Steve said over comms, alerted that your breathing was ragged, and Clint had been calling you with no response. “Hang on,” he said calmly, “Medical has your location.” He was vaguely aware that Clint is trying not to lose his mind and trying to stay professional, but when you don’t answer Steve, either it’s slightly terrifying.  

“Just hang on,” Clint pleaded, “We gotta get your boys back, remember?”

You can’t answer him. There are words in your head. A lot of words. But you can’t seem to grab hold of any of them. Or remember how to make sounds. Time doesn’t matter. Or register. It could have been five seconds or five hours. And all you could see was the looming black around your vision, blocking out the periphery. You knew you couldn’t go to sleep. But sitting on the pavement, warmed by the sun. The sounds of gunfire and battle cries were distant and increasingly farther away sounding, a nap just sounded like heaven. A shadow blocked out the sun that was warming your face, and with considerable effort, you pulled your head up to look.

“Bucky?” you manage to rasp. Your ribs felt like they were made of iron and couldn’t expand without massive pain. 

The Assassin looked down at you. You looked like you’d been chewed up and spat out. Sitting in a pool of blood that was running from your side. You were dying. Your heartbeat had slowed to just barely enough to register. He nudged your foot with his as your head fell forward again. Not enough strength in your muscles left to hold your head up. He could kill you if he wanted. And he could get away with it. All he needed was for you to bleed just a little more. 

Instead, he walked away. He had a plan. Another plan that was bound to turn the tables on you and tear everything apart for you. All he had to do was bide his time and let medical find you in the nick of time. 

______

Alarm bells were ringing in Clint’s head as he wound his way through Prague city blocks. He knew where you were. He just had to get medical there, and he prayed that he had enough time. They had all heard you whisper “Bucky” before your comm line had died. Before FRIDAY had chimed in that you were nearing exsanguination. That there was a toxin that was slowing your healing factor to pre- augmentation levels. 

Tony and Steve were barking orders, but the Archer barely heard them. He had one mission. You were his mission, and he had to make sure you were safe. And if not safe that you hadn’t died horribly. 

He slid in front of you on his knees and cupped your cheek in his hand. You were breathing, if only just barely, and he knew he had to get you out of this position. He shifted you carefully, pressing a wad of fabric from your cloak to your side, “Hurts,” you manage.

“I know, sweetheart,” he murmurs, frantically trying to keep his panic in check. “Stay with me, baby,” he pleads, “We gotta get married, remember? We’re gonna get married and have a house in the country. You and me and the boys. Don’t go to sleep, baby. Stay with me.” He patted your cheek quickly and pressed harder on your side to try and staunch the bleeding. He pressed his lips to yours gently and blinked back tears, rapidly losing his fight against the panic as your blood ran over his fingers. “Baby please don’t go to sleep. Stay with me. They’re coming, okay?”

Comms are silent, but for Clint’s pleading and your ragged breathing. No one can say anything. There’s nothing to say. And Clint isn’t the only one blinking back tears. It’s heart-wrenching. But when boots are crunching on the ground, and medical descends like a swarm of helpful locusts, everyone breathes a sigh of relief. If anyone can patch you up, it’s Helen Cho. She’s done some incredible work, and she understands more about super soldiers' physiology after her research than anyone. She has to know what to do.

_________

When you open your eyes slowly and look around, the first thing you see if Clint, half-asleep in a chair, coffee dripping from the mug dangling from his fingertips. Jinx is asleep on his lap, similarly snoring. 

Lucky is lying at your side, his head on your stomach, and so he’s the first one to realize that you’re awake and responds accordingly, whining and wiggling steadily closer to kiss your face. His whining jolts Clint awake, and he looks to the bed with alarm and then, as soon as he realizes your eyes are open and you’re carefully scritching Lucky’s ears, a tired but relieved smile. 

“You look like shit, babe,” you rasp. 

“Yeah,” he laughed, picking up Jinx and coming to lean over the bed and kiss you softly, “well, it’s not like I was gonna leave.”

“How long was I out?” you ask, leaning into the touch.

“Just a day,” he said, “Dr. Cho reverse-engineered the toxin, and you needed blood. A lot of blood.... so we kept you knocked out to give you time to heal.” He’s dying to ask about Bucky. He wants to know what he said or did. If he did anything to you. But he doesn’t know if you remember and he doesn’t honestly want Bucky to be a part of this moment. He’s so happy that you’re awake. And alive. He doesn’t even know how to handle it, he feels like he can breathe. “I’m not gonna lie, baby, I’m kinda glad you want to give up Avenging. I don’t- I don’t think I can take seeing you like that again.”

You reach up to touch his cheek, and he turns his head to kiss your palm, “We gotta go live in the country. And get me a goat. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Damn right, you're not,” he rumbles, kissing you again tenderly before turning to rifle through his pockets. 

“What’cha looking for,” you ask, yawning.

“My insurance policy,” he grouses, “I bought it and been carrying it around but. Obviously, I can’t just keep holding on to it.”

“Clint, why would you need a condom right now?” you ask, perplexed.

“No, you fruit loop,” he sighs, producing a box with a grin, “A ring... I mean. I know you have like, A shit load of them, but. I wanted you to have one. Even if my proposal wasn’t exactly fairy tale material.”

“Well,” you say, smiling a little, “I’m not exactly Cinderella. I don’t need Prince charming. I just need someone to have my six.”

“And I got that, baby,” Clint said, slipping a silver band set with sapphires on your finger. He looked at you in askance, nervous for approval, and you smile at him.

“I love it,” you tell him. “It’s perfect.”

“Yeah?” he said, stealing another kiss.

“Yeah,” you answer giggling, “Nat did great.”

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