#OOH YOU GOT ME GOOD TONY i got very choked up reading this

[scarlet--wiccan]

“Promise to take care of him.”

Last Annihilation: Wiccan & Hulkling // Marvel’s Voices: Young Avengers

#anthony oliveira #OOH YOU GOT ME GOOD TONY i got very choked up reading this #Marvel's Voices: Young Avengers Infinity Comic #teddy altman #billy kaplan #mary-jo altman

[pogokitten]

It’s Too Cold for a Kidnapping

By: @pogokitten for @opal-earrings

Rating: Gen

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Justin Hammer

Summary: Peter is out with his parents for a fun evening of ice skating. At least he was until a revenge hungry weapons developer decided to interrupt. It's way too cold to be kidnapped by a one-note supervillain.

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Peter laughed as he watched Pepper guide his clumsy father slowly around the crowded ice ring. Holiday songs played from nearby speakers over the muted sounds of the city around them. It was an overcast evening in Central Park, but with the string lights strung up around the area and the street lights lining the park paths he could see the distressed pinch of his dad’s brow perfectly. 

Peter kicked off from his spot on the wall, gracefully skating forward with his supernatural balance and reflexes. He swiveled to be backwards as easy as breathing and then back again. Gaining some momentum and making sure the path was clear, Peter launched into a simple axel jump. He landed it with ease and smirked at the appreciative ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs’ he heard from the people nearby. 

Peter allowed himself to slide forward leisurely, coming to a stop with a flourish next to his grumpy dad and Pepper who was smiling fondly at his antics. 

“How’s it going, Dad? You managed to graduate from using the wall I see,” Peter commented teasingly. 

His dad grumbled, using Pepper to steady himself as he almost fell again. “Show off.”

“I can’t imagine where he gets it from,” Pepper said dryly and Peter laughed. 

He was going to respond with something quippy, when he was overtaken by a shiver when a cutting gust blew through. Peter tried not to get frustrated by the shivers. Even with such a heavy jacket, gloves, and a hat the cold was still messing with him. It was one of the biggest problems with the spider bite in Peter’s opinion. Hello superpowers, goodbye thermoregulation. 

“Getting cold, kiddo? Do we need to call it a night?” His dad asked in concern.  

“No, I should be good for a while yet. The wind chill just got to me a bit,” Peter defended, not ready for his fun to be over yet.

“Alright, but not too much longer. The last thing any of us wanna deal with is you going into hibernation on the first day of winter break,” his dad said, then cursed as his feet almost slipped out from under him again. 

Pepper and Peter both chuckled and only attempted to stifle the noise when Tony turned a baleful glare on them both. 

“I have an idea,” Pepper said, “I saw they were selling hot chocolate up at the concession stand, that might warm you up Peter.”

“Sounds like a plan, I’ll get enough for all three of us,” Tony said, looking far too relieved for the chance to get off the ice. 

But Peter smirked and held out an arm to stop him. “You should keep practicing. I’ll go grab it.”

His dad gave a very put upon sigh as he fished out a twenty. “Don’t forget to make sure the hot chocolate doesn’t have peppermint in it either. We don’t need any spider related medbay visits at all.”

Peter gave a salute. “I’ll do my best.”

Slipping off the rink and into his boots, Peter jogged off towards the park concession stand. There weren’t too many people on the path to Peter’s surprise, but that was honestly a bonus. Hopefully he wouldn’t have much of a line and could get back to his parents quicker. 

With how crowded the rink was, he probably should have found it suspicious. 

As Peter moved through a dark patch on the path due to an out streetlight, his spider sense buzzed. He paused, confused, and that was when something snagged the hood of his jacket. The sharp yank that followed choked him for a moment and pulled him off the path into the snow covered bushes. Before Peter could even consider fighting back, something whistled through the air and a sharp pain erupted at the back of his skull. 

The world went black.

 ---

 When Peter started to wake up the first thing he noticed was that he was freezing. His body shuddered and shivered as he came to. His head was pounding, making it hard to think clearly, and he had a crick in his neck. None of which made sense considering his last memory was of ice skating at one of the smaller ice rinks in Central Park with his parents.

Nearby he could hear what sounded like a few people milling around. The way the sounds echoed added to his headache and made Peter think they were in a large empty space. But where and with who? Something was very wrong and dread was starting to weigh like a stone in his stomach. 

Someone was talking and they had an obnoxious fake chipper voice. It was vaguely familiar in a bad way, even if Peter couldn’t place it yet. It was very sleazy… Something about an old Stark Expo and his dad complaining about a corner cutting idiot..? God, whoever it was they just wouldn’t stop talking. 

Prying open gummy eyelids caused Peter to groan when harsh light stabbed into them. He quickly shut them again and the sleazy voice finally stopped. He almost sighed in relief until he registered the sound of footsteps coming towards him.  

“Looks like he’s finally waking up, Boss,” a raspy voice commented. 

“Finally,” the sleazy voice muttered, before turning mockingly cheerful, “Rise and shine, squirt.”

Peter squinted his eyes open, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his head. A few wincing blinks had his vision clear enough to take stock of what he was looking at. Or rather, who.

“Hammer,” Peter growled. 

Justin Hammer, dressed in a nicely pressed designer coat and leather gloves, gave him what he probably thought passed for a charming smile. “Long time no see, kid. Sorry to interrupt your adorable family skating trip, but your daddy has something I want.”

Next to Hammer stood a goon. He was huge and holding an aluminum baseball bat (which judging by the growing bump on the back of Peter’s head, had probably been used to knock him out). Another thug was sitting at a nearby table fiddling with a phone plugged into tech that Peter recognized as a call tracing jammer. A glance at the walls was enough to figure out that they were in the recesses of a long abandoned warehouse. 

“You… You w’er in prison,” Peter slurred, his concussion making it hard to focus on speaking clearly at the moment.

“It took me a while, but I was able to grease enough palms to buy my way out. And grabbing you was laughably easy, just some internet stalking and a few hired goons. Tony is losing his edge,” Hammer said.

“M’ dad’s gonna break y’er face,” Peter managed, trying to glare but he felt like it was marred by the way his eyes refused to focus. 

Hammer condescendingly patted the top of Peter’s head, even as the boy tried to jerk clumsily away. “Sure he will, kid.”

Although his advanced healing would take care of the concussion sooner rather than later, it did nothing for the way it sent Peter’s world tilting as he had jerked away. When the world stopped spinning, Hammer had walked back over to his goons.  

“You woke up just in time for us to make the ransom call,” Hammer said and the smaller hired thug handed him the phone connected to the signal jammer.  

Peter squeezed his eyes shut through the sound of the phone dialing, gritting his teeth against the pain in his head and the frustration at himself for getting caught by  Hammer  of all people. At least when it was Goblin or Doc Ock it wasn’t humiliating.  

“Tony!” Hammer greeted enthusiastically when the line clicked on the last ring, “Finally! I was worried you weren’t going to pick up.” 

Peter’s head was a bit too swimmy to make out what his dad was saying on the other end of the line, even with his super hearing, but he heard the angry tone Tony responded with.

“No need to be so rude, Tony. As much as I’d love to catch up I wanted to ask, are you missing something? Maybe something you lost at say…a family skating night?” the weapons manufacturer asked, giving Peter a smirk. 

When his dad’s voice responded after a beat it was hard and dangerous. 

Hammer kept smiling. “It’s simple, all I want is the blueprints for those micro drones you’ve been building at SI, yes I know all about them… I’m being generous here. After all, you ruined me Tony. In all honesty I should ruin you. Starting with the mini-me. But I think a trade could be more lucrative for both of us, hmm?”

There was a hint of desperation in the tone of Tony’s voice over the phone, but it was decently disguised with protective steel. 

“I’d hate to make a mess. The drone plans. Three hours from now at the email address I’ll be sending you,” Hammer said before cutting the call.

“Those drones are for finding ocean pollution,” Peter growled, having recovered some of his motor control in his jaw, “Not weapons. Not spying.’”

Hammer sighed as if Peter was a very young, very stupid child. “See Pete- can I call you Pete?” 

“ No. ”

“You see Pete, that’s the problem with you Starks, you always think too small,” Hammer said, tapping his temple, “With tech like that so much is possible. Assassinations, high precision bombing, being able to spy on the inner sanctum of our enemies and  allies  with no one any wiser. And yet your father wants to use his miniature remote stealth drones to find trash.”

“You’re the one who isn’t smart enough to make his own designs. My dad’s an actual inventor who wants to make the world a better place. Unlike a cheating sleaze like you,” Peter retorted. 

“Do behave,” Hammer grabbed Peter’s chin roughly, forcing him to meet his cold eyes, “I’d hate to ruin that pretty face of yours, mini-Stark. This can be easy if you let it be.” 

Peter shuddered and jerked his face away, glaring at Hammer’s back as he walked away to join his goons at the other side of the room.

Searching his person, Peter was irritated to realize he didn’t have anything useful on him. His phone and Starkwatch had been removed, as expected. But frustratingly, both his shoes (which also have locators in the soles) and heavy winter clothing had been stripped away. At least that explained why he was absolutely freezing in an uninsulated metal warehouse. They could have at least left him his hat and gloves, the sadistic assholes. 

He was tied, ankles, wrists, and waist to a metal folding chair, talk about a cliché. Sure he could rip the ropes apart like wet tissue paper, but he wasn’t about to give away his spidery-ness to Hammer and two random thugs. Knowing the creepy businessman, that would lead to Peter being pursued as the next prototype for Hammer Industries’ bioweapons division. Which… Yikes. It’s bad enough that Norman Osborn was seemingly obsessed with Spider-Man, Peter doesn’t need another sociopathic CEO after him for his mutation. 

The only real saving grace is that Tony was likely already working on tracking him with FRIDAY and Karen. No one outside of the family seemed to realize that not only were all Peter’s dad’s AI’s sentient and sapient, they were also scarily omnipresent. If Hammer’s goons had gotten spotted by a single camera within New York City, FRIDAY or Karen could find them in a manner of minutes or hours. 

Good for the family, bad for pretty much anyone else. And also Peter when FRIDAY tattled to his dad about stuff he was trying to hide. At least Karen didn’t usually snitch unless he was really in a mess. She was cool like that. 

What it all boiled down to was that Peter was going to have to wait it out for his dad to find him.  And hope he didn’t freeze to death in the interim,  Peter thought to himself as his teeth chattered. Of all the times to get kidnapped it had to be a cold winter’s night. Didn’t villains do anything in the summer? At least he could feel his advanced healing working on his concussion, the world slowly coming back into focus and the pain fading to more bearable levels. 

With nothing to do or really focus on, Peter quickly lost track of how long it had been since he woke up. Between the concussion and the cold sinking further into his bones with every moment it was easier to retreat inwards and not deal with the world around him. Probably not the smartest or healthiest thing to do, but his dropping body temperature was making it very hard to want to stay in the present. At some point it occurred to him through his constant shivering that he couldn’t really feel his toes anymore. 

“We’re getting closer to the deadline boss, and Stark hasn’t sent the files yet. Are you sure this is gonna pan out for us?” the deep voice startled Peter to wakefulness and he was disoriented for a moment, unsure if he’d passed out again or fallen asleep.

Hammer tapped his foot as he scoffed at his goons. “Of course he will. You don’t know Tony Stark like I do. He loves that snot nosed brat.”

“Yeah but why wouldn’t he have just sent the plans then?” the big thug questioned.

The smaller hired goon began to look nervous. “Hey you don’t think Stark was like…using the time to work his tech magic to try and find-”

Something burst through the roof at that moment, spraying debris and concrete dust everywhere, and Peter felt himself sag in relief as the familiar whine of repulsors filled the air. His dad was here.

Iron Man didn’t waste any time dispatching goons one and two. The one with the call jammer went down to a well placed repulsor blast while the big one received a rocket power punch to the jaw moments later. Both went down hard with shouts that trailed off into groans of pain.

Unfortunately even that minimal distraction of the hired help gave Hammer enough time to draw a pistol from his waistband and scramble towards Peter in the chaos. By the time Tony looked over at them, Hammer had a fist full of Peter’s hair and the cold metal of the gun was kissing the side of his head. Peter felt a cold rush of fear run through him at the feeling. He’d faced a lot of guns as Spider-Man, but this was the first time he’d ever had one against his head as Peter Stark.  

Maybe he should have been taking Hammer more seriously. 

“Get away from my son,” Iron Man’s metallic voice was cold fury.

“Tony, how nice of you to drop in. No, I don’t think I will actually,” Hammer said conversationally, but the slight tremor Peter could feel in his hands gave away his fear. 

With the gun right up against Peter’s temple, there wasn’t much of an opening for his dad to take advantage of. Hammer was also being smart for once and using his hostage as a human shield, crouching down slightly behind Peter and the chair he was tied to. There wasn’t a clear shot to take, even with the Iron Man suit. 

“Put the gun down Hammer, it’s over.”

“I’m still going to go with no. Seeing as you didn’t like my first offer, let’s try a new one,” the villain said with a faux charming smile that barely held up, “I take the kiddo for a little get away ride while you stay here and everyone lives, or you can try to attack me and I’ll blow the kids brains out. Not a bad deal, eh? I’d take it if I were you.” 

Iron Man took a threatening step forward.“The only place you’re going is the deepest hole of a prison I can find to throw you in.” 

“Ah-ah-ah!” Hammer warned, shifting the hand in Peter’s hair to the side of the boy’s face, “I wouldn’t if I were you.” He wiggled the pistol in emphasis and gave Peter’s face a condescending cheek pinch.  

“You’re going to regret this. I’m going to burn you and your legacy to the ground,” Iron Man’s robotic growl said over the sound of repulsors charging up. 

“Are you sure you want to do this Tony? He’s a pretty cute kid, do you really want to see your son’s brains splattered on the floor?” When Hammer moved to creepily pet Peter’s face again, Peter lashed out at super human speed catching Hammer’s hand between his teeth. Then he bit down. Hard. 

Hard enough that he heard and felt Hammer’s metacarpals crack under the force. 

The man shrieked, ripping his broken hand from Peter’s jaws. “You bit me! What the actual fu-!”

That’s when Iron Man took advantage of the distraction. Tony rocketed forward to sock Hammer in the nose and yank the pistol from his grasp. The now twice disgraced businessman went down in a boneless heap of blood and broken cartilage. 

Peter glared down at Hammer in disgust. “Need t-to brush my teeth n-now.”

“Yeah, but that was a smart move buddy,” his dad said as he kneeled down to rip the ropes off of Peter. 

Peter shuddered from the cold and the sudden loss of adrenaline, letting himself fall into his dad’s waiting embrace. “G-Good teamw-work.” 

“It was, Bambi. Come on, let's get you home,” his dad scooped him up and usually Peter would protest (he was barely injured), but the humming armor was pleasantly warm under his cheek, “Jesus kiddo, you must be freezing.”

“Mhmm. N’ sleepy.” 

His dad set him back on the cold metal chair and Peter whined, but his dad shushed him as he returned with Peter’s shoes, jacket, hat and gloves. Tony helped him bundle back up, before picking him up again like a much younger child, making sure Peter could hide his face against the armor's neck. 

“Guess we’ll be needing that spider related medbay visit after all. Try and stay awake for a bit longer, okay?” his dad asked.

Peter hummed in response, trying to burrow into his dad’s armored chest. It really was a struggle not to fall asleep now that he was safe and slightly warmer, but he did his best. What felt like moments later the sound of sirens approaching reached Peter’s ears. By the time his dad had given the police a short statement and made sure they had Hammer well in hand, Peter was nodding off in the safety of his father’s arms.

 ---

 Peter drifted lazily to consciousness and noted that it was much more pleasant than the last time he had. He was wrapped in something soft and squished against something warm. Soft conversation from familiar voices floated over his head and he was content to lay there half awake for a while. At least until someone gently jostled him.

“Hey Pete, c’mon, it’s chow time. Gotta feed that metabolism.”

Peter whined and burrowed further into the warmth. Waking up a bit more he realized that he was actually burrowing into someone’s side. By the sound of the heartbeat under his ear and the smell of coffee and shop grease he deduced he was sleeping against his dad. Which made him even less inclined to get up. He was so comfy. He never wanted to move again.  

Except a very familiar and delicious smell tickled his sensitive nose. The distinct smell of his favorite style of pizza from his favorite shop grew stronger and Peter couldn’t resist wiggling out of his blankets at the tantalizing aroma. 

He cracked his eyes open and was met with the sight of their living room in the tower, the glimmering city sprawling out below them through the windows. His dad was looking down at him from where he was sitting half under Peter on the plush sofa and Pepper standing nearby with a soft smile.

“It lives,” his dad deadpanned as he hauled Peter into a sitting position. 

“More like, it’s hungry,” Pepper joked, setting the plate of pizza and a napkin on Peter’s lap. 

Peter mumbled a thank you and devoured two pieces in quick succession before he felt coherent enough to speak properly. Tony and Pepper just watched him with slight amusement. 

“Hammer?” Peter finally asked.

His dad’s eyes darkened. “Back where he belongs and likely to stay there for even longer with kidnapping and extortion charges on his rap sheet. I’m having him transferred to a higher security prison as soon as possible. This isn’t happening again.”

“How long was I out? Did I hibernate again?” Peter asked.

He hoped not. He had missed almost two weeks of school the first time it happened. 

“No, thankfully,” his dad said, “We cut it a little close, but no hibernating this time. And you were only asleep for about an hour. Dr. Cho already looked you over and prescribed blankets, warm food, and lots of cuddles.” 

Peter sighed with relief. “Cool. Next time you get the hot chocolate.”

“Works for me. I’m not letting you out of my sight for a while,” His dad said, squeezing Peter to his side and re-adjusting the blankets.  

Pepper plopped onto the couch and pulled another blanket over all three of them, and kicked her feet up. “Since our ice skating trip was ruined, how about a holiday movie, boys?”

“Anything but Elf,” Tony said instantly. 

“Home Alone 2?” Peter suggested with an impish grin. 

His dad just leaned down and sighed into his hair. “You little shit.”

Peter smooshed his face into his dad’s side to hide his grin as he let out a muffled, “You love me.”

“I do,” Tony said and grabbed the remote for the flat screen. 

“We both do,” Pepper added as she reached down to press a kiss to his hair. 

As the McCallister family scrambled around their home getting ready for their trip to Florida, Peter drifted off again to the sound of his parents chuckling and his dad’s gentle fingers in his hair.

@friendly-neighborhood-exchange

#irondad #irondad & spiderson #fanfiction #the friendly neighborhood exchange #gift fic

[biggestsimponhere]

A/N- no hate to Sharon I love her I just needed to use her,because she had the thing with him in civil war, also I am by no means a writer so this probably isn't even good. Also I will try to write things that are all different genders and non binary, just let me know what pronouns and what song : ).  This fanfic is based on “Fuck you” by CeeLo Green (sorry if this is bad I’m not very good at writing)

Warning: explicit language, drinking

Y/n = your name

Y/n/n = your nickname

Y/l/n = your last name

     We were all at one of Tony's parties again, he really likes to throw parties I guess. I've only been here for about three months but we've had a party every couple of weeks. I was looking across the bar at one thing, Steve Rogers, his perfect hair and how is shirt was just tight enough you could see his muscles through the shirt.

     But next to him was perfect Sharon Carter, her nice blond hair wavy and landing perfectly around her shoulders, the way her smile just lights up the room as they laugh and joke, and she playfully touches his arm. "Hey" a voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I turned to see Nat standing there, drink in hand. " Hey Nat" I finished off my drink and poured myself some more.

    " Are you just gonna keep drinking or are you gonna go talk to him" she said pouring herself more of whatever she was drinking " I don't know what, you're talking about Nat" I said biting my cheek " Please, Y/n we all know you like Steve, he's just to blind to notice" oh no she caught me, play it cool, play it cool " No I don't, why would I like him, there's no reason to" and with that she walked away and started to look for tony.

    I don't understand there obsession with trying to get me to admit to them that I like Steve. I mean am I really that obvious, I can't be, can I? No this is ridiculous, I need another drink. As I went to turn around I bumped into the one person I've been avoiding. "Oh hey Steve, didn't see you there" I said looking away trying to cover up the fact that I was now bright red. "I mean clearly or you wouldn't have bumped into me Y/n/n" he replied grabbing a glass of champagne from the tray. Why did he use the nickname he's gotta know that has an effect on me by now.

     "Y/n" someone called walking towards us, "Yes tony" I grabbed my glass of champagne from the counter and began drinking. "Come on, we set up a karaoke machine in the front, and you're gonna do it" he said pulling my arm. "Tony, I don't want to, I think I sound like a dying whale when I sing" I say while trying to pull my arm back. "Come on Y/n we both know that's not true, you sing while walking around the tower all the time" he said pulling my arm harder. "Fine tony but you owe me, Bye Steve" I said giving in to the pull on my arm. "Bye Y/n/n" he replied walking back towards Sharon, gross.

   "Yes you got her to agree, finally" Nat said pulling me to the front. Tony picked up the mic "Y/n's gonna go fist, so Y/n the floor's yours" I grabbed the mic from his hand, and picked up the song book and started looking for a song, as I was reading I looked up and saw Sharon and Steve, she was being all giggly and grabbing his arm. Forget about it, I looked back down at the song book and then stopped on the song "Fuck you" by CeeLo Green, perfect, I was a little tipsy right now, but who cares.

    After I leaned over and told the DJ my song choice, the music started up and I picked up the mic again. "I see you drivin' 'round town with the boy I love And I'm like, "Fuck you", I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough"  I started singing. I did however hear Nat say "I guess she chose some creative liberties with the song to make it fit her"

   "Hah, now ain't that some shit?" I sang them Wanda shouted from the crowd "Ain't that some shit?" I smiled then went back to singing, "And although there's pain in my chest, I still wish you the best" this time my eyes scanned the crowd while purposely trying not to look at Steve.

    "Yeah, I'm sorry, I can't afford a Ferrari, But that don't mean I can't get you there, I guess he's an Xbox and I'm more Atari, But the way you play your game ain't fair"  even though I tried to avoid it I did accidentally look right at Steve.  "I pity the fool that falls in love with you, Oh shit, she's a gold digger, Just thought you should know, Ooh, I've got some news for you, Yeah, go run and tell your little girlfriend" I then heard a "hell yeah" from the crowd and looked over to see Pietro and Sam cheering. I guess everyone really did know about my crush on Steve.

    I continued singing the song and ended up right back at the chorus. "I see you drivin' 'round town with the boy  I love And I'm like, "Fuck you" (Ooh, ooh, ooh) I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough I'm like, "Fuck you and fuck him, too", Said if I was richer, I'd still be with ya Hah, now ain't that some shit? (Ain't that some shit?), And although there's pain in my chest, I still wish you the best, With a, "Fuck you" (Oh, ooh, oooh)." Now with Sam, Wanda, Nat and Pietro filling in the background vocals. I finished the song while looking at Steve and Sharon.

    When I was finished I set down the mic and everyone was cheering I walked over to Wanda and Pietro, and grabbed another glass of champagne. "That was amazing Y/n, maybe Steve will get the message now" Pietro said leaning over the counter. "Get what" I heard from behind me and nearly choked on my drink. "None of your business Steve" I replied after clearing my throat. (Btw I almost put "nunya" here but decided against it 👹) " well I did hear my name, wouldn't that make it my business" he replied confused. "It could be or maybe we were just talking about you, which I think makes it none of your business" I gulped down the rest of my champagne.

    I started to walk away but Steve grabbed my wrist not harshly of course but squeezed enough to pull me to the counted. "Ever the gentleman, Steve" I nearly tripped on the stool, and he had to put his arm out to keep me from falling over. "Ok what's up with you, you've been acting like this all night, and we both know you wouldn't normally pick that song and then change the lyrics" he kept his arm on my shoulder steadying me. "Nothing is wrong Steve, I've gotta go" I started to walk away, hoping he wouldn't follow me but he did. I made it to my room before I tripped in my heels and he had to catch me. I opened my door and since he was still standing there nodded my head towards my room.

    We walked in and sat on the edge of my bed. "Seriously Y/n/n we've been friends for years, what's wrong, and don't say nothing again" he said grabbing my hand. "Nothings wrong, why are you even talking to me right now, why aren't you out there talking to Sharon" I replied yanking off my heels and walking into the bathroom that was attached to my room. "Is that what this is about, me hanging out with Sharon" he questioned, I walked back out in my pajamas and sat back on my bed.

    "I really don't know how much more obvious I can be about this steve" I replied pulling my covers back. "I still don't know what you're talking about Y/n/n" he replied, "Steve is it really that hard to see that I'm in lo- that I like you" I yanked my covers fully down and fluffed my pillows. "What did you just say" he moved closer "that I like you" I replied sitting down again " no before you said I like you" he said moving closer " what?" I said "you almost said that you're in love with me" he got even closer now "nuh uh I would never" I replied moving a little bit back " well that hurts Y/l/n because I'm definitely in love with you" he replied sitting next to me now.

      "What about Sharon freaking perfect carter" i said grabbing my water, "Sharon is not nearly as perfect as you and besides we're just friends" he said grabbing the water bottle he leaves in the room after we watch movies. "Besides Sharon doesn't really matter when I've always been in love with my best friend" I nearly choked on my water, "Did you just say you love me" I replied clearing my throat "No I meant Bucky, yes of course I mean you Y/n, I've been in love with you since the day you walked into the tower" he replied leaning closer "Well that's good because I love you too, Steve" I said leaning on closer. His eyes glanced down at my lips and I caught myself doing the same to him. "Can I kiss you Y/n" he said leaning closer "of course Steve" I replied leaning closer closing the gap between us  (consent is sexy guys and does not ruin the mood, everyone ask for consent) we finally kissed and it was amazing, after that we turned the tv on and cuddled while watching movies.

  The next morning we woke up to the sound of a camera snapping and the sight of all of our friends. I lifted my hands up because they turned on the lights. "What the hell are you guys doing in here" I said moving my blanket in front of my eyes. "We had to come check on you and we didn't see Steve in his room so we came in here and found you and Stevie boy here cuddled so I made Pietro get the camera so I could take a picture of it" Nat said moving the blanket from your face. "Wonderful, now can y'all leave I'm tired" I said cuddling back into Steve's side. " I guess but we will be back later lovebirds, and Y/n I want all the details" Wanda said ushering everyone out of the room, steve and I quickly fell back asleep.

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#marvel #the avengers #steve #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #mcu fanfiction #fanfic #marvel fanfic #tony stark #sharon carter #pietro maximoff #wanda maximoff #black widow #natahsa romanoff

[wiypt-writes]

Stark Spangled Banner

Ch37: Fourteen Million, Six Hundred And Five Part 1- Wakanda Forever.

Intro: Thor, Rocker and Groot arrive on Nidevallir and the god quickly realises something is wrong. Meanwhile, on Titan, Tony is trying desperately to rally the rest of the Guardians into some sort of organised unit, whilst in Wakanda it isn’t the organisation that the rest of the Avengers is having issues with…

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: So I HAD to write Thor and Tony’s POV over the IW chaptres too, because, frankly, they had some of THE best scenes in Infinity War, and I love that freaking Norse God Himbo and chaotic Stark chemistry so bad! I know this is Katie and Steve’s fic, but Steve had so little screen time in this film all things considered…we were so robbed!!! @angrybirdcr​ once again, beautiful editing!

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 36 Part 2

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Oh how Thor missed his hammer! How had it all gone so terribly wrong? He’d left Earth and his friends three years ago to go hunting those wretched stones and had failed, miserably. Now his Father was dead, his brother was dead, Heimdel was dead, half his people were dead. His home planet was gone, he only had one eye, and if he didn’t stop Thanos then his friends on Earth weren’t going to fare much better than the ones on Asgard had.

He chewed the inside of his cheek, his left knee jiggling a little bit with nervous anticipation as his mind flickered to Little Stark and the Captain. He wondered how they’d been getting on, how the few years post their marriage had been for them, whether there were any Little Little Starks or Little Caps roaming around…

“So, dead brother, huh?” Thor looked up to see the rabbit was stood a few feet away, pressing buttons on a screen as he spoke. “Yeah that can be annoying.”

“Well, he’s been dead before.”  Thor huffed. "But this time, I think it really might be true.”

“And you said that your sister and your dad…”

“Both dead." 

"You guys still got a mom, though?” The Rabbit pressed.

“Killed by a dark elf.” Thor replied, monotonously.

“Best friend?”

“Stabbed through the heart.”

“And you sure you’re up for this particular murder mission?” Rocket asked, frowning slightly.

“Absolutely!” Thor forced a smile, as he looked at the animal “Rage and vengeance, anger, loss, regret. They’re all tremendous motivators. They really clear the mind. So I’m err, good to go.” He nodded firmly, making a fist.

"Yeah, but this is Thanos we’re talking about he’s the toughest there is.”

“Well, he’s never fought me.” Thor deadpanned.

“Yeah, he has.” Rocket shrugged, and Thor took a deep breath.

“Well, he’s never fought me twice. And I’ll be getting a new hammer, don’t forget.”

“Well, it’d better be some hammer.”

There was a pause before Thor took a breath.

“You know, I’m fifteen hundred years old,” he began, looking at nothing in particular as he pondered over things. "I’ve killed twice as many enemies and every enemy I have faced would have rather killed me, but none succeeded. I am only still alive because fate wants me to be.” At that point he paused and couldn’t help but smile at a conversation he had had with the Captain about fate bringing him and Little Stark together. The Captain didn’t believe in fate, but he did. "Thanos is just the latest in a long line of bastards, and he’ll be the latest to feel my vengeance.” Thor nodded firmly as he concluded. “Fate wills it so." 

"Mhm.” Rocket hummed hesitating, but he knew he had to ask, “And what if you’re wrong?”

“Well if I’m wrong, what else could I lose?” Thor sniffed, and wiped at the tear that had escaped from his eye before he headed to the front of the pod to take a seat.

“Well, if fate does want you to kill that crap-sack, you’re gonna need more than one stupid eyeball.” Rocket held out his paw as he headed to the seat in front of Thor.

“What’s this?” Thor frowned, eyeing the object that the rabbit had given him.

“What’s it look like? Some jerk lost a bet with me in Contraxia.”

“He gave you his eye in return?” Thor frowned.

“No, he gave me a hundred credits. I snuck into his room later that night and stole his eye.”

“Thank you, sweet rabbit.” Thor smiled, pulling the patch off of his left eye to push the eyeball into the socket.

Rocket grimaced. “Ooh, errr, I would’ve washed that before, erm…” He swallowed and shook his head.  “The only way I could sneak it off Contraxia was up my-” He was cut off as an alarm started. “Hey we’re here.”

Thor frowned as he stood up to get a closer look out of the front of the pod. “I don’t think this thing works,” he slapped at the side of his head, his new eye spinning in the socket. “Everything seems dark.”

“That’s not the eye.” Rocket took a deep breath as they all stared out of the cockpit at the black sky and surrounding area in space.

They docked and slowly made their way off the pod and carefully made their walked across the dark terrain of the planet.

“I hope these dwarves are better at forging than they are at cleaning.” Rocket looked around at the junk that lay all over the place as Thor glanced over the deserted area, a puzzled expression on his face. “Hey, maybe they realized they live in a junk pile in the middle of space.”

"The forge hasn’t gone dark in centuries.” Thor shook his head. No, he could feel it. Something was very, very wrong.

“You said Thanos had a gauntlet, right?” Rocket stopped walking.

“Yes. Why?” Thor asked, searching the sky. For what he didn’t know.

“Did it look anything like that?”

Thor turned and looked over to where Rocket was pointing and his blood ran cold as he saw, sitting upon one of the stone tables, a mould for the gauntlet Thanos was wearing when he attacked his ship. Suddenly, realisation washed over him.

Thanos had been here. And that wasn’t good. At all. In fact it was about as far from good as anything could be. 

“I am Groot?”

“Go back to the pod.” Thor commanded before something struck him hard and he went flying through the air as Rocket and Groot scattered in the opposite direction.

Thor pushed himself up, and turning round, he saw the large mass coming towards him. Scrambling backwards he fell against something, hard and held his hands up, palms open in a placating manner.

“Eitri, wait!” He called loudly. “Stop! It’s me!”

"Thor?” The Dwarf paused, fist still raised as Thor gave a node. “Is that you?”

There was a pause and the Dwarf dropped his hand slightly. Thor swallowed and looked up at him, taking a deep breath. “What happened here?” The god asked.

“You were supposed to protect us!” the Dwarf cried, his voice cracking “Asgard was supposed to protect us!”

“Asgard is destroyed,” Thor choked out, getting to his feet. He pointed to the gauntlet on the table. “Eitri the glove, what did you do?”

Eitri let out a shuddering breath as he stumbling over to a wall and fell heavily upon it, sliding down to the floor. “Three hundred dwarves lived on this ring. I thought if I did what he asked, they’d be safe. I made what he wanted. A device capable of harnessing the power of the stones. And he killed everyone anyway. All except me. ‘Your life is yours,’ he said. 'But your hands…your hands are mine alone.’” With that the dwarf raised both his hands and Thor felt his eyes widen as he saw they were covered in in metal from the forge.

Thor paused, but then he shook his head. No, this wouldn’t do. He needed a new hammer. There had to be a way.

Even in the word can’t there’s the word can…

Little Stark’s voice echoed in his head, a line he had heard her say once to Barton just before the archer had thrown a pop tart at her head. Man he would kill for a pop tart right now. 

But no, she was right. He wasn’t giving up

“Eitri, this isn’t about your hands”. Thor shook his head. “Every weapon you’ve ever designed, every axe, hammer, sword it’s all inside your head. Now I know it feels like all hope is lost. Trust me, I know. But together, we can kill Thanos.”

***** Tony, Peter and Dr Strange had arrived on Titan. But they were greeted with a not-so-welcoming party. After a bit of a struggle, Tony had some blue faced dude on his back, repulsor raised whilst one of the other guys had Parker in a headlock, gun pointed at his head. As they faced off against each other, the man pointing the gun at Peter spoke.

“Alright, everybody, stay where you are, chill the eff out.” His helmet disappeared to reveal a dark haired man, his eyes darted across the three of them. “I’m gonna ask you this one time. Where’s Gamora?” What the fuck? 

Tony gave a groan of exasperation as he removed his helmet and looked at the man. “Yeah, I’ll do you one better. Who’s Gamora?” “I’ll do you one better!” The man under Tony’s foot spoke “Why is Gamora?”

”Tell me where the girl is, or I swear to you, I’m gonna French-fry this little freak.” The man tightened his hand on Parker and Tony felt his temper snap.

“Let’s do it! You shoot my guy, I blast him. Let’s go!” He yelled, extended his nano-tech cannon and pointing it straight at the guys face.

“Do it, Quill! I can take it.” The man snarled at him. 

Jesus Christ it was like arguing with Rogers.

“No, he can’t take it!” The woman with the strange antennae insisted.

 “She’s right. You can't.” Dr Strange but in, completely deadpan, his tone bored.

“Oh yeah? You don’t wanna tell me where she is? That’s fine. I’ll kill all three of you and beat it out of Thanos myself.” The man they now knew to be Quill glanced at Parker. “Starting with you.”

 “Wait, what. Thanos?” Before Tony could say anything, Strange beat him to it. “Alright, let me ask you this one time, what master do you serve?”

”What master do I serve?” Quill looked at him, sarcasm dripping from his voice and body language. “What am I supposed to say, Jesus?”

“You’re from Earth?” Tony looked at him, suddenly cottoning on.

“I’m not from Earth. I’m from Missouri”

“Yeah, that’s on Earth, dip-shit.” Tony spat, with the tone of someone talking to a very, very stupid person, which in all fairness he appeared to be doing. “What are you hassling us for?”

“So, you’re not with Thanos?”  Parker spoke for the first time.

“WITH Thanos?!” Quill scoffed indignantly “No, I’m here to kill Thanos! He took my girl. Wait… who are you?”

“We’re the Avengers, man.” Parker remoeved his helmet and mask.

“Oh” Quill relaxed his hold a little.

“You’re the ones Thor told us about!” The bug looking woman exclaimed excitedly. 

“You know Thor?” Tony whipped round to face her, barely keeping the excitement out of his voice. They could use Point Break, man could they use him!

 “Yeah. Tall guy, not that good-looking,” Quill sniffed as Parker gave him an incredulous look, “needed saving.”

 Dr Strange paused before he asked the question Tony was dying to know the answer to. “Where is he now?”

“Took my pod, my food, my rucksack and went off to find a new hammer to kill Thanos with.” Quill shrugged as he released Parker completely. Dr Strange and Tony exchanged a crestfallen look. It didn’t appear like they were going to get any help from Thor where they were but maybe, just maybe, the rest of the Avengers would.

As they were now allies of sorts, the group all introduced themselves properly and Quill began to walk around the ground, holding out some kind of scanner, or spirit measure, Tony wasn’t sure which.

“What the heck happened to this planet? Its eight degrees off its axis.” He muttered “Gravitational pull is all over the place.”

In the background Mantis was jumping up and down, floating higher than she should have been able to, almost as if she was jumping on some trampoline. Tony watched her for a second before an idea formed in his mind.

“Yeah, we got one advantage. He’s coming to us. We’ll use it.” He said, firmly. “All right, I have a plan” he looked round at the group, “or at least the beginnings of one. It’s pretty simple. We draw him in, pin him down, get what we need. Definitely don’t wanna dance with this guy. We just want the gauntlet.”

At that Drax gave a loud yawn and Tony glared at him.

 “Are you yawning? In the middle of this, while I’m breaking it down? Huh? Did you hear what I said?”

“I stopped listening after you said we need a plan.” Drax shrugged honestly

“Okay, Mr. Clean is on his own page.” Tony looked at Quill for help.

“See, not winging it, isn’t really what they do” Quill pulled a face, almost apologetically.

“Uh, what exactly is it that they do?” Parker asked.

“Kick names, take ass.” Mantis replied with all the ferocity of an eight week old kitten.

“Yeah, that’s right” Drax nodded as he settled into a stance, facing the remaining Avengers.

Right there Tony took it all back. This was nothing like trying to deal with Rogers.

Cap was a stubborn son-of-a-bitch, but he was smart. He would listen and would get them to listen too. As Tony paused, for the first time in ages actually wishing Rogers was in front of him, an expression of deep hopelessness crossed his face before he spoke again “Alright, just get over here, please. Mr. Lord, can you get your folks to circle up?”

“Mr. Lord, Star-Lord is fine.” Quill motioned to Drax and Mantis to come and listen.

“We gotta coalesce.” Tony tried again in a softer voice. “ Cause if all we come at him with is a plucky attitude…”

“Dude, don’t call us plucky. We don’t know what it means.” Quill shook his head, and internally Tony died a little more. Alright, we’re optimistic, yes. I like your plan. Except it sucks, so let me do the plan, and that way it might be really good.”

“Tell him about the dance-off to save the universe.” Drax interjected.

“What dance-off?” Tony frowned.

“It’s not a… it’s not… it’s nothing” Quill shook his head.

“Like in Footloose, the movie?” Parker interjected.

“Exactly like Footloose!” Quill looked at him excitedly “Is it still the greatest movie in history?

“It never was.” 

“Don’t encourage this, alright?” Tony rounded on the kid as Quill wore an expression that looked like the wind had been completely sucked out of his sails. “We’re getting no help from Flash Gordon here”.

“Flash Gordon? By the way, that’s a compliment. Don’t forget, I’m half human” Quill pointed at Tony and Peter “So that fifty-percent of me that’s stupid? That’s a hundred-percent you.”

“Your math is blowing my mind.” Tony deadpanned.

“Excuse me, but…” Mantis spoke, and Tony looked at her, before his attention was taken by Strange and he frowned again. “Does your friend often do that?

The Wizard was sitting cross-legged, floating slightly above the ground, his hands poised in a mystic gesture with the Time Stone glowing brightly in the pendant round his neck. Green vapour like energy swirled around him, his cloak billowing behind, as if caught on a breeze. His head was jerking rapidly from side to side, the motion blurring, but almost like he was looking for something.

 Tony stepped towards him “Strange! We alright?”

 Suddenly, Strange snapped out of his trance and fell forward, letting out a cry. Tony gently caught him.

“You’re back. You’re alright”

 “Hey, what was that?” Parker asked.

 “I went forward in time to view alternate futures,” Strange panted slightly as he caught his breath, looking at Tony, eyes wide, “to see all the possible outcomes of the coming conflict.

 “How many did you see?” Quill asked

 “Fourteen million, six hundred and five.”

 Tony wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to the next question, but he asked it anyway. “How many did we win?

There was a pregnant pause as Dr Strange stared intently at him for a moment before he took a deep breath and looked Tony straight in the eyes. “One.”

*****

"How are we looking, Bruce?” Natasha spoke nto the coms device glancing back over her shoulder, prompting Katie to do the same, where she could see Bruce running behind the hovercrafts in the giant Hulk buster suit. He’d been unable to get the Hulk to come out, sheepishly explaining they were having issues, so Steve had suggested calmly as everyone else had almost had a meltdown, that this was the next best thing.

“Yeah, I think I’m getting the hang of it,” Bruce responded sounding excited, “it’s so amazing! Man it’s like being the Hulk without actually…” He was cut off as he tripped over a piece of rock jutting out of the ground and crashed to the floor. Katie sighed and turned her attention back out across the vast Wakandan land.

“I’m ok. I’m ok!”

“Steve,” Katie swallowed, catching her husband’s attention. He turned to look at her over his shoulder, but she found she didn’t really know what she wanted to say. She was worried, scared, underprepared.

“I know.” Steve responded with a soft voice, instantly understanding her, he always did. He reached round to pull her to him, his left arm over her shoulder, trying to lend her some comfort as they continued their journey, the wind whipping their hair as they sped across the planes.

Eventually the hovercrafts began to slow before they came to a stop, the Wakandan warriors easily jumping off the side of the craft and falling into line. Steve hopped down, turning to Katie, both his hands on her waist as she jumped and he lifted her down, her feet landing on the dry, brown grass of the Serengeti that stretched for miles around them.

"Alright I’ve got two heat signatures breaking through the treeline.” Rhodey informed from high above. Instantly, Steve and Katie’s eyes flew upwards to watch him zooming overhead as T'Challa in his panther suit led them all to the centremost group where the Wakandans had started up a war chant.

“Thank you for standing with us.” The king spoke to a large man dressed in furs getting his own block ready for battle. The man said something in their language shaking T'Challa’s hand, before the king looked back at the barrier and the ships surrounding it and then turned to Steve who nodded. Katie took a deep breath and pressed the star on her bangle. The nano-particles spread up her arm, across her chest and down, encasing her completely in her suit.  

Steve’s eyebrow raised at the action. “So that’s new.” He quipped, a sideways smile spreading across his face and Katie shrugged.

“Nano-tech, apparently.” She engaged her helmet and began running her scanners. “I can’t get a lock on what’s in those ships though.”

“Well, let’s go find out.” Steve suggested gently, and along with Natasha and T’Challa, they headed to the edge of the dome. The tall, blue haired woman they had grappled with in Edinburgh was there with a huge beast they hadn’t seen before, one of the ones that had attacked New York. As they watched, she drew her sword across the force field which fizzled as she tested the strength, cocking her head to the side.

“Where’s your other friend?” Katie asked her and Steve almost rolled his eyes at her deliberate dig. The woman glared at her.

“You will pay for his life with yours. Thanos will have that stone.”

“That’s not gonna happen.” Steve’s voice remained even, not a threat as such, simply a statement, as he raised his chin and looked her straight in the face.

T’Challa, however, was much more aggressive as he spoke and Katie looked at him, surprised by the normally mild mannered man’s fierce tone.

“You are in Wakanda now.” He glared at their foes. “Thanos will have nothing but dust and blood.”

“We have blood to spare.” The Woman smirked a little as she brandished her sword with a snarl. Behind her, the ships started raising their outer hulls.

Knowing that was about as much a conversation as they were getting, and as much of one as he wanted, Steve gestured with his head and the four of them made their way back. Steve made sure Katie and Natasha were in front of him, just in case, and every so often he threw a glance over his shoulder as the ships continued to open.

“They surrender?” Bucky asked as Steve took up his place at his best friend’s side, Katie falling in line to Steve’s right.

“Not exactly.” Steve huffed.

Katie glanced round Steve over to Bucky and nodded to the gun in his hand “Sure you can handle that, sweetheart?”

Steve let out a snort and his mouth curved into a grin as he recalled Bucky saying the same thing to her almost two years previously. Bucky gave a bark of a laugh and winked at Katie who raised an eyebrow, smirking. Then the three of them turned their attention back to the edge of the dome and, as they watched, a horde of what looked like mutated dogs rushed through the trees and foliage, heading straight for the barrier.

T'Challa began to chant with his army, repeating the war-cry loudly, as the blue horned woman thrust her sword down and the creatures rushed forward smashing themselves into the barrier without care.

“What the hell?” Bucky muttered watching the creatures try to force themselves in, but every limb and body part that passed through the field ended up being cut off.

“Looks like we pissed her off.” Nat pointed out.

“Just a little.” Katie turned her head to look at her.

Steve remained still, observing, sizing up his opponent as ever, not flinching an inch even when he spotted that some of the creatures managed to get halfway through before they were cut in half. 

“They’re killing themselves.” Okoye breathed in shock as the creatures carried on.

The front line of the blocks of warriors quickly raised their shields when they noticed a small handful of the creatures had actually managed to get through, their badly burnt bodies cantering across the plains towards them. With a command from T'Challa the army began firing weapons at a few that drew near.

“Honey.” Steve turned to Katie, taking a deep breath. He didn’t want her to leave his side but they needed all the fire power they had. With a nod, and a quick squeeze of his hand, she engaged her helmet and launched herself into the air.

She drew up alongside Sam, who turned his head to grin at her as she sped alongside him. Despite the situation, she couldn’t help but put herself into a little twirl, allowing the euphoria at being up there again, fully suited after so long, to take her away for a moment. But then, it was down to business and the two of them began to work in tandem, dropping missiles and bombs at the stragglers.

“You see the teeth on those things?” Sam’s astonished voice said

“Alright, Kiddo, let’s go. Back up, Sammy,” Rhodey warned, as he flew along the edge of the dome, dropping more bombs on the creatures that were still partially getting through, “you’ll get your wings singed.”

Katie surged forward, taking the opposite side of the dome, engaging her shoulder cannons, blasting away the ones underneath, but then FRIDAY locked onto some of the creatures on either end of the swarm who had begun to make their way further from the main pile running along the outside of the barrier that circled the city.

“They’re spreading out!” Katie called in warning.

“Cap, if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us,” Bruce echoed, “there’s nothing between them and Vision.”

“Then we better keep them in front of us.” Steve responded calmly, his gaze not once faltering as he simply watched the edge of the dome.

“How do we do that?” Okoye scoffed.

“We open the barrier,” T’Challa replied with resolve. Steve turned to look at him, taking a deep breath. “On my signal, open Northwest Section Seventeen.”

“Requesting confirmation my king…you said open the barrier?”

“On my signal.” He confirmed his instructions.

Steve lifted his arms, engaging the shields that T’Challa had given him, as Sam and Katie continued to circle high up, shooting a few more strays before they flew over the assembled troops, hovering and waiting for the command.  

T’Challa stepped forward before the armies, crossing his arms before his chest. “Wakanda forever!” he cried out.

“Wakanda forever!” was the answering shout from his people before they all took off running for the barrier.

“NOW!” T'Challa shouted into his communicator, and a small portion of the barrier opened, allowing the creatures to spill.

Steve ran with T’challa, the pair of them forging ahead of the running army at super speed as they sprinted in unison. Upon reaching a shallow stream, they both launched themselves up and over, propelling themselves at the creatures and from there the battle was on.

Katie was swooping, shooting, diving, taking out as many of the creatures as she could. The weapons upgrades Tony had made were amazing-she had the ability to turn her gauntlet into a sword of sorts, she had a shield, guns…you name it and FRIDAY was on hand to remind her exactly what she had and automatically use them when needed. All in all, it was the best Supernova suit her brother had ever developed, and she felt hopeful that his latest Iron Man one would be good enough to keep him safe wherever he was.

Steve, meanwhile, was hammering the pointed end of his shields into any of the creatures that came near enough. Bucky was gunning down those that came towards him, the Wakandan Warriors were using their spears and guns. The animals weren’t hard to take down, a decent hook or shot to the head did it, but they were persistent and there was so damned many of them…

“How much longer, Shuri?” T'Challa’s voice rang in Steve’s ear as he kicked another one of the animals straight in the mouth sending it flying.

“We’ve barely begun, brother!”

“You might want to pick up the pace!” T’Challa urged.

“Please do…” Steve found himself muttering as he pounded another of the creatures, feeling its scull crush beneath his knuckles.

*****

Thor had managed to get the Forge started again, using the pod and a large rope to pull the stuck rings into a spin, but then the iris had snapped, leaving nothing for it. He had to open it himself.

“All-fathers, give me strength.” He mumbled as he rolled his shoulders preparing to grab either side of the iris.

“You understand, boy?” Eitri warned. “You’re about to take the full force of a star. It’ll kill you.”

“Only if I die.” Thor cracked his neck as he took a deep breath. He had to survive, fate willed it, he was going to kill Thanos.  

”Yes. That’s what…killing you means.” Eitri frowned, utterly boggled at Thor’s words.

Thor pulled down on the two levers, bringing them towards him and the iris began to open. The stream of pure, stellar energy blasted past him and into the forge once more. Thor grit his teeth as the force of the full beam of the star burned through him, like nothing he had ever felt before.

“Hold it! Hold it, Thor!”

The metal ingots began to melt and Thor let out a yell as he felt his skin burning, until he could hold it no more and his grip slipped. He fell down into the forge, bouncing limply off a structure and landing on the floor, harshly as Rocket, who had followed in the pod, grimaced. The thud Thor’s body made as it landed was enough to make Groot look up from his game.

“Thor! Say something. Come on. Thor, you okay?” Rocket asked, looking at the god who appeared as far from okay as you could get.

Eitri was clumsily and urgently pulling the mould, which was still glowing red hot. onto the floor. He broke it loose from the frame, punching it with his metal fists to free the axe head.

“I think he’s dying!” Rocket stuttered, looking up urgently for help

“He needs the axe!” Eitri said, frantically “Where’s the handle? Tree, help me find the handle!”

As the two sides of the axe head lay glowing on the floor, Groot looked sadly at Thor, as Eitri was desperately searchin for the handle. Then, realising he could help, the tree scowled with determination and stood, extending his fingers towards the parts of the axe-head, growing them at extraordinary speed. As he twined them around the metal, he cried out at the burning pain but didn’t hesitate, slamming them together and locking them permanently into one structure by winding the growing vines around them. He raised it high above his head and, with a mighty cry, chopped his extended arm with the other hand to sever it.

Thor lay motionless, but then his fingers twitched, and the new weapon levitated in a crackle of lightning echoed by the sparks between the God’s fingers…

***** Chapter 37 Part 2

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[thedramaclubs]

We look to you

Summery: Roman and Virgil are at the Applebee’s enjoying their so called “date” but mrs Greene comes in

Ships: Logicality, Prinxiety, demus/dukeceit

When they’re singing

Virgil-purple

“So I save all my money and I go to New York every summer and see as many broadway shows as I can and when I run out of money... I second act”

“Really?” Roman chucked to himself cause he couldn’t believe Virgil would do that

“Yeah, well my point is that I’ve seen you many times. I missed “Eleanor” though” Roman looked away and his voiced changed to an old lady’s

“You didn’t miss a thing”

Virgil then became very anxious about what happened to Romans voice “Are you choking?!”

“No, no that is the voice I used as Eleanor.” Virgil let out a big sigh of relief

“Ooh, well it’s uncanny.” At that moment, Mrs Greene and one of her friends came in

“Oh Mr Hawkins!”

“Mrs Greene.”

Roman sat their and put his hand out to shake hers

“Hello I’m Roman Allen we haven’t officially met”

“We’re aware. You and your friends know nothing about us about our town, out peopleamd yet you feel justify to tell us what to do. It convinces me to me Ignorance is your stuck in trait!”

“Mr Allen is a tony award winning Broadway Star.”

“Well I suggest he stick to to acting clearly he is a much more compelling personality when someone’s tells him where to stand and what to say.” Mrs Greene and her fiend left Virgil and Roman alone.

“Sorry about that. You have to understand this town has been through a lot. We had an auto parts close down due to outs arcing. Lots of families were upset. The biggest industry now is the prison and its hard to get a job there and you pick a strange time for a visit.”

Roman then started to feel bad cause he felt like he made things bad. “I didn’t mean to make things worse. We just thought that by helping this one boy we could make the world a better place.”

“Hey I appreciate that. Listen people are angry and scared, powerless when ever that happens you look for a scapegoat not that I’m making any excuse for her....” Virgil pointed I. The direction Mrs Greene left and Roman just didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

“Let’s just drop it.” It got quiet

“You know I’ve never said this before to someone but.......tel me about you.”

Virgil laughed a little.

“About me? Well...I don’t know I’m a small town principal. It does get frustrating but at least I have a job. Single.”

Roman eyes widened at what he just heard.

“I’m sorry.”

“Well I’m single just putting that out there.” Roman was surprised by that statement

“Why? You’re so smart and....really good-looking.” The two of them blushed a little.

“Um I’m also single happily divorced”

“I read about that, Eddie Sharp from the talk show”

“That’s right. It lasted 15 heart-pulverizing years that little parasite. He’s got a hit tv show and he’s still bleeding me dried. I just hate his money sucking guts!” Roman started mashing his food like it was eddies face

“Well I never liked his show.”

Roman chuckled “Well, it seems like we have a few things in common you and I”

“I don’t think so I’m just an ordinary guy and your a Broadway Star.”

Roman looked away “Well...since broadway is changing and I’m getting older...not old just older....should I just quit?”

“No please you can’t do that.”

“Why?”

“I....Need you to keep doing what you do”

🎶My days have little glamour writing memos making calls and wincing at the grammar at the bathroom walls🎶

🎶It’s all school supplies and budget size and waiting through red tape, that’s why I love the theater it’s how I escape🎶

“So theater is a distraction is that what your saying”

“Distractions are momentary, and escape helps you heal”

🎶We look to you to take us away from the soul crushing jobs and emaculating pay🎶

🎶When our lives come up short and our hopes are sad and few you wisk us off to some place strange and new🎶

🎶We look to you in good times and bad the worlds you create make a the real ones seem less sad🎶

🎶The curtain goes up and ever now and then it feels as if we’re coming home again, yes coming home again🎶

🎶We need a place to run too when everything goes wrong🎶

🎶When the answer to each problem it to burst into a song🎶

🎶And standard rules of logic just simply don’t apply when people dance in unison and no one wonders why🎶

Roman was in a trance of how he described it with Virgils soothing voice

“You make it sound so beautiful”

🎶We look to you as strange as it seems when reality goes to scary new extremes🎶

🎶So don’t ever give up and this I guaranteed🎶

🎶next time you think no one cares🎶

🎶you can looked to me🎶

Virgil and Roman were holding hands across the table

“Thank you that means a lot”

“No thank you”

People to tag/ @artissijules @patt-off @frogsandcookies @icantthinkofacreativeurl @purplestarrystars @actingonimpulse

I have a headache but I still manage to write this one more chapter and we’ll be at the end of act 1

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #sanders sides the prom au #logicality #prinxiety #demus #dukeceit #livy writes

[whumphoarder]

Death by Waffles

Summary: When Tony decides to adopt a cat for Morgan, Peter is almost more excited about it than the six-year-old. He just failed to mention one minor issue before coming to visit at the lake house for the weekend.

Or, in which Peter is horrifically allergic to cats but JUST LOVES THEM SO MUCH.

Word count: 1,638

Genre: Fluff, slight whump, humor

A/N: Thanks to @xxx-cat-xxx & @sallyidss for beta reading and giving me ideas! 

Link to read on Ao3

“I still think we should have called him Winston Furrchill,” Tony says with a shrug, watching Peter, who’s sitting cross legged on the living room floor, grinning ear-to-ear, stroking the long-haired cat’s fur.

“That’s so boorrring, Daddy,” Morgan complains. She grabs the little feather teaser and dangles it in front of the cat’s face. He lifts a paw lazily to bat at it. “All your ideas were so boring.”

“What are you talking about?” Tony balks at her, eliciting giggles from Peter and a dramatic groan from the six-year-old. “My ideas were gold. Mr. Meowgi. Bill Clawsby. Genghis Khat.”

Peter snaps once and shoots a finger gun Tony’s direction. “Luke Skywhisker!” he throws in, causing Morgan to groan. “Ooh! Call him Nick Furr-y!”

“No! His name is Waffles!” Morgan exclaims, throwing up her hands in exasperation and causing the kitty in question to dart across the room and dive into his favorite hiding place—the cardboard box that his brand new, untouched, three-hundred-dollar cat tree came in. Tony just rolls his eyes; it’s behavior like this that makes him almost regret spending the last four days in the workshop designing that damn feline an elaborate catwalk and perch system spanning every room of the lake house.

(Almost.)

Morgan sticks her lip out in a pout.

“Aw, Mo, we were just teasing,” Peter says, patting her arm with a kind smile. “Waffles is a great name—I love it.”

That seems to console her. She grins back at him. “It’s ‘cus when we brought him home, he was really scared the first day and he just wanted to hide under my bed. So Daddy said I could eat breakfast in my room with him so he’d feel safer, but then I had to go to the bathroom and when I was gone he stole my waffle,” she rambles.

Peter quirks an eyebrow. “Your cat ate a waffle?”

Morgan nods. “Uh-huh, and then he puked it up again on the carpet!” she explains cheerfully.

“Ah yes, fond memories…” Tony mutters.

“So I named him Waffles,” Morgan concludes. “But I almost called him Syrup, ‘cus he got that on his paws when he walked on the plate, and then he ran around everywhere and it was all sticky. Mommy says that’s why we got ants after.”

While Peter snorts out a laugh, Tony just runs a hand over his face and sighs. “It’s been a long week.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet,” Peter laughs, rubbing a hand at his eyes. He uncrosses his legs and gets to his feet to walk over to the box where Morgan is trying to lure Waffles out again. “I always wanted a cat, but May never let me get one—said they were too much hassle.”

“They are,” Tony says emphatically.

“Are not,” Morgan disagrees. As Peter sits down by the box, she picks up the bag of kitty treats and starts shaking it, causing Waffles to poke his head out. She pours out three little treats onto her open palm. He sniffs them suspiciously, then turns his nose up and buries himself back in the box.

Morgan turns to Tony and shrugs. “I don’t think he likes chicken flavor anymore. You gotta get him the salmon ones, Daddy.”

“But you told me this morning that he doesn’t like salmon,” Tony argues. “He only eats the premium chicken with gravy.”

Morgan shakes her head. “No, no that’s his wet food. He only eats dry salmon, and wet chicken. And sometimes tuna, but only that one in the blue bag.”

“And waffles,” Peter throws in with a wry smile, sitting down to start stroking the cat inside the box. “Don’t forget the waffles, Mr. Stark.”

“At this rate, I’m thinking it’d be better to just install a cat flap and let him find his own mice for dinner,” Tony grumbles.

As if on cue, Waffles meows irritably and leaps out of the cardboard box, straight onto Peter’s lap. However in doing so, the cat’s fluffy tail tickles the kid’s nose. Peter sneezes twice—rather violently—startling the cat to the point that it shoots across the room and climbs halfway up the drapes.

“Waffles!” Morgan cries and races after him.

Sniffling a bit, Peter gives a sheepish smile. “Whoops.”

Tony rolls his eyes and extends a hand to help lever the kid up again. Peter rubs at his eyes again—which Tony notices are redder than usual. He raises an eyebrow suspiciously. “Are you sure ‘too much hassle’ was the only reason May was against you having cats?”

Something flashes across Peter’s face, but it’s gone just as soon as it appears. “Yeah, yeah of course. Well, that and she’s more of a dog person, really, but they’re not allowed in the apartment.”

“Hm.” Tony glances at his watch. “Alright, well it’s almost His Royal Highness’ dinner time.” He gestures to the kitchen. “Let’s go see if we can get him to choke down some caviar and truffles or something…”

X

Three hours later, Tony can’t ignore the signs any longer. After witnessing Peter’s third sneezing fit since dinner, he privately pulls the kid out into the kitchen. “Pete, c’mon,” he sighs. “Just admit it already.”

Taking a tissue from the box Tony holds out to him, Peter shrugs innocently. “Alright, you got me. Guess I’m coming down with a cold.” He wipes his nose.

Tony raises an eyebrow. “A cold that began ten minutes after entering our home and has only gotten progressively worse since?”

Peter chuckles a bit. “Yeah, go figure, right? Perfect timing for my weekend off. What does Doctor Banner call that again?” He tilts his head to the side in thought. “Starts with an L…”

“Pete…”

“Leisure sickness!” he recalls, his face lighting up. “That’s the word. Think I’ve got that.”

Rolling his eyes, Tony starts ticking each symptom off on his fingers. “Your nose is running, your eyes are watery, you’re sneezing—”

“Which is all from the cold,” Peter cuts him off. He coughs twice into his elbow. “See? Sick.”

Tony scoffs. “In all the years I’ve known you, you’ve never once admitted to being sick unprompted.” He pauses a beat. “Including that time you were actively vomiting.”

Peter rubs a hand at the back of his neck and gives a sheepish grin. “So I'm really demonstrating growth, then, huh?”

Tony ignores him and soldiers on. “You’re itching,” he says, gesturing to the red welts emerging on Peter’s forearms and neck. “You’re getting a rash—”

Peter tugs his hoodie sleeves down to cover them. “I think that’s the new laundry soap I’ve been using...”

Tony blinks at him. “Your eyes are bright red, kid.”

Peter opens his mouth to retort something, but then closes it again. He drops his gaze to the floor and lets out a hard sigh. “Okay… okay you’re right,” he admits. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t wanna say it around Morgan.” He looks up and, with a totally straight expression, whispers, “I’ve been smoking weed, Mr. Stark. I’m actually tripping balls right now.”

“Peter, just admit that you’re allergic to cats!”

“Huh?” Morgan cries from the living room where she has her kitty on her lap while she watches Curious George. “Peter’s allergic to Waffles?!” The cat dives off her lap and out into the kitchen, hiding behind Peter’s leg.

Peter winces. Then his nose wrinkles up and he sneezes four times into his wad of tissues. When he draws in his next breath, it’s more of a wheeze.

Tony heaves out a sigh. “Alright, we’re done here.” He bends down and scoops the cat up. “Waffles is staying in Pep’s office for the remainder of this weekend.”

“What?” Morgan blurts.

“Yeah, what?” Peter echos, snatching the cat back from Tony’s arms. “You can’t do that!”

“Pete, he’s making you sick,” Tony points out as Peter sneezes yet again. “If you’re already this bad in three hours, how do you expect to breathe in a couple more days?”

Peter looks stricken. “But… But you don’t understand.” He hugs the cat a little tighter and Tony swears he can see fresh hives emerging on Peter’s neck. “I just love him so much, Mr. Stark,” he says earnestly. “I would honestly die for this cat.”

Tony sighs and pats his shoulder consolingly. “Yeah, and that’s looking more and more like it might become reality, kiddo...”

X

It takes some convincing—and a bit of bribery—but eventually he gets the kids to agree to his plan. In the end, Morgan and Peter settle for a six-foot-tall ‘Royal Castle Kitty Condo’ (complete with a litter moat) in exchange for Waffles’ temporary banishment. He then sends Peter to the guest room while he and Morgan transfer the cat’s most essential supplies into the office, grateful for once that Pepper’s staying downtown this weekend.

Waffles promptly makes himself at home on the very top of her bookshelf—after first knocking over two glass figurines and a meticulously ordered stack of papers, sending legal documents flying around the room.

(Tony wonders just what kind of royal castle equivalent he’s going to have to bribe Pepper with when she gets back.)

X

It’s 12:16 a.m. when Tony remembers that they forgot to give Waffles his anti-hairball paste that evening and comes grumbling out of bed to do so.

It’s 12:19 a.m. when Tony opens the office door to see Peter, sitting on the floor with that damn cat curled up in his lap, wheezing out a high-pitched chant of, “Who’s a good kitty? Who’s a good boy?” between puffs of his inhaler as he strokes Waffles’ fur.

It’s 12:21 a.m. when Tony just gives up trying to reason with the kid and goes raiding the bathroom cabinets for Benadryl.

X

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[allhailthesanders]

Haha I’m Feeling Hella Anxious Right Now, So Let’s Do A Watcher Weekly Commentary

I know this is the second commentary in a week, but I am tiny bit of mess right now and my body is tight with ~anxiety~ so I’m going to do it anyway. You know become a source a comfort for me so yay?✨ Anyway here’s the rundown for this shit show I watch a Watcher Weekly episode and write down my stream of consciousness commentary (it makes more sense if you watch along) then I rate the episode (All the episodes deserve at least a 10 though). I include quotes and timestamps and most importantly ~my opinions~ and maybe a few jokes here and there. It’s not that deep so let’s get it started!!!

Previous Episode: WW #04                     First Episode

WW #05:Homemade Q+A (ft. Musical Guest - AJ Rafael)

Starting off with this episode strong we have Shane being confused

Oh! look all the boys all have their legs crossed

And Ryan’s Lakers jersey 🥺

Y’all I used to watch AJ Rafael’s videos RELIGIOUSLY especially his piano/ Disney song challenges. Yo I’m both such a Disney nerd and a music nerd

Then Ryan’s radio DJ impression at @0:33-0:44

beautiful! immaculate! i’ve never heard anything as good as this!

it’s been a looooooooooong week, but they have a logo up on the wall!

yo I miss the office so so much 🥺

 WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE BOY’S HAIR EVERY WEEK! that is the law

i’m sorry the vibes of this commentary is... something else. BUT I can’t change that and I will not change it.

Ryan’s hair this week is... questionable???

I love Shane’s beanie. It looks nice on him (this is getting weird)

I also love the fact that the Watcher hat doesn't fit Shane’s melon of a head

“It’s like a thimble on top of a watermelon”- Shane’s words not mine

I love how Ryan relating their seating arrangement to couple’s counseling then Steven immediately choking on his drink

Ryan being the aggressive therapist trying to solve Shane  and Steven’s friendship "problems

“You know that phrase I’m not going to say it right. Umm. You don’t shit while you eat. Is that right?!”- Steven Lim 2020 @2:38-2:45

Me: 👁👄👁 Shane: *chokes* Ryan: Jim Halperts into the camera

Hanging out with Shane is = Shitting ~ now that we’ve found the root of the problem 😂😂😂

@3:00- 3:11 a very iconic moment but it is also very BFU vibes

Shane is a documentarian. That’s the tweet.

Oh boy here you go! Let me preface this moment. I cry like once every month and a half and when I watched this part of the Watcher Weekly for the first time I definitely shed a few tears

And I’m not a sport person I only play field hockey, so I don’t turn into a literal circle. But Kobe’s death affected me in a way I didn’t think it would. and now I’m rambling.

Ryan’s memorial story like it’s both so touching yet so heartbreaking 

I-. yo I don’t want to cry right now! I’m trying to do my eyeshadow!!!

“to see him get knocked down and not get back up. it’s like watching superman die”

Since tomorrow is not guaranteed I just want to say to all my mutuals and anyone who reads this. I love you guys so much and this community has made me so happy over quarantine. So thank you so much for just being here. I appreciate all of you 💕💜💖💙❣💞💖

I’m going to stop this sappiness or I will cry and honestly I don’t want to

“I appreciate this hand on my shoulder”- Steven Lim 2020

I love how Ryan is now getting irritated by Steven saying this and Steven definitely knows this

@7:25- 7:43 omg they’re all hugging and side hugging 🥺

And Ryan’s super aggressive “YOU JUST WATCH SHANE” that immediately turned into “wait actually you deserve a hug too”

Then Shane’s surprised “THERE’S A HAND ON MY SHOULDER!”

OOH! Since this commentary is freakishly long here’s a question for y’all who are still here

What is your dream Top 5 Beatdown Episode????

Hugh Jonner??? Is this the new Beetlejuice? If Shane says his name three times his joke would be recognized. 

@11:08 TiMe To PuT oN oUr QuEsTiOn CaPs🥴

Hi TONY!!! psst! he’s the director of homemade 😂

Tony does look like he’s going to drop some fire bars

I love how Homemade is almost like the grown-up version of Worth-It

“She worked you like homework” - Yeah Steven drop those bars. it took him way too long to come up with that

Steven Lim ~ Watcher’s Party Boy

I love how Top 5 Beatdown came after the gorgeous show that Homemade is

Top 5 Beatdown was filmed in front of a live studio audience in Ryan’s dirty living room

Photo op @15:40 “I’m Steven Lim and I drag out those ‘dotes”

Ooh! a second question: What is your dream Homemade episode?

A musical guest brought to you by the UPS guy

Almost went on a rant about the USPS and how we need it but this post is getting too long 🙃

Gordon Ramsey is proud of Steven

Gordon Ramsey is so nice in British TV at least compared to the US

Homemade Sherri Madej loves it so you should too

“this comes from john THICC”- Ryan Bergara 2020

@21:36-21:56 Ryan is playing the keys grooving along until... the DIPLOCOCCUS is mentioned

Oh TheDiplococcus and your paragraph long threats

Is the Diplococcus is British??

Oh! Two photo ops in one video! @23:41 “Hi I’m Ryan Bergara and I’m a pothead”

Yo the camera work at this last part

DUde I love AJ’s voice

yo why is this so catchy?? am I about to add this to my playlist?

is Steven the new lofi-girl

also why is he so tall in this shot? How tall is he?

Ryan’s little for Kobe almost got me but I love that’s how they decided to end the episode

This episode almost gave me emotional whiplash (is that the right word?) but at the same time was super comforting. I really enjoy when the boys and in this case Ryan feel comfortable enough to show their emotions. Like you can tell that Ryan is barely holding yet still puts on a smile and gives this Watcher Weekly his all. I just really appreciate it. Like you can tell how much Kobe has shaped his life. Idk what I’m saying but I think you get what I’m saying. Anyway this episode 420 thimbles on watermelons out of 10.

#Watcher #watcher entertainment #watcher weekly #shane madej #ryan bergara #steven lim #homemade #haha this took almost 2 hours haha #but it was fun but I do need to head to bed #usermarylan #ryanberga #long post sorry y'all #the vibes here are also ~wild~ #sorry I was such a downer in this one #i hope yall are doing well #love you guys so so much #oh there was a lot of choking in this episode #so boys learn how to drink liquids😂😂😂 #I should not be the one talking I choke on my food at LEAST once per meal

[hillywooddestiel]

The Retreat- Chapter 9

Characters: CEO! Bucky x reader

Warnings: language, angst

Word count: 1.6k

Series description: Y/N Y/L/N: determined business woman, sought after by most businesses, creative visionary for advertising. She has it all. Or so she thinks. Life has a way of kicking you sideways when you least expect it, want it or are in anyway prepared for it. Numerous times. How can Y/N remain from cracking under the pressure when her career isn’t the only thing on the line and everything isn’t all that it seems?

A/N: TR day again! I promise I’ll update my masterlists soon. Enjoy xx Series Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Story:

Nat waits for me in the corner of my office while I just finish typing an email, her eyes shifting around to look at all of my various framed designs and awards (not to toot my own horn or anything).

“Okay and… I’m done! You ready?”

“I’ve been ready for the past five minutes Y/N. C'mon, there is a cinnamon roll with my name on it.” Nat swings her bag in the direction of the door as I scurry to keep up with her.

“Out for lunch?” Maria asks as she passes us, a large stack of papers in her arms.

“Yeah, want to join?” Nat continues to the elevator to call it whilst I chat.

“I can’t. I’ve got to get through all of these before six, lucky me. Think of me while you drink your coffee.” Maria heaves the papers up higher and wiggles her hand a little in a goodbye before trudging into her office. I’ll surprise her with a takeout when we get back; she looks like she could really use it.

We have a long lunch, but it’s not huge so our main options in walking distance for lunch are the office cafeteria (just no), a corner shop selling sandwiches in cardboard boxes, some vegan and gluten free cat cafe (for the insta-braggers) and a trusty Starbucks. We opt for option number four. Saying a big ‘screw you’ to my diet (I only started on Monday… it’s Tuesday), I order a grilled cheese and an almond latte with full fat milk. Nat orders her aforementioned Danish pastry and a flat white.

“So, who is he?”

“What?” I choke on my drink as it goes down the wrong way.

“You’re working yourself too hard and you keep zoning out with a smile on your face. It’s too soon for you to be dating again on purpose given how long your last relationship was so you must have bumped into them in the past week or so plus they must be nothing like she-who-shall-remain-nameless, a general rule most people follow, which means statistically for you it’s more likely to be a guy. So, I’ll ask again, who is he?” Nat finishes in one breath, eyeing me up as she takes a sip of coffee, my jaw nearly on the floor.

“How the hell did you figure all of that out?! Seriously, you could be like a spy or something!”

“I’m good at reading people. Don’t change the subject.”

“Fine! We’ve not been out on any dates we just… made out a little bit. It was never going to be anything serious.” I wave the subject away, desperately hoping she’ll drop it. Who am I kidding, this is Natasha Romanoff we’re talking about.

“Why not? You deserve to be happy and clearly this guy is on your mind.”

“He is. But I don’t want him to be!” I whine, stabbing my grilled cheese with a knife. Nat just gives me a look of 'why?’, “I can’t date him, it wouldn’t be right.” She ponders this for a moment as I take a sip from my coffee.

“Just because it’s only been a little over a week doesn’t mean it would be wrong to move on. If this guy is truly as great as he seems, you’ll be kicking yourself for not going for it.”

Natasha’s words hang in the air like perfume as I think things over. It’s not the time that’s the issue, I should have corrected her- why didn’t I correct her? She would have judged me, obviously, but she would have given me some advice too. Okay, let’s lay it all out. Bucky is my boss. I have known him for nearly ten years. He’s only just got out of a rollercoaster of a relationship that nearly became an engagement and I was dumped on the same day from a long term relationship. We’ve kissed a grand total of two times, nearly three, and both times were (excuse my French) fucking fantastic- I felt alive and full of fire. I like him. Oh my God… I like Bucky. I like him.

“You okay, Y/N? You’ve been staring into space for a full ten minutes now.” Nat waves her hand in front of my face, breaking my trance.

“Hmm? Yeah, I’m fine. I just… think you’re right. I should go for this!”

“That’s great! Ooh we need to get going back soon.” She gets up out of her seat and smooths her pencil skirt.

“Hold on, I gotta order Maria a coffee. She never asks but I always see her looking for one whenever we come back from having lunch out.”

The bar fills up quickly with various people in suits and office wear, the working day having drawn to a close. Bucky and Steve are sat in a booth for privacy, each with a small glass of golden liquid.

“Look out.” Steve mutters under his breath, making eye contact with Bucky.

“What?”

“Stark, incoming.” He warns making his friend groan in annoyance.

“Hey! If it isn’t my favourite joint CEOs.”

“Tony.” Steve nods his head acknowledgingly, “Did you want something?” Tony takes this as an invitation and slides into the booth along with his head of security.

“Well since you asked, a little birdy told me that you had a nasty break up with your girlfriend recently.” He grabs Steve’s drink and downs it in one, much to Steve’s annoyance.

“What’s it to you?” Bucky grumbles, holding onto his own glass very protectively.

“Well I happen to be in the possession of a few girls’ phone numbers that are happy to throw themselves at anyone willing to give them attention. And I have no need for them any more.” the billionaire shrugs, his sunglasses reflecting the overhead lights.

“Does Pepper know about these girls?” Steve asks a little threateningly. Tony ignores him, continuing his conversation.

“So what do you say? Or are you going to let your Labrador yap for you?” He grins. Steve almost leaps out of his seat to argue; he would’ve flipped the table of it weren’t for his friend holding him down.

“I’m fine, thanks Tony.”

“Really? Suit yourself then. Happy?”

“Yes boss?” The man finally speaks.

“Let’s go.”

Not long after Tony leaves, Bucky mumbles something about going home. Steve quickly gets up after him, running outside to catch up.

“Buck wait!”

“What Steve?” He stops but only to hail a cab.

“What was that about?”

“What was what about?”

“Just then! I get that you don’t like Tony but why did you leave in such a hurry?” Steve reaches out to his friend’s shoulder to turn him around. Begrudgingly, Bucky does so just as a cab whizzes past in a blur of yellow. “Buck… I think I know you well enough by now to know when somethin’ is on your mind.”

“I’m fine Steve, it’s just stress. You go, get home to Peggy.”

“Buck-”

“I said I’m fine!” Bucky says quite sternly, turning to try and get the attention of another cab driver.

A yellow car pulls up to the pavement and Bucky opens the door to get in. However, before he’s even got his seatbelt on, Steve slides in after him.

“East 102nd Street please.” He tells the driver, who nods and pulls out onto the street.

“Steve, what are you doing?”

“You’re going to talk to me. I know you’ve had it rough recently but that’s not it so, what’s got you so distracted?” Steve gives his friend an intense look, hoping it will make him crack. It’s always worked in the past: as kids, Bucky would be the one to look out for Steve and that included keeping him from doing anything that would hurt him. When he was younger, Steve had chronic asthma so Bucky didn’t like to over-exert him to avoid him having an attack. That didn’t stop Steve though. With one stern scowl and his arms folded, Bucky would break saying “Alright, we can play. But if my mom asks, you wouldn’t shut up until I let you, okay?”. He didn’t have to use it so often anymore but it’s surprising how many business negotiations can be solved with that one look.

“Look, it’s not work and it’s not Caroline. But it’s personal.” Bucky sighs, starting to reveal what’s plaguing his mind. “I didn’t mean too, it was a complete accident, but I think I might have found someone.”

“Really? That’s great!”

“Is it? Like you said, I only just broke up with Caroline and she’s only just got out of a relationship-”

“Buck, listen to me, if I had waited with Peggy, who knows where I’d be right now? So what if it’s not been very long- you’re not getting any younger.”

“Hey! I’m only a year older than you.”

“You know what I mean.” Steve laughs as they pull up outside Bucky’s huge apartment block. “Just, if any part of you thinks that this could be something, please go for it. I’m with you whatever you decide.”

Dropping his keys into the bowl, the lights turn on automatically to welcome Bucky home. Could it really be something? Steve generally does have the wisdom of an old man. There must be rules about dating employees though- even if there isn’t it would be weird nonetheless. She’s all he thinks about; maybe it would be worth a try just to get her out of his system. God, why do life decisions always have to be so difficult?

#bucky x female reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #ceo!bucky x reader #ceo!marvel #ceo!au #ceo!bucky #marvel fic #marvel #marvel au #avengers au #avengers x reader #marvel x reader #wattpad #angst #marvel series #queue and me 4 eva

[toonerdyandiknowit]

Hardware Part 3

Honestly, this whole series is a hot mess. But by god I’m gonna finish it.

Tony X Reader (Possible smut in future chapters)

Warnings: Mention of hospital, cattle prod ?

You weren't sure what Tony had done, but things with the team had calmed considerably.

In the past week you'd been invited to dinners, breakfasts, movie nights, and game nights. It had been fun, the atmosphere was much more relaxed and you found that you were actually enjoying the company of most of the group. There was however an underlying source of tension.

Every now and again something would be said, and suddenly all eyes would be on you, just for a moment, before moving away with a quick change of subject. Whether it was Nat asking Clint about his latest arrow heads, or Steve making a joke of something Sam had done on mission, there would be an uncomfortable pause as everyone seemed to simultaneously remember that there was an outsider in their midst.

You. Because despite your powers, and despite the fact that you were also living in the Avenger compound, you were an outsider. You weren't an Avenger, and had made your opinion clear on the matter. Clearly, this still bothered them.

Whenever these moments of charged tension arose, you'd made a habit of excusing yourself to the labs. You didn't want to be the cause of anymore arguments.

So you ended up spending a lot of time with Tony and Bruce. With Tony, you mostly helped tinker in the mechanical bay, cracking jokes and trying to describe what all his toys sounded like when they spoke to you.

In fact, Tony had begun singing your praises. Your abilities were making you invaluable to his research, and you'd even managed to fix a few of his experimental weapons. Several of which were now being used regularly by the team.

Tinkering in the lab, bantering with Tony as you made amazing new tech that could help save people...it felt pretty good. Good enough that you'd actually started considering asking if you could stay once SHIELD was done with you.

Maybe you couldn't be an Avenger, but you could still help out in a way that didn’t make you want to run for the hills?

Tony's attitude to the whole situation certainly made things easier; the casual flirtation and sharp wit peppered with innuendo made time fly, and you found yourself spending more and more time there. Surrounded by tech which often looked more like lumps of metal with random wires poking out, the damaged walls, and the abysmal organisation, that was when you felt the most relaxed.

You had managed to have that talk about boundaries, though it hadn't exactly gone according to plan. Rather than looking abashed, Tony had laughed, asking if you'd liked what he'd picked out. To your horror, you'd returned to your rooms later that night to find three new romance books piled on your bedside table, with another winky face post-it stuck to the cover of the top one. The post-it had been strategically stuck across the hip bones of the cover-model, giving the illusion that all that kept your gaze from seeing everything was a yellow, winking sticker.

You’d discovered the cover model was actually wearing a loin cloth.

You'd taken the post-it down with you to the lab the next evening, and stuck it firmly to Tony's forehead. He'd laughed, giving you a wink before pulling you in to ooh and ahh at his latest gadget.

You knew that he often crashed on the battered sofa in the lab, a side effect of not being able to sleep, and once or twice you'd found yourself falling asleep down there too.

One time you'd woken up wrapped in his arms on the sofa. You left before he woke up.

With Bruce, you spent more time in the Medical bay. You'd always hated hospitals, the way they felt so sterile and lifeless, and the med lab was no different. When Bruce had gotten a look at your powers, he'd immediately decided that he was going to spear head the research into them.

This turned out to be a very good thing, you can't imagine what it would have been like if you'd have had to leave the tower everyday for these tests. They were often exhausting, and every now and again SHIELD would send a request through that made you uncomfortable enough that you were thankful you and Bruce had become friends. You would have lost your shit if a stranger had had to conduct some of these tests on you.

That was where you were now, feet swinging back and forth as they hung over the edge of the medical bed. Tony stood in the corner of the medical room, a large bucket overflowing with phones and small nick-knacks by his foot as he fiddled with his phone.

You were wearing what you liked to call 'experiment-chic' clothes, which had made both Tony and Bruce snort in amusement the first time they heard. Black leggings, a sports bra, and a loose button-up shirt made up the ensemble, which you'd chosen for it's comfortable feel and so it could be moved around without disturbing any wiring that may be attached to you for the day.

You reclined back on the bed slightly, the head having been raised so you were mostly sitting up, and rolled your shirt up so Bruce could get started. As Bruce started strapping the ECG and EEG wires to your body, you noticed his faint blush as you moved your shirt around to accommodate the tabs that needed to be stuck beneath your breast. He mumbled an apology as he stuck them in place, quietly reminding you that if you wanted a female nurse at anytime, to just say so. You smiled, poking his pink cheek as you joked that you were irresistible.

“Covered in wires and baggy clothes, yep, I’m the hottest thing in here, no nurse would be able to resist me.”

Flicking your eyes to Tony, you felt a jolt run through you to find him watching, his eyes hooded and hot as they tracked the small flash of skin revealed. His eyes flicked up to you, and the heat was gone, replaced by a cheekily flirtatious smile and a wiggle of eyebrows that made your snort. You must have imagined it.

"Alright, to be honest we've got a pretty good idea of how your powers work now, but there’s still two more tests to do. The first is we need to figure out just how far your powers can reach, the second is to see if there's anyway we can disrupt them." Bruce moved away to tap at a screen which hung suspended from the ceiling, pulling it round to point out a few things to Tony, who nodded.

Standing, Tony began placing a number of different gadgets throughout the room; in front of you, behind you, close enough to touch, far enough to barely see, hidden in piles of towels, in a medical drawer, there must have been about twenty small gizmos dotted around the room by the time the bucket he'd brought was empty.

"Now, most of what Tony's hidden are phones, but some are just old toys, handhelds and such. We want to see how far you can reach, if you can influence what you can't see, and what sort of a radius you have." Said Bruce, tapping at several screens as Tony stood next to him, flicking his attention between the screen and you.

You closed your eyes and nodded. Breathing in, you let your awareness creep out slowly, brushing past the closest gadgets until you could feel the gentle hum of every gadget in the room.

"Interesting, the electrical spikes in her brain should be an indicator of severe brain damage, I'd expect to see a seizure at the very least..."

"Yeah but remember the MRI? Her brain structure seems to have altered to compensate for the..."

You let their voices drift away as you sent out a simple order; come here.

The sudden rattling caused you to open your eyes as the gadgets pulled themselves out of every hiding place, scrabbling to you with legs made from wires and cogs and tiny processors.

You noticed that the gadgets Tony had hidden outside of the door about fifteen feet away, which had been the hardest to hear and get a hold of, but you had managed with relative ease.

"Alright, Sparky, I think we're onto something. I wanna try something new if that's ok with you?" Said Tony trotting over to perch on the bed.

"What?"

"Just a teeny, tiny, electric shock. I'm curious as to whether your powers may have some correlation to Point Break's, and whether the introduction of electricity directly to you body in an involuntary manner...."

"Alright, alright. Jeez Stark, I don't need the entire paper you're writing on it, hit me." You smirked as he nudged your shoulder with his own before hopping off to get a...

"A cattle prod?!" you yelped, twitching back against the bed. The genius, play boy, philanthropist, nut-job waved the prod back and forth cheerfully.

"Oh relax, it'll barely sting! It's not meant to hurt, just expose your body to an outside source of electricity to see if that will effect your abilities in anyway."

You rolled your eyes and held out an arm.

"Just get it over with, you lunatic." You wiggled you fingers playfully and waited for the inevitable pain.

Instead you felt the cold touch of metal on your arm, followed by a rush of pure energy that spread through your body and made you tingle down to your cells.

Popping your eyes open on a gasp, you looked at Tony and Bruce in shock.

"What was that?" You choked. You felt tingly and full of energy, like you could swim the Thames.

"I dunno but these reading just went haywire, trying reaching out again." Said Bruce, tapping frantically at several screens while Tony looked them over with wide eyes.

Without thinking, you reached out with your powers; wake up, do something.

For a beat, nothing happened. None of the equipment moved, or behaved in any way it shouldn't.

Suddenly there came a heavy thud from above you. Shouting, crashing, and gun shots rang out as the three of you looked at each other wide eyed.

"What the fuck?" You breathed.

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[ifoundkylo]

Loki’s New Nickname

Warnings: Immense fluff, cutesie whipped cream and strawberries and chocolate syrup fights, tackling onto to the kitchen tiles, awkward choking on food, SMUT, fingering, hand jobs, oral, (female receiving) lovey dovey loki

A/N: The wonderful Delilah ( @papi-chulo-bucky ) helped me write some of the smut for this, i became bloody clueless. the (*)  in certain parts of Loki’s speech is a quote (linked)  I’ve used from a blog I found, (trust my you’ll like the sound of it)

Word count:  4812

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You were wondering around the tower, a book in hand and your reading glasses in the other. You had just finished a sparring session with Steve, showering and then putting on some lounging clothes; a baggy vest and some pyjama shorts with some fuzzy socks.

Times had changed with the Avengers; grudges were slowly dissipating, mutual dislike turned to civility and Thor and Loki had become loving brothers once more.

Loki was usually isolated in his own mind, he was a social vampire when it came to gatherings; you wouldn't get a word out of him unless you invited him into the conversation. He became a good man- it took him a while to earn the trust of the people around him and it took him a while to learn how to control his powers to use them for reasonable purposes.

Everyone was still skeptical about him, though, especially Clint. The whole mind control back in New York made the man uneasy and on guard constantly. Natasha had to keep distracting him whenever Loki joined everyone in the living area, for the man shot imaginary arrows in his general direction.

You had reached said living area and you heard howling laughter. You peaked around to see everyone laughing, apart from Loki.

"What's going on guys?" You questioned, placing your book on the stand next to where the god was sitting.

"We've given Loki a new nickname." Tony snorted. You rolled your eyes, knowing it wasn't going to end well.

"And what would this nickname be, exactly?" You arched your brow at them whilst crossing your arms across. The guys, especially Tony and Sam, kept doing shit like this and it annoyed you to no end. You wanted Loki to feel welcome here, and they were making that impossible for him.

"Horny." You heard Loki mutter softly. You turned and looked at him then, emerald eyes meeting your wide ones. "Because of my helmet...What does it even bloody mean?" You kept hearing snorts of laughter in front of you and sneered at the two 'grown ups', but you had to stop yourself from giggling.

"Y'know you're real funny, Tony, Sam, whoever made the nickname needs to grow up." You picked up your book and sat next to man on the leather couch. "Just ignore them, Loki, they're children in adult skin." You whispered softly.

"I still want to know what it means, though." He mumbled to himself, he shifted slightly and his arm brushed against yours, the coolness of his skin behind the thin material of his t-shirt making goosebumps rise upon your skin. "What are you reading, Y/N?"

"Oh, I'm reading The Rise and Fall of the Krays. Yeah, it's a true story about two really famous gangsters in East London back in the... 1950's? I think? Let me double check," You placed a finger between the pages so you didn't lose yours, and flipped the book to look at the blurb on the back. "Ah, the 50's AND the 60's. I was close." Loki gave you a small smile and returned to looking out of the window.

You sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the sound of soft breathing and distant conversations filling your ears, that is, until Tony piped up.

"We're all going out in 10 minutes, wanna join, Y/N? Or are you staying here with Horny?" The man chuckled.

You usually declined going out- the hustle and bustle of busy bodies and widely socializing making you rather uncomfortable. You scoffed at Tony's childish words.

"I'm keeping Loki company, so no thank you, manchild." You smiled sarcastically at Tony and then looked at Loki. You jumped ever so slightly when you noticed he was watching intently.

"You don't have to, dear. Go out and have some... Midgardian...fun..." He cringed at word 'fun'. Loki wasn't used to Earth, still, his idea of fun was pulling pranks and scaring the shit out of people.

"No, no, I'd like to stay here with you - don't give me that look, Loki -" You were cut off when you heard multiple farewells, returning them briefly. "I don't like crowds...or large parties that much."

"Ah, I see. I hope I don't bore you too much, petal." You blushed at the nickname he gave you. You and Loki had grown closer during his time at the tower; small talk turned into full blown conversations, boring nights turned into ones where you could bask in each others company for hours, no physical contact became small, innocent touches, but he was still very timid, though.

You shot up from your seat, heading towards the kitchen area, you felt the pang of hunger reside in your stomach, so you had to eat at least something to make it go away.

"Loki, would you like something to eat? I might make some waffles." You received a hum and a soft 'please' from him. You quietly turned to see him take a peek at your book and you smiled slightly.

You soon finished cooking, 4 waffles in total. You plucked needed confections out of the cupboards and fridge; chocolate syrup, whipped cream, strawberries.

Before you ushered Loki over, you connected your phone to the sound system and played some music. The place was silent, so you wanted to change that. You skipped through your music list, fist bumping the air as soon as you found ‘No Scrubs’ by TLC. It was one of your favourite as a young teen and you swayed to the beat whilst happily mumbling the lyrics.

“Loki, come get your waffles!” You hollered, the tall god swiftly made his way over the the kitchen, sitting at one of the stools by the island.

“I must admit, petal, I’ve never had these before.” You gasped at his confession, awestruck that he had never tasted the sweet food before.

“Oh, gosh, Loki. Here- try some of mine, I’ve got strawberries, chocolate and whipped cream. I promise, it’s really nice!” You urged, you took some on your fork and held it up to him. “Taste it.”

He timidly leaned forward and took the food from your fork, his teeth baring. As he chewed you saw his eyes roll back with a moan. You bit your lip as you saw his head roll back, exposing the fair skin of his slender neck.

“Lord, if I ever knew how good these tasted, I’d have them everyday. May I?” He gestured towards the confectionery on the table, you replied with a ‘of course’ before you dug into your own, you done good.

A soft tune came on, and you recognised it to be one of Hans Zimmer’s masterpieces. You always played his music whenever you and Loki basked in the late night silences, it relaxed him and helped him focus whilst he read, he told you.

“Could you please tell me the definition of ‘horny’ now, Y/N?” You choked on what you were halfway swallowing.

“U-um, yes, okay, er…” You stuttered, you really wanted to save Loki the embarrassment, but it felt like you were the one in said state.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Loki muttered, shoveling more waffle into his mouth.

“No- it’s just crude.” You grimaced. “It means a-aroused…” The clatter of Loki’s fork on his plate startled you out of your embarrassed dazed.

“Well, Stark is in for a thorough beating, dare I say. Not only is he humiliating me, but he’s insulting my helmet-” He stopped when he noticed you staring at him in shock, scared he would lash out and break any plates.

You noticed his amused gaze upon your face, he started to chuckle lightly.

“W-What? Loki, what’s so funny?” You laughed as you cocked an arched brow at him.

Seeing him so happy made your chest swell and a smile tug at your lips. Loki found it difficult to let loose, for he was almost on edge all the time, worrying that if he took his mind off of reality for just a second, something bad would happen.

Your eyes widened as you watched Loki swiped cream across your nose, you let out a shriek as you watched his hand dip into the little scoop of cream and swipe across your cheek, creating a giant line of the white substance.

“You...You’ve got a little something right here, Y/N,” Loki spoke, but this time, his voice was deep with seriousness. His eyebrows furrowed as his gaze focused on your mouth. You watched as his finger gently touched your lip, before smearing more of the cream over your mouth.

You gasped as you felt the cream on your face, but this time he wasn’t getting off the hook. With a sudden burst of confidence, you lunged forward and with all your might, tackled him to the ground. You both landed onto the kitchen tiles with a loud thud, knocking over the stools that were beside you in the process.

“Oof!” Loki wheezed, “Ooh, my head…” He winced, holding his large hand to his head.

“Oh! Loki I-I’m so sorry!” you cried before getting to your knees and placing your hands on his shoulders. You peered down, trying to catch a glimpse of the spot he was holding, but instead was met with his trademark smirk. One that everyone knew meant trouble would soon follow.

‘Uh oh’ you thought. You immediately sat up straight, trying to make sense of why he would be looking at you that way. Before you could think, you felt two strong arms wrap around your body and pull you back onto the floor. He pinned you down with a strong arm before wiping more of the cream from your jaw to your neck. You gasped at the coldness of his slender fingers mingled with the cream and you wriggled underneath him, though he was tall and lithe he was heavy against your smaller form.

Loki managed to wipe more cream on you, not allowing you to escape from his strong grasp. His arm slipped and he accidentally wiped some of the sweetness in the valley of your breasts, both of your breaths hitching.

Loki’s playful facade fell as soon as he caught a glimpse of the small opening of your vest, which gave a perfect -and might he add, amazing view of your breasts. His eyes focused on your body, taking in every single detail it had to offer. From your chest, to your hair, all the way down to your hips. Dare he admit it, but he was enchanted by you.

“Forgive me,” he spoke, his voice soft as his eyes met yours once again. “But you truly are...one mesmerizing creature, Y/N.”

You swore on every single star in the sky, you felt your heart swell with the sensation of longing. You slowly reached a small hand to move a stray piece of raven hair away from his face, your fingers lingering on his jaw a few moments longer than they should have.

Everything was a blur as you felt Loki’s cool lips against yours, the mingled taste of strawberries and cream lingering on the supple skin. You laced your fingers into his long hair and tugged him closer to you, pressing your lips harder upon his.

You were jerked back to reality when you felt him pull away.

“I- I’m sorry, Y/N, for being so bold.”

“Shut up and kiss me, Loki, I haven’t gotten sticky whipped cream and chocolate syrup over me for nothing.” You giggled, pulling him down once more. You moaned as you felt his cool tongue brush against your own, your hips unconsciously bucking to meet his in pure need. You squeaked when you felt cold fingers brush against your jaw, tilting your head to the side.

Loki’s lips left yours, placing feather light kisses against your skin in a pathway to your neck. As lips and tongue left a wet path in their wake as they lapped up the whipped cream left there, you whispered his name, the sound of your voice and the bucking of your hips against his made him groan.

“Do you have any idea how much I crave this? Crave you? The taste of you? The feel of you? (*) Oh, darling, I’ve had plenty of feelings for you since the beginning. So beautiful, so kind, compassionate. I hope my feelings are not unrequited.” Loki confessed, his mouth brushing the valley of your breasts ever so slightly, collecting the white sweetness with his tongue.

“L-Loki, I’ve had something inside me, yearning for you, for a while. I need you, please.”

With that, Loki stood up from the kitchen tiles, pulling you with him. Gently pushing you against the counter, his hands found your hips and hair, he couldn’t decide whether to bring you closer or push harder against your soft body.

You let out a small whimper as his hands slowly snaked their way down to your hips, his nails dragging along your flesh teasingly, making you suffer in the best way possible. Loki dipped his face until it was resting onto your shoulder and began pressing little kisses along your skin.

A small sigh escaped your lips as his kisses slowly began traveling to the flesh beneath your ear, his lips sucking just enough to get a reaction from you. His hands worked their way from your hips until they were resting on the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down slightly..

“So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice was deeper now, yet filled with a hint of sincerity.

You felt your pyjama shorts sliding down your thighs, before they pooled around your ankles with a small plop, leaving you only in your underwear and fuzzy socks. You hastily kicked thee shorts from around your feet and your socks, sending them flying to the side of the kitchen, before leaning back into Loki’s touch as a kitten does it’s owner.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do this, my love.” He confessed as he began undressing himself, slipping off the dark sweater from his body and revealing his incredibly toned torso. One that you found yourself growing extremely wet at the sight of. Loki was beautiful, despite his differences from his brother. To you, he was perfection.

“Please,” you whispered, feeling his erection pressing into your bum through his jeans. You felt his hands slowly making their way to your vest and one by one, began to unbutton each of the little buttons.

“Have patience, my love.” he smirked as he fumbled with the final button on your vest, pulling it back and letting the material slide off of your shoulders and onto the floor beneath you both, revealing the soft bra underneath, Loki dragged his slender fingers across the fine lacework, admiring the beauty of such an undergarment.

You could hear his breath hitch as his hands finally rested on your breasts, his slender fingers massaged each of them softly. He dragged his thumb across your nipples, before giving each of them an experimental flick over the thin material of your bra. You arched into his touch, your mouth forming an O.

“Oh my,” you breathed as a wave of pleasure coursed through your body.

He let out a breathy chuckle as he pulled away, earning a small whine from you. Loki quickly rid himself of his remaining clothes, tossing them to the floor without a single care in the world, leaving him in only his tight boxer briefs, his hardness apparent under the thin material.

“So eager, yet you listen to me so well, come, my love. Follow me to my room.”

Bending over slightly, you hastily picked up both of your scattered clothes, trying not to make your rendezvous obvious to those who came back this way. As you straightened, you gasped as Loki turned you around and bent down, throwing you over his broad shoulder, taking you back to his room.

“You cheeky bastard!” You squealed as you felt a light spank to your backside.

“Tsk, tsk. Such profanity from a pretty little mouth like yours, Y/N.” You both laughed at this, you let your arms dangle over his back and you dragged your blunt nails across his flesh only slightly, and you felt him gasp at the sensation. You got a lovely view of his behind and you smiled to yourself.

You felt Loki’s hands grip your thighs, gently digging his nails into your soft flesh. You arrived at the door then- because your felt your feet brush against the solid door. Loki turned the handle and walked in swiftly, setting you down on your feet. He twisted his body and locked the door, you watched as the muscles in his back rippled with his movements and were completely lost in him.

You were brought out of your trance when you felt Loki’s plump lips brush against yours and feather light fingertips brush against your waist. You let your mouth go slack against his, allowing his tongue to brush against yours again, mirroring the actions in the kitchen. You trailed your hands up his forearms, to his broad shoulders and all the way up to his hair, tugging slightly.

Loki let out a soft groan against your mouth, sending vibrations right down to your throbbing heat. He hunched and dragged his hands to the back of your thighs, not once breaking your ongoing kiss, and hoisted you up against him, pushing you gently against his bedroom wall. The coolness making you shriek, making Loki pull back to look into your dilated pupils.

“I’m a frostgiant, love, I don’t need my room to be warm, you should know that already…” He mumbled, placing butterfly kisses into your neck. His erection was pulsing against your heat and you ground yourself down onto him, both sighing at the tasteful friction of his hard cock against the damp heat of your panties.

He pulled you off the wall then, setting you down onto the soft mattress of his bed. He nestled himself between your soft thighs and kissed you fervently. You became nervous; you had done this before, but this was a whole different atmosphere, Loki was different to the rest of the men you had slept with. He was powerful, dominant, he was from another fucking realm for god’s sake.

Loki could feel you tense against him, “I sense your unease, but I’ll be gentle, my love, I promise, there’s no other way I would want this, with you right now…” His words were silk as he spoke and he connected your lips in a passionate kiss that made your arch your back, keening for more of him against you, you shifted your calf around his waist, pulling his hips closer to yours, eliciting a sharp groan from his chest as he felt your soaked panties grind against his clothed cock.

You rocked against each other like ocean waves, his hips shifting against yours, finding that much needed friction, “My sweet girl, so good for me, buck your hips, let me feel you against me.” The soft spoken words against your lips sent shivers down your spine, making you arch your back into him, your clothed core grinding against his once more.

Your lips broke apart, green eyes stared into Y/E/C and you felt his fingers tug at the waistband of your underwear asking for permission, and you granted him just that by swiftly nodding your head, bringing his face down to yours, kissing him deeply.

As Loki dragged your panties down your legs, your squirmed in excitement, the feeling of his cold fingers against your scorching skin making you wetter and wetter by the second. Kicking your panties off your ankles, you felt Loki set himself between your thighs once more.

“Do you want my fingers inside you, petal?”

“Mmm, Loki- please, I need you.” You soon felt to slender fingers part your wet folds, rubbing gently from your entrance to your clit, and you moaned loudly at his touch. He spread your slickness throughout your heat and slipped a single finger inside your sex, languidly probing at your g-spot.

“Such a good girl, Y/N,” Loki muttered, watching you as your face contorted in pleasure, your teeth digging into your bottom lip.  “So wet, darling, so wet, all for me?” You hummed and threw your head back against the soft pillow as he inserted another finger, curling and dragging them in, out, in, out.

“L-Loki, keep going and I’m going to-to cum.” You choked. At these words Loki quickened the pace of his fingers whilst his other hand came to to toy with your sensitive clit, bringing you closer to climax, but as soon as you neared the brink he removed both hands from you, making you whine.

“You’ll cum around my tongue first, petal.” His voice was low, gravelly, and it made you take a deep breath, your chest heaved in anticipation as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them whilst keeping his emerald eyes locked onto yours, the action was so erotic you couldn’t bare it.

He proceeded to kiss you then, the taste of yourself on his tongue as his hands reached behind you to rid you of your bra, flinging it across the room in haste. The cool air of his room made your nipples harden, making Loki take the chance to tweak and roll them between his fingers, making you take a sharp breath as you arched your back, yearning for more of his touch.

He shifted down the bed and used his large hands to part your thighs, his grip tight but gentle. He blew a soft puff of cold air on your heat and you jumped.

“You are a goddess, you deserve to be worshipped properly, pleasured like there is no more time in the world, let me give you this, Y/N.” You felt Loki’s tongue lick a thick stripe up your glistening folds. His tongue gently separated your lips, nudging the small sensitive nub that was your clit. You weaved your fingers through his thick, dark locks, tugging sharply.

You gasped, feeling the amazing sensation between your legs. You had your fair share of men please you throughout your life. You’ve had them try their hardest to touch you just right, eager to find what makes you tick. But none of them, no matter how hard they tried, could achieve what Loki was currently achieving at the moment. He made you crumble beneath his touch within seconds, and worshipped your body as if it were the last thing he would ever do on Midgard.

Your fingers weaved their way into his black locks again, gently tugging them as his lips connected with your clit gave a harsh suck. Your body, as if it had a mind of its own, arched off of the bed as he pleasured you, one of hands stayed gripping your hip as the other slithered its way up your abdomen, massaging each breast.

Loki pulled away suddenly and peered up at you, his mouth and chin glistening with your juices as he gave you a mischievous smirk. “Does that feel good, my love?”

“Hmm, yes, Loki-”

“That’s it, Y/N, say my name,” He intentionally groaned, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure straight through your clit and you tumbled down from the immense orgasm. You were a panting mess, writhing and yanking at his hair as you came down from your high.

“I-If that’s what your tongue can do I can’t imagine what your cock can-” Loki silenced you with his lips, the familiar taste of yourself lingering on his tongue. “No need for filthy words, Y/N” Loki muttered against the skin underneath your ear, he could feel hot precum leak from his painfully hard cock, it almost drove him insane.

You relaxed and draped your arms around his neck, basking in the temporary silence, the only sound being both your heavy breathing. You snaked your hands down towards his hips and you palmed him through the thin fabric of his briefs. A choked groan tumbled from his lips at the gentle feeling. You continued to rub your palm across the length of his erect cock through the thin fabric, making Loki buck his hips into your touch.

“You can take them off, love.” You hooked your thumbs into the thick waist band and slowly tugged them down, your small hand curved over his ass, squeezing slightly and giggling at his shocked reaction. Loki didn’t flinch when the cool air of his room brushed against his swollen length, and it didn’t surprise you; he was a frostgiant.

He kneeled and shifted his boxers down his legs because your arms couldn’t reach. His cock stood proud and tall against his pale abdomen, the pinkness of his head contrasting beautifully against the pale.

Loki hissed in pleasure as your warm hand wrapped around him, your fingers smearing the precum around his tip. You began jerking him slowly, squeezing him here and there.

You let him take over, and you spread your legs until you were completely exposed to Loki again. Your breaths came out in short little puffs as he hovered over you, his green eyes darkened with a lustful gaze. You felt your entire body humming with excitement as he reached between your bodies and grasped ahold of his cock and gently ran it along your glistening slit.

His eyes found yours once again, but this time, instead of the predatory, lustful gaze, it was filled with love and passion.

“My love, as much as I want you to take you now, have you any precaution?” Loki’s gaze was serious, and he was relieved when you murmured the words ‘I’m on contraception’.

With a languid thrust of his hips, Loki was sheathed completely inside of you. You took a moment and felt the fullness of him inside you.

Loki held one hand on your hip as the other caressed your jaw as he gazed at you.

“You are divine, my sweet girl, so beautiful. (*) I will take you. Slowly, softly. And then I will claim you. Swiftly, thoroughly. So much that you will cry out for more. Your gentle whispers of my name shall become ragged screams of exhilaration.” He claimed your lips with his he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, the lude sound of slickness along with the sound of heavy breathing engulfing your senses.

Your arms hooked under his and your nails dragged down his back, bucking your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Patience, remember what I said, Y/N.”

You became the opposite, you wanted him thrusting harder, deeper, faster, you needed him pounding into you. Your wishes came true as you felt Loki’s large cold hand inch your thigh above his slim hips. Loki began to quicken his pace, though he kept his grace and steadiness whilst sucking your lip into his mouth, his teeth nibbling at the soft flesh, bringing a groan to rise from your throat.

“Ah-aaahhh, Loki I-” You hissed through your teeth as you felt bottom out, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix, as he pulls out to push back in again, his head brushes against your g-spot. Loki anchors himself by threading his fingers into your hair and pulling- not too rough, and not gently either. His other hand ventures down towards your heat, his fingers begin to draw pressured circles around your bundle of nerves and you begin to writhe against him in pleasure.

“That’s it, my good girl, cum for me, yes, cum for me, Y/N.” You feel your walls clench around him as your orgasm approaches at his words, with a swift pinch to your clit with his cool fingers, you come undone around Loki’s cock, your muscles contracting against him, adding pressure to the thick vein on the underside, egging his own orgasm on.

“Ah, fuck, Y/N. You’re so good for me, petal, my goddess, let me see those beautiful eyes.” Loki’s face contorted with his orgasm, as yours did prior. You felt the hot, thick streams of cum fill you as he almost collapsed on top of you and it prolonged your own orgasm, making you scream his name.

As Loki pulled out of you, he peppered tender kisses over your shoulders and neck. He shifted to lean on his elbow to look at you in your naked glory, the sweat was apparent on both of your flesh, gleaming in the soft light emitted from the lamp next to your head. Loki stroked a single finger over the skin of your cheek.

“I don’t think I’ve loved anyone as much as I love you, Y/N. It’s such a foreign feeling.”

“It’s okay, I love you too, Loki,” You pulled on a strand of his hair playfully, a smile adorning your lips, “though, I think we should shower, my hair’s gone a bit sticky from the chocolate syrup…horny.”

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Rome: Pathway of Power – The Woad Warrior

Written by TBD

Hector’s Journal #2: “You’ve heard the story before. The slave who became a general… or was it the other way around? Either way, I keep improving my station through means having nothing to do with my skills. Let’s see if I can keep this going – if I do, I could even be Emperor one day!”

When last we looked in on Hector the slave owner, he’d failed multiple times at having his slave win a gladiatorial battle. So without having any better ideas, I kept trying…

Reloading after not having played the game for a few days, I’d forgotten I’d saved the game after already owning a slave so accidentally bought a different slave.

Let’s take a look at my inventory…

Slaves are like Pringles – you can’t stop at one.

Well, I’ve now got two slaves and 25 sesterces. I still owe the moneylender 60 sesterces and need some amount more than 40 to bribe my way into the Palace. So let’s see if we can win a fight at the arena now. Maybe Billius and Barbarus can be the first ever tag-team.

On my first attempt, both Billius and Barbarus died to Ignominius’ sword.

But I kept trying. After another loss, my fight was against Lurkio instead of Ignominius. I remember Lurkio being bad at fighting before, so felt my chances were good.

Nice work, Billius!

Well, it was much easier against Lurkio. I’m glad I’ll never have to fight the unbeatable Ignominius. Let’s see who wants to challenge the new champion, Billius…

Oh, bugger.

Billius died, then I entered Barbarus, who also died. 65 sesterces still wasn’t enough to bribe the palace guard, so it was back to the drawing board.

I’d saved after Billius won the first fight, so just kept quitting the game and reloading (the game won’t let me load within the game so I have to quit without saving, then restart the game in order to do the equivalent of a LOAD command.)

Eventually Billius beat Ignominius.

The fact that the guy who risked his life gets nothing may seem inequitable, but just be glad I have the ability to LOAD an infinite number of times, Billius, or you’d be dead.

Well, I didn’t know how to withdraw Billius from the competition so a new challenger, Lecherus, killed him in the next fight. I still had 105 sesterces, and Billius had only cost me 5 so I leave as the soldiers take Billius’ body away. I’ll be sure to say something good about him for my eulogy – he did make me a profit of 75 sesterces, after all.

ECONOMIC ADVICE: If you reload and save-scum enough, slaves have a very good ROI.

Anyway, now that I’m richer, the palace guard will let me in for 80 sesterces.

Hmm. Perhaps the conspirators should have just bribed the guard to get an audience with the unguarded Emperor?

While talking to the Emperor, I now have a WARN option in my DO menu, so I use it.

After I warn him about Fellonius’ murder plot, I get a little cutscene.

And if he hadn’t confessed, I’d have been the one put to death. What a fair and balanced legal system!

I’m immediately given a commission as a Centurion. I’m sent to the rain-soaked land of Britannia, which, while currently part of the Roman Empire, has been somewhat retaken by a rebellious tribe of Celts.

So who exactly IS the Boss? Hogg? Nass? Tony Danza?

BRITTANNIA

Wait, so not only did the Emperor make a guy with no military experience a soldier, he put me in charge of an entire invading army? This Emperor is an idiot – maybe I should have let Fellonius depose him.

Oh dear. I’m now in a Real Time Strategy game. Now, it’s time to admit that RTS games are not one of my favourite genres. I like city building games like Pharaoh and Emperor, but get bored with the fighting parts. I hate controlling armies and having to carefully use the best strategies in order to succeed. And there aren’t any difficulty settings in this game so it looks like I’m stuck. Sigh.

As the only part of RTS games I like is building things, I choose to build a fort on the beach we start at.

Maybe we can conquer this land by challenging the Celts to a sandcastle building contest.

The way this section of the game works is we need to conquer this land by taking the enemy standard. Basically, it’s a ‘Capture the Flag’ game. Exactly how taking a flag determines which government controls your country isn’t made clear, but it’s no more ridiculous than watery tarts distributing swords, so I’ll let it pass.

First, let’s look at some of the features of this new interface by detailing the buttons on the left of the screen.

UNIT These buttons let us control each of our IV legions separately, or just use them all together with the ALL button. I did some things early on by getting different units to do things, but quickly got everyone killed by splitting my army so only used the ALL button for most of the game.

FORM The form command simply lets you line up your soldiers in the direction you choose. I can have my units form up in orderly rows to the north, south east or west. I found this useful when entering a choke-point, such as a bridge that I suspected Celts to be amassing behind. But I mostly didn’t use this, not knowing where the bad guys were until they were already running at us.

ORDER I can give lots of orders. While I tested out all those possible commands, I basically used a total of four of them.

WHO? This gives me details on whichever soldier I click on.

Sometimes they are various levels of tired so I let them rest. This guy is ENERGETIC so he can keep working for now.

Oh no, Centurion Benny Hill has died!

RUN This works the same way as in the cities. Run only works for me though, so if I have soldiers following me they lag behind very quickly. A useless command in this section.

MAP

The map starts in a fog of war. The red dots in the bottom right are my soldiers. I can move the red cross wherever I want and Hector will pathfind there. You can see the southern wall of one of the villages at the middle left.

STD This just lets me drop or pick up my standard (flag.) I can put it somewhere and at any point have the soldiers rally or retreat to it, but in reality I just kept it with me at all times except when I accidentally dropped it somewhere.

SYSTEM This also works the same as the city levels, which lets me quit (with or without saving) or restart the level or game.

Anyway, I start off by just having all soldiers follow me as I walk around looking for some Celts to kill.

Ooh. I think I found Pointy Stonehenge?

When I meet some British soldiers, I try the complicated battle tactics of screaming at everyone to do the bleeding obvious.

These are the kind of military tactics you get when you promote a guy who has never led anyone in his life.

Little known fact: Ancient Celts used Australian slang.

After a short fight, we lose. I lose a lot in this game. The dodgy pathfinding I’ve found so far in this game doesn’t belong solely to Hector. When I order my troops to attack, a number of them run off in random directions rather than where the obvious enemies are. Perhaps they want to take the long way around? Partly due to this, but mostly due to my general lack of skill and tactics, I die a lot. Whenever I die, I get an end screen and am told how I am to be killed.

You aren’t the first people to burn me in a wicker cage. I faced the same death in King’s Quest VI! I know how to get out of this – does anybody have any tears from a baby tear plant???

There are a few villages on the map that I can attack.

And sometimes the game’s stupid pathfinding makes me restart the entire chapter because it sucks.

For some reason, my partly built fort stopped me from leaving through the extremely large gap to the west and I had to restart the section. I hate you, game’s pathfinding!

It does kind of look like I know what I’m doing sometimes, but trust me, I don’t. All these men died within a few minutes.

And sometimes weird things happen, and all the Celts seem to be sitting down nursing a grazed knee or something.

I’m not trying my luck so I order the army to walk past them hoping they don’t notice us.

Now, as I mentioned, I died a lot in this part. I’ll admit that after many deaths I looked up a walkthrough for this stupid strategy section – I hope you don’t mind. I was really getting frustrated and had no desire to fully learn a system I wasn’t having fun playing. By cheating in this manner, I read that if I enter the huts I can actually make some cash which will apparently be useful in the future.

Pillaging: To rob a place using violence. I get that you’re waging war here, Hector, but do you have to sound so gleeful about it?

The walkthrough also gave me lots of tactics, and the advice to take all the villages before going for the standard, as I might need the money later.

But I couldn’t be bothered with all that, so after resorting to a walkthrough, I largely ignored it, and just kept restarting, ordering my entire army to follow me, and aiming straight for the main village in the north, almost always getting myself and my army killed before reaching the village.

Eventually, after many tries, I win the battle and me and my remaining 4 soldiers take the British Standard.

That’s what you get for trying to be independent, Britain! And I suggest you do the same in future if any of your rebellious colonies tries to rebel!

I return to Rome as a victorious General.

And as such a victor, the Emperor gives me another promotion.

It’s good that no jobs in the Roman Empire require any skills or experience. A few months ago my only experience was in mail delivery!

The crowd gives me a round of applause, and I get ready to start my new job. I notice that Barbarus is still following me around. I’m glad he found me after I arrived back from Britain.

And after that ordeal in Britain (I mean MY ordeal, not Hector’s) I think it’s time to take a break for now. At the start of this section I thought I was travelling a similar career path as Maximus from the movie, Gladiator. Now that I’m a Senator I’m wondering if I’m following the path of a different movie character.

I AM the senate!

Session time: 2 hours 30 minutes (I swear it felt like I was playing that RTS section for much longer) Total time: 5 hours 35 minutes Inventory: 85 sesterces, Barbarus

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