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Inevitable (Kang the Conqueror x Reader)

Word count: 1.8K

Summary: you don’t know kang, but he knows you

Tags: antman and the wasp: quantumania spoilers!!, canon divergent, avenger!reader, one-sided affection, soulmates (kinda), denial

Request: anon: “Ohohoho the DRAMA of a Kang fic okok so how about an avenger who’s super powerful, and loves Scott as a friend and is a good person and has a strong moral compass, somehow they end up in the quantum realm with scott and cassie etc…. And when they meet kang it’s like he knows her… he shows her them in the future being lovers etc… it’s almost like they’re soulmates and she is horrified, she thinks he’s good looking but nuu he’s a bad guy…. How will it all turn out o.O”

A/N: loved this prompt- I did deviate a towards the end but still hope it lives up to expectations. kang was fun and interesting to write for. complex villains are the best ngl lol

cross-posted to ao3 • mcu masterlist • writing masterlist

You didn’t blame Cassie for her invention going haywire and pulling you all into the Quantum Realm. Still, it wasn’t exactly ideal.

When you, Scott, Cassie, Hope, Janet, and Hank all got sucked into the Realm, you all got separated. You, Scott, and Cassie ended up together thankfully. You could only hope that the others were all together as well.

The three of you did your best to stay out of trouble. Except that’s exactly what you got into because, well, who knows? Avengers seem to have bad luck. If you were superstitious you’d say that you and Scott both being there amplified that.

There was an attack by what you thought was a sun—you all quickly found out it wasn’t—and then some big purple… thing. You were saved, but then next thing you knew, you were being captured by what Cassie called quantum people.

Great.

They separated you and brought you to their weird town. It was a marvelous setting, but you didn’t exactly get to admire it all that much. The people surrounded you and chanted loudly, spiking your anxiety. At first you were scared, especially when they poured red ooze into your mouth. You suddenly could understand them.

The leader, Jentorra, warned you that because you were from above, he would be hunting you. The Conqueror. He didn’t sound like someone you wanted to be captured by.

The attack was sudden. Ships shooting blue lasers descended. Robots, or what you thought were robots, began to go after people. It was a mess. Some of them evacuated, some fought. You, Scott, and Cassie ran. You all knew that you were the targets and you couldn’t get captured. Not before finding the others. You saved as many people as you could along the way.

There was a giant floating metal head—MODOK is what it called itself—that stopped you.

Turns out, it was an old acquaintance of Scott (and sort of Cassie). Darren, they called him, showed his—maybe this was mean, but it was true—hilariously ugly giant face. He took you to a tower and divided the three of you into cells. Scott cracked some joke about how he had been in jail four times—one more than Cassie.

Darren revealed that he worked for the Conqueror, who built him into what he was. As it turned out, the Conqueror built a lot of what you were seeing.

You were pacing around your cell, trying to devise a plan, when the sound of heavy footsteps began to echo through the hall. It caught your attention. You watched as a man in a green and purple suit approached Scott. His face was veiled in blue and his eyes shone with the same color.

He walked right up to Scott’s cell and they began to conversate. You were diagonal to Scott and next to Cassie. You weren’t sure if the man even saw you.

You heard Scott tell him he was an Avenger, and the Conqueror casually asked if he’d killed him before. “I’ve killed so many, they start to blur together…” the Conqueror mused.

Scott asked who he was, the Conqueror told him he was the man who had lost time. He began to explain that he had a plan for Scott.

You couldn’t fully hear him, and you decided to speak before you could think to stop yourself. “Hey, if you’re revealing your evil plan, can you clue us all in?”

The Conqueror fell silent. He turned to face you. The moment he laid his eyes on, a chill ran through your spine. The blue mask was gone. You could see him more clearly now. The look on his face… there was recognition in his eyes. Sure, he said he’d killed the Avengers in other universes, but this didn’t seem like that.

“Oh, you…” the Conqueror said, seemingly surprised. Pleasantly surprised. “MODOK said there was one he never met. I didn’t know it was you. I should’ve, though.”

The fact that he was handsome threw you. You were expecting someone… scarier looking? Or more alien. Although you supposed not every villain you dealt with after Thanos would be like him.

“Am I that much of a surprise?” you asked, raising your brows.

“A bit,” he admitted. “You look so… well, like you.” The Conqueror approached your cell, Scott forgotten.

“Okay, what does that even mean?”

“I haven’t seen you in so long,” he sighed out. There was a longing in his eyes that seemed so out of place given everything you knew about the man. “It’s good to see you.”

“I don’t know you,” you told him, shaking your head.

“Oh, but you do,” he replied smoothly.

The barrier on your cell dissipated suddenly. The Conqueror extended his hand out to you, passing easily through the barrier that had once been.

“If you would come with me, Y/N.”

You hated the way he said your name. There was an unearned sense of familiarity. Despite the allure in his tone and the gesture of his hand, you ignored it. The Conqueror let out a sigh. He turned on his heel and began walking away. Slowly. Waiting for you to follow him like he knew you would.

You looked to Scott’s cell. His eyes found yours. He didn’t speak, but he was trying to warn you silently.

That was Scott, always looking out for you. But if you had a chance to negotiate, maybe get you all home unhurt. You had to try, right?

You stepped out of the cell. The Conqueror hadn’t gone out of sight. The moment he heard your movement, he halted his own. You didn’t know the man, but you could see the victorious smile he wore before he even turned to face you.

“I knew you couldn’t resist,” he said knowingly. You began walking towards him cautiously. “I have something to show you, dear. I think you’ll find it quite enlightening.”

You stopped next to him, jaw clenched. “Who are you?” you questioned. “I want a name.”

“Kang,” he revealed. “You can call me Kang.”

You nodded. Okay, that was something. You waited for him to lead the way, and he did. He didn’t offer his hand again, he realized you had no intention of making contact with him.

You looked over your shoulder one last time. You couldn’t see Cassie from the angle you were at, but you gave Scott an assuring look. The one he returned didn’t quite match your confidence.

“I have to say, I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” Kang revealed once the two of you were alone.

“Yeah, because this is what I had on my schedule today,” you replied sarcastically.

Kang let out a laugh. It was short, but genuine. It was an odd sound to hear from someone who’d sent an army to take out civilians. That reminded you that you in fact should be scared of him.

You arrived in what appeared to be the center of Kang's tower—or whatever the hell he wanted to call it. It didn’t matter what it was, it was where he had been leading you.

“What’s on your mind?” the Conqueror asked, looking your way. You were put off by sincere curiosity.

“Okay, what is going on?” You couldn’t keep it in any longer. “Why did you bring me here? Huh? Why just me?”

“Nice to know some things never change,” Kang said, mind distant for a moment. Then, his gaze refocused on yours. “You always were a curious one.”

“Stop talking like you know me!” you snapped.

Kang remained eerily calm. “But I do. That’s what I wanted to show you.”

Without further word, Kang turned his attention to—well, you weren’t sure what it was. Your best guess was something similar to a projector. He did something, you couldn’t tell what, but suddenly beams of light shot out of it.

In front of you was a projected image of… you? You weren��t alone, though. At your side was the Conqueror himself. His arm was around your waist and your head was resting against his shoulder. You were both dressed formally. You couldn’t tell where the two of you were or what you were looking at, though.

The way the projection displayed, you were staring into your own eyes. It was unnerving to say the least.

“I liked this universe,” Kang spoke up. You nearly jumped, suddenly becoming aware of the fact that he was at your side in reality as well. “We had a lovely wedding.”

Your head snapped to him, unable to believe his words. Kang looked at you and let out a content sigh. “We’re married in a lot of universes. And even in the ones where we aren’t, we’re bonded.”

“You must’ve forced me.” It was the only explanation you could think of. “You say you’ve killed the Avengers—I’d never abandon my friends to love someone who’d do that.”

“There was no force.” He sounded briefly offended before regaining composure. “As for the ‘why’?” Kang allowed a small smirk to cross his face. “I won’t spoil the ending, dear, but I’ve seen it. I’ve seen every ending.”

“Why are you showing me this?” you asked.

“Because, I need your help. Well, you and your friend. Scott, right?” he finally recalled. “I need to get out of here,” Kang explained.

“I saw what you did to those people,” you argued. “Why would I help you?”

“My future directly impacts yours,” he explained simply. “If I get out of here, you could come with me.”

You let out a mocking laugh at that. “No way. I already told you, I’d never be with someone who has done the things you’ve done.”

He looked offended. Hurt, even? But it wasn’t like you lied. There was even a flash of anger but he regained composure.

Kang stepped close to you and you stepped back. Behind him, the holographic image changed. You and Kang. Then it changed again, then again. Picking up speed. You were watching as your future in hundreds of different universes played out. Different paths, different lives, but they all ended up the same way. With Kang.

He was proving a point.

“You and I are inevitable, Y/N. In every universe where we exist,” the Conqueror revealed calmly—calculating—and continued to approach you.

You shook your head. “No,” you stated firmly.

Kang tilted his head slightly, eyeing you curiously. “You really believe that, don’t you?”

It was right in front of your eyes and yet you refused to accept it. “I know it’s not true.”

“You don’t know anything,” he dismissed passively. Like he just knew he was right and didn’t see the need to genuinely argue. “Not yet, at least.”

It wasn’t until Kang’s hand rose to your face, his gloved hand brushing your cheek, that you’d realized you had fallen still in front of him.

“But you will see,” he revealed in a way that you could only label as ominous. “You always do.”

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map0fthes0ul7 · 5 months

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Heartbeats in the halls of academia.

Pairing: Dilf!Ceo!Professor!Jeonghan x Student!reader (ft. Jeonghan's clueless daughter Yena) ((Jeonghan is a whole combo here as y'all can see))

Warnings: Kinda angsty, but they get their happy ending, so hey, that's great!

Word count: 5407

Synopsis: Good ol' forbidden romance between Professor Jeonghan and his student y/n.

Author's note: I hope this one is also going to do well.

The towering figure of Yoon Jeonghan loomed at the front of the lecture hall, his presence commanding the undivided attention of every student seated before him. At 44, the CEO of Yoon Technologies had built an empire on innovation and foresight, and his reputation as a strict yet fair professor at the local university was nothing short of illustrious. With a keen eye that missed no detail and a wit that kept even the most brilliant minds on their toes, Professor Yoon had become a pillar of both the academic and business worlds.

As he lectured on the complexities of quantum mechanics, his voice reverberated through the hall, each word enunciated with knowledge and authority. He adorned a tailored suit, the dark fabric contrasting against his youthfully styled silver hair, his persona exuding a magnetic allure that was not lost on the students.

In the second row sat y/n, a passionate science student whose thoughts often drifted to realms beyond the subject at hand—specifically, to the man who stood just meters away. Y/n's pen poised above the notebook, the equations and theories interspersed with tiny scribbles and incoherent notes that betrayed a distracted mind. Though y/n was introverted, preferring the solace of books and music to the adventures that university life offered, there was one adventure that the heart seemed all too keen to embark upon—a dangerous dalliance with the professor.

Beside y/n, Yena's bright laughter broke the silence that had momentarily engulfed their small corner of the room. Yoon Yena, with her vivacious smile and inexplicable energy, was the image of collegiate exuberance. She was the only child of Jeonghan and the dearest friend y/n had at the university, their bond forged through shared interests and a love for science.

But it was a love of another manner that had y/n's thoughts in turmoil. Unbeknownst to cheerful Yena, y/n harbored a secret adoration for her father, a sentiment that flooded y/n with guilt and longing in equal measure.

As the bell signaled the end of the lecture, the students began to pack up their belongings, the buzz of excited chatter filling the air. Yena leaned over to y/n, her eyes glistening with plans and propositions.

"Are you coming out with us tonight?" Yena's invitation was as predictable as it was well-intentioned.

With a gentle shake of the head, y/n deflected, "I've got a lot on my plate. Maybe next time.

Yena pouted, playful but understanding. "You work too hard, y/n. You should live a little," she teased before bounding off to catch up with a group of her other friends.

Y/n was left alone as the last of the students tricked out of the lecture hall. Alone, that is, except for the man still standing at the front. With the hall emptied, Professor Yoon began to gather his own materials, his astute eyes catching y/n's lingering presence. An imperceptible silence stretched between them, filled only by the faint echo of Yena's laughter as it trailed off into the hallways.

"Is there something you didn't understand about the lecture?" Jeonghan queried, his tone a mix of concern and curiosity.

Mutely, y/n stood and approached the desk where he stood, clutching the notebook like a lifeline. Each step was measured, the heartbeat thundering in y/n's chest a stark contrast to the calm demeanor attempted to be displayed.

"Actually, Professor, I was wondering if you had any suggestions for extra reading. I find the subject fascinating," y/n admitted, looking up through lashes with a sincerity that was as indisputable as it was alluring to the older man.

A smile tugged at the corners of Jeonghan's lips. "I admire your dedication," he praised before writing down a list of books on a piece of paper and handing it over. As their fingertips brushed, an electric jolt of unspoken tension passed between them—an acknowledgement of something deeper than the exchange of scholarly advice.

"I appreciate it," y/n murmured, lingering for a moment too long, and then, with a final glance, turned to leave.

Jeonghan watched y/n's retreating figure, the rush of something forbidden stirring within him. It was a crossing of lines he was usually adept at maintaining, but the more he came to know y/n, the more difficult it became to uphold those barriers. He was acutely aware of the implications, of the ethics of his position. With a small shake of his head, he tried to dismiss the thoughts as mere weakness—at least until the next lecture.

A few days had passed since y/n had approached Jeonghan for extra reading material, and the tension in the air had not dissipated but rather intensified with every sidelong glance exchanged in the lecture hall. Y/n had delved into the recommended texts, each page offering both an insight into quantum mechanics and a connection to Jeonghan that provided a solace for the consuming thoughts.

Yet, the fantasies that played in y/n's mind were a dangerous escape from reality, with their tendrils looping ever tighter around a heart that shouldn't yearn so fervently for the forbidden. In the quiet of y/n's room, filled with stacks of books and soft music playing in the background, it was simple to imagine a different world; one where it wasn't wrong to want someone so unattainable.

Despite the internal conflict, y/n had excelled in the assignments, with Jeonghan's teachings echoing not just in the academic work, but in the daydreams that found their way onto the pages of a private journal.

One particularly late evening, deep in the embrace of the campus library's solitude, y/n realized a crucial textbook—a cornerstone of the upcoming thesis—was missing. It was a rare find, one usually kept in the professors' private collections. Without it, the research would be incomplete, an academic yearning so urgent that it nudged y/n towards an impulsive decision.

Remaining students were few as y/n made the way to Jeonghan's office, the silence interrupted only by the hesitant rhythm of y/n's steps. Reaching the closed door, y/n paused, the words 'Private' and 'Professor Yoon Jeonghan' neatly etched on the plaque. Stealing a breath to quell the rising nerves, y/n knocked softly.

The door creaked open, revealing Jeonghan in his sanctum, shrouded by the soft glow of his desk lamp, his attention undivided from the papers he was marking. He looked up, surprise evident in his features, replaced quickly by an accommodating warmth.

"y/n, what brings you here so late?" he inquired, motioning for y/n to enter.

"The book I need for my thesis isn’t in the library. I was wondering if you might have a copy I could borrow," y/n explained with a hopeful timbre.

A moment of contemplation passed over Jeonghan's face as he stood and walked to one of the many shelves lining the walls. With purposeful strides, he retrieved the desired tome and handed it to y/n with a gentle smile.

"Our little secret," he said softly, an undercurrent of playfulness in his voice that set y/n's heart racing.

As y/n reached out to take the book, their hands touched again, and this time, neither pulled away. Drawn by a force neither understood nor could articulate, they moved closer, a magnetic pull zeroing the space between them.

The first kiss came as a whisper against y/n's lips, soft but filled with the power of suppressed desire. It was a convergence of emotion, a silent confession of the feelings that swirled with reckless abandon in that confined space.

Professor and student, they knew the gravity of what they were doing, yet the kiss deepened, fueled by a hunger that had been waiting in the shadows of their professional façade. It was in that stolen moment, with the taste of the forbidden making the air thick with tension, that y/n and Jeonghan crossed a line from which there was no return.

Outside, the world continued unaware, stars peppering the night sky. Inside, two hearts wrestled with what it meant to be bound by society's rules yet led astray by the anarchy of love. It was only the beginning, the bursting forth of a story written in the quiet language of shared glances and unspoken promises, with consequences neither could predict nor fully comprehend.

In the aftermath of the kiss, the world seemed to stand still. Y/n clutched the treasured book against a chest that heaved with emotions too complex to untangle. Y/n and Jeonghan remained in the quiet cocoon of his office, the taste of their forbidden embrace lingering, an indelible mark on both their souls.

"Y/n," Jeonghan’s voice was a hushed murmur, torn between duty and desire. He stepped back, the space between them expanding like an unfathomable chasm. His eyes, usually so clear and confident, now swam with a conflicting storm.

This was a line they could traverse only once. The kiss—a single brush of lips—had sealed a secret pact, a silent agreement to the flames that licked at the foundations of the world they knew.

"We should forget this happened," Jeonghan's statement was heavy with regret, but his stare held y/n with an intensity that belied his words. He could not un-write the moment any more than y/n could, and they both knew it.

Y/n nodded, though every fiber protested. "Yes, Professor," came the whisper, a futile attempt to sew closed the threads they had so daringly pulled loose. Y/n left the room then, the book a weighty token of a shift in the equilibrium that resonated with every step away from Jeonghan’s office.

In the following weeks, the tension was only mounted. Their interactions in class were laden with a newfound formality, every word and gesture measured with surgical precision. Students and faculty remained oblivious to the undercurrent that hummed beneath the surface, but y/n and Jeonghan were acutely aware. Each glance shared was a brush stroke adding detail to the clandestine picture they had accidentally begun to paint.

Yena, blissfully ignorant of the drama unfolding, continued to be the link between her father and y/n, a bridge that neither could avoid crossing. She commented innocently on how studious y/n was and how proud her father seemed of y/n's academic progress, unwittingly tightening the knot at the juncture where personal and professional lines blurred.

The university’s annual science fair arrived like a gusting wind, all excitement and fluttering papers, with lectures giving way to demonstrations and experiments. Y/n's project, deeply influenced by the recent nights spent traipsing through quantum theory, drew an impressed crowd which included both Yena and, inevitably, Jeonghan.

As y/n presented the findings, expertly explained the complex mechanisms at play, a nervous energy coursed through veins. Jeonghan was there, a silent sentinel whose gaze bore into y/n with an intensity that was difficult to ignore. With each accomplishment that shone in y/n's eyes, Jeonghan's pride was matched by the quiet terror of the mounting bond forming between mentor and student, one he could neither publicly acknowledge nor tear his eyes from.

Yena clapped the loudest when the presentation ended, her cheers carrying a genuine love and pride for y/n. She threw arms around her friend in a congratulatory hug, seemingly deaf to the irregular tempo of y/n's heart—a rhythm that danced uneasily to a melody that spelled out jeopardy in haunting notes.

It was later that day, when the crowds had thinned and the buzz had dulled to a background hum, that Jeonghan approached y/n under the guise of discussing the project further. Yena, ever the social butterfly, had been whisked away by classmates, leaving them in a rare pocket of tranquility amidst the chaos.

"Your understanding of the subject is remarkable," Jeonghan said, his voice low, a treacherous vibrato beneath the compliment.

"Thank you, sir. Your guidance has been invaluable," y/n replied, acutely aware of the double entendre that laced their words.

Their eyes met, and in them, the reflections of that night in Jeonghan's office was a moment frozen in time, pulsing with life unto its own. They spoke of the project at length but danced around the conversation they truly wanted to have—a dangerous tango of words.

The fair wound down, and the sun dipped low, casting an orange glow over the campus grounds. Jeonghan and y/n wandered aimlessly, caught in the gravity of each other's company. The quiet became a living, breathing entity between them—one that whispered the truths they could not voice but felt with a fervor that neither logic nor ethics could silence.

As autumn bled into winter, the campus transformed under a blanket of white. Each flake of snow that settled on the university echoed the silent, frozen sentiment that hung between Professor Yoon Jeonghan and y/n. The secret of their singular kiss was guarded behind the somber walls of professionalism and duty, yet it simmered beneath the ice, yearning for the thaw of admittance.

Y/n navigated the semester with the dual burden of advancing academic ambitions and the weighty secret shared with Jeonghan. The more entrenched y/n became in the scientific exploration, the deeper the mental connection wove its tendrils through thoughts and motives, linking every discovery back to the man who was both mentor and forbidden infatuation.

The precarious balance of their interactions came under quiet scrutiny through the occasional curious glance from peers or the inadvertent, lingering handshake at the end of an earnest academic debate. Yet no concrete suspicion surfaced, their careful orchestration of exchanges nothing if not masterful. To the world, y/n was Jeonghan's most promising student, nothing more, and their determination to maintain that facade grew even as the hidden truth of their affection pulled them together like the unseen forces they so often discussed in lectures.

The approaching break brought a bittersweet solace, a respite from the constant need to conceal their attraction within the confines of the university. Yet, the absence only served to magnify the unresolved tension, to stretch the silence until it sang with a sweet, near unbearable pitch.

As the last of y/n's finals were submitted and the student body dissipated, the quiet of the campus became a reminder of that electric moment in Jeonghan's office, raising questions that thrummed in y/n's pulse.

During the winter break, y/n stayed on campus, lost in the research and theories that did little to distract from thoughts of Jeonghan. The resounding hollowness of the hallways echoed a sense of emptiness that y/n couldn't shake.

Yena, in her usual effervescent manner, had taken a trip abroad, her messages arriving as bursts of joy and snatches of escapades, a contrast to the solemnity that y/n found in books and quiet contemplation. In her absence, the link between y/n and Jeonghan seemed to grow even more tenuous, a frayed connection that was at once a source of agony and comfort.

Y/n's solitude was broken one late evening when a soft knock at the dorm door reverberated through the stillness. A glance through the peephole revealed a sight that caused y/n's heart to cease before thundering against ribs: Jeonghan, adorned in a nondescript coat, a cautious hesitance etched into his dignified features.

Opening the door, y/n found the ability to speak had fled, leaving a silence that Jeonghan stepped into with a careful poise, his presence in the small space nothing short of overwhelming.

"I wanted to check on you," he started, his words tightrope walkers navigating the dangerous height of their implications. "You shouldn't be alone over the holidays, y/n."

The concern in his voice was genuine, but it unfurled into the room like smoke, clouding the boundaries they had painstakingly erected. Y/n could only nod, the familiar guilt twining anew with the persistent want that had no rightful place amongst the ethics of their association.

Jeonghan didn't move to leave, nor did y/n close the door, their mutual hesitation a dance they both led. It was Jeonghan who broke first, his hand reaching out to touch y/n's, a contact that exceeded caution and sparked the return of all the emotions they had tried to suppress.

"Perhaps I should go," he whispered, though neither moved.

"Perhaps," y/n mirrored, the admission laden with the things that couldn't be said.

In the end, Jeonghan did leave, but the ghost of his touch lingered, a testament to the crumbling facade that was no longer resilient in the absence of prying eyes.

Classes resumed and the new semester began with a fresh snowfall, a reflective canvas upon which their continued charade could be etched. Y/n tackled studies with a renewed fervor, if only as an attempt to barricade thoughts of Jeonghan behind walls of formulae and hypotheses.

Their office encounters were strictly scheduled, terse discussions of academic progress marked by the rigid adherence to professionalism. The warmth that had once highlighted their interactions now lost to a cold formality, necessary for their survival within the confines of the institution.

A chance meeting in the library offered an illusion of normalcy. Y/n was buried in research when Jeonghan approached, a slight tilt to his lips that didn't quite qualify as a smile.

"I see you're still spending your evenings with quantum theories," he commented, a careful neutrality underpinning his tone.

"It's captivating," y/n returned, equally guarded. "There's so much yet to be understood."

"Indeed," Jeonghan murmured, his eyes holding y/n's for a moment too revealing. "Keep up the good work, y/n."

The exchange was routine to any onlooker, but laden with the silent acknowledgment of the growing space between them—a void filled with unsaid words and unacknowledged yearning.

Yet as the semester marched on, the ice around them began to grow thinner. Smiles became more frequent, shared laughter erupted over shared in-jokes about scientific anomalies, and cautious optimism breathed life into their covert looks. The escalating risk of their connection weighed heavily upon them, a dangerous game played on the edge of discovery.

Y/n's research led to a conference, a gathering of minds where y/n's work, under Jeonghan's guidance, would be presented. The excitement was tinged with trepidation—not over the showcase of the project, but the proximity to Jeonghan it would entail.

They traveled separately, a necessary precaution, meeting only at the conference hall amongst a sea of attendees. Y/n's presentation was met with accolades, a shining moment that Yena, who had rejoined campus life with gusto, witnessed firsthand. She beamed with pride, a supportive anchor not just for y/n, but unexpectedly, for her father as well.

The final evening of the conference saw attendees at a formal dinner. Y/n sat at a table with Yena and other students, Jeonghan at the head table, both keenly aware of each other's presence.

As the evening drew on, y/n stepped out onto a balcony for air, the stars overhead a vast, undisturbed witness. The door behind creaked open, and without needing to look, y/n knew it was Jeonghan who stepped out to join.

They stood side by side in silence, looking out into the darkness. Then, in a voice barely audible over the whispering wind, Jeonghan spoke—the words cutting through the months of unspoken truths and restrained feelings.

"I can't do this anymore," he confessed, his profile outlined by the ambient light. "Pretending that I don't—"

He stopped, the silence swallowing the rest, the implications hanging suspended in the air around them. Y/n turned to face him, the turbulence of emotions clear in y/n's gaze.

"I know," y/n replied, the admission a relief as it tore through the last barrier of denial.

They didn't touch, didn't step closer, but in that moment, the thaw occurred, and the unyielding frost that had encased their desires began to melt. It wasn't a resolution, nor an answer to the labyrinth of moral and professional repercussions, but an acknowledgment of the powerful, undeniable reality of their connection.

The return to campus was fraught with a new tension, an awareness that the thread they had been tugging on was near its breaking point—a point of decision that loomed inevitable on the horizon of their intertwined journey.

As spring arrived, the university campus bloomed with vibrant life, a stark contrast to the inner turmoil that churned within y/n. Jeonghan's confession at the conference had not been forgotten, it's echo a constant undercurrent to every lecture attended, every paper graded, every sidelong glance they shared. The thread that connected them—an intangible, delicate thing—stretched taut with the pressure of unfulfilled desires and unspoken words.

Every brush of their fingers as y/n handed in assignments, every shared look laden with meaning, sent vibrations along that ever-tensing thread. It was souring the purity of their academic relationship, tinting what should have been a professional mentorship with hues of something far deeper and more perilous.

Yena, as cheerful and oblivious as ever, spoke excitedly of future plans: graduation on the horizon, job prospects, and the pride she felt for her father and her best friend, y/n. She remained the picture of ignorance to the drama unfolding so close to her, unaware of how perilously close y/n and her father were to crossing a line that could not be uncrossed.

It was a late night in the laboratory, y/n absorbed in research, when the thread finally snapped. Jeonghan entered unexpectedly, the click of the door a jarring sound in the quiet. Their eyes met in an immediate and profound recognition of the end of all their self-imposed restraints.

"I can't do this," Jeonghan spoke first, his voice strained with the weight of months of confinement and hidden truth. "I can’t keep pretending that I don't feel anything for you. It’s affecting everything I do."

Y/n's research papers fluttered to the floor as if mirroring the collapsing pretenses between them. "I don't want to pretend either," y/n confessed, the heart's unguarded honesty breaking free at last.

Stepping closer, they abandoned caution as Jeonghan reached out to gently cradle y/n's face. The chemistry they had dissected abstractly now manifested physically, irrefutable and demanding to be acknowledged.

Their kiss, unlike the first, was not a question but an answer—vehement, deep, and brimming with the months of tension that had built up between them. It spoke of longing, of the undeniable attraction they’d battled against, and the collective resignation to the torrent of emotions they could no longer contain.

It was the beginning of something neither could fully understand nor control, a tale of two souls intertwined in a dance as old as time. But entwined with their newfound freedom was the weight of the myriad of complications they were set to face.

Reality crashed over them like a cascading wave as soon as they parted—the comprehension of their actions rippling through each with chilling sobriety. Together, they'd breached the sanctity of the student-teacher bond, ventured into the realm of the heart where logic had no domain.

"There will be consequences," Jeonghan said after a moment, the professor in him re-gaining the upper hand despite the lingering sensation of y/n’s lips. "We have too much to lose."

"And what if I think it's worth it?" y/n challenged, despair and hopelessness colliding with the flickering embers of what had just ignited between them.

Jeonghan's expression softened, his hand still resting on y/n's cheek. "Then I fear for what may come. For us, for Yena... everything could come crashing down."

They stood amongst the scattered papers, a symbol of the order they had thrown to the wind. The impact of their decision began to take shape—rumors, disciplinary actions, and the shattering of a young woman's familial image were all at stake.

Y/n withdrew from Jeonghan's touch, the weight of guilt enveloping the brief warmth. "We need to think this through. We can't... not without considering all the angles."

The acknowledgment of their reality, harsh and unyielding, settled between them as they parted that night—their relationship irrevocably altered, the path ahead fraught with uncertainty.

In the days that followed, the silhouette of normality was a guise they both donned with reluctance. Jeonghan returned to his authoritative role with an impenetrable facade, y/n to the studious demeanor that had been a constant before everything changed.

Yet the transparency of their previous interactions was forever clouded; every word, every assessment was now a labyrinthine exercise in extreme caution, each hyper-aware of any sign that might reveal their secret.

Yena, ever the doting daughter, and the loyal friend, began to notice a shift—not in her father, nor in y/n, but in the air that seemed to crackle with an energy around them. Her intuition nagged at her, whispering of changes she could not place nor fathom.

"What's going on with you and dad?" she asked y/n one evening, her gaze searching for some elusive truth.

"It's just the pressure of the semester," y/n deflected, the lie a bitter taste on the tongue. "We're both feeling it."

In her heart, y/n knew the time was slipping away, that the truth was a beast that would not stay caged indefinitely. This secret shared was a burden too heavy, a truth too poignant to remain hidden.

As y/n watched the last vestiges of daylight wane from the sky, there was an understanding that the story they had begun was far from over. The pages yet to be written loomed large and unpredictable, but it was clear that the journey they faced was one neither Jeonghan nor y/n could travel alone.

As the semester waned, the tension between Jeonghan and y/n had become almost palpable, a volatile cocktail of fear and longing that hovered over their every interaction. They moved through the motions of their respective roles with a deliberate caution that belied the undercurrent of suppressed emotions churning beneath the surface.

In the quiet confines of the library, y/n poured over textbooks, the lines and equations blurring as the thoughts circled back relentlessly to Jeonghan and the looming inevitability of their secret being exposed. It was a mental tightrope walk that left little room for error, the risk of condemnation and ruin growing with each stolen moment.

Meanwhile, Jeonghan, ensconced in his office and the rigorous demands of his CEO duties, found himself waging a constant battle between duty and the whispers of his heart. The sight of y/n's handwriting on a submitted paper could elicit a storm within him that took monumental effort to quell.

The rumors that were once mere shadows in the corridors of the university began to take shape, whispers that grew bolder with each passing day. Though no clear evidence presented itself, the growing sense of unease was undeniable. Their relationship, though rigorously guarded, emitted a frequency that seemed to invite scrutiny from those with a watchful eye.

Yena’s intuition pushed her to observe more closely, the daughter’s connection to her father serving as a conduit for her suspicions. Jeonghan's name, when coupled with y/n's in conversation, elicited a reaction she couldn't ignore—a sudden tightness around the eyes, a fractional delay in response. These were puzzle pieces she couldn't quite fit together, but her determination to understand the picture they formed intensified.

Y/n knew something had to give. The reality of the situation was a crossroads approaching at breakneck speed, an intersection that promised collision.

Y/n sat in the small cafe off campus that had become a refuge, the murmur of outside life a welcome intrusion to the cocoon of silence. As assignments were graded and lecture notes revised, the bell above the door chimed, signaling a new patron's arrival. With a hesitant glance upward, y/n's heart staggered as Yena breezed in, her eyes scanning the room until they locked onto y/n.

They greeted each other, but the usual ease was strained, a visible tension threading its way through the exchange. As Yena sat down, her convivial facade slowly crumbled, revealing a resolve that was as surprising as it was concerning.

"We need to talk," Yena stated, the gravity in her voice anchoring the moment in seriousness. "About you and my dad."

A cold dread settled over y/n, the words echoing like a death knell to the carefully constructed denial that had been clung to for far too long.

"There's nothing to talk about, Yena," y/n managed, though the conviction fell flat, a kite without wind.

But Yena persisted, her gaze unyielding. "I know there's something you're not telling me. And it's killing me not knowing."

Words failed y/n then, the truth a barricade too high and thick to cross. Yet the look in Yena's eyes pulled at something deep within, a plea for honesty that was as raw as it was heartrending.

In the wake of Yena's confrontation, the dominoes of their secret began to totter, threatening to tumble into chaos. Heavy-hearted and knowing that the time had come, y/n sought Jeonghan out, the need to discuss the next step a fire that refused to be doused.

Jeonghan's office stood as a symbol of their forbidden connection, the site of their passion, of furtive kisses and the echoing silence of unspoken vows. As y/n stepped in, it felt like crossing into another realm, a place where the walls whispered their memories back to them.

"We need to decide what we're doing," y/n began, the urgency of the situation straining the voice.

Jeonghan looked up, his features etched with lines of a silent struggle. "The risk is becoming too great," he admitted, a resignation sweeping through his words.

The conversation that ensued was as difficult as it was necessary, a navigation through the murky waters of ethics, emotions, and consequences. The affection that had blossomed was undeniable, the connection strong, but it was tethered to a reality they could no longer ignore.

They deliberated on coming clean, on facing the storm together, but the image of Yena—happy, bright, and unaware—loomed between them like a specter of potential disaster.

Days later, as spring flowers burgeoned outside, an air of somber finality settled within the hallowed halls of the university. Y/n and Jeonghan made the decision to step into the light, to confront the potential consequences head-on, rather than continue in the shadows.

They met with the university board, an assembly of faces stern and inquisitive, disclosing the truth of their relationship in stark terms. The ripple of shock and murmuring that followed their confession painted a clear image of the repercussions to come.

As the process of institutional inquiry commenced, Yena was told, the news delivered in gentle but unwavering honesty. Her world, once so stable and sure, fractured under the weight of the revelation. Heartache and betrayal warred within her as she grappled to reconcile the father and friend she knew with the personas they had just shattered.

The inquiry was a tempestuous ordeal—an external evaluation driving nails into the framework of their careers and personal lives. Jeonghan faced the repercussions within the academic sphere, his role as a professor brought into question, while his standing as CEO wavered under the industry's scrutinizing gaze.

Y/n endured the piercing looks and hushed whispers of fellow students, the isolation a stark contrast to the prior camaraderie. Yet, the heaviest burden bore down in the form of Yena's hurt—a chasm that yawned wide and uncertain in the landscape of their friendship.

Amidst the fallout, Jeonghan and y/n found solace in their shared resolve. The decision to bring their relationship to light, though devastating in its wake, was a testament to the sincerity of their feelings—a declaration that, despite the cost, bore a haunting beauty amidst the ruins.

The proceedings concluded with Jeonghan stepping down from his university position, a move that quelled part of the raging storm. His influence at Yoon Technologies remained strong, salvaged by years of dedication and success that spoke louder than the whispers of scandal.

Y/n faced the disciplinary actions of the board, sanctions that would forever mark an academic record but could not extinguish the passion for the science that had brought them together in the first place.

In the aftermath, Yena's relationship with y/n and her father saw a tenuous beginning towards healing. It was a process fraught with pain and introspection, where forgiveness had to be measured against the sense of betrayal that lingered like a stubborn shadow.

The future remained an abstract notion, one that promised difficulty but was not devoid of hope. Within the quiet corners of their reality, Jeonghan and y/n nurtured the bond they had fought to preserve, a connection that spoke of resilience and quiet strength.

They emerged from the tempest changed—not unscathed, but perhaps wiser and certainly more aware of the preciousness of the love they carried with them into the unclear path ahead, a silent promise of resolution held tight in their joined hands.

#jeonghan #jeonghan fic #seventeen imagines #jeonghan imagines #seventeen angst #jeonghan angst #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan fluff #svt imagines #svt fanfic #svt fic #svt scenarios #svt x reader #svt #seventeen jeonghan

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moonlit-imagines · 4 months

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Headcanons for being Scott and Hope’s child (Hank Jr. Edition)

Scott Lang/Hope van Dyne x child!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Scott and Hope have a baby girl (reader). And everything seems to be fine, but somewhere from the age of five, it becomes clear that the reader is a complete copy of her grandfather Hank Pym, that is: she is incredibly smart, she loves ants (she can talk about them for hours), she also has problems controlling anger (she hit a guy in the face at school for saying that ant-man sucks), thinks that there is no one smarter than her and her grandfather, and she also transferred his sarcastic communication style and views on things and people around, for example, when she first met Tony, she said: "You can never trust Stark."”

somewhere in the distant future a special kid was born

and that special kid had special parents and special grandparents

and those parents and grandparents were two generations of superheroes who saved countless lives (and, well, the world)

so it was no surprise to them that this next generation would be just as intelligent and caring as the ones before them

*cue a toddler with crayons in class*

“and then my grandpa asked the ants nicely to fly him to a bunch of different places and do all these cool things like move stuff around and like do other stuff” -you rambling on

“do you like anything besides ants?” -your teacher

“no” -you, continuing to draw ants on your paper

hank and janet were quite proud grandparents

and scott and hope, your wonderful amazing parents…couldn’t get enough of it

“honey, what about wasps? wasps are cool, right?” -hope

“no” -you

“she’s spending too much time with my dad” -hope

“well, he’s the only babysitter we’ve got since cassie got that new job” -scott

“oh, you mean our old job? yeah, miss those days where we could go flying around getting into trouble and beating people up” -hope

“well, you promised we’d retire so y/n wouldn’t end up with a childhood like yours” -scott

“y/n’s gonna want to be a superhero when they get older, arent they?” -hope

“let’s not think too far ahead. it might kill me” -scott

scott reads you his biography every night before bed

and you always giggle at the parts where your mom and grandpa bully him

“hey, not funny!” -scott

“so funny” -you

“dont get any ideas” -scott

“daddy, are you gonna get arrested again?” -you

“if i do it’ll be grandpa hank’s fault” -scott

you continued spending time with grandpa hank and grandma janet

and they spoiled the crap out of you

hank…got you an ant farm

“now you’re just being ridiculous, hank” -janet

“what? i’m just having some bonding time with my grandchild! hope never wanted anything to do with me growing up” -hank

once you started getting older, you wanted to hang out in grandpa’s lab allll the time. day and night

your parents hated it

“hey, think this one will suck us all into the quantum realm?” -scott

“it was one time!” -cassie

cassie was at hank and janet’s a lot, too, actually. they always wanted to help her with her suits and gadgets and all that

and make sure she had plenty of pym particles

“you have enough, right? here, take some more, i have plenty” -hank

“grandpa, please, i have more than enough, thank you” -cassie

“can i have some pym particles?” -you

“we can play with them in the backyard next time youre over” -hank

you draw new suit designs for cassie all the time

some of them she actually incorporates into her suits

and as you get older, you try to start designing more tech for her

“y/n is really scaring me” -hope

“why?” -scott

“just watch her and my parents together…they’re the same” -hope

“dear god, what have we done” -scott

“dad, look at this new pym particle powered weapon, i just finished the prototype!” -you

“okay, now i’m mad because where was this when i needed it!” -scott

“fifteen to twenty years too late” -hope

“we should have gotten together sooner” -scott

“i disagree” -hope

“wow, not even a pity agreement” -scott

asking your parents if they’ll get back into crime fighting

they said no

asking if you can get into crime fighting

they said no again

so you just kinda stockpiled all your ideas

and did everything you could to further your grandpa’s work

and help your sister

and keep your parents’ minds at ease (doesn’t really work)

and maybe one day you’ll be able to ride those ants and kick some ass like you always dreamed

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fluffymcu · 1 year

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Request made by @the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose I was having difficulties figuring out how to write this so I changed a few things hope you don’t mind. I also don’t know how to write the soulmates trope since I don’t really believe in it, but I tried my best 🥲

Warning: this is a lil spicy, another warning, this is pretty bad💀 I’m horrible at writing spicy stuff and I’m not used to writing such a detailed story like this lol

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You were a 21 year old scientist at Pym Technologies, working closely with Hank Pym on a project about the quantum realm. Over the years, you grew closer to the Pym and Van Dyne family, and that eventually grew into the Lang family. At 25 years old, on a mission to save Janet, you were able to safely enter the quantum realm. But after a war trying to get home, with an unknown villain at the time, you were captured by the enemy. This story takes place right after these events.

———

You’re curled up on the floor, with your knees to your chest, thinking about the events that just unfolded. You were stuck now. Stuck in the quantum realm destined to a fate that Janet had lived for 30 years. You were so close to getting home, and seeing the Pym and Van Dyne family get reunited. But now, all hope is gone. You’re captured by an enemy you don’t even know.

But Janet knew.

“I can’t believe this.” Janet mumbled. She had her face in her hands and shook her head hopelessly.

You teared up at the sight. “I’m so sorry. I feel like this is all my fault. We were so close to getting home. We were right there. I’m so sorry.” You said, looking at Janet in the cell across from you.

“This is not your fault, y/n. None of it. You tried to get me out. And I thank you for that.” She smiled faintly, but flinched at a sound coming from afar. “But let’s not talk about that right now. Y/n listen; this…this man…he thinks he’s a god. He’s a monster, he’ll get in your head and he’ll manipulate you! You cannot trust him! He-“

“I wouldn’t trust her…” a soft spoken voice came from the shadows, startling the both of you. Heavy footsteps filled the room. A tall, muscular man came out of the shadows, revealing an intriguing and intricate suit. “Me however…. I’m not one to lie,” The man stopped right in the middle of the hallway, blocking your view of Janet. He turned to you, his blue mask dissipating. “Especially to you.”

You were taken aback at how handsome the man was, but that wasn’t the point right now. Right now you were freaked out about the whole ‘kidnapped right before being able to get home’ thing.

BUT….at the same time he was very handsome ANYWAY-

“What does that mean?” You furrowed your eyebrows at that. “Especially to you”? You didn’t know the man.

“Janet however,” he starts, avoiding the question and turning to face her. “She has a way of… shifting the blame. Don’t you?” He slightly smiled at her, but his eyes were filled with rage. In his mind, Janet was the reason they won’t be able to stop what’s coming. He won’t be able to escape this hell and win the battle that will so inevitably come.

Janet was frozen, truly speechless. This was when you started suspecting that they had some history.

“Look,” you started. “We don’t want trouble. We just want to get home.” You bargained, hugging yourself. You couldn’t stop looking at the man. He was so handsome and there was something about him that attracted you so much to him. “Green and purple…” you chuckle, him turning to face you. “Those are my favorite colors.”

For a second, his stone cold stare softens, and he slightly smirks. “I know.”

You blushed at that, looking down at your feet and holding your hands behind your back. You couldn’t explain the feeling you felt for him. You didn’t even know his name! It felt so weird, you’ve never dated; too busy at the lab, not enough time and whatnot, but for once in your life, you had time…

“So you two have history?” You pointed at Janet and the man. Janet was looking at everything but you. “You guys, like… dated or something?” You asked, your tone very protective all of a sudden. “Which I mean, that’s totally cool if you did, I’m just-“ the man smirked at your awkwardness, making your face heat up. “I’m just asking! It- you know what? That’s… none of my business actually, so. Yeah I’m just gonna shut up.” You sighed loudly, crossing your arms, “subtly” making your breasts look bigger, making kang’s smirk grow. He didn’t hide the fact that he was looking either. What could he say, you were sexy in every universe.

“Yes, we have history,” he started. You couldn’t help but falter at that. “But not the kind you think.” He assured, smiling at your sense of relief. He turned to Janet and his gaze hardened once again. “More like, unfinished business.” He sighed. “You see, Janet wants to get out of here.” He turns to you. “And I… need… to get out of here.”

“You must have been here a while, like Janet. I can’t imagine what that must’ve felt like.” You leaned against the wall looking nonchalant. “If only you had a… a special partner to help you pass the time-ahem!” You coughed, covering your mouth and looking the other way. Kang had to find the strength not to laugh at him picking up what you were puttin’ down.

“Well, you know, I managed but… there were times when I’d wish I had a certain someone there with me…” he sighed, turning briefly to Janet. “Anyway,” he started, pacing slowly around the room. “Your friends are likely to come for you both, I reckon very soon…” he smirked. “And I need something from them to help me get my ticket out of here.”

“Why do you need to get out of here now?” You asked. This place didn’t seem so bad, and after 30 years, you’d have gotten used to the place by now.

“I need to stop what’s coming.”

“What’s coming?”

“…..Me.” His smile faded. “A lot of me.”

You shrugged. “I mean, don’t see what’s wrong with that,” you mumbled to yourself but saw his smirk grow. “Heh… but that’s just me.” You smiled awkwardly and internally face palmed at that. I’m really ruining my chance with this man. You thought.

“I wish there wasn’t anything wrong with that,” he mumbled, sadness in his eyes. “But unfortunately, life isn’t so merciful.” He stared into the abyss for a second before snapping out of it and clasping his hands. “So. If you want to stop what coming… and trust me… you do…” he turns to Janet. “You’ll convince your friends to get me what I need.” And with that, he left the room.

You felt like you were at a cliff hanger there. He just..left? And he didn’t even acknowledge you after he talked to Janet?

You slid back down the wall and rested your hands on your knees. “I thought we had something.” You mumbled, clearly a bit confused. This caught Janet’s ear.

“Wait. Y/n… you don’t feel anything for him… right?” She looked at you cautiously. You looked away at the wall for a few moments before shrugging. “No… No y/n you can’t! He’s a liar! He- he- he’s not to be trusted, I told you! You… you cant!” She didn’t know what to say. Right now she was just shocked that you would be considering liking that monster. “How could you like him?!”

“Don’t ask me that!” You snapped. Janet stopped, taken aback. “You call him a monster, a manipulator, a liar, but I didn’t see any of that! I know you spent 30 years down here, and I’m not doubting your judgement but…”

“…But you are…” she gasped, staring at you. “You don’t believe me.”

You sighed, furrowing your brows. “It’s not that I don’t believe you Janet, I just… I’m feeling things. Things I haven’t felt. For anyone. I’m just curious is all. And if he really was such a monster, I don’t see why he would’ve kept you alive all these years- I’m just saying… there may be more sides to him. Everybody has a story.” You mumbles the last part, turning away from Janet and laying on the floor, trying to fall asleep.

Janet was shocked, shaking her head at your inexperience as she settled on the floor, closing her eyes to enter a dreamless sleep.

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You were a light sleeper, so you regained consciousness when you heard the wall of your cell dissipate. You instantly felt another person in the room with you so you opened your eyes to see the tall man towering over you. You quickly sat up, confused as to why he was letting you out of your cell. “What’s going on?” You stood up and hugged yourself, feeling a bit insecure now.

The man only stares at you for a few moments, taking in your beauty before speaking. “You know, I find it so…. poetic almost…. how time always brings you to me… in every universe.” He spoke softly, careful not to wake Janet up.

You stood there, processing what he said. “Brings… me? To you?” You pointed at yourself. Kang reached a hand out for you to take.

“I’d like to show you something.” He says, holding his hand out. You should be scared, Janet’s words of caution run through your mind. You should heed them, yet, you don’t. You’re not afraid of the man. You actually trust him. And he hasn’t even given you his name.

Without another thought, you take his hand, and he leads you out of the jail, into what looked like his personal bedroom. Admiring the detail of the palace, you smile slightly at what you’re seeing. “It’s a nice place you got here.” You say awkwardly.

Kang fully smiles at you for the first time, making you smile back. He’s even more handsome when he smiles, god.

“It serves its purpose.” He shrugs, taking this moment to look you up and down, subtly biting his lips. You almost shrink yourself in, blushing under his gaze, feeling nervous almost insecure. But you knew you looked good. And so did he.

“You… wanted to show me something?” You clear your throat, rubbing your hands together.

Kang quickly nods and with a flick of his hand, images out of thin air are shown, not just any images; pictures of you. With him. The pictures were 1, then 2, then 10, then 100 and then thousands of pictures of the both of you flashed in a matter of seconds, each one a different universe…and you were both together. Lovers. In every universe.

You pointed at the screen. “This…… we….. we’re together… in all of these universes?” You whispered, lost in your thoughts. Kang sat on the armrest of the chair, smiling sadly at all the pictures and nodding his head.

“Every single one. We are what’s called an absolute point in time.” He smirks, looking at the last picture shown of him kissing a pregnant you’s belly. You raise your eyebrows at that.

“We have kids…” you laugh softly, feeling butterflies in your stomach. How could a man like the picture be a monster?

“We do.” Kang gets up and walks slowly to you, taking your hand in his and the other hand on your cheek. “It was only a matter of time before time itself brought you to me.”

“So you knew. You knew we were meant to be together and you knew that I was coming here… that’s why you were ready when I came to save Janet.” You said, piecing the puzzle together. He nods and looked into your eyes lovingly.

“I’m just glad I have you now.” He sighed, looking at your lips.

You couldn’t deny it now. This was your destiny. An absolute point in time, there was no escaping it, and not that you wanted to anyway. You smiled and held his face in your hands.

“You have me.”

He softly kissed you and you quickly returned the kiss, melting into him like you’ve done this a million times. (And technically you have!) Kang slowly picks you up by your thighs and leans you against the wall as he kisses you. You’re lost in this bliss now and you no longer believe Janet’s claims of this man being a monster. If he’s capable of loving you like this, there’s no way.

You’re in paradise right now with him pressing his hips against yours, and squeezing your thighs. “I’ve been waiting so long for you.” Kang mumbles in between kisses, kissing you down your neck, hitting your sweet spot. You lay your head back and moan at the sensation, your hand on the back of his neck.

“Then don’t keep yourself waiting.” You teased, gasping as he kisses your sweet spot again.

Kang then walks you over to his bed and gently lowers you down. You smirk and look him up and down. “So uh… does the suit come off? Cause it’s the middle of the night and you don’t have pajamas on.”

With a smirk, kang opens his arms and the suit quickly disappears into metal rings that came out of the floor, leaving him in his under garments. It was then that you saw how truly muscular and how in shape he was. “Damn.” Was all you could say. “I get this in every universe?!” You chuckled breathlessly, gladly returning the kiss and he climbed on top of you. He takes his time, grinding his hips with yours, relishing in the sound of your moans. You’re his now, and with you by his side, he knows he’s unstoppable now.

———

“Oh my god…” you pant, blanket covering your body. “That was….” You look at him with a surprised expression. “Let’s just say I’m glad I’m stuck with you as my soulmate.” You giggle at his smile. “I mean like… you had to have practice down here. You can really have spent 30 years without-“ you pause when he shakes his head. “Really!?!” You gasp. “You waited for me?” Your voice softened.

“Of course. I can’t imagine being with anyone but you, y/n. You’re my heart’s desire.” He said, looking into your soul. Your eyes teared up and you turned your body to face him. You never had someone care for you like this. Ever. It was an honor.

You scooted closer to him and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer. You ran your thumb over his scars as you looked into his eyes. “I love you and I don’t even know your name.” You whispered breathlessly.

He smiled at how you love him so quickly, so easily, and how you’re already submissive to him. He knows now that you’re with him no matter what. You’re his.

“Kang.” He kisses you softly. “But you can call me Nathaniel.”

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Omg bruh I hate this so much I’m such a crusty writer 😭😭lolll but i did my best I wanna write a second part depending how this one does but it would kinda just be Janet’s reaction to you sleeping with Kang and then maybe Scott and the gang show up and try to go home but then you might not want to go home anymore… you found your soulmate so… 🤷🏽‍♀️ idk SHOULD I? WRITE A SECOND PART?!

#avengers #marvel #marvel mcu #kang the conqueror #kang x reader #jonathan majors

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thebisexualdogdad · 11 months

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Can I ask a Cassie Lang× male reader where reader sees her in her costume for the first time and get turned on by her

Cassie Lang x male!reader

For the last year you had been working with Cassie and Hank studying the quantum realm and Hank was more than happy to help when you wanted to surprise Cassie with a suit of her own.

"We should be able to give Cassie the suit by next week, just needs a few finishing touches," Hank says proudly.

"You're not going to tell Scott about this right? He knows she's been messing around with some of his old tech but I don't think he's ready to see her become a superhero yet without going into worried dad mode," You ask him as you're inspecting the suit with the intention of shrinking it before Cassie arrives at the lab.

"Don't worry Y/N, it's Cassie's decision to tell her father," he says putting away his tools that he was using to make some adjustments to the suit.

"Tell my dad what?" Cassie asks from the doorway making you jump in surprise and drop the suit.

"Hey babe, we were just you know… talking about the quantum realm," you say, subtly trying to kick the suit under the table.

"What is that on the ground?" Cassie asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," you shrug.

"Y/N," Cassie says more sternly.

"Give it up kid, we've been caught," Hank says.

"Okay well we still have a few kinks to work out but…" you say picking the suit up, "Hank and I made you your own suit."

Her face lights up and a huge smile grows, "are you serious?"

"I hope you like it," you say, handing it to her.

"I love it," she cheers, holding the suit out in front of her and admiring it before hugging you tightly, "thank you so much Y/N and you too grandpa," she adds giving Hank a hug as well.

"You've been working hard Cassie, you deserve it," he tells her.

"You should try it on," you suggest, wanting to make sure it fits okay.

"Sure," she says all giddy, slipping it on over her clothes.

She zips up the purple suit and your jaw literally drops seeing her for the first time.

"You look great," Hank smiles, noticing you awestruck by your girlfriend, "close your mouth son or you're gonna catch flies in there."

You snap back to reality and Cassie presses the center of her suit, shrinking down like an ant for a moment before returning to normal size.

"And it works," she smiles, "you did a great job grandpa."

"Thank you but Y/N deserves the credit he did most of the work," Hank states, "I'll give you two a minute alone before we begin our research."

Hank leaves and Cassie approaches you, wrapping her arms around your neck with your hands going to her waist.

"This is an amazing surprise Y/N, thank you," she smiles, kisses you sweetly.

"I can't take my eyes off of you Cass, I mean not that I can normally but in that suit you're extra breathtaking."

"So you're saying I look hot?" She teases.

"Really, really hot," you say, kissing her again, more heated this time.

"Maybe I should wear the suit while we are working tonight since I look so hot in it," she grins.

You make a fake coughing sound and smirk, "actually I think I'm coming down with something, we should skip researching tonight and go back to my place."

"Hey grandpa Hank," Cassie shouts, "Y/N isn't feeling good we are gonna head home for the night so he can get some rest."

"Sure thing kids," Hank shouts back from the other room knowing fully well you aren't 'sick' but he doesn't mind, you're young and in love and deserve a night off after how hard you all have been working.

You barely make it through your front door before Cassie's lips are back on yours, she's still wearing the suit so your touch is met with cold metal.

"As incredible as you look, I think you need to take the suit off if you want to continue this," you chuckle.

She hits the center of her suit and it shrinks down returning to her regular clothes.

"Much better," you smile, picking her up and carrying her across your apartment towards your bedroom.

"Guess you're feeling better," she teases, kissing along your jaw.

You make another coughing sound and lay her down on your bed, "actually I think I need a visit from doctor Cassie."

"Hmm, you should take your clothes off so I can do a full exam," she laughs.

"Well if that's what the doctor orders," you smile, beginning to unbutton your shirt.

#marvel imagine #cassie lang imagine #cassie lang x reader #x male reader #fic

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firstelevens · 2 months

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🎤 or 📷 for the sambucky prompt? If you'd like!

I may have played a little fast and loose with the prompt, but I was inspired! This one got pretty long, so it's posted on AO3 if anyone would prefer to read it there.

📸 Accidental Public Confession

“I hate time travel,” groans Sam, for at least the fifth time today.

“A little louder, Sam; I’m not sure they heard you across the Hudson,” hisses Bucky.

So far, they’ve been doing a decent job of blending in. Any gawking that they did when they got here seemed to go unnoticed, because even a hundred years in the future, New York City is the kind of place where tourists roam wide-eyed and slow down the pace of the sidewalks. Still, until it’s clear how much the world has changed in this place where the Quantum Realm spat them out, it’s best to keep a low profile.

They decide to head for Bleecker Street, in hopes that the Sanctum Sanctorum has survived and they can get some answers, but they’ve only walked a few blocks when Sam stops dead in his tracks and grabs Bucky’s hand to stop him, too.

Bucky’s first instinct is to check that Sam is okay, but then Sam grabs his chin and turns his head to face where he’s been pointing: the building that used to be Avengers Tower, still standing. There are people milling around outside, but banners hung by the entrance still have the Stark Industries logo on them, and if Bucky’s few interactions with Morgan Stark have been anything to go by, there’s a good chance that the people in that building are smart enough to help them figure out what went wrong. He realizes belatedly that Sam’s hand is still in his and abruptly lets go, nodding towards the building as they change course.

It’s only when they cross the street and get closer to the entrance that the two of them realize that that won’t be the case. The building looks the same from the outside, but now, in brass letters, the sign above the doors declares it the Smithsonian Museum of American Superheroics.

Sam and Bucky share a look for a moment, silently agreeing to head inside. The cloaking devices on their gear hold up just fine under the scanners by the door, and they step into a sunlit atrium, full of families and tour groups looking around in awe.

Beside him, Sam accepts a map held out by a docent and unfolds it. “Look,” he says, tapping at a spot on the map. “There’s a research and preservation wing on the fifth floor. You think they’d be able to help us? Or point to someone who could?”

“Maybe,” says Bucky, frowning as he looks around, “but maybe it’s worth figuring out how folks here and now feel about us before we go barging in.”

There’s a considering noise from Sam, and then he looks up from the map, pointing towards a dramatically lit archway off the atrium. Hanging beside it is a banner that reads, ‘The Star Spangled Man: Bearers of the Captain America Legacy.’ “We could start there, maybe.”

They cross the atrium, flanked by groups of tiny school kids, and make their way into the exhibition room, its low light a contrast to the bright atrium. There’s a hush in the space, the kids shushed into apparent reverence by their chaperones.

The first room is a lot like the one Bucky remembers from the museum in DC: the story of Steve’s time in the war, with a small feature on each of the Commandos. There’s a section dedicated to Isaiah Bradley and the people whose lives he saved, though it doesn’t linger on what happened to him afterwards. Then it moves on to Steve’s time with the Avengers, capped by the Sokovia Accords and the battle against Thanos. Bucky is relieved to have seen very little mention of himself, though he’s confused by the lack of Sam in any of the exhibit so far.

They follow the path into the next room, and Bucky’s unasked questions are answered. Dead center, in a glass case large enough to accommodate the suit’s full wingspan, is a replica of Sam’s first Cap uniform.

Bucky looks over to Sam, whose face is doing something complicated as he looks at the uniform on display. When his face hasn’t cleared after a moment or two, Bucky murmurs, “Bad research. They should fire whoever did this.”

Sam’s face immediately goes from warring emotions to pure confusion. “What? Why?”

Keeping as straight a face as he can, Bucky gestures to the wax figure wearing Sam’s uniform. “Look at this guy. This mannequin has never even heard of leg day. How’s anyone gonna make a Sam Wilson figurine with legs this skinny?”

It earns an quiet laugh from Sam, who gently cuffs Bucky on the shoulder and shakes his head as he walks away. Much as Bucky would like to stick by Sam and keep him laughing, it occurs to him that this will go faster if they cover more ground, so he starts at the opposite side of the room.

As the two of them work towards the middle, Bucky skims every plaque that he comes across, looking for signs that he and Sam showing up at a superhero facility might be unwelcome, but there aren’t any. Weirder than that is the fact that Bucky is almost halfway around the room, and the exhibit has only covered the first few years of Sam’s time as Cap. He knows they’re not supposed to engage with too much information from the future, but it seems strange that he’s halfway through the section about the work they’ve done together, and the timeline has already caught up to the mission that he and Sam were on two weeks ago.

Sam looks equally confused as the two of them approach each other, stopping in front of a glass case where Bucky is stunned to see his own face looking at him from the pictures on display. He’s spent enough time with the Wilsons to pick out everyone in the family photos—Titi and Gideon and both of Sam’s parents, all the people he’s gotten to know and love in Delacroix—but Bucky’s face crops up everywhere. He’s in the Christmas card photo, and beaming proudly in the background while AJ shows off his little league trophy, and manning the grill with Sam at a cookout. There’s the pictures of the team that Kate has been taking lately with her polaroid camera, shots from news stories and from the time they invited a photographer along to document a training exercise, and in every single one, Bucky is by Sam’s side.

He takes a few steps back to see the entirety of the display and feels his jaw drop. This entire section of the exhibit is specifically about him and Sam, and he might be able to convince himself that it was about their partnership in the field if it wasn’t for the words in his own handwriting, projected against the backdrop of the display case: the crisp, slanting cursive that all his teachers used to applaud him for, spelling out the words, ‘until the end of time.’

Bucky knows those words, knows exactly where and when he wrote them down, but what he doesn’t know is how anyone could have seen them. He keeps that letter with him, locked in a desk drawer and tucked away from prying eyes. Nobody’s read it but him; he never even bothered to send it. He’d just written the letter to put his feelings into the world somewhere, never intending for them to be anyone’s problem but his own, and now…

It suddenly strikes him that Sam has been strangely quiet this whole time, and when Bucky looks over at him, his eyes are wide and apologetic. Inside the display case, right at his eye level, is the letter that Bucky locked away six months ago and has tried not to think about every day since.

“I’m so sorry,” Sam starts to say, and Bucky’s not sure he can stand to hear it.

“It’s fine,” he says, like it’s not rapidly getting harder to breathe. “It’s– you didn’t– it’s not a big deal. It isn’t.”

“I shouldn’t have read it,” Sam’s saying. “I didn’t realize what it was; I saw that it was addressed to me, and I read the date and I figured it would be something I’d recognize, but–”

“You couldn’t have known.”

“Still,” says Sam. “I’m sorry.”

“We don’t have to talk about it,” Bucky says tightly. He tries not to think about all the stupid things he said in that letter, all the damage that he’s just done to this friendship that Sam will be too kind to acknowledge. “Let’s just go home and we can pretend it never happened.”

Something flickers over Sam’s face before he clenches his jaw and squares his shoulders, nodding briskly. “Of course,” he says.

It’s Sam who walks away first, bound for the research wing entrance at the end of the exhibit. Bucky watches him go for a moment before turning back to the display case for one last glance. For all that he never wanted his letter to get out, Bucky can’t help but feel grateful that this is the part of his legacy that’s made it into a museum. He knows intimately the mark that the Soldier left on the world, and while that blood isn’t going anywhere, Bucky’s not even sure he knows how to voice his relief that at least in this one building, his place in history is marked by love.

As he looks over the whole display, his eyes fall to the bottom of the plaque, past the paragraph that recounts the details of his and Sam’s partnership. In small print across the bottom, there’s an acknowledgment of where the items in the display come from: ‘The Smithsonian thanks the Wilson family and the Wilson-Barnes Estate for their generous donation of these artifacts and their invaluable advice and support in the arrangement of this exhibit.’

Bucky blinks.

The Wilson family and the Wilson-Barnes Estate.

The Wilson-Barnes Estate.

Wilson-Barnes.

He has a sudden flashback to sitting down with a bunch of lawyers a few months ago, going over the basics of a superhero will. He hadn’t thought that he needed one at the time, but Sam had pointed out to Bucky that several decades of military backpay would just end up reverting to the state if Bucky died without a next of kin, and something about that left a bad taste in Bucky’s mouth. He’d ended up writing something simple, directing what he had to some charities and setting the rest aside for AJ and Cass, not that he’s told Sam or Sarah yet.

But even if the donations were made by the boys on his behalf, surely that would just constitute the Barnes Estate. Wilson hyphen Barnes means something shared, means that there was some legal reason why Sam and Bucky’s belongings would be dealt with together, and though it seems impossibly out of reach, Bucky can only think of one reason why that would happen.

He thinks again about how long Sam had stared at that letter, so much longer than it would have taken to read it just the once. He thinks about the emotion that had flashed across his face when Bucky had told him to forget about it. He’d assumed at the time that it might have been panic or frustration, but what if it had been something else entirely? What if Sam’s brusqueness wasn’t about the letter, but what had happened afterward?

Bucky can feel the tiniest amount of hope beginning to beat behind his ribcage, and after months and months of trying to squash it down, he lets it grow.

Across the room, he finds Sam, waiting by the next room of the exhibit and watching him. When Sam spreads his hands in the universal gesture for what the hell, dude, we’re trying to do something here, Bucky feels affection thrum through his veins, and he half-jogs over to where Sam is standing.

“I hope you have a plan for what to–” Sam is starting to say, but Bucky cuts him off again.

“We should talk about it,” he blurts. When Sam’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, he clarifies: “The letter. We should talk about the letter.

Immediately, Sam’s face softens. “We don’t have to, Buck. You didn’t mean for anyone to see it. It’s okay.”

But Bucky is already shaking his head. “I did,” he says, trying his best to push past the fear that had made him hide the letter in the first place. “I meant for you to see it. I just…I let my brain talk me out of it. I shouldn’t have.”

His words hang in the air for a moment, thick between them. Then, before either of them can say anything else, the door to the research wing swings open and a lady in a lab coat steps out. She has two sets of glasses perched on her head and a jeweler’s lens around her neck, and when she sees the two of them standing by the door, she does a cartoon-perfect double take.

“Oh, shit,” she says, her eyes going wide.

“Oh, good, you know who we are,” says Sam pleasantly, switching from Sam Wilson to Cap right in front of Bucky’s eyes. “Any chance you could help us find our way back home?”

When the still-shocked museum employee manages a weak yes and motions for them to follow her, Sam reaches for Bucky’s hand again to pull him along.

This time, Bucky doesn’t let go.

#sambucky #zainab does ask meme things #abarbaricyalp #thank you for sending this in! it fully ran away with me #my fic

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Blip: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

Summary: Matt disappeared during the blip, leaving Y/N alone. Being broken and desperate at first, soon enough the girl turned into her own kind of villain, going by name Darkness. And then, miraculously someone came back from the quantum realm with the possibility to turn this shitty situation around.

The reader is (was) a part of Avengers, previously called the Shadow with powers to control... well, the shadows. Literally and figuratively (like the shadows in people's mind and/or past). Imagine something like Darkling from the Shadow nad Bone. A snippet of her story is here(prologue) and here (chapter 1). I need some action on those to continue the story .

A/N: this story is for my favorite @somest1 - THANK YOU! Hope your back is better now, girl :) And hope you'll enjoy.

3 years ago

I woke up screaming my lungs out, springing from the bed, shaking like in fever and with tears in eyes.

I just had the worst nightmare ever.

Only it was not a nightmare, but a brutal reality.

Thanos gathered all the infinity stones and erased half of the population of the Earth. I was lucky I was spared. Soooo damn lucky. I get to live my life and move on a day to day basis.

Yeah…. I was so fucking lucky.

Matt wasn’t.

He just turned into dust right in front of my eyes and there was nothing I could have done. One second he was standing next to me and the other was just gone. Like he never existed.

And I was reliving this scene in my head every night. Screaming, sweating, never getting enough sleep to actually rest. My mind was spinning and I found myself losing any motivation to live. Foggy and Karen blipped as well so I was completely alone.

Ok, maybe that was a bit of exaggeration. After all, I had my avengers friends.

Steve was running some therapy group and after everything that happened, one day out of the blue, he just showed up at my door, wanting to check if I was alright.

I was not. Obviously.

I opened the door, dressed in Matt’s favorite old hoodie, which was way too big for me since I lost a lot of weight due to the stress with puffy eyes and nose and cheeks red from extensive crying. I was pathetic.

“Y/N….” Steve’s voice broke the moment he laid eyes on me

“I…. I’m sorry, Steve.”

“Why are you sorry?” he immediately pulled me into the bear hug. He was not Matt, but his strong arms gave me a little bit of comfort “I should be the one apologizing. I should have come to you earlier”

“No.” I shook my head abruptly, pulling myself closer to him “you have enough on your head. I would just be…..”

“Don’t say it.”

“…. a burden.”

“I told you not to say it.” He muttered “Hey, look at me” involuntarily I raised my head to look him in the eyes “you’re not alone, ok? Not anymore. I’m taking you with me.”

“Where?”

“To a safe place. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you.”

“Who’s we?” I frowned

“You’ll see” he smiled and urged me to gather the most important things.

2 years ago

In my defense, I tried to learn lessons from Steve’s group meetings. I really did. But soon sitting on my ass, doing nothing but finding joy in little things got me fed up. I transformed from the little, scared and pathetic girl into a violent, vindictive woman. I bet it was those shadows in me that I tried to suppress for way to long. So after a couple of months I decided to let them out. From what I heard, Clint was raging his personal vendetta (since he lost all of his family as well) and I was considering joining him.

One day, I just found him on the street in some Japanese city, running around in some new suit, using blades and knifes instead of his characteristic bow and arrows. There were dead bodies and blood all over him and his face was twisted in both anger and pain.

“So, you are the Ronin? I heard about you.” I whispered standing behind his back, careful not to stamp on any of the people he killed

“I give you ten seconds to explain exactly who you are and why are you here.” He hissed

“Clint.”

“Y/N?” he turned around facing me “You’re alive?”

“I don’t know if that’s the right word to describe it.” I whispered when he hugged me briefly “I heard, what happened to you. I am so, so sorry Clint.”

“If you came here to ask me to stop……”

“No.”

“No? So, it wasn’t Cap or Nat with their big ideals and …..?”

“No. I don’t share their approach anymore.”

“Anymore. So you did before? What changed?”

“The anger. The pain. The fear” I shrugged “The sense of unfairness.”

“You lost him.” He stated simply. Clint never met Matt, but he heard me talk about him back in the Shield and Avengers days. We were close enough to let him in on that secret.

I just nodded, not able to say a word.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“I know. I know you know how it feels.”

“You came a long way here, didn’t you? Let me take you to my place. It’s not much, but you can spend the night there.”

“Thanks. I… I actually came to ask for advice.”

“Ask for advice?” he laughed sarcastically “Me? Not a really good role model, am I?” he motioned towards the bloody stains on the streets.

“Not like this.” I shook my head “I need to know how do you remember. How do you not let those little memories of people you loved slip away.” I looked straight into his face, now shocked and so vulnerable “I’m starting to forget Clint. And I don’t want that.”

“Let’s go. I’ll tell you all you want, just not here.”

1 year ago

I had some lessons from Cap and some from Clint, but never really found my place with them. So I was riding solo like a villain now. I learned how to control my shadows like never before, maybe it was because they were always a part of the dark side of me which I now embraced fully. When I was pretending to be good, acting good, they were so much harder to contain. When I dropped the act and let the darkness in, they became an extension of my own being. I wasn’t just the Shadow anymore. I was going by The Darkness now. Not a killer, not a hero, but someone to be afraid of. I get back to Hell’s kitchen becoming the fright of every criminal in the city. Beating them up, leaving all of them defenseless, controlling all the transfers and dirty transactions. Never killing them though. I was not like Clint and murdering them would not bring me any satisfaction, that one I was sure of. Instead, my point was to make them afraid. Constantly. Scared that if they make one false move the Darkness would come straight at them. I wanted them to have sleepless nights, full of nightmares just like I did before. I wanted them shitting their pants just at the mere mention of my name. I wanted them looking back in fear I was hiding in the darkness where they could not see me. Truth be told, some of those cowards died because of a heart attacks caused by constant terror.

I got exactly what I wanted.

I got Hell’s kitchen in the palm of my hand. Cleaning it from the scumbags just like Matt always tried to. Just like he wanted to. But sometimes, just sometimes, I was wondering if he would recognize me under all those dirty things I did. Would he want to be with a villain? Or would that be too much for my catholic boyfriend and his work ethics?

Flashback

“Do you think we can ever make this city safe?” I was looking through the window onto the empty, silent street. Of course all the drama was happening underground. “Like, can we actually clear it from all the crime, criminals, pain and fear?”

“No. No, I don’t think so. Sad thing about it is that crime is like a hydra. You cut one head of it and two new grow back.” He hugged me from behind, his chest to my back, hands on my waist, chin on my arm.

“Then why are you still fighting? Isn’t it futile? And it sounds a bit hypocritical. I mean, you beat the shit out of the villains, risking your own health. And mine. And you have no hope it will get better?”

“I never said that” he spun me around so now I was facing him in the dark. I was facing Daredevil, in his suit, arguably the most dangerous person in Hell’s kitchen explaining his action “don’t try to outsmart a lawyer” he smirked and I did the same “I said we cannot eradicate crime. But we can fight for the good people. We can make this city better, safer. By doing good. Nothing will ever be perfect. No one….” He pulled me closer “wait, no, there’s one person who is perfect with her flaws, imperfections and insecurities. She’s the one who’s always positive in her quiet way, doing good and creating a safe space.”

“She?” I scoffed ”Matt, are you cheating on me?”

“You little silly kitten” he brushed his lips on my cheek and I closed my eyes. It’s been a while since we have an intimate moment like this “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mattie” I answered before he kissed me deeply conveying all his feelings for me.

End of flashback

So, would he love me the way I was now? Not so optimistic? Not creating safe space but running on terror and fright? Would he…..?

I quickly discarded those thoughts, though. He was gone. There was no point in wondering “what if”, it was bad for the mental health. I had to play with the cars I was given. And those weren’t exactly the good ones.

Now

I was called by Steve to the so-called headquarters. After all this time, he still believed there were a team to have such. Guess, he did not change that much.

“We need you.” he said over the phone

“Who’s we?” I joked, using the same phrase as 3 years ago when he found me in my apartment broken and crying the loneliness and pain away.

“You’ll see.” He smiled catching the reference at once.

“No, it won’t work this time, Steve. I’m not the same girl who buys into everything you say.”

“So, I’ve heard. You upgraded, right? I’m just not sure if you did it in the right direction.”

“ Are you disappointed now, Cap?” I smirked. I acted like I did not care, but truth be told, it pained me. I did what I did and there was no regret there, but hearing harsh words from him…..

“No. I’m not. You choose your own path, can’t blame you for that, even though it could have been a different one. But you’re still a part of the team. We have a chance to make things right, the right way. Will you come help?”

“Of course I will.” I muttered “and…. Steve?”

“Yes?”

“For what it’s worth, I am sorry.” Yeah, I lied. There was a bit of regret in me

“I know.”

***

“Scott? Holy shit, is that you?” I opened my eyes wide noticing the ant-man himself standing in the room, surrounded by the other members of the former Avengers .

“Hey there kiddo, long time no see.” He smiled brightly

“Yeah, um…. I guess. How are the ants? And how are you still…..?”

“Oh it’s a long story and ….”

“You’re late.” Clint walked right behind me patting my back making me jump as he smirked “we won’t be telling you this story for the second time.”

“Nice to see you too Clint. How’s Ronin doing?”

“Y/N.” Natasha came out of the room “it’s so good to see you again.”

“Hey, Nat. New haircut?”

“I didn’t really have much to do for the last couple years so can you blame a girl?”

“Not really. Is there someone else coming back from the grave? And why the fuck am I the last one to be called?”

“Um, cause you’re unstable kid. You’re the threat to this entire operation.”

“Well, talk about coming back from the dead. Hello, Stark.”

“Y/N.”

“Are you….um, you look pale.” Yeah, I know, not very intelligent response

“I spend some time in space, so that’s the effect on me.”

“Y/N!” before I realized what was happening I was being crashed in the embrace of Hulk. Bruce. Bruce who was now Hulk. Apparently he figured a way to make them both work together.

“You’re….. you’re crushing me Bruce” I panted and he let go “but nonetheless it’s good to see you.”

“Same kid. Now, since we have to move on pretty quick, how much do you know about the quantum physics?”

“Only as much as you taught me. Why?”

“That would be enough. Now listen….”

“How Is it that I’m the only one who doesn’t have a clue what is going on here?” some man, looking hangover, with dark glasses, long hair and matter beard burped from the corner

“Thor?” That was quite a surprise “what happened to you?!”

‘Lost the girl, lost the Kingdom, lost his brother. Blah, blah, blah, slippery slope. We’ve all been through it. Now can we stop this pity party and move on?” thankfully Rocket was quick to interfere before Thor really started the pity party. Not that I blamed him, he’s been through a lot.

Long story short, Scott found out that if we travel in time and space we can gather infinity stones and actually defeat Thanos. For good. So we studied the timelines, decided the best times to go back to, divided ourselves in teams and …. went back.

“See you in a minute” Nat smiled at us before we all disappeared.

I was travelling with Tony, Steve , Scott and Hulk. Despite some obstacles on the way (it can never be easy, right) we succeeded and came to present safe and sound. I frantically turned around checking if everyone were safe.

“Where’s Nat?” Clint managed to say next to me, not seeing our redhead friend.

Oh, shit.

Yes, we’ve been thought another loss. But we fought on. Having all the stones we get all the lost souls back. Loosing Tony on the way. He died a hero. After I paid my respect and said goodbye to everyone I returned to the Hell’s Kitchen. Hoping Matt would be back as well. Probably confused, not knowing what happened. Scott warned me that for those who blipped the time stopped so it would be like they never left.

“MATT?!” I yelled the second I opened the door to his apartment “MATT!? Are you there?”

“Y/N?” he emerged from the bathroom, confused expression on his face “Baby, what happened?”

“MATT!” I jumped right at him, making him grab my tights as I pulled him closer than possible. He really was back.

“Y/n? Not that I’m complaining, but……” he held me close and my heart was just racing hundred miles an hour.

“I missed you.” I muttered cupping his cheek lovingly

“Missed me? Baby, I’ve been in the bathroom for barely five minutes. “ he raised an eyebrow suspiciously “what are you up to?”

“Oh, right. I should probably explain this to you.”

“Explain what?”

“Nothing. Never mind. Later. Can you just kiss me? Please?”

“I don’t understand the rush but how can I refuse?” he leaned down, put a single strand of hair behind my ear, traced his fingers over my jaw (making me impatient with all those gestures) and finally pressed his lips onto mine. I melted into him instantly. I knew I missed him, but I never realized the scope of it. His touch and warmth, and the security I felt in his arms. His soft hair and his slight stubble. God! I locked my hands on his neck pulling him closer, not wanting him to stop.

“Someone’s desperate.” he smirked with playful glint in his eyes as his lips moved to my neck

“I….”

“Don’t deny. I can feel your heart racing.”

“I wasn’t going to deny.” I groaned when he found that soft spot.

“Do you need something more from me, baby? You just gotta ask, you know.”

Surprisingly even to myself I didn’t want more. I just needed to be in his arms, cuddling, holding him and letting him hold me, craving to just feel him next to me, not in the physical sense. And he did that, as we laid in bed in each other embrace, enjoying this moment as I explained to him everything that happened.

“Three years?” he asked, terrified “I’ve been gone for three years?”

“Yes.”

“And…. And you’ve been alone all this time?” his grip on my waist suddenly became stronger, one of his hand sneaking up my back pulling me closer to his chest.

“I was so lonely, Mattie, so freaking lonely.”

“Oh, my love.” He kissed my temple and then top of my head and then my cheek and nose, ultimately brushing his lips against mine “you poor little thing. I am so sorry.”

“You said as if it was your fault. You did not have anything to say in the matter. Might have as well been the other way round. It could have been me who disappeared.”

“I would go crazy without you.” he muttered, cupping my cheek and brushing his thumb over it, making me instantly lean into the touch “absolutely crazy. I would turn into Frank Castle with his personal vendetta.”

“Or like Clint Barton.”

“The guy you used to work with? Hawkeye?” he was fairly familiar with my Shield friends “what does he have to do with it?”

“Nothing. It’s in the past now. Can you kiss me again.”

“Stop asking. I’ve got three years to make up for, right? So trust me, you’re not leaving this apartment, this bed specifically, any time soon.”

“Mattie!” I giggled when he switched our positions so instead of my head on his chest I was now flat on my back, his toned body hovering over me.

“I will make up for all the lost time” he murmured closing the gap between us, the kissed quickly turning more and more heated, our hands wandering everywhere and soon we were both shirtless. “So… what do I do with you now…..?” he whispered against my collarbone.

Before I could answer there was a rather loud and frantic knock on the door.

“Who the hell….?” Matt hissed trying best to ignore the noises and focus on me.

“Matt? Y/N? Are you in there? What happened in this damn city?”

“Foggy!” I wriggled out of Matt’s arms, to which action he groaned and rushed to the door. “Foggy!” hugged my friend tightly “So good to see you. Is Karen all right? Have you seen her?”

“She’s on the way.” Foggy explained “but before she get here I suggest you put on some shirt. I;m not even asking what did I interrupt.”

“You always had bad timing” Matt hissed showing at the door and passing me his T-shirt.

“Well my bad timing saved your ass from trouble a couple times, so I’m not sorry. But now, can you explain to me what is “the blip”?

***

3 weeks later

“Y/N?” it was after hours and Matt was getting ready for his night patrol. This time I was joining him since we agreed my skills were far too good to go to waste. I guess one good thing coming from the blip was that I was finally acknowledged by my boyfriend.

“Yes, Mattie?”

“There are some rumors on the street. And since you’ve been here the last couple years maybe you could explain something to me.”

“Sure, honey. What did you hear?”

“Who is Darkness?” Oh shit. I was up for a lot of explaining.

@pinksirensong

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bedlamsbard · 8 months

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Some concept writing! Back when I was working on On Yonder Hill I toyed with the idea of sending the Chaos Trio (Steve, Natasha, Loki) universe-hopping instead of having the Time Heist work as planned (more or less). I ultimately pulled back from that in favor of sticking closer to canon with the Time Heist, but the idea stuck with me and I found a little concept writing from back then. I am at all times keeping myself from doing more worldbuilding for this AU (or any AU, tbh).

About 1700 words below the break.

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Something’s wrong, Natasha thought in the split-second between the quantum tunnel activating and reality twisting around her. She didn’t know what had keyed her; she certainly had no idea what transiting the quantum realm was supposed to feel like. Shit, we should have found a way to practice this, someone has to have been able to replicate Pym particles –

Then the quantum realm spat her out.

Natasha, remembering Clint’s return from the one practice run they had been able to do, had been braced for disorientation and was almost more surprised not to have it than she might have been otherwise. She hit a hard metal surface that definitely wasn’t the New York alley they had been aiming for and came up on one knee as her quantum suit slithered back into the wristlet, her widow’s bites sparking.

“Steve?” she said, trying to blink the glitter of the quantum realm out of her eyes. She could tell there was someone else there with her besides her partners – several someones, from the sound of it. “Loki?”

“I’m here,” Steve said.

“I am going to kill Stark and Banner both,” Loki said through his teeth, in the tone he used when he wanted to remind people that he had tried to take over the planet once and was fully willing to take another stab at it. “And possibly Lang.”

“Well, that’s terrifying,” said a very familiar voice that definitely wasn’t supposed to be here.

“Oh, good, I can start now,” Loki said.

The glitter finally faded from Natasha’s eyes as a gun cocked – nearly right in her face. She looked up at the barrel and then past it, to her own green eyes and determined expression, minus eleven years and some hard wear and tear. Past her younger self she could see Tony and Bruce, curious but standing prudently back. Definitely younger, not to mention it was Bruce instead of the Hulk; the last ten years hadn’t been kind to anyone.

Natasha deactivated her widow’s bites and held up her empty hands, which didn’t have any effect on the gun in her face. She turned her head a little to see Nick Fury with his own sidearm out and pointed at Steve, who was kneeling beside Natasha with his shield out before both of them.

Loki was on her other side. He had managed to stay on his feet and had his hands up, glowing with his green-gold magic, but his eyes were wide with disbelieving shock as he stared at the man in front of him.

“Brother?” Thor said.

“Steve?” said the last person in the room. He was short-haired and cleanshaven, wearing a dark blue uniform with red and white stripes that Natasha had never seen before, though it had the distinctive star from all of Steve’s uniforms on the chest.

Steve twisted to look at him, ignoring the warning sound that Fury made. “Bucky?”

“Oh, shit,” Natasha said.

“I’m going to kill Stark,” Loki said again, not taking his eyes off Thor. “I told you this was an incredibly stupid plan.”

“You agreed to it,” Steve said.

“You told me you had this part sorted out.”

“Could you please both shut up?” Natasha said. She turned on her knees towards Fury, careful to keep her empty hands in plain sight. “Sir, I can explain,” she said, thought about it for a moment, and added, “And I am Natasha Romanoff. That’s Captain Steve Rogers,” she jerked a thumb over her shoulder and waggled it in first one direction, then the other, “and King Loki of Asgard.”

“King?” Thor said sharply.

“By election of the Althing,” Loki said shortly. “Quite properly and legally because everyone else is dead.”

“Steve Rogers is dead,” Bucky Barnes said, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Neither of them, Natasha was interested to see, was metal. “And has been since 1945.”

“What?” Steve said.

“The many worlds theory is true,” Tony said in tones that suggested he had just seen the face of some god other than the god of mischief. “This is the best day of my life. If His Nibs over there would stop talking about killing me.”

“Weapons on the floor,” Fury said. “No funny business.”

Natasha sighed. This was going to take a while. She slipped her bites off and set them down, then her baton harness, followed by her pistols, and unbuckled her belt rather than empty every pouch. Her holdout knives went on the floor next, and the garrote in her boot. Her counterpart moved forward enough to nudge the pile out of Natasha’s reach with her foot, the gun in her hand never leaving Natasha’s face.

Loki looked annoyed, but set Mistilteinn down anyway, which made everyone do a double-take – Natasha suspected they had assumed it was the scepter before getting a closer look. He apparently did have a number of knives actually on his person rather than tucked away in his pocket dimension, since he laid down several daggers, a brace of throwing knives, and what looked like a single-edged Finnish puukko knife he had had in his boot before crossing his arms over his chest.

Steve just put the shield down on the floor in front of him.

“Holdouts,” Bucky said with a note of challenge in his voice.

Steve shrugged in a “gee shucks, officer, I clean forgot all about it” kind of way and pulled his holdout knives out of their various hiding places, the garrote from one of his belt-pouches, and then the little two-inch blade in his collar, setting them all down on top of the shield.

“You’ve been holding out on me, Steve,” Loki said, looking a little fond. “And here I thought you just punched your way through everything.”

“Okay, hold up,” Tony said, coming forward. “So I’m guessing you guys are from an alternate universe where Steve Rogers didn’t die –”

“What?” Natasha said.

“– and it was the OG Cap who went into the ice, instead of Chuckles here.”

Bucky gave him a disgusted look. “I’d remember that your dad was Steve’s friend, not mine, Stark.”

Tony gave him an equally disgusted look in response. “Not forgetting that one any time soon.”

Steve pressed his fingers to his forehead and repeated, “What?”

“Is that actually possible?” the other Natasha asked. “That they’re from another universe?”

“Theoretically,” Bruce said; he was staying well back from them.

“We’re also from the future,” Natasha said, since they were already into it and they might as well put it all on the table at once. “2023. April, for whatever that’s worth. We’re supposed to be in May 2012 –”

“Yep,” Tony said.

“– our May 2012,” she clarified.

“Nope,” Tony said. “I mean, just guessing, going by Cap One and Cap Two. And the god of crazy.”

“No, I also tried to invade Earth in 2012,” Loki said unhelpfully. “Things have changed.”

“Could you maybe just – not talk?” Steve told him. “For a minute or two while we try to sort this out?”

“I don’t see what needs to be sorted out,” Loki told him. “It seems simple enough to me. Scott, Tony, and Bruce made the mistake of believing that the past is one thing, whole and entire, and that entering the quantum realm would only allow us to move backwards through our own timelines. I didn’t make the connection because you mortals use quite different language for it than we do, not until we were actually in it – Mimameid, we call it, the Cosmos Tree that passes over all the realms.”

“You traveled through Mimameid’s branches?” Thor half-yelled, making them all wince.

“Mee ma – what now?” Bucky said.

“Mimameid,” Loki said. “The Cosmos Tree to Yggdrasil’s World Tree.”

Steve and Natasha both turned to stare at him. “You couldn’t have mentioned this before?” Steve said.

“Well, I didn’t realize that when Scott was talking about the quantum realm he meant Mimameid!” Loki said. “You humans are very efficient; for all I knew you had discovered something new, and I was a little busy trying to make certain that all of my people don’t die instantly in the cold vacuum of space if this mad plan of yours worked, which apparently it doesn’t! Forgive me for actually trusting you for five minutes!”

“What...the hell,” Bruce said helplessly.

“Look, it’s quite simple,” Loki said. “The Avengers had a plan to use the quantum realm as a means of traveling through time in order to temporarily retrieve the Infinity Stones from their own – our own – history, so that a certain wrong could be undone. However, instead of traveling only back through our own past, we traveled from our branch, our world tree, to another one and ended up in the history of that branch instead. Very similar to our own, but –” He glanced at Bucky and Steve, “– not quite identical.”

“Can you get us back?” Steve said.

Loki frowned. “Possibly. It’s not something I have any experience with because as I have continually warned you messing about with time is a terrible idea.”

“What’s an Infinity Stone?” the younger Natasha asked.

“It’s kind of a long story,” Natasha said, then, given their location, looked hastily around and winced when she saw the scepter sitting on the lab table behind them. Loki followed her gaze and looked resigned; Thor followed his gaze and looked wary.

“Can we back up to the part where Steve’s alive?” Bucky said. He had the same pained, desperate expression Natasha remembered seeing on Steve’s face back in Washington all those years ago.

“Can we back up to the part where I got three time-travelers from another universe on my boat?” Fury said. “Including one of my agents, the crazy god whom I’m supposed to have locked up in the other room, and a super soldier who died of falling off a train in 1945?”

“Hey!” Bucky said. “Can we be a little nicer about the worst day of my life?”

“Falling off a –” Loki said, confused. “Don’t you regularly jump out of aircraft without a parachute?”

“Not regularly,” Steve said. “Wait, did you say –”

“Oh, shit,” Natasha said. She and Steve exchanged horrified looks, while Loki looked a little bewildered at their reaction.

“What?” the other Natasha demanded.

Steve’s gaze skated over Fury, went hard with remembered suspicion, and turned towards her. “Tell me about the Winter Soldier,” he said.

#cut scenes and concept writing #roleswap endgame au concept #as always comments are appreciated

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sweetestpieces · 1 year

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Cassie takes care of sick reader

Pairing: Cassie Lang x Reader

Tags/Warnings: Size Difference, fluff(?), idk i thought it was cute

Length: 524 words

Summary: Cassie takes care of you when you're sick with a cold despite you wanting to be productive.

You felt like death. Your sinuses were both backed up, your face feeling like someone was squeezing you tight. Breathing through your mouth has been the only way to sleep the last few nights and it’s been absolute hell. Or it would’ve been hell if not for…

“I’m back! I’m back!”

The apartment shook when the door downstairs shut and when her footsteps shook the place and when she ran headfirst into the top of the door frame. She landed on her butt. “Ow!” Cassie, who’s only had her powers for a few months since escaping the quantum realm and after the powers of her suit merged with her. She was still getting used to them.

She shrank down to her normal size and tried going through the door again, this time without hurting herself. She carried a plastic bag from the pharmacy down the street. She dumped it onto the bed: nasal sprays, decongestants, cough drops, and tissues. “Oh! And…” She reached into her pocket and removed another, much tinier bag. She dropped a blue pym particle disc on it and it instantly grew to normal size. “Soup and crackers!”

The gratefulness and thanks filled you with warmth, so fortunate to have a friend like Cassie. Even if she could be a little…much sometimes. Especially in her efforts to help.

“Thank you,” you said, unwrapping a cough drop.

“I’ll get you a spoon and napkins from downstairs.” She ran off to fetch the utensils.

You’d been in bed for days at this point binging shows you’ve already seen a thousand times on Netflix. What you really wanted was to get some fresh air, actually be productive with your day rather than sit and wait. You were incredibly bored being home alone all day. You got out of bed and wrapped a robe around yourself as you walked, sniffling and sneezing, to your window to open it. Maybe you’d draw today, or journal something. You were feeling creative.

“Hey!” Cassie was back standing in the doorway. “What are you doing? You’re sick, you need to rest.”

“I’m fine, Cass. Really.”

“You don’t sound fine. And you’re letting the cold in.”

“Listen, thank you for everything. I’m already feeling better cause of you. I just want to get up and move around a little.”

She sighed. “Fine, but after your soup. You need to eat something.”

“I’ll get to it in a minute,” you said.

Then she was growing. You stood back watching her slowly grow taller. “Soup first.”

“Cass-“ you started but then you were up in the air, Cassie lifting you back onto the bed. “Eat. I’m not leaving until you do.” The giant girl stood looming over you.

You took a few sips of the broth and actually felt a little better, the warmth filling your bones. You almost laughed at how good it tasted. “Thank you.”

Cassie smiled at you. “I have to run, meet my dad for lunch. I’ll be back later this afternoon, cool?”

You agreed and she lifted you up into a big hug before carefully, slower this time, ducking to avoid hitting her head as she left.

#cassie lang #cassie lang x reader #g/t writing #g/t #g/t fluff #cassie lang fic #marvel fic #fanfic #marvel

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squeakadeeks · 7 months

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Is there something In movies that when you see it, it bothers you Due to your hobbies or job? Kind of like how hacking is done wrong or something like that?

I know this is insanely stereotypical, but i can get a little peeved by the bastardization of physics in media, especially quantum physics. its really not a big deal but some of the "WE'RE JUMPING IN TO THE QUANTUM REALM" or "he's solved the schrodinger equation! we're saved!" is so goofy sometimes. the only ones that make me genuinely a little annoyed is when they use physics as this nebulous, almost magic-like solution to obscure doing any actual work to figure out how a problem should be solved. another favorite of mine is when they try to put up a board of "really complicated physics" and its either 1) just a bunch of symbols. or 2) something completely unrelated to the subject. like they'll be doing ""multiverse quantum tunneling"" with the krebs cycle on the board.

but in terms of hobbies, when they have a character somehow make a full ballgown or a bespoke suit from scratch in the span of an hour or two i wince.

#I SWEAR ITS NOT A BIG DEAL its just big goofy

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celestialnxva · 2 years

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The Race Against Time

༄ A Bridgerton x Marvel Crossover

Chapter 1: Too Little, Too Late.

Summary: During the process of returning the stones back to their original timelines, Steve Rogers encountered a mysterious masked man who has somehow acquired a quantum suit. After their fight, the stranger sent all infinity stones back in time and scattered them throughout Grosvenor Square, 1814. When they ask for help from you, the only witch who’s gift is the ability to travel through time, to go back in time and retrieve the stones, what dangers await on this new adventure?

Timeline: Post-Endgame 2023, Grosvenor Square, 1814.

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/No comfort, Violence, Guns/Gun Violence.

Pairings: Stephen Strange x Reader, Benedict Bridgerton x Reader.

WC: 5k+ words

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You’d think that after saving the world from a blood-thirsty alien, the Avengers would be able to go home to their lives with a sense of relief that they haven’t felt in five years, but it could not be any further from the truth. With their eyes fixed on the water, they all watched their friend drift away from their lives forever. Tony Stark—the man they never knew they needed the most— had a death they all did not expect. As reality sank in for everyone that he was gone from their lives forever, his death also signified an end of an era; the era of the Avengers.

The next few hours the remaining Avengers had spent together were all a blur. While some decided to go home, others— like Steve Rogers — needed to wrap up loose ends. It was time to return the Infinity Stones back to their proper places. As Stephen Strange pointed out, time travel was a dangerous line that was very easy to cross if one was too reckless with its power. As Steve prepared himself to travel through time, Stephen, Sam, Bucky, Bruce and Scott all helped him and gave him instructions. In concept, the instruction was simple: put each infinity stone back to its proper places in time and location and come back to the present time. It should have been a simple task. Steve had been capable of following more intricate orders in his lifetime. But Steve recalled what Tony had said to him right before their fated battle with Thanos: ‘you mess with time, it will mess back with you.’ There was no telling what dangers lie ahead of him while he returns the stones, so he needed to be alert at all times. He braced himself and said his farewells to his friends before Scott pressed the trigger.

Immediately, he was sucked into the quantum realm, expertly maneuvering his way through the complicated maze of tunnels to reach his first stop: 2012, New York City. He was so close to reaching the end of the tunnel when something grabbed his ankle and yanked him back. The soldier gasped in shock and swiftly turned around, blindly swinging his shield back to where the intruder was holding him. He felt his shield make a sickening impact against the enemy’s body, watching them stumble back. With how far the masked intruder pulled him back, there was no way he could get out of this realm without hurting the other and getting them off his body. The two of them fought, arms swinging and legs kicking in a race to knock the other out unconscious first. While Steve was fighting them, his keen eyes noticed that the masked stranger wore one of his own quantum suits. Quickly, his mind realized that this was a sudden ambush and that the others might not be able to bring him back from this realm. With one powerful punch, he managed to put quite a distance from the other.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he yelled into his earpiece, praying to God that Scott could answer him. “Scott! Scott, can you hear me?” He cried out, trying to keep himself from panicking. From the corner of his eye, he saw the intruder slowly recover from the severe blow. He could hear static and then a strained voice. Steve never felt so relieved to hear Scott’s voice. “Steve…there’s been an attack. I’m taking you back in five…” Before he could hear more, Steve was punched harshly in the gut, sending him flying back. He was so close to leaving. He just needed to fight for a bit longer. “Four…” he heard in his ear while launching himself towards the intruder. He could only make it so far before the intruder managed to pull out a gun from their coat and successfully shot Steve in the leg. The soldier cried out in pain, his stride breaking as he stumbled back. “Three…”

Looking up helplessly from where he was, he noticed his blood floating around him before his attention shifted to the masked enemy laughing manically. “What have you done?” He growled angrily. The other stared back at him, saying nothing except holding up the five infinity stones that glowed inside the case Steve had been carrying previously. “Two!” Scott cried out in his ear. His eyes widened in horror as the enemy shook the case tauntingly at the captain before throwing them into a random tunnel. Steve could do nothing except watch them disappear into the colorful abyss while the masked person laughed once more. “One!” What was Steve going to do now? How are the others going to react when they find out what happened? While stuck in his thoughts, he heard the intruder’s voice call out to him for the first and last time. “Good luck getting them back.”

“Zero.”

The captain inhaled sharply as he was transported back. The last thing he could hear was the masked intruder proclaiming his loyalty into the abyss as he disappeared: “All hail Thanos.”

When he finally saw the green trees once more, he gasped loudly, collapsing onto the ground with a cry of pain. He could hear footsteps hurriedly approaching him. Shaking hands carefully guided him to the cabin where he could get medically taken care of. He used the one last burst of energy he had left to look around worriedly at the others and noticed his friends’ injured states as well. He murmured something akin to an apology to his peers before he collapsed in their arms and everything turned black.

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When he came to, several pairs of eyes looked down at him. He watched as their mouths moved slowly, yet any words they could have been speaking were silent to his ears. It took who he could make out to be Stephen to slap him several times to bring him back to reality. He blinked a few times and all of a sudden, he was acutely aware of all the sounds surrounding him. “Wake up,” Stephen said sternly, though Steve could tell he was secretly worried behind that cold mask he liked to put up in front of everybody. Slowly, he rubbed his eyes to let it focus. When it did, he was met with the sight of unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn’t the cabin. As if he was sensing Steve’s confusion, Stephen clarified out loud. “We aren’t at Tony’s cabin. I took you back to the New York Sanctum so I could properly treat you and leave Tony’s family alone so they can grieve in peace.” Steve watched from the corners of his eyes the shocked expressions of the others in the room when they heard Stephen’s compassionate reasoning behind the teleportation to the Sanctum. He wished he could savor the peaceful moment this was, but Steve needed to tell the others what had happened.

“Guys,” he croaked out before clearing his throat. “Someone attacked me while I was traveling. I don’t know who they were, but they were wearing one of the suits.” Steve gulped as he remembered the horrifying sight of the infinity stones being thrown away and lost forever. “They’re gone. They threw the Infinity Stones and now they’re all gone.” There was a heavy silence that fell into the room when they all realized the weight of their situation. After a moment of silence, Scott stood up hesitantly, which could only mean to Steve that he had an even worse news to tell. He braced himself as Scott spoke to the group. “They must have gotten access to the suits while we were all at Tony’s memorial service. All of the suits are destroyed,” he paused and sighed heavily towards Steve’s direction. “Including yours, Captain. It’s quite honestly beyond repair.”

This was terrible news for everyone, but they couldn’t give up now. Steve thought of different ways to solve their problems and get the Infinity Stones back. One idea came to his head and he spoke more enthusiastically this time. “Well, Hank Pym is alive now, right? He must know how to make new suits for us. Why don’t we give him a call? He was at Tony’s funeral only a while ago.” Scott sat back down in his chair and held his head in his hands. “I did tell him and he said he could get us new suits, but it will be finished in a few weeks, even a month,” he stated defeatedly. Sam groaned in frustration and leaned further against the doorway. Beside him, Bucky added onto Scott’s statement to make a point. “Steve, we can’t afford to wait weeks. If we don’t get these Stones back right now, who knows what will happen?” He said worriedly. “He’s right,” Stephen mumbled. He looked visibly angry and the others know that they need to be careful with what they say, just so they don’t accidentally piss him off. He crossed the room to look out the window in order to calm himself down. “Plucking the Infinity Stones from their timeline and not putting them back right away can cause massive incursions. It could be the very cause of the destruction of our entire universe,” he spoke gravely.

Steve tried not to beat himself up for what had happened, but he couldn’t help it. He was tasked to do a simple job and now, he might have accidentally been the cause of the destruction of the universe. Clearly, everyone was at a loss for words, unsure of what to do next. There was no other solution they could think of. It was a shame, too. They have only restored the world yesterday and now they were about to destroy it all over again. Hope seemed to fly out the window forever when Bruce thought about an idea that would definitely not be appreciated by the group, but it was the only way they could successfully save the universe. “Guys…?” They all turned to look at Bruce helplessly. He gulped nervously and fidgeted with his fingers. “Why don’t we just call (Y/n)…?”

Sudden tension filled the air and Bruce had never felt so much regret speaking up for himself in his entire life than right now. When the tension became too much, Steve replied to Bruce that made him genuinely fear for his life.

“Absolutely not. (Y/n) is out of the picture.” The others proceeded to protest right after Steve spoke.

“(Y/n) didn’t even help us fight Thanos!”

“What makes you think (y/n) will even want to help us now?”

“Enough!” Wong angrily snapped at the rest of the group. He was not one to usually react so passionately, but when it came to you, he was defensive. You were his friend, even despite Stephen’s desperate attempts to convince him that you were evil and self-serving. They all looked at him with shocked expressions. Even Stephen turned around to stare at him incredulously. Wong didn’t hesitate to defend you from their accusations. “The reason why (Y/n) didn’t help us battle against Thanos is because (Y/n)’s magical gift is time travel. Don’t you remember that the witch can see into the future, just as well as visit the past?” He paused to gauge their reactions: some still angry, yet others slightly faltering in their opinions of you. He continued. “Dr. Banner is right. If you cannot wait for Dr. Pym to finish making new suits, then you need to speak to (Y/n). That witch is the only way for you all to not only locate where each Infinity Stone is, but (Y/n) can also physically retrieve it for you without any quantum technology at all!” When he finally finished his rant, he breathed heavily through his nose, trying to control his emotions. Watching the idiotic men in front of him accuse you of being heartless and inhumane for all these years has finally taken a toll on him. With Wong’s outburst finished, everyone turned to each other, unsure of what to say. They now had a solution, but they all knew that you probably did not want to see them after all the nasty insults they had spewed at you before casting you out of the Avengers team for good. Wong noticed their hesitations and grunted in frustration. “Before you say anything, I am not visiting (Y/n). You all have to go and make amends.” With that said, Wong used his magic to slip into Stephen’s hand your address and swiftly left the room.

Steve let out a sigh and stood up to the best of his ability, supporting himself on the wooden bedpost. Sam watched him carefully, making sure he didn’t fall forward. Bucky rubbed his face tiredly and leaned against the large dresser beside him. Stephen looked down at the paper and closed his shaking fist around it. “We should go now,” Steve said to him. “It’s getting dark. We should figure out who is driving and prepare some food to eat as well.” Like usual, he was the one who always had a plan for the team. Though this time, he was more unsure and nervous about their plan than ever before. Maybe because it was you— the friend they all treated horribly. He was always the one who stood up for bullying, but he was guilty of treating you more horribly than anyone else has done to you. Well— not everyone. If he recalled correctly, it was not as horrible as Stephen had said to you. He admittedly felt a little bit better about that fact and decided to let it soothe him while he made his way out of the room.

Everyone left except for Stephen. Bruce was the only one who noticed that and he made his way over to the sorcerer with a grave expression on his face. He observed Stephen and contemplated speaking to him; then he soon chose to do so. “Stephen…you know, you should probably be the one to apologize out of everyone else,” he chastised hesitantly. Stephen gripped the sheet of paper in his hand harder than before and closed his eyes. The words he spoke to you that fateful night echoed in his head each time someone said your name or mentioned you and now, he was going to have to face you in person once again and own up to his actions. Stephen was a prideful man, one that never admitted to be flawed or ever make mistakes, but Bruce knew better than that. In taking one look at Stephen, he already knew that the sorcerer has been beating himself up every single day for the way he had treated you that night. At the time, he was riled up from everyone else’s insults towards you and he simply just let it slip. “Stephen,” Bruce called out to him, shaking him from his daze. The taller man looked down at him with an icy stare before he swiftly turned around to leave the room. “Let’s go, Dr. Banner. Tell the others that I’ll be teleporting all of us to (Y/n).” Just like that, the man left Bruce alone in the room. Before he left to follow him, his eyes drifted towards the small picture frame on top of the little table at the corner of the room: you and Stephen posed together as happy as you could be, completely unaware of the big fight that would soon separate you both forever. He saddened at the sight of your genuine smile before he closed the door behind him for good.

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Within your five years in isolation, life has been surprisingly more peaceful than you could have ever imagined for a witch of your caliber. Though you are fine now, the first few weeks without the only friends you’ve ever made in your entire life had been torture for you. You had just accepted them into your life as your family when you heard the news about familiar spaceships touching down in New York City. You tried so hard to forget about this future, the future where everyone had died and you had survived. In fact, you did everything you could to prevent this future from happening while you strengthened your relationships with your friends and most importantly-- Stephen.

Stephen Strange: the man who had stolen your heart. You two had met when he was still training in the Mystic Arts. He loved to remind you during your friendship that you were the only person at the time who was able to put up with his arrogance when he first started. Your relationship started out as respective peers who called on each other for help when the state of the universe was at stake, but it quickly turned into daily visits to the New York Sanctum and late nights reading books together. What was once firm handshakes and affectionate hugs turned into hearts burning for each other with each fleeting touch you shared together. It may have been in vain, but you loved him, all of him. You had always done everything he ever asked of you without hesitation and strove to make him smile every time you saw him.

But it apparently wasn’t enough for him. Because on that fated doomsday in New York City, Stephen stepped through the portal and onto your front porch to request for your help with defeating the one Titan you knew would end up successfully destroying the universe. You knew it was going to happen. You knew that time would come where he would fulfill the prophesy you saw when you looked into the future, but you thought you had more time to confess to him before it was too late. But now it was too late and all you could do was brace yourself for the inevitable.

They were all there. Of course, the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes could not finish the job on their own. Of course they needed your help in defeating Thanos. You wanted so desperately to say ‘yes,’ to change the future by helping them defeat the man that would end up killing all your friends. You wanted to give yourself more time with the man you’ve grown to love. Even though you wanted to change the future so badly, it would risk an incursion if you agreed to help. So, with a heavy heart, you declined their pleas. You knew what was going to happen next: the begging, the gaslighting, the insults to your character and morality, all of it being thrown your way. Those were all the events you were expecting. What you weren’t expecting, however, was what Stephen had to say to you that night:

“You’re pathetic, (y/n). It was a mistake to ever consider you as a friend.”

It hurt in so many different ways. Over the years, you’ve analyzed his words over and over again. It was the way he said it so coldly, while looking at you with an arrogant sneer. It was the way he confirmed that he never saw you as anything more than a friend, even though the romantic tension you two had for each other was undeniable. But the worst part was that this was not just his final disappointment in you, but it was also his final goodbye before he would die from the hands of Thanos. Those words alone were enough to run away and disappear from the world for the rest of your life. And after that night, they never saw you again.

You slowly came back to reality after a moment of deep reflection and you took in the beauty of the forest all around you. Building this cottage in the middle of a forest was the best decision you have ever made. You had to remind yourself that this life was more fulfilling than being an unappreciated ally fighting other peoples’ wars. Your connections to nature and the animals around you were enough to leave behind your time traveling lifestyle and appreciate what the present has to offer you every single day. You promised yourself that you would use your magic to nurture yourself, your lively cottage and the wildlife around you. They provided better company than your friends have ever given. This is where you belonged: wild and free.

That is, until you heard a familiar sizzle and a golden circle appear right outside your gate.

After the shock of the sight of your friends near your home settled in, you narrowed your eyes in anger. How dare they show up unannounced and beg for your audience once again! How dare they waltz back into your life as if they hadn’t said the vile words they threw at you that continue to haunt your mind to this day! You will not let them ruin the peace you have worked so desperately to keep in your sacred space. Extending your arms, you used the thick growing vines on your fences to form them into a thick wall, barring them from even approaching you at all. You huffed at your work and collected the last of your ripe vegetables before slamming the cottage door shut.

Stephen sighed at your actions and rubbed his forehead. Your magic would be difficult to counter. It was unpredictable and he was sure that you have only advanced in your abilities since the last time he saw you. And sure enough, Bruce ended up getting electrocuted after delicately touching the vines. He grabbed the man’s collar and tugged him behind, analyzing the witchcraft before him. “Step back. (Y/n)’s magic is powerful and unpredictable. Let me handle it.”

While Stephen continued to cast spell after spell in order to counter it, he mentally slapped himself for not thinking about bringing Wong to the cottage. Once again, his arrogance failed him. The entirety of this situation was so ironic for him: before, you were trying to break down his emotional walls so you could become closer to him and now, he was trying to break down physical walls so he could see you again. Seeing as it was hopeless to try and break the barrier with Stephen’s magic, Bucky impatiently stepped forward and took out his gun. Stephen’s eyes widened. “No, don’t--!”

You were peacefully cutting a carrot when you heard several gunshots echo across the forest. The animals inside your house quivered at the sound and immediately hid or ran out the door. In a state of sudden panic, you hurriedly used your magic to calm their minds before rushing out the door and across the garden. You were horrified at the sight in front of you: your beautiful vines now withered on the ground due to the gunshots. Your eyes filled with tears, now letting the pent-up anger, sadness and revenge fill your entire body and you channel that raw energy into your hands. Seeing your hands light up, Steve took a step forward and laid his shield down in front of you to surrender. “Stop! We just want to talk!” he exclaimed quickly before you could attack. His words did nothing to ease the pain of losing your plants to destructive weapons and the pain of seeing your former friends begging you for help once again, but it was enough to convince you to disarm yourself.

You reached up to wipe the tears that were quickly spilling from your eyes and turned around, walking up the path and to your cottage. “I know why you’re here. Just...” you let out a hiccup before you tried to calm yourself down. As much as you wanted to kick them out, this was a mission that Fate wanted you to accept. So, you weakly beckoned them over. “Come inside.”

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“...and that’s why we came to you, (y/n). We know that this is a lot to ask for, but you’re the only hope we have.”

You looked up from under your eyelashes to stare at the men inside your home. The cottage did not react kindly to the unwanted guests, with flying chairs sweeping Sam off his feet and the wooden coat rack swinging hard against Bucky’s head. But they all knew they deserved it. They were the ones who had always been at fault. You slowly moved to the cauldron and threw spices and herbs into the boiling water. “You treat me like shit for having a backbone and now you come here, five years later, just to ask for my help again?” you hissed out bitterly before turning around to glare at all of them. “You all have the utmost audacity to ask me to participate in a very dangerous mission without so much as an apology!” The chairs emphasized your point by bending forward, causing Sam and Bruce to collapse on the floor. Steve made eye contact with you with a guilty expression and you then remembered what you had to do. You let out a deep sigh and waved your hand dismissively. “As I expected. You guys have always seen me as an asset to use, anyway. Once I finish making dinner, you will all eat and leave afterwards. I will see you all at the Sanctum tomorrow.”

Though you held no emotions to your statement, the others felt quite horrible about how they had treated you. The dinner that night was incredibly tense with everyone else reflecting on what they did to lead you to the conclusion that they only saw you as an asset. You hated every second of their stay at your home because you knew now that they always put you in danger. They never gave you the peace you deserved and they only saw the value of your powers. Yet still, you had to push these thoughts away for now. Fate has called you to help them return the Infinity Stones. After that, you can finally return to your life and pretend that the love you had for Stephen and your friends had never existed in the first place.

After dinner had been concluded, the others tried to make it up to you through their pitiful requests to help you around the house. Steve offered to clean the dishes for you and Bucky offered to clear the table. Your lovely cottage had spoken for you, of course, as everything seemed to clean itself up on its own. They all stood in the center of the kitchen and watched everything gain a mind of its own as the cottage worked hard to clean everything up. While it did so, you stepped out to get fresh air, letting the moonlight bathe you with its energy. It cleansed you from all the worries and stress you had gained from seeing them today and calmed your spirit once again. Of course, this only lasted for a short amount of time when you felt a familiar presence behind you. You lowered your gaze to the pond in front of you, watching the fishes swim elegantly in the moonlight.

You said nothing, forcing Stephen to make the first move. You knew he had always relied on you for everything in the past, but now you refused to give him anything remotely familiar to the affection you held for him before. He grit his teeth nervously but he took the hint and walked up next to you. “I know...you don’t want to see us, to see me. I know I hurt you, but I--” he cut himself off when he saw your face visibly change to a look of pain before you looked away. He couldn’t admit it to anyone, but it broke his heart to know that he had caused you so much pain to the point where it could not be repaired. Life without you has been so horrible and seeing you so happy before he came here made him want to keep his distance from you, but he couldn’t do it. He needed you. He looked down shamefully and fiddled with the cuffs of his robe. “I’m sorry, (y/n). I’m sorry for what I said that night. I know it’s not in my place to ask for your forgiveness, but I just needed you to know that I’m sorry. I...” he trailed off, his voice wavering with a deep emotion he had hidden from everyone except for you at this moment. “I miss you. I miss your presence at the Sanctum. I miss seeing you, being with you. (Y/n),” he pleaded quietly to you, slowly intertwining his scarred fingers with yours. As if a dam broke inside you, all the unrequited love you repressed for this man had possessed you once again. It was too much to deal with while he pleaded with you. “Please, I can’t live without you,” he confessed, squeezing your hand boldly as he waited anxiously for your answer.

You stayed quiet, trying to calm the racing heart you once again felt after so many years. You remained this tense before you forced your hand out of his grasp. He let out a soft sigh of disappointment, which tipped you over the edge. Now he is sad that you cannot be in his life anymore? How ridiculous of him to think that he could just waltz back into your life and hope that you will come back to him, a man who had never learned to appreciate you for who you are. You turned to him sharply with frustration in your eyes. “It’s a little too late for that now, isn’t it? You said it yourself: you should have never been friends with me. Because that’s all I was to you, Stephen: a friend. Of course, the great Stephen Strange couldn’t even admit that he loved me just as much as I loved him!” You laughed bitterly. “You couldn’t even keep that friendship with me because you were so busy pretending that you could care less for everyone around you except for yourself!” you shouted at him towards the end. This was what you’ve been wanting to tell him for so many years and now, it felt satisfying to see the look of hurt and guilt on his face. You scoffed at his expression and stared at him in disdain. He stared back at you, comparing your expression to what it once was when you loved him. Never in his life will he ever regret anything more than the way he destroyed any chance of experiencing the love you had always wanted to give to him, as he had always refused to take it because of his arrogance and selfishness.

You gripped onto his robe and tugged it harshly towards you. He grunted in shock before he looked at your threatening gaze. “Let me make it clear: you and your friends have broken any form of love and trust I had previously held. You will never be forgiven and you are never to seek me out again after this mission is finished.” You shoved him backwards after you finished speaking and made your way back to the cottage with the others. You stopped at the door and finally said the words you wished you could have said all those years ago.

“You are pathetic. It was a mistake to ever think that you could love me the way that I loved you.”

The words you spoke were the exact parallel to what he had said five years ago. Only now, he finally felt the full force of pain and hurt you had experienced ever since that night. By the time he had fully processed your words, the others have been calling him to make the portal back to the Sanctum. Mindlessly he did so, letting everyone through before he went though it too. As he closed the portal, he made eye contact with you and he knew right then and there that he had lost his chance to ever feel the happiness he had hoped he could have with you forever. When you stare right back at him, you know that when you step foot into the Sanctum tomorrow to travel back in time and once again clean up after their mess, he will only think about how he and everyone else will lose your love and kindness forever.

And that alone was victory enough for you.

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Gone

MASTERLIST ↠ NATASHA ROMANOFF MASTERLIST

Summary: Something goes wrong as Steve heads to return the stones.

Warnings: swearing, angst with unhappy ending, post-endgame

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Tony Stark x reader (siblings), Steve Rogers x reader (platonic), Bruce Banner x reader (platonic), Bucky Barnes x reader (platonic), Sam Wilson x reader (platonic)

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You stood beside Bucky a quarter mile from the ruins of Avengers compound. Steve was about to bring the stones back to their original timeline and you were there to wish him luck. “Don’t do anything stupid till I get back,” Steve said.

Bucky chuckled, “How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” They both shared a meaningful hug before Steve turned to you.

You had a solemn look on your face. Steve could see the dark circles under your eyes and how pale your skin was. The cuts and bruises on your face and arms still hadn’t healed yet, which worried him. “Are you sure you don’t need help bringing the stones back?” You asked, breaking the super soldier from his intense once over of your face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it.” He attempted to reassure; Steve knew how hard the past couple days had been for you, how much pain you were hiding behind your nonchalant façade.

“You better, or I’ll never forgive you and Wanda will replace you as my best friend,” You playfully threatened. “But seriously, be super careful!” You gave the super soldier a tight hug, hoping that the feeling in your chest was because of the grief you were dealing with and not your gut telling you something was wrong. You stepped away as Steve walked on the platform, the time machine whirring to life. He tapped a button and his clothes morphed into the quantum suit.

“How long is this gonna take?” Sam asked Bruce.

“For him, as long as he needs. For us, five seconds.” Bruce replied. “You ready, Cap?” Steve nodded. “All right, we’ll meet you back here, okay?”

“You bet,” The quantum suits helmet enveloped his head, protecting it.

“Going quantum. Three… two… one…” You held your breath as you watched him disappear. “And returning in five… four… three… two… one.” Bruce flipped a switch but nothing happened. The knot in your chest grew tighter as Bruce flipped another switch.

“Where is he?” Sam asked, worried.

“I don’t know, he should’ve re-appeared right here.” Bruce responded, panicking slightly.

“Well, bring him back!!” Sam yelled, growing frantic.

“I’m trying!” Bruce said, pushing the button again. The sounds around you grew muffled as the knot in your chest grew increasingly tighter.

‘This can’t be happening!’ You thought, as you watched Bruce hit random buttons and flicked switches but nothing changed. Steve still hadn’t appeared.

“Okay! Okay! Give me a couple minutes to figure out what went wrong.” Bruce cried out.

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“What do you mean?” You tried to comprehend what Bruce had told you. It’s been three hours since Steve was supposed to come back after returning the stones and Bruce still hadn’t been able to figure out a way to bring him back.

“I mean, something must’ve happened to the machine when Thanos blew the compound.” Bruce tried to explain. He had pulled you aside after figuring out what had gone wrong. He had already informed Sam and Bucky and the two had left to give you and Bruce some space so he could break the news to you.

“So, you’re telling me that Steve is now stuck in the quantum realm?” You whispered. You couldn’t believe him, you wouldn’t.

“Yes,”

“Well, bring him back!!” You screamed, tears welling up in your eyes.

“I can’t! It’s impossible!!!” Bruce said.

“Nothing in our line of work is impossible, Bruce. We’ve defeated aliens and been on different planets! For fucks sake, we’ve even met a talking raccoon! Nothing is ever impossible!”

“Well, this is. I’m sorry Y/N,”

“NO!” You screamed, shaking your head. “I will not accept defeat so easily! These past few days have been HELL for me! I watched the love of my life sacrifice her life to save half of the universe! I watched as she pushed herself off a 400 ft cliff all for some fucking stone! I watched Natasha Romanoff sacrifice everything she knew and loved for the soul stone! And that included me! I watched her fall and I couldn’t bear to close my eyes because I didn't want her to live the last moments of her life alone!” You were sobbing, tears were rolling down your face, blurring your vision but you didn’t care.

“So I watched her fall and hit the ground! I watched as the impact broke her neck, and watched as my wife’s crimson blood poured out of her head and onto the rock below her! I watched the person I thought I would spend the rest of my life with die! And to make matters worse, my brother died the next day!” You screamed, everything was pouring out of you now. Like a waterfall you didn’t know how to stop.

“He snapped his fingers and defeated Thanos but he left behind a life with Pepper! A chance to see his 5 year old daughter ever again! A chance to spend more time with Peter! And he left me behind!! ME! HIS LITTLE SISTER!!! The person HE PROMISED TO NEVER LEAVE AFTER MOM AND DAD DIED! And he died IN MY ARMS! TOLD ME THAT I WOULD BE OKAY EVEN AS I BEGGED HIM NOT TO GO! I BEGGED HIM TO STAY WITH ME, TO HOLD ON A LITTLE LONGER. BUT HE DIDN’T! He was gone before I even got a chance to tell him how much I LOVED him. How much I ADMIRED HIM! HOW MUCH HE MEANT TO ME!” You were hysterical now, your vision was blurry, your nose was runny and your knees threatened to buckle but you held strong.

Bruce just stood there as you yelled at him, the guilt threatened to pull him under but he stood there and listened to you scream knowing how much pain you had hidden. “And now you’re telling me that one of our closest friends is stuck in the quantum realm and you can’t bring him back?!”

“I’m really sorry Y/N,” Bruce apologized. You knew he felt bad but you couldn’t help but scoff and walk away. “Where are you going?”

“To go find someone who gives a fuck!” You replied without turning back. You didn't know where you were headed but you knew you weren’t going to give up on Steve. You were going to do whatever it takes to get your best friend back.

Whatever it takes.

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#natasha romanoff x reader #tony stark x reader #steve rogers x reader #bruce banner x reader #avengers x reader #marvel #mcu #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff angst

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lunarspiral1127 · 1 year

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So, my best friend and I saw Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania for free thanks to a buddy who got us free admission vouchers. After some processing, I'd give it a 6/10 and it being a meh start to Phase 5. But there's a character that I wanna talk and that's MODOK.

*SPOILERS FOR ANT-MAN 3*

Let's be real here. MODOK wasn't gonna work in live action. At least, not in CGI. Cause dear lord, we laughed so hard when he was revealed without his mask on. My best friend said that he looked like Humpty Dumpty! I can't unsee that!😆 Like, MODOK in the Marvel's Avengers game was done better than the MCU version.

But, despite how goofy he looked, I hate that MODOK was Darren Cross from the first Ant-Man movie. He could've just died in that movie as Yellowjacket, but instead the Quantumania had him be found by Kang and remade him to be MODOK when he was all mangled up. Which is bullcrap cause it's supposed to be George Tarleton, leader of AIM(which I don't even know if t he MCU ever touched upon that criminal orginization). I don't know why this decision was made, nor do I know why he was even in this movie, cause you can replace him with someone else and there'd be no difference.

MODOK can be a threat in the comics and in some animated shows, despite how he looks. Here, he's just a minion and at times a punching bag and you can't really take him seriously, especially with his stretched out CGI'd face.

MODOK's butt.....why did that have to be shown? That didn't need to be seen.

Why does he keep taking his mask off nearly every time he's on screen?! He looked more menacing with it on than without it. Hell his voice module sounded more serious than his normal voice. Seriously, I keep laughing at how goofy he looks with that face.

In the movie, MODOK has a really bad redemption because Cassie told him to stop being a dick....I'm not kidding, that's how he's convinced to betray Kang. By not being a dick. 😆 I get that the movie was trying to have him be Darren again, his own person and not be a servant to a conqueror who didn't treat him well, but it could've been written better than "Don't be a dick, Darren!"

MODOK dies....yep. And, it's really really awkward. Cause he was saying stuff like he saw Scott as a brother to him and that he'll die as an Avenger before he died. And Scott, Hank, and Hope had to go along with it cause I think they feel sorry for them? It was really weird. Like, no way in hell that those things are true, especially all things he did before. Darren was gonna sell the Yellowjacket and the Ant-Man suits to Hydra and the Ten Rings, and he threatened to kill Cassie, Paxton (whose not in this movie for some reason), and other innocent people before he became MODOK. Hell, he tried to kill Cassie and Hank in this movie as well as helping Kang kill even more people in the Quantum realm! Why the hell would I feel sad for him dying when his redemption was poorly executed? Sorry, but I wasn't sad that he died.

But, yeah, MODOK was....that. And so much for him. This is one of those characters that wouldn't work in live action and should've stayed in the comics and animated shows. If you like this version of MODOK, that's fine, but I'm not a fan of this version.

#mcu modok #mcu criticism #mcu critical #marvel critical #marvel criticism #ant-man and the wasp quantumania spoilers #anti mcu #anti marvel #anti marvel cinematic universe

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 year

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The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 86)

Summary: Travelling back in time forces both Steve and Thor to face their pasts

Word Count: 8.8k

Warnings: Fluff! Angst! Canon Typical Violence! Language!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 86: The Time Heist

Steve was awake much earlier than he needed to be, he knew he should try and get more sleep so he was more rested but he had far too much anxious energy. Climbing out of bed he started getting ready for the day, ignoring the huff of annoyance he got from Scout who had been woken up by Steve.

Once he was showered and dressed in his grey henley he crept into JJ’s room. The 6-year-old was still fast asleep, as silently as he could Steve sat on the edge of his bed, his hand running over his light blond locks smiling gently when JJ murmured in his sleep.

“I’ll see you soon bean” Steve whispered leaning down to kiss the top of JJ’s head.

Once he was downstairs he fill Scout’s bowl of food ready for whenever the pup decided to come downstairs, made himself some breakfast and prepared JJ’s rucksack and lunchbox for school. He was just sipping on a cup of coffee when Roberta walked in through the back door looking tired.

“there’s a pot of coffee ready for you,” Steve tells her nodding to the pot.

“Thanks, I don’t get how you can be so awake this early, the sun hasn’t even risen” She mutters as she pours herself a cup of coffee.

Steve shrugs “just raring to go I guess” he offers, a small smile appearing on Roberta’s face.

“today’s the day… the time heist” she sighs eyebrows raised as she takes a large gulp of her coffee.

“yup” Steve nods.

“well I wish you luck, just don’t go placing any bets on sports teams” Roberta smirks making Steve laugh.

“That’s not how time travel works” he chuckles.

“eh it was worth a shot” she shrugs “is JJ still asleep?”

“yeah he won’t be up for another hour or so, his lunchbox is all ready to go so he’ll just need his breakfast and someone to make sure he puts his shirt on the right way around,” Steve says “thanks for agreeing to take him to school again and getting up so early, Tony wants to try and get this all done in a day so we thought starting the mission in the early morning would give enough time to finish the gauntlet and snap our fingers by the end of the day” he explains.

“no it's okay I get it, and I love spending time with JJ, he’s a good kid” Roberta smiles “and the sooner he gets his mom back the better”

“thanks Roberta” Steve smiles “I owe you so much,” he says shaking his head.

“no you don’t,” Roberta tells him “the world owes you, and I’m just repaying the favour” she shrugs with a smile.

“I’m still gonna thank you anyway” Steve smirks making Roberta laugh.

“you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t, now go on, I know you’re dying to get going” Roberta smiles as she ushers him to the door.

“thank you, I’ll see you later, I’ll text when I’m on my way back so you have a bit of a heads up” Steve smiles as he opens the front door.

“thank you, now go,” Roberta says practically shoving him out the door.

When Steve got to the compound the sun was only just beginning to rise. Everyone had already gathered in the conference room, the air in the room palpable. Everyone was anxious to get going but also nervous, the weight of what this mission meant weighing heavy on their shoulders.

“right, here’s everyone's devices,” Tony says as he passes out the supply of nanotech quantum realm suits “you wear them kinda like a watch, but instead of telling the time, it’s to navigate time”

“How does the suit element work?” Clint asks as he slips his device on.

“it's nanotech so it just kinda responds” Tony explains shrugging his shoulders.

“so I just think it and it appears?” Clint questions frowning down at the device.

“more or less” Tony shrugs.

Once they all had their devices everyone broke off into their individual teams to run over the plan one final time.

“All right, we have a plan: six stones, three teams, one shot” Steve states walking closer to the hologram that showed all the stones “everybody get what you need and suit up, meet in the hanger in five”

Everyone nods in agreement, breaking off to go grab their suits. Steve made his way into the lab to grab the now very old suit that he wore from the battle of New York. Picking it up he took a deep breath as he thought back to that time, the way his life changed from the moment he first set his eyes on you. In a way he guess it was apt that to bring you back he was going back to the time when he first met you.

Reaching into the back pocket of his jeans he pulled out the folded photo he used to keep of you in his suit. The one of you and JJ from a couple of days after he was born, this mission was for you and he needed you as close to him as possible. So he slid the photo into one of the pockets on his belt where he knew it would be safe.

Once he was ready he grabbed his shield and made his way to go meet up with everyone else. As soon as everyone was gathered they made their way over to the time machine.

“any last words of encouragement cap?” Tony asks glancing over at Steve.

Steve takes a deep breath before nodding “Five years ago we lost, all of us, we lost friends, we lost family” Steve says glancing over at Thor “we lost a part of ourselves” he adds clearing his throat as he looks down “Today we have a chance to take it all back, you know your teams, you know your missions. Get the stones, get them back. one round trip each” Steve reminds everyone “no mistakes, no do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know that doesn’t mean we should know what to expect, be careful, look out for each other. This is the fight of our lives… and we’re gonna win” Steve continues glancing over at Tony who was smirking back “whatever it takes… good luck” Steve sighs before stepping back.

“he’s pretty good at that” Rocket mutters looking up at Scott.

“right!” Scott exclaims shaking his head.

“all right! You heard the man, stroke those keys jolly green” Tony calls out to Bruce.

“trackers engaged” Bruce called back.

“you ready?” Nat asks looking over at Steve.

“never been more ready in my life,” Steve says with a small smile.

“let’s get your wife back” She grins back at him “see ya in a minute”.

Steve nods smiling to himself as he looks down as the machine whirs to life, Steve activates his helmet along with the others before suddenly he gets shrunken down and disappears into the machine along with everyone else.

After a short burst of colour, Steve, Bruce, Tony and Scott all landed in a back alley just a short distance away from the tower. Recalling back his suit so his old Captain America suit was on show he glanced up spotting one of the leviathans flying up above. They all knew from experience how dangerous this time was, well with the exception of maybe Scott, so Steve was anxious to get in and out as soon as possible.

“All right we have our assignments,” he says taking a few steps so he could glance out onto the main street “two stones uptown, one stone down, stay low keep an eye on the clock” he continues turning back to face the rest of them.

Just at that moment the 2012 Hulk roared as he crashed by making everyone flinch, it had been a long time since they heard that sort of thing. They watched as the Hulk used a car to smash an alien into the ground, jumping on it for good measure.

Steve looks back at Bruce to see the embarrassed look on his face “maybe smash a few things along the way” Steve suggests with a small shrug.

Bruce sighs ripping off his vest “I think it’s gratuitous but whatever” walking onto the street Steve watches as he softly roars and weakly pounds his fist into a cab.

Steve grimaces slightly at the attempt but doesn’t say anything, turning back to the others “c’mon we should be able to get to the tower just as the battle finishes” he says nodding to the tower.

A short while later Steve had snuck his way into the Stark towers, making his way up towards the elevator “Better hustle cap, things look like they’re just about wrapping up here” Tony warns him.

“got it, I’m approaching the elevator now” Steve responds, glancing around as he pressed the button and steps inside the elevator.

Steve hears Tony scoff into the comms “Mr Rogers, I almost forgot that that suit did nothing for your ass”

Steve sighs “no one asked you to look Tony”, he glances into the mirror in the elevator turning slightly so he could subtly check himself out, frowning as he wondered whether you felt the same all those years ago.

“as far as I’m concerned, that’s America’s ass,” Scott says into the comms making Steve freeze.

He almost responded in a panic, asking where Scott had heard that from, worried that maybe you’d accidentally spilt the secret while they were on the run. Steve stopped himself though, this kind of comment was very much like Scott and the chance of you telling him was also pretty low. The last thing Steve needed was to accidentally cause more teasing by accidentally admitting the secret himself.

Steve took a centring breath before stepping out of the elevator a few floors down from everyone else, making his way to the elevator nearby where the STRIKE team were making their way down in.

“all right cap, I’ve got our sceptre in the elevator, just passing the 80th floor” Tony informs him as he reached the elevator he needed.

“on it” Steve responds hitting the button before glancing around “Head to the lobby”

Steve prepared himself as the door opened to a familiar sight, Steve almost laughed at the irony. All the STRIKE team instantly made eye contact with him, but he kept his cool stepping into the elevator, hitting a button for a few floors down.

“Captain we thought you were co-ordinating search and rescue,” Sitwall says swallowing nervously.

“change of plans,” Steve says as he steps closer into the middle of the elevator.

“hey Cap,” Rumlow says his voice a little strained.

“Rumlow” Steve mutters working hard to school his expression after everything Rumlow had put them through.

The tension in the elevator was palpable, just like it was all those years ago before SHIELD fell, right down to the STRIKE agents resting their hands on their guns in anticipation.

“I just got a call from the secretary, I’m gonna be running point on the sceptre” Steve announces.

Sitwell frowns turning around to face him “Sir? I don’t understand”

Steve glances around noting how every agent had his eyes set solely on him, itching to move as soon as Steve made a wrong move “we got word there may be an attempt to steal it” Steve reasons.

“sorry cap, we can’t give you the sceptre” Rumlow states, his tone hard.

“I’m gonna have to call the director,” Sitwell says reaching into his jacket.

It was looking less and less likely that Steve was gonna get out of this without a fight, and he really needed to avoid a fight. He only had one last card to play, one he knew he wouldn’t like but he had no option, so he sent a silent prayer to wherever you were that you wouldn’t hate him for it.

“That's okay, trust me” Steve nods, Sitwell frowns slightly so Steve leans in to whisper in his ear “Hail Hydra”

Steve watches as Sitwell’s eyes widen in shock, blinking a couple of times as he glances around at the rest of the agents “give him the sceptre” Sitwell coughs out.

Rumlow scowls slightly but hands over the case containing the sceptre to Steve. The elevator doors open at that exact moment and Steve walks out smirking to himself victoriously.

As Steve was making his way through the tower back to the back elevator he used earlier he heard alarms ringing and he knew this wasn’t from 2012.

“Tony what’s going on?” Steve asked trying not to panic “tell me you found that cube”

He glances around as he walks onto the glass bridge he crossed earlier, stopping short when he saw someone already standing on the bridge “oh you got to be shitting me” Steve muttered to himself as he looked back at his 2012 self.

“I have eyes on Loki, 14th floor,” his 2012 self said into the comms.

Steve sighs hoping whatever had happened down in the lobby hadn’t jeopardised the mission “I’m not Loki,” Steve says carefully, putting the case down slowly “and I don’t wanna hurt you”

His negotiation didn’t work though as his 2012 self surged forward to attack, Steve raised his shield just in time to block the blow, the two shields clashing together and ringing out across the tower. Steve works to block every blow sent his way, the two versions of himself evenly matched. While Steve’s fight style had evolved over the years he was also much older and not as nippy as his younger self. Meaning it wasn’t long until his 2012 self landed a kick to his gut sending him flying back, Steve landing with a loud grunt.

“I can do this all day,” his 2012 self says.

Steve pushes himself up groaning in annoyance when he heard his phrase thrown back at him. Hearing it himself he wasn’t surprised the others found it annoying “yeah I know” Steve sighs “I know”

Steve throws his shield, but so does his 2012 self meaning they met in the middle and rebounded off the side of the bridge. Steve went hand to hand with himself, trying to gain the upper hand, the side of the bridge smashing and the sceptre falling to the floors below in the scuffle.

Steve managed to trip his 2012 self up, but his footing slipped on the broken glass causing the both of them to fall multiple stories, smashing through glass and hitting staircases as they fell. The both of them collapsed on the bottom floor, groaning in pain.

Steve takes a couple of seconds to breathe through the pain before pushing himself up to his feet, still heavily panting. As he does so he notices his 2012 self holding something, he blinks a couple of times his eyes focusing and realises it was a photo. He quickly looks down at his belt to see the pocket he kept the photo of you and JJ was wide open.

He watches as his 2012 self stares down at the photo, confusion crossing his face as he recognised you in the photo “where did you get this? What is this?” he demands holding the photo up.

Steve takes a moment to try and work out what to say, realising there was nothing he could say that could explain this. Instead, he makes a grab for the sceptre on the floor, but his 2012 self is faster, stepping on the sceptre to stop him, wrapping his arms around Steve’s neck and choking him.

The both of them fall to the floor, grappling as Steve tries to free himself or reach for the sceptre but it was no use. his 2012 self had pinned him so once again Steve used a card that he really didn’t want to “Bucky is alive” he chokes out.

His 2012 self suddenly let go in shock allowing Steve to gulp in some air, coughing a couple of times before quickly punching his 2012 self in the face, grabbing the sceptre and using it to knock him out.

Steve lets out a sigh of relief as he grabs the photo back and tucks it away safely. Standing back up he glances down at his 2012 self, his eyes falling on his ass, finally seeing what you had seen for all these years “yeah that is America’s ass” he smiles to himself.

He glances around before making his way back to a stairwell or elevator he could use to go down the last few floors and escape before someone found his unconscious 2012 self. He had only made it into a corridor when he rounded a corner and froze.

“Steve there you are! Did you find Loki?” you gasped running over to him.

Steve’s heart stopped as he lay eyes on you for the first time in 5 years. He nearly broke down on the spot but he just managed to stop himself. Instead, he surged forward his hands moving to cup your cheeks making your 2012 self look up at him with wide eyes.

“you’re here…” Steve muttered under his breath.

You frown up at him in concern “of course I am, are you okay Steve you look like you’ve seen a ghost”

Steve lets out a watery chuckle nodding his head as he pulled you in for a tight hug “I guess you could say that”

“Steve you’re starting to really worry me,” you say pushing back enough to look up at him, your eyes searching his.

“I’m fine, just a bit of a tussle to get this back,” he says taking a few steps back, reminding himself that at this point in history the pair of you barely knew each other.

“thank the heavens, I dread to think the chaos that would be caused if that fell into the wrong hands” you sigh in relief a smile on your face.

“Exactly, I’m um going to go secure it, Loki’s been taken care of so um why don’t I meet you and the others in the lobby?” Steve suggests.

“Sure I shall see you down there, we’re all gonna grab some shawarma” you nod, smile on your face.

Steve watches as you turn and start heading off in the wrong direction and suddenly he wasn’t okay with you disappearing again so soon. He needed to do something.

“hey Y/N” he calls out grabbing your attention.

“yes?” you hum turning back around.

“I um- despite all this” Steve starts gesturing to his body “I’m still just a skinny kid from Brooklyn that is terrible with the ladies so um after shawarma I think it might be a good idea if maybe you ask me if I want to grab coffee sometime?”

Steve watches as you tilt your head slightly, walking a few paces closer, a smile growing on your face “Captain, are you asking me to ask you out on a date?” you smirk.

Steve smiles down at you shrugging his shoulders innocently “you’re the one asking, not me, I don’t think I’d have the guts”

You laugh gently nodding your head “okay, well it seems as if I’ll be asking you a question later then Steve” you smile.

“I look forward to it” Steve nods smiling down at you “now go on, I’ll be down in a few”

You nod turning back around, Steve watched you with a smile on his face. he knew what he just did wouldn’t change his own past, but maybe he could give this version of himself just some more time with you.

Steve made his way out of the tower as quickly and as quietly as he could, he couldn’t afford another run-in. Once back onto the streets of New York, he climbed a nearby fire escape deciding to make his way back to the rendezvous point using fire escapes and roofs so he could keep a low profile.

Once he reached the back alley he wanted he jumped down onto the street “cap” he heard Tony call out behind him.

Steve turns spotting Tony and Scott sitting in a damaged car, both with despondent looks on their faces. Steve desperately was hoping it wasn’t what he thought it was, but Tony then confirmed it.

“Sorry Buddy we got a problem,” Tony says barely able to look Steve in the eye.

Scott scoffed from the backseat of the car “yeah we do”

“do you wanna tell him or shall I?” Tony snaps looking over his shoulder at Scott.

“Tell me what?” Steve demands, holding onto the shred of hope he still had.

“you can tell him” Scott mutters, looking sheepishly over at Steve.

“we may or may not have lost the tesseract” Tony admits fiddling with his fingers, unable to look at Steve.

Steve takes a deep breath trying to remain calm, a task becoming increasingly difficult “where is it? can we go get it?”

“we don’t know, I had the case in my hands and was making my way to the stairwell but I forgot we made the hulk take the stairs… he knocked me down and the case went flying, the tesseract practically landing in Loki’s feet, so he took it a teleported out of there” Tony explains.

Steve nods turning away as he pinches the bridge of his nose. They were so close, so close to getting everyone back, to getting you back and the chance was gone. Steve took a deep breath trying to get control of his emotions, he’d lost his chance to ever see you again a fact that he hated with all his being, especially after just seeing you. Anger bubbled up inside him and he needed a release and quick, his sights landed on an innocent trash can which he quickly kicks sending it flying down the alley.

“Fuck!” Steve growls in anger, he turns to start pacing but stops when he sees the shocked expressions of both Tony and Scott, their jaws practically on the floor.

“did the Captain America just say the f-word?” Scott mutters in disbelief.

“yeah we’re well and truly fucked now” Tony mutters back as Scott climbs out of the car.

“Well, what are we gonna do now?” Steve demands, hoping that somewhere in his big brain of his Tony had an idea of what to do.

“give me a break Steve, I just got hit in the head with the hulk” Tony sighs rubbing his forehead.

Scott scoffs, having clearly gotten over his shock and was now angry like Steve “you said that we had one shot, this was our shot!” he exclaims back to Tony “we shot it, it’s shot, sic stones or nothing! Six stones or nothing”

Tony rolls his eyes “you’re repeating yourself” he points out “you know that? You’re repeating yourself”

“you’re repeating yourself, you’re repeating yourself” Scott retorts petulantly making Steve feel like he was back at the JJ’s school fair he help out at a few months back.

Steve sighs taking a step away for a moment before he could get any more annoyed, one of them needed to have a clear head.

“are there any other options with the tesseract?” Steve asks with a sigh hoping to get the conversation back on track.

“no, no, no there’s no other options, there’s no do-overs” Scott explains shutting the open back seat door shut “we’re not going anywhere else, we have one particle left each! That’s it all right? We use that bye-bye you’re not going home”

“yeah well if we don’t try!” Steve interrupts, he wasn’t ready to give up just yet, whatever it takes “then no one else is going home either”

“I got it!” Tony announces shooting out of his seat “there’s another way to retake the tesseract and acquire new particles” he says glancing over at Scott before looking back at Steve “a little stroll down memory lane, military installation, garden state”

Steve instantly understands exactly what he meant and he was mentally kicking himself for not thinking of it sooner. They still had some details to iron out, details that Steve didn’t have.

“When were they both there?” he asks.

“they were there at a time… I have a vaguely exact idea” Tony says with a small shrug.

Steve has to bite his lip to stop himself from saying something he’d regret. Vaguely exact was not good enough if they were going to take this risk “how vague?”

“What are you talking about? Where are we going?” Scott questions but Steve and Tony pay him little attention.

“I know for a fact they were there and I know how I know” Tony explains with a look in his eyes pleading with Steve to try it.

“guys what is this? Scott asks as Steve takes a deep breath, this was the best shot they had, the only shot they had.

“looks like we’re improvising” Steve sighs nodding his head in agreement.

“what are we improvising?” Scott asks as Steve walks over towards him.

“Scott get this back to the compound” Steve orders passing him the sceptre.

“suit up,” Tony says as Steve walks back over to him.

Scott continues to ask questions as Tony reads out the coordinates they needed, Steve repeating them back as he inputted them “are you sure?” Steve asks once he put in the last one.

“cap? Captain? Steve?” Scott says finally getting Steve’s attention “sorry, America, Rogers… look if you do this and it doesn’t work you’re not coming back… what about JJ?”

Steve swallows a lump in his throat, he knew the risk he was taking but he had to be confident “I’m doing this for JJ” he responds.

“yeah thanks for the pep talk pissant” Tony states before looking back at Steve “you trust me?”

Steve pauses for a moment but he knew there was only every one answer. Despite everything, every argument they had, Steve knew Tony had his back “I do” he nods.

“your call,” Tony says giving him one last chance to back out.

“here we go” Steve sighs looking down at his device and activating it, once again shrinking down and entering the quantum realm.

Arriving in the Asgard dungeons Thor grabbed his flask and took a couple of swigs. He never thought he’d be back home, yet here he was and just around the corner was his brother.

“Alright, pal, which way?” Rocket says rubbing his hands together.

Thor clears his throat nodding his head “this way rabbit” he says quickly hurrying off, trying to keep a low profile as he ran through the dungeons.

Making their way undetected through the palace they stopped at a column using it for cover as they looked down the corridor to where Jane was standing at the door accepting some clothes.

“These are from the Princess’ wardrobe,” the maid says passing Jane the clothes.

“um, so you have anything with pants?” Jane asks hopefully.

“pants?” the maid says confused.

“nevermind these will be fine thank you” Jane smiles before quickly stepping back inside her room.

“oh, there’s Jane” Thor mutters, not missing the way his heart ached when he saw her.

“all right, here’s the deal tubby,” Rocket says jumping down onto the floor “you’re gonna charm her, and I’m gonna poke her with this thing and extract the reality stone and get gone lickety-split”

Thor looks up from Rocket and back towards the door to Jane’s chambers knowing at this moment he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t face her again, it would hurt too much. If he was going to do this he would need some stronger alcohol. He sniffs back some tears “I’ll be right back, the wine cellar is just down here, my father used to have this huge carrel of Aakonian ale, I’ll see if the scullery has a couple to go cups” Thor says backing off down the corridor.

“Hey! Hey! Aren’t you drunk enough already?” Rocket calls out.

Thor goes to say something but then they hear the sound of a door opening sending them both scrambling for cover. Thor peers around the column he was hiding behind his face falling when he spots you and his mother walking down the opposite corridor with a couple of other ladies. The both of you giving orders to grab certain books from the library.

“who’s the fancy broad with your sister?” Rocket asks.

“that’s my mother… she dies today…” Thor mutters his voice shaking with emotion, the image permanently burnt into his memory, the sounds of your cries echoing in his ears.

“oh.. that is today?” Rocket mutters, his voice much softer than before.

The more Thor recalled that time the harder he found it to breathe. It felt like he had a massive weight on his chest which was suffocating him “I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t have come, it’s a bad idea” he pants struggling to catch his breath.

“come here” Rocket beckons.

“no, no, no, I think I’m having a panic attack” Thor gasps.

“come here, right here” Rocket repeats gesturing for him to come closer.

“I shouldn’t be here, this is bad” Thor states before Rocket slaps him hard across the face.

“you think you’re the only one who lost people?” Rocket demands “what do you think we’re doing here? I lost the only family I ever had! Quill, Groot, Drax, the chick with the antenna all gone!” he exclaims before sighing “I get that you miss your mom but she’s gone, really gone and there are plenty of people of are only kind of gone, your sister being one of them, and you can help them… so is it too much to ask that you brush the crumbs out of your beard, make schmoopy talk to pretty pants? And when she’d not looking suck the infinity stone and help me get my family back?”

Thor takes a deep breath “okay” he mutters nodding his head.

“Are you crying?” Rocket asks.

“no” Thor lies “…yes… I feel like I’m losing it”

“get it together! You can do this” Rocket encourages him.

Thor takes a couple of deep breaths trying to steady himself “yes I can” he says trying to convince himself.

“good” Rocket nods jumping back down to the floor.

“I can do this, I can do this” Thor mutters to himself but the more he said it the more unconvinced he felt “I can’t do this,” he says quickly turning and running away before Rocket could notice and stop him.

Thor had managed to make his way into the wine cellar, quickly refilling his flask with some ale before making his way back out. he was walking down one corridor when he heard people approaching, ducking behind a column just as his mother, accompanied by you and some maids walked around the column.

He made sure to keep himself hidden as you passed, moving to stay out of view while also trying to catch a glimpse. He heard you whispering something to the ladies and then the sounds of footsteps.

He was just turning away when he came face to face with you “what are you doing?” you frown up at him.

Thor screams in surprise turning to run away but coming face to face with his mother, making him scream in surprise again, scaring his mother “oh god!” Frigga gasps “you’re better off leaving the sneaking to your brother” she chastises.

“no, I wasn’t sneaking, I was just going for a walk” Thor mumbles waving it off.

“what on earth are you wearing?” you ask, folding your arms across your chest, face scrunching in disgust.

“oh I always wear this, it’s one of my favourites” Thor reasons pulling at his clothes as he looked down at them.

Frigga carefully studies him taking a couple of steps closer so she could cup his cheek “what’s wrong with your eye?”

“Oh, my eye,” Thor says moving her hand away “you remember the uh, Battle of Harokin when I got hit in the face with a broadsword?” he says glancing over at you.

“you didn’t get-“ you start before your mother interrupts.

“Y/N dear could you go check on Jane for me?” she asks turning to face you.

You look over at her taken aback “but-“ you go to argue.

“that wasn’t a request,” she says firmly.

You stand up straight giving her a quick nod of the head before glancing over at Thor sceptically “of course mother” you say before turning on your heels and heading back towards the room Jane was in.

Once you were gone, Frigga turned back to Thor with a gentle smile “you’re not the Thor I know at all are you?” she sighs lightly.

Thor forces a smile “Yes I am” he says.

“the future hasn’t been kind to you has it?” she sighs her hand gently running over his shoulder.

“I didn’t say I was from the future” Thor chuckles shaking his head at the idea.

His mother holds up a finger “I was raised by witches boy, I see with more than eyes, you know that” she tells him softly.

Thor was barely unable to hold back his tears as he nods his head quickly “yeah I’m totally from the future” his voice breaking.

Frigga gives him a reassuring smile “yes you are honey”

“I really need to talk to you” Thor mutters through his tears.

“we can talk” she nods pulling him into the hug he had been desperate for for years now “let's go to my chambers”

Thor nods following after his mother, once inside her room they both sat down on the small decorative couch “so tell me what brings you here?” she asks him.

Thor takes a deep and shaky breath as he begins to recount the story of Thanos, how he attacked the Asgardian ship and killed Loki and what happened in Wakanda “Y/N she- she was one of the ones that went… JJ was only one at the time” Thor sniffles.

“who’s JJ?” Frigga asks.

Thor smiles slightly as he glances at his mother “her son, she married Steve Rogers, Captain America… he made her so happy… promised to keep her safe” he mutters his jaw clenching as he looks down at his clenched fists.

“I’m sure he did everything he could” Frigga sighs sadly.

Thor just hums, he knew she was right, and deep down he did regret his behaviour towards Steve following the snap.

“any way we track Thanos to his farm, to try and get the stones back but he’d already destroyed them which is why I’m here in the past to retrieve them… but I was just so angry and lost… so I swung and went for the head… his head was over there… his body over there,” he says before scoffing “I mean what was the point, I was too late… I was just standing there, some idiot with an axe”

“Now you’re no idiot, you’re here aren’t you? seeking counsel from the wisest person in Asgard” Frigga points out “idiot no, a failure? Absolutely”

Thor frowns taking a swig from his flask “that’s a little big harsh” he mutters.

“do you know what that makes you? just like everyone else” she says rubbing his back soothingly.

“I’m not supposed to be like everyone else am I?” Thor scoffs

“mh, everyone fails at who they’re supposed to be Thor, the measure of a person, of a hero is how well they succeed at being who they are,” she tells him softly.

Thor nods as he lets her words sink in, feeling just like he did when he was a little kid and she picked him up after a fall, safe.

“I really missed you mom” he whispers looking over at her, she gives him a gently smile pulling him closer so their foreheads rest against one another.

“you should get back to your friend so you can go save the world,” she tells him, standing up from her seat.

Thor nods and follows her out of her chambers and back into the corridors of the palace. The two of them pause by a window that looks out over Asgard, Thor looking out at his home trying to commit it to memory knowing he’d never see it again.

“I have one last piece of advice for you Thor” Frigga sighs turning to face him “let go of your anger… I see so much of it in you, don’t let it take you down a dark path like it did your brother. You are hurting but making others feel your pain won’t make yours go away, you are angry at Thanos, not Steve, not yourself, so stop punishing those that don’t deserve it”

Thor gulps back a lump in his throat nodding his head “I know I’m sorry”

Frigga gives him a small smile “I’m not the one you should be apologising to” she reminds him.

Thor takes a deep breath nodding his head as he glanced back out at Asgard “mom I have to tell you something” he starts.

“no son you don’t, you’re here to repair your future, not mine,” she tells him softly, reaching out to take his hand.

“This is about your future” Thor presses.

“it's none of my business” she smiles.

Thor wants to argue more but doesn’t get the chance as Rocket comes bursting around the corner “hi” he pants catching his breath “you must be mom” he says looking up at Frigga before turning to thor “I got the thing, come on we gotta move”

“Oh, I wish we had more time” Thor sighs turning back to Frigga.

“no this was a gift” Frigga smiles taking his hands and squeezing them “now you go and be the man you’re meant to be… and give my grandson and son-in-law a hug for me” she adds with a smirk.

Thor nods feeling himself well up once more “I love you mom”

“I love you” she whispers hugging him tightly “and eat a salad,” she says as he steps back.

Thor nods his head in agreement, hearing Rocket count down beside him as he realises he had one last thing to do.

“no wait!” he shouts stopping rocket before thrusting out his hand, if he could do this he could do what his mother said, he could be better.

“what am I looking at?” Rocket mutters in confusion.

“Sometimes it takes a second,” Frigga says with a small shrug of her shoulders.

Thor peaked open one eye just as he felt the familiar tingling sensation in his fingers, opening his eyes fully when Mjolnir landed in his hand. Thor laughs in disbelief flipping the hammer in his hands “I’m still worthy” he mutters to himself.

“you always will be, now go” Frigga smiles.

Thor smiles nodding his head “goodbye mom” he smiles as the suit activates and he disappears into the quantum realm.

Steve and Tony reappeared out of the quantum realm inside an old abandoned hut inside Camp Leigh. Steve walks straight over to one of the windows slyly glancing outside to confirm they were in the right place.

“this is it, we’re gonna need to change I can’t exactly walk around like this,” Steve says turning back to Tony, gesturing down to his Captain America suit.

“agreed, you stay here while I scout something” Tony nods before slipping out of the hut.

Steve let out a long sigh as he glanced back out of the window, Camp Leigh was very different to what he remembered from back in the 40s. He couldn’t remember it ever being this busy. A feeling of dread settled into his stomach, what if they couldn’t get the tesseract or the pym particles? What if they ended up trapped here? Steve would be an old man by the time he saw JJ again.

“shit…” Steve muttered running his hand down his face.

He startled slightly when Tony walked back into the hut “got myself a nice suit and you a Captain’s uniform, thought it was fitting” Tony smirked before frowning slightly “you alright there cap?”

“yeah,” Steve coughs nodding his head.

Tony raises a brow “I may not know you like Y/N does but even I can tell that’s bullshit, so get whatever it is off your chest because we need your head in the game cap” Tony states crossing his arms over his chest.

Steve huffs quietly before glancing out the window once more “I’m just worried we haven’t thought this through… if this goes wrong Tony we’ll have to wait decades to see anyone we know again” Steve sighs shaking his head.

Tony nods his head gently “I know but I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t think it would work, you know I’m trying to think more and act less” Steve lets out a small chuckle hearing that “look you’re more likely to get spotted so why don’t you go after the Pym particles and as soon as it goes south you get out of there and back to JJ” Tony suggests.

Steve frowns “but what about you?” he asks.

“Hopefully I’ll be right behind you, I can grab some myself if I need to, and if not I’m sure I can work something out” Tony shrugs.

A small smile tugs at Steve’s lips “thank you Tony”

Tony shrugs casually but Steve could see a hint of a smile on his face “it’s nothing you’ve put up with enough of my crap over the years… just paying you back” he says passing over the uniform.

“Thanks Tony” Steve smiles.

Once they were changed they made their way onto the base, passing by one of the many signs that proudly displayed the phrase ‘birthplace of Captain America”

“Clearly you weren’t actually born here right?” Tony asks quietly as they walked alongside a building.

“The idea of me was” Steve mutters tilting his head down to hide his face.

“right well imagine you’re SHIELD running a quasi-fascistic intelligence organization… where do you hide it?” Tony asks peering into one of the windows as they pass.

Steve comes to a stop when he spots the bunker they needed, the one he knew was suspicious when he last visited “in plain sight” he says nodding in its direction.

Tony taps the sides of his glasses before nodding “let's go then” he mutters, the two of them walking over to the bunker.

They step inside the elevator that would take them down, the doors were about to close when a small black woman holding a file stepped in. Steve cursed their luck as he dipped his head, thankfully the woman seemed too engrossed in her file to notice. That distraction didn’t last long though as Steve then noticed her glancing up with a curious look on her face. Tony however stepped forward into her line of sight, effectively blocking her view of Steve… or at least obstructing it.

That was at least until the elevator doors opened onto the floor Tony needed “good luck on your mission Captain” Tony says glancing over before stepping out of the elevator.

“good luck on your…project doctor,” Steve says wincing internally when he heard how unnatural he sounded, Tony clearly thinking the same as he rolled his eyes.

“you new here?” the lady asked once the doors to the elevator shut, a pleasant smile on her face.

Steve takes a moment trying to decide how to answer, cursing whatever god or being it was that made him so bad at lying “not exactly” he settles on.

The woman gives him a polite nod and Steve feels his nerves getting the better of him. He didn’t lie, not really, but it definitely wasn’t the truth and he was panicking that she could see right through him. Thankfully the elevator doors opened giving Steve the perfect escape. He heard her call out saying have a nice day but he didn’t dare respond.

Steve made his way down the corridors before finding a room with a telephone in, quickly dialling the number to Hank Pym’s lab.

“Hello?” Hank answered in a cheery voice.

“Doctor Pym?” Steve asks not certain if he’d called the right number.

“That would be the number you called yes” Hank sighed.

“This is Captain…Stevens from shipping, we have a package for you” Steve says wincing slightly, he’s never been good at espionage.

“oh bring it up,” Hank tells him.

“well that’s the thing sir, we can’t” Steve answers scratching the back of his neck.

“I’m confused I thought that was your job” Hank mutters clearly unimpressed.

“well it's just… sir the box is glowing… and it- to be honest some of our mail guys aren’t feeling that great” Steve answers.

“They didn’t open it did they?” Hank mutters.

“uh yeah they did, you better get down here,” Steve says smirking to himself, it was finally going to plan, maybe Steve wasn’t as bad as he thought.

Steve hears the line disconnect and then the sound of Hank running down the corridor. Steve poked his head out of the room to make sure the coast was clear before making his way into the lab.

Once inside he quickly starts searching, cursing to himself when he couldn’t spot them. He only had a short period of time, as soon as Hank realised there wasn’t a glowing package the alarm would almost certainly get raised. He then spots something red in the corner of his eye, looking over he breathes a sigh of relief when he sees the particles in a fume cupboard.

Walking over he quickly and carefully reaches in, grabbing four vials of pym particles, just in case they needed more. Making sure to leave some in case Tony needed to run in and grab some.

Slipping back out into the corridor Steve starts making his way back towards the elevator. He was about halfway there when he spotted the woman from the elevator up ahead with two guards.

“And you’ve never seen these two men before?” one of the guards asks.

“no I’ve got an eye for this, the two of them looked fishy,” she says shaking her head.

Steve curses under his breath tipping his head down to hide his face “one of them had a hippie beard” she continues as Steve glances around for somewhere to hide.

Turning around he spots a doorway and without hesitating he makes his way inside, closing the door behind him. He keeps his back to the wall, listening out for when the lady and the two guards walked passed.

Once he heard them go he breathed out a small sigh of relief glancing around the room as he made his way back to the door. His hand was just about to grab the handle when a picture on the desk caught his eye. He frown as he approached unsure if what he was seeing was true or not but as he picked up the picture there was no denying it. especially when he glanced back over at the door to see ‘Margeret Carter – Director’ written on it. This was the picture that Peggy had given you and him for a wedding present, the photo from his days training at this very camp, the one that sat on her desk for years.

He turned when he heard distant voices approaching, specifically one he never thought he’d see again. He looked through the blinds into the adjected room where he saw Peggy talking to another man. Steve couldn’t help but slowly walk closer to the window, watching the heated discussion as she flicked through files on a table.

He couldn’t deny there was a time in Steve��s life when he wondered what it would be like if he could travel back in time to be with Peggy, and maybe a part of him always wonder what if he never went into the ice. But standing here now, watching his first love he didn’t feel regret or wish his life had been different. He felt peace. As if he’d finally gotten the closure he didn’t know he needed because in the space of less than a day he’d seen both past you and past Peggy, and he was far more happier to see you again, and if he had to choose which life to relive, he’d always pick you.

He let out a long sigh as he watches Peggy walk back out of the room, a small smile playing on his lips. He glanced back over to the door looking at the role she worked her way up to “I’m proud of you peg” he smiles as he puts the photo back down and makes his way out.

Once he made his way back to the surface he made sure to stand somewhere out of the way until he spotted Tony. He didn’t have to wait long until he saw him walking out of a building with another man, it took Steve a couple of moments to recognise who it was, it was Howard.

Tony glanced over in Steve’s direction, Steve responding with a small but slightly awkward thumbs up to say he got the pym particles. He watched the two of them talk for a moment, wondering what they could be talking about, hoping it was something that would be good for Tony. Once Howards stepped away Steve nodded his head in question, getting his answer when Tony pointed to the briefcase allowing Steve to breathe a sigh of relief.

Steve watches as Tony hugs his father before stepping away and walking in Steve’s direction.

“you alright?” Steve asks once Tony reached him.

“um” Tony mutters scratching the back of his neck “yeah I think so,” he says nodding his head.

“Good, we should probably get out of here, some guards are looking for us,” Steve says clearing his throat as he glanced around.

“right sure let's get back to the hut and collect everything before anyone finds it” Tony nods.

Steve nods in agreement and the two of them begin walking back to the hut in silence. Steve bites his lip lightly the air feeling awkward between the two of them as if they both wanted to say something but didn’t know what.

“you know if you wanna talk about it, you know who you just saw then you can talk to me about it…” Steve offers quietly, only getting a small hum in response “I just… I understand what you’re probably feeling right now… I um- I uh saw Peg in there…” he says Tony looking over at him brows raised in surprise “and uh Y/N back in New York… I actually got to speak to her…” Steve continues looking down at the floor.

Tony paused for a moment turning to face Steve “shit…” he mutters under his breath “how are you feeling about all that” he asks.

Steve takes a deep breath “alright… I’m glad I got to… it was difficult but it’s just made me more determined to get Y/N back” he says nodding slightly as he looked back at Tony.

A small smile grows on Tony’s face as he nods and puts a hand on Steve’s shoulder “I’m happy for you Rogers, really, and don’t worry about me see my old man was good, it made me see things in a new and better light” Tony smiles.

“I’m glad Tony, I know the Howard I knew was different to the one you did, but I do know he’d be proud of you,” Steve tells him.

Tony clears his throat nodding slightly as he looked down at the ground “thank… well um I think that's enough heart-to-heart for one day… let's um get back home shall we?” Tony says walking off before Steve even got a chance to argue.

Once back in the hut they stuffed their hold gear away and put the pym particles into their suits. Calibrating the suits they nodded once more at each other before disappearing back into the quantum realm for the last time.

Reappearing back into the compound Steve glanced around trying to see if everyone else had been successful in their missions.

“Did we get them all?” Bruce asks holding the time stone.

“Are you telling me this actually worked?” Rhodey smiled as he held up the power stone.

Steve breathed out a quick sigh of relief, they’d done it, they had all the stones. They were one step closer to getting everybody back. getting you back. Steve’s brief moment of celebration was shattered when Clint dropped to his knees beside him. Steve turned to look at him, his face falling when he noticed Nat wasn’t standing beside him.

“Clint, where’s Nat?” Bruce asked.

Clint remained silent, slowly glancing up at Steve with tears in his eyes. Steve knew what the answer was, even if he did pray to every god out there that he was wrong. Nat was gone.

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