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unwantedhatred · 11 months

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Marvel fanfics hurt me deeply..(mostly Peter Parker. These are just my opinions and my unwanted hatred)

God, I’m gonna sound so awful the second I say this.. but fuck all fanfics involving lgbtq+, mental Illnesses, pronouns and iron dad. And y’know what, FUCK FOUND FAMILY WITH THE AVENEGERS! And since we’re already there, fuck femboy Peter and Harley Keener.

I’m all for with Peter having ADHD, being Bisexual and having Tony as his Father figure, but some people push it. It gets to the point where it’s so unrealistic and honestly creepy, plus everything now has to do with LGBTQ+ or it’s just not a fanfic to all of you. Also.. why do you think it’s okay for Peter to act.. like a barbie doll..?

Peter is cannonly bisexual in the comics and also shown signs in the live action version as well that he is. I mean, we can’t forget the way he looked at Quill when he dissed Thor like that. But now I can’t read a fic without it having to do with pride. Like, yes, it’s normal, but then at some point Peter goes on a rant on twitter or just somewhere talking about Pride and all the hate towards it, then a bunch of people praise him for that and it goes around for ages. It just came out of no where for no reason. Why is everyone praising him? Being gay or something is the most normal thing nowadays. Then everyone starts going to pride parades or come out as gay or something. It’s not even apart of the actual story, it’s just there for some reason. Why?

Don’t get me started on when everyone starts pulling pronouns out of their ass. Why. Just why. Randomly in the middle of the fic, all the Avengers talk about their pronouns, starting with “she/they” or “him/she”. There was no need. Absolutely no need for that. Then they start talking about how they wish for everyone in the community to respect them by their pronouns. At their age, they shouldn’t even care. Then they all make a huge fuss about it online and how they wish everyone to respect them by their pronouns. It’s unprofessional, I’m sorry, but there was no need and it makes no sense. Soon the whole fic is just about that the whole time. Why must everything involve pride and BLM? Half the Black people you see online don’t even care about white lives. No hate on BLM, but I’m hating on them. All it is is just about one race. Half of them think it’s okay to hate on white lives while white people and all these other races have fought for them. It’s insane. Not everything is about race.(now it’s just unwanted hatred online, woops)

All of you have an obsession with Peter having a mental illness or something fucked up in his head. It’s genuinely messed up how you guys play these characters with issues. It gets to the point where he genuinely needs help and yet all you think you need to do is get someone to hug them and it’s okay. Even with sensory overloads. Yes, it can get bad, but he doesn’t need to be crying in the corner. He’s not a kid and he’s been dealing with it for ages, so I don’t know why you need to add that. Can’t he just be normal?

Why must he have stuffed animals? Have you ever actually interacted with a guy? Yes, some do have stuffed animals and it’s usually the ones who do have issues, but why does he need like an entire army? The only ones you usually see with one are little kids and ones who need extra help in life. Sure, having an old one from his childhood sitting under his bed is fine, but why a whole box? Why is he taking it with him everywhere? Then they say he has an Avengers collection of stuffed toys. The Avengers were formed when he was 10-11. He’s not gonna have much besides a poster or an old figurine. It’s not cute. It’s like watching a Disney series. The characters don’t act normal and it’s just weird.

Why does any story that involves Peter being gay or even bisexual have him wearing booty shorts? Or even those cat headphones.. and a tank top. Normal people don’t wear those. Yes, some little kids wear those headphones, but you’re pushing the limits here. Not cute and honestly really weird. Always pouting and acting like he’s 5.

People who write irondad and anything involving Tony need to calm down. Whenever he’s around Peter, you make it look like they’re dating. Why are they always cuddling? Why does he kiss Peter on the cheek? Why does he call him baby? Yeah, doing this for your toddler and little kid, normal, but he’s a teenager and a boy. Its strange and even around my own Father, I’d be creeped out. Peter always has a nightmare and runs over to his “Father” and sleeps with him. In the show, he acts more like a mentor than a Father minus two scenes which are their deaths. That shit was heartbreaking and he lost his kid while Peter lost Tony. It’s gone over the line of being close to creepy. He’s an adult treating a teenager like a baby. It’s so wrong.

The Avengers always seem to have an obsession with him. They’re always touching one another and fighting over him. Like, it’s cute once or twice in a story or even funny, but it just genuinely seems creepy. Laying in each others laps and threatening to kill someone for going near Peter? It’s disturbing. Yes, they all have issues, but you make it out like it’s affecting everything.

Why is Parley so toxic? Half the stories are about Harley being a douche bag and being such a bitch towards Peter and then they randomly get together. Like wtf.. one was so messed up it actually made me hate Harley. I genuinely can’t handle this ship. Also what is with characters threatening to tell the main character that they like their crush if they don’t do something. That’s just a bad friend. I would hate if one of mine went over to my crush and said I liked them. It’s messed up and they need to stop doing that to Peter, especially when the so called “crush” is so awful.

It’s so random and I hate it. MJ/Shuri. Horrible ship. Never met and makes no sense. Also, Ned/Peter. They’re best friends, brothers! Wtf.. also, poly ships. No. Why? It’s like a trio. They never actually work out. Might at the start, but in the end.. it’s basically like two fighting over one person and the other just wants both or the other is just a second option in reality. It’s an excuse half the time. I understand some may working, but it’s so random and unneeded.

There needs to be serious limits to these, cause wtf are half of these people on. This isn’t cute, this isn’t funny and it’s not how people act. It’s honestly gross. Don’t even get me started on Flash. It’s 2023 plus he goes to a Science school. If he ever did beat Peter up, police would be involved nowadays. He’s not even that bad. Sure he makes a few comments here and there, but Peter hardly reacts. Flash isn’t even that stupid to say it in front of The Avengers. In reality, if they did go to SI, Flash would mock peter once and when the Q&A started, ask if Peter of people underaged work at SI and then proceed to wink at Peter or make one small comment about him. He’s not even half bad. You guys make him seem so much worse, like wtf.

#marvel #fanfic #ao3 #WattPad #toxic behavior #toxic fandom #toxic frienship #opinion #mcu #peter Parker #iron dad and spider son #spiderman #the avengers #flash thompson #mental problems #mental health

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ihavenoideawhatthisblogis · 1 year

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Since we're not the only groups in the city anymore, part of our alliance requires us training together before we can face and get rid of the silly group of teenagers that's been taking people from us, gaining strength.

"So, you and Chan, huh?" says Changbin joining me behind one of the columns of the same building he approached me just yesterday.

"Is this your favorite spot or something?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "How come you're always here, and how do you get here so fast?"

I don't even point my gun at his head because it's not worth the effort. I know he won't try to hurt me physically. He only wants to tease me and get a few words out of me. So here we are, in the middle of a training mission, and he's distracting me.

"If I tell you, I'll have to kill you," he shrugs.

"Oh, but we both know how easy it is for you to kill innocents," I say, dramatically placing a hand on my chest. He smiles.

"All this to avoid talking about you and Chan," he points out with his dismissive pout and shrug. "You know he and I used to be best friends when we were kids. He always had the biggest crush on you." He looks at me up and down. "I never really understood what he saw." He speaks slowly, and his gaze is burning my skin. I flinch, and look away. What the fuck was that?

"Funny how you ended up with my best friend, and I ended up with yours," I comment, moving to the next column.

"I’ve never fucked with Hyunjin tho," he counts back, following me.

"I don't have to explain myself to you," I say, trying not to look as uncomfortable as I am. I know I haven't fucked with Chan, but last night was so damn intimate we might as well have.

"So you don't deny it," he laughs. "Han seems clueless tho," he continues taking his gun out now that we hear gunshots approaching us. "He doesn't know about you two, I assume," he continues, "do you think he'd be pissed?" Changbin asks.

He shouldn't care what Chan and I do together or not. Specially if we take into account he's fucking one of our enemies. However, he would -most definitely- go crazy if he finds out we broke our oath.

«The three of us. Our frienship is sacred. That's what makes us different from them. That's how we make the right decisions to avenge our people.»

"Why do you wonder such silly things?" I ask, bringing myself back to reality.

"I don't, but I was surprised." He shrugs, taking his gun down since the sounds we heard before are gone.

"How come?" I frown, taking my own gun down for the first time since he approached me.

"You're always so bitter," he starts, briefly looking at me," I thought it was because you never got laid," he's quick to recover, but I still catch his stupid smirk, so I lift my fist, ready to punch the lights out of him. He reacts faster, holding both my wrists, putting me against the nearest wall.

I think about kicking his balls, but he moves faster, and somehow I end up with my leg around his hips. It takes me a couple of seconds to realize the position we're in, but he stops me before I can move my leg down.

"Let go of me. What do you think you're doing?" I ask through gritted teeth. My skin is burning, but not exactly because I'm mad.

"Listen, I know we're like in the middle of something important, but do you honestly think appropriate going around wearing...that?" he whispers, looking at me up and down again. One hand holding mine and the other one holding my leg around him. I feel my skin getting hotter. I can't even shoot back, saying how he shouldn't give a fuck about my clothes. He moves his head closer to me, his nose brushing my neck up to my ear. "You're fucking driving me crazy," he groans. I stop trying to move for a second, processing. Thinking about my next reply, I open my mouth, but only a moan comes out of it when he sucks on the little spot behind my ear. He looks at me for a second before he lets go of my hands. Our breathing equally erratic coming through our mouths.

We're looking at eachother's eyes and lips repeatedly until I fist his shirt, pulling him back to me, finally kissing him.

He responds pliant, with a groan kissing me back.

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Afterwards, while I'm fixing my clothes and he’s doing the same, I laugh softly, because I've clearly lost my mind. This situation has to be a sick joke the universe is putting me through.

"See? I knew all you needed was to be dicked down to be in a good mood," he scoffs, and I snap back to reality. What the fuck did I just do?!

"You fucking asshole!" I snarl, punching his nose. He falls to the ground, and I straddle him. I start punching his face, over and over again, until I hear him laughing, so I grab my gun and put it between his eyebrows. His smile grows wider. His teeth are tinted red.

"I love that I know just which buttons to press," he says. "Do you think Chan will notice? That you're not his anymore, I mean. Do you think he'll notice tonight when he fucks you?" I'm about to shoot him when I hear Hyunjin and Han shouting at us. Or well, me.

"Hey! Hey, _____! What the fuck do you think you're doing???"

Han lifts me up, grabbing my gun and taking me away from Changbin. Hyunjin helps Changbin, who's coughing and spitting blood.

Hyune turns to me. He looks so mad I actually recoil a bit.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?” He yells at me, “do you want this truce to work or not? Your word loses more and more value every time." I swear I've never seen him so upset in my entire life. And we've fought so many times in the past. His words hurt because I know I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. He turns again to help Changbin.

"What happened?" Jisung asks softly.

"He's an asshole. That's what happened" I set myself free from his hold, grab my gun, and start walking to our house, not caring about them calling for me.

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I hear a soft knock on my bathroom door when I'm getting out of the shower.

"_____?" Chan calls gently on the other side. I put the towel around my body and open the door. I can tell he's trying so hard not to look at my barely covered body. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?" I speak rather harsh. He raises an eyebrow at me like it's obvious. "He's a dick," I say, rolling my eyes, and my mind tells me that's a good word to describe him, not only for his personality but because of his c-

"Did he set you up? Or provoke you?" he asks, concerned. Oh, he definitely did, I think.

"I don't wanna talk about it. I think, I shouldn't keep attending the training. Not when that asshole is around," I shrug.

"You can't leave Jisung alone! You're the sec-"

"I don't care, Chan," I cut him off, "I can't deal with that stupid piece of shit. I'll quit my position," I state, and Chan frowns, confused.

"What really happened? What did he do? You'd never let a guy make you quit. Especially him."

And he's right. That's not me. I'm not a quitter. Sure, what happened is horrible (not the sex part, sadly,) but the fact that it was Changbin's plan all along, and I fell for it. He wanted me out. He even asked for it in the deal he made with Jisung. He repeatedly said he didn't want to work with me. He didn't trust me. He didn't think it was appropriate for me to be the second one. That scumbag son of a b-

"_____?" Chan waves his hand before my eyes. I blink a couple of times, snapping back to reality. "You were gone for a while," Chan laughs, quietly. I smile.

"Sorry, I was thinking, and you're right. I'm not a quitter." Chan smiles widers. He looks proud.

"That's my girl."

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When I wake up, Han is looking at me with a questioning expression I don't understand, until I feel Chan moving under the covers behind me.

In my bed.

Shit.

I get up silently, motioning Jisung to go outside, so we can talk while Chan is still snoring.

"What the hell?" He questions, squinting his eyes. I can tell he's upset, but he doesn't want get ahead of his thoughts. "Tell me it's not what it looks like. I thought you didn't return his feelings"

"I don't," I say and take a deep breath. "You know I don't, we've talked about this before, Ji. Its just..." I sigh, walking around, grabbing my hair. "I don't want to hurt him."

"Right, cause sleeping with him and giving him the wrong impression, and then telling him you're not into him, isn't going to hurt or anything. Are you even listening to yourself?"

"I mean because of you sneaking around with Minho and me with Hyunjin. You know he wouldn't understand. I needed to calm him down, but I swear, nothing has happened."

"I don't even understand..." he starts but I cut him off again.

"You don't have to. All you have to do is believe me when I tell you nothings has or will happen between us. You guys are like my brothers. I could never look at you like that. I know I have to clear that out with Chan, but I can't do it right now. We have to give him one less thing to worry about." Understanding seems to light up Jisung's face.

"By making him believe you're with him, so he doesn't supects about your sneaking around every night," he smirks. "You know you're going to break his heart at some point, right? When he wants you to move forward. Whe he gets tires of only inocently cuddling at night in your bed. When he asks for commitment from you and you won't be able to do it. What are you going to do then, huh?" He shakes his head.

"I'll figure something out." It's all I say, rushing to the kitchen to get breakfast ready.

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"I won't apologize, but I will say it won't happen again," I say, looking to the floor. Chan and Jisung next to me.

In front of us are Minho, Hyunjin, and Changbin, with bruises all over his face and neck. I'm not looking at him because I know I'll laugh. He looks ridiculous.

"How can we be sure tho?" Minho asks, "how do we know you're not going to attack him or any of us?"

I roll my eyes, and take a deep breath.

"You have my word. As long as Changbin is no way near me, I can promise I will not hurt any of you or your people," I look straight at Minho's eyes, because I know that if I don't, he won't trust me, and I mean what I'm saying.

"Your word means nothing," Changbin intervenes, "I didn't trust you before, I definitely don't do it now." I hold back my laugh. One, because truly, he looks hilarous. And two, because of his cynicism.

Before I can speak, we hear some people approaching us. Four of Changbin's guys are coming with two people I've never met before but I dam well know who they are. Seungmin and Felix work for Jeongin, the leader of the new surging group. The reason we're joining forces.

"Yang Jeongin would like to talk to you in our territory-" Felix starts but he’s interrupted.

"What territory?" Hyunjin scoffs, "you live mid-way our territories. You're just a bunch of kids playing with something you don't understand."

Seungmin squint his eyes, approaching Hyunjin.

"We live in the mess your groups created. We just want to fix it. That's why so many people has left you to join us. We might be younger than all of you, but we have a clearer view of how to move forward, instead of continue in this misery you've kept us for so long."

He hands a envelope to Hyunjin, and they both turn around, marching back home.

#story #skz #changbin

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msilverstar · 1 year

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Author: abraxas (tumblr name?) Date: 06 May 2022 Chapters: 23/23, Words: 67,350 Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Hawkeye (TV 2021), Captain America (Movies), Black Widow (Movie 2021), Black Panther (2018) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, Sam Wilson & Sarah Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sarah Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sarah Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & AJ Wilson & Cass Wilson & Sam Wilson & Sarah Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes & Yelena Belova & Sam Wilson, Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Shuri (Marvel), Ayo (Marvel), Cass Wilson, AJ Wilson, Kate Bishop, Alexei Shostakov | Alexi Shostakov Additional Tags: Friendship, Developing Friendships, Angst, Some Humor, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, No Plot/Plotless, Non-Linear Narrative, Brother-Sister Relationships, Team as Family, Childhood Friends, Young Bucky and Skinny Steve, Family Feels, Developing Relationship, Sarah and Bucky eventually, Slow Burn Summary:

A non-linear, non-plot series of snapshots. Sam-and-Bucky-centric.

Bookmarker's Notes:

Sweet friendship fic with lots of ensemble and team scenes

#Sam & Bucky #Bucky & Sam #post-Avengers teamfic #frienship fic rec #fanfic rec

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tomhiddleston-army · 3 years

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#chris evans #sebastian stan #disney #marvel #stan lee #frienship #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #winter soldier #steve rogers #captain america #what if #captain carter #avengers

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dinasaurconspiranoic · 2 years

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#frienship #besties #best friends #jessica #Jessica Jones #aka jessica jones #Daredevil #save jessica jones #save daredevil #the defenders #defenders #defenders quotes #marvel #Avengers #Matt Murdock #bffs

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xpeterstarkx · 2 years

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headcanon: yelena & tony would be besties.

no but hear me out. at first, yelena wouldn’t be too sure about tony (even if nat says he’s a good guy). then, she would start to analyze him as the ex-assassin/spy that she is. she would soon get the same understanding for him that nat has since they’re both good at reading ppl.

after that, she would poke fun at him & tease him, & tony would start to do that too because that’s what tony does with ppl he’s close to. they would create a secret handshake, they would act like they hate one another (& others would believe the act).

but deep down they care about each other a lot (sort of like a sibling relationship). they would be protective over each other & fight anyone who dared hurt the other.

& that’s all i have to say about that.

#marvel #the avengers #iron man #tony stark #yelena belova #black widow #headcanon #marvel headcanons #marvel headcanon #friendship headcanons #frienship #yelena belova and tony stark #yelena belova and tony stark friendship #mcu #marvel cinematic universe

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sodelusionwizard · 4 years

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Upper agent from a Hydra facility, talking to the new agents: From ALL the places you can ever go, we just forbid you from going to ONE place: anywhere between Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.

New agent 1: Why, sir?

Upper agent: We tried once.

New agent 2: And what happened?

Upper agent: Tragedy.

#marvel #mcu #avengers #hydra #incorrect avengers #incorrect avengers quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #winter soldier #white wolf #stucky #stucky frienship #however you want to see their relationship

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skylarmoon71 · 2 years

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Loki Laufeyson (Marvel)- Chapter 16

That afternoon rolled around and they still hadn't gotten back yet. You couldn't stop thinking about it. Your mind always had a way of jumping to the worst case scenario. It wasn't like they were kids either, they could handle their own. All seemed fine until you heard Tony's panicked voice over a com.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. I need you to activate Mark IV, V and VI immediately. Send them to my coordinates!!"

"Right away Sir."

Standing out of your spot on the couch, Loki rose too.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"No idea, but I don't like it. " You could hear what sounded like rockets taking off from the roof, most likely the suits he just requested.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. what's going on, are they in trouble."

"Negative. The Avengers are securing passengers away from the tsunami that has struck Los Angeles. Evacuation is in process. "

"Evacuation." This must have been bad then.

"Can you show me?"

"I've been instructed by Mr. Stark that all is well. Visuals are not necessary." You frown. So not only were they all out risking their lives, he was still treating you like some kid in the trauma ward.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. Tony asked you to assist me in any way you can, right?"

"Yes."

"Then show me what's going on, please." The somber sound of your tone must have struck some nerve, because the tv screen in that room turns on.

The headlines make your stomach churn. The reporter is in a helicopter, doing their best to get a visual.

"Chaos in LA."

It's bold at the bottom of the screen.

"I think, yes it is Tony Stark!!"

The relief is clear on the woman's face. The camera zooms in, and you can see him holding up a pole that had almost fallen into the water where some civilians had been scrambling away the best they could. With all the debris they were holding unto sunk cars and broken trees.

"Mr. Stark, I apologize. Ms. Godfrey insisted."

Another screen pulls up, and there's an image of Tony's face. She'd pulled up his feed too.

"(Y/N)!" How's your day going, better than mine's I'm sure." He never misses an opportunity to throw in a quip or two.

"I'm glad you're okay Tony." He laughs.

"Can't get rid of me that easily."

You can only imagine that Wanda, Vision and the others are off somewhere around the area trying to do the same as Tony. Three other suits of armor appear, and they start lifting the people out of the water to more stable parts. You can feel yourself relaxing just a little. As bad as it was, they were handling it pretty well.

"They'll be okay."

You've been so taken in what's happening you sort of forgot about Loki. The destruction, it isn't new to him. Looking at the fear on those people's faces, he's ashamed. Not just of what his childish actions have done, but also the pain he caused. Before he'd only ever cared for himself and his goals.

A throne. That's what he'd been after since he was just a child. Now, his view has expanded. He never saw himself capable of caring for the wellbeing of others, much less midgardians. But he has, does. Seeing those scared people, he can't help but picture you, trapped under a building screaming for help because of what he'd done. That trauma that you carried around was all because of him.

The blaring red alarms pop up and you can see the way Tony eyes shift reading the warning.

"Tony, another wave is coming!!" Steve voices fills in over the com.

Once everyone is cleared out of the water, he drops the pole, turning around in the air.

"How long do we have?"

"Approximately three minutes before high current reaches beach pierre. Is there a plan of action sir?" Tony couldn't formulate one where he could save all the people below. As the wave got closer he could see the panic clear on their faces. They were already screaming for help. He was at the south side, Wanda at the East and Steve on the West. Steve and Natasha were working through Triage from the areas the water had already lowered to an extent.

How was he supposed to choose between who lived and died? He could hold maybe twelve people at most with his suits. There were at least thirty in this section alone.

"TONY!!"

Your scream made him bite down on his cheek. This was the part of his job he hated the most.

From your view of the screen, you could feel the terror of the situation build up. Some of these people weren't going to make it. The water was coming in fast, way more than Tony could handle.

Someone's sister, brother, husband or wife would not make it home.

This scene breathes a memory, one you'd tried so desperately to forget.

"Is anybody there! P-Please..HELP ME PLEASE!!! I'M DOWN HERE!!

"HELP!!"

"PLEASE CAN ANYONE HEAR ME!!"

"I'M STILL ALIVE!!"

"I'm down here..."

"Someone...anyone..."

Loki could see the present change in your expression, as well as what was about to happen. He couldn't shield you from it. Neither could Tony.

"(Y/N), that's enough, turn it off."

At least he could save you the horror of watching their deaths. You didn't respond, and for a brief moment he wondered if you were just in shock. But that wasn't it. Your head was lowered, and you were still standing upright, but you looked pretty much dead.

"(Y/N)!!" He grabbed either side of your shoulder frantically, but you didn't react, or budge. Your eyes were closed, but you were still breathing.

"(Y/N)..."

Tony's mutter confused him. Loki turned, astonished. You were on the screen. In Los Angeles, at the very pier.

Logically it made no sense. Your body was right in front of him. Then why were you in another state, hovering, maybe flying. He could see the familiar sapphire of your orbs.

"Are you getting this!!"

The news anchor was just as surprised, but the cameraman never stopped filming.

Raising your hands, the screams increased, and right before it could even get close, the water halted, as if blocked by a wall. Tony froze, unsure of what was real anymore. You were holding the current off. At least that's what he thought, but a loud rumble echoed throughout the air. He briefly thought Thor would appear, but that didn't happen, the water kept rushing forward, building up until it evaporated. All he heard was sizzling, smoke filling his vision. Clearly he wasn't the only one who didn't understand what happened right in front of him.

"Wave averted." F.R.I.D.A.Y. reported.

Your body that was once hovering off the ground was gone, the people below cheering.

The second your image disappeared off the screen, Loki looked back. Your eyes opened for a fleeting second and you smiled at him, right before your eyes rolled back and you collapsed. Loki grabbed your body, screaming for you, but no reply came.

Not one.

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millywidow · 2 years

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Naughty List (Day 9)

Title ~ Naughty List

Prompt ~ 'This looks like the work of a three-year-old. What have you done?'

Ship ~ N/A

Characters ~ Tony Stark; Natasha Romanoff; Clint Barton; Steve Rogers;

Warnings ~ Alcohol consumption

FC - 1

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The tower was abnormally empty. Well, it wasn't empty, but there were a few notable absences.

Clint and Steve were on a small avengers mission. It was mostly recon and observation, just making sure a small threat wouldn't turn into a big one. Their roles as Avengers weren't just to fight bad guys, it was also to prevent the fight in the first place.

Bruce was helping out an old scientist friend in his lab. The Avenger had been excited when his friend had reached out to him for guidance. Most of his old friends tended to avoid him since the accident, but alas, this one didn't.

Thor, like usual, was off-world, saving his planet from opposing threats. None of the team were irritated by the Gods consistent absences, but they did miss him. Heimdall had sent word saying Thor would be coming for Christmas, but you could never be sure that would happen.

So it was only Nat and Tony in the tower, and what a pair they made.

Steve had given them one job; set up the Christmas decorations. It was a simple job, but somehow, the WW2 soldier wasn't sure they were up for the challenge. The team was meant to put up the decorations at the start of December, but shit happens, and the decorations never went up.

Surely, Steve thought - or hoped, the two of them (Natasha and Tony) would be able to put up a few Christmas ornaments and tinsel without getting into too much trouble

…Boy was he wrong

At first, Natasha and Tony had just sat there. Not even moving for at least half an hour after Clint and Steve left.

They just gazed at the countless boxes lying on the floor in front of them.

Neither one wanted to be the first person to reach for the box. Neither one wanted to open pandora's box of red and green junk decorations.

They hoped that if they sat there in denial long enough, then maybe they wouldn't have to set up the adornments. In a small section of their mind, they hoped that maybe someone else would come along and do it for them.

Everybody liked Christmas, but no one likes putting up the decorations. The hassle and tangle of tinsel was enough to put someone off it entirely.

So they just sat

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It's Tony who comes up with the idea. Of fucking course it's Tony. Who else would think that an 'innocent' shot of 120 proof vodka would help with productivity? *Insert dramatic eye-roll*

He stands, finally, and strolls over to the extensive cabinet of alcohol.

The genius plucks out two of his finest glasses, patterned with beautiful engravings. They make a loud slithering noise as they slid across the marble bench.

The heavenly liquid sloshes inside the glass as he pours. He had obviously done this many times before because not one drop of the drink spilled out.

Natasha watches on in avid attention - watching the billionaire pour her favourite drink was much more appealing than the boxes of work they had to do.

The small voice in her head told her that they should just get it over and done with. Work now, play later. That's how the saying goes, right?

But for once, she chose not to listen to that pesky, annoying voice. Instead, she chose to accept the cup of amber liquid.

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As the night went on, they had more and more to drink, and - unsurprisingly - the decorations were left untouched. Wow, who would have thought heavy vodka would be a distraction? ;)

At one point during the night, they had even forgotten that they had a job to do in the first place. They were more focused on the good company, and the even better refreshments.

It was only when Jarvis politely informed them that Clint and Steve were on their way Hom from the mission that the pair realised their mistake.

With a sudden burst of energy, they scrambled up and there open the plastic boxes. Their drinks were quickly forgotten as the tinsel came out. Then out came the wreaths of many different sizes. Then the elf-on-a-shelf. It all emerged onto the living room floor, waiting to be hung, placed and dangled.

Natasha giggled like actually giggled, as Tony got his foot stuck in a bundle of mistletoe.

It was actually pretty funny. He had expeditiously grabbed another wreath to hang on the door and had walked back straight into the clump of tangled mistletoe. At first, the 'genius' had tried to walk it off, hoping that the annoying plant would just detangle itself. Spoiler alert, that did not happen. The more he walked, the more it infested itself against his leg. Eventually, he could walk no further, as the mistletoe trapped his other leg and he fell onto his face.

Thankfully, the wreath was okay! And the festooning resumed.

Everything was thrown up haphazardly, without care to neatness or accuracy.

All they cared about was getting it done.

Steve had told them to get it done, not get it done well. If he wanted them to be neat, he should have said so. That's what the redhead told herself anyway.

Steve would probably have a stroke if he saw the state of the communal space, with chairs moved to help the short petite assassin reach high spots, and pieces of fallen tinsel literally EVERYWHERE.

The tinsel was cast upon the walls without a pattern or order. The baubles were not evenly spread, just placed in the most convenient spot. The wreaths - a typically easy thing to put up - were hung unevenly across the doors.

Nothing was in the right place, but at least everything was up.

And they even had time to vacuum before Steve got home.

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Clint and Steve didn't normally go on missions together, it was normally Clint + Nat or Steve + Nat. It was never Clint + Steve. A new partnership was always hard to navigate, but the mission had been a success. Well…not a success. The threat turned out to be worse than they imagined. But they got in and out of the building without causing suspicion and they extracted the information that they needed.

Steve thought the mission was a good time to bond with the archer, as they hadn't spent as much time together as they had with other members of their team.

He had thought the plane trips to and from would be awkward, which the first trip was, but the trip back home was the opposite. They talked about their experiences in the army (although Clint had a very different experience the Captain America) and talked about American quirks and eccentrics. Overall it was a good day, Steve thought.

But he was worried about the two Avengers he had left at the tower. Who knew what they would get up to together.

Whatever it was that he expected to have happened was clearly nothing compared to the sight of the communal floor when he walked in.

They had stepped out of the elevator, with little expectations, but were met with an explosion of red and green. Everything was topsy-turvy and helter-skelter (why do I love those words so much?). Except the two other 'adults' in the room. Unlike the chaotic decorations, they were the picture of calm. Sitting on the couch, sipping their drinks. Natasha even had the audacity to throw them an innocent 'We did what you asked' look.

It was Clint who voiced his obvious thoughts.

"This looks like the work of a three-year-old. What have you done?"

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Question of the day - When do your Christmas decorations go up?

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