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[literaryavenger]

Broken - bonus part

Summary: It's been a year since Bucky moved in and now it's his turn to help you, only problem is you won't let him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: No use of Y/N. Language. A lot of fluff. Eating disorder. Angst.

Word Count: 7.8K

A/N: I made this bonus part to explore more about the eating disorder that was hinted in the first couple of chapters. I had plans to incorporated in the story when I was planning on making it longer, but with how it went it didn't feel like there was a place for it. I'd like to thank @ordelixx for giving me the idea for this additional part. Hope you enjoy it, I'm always open to more ideas so feel free to spam in my inbox or messages, know I always appreciate it! also sorry it took me so long to finish this but I started it and then kind of lost inspiration :(

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Masterlist

It’s been a year since Bucky arrived at the tower and about 11 months since his hearing.

As conditioned by his pardon he’s been going to therapy, he’s been training with the team and has been doing more and more missions, on probation, but still he’s been doing better than ever.

Even Tony had to admit that the more time he spent with Bucky the more the super soldier grew on him.

If a few months ago he begrudgingly spent time with the super soldier at your request, if anything to spend time with you too since you’re still inseparable, now Tony actively seeks him out; wanting to study his new vibranium arm, testing his gadgets since he got hurt less easily than the others. Or sometimes simply to talk about things like astronomy after Tony found out about Bucky’s interest in the subject.

They’ve even had a few conversations on Howard and his friendship with the sergeant back in the 40s.

You're proud of all the progress Bucky’s made, and you appreciate the fact that getting more comfortable in the 21st century and becoming more confident didn’t make him pull away from you.

It's a fear you had, that maybe Bucky stuck to you because you were the first person after Steve that made him feel safe, that the more people he got familiar with the more he was gonna pull away from you, not needing you as much anymore.

But, to your delight, Bucky’s still as touchy and clingy towards you as ever, if anything he's grown even more affectionate.

He never lets a day go by without telling you how much he loves you and appreciates you, kissing you any chance he gets and holding you tight every night in the room the two of you have been officially sharing the last few weeks since you’ve all moved to the new Avengers Compound upstate.

You love Bucky’s attention and you’re just as affectionate towards him as he is towards you. Everything was going great.

Until it wasn’t.

You’re on your way to your room, looking forward to seeing Bucky after a full morning of mission reports with Steve and then training with Natasha.

She obviously kicked your ass and you're exhausted, wanting nothing more than to be in his warm embrace for the rest of the day.

Thankfully, it’s friday afternoon and you have no new missions which means your weekend is wide open.

You stop on your tracks when you hear your name being mentioned in a conversation right around the corner.

You recognize one of the voices as Sharon Carter, one of the agents of Shield that lives and works at the compound the Avengers now reside in.

You don’t know why you stop to listen in on the conversation, you’re not really one to eavesdrop, but something about her tone makes your legs refuse to move towards her direction. Which just so happens to be the way towards the Avengers only part of the building.

Your stomach drops when you hear the other girl’s next sentence.

"And can you believe she got Sergeant Barnes to date her?" Sharon groans before answering.

"Of course she did, he was all broken and vulnerable and she was like the first person he met at the tower. He obviously got attached to the first person that was nice to him, otherwise how do you think a girl like her could ever have a chance with him?" she says matter-of-factly. 

"You’re right, I mean he’s probably still with her just out of habit. He’s too nice to hurt her feelings." the other girl says, giggling.

"Exactly." Sharon agrees, laughing with her friend. "I mean, he’d never go for her if he met her today. He’d probably be flirting his way through the actually pretty girls that live around here, like you and me."

You can hear their laughter growing louder as they get closer to where you are frozen on your spot and feel yourself starting to panic.

You can’t face them right now, the only thing on your mind is finding a place to hide in.

You see a door behind you and you sprint to it, reaching it, running inside and closing the door softly in record time. You press your ear up against it and can hear the muffled laughter and some more comments on you and Bucky.

When they’re finally far enough that you can’t hear them, you let yourself relax, pressing your back against the door and looking into the dark closet you’re hiding in while you let their words really sink in, your brain working overtime to make sure you didn’t misheard or misinterpreted anything.

Once you’re sure you indeed heard everything correctly, tears start to form in your eyes.

Is that really what people think? That Bucky’s just with you because he pities you?

You’ve always known Bucky was beautiful, definitely the hottest guy you’ve ever seen in your life, and you’ve always known he was out of your league.

You know you’re by no means thin, but you also don’t consider yourself fat, especially not after all the work that it took you to get to a place where you have a healthy relationship with your body.

Yes, you still have your doubts and insecurities, but that’s just in your head.

Although here you are, hiding in a supply closet, tears streaming down your face, because there are actual people outside of your head that see your flaws too.

One thing is to wonder about this stuff in the middle of the night when you can’t sleep, the voices in your head taking over, but to hear those same thoughts coming out of someone else’s mouth hit you hard.

You don’t even know how long you stay hidden, but at some point you snap out of it and dry your tears, opening the door and making the way to your room.

It feels like only a second passes and then you’re opening the door of yours and Bucky’s room. You make a beeline for the bathroom, barely acknowledging your boyfriend when he greets you as you lock the bathroom door behind you.

Bucky’s eyebrows furrow at your cold shoulder, immediately getting worried. He gets up from the bed and knocks on the door of the bathroom calling out for you. "Everything okay?"

You can hear the concern in his voice and it only makes you feel worse as you find yourself wondering if he’s actually worried or just that good at pretending.

You look at your reflection in the mirror and all of a sudden you feel nauseous but you barely have time to realize it’s not just in your head when you’re suddenly throwing up in the toilet.

Bucky’s more worried than ever as he hears you be sick from the other side of the door. "Doll, I need you to talk to me or I will break down the door."

He knows it may not be the ideal thing to say, but his concern outweighs his rational thinking when you stop making sounds as he still hasn't heard your voice and is worried you might’ve passed out.

"I’m okay." your voice is quiet, but at least you’re conscious. 

"Can you open the door for me, doll?" He can hear you sigh and shuffle a bit, probably getting up. Then he hears the faucet of the sink being turned on as you splash some water on your face.

He’s a little calmer now, patiently waiting for you and he lets out a little breath of relief when he hears the lock click.

You open it reluctantly, trying your best to look normal, but Bucky can see right through you.

"What’s wrong, baby?" he brings his hands to your cheeks and you can’t help but lean into them for a second before you grab his wrists and gently lower his hands, his face more worried than before.

"I’m fine, Bucky." you say, your voice almost emotionless.

"You were just throwing up. You’re not fine." it takes all of him not to reach for you again, not wanting to cross your boundaries.

"It’s nothing. Maybe I’m just sick. I’ll take a shower, it’ll make me feel better." You don’t give him time to respond as you close the door and lock it again, starting the shower.

Bucky feels like he can barely breathe, your behavior making him more worried than he’s been since the 40s and he had to take care of sickly little Steve.

Youìve never acted like this with him, when you were sick or even grumpy from your period you usually became clingy and wanted him around even more than you usually do. But he gives you the benefit of the doubt.

If you were sick this wasn’t the moment to think about himself. He has to take care of you first and he can ask more later you when you're feeling better.

With new resolve he heads towards the kitchen, determined to get everything you might need to make you feel better.

You stay in the shower for over an hour, trying to avoid Bucky as much as you can, but you know you had to get out and face him eventually.

When you come out of the bathroom you find him sitting in the desk chair, the desk full of things you’re pretty sure weren’t there when you entered the room.

Bucky's on his feet and coming towards you in a second, your favorite pair of pajamas in his hand.

"Are you feeling better?" he asks you softly, worry still present on his features.

You can’t bring yourself to look at him, taking the clothes and changing as fast as you can, a small ‘I’m fine’ leaving your lips. 

"What's all of this?" you ask, stepping around him and walking towards the desk.

"Oh, I just brought you some things to make you feel better." He can't help himself as he wraps his arms around you from behind while you look through the things he brought you.

He got you all sorts of pain meds, your favorite snacks and drinks, your heating pad and your favorite comfort book.

You want to cry at the sight, but part of you can't help but doubt Bucky, even with how sweet he’s being.

You snap out of it when you feel Bucky give you a kiss on the shoulder and, suddenly, it all feels fake and it’s too much for you. 

You place your hands on his and move his arms away from you, then start heading towards the bed.

"I’m not hungry. I just want to sleep for a bit." That's all you say as you lay down and turn your back on him, tears threatening to fall down again.

You hear him sigh behind you. Then he moves around and you feel him lay a kiss on your head before he walks out the room shutting the lights on his way, wanting to give you the space you clearly want.

You aren't sure if you're glad you can cry yourself to sleep freely or worried that him walking out solidifies the voices in your head that are telling you that maybe Bucky really doesn’t love you.

When you wake up the next morning Bucky’s arms were wrapped around you from behind.

Usually being in his hold makes you feel safe but right now all you can concentrate on is the feeling of his hands on your belly and how disgusted he would be if he woke up and realized the position you were in, no matter how many times you've been like this.

You slip away from his embrace and go to change into work out clothes. You went to sleep pretty early yesterday so it was still early in the morning when you woke up.

You aren’t expecting to meet anyone yet but, once again, you're proven wrong by the shuffling coming from the kitchen as you make your way to grab a bottle of water.

You approach carefully without making a sound and when you peak around the corner you see Steve, probably back from a morning run, in front of the counter with his back to you and a water bottle in his hand.

You try to move as quietly as possible, even with enhanced hearing your skills have gotten so good you're able to sneak around the super soldiers when needed.

You decide to use the stairs to get to the gym, the door leading to them squeaking lightly. Steve turns around at the sound but seems to decide it was nothing as he shrugs and makes his way to his room.

You’ve been at the gym for a couple of hours, stopping only to grab water from the mini fridge, when the door opens and you hear Bucky’s voice.

"Hey doll, I’ve been looking for you everywhere." His voice sounds genuinely concerned. You have to give him props on his acting skills.

"Yeah, couldn’t sleep." You say without looking at him, barely stopping your punching of the bag in front of you.

"I thought you were sick." he’s slowly getting closer, you’d almost think he was trying to corner a scared animal.

"Clearly I feel better." you shrug, trying to end this conversation as fast as possible.

You feel his hand on your shoulder and finally stop, taking a deep breath before turning to face him.

His face looks more worried than you’ve ever seen it and it almost makes you forget your own concerns about the reality of your relationship.

Almost. 

"Maybe you should go visit Bruce, make sure everything’s okay." his eyes never leave your face and you try your best to hide any emotion but it’s always been too easy for him to read you so you shrug his hand from your shoulder, trying to put a little distance between you.

He looks genuinely hurt, but, again, what would you expect from a trained assassin? Pretending comes as naturally to him as breathing. 

"I’m fine, Bucky." you turn back to the bag and resume your punching. You’re so lost in your own thoughts you don’t even notice him walking out of the gym.

You work out some more before deciding it’s enough and go back to your room, thankful for the first time that Bucky’s not there.

After you shower and change again you find yourself with nothing to do and, for once, you wish you had paperwork to keep you occupied and give you an excuse to avoid everybody.

You grab your purse and make your way out, mumbling something about having errands to run in the city when you come across some people in the living room, basically running out of there so fast you can’t even tell who’s actually there watching tv.

You spend the whole day running around the city, not really having a destination but when the sun starts coming down you decide to head back.

When you enter the living room you can see everyone sitting at the kitchen table.

"Finally, you’re here! We can eat now." Sam shouts happily and you know you can’t escape this.

"Sorry, didn’t realize you were waiting on me." You say quietly while sitting down in the only free chair that’s unfortunately next to Bucky.

"It’s okay, koala bear." Steve smiles from your other side. "Bucky said you weren’t feeling great, so Wanda made your favorite."

You try to look excited while smiling and thanking Wanda as she and Vision place the food on the table. If she notices something is off, she doesn't say anything, just giving you a smile of her own in return.

"Where were you all day?" Tony asks you.

"The city." you simply say, trying to sound as casual as possible while making no attempt to look at him, or make eye contact with anyone else for that matter.

But Tony seems satisfied with your answer, taking your lack of conversation for tiredness and going back to talking to Clint.

You manage to avoid all conversations with nods and hums and you can feel Bucky’s gaze on you almost as it burns but you can’t find it in yourself to look back at him.

When you feel his hand coming to rest on top of yours on the table you feel like something inside you snaps and you get up abruptly, making everybody stop as they give you confused looks.

"Excuse me, I still don’t feel well. I think I’m gonna go to my room and rest." and, without giving anyone the chance to say anything, you walk away.

There’s a second of silence before the team seems to dismiss your behavior as grumpiness from feeling sick, after all the rare times that you do get sick you get very irritable.

Bucky seems to be the only one to notice your untouched food. 

After less than five minutes the door to your room opens and Bucky comes in, finding you sitting on the bed staring at nothing while being clearly lost in your head.

He makes his way to you and kneels down in front of you.

"What’s going on, doll?" He tries his luck again, putting a hand on your knee. He hopes that giving space all day allowed you to come around and now you’ll talk to him.

You prove him wrong by getting up, not even sparing him a glance, and making your way to the closet to try and busy yourself so you won’t have to look at him.

"Nothing." You offer nothing more and Bucky starts getting frustrated with you. 

"What is wrong with you today?" He knows something’s wrong. He knows you better than anyone, and he’s trying to be patient with you but you’ve never acted this cold towards him and it scares him.

"Nothing is wrong." You know you’re pushing it. You know you’re doing nothing to alleviate his worries, but you can’t help the feeling that he’s the one in the wrong.

He’s the one out of line, he’s the one that betrayed your trust and hurt you and toyed with your feelings and lied to you about his own. You had every right to be short with him.

Right?

"Something is obviously wrong, why won’t you just talk to me?!" He almost whines and you roll your eyes, your own unjustified irritation coming out.

"Oh, for the love of God, just give it a rest!" you almost yell, and the surprise you find in yourself is nothing compared to the one on Bucky’s face.

"What?" he’s almost whispering and the hurt in his voice for some reason just infuriates you more.

"Stop treating me like I’m made of glass! Not everyone is as needy as you, you know. I’m a grown ass adult and I don’t need you!" You can’t stop shouting, knowing full well you don’t mean a word you’re saying. But you want to hurt him as much as you’re hurting, as wrong as that is.

"Don’t you think I know that you don’t need me?!" He’s yelling too now, and you know you pushed the right button "I know damn well how strong you are, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still worry about you!"

"I don’t need you to worry about me!"

"Well, that’s too damn bad for you, because I love you and I want you to be okay!" God, even shouting he’s still being nice to you.

"Well, that’s too damn bad for you, because it’s none of your business if I’m okay!" Not the best response, but at this point you honestly have no idea of even control of what’s coming out of your mouth anymore.

"God, why are you being such a child about this?!" Bucky barely understands what’s going on right.

The two of you have never fought before, not so much as an argument, and now here you are in a yelling match that started because he's concerned about you.

"Oh boo freaking hoo, poor Bucky having to deal with a child! If you don’t like me just say so!"

"What the hell are you talking about?!" He’s beyond confused now.

"If you don’t want this," you gesture between the two of you "just leave! Go and find someone you actually like! Don’t stay with me just because you feel like you have to!"

"When did I ever say that? Are you out of your mind?!"

"Yes, I’m crazy! Now just leave me the fuck alone!" you yell at the top of your lungs and Bucky seems to freeze in his spot.

Assuming this is over, you turn around and climb into bed, your back to Bucky once again.

When you hear him sigh and start moving you feel like you’re reliving yesterday, except this time you don’t expect him to kiss you but just leave.

He turns off the lights, but you frown when you don’t hear the door, instead you feel the bed dip behind you. You tense up when Bucky’s arms wrap around you from behind, bringing you closer to him with your back pressed against his chest.

"I will choose you over everyone. Even on the days where we don’t understand each other." He whispers in your ear after a moment of silence and you can’t do anything to stop the tears that start coming out as you feel Bucky holding you tighter without saying another word.

You want to believe him, you really do. But Sharon’s voice in your head is like a net, not allowing you to fall fully into Bucky, not being able to accept that someone like him truly loves you.

So you start spending your days by yourself, avoiding people as much as possible.

Everytime you're in a room with someone all you can think about is how they're probably judging you, making just want to run away and hide.

But isolating yourself does nothing to ease your worries as you now spend all your time overthinking and hating on yourself.

You start pulling away from Bucky too and it's killing him.

You still won't talk to him, everytime you're together you pretend that everything's fine.

You put on a smile he knows is fake, really doing the bare minimum to keep a conversation going and when he touches you he always gets the feeling that you wanted nothing more than to slap his hands away.

But you always try to be discreet as you inch away from him with any excuse that comes to mind.

It's the change in your relationship with Bucky that starts to clue the team in on your behavior.

As much as they have fun giving you shit for it, they all admire your closeness and were happy that you found each other.

So they start paying more attention to you. Everybody can see something's wrong, but if you wouldn’t talk to Bucky about it, really what chance do they have?

It doesn't stop them from worrying though, seeing how you seem to waste away.

You spend too much time in the gym, losing weight at an alarming rate and not getting enough sleep to function, sometimes resulting in you falling asleep during meetings or on the mat at the gym.

But you refuse to let Bruce look at you. You refuse any help really, your temper shorter than ever as you end up snapping at people more often than not.

You try to keep it together, but it's obviously not working. The only thing you manage to do is avoiding meals without anyone noticing.

After weeks on end of this, the team decides to do something to try and cheer you up, taking the opportunity of your birthday coming up.

Steve manages to convince Tony to have a small party, just the team and agents of Shield, instead of one of his big parties full of strangers.

They're careful when they approach you with the subject, having taken to walking on eggshells around you. You can’t help feeling bad for the way you’ve been treating them, so you decide to be cool about the party, even knowing deep down you’ll regret it.

Natasha and Wanda offer to go shopping with you for a new dress for the occasion, but you decline their invitation.

You know they're trying to be nice, but just the thought of going from store to store, seeing all those beautiful, skinny women trying on pretty dresses you’d never be able to fit into, together with the two gorgeous redheads, it sounds like hell to you.

Which is why you ask the team to have a more informal dress code than usual, allowing you to dress as comfortable as you can be at the moment with loose fitting pants and a large hoodie.

You arrive at the party in the ballroom of the compound that Tony just had to have and are thankful to see everyone dress casually, most of the girls not even wearing dresses.

But you still try not to linger too long on their looks, not wanting to feel worse than you already do about your own appearance.

Arms wrap around your body and you hear Bucky wish you a happy birthday.

You give him a few seconds before you wiggle away from the embrace and turn around. You give Bucky your best fake smile and thank him before kissing him quickly on the cheek and walking away towards the bar to get some water.

You don't need to be getting drunk and throwing up more than you already do every time your stomach forces you to eat anything.

You spend the whole night going from person to person, trying not to talk to anyone too long and making sure to always keep moving to avoid too many questions.

You know it's only a matter of time before they start coming. Even Fury is present, worried about you ever since he had to take you off missions for passing out on the field.

Soon came the moment you’d been dreading most: Wanda comes toward you with your favorite cake with candles lit and everybody starts singing.

You know that with being the center of attention you won't be able to get away with not eating and the team would piece things together if you try, having already gone through this years ago.

Honestly, you're a little disappointed nobody had figured it out yet, but not entirely surprised as you told yourself everyone just didn’t care enough.

And why should they when you look the way you do?

Everyone cheers as you blow on the candles, fake smile still going strong. The cake is cut and everyone is enjoying Wanda’s culinary talent. You even manage to eat yours and keep it down without looking disgusted with yourself.

Everything was going great.

You're behind the bar now taking another water bottle from the mini fridge when you accidentally knock over a glass full of straws that was thankfully made of plastic so it didn’t break.

While you're picking up straws you hear footsteps getting close to the bar that hid your kneeling figure and stop what you're doing when you hear Sharon talking about you. Again.

"And did you see how she’s dressed to her own party? No wonder Bucky’s been staying as far away as possible all night." she's basically whispering, but it's still loud enough for you to hear.

"I know, he’s probably ashamed of her. Wouldn’t surprise me if he dumped her tonight." the two girls giggle the sound seems to snap you out of your trance.

You get up so fast you scare Sharon and the other girl, their startled squeals drawing the attention of the rest of the party as everybody prepares for any danger.

But there is no danger, all everybody can see is two mortified looking agents and you with tears in your eyes that you don't even feel starting to fall.

The whole team is worried sick, everybody getting closer to the bar, but Bucky is the one that's at your side before you can even think about blinking the tears away.

"What’s wrong, baby?" he looks so worried, almost like he himself is about to cry at the mere thought of you being in pain.

But that can't be it, that's not what you're seeing.

He's probably just embarrassed you're being overly emotional for no apparent reason, and that look in his eyes is him getting ready to break up with you right here and now.

At that thought you can literally feel the cake you just ate coming back up and all you can do is run as fast as you could towards the nearest bathroom with a very concerned Bucky running after you after silently agreeing with Steve with a single look that he’ll be the one to check on you.

You make it to the toilet just in time to unload, barely registering two hands taking your hair and holding it away from your face.

You finish vomiting and clean your mouth with some toilet paper before throwing it in and flushing it, shuffling your body backwards until your back hits the tub and you close your eyes while resting your head back against it.

You feel your hair falling back down on your shoulders and can make out the sound of the faucet running for a few seconds before you feel a wet towel gently brushing your cheeks and mouth.

You open your eyes and are met with Bucky kneeling in front of you, seemingly examining every inch of your face to try and understand what’s going on.

Before he can ask you for what felt like the thousandth time though, you can't hold yourself back anymore.

"Please don’t leave me." your voice is weak enough already from all the vomiting and the sobs that start coming in certainly don't help.

Tears start to fall like waterfalls but you don't let any of that stop you from going on. "I know I said I didn’t need you, but I do. I need you so much more than you could ever know."

Bucky wraps his arms around you and he's more than relieved when you don't pull away for the first time in weeks.

Instead, you cling to him as you keep pleading with him not to leave you in between broken sobs while he moves you to sit curling on his lap.

Bucky’s heart breaks for you and he wonders if this was how you felt everytime you comforted him, feeling even more in awe of you now that he knows how hard it was to see the person you love like this.

All he wants is to make you feel better and take away all your pain, but he had no idea how.

When you show no signs of calming down after several minutes he decides to try to talk you down, hoping not to make things worse.

"Doll, I need you to calm down." he tries to pull away just enough to look you in the eyes, but you just hug him tighter, almost terrified that he's just gonna get up and leave forever if you let go and you start getting more agitated by the second. 

!Baby, please try to take deep breaths." he's trying really hard not to panic himself now. "I’m not leaving, I promise. I’m staying right here with you, but you need to calm down, please."

Maybe it's because he's basically begging you, maybe it's because of the panic and concern you think you can hear in his voice or maybe it's his grip getting impossibly tight on you that grounds you, but your brain seems to clear just enough to give your body the command and you start trying to take deep breaths.

When you loosen your hold on Bucky he grabs one of your hands and puts it on his chest right over his heart, the steady beating giving you something to concentrate on as you try your best to copy his breathing. 

It takes a few more minutes but you calm down, tears still falling silently down your cheeks while Bucky rubs your back with his metal hand, his other warm hand still over yours on his chest.

"I’m sorry I’m such a mess…" Your voice sounds foreign to your own ears, quiet, full of sadness and desperation.

This isn’t you.

This isn’t the confident, strong woman that kicked ass and defended Bucky even to your own family from day one.

What happened to you?

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky's asking himself the same question.

What happened to the sweet, bright girl that offered him a hug after five seconds of knowing him? The girl that calmed him down from a panic attack and kept him company through the night even after knowing about his past?

The girl that let him hang onto her like a koala and allowed him to let it all out? The girl that was patient with him, understanding and never once judged him, no matter how broken she’d seen him?

He really can't think of anything that could've happened to break you this much, to bring you to basically have a meltdown on a bathroom floor.

But whatever it was he needs to know now, and he's more determined than ever to find out.

"Doll, you’re not a mess. You’re hurting, I can see it. We all can. And I know you’re strong, but everybody needs help once in a while. Whatever’s been happening, you don’t have to go through it alone. Just like you didn’t let me go through anything alone. You were always there for me, you’re always there for everybody." he pauses and you take the moment to spiral further.

This is the only reason why he’s still with you. You were there for him, you cared and comforted him. So he feels the need to stay with you because Bucky’s loyal, no matter what his feelings actually are.

But he’s gonna fall in love one day with someone, and what is that gonna mean for you? He’s gonna leave you to be with the person he actually wants, loyalty or not. Your fall down the rabbit hole is stopped by Bucky’s voice.

"Please let me be there for you. This is killing me, watching you do this to yourself. Please tell me what’s going on, baby, because you’re scaring me so fucking much. Please." he finishes in a whisper.

Before you can even properly process his words, you feel a tear that's not yours fall on your cheek, making your eyes widen and you look up to see Bucky already looking down at you with tears rolling down his cheeks.

Your hand goes up to his face automatically and you feel him lean into it. You sit up straighter on his lap, leaning in to rest your forehead against his and closing your eyes while willing yourself to stop the tears long enough so you can talk.

Bucky doesn't push you, finding comfort in your touch after having missed it for what, in his opinion, is too damn long.

"I’m sorry… I just…" you don't even know how to start to explain it.

Bucky can see you're having a hard time finding the words, so he tries to help by saying "You don’t need to rush it, doll. I don’t want to push you to talk about something you clearly don’t want to... But I’ve just been so worried. You’ve been pushing everyone away, and you don’t sleep and stay at the gym until you almost pass out. You think that I don’t hear you throwing up, but I do. And, even with all your oversized clothes, I can see how much weight you’ve been losing. It’s killing me, baby, I hate to see you like this. I just want to know why." he kisses the side of your head and you're on the verge of tears again.

Trying hard to hold them back, you force yourself to speak. "I heard some people talking about me…" you start, your voice still quiet, and you go on to tell him everything.

The conversation you overheard, the insecurities that it brought to the surface, the issues you had in the past and the struggle you’ve been having the last few weeks.

By the end of it Bucky he doesn't know what to feel. He's enraged, worried sick, sad at how miserable you’ve been. Just to name a few.

But more than anything he's heartbroken at how much you’ve been questioning your relationship with him and his love for you. He's devastated to think that everytime he told you how much he loves you, you doubted him and convinced yourself he was lying.

And the worst part is he has no idea how to change your mind.

Is there anything he can say that you won’t doubt? Anything he can do to show you how much you mean to him? Probably not, but he has to try and make you understand.

Your eyes are still closed, not daring to see the disappointment in Bucky’s face.

"Baby, look at me." he says firmly but gently enough to not make you think he was in any way mad at you.

He waits patiently until you look at him which, after taking a deep breath, you do and only then he continues while taking your face in his hands "There are so many things I want to tell you right now... but I’ll start with I love you, doll. I love you so much it actually hurts. Maybe we got close because you were nice and patient with me, but that’s not why I love you. I love you because you’re kind and smart and strong and dedicated. You can kick ass like no one else and you’re still the sweetest person I’ve ever met. And I’m almost 100, I’ve met a lot of people." he smiles when he finally gets you to giggle, the first real laugh he’s heard from you in weeks.

"You’re compassionate and understanding and loyal and beautiful beyond compare. I fell in love with you because of who you are, not what you look like. But that doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re pretty, I think you’re gorgeous and I love your body. I love everything about you. Every. Single. Thing." he punctuates every word with a kiss to each of your cheeks and then your nose, making you giggle more. "You think I’d ever leave you? I could never even consider being with someone else. God, you were never even supposed to mean this much to me! I was never supposed to fall so hard... But you know what? I did and that’s the truth, and that’s what keeps me holding on because it hurts like hell to let you go."

You're obviously in tears, not being able to look away from Bucky’s eyes even if you wanted because of his hold on your face, not that you're trying that hard to get away.

You have no words to describe the way you feel, not even being sure if you fully believe him. The look on his face, though, makes you want to believe. Makes you want to tell all the voices in your head to fuck off until the only one left is Bucky’s saying all the things he just said, over and over again.

But can you really let go of them that easily?

"You don’t have to carry this by yourself, doll." Bucky can see your internal struggle. "Lean on me. Let me help you make this easier."

There's nothing but sincerity in his eyes, he can't possibly be that good of an actor to be faking it, right?

So you decide to trust him.

You trust him with your life, why can’t you believe that he really loves you? 

You can. You do.

You will...

"Okay…" You’re basically whispering, still a little worried he’s just pretending and is gonna rip the rug from under you any second now. "I love you, so much. And I want to believe you love me… but it may take me a little while to accept that completely. I’m sorry…"

"You don’t need to apologize, baby. It doesn’t matter how much time it takes, I’m here for all of it. I want nothing more than to help you feel better, starting with helping you love yourself as much as I love you." he wipes your tears with his thumbs before he gives you a soft kiss on the lips. "And not worrying what jealous, unimportant, random people think of you. You’re beautiful inside AND out, don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise. Not even this." He taps the side of your head.

You wrap your arms around his neck and hug him tightly, neither one of you needing to say more at the moment. After a few minutes like this, you’re both done crying and you let go just enough to look at each other.

"Can we go to our room?" you ask him and he nods, letting you get off his lap and then getting up with you.

He doesn’t let you get too far from him while you go to the sink to try and make yourself look decent as he follows you so closely you might think you’re glued to each other.

Your eyes meet in the mirror and he smiles at you, wrapping his arms around your waist, he gives you a kiss on the shoulder before resting his head on it.

You successfully wash off all the makeup you put on for the party, your efforts now ruined by all the crying.

"You’re so pretty." Bucky tells you, his eyes never leaving yours and you smile a real smile this time, turning your head to give him a kiss on the cheek that makes him smile even more.

You get out of the bathroom and you tense up seeing everybody still at the party, your breath hitching in your throat as embarrassment crawls up on you.

You can see the team’s worried looks and the last thing you want right now is to go through the last 40 minutes all over again, in front of everybody.

You just want to go to your room and cuddle up with Bucky, but the super soldier had other plans.

"Can I have everybody’s attention?" you look at him with a frown, but he simply smiled at you and keeps going once the whole room is looking at you two. "It’s been brought to my attention that some of you have some misconceptions about our relationship."

You didn’t tell Bucky who you heard the conversation from, only that it was two agents just in case he might think it was someone on the team, and it almost looks like he's scanning every agent’s face to try and figure out who it was, but he continues nonetheless.

"I’d just like to make it clear for everyone that not only I love this woman more than life itself, but I, and everyone who knows her for that matter, think she’s the best, most caring person I’ve ever met. Not to mention the most attractive, in my ever so humble opinion." he wraps his metal arm around your waist and brings you closer as your face gets redder, and you can see the team chuckling and grinning at Bucky’s possessiveness and your flustered form. "And it’s also absolutely none of your business what happens in our relationship. But, since you’re all here I might as well give you something real to gossip about."

To say you're confused is an understatement. You turn back to him when Bucky’s arm disappear from around you just in time to see him reach into his back pocket, pulling out a ring box and getting down on one knee.

You hear gasps around the room, your own being muffled by your hand in front of your mouth as your eyes grow wide.

"Bucky..." It's barely a whisper to begin with, your hand almost not letting it escape at all.

"Baby, I meant every single thing I’ve said today. I love you so much. I’ve been carrying this around for a couple of months, looking for the right time to do this. But when you started pushing me away I thought maybe you were changing your mind about me. I was terrified and decided to wait, but I realize now if I had done this when I first wanted to, the last few weeks probably wouldn’t have happened. I could’ve saved you so much pain... I don’t know if this is the right time, but I do know that I’ve been ready for a while and right now I honestly can’t think of a better way to show you just how much you really mean to me. So…" he opens the box to reveal a rose gold ring with one big diamond at the center and two smaller ones on each side of it, then he takes your free hand on his. "Doll, will you marry me?"

He can feel you trembling, tears forming in your eyes once more as the whole room seems to hold their breath.

"Yes!" you're finally able to get out and Bucky feels like he can breathe again, happiness spreading throughout his whole body.

You basically throw yourself on him and he catches you with ease, getting up on his feet while you wraps your legs around his waist like a koala.

There's a chorus of cheers, the team immediately gathering around you to congratulate you both.

It feels like too little time when you finally detach from Bucky as he gently put you on the ground before slipping the ring on your finger and kissing it, his eyes never leaving yours, silently telling you he belongs to you and only you.

You’re about to lean in for a kiss when two strong arms pick you up making you squeal, Steve’s laughter in your ear as he says something about finally having a sister-in-law and making everybody laugh.

After a good 15 minutes of hugs left and right, Bucky intervenes.

"Okay, okay, can you please not smother my future wife?" your heart skips a beat when he says that and you're sure you're smiling like an idiot as he makes his way through the team to get to you.

"You know, he actually asked me for my blessing. I told you he cares very much about you." Tony whispers to you while he passes, giving you one last squeeze and a wink before everybody gives you and Bucky a moment.

He wraps his arms around your waist and finally kisses you.

When you pull away you both have big, goofy grins, never wanting this moment to end.

There's no separating you, and now everybody knows it.

Requested taglist: @aesthetic0cherryblossom @buchi91 @sapphirebarnes

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Does Whatever A Spider Can

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader

Summary: You’ve spent the day with Peter. And picked up some new habits...

A/N: So I have like 9 WIPs and I swear I will get to them but this woke me up at 4 am and I can’t let it go sooooooooo :D

Warnings: DD-LG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, reader is a bit of a daredevil, grumpy totally not jealous Daddy, threat of punishment, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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Bucky knew it was a mistake before they even dropped you off. 

Fury had a mission for him, Steve, and Natasha- one that required both diplomacy and stealth, hence all three of them being called up. It was to be a quick one, so Steve asked Pepper if you could hang out with her and Peter for the day. You were so excited- you had been missing hanging out with your bestie one-on-one and this was the perfect opportunity. You begged Daddy to let you wear your favorite shortalls with your favorite pink shirt, as this was a special occasion. He of course obliged you, but something didn’t hit him right at that- you never wanted to dress up for anything that wasn’t Halloween. 

You were so excited when you got to Tony’s apartment that you barely remembered to say goodbye to your daddies after hurtling yourself at Peter, who caught you in a huge hug. Bucky had to holler goodbye loudly to get you to realize that they were leaving, at which point you detached yourself from your bestie. You ran back to the both of them, giving them big, hard hugs and a sloppy kiss on the cheek. You giggled and raced away with Peter, ready to begin your adventure. 

Bucky was a bit nonplussed at your behavior, but Steve was chuckling. “Looks like the two of them are going to be nice and worn out by the end of the day,” he grinned at Pepper. She laughed once, low. 

“Hopefully, there’s enough caffeine in this apartment for me to keep up with them,” she joked back. “You all be careful, see you tonight.”

The mission went perfectly well, exactly as they’d all hoped. But Bucky couldn’t keep his mind off you. He felt a confusing stab of jealousy remembering your eagerness to spend the day with Peter, but he shut that down immediately. That was ridiculous. He wasn’t jealous. You were HIS baby, you...just were excited, that’s all. You’d be just as excited to see him when he came back. Right? 

And you were. Just not the way he expected. 

They picked you up (literally- Bucky couldn’t stand to not possessively have you in his arms after the entire day) from the Starks. Pepper was happy to report that you’d been an angel all day- you and Peter had come to the table the first time she’d called, eaten your lunches, went down for naps without complaints. Outside of that, the two of you had been in Peter’s playroom all day, giggling and playing and having a grand time. Steve and Bucky thanked Pepper profusely, and after you all said goodbye, headed home. 

Steve rubbed your back and kissed your cheek. “I’m so proud of you for being such a good girl today, angel,” he said, grinning from ear to ear. 

You wiggled in pleasure. “Me and Petey had so much fun today, Papa! We did ALL the things!”

“Yeah? What did you do?”

“ALL the things!”

Steve laughed at your joy, and Bucky bounced you a bit, feeling better having you so near. You turned your attention to him. “Daddy, Petey showed me how he sticks to da walls!!” 

“He did, did he?” Bucky said, a red flag suddenly popping up in his brain. You hadn’t earned your nickname ‘Trouble’ for no reason... 

“Yeah, he’s sooooo good at it. Imma learn to stick to walls too!”

“Yeah, not gonna happen, Trouble. I ain’t letting you within ten feet of some souped-up science spider.”

“I don’t wanna do it like THAT! Silly Daddy.”

“Then how exactly are you planning on sticking to the walls?”

“I gonna ask Unca Tony to make me something to stick to walls!”

“No, you’re not,” Bucky said, suddenly grumpy. He gave Steve an annoyed look when Steve failed to hide a small snort of laughter. Steve immediately tried to smooth his face out, but he couldn’t quite get one corner of his mouth to turn down. He looked back at you with his best Daddy Eye. “You could get hurt, and you know that’s against the rules.”

“But Petey doesn’t get hurt! And I watcheded him fall lots today. You hafta fall on the SOFT things so you don’t get hurt,” you explained patiently, thinking that Daddy just simply didn’t understand how it all worked. You were more than happy to educate him. 

Bucky just sighed. Hopefully, once they got you home and got you distracted by your own toys and maybe a bribe or two  that you’d drop it. 

Silly Daddy. 

The second you entered the apartment, they got your shoes off you and your feet hit the floor. You raced into the living room, eager to show them what you learned. Steve didn’t even have time to remind you to not run before you reached your destination. You clambered up onto the big sectional sofa, standing on the cushions. “See?? Watch what I can do!”

“Hey! Get down, right now,” Bucky scolded loudly, but you’d already begun your descent. You flung your body into the soft cushions, giggling madly. You popped your head up, grinning wildly. 

“See? I fall on the SOFT things!” you said triumphantly. You scrambled up and flung yourself down again, laughing like crazy. Suddenly, you felt yourself swooped up into a pair of strong arms. 

“I’m very glad that you learned to fall on soft thing, kitten,” Papa said, nuzzling your nose with his and smiling. “But this is starting to look like when you ran into the sliding glass door. Remember that?”

You blinked up at him innocently. “But Papa, dat was HARD. Dis is SOFT.”

“And you can sometimes get hurt on the soft things, too. You don’t want to get hurt again, do you? We don’t do dangerous things, right?”

“Right, Papa!” you said, eager to please. But you had to add, “But dis doesn’t hurt?” You were confused as to why this was maybe dangerous.

“Tell you what- we can make a pillow pile later and fall into that together. That way, Daddy and Papa can make sure you don’t get hurt and we can all play together. Does that sound good?”

“Yeah! Is good!!”

“Okay then. So no more falling into the couch cushions right now. Got it?”

“Got it, Papa!” 

“Good girl. I’m going to go shower, why don’t you tell Daddy about the rest of your time with Peter today?” Steve said, failing to hide his grin at the increasingly grumpy look on Bucky’s face as he watched the two of you. He knew Bucky would rather keep you from flinging yourself around altogether, but the odds of you not doing that were now slim to none. At least this way, they had a measure of control over it. Steve pecked Bucky on the mouth cheekily as he passed you to him and got a grunt in return. He laughed as he made his way to the shower. 

Bucky sat down on the sofa to cuddle you into his lap. You stayed for exactly three seconds before wiggling away and standing up on the couch again. “Hey! What did Papa just say?” he scolded again, hands darting out to hold you in place. 

“He said no falling,” you replied innocently. “I not gonna fall, Daddy.”

“You might if you stand on the couch cushions. Don’t do it again.”

“But-”

“I said no. No climbing, no falling, no...flinging. Got it?”

“But what about da pillows later?”

“That’s later. Right now, just...don’t. No climbing. None.”

“You no fun,” you pouted, plopping down on your bottom, adorable consternation on your face. Before Bucky could figure out a way to prove that he was fun- he was Sergeant Daddy, after all- his phone rang. Out of pure annoyance, he stood up and answered it. “What?” he snarled into it, turning his back to you so you wouldn’t get upset at his tone. 

You took this opportunity to crawl up onto the top of the sofa, like you’d watched Petey do to the walls today, just because you simply could not sit still. You crawled along the area that was against the wall and turned the corner to the part that was separating the living room from the dining room, moving stealthily like a superhero. You felt so awesome and it was so much fun! Until your left hand slipped. 

You let out a squeak of surprise as you fell, bracing yourself for the impact. But it never came. 

A silver hand shot out over the back of the couch, snatching the back straps of your shortalls when you were a mere two inches above the ground. You felt yourself being lifted up, up, up, until you were nose to nose with a very displeased looking Daddy. You smiled at him and waved happily. 

“I’m going to have to call you back,” he growled into the phone, then tossed it on the couch. He kept you dangling in the air with the stern look on his face. “What did I just tell you not thirty seconds ago?” he said, his tone indicating that he was not to be messed with right now. That sobered you up in an instant. 

“No climbing on the sofa,” you replied meekly from your mid-air position.  

“So you wanna give me a reason why you deliberately disobeyed me the moment my back was turned?”

“I didn’t, Daddy!”

“Excuse me?!”

“I didn’t climb on the sofa!”

“Oh really? Now you’re gonna try to lie about it?”

“No! Not lying! I didn’t climb on it. I crawled on it.” You smiled sweetly at him, tilting your head in that adorable way that he couldn’t resist. 

Bucky’s face morphed from furious to resigned in an instant. You were well and truly nicknamed. “Trouble,” he said wearily, still holding you aloft. “How about you just TELL me what you and Peter did today? If you keep trying to demonstrate it, you’re gonna give me heart failure.”

“Okay, Daddy! Can I sit in your lap and tell you all the things?” 

Bucky took comfort in that, trying to hold onto the fact that you wanted to be close to him and tell him everything instead of the ridiculous jealousy that was trying to worm its way in every time you mentioned that little shit Peter’s name. He plopped you down on his lap and cuddled you as you excitedly shared your adventures with him. 

Meanwhile, Steve had stuffed a washcloth in his mouth while in the shower to keep Bucky from hearing him laugh. His grumpy, grumpy love. 

#daddy stucky #daddy!Stucky #daddy stucky x little reader #daddy!stucky x little reader #daddy bucky #daddy!bucky #daddy bucky x little reader #daddy!bucky x little!reader #Daddy Steve #daddy steve rogers #daddy!Steve #daddy!steve rogers #daddy steve x little reader #daddy steve rogers x little reader #daddy!steve rogers x little #daddy!steve x little!reader

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M.I.A. Homelander X Reader X Steve Roger

Title: Missing In action

Pairings: Homelander X Reader, Steve Rogers X Reader, Dark Steve x Reader, Dark Homelander x reader [Crossover]

Summary: You were an avenger, one of the more magic ones. People called your name in excitement and felt safe being around you, then thanos happened… when you weren’t snapped and after a police call you were somewhere else. Now all you know is there is a man with a cap calling himself Homelander calling himself “Americas Hero” and the world is different… is it isn’t so bad though.

I made this is 2022, It’s been sitting in my drafts for that long… so yeah!

[Part One] -> [Part Two]

It was overwhelming at times. Cameras in your face after a mission were you were left battered and bruised, nevertheless you smiled, you gave a proud smile to the reporters reporting. They had risked things coming here did it make your job harder, yes, the helicopters flying around while you try and fly. It added pressure to keep people in the air safe. At least you weren’t Steve, they made him do dumb shit, like that time he was in a Detention video spouting nonesense. You job was only to keep people safe. People may offer you movie rolls but you always decline, you weren’t an actor your a hero. Even if declining meant buying an okay-ish apartment with a broken Landry machine. You weren’t a millionaire, just a lady with the power to say “bang” and a mans head would explode if you wanted to. Even then, you had the option to live in Tony’s tower. Maybe then some random wouldn’t show up ever week looking to kill you. A sigh left your lips as you looked down at the TV, Thanos killed half the population and vanished. That is what’s in the News again. Men lost daughters, mothers lost sons but everybody lost someone. Even so it still stung he wouldn’t pick up your calls, you wanted to shout at him ‘your not dead yet and neither am I! stop ignoring me before one of those things change!’ Missions still came in, unsteady but they did come in.

“Maybe I should get a real job, part time.” You mumbled to yourself while you stared at the TV. Everyone you ever knew had distanced themselves or been snapped, maybe getting out would be good… people have been starting to expect that this is life, ‘maybe thanos was right my gym has been less crowded lately!’ Kinda people, jokes that might not be jokes anymore.

You still think about it, maybe he was right. It was horrible, you know. So many people lost and yet you didn’t lose anyone significant, Bucky of course but you were only just starting to get to know him… Steve maybe but you could still see him, feel him breathe, he didn’t get snapped. He was just distance, like he wished he did get snapped…

Witch hurt…

You didn’t have a family, friends outside of the avengers, hell you never had a boyfriend before Steve. How could you? Caged and trained like a dog, feed needles and pills like food. Given faces and names to quietly kill, you never had your own name till the avengers… Y/N… it was a nice name though. you named yourself off the first person you ever killed, you didn’t know if they would ever have agreed but they were dead… so it didn’t matter.

Steve and therapy, You remembered. Keep breathing don’t think about it. Or maybe it was think about it regret is good? Your therapist had been snapped so it’s been a while. The police called you once in and while about cases. Maybe answering back wouldn’t suck? You were lonely and bored, nothing to do then unsteady mission that lacked any sort of life.

Grabbing your phone you called a man. He was your contact to the police, you could never remember titles or anything like that but he was pretty high up.

“Thank god you called, you use to be so active I was starting to worry you got snapped too.” He joked, people cope with humor, you know that. Still, it irritated you that you and your friends put your life on the line and failed only to be joked about by people who didn’t know anything. Nevertheless, you gritted your teeth and held your tongue. “More and more people are disappearing. We think it may be an aftershock effect of some kind.”

“I doubt it.” You mumbled to yourself, he didn’t hear you and went on about the investigation. A group of people who agreed with Thanos’s ideals has been here and there, left and right. They think a select group talking it too far and hurting or making more people disappear. That sounded more likely, he told you about peoples corpses. Looked like they had been shot with high power lasers, or they’re heads have been smashed in. They had a certain person in custody, maybe if you worked with them you could find a way to undo the snap? That’s what the officer proposed anyway. You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone, you would be their for the interview is what you told them.

You should call Steve. This looked like such an important case, he had to know people were making more people disappear… it could lead to something. He would want to know.

So you did call him. He didn’t answer, instead you were greeted by the all so familiar call after the beep speech. It was nicer then actually speaking to him nowadays, though. “Heya, it’s Steve. Leave a uh… voicemail..? After the beep? Did I do that right?” You’d hear him call to someone in the background, “yeah, other then forgetting what a voicemail was called.” You heard your own distant voice greet you, “Steve you have to-“ you were the last thing you hear as the beep signalled the end of the recorded ‘can’t get to you’ message.

A sigh left you when you realized you’d have to speak now, “Hey Steve, the police called me and they have a case of more disappearing people. A group of Thanos supporters popped up making even more people disappear.” You paused, “I think it’s something you’ll be interested in, might lead to something, heh… listen, I miss you, it’s been so long since we’ve spoken. I… can’t…” your voice trailed off, you breathed in deciding not to do this over a call. “Anyway, call me when you get this. Can’t make it too long.”

That’s right. You couldn’t keep the police waiting… So you grabbed your bag and left. Off to the police station.“Hey, we put the suspect in the interrogation room.” The man spoke, he opened the door to a standard interrogation room. Blue walls, four barely cushioned chairs and a table in the middle closet to a wall. The suspect looked like a regular man. You frowned.

This all felt too… cultish? It made you uncomfortable, the look in his eye. He looked at you like you were a god among men.

#homelander #homelander x reader #steve rogers #captain america x Reader #cross over #avengers endgame #the avengers #the seven #the boys #marvel

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2012 Avengers Tower: a fic rec list

I think we all sometimes yearn for the days when we thought Marvel would let the Avengers be friends who all lived together and fought supervillains in between movie nights.

Though these stories weren't all written or set in 2012 post-Avengers 1 era, but they all feature that team hanging out, having fun, and supporting each other through difficulties.

The list is in chronological order, with fic published from 2012 to 2024.

Amateur Theatrics by galaxysoup (@galaxystew-zombie) (Gen | Teen And Up Audiences | 26,586 words | Published April 01, 2012)

Summary: In which Thor’s primary problem-solving method (a mighty blow from Mjolnir) fails to have the desired effect on a magical artifact, and his secondary method (a mightier blow from Mjolnir) proves to be actively disastrous.

Big in Japan by gunboots (@gunboots) (Loki/Thor, Stucky | Teen And Up Audiences | 6,203 words | Published May 01, 2012)

Summary: Steve hesitantly reaches out and takes the object in Tony’s arms to survey it. 'It' being a pillow upon which was an almost frighteningly accurate illustration of Loki, their on-and-off again nemesis. "I don't--how did you even get this? Who would MAKE this?" Clearly Steve doesn't find the attention-to-detail on Loki's costume as hilarious as Tony does, which whatever. Like he said. Killjoy. A.K.A The one time Tony buys Thor the world's worst souvenir and it somehow worked out in the end anyway.

The rest are below the cut!

Soft Skills by Lady_Ganesh (Gen | Teen And Up Audiences | 4,154 words | Published May 31, 2012)

Summary: "So," Bruce said carefully. "You're saying that your tower became a big target for an alien army, so you're going to rebuild it as an even bigger target?" "Well, when you put it like that, it sounds stupid," Tony said. The team tries to bring Steve Rogers into the 21st Century. It mostly works. As my beta CaptainBlue said: Also I love how you did a fic about Avengers team building and still managed to make it 100% about Cap. You have a gift. This is why I love her. Any remaining mistakes are mine.

Without the Usual Cost of Labor by vain_glorious (Gen | Teen And Up Audiences | 6,387 words | Published June 15, 2012)

Summary: "Someone just reported to SHIELD that whatever was stolen produced “viable offspring,” and we’re hoping that doesn’t mean what we think it does,” Bruce says, evidently deciding to take over for Tony after only one masturbation joke. Also available as a podfic read by blackglass

The Great Avengers Body Swap by vain_glorious (Gen | Teen And Up Audiences | 3,712 words | Published July 23, 2012)

Summary: Loki and the Avengers spend a month in SHIELD's detention cells, because Loki cast a bodyswapping spell against them and got himself with it, too. Also available as a podfic read by blackglass

The Ice in Windless Cold by Isagel (@isagelc) (OT6 | Explicit | 11,883 words | Published August 19, 2012)

Summary: "I dream about the ice," Steve says. "About being in the ice." Also available as a podfic read by susan_voight

Private Bookmark? by storiesfortravellers (Gen | Mature | 2,638 words | Published August 24, 2012)

Summary: The Avengers discover that there are fans who write explicit RPF fic about them. Some of them are very confused. Some are proud. Some don't understand why everyone writes the pairings who aren't together but hardly anyone writes the couple who actually is together. Much silliness ensues. Also available as a podfic read by analise010, AshesandGhost, dapatty, fire_juggler, lorcalon (uniquepov), Opalsong, Weebs813

The Goat's Back by arsenicarcher (Arsenic) (Gen | Mature | 10,155 words | Published November 30, 2012)

Summary: An AU where Steve's essentially a failed experiment, corporal punishment is the predominant form of discipline and team leaders take the punishments for those under them.

Dear Clint Barton (circa age 7) by pollyrepeat (@pollyrepeat) (Gen | Teen And Up Audiences | 4,221 words | Published March 31, 2013)

Summary: The most annoying parts of being de-aged (and then re-aged) are your friends. Also available as a podfic read by RsCreighton (@rosecreighton)

What We Pretend To Be by ifitwasribald (Gen, Bruce Banner/Tony Stark | Explicit | 100,697 words | Published July 14, 2013)

Summary: Good becomes great, bad becomes worse. But people are a hell of a lot more complicated than good and bad. When half of the team is dosed with the super soldier serum, they all have to grapple with their own pasts and futures. But for better or for worse, they’re all in it together.

Speak So We Can Hear Your Heart Beat by Jaune_Chat (@jaune-chat) (Gen, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Jane Foster/Thor | Mature | 15,402 words | Published November 10, 2014)

Summary: The Avengers are rendered mute by Amora the Enchantress. As a search for a cure grows more and more dim every day, the Avengers have to deal with the reality of learning to communicate with each other in a whole different way. Uncertain if they'll be able to fight again, they enlist the help of their friends, and learn some surprising things about each other as they struggle to hold onto their identities as the World's Greatest Heroes.

The Health Benefits of Knitting by Niobium (@niobiumao3) (Gen | General Audiences | 1,179 words | Published January 15, 2015)

Summary: Clint isn't sure what's really relieving Natasha's stress—the knitting, or the part where she foists the horrible results off on other people. Also available as a podfic read by reena_jenkins (@reena-jenkins)

Clint Barton's Guide to Friends and Ceiling Vents by NoliteTimereEos (Gen | Teen And Up Audiences | 6,488 words | Published July 11, 2015)

Summary: In which Clint Barton meets a missing assassin in the vents and somehow becomes friends with him. Things don't go as bad as they could have. Also available as a podfic read by babbling_bedlamite

How to Train Your Superheroes by StuckySituation (Gen | Teen And Up Audiences | 3,150 words | Published March 05, 2019)

Summary: “But of course, no matter how much we practice on schedule, we will need to learn constant vigilance and manage to get our reaction times down to the minimum,” Steve continues and takes the last burger beef from the grill and puts it onto the table next to him. Natasha has a brief millisecond to frown and think “Constant vigilance?”, before Steve kicks the grill so hard that the coals rain on top of the flammable carpet feet away. “What the hell-!?” “STEVE!?” Steve is already sprinting towards the ledge. “First training session started! Wanda, Sam, Tony - someone CATCH ME!” Then he jumps off the Tower. Also available as a podfic read by vassalady (@vassalady)

Do You Remember Being Happy? ('Cause I Sure Don't) by GalaxyThreads (@galaxythreads) (Gen | Teen And Up Audiences | 11,022 words | Published April 25, 2020)

Summary: "Dragr," Thor called them. "Demons" Clint had said. "Thieves" is what Steve labels them as. AKA, the one where Steve is captured by creatures that feed off of happy memories, and the team is left to pick up the pieces. Post-Avengers.

5 Times Steve Dealt with His Team's Sleeping Habits... by The67ImpalaDragonChild (@dragonimpal67) (Gen | Teen And Up Audiences | 29,606 words | Published November 08, 2020)

Summary: ...and one time they dealt with his. Steve didn't think anything of it when he moved into the Avengers tower. He didn't think about how much the people he's living with would affect him. He's thinking about it NOW! Who knew a bunch of super heroes could be so weird about something as basic as the need to sleep?

on the mend by meidui (@meidui) (Gen | General Audiences | 1,438 words | Published February 03, 2024)

Summary: Steve rarely feels this awful after a fight, but then again, he hasn’t been on a solo mission in months.

#marvel fic rec #avengers fic recs

[chloe-skywalker]

Press Complications - Bucky Barnes

Bucky x fem!reader

Warnings: none I don't think

Word count: 837

Summary: Prompts “I think your perfect. Even with all your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.” “I will not apologize for surviving. I lived. O always lived. And I did my fucking best to keep everyone else alive to.”

Masterlist

Avengers Masterlist

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“Where’s everyone?” Bucky asked as he entered the main living area of the Avengers compound. There were a decent amount of people missing.

“Don’t know Buck.” Steve answered with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Pepper said something about the press.” Same spoke from his spot at the breakfast bar, eating a sandwich.

“The press has been after Nat and Y/n for months but last night they called an emergency meeting for the two.” Bruce explained to the confused group. Nat had to leave in the middle of the night to talk so he seemed to be the only one who knew so far.

Before anyone could say anything else Pepper Pots emerged from the elevator.

“Pep?” Steve said as a question, noticing Pepper took notice of the conversation. Hoping she could give them more.

Pepper sighed before comfiring. “He’s right. It was a private meeting between Tony, Nat, Y/n and myself.”

“What happened?” Bucky asked concerned about his new family and the girl he has a crush on.

“The press went public with something about Y/n’s past that were very private and very cruel. I don’t think she slept at all last night.” Pepper told them, further explaining the situation.

“Fucking bastards.” Sam scoffed in digust at the lengths the noisy pricks would go to.

“Langue.” Steve mumbled out not wanting anyone but Sam to hear him and get teased again. He still hasn’t lived down the last time.

“Tony says their back.” Pepper stated looking up from her phone at their friends as they entered the room, exiting the elevator. “How’s it go?”

“The press just gets worse with time.” Natasha stated shaking her head angrily.

Tony sighed, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a drink before standing next to Pepper. “We cleared the air and everything is fine now publicly, but some things said during the press conference to Y/n/n. They were-”

“Uncalled for. Rude. Disrespectful. I could go on.” Nat interrupted, fuming with anger.

“You okay?” Sam asked, looking concerned towards his Y/h/c-ed friend.

“There was this one asshole who wanted me to apologize…” Y/n shook her head shrugging her shoulders up. Letting out a deep breath, before looking at everyone and continuing. “I will not apologize for surviving. I lived. I always live. And I did my fucking best to keep eveyron eelse alive to.”

Y/n hated how just hearing what the reporter had said made her feel. Hearing her past, about the people she couldn’t save. She was trying not to let it show but she didn’t know how much longer she could hold it together.

“You shouldn’t and you don’t.” Pepper stated firmly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll have him fired in a matter of minutes.” Tony stated with a proud dark smirk. He was protective of Y/n, very protective. That asshole was not keeping his job.

“Thanks Tony.” Y/n smiled at the billionaire, finding it a little funny but also appreciating it. “I’m gonna go take a nap, I’m too exhausted from everything.”

She sent a wave and a small smile before heading down the hall to her room. Leaving everyone to their own devices. But Bucky watched her go and kept his eyes on the hallway for a while after. He knew she wasn't as fine as she was showing. Because he knows her.

So after a while of giving her space Bucky headed towards her room, not wanting her to be alone for to long knowing how she was probably feeling. So he waited about 15 minutes before knocking on her bedroom door.

“Hey, doll.” Bucky spoke once she opened the door.

“Bucky.” Y/n smiled at him but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“I just wanted to say.” he shifted on his feet nervously. Bucky had had a crush on her for awhile, and everyone was pretty sure that Y/n felt the same way. But right now he was concerned about how she was feeling emotionally. Bucky knew what she needed to hear right now. “I think your perfect. Even with all your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.”

Y/n’s smile grew, not much but enough for Bucky to know she appreciated his statement. “Thank you Bucky.” She responded blushing.

“Your welcome, Doll.” Bucky replied with a soft smile and tinted cheeks from blushing also.

“You want to come in and watch some movies? I really need a nap but I don’t want to be alone right now. I could put on a movie.” Y/n offered softly, having a crush on him and not knowing exactly if he felt the same she was nervous he’d reject her offer.

“Sure. Of course Y/n/n.” Bucky smiled softly. Once Y/n opened the door wider, letting Bucky enter. Once he took off his shoes the two Avengers with horrible pasts got cozy in her bed. Y/n turned on a movie, it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep with the comfort of Bucky’s presence.

Taglist: @gruffle1 @padawancat97 @starkleila

#bucky #imagines #imagine #x reader #y/n #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes #steve rogers #james buchanan barnes #winter solider #winter soldier #sam wilson #natasha romanoff #tony stark #pepper pots #bruce banner #avengers #avenger imagine #avenger imagines #avengers imagine #avengers x reader #bucky barnes imagine

[skylarinfinity]

*team watch m/n and kate existed space ship with big smile*

tony : *sigh and take pills* i sensing headache incoming.

steve : *put his shield aside and walk toward the ship's* how first space mission guys?

m/n : *excited like a puppy* oh oh oh, we finish the mission easily! we met fury on way the bigger space ship! than we collect so beautiful rock.

kate : *equally excited as m/n* yeah! we give all the mission report to fury because he told to, than met captain marvel she cooler than you and we also drink every drink that the place offer.

wanda : *smile softly at them* that's great, i'm proud of you guys.

bruce : *smile shyly* i need to give you guys some check up but it's better for you two to wash yourself and take some rest first.

*all the team start they doing own things and natasha take m/n to their room*

natasha : *wrap her arms around m/n neck and kiss m/n* i miss you.

m/n : *pull away from the kiss and excitedly sit on the bad than pull natasha to sit on his lap* i brought us new baby!

natasha : *shocked and worry* m/n who's child do you take?!

m/n : *pull sleeping groot from his pocket and give him to natasha* his name groot, captain marvel she the one who give groot to me! she said this little guy need home and love.

m/n : *continue rambling* oh and don't worry about his language, carol give us the translator chips-

natasha : *hug m/n* i love you.

m/n : i love you too... and liho, and charm... and groot.

natasha : *scrunch her nose and giggle* i love you and our babies.

tags : @sonicqaulan

#male reader #incorrect marvel quotes #natasha x male reader #natasha romanoff male reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff incorrect quotes #natasha fluff #male reader marvel #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #avengers incorrect quotes #incorrect mcu quotes #wanda maximoff #kate bishop #tony stark #steve rogers #bruce banner

[imaginedreamwrite]

Flight or fight Friday with HFY scenario. It was the only time the rebels came close in hurting Steve. It wasn't an injury his body had suffered - it was them taking over the palace in order to take hostage the most important person of his - the Queen. It was somewhat a good plan - he was away, the palace was guarded by well-trained soldiers, but their strength doesn't match the strength of an supersoldier. Their attempt failed though - when Steve returned to their place, it was trashed, of course, many of his men died, but Reader did everything right and was safe. She not only was able to hide in special room which is well hidden within palace walls and was build for this kind of emergency, but also took down one rebel - one of the guards reported it to him. He will tell her how proud he is and maybe tease her a bit later once he unlocks the door of safe room

❤️

The shield fell from his hands, its slipped from his fingers just like it had when he fought with Tony. He stepped inside and let it all go, the rebels that crossed the border of your shared home had done a number on the walls, on the doors and windows.

But you, his darling wife and Queen, were all that mattered. His only concern was for your well-being, and while he may have had a gash in his shoulder he only thought of you. A super soldier was no match for them, even as hurt as he was, and he may have been thrown through the the treacherous wringer but his concern was still for you.

Steve’s heart stopped, his anxiety and panic skyrocketing with every step he took up the straits to get to the panic room. Walls were cracked, holes from gunfire were scattered along the hall, there were shards of broken glass and tattered cloth was thrown about.

“Captain, your wife-“ the door to the panic room was unlocked and opened, you were standing on the other side with a steel baton and wide eyes.

“Sweetheart.”

“He tried to…” your eyes screwed closed, a rebel laying by your feet. “I had to-“

“Y/N,” he used his teeth to rip off his gloves, dropping them to the floor, “its okay, baby.”

“Steve, I was so scared…” you dropped the baton, your hands shaking as you reached for him. “I was…”

“I am so proud of you.” He cupped your cheeks and tilt your head up, gazing deep into your eyes with unhindered adoration. “I am so proud of you, my love.”

“I was scared, I thought you were going to die.” Steve met you concern with reassurance and then rest his forehead against yours.

He breathed deep, filling his lungs with everything you were and then he pressed his lips against your flesh. “I will never, ever leave you.”

[darsynia]

Nearer, My God, to Thee | Stony | Chapter 3

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Written for @zaramel as a part of @tonysbirthdaygala

Summary: Steve Rogers appreciated his unexpected promotion to Fourth Officer-- until it became clear that it was more about being a novelty American-born officer of the White Star Line than it was about his skill at the job. After another frustrating shift attending to First Class, he was rescued by the devilishly handsome Tony Stark, a notoriously brilliant troublemaker annoyed by his own role as the most tempting eligible bachelor on the ship.

Stark suggested a mutually beneficial agreement-- Steve would stand as a duty-borne chaperone to Tony's worst tendencies, thus saving Steve from endless hours of small talk in First Class. As soon as they shook on it, however, both realized their partnership carried much more potential. Length/Warnings: 3,951 words // D/s themes, sexual situations For @the-slumberparty prompt: "I'm the reason you're still alive"

Tags: @chickensarentcheap @linnadhiell @sobeautifullyobsessed @ronearoundblindly

Excerpt: A thought occurred, one that Tony had planted knowingly in his head. Steve didn’t know if he could even do it, and if he did, whether he'd do it right, but if he wanted to try. If he was going to do it at all, it needed to be now, before someone came by and saw them.

Steve moved one hand from where it was clutching Tony’s collar, sliding it along Tony’s arm along with the other, which had shifted away from Tony’s hip. Once both were close to the other man’s wrists, Steve pushed them back against the gate behind them in a sudden movement, catching the decorative twists of metal with his fingers to anchor himself.

Then he lifted his head from the kiss and said sternly, “Finish the sentence.”

Tony’s legs gave out for a few seconds, and Steve caught him with his hips, leading Tony to throw his head back against the gate and let out a deep, satisfied groan.

“This,” he managed, chest heaving. “You are the most pure form of temptation of anyone I’ve ever met, I hope you know that. All the money in the world, and I couldn’t buy you, could I?” 

Chapter Three: Angels to beckon me

Steve left Tony at eleven to report to the bridge. Captain Smith himself was there, and while the signals office sent up a few missives for Smith to look over, overall things were clear and uneventful. When the captain left to enjoy lunch, Lieutenant Wilde took over for him. Wilde liked things quieter than most, so the idle chatter that the rest of them had been engaging in died down.

That chatter had been useful in one important respect; it had helped Steve stay focused on the job at hand, instead of thinking about Tony. The kiss they had shared had been explosive in all respects, particularly the definition that involved the innards of something being violently exposed to great force. He’d very rarely felt so strongly about someone he’d just met. Somehow his skin and sense of duty was keeping him in one piece, but it was a very near thing.

He wanted to kiss Tony again.

He wanted to learn more about those ‘smudged lines.’

Just thinking about that gave Steve a forbidden kind of thrill. Their conversation had shifted to more mundane things after Tony’s imprecation to save the use of his first name, but throughout, there had been an undercurrent of explanation. Howard Stark was controlling and distant, appearing proud of his son around everyone but that son himself. Always, there had been an uncertainty of when Tony’s actions would result in mediocre praise or vehement censure.

In short, Tony had been left with a desire for order, reason, and now as an adult, he sought permission to engage in, as he’d described it, a particular kind of obedience. Steve had worried aloud that his own happy, loving childhood left him without the skills to relate to Tony’s experience in a useful way, but was quickly reassured that wasn’t the case.

“People come at these things from all angles,” Tony had said. He’d even suggested that it was quite possible his own ‘reasoning’ was borne out of a need to explain himself, and that he’d have liked those sorts of things anyway.

Steve had shyly requested a definition of ‘those sorts of things.’

Even standing as he was on the flagship of the White Star Line, looking out across the mighty north sea, Steve still felt like a simple Brooklyn boy when contemplating what Tony had described. He’d never imagined a world of such extremes was possible, much less that they could be enjoyed.

Still, the light in Tony’s eyes as he’d spoken about them had stirred something in Steve. He felt a powerful sense that if this charismatic, fascinating man was going to be involved in something that required him to be vulnerable like that, Steve wanted to be at the other end of it, protecting him. Pleasing him. Being the source of his joyful cries.

“Are you quite well, Rogers?”

Steve started in surprise, but nodded quickly. “My apologies, sir.”

“Not at all,” Wilde said. 

The moment was a wake-up call that those thoughts weren’t appropriate for the workplace. Unfortunately, despite his best efforts, Steve was fixated on Tony. He supposed that made an odd sort of sense, given the words he’d spoken just before he left:

“I’ve spent every waking hour on this ship looking forward to my bridge duty. Today, I wish it were already past, and we could have that time for ourselves. That’s the effect you have on me, Stark.”

The pleased look on Tony’s face still warmed Steve from within. Still, these preoccupations were causing concern and distraction, so he resolved to put Tony Stark from his mind for the rest of his time on the bridge.

That lasted all of twenty minutes.

It began with a knock on the bridge door, which was unusual in itself. Steve moved to answer, only to be confronted with the younger Stark on the other side. Tony was wearing a navy blue pinstripe suit, shades darker than his signature handkerchief.

Propriety demanded that Steve act as officer, not friend. “Mr. Stark, can we be of service in any way?”

The impish man’s lips twitched into a sardonic smile. “I dearly hope so. May I come in?”

“That would be highly irregu--” Steve was interrupted by Tony’s hand on his shoulder as he leaned in to give a jaunty salute to the others in the bridge. “Forgive me, sirs, but I find all of this deeply fascinating. You may know that my father thinks I’m an irredeemable degenerate--”

“By all means, straighten yourself and come in. Should we hit a swell…” Lieutenant Wilde said, a little wild about the eyes, appropriately enough.

“Thank you, good sir,” Tony said graciously, squeezing Steve’s shoulder before letting go. In a strange way, this situation felt different than breakfast had, even though Tony had acted outrageously both times. His lack of petulant disrespect was marked.

Steve wondered if it was meant to be instructive.

“As I was saying, Dear old Dad requested this paragon of duty to keep an eye on me, and I find myself at loose ends. Might I steal him back early?”

The sound of a choir mixed with alarm bells rang out in Steve’s head. Wouldn’t this behavior expose their affinity? Was he meant to object, and prevent such an occurrence?

“Well, Rogers?” Wilde said. He stood between Tony and Steve, his expression hidden from the other man, but as usual, his stoic nature didn’t reveal much.

“Truthfully, sir, I value my bridge time. I wouldn’t want to put you out.”

“I sensed that might be his answer,” Tony said. As Steve watched, confused, his eyes lit up and he clasped his hands in front of himself like a pleased inventor. “What of this: once his shift is complete, could I commission Rogers for a more extensive tour of the ship? I promise you that the Stark name would never find its way onto ships such as these, but I have always wanted to see the engine room of a behemoth like Titanic.” Tony sidled over to Wilde with a conspiratorial expression, speaking quietly as though the others in the bridge weren’t a captive audience. “My status is such that it would likely stress out your crew were I to take such a tour on myself, you see.”

“That sounds reasonable, sir,” Wilde conceded.

“It’s settled then! Best gird yourself with patience, Rogers!” Tony crowed, bounding over to the door and seeing himself out in a bustle of manic energy.

Blinking as though stunned, Wilde said, “That man is certainly exuberant.”

Steve found himself practically speechless. In one smooth move, Tony had secured the two of them the ostensible run of the ship for the rest of the day, while also giving the distinct impression that such a task would be more work for Steve than multiple bridge shifts. He’d also given Steve the chance to express enjoyment in doing his duty in front of someone to whom that would matter, and perhaps be remembered. 

Notwithstanding the dynamics man to man, that was the kind of power Steve wished to wield, in his professional life.

Once Steve was turned loose from his duties and went looking for Tony, he discovered that Stark was deep in a business conversation in the First Class smoking room, along with his father and some other prominent names.

It was impossible not to wonder if Tony had sought out Steve’s company earlier in an attempt to kill two birds with one stone, one of the birds being the chance to avoid that exact meeting. Instead of dwelling on it, he went to check on the status of his laundry in case he would be expected to attend First Class dinner again that evening.

Only one of his roommates was in their quarters when he came back with a crisp white shirt freshly ironed. Steve was arranging it on the hanger when there came a knock on the door.

His roommate called out a greeting, and the door opened. It was Tony, dressed as before.

“Had a bit of an adventure in search of you, which is good, because that meeting was such a bore I may never struggle to sleep for the rest of my life!” he said, slumping against the door frame. “Please say there’s time for that tour before I need to dress for dinner?”

Steve checked his pocketwatch, careful to keep his hand steady. The time was just before four-thirty in the afternoon. “Looks to be. How about we start in the more grimy areas? Gives you a chance to clean up before dinner, make a good impression.”

“Perfect,” Tony said, looking down at his (admittedly still very expensive) suit.

“Best change yours then, Stevie-boy,” the room’s other occupant piped up. “If you get anything on that borrowed uniform, you’ll be finding yourself a stoker, right quick!”

“True,” he said. Inwardly, his heartbeat sped up. There wasn’t anything improper about changing around other men, of course, unless you knew how much one of those other men looked forward to watching, that was. It couldn’t be helped. He decided that Tony would forgive him if Steve avoided catching his eyes during the quick swap-over, and that proved to be a good plan, given the coughing fit Tony started to suffer from, midway.

Tony was subdued through most of their convoluted journey down into the depths of the ship. Steve had opted for his civilian clothes but with his dark navy uniform jacket from years back. It was just enough of a signifier that he belonged where he was going, but didn’t involve getting any of his important articles of clothing dirty-- which was definitely an option. 

Steve snuck a glance at Tony, finally feeling uneasy about the other man’s almost studied silence through the makeshift tour so far. It wasn’t that he seemed disinterested in what Steve was explaining, it was that the impudent spark that often seemed to drive him was missing. Steve showed Tony the signal room, waving to Harold Bride but leaving quickly, as the telegraphist appeared to be quite busy. From there, they passed the sea post office on the way down one more level to the boiler rooms.

Tony seemed more interested there, and his manner was easygoing and charismatic as usual, setting the workmen at ease with jokes and stories. Still, when they’d spent probably far too much time in the space, both sweaty, their skin collecting the ambient grime of the area, Tony fell silent again as they started back up toward more ‘civilized’ spaces. Steve’s instincts about Tony’s demeanor felt almost selfish, conceited, even. Had Tony liked seeing Steve change clothes? Was his mind as consumed with Steve as Steve’s own thoughts had been about him, on the bridge? 

Finally, they came upon an empty corridor, the first since they’d descended so far down. Tony’s hand flew out toward Steve’s chest, grabbing a handful of his shirt and dragging him backwards toward a gated alcove guarding a dis-used set of stairs. Once out of view of the hallway, Tony yanked Steve toward him, and the collision of their bodies made a horribly loud noise against the locked metal gate.

Steve couldn’t begin to care, though, because Tony’s insistent hand was at the back of his neck, and then they were kissing frantically, setting fire to each other with tongue and touch.

“You didn’t hesitate, you couldn’t hesitate. Fuck, Steve, that was--” Tony mouthed against his lips, voice rough. Steve exulted in his own head, loving how affected Tony was, loving how affected it was making him. “In my head we’re already--” Tony added, breaking off to pull Steve closer with strength that made the action all the more exciting. He wanted to hear the rest, but couldn't bear to stop.

A thought occurred, one that Tony had planted knowingly in his head. Steve didn’t know if he could even do it, and if he did, whether he'd do it right, but if he wanted to try. If he was going to do it at all, it needed to be now, before someone came by and saw them.

Steve moved one hand from where it was clutching Tony’s collar, sliding it along Tony’s arm along with the other, which had shifted away from Tony’s hip. Once both were close to the other man’s wrists, Steve pushed them back against the gate behind them in a sudden movement, catching the decorative twists of metal with his fingers to anchor himself.

Then he lifted his head from the kiss and said sternly, “Finish the sentence.”

Tony’s legs gave out for a few seconds, and Steve caught him with his hips, leading Tony to throw his head back against the gate and let out a deep, satisfied groan.

“This,” he managed, chest heaving. “You are the most pure form of temptation of anyone I’ve ever met, I hope you know that. All the money in the world, and I couldn’t buy you, could I?” 

His tone was low, as though it took great effort to be articulate, and Steve sympathized, he really did. Something about Tony’s reaction made him feel both triumphant and conscientious, like giving Tony too much of what he wanted was irresponsible, that it was his job to protect him. That protecting him would be as satisfying as watching Tony come apart under his hands, someday.

“I have to earn you,” Tony whispered.

Steve wanted to feel Tony’s hands on him again. He wanted to keep Tony pinned and kiss him till his legs really did give out-- but was his response really an answer? Something told him this was the charcoal smudge, the boundary push, the crossed line. Whether Tony meant to or not, he was testing him.

“Spell it out, Stark,” Steve said, allowing himself to stroke his thumb along the side of one of Tony’s imprisoned hands. He used Tony’s last name on purpose, and it worked exactly as he’d hoped it would. The tension between them thickened, lengthened, and Tony’s dark brown eyes regarded him with respect and maybe even a little avarice.

“In my head, we’re past the first times. Almost like we know each other by instinct, instead of experience.” Tony rocked his hips, and Steve’s shift of surprise lined them up in just the right way, clothed erection to clothed erection. “You knew just what to say.”

“I pictured what your reaction might be, and I couldn’t resist,” Steve whispered.

In the hallway, a door opened and shut, and they heard footsteps. Immediately, Steve gentled his grip on Tony and stepped back, staying close enough in case he still had trouble with balance. It felt right, even more right when Tony grabbed his hand and, standing behind Steve and mostly out of sight, bent over to kiss the back of it with all the fervor of a fifteenth century knight.

“After dinner, we’re coming back down here, right?” Tony whispered, seconds after the steward piled high with mail bags walked past their alcove without looking over.

“Yes.”

Dinner was interminable. Neither of them dared look at each other much for the first half, until Howard Stark remarked on the occurrence. Tony spent the next twenty minutes regaling their table about a completely imaginary experience the two of them had in the boiler room. It involved a stoker taking offense to something Tony said, and Steve having to use diplomacy to keep the man and his fellow workers from laying their filthy hands on Tony’s favorite white dinner jacket.

Steve was mortified, but had to admit once Tony was done that it had been a compelling story that humanized the stokers as a little twist toward the end of it. Once again, he was impressed by Stark’s ability to take a moment and bend it to his will.

Hours after they excused themselves from the company of Tony’s fellow First Class men, Steve was reminded of the phrase ‘bent to his will.’ By then, Tony had spoken more about what he wanted for the two of them, had explained that it was only from outside that it looked like one man was in total control. That in fact, often times it is the more submissive of the pair who, by virtue of being the one most obviously vulnerable, holds a certain sort of sway over how events unfold.

Most importantly, though, Tony had said he wanted to know where Steve’s boundaries lay, what he liked, what he didn’t like. That had led the two of them where they were now, the forepeak storeroom on E deck, a place no one should bother them so late at night (even so, Steve had locked the door. The sound of a crewmember jingling his keys would give at least a modicum of warning, if they were to be discovered).

Tony’s demeanor changed quite a lot once Steve locked the door. With his big brown eyes he asked to get on his knees and have Steve try out giving him orders, ones angled toward teaching Tony what he liked, what gave him pleasure.

Steve fell back against the back wall and just looked at Tony. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a white shirt, and as Steve tried to remember how to breathe, Tony slowly undid his white tie, letting it fall loosely around his neck. He started forward.

“You’ll get your trousers dirty,” Steve said. He'd probably get everything dirty, down here. This was not a First Class place.

As though he’d hit a wall, Tony spun around, marched back where he came from, and faced Steve again. He re-tied his tie, then squared his shoulders and made eye contact as he untied it again.

Steve felt like he was being filled with desire from the toes up. He’d be completely insane for Tony by the time this mad wanting of him reached his waist, and once his lungs were subsumed, there would be no going back.

“I should make you walk back again just so I can watch you do it,” he muttered. 

Tony’s expression turned decidedly smug, but he kept his slow advance on Steve’s position. The words bent to his will resounded in his head, and then he had it. Steve leaned over and snagged an empty canvas bag, noting quickly that it seemed to be cleaner than the actual floor of the place. He threw it down at his feet.

“You asked me what I like? I like to avoid making extra work for others. Kneel on that.”

Tony’s grin broadened, and he nodded. When he was close enough, he touched his palm to Steve’s chest and used him as leverage to kneel, catching the fingers of that hand on his belt.

Bent to his will. “Undo the buckle.” It wouldn’t take any time at all for him to be fully erect, not with the promise on Tony’s face. Every single American and British swear word crossed Steve’s mind as he held himself up against the wall, watching Tony make short work of his trousers. It wasn’t until he folded the pants fabric back and tugged on Steve’s undergarment that he realized he hadn’t said to. “You sneaky bastard, you’re going to have me objecting to going farther than I instructed, aren’t you?”

Tony lifted an eyebrow. Steve wanted his mouth so badly he almost demanded just that, but those blasted words were a blessing and a curse. Tony was bending them around each other.  

“Undo the first three buttons of your shirt.”

There was no wiping off the smug appreciation on Tony’s face as he obeyed. Steve realized belatedly that he was getting credit for something he hadn’t intended; Tony needed both hands for this. A punishment and a reward.

Suddenly, he couldn’t bear the thought of waiting any longer. That was a punishment and a reward as well, wasn’t it? Tony seemed to enjoy teasing.

“I need your mouth on me, now,” Steve said, only just barely keeping the whine out of his voice.

“Yes,” Tony growled, expertly unleashing him and leaning forward, one large hand steadying himself on Steve’s now bare hip. He took in several inches immediately, drawing back to look up for approval. 

“Very good, continue,” Steve managed in a strangled voice. He kept himself from making further noise only by clenching his hands around anything that wasn’t Tony he could find.

Over the next minutes, Steve dented several boxes as Tony used his hands, tongue, and his throat to completely destroy Steve for anyone else, all while looking up at him with the most expressive brown eyes Steve had ever seen. It was all he could do to issue any instructions at all, and he was beyond the ability to make them sound like he was anything but putty in Tony Stark’s capable, clever hands.

“Tell me to swallow, Steve,” Tony said, using a tone that broke through the pleasure haze. “I want to.”

“Swallow, oh please,” Steve blurted out, already coming.

Tony was sitting back on his heels with his own pants unzipped and bulging when Steve finished remembering who he was, where he was, and who he was with.

“Holy hell, Stark,” he said, catching himself too late to correct to the first name. Tony didn’t look disappointed, though he did look pained. “I forgot to continue with the--” Steve gestured vaguely downward, meaning the commands, the control, any balance of knowing what Tony needed out of the encounter. He didn’t know how to phrase it, given that he’d probably lost about half of his vocabulary in a blaze of glory just now.

“Oh, don’t worry. I learned a lot.” Tony reached up, and Steve helped him to his feet. Before he understood what was happening, Tony was pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaning him with it, before putting his trousers and belt to rights again.

“You don’t have to--” Steve started, but Tony was pulling him into a warm kiss, close-mouthed until Steve himself initiated something deeper. The respect inherent in that was so powerful that Steve reached down to cup Tony outside his clothing.

“Fuck, yes. I like everything. I like you. I want this, yes, yes,” Tony babbled against his lips, angling himself to give Steve more access.

“Everything?” Steve asked, reaching past his waistband for a long stroke.

“E.J. Smith could walk through that door and I would gladly give him a show right now. Your hand, ahhhhh.”

Tony’s enthusiasm was a powerful motivator, and if it weren’t for the fact that he hadn’t fully paid off his new uniform trousers and wouldn’t until they docked in New York, Steve would have dropped to his own knees, canvas bag or not. It had been forever since he’d gotten to touch any cock but his own, and never had he been in intimate contact with someone he cared about as much as he already cared for Tony Stark. Tony was lightning in his hands, vital, vocal, valuable.

Somewhere below them, an alarm went off, but Steve barely heard it. His eyes were shut, arm working, their kiss becoming more and more sloppy as the two of them worked in tandem to send Tony over the edge. 

“Steve, look at me, your eyes, I want to see--” Tony said brokenly. He’d been babbling praise and curses between kisses, hands grabbing at Steve in a way certain to bruise, but Steve did what was asked, locking onto the liquid-brown joy in Tony’s eyes just as he shuddered in Steve's arms.

The very next second, there was a wrenching tremor, as though the ship had struck something and, unable to stop, dragged across it.

Next Chapter...

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akastartatthebeginning asked:💧; @gottagofastpietro​ ( “Do you think they’d be proud of me, now?” )

“Hm?” Tony hummed, stepping into the lab. He lifted his gaze from the reports in his hand and lightly smacked Pietro’s hand away from what he was messing with. “Quit it.” He tossed the file onto the table -- Steve could bitch at him later -- and went back to what he was working on. A second passed before Tony said, “Yeah. Why wouldn’t they be?” He glanced back at the younger man and shrugged. “You were given something shitty to deal with and became a superhero, despite your feelings towards it.” Tony smirked. “I would be. I think they would be, too.”

#c: pietro #[ closed. ] #also proud of this father and son #tw: loss #tw

[heartsandmuses]

2023 fic roundup

happy (belated) new year! 2023 was a tough year for me creatively, so my annual self-rec list is going to be pretty short. still, even though I only posted one ficlet this year, I'm proud of myself for getting something done!

here it is!

AVENGERS TOWER MAGAZINE SPREAD

written for the tony stark bingo spectacular. 300 word article + magazine spread. rated g. steve rogers/tony stark.

Ever since the terrifying and unexpected Battle of New York, questions have arisen about the team dynamics of the newly-formed Avengers. Despite leadership under America’s sweetheart, Steve Rogers, reports have suggested that the team isn’t cooperating with each other nearly as well off the battlefield as on.

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Temptress

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

I NEED REQUESTS. Comment them, send them in, I don't care. You can find my requirements under navigation (at the bottom of this fic)

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It’s been a very long day.

Natasha pushed you to and past your limits today during your morning workout. Steve practically begged you for a running buddy for a solid half hour. Your toast was burnt when it came out of the weird toaster thing Tony swears is the future of carbs, and that wouldn’t have been a big deal if the millionaire hadn’t jokingly started the (incredibly loud) fire alarm. The toaster wasn’t even smoking.

This all occurred before 8 in the morning.

So yeah, your day has been garbage with a side of minor inconveniences. The only way you had gotten through it was by gripping onto the idea of your soft, fluffy bed, complete with the comfiest, most mismatched pajamas you could find. If Loki was there, that’s even better- your boyfriend is the best at making you feel better. He’s always ready to embrace the grumpy little human that you inevitably turn into by the end of a bad day.

Whatever worked, right? And this motivation worked. It got you through the endless meetings (it was professional development week), reports that were filed incorrectly (new recruits), and the sheer idiocy that comes with dealing with life-saving beings/deities/whatever the fuck else.

To get away from the horrific work environment has been your main goal since you stepped foot in your office. That was at 9- it was now 10 hours later, and you are finally accomplishing it. You want to cry. Or feel proud of your accomplishments. Emotions suck.

So there you are, standing in the elevator, the 83 button on the wall lit up. You shift from foot to foot, trying to hold the lump in your throat down as you think of what awaits you. It’s completely quiet except for the occasional thump or ding, but you have no mental power to deal with malfunctioning tech. 

Finally, finally, you get to your floor. Your too-tight shoes click against the floor, an echo with each step ringing throughout the empty corridors. You’d stop to take them off, but you’re so close to your room it seems almost like a dream. Besides, if you stop, you probably won’t start again. Falling asleep on the floor wouldn’t be horrible.

You sigh tiredly as you reach your door. You’re not sleeping on the floor again. That was murder on your neck.

The number lock pings with each number you click on. After wanting to throw the machine across the room with each note, you finally open the door. You practically weep with relief.

The getting ready for bed process is slow tonight. With no Loki yet, you’re accompanied by silence and Friday, but even she’s too much for you right now.

Undressed, redressed, you refuse to take a shower, skincare, hair, and the grand finale, bed. It was absolute hell, but you did it- you got ready for sleep.

You crawl into the heavenly bed, your mind and soul thanking you for the break. The sheets are impossibly soft, the heavy blankets piled on top providing a welcome cocoon, and your pillows are so, so beautiful. As you lay down, it feels like the day’s weight is lifted off your shoulders and chucked out the window.

It doesn’t even take five minutes for you to get into that place between consciousness and sleep. No wonder- you were on your feet for longer than you’ve ever been today. But all that is gone with your eyes fluttering shut.

The door bangs open with the force of a very stressed god.

“Darling, I’ve been looking for you everywhere, I-” Loki cuts himself off.

“What do you need, Loki? I’m tired, I…” Your raspy sleep voice stops, eyes narrowing confusedly as Loki’s eyes run up your body.

After a moment of silence, you squirming with confusion, Loki just standing there in what appears to be shock, the god’s voice travels through the entire room.

“You absolute temptress,” Loki growls as he stalks over to your bed. It takes you a second to process his words- you’re half asleep with huge bags under your eyes, a ratty old AC/DC shirt donned, gray panties that are the least sexy thing you own, and a messy bun that could make any hairdresser suicidal.

It’s safe to say that you’re lost.

“Sorry, what?” You say, your eyes scanning the room. Surely he’s talking to someone else, a goddess who can keep herself from spiraling after work.

“Darling,” Loki says, in a much deeper voice this time. “You cannot just do that and expect me to just walk away and accept it.” he gestures vaguely to your form.

You decide to play along. What do you have to lose, your dignity? Your shame? Pretty sure those are long gone.

“Yes, I apologize. A god like you and I present myself in such an alluring manner, that must be really hard on you.” You sigh, throwing an arm over your eyes in mock horror.

“Exactly, darling,” Loki strides over to the bed and perches on it. His hand lands on your calf, slowly climbing up your legs. “It’s almost like you don’t know me.”

“Again, I apologize, your highness. I did not think this would be attractive to you.” You say. The game is getting old- you just want to go to bed. Though, the exhaustion has faded a tiny bit since Loki came in.

“Did not think, indeed. The fact that you think you are not attractive to me in this- nay, any form is concerning.” The acting is gone now. Loki’s eyes hold the stubbornness of a man dead set on his lover.

“Loki-” You start, pulling your leg away from his hand.

“Hush, darling.”

“Do not hush me.”

“I am sorry. But you are just being ridiculous. You are absolutely stunning, a masterpiece painted by the most talented artist of Asgard.” He certainly has not lost his silver tongue with his time here on Earth.

“The most talented? I’m flattered,” a smile plants itself on your lips. Loki falls into bed with you, the atmosphere in the room becoming a lot more relaxed.

“I shall take you to her one day, darling,” The god promises. He rubs his nose against yours, small giggles escaping you with the domestic action. “You will see how her works encapsulate your beauty.”

You’re too tired to argue, so you snuggle further into your partner’s arms and settle. He wraps his arms tighter around you, quietly laughing at how fast your breathing slows into a gentle pace of sleep. He burrows his head into your hair, inhaling the scent of home.

And there you two stay, waiting until the first rays of dawn to disrupt your rest. For now, you’ll drift off to dreams of home and art, shedding the day’s fatigue and resting in your lover’s arms.

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Imagine the reunion (Part 8)

Masterlist

-When your father was discharged a week after the accident, you walked with him to the town car. A sea of reporters flooded to you both, microphones shoved into your faces as reporters asked a thousand questions. Once he was in the car, you turned towards them, and before you could state that Dr. Strange wanted to ask for privacy during his recovery, a man in a suit asked loudly, “Are you Strange’s mistress?”

“No, I am his daughter, and we ask that during this time you respect both of our privacies and would like to make it very clear that those who fail to do so will be arrested by the NYPD. We will take no further questions at this time.” You stated, before pushing through the crowd and rounding the car, which pulled away towards your old home as soon as your door closed.

-Sam watched in your office, the laptop screen displaying the live coverage as he sat around the mess he created. His eyes watering as you stated you were his daughter, a woman who was familiar to him, but yet so foreign at the same time.

-The car ride was silent, your father’s eyes were just transfixed on his hands as you stared out the window.

-When you arrived home, Strange refused your help, and just locked himself in his office, leaving you mostly alone.

-Communication between you both was very limited, it mostly consisted of you asking if he needed anything, and him refusing, even though 10 minutes later you would bring him whatever he might need. 

-You didn’t know this, but after the video surfaced of you outside of the car, Tony instructed the team that it would probably be best to wait a while before reaching out to you. Everyone looked to Steve to disagree, but he stated, “I agree with Tony, clearly she never wanted anyone to know, and now she has been forced to tell the whole world. We should give her some time to readjust to the situation.”

-After the video of you exclaiming you were Strange’s daughter aired, there was a knock at the door. You peeked through the hole in the door and were met with a familiar face. Swinging the door open you were quick to leap into his arms, burying your head into his shoulder as tears slowly slipped down your cheek, “I missed you.” 

“Me too.” Jonathan replied, his shaking hands slowly wrapped around you as well. 

-He stayed in New York for two weeks, each day you would meet up for coffee, or an outing and discuss life without each other. 

-He was really proud that you took his last name when you went MIA, it made him feel like he really did have an impact on your life.

-You were just happy to see him, and on his last day you both went to different museums around New York, and had a picnic in Central Park. As you sat there enjoying the weather he looked at you, “Do you miss him?”

“Who?”

“Sam.” You had told him all about the man you lived with for years, stating that you thought they would be quick friends.

“Every day.” You replied, “But he is extremely upset, and honestly I don’t blame him.” 

-When you dropped him off at the airport you received a phone call, and answered it immediately, “Yes Tony?”

“I need you to meet me at Blue Bottle.” 

“This isn’t a set up is it?” You asked, your eyebrow raising

“No, just…. meet me there in 30.”

-Upon arriving outside, you were greeted by Tony’s outstretched arms, Happy beside him as you accepted the embrace, before moving your attention to Happy, “Don’t look so excited to see me Hap, I would hate for you to cause a scene.”

“I mean I would be crying for joy right now if I could, but I need to look like, what did you used to call it?”

“A unfeeling, macho man.” You responded before both of you cracked a smile, Tony joining in before directing your attention to the sports car out front, “I already have your coffee in the car.” 

“Is this your way of kidnapping me Tony, cause I don’t think Strange would like you abducting his personal one on one nurse.”

“Trust me, there is nothing more I would rather do.” He answered as you opened the passenger door and climbed into the vehicle. 

-After driving for a while, you arrived at Stark Industries. Your eyebrow raising as Tony parked the car, “So you brought me here to see Pep?”

“I mean we can, but there are some things we need to discuss first.”

-When you enter the conference room, the table was laid out with design plans, all scribbled on and drawn by Tony, “I need your help on some invention plans, and since I was asked by a certain individual to not let you in or around the tower I am forced to bring you here.”

“I mean I don’t blame Sam for asking, but he should have already…”

“Actually, it was Steve who asked me.” Tony interrupted, “Sam hasn’t left your office in weeks.” 

“Oh.” You replied, before turning to all the blueprints.

-You were there for hours, at one point you called Christine to ask her to check in on your father, “I forgot I made plans with a friend, do you mind just stopping in and making sure he doesn’t need a soup or something?” 

-When you were done, Tony sat across from you, as you both looked at one another he stated, “Also I have one more things for you, and I hope you don’t mind.” 

“What?” 

“Happy, can you please bring Calvin in now?” He asked, you had completely forgotten Happy had sat down on one of the couches, and as he left you tilted your head, “Why is your lawyer here?”

“He just needs you to sign a document, that’s all. It states that upon your father’s death I get to legally adopt you as an adult, and that I don’t have to pay you to babysit my future children.” 

“So what you are saying is that I can poison my father and you will pay to erase all the evidence, and then to make up for the fact that you saved me from prison, I have to become your bitch?” 

“Exactly.” He smiled as Happy reentered the room, Calvin behind him. Upon entering he placed a paper before you, and a pen.

“What’s this?” You asked Tony, your eyes meeting his as he exclaimed with a blank expression, “I mean everyone already knows, might as well make it legal.”

-After legally changing your name back, Tony took you up to Pepper’s office, where you immediately ran over to the strawberry blonde and hugged her. The four of you sat in her office for hours and just talked, Pepper filling you in on everything you missed.

-When Tony dropped you off at your car you looked over to him, “This better not be the last time I see you Tony.” 

“It won’t be.” He smiled, “Coffee next Tuesday?” 

“Sure, I have to take Strange to PT, but I can meet here at around 3.” 

“Perfect, I will tell Cap not to schedule any missions, and inform all the bad guys that they have to behave for that day.”

-When you hugged Tony goodbye, you teared up a bit, pulling back you saw him doing the same, “Softie.” You joked before getting out of the car, “Text me and tell me how the laser turns out.” 

“Course kid.” He replied, before pulling away. 

-When you got into your car, you saw a box on your passenger seat, peering inside you pulled out a familiar photo album. Inside were all the pictures you had taken of your life in DC, most had been with Sam. Each page in chronological order. Your finger lightly traced over each memory, tears collecting as you saw pictures of the times you cherished. The last one you had put in there was of you, Sam and Steve the day you moved out, you were all smiling in your empty living room. 

-You noticed there were extra pages, and turned to see new photos, a note was laying on the first page, and when you opened it you smiled at Tony’s handwriting, 

I hope you don’t mind that I hacked your cloud to get some of these pictures. 

-They were all pictures of your time in the tower, some taken out of your phone storage, while others were from surveillance cameras. However there was a majority that were from other people’s phones, like the picture of you and Nat on the beach that Clint took when you all snuck out one day, or you and Thor sitting on the quinjet, both laughing. There was one that you took on Bruce’s phone, both in lab coats as you stuck your tongue out, peace sign fingers up as he looked at the camera, one of the few photos post green guy where he was actually smiling. You and Steve on the bike, a photo you knew Sam had taken, and were sure he didn’t give willingly. 

-All the photos from Sam’s phone you assumed Tony took from his cloud as well, your favorite was one from a party Tony was throwing on Halloween. Both you and Sam had dressed up as Natasha and Banner. You took a picture in your full length mirror before going down, both of you smiling wide at the joke, which was that those two were totally going to start dating soon.

-Tony had several pages littered with photos he had taken, some in the lab, some at parties, one of them he was legit dressed in pajamas, sitting on your couch with you, both eating cereal. You could still hear the cartoons playing. 

-The last page though there was just one photo, you were wearing an emerald green dress, Nat had curled your hair, your face neutral colored, yet the highlight gave you some shimmer. Sam was dressed in an emerald green, velvet tuxedo, which was the reason you had chosen your dress. One hand on your waist, the other held your hand, your spare hand was placed on his shoulder. The dance floor was empty, and by the state of the bar, the party had already ended, yet for some reason you and Sam were still dancing. Both so lost in each other’s eyes that you failed to notice someone take a picture.

-Looking deeper into the box through teary vision, you noticed a few small frames, one was a picture of you, Clint and Nat that Laura had taken when Clint introduced you, one was you and Tony flipping off the camera, one was you and Thor eating half a pop tart, because there was one left, and he refused to eat it, so he stated he was going to split it instead, and the last one was you leaning over the pool table, stick in hand, Steve and Sam behind you waiting for you to take the shot. You laughed at that one though, because whoever took it got evidence of Sam looking at your ass as you lined up to take the shot.

-The box also contained a few items of Stark Industries merchandise, along with your second favorite leather jacket, and one of Sam’s stretched out, Air Force shirts, something you were sure Tony took without Sam knowing.

-When you had dried your tears, you texted Tony, “Thank you. Also next time ask to go in my cloud, I feel violated now.”

-Strange refused to let you or Christine shave his face.

-On the first day he had PT, you looked at the therapist before leaning towards him and stated, “Oh I am definitely not going to like him.” That caused Strange to smile a bit, cause it was almost as though you read his mind.

-  Christine came over every night, and dropped you off his case files, per your request. She would stay and chat for a bit, but ultimately she would leave. As soon as she would leave, you walked to the door of the office, knocked loudly and opened the door to find Strange looking out over the city. You placed the files on the desk and left, The next morning you would collect the completed files and give them to Katherine to deliver to Metro-general.

-After two weeks of this schedule, you heard your father call from the study, your feet carrying you to the noise, upon arriving you found his nose buried in a book, “What, did you forget how to turn a page?”

“Haha very funny.” He replied, as you crossed your arms, “I actually need your help with a patient.”

“Holy shit, someone call the press, THE Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange MD, PHD, needs my help?” You asked, sarcasm apparent in your voice as he rolled his eyes, “Yes now come look at this.”

- You solved it within 17 minutes.

-After that you found yourself helping him more and more with cases. It was an interesting task to perform with him. 

-When your father mentioned going back under the knife for the experimental procedure you looked at him, these were the most words he had spoken since you arrived, all you could ask was, “And if it doesn’t work?”

“It has to, cause I don’t know what I will do if it doesn’t.”

-You were heartbroken when it failed, Strange sat in his bed and stared out the window, until you knocked on the door at 9:00, “Christine dropped off some paperwork, what do you say we give it a go, and prove that Nic isn’t capable of doing our job.”

-Once finished he went off about other procedures that could help, causing you to go into a spiral of researching solutions to the issue that seemed unsolvable.

-Christine pulled you into the hall one evening, not wanting Strange to overhear her, “You have to stop feeding into his delusions.”

“What delusions, all we are doing is…”

“Listen, your father is just lucky to be alive, and I know that it is hard for him to accept that the world doesn’t revolve around…”

“If you just came here to criticize the fact that we aren’t losing hope, then please just drop off the files, and rethink your attitude towards a situation you know nothing about for tomorrow.”

She started to chuckle, before thrusting the small stack, her words meant to be harsh as she stated, “I wonder if [Y/N] Bardot would have just told me the same thing.”

-A month after the accident, you were both sitting in the office, you were across from him at his desk, your nose in a case file. However his voice drew you back to reality, “May I ask you a question?”

“You just did, however proceed.”

“Why don’t you wear makeup anymore?”

“I never wore makeup around you.” Your eyebrow raised as he placed the file down

“Yes you did, when you attended my speech in Washington DC, I believe the year was 2010, you were wearing a royal blue dress, your hair was up in one of those trendy updos, and you had on a pink lipstick. You were seated in the front area, between two men, a younger man in a nice suit, whom I assume is your boyfriend, and an older gentleman.”

“You recognized me?”

“Of course I did, I mean I might have been a shitty father, but I at least know what my own child looks like.”

-You got pissed at the PT worker, stating that this was a waste of time, and was not showing results. He chuckled and said you sounded just like your father.

-You occasionally heard news about the Avengers, your heart slightly breaking. You missed the team, and some members more than others.

-One night while you were reviewing a case, Strange spoke up, “You know I have always been proud of you.”

“Sure do act like it.” You stated, eyes never leaving the page

“I was distant with you cause I wanted you to be strong, I wanted you to learn how to survive on your own...”

“Oh don’t feed me that crap. You were never a very paternal figure, some people aren’t meant to be parents. That doesn’t make you a bad person, just a shit father.”

“Well thanks for making me feel better.”

“Well it is true.” You smiled as he chuckled, marveling at how similar you truly were.

-one evening, when all the cases were complete you looked at Strange, “Why did you hire a private investigator?”

“Because I wanted to make sure that my daughter wasn't wasting her talent.” He stated, his eyes never leaving the case study he was reading on repairing nerve damage in the digits.

“Yet you went on public record and stated you had no desire to hear from me.”

“That is true, because I know what I did, and I respect you enough to understand why you left in the manner you did, and that it was your wish to not have any form of communication with anyone regarding your childhood. I already failed you as a child, so I owed it to you to not fail you as an adult, hence why I never engaged in conversation at the lecture, or questioned your where about when attending Mr. Starks party back in 2014, or why I was removed from the guest list.” 

“You knew I was..”

“The private investigator told me, along with the fact that Shield erased your entire existence.” 

“Wow, you really did your homework.” You replied as he smiled, “It’s my job to.” 

“Thank you.” You whispered, all he did was smile in response. 

-Tony and you met for coffee once or twice a week, Pepper and Happy would sometimes join you, but most times it was just you and Tony joking like you used to in the lab.

-There was one week that Steve and Sam were “on mission” (When Tony told you, you were sure they were following a lead on Bucky), so on your coffee date, Tony announced that he was hosting a party, and you were coming, no objections.

-He sent Happy to your house the day of the party, and when you opened it, all you did was groan, “That man will be the death of me.”

-You peeked into your father’s office, “I’m going out, I will be back later tonight. Do you want me to call…”

“God no, I am a grown man [Y/N], I don’t need Miss Palmer treating me like a child.” He snapped, “Tell Mr. Stark I hope he has a wonderful party, and be safe.” 

“Trust me, there is no one for me to be dangerous with.” 

-Before following Happy out to the town car, you reached into your closet and pulled out a form fitting, backless, black gown that your father bought you years ago,and grabbed your black, and silver heels. Joining Happy in the hall he immediately chuckled, “You are definitely going to be the talk of the party in that dress sweetheart.” 

“If you are saying that while it is on the hanger, you should see it on.” You smiled

-On your way to the tower you texted Christine, and asked if she would check in on your father. She texted you later that night to never ask her to again, stating she could no longer stand the sight of the self obsessed monster both you and he had created. You replied back, “Oh now that the monster can no longer serve you, it is all of a sudden too much for you to handle. I hate to tell you Miss Palmer, but the monster has always been there, you are just pissed that you are no longer the bitch stroking his incredibly large ego.”

-Upon arriving Friday announced your presence to Tony, Nat just happened to be standing there, and at the sound of your name her whole body perked up, “She is in the garage, if you get there quickly you might catch her before they board the elevator.” Tony told her, before looking up to see the empty room. 

-Nat tackles you when the elevator doors opened, your arms wrapping around her as Happy chuckled to himself, “Never leave like that again.” She whispered as she pulled back and took your face in her hands.

“Are you going soft on me Romanoff?” You joked

“In your dreams Strange.” She replied

-You got ready in her room, her face lighting up as you turned in the mirror, “Damn, I wish Wilson was here to see what he gave up.” 

-You kept your mouth shut, taking a deep breath as you tried accepting the fact that Sam would probably never want to be in the same room with you again. Tears brimming your eyes as she stood behind you, and wrapped her arms around you. “Let’s go show the boys why it is us they should be afraid of.” 

-As soon as you walked into the party, Tony’s eyes were on you, he politely excused himself from Rhodey and the group of veterans and approached you and Nat as you descended the stair, however it was Wanda who cut him off.

“You are still alive I see, and yet you have forgotten what a phone is?” Wanda snapped, her frame covered by a short, Crimson dress, and her normal combat boots covered her feet. 

“More like my best friends are always off saving the world, so I never know when to call them to make plans.” You replied as you leaned forward and took her drink, a smile on her face as you took a sip from it, “Now I owe you a drink, so lead me to the bar.” 

-After about an hour of drinking the three of you found yourselves on the dance floor, Vision standing near you as you all danced, sometimes awkwardly trying to join Wanda as you all lifted your drinks. 

-You were not aware but at some point the doors to the stairway opened, revealing a blonde haired, blue eyed, muscular pretty boy, defeat in his eyes as another lead came up empty. Beside him was his other best friend, his eyes hiding brokenness as he looked over the crowd of people. As though it was destined, the lights of the dance floor roamed over the crowd, and Sam’s eyes caught the shimmer of your dress, your drink in the air as you swayed to the beat. His smile involuntarily lifted, his heart rate accelerated as he stared, imagining the once familiar smell of your perfume. He imagined what would happen if he walked up behind you, and asked for a dance, or if he brought you a drink, if you would throw it in his face. Yet all he did was look at Steve, “I think I am gonna turn in after all, gotta get up early tomorrow so I beat you in that foot race.” 

“Keep telling yourself that.” Steve smiled, watching Sam leave, before looking out over the crowd to see the person who scared Sam away from the party. 

-When Tony saw Steve he asked Friday to show him where Wilson was, his screen lighting up and showed Sam in the apartment you once shared, his head in his hand as he sat on the couch. Tony looked up to where you were, a smile slowly forming as he saw Nat twirl you on the floor, a huge smile illuminated your face as you reunited with your friends. Looking at his screen again he turned it off, not regretting for a moment his decision to invite you.

-“Ladies, mind if I cut in?” Steve asked, your body turning to look at his blue eyes, before you raced forward and embraced his broad torso, his arms wrapping around you as he whispered, “Don't worry, he went to bed.” 

-You and Steve ended up spending most of the night together after that, the girls had both went off to their own sections after Steve arrived, leaving you to stand arm and arm with the Dinosaur, as he spoke with many different groups of people.

-At the end of the night, you all sat on the couch together, smiles on your faces as Rhodey told another War Machine story, your head leaned on Tony’s shoulder, “Thank you.” You whispered to him, looking up as Tony took your hand and squeezed it, “No problem kid.”

-Before Steve decided to turn in for the night, he looked towards you, both of you standing behind the bar cleaning, “It was good seeing you Bardot.” 

“You know, you are the only one who called me that tonight.” You whispered

“Sorry, I guess I am…”

“No, it is fine. Honestly…. I miss it.” You replied, “Reminds me of what life was like…”

“He misses you.” Steve cut you off, your heart breaking at the longing desire to just hug him again. 

“So do I.” You replied before walking away from the bar, towards Wanda and Vision, “Now, I am expecting you to meet me at the coffee shop on Wednesday, 3pm sharp.” 

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She replied, before pulling you into a hug. 

Looking to Vision you added, “And if you are not there either I’ll drag you out of this tower myself.”

“Of course Miss Strange.” Vision replied before you turned to Nat, “I would threaten to drag you out as well, but I am genuinely afraid you would murder me.” 

“I would.” She smiled, “I will be there though.” 

-Walking into the elevator your finger ghosted over the button that would take you to your old apartment, every cell in your body wanted to push the up arrow, but against your inner desire, you pushed the button for the garage, and met Happy at the town car, shoes in your hand as you smiled towards him, “Cheese burger time?”

“Course kid.” Happy chuckled as you got into the passenger seat. 

-Steve still stayed in the spare room in Sam’s apartment, he opened the door to see Sam laying on the couch, his fancy shirt disgards, and his fingers gracefully laid on the neck of a tipped over, empty, glass bottle. Steve walked over to the couch, taking the throw blanket you had brought from DC off of your chair, and threw it over him before picking up the bottle. 

-When he woke up Sam smelled the faintest hint of your old detergent, and immediately reached out to grab you, however it was met with empty air, and suddenly the memory of seeing you last night came back.

-When you woke up, your father was sitting at the table, paper laid on the table as you smiled, “You ready for PT later?”

“Absolutely not, seeing how it continues to prove ineffective.” Strange replied, before you turned with your coffee, “Well then tell him.” 

-You sat in the car while your father spoke to the therapist, your mind still trying to figure out how to possibly help your father. Everything seemed to be coming up dead ends and there was only so long that your father’s sanity would hold out. Already he seemed to be going mad at the loss of his purpose, and while he never snapped at you, you had been a witness to him being harsher than normal towards Christine. When he returned to the car, he spoke, “Well the giant waste of time might have just proven useful.”

“How so?”

“Tomorrow I need you to take me to..”

“And if I have plans?”

“Trust me, if this guy is being honest, then you will want to see it,” Strange stated, his eyes meeting yours before continuing, “Besides we will be done well before 3.” 

-That morning you took him to meet Jonathan Pangborn, while on the way to the court your father relayed the words of the physical therapist. As he spoke, all you could think is that this was insane even for him, however you looked towards him, and softly replied, “How do we know…”

“We don’t.” He replied.

-As you opened the door for your father, you pulled his sweatshirt hood up before your own, the sky was grey and the air almost teased you with a promise of rain. The court was in an old building, the concrete was sturdy and provided protection from the elements, meaning the game never had to end. After ascending a single flight of stairs you were greeted with the sounds of an amateur game of basketball, looking through the fence you saw all the men standing, wondering which one was the paraplegic. 

“Jonathan Pangborn, C7-C8 spinal cord injury, complete.” Your father’s voice was strong, all hopes for the future rested in the recovery story of this one man.

“Who are you guys?” He started to ask yet your father continued as though he hadn’t heard him, “Paralyzed from the mid-chest down. Partial paralysis in both hands.”

“I don’t know you,” he started to turn, but your father continued, “I am Stephen Strange. I’m a… I mean I was a neurosurgeon.” Tears slowly started to form as you heard him use the past tense, something he had never done outside of his own head.

“Wait, Strange? Actually I do know you, I came to your office once, and you refused to see me.” Jonathan went from turning away to approaching you both, the fence dividing you as you fought all the urges to mutter “typical”, as you ignored the tears forming, “I never even got past your assistant.”

“You were untreatable.” His statement was delivered as though it was obvious.

“No glory for you in that, right?” He turned away, clearly finished with whatever Strange had to say, and as you quickly approached your father’s side you called, “You came back from a condition that there is no coming back from. Please, I know my father is a giant bag of dicks most times, but we are trying to find our own way back?”

“Really sweetheart, cause you look pretty peachy to…” his words cut short as your father lifted his shaking hands from his pockets, the slight tremors were enough to get Jonathan’s attention, until his friend called, “Pangborn, are you in or you out?” 

-He rose his hand in response, which was clearly not the response his friends wanted, his feet slowly carried him back to you, his eyes fixated on Strange’s hands as he approached the entrance, and looked towards you both, “Alright, here is my story. I’d given up on my body, figured my mind was the only thing I have left, so I should at least try to elevate that. I sat with gurus, and sacred women, strangers carried me to mountaintops to seek counsel with holy men, and finally I found my teacher. My mind was elevated, and my spirit deepened, and somehow…”

“Your body healed.” Strange finished the sentence, both of you staring at this man, as he turned his head to you, as though he intended this message for you rather than your father, “Yes. There were deeper secrets to learn there though, but I didn’t have the strength to receive them. I chose to settle for my miracle and I came back to my home.” 

His head redirected back to Strange, “The place you are looking for is called Kamar-Taj,but the cost there is high.”

“How much?” Strange rebuttaled

“I’m not talking about money. Good luck.” He stated before he finally walked away, leaving you to wonder what the price could be.

-As soon as you both got back into the car, you pulled out your phone, “What are you doing?” 

“Getting us tickets to Kamar-Taj, what does it look like?” 

-After confirming that you were going to be on the next flight, you contacted Tony, Nat and Wanda, demanding a rain check until further notice. 

“Where are you going?” Tony asked

“To go have tea on a mountaintop with my father, try to have a one on one bonding moment.”

-While at the airport, Strange asked, “How did you pay for this?”

“Gee I thought your private investigator would have told you I didn’t spend all the money I took when I left. Guess he wasn’t as good as you thought.”

-Upon landing you received a message from Tony, “What are you doing all the way in Kamar-Taj?”

“Stop tracking my phone Tony.”you texted back before opening the program for controls, and programmed Friday to deny access to your location.

-Upon arriving you and Strange just started wandering around the city, both of you asking as many people as you could if they knew where your answer lied, every no causing you to feel more and more defeated.

-While searching on the holy tour, you couldn’t help but chuckle leaning over to your father you whispered, “I never imagined you on a holy tour?”

-when you got surrounded, you silently cursed yourself for turning locations off, since Tony could have ordered a suit to go save you. You weighed your odds, three against two, no physical money, or valuables to be exchanged for safety.

“Look, guys, we don’t have any money.” Strange’s exhaled

“Your watch.”

“No please that is all I have left.”

“What about my watch, it is just as…”

“Both watches, now.” The Burglar with the long brown hair and beanie commanded. His voice sterner than when he made his demand a moment ago.

-The three men slowly started to close in around you, cornering your father and you against the wall with no hope of an escape. Your hand already starting to fumble with the clasp of your watch as your father stood there, unwilling to give it up.

“Alright” you father stated as you handed it over, his fist collided with the leader who was grasping his watch, you could see the pain contort in his face as he retracted, the other two quickly threw you aside, and began kicking him. All efforts to get them away useless.

-What happened next occurred in a flash, you weren’t even sure yourself if you were seeing reality or a delusion fuel by your current state of hydration or the blistering heat,along with the anxiety linked with the situation.

-while rushing to help Strange rise, the dark forest green robed figure approached you, his eye hidden to you as Strange rose, hands trembling worse than before.

“Are you okay?” Strange whispered to you, genuine concern is his voice as you replied, “Yeah, I am honestly more worried about you.”

“Your old man is just fine.” He whispered as the hooded figure spoke, in his hand your now shattered watch, “You two are looking for Kamar-Taj.”

“Yes, do you know..” you started, as he pushed past, no words spoken between you as you followed, until he started advancing towards a worn building, and your father called, “Really? Sure we got the right place, cause that building over there looks a little more Kamar-Tajey.” 

-As he chuckled, you just looked at your father with wide eyes, in any other situation your father’s lack of a filter would have not even phased you, but for some reason him saying something along those lines in a foreign country to the only man who seemed to know where the hell you wanted to go shocked you. 

-“I once stood in the same place as you and your daughter, and I, too, was disrespectful. So, might I offer you some advice? Forget everything you think you know.” He stated, looking from your father to you, as though he was awaiting some form of a response.

“All right.” Strange muttered out confused, each syllable dragged out before the man in the robes opened the small door of the battered building.

-When your father inquired about the ancient one’s real name, you just gave him the look, which after glancing towards you, he muttered, “Right, forget everything I think I know. Sorry.”

-When you both entered the room, you noticed the lack of decor, most of the room was empty, other than a few coffee table desks, and the book shelves. Other then you two and the man who brought you, there were only three others in the room, a elderly man, reading a book, and two young girls who looked as though they were servants. Upon entering the two servant girls quickly approached you and started trying to remove your outerwear, as your father stuttered out, “Thank you.. for having us.”

As they took your outerwear he whispered to you, “Okay, guess that’s a thing?”

“Can you not question their methods for like five seconds?” You responded back in a hushed whisper as one of the women you assumed to be a servant presented you both with cups, while the other one poured the tea. “Thank you.” You replied to both, as your father once again turned to the elderly man, trying to express gratitude. However as soon as your cup was filled with tea, and the woman had moved to your father’s, the man rose to leave, causing the already stuttering voice of Stephen Strange to fill with confusion.

“You’re very welcome.” The woman replied as she finished pouring your father’s cup, both your eyes meeting hers as she stood before you, “The Ancient one?” Your father asked, looking after the elderly man, as your lips rose in a smirk, whispering quickly, “Is not the old man.”

“Mr. Strange, Miss Strange.” She nodded, before you could greet her, your father rebuttaled, “Doctor actually.”

“Not anymore, I mean that’s why you two are here is it not? You have undergone many procedures, seven if I am not mistaken. How is the tea?”

“It’s good tea.” Strange replied, both of you baffled that she knew that

“Yes, it is, isn’t it.” The Ancient One muttered as she started cleaning a spot for her own tea cup at the desk the elderly man once sat at.

Wasting no time, your father asked, “Did you heal a man named Pangborn? A paralyzed man?”

“In a way.” She answered, the sound of her tea making her quiet response even harder to hear.

“You helped him to walk again?” You asked as she straightened her back, tea in hand, “Yes.”

“How did you correct a complete C7-C8 spinal cord injury?”

“Well that is just it Mr. Strange,” You saw the slight twitch of his face, knowing he wanted to say something again, however she didn’t allow him the opportunity, “I didn’t correct it, the man couldn’t walk, I convinced him that he could.”

“No offense, Ancient One, but are you proposing that Mr. Pangborn’s recovery is just completely psychosomatic?”

“Tell me, When you reattach a severed nerve, is it you who heals it back together, or the body?”

“It’s the cells.”

“And the cells are programmed to put themselves back together in very specific ways.”

“Correct.”

“Well, what if I told you that your own body could be convinced to put itself back together in all sorts of ways?”

“You are talking about cellular regeneration. That’s the bleeding edge of medical technology. Is that why you are working here without a governing medical board?” Your father rambled out all at once, both of you following her every move, and as she turned you added, “Just how experimental is your treatment?”

“Quite.” She forced a smile, and you quickly could see she was hiding something 

“So you figured out a way to reprogram nerve cells to self heal?”

“No Mr. Strange, I simply just know how to reorient the spirit to better heal the body.”

“The spirit to heal the body.” He repeated, your eyes glancing towards his childlike wonder as she simply hummed, “That’s correct.”, before taking a sip of her tea, and moving away from you both to collect a book.

“Ok, all right, so how do we do this? How do we start this procedure?” He asked, turning to be in front of your body as the Ancient One opened the book she collected, and opened it to the bookmarked page. Her eyes fixated on your father’s as she held it there for him to view, as both of your eyes scanned the page bearing a human figure sitting in meditation, “What do neither of you like this map?” She replied after several seconds of silence.

“Oh no, it is an exquisite depiction of the human body, and the method of energy. The only problem is…” you began, however it was your father who cut you off, 

“We’ve seen it before in gift shops.” 

“Ah, well what about this one?” She twirled, her feet landing between you both, her back pressed against the tight space between both you and your father, as she turned the page to a map of Acupuncture.

“Ah acupuncture… how helpful.” He muttered, trying to hold back the urge to be an ass, you could see it in his face. But you could also hear the amusement it was bringing the ancient one, “And what of this one?” 

-The sing song amusement she was getting from your father’s frustrations was what led you to snap at her, “You are acting like these are wonderful new discoveries you are showing us, yet you have just shown a neurosurgeon, and a psychologist a basic MRI scan, and acting as though we have no comprehension of what we are looking at?” 

“Yes, each of these maps were drawn up by an individual who only saw part of the picture, instead of the whole picture.”

“My daughter paid for us both to get one way tickets here, she canceled all her plans with her companions, who she left behind in a life she gave up for me, just so that you could talk to us about healing through beliefs?” 

“You are both just people looking at the world through a keyhole. You’ve both spent your whole lives trying to widen the keyhole, in an effort of expanding your knowledge, of seeing more of the big picture. Yet now you both hear that it can be widened in ways you can not imagine, you reject the possibility.”

“No, I reject it because I don’t not believe in fairy tales about energy and chakras or the power of beliefs, there is no such thing as spirit!” Your father yelled, his body closer to the Ancient One then you were comfortable with. “We are made of matter and nothing more, nothing less. You are just any other tiny momentary speck within an indifferent universe.”

“You think too little of mankind Mr. Strange, perhaps you should be more open minded like the woman who paid the way to get you here.” The Ancient One suggested, tilting her head towards your still frame as you watched the scene unfold.

“Oh you think you can see right through me, don’t you? Well I hate to tell you, but you can’t, but I can see right through you!”

-Before you could react, the Ancient One took hold of your father’s hand and pulled it towards herself, before pulling back and landing her palm between his chest, causing him to begin to fall back, however with a flick of her hand, he was upright again, gasping for air as he panted, “What did you do to me?”

“I pushed your astroform out of your physical form.”

“What did you put in that tea, Psilocybin? LSD?”

“No, it’s just tea, with a bit of honey, besides if I did, wouldn’t the quiet Miss Strange also be reacting such as yourself. Her breathing seems quite regular, and other than slight irritation at the fact that I would push her father as I did, she seems, perfectly normal.”

Your father turned towards you and watched as you looked at him in disbelief, for even he could see the slight frustration in your eyes, but the other than that, you looked just like yourself, as he turned back towards the Ancient One, “What just happened?”

“For a moment, you entered the astral dimension.”

“What is that?” You asked, as your father looked at you with bewilderment as he started to slowly turn over in his head everything she had shared with him, the Ancient One turned her head towards you as she answered, “My darling, it is a place where the soul exists apart from the body.” 

“Why are you doing this to me?” His voice Abrasive as he drew her attention back towards him.

“Simple, to make you expand your keyhole Mr. Strange.” She replied, as she looked to you both, before the thumbs of her hands met both of your foreheads, “Open your mind.” 

-With that it felt as though your body was thrown backwards into a rippling tunnel of the room, filled with a deep percussion sound, only to be thrown through the fragile, decorative blinds and out into the blinding sun of Kamar-Taj. The sound of the percussion instrument replaced with the busy sounds of the markets below, the sun coating your falling form as you looked to see that it was not the streets of the city you were hurtling towards but rather the very fabric of space. The sense of the fantasy filling your mind, as you tried to imagine yourself safe in your bed, but it didn’t smell like your bed…

“Sam.” You whispered, as you did your eyes landed on a falcon, who was far from his home on earth. He was flying so close to you, and with the hope that it would manifest into Sam, and he would save you from your journey into space, you reached out to touch him. However instead of turning into your lost lover, as your fingertips met his feathers you were rocket backwards into a shiny, neon, tunnel, filled with nothing but the sounds of rushing wind as you fell deeper into the fluorescent blues, pinks and oranges. 

-Suddenly you heard the voice of your hooded savior, “Both of their heart rates are getting dangerously high.” And with that you were returned to the room where it all began, your body resting in a chair as you struggled to catch your breath, your eyes widen with excitement as you looked towards your father, his face littered with signs of distress, as the Ancient One leaned down between you both, and looked between you, “They look alright to me.” She smiled, before you felt yourself fly backwards out of the chair, and back into the neon tube. However this time you felt a slight heat engulf your back, as you fell far faster than before. The calm words of the Ancient One filling your head, “Your father seems to think he knows how the world works, that this material universe is all there is, but you know better. You have seen there is more to life than science, you have tangled with the unusual ones and lived to tell the tale. Tell me my dear, would you like to experience the mysteries that lie beyond your senses, and be one of the unusual ones?” 

-At this point you had snapped back to the room, your father beside you still sitting in the chair, his body limp as he continued his Astral Projection journey. You looked to the Ancient One, her face soft as you smiled, “Let’s go.” 

-Before she could reply, your father crashed from his chair and onto the floor, you immediate response was to help him, yet the man in the hood lightly grasped your shoulder, as the Ancient One approached him, “Have you ever seen that before in a gift shop Mr. Strange?”

As he panted, you watched him slowly rise, his hands shaking before him as his head lifted to look at her, “Teach me.”

“No.” She replied, before the man with the hood tightened his grip on your shoulder, and dragged your father up, you both baffled as he threw you both upon the dirt street, the crowd consuming both of your fallen bodies. All you could hear was the sounds of the market surrounding you, and the slamming of the heavy door.

-You watched in silence as Strange scrambled to get up, a string of No’s leaving his lips as he made his way back to the shabby wooden door, his hands hitting against them, before he retracted them in pain, his body shaking from frustration as you quickly collected him into your arms, his eyes glassy with tears as his body shook. “Open the door please?!” 

-You both sat there well into the night, knocking and begging for reentry, unaware that inside they spoke of how you both show many qualities of Kaeclius, and how one man’s fall from the path of good should not affect the future of passing down the traditions.

-When they opened the door you both pleaded in thanks, stating that you were appreciative of the opportunity to prove your worth as they led you down a dark hall and into a small room, “This shall be your quarters Miss Strange, your father shall be right next door. Bathe, rest, meditate, the Ancient One will send for you both when she is ready.” And with that he left you alone in your small room. You quickly sat on the single mattress that resided in the room, and looked out the window into the moonlit city.

-The next morning your father came to your room, a look of concern on his face as he entered, your eyes meeting his as he muttered, “Did you know they have WiFi here?”

“No, no one told me that.” You replied, as he pulled a small card out of his pocket, and extended it towards you, the word Shamballa scribbled on it. After entering it into your IPhone however you wished that you hadn’t, as it started dinging off the hook, mostly messages from Tony and Christine asking where you were. The ones from Christine you left ignored, knowing already that she would never understand your need to be here with your father, chasing another method to fix his hands, but to Tony all you wrote was, “I’m sorry I went off the grid, I am safe, and I will put the GPS signal back on as soon as we accomplish what we set out to do.”

-Natasha texted you as well, “Do Clint and I need to hunt you down, and repeat what happened in Budapest just to get you to come home?”

“No, however you have to tell me about Budapest someday, since you guys bring it up all the time.” You texted back, as your father looked at you p, his eyebrow raising before he stated, “It’s good to see you smile.” 

“What do you mean?” You asked, your head raising as he chuckled, “It’s just, since the accident, and you being the foolish one who blew your own cover, I don’t think I have seen you genuinely smile.”

“Oh.” You whispered, not even realizing that that was a noticeable occurrence.

-Before either of you could respond again, Baron appeared in the doorway, “She is ready for you.”

- “The language of the mystic arts is as old as civilization. The sorcerers of antiquity call the use of this language spells, however if your modern sensibilities are offended by that word feel free to call this a program.”

“May I call it charms class?” You asked, you and your father were seated across from the Ancient one, whose lips turned up in a slight smile as she hummed, “If you must, then I will allow it. However you must know in your charms class I will not go as easy as Flintwick did on Harry and his peers. The source code that shapes reality is what we will truly be learning, along with how we harness energy drawn from other dimensions of the Multiverse to cast spells.” 

-She stated all of this while creating a diagram in the air made of orangish gold sparks, and as she finished her statement she snapped her fingers causing the diagram to duplicate and rotate 90 degrees, while also expanding into more of a 3 dimensional picture as she continued, “we also use it to conjure shields, form weapons, and to make magic.” 

-Once she was done speaking she lowered her hands, causing the now fully transformed , 3D diagram exploded into a thousand tiny sparkles, your eyes widening with amusement as you watched them fade into the space. However your smile of wonder dropped slightly as your father’s voice filled your ears, “But even if my fingers were able to do that, my hands would just be waving in the air. I mean how are we supposed to get from here to there?”

“The same way you got to reattach severed nerves, and put human spines back together bone by bone, or how you created a functioning brain system in an AI program.”

“Years of study and practice, and a vast knowledge on a particular subject.” You replied, causing the Ancient one to just nod before she rose, “Come, I want to show you to the library.”

-After touring the training grounds, and the library she allowed Wong to let you each take out one book, which you both spent the day reading, before switching books, and reading those in less than a day. Once you were both finished you made your way back to Wong, and placed the books down, “Hey.”

“Mr. Strange, Miss Strange…” Wong started, however , your father cut him off, “Please, no need for formalities, Stephen and [Y/N] will be fine, and you are?”

“Wong.”

“Nice to meet you Wong.” You smiled, sticking your hand out, however after several seconds you let it fall back down, Wong’s eyes just staring at it as you cleared your throat, “I was wondering if we could take out a few more books?”

“Yes.” He replied, as you and your father went separate directions, each grabbing a small stack before returning to the stone faced Wong. 

-As he looked through your piles he read out every title, and placed them back in a stack, and once he finished with the last one he stated, “Have fun.”

-You returned the next day, both of you had completed both of your stacks, and each other’s again, upon walking in you looked to Wong and stated with a pop to your P, “Sup Wong?”

“Sup?” He asked, confusion in his voice as you explained, “Yeah, you know like What’s up, but it is shortened.”

-After several seconds of silence you just whispered, “Ok then.” And both you and your father placed your books down, Wong looking at the stacks before looking at you both, “You finished all of these?”

“Yes.” You both answered before he looked back down and stated, “Follow me.”

-“This section is for masters only, but at my discretion, others may use it. You both should start with the Maxim’s Primer, how is both of your Sanskrit?” He asked as he collected a scroll from the first wall of tubes, leaving you and your father to wander down the center of the room and marvel at the golden storage units for the browning parchment, towards the dark oak study stations set up in the middle of the room, a single lamp sat on the cent of the tables.

“I think we are both fluent in Google Translate.” Strange replied, and Wong collected several other rolls of parchment.

“Verdic, classical Sanskrit.” He stated, before collecting a book from a shelf and handed it out towards your father, who took it as he cleared his throat. However Wong stopped short when you asked, “What are these?”

-Turning he noticed your eyes transfixed on the leather bound, decorated books, all chained to hexagon wall mounts that were suspended in the room, Wong’s voice cutting through the air as he replied, “The Ancient One’s private collection.”

“Meaning it’s forbidden?” Strange asked as Wong looked towards him, “No knowledge in Kamar-Taj is forbidden, however certain practices are. Those books are far too advanced for new sorcerers like yourselves, or anyone really, except for the Sorcerer Supreme.”

-Wong’s words didn’t however stop your father from reaching out to take one of the books down, the chain rattling as he gently lowered it and looked at the binding, your own eyes peering over his shoulder as he opened it to discover several torn out pages, “Some of the pages are missing out of this one.” 

“That is the Book of Cagliostro, a study of time. One of the rituals was stolen by a former master, the zealot, Kaecilius, right after he strung up the former librarian, and relieved him of his head.” Neither you or Strange had noticed he was suddenly right in front of you, his arms filled with books for both you and Strange to study, his eyes staring at yours as he stated, “I am now the guardian of these books, so if the volume from this collection should be stolen again I will know about it, and you will be dead before you even can leave the compound.”

“What if it is just overdue? Any late fees or maiming we should know about?” Strange asked after Wong snatched the book from your father, and closed the binding with one hand, his face unamused as with the other he pushed the stack he had collected into your chest, his face stern.

“And to think people used to think I was funny.” Strange replied as you whispered, “No they didn’t, you just helped pay their salary, and were forced to work with you 24/7 since you had no concept of what life outside of work was.” You replied, as Wong cracked a smile, and pointed towards you, “I like this one.”

“Of course you would.” Strange sighed as he rolled his eyes, a look of victory on your face as he continued, “Well I would love to stay and watch this love story blossom, but I have some studying to do, thank you so much for the book recommendations, the gruesome story of decapitation, and the threat upon our lives.” 

-As you left you smiled, “Guess we know who the better Strange is.”

“You wish.” Your father stated as you smiled.

-Once you started training you picked up the art very quickly, and excel above your father. This was something that he was envious of, however after the first lesson you knocked on his door and opened it to find him seated on his bed, a book that Wong recommended in his hands as you asked, “Want me to show you?”

-This became a common way you would spend your nights if you weren’t reading the library at an impeccable speed. Once you both picked up the art however the Ancient one was fascinated in how you both could perform stronger and better spells when together.

-She also found it fascinating that your magic always was a purplish blue. She could find no explanation for it at all.

-You were always patient with your father’s frustrations, knowing that the tremor of his hands always bothered him. 

-The Ancient One was watching you all when you first were introduced to Sling Rings, and noticed you were having trouble with it, as nothing was manifesting. She watched you grow frustrated, since you never had an issue. Finally she called out, “Miss Strange, come here.” 

When you got to her, she whispered with an outstretched palm, “Remove the Sling ring.” 

Once it was in her palm she closed her hand, “Try again.” 

“But without the….” 

“Try again.” 

-When you did a perfect gateway appeared, causing you to break concentration, and look at her baffled, as she smiled, “You won’t be needing this Miss Strange.” 

-No one could explain why your magical abilities were so much different than the others.

-When the Ancient one came to the courtyard while you were trying to help your father with Gateways and asked for a moment with your father, she looked towards you, “Alone, if you don’t mind.”

-While she sent him to the top of Mount Everest you sat in a hallway, alone, and manifested a small blue orb, which you started to throw into the air. When he returned, you looked at him and whispered, “You look like frozen shit.”

“Well any man would who just got abandoned on the top of Mount Everest.” He snapped, his voice slightly shaking as he continued, “But I did it, I got the ring to work.”

-That night you sat in his room as he cleaned up his hair and face, your nose in a book, however you couldn’t help but smile as you watched him turn back into his old self, his reflection in the mirror more confident looking. 

-You had no idea that he noticed you watching and was happy to see that you were sincerely smiling because of him, it was something he hadn’t seen since you were a small child. In that smile, he suddenly regretted how he raised you, but he knew that words would never repair the damage he had already inflicted, so instead he decided to show you with his actions that after 26 years he was ready to be the father you deserved.  

-Three weeks later he was proving that he was a powerful sorcerer, and was matching your skill level in every lesson, he also was succeeding at showing you he was ready to act like a parental figure to you. One day he asked, “Wanna go see if your favorite librarian has any books on astral projection?”

“Uhhh duh.” You replied, before you both hurried to the library, which upon entering your father greeted, “Wong.”

“Stephen, [Y/N], how can I help you today?”

“Got any books on astral projection?” Stephen asked as Wong raised an eyebrow, “Neither of you are ready for that.”

“Try me, Beyoncé.” Your father replied as you just looked at Wong and smiled, his face unphased. After a few seconds you added, “Seriously Wong, how far under a rock do you live?”

-When he didn’t reply Strange responded, “Alright noted, now can we please have the book?”

“No.”

-As soon as you and Strange returned to his room, you started hatching the plan on how to get the books you needed to advance, and within the week you had acquired the knowledge of where all the books were in the collection. 

-Even Wong had to admit, it was a well thought out plan.

- When you both figured out the art of astral projection, you used it while you slept to study more. 

-One day you walked up to the Ancient One, “I have a question.” 

“I am sure your mind is filled with many, yet you are only choosing to reveal one to me?” She smiled as she poured you a cup of tea and extended it toward you.

“Jonathan Pangborn, he was paralyzed beyond repair, no amount of surgery could repair that, right?” 

“You and your father are in the medical profession, not me.” 

“Is he using the mystic arts to walk?” 

“How do you think…” 

“Is he using dimensional energy to walk? I mean I am sure if he were to channel enough of it into his own body it would be possible, right?” 

“Tell no one.” She replied, which was enough to answer your question, “Of course not Ancient One.” 

-After a while of studying the Ancient One called both of you into the room where you first met, her eyes boring into you both as she addressed you, “You both once stood in this room and begged me to allow you to learn the Mystic Arts, however now I am told that you both question every lesson, preferring instead to either teach yourselves, or each other.”

“It was also in this room you told me to open my eye.” Strange replied as you added, “You also told us in this room to open our minds, which you should know that once a Strange does that, they will stop at nothing until they have learned all they can, it is what makes us good neurosurgeons, and psychologists.”

-When she didn’t respond your father added, “So now that our minds, and our eyes are opened we are being told to blindly accept rules that make no sense.”

“You mean like the rule against conjuring a gateway into the library, which Wong tells me you have both been doing for about a month?” 

“Wong snitched on us?” Your father replied, as she smiled, “Only because I noticed a significant advance in your sorcery skills, and that you both have been demonstrating skills I know have not been taught to you during your lessons. Now you both will need a safe space to practice, because as entertaining as it may be, you both can not keep practicing your craft in each other’s rooms.”

-That was when she created the fracture in reality, and allowed you all to step through it into the Mirror Dimension, “Welcome to the Mirror Dimension, it is ever present but undetected. The real world isn’t affected by what happens here, we use the Mirror Dimension to train, surveil, and on occasion contain threats. I would pity the poor fool who got stuck in here without their sling ring.”

“Define threats exactly.” You stated, before she brought her hands down and caused the floor to transform under you, the whole room changing around you as your father let out a gasp, the Ancient One answering, “Learning of an infinite Multiverse includes learning of the infinite dangers, and if I were to tell you both everything you have yet to learn you would run from here in terror.

-You found yourself in the Mirror Dimension constantly, each day practicing your craft, meanwhile you were expected to also practice in the courtyard with your father and Baron. While you would do this the three of you formed a friendship, and he had revealed to you several secrets which you and your father wanted answered, such as the origin of the Ancient One.

-You never needed a relic, which the Ancient One found fascinating, when training with Baron, you found that you were able to conjure weapons, and spells without the strain that Baron once informed you of. She wondered if it had some connection to the reasoning behind your magic being a different color., or with how quickly you were excelling over the other students. 

-The night your father decided to tamper with the Eye of Agamotto, you were sitting alone in your room, fully aware that your father was in the library. You had told him you would join him later, and stayed put, and once you were sure he was not going to come back due to the rain, you opened the Mirror Dimension, and formed a portal within there, going to the one place you called home. 

-He was sitting on the couch, dressed in his gray sweatpants, and his navy blue air force hoodie, his feet bare as he sat there staring at the familiar looking photo album sitting on the coffee table, a little red heart drawn in the card in the front. Taking a sip of his beer, he leaned forward and picked it up, his finger tracing the front of the cover as he whispered, “Happy anniversary babe.”, before opening to the first page. The first quarter of the photo album was filled with pictures you and Sam had taken before you started dating, your handwriting littered the photo pages as you wrote small little details, or cute nothings next to the pictures. As he flipped through, you sat on the couch in the Mirror Dimension, and looked over his shoulder, chuckling at all the same pictures. The rest of the book was littered with photos of your relationship, but there was one he stopped on, it was the first page of that section of the book. 

-In the middle of the page was a photo taken in a mirror, you were dressed in a long, royal blue gown, with silver heels, your hair was up, while he stood behind you, dressed in his suit. Your smile was a mile wide as you laughed at the face Sam was making behind you. Around the photo was your handwriting, which looked so small and delicate on the page.

This was the night that started it all, do you remember. You bought me tickets to see Dr. Stephen Strange speak in DC, honestly I don’t even remember the topic. All I remember is thinking is how I got so lucky to have someone like you in my life. When it was all over, we went home and I was finally able to take off those painful heels, we decided to eat ice cream. We pulled our pints out of the freezer, and you helped me get on the counter, before handing me a spoon, and opening my pint. You were so busy eating yours though that you didn’t even notice how I was looking at you, scared to death to tell you everything I had wanted to for so long, and then it just slipped. I mean you had told me you wanted it to be random, no planned out moment, no script, just what I was feeling in my heart, and one thing led to another, and I ended up telling you I loved you, on your kitchen counter, dressed like a Princess, while shoving tablespoons of ice cream into my mouth. At first you didn’t even register that this was me telling you I wanted to be with you forever, you just thought it was like every other time I said I loved you, and pretended like I didn’t want to kiss you immediately afterwards. By far Samuel Thomas, this will forever be my favorite day, the day I got to say I was dating my best friend, who was also the best thing to ever happen to me. 

-His tears hit the picture, as he took another sip of his beer, you could see the wheels turning in his head, and wanted nothing more than to actually be there to comfort him, his whisper almost lost in the space, “Why did you ever let me take you that night?”

-Soon he started looking at the other pages, the tears increasing as he reflected on all the happy moments, like your graduation party photos, the pictures of you two in England, countless Florida photos, all the vacations disposable pictures, the random selfies. His hand lingered over the letters Charlie had written you, which you had put in two envelopes that you glued onto the page, wanting nothing more than to talk to his old friend. He would have told Sam he was a dumbass, because the only thing that was different was just your name, Sam could understand why you did it, especially after he learned more about your upbringing, and how toxic it really was. He regretted being so reactionary when it came to light, and he wanted nothing more than to reach out to you, but he figured you wouldn’t want to see him, completely unaware that you were sitting right there with him, in a different dimension. 

-Before turning the page, he slipped the book back down to the table and got up slowly, before walking into his room, you were right behind him. His feet took him to the nightstand that would have been on your side of the bed, and opened the drawer, withdrawing a familiar ring box. Flipping the lid he saw the glimmer of his mother’s ring, which only belonged on your finger, his mind filled with regret of what he told you before walking off of that roof. 

-At some point Sam decided to turn off the light and put the ring on what used to be your pillow, before laying down and falling to sleep, your body standing against the wall before you pushed off it, and left the room, to find Steve flipping through the back of the book, which was home to the portion of your lives where you were a part of the Avenger’s family. Steve smiled at the countless pictures of you and Sam with all of them, remembering the pleasantries of when you were under the same roof as your chosen family. One in particular caught Steve’s eye. You were sitting on the training floor, talking to Nat as you stretched, unaware that Sam was standing behind you with Clint, his focus however was turned away from the older gentleman, and looking at you, complete bliss written across his face. He looked at it for a while, missing that part of Sam, since ever since he broke up with you on that roof he had never been the same. 

- When you returned to your dimension, you were still alone in the room, the rain had stopped finally, and the dark night sky was starless. Opening the window you felt the cool night air against your skin, and looked out over the courtyard, wondering if your father had finally returned from the library, since you were no longer allowed to open gateways into the library anymore. However no one said anything about using a gateway to get to the library.

-When Wong saw you without your father he raised an eyebrow, “My favorite Strange is alone?” 

“Yeah, I was busy earlier when the least favorite wanted to come, I figured I would check and see if his annoying ass was still here.”

“Of course he is, sometimes I swear he will never leave.” Wong joked as you went to open the doors to the section dedicated to masters, however before you could Mordo ran in, and barked, “Stand aside.” 

-When he swung the doors open, he immediately created a mirror dimension before your father, who was standing over a book, his hands glowing green. Mordo screamed for him to stop, and as you all ran to his side you noticed that he was wearing the Eye of Agamotto, which was shining green around his neck. Looking down towards the book you noticed the once ripped out pages had returned, revealing how to reach the dark dimension. Your eyes meeting your father’s as Wong spoke, “What did the book say on the dangers of performing that ritual?” 

“I don’t know I haven’t gotten to that part.” He admitted, as he looked nervously at the book, your own eyes scanning over the pages he had restored as Mordo added, “Temporal manipulation can create branches in time, unstable dimensional openings, spatial paradoxes, time loops! Do you want to get stuck reliving the same moment over and over forever, or never having existed at all?”

“They really should put the warnings before the spells, wouldn’t you agree father?” You added as Wong and Mordo stared at you

“Not helping.” Your father whispered before Wong took the book and stated, “Your curiosity could have gotten you killed. You weren’t manipulating the space time continuum, you were breaking it. You do not tamper with the natural law. We defend it.” 

“Well looks like now every time you come to the library I have to accompany you as a babysitter.” You groaned as Mordo rounded the table, “How did you do that?”

“Hmmmm.” Strange focused on him, pulled from the idea of a rebuttal to your own comment. 

“Where did you learn the litany of spells required to even understand…” 

“Photographic memory, both of us seem to have it.” Strange rebuttaled, “It was how I got my MD and PHD at the same time.” 

“And how I still remember what I learned in my introduction courses I took back in middle school.” You added as Strange continued, “Plus it isn’t that hard to master, all you need is…”

“What you just did, takes more than a good memory. You were born for the mystic arts. We always thought it was just [Y/N] born for it but…”

He was cut off by your father’s scoff, “Let me guess, you didn’t think someone born for the mystic arts would still have trembling hands?” 

“For now, they may still shake.” Wong added, “But not forever.” 

“We aren’t prophets, Strange.”

“When are you two gonna start telling me what we are?” Your father snapped, as you looked at Wong, who quickly glanced at Mordo and mumbled, “It is time you both learned.”

-When they took you into the separate section, and you all were standing around you scoffed, “You brought us here to look at metal symbols in doors?” 

“It is more than it appears my dear, for you see, while your little friends in the Avengers protect the world from physical dangers,” 

-You couldn’t help but notice Strange muttering under his breath, “More like destroy it.” You chose however not to address it, and acted like you had been focusing on Wong still, “We safeguard it from my mystical threats. The Ancient One is the latest in a long line of Sorcerer Supremes, going back thousands of years to the father of the Mystic Arts, the mighty Agamotto, creator of the necklace you so carelessly burrowed.”

“This is why I am his favorite.” You whispered, your father’s disapproving eyes meeting yours for a second as Wong continued, trying so hard not to chuckle at your comment, “Agamotto built three sanctums in places of power, where great cities now stand. That door leads to the Sanctum in Hong Kong, that door to the New York Sanctum, that one to London Sanctum. Together the Sanctums generate a protective shield around our world.” 

“The sanctums protect the world and we sorcerers protect the sanctums.” 

“So what kind of mystical threats do we exactly protect the world from?” You raised an eyebrow as Wong took a deep breath, his serious look illuminated by the glowing orange light around the floating globe, “Other dimensional beings that threaten our universe.” 

“Like Dormammu.” Your father stated, as Mordo asked, “Where did you learn that name?”

“I just read it in The Book of Cagliostro. Why?” He answered, however you both couldn’t fail to notice the look that Wong and Mordo exchanged before Wong moved his hands over the top of the metal center piece, the world above you changing into a vibrant galaxy, filled with shades of purple, pink and blue. 

“Dormammu dwells in the dark dimension, beyond time. He is the cosmic conqueror, the destroyer of worlds, a being of infinite power, and an endless hunger, who is on a quest to invade every universe, and bring all worlds into his Dark Dimension. However there is nowhere he hungers for more than Earth.”

“The pages the Kaecillus stole.” Strange responded, “They were a ritual to contact him, weren’t they?” 

“Yes.” Wong replied, “Along with how to draw power from the Dark Dimension.”

-When your father chuckled you looked at him strangely, as he spoke though, you were not surprised by his reaction, “Uh… okay, well ummm I am out. My daughter brought us here to heal the severe nerve damage in my hands, not for us to be drafted into some mystical war.”

-Before anyone could respond to your father’s comment you heard loud bells, causing you all to look up again towards the vivid galaxy as Wong announced, “London.” 

Turning towards the door previously identified as the London door, you watched it open, men racing towards the opening before hitting the entryway. The man’s body though stiffened in pain, and collapsed onto the stone floor, motionless. Looking from the deceased you saw a man with black makeup dripping down his eyes, his body decorated in an orange-gold robe, with dark leather sleeves, his hair slicked back, his arms rising at his side as though he was nailed to a cross. Your attention still on the man as Wong screamed out “Kaecillus!”, followed by Mordo, “No!” 

-Neither yell seemed to phase him though, the next thing you remembered was seeing a blinding orange honeycomb, expanding towards the four of you, the force of the blast was so powerful it knocked you and Strange back towards the doors marked with the seal of New York, the door opening behind you as you both landed on the Sanctum floor, however the way back to Kamar-Taj now blocked by fallen rubble. As you went to stand you looked towards Strange, his voice calling out for Wong and Mordo as you replied, “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore Toto.” 

-Turning into the room you were met with a grand staircase, all the walls bore an accent of dark wood, while the floor was a multicolored tile, the walls were barely decorated. As you wandered into the room your attention was drawn up the stairs, which branched out at the top to either side of the room, while your father spun around, and stumbled towards the door. You turned at the sound of the door swinging open and watched the sunlight of midday pour into the entryway, as your father stepped out. However in a mere moment he was back inside, shutting the door behind him as he looked towards you, “We’re in New York.” 

“I figured, since I assume this is the New York Sanctum, since we were blasted through the New York Sanctum door.”

“Now is not the time for your sass.” Your father scolded as you scoffed, “Please, we both know I inherited that from you.”

-Your father ignored your valid statement and walked by you, his voice echoing throughout the hall as he cried Hello. You separated from him and quickly followed suit, discovering early on however that other than your father, you were completely alone. 

-You reunited with your father in the Museum, his eyes transfixed on the grand, circular window, “No one seems to be…” 

-You were cut off by the sound of a gateway opening, both you and your father glanced down the staircase, hoping for a friendly face. However upon sneaking out to the banister you found it was a mirror dimension being opened by none other than Kaecillus, and two of his followers. A man stood at the base, whom Kaecillus addressed, “Daniel, I see they made you master of this Sanctum.” 

“You know what that means?” 

“That you’ll die protecting it.” 

-As the fight broke out between the two followers and Daniel, you and your father quickly looked at each other, both of you knowing that the other was thinking of the same stupid idea, and with a smile you backed up and whispered, “If only Tony could see me right now.” Before jumping over the banister and screaming, “Stop!” 

-Your sudden presence took Kaecillus’s attention away for a moment, and only then could you take in the handsome features of his face, and observe the fact that it was not makeup smeared under his eyes, but rather burn marks, which still glistened with embers. However it only lasted a moment, cause as you stared he wasted no time killing Daniel, his feet slowly going towards you as he reached the bottom step, “How long have you two been at Kamar- Taj, Mr…” 

“Doctor.”

“Mr. Doctor, and Miss?” 

“It’s Strange.” Your father continued

“Well Mr. Doctor and Miss Strange…” 

“No both the names are Strange, I am Doctor Strange and she is…”

“Is this really the best time to be doing this, Father?” You questioned as Kaecillus noticed Daniel slowly raising, attempting to catch him off guard, however all he caught was the blade of Kaecillus’s energy, his blood dripping from the wound as he fell, triggering both you and your father to manifest weapons as Kaecillus rapidly approached, kicking your father from the side, as you blasted an energy ball at him. 

“Ah so you are the special one, the one with the blue magic?” 

“Oh so I am famous now among the sorcerers, never thought all of Hogwarts would be buzzing about little old me.” You replied as you blocked his attempt to strike you, while your father took on both followers. Turning quickly though you sent one of your balls exploding into the side of the female, blasting her over the banister as you turned your attention back to Kaecillus. 

“I have only heard whispers before, some say you are the next in line for…”

“Listen dude.” You interrupted, before sending another ball, which he avoided, “Whatever you’re selling, I’m not buying.” 

“Pity.” He sighed, “You are far too beautiful to die, but have it your way.” 

-You quickly reflected all his attacks, and attempted to deflect them towards the followers, however at some point you caught the blue eyes of your father, and in a split second made the decision to run, the three close behind as you made your way through the hall, which seemed to slowly start extending, turning you noticed Kaecillus’s palms extended in front of him, causing you to quickly glance towards your father, “Fuck.” You hissed as you stopped running and turned towards the approaching man, producing two shining blue shields from your hands, before noticing your father’s second one fading away. 

-This did not stop the followers from advancing towards you on the wall, and as they went to attack you used the shields to defend. Both of you taking on one follower each. The male you were fighting was not a difficult opponent, the female however was having no problem fighting against your father, even after the blast. 

-However once Kaecillus started manipulating the orientation of the hallway, you couldn’t help but feel as though this battle wasn’t going to end well. As you fell down the hallway and towards the enemies, you couldn’t help but hit Kaecillus. As your father trapped the other two, you and Kaecillus fought, your blue magic hitting his golden orange every time, until you heard your father grunt, and looking to make sure he was alright Kaecillus got the upper hand and tossed you against the wall like a rag doll, before starting towards your father. His feet carrying Kaecillus away from you as he ran towards the grand circular window. After several moments you were able to push yourself up from the ground and followed the path he took Kaecillus down. As you entered the room however you noticed Kaecillus standing before what was once the case holding the floating cloak, your father sitting on the stand of it, as the fabric was wrapped around Kaecillus’s hand, almost as though it was protecting Stange. 

-When Kaecillus raised his hand to strike you quickly produced a blue lasso and caught his hand, his eyes flashing back towards you, before looking to your father, “She just doesn’t know when to stop does she?” 

“It’s genetic I’m afraid.” He replied as Kaecillus, flexed his arm, and broke the restraint, going once again to hit your father. However the crimson fabric once again bound itself around his hand, causing Kaecillus to begin to wave it about, trying to loosen its grip, as his free hand tightly clung to the fabric of your father’s rode. He quickly saw though that his attempt was useless, and lifted his knee to your father’s chest, a groan leaving his lips as you quickly manifested another lasso and bound it around his midriff before yanking him back, away from your father. Kaecillus slid along the tile floor and into a display base as you rushed to your father’s aid. The Cloak slowly leaning over him as you looked over the aged, battered man. Quickly rising however Strange attempted to fight the now standing Kaecillus, looking to you as though he needed no help. He started to advance, and as he did Kaecillus jumped into the air and projected both of his feet into Strange’s chest, the force of the kick knocking him back. As he stumbled backwards you sent a ball of blue energy hurling towards him, which he dodged with a smile, as you saw from the corner of your eye Strange tumble backwards and over the banister. The crimson fabric quickly following him as you rushed to open a gateway back to the upper floor before he hit the ground. However what you saw caused you to stop in your tracks, for the Cloak had fastened itself to his neck line, and was lifting him back towards you, causing your father to levitate. His hands were already moving with precision as he created a force with his own hands, ready to take on Kaecillus as soon as he could see him over the banister. His own, thick, orange lasso wrapping itself around Kaecillus’s blade, as you manifested another one, and repeated your father’s actions, both of you pulling on it in an attempt to disarm him. However he was too strong for you and with an effortless twitch of his wrist both of you went hurling towards him, the force of your bodies causing Kaecillus to tumble over as you all fell to the floor. As you all scrambled to your feet Kaecillus swung his blade, in hopes to hit one of you. You were lucky enough to dodge it, however if it wasn't for the Cloak pulling Strange back towards the wall he would not have been as lucky. As he was forced back toward the wall however Kaecillus looked towards you with a grin, and swung at you again, this time his attack deflected by a shield that you manifested, the blade meeting the blue surface created tiny blue sparks to shoot out into the air, momentarily distracting Kaecillus, and provided you with the perfect moment you punch him in the lower gut, a groan leaving his mouth as he doubled over, providing you a moment to follow your father towards the wall with the axes, as you ran you couldn’t help but grin at the way he was trying to resist against the Cloak’s directions. You wasted no time passing him though, but as you did, the cloak wrapped around your arm, and swung you back, all while still pulling against your father. Finally however you looked to Kaecillus, who had risen again and was advancing towards you both, looking to your father you noticed he was now looking at the crimson fabric, and then to the wall behind you. He quickly passed you and Kaecillus, and collected the tapestry on the wall, which was not what you thought it was, and watched him hurl it towards Kaecillus. You watched as each little link closed around him, and bound him to his place, his mouth shut by a long strip, and looked to your father, “Nice one Cape.”

- Even though his mouth was bound, Kaecillus was still muttering something. Your father looked to you and raised an eyebrow, as you silently begged him not to mess with the contraption he had just imprisoned Kaecillus with. He looked to him and asked, “What?” and advanced towards him. Upon reaching his body he removed the piece from his mouth and watched for several brief moments as he muttered under his breath, which caused Strange to reply, “Oh stop it.”

-When Kaecillus continued your father snapped, “I said stop it.” 

“You know if you had just left that thing on him, we wouldn’t have to listen to his senseless muttering.” You sassed to Strange, his crystal blue eyes meeting yours as he whispered, “Don’t you start to.”

“They are not senseless mutterings.” Kaecillus stated, both you and Strange turning your heads to look at him, as he continued, “Neither of you can stop this Mister Doctor, and Miss Strange.”

“I don’t even know what this is.” You father rebuttaled as Kaecillus smirked, “Why, this is the end.”

“Would you mind being a bit more specific?” You questioned as he looked towards you, his eyes burning into your flesh as he replied, “It’s the End, and it’s the Beginning. The many becoming the few, becoming the one.”

“Well that was specific, but it makes zero sense. So if you are just going to mutter some more gibberish, I am just gonna have to put this back on, and wait for a translator.” Strange threatened, unaware of the look you wore beside him. Kaecillus did not miss it however, as his smile widened, “You understand, don’t you? It is a pity Mister Doctor…”

“Look, my name is Doctor Stephen Strange, not Mister Doctor.” Your father interrupted, however before he could continue Kaecillus cut him off, “So you are a doctor, and man of science. Tell me then Doctor Strange, do you understand the laws of nature?”

“All matter must be born, age, and die, those completing the circle of life.” you replied as he tried to nod, “Very good my dear.”

“What does this have to do with…” Strange started to ask, however he was cut off quickly by the response, “The same is true for our universe, the sun will burn out, the earth will grow dark and cold, and life as we know it will perish. But not in the Dark Dimension, it is a place beyond time.” 

“That’s it I am putting this back on, and waiting for someone to…”

“It will help us escape death.” you replied, stopping Strange in his tracks as you looked towards Kaecillus, “In the Dark Dimension we will no longer be beating to the drum of natural order, but rather to whatever fuels the Dark Dimension, while there there will truly be no more death, or grief, or fear that tomorrow will never come.”

“That’s it, I am putting this thing back on.” Your father’s words came quickly after yours, but his movement towards Kaecillus was stop short by his declaration 

“Precisely, this world will take its rightful place alongside so many others as part of the One, the great, and beautiful One. We can all live forever, just as your daughter said.”

“Really? What do you have to gain from this New Age dimensional utopia?”

“The same as any of us, a life without death, eternal life. Humans, we always are thinking in terms of righteous, and evil, when really the real enemy isn’t the evils of this world, but rather time itself. It is the true enemy of us all, time is the killer of everything.”

“And what of the people you killed, I mean one of your victims is currently ruining the tile, it will cost a fortune to clean the guts up.” You asked, as his eyes glided from your father, to you.

“They are tiny compared to the bigger picture, they were just momentary specks of dust within an indifferent universe, which will turn without them.” His voice dropped before he continued, his charred eyes once again fixed on your father, a smile on his face as he continued, “Yes, you now see and understand what we are doing, this world is not what it ought to be. Humanity longs for the gift of eternal life, for a world beyond time, which has enslaved us to its mercy. Time is an insult. Death is an insult. Doctor, Miss Strange, we don’t seek to rule this world, we only wish to save it, and we can only do that by handing it over to Dormammu, who is the intent of all evolution, he is the reason for all existence.”

“Yet the Sorcerer Supreme defends existence.” You stated

“Tell me Stranges, what is it that brought you to Kamar-Taj? Did you both come for a bit of enlightenment, or power? Your daughter might have stayed for that, but you Doctor, you came for the same reason as us all, to be healed. Kamar-Taj is a place that collects the broken, we all come with the promise that we will be healed, yet instead we are taught parlor tricks by the Ancient One. She is hoarding the real magic for herself, I mean how else does she stay so youthful?”

“We saw the rituals in the Book of Cagliostro.”

“So you both already know. With the ritual I can overthrow the Ancient One, and tear all of her sanctums down, and allow the Dark one to enter our realm, because what the Ancient One hoards, Dormammu gives freely. He is not the destroyer of worlds Stranges, but the savior of it, the giver of eternal life.”

“Oh come on, this isn’t the opening number to the Book of Mormons” You joked as your father scoffed, “Oh come on, look at your face. Dormammu made you a murderer, just how good could his kingdom be?” 

-This caused Kaecillius to chuckle as you both looked at him in confusion, “You seriously think that’s funny?” Strange inquired of the grinning prisoner, who tilted his head for a second and stated, “No, not that. What is funny Doctor, is that you’ve lost your sling ring.” 

-What happened next was so fast, you both looked down at Strange's rodes, his body turning towards the stairs, at the exact moment a force energy spear pierced his chest. As you went to catch him, one of Kaecillius’s goons appeared out of a gateway, and gripped his shoulder. Using aggressive force he pushed your father down the stairs, causing both of you to tumble down the 20 steps and onto the hallway landing. His goon smiling as you tried to help Strange up, and towards the door, his footsteps not far behind the small trail of blood that Strange was leaving. As he advanced towards you both he was creating another sharp force weapon, and raised it to strike. However before he could the Cloak had unlatched itself from Strange, and entangled the man’s head, causing his weapon to vanish, and for him to struggle. In the struggle though you heard the metal hit the flooring, and watched as a sling ring slid across. Your body lunged forward to grab it before you opened a blue gateway right into Christine’s office. 

-The force of Strange’s body hitting the floor caused her to let out a small yelp, her eyes wide as she looked at your father’s body on the ground, before meeting your eyes as you stepped through and closed the gateway on the goon. Turning quickly you looked at Christine, “Operating theater, just us, now.” 

-You and her helped to carry Strange into the theater and onto the operating table, his breaths staggering as you hurried with him. Once he was laying down, you took his hand and whispered, “Listen you stubborn asshole, you aren’t allowed to die on me, do you understand.”

“What scared I didn’t change the will back yet?” He joked as you looked at him, “No, because I just got you.” 

-As soon as the words left your lips Strange shut his eyes, the grip on your hand loosening as he did.

“What happened to you…” 

“Stabbed, he probably has Cardiac Tamponade.” 

Opening his robes to tap on his chest she raised an eyebrow, “What on earth are you both…” 

“I’ll explain later Christine. How are the chest cavities?”

“Clear.” 

“Great, that means the blood is in the pericardial sac.” You groaned, as she started collecting the supplies needed to drain it, along with the wire to connect to his chest to monitor his heart rate. As she did all of this you looked at his face, and whispered, “I sure as hell hope you aren’t actual passed out and just astral projecting while passed out, cause I don’t know what to do.”

-You didn’t hear Strange respond, “Yes you do, you’re a Strange, it’s in your blood.” 

-When Christine was holding the needle you looked at her, “higher actually.” 

“What?” She quickly whispered as you pointed to the spot an inch or two above her target point, “You should be aiming the needle right here.” 

“And who is the Doctor?” She sassed

“And who is the daughter of the smartest neurosurgeon in this hospital, now aim…” 

“She’s right you know, you should be a bit higher.” Strange’s voice filled the theater as his head and torso emerged out of thin air, a smile pulled on your lips as Christine stumbled back with a scream, and crashed into the prepared equipment.

“Please be careful with the needle.” He stated as you looked at a pale Christine, her hand over her chest as she stared back at you both, “What am I…” 

“My astral body. Now I am not dead but I am dying, so I need you to do me a favor okay? I need you to listen to [Y/N]. She will…” and then he was gone, you had no idea that the man who stabbed your father was using Astral projection to fight him, but as soon as he disappeared you whispered, “Hope you don’t mind.” 

-A tiny blue spark emerged from your finger, which when you put it to his chest light up underneath his skin, allowing Christine to see, her eyes wide as she stuck the needle in, “I’ve never seen anything like this, do you know what he was stabbed with?”

“No.” You answered as she stood there draining the blood, around you things were clattering, and when you looked at Christine you whispered, “Just…. keep him alive.” 

-When he flatlined you immediately looked at her, as she raced for the crash cart, releasing his hand she charged the paddles and applied them to his chest. After the first shock you watched the cart glide backwards, as though something hit it, the soft beeping of the monitor filling the silence as Christine released her breath.

“Do it again.” You instructed, her eyes looking at you in bewilderment, “His heart is…” 

“Christine, I need you to listen to me right now. You need to up the voltage, and hit him again.” You demanded, as she groaned, “Just like your father.” 

“Well let’s hope he is where he should be.” You replied, as Strange’s astral body hurried towards his attacker, the same plan had crossed his mind seconds after it did yours. 

-When the lights started to pop around you, you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that you both had the same plan, however once they were done you were left standing in the room, staring at your father’s face, “Come on, wake up now.” 

-When his eyes snapped open you jumped a bit, along with Christine, his gasps for air filling the space as you smiled. After several milliseconds however he looked towards Christine, “Christine… never question my daughter again.” 

-While she stitched him up you both gave her the brief overview of your time in Kamar-Taj, along with listening to your father apologizing for his previous behavior. The whole time his hand sat firmly in yours. 

-When she asked if you had joined a cult you responded, “Not exactly, see we enrolled in wizard school, and now we are training to be like Gandalf the Grey.” 

- “Where are you going?” She stated when Strange started to rise,  his eyes looking to her as he responded, “We are late for a cult meeting. Darling, do you think…” 

“Certainly.” You replied, before forming a gateway.

“Can I at least know the truth?” Christine asked as Strange smiled, “Now if I told you that, I would just worry you more than I already have.” 

-When you both stepped through the new gateway you hurried down the hall and closed the old one, “Well I guess that explains how he got to Metro-General so fast.” You replied, before peering over his body, his eyes already dulled over as Strange approached behind you, the cloak quickly refastened itself to his robes as he replied, “Thank goodness we only have to worry about him, since the other one is locked up.” 

-When you saw the discarded bindings at the top of the stairs you stopped dead in your tracks, Strange beside you as you whispered, “Son of a bitch.” 

“Stranges.” Mordo called out, causing both you and Strange to jump before turning to see his face, “You are both okay.” 

“A relative term, but yeah, we are okay.” Your father replied as you both stepped into the room and started to round the stairs, Mordo’s finger pointed towards your father, “The cloak of levitation, it came to you?” 

“Appears so.” Strange replied

“No minor feat, it is a fickle thing.” The Ancient one appeared, her body stopping slightly behind Mordo’s as you replied, “I can see that.”

“He escaped?” 

“Kaecilius?” 

“Yeah. Turns out he doesn’t need the mirror dimension anymore to fold space and time at will.” You replied as Mordo tilted his head, the Ancient One asked, “How many more are there?” 

As your father replied, he moved across the room in between the two, your feet not far behind as he made his way to the front of a empty display case, “Two, one is stranded in the desert, the other dead in your hallway.”

“Master Drumm is in the foyer.” You added 

“His body has already been taken back to Kamar-Taj.” Mordo replied as the Ancient One added, “The London sanctum has fallen. Only New York and Hong Kong remain now to shield us from the Dark Dimension. You both defended the New York Sanctum from attack. With its master gone, it will need another, Master Strange.” 

“No.” Your father replied, “It is Doctor Strange, not Master Strange, Not Mister Strange, Not Mister Doctor. It is Doctor Strange, and when I became a doctor, I swore an oath to do no harm, and I just broke that oath. I refuse to do that again. I became a doctor to save lives, not take them.” 

“You became a doctor to save one life above all others, same reason your daughter became a psychologist, and ran away from home. To save yourselves.” 

“Still trying to see through us I see.” You answered with a smile.

“I see what I have always seen, a man with an over inflated ego, and a girl, heartbroken and willing to do whatever it takes to be on her father’s good side, now that her lover will not have her. You, Doctor Strange, desperately want to go back to the delusion that you can control anything, even the uncontrollable death, while you, Miss Strange, want nothing more than to go back to a time before your true identity was uncovered, a secret that was bound to come out some day.”

“If Death is uncontrollable, how does Dormammu control it?” You asked, “I mean Kaecillius is pretty certain that Dormammu will bring eternal life to the planet Earth.”

“Our fear of death is what gives Dormammu life, he feeds off it.” 

“You mean like you feed off him, you talk to me about controlling death, yet we both know how you do it, Ancient One. We’ve seen the missing rituals from the Book of Cagliostro.”

“You and your daughter may want to measure your next words very carefully, Doctor.” 

“Oh why, because they might hurt your feelings?” You sassed, as her eyes shifted to you, her face stern as you stared her down, her words slipping out like venom, “No, because you might not have any idea what it is you are talking about.” 

“What are they talking about?” Mordo asked as he glanced between the three of you, his eyes meeting no ones, however it was your father’s voice that broke the silence, “I’m talking about her long life, the very source of her immortality.”

“I don’t…” Mordo started, however you cut him off, “She is drawing power from the Dark Dimension to stay alive.”

Mordo scoffed, “You’re lying.” 

“Both my daughter and I have seen the rituals, worked them out, we know exactly how you are doing it.” 

-Her face showed all the cards, she knew that her secret was now out, her eyes still however were focused on you, “Once they regroup the Zealots shall return, you’ll need reinforcements.” 

“Then I will call Iron Man, I have him on speed dial.” You remarked, before she turned to storm away, leaving a very confused Mordo with you and your father, your eyes drifting towards him as you added, “She is not who you think she is.”

“Neither of you have the right to say that. You have no idea the responsibility that rests on her shoulders.” He replied as Strange turned towards you, both of you wanting nothing more than to walk away from this whole mess.

“No, nor do we wish to know.” Strange replied

“You are cowards.”

“Why because I am not a killer?” Strange replied 

“These Zealots will snuff out all of humanity, yet you can’t muster the strength to…” 

“What do you think we just did!” You shouted, both the men stopped and stared as you looked at them. It was Mordo however who replied after the brief pause, “You both saved your own lives! And then you whined about it as though you were wounded dogs.”

“Oh and you would have handled this so much differently right?” You snapped back

“You two have no idea what I have done in my life.” Mordo snapped, “The answer however is yes, without hesitation.”

“What if there was another way?” Strange asked as Mordo slowly got closer to him, your hands glowing blue already behind your back as he got inches away from your father, the attitude clear in his voice, “There is no other way.”

“There is, you just lack the imagination to see it.” 

“No Stephen, it is you who lacks a spine.”

-Before anyone could reply, you heard the distant rumbles within the Sanctuary, signaling that they had returned. The rumbles caused the three of you to all quit your bickering, and race towards the staircase, where you looked out into the entryway to see the Zealots. 

“We have to end this.” Mordo instructed, as you looked at the growing ball of energy in the middle of the room, “Now!” 

-The three of you all jumped over the banister, and started towards the opposing group, as Mordo and you hit the group, your father levitated above you all. Mordo landed the first punch as he called for you and your father to join the fight. However as he did you watched the fractures of reality fill the space, and as Kaecillius readied to attack, you watched as the realization set in. 

“Welcome to the Mirror Dimension Asshole, you can’t affect the real world from in here.” Strange replied, with a smile on his face.

“Who's laughing now asshole.” You added as Kaecillius grinned, and slyly replied, “I am.” 

-As he started to warp the stairs under Strange you landed a blow to the faces of one of the followers restraining Mordo, and fled the Sanctuary with him and your father, the streets of New York were bustling with cars and people as Strange looked towards the altering building, “I’ve got his Sling ring, meaning they can’t escape right?” 

-Mordo didn’t answer the question, he just told you to run, causing all of you to take off down the street, which soon started to turn. As you and your father watched, Mordo spoke, “They are connected to the Dark Dimension, which makes them more powerful in the Mirror Dimension. They might not be able to affect the real world, but they can still kill us.” 

“Well it would have been nice if the book mentioned that.” You replied, as Mordo added, “This wasn’t clever, this was suicide!” 

-As you fled the group your father tried opening a gateway, however it seemed that as soon as he did the sidewalk began to turn, causing you all to slide away from the gateway and onto the side of a bus, a man reading the Doors of Perception sitting behind it, unphased by the impact of your bodies on the window as he chuckled into his book. Looking behind you, you quickly began to flee again, this time choosing to use the side of a building as an escape route, which once again quickly became fractured by Kaecillius, you all falling as the skyscraper started bending into two halves, and twisted down into arches along with all the surrounding buildings, until the land was reflective, you all falling into the city below from the city above. Landing onto the side of a skyscraper you three raced towards the edge, where you looked out over the turned city, “This was a mistake.” Your father muttered as you and Mordo looked to him, seconds before you all felt the building turn, causing you to fall with a yelp as you slid off the building and were hurtling towards the ground below. You all landed onto a fire escape as you tried to break your fall. It morphed under you and your father as you slipped through a hole, which quickly closed itself when Mordo tried to follow, looking to the sides you noticed it trying to create a cell around you two, causing you and your father to run out onto the runway. Kaecillius’s followers running on either side of you as you leapt off the edge. However as soon as you entered the air, they tackled you causing you to start to fall towards the stairs forming below. She slipped off you however and fell away from you both, as your feet met the stairs. Each twist and turn took you away from his men, but caused you to get lost amongst the maze they were creating. Eventually you and your father slid down a tunnel and hit the pavement as looked up, to see them closing in. Taking off down the street you fled, while your father found a new staircase, however looking up you saw Kaecillius running underneath him, and screamed, “Dad!” 

-It was too late though, you watched as he was tackled to the ground, and created the only successful gateway. Landing a few feet away you saw him hovering over Strange, his hand to his throat as you took off towards them, noticing as he took the sling ring from your father that you had previously confiscated. As he slowly stood you noticed your father slowly drifting out away from you, and Kaecillius’s followers surrounded you. His burning eyes meeting yours as you created a field of energy around you and knocked all of the surrounding followers over. Looking at him one on one he smirked, slowly trying to advance towards you before the platform before you lifted you out of the line of his glare, both of you confused, as you noticed the Ancient One, Kaecillius turned to follow your line of sight as he turned to see her standing on a hovering slice of pavement, both her hand glowing orange as she stared at Kaecilius. Tiles lifting under your father, and a recently appeared Mordo, as Kaecillius advanced towards the ground, forming another gateway you fell onto the tile, and landed knee first next to your father, who was slowly starting to rise. As he did though the Ancient One moved her hand, and shifted the three of you away from her, as you all did however you noticed the thin red lines on her forehead, which Mordo noticed as well, his voice sounding betrayed as he whispered, “It is true, she does draw power from the Dark Dimension.”

-You noticed her eyes shift from Mordo to Kaecillius, the look of her blue eyes glassy as she spoke his name, “Kaecillius.” 

“I came to you broken, lost, and in need. I trusted you to be my teacher, and all you did was feed me lies, just like you did everyone else.” 

“I was only trying to protect you.” 

“From the truth?” 

“No,” she paused, “from yourself.”

“I have a new teacher now.” 

“Dormammu will deceive you. You have no idea what he truly is. His eternal life is not paradise, but torment.” 

“Liar.” He hissed, as he and two others advanced towards her, each producing a weapon, as she created her shields to defend, as they striked, orange sparks flew into the air, as she caused each of them to fall to the ground. Kaecillius hit the tiles and caused a ripple to form under them, however she was unphased by the attack, and hitting the tile herself caused the ripple to go back towards him and knocked the three to the ground, causing Kaecillius to slightly roll away, as his followers made another attempt to attack her. None of you noticed him slip the ring onto his own fingers as he advanced towards her, a shield produced with one hand, as he went to attack, causing her to defend, as the blade he produced last second went through her stomach, and through her spine. The three of you stood there in shock before he opened a gateway and kicked her through, causing you three to come to life and run towards the gateway she went through, each of you following through, leaving Kaecillius alone. 

-As she fell toward the sidewalk you tried to produce something to break her fall, however you were unsuccessful. Her body shattered a glass ceiling as you landed several feet away, a scream rang out as you did, however none of you knew if it was because of you, or her, all you knew is you needed to get to her. You were the first to stand and start running towards her, your father not far behind as you parted the crowd, and knelt beside her, Strange collecting her dying body as you opened a gateway to the hospital. Mordo standing there in shock and grief as you two raced in and closed the blue ring behind you, Strange taking her straight to a gurney as you two started down the hall, his voice echoed through the space, “Christine!” 

-When you saw her, she looked annoyed, however once she saw the gurney her eyes grew with concern and she took off towards you, your father rattling off, “It’s not fibrillation, she has a stunned myocardium.”

“Neurogenic?” 

“Yes.” You replied, as two nurses took over your place pushing the gurney, as the five of you hurried into a theater. All of them quickly dressed for surgery as Christine looked to you, “You might want to…” 

“She stays.” Strange snapped, “I think she has proven her skills enough today to show that.” 

-As you all rushed into the room, you watched as he picked up a tool from the sterile table, his hand trembling as he did, looking towards you, he extended the scalpel towards Nic, “Nic! We have to relieve the pressure on her brain.”

- As the beeping of a flatline filled the room and everyone rushed to find a crash cart, and increase her oxygen you couldn’t help but notice the glitching of the monitors, looking to your left, you noticed that your father had noticed them as well, his eyes meeting yours with a knowing look, “Go.” 

-You held his body up while he spoke to the Ancient One, who was teaching him the most valuable lesson of all. You were unaware however that she was talking of you out there, “Mordo needs your flexibility, just as you need his strength, and your daughter’s kindness.” 

“My daughter is more than just kind.” 

“You’re right, she is also Intelligent, and figured out Jonathan Pangborn’s secret far before you even fathom it.” 

-When Strange returned to his body, and you both went to the wash station, he looked to you, “Why didn’t you tell me about Jonathan Pangborn?”

“She asked me not to.” You replied, as he whispered, “We are meant to fight Dormammu.”

“I know.” You whispered, as Christine entered the room, the Cloak hovering behind you both as she looked at you, both in the mirror before shifting her eyes to the sink in front of her, and running her hands under it, as your father and you just held yours in the water, however you noticed Strange move his hand slowly towards Christine’s where it softly slipped into hers. 

“Are you okay?” She whispered as you looked to him, his face stiff as he replied, “We have to go away now,” he took her face into his hands as he turned his back to you, your eyebrow raising as he continued, “You said losing my hands didn’t have to be the end, that it could be a new beginning.”

“Yeah.” She whispered, “Because there are other ways to save lives.”

“A harder way.”

“A much, much weirder way.” She answered, as the two shared a chuckle, before the PA system interrupted, “Dr. Palmer to the ER, Dr. Palmer to the ER.” 

“Don’t go.” Your father whispered, as Christine leaned forward and gently kissed his cheek, before leaving the room with a teary smile, your father exhaling as she left, your hand going to his as you leaned towards him and rested your head on his shoulder, “Maybe it is just better this way.” 

“Maybe.” Strange whispered, as you gave his hand a squeeze, “We might need to get Wong though, just for backup.” 

-As you spoke the Cloak attached itself to your father, causing Strange to turn and look at his turned frame in the mirror, as he lifted his hands to pop the collar. A smile pulling on your lips as the Cloak started to wipe the tears from his face, “stop…. stop that.” Strange whispered as he looked towards the collar of the Cloak. 

- When you opened the gateway to the destroyed Kamar-Taj you saw Mordo standing amongst the rubble, your father the first to speak, “She’s dead.” 

“You were right all along, you both were. She wasn’t who I thought she was.” 

“She was a woman, women are complicated beings.” You joked, before getting serious, “She was a complicated being.” 

“Complicated? Complicated doesn’t even begin to describe this, the Dark Dimension is volatile, dangerous, what is it overtook her? She taught us that it was forbidden yet she drew power from it so that she could steal a couple centuries of life.”

“She was only doing what she thought was right.” Strange defended, as Mordo looked to you both, “The bill comes due, it always does. Don’t you see? Her transgressions led the Zealots to Dormammu, there is no one to blame for Kaecillius but her. Yet here we are, in the consequence of her deception, forced to extinguish the world which is currently on fire.”

“Mordo, the London Sanctum has fallen, New York has been attacked twice, there is only one more place they must go.” 

“Hong Kong.” He replied, as Strange continued, “You told me once to fight like my life depended on it, because one day it might, well today is that day, and [Y/N], and I can’t do it alone.

-You opened the gateway to Hong Kong as your father said this to Mordo, and both of you looked to him, before running into the hole. The streets of Hong Kong destroyed as the people run amongst the rumble, embers, and the dead, your eyes scanning the chaos as your father whispered, “The sanctum has already fallen.”

“The Dark Dimension.” Mordo whispered, his eyes casted upon the cosmic cloud that was wrapping around the sanctum, while your eyes met an approaching Kaecillius’s eyes , “Dormammu is coming, we are too late, nothing can stop him.” 

“Not necessarily.” Your father answered as he focused, the eye of Agamotto glowing green as he moved his glowing green hands, and began to rewind time, a running Kaecillius and his followers frozen in time before they quickly reversed direction, the rubble of the destruction reassembling before your eyes as time reversed to before the Sanctum fell. The three of you all running forward as your father dictated, “The spell is working, now if we can get to…” 

-His words were cut short by Kaecillius attempting to strike you, the sound of your dodge drawing attention to you as your hand met his wrist to block. As time reversed around you, you found yourself now in battle with Kaecillius, each blow either of you made interrupted by the landscape rebuilding around you, Strange looking towards you, thinking of any way to help, as Mordo fought the other followers who were strong enough to break free from the spell. As the world rebuilt it took all of you with it, the only one who still seemed to remain in place was your father, each hit you landed on Kaecillius caused him more and more visible frustration. However it was Mordo’s lasso that finally got him away from you, his body flying into a rebuilding wall, as he screamed no.

“Thanks.” You muttered as Mordo looked towards you, “No problem.” 

-The galaxy cloud was still constructing around the building, growing with each moment, however it was something else that caught your attention, “Wong!” 

With a flick of your own magic you caused a resurrected Wong to snap out of your father’s spell, as both men behind you watched, “She shouldn’t have been able to…” Mordo started in a hushed voice that only Strange could hear however it was cut short by you saying, “I know, you can lecture us on breaking the laws of nature after we shut this worm hole.” 

“Deal.” Wong replied as he took your father’s side and looked to the reconstructing Hong Kong sanctum 

“When the Sanctum is restored, they will attack again.” Your father stated

“Meaning we have to defend it.” You replied before the four of you broke into a sprint, however soon you were all falling to the concrete as Kaecillius freed himself and sent out a seismic shock through the ground. When Strange hit the ground, the reversal spell paused, causing everything to stand still as a statue. Mordo, Wong and you all groaning as you started to raise, yet your eyes flickered to your father as he struggled to rise. Your hands already flickering blue, ready to defend, as Kaecillius chuckled, “When will you Strange’s learn? You can’t fight the inevitable. I mean you must admit, it is beautiful, a world beyond time, a world beyond death.” 

“Beyond time.” Your father whispered as Mordo screamed your father’s name, however before any of you could react the Cloak was levitating him towards the cosmic wormhole, leaving you all in the street. 

“Damn it Strange.” He muttered, as he looked towards you, “What are you the next to surrender to Dormammu’s power, and leave us to die?”

“You really should think before you speak.” You replied, as an orb grew larger in your hand, your eyes glowing slightly for the first time ever as you continued, “Unless you want his ball aimed at you instead of Kaecillius?” 

-While Strange bargained with Dormammu for the safety of Earth, and died countless times, you witnessed only a few moments on Earth. Kaecillius hadn’t even advanced toward you three yet. However you soon came face to face with your father, who was a bit more bloody than before, the sound of the Cloak caused Kaecillius and his men to turn as he spoke to your smirking father, “What have you done?” 

“I made a bargain.” He shrugged as Kaecillius and the others started to slowly turned to a purplish ash, Kaecillius turned to you, his voice loud, “What is this witchcraft?” 

“It’s everything you ever wanted.” Your father answered as his cracking face whipped back towards Strange, as you, and Wong rounded around them, “Eternal life as part of the One, however you are definitely not going to like it.” 

-When they were ripped away towards the wormhole, you were left looking up over Mordo, and into the closing cosmic space, “Maybe they should have stolen the whole book, then they would have gotten the memo that the Eternal Life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

“That’s the thing they don’t teach in class, all the warnings come after the spells.” Your father replied, as Wong started to laugh, your father and you both turning to your right to look at his smiling face as his boisterous laughter filled the air, as he laughed at your father’s joke

-As time resumed, Wong sighed, “We did it.” 

“Yes, we did it.” Mordo’s tone was grave as he looked towards you three, and slowly advanced to you, “Only because we violated the natural law.”

“Mordo, look around you, Dormammu’s threat is over.”

“Typical.” He chuckled, “As always you and your father refuse to see that there are consequences for your actions, that there is no price that you must pay. We just broke our rules, just as she did. The bill comes due, Always! A reckoning.”

“Rules are made to be broken.” You replied as Mordo looked to you, “Well I refuse to follow this pathway any longer.”

-As he walked away into the crowded street, your father looked towards you, “Shall we?” 

-You opened a gateway back to Kamar-Tajey, and walked around the stand that once held the Eye of Agamotto, your father sighing as he returned it to its proper place, the cloak hovering off his shoulders as Wong spoke, “Wise choice. You’ll wear the Eye of Agamotto once you have mastered its powers until then, it is probably best not to walk the streets of New York with an infinity stone around your neck.”

“Wait, the Eye of Agamotto is…” 

“Holding the time stone. A stone you have no doubt heard of before, seeing how you helped create the being housing the mind stone.” Wong replied as your father stated, “Does someone want to clue me in please?” 

“The Infinity Stones harness the greatest power in the universe, unparalleled in their destructive capabilities.” You stated, parroting back the words that Thor once told you, as Wong added, “Stranges, you both might have a gift for the mystic arts, but you both still have so much more to learn. Word of the death of the Ancient One will spread like fire through the multiverse, Earth has no Sorcerer Supreme to defend it, we must be ready.”

“We will be.” Strange replied as Wong opened the wall behind you to reveal the New York Sanctuary, “You know Miss Strange, with your abilities you could take over as…”

“Wong, I am flattered that you think that, but I am no Fiona Goode.” You joked as you and your father started towards the wall.

“Who?” He asked, as you just chuckled, “Right, pop culture references go straight over your head.” 

-Once you were alone in the space you whispered, “Home sweet home.”

-Seconds later as you looked out the window at the old Stark tower you asked, “So how long do you think it will take the illusion magic to wear off that rock we found in the street?” 

“I give it a day or two.” Strange answered, as you withdrew the Eye of Agamotto out of your pocket, and handed it to him.

-As a joke you always celebrated the triumph of your father getting Wong to laugh for the first time. You made it a point to mark it on the calendar.

-One day while you were on the roof of the Sanctuary in the small garden you created, Strange came up and looked towards the Stark tower, which you knew had long since been abandoned for the Upstate headquarters. “Do you miss it?” 

“Miss what?” You asked as your hand delicately tipped the watering can over your basil plant.

“Working for billionaire playboy Tony Stark?”

“All the time,” you were honest in that moment, “I mean if you think about it I got to help a man build an empire, I watched as he created things others used to dream about. I worked alongside a man who was a genius, and compassionate, and misunderstood. It never felt like work being with Tony.” 

“Do you miss Sa…”

“I’m done talking about this.” You forced a smile, Strange’s mouth closing in understandment as you continued, “Is Wong coming over for dinner?” 

-Tony was the only person who knew you had learned the Ancient ways. He was always asking you questions on your experience, and he also loved when you were hiding in the lab. Of course neither of you were making anything, but Tony enjoyed being able to hang out with you one and one again, without anyone knowing you were there. Plus you would always open a gateway for him to the kitchen, that way he didn’t need to waste time with the elevator or stairs.

-The cloak adores you, however he never fully listens to you like it does with Strange. 

-The only time his cloak would listen to you fully was when you would ask it to bring something to your father, normally it was an ancient text. 

-Wong came over at least once a day, finally after a week of him always coming over you looked at him from the stairs, his gateway had just opened and he stepped through into your walkway area, “If you want to stay the night I have prepared you your own room.” 

-He stayed over once and a while, but only if he could get someone to cover the library for him.

-You would always wake up to a hot cup of tea with honey on your nightstand, the steam still rising from it as you watched it drift up in the morning sunlight that was breaking through your window. 

-One morning you woke up to the whole house boiling, cause the AC had went out during the night. When you went downstairs you noticed your father walking around on the phone, dressed in a wife beater and dark wash jeans, his normally slicked back hair dampened with sweat as he spoke into the phone, “I am aware a lot of people suffer with this problem, but I don’t understand why it is so difficult to have someone come out to see it today?” When he saw you he motioned towards the freezer, “I got you breakfast, it’s in the freezer.” 

Opening it you saw that your father had stocked the freezer with your favorite ice cream, which you didn’t think he knew. 

-You ended up calling Tony, who already knew he couldn’t physically come to the sanctuary, but he walked you through step by step on how to fix it yourself. He also said that if it failed that you both were more then welcome to join them upstate, but you knew Sam would not be comfortable with that. So you told him, “As tempting as that is, I need this to work.” 

-One morning you woke up in the library chair, the cloak draped over you like a blanket, a smile pulling at the corner of your lips as you muttered, “Good morning Cloak.” 

-Tony called you daily to hang out, and found that most times you both were privately meeting for coffee or drinks at a local dive bar. However on the nights he would drag you to the bars, Natasha, Wanda, Clint, Rhodey, and a disguised Vision would accompany him. 

-Occasionally Steve would join, but he never stayed long. You and him both knew why, however you never verbalized the reasoning. 

-When he would return Sam would be sitting on the counter in the kitchen, his glass filled with an amber liquid as he mindlessly ate a bowl of popcorn, reruns of Nova playing on the tv in the kitchen. Steve would always shrug off his jacket and tossed it on the couch. Walking over to the fridge, he would open it and take a cold water, before turning towards Sam, “You know, Nova should have you host this episode if they ever decide to remake the Lizard King episode.” 

“Should they?” 

“Yeah, seeing how you always seem to be watching it when I get back from the bar.” 

-There was a silence that overtook the space, and hung there for several minutes before Sam whispered, “How is she?” 

“She seems great, she asked about you.” 

“What did you tell her?” 

“That you were being a hermit, and watching Nova at home.” 

“I’m sure she loved that answer.” He smiled as Steve looked at him, looking past the smile and seeing the heartbreak in his eyes, “Why don’t you just talk…” 

“Because why would she want to talk to me after I was such a dick to her?” 

“Because she loves you.” 

“And she’ll move on.” Sam replied, before hopping from the counter and going to his bedroom, as Steve let out a sigh.

-You always invited your father, stating Wong could watch the Sanctuary for a few hours, however he always declined, wanting you to have fun with your friends. 

-When your father summoned Thor to the Sanctuary, you had no idea, but he wasted no time asking, “So you are Lady [Y/N]’s father?” 

“Yes, tea?” 

-You were upstairs, and heard Thor’s voice booming at the base of the stairs. “We could have just walked!”

-You quickly ran to them, and saw him lift his arm to summon Mjolnir. However instead he was greeted with Your voice, “Thor?”

“Lady [Y/N]!” He boomed as you took the stairs two by two and collided into him, his large arms engulfing you as you raced down the staircase and into his arms, his hug crushing all the bones in your torso as you buried your head in his mess of blonde hair. 

“What are you doing here Thor?”

“Well it seems your father has banished my brother to something called a wormhole, in an effort to protect earth. I am here to find my father and bargain for his retu...”

-That is when he heard the thud on the floor behind him, turning he saw Loki laying on the hardwood, and a blue gateway above him, when he looked back to you, he saw the glow of your hands.

“Ahh you are one of Earth’s mighty wizards as well. Does Sir Wilson know?”

“No, we don’t really talk anymore.” You answered as Loki slowly stood and muttered something about falling for thirty minutes. He then turned to threaten your father, causing your father to promptly say, “Alright, goodbye.” And move the gateway over them

“I didn’t even get to say goodbye.” You sighed as Strange chuckled, “You will no doubt see them soon enough.”

-That night, your father asked about your time with the Avengers, a topic normally not discussed. You shared everything, including your departure.

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Different facade N.R

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: R has different faces at different times

I believe people have different personalities that they choose to display at different times. Sometimes it’s often to protect themselves or to put up a brave front for others to see. The most common reason is to prevent people from thinking that they are weak, useless and unworthy of their attention. Sometimes it can be for a good cause such as to prevent people from taking advantage of you or messing around with you.

At times I would put up a brave front even though I was shitting inside. Some missions can be dangerous and scary and there is a risk that I may lose my life on that mission. Natasha being the protective girlfriend that she is, always tries to stop me from going on such missions. But I know that if I didn’t go, she would have to go. The world would lose their hero. Before any mission, I would always reassure her that I’ll be fine and I can handle myself and come home safe. It breaks my heart to leave her alone worrying about me, but I’m determined to do my job.

At times I would be a bit sly and cunning to get what I want. Be it from Natasha or the guys I’m interrogating. I would do all sorts of pranks to get her attention and honestly, she should get an award for putting up with all my stunts. Even Tony is getting tired of it. Sometimes I would manipulate her to walk in a certain direction and ask her to get things for me just because I didn’t want to walk. I swear sometimes she figured out my tricks but continues to do it anyway. Empty promises are what I give to people who I interrogate for information. Hope is what these people need and it’s what I make use of. 

I try to learn all sorts of things. Ranging from bow and arrow, guns, coding, hacking, and science. I try to learn bits and pieces of them. My favourite is learning from Natasha how to create an emergency communication device with scrap metals and wires. Sometimes, with a fresh brain, I manage to pitch in some new ideas to Tony and Bruce. Even when coming up with a plan of attack, I try to think out of the box and present my idea to Steve. Whenever I do such acts, Natasha always tells me how proud she is with my interaction and it just makes me happy and motivated to do more. 

I always take pride in my work and submit my mission report on time. I’m always there for others and often put others before me. Natasha has to remind me to relax sometimes and it’s okay to say what you want or don’t want. Natasha may have had a stressful and bad day where she may lash out but I always let her have her space. It may take a day or two but I am always willing to wait for her. I look forward to the time when she calms down and starts giving me attention, being cuddly and sweet again. 

There are times to put on a different facade as long as it does you well and helps you achieve your goals. 

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[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

deep fic writer asks (sorry if I asked already) I've sent a few of these out tonight lol 1, 3, 7, 11, 14

1. what’s the fic you're most proud of?

I would like to be That Parent™ and say all of them equally, but I'm really That Other Parent™ that is a little prouder of some than others. That said, I'm going to say the seriesHemispheres (Loki/Tony) is one of the ones I'm proudest of. It was the first one to break me out of the one and done fics and into the arena of series. It's not finished - none of my series fics are, and I'm a slow writer these days because of life and responsibilities and just days full of 'can't write for shit' insecurities, and that's apparently put a few readers off because they want to demand a fic be down NOW. Some others that I'm equally proud of as that one are the Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home series (Steve/Loki), the Wantons light of heart series (Scott Summers/Tony), and the Every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite series (Tony/Bucky AU). There are others, obviously, the Bucky/Loki series, and the Steve/Scott Summers series that are up there in my pride zone, and I've got an Emma Frost/Tony Stark one that I'm working on that has one short part to it already posted.

3. what fic are you emotionally attached to?

I'd be very quick to say ALL OF THEM, but the ones I'm most attached to are the ones I've been working on within the last two years. Three-ish. Since the end of 2019. The ones listed above are some of those.

7. how does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

Most days, I'm okay that my fics don't get a lot of comments, especially since I turned on getting notifications for kudos, so it shows me that they are getting positive reactions, but there are some days when not getting comments really bums me out to the point that I think, "Why am I bothering with this?" Overall, I know I'm never going to be one of the "popular" writers on AO3 because there are some subjects I'm not going to touch in fics, and those seem to be what get the popular writers the most comments and kudos and attention.

11. Has a fic you’ve written ever caused issues/controversy?

I don't think any of my fics have caused issues or controversy. When I first published Reach Out and Touch Faith (Kurt/Logan), a few people were shocked that they had sex in a confessional at a small Catholic church that Kurt would go to not far from the school. Don't worry - the priest wasn't on the other side listening in or anything. I don't know if people were necessarily offended by it, but there was some shock and perhaps some clutched pearls for drama's sake. And then my Steve/Loki fic earned me my first hater comments from a douchebag who went by the name Stuckygirl. They didn't sign in to AO3, but they used that name on the comments, so AO3 wouldn't do fuckall about it when I reported them, even though they told me I should kill myself and that they hoped I got raped.

14. Do you compare yourself to other writers? In a positive or negative way?

Very loaded question, but a good one. Unfortunately, when I compare myself to other writers - something I try really hard not to do - it's always in a negative way, with myself viewed as "lacking." It's when I start to feel depressed over a lack of comments, and I read a fic that is so amazing that I think, "I'm **** years old, and I should be writing this amazing by now, and I just don't, so why am I even bothering with it?" It's always a bad path to let my mind take because then it just triggers all the bullshit my ex used to tell me (not about my writing - just as a person), and it's a nasty spiral to go down. Sometimes if I can catch myself before the spiral hits, I'll try and parse out what it is the other writers are doing to be so awesome, and I'll see if I can't apply it to my writing. Then it's not so bad. But yeah, comparisons are bad for me because it's never positive.

Thanks for the asks!

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[keywestlou]

CINDY LITTLE BO PEEP IN FIRST FANTASY FEST PARADE

CINDY LITTLE BO PEEP IN FIRST FANTASY FEST PARADE - https://keywestlou.com/cindy-little-bo-peep-in-first-fantasy-fest-parade/Steve Thompson wrote about the first Fantasy Fest parade. He was proud of Cindy's attire. Related to me everyone thought she looked terrific. He mentions Cindy in his recollection of the parade. I remember the first Fantasy Fest. I believe it was one of the best.  It was so dead for so long around here. We needed something to kick off the year. Tony and Bill from Fast Bucks came to the rescue. They put in many hours and built the best float too. Those first few years were really great. There was some nudity, but none overweight. I had a white standard poodle that looked like a sheep. My wife Cindy went as Little Bo Peep. La Ti Da had a pink Cadillac convertible with a big sign. "Let them eat croissants" was their line. So they threw out croissants to everybody there. My dog Harry ate more than his share. Cindy and Harry made it on the Poster that year. That was forty years ago, now we stay clear. Toga party last night! For some reason, I was very tired. I was in bed and asleep at 8. Unusual for me. Apparently I was the only one. Received an e-mail from Tom Dixon in Buffalo this morning. He watched the festivities on Sloppy Joe's cam last night. Filled me in. A voyeur in his own right. His observation: "Many togas do not cover everything." My housekeeper Sylvia is in this morning. She is the last one I would expect her and her husband to be on Duval in front of Sloppy Joe's last night. They were there! She told me they will be back tonight and tomorrow night. They do Fantasy Fest every year. My sole venture outside the house was at 2 in the afternoon. Tammy's for a manicure and pedicure. The place was deserted. Like a morgue. Asked her why. She explained it is this way every year during Fantasy Fest. Her business is local and they are all working extra hours during Fantasy Fest. She explained next week will be different. They are already overbooked. Trump and DeSantis have become mortal enemies. Bess Levin wrote about it in an article published yesterday in Vanity Fair: Trump Plans To F--K Over Ron DeSantis Two days Before the Midterm Elections. Levin's comments included: "The ex-president.....despises the Florida governor." Trump has scheduled a rally in Miami the sunday before elections. Levin reported: "DeSantis is pissed." A DeSantis aid told her DeSantis feels Trump is placing "an elbow to his throat." I believe the two deserve each other. Neither is of value to the people they have represented, represent or hope to represent. Let them kill each other off. Tampa Bay lost last night. To Baltimore. Tampa Bay's record now 3-5. All about Tom Brady. He's screwed up. The split with his wife. It is affecting his game. The way life is. Emotional problems can be a killer. I feel badly for Brady. His wife and the children, also. Marital woes are disruptive. I know. Exxon yesterday announced a record breaking third quarter profit. The most lucrative quarter Exxon has ever had: $19.66 billion. Exxon should shout a loud THANK YOU to the American public AND drop prices to help reduce inflation. What's a few billion dollars to Exxon? Compares insignificantly to the few dollars it would permit American drivers to pocket every week. Enjoy your day!

[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

Hugs for Loves

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff, angry Buck Buck (not at reader)

Summary: angry cuddles

When he’s angry:

You were trying to finish up your reports from the last mission but you were distracted by yelling coming from the living room. You heard what sounded like your boyfriend so you decided you needed to step in before he did something rash.

You walked in to see him clenching his fist and glaring at Tony. You walked over to him, and stood between him and Tony. “Hey, hey, Buck Buck, calm down, it’s alright, deep breath babe.” You moved and unclenched his fists, and then wrapped your hands around him, his hands automatically wrapping back around you.

You moved to sit on the couch with your boyfriend, still wrapping him in a hug. His head was nuzzled into your neck. You gave Tony and everyone else in the area a look that made them scatter out of the room. “Let go of me doll, I’m fine.” You shook your head, “no way Buck Buck, not till you’re calm and not angry alright.” Bucky claimed to not be angry, that he was fine but you chuckled. “Sure Buck, sure, you definitely weren’t just clenching your fists and looking like you were about to kill Tony.” Bucky grumbled something incoherent but snuggled further into you, so you assumed it was him giving into what you wanted, he could never resist you.

You sat there, hugging and cuddling Bucky, rubbing his back with one hand, until he calmed down. “Love you baby, love you so much, I’m here, I got cha.” After a little but he softened into your touch and then you knew he was calm. You pulled away from him and grabbed his hands in yours, rubbing your thumbs over the backs of them. “Feelin’ better hon?” Bucky nodded and gave you a kiss. “Thank you doll, love you.” “Yeah?I love you too Buck, wanna tell me what got ya so worked up baby?” “Mmm, Tony just kept being stupid, kept saying stuff to make me more mad.” You gave him a kiss to get rid of the small pout on his face.

“Come on my Buck Buck, let’s go take a nap, I can tell you’re tired.” “Do I get more cuddles?” You smiled, “of course Buck.” “Promise?” “Promise.” You did a pinky promise and you kissed your connected hands. Bucky then picked you up bridal style and ran with you to the bedroom. He threw you down onto the bed and then jumped next to you. He pulled you into his arms while you giggled. “Love you Buck.” “Love you more.” “Impossible!” You rubbed your noses against each other, and fell asleep for a nap, cuddled up against each other, the anger in your boyfriend melted away.

When you’re angry:

You had spent hours upon hours baking and decorating a cake for a charity auction. You’d made a three layer cake that was decorated with fondant to represent the charity. Since it was a charity for veterans, it had a flag, and the different branch symbols at the bottom. You were super proud of it and were super excited to bring it to the auction. The charity was one very passionate to you so you really wanted to help them.

You had walked into the kitchen to grab the cake and bring it to the venue, but what you saw had you fuming. Clint and Pietro had eaten your cake! They were almost finished with it when you walked in.

“WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL! That was for the charity auction tonight! I spent hours baking that! I fucking told you all not to eat it!!” You we’re full on yelling, more than anyone on the team had seen before. Normally you were all nice and sweet as sugar, the team had never seen you get truly mad before. Even after Tony ruined your favorite sweater.

Bucky and Steve had just walked in from grabbing lunch together, and they saw you fuming. Bucky walked up to you, hugged you tightly, your face in his chest. He rested his chin on your head and rubbed your back, Steve took this time to move Clint and Pietro out of the room to safety. “It’s gonna be alright doll, I promise. Just take a deep breath, calm down and we can deal with the problem together. Deep breath, in, out, just like that doll.” You had finally calmed down enough so Bucky moved to the living room couch and laid down cuddling you. “So what happened doll? And how can we fix it?” You snuggled further into Bucky’s chest, “you know that cake I made for that Veteran’s injured in war charity auction tonight? Yeah, Clint and Pietro ate it so now I don’t have one to bring. It was gonna bring so much money in for the charity.” You started sobbing a little, dampening Bucky’s shirt.

Bucky lifted your head up to look at him, he wiped away your tears and smiled at you reassuringly. “Hey, doll, the auction isn’t until tonight, we can work together and get another cake made, it won’t be as fancy maybe but, it will taste just as good I’m sure.” You thanked him, and Bucky picked you up and carried you to the kitchen to get started.

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