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lokisprettygirl · 10 months

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First I just want to say that I absolutely love how you write Loki! If you are taking requests, I would love to request something with sweet subby soft Loki feeling anxious or overwhelmed by something the Avengers are doing in the tower, and needs a safe quiet place to get away from it all. Que best friend of Loki who happens to be a domme stepping in and helping him relax (in more ways than one *wink*). Bonus request for mommy k!nk, sensory play, and lots of good old fashioned cuddles. Thanks!

Thank you for requesting dear, it's been a while that something else other than my own series inspired me. I gave it my own take as usual but I hope you'll enjoy nonetheless. Thank you for enjoying my writing ❤️

Sub Loki x Best friend Female reader (Friends with benefits with a happy ending)

Warning: 18+, Smut, unprotected sex, sub Loki, mommy kink, praise kink, blindfold, other kinks, feelings of anxiety and panic state, a mild angst between characters

Being an Avenger wasn't easy, no, Loki wanted to retract that thought, being an Avenger sucked at times

While as a prince when he was on the battlefield at the least he knew that the war would come to an end someday but this job? This journey to redemption that he had put himself on was never ending road and sometimes it got him. It also didn't help that ever since Thanos had taken him he had developed this huge Anxiety that prodded him over any trivial things.

"Once I get the view I'll signal Loki to teleport at the sight" Captain said at the meeting and Loki just nodded at the response.

"Loki you'll walk to the safe and we don't have access to the passcode just yet so you'll have to take the safe and hide it" Natasha said and he nodded again.

"Once we are in the facility, Perhaps Loki can do his mind tinkering thing, I mean I don't see why we have to go through all that trouble if we have him? Are you listening to us?" Tony asked him and he nodded again even though he was close to hurling his guts out. The voices were starting to fade in the background. As soon as the meeting was over he scurried out of the conference room and braced himself against the nearest wall he could find, he felt as if his heart would explode and he would cease to exist any moment.

And then he thought of you, the girl he had been in love with hopelessly since he saw her, but also the girl who always reduced him to being just her best friend. Sure they had their thing on the side, a little arrangement that pleased them both from time to time when the tension between them got too much but as soon as the act was done he always found himself craving for more, he needed you, he wanted everything with you. He wanted you.

You were almost done with your day when you received a message from Loki so you picked up your phone "Can we meet?"

A smile crept on your face as you got the text, you saw him almost everyday but these were the type of texts that you knew will push you two in the little arrangement you both had on the side. It wasn't easy though, being friends with benefits with God of mischief himself wasn't something you desired, if you weren't so terrified of having your heart broken and lose a dear person again you would have taken this further and deeper with him, you would have put your heart on your sleeve again for him but you were terrified.

If someone like Loki was to break your heart, you knew you wouldn't survive and come out sane on the other side.

"Pepper, can I go?" You asked your boss so she smiled and allowed you to leave for the day. Instead of going into your room you went to Loki's instead and knocked twice. As he opened you were hoping for him to grab you and kiss you like he normally did whenever he had all that pent up sexual energy that he needed to let out but instead you were met with his sullen little face,

"Something wrong?" You asked him as you entered and closed the door behind you, your arms wrapped around his waist and he immediately placed his head down on your shoulder. You then brought your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to comfort him, he seemed stressed, you had seen him like this whenever he used to get a nightmare and would come to your door so you'd talk to him but this was different.

"I can't do this, I am not fit to be an Avenger darling" he said softly as he pulled his head up to look at you, his eyes were teary and lips so close to yours, he cupped your cheeks but he didn't kiss you, he never made the effort until he knew you had the same thing on mind, he never wanted to cross a line with you in the moment even though you both had no silver of decency left between you.

So you kissed him indeed, it was soft and romantic, a lover's kiss even though you both were anything but that, you were not lovers.

"Why would you say that, my sweet boy? You're doing so good" you whispered softly and the nickname immediately made him want to curl up against you, the voice you used on him melted every inch of him, in every possible way. Your fingers curled around his neck as you kissed him again, your tongue swiped over his lower lip and he lunged to take you in his mouth but you denied him the pleasure,

"You're thinking too much aren't you?" You whispered softly but your tone was authoritative and he knew where this was going. That's exactly what he needed at the moment.

"I can't stop ..it's too much, i uhh–" the words caught up in his throat as your hands caressed the bulge in his pants, he was hard the moment you had him in your arms.

"Shhhh calm down for me alright? I'm here baby I'll take care of you okay?" You walked with him until he had hit the edge of the bed and made him sit down,

"Blindfold?" You looked him in the eye and the look of worry was now replaced with desire, he always made you feel as if you were the only woman in the universe who could ever bring out that look in his eyes. Only if you weren't so broken yourself you might have taken the leap of faith. He conjured a piece of cloth that was made of the finest silk so you tied it around his eyes, as soon as his vision was gone he held onto your waist as if to find something familiar to hold on to in the darkness. You still had your work suit on and that always made you look bossy, which was perfect for moments like this.

Grabbing the hem of his t-shirt you pulled it over his head, the sight of his gorgeous ripped physique made you bite on your lip involuntarily.

"You're so pretty, have I ever told you that?" You asked him softly as you laid him down on the bed. You had indeed told him that, a millions of times, that was one of the first things that made him want to be submissive with you, the way you praised him always made him feel so weak for you.

"Mommmy please..I need you" he whined desperately and you felt the instant twitch in your cunt as the heat started to build up. As said before, the lines of decency were crossed a while ago.

Perhaps it was the need he had to be coddled by a feminine woman, perhaps it was his own mother who never ever showed him such motherly love, or maybe it was just purely sexual, the forbidden nature of the kink that made him want to address you like that or it was all of it, you didn't care really, you enjoyed it when he got so whiny and desperate for you, when he got so sensitive that only you could take care of that itch he had. You knew enough about the god of mischief to know that he wasn't the type of man to do this with just anyone.

He trusted you. He relied on you take care of him in his most vulnerable state.

"I'm here sweet baby boy, I'm right here..okay?" And you trusted him to show this side of yours too. Before you met him you never had this urge to dominate a pretty little boy like him but as soon as you had your eyes laid upon him, something had awakened in you, this incessant need to ruin him drove you crazy.

You took his shoes off and then the pants followed, the sight of him all naked with just a blindfold on was almost too much to bear, you wanted to go crazy on him but that's not what he needed tonight, he needed love making, even though you weren't sure if you were supposed to use that word with him. He wasn't your lover.

You took your skirt off, the sound of your zipper being pulled down perked up his ears, he was imagining it all in his head, he had sensitive senses due to his heritage even in his normal state so when one of the senses was deliberately deprived, the other ones heightened even more so. He heard the sound of your skirt dropping on the floor and as soon as you took your underwear off he smelt your arousal in the air and he wanted to bask in your sweet scent.

You crawled on the bed and on top of him before you sat down on his thighs, your wet lips drenched his muscles instantly. As soon as your fist wrapped around his cock he couldn't help but thrust his hips forward, he must have looked obscene but he didn't care, he never cared how vulnerable he was being when he was with you.

"Mommy can I touch please..please i need you" he mumbled and then he bit on his lower lip in anticipation so you grabbed his hands and placed it on your bare thighs so he ran them up and down slowly, the moan that escaped his throat as soon as you allowed him to touch you was sinful, he treated you like a goddess that he was blessed to merely put his hands on.

You gave him a slow stroke and every time you did he thrusted his hips into your fist, fucking himself slowly and intimately, his abs flexed and relaxed with every thrust, that v line defined with every move, his mouth remained open as the sensations began to build in the pit of his stomach. He was a beautiful beautiful man, truly a god in his true form.

You loved him so much it was unreal. And that's exactly why you couldn't have him, he was unreal, he was too good for you. Or that's what you thought.

You let go of his cock and pulled him up by his hands so he was in a sitting position, lifting your hips up you sunk down on him slowly, his head lulled back as he found himself surrounded by your warmth, you were always so tight, so constrictive and he loved being suffocated this way.

"Tell me how does this feel my pretty boy?" You asked him while unbuttoning your shirt, his hands sneaked inside the shirt and unclasped your bra, once you were all naked he placed his head down on your breasts and breathed in deeply. A small growl emitted from deep with in his chest.

"Feels so good mommy, so good, I have missed you, don't ever leave me untouched for this long again" he mumbled incoherently and your eyes teared up at the intensity of his words. .

"You deserve to feel good baby, you're an Avenger and you're the strongest of them all–" you mumbled to comfort him, you hadn't forgotten about his anxiety and the reason why he was so tensed.

"Someday I'm going to ruin it I know, like I ruin everything..I'll ruin it"

"No you won't..you won't, you never ruin anything my precious little boy, you're perfect, absolutely perfect" you pressed your finger on his lips as you rode him back and forth, the sweet whimpers that escaped his mouth was delight to your ears. You took the blindfold off and as soon as his eyes met with yours he kissed you. His lips trailed down and sucked on your neck, making sure his lips would leave an imprint for days to come.

"You won't fail Loki, you're doing so good baby, i know it feels too much at times but you just have to stop thinking about everything at once and focus on what's important and what's the first thing that you have to tackle the next day, you hear me?" He nodded as you said that before his lips latched onto your nipples and he sucked on it.

"You like that?" You asked him as you picked your pace but his mouth never unlatched from your nipple, he focused his attention from left to right and then vice versa but he didn't want to stop.

"Yes mommy, I love… you"

He whispered almost inaudibly and your heartbeat raised, well even more than it should have while you were having this mind numbing sex.

"I love you pretty baby…cum for me now, fill me up, mommy needs your cum inside her" he exploded as soon as those filthy words infiltrated his ears, the way you clenched so tightly around him as you rode your own high was milking every little drop of release out of him. If he could choose to never leave this room, if he could choose to stay buried in you forever he would but you never wanted it, you never wanted to change the arrangement. He placed his head back down on your bosom again and you leaned your head on his own to calm down your own breaths.

"We need a shower" he chuckled as you said that and in a moment he was off the bed, with his cock still in you as he took you to the bathroom. As he pulled out of you under the running water, you both watched his cum seep out of your cunt and run down your thighs.

These are the things best friends shouldn't do, not at all.

"Are you feeling better?" You asked him softly so he leaned into you to kiss you but you pulled away and he sighed.

"Yes thank you darling" you smiled and walked past him to grab a towel then you wrapped it around your body before you moved back to the room, you wanted to get dressed and leave, once the night had ended you both will go back to being friends like you always did, it was never awkward with him because none of you made it that way.

He followed soon after and you already had borrowed a tshirt from his closet to put it on, it reached your thighs and your room was just a few steps away from his so you didn't want to put on your work clothes again just to walk into your room where you'll have to change it again.

"I'll give it back tomorrow" you said to him as he pulled a brief over his long legs and he hummed in response.

"Hey champ, you'll do good tomorrow okay, you'll be just fine and I'll be seeing everyone going crazy after you once you're back from this mission" you walked towards him and hugged him to wish him luck for tomorrow but he didn't say anything, he was just staring at you "Good night" you tried to leave but he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to his chest.

"Did you hear what I said to you? Did you hear me telling you that I love you?" He said to you, his eyes bored deeply into you and you couldn't escape this time even if you wanted to, he had never been this assertive before.

"Did you hear me responding that I love you? You're my best friend, we both love each other and care for each other, that's what it is Loki"

"Is that all I'll ever be to you? Are you telling me you just see me as your friend?" He asked you softly, his voice sounded so sad so you sighed.

"It's not going to work lo"

"How do you know?"

"Because I don't expect a man like you to stay loyal to me, too many temptations around you and I don't want to ruin our friendship, do you want to do that? Do you want to lose me as a friend?" You asked him and tried to walk away but he grabbed you by the shoulders to pull you closer again, he might be a submissive baby in bed but you knew how he was outside of the bedroom and you loved that side of him too.

"Our friendship was ruined the moment you decided to bed me sweetheart, I'm tired of running away from this, from our feelings for each other"

"Loki–"

"I haven't touched another woman since you came into my life, even though you weren't to claim as mine i did give myself to you completely the first night i buried my cock inside you" you looked at him a bit shocked and a bit pleased as he said that but your fears remained.

"What if someday you're bored of me and done with me?" You asked him , the nervousness evident in your voice, he had never seen you so vulnerable before, atleast not when it comes to your feelings towards him. He held your cheeks and kissed you softly, his thumb brushed over your lips and then he kissed you again, it was tender and romantic, it was the most romantic kiss you have ever had with anyone really.

"What if I was to ask you the same?"

He mumbled against your mouth and you shook your head..

"The fear of what will happen in the future shouldn't stop us or ruin our present my darling, perhaps we will talk about this in the morning? Stay the night with me please" he spoke softly, he just wanted you to stay for once, he didn't want you to leave after blessing him with such pleasures, he wanted to hold you and be held by you all night long.

"Sleep with me" he mumbled again as you didn't respond so you got on your tiptoes and kissed him deeply, he picked you up in his arms and laid you down on the bed before he snuggled you like a baby.

"What if this is a mistake loki? I don't want to lose you too, you're the only person in my life I can be myself with, you're my only friend lo" he held onto you tightly as you voiced your fears to him. He wished there was a magic word he could have said that would have eased your nerves somehow but he didn't have anything, he just had thousands of years ahead of him to prove to you that he'd never hurt you like that.

"And you're my one and only girl, my only woman that I feel safe with, you think I'd ever want to lose you? Perhaps you should think again" a smile formed on your lips as he said that. You allowed your fears to backtrack for the night, maybe you just needed to take a final leap of faith.

And deep down in your heart you knew that this time around you won't fall on your face, this time your man will be on the other side to catch you.

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rogersideup · 9 months

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Nice to be Kneaded

Chapter fourteen

Cinnamon Roll

Series Masterlist

Previous part: Cardboard Castle Next Part: Everything will be Okay

Word Count: 7,758

Warnings: Please read. My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI. Mentions of medical equipment, loss, abuse, PTSD, anxiety and depression. This chapter contains dialog and storytelling of the loss of a pregnancy. If this is a topic that weighs heavy on your heart and is too difficult to read, please skip to the next chapter. 🤍

The whole of the month you got to spend with Steve in Greenwood completely unapologetically was as magical as it could've been. Perfect was an understatement.

It felt like good stepping stones to really get life back on track after the blip. Although you had already gotten a good grip before your arrest, motivation to do better now that you had Steve back at your side was at an all time high.

He got to see all the work you did on the bakery while he was gone, and needless to say the hours you'd devoted worked really well. Business had never been better, and operations have never been smoother.

Though he did have to go back to New York for a little while before he could officially make the move over to the house next to yours, his absence was nothing like the first time.

This time, you knew he was alive and well. The two of your texted all day long, and would have conversations on the phone for hours on end about everything under the sun and nothing at all.

You'd send each other pictures of what you were doing throughout the day. Coffees in the morning, lunch with the Avengers, cakes you decorated that day, dinner with the girls, his fitting for a new suit, your outfit for that one bridal shower.

And in the loneliest hours, your sunflowers would glow. Sometimes if he was having trouble falling asleep in his bed all alone, he'd press his watch to see if you were awake.

Since there was a time difference, your necklace usually lit up around the time you were just getting home from work, so you were happy to make his sunflower glow. The two of you even made a little code.

Once was to say hi, a simple message to let each other know you we're thinking of them. Twice in a row was I miss you, three times was I love you.

Usually at night he would send one to say hi, and make sure you were there, and you would send one back. Then he'd send two to tell you he missed you, and you would send two back. Lastly he would send three, and you'd send three back.

It made you smile every single day. Such a simple, and easy way to know he was always with you even when he physically wasn't anywhere near.

Since he had been gone for two months, and you sill had a month and a half without him, you also took the time to really strengthen your social circle. With the loss of Georgia as your best friend, you found it a good time to really focus on other people in your life who meant a lot to you.

You felt comfortable with your friends now, confiding in them felt easier, hanging out with them felt like less effort, and every day you just felt better.

Steve did a lot to help you find acceptance in the blip, and in turn, he found his own as well. He reminded you that it was okay to start moving on from what was lost and start living your life to the fullest again. And that you did.

You still missed Georgia, especially this time of year. With a particularly traumatic event anniversary looming upon you and rapidly approaching, you found yourself wanting to knock on her door to talk about it. She was the only one who really knew the whole story, the only one that showed up for you that day when you needed someone.

Even though you desperately wanted to talk about it, somehow you couldn't let the words roll off your tongue to anyone. Not to Steve, not to your friends, and your therapist was blipped. Unfortunately, a lot of people turned to therapy after the loss of half the people in the universe which mean the waitlist to get a therapist in your insurance network was miles long.

You were close with your friends now, even best friends with some, but everyone's lives were so chaotic nowadays that you didn't want to trauma dump on them. And sweet Steve, states away in a city that was busy and a job that was even busier while packing up his stuff and arranging to move far away.

Deep down you knew if you told him he'd feel guilty for being so far, and once he knew, you knew he'd look at you through different eyes. Perhaps confiding from thousands of miles away would be easier, he'd had more space to process, and you wouldn't have to look him in the eye when you'd tell him why you've been so sad lately. But maybe from thousands of miles away, he didn't even have to know.

The last thing you ever wanted to do was burden anyone with your emotions. You didn't want to exist loudly in a room during a time that made you want to slip by completely forgotten.

And quite honestly, letting the words leave your mouth and settle into his ears made what happened to you even more real. It wasn't just a tale between you, your last lover, and Georgia.

It would be a real tragedy you'd have to face once more, over and over and over again.

Every morning you'd wake up and the date was displayed proudly on your phone screen, and every day counted down until the grand finale of your grief. Every day closer to the date was a day closer to putting that date behind you.

So, you decided to just be strong. Two more days and it would all be over again until next year. You'd put a brave face on, go to work to distract yourself, come home and go on a walk to distract yourself, dinner and a TV show to distract yourself, then go to sleep until it was time to do it again the next day.

The plan was working, in fact it had worked so well that you never allowed yourself time to process any of your emotions until it hit you like a tone of bricks the day before the anniversary.

It happened mid afternoon while at work while reading a custom cookie request for a baby's first birthday party. Wild one. Jungle animals, pretty monstera leaves, number ones with the little boy's name on them.

A knot formed in your throat faster than you could swallow it away, and tears filled your eyes and the need to cry stung your sinuses. The way you abruptly stood up from in front of the computer and announced you had to go scared pretty much every employee in the store at the time, but your body told you this was an emergency. It was like the building was on fire and every nerve was bouncing around in your brain telling you that exiting was your only means of survival.

You cried on your way home, you cried all the way up the stairs, you cried until you could change into comfortable clothes and get into bed. You laid there in silence and starred up at the ceiling for awhile. Day two of your period happening to fall during this time seemed like the universe laughing in your face. More pain, and heightened emotions. The palm of your right hand over your lower stomach, the palm of your left curled around your necklace.

Everything in you wanted to squeeze it to send Steve a little glow, you even wanted to call him to hear his voice for even just the slightest bit of comfort you could get, but once again, you just couldn't.

Steve was a smart man. He'd know a message from you around this time of day was out of the ordinary, he'd ask you about it, and you wouldn't be able to get yourself to lie to him. But you couldn't tell him what happened yet, still not ready for it to be true.

So you got out of bed and flipped through the hangers in your closet until you found his hoodie. You let it cover and warm your body like the big hug he'd give you if he was here right now, then crawled right back into bed. One hand on your lower stomach, the other clutching the sunflower.

You thought about him for awhile, how he'd react if you just doubled down and talked to him about what happened. The biggest part of you was terrified he'd be left feeling differently about you in the worst way possible, like telling him about the way a past man in your life had treated your body would make you unfavorable for him. But the smaller part of you knew he'd speak comforting words to you over the phone, and support you in anyway he could from so far away. He'd remind you that he'd be back sooner than you knew, he'd offer to fly over the moment he could. You really didn't want to bother him.

Fuck. You missed him. Okay, he gave you the necklace for a reason, you should just use it.

You squeezed it twice. I miss you.

You observed it in the palm of your hand for a while, waiting to see if he noticed you had sent him a little message.

Then, it lit up twice. I miss you too.

A long exhale passed your lips in an effort to take some calm breaths to convince yourself everything was okay. It's been three years now, that's 1,095 days you've survived since than, you have every means necessary to make it 1,096.

Then, your necklace lit up three times. I love you.

You squeezed it three times back. I love you too.

That little reminder was enough to snap yourself out of it for a while. You watched a movie in bed, took a shower, then called it a night early around 7:30pm. But you couldn't sleep, your mind was racing way too fast alongside your heart. A little while later, your phone rang beside you and you didn't even open your eyes to pick it up, you already knew who it was.

"Hi, baby" Steve's voice filled your room.

"Hi, love. How are you?" You asked, trying to sound normal. It didn't work.

"I'm good!" He answered. "I called you so you didn't get scared."

"Scared?" You questioned, throughly confused.

"Your front door is about to open, but it's fine. Don't worry about it." He said.

"...my front door? Is about to open? And I shouldn't be scared?" You reiterated.

"Yeah, it's totally fine. Pay it no mind." He confirmed.

You could hear the lock and knob rattling from downstairs, then the familiar sound of the door opening and closing.

"Okaaaaayy? Do I want to know who's in my house right now or should I just continue to pretend like this is totally fine and normal?"

"No it's definitely totally fine and 100% normal." He reassured. "Hey, why are all the lights off right now?"

"Are you in my house or is this like... some sort of Avengers secret spy thing and something is about to try and kill me but it's going to be fine because I'm on the phone with you?" You asked, heart rate increasing by the second.

"Everything is fine, including the footsteps up your staircase." His voice dropped to a whisper.

"Steve..."

"I'm coming in"

You bedroom door knob turned before it opened, revealing a slightly disheveled Steve in cozy clothes with a backpack on his back and flowers in his hand.

"Surprise!" He greeted you with a big smile, and sleepy eyes.

"Steve! What the h- why are you here?!" You happily jumped out of bed and practically tackled him in the biggest hug you could manage.

"Cause I missed you!" He enthused, keeping his balance despite how much force you had used to knock into him.

"I missed you too!" You squeezed him tight. A hug from him was exactly what you needed right now.

“That conference thing next week got canceled and I had nothing on the schedule until then. I was already contemplating it, then you said you missed me so I hopped on the Jet and now here I am!"

You giggled before rocking up on your tippy toes to reach his lips for a kiss. "I'm so happy you're here!"

"I was just going to come in and walk up but I really didn't want to get the police called on me today." He explained.

"Yeah, that definitely would've scared the shit out of me." You agreed with a smile as you got a good look at his face. He looked tired, his eyes were sleepy and swollen, his shoulders and posture was relaxed, and his voice was raspier than usual. "You seem tired, are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine!" He assured you. "I did some agility training this morning and it kicked my butt. I'm just tired and sore."

"You? Sore?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Unfortunately." Steve grinned, then he noticed your face. Your nose and eyes were red, they lacked that usual sparkle he was used to. The smile he loved so much seemed like it was the first time it occurred all day long. "Woah, Sunflower what's wrong?"

You watched his face change from happy to concerned in a split second. He set the flowers down on the dresser, and slipped his backpack off before setting it against the wall. "Oh, nothing I'm okay."

"At what point are we going to learn that I'll never believe that?" Steve denied your claim.

You raised an eyebrow at him as he sat down on the edge of your bed and pat his lap, prompting you to sit. Unfortunately, even with him right in front of you, you still couldn't get yourself to talk about it. Only half the truth was going to have to make due for now.

Sitting sideways on his lap, you hid your face away in the crook of his neck and let his strong arms squeeze you tight and support your body as your curled up into a little ball. Right here, hiding away against his body and behind the protection of his arms was where you felt safest. You wished in that moment that you could spend the rest of today and all of tomorrow here.

"Didn't even realized how much I needed this until right now." You confessed, melting into him him butter.

"Talk to me, Sweetheart. What's going on?" Steve asked, pressing kisses to your forehead.

You sighed, feeling bad that this was supposed to be a happy surprise but you're ruining it for him. "Sorry, just- hard day at work, cramps, hormones making the hard day even harder." You explained.

"Really?! Didn't you just get your period like..." he counted on his fingers. "Four weeks ago?"

"Cruel isn't it?" He forced more smiles out of you.

"So cruel." Steve agreed. "What happened at work?"

"Super busy as usual, I just kind've felt like I was drowning all day and unable to keep up."

"I'm sorry, Baby." Steve pouted before kissing your cheek. He had a strong suspicion that there was more happening beneath the surface, but he also understood that it was getting late and his presence was unexpected. You probably needed more time to warm back up. "How can I make you feel better?"

"This is more than enough." You smiled, squeezing him tightly with your arms once more. "Thanks for coming."'

"Anything for you" He squeezed you back.

Since it was already pretty late and you were both tired, you got into bed and cuddled up close. Once again, you were amazed by Steve's ability to be by your side when you needed him most, even if he might not have realized how impeccable his timing was. His heart beating calmly and slowly against your palm did wonders to ground you, and the loving exchange of words and slow kisses calmed your mind from running too far ahead of itself.

Steve eventually drifted off, but sleep never arrived for you. Most of the night was spent staring up at the ceiling and holding Steve in the embrace he subconsciously had you in.

He had woken up a few times in the night completely unnoticed by you, or maybe you just didn't have the energy to acknowledge he was awake, but each time he caught you with a hand on your stomach and your eyes glued to the ceiling. At one point he even tried to help you. He trapped you in his arms and you hid your face into the crook of his neck once more, your legs tangled up with his and his warm hand cradled the back of your head. You kissed his neck in appreciation and really tried your hardest to turn your brain off.

Then, when Steve woke up the next morning you were out like a light. Your body was completely on top of his, and so relaxed you might as well have been a piece cooked spaghetti. He stayed with you for a while, making sure to massage your back and play with your hair, but he realized after a while that there were no signs you were anywhere near ready to wake up and function for the day. As carefully as he would diffuse a bomb, he slipped out from underneath you and tucked you back in super tight before kissing you goodbye and going for a run.

By the time he finished a disgusting amount of miles and actually tuckered himself out, he showered and made his way back to you. Carrying his feet up the stairs, he found you dressed for the day, hair done in a cute little clip, sneakers on your feet, but also slouched over with your head in your hands.

The sound of the door opening alerted you to pick yourself up, but it was no use. You couldn't even hide that you were miserable.

"Good morning, baby." You stuck your arms out for a hug.

"Morning" He leaned over and gave you one without question, before squatting down in front of you. "Still not feeling good?"

His face was full of so much sympathy it made you want to curl up into a ball and cry, but that wasn't an option right now. Not when your girls at the bakery called for help even though you blocked today off just for yourself. "Is it really that obvious?"

"You look beautiful," He kindly smiled as he took his hands into yours. "but you don't seem like yourself, and I can tell you didn't sleep much last night."

"I didn't, that's for sure."

"You have to go to work?" He questioned sadly.

You nodded with regret and apology. He flew all the way here just to see you, but all he got was the worst version of you and now none of you at all. "I'm sorry, the girls asked me to come in, they're drowning in work just like I was yesterday."

"No, don't be sorry." Steve reassured you, his kind smile persisting. "If you need help with anything just let me know, alright? You know I'm happy to help."

"Thank you, Stevie." This time you smiled. "I feel really bad that you came all this way to see me and all you've gotten is...this." You referred to yourself.

"Hey, don't say that." He furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm not here to only love you when you're at your best, Sunflower. I love you just as much like this as I would if you were happy and bouncing off the walls."

"I love you so much." You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He kissed your cheek, then you pulled away. "You know if you ever want to talk about anything I'm here for you, judgement free right?"

"I know, and I appreciate that." You nodded, contemplating your words and desperately trying to find the right ones. Remembering the last time your trauma caused you to feel too scared to talk to him, a light clicked in your head when you remembered he thought it was his fault. "I'm going to be honest and say that today is going to be a hard day, but if you just give me until tomorrow I promise I'll be better."

"So there is something wrong?" He questioned gently, your hands shook in his hold so he rubbed the back of them with his thumbs.

You nodded. "I'm sorry. I just- I don't know how to talk about it. And I have to go to work for a while so I don't even want to open up a whole can of worms right before I have to go. It's been so busy I feel like I can't even breathe, plus with all of this it just feels like everybody wants too much from me-"

"Hey, it's okay, just take a deep breath." Steve reminded you. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, I'm not going to make you. There's no timeline, you don't have to be better by tomorrow."

"I'm sorry" You apologized again, taking a deep breath.

"You're okay" He squeezed your hands. "I love you, and I want to support you the best way I can."

"I love you too. I'll see you when I get home?"

"I'll be here" Steve reassured you.

Work was fine for a little while, you were able to completely shut off the brain noise as you helped catch up on cake orders and played barista in the front. But a few hours before closing there was a huge rush, and it never slowed down until you had to cut off the customers from coming in at exactly closing time. Then there was so much to do that you couldn't even think about anything happening in your personal life if you wanted to. There were a million different things happening at once, each of your employees had a million questions for you, each question distracted you from every task from the long list you so desperately needed to complete.

You got yelled at by more than one customer, and it definitely wasn't a pleasant experience. Words of how you're a terrible person with worse business ethic were spat at you, reminders that you're a bitch and you lost customers over not serving chocolate chip cookies after closing time.

One woman even made a comment to you after calling you incompetent that made you hold back a laugh from deep within your soul. "I came all the way here to get the same treats Captain America eats and this is what I get? Steve Rogers would make sure everyone in line got something instead of cutting people off and sending them home empty handed."

You could've explained that every single one of your employees was already putting in more hours than normal. They were all exhausted, on overtime, and you were trying your hardest to not ware them all out more than you already have. You could've said the bake case was almost empty anyways, there wasn't even enough to serve everyone in line. You even could have even given them one of the last few pastries in the case to make up for the inconvenience, because really you did feel bad.

But instead, you condemned her for being rude to you. You stood your ground and asked her to leave. Normally you wouldn't stick up for yourself like that in the bakery, you always had a professional response to everything and any situation that was thrown your way. But there was an anger bubbling inside you since you woke up this morning.

Three years ago the universe took a lot from you, and today when you just needed to give back to yourself, you were met with nothing but people taking more from you.

Steve was at home waiting for your time, the girls needed your effort, the customers needed more than you could offer them. They called you names, you worked yourself to the bone, and you were harboring guilt all dealing with a plethora of your own issues. So yes, you yelled back at her.That wasn't something you were going to feel bad about. She had it coming.

However, the anger from the day boiled inside you as you closed the bakery and made your way home. Saying you were overwhelmed and overstimulated was an understatement, and knowing you had an opportunity for just a few moments of alone time was the only thing holding you together.

You rushed into your house like a tornado, the front door slammed behind you in your residual gusts of wind. Not even bothering to lock it, you bolted up the stairs, straight through your bedroom and right into your bathroom where you subconsciously slammed the door once more. The bath was filling with steamy hot water and bubbles from your favorite soap in an instant.

Being so laser focused on a long hot bath, and being so stuck in your own anger made you miss the way Steve was sitting on your couch. You missed him locking the door behind you with big wide eyes, you missed him calling after you, you missed the way you had slammed not only your bedroom door, but also your bathroom door right in his face as your ripped through your house.

Quite honestly, Steve was feeling deeply concerned. He had never seen you anything but quiet and gentle before. Even on your saddest days you walked gently as if the ground was made of wispy cotton candy, you moved calmly, everything you did was quiet. But this? This was like the Tasmanian Devil from looney toons had possessed his girlfriend. This had him timidly knocking on the bathroom door before he entered, which you also somehow seemed to miss.

He poked his head in but didn't dare to enter. You were ripping your shirt off and kicking your shoes off your feet at the same time. "Everything okay?" He asked quietly.

"Jesus Chris-"You shrieked and jumped out of your skin. "What the fuck- dude. Don't sneak up on me like that."

"I'm sorry, I thought you heard me." Steve defended himself. "I was calling after you, I knocked on the door."

"Okay well, obviously I didn't hear you." You snapped, immediately feeling guilty but also feeling completely unable to take down your attitude down a notch.

His eyebrows raised, feeling surprised by your reaction towards him. "Are you okay?"

"Im so tired of being asked that as if I'm some ticking time bomb." As you continued undressing, you glared at him. You fucking hated that question, especially at this moment when it was very obvious that you were not. But, you could tell that your defensiveness was making him defensive, and that made you all the more anxious but you just couldn't stop. "But i'm just peachy! Thanks for asking!"

"I'm not what you're mad at." He reminded you. "I'm not the enemy."

He was right, but telling by his tone he was definitely not happy with you. "Can I just get some time to myself?" You took some deep breaths, but your tone was still putting up its fight. "Maybe like an hour? Please?"

Though Steve knew you were going through something, this was the first time the two of you even had anything close to an argument. He was trying not to feel hurt but he couldn't get Georgia's words out of his head. They played over and over again like a record with a deep scratch in its grooves.

She'll love you so hard, but shut you out when things get emotionally tough in her head. So much so that it'll suffocate you.

"You're shutting me out." Steve mumbled. He didn't know if it was to himself or to you, but either way it slipped passed his lips.

"I'm not shutting you out, I just need an hour to pull myself together because I can't regulate my emotions right now and I don't want to hurt your feelings by saying something I don't mean." You explained, pulling your hair up into a bun while your heart raced out of your chest.

"Should I not have come?" Steve asked, hurt in his eyes.

"What?" You asked, slowly remembering something you had overheard but completely blocked out from your memory.

"I feel like I shouldn't have come here." He said again, this time he hurt your feelings.

That one line from him set you right back into the way things used to be with your ex. You shut down your own feelings to protect yourself, and started pushing him away. "Are you feeling suffocated?"

His head snapped up and his eyes burned holes into your body as you sank into the bath. "I'm sorry I don't understa-"

"If you feel suffocated you can just go home, breathe some fresh air somewhere I'm not." You spat, trying not to cry.

"You heard that conversation with Georgia?" He asked, finally piecing together the puzzle.

"My window was open, I had no choice." You explained. "I know that she probably planted a little bug in your head. You've probably been worried about it every day since she said that to you."

"Sunflower you can't just-"

"Can't what?" You spat, arms resting on the side of the tub. "Tell you I'm not in a good place and I need a day to just feel better again? Communicate that I need some alone time to avoid exactly what's happening right now? Tell you I already feel bad about how you came here just for me to be in a not so great mental state?"

He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out so it snapped shut.

"I'm trying Steve. I'm trying to be better, trying to not be so... suffocating but right now I'm giving all I have. This is it. And if it's not enough, you can just go home and we can deal with this later. I have nothing left."

"I'll leave if you want me to, but I can't get the Jet out of the hanger until the morning." He grumbled.

"The Jet?" You questioned, the cracks in your heart shattered even deeper in your chest.

"You told me to go home."

You chuckled as to disguise the way your heat shattered at the confirmation of your worst fear. Greenwood didn’t feel like home to him, and you were holding him back in the small town when his heart beloved in a big city. "Well I thought we were both in agreement that your home was one door over."

Steve immediately realized the damage he had done and instantly felt terrible for misunderstanding you. The guilt squeezed his chest making it hard to breathe, now he was the one who needed some time to himself just to reassess the damage that had been done and formulate a way to properly fix it.

"It is but I thought you meant-" The words continued escaping him. He couldn't even formulate a proper sentence anymore. Honestly, each of his words dug him a deeper grave that he had to lay in so he just decided to shut up. That's probably what you wanted from the moment he accidentally scared you in the first place.

"If you don't feel like this is your home, it doesn't have to be." You scolded him. "And if I'm suffocating you, you don't have to stay here. No one is forcing you to put up with any of this."

"Yet I'm still here, aren't I?" He pointed out.

"I need an hour." You firmly set your boundary. "Minimum."

"That's fine. I'm just... I'm gonna go home." Steve mumbled.

"Guess I'll find out where that is later." You said your peace before letting the whole of your tired body sink into the hot water.

Steve watched your lip wobble and your eyes close as you settled into the tub. One single tear fell down your face as you took some deep breaths and waited for the sound of the door to slam shut. It never did, instead there were footsteps towards you and the gentlest of kisses on the crown of your head before he left and the door clicked quietly behind him.

You used a little battery powered remote to turn off all the bathroom lights, and let the tears fall quietly as you kept your eyes closed and made peace with not being okay for a while.

The warm water, small dark room, and a cozy scent felt like the best sanctuary away from the craziness of the world. The warmth and pressure of the deep water felt like the hug you really needed all day, and the lack of stimulants made you feel as though you could catch your breath again.

Meanwhile, Steve went home and set a timer on his phone for one hour and one minute. If you needed a minimum of an hour, that's what he would give you before letting you know what he so desperately needed you to hear.

Just as your mind relaxed and you felt like you had a good grip on your emotions again, Steve's alarm went off.

The completely dark bathroom illuminated with a soft golden glow, even with your eyes closed you could see it through your eyelids.

Slowly opening them, you counted three lights. I love you.

Your hand moved up from its spot on your lower stomach, and gripped the sunflower on your necklace.

You squeezed it three times. I love you too.

Watching his watch light up gave him enough courage to get off his ass and actually execute the very plan he thought of the moment he stepped out of your front door.

A little while later, your bath ran cold and your eyes grew heavy so got out and dressed yourself. You dragged your heavy feet down the stairs for a calming cup of tea to help you sleep, they shuffled on the hardwood floors of the first level and stopped in place when you saw a sleepy and sad Steve on your couch.

His blank stare at the tv was distracted by your entrance, so he sat up and started explaining himself. "You told me to go home, but my home is wherever you are so I settled for the couch."

Everything in you ached, and you hated every second of the little argument you just had.

"You don't have to talk about what's happening, and we don't even have to talk about what happened upstairs until you feel better, but I don't want you to be alone." Steve explained, keeping his voice mellow and calm.

In that moment, you surrendered. Your white flag waved high up on a pole, and you chucked all your fears out of the window.

What happened to you was real whether people knew or not, and you and Steve were already on a pretty rocky road. Whether this would patch up the potholes or open up a sinkhole didn't really matter to you anymore. You were just desperate to not feel so alone inside of your own head.

So you walked towards him and dove into his arms. Much like he did last night, he held you safely against his warm body without question.

No longer asking if you were okay, he just let you be sad. He knew now that not everything needed a solution, but you definitely needed support.

You stayed there for a little while, finding the strength to let him in while simultaneously basking in his body heat. Really, he thought you weren't going to speak another word until tomorrow morning. But when he heard your quiet voice tucked between his neck and shoulder he almost couldn't believe it was coming from you.

"Three years ago my ex shoved me down the stairs." You started. After that you almost stopped, you could've just left it at that. You even waited a few moments to see if he had a response to that, but it seemed like he was more so waiting for you to continue. "We had a really bad argument right in the hallway, well, it started in the bathroom and he led me to the hallway. Something I said really pissed him off and he shoved me backwards. I lost my balance, fell down every single step."

Steve's arms wrapped tighter around you, unsure of when or if he was supposed to say anything to you. But some arm rubs seemed to do the trick as you settled deeper into his body and opened your heart to him.

"When he recalls the story, he said I tripped over my own feet and for a little while I believed him." You added.

"We're you okay?" Steve practically whispered.

"We got into that really bad argument because he had gotten me pregnant on accident" You revealed, feeling nervous to the point of nausea.

Once again, he didn't know how to respond to that, but he let out a little grimace hoping that where he thought this story was going would end up a thousand times better than what was in his head.

"It was an accident but I was excited, I always wanted to be a mom and I knew I could do it whether he wanted to be present in it's little life or not. He wanted me to terminate the pregnancy pretty early on, but I convinced him to let me take charge. I would do everything on my own, he's never have to lift a single finger, that's what we agreed on." You explained. "I was 12 weeks along and we found out it was a boy. I was so happy, but he just... blew up. He said I was trapping him- intentionally trying to ruining his life because I had everything I wanted in the palm of my hand. It was that same day I just so happen to trip over my own feet."

"I'm so sorry." Steve already knew this had a bad ending, he couldn't even brace himself for it.

"Baby lost his heartbeat before I could even make it to Greenwood Medical. Georgia was out of town when it happened, I didn't want to upset my mom with the news and loss of a baby in the same phone call, and my ex said if I needed to deal with the consequences of my own actions so I was alone in the hospital room for four days after an emergency extraction and sustaining a plethora of other injuries until Georgia could come him." You continued the story. "She brought me home from the hospital and took care of me night and day for a whole week before convincing me to file a police report. But the second he found out that I was trying to take legal action against him, he packed all his stuff and left. We couldn't even find him to serve a restraining order against him after that, nobody even knew he was in Arizona until a year after he left."

"When he was found, was a restraining order served?" Steve questioned.

You nodded. "I'm usually okay. I can think about the baby without getting sad, I remember those 12 weeks through rose colored glasses even though I was so terribly sick every day. But this is the one time of year I can't beat it. I get angry that it happened, I just wanted to track him down and scream in his face, I just feel mad at the world when I see happy moms with their kids. And this year, my period just feels like a cruel reminder that I'm definitely not pregnant."

Steve kissed your head as he tried to find the right words to make it better, but nothing could. Quite honestly, if he had been through anything like that, he was sure he wouldn't be as put together as you were regardless of the argument you two had, and the fact that you felt like you were falling apart.

A lot of situations clicked into place through your admission. Your fear of the hospital, your subtle reaction to him asking if you wanted kids, your hand that never seemed to leave it's spot on your tummy while you stared up at the ceiling last night.

"I usually spend this day alone, but everyone needed a lot from me today. Work was stressful and customers were yelling at me when I already had very little to offer the world. I didn't mean to shut you out, and I definitely didn't mean to be rude. I just... snapped and I'm really sorry." You finally apologized feeling so much lighter already. "You didn't deserve my attitude, and you weren't what I was mad about."

"It's okay, I knew something was wrong and I let my own hard head get in the way." He accepted. "I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions and not really hearing what you were saying."

"I completely understand, if you didn't know I get that my behavior probably seems completely irrational and dramatic." You sympathized. "I think you handled it pretty well."

"Nothing about your behavior today has been dramatic, and I definitely didn't handle that well." He denied. "But I know now, and I'll do better next time. I'm so sorry that happened to you, Sunflower. I don't even know what to say, but I'm sure you've heard every bullshit greeting card invalidating response under the sun already."

"Oh trust me, I know I'm young and I could just pop out another one whenever I want to." You chuckled at the accuracy of his statement. "Don't worry, I know Jesus or god or whoever is up there has a baby ready for me whenever I'm really ready to be a mom."

Steve physically cringed at those two statements, "Is there anything I can do for you to make this day better?"

You shook your head with an artificial grin. "Your patience and understanding has been more than enough."

He kissed the top of you head, and thought long and hard about words he could speak to bring you comfort, but you spoke again before he did.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my pregnancy sooner. I wasn't trying to hide it or keep it a secret, it's just.... It's hard to talk about. And I found that when I told people I was always met with these pitiful looks and sentiments that always made me feel worse than when I just kept it all bottled up. It's also something that I definitely would've been punished for in the past and I'm just trying really hard to unlearn all of the fear that comes along with rebuilding healthy relationships. I'm never trying to push you away when things get hard or shut you out, sometimes I just get scared and I don't know how to handle it."

"Well I think you're doing a really good job." Steve softly grinned down at you. His praise warmed your heart and your cheeks. "I can't imagine any of that was easy, so thank you for sharing that with me."

"You make it easy." You let out a sigh of relief.

"You're always safe with me, Sunflower." Steve reminded you. "Always. I mean that. I'm here for you whenever you need me for anything no matter what. Nothing will ever change the way I love you."

"Our love for each other has been pretty unconditional so far hasn't it?" You giggled.

Steve thought about what you said before smiling in agreement. "Yeah, we have been through some crazy stuff together haven't we?"

"I'd say so." You agreed.

"Did he have a name?" Steve questioned.

"The baby?" You reiterated.

"Yeah" he nodded with a grin.

"I never got the chance to give him one" You denied, "but I was calling him cinnamon roll."

"Awww cause he was a little bun in your oven?" Steve pouted because it was just too cute to handle.

"Exactly"

"Well in all the time cinnamon roll had with you, all he ever knew was the best mama in the whole world." Steve acknowledged, not wanting to dismiss what your grief was reminding you off today.

You lip trembled despite your genuine smile, and your eyes filled with tears. "Damn it honey, I just stopped crying."

"It's okay to cry" He smiled with you, giving you another squeeze. "Shedding some tears is wonderful way to spend the day regardless of the pain. It's just a reminder of how much you really loved him and I think that's beautiful."

"Thank you, Stevie, for everything. You're the best person I've ever had in my life, and I love you so fucking much." You dug your face back into the crook of his neck feeling an overwhelming amount of love for the baby you never got to know and the man holding you close.

"I love you too." He gently rocked you.

"I think you'll be the best dad in the whole world one day." You thought out loud.

"And you're the best mom ever."

Once again, that statement made the tears fall past the surface point. Steve let you quietly cry in his arms until he unintentionally lulled you to sleep.

But tonight unlike any of the night of the previous three years, your tears were full of joy. And instead of drifting off and thinking of the loss and the what if's, you thought of something much happier.

You reminisced on all of the times, the years, you settled for scraps. The times of your life you begged of any ounce of affection and support, you thought you had to earn it. When you did, the attention was laced with rejection, resentment lingered through every word and every touch.

And now you got to fall asleep in the safety of the arms of your favorite person. His words came without incentive, you didn't have to beg for his touch. You didn't need to earn the tender moments or reassurance.

It all just came so easy.

Though religion was something that escaped you early in life, you were convinced this new life you had was good enough to be heaven sent, and Steve was the closest thing to a real life angel you'd ever see.

You slept soundly that night knowing that one day whenever you were ready, you'd have a little cinnamon roll to love for the rest of your life.

And maybe a honeybun.

Maybe a popover.

And with full confidence they would be half you, half angel.

Next Part: Everything will be Okay

Please note that I understand I’m covering heavy topics in this series, but I wholeheartedly believe it’s important to highlight an experience that is unfortunately very common in womanhood. To be anything but a cis white man is to fight in a world that wasn’t made for you, and I think writing only experiences of sunshine and rainbows for readers is a disservice to capturing living a human life. Much love and lots of light to everyone reading 🤍🌟

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CHAPTER TWO OF A SERIES

chapter 01

pairing : miguel o’hara x fem!reader

warnings : mild description of blood/injury; cursing throughout. enjoy :) dm if you wanna be added to the taglist!

word count : 3.5k

miguel gets hurt during a mission. he doesn’t want your help, but you give it anyway. things get a little bit heated.

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If I had it my way, I would never go home. It all just feels so stale, and boring. After getting a taste of something like the Spider Society, it’s difficult to return to a place where half the city hates you.

Truly, that’s not even why I don’t like coming back. I mean, that’s apart of it, but there’s a far more real, physical problem that makes me dread walking through the portal today; the man waiting for me on the other side.

Strange is not a bad guy. Sure, he’s got his quirks, but at his core he is just as determined to help people as I am. It’s just that he’s become a bit insufferable since I joined Miguel and the others; insufferable, like I cannot stand to be around him for longer than 10 minutes before feeling like I’m going to implode. But I can’t spend time on my Earth without reporting back to him, because if I don’t do it myself he’ll just find me, anyhow.

“Look who decided to show up.” I squeeze my eyes shut and bite my tongue, feeling irritation already brewing in my chest. Taking a deep breath, I turn to face the doctor. He’s wearing a grey robe—a normal one, not a magic one—pajama pants, and slippers. It’s 3pm.

“Can you get off my case, just this once? I had to deal with something.” I certainly did. Hobie and I spent the entire morning and early afternoon scrubbing away at the damage we did on Monday, despite objections from the other spiders. I was right, everyone thinks the lobby is too sterile. But of course, Miguel knows best.

“Something? Is that something tall and annoying?”

“Oh, don’t be so hard on yourself, Strange. You’re not that tall.”

He stares at me like he’s going to start laughing, and then he just sighs, walking past me. “Come on, let’s get this over with. I have something to do later.”

“Something? Is that something... a lady?”

The doctor scoffs, waving his hand to tell me how stupid he thinks I sound. To be fair, that wasn’t as good as his, but I couldn’t think of anything else. But he doesn’t say no, so I assume that this is his way of letting me know he’s going on a date later. Even though Strange and I have our differences, we’ve known each other for long enough that I can be happy for something like that—his last date was more than a year ago, and it ended with a slap and a suit soaked in red wine, so I can only hope this one goes better.

“You’ve been gone for longer this time,” he says, as we enter his study. For a man that claims to be so uninterested in material goods, he seems to have spared no expense in the decor of his living space. Sure, the sanctum was already pretty lavish, but I know for a fact that some of the shiny objects I’m currently looking at were not in here last time.

“It’s fine. It’s different for the others ‘cause a lot of them don’t have other heroes, but we’ve got the Avengers! The city doesn’t really need me that much,” I counter, taking a seat in one of the plush burgundy chairs. The cushion sinks a little under my weight, just enough to be comfortable. I need to invest in some better furniture for my apartment, because this is the best chair I’ve ever sat in.

Strange shakes his head, and takes a seat by his desk across from me. “It’s not about that. People are noticing that you’re gone, you know. And not just civilians.”

My eyebrows raise. “That’s ominous. Who’re we talking about here?”

“Tony, for one. God, that guy is irritating. I’m starting to wonder whether I should just tell him, so he stops calling.”

It takes all my willpower not to remind him just how similar he is to Stark, but to be fair, Tony annoys me more than Strange ever has. It baffles me how some of the other spiders actually work with that guy. Maybe he’s cooler in their universes.

“Just tell them I’m on vacation or something. That’s normal, right? Even heroes take vacations,” I suddenly feel like I can’t sit anymore, so I stand and start to fiddle with the things on his desk. A heavy blue sphere that looks like crystal catches my eye, and I pick it up without asking, turning it around in my hands. I can see my own reflection.

“Yeah, but not without saying anything. And put that down. It’s my paperweight.”

I look up at him to see he’s being entirely serious, and I regretfully do as he says. What an extravagant paper weight.

“So, what am I supposed to do? Get on Jimmy Fallon and announce my temporary retirement?”

Strange takes the paperweight from the place I’ve left it and starts turning it around in his hands. Asshole. “Just don’t spend as much time there as you do. You need to balance it, or else this isn’t gonna work.”

It sounds like he’s trying to tell me what to do. That’s an issue of his; always trying to be in charge of everyone and everything around him. I used to fall in line with that, but I have two control freaks in my life now and the newest one doesn’t really leave room for anyone else.

“Listen, Doc, everything’s gonna be fine. If Stark gets too nosy, I’ll just come back and make something up. You have more important things to worry about than where I am, and I have more important things to worry about than you,” I fire back, narrowing my eyes slightly as I watch for his reaction. He doesn’t seem fazed by my defiance; he’s more amused. Doesn’t matter—it’s time to get out of here and get what I really came back for anyhow. (Boba. The Spider Society has every drink imaginable in the cafeteria except boba.)

“Alright. You do what you want, but just be careful. You’re messing with things beyond your understanding, you know. Even beyond mine.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

Before he can launch into a rant about how this is very much not a ‘whatever’ situation, my watch vibrates. I think that it’s probably my empanada alarm—I set one so I can bring Miguel food everyday at the same time, because I noticed that if I bring it after or before he gets too busy to eat it. But it’s not. It’s from Jessica, and she only calls when there’s something serious going on. I almost feel guilty for thinking that this is the perfect escape from this tedious conversation.

“See ya, Strange. Duty calls.”

And just like that, I’m gone, barreling through a wormhole on my way back to my new home. I think it’s pretty much gotten to that point, anyhow. I’ve probably slept in my apartment on Earth-72 like 3 times since I joined up.

When I step out, I’m greeted by more chaos than usual, which is saying something. The room is filled with panicked shouts and spider-people running in every direction; including up and down. Hobie is nowhere to be found, and neither is Miguel, or Jessica. A chill runs down my spine. Something is wrong.

I see Ben talking frantically to someone else and I rush over, beginning to panic a bit myself. “Ben, what happened? Is everyone okay?”

He grimaces. “Miguel, Hobie, and Jessica went to take care of an anomaly. It turned out to be worse than they thought it’d be, and we sent back up, but nobody’s come back yet. They’re all dead, man. They’re all gone...” When he trails off, his eyes unfocus and his eyebrows furrow, obviously getting lost in his melodramatic bullshit once again.

My heart is steadily climbing up my throat. For the first time, I find myself unable to sit through this with him, because for the first time, it’s actually scaring me. “Shut up and tell me where they went.”

He doesn’t even time to come up with something dumb to say before the room is suddenly lit up in oranges and pinks, swirling for just a moment before they collapse in on themselves, and out come just the people I was panicked for. First comes Hobie, and despite a slight limp he seems just fine. Then Jessica, with no physical wounds, but a look on her face that tells me the worst is yet to come.

And then Miguel pours out, almost collapsing onto the floor before he clutches his stomach, forcing himself to stay upright. I can see a dark patch of what I assume to be blood on his right ribcage, and though his mask is on I can tell his face is twisted in pain. My hands almost reach out, as if I could grab him from my distance, but I settle instead for an expression that must look like I just witnessed yet another tragic family death.

“What the hell happened?” I say, quickly walking over to the three. Spiders that must’ve been sent as backup exit the portal quickly after, all groaning and sporting some sort of injury. Jessica’s eyes go hard and she pins me down.

“You should’ve been here. We needed you,” she scolds. Every time she talks to me this way I always feel like a little kid, despite our ages not being too far apart. Guilt chews away at me the longer I stand there, trying not to turn my attention to Miguel and the way he’s trying to hide how badly he’s hurt.

“Give her a rest, she’s been workin’ hard. We got it done, didn’t we?” Hobie chimes in, his voice slightly strained. I wonder just how badly this fight went for everyone to have gotten hurt; the need for any backup at all is startling, seeing as usually it only takes one of us to finish an anomaly off.

“With a lot more collateral damage than there needed to be. Someone take Miguel to the infirmary, he’s banged up bad.”

I turn to him, but he’s already started stalking off.

“I’m fine,” he calls, but I can hear the weakness in his voice; it’s lacking that dominance, that certain tone of his that makes you want to obey every word he says. So I follow behind him.

“Miguel, let me help. I promise I’ll be gentle.”

“No.” It comes out as more of a whimper, which I’m sure was not his intent. I swallow at the way my stomach flutters and continue to walk by his side, unsure of where he thinks he’s going. There’s no way he’s going back to work like this. For god’s sake, he still has his mask on, so he must not really be going anywhere. He’s just trying to get away so he can wallow in his suffering and refuse all help. I won’t let him, not today. If I can stand up to Strange, I can stand up to him.

I move so that I’m blocking his path, and cross my arms in front of my chest, hoping to hide my heavy, nervous breathing.

“I’m not asking, I’m telling. You need medical attention, but if you won’t let a professional help you, I’m going to.”

Miguel studies me. I can tell he is, even though he still has his mask on. His eyes narrow and his posture slumps just the slightest bit, like he’s given up. For just a moment, a thick tension hangs in the air, pressing hard on my chest, but then Miguel inhales deeply and breaks the spell. He doesn’t say a word; he only nods, and pushes past me. This is professional. This is me helping a friend. Me helping my boss. So I should treat it as such. Right?

𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪

Miguel wishes he let himself bleed out.

That would be preferable to the situation he has put himself in instead, he thinks, as he watches your face. He’s seated on a chair in his room, his suit peeled down to his feet so you can have access to all his cuts and bruises. He has imagined himself like this with you so many times; you nestled between his thighs, your fingers dancing across his abdomen as you carefully sew his gash shut. In his mind, it’s always led to more sinful activities, and those images are playing on a loop behind his eyes as he watches you. He swallows hard. He remembers a few nights ago when he let himself get off to the thought of you, and he almost recoils from your touch.

“Does it hurt?” you ask, glancing up at him with so soft a gaze he feels like he’s going to melt into a puddle at your feet.

“No.” Miguel figures that speaking plainly will aid him through this, because if he lets you hear but a tremble in his voice he’s sure you’ll know.

You’ll know that his heavy, labored breaths are not because of pain or exhaustion, and that his grip on the arm of the chair is not to brace for each movement of the needle. You’ll know that he’s thinking about how pretty you look on your knees. You’ll know that he wants nothing more than to grab you by the shoulders and kiss you, hard, to slip his tongue into your parted mouth and squeeze all the softest parts of you.

“Ok,” you say, smiling. “Tell me if it does. I can be gentler.”

He’s not sure you can.

It’s torturous, how slow you’re going. You don’t want him to feel pain at your hands, the idea of which pokes worryingly at his heart, but Miguel thinks if he sits here with you for any longer he’s going to lose his mind.

“Did you guys, uh...” you trail off, some semblance of guilt clouding your pretty face. “Did you guys actually need me?”

Oh. You’re ashamed that you weren’t there. Miguel will not tell you this, but he’s glad you weren’t there. If you got hurt like he did he would have ripped the anomaly apart with his bare hands. And that would be a little hard to play off as just normal boss duties.

“No,” he starts, and you brighten up for a moment before your expression sinks once more. He didn’t mean it like that. “If you were there you would’ve just gotten hurt like the rest. You would’ve gotten in the way.”

Why, oh why, did he say that? It’s not even true. From an objective standpoint, you being there would have helped them immensely. Even Miguel acknowledges that you are one of the most talented spider-people he has recruited—though, the only person he acknowledges it to is himself.

“Oh,” you say, your voice soft and quiet. The sound makes his chest ache.

Miguel wants to say something more, but he stops himself.

You sew him up in silence, which he thought would help, but now he can only focus on your breaths that fan over his bare skin, and your tongue that is poking against the corner of your lips as you concentrate. He feels his cock ache just the slightest bit and his eyes go wide, realizing that the worst possible thing that could happen right now is very, very close to happening. This needs to be over, now.

“That’s enough.” Miguel tries not to sound panicked, but he’s sure some of it slips through the cracks. You pause and look up at him with confusion.

“I’m almost finished. Just sit tight, it’ll be over soon.”

You move to continue, and in his fear he pushes your hands away. “Don’t. I told you, I don’t want your fucking help.”

He can see you’re hurt by that. God, what a fucking mess this is. The last thing he ever wants is to hurt you but it seems in order to keep himself from you, that’s what he has to do. The day you find out about the perverted, disgusting ways he thinks of you is the day he will disappear forever. He would sacrifice anything to keep that from happening.

“I don’t understand. Why do you hate me so much? God, why do you hate everyone? All we ever do is try to help you.” You back away from him, still on your knees, and your hands fall frustratedly to your sides. Miguel is surprised by this reaction, because he’s so used to you letting everything he says slide right off your back. But he’s gone too far now, he can see that. Your eyes are shiny and your forehead creased in defeat.

He can’t say anything, because if he does words will come out that he needs to stay hidden. So Miguel just watches you with eyes he’s sure are hard and cold, and he sees your face fall even further, your tongue poking at the inside of your cheek as a bitter laugh escapes you.

“Fine. Do it yourself.”

You toss the needle onto the table with the rest of the supplies and stand, moving to leave. And this is what Miguel wants, right? He wants you gone. But he betrays himself, because before you can even reach the door, he finds words bubbling in his throat and he’s unable to stop them.

“Wait. Don’t... you can stay.” It doesn’t even sound like his voice. He sounds weak, weathered by a raging storm that refuses to let up. You pause, but you don’t turn, crossing your arms in front of you as you sway from side to side. And Miguel’s body is aching to reach for you, to tell you the truth. That he is so infuriatingly infatuated with you that the very idea of you leaving makes him twitch.

“I’m...” it feels like his throat is constricting, trying not to let the words out. “I’m sorry. That was... unnecessary.”

You still don’t move, and Miguel’s sure you’re going to leave anyway. But then you do turn, and the smile on your face is so wide that he panics for a second that he’s said something more exciting than what he really has.

“It was mean. But, I accept your apology. Thank you, Miguel.” You’ve said his name hundreds of times before, but this time he feels a surge of something strange in his chest; but not like before, in the shower, or when you were between his thighs, staring up at him. Something stronger than that. Something scarier.

He swallows hard. “You can, uh. You can finish up now.”

You’re between his thighs again. One of your hands is flat against his stomach, keeping the skin taut, the other sewing away, your elbow resting on his thigh. His chest is heaving again. But he’ll fight it, if it means you’ll smile. You’re still smiling.

“Does it hurt?” you ask, glancing up at him again.

Miguel sighs sharply. “A little bit.” You smile a little harder.

“Sorry. I’ll be gentler.”

Again, he’s not sure you could.

𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪

CHAPTER THREE

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Wanda Maximoff Needs a Hug - Chapter Five - Series

Summary: Since joining the team, Wanda Maximoff has captured all of your attention, even if she has no idea about this. In a six-part story, you'll do your best to give her everything she needs and maybe she never thought she deserved it. Along the way, you two might end up realizing you were in love with each other the whole time.

Warnings: (+18), Friends to lovers, smut in the last few chapters, slow burn, conversations about self-love and individual worth, mentions of anxiety, past trauma, avengers being a family, canon-fix, a lot of magic. | Words: 4.964k

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Chapter Five - Wanda Maximoff needs love

Thor was temporarily on earth. And he wasn't going to be long. Apparently, the Ragnarok mythology had just happened and after losing his home, he wanted to visit Jane one last time, even if they were no longer together.

And well, since he was around, he visited all of you as well.

Wanda, after offering her polite greetings, retired to her own room.

She prepared an incredible bath in the bathtub of her suite. She wanted - needed - to relax.

And she didn't have to think about anything. Not about stumbling into the room of a bar hostel at three in the morning, and finding you moaning her name in bed.

Not to think about walking inside without knocking, without caring whether you saw her or not, and sitting down in the only armchair available. Not to think of how you freaked out and stopped the movements inside your pants, and she looked you in the eye and told you to keep going.

Not to think of all the soft sounds that escaped your lips when your fingers started moving again.

"Wanda we shouldn't... you said ... we were friends..." You tried to ration, and Wanda wondered how much of the potions' effect had already worn off for you to question her.

"Then be a good friend and keep rubbing your pretty pussy for me, okay?" She could hardly believe what she was saying, much less the sound that escaped your throat, the way your back arched into the mattress. Her throat went dry. "What are you thinking, detka? Did you wish it was my hand? Fucking you like this."

You whimpered her name, increasing speed. "Please, Wanda..." You begged breathlessly, and it was her turn to moan, squeezing her thighs together. The room seemed to get hotter and smaller with each sound that left your throat. "I want you to touch me... wanna feel you!"

Something definitely happened, because you spasmed at once, moaning to the ceiling. Wanda bit her lips, watching you recover from your high, your hand still buried inside your pants.

"I feel... itchy." You muttered, definitely still spellbound. Your hand left your pants, wiping away the wetness that Wanda wanted so badly to have a taste of, on the sheet. "I'm so fucking warm. Do I have a fever?"

Wanda had to chuckle, her body still burning with lust. You gasped again, and suddenly, you were taking off your bra and effectively all the air out of her lungs. "Jesus, Y/N." Wanda grumbled, and you raised an eyebrow, somehow only now signaling that you had spotted her.

"It was squeezing my tits. Save it for me." You throw the bra in her face, and Wanda grunts softly. Your next action is to lie down, and the brunette places the item on the armchair, trying to normalize her breathing and ignore the way she is still aching under her panties.

And unlike the memory, where she surrendered to the potion and fell asleep, Wanda let a hand drip into the water, all the way to between her legs.

She would be lying if she said it was the first time. Or that it would be the last. It started way back when you two first started sharing a bed. Or maybe it started with the training.

In any case, she was familiar with the intensity of an orgasm achieved in her own fingers as a result of an image of you in her head. She was also used to the guilt that came afterward.

"Oh, detka, just like that..." She can't help it imagining you were there. Imagining what it would be like if she had had the courage to interrupt you the night before, what it would be like if you walked in on her now. Her climax came intense and strong as it always did when she thought of you, and this time, with the image of you coming, something different happened - The jars of shampoo quivered around her, a soft wave of magic reaching the entire bathroom. Wanda didn't even bother to worry, washing her pleasure in the water, breathing in softly.

The night before, you said you loved her. Was it so ridiculous to think that it could be the same way as she loves you? And it was so unfair that you didn't remember the night before. She didn't want to deal with it alone. If it was going to feel so bothered, let it be that you were going through the same thing.

Despite the frustrating situation, she had this light and contented look on her face as she walked downstairs to the kitchen, and Natasha immediately knew.

"Oh my god, you two totally did it last night." Declared the widow, and Wanda nearly knocked over the cereal pot in horror.

"How-what-when-" she stammered, her face burning. The widow squeezed her eyes at her.

"Clint told me he found you two drunk in a room. And a lost bra in the story. And just look at your little face, Maximoff. Is Y/N really a goddess when it comes to sex?"

Wanda stumbles back shaking her head. "I have no words for you, Romanoff. We're never going to have this conversation." She practically runs out of the kitchen and gets the impression that Nat would have followed her if Steve hadn't called the widow for a chat.

Wanda hid in her room, and if anyone asked, she was definitely not avoiding you.

–//–

"You've been avoiding me." Wanda almost grunts against the wood. "I'm hurt."

"I'm sorry." She murmurs, and you are surprised that she doesn't deny it, and immediately loses the relaxed posture for a worried one.

"Hey, did I do something wrong?" You ask, and Wanda feels the tears forming behind her eyes. She opens the bedroom door fully to have space to hug you, and you hold her at the same time.

You haven't done anything wrong, she wants to say. Only her, over and over and again, and again for months.

You just grow concerned about the reaction. "Am I such a terrible drunk?" Your joke only makes things worse, but you have no way of knowing. Wanda holds you tighter, and thanks that even though you can feel her tears wetting your blouse, you don't pressure her to talk about it, and accept her justification of just feeling stressed.

She brings you in and tells you about everything. Well, not everything, but what she feels is relevant to say. About the witch in the bar, and the subject of a coven.

"So, she didn't say how we found other witches?" You question half frustrated. You want so badly to help Wanda, and you feel your hands are tied like hers.

She sighs, pushing her hair back. "It makes sense if you think about it, detka. Witches have been marginalized in history. Now they protect themselves. She told me that a coven claims the witch, and asked where I was hiding all this time. Maybe, and this may be a long shot, none of the witches approached me because I was with Hydra when I came of age."

You sigh. "It's a risky possibility." You say sincerely. "It's not like it's impossible for a witch to get into a military installation. They have cool tricks, the most Hydra had was guns."

She twitches her nose gently, looking at you affectionately. "Sometimes I forget how much you love witches."

You laugh. "How could I not? My favorite person is a witch." Wanda feels her cheeks heat up, and she giggles awkwardly, looking down at her lap. Seeing the way she's gone shy, you add, "I'm obviously talking about Hermione Granger."

Wanda chuckles, giving your shoulder a gentle nudge, but keeping her hand in place. You look at her expectantly, your breath hitching like hers.

She does open her mouth but doesn't know exactly what to say. You swallow dryly, seem suddenly tense, and look away.

"There's something I want to talk to you about." You declare, and she feels her heart soar at the serious tone. She withdraws her hand back into her own lap, and hugs one of her knees.

"Okay."

You sigh, mimicking the position and resting your chin on your knee. "Thor's been here a few days, right? We spent some time together, catching up." You mutter. "And I... damn, how do I say that without sounding ridiculous..."

Wanda giggles confusedly. "Just say it once, honey."

You swallow dryly, looking away. "You know everything I know about my past, right? And about how I basically know nothing. " You start with a humorless laugh. "Well, this whole thing with Thor and his homeland happened, and you were training and I didn't want to worry you, but... um, I've been different. I am different. Stronger, much stronger. Not physically, the other way."

Wanda frowns. "What are you talking about?"

You sigh in frustration that you can't count right. "Well, you know how Hydra found me in Norway, right? In the same city from where Odin stored the Space Stone in WWII. It was not a coincidence. Thor told me that Odin before he died, shared a secret with him. About another child he saved. That child was me."

Wanda stares at you in complete surprise, and you clear your throat. "Wait... so you...?"

"I'm Thor's niece-"

"You're a real goddess?" Wanda cuts you off with an excited exclamation, an almost proud smile on her lips. You blink in confusion. "I don't believe it! Stark owes me fifty bucks."

"Stark... wait what... You bet-"

Wanda was getting up to the screen tablet connected to the bedroom door, calling Tony. It didn't take long for the other avenger to answer from the lab, and he spoke first.

"Let me guess, she told you she's alien." He sneered, and Wanda laughed.

"And you owe me 50 bucks."

"Don't get so cocky, Maximoff. It would be 100 if you had gotten the planet right."

She rolls her eyes, and hangs up, turning to you with a proud expression. She leans over and kisses your forehead before sitting down next to you, a little closer than before without noticing.

"Sorry to interrupt your story, sweetheart. This is so incredible! I mean, are you happy about this? Are we happy about this?"

You laugh softly, running a hand through your hair. "I haven't decided about that yet." You retort sincerely. "Actually, my whole thing is not to die, Wands, so Thor thinks that maybe, I'm the daughter of Hela, his older sister, and goddess of death."

"Oh, and where is she now?"

"Dead." You retort clumsily, surprising her. When she makes mention of assuring you, you shake your head. "It's all right. I didn't really know her as a mother, and well, I've been an orphan all my life, nothing's changed. Except, well, this."

You raise one of your fists, and Wanda doesn't notice anything different until you sigh, and open your palm, a black flame in the center. She adjusts herself on the couch, impressed.

"Wow, cool." She murmurs, reaching out to touch under your hand. The skin warms, but not like there is flame on top. "Does it hurt?"

"Not at all." You assure, showing off as you make the flames dance, and managing to make Wanda laugh with the illusions of fire that look like two girls dancing around. "I'm sorry for keeping it a secret. The masters at the Kamar Taj helped me control it, they figured it was some late ability of the Space Stone. But now with Thor's return, I know better."

Wanda turns her attention away from your hand, and you make the flame go out of sight. She stares at you intently. "Do you know who your father is?"

You sigh, shrugging. "He was probably human, assuming he's dead. When they rescued me and exposed the Hydra files, Nat and Steve found a good portion of the tests they did on me. It read hybrid specie, and I always found it interesting to consider myself a god, after all, they nicknamed me as an Angel. But now, we know that I am half Asgardian. With luck, maybe Dad was a Kryptonian."

Wanda twitches her nose, laughing softly. "If comic books were real, of course." She reasons in the same humorous tone, making you laugh. But you sigh again a moment later and sound so tired.

"Thor thinks I would find out more about my past if I traveled to Helheim."

Wanda frowns. "Wait, if I remember Nordic Mythology correctly, isn't this the Realm of the Dead?" You sigh, nodding. Wanda tenses up. "But you'd have to die to-"

"Not while being Hela's daughter." You immediately reassure her. "I'd be gone for a while. I don't know...how long on earth."

Wanda swallows dryly, pushing a swirl of emotions away. "Oh, you're saying goodbye." She gasps softly, eyes filled with tears like yours. You deny it with your head.

"I'm asking."

Wanda laughs tearfully, reaching out for your hand. "Don't be silly, I would never... never stop you from finding out more about yourself. Especially after all you've done for me."

You sniffle, holding her hand to raise it to the height of your face, kissing her palm. "I would miss you so much that I would be sick."

Wanda sobs softly, shaking her head. "Detka, don't be like that..." She asks, smiling at the way you move her hand until it is on your cheek, leaning into her caress. "It won't take a minute. You'll be back before I can miss you."

You chuckle weakly, and close your eyes, enjoying the warmth of her hand for a second. "Maybe I just don't want to leave you alone. Because you know, you don't have any other friends." You joke, and Wanda laughs tearfully, almost risking everything. She leans in, puts her forehead against yours, and loses her nerve.

No, she wouldn't do that now. Because she wouldn't want you to think it's just a way to force you to stay.

"I bet... I'll have new friends when you come back. And I'll be a witch with a coven."

You turn away, with a raised eyebrow in teasing. "Oh, is that how we'll do it then, Maximoff?" You retort in the same tone. "Well, I'll make sure I have all the answers when I get back then. About my past, my powers. And maybe, I'll make a new best friend as well!"

She grimaces immediately, pushing you by the shoulders. "Don't you dare!" She warns in jest mixed with a seriousness that makes you fall into laughter against her collarbone.

You don't remember leaving her room, how that joke ended, how Wanda acted over the next few days. But you remember the salty taste of her tears when you kissed her cheeks on the day you left with Thor across the Bifrost. You remember the out-of-pace breathing against your ear, Wanda promising that she would wait for you and that she would win the bet.

You remember the urge to kiss her without caring about the rest of the team.

–//–

"I lost the bet."

That is the first thing Wanda says to you, in the middle of a battlefield in Wakanda. You ignore the fight to grab her by the waist, spinning her in the air as you hug her tight.

Thor warns you two, axe in hand, that it's sweet, but it's not really the best time for it right now.

"Win the fight, then catch up." You whisper to her, forehead touching hers. Wanda rubs her lips against the corner of your mouth and you almost lose it.

"Guys! I know we're winning but focus please!" It's Steve Rogers, interrupting the moment. You turn away from Wanda with a complicit smile and refocus on the fight.

The captain didn't lie. When Thanos' Army arrived, the Avengers and Wakanda were ready for them. Vision was at his greatest potential, a true fighting machine - Something like Ultron wanted to become. You would find out later that it was a scientist from Wakanda who disassembled his neurons to separate him from the stone, and now, he had reached another level of independence.

"Where's Tony, I haven't seen him yet!" You shout to Steve between one enemy and another.

He dodges a blow before answering, "In space! He and Bruce, and a fancy mage. They took the leader of them off earth to keep him from using the Stones he already has on us."

"Clever." You comment, and have half a second to dodge a sword. "Oh, careful there, buddy." You tease your opponent, destroying his sword with a gentle thrust. He doesn't have time to react before a black claw emerges from the ground and hits him in the head, ripping it off. "That never gets old, mom." You mutter to yourself, smiling slightly before refocusing on the fight.

You almost think Wanda lied about the bet when you meet her again - Destroying gigantic machines with a simple wave of her hands.

Not only you, but Nat and a woman you don't know are completely in shock, staring.

"She really should be in the center of your team lunchbox." Says the Wakanda fighter, and Nat laughs, looking away from Wanda because she noticed you staring at the figure that flew off into the air to carry the destroyed machines away from Wakanda's army.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Okoye." Nat says the warrior and you exclaim in surprise as she jumps at you, hugging you tightly. "I missed you, little brat. Don't they have cell phones in the realm of the dead?" Nat mocks, missing Okoye's priceless expression on the line.

You chuckle, hugging her back before letting go. "Sorry, the signal was terrible." You joke back, smiling at the gentle slap she gives your shoulder before you return to fighting.

The fight got a little more difficult - as it usually does in major conflicts - before Thanos' numbers began to drop considerably. And you were out of breath in a forest when Tony and some people you didn't know pushed a purple titan out of a portal.

Thanos' head rolled between the ground and a few feet away from you, and your stomach churned.

"Oh, shit, not cool guys." You turned around, vomiting into the nearest tree.

A tall, muscular man laughed, putting his hands under his armpits. "And who's that?" he asked.

Tony sighed loudly, covering his face. "Guys, this is Y/N, goddess of... death." He declared to your still queasy figure from seeing the deceased titan, and the group around him exchanged uncertain glances.

"Are you sure? Maybe she's in the wrong role." Murmured a girl, but you were getting back on your feet again, and when the rest of Thanos' army notified of the Titan's death, the conflict was over.

A young boy carried a golden gauntlet missing half of the Stones. "H-hi, I'm Peter. Peter Parker. Where can I put this, m-miss-goddess of death?"

You laugh with a hand to your stomach, looking away from Peter to Tony, noticing how hurt he and the team look, though alive. You also notice that fancy mage with them helping Tony stand.

"I think you can take it to T'Challa, kid. Come on, I'll take you back to the palace." You say, nodding for Tony and the others to take care of Thanos' body. You extend a hand to Peter on the way. "I am Y/N Odinsdottir, more like an Angel of Death than a goddess, but I do not reject the title. You must be the new recruit to the Avengers, Tony used to talk about a Peter Parker from the foundation all the time before I traveled."

The boy blushes embarrassedly. "Oh, really? That's...very kind of Mr. Stark. I'm not officially a member of the team yet, but I...I'd be honored."

You laugh, shaking your head. "I would be honored to work with you too, spider boy." You say gesturing momentarily to the spider on his chest. He laughs sheepishly.

"Actually it's spider-man, b-but anything you want is fine..."

You chuckle. "I'll have fun with you in the Tower, Parker."

–//–

Wakanda was considered the most hospitable place in the world for tourists - its feather pillows were considered the softest in the world.

Nothing compares to waking up on Wanda's chest.

The day of the battle is kind of messed up in your head. You came back after meeting Thor again in space, really needing your help, and suddenly you were fighting again, this time alongside your girl.

After you brought Peter to the palace, not only you but Wanda were very busy helping the wounded. And when you finally had time to be alone, you were both exhausted. One of the boys from Wakanda said your rooms were ready, but Wanda stepped in with a nod.

"She sleeps with me." She said simply, sliding her hand into yours and no one, much less you, questioned that.

It was a little uncomfortable having fallen asleep in your fighting clothes, but your muscles simply weren't responding yesterday. You would have used the time of waking up first to admire her, to relieve some of the longings you felt, but your body was begging for a bath.

You left the bed as quietly as you could and remove your clothes when in the bathroom. You brushed your teeth and stared at yourself in the mirror for a moment.

Would Wanda notice the changes in your face? Would she even remember what you looked like before you left?"

"That scar is new." You were startled by the husky voice behind you, distracted by your own agonies. You held her gaze in the reflection of the mirror, trying not to blush too much over your nakedness. Wanda yawned softly, approaching you with slow steps. Her hand found your back and moved up to your shoulders, tracing lines. "This one here too. And this."

"Hel's weapons could really hurt me." You confide in her, and you can feel the way she tenses before inhaling deeply.

"You were gone for almost eight months, and all that time, there was a chance you wouldn't come back?" She questions and you lower your gaze, taking a deep breath as well.

"No, because I promised I would come back to you." You turn to her with a small smile. "We had a bet-"

Wanda pushes you away, hurt and fear disguised as fury in her gaze. Of course, it doesn't hurt - it's you after all - and she pushes again, but this time you hold her wrists against your chest, breathing out of rhythm like hers.

"I fucking missed you, you idiot, you know that don't you?" She spits out in a hot gasp, too close to your body for you to think straight.

"I missed you every day. Every hour, every minute, for every second." You confess back, closing your eyes before she does. Wanda loses her balance, is the proximity she is sure of, her knees give out, and she is stumbling away. You don't let go, following her body until she is pressed against a wall that seems even colder because her skin is on fire. "How could you let me leave, Wanda, I thought I was gonna die without you beside me."

She lifts her face, breathing quickly against your cheek when something like a needy whimper escapes her lips. "If you missed me so much, why don't you... why don't you kiss me?" She demanded, forcing her hands free to grab your sides, pulling you to her as if you were going to disappear. The feel of your body completely against hers makes you both moan.

"I won't stop, Wanda. If I kiss you, I won't... I wouldn't be able to stop." It is your last plea, your mouth tracing a hot path against her jaw, and down her collarbone. She gasps with her eyes closed tightly.

"I didn't ask you to." She retorts, and you grunt before turning your face to hers, and finally, kissing her.

It is intense as you both expected but surprisingly calm in the first moment. You could cry at how perfectly her mouth molds on yours, and when her tongue slides over yours, your hips push up against hers instinctively, and Wanda moans into your mouth.

That changes everything.

You are not sure when her clothes reached the floor of the bathroom, but you know you have torn them off. Not rough, just rushed. Wanda makes the most delicious sounds when you kiss her, touch her, and hold her. Her body responds to yours as needily as yours to hers.

You stumble into the shower - which turns on automatically and takes you by surprise. Wanda laughs when you break the kiss with an exclamation about the water, and the sound brings out the intimacy and trust you two have beyond pure lust.

Wanda holds you under the water for a moment, mouth to mouth. You burn, hands in her hair, begging for permission to continue.

It is she who mixes sex with bathing - grabbing the soap and starting at your back. Part of you knows that she is assessing all the damage you have suffered during these months, counting your new scars.

When it's your turn, you just want to discover her. Your mouth goes down, and down, not biting, but marking her skin with red hickeys all the way.

She struggles for breath as your mouth closes around one of her breasts, a firm hand in your hair.

"Detka, that feels... really good." She praises you with narrowed eyes, practically melting against you. Your mouth sucks hard on her nipple and Wanda breaks into a needy whimper, the grip on your hair getting strong enough to hurt. "P-please, I need...more."

You gasp, reluctantly letting go of her breasts to steady your hands on her waist. "I know baby, I know. I'm going to use my fingers first, okay?"

It shouldn't be legal for you to ask these things with your warm breath in her ear, Wanda almost comes with just that. She moans, nodding frantically. "Y-yeah, detka, anything. Just... touch me. Please." She begs, moaning as you kiss her hard, pushing back so that she is pressed against the shower wall.

You keep kissing her deeply, stealing the air from her lungs as the hand that doesn't hold and teases her nipple moves down her body. Your knee separates her legs gently, and you give a gentle tug on her thigh, Wanda follows the cue immediately, entwining her leg behind yours.

Your fingers slide into her with an ease that almost makes her scream. You keep your mouth on hers, swallowing every single moan as you establish a rhythm inside her, in no hurry to sink one, and then two, to finally a third when she begins to whimper, into her soaked pussy.

She makes such a hot mess against your hand, but you fuck her against the bathroom wall without bothering. Her hips try to follow the rhythm of your thrusts as she gasps against your lips, unable to match the kiss with the proximity of her orgasm.

It hits her completely, blinding pleasure making her cry out to the ceiling, the sound muffled by the shower.

You remain inside her, breathing out of rhythm against her neck, and Wanda whimpers at the slow rhythm you keep pushing into her.

"It's too much detka ... it hurts." She warns in an affected moan, but you remove three fingers to return one inside, and she chokes, gripping your shoulders. "Please, I'm sensitive-"

"You're wet." You contradict with a darkened look. "And you're sucking me in, princess. Look. Feel it."

You are right. Despite sensitivity, her clit is twitching, her walls clenching at nothing, begging for more. She grunts, digging her nails into your skin. "Just five minutes?" She tries in a whisper without much firmness, because her hips push against your hand. You giggle mischievously, sliding your finger out and making Wanda choke on your fingerprints, which you force into her mouth.

She feels another strong twinge of arousal, completely ready to come again, but you wait for her to wipe your fingers clean, gasping at the feel of her tongue.

"Now let me have a taste." You ask as you remove your fingers, and she kisses you immediately, moaning against your tongue. You cut off the kiss with a tug on her lower lip. "Let's finish the shower, we have five minutes."

She blinks affectedly. "W-what..." But you just let her go, offering a mischievous wink. Wanda gave a pout. "That's not fair!"

You shrug, grabbing the soap. "I'm just being respectful about your wishes, Miss Maximoff."

She grunts impatiently, grabbing you under the water. "My wish is that we continue what we were doing!" She insists, but you, despite holding her waist, offer her an innocent expression.

"We were taking a bath..."

She chuckles incredulously, shaking her head. "You are unbelievable." She complains, and when you go to kiss her, she pushes your forehead away, and your surprise turns to a soft complaint when she pours shampoo into your hair.

"Take a shower then. You do stink, warrior." She teases, and you laugh indignantly, holding her tight when she makes mention of moving away.

"Oh, that's so rude, Maximoff!" You retort making her laugh.

There is a small hand and soap war, but Wanda ends up with her legs on your shoulders in the end, her back pressed against the glass box as you get on your knees to eat her out, and this time, when she comes her moan is so loud that the shower noise does not help much.

--//--

Please don't flag the work, thank you.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff needs a hug

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Field Trip To Stark Industries Masterlist 3

part one, part two

Anything For You (ao3) - pancake_thursday G, 8k

Summary: Peter Parker is going on a trip to Stark Industries. Flash Thompson is a bully. Tony Stark just wants his favorite spider-kid to be happy. --- If Peter was uncertain before, he was certain now. He had to go on this trip. Just yesterday Flash had punched his lights out behind the storage shed. He received looks in the hallway, eye-rolls, and heard whispered conversations he shouldn’t have been able to hear from teachers. The Stark internship wasn’t the problem, it was that no one believed little orphan Peter Parker. Besides Ned and MJ of course. And while everything would never stop, what if he went on the trip and proved it?

dog days are over (ao3) - syzdiezel T, 50k

Summary: Peter looked at Ned for support, who slowly nodded. “Okay yeah… if I was in your shoes, this would be very humiliating,”

“Thank you, Ned,” Peter smiled and turned towards MJ to stick out his tongue at her, who muttered a ‘real mature’ back at him.

“But… well… I’m not in your shoes. So, to me, it is kind of funny,” Ned shrugged, and MJ started cackling.

“Ned!” Peter groaned. Did nobody understand his plight?

Peter and his AcaDec team go to Stark Industries on a field trip. But that’s in two weeks. Until then, Peter has a lot of surprises waiting for him, that could change his life for the better… or worse. You really never know which one might happen when the Avengers are involved.

holy moly (it's a real do-nothing day) (ao3) - RJam9 T, 36k

Summary: (i could change address and try another state, i could change my name, it won't do anything)

The school year has managed to continue on without incident, even with the Rogue Avengers having officially been pardoned. However, what is more important is that the Midtown High Academic Decathlon Team won their national competition. Technically, they don’t get any awards other than boring money stuff from it, which — when Tony Stark hears about it — he intends to rectify.

Which means they get a special, end-of-the-year field trip to Stark Industries on the behalf of Tony’s two interns; Peter Parker and Harley Keener.

Peter is not enjoying this. Harley might be enjoying this a bit too much.

(or, since i’ve technically already done a twitter fic, i’m tackling the next biggest trope in irondad content — welcome to the mandatory field trip fic, everybody!)

If I Can Be Like That (I Can Do Anything) (ao3) - JAWorley T, 12k

Summary: Peter and his class get to Stark Industries for their field trip, but when they get to the front desk there’s no tour guide waiting. Instead Happy pulls Peter aside and tells him the tour guides are all out sick with the flu, and that Pepper wants Peter to lead the tour. Peter’s not freaking out… totally not. He can do this (maybe) if he can just channel Mr. Stark for the day.

Peter is doing his best, Flash is being a jerk, Mr. Harrington is awesome, and Peter and Tony get some important things figured out.

Interim Intern (ao3) - Singing_Siren G, 7k

Summary: The moment Peter hears Mr. Harrington say the words “field trip” and “Stark Industries” in the same sentence, he knows he’s doomed. Not even Flash’s repetitive and entirely too uncreative taunts can snap him out of the daze he falls into at the sight of the field trip permission slip with STARK INDUSTRIES printed in big, bold letters. Oh, boy.

Another Field Trip to Stark Industries fic featuring SI Legal being BAMF, Peter and Harley as genius siblings, a new fledgling AI, and daily life at a tech giant like SI

it starts with a series of unfortunate events (ao3) - raccoons_bubbles_killerG, 2k

Summary: parker luck strikes again, and peter doesn't realize until it's too late

or; due to a series of unfortunate events, peter is left in the dark about the upcoming field trip to, *drum rolls* stark industries! and of course it wouldn't be funny if his acadec team didn't surprise him in the middle of a rush on the job

Just Greeaaat (Or: A Flashlight?) (ao3) - Writing_Desk_Raven T, 5k

Summary: One of Midtown High School's classes gets a special treat - a tour of Stark Industries. Which is just greeaaat for one Peter Parker, who's trying to keep the extent of his involvement there under wraps. In a place where everyone knows you, your classmates don't believe you've even met anyone, and where you actually do end up having a job to get done, what are you supposed to do?

(Alternatively: The one where a flashlight is a lot more than just bright.) (ONESHOT)

Just My Luck (ao3) - butwhyytho mj/peter T, 18k

Summary: Peter Parker is balancing school, his "internship" as Spiderman, his actual internship with Tony Stark, and the pressures of being a teen genius. Of course, his school field trip will take place at Stark Industries. How will he keep his identity a secret? More importantly, how will he keep the Avengers from embarrassing him in front of his entire class?

Features Ned, MJ, and Peter friendship, IronDad, and fun with both the Avengers and Stark employees.

Neon Liar (Hiding In Plain Sight) (ao3) - isaDanCurtisproduction T, 70k

Summary: Peter is stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or more literally, he's stuck between the will of ten other teenagers and the knowledge that if anyone finds out he's living with the Avengers he can kiss his normal high school life goodbye. Can he keep it a secret from his classmates that he's living with the world's loudest superheroes? And can he keep it a secret from the Avengers that he's accidentally bringing his classmates home for a field trip?

And once he starts hiding things, keeping secrets, and lying, will he be able to stop?

And even more importantly: will Ned be able to keep his mouth shut long enough for Peter's secrets to stay a secret?

At least MJ can be trusted to keep a lid on things

nobody knows (ao3) - oriocookie G, 6k

Summary: Peter was dreading going to school. He’d been up for half an hour now, pacing around, fiddling with his hair so bad it looked like several small rodents had taken up residence there.

Because today. Today was the day he’d been fearing for a month. The day of the Field Trip.

Peter had taken every precaution to ensure that everything would go right, and that his secret identities, as both Spider-Man and the secret adoptive son of Tony Stark, wouldn’t be revealed.

Permission Required (ao3) - harrysthirdghost G, 4k

Summary: Peter Parker is just your average high school genius who works as an intern for Stark Industries, and is very close with Tony Stark himself. Somehow, his high school’s science class managed to book a tour of the building he practically lives in.

Peter Parker's Perfect Field Trip (ao3) - The_Mishamigo N/R, 3k

Summary: After saving his classmates at the Washington monument, Stark Industries’ offers them a tour as a way to lift their spirits… and it’s obviously not because Tony Stark wants to embarrass Peter Parker.

Snazzy Suits, Decathlon Trips, and the Almighty Intern Lab (ao3) - ironfidus G, 24k

Summary: Once the students have wheeled their eyes back around to face her, awestruck and visibly eager for a rundown, Roxanne beams and explains, “What we have here is hands-down one of the most exciting intern labs in the entire building. More importantly, it’s our only intern lab that combines students from multiple scientific disciplines. But I’ll let the lab director tell you all about it—Dr. Grayson, if you would?”

“Hello, Midtown,” LD Grayson says cheerfully, “and welcome to Lab 17A!”

“Or as we like to call it,” one of his interns pipes up, grinning impishly behind thick glasses, “the Cool Kidz’ Lab. With a Z.”

—

Or: Peter goes on a field trip to his workplace, bonds with fellow interns and secret coworkers, and watches it all (not) blow up in his face.

ft. A visit from Tony Dramatic Stark, the Academic Decathlon team living up to their reputation as complete nerds, and Ned finally getting the internship he deserves—not necessarily in that order.

Still Better Than Last Year's Field Trip (ao3) - mytimeconsumingsidehobby G, 2k

Summary: For once a field trip goes fine. Mostly.

The Field Trip (ao3) - Angeeelatin G, 5k

Summary: The field trip fic.

Or: how peter's team decided enough was enough and invited midtown over to SI to deal with their baby boss' bullying issue . Surprisingly, they didn't have to do a thing.

At SI, Peter Parker bows to no one, especially not to an entitled brat like Flash Thompson or this asshole from the military who came to stir up trouble.

There is Happiness (ao3) - See_the_starlight T, 6k

Summary: After moving into Stark Industries, the last thing Peter wanted was to take a field trip to his own house. Peter really hoped that today would go off without a hitch. Of course, the universe had to have other things to say about that.

Just a classic field trip fic, with a little bit of angst sprinkled in there.

The Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Field Trip (ao3) - its_kale_chip G, 19k

Summary: Peter is just trying to live a normal life: going to school, being spiderman, and spending every free moment he has at the avengers tower. When it is announced that his chemistry class will be taking a field trip to SI, Peter panics as he watches his worlds collide.

Welcome To The Avengers Compound (ao3) - funkylittlebidiot mj/peter, tony/stephen G, 10k

Summary: Peter didn’t respond, simply pointing a blank and exhausted stare at the wall opposite his bed, trying to switch his brain on and shake off the remnants of sleep that clung to his skin. The windows were still dark despite FRIDAY having pulled up the blinds already, and it took a moment of confusion to realize his usual wake-up music was, in fact, playing.

Tony turned to leave, probably in search of his second cup of coffee as he waited on the boys to get ready, but called back at him from the hallway. “Don’t forget you have your field trip today!”

When Plans Fail (ao3) - OrangeOranges G, 3k

Summary: Another SI field trip from yours truly, featuring Peter Parker and his potty mouth.

Peter makes all the plans to avoid the Avengers and anyone else from embarrassing him in front of his classmates. However, this plan backfires when he meets an unlikely roadblock: his non-existent mouth filter.

When spiders tour their houses, chaos ensues (ao3) - pirateninja9 harley/peter, mj/shuri T, 7k

Summary: "I am very pleased to announce that we’ve been invited for an overnight tour at Stark Industries.”

Join Peter and his Academic decathlon team on a chaotic field trip to the Stark Industries. Featuring a bullying teacher and student, a confused tour guide and many Avengers shenanigans. With luck like his, Peter should have known this would be as far from a normal tour as possible.

#themculibrary #masterlists #marvel #mcu #peter parker #irondad #stark industries #stark industries masterlist #tony stark #field trip #field trip masterlist

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Hi!! I used to be big into superhusbands till about the whole international iron man by bendis (i abandoned there..Tony was too different)... I was wondering, do you recommend current marvel comics? Are they still ridiculously interrupted by crossing over and events?

I am actually really, really enjoying current Marvel comics! I also think now is a pretty good time to hop on board.

If you want specific recs, I have lots of them.

Current comics:

We just got a brand-new Avengers run -- issue #2 just came out this week -- and although Steve isn't on the team (Sam is), Tony is there, and Carol is the team chair. Many of us, myself included, have been really looking forward to this run, because it's being written by Jed MacKay, who is a relatively new writer to Marvel who in my opinion writes comics with very well-characterized characters and a lot of love for the source material. (He is also currently writing what has now become my favorite Doctor Strange run.)

MacKay especially writes a very good Tony; he did an Iron Man annual and an Avengers annual back in 2021 (part of the "Infinite Destinies" series of annuals. The Iron Man one had some very good Tony characterization, and the Avengers annual instantly became everyone's favorite because about half of it is Steve and Tony hanging out at home together, and the other half is Steve and Tony punching robots.

So there's not really a whole lot to say about the new Avengers run yet, but I am excited for it.

(Jason Aaron recently ended a five-year Avengers run. I would recommend skipping it, except for the issue where Steve, Tony, and Thor all go skinny-dipping together in a hot tub. It is the highlight of the run.)

We are seven issues into a new Iron Man run, being written by Gerry Duggan (whom you may remember from 1872), and I swear this is the best Iron Man ongoing comic that has come out since I have been in this fandom. Every issue is actually good, and he's absolutely nailing the Tony characterization, and he's clearly done all the reading. And also Tony is getting whumped hard. I really love it. Every time we get a new issue I am excited to read it because I know it's gonna be good.

(You have missed a couple of Iron Man runs. The Dan Slott run was not all that great, but it had some very sweet canon Tony/Jan and also very pretty art by Valerio Schiti. Then we got Christopher Cantwell's Iron Man run, which was the worst Iron Man run I have ever read in my entire life and featured Tony being a privileged and out-of-touch billionaire asshole who then got addicted to morphine, acquired the Power Cosmic, murdered most of his friends (and, I mean, brought them back, at least), and then decided that he should maybe go to rehab so that he could learn humility which apparently he did not have? My least favorite moment was the bit where Patsy Walker tells him he has no idea what it's like to be suicidal and Tony -- a person who has had at least two on-panel suicide attempts -- agrees that, no, he has no idea what that's like. Anyway. You should skip that.)

I have been kind of meh about the current Cap run (other than the fact that it appears to have given us canon Steve/Emma femdom) because a whole lot of it is basically "CATWS but what if 616" and also they killed off one of my minor-character faves and I am very bitter. There is one more issue left in this run, so you might as well just wait a couple more months and start with the next run, which will be written by J. Michael Straczynski. I know a lot of people have strong feelings about JMS' comics work but I have been a Babylon 5 fan since it started airing and I am excited that JMS, the guy who gave us the "no, you move" speech, is going to be writing Steve. (JMS also wrote Bullet Points, if you liked the Steve in that one.)

(Cap runs you have missed include Ta-Nehisi Coates -- it was fine but for the most part Steve was wildly OOC -- as well as a very short run by Mark Waid whose first arc you should check out because it was absolutely amazing and had great Samnee art. I think you've also missed Nick Spencer's run, which. Uh. I don't even know where to begin with discussing that.)

Recent events:

Comics are still going to be comics, so, yeah, there are always events. Some of them are pretty good, though. If you haven't been here for a few years, you've probably missed AXE Judgment Day, Heroes Reborn, Empyre, and War of the Realms. Possibly also Secret Empire, Civil War II, and Standoff.

Of all of these, I would have to say that AXE Judgment Day (written by Kieron Gillen) was my favorite; it featured the Avengers, X-Men, and Eternals all coming together to save the world from a Celestial that was trying to judge all of humanity and then destroy the planet. You know, the usual. I thought it was pretty well done and had a lot for Steve and Tony to do. They got to be on the same side, for once. Steve got a whole bunch of speeches and everyone got a massive amount of angst; there was actually an entire issue devoted to the Celestial's judgment of Tony. So yeah, it didn't have a whole lot of Steve & Tony together but they both definitely had starring roles for the event.

Heroes Reborn (yes, it would kill Marvel to think up a new name) was an event where Phil Coulson sold his soul to the devil to make the Squadron Supreme have always been the best superhero team on Earth. Coulson has been wedged into the comics from the MCU but Jason Aaron clearly committed hard to making him the most evil person possible.

Empyre -- by Slott and Ewing, art by Schiti -- was probably my second-favorite recent event. It once again featured heroes fighting villains, as is right and proper. Steve and Tony weren't the stars of the event or anything but they did, you know, get to help out a bit. It was a bunch of Kree-Skrull stuff and everyone fought some tree people whose names I am blanking on and it also ended in Billy and Teddy's Big Gay Jewish Space Wedding, so obviously you have to appreciate that.

I remember very little about War of the Realms. It was one of those Asgard things.

You probably missed Secret Empire? And possibly the lead-ins to it, Avengers Standoff and Civil War II. This was infamously the event where Steve was replaced by an evil Hydra version of himself who decided to make America into his own personal fascist state. (Standoff was the event where he was secretly replaced although we did not know this at the time; he spent all of Civil War II -- a Carol vs. Tony event, this time with Tony ending up in a coma at the end -- gaslighting all the heroes pretty hard.) Public reaction to Secret Empire was, as you can imagine, very very bad (they decided to promote this as "this is the real Steve and he has been evil forever" rather than, like, "hey we're doing a villain AU for the next six months") and they ended up concluding the whole thing much faster than they had originally planned to, presumably because the sales tanked hard. They basically did a very, very bad job with this one.

Secret Empire has mostly provided a lot of source material for fandom to pick apart and improve upon -- especially the people who like villain AUs -- and its major highlight is a lead-in one-shot, Civil War II: The Oath, which is a villain remix of The Confession in which Hydra Steve addresses Tony's comatose body and, among other things, tells him that the real Steve loved him, and that he always loved him, even when they fought. So, you know. We all enjoyed that page.

Other fun things you might have missed:

There have been a bunch of fun relatively-recent miniseries!

The thing you will probably be most interested is Captain America/Iron Man, which is a five-issue miniseries by Derek Landy of Steve and Tony teaming up to take down a villain (who is, of course, one of Tony's exes). It has some lovely character moments. The collected edition of this is called "The Armor and the Shield."

Jed MacKay -- yes, the guy writing Avengers -- also previously wrote a run of Black Cat that had a lot of Tony cameos, and then decided to write an Iron Cat miniseries in which Felicia & Tony team up to defeat both of their ex-girlfriends who have decided to try to murder them because apparently, yes, they both have terrible luck with relationships. (In Tony's case, this is Sunset Bain.)

We're also currently getting an Ayodele & Akande miniseries, I Am Iron Man, which is set at various points in Tony's history and I have to admit that I have literally no idea what's going on here but at least it's clear that they really like Tony, and it's sweet.

In what I can only assume was an attempt at some kind of MCU synergy, we just finished getting a second Secret Invasion miniseries (written by Ryan North of Squirrel Girl fame) which was an extremely clever series in which basically nothing was as it seemed, and also Tony was one of the major characters. I really, really liked this one.

If you like weird AUs, we also recently got a (Tom Taylor, I think?) miniseries called Dark Ages, in an alternate future where electricity has stopped working. It did have Steve and Tony.

It is not specifically Steve & Tony related but we just got a Wasp miniseries by Al Ewing, which is Jan's first solo book ever. Yes, ever.

And it has nothing to do with Steve and Tony at all, but I feel like people who don't ordinarily read Guardians of the Galaxy might really enjoy Ewing's run on that, because it is incredibly queer. Phyla-Vell and Moondragon are main characters, Billy and Teddy come guest-star for a lot of it, Avril Kincaid (the new Quasar, who is also gay) is there for a bit, and also the overarching relationship plot is "Peter, Gamora, and Rich decide they all love each other and are all going to be in a relationship." This is extremely heavily implied. There are multiple love confessions and the run ends with them embracing. So yeah, Pete/Rich is canon now. It's great.

That's all I can think of for right now.

#replies #lucrezianoin

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Checkmate (David "Hesh" Walker x GN! Reader)

TW: Traumatized Hesh, mentions of Canon Ghosts ending. Maybe if the mood strikes I'll make this a series. It's been sitting in my drafts forever.

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"I only run when being chased" he replied smoothly, giving you a boyish smirk. Face slowly falling when your expression didn't change. Remaining serious.

"Then who's chasing you?" You asked in a soft tone, watching as the gears behind his eyes started to move. Trying desperately to brush this off with humor, but realizing:

Shit, you have a point.

"Right now, you and the staring" he chuckled dryly. Eyes looking everywhere but at you. The question made him uncomfortable, nervous, vulnerable.

"You play a lot of things off as jokes. Like nothing truly bothers you -- I don't think that's true though. You don't either" you reached forward, grabbing your drink to take a sip. "It's safe here. You can open up"

"If I open up anymore, I'll break my spine" you resisted rolling your eyes at the metaphor. "I'm an open book. Ask me anything" he challenged.

"What happened on the train?" May as well aim for the throat. "Why did you decide on the checkmate plan?" You watched as he clenched his jaw momentarily. Letting a long breath out through his nose, finally looking you in the eye before he spoke. Eyes begging for understanding.

Understanding that he tried. He's trying.

"You know exactly why. Everyone knows why. It's what had to be done. Ask Merrick, he'll agree" The walls were slowly being built back up, he was closing off again.

"What would have happened if you didn't?" This session felt like a chess match. Except he was the only one playing. Planning every move 5 steps before he needed to make it, planning how to retreat, to attack, to divert attention. Right now, he was using his silence as a defense. Waiting for you to continue before confirming his next move.

"David.." You sighed, leaning forward. "This isn't an interrogation, if it was they wouldn't have sent me. Your dad, brother, friends all want you to be okay. That's why I'm here. But I need more information before I can do much".

His eyes pleaded for you to understand he was trying.

Your eyes pleading for him to see you were doing the same.

"It's selfish. If I let him go, he would've kept hunting us. If I let him go, dad would never be avenged. Rorke would have never paid for what he did if I didn't make the call!" He slammed his hands on the table between you two. Expression immediately filling with remorse.

You watched as his face became an open window for the internal debate he was waging. Trying to differentiate what was reality and what wasn't. His mind and surroundings providing different feedback.

"I made the hard call to avenge my family. I know I fucked up and I have to live with that daily. My dad's dead, my brother is gone. I have nobody left." His voice broke as he leaned back, hands shaking as he fell deeper into that rabbit hole.

"Hesh, look at me" you requested, watching as his eyes cast down toward you. Posture still leaned back into his chair. Knowing he was now looking at his friend, not the psych personnel. "You're safe here. You're safe with me".

They're not gone. You saw them yesterday. You desperately wanted to affirm; but you knew that would be overstepping boundaries. Not that accepting your friends case wasn't overstepping. Your neck was on every line, every chopping block, under more risk for scrutiny because of this. Your heart ached day after day working on this; but how do you say no when

A) Resources and personnel are limited

B) Said friends father all but begged you to take this.

"There's a side of him that seems to be reserved for when you're around. He knows you, he trusts you. I'm not sure if I'd trust anyone else with this." Elias explained, sitting across the desk from you. The clinical piece of your mind wondered how much sleep he's gotten since that day. The personal piece knowing next to none, and it's rude to ask.

"You know there's policies, rules and ethics against this." Your heart broke saying the words "I can refer you to a colleague here who'd do fantastic on the case. I'm happy to overlook from an arms length away, but I really shouldn't be the one taking on his case"

"I understand that, but please. If anyone can get him out on the other side. It's going to be you."

How do you say no to that? You've known the Walkers for majority of your adult life. You've grown close to the trio. And if nothing else, Hesh did save your ass. You owe him at least this.

"Thank you" Hesh whispered, reaching his hand out to lay it atop of yours. Holding back a soft sigh, you decided enough was enough for today.

"Anytime. If it's not asking too much, can I give you some homework? Something to occupy your mind while you're cooped up in here" you vaugley gestured to the area around you. An office within a ward. You gave a small smile when he agreed, pulling an old, blank notebook from your bag.

"They won't let you have pens or anything in your room" you cursed yourself for the oversight, making a mental note to speak with the staff later. "When you can though, write out exactly what happened? Even point form. Help give me a full understanding of what happened, why it happened" you explained, handing the book over to him.

"How'd it go?" Logan jogged up behind you in the hall later that day, hope radiating off him in waves. It crushed him when he was advised against visiting his brother, especially right now.

"Confidentiality, Lo" you teased lightly "but we have a long way to go. We all knew that" you shrugged.

Hopefully this path leads to some resolution, clarity and forgiveness.

"Is the reason I can't go visit him confidential too?" Coming from anyone else - you may have found offense in the statement. A bite of sarcasm and resentment. Not with Logan - his intentions were clear:

He just wanted his brother back.

"Until we fully figure out what's going on in his head, and how to make positive progress we can't let you guys see him. He's still adamant that you're dead." You gave the youngest Walker a sympathetic look; knowing how close the two were before all this. He nodded, as much as he hated it he also understood.

"My arm is healing pretty well. All things considering" he smiled, pushing the sling off his body to show you. "Doc said I should be able to lose this thing in the next week or so"

You fell into easy conversation with Logan, both of you pretending like your hearts weren't chipping bit by bit. Listening to him give you updates on his broken arm, the movie he convinced Keegan to watch the other night. You told him about the latest recipe you tried for supper, and what you were planning for your coworkers birthday.

Anything to avoid what you both really wanted to talk about.

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @bowtruckleninja @v1naco @ai-luni

#call of duty ghosts #logan walker #david hesh walker #david hesh walker x reader #david hesh walker angst #cod ghosts #cod angst #call of duty ghosts angst #call of duty ghosts x reader

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xoxobuckybarnes · 5 months

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November 2023 Stucky Fics

Completed

Yours, Steve (Rated: G, Words: 9K)

Summary: “I’ve been writing a lot lately, y’know? Sam told me it’d do me good.” “Oh yeah? What do you write about?” Steve shrugs, suddenly self-conscious. “Stuff about him. How I feel. Stuff that I feel would help him remember, if he ever read them. It’s... weird. They’re letters, you know? Letters for him. Even though I know he’ll never read them.” “Well,” Nat says. There’s a determined glint in her eyes. “Do you want him to?” Steve blinks, dumbfounded. A smile slowly creeps across his lips. (In which Civil War never happens and Bucky makes a life for himself in Bucharest, tries to heal on his own. Steve waits for him, and writes.)

The Intelligence Nerd and The Avengers (series) by LilyInTheSnow / @lilyinthesnow

Bucky Barnes: Intelligence Nerd (Rated: E, Words: 114K) Summary: How Bucky Barnes accidently became an Avenger and married Steve Rogers. Or some shit like that.

Twitterpated (Rated: M, Words: 12K)

Summary: Steve's POV of Chapters 1-7 of Intelligence nerd. Steve's not twitterpated. Really he's not. Bucky's just a total badass and his future husband is all.

Twenty Minutes in Heaven (Rated: M, Words: 5K) Summary: Bucky's missing twenty minutes from chapter 9? of Bucky Barnes: Intelligence Nerd as told from Steve's POV. Plus a little extra. Pandamonium (Rated: M, Words: 4K) Summary: Bucky has a nightmare. It's pandamonium. xD A Small Matter (Rated: E, Words: 13k) Summary: Steve gets shrunk during a fight with Hydra, but retains everything else the serum gave him. Bucky's not quite sure how to handle Twink!Steve. In the end Twink!Steve handles Bucky. Tony, Bruce, and Doctor Strange have no idea how to fix it and Thor thinks Loki might've had something to do with it. It's fine though. Everything is perfectly fine. Probably. Or: Steve gets shrunk, fucks Bucky's brains out, and they make a trip to Jotunheimen, Norway. Steve might steal Stormbreaker from Thor and they might get chased by a mutant maneating weremoose. They also might get into a drunken snowball fight. Oh, and Loki is there too. Reading Fanfic Pays Off (Rated: E, Words: 16K) Summary: Steve and Bucky from Intelligence Nerd wind up in the Hello Future Husband verse. Barista!Bucky takes Intelligence Nerd!Bucky lingerie shopping and some other stuff happens too. Like maybe Steve gets jealous and bones Bucky against a tree.

***These fics are complete but the series is not. ***

Hello, Future Husband (Rated: E, Words: 20K) by LilyInTheSnow / @lilyinthesnow

Summary: Bucky Barnes might kind of, sort of, be desperately in love with Steve Rogers. Steve might be a little bit oblivious. Bucky might be a little bit desperate. Natasha and Clint decide to help. Kinda. Mostly they just watch and giggle, but whatever. Enter: Lace panties, super tight skinnies that may or may not be cutting off circulation to various parts of Bucky's anatomy, see-through shirts, and a small variety of now visible nipple jewelry. Nipple shields that look like Captain America's shield? Bucky's never heard of 'em. Never seen them before. How'd they get in his jewelry box?

Let me love you (Rated: T, Words: 4K) by thatgreenleaf

Summary: The Winter Soldier keeps trying to shower Steve with affection in the middle of fights. Steve keeps mistaking them for fight moves.

Fantasmic! (Rated: T, Words: 11K) by mambo / @whtaft

Summary: It's Steve's second summer working at Disney World when he meets Prince Charming (aka: Bucky Barnes, college kid from Brooklyn whose ass looks absolutely devastating in his Prince Charming slacks) and maybe starts to feel a little Disney magic in his heart.

I Held You in Gloved Hands (And I’m Not Letting Go) (Rated: E, Words: 48K) by Voylitscope_speed / @voylitscope

Summary: Bucky Barnes jumps at the chance to take a job opportunity hours from home. He's expecting a fresh start and a decent salary jump. He's not expecting to run into his childhood best friend, Steve Rogers, on his first day. The years since they last talked have been hard ones for both of them, but falling back into their friendship is shockingly easy. Despite their time apart, December in this small town might bring them closer than ever. (Or, a holiday romcom in which Bucky reads to children, Steve teaches art, new friendships are made, difficult conversations are had, cookies are baked, way too much coffee is consumed, home is found in surprising places and, eventually, feelings are confessed.)

I Feel Warm with You (Rated: G, Words: 7K) by LelsieSphinx / @kittytheroseofkirea

Summary: 5+1 winters throughout the lives of Steve and Bucky; filled with fun, kisses, wars, separation, reunions and softness.

Podfic

Late Show (Rated: E) by ipoiledi & thatsmysecret

Summary: “Rogers,” Bucky says, seriously, “You wouldn’t know how to shake your ass if one of those sweet ladies herself tried to stand you up and teach you.”

WIP

Treading Water (Rated: M, Current Words: 261K) by sparkagrace / @sparkagrace & art by Dyslexic_Fetus (Reagy_Jay) / @reagy-jay

Summary: Olympic swimmer Bucky Barnes always believed that when the time came to retire, he would walk away with his medals and world records firmly in the history books and never look back. He never thought the water would leave him first. ***Part of the series Lane Lines: Lane Lines (Rated: M, Words: 132K), Lumière (Rated: M, Words: 5K), & New Traditions (Rated: M, Words: 6K)***

Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions) (Rated: E, Current Words: 76K) by dorian_burberrycanary / @burberrycanary

Summary: The worst of times, like the best, are always passing away. How’s that for some consolation on the road? A post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Stucky fix-it as part of the all-American road trip, detours included. ***Part of the series A Man Takes His Sadness Down to the River (The Consolation of Philosophy): The Same River, Twice (The Man Is Still Left with His Hands) (Rated: G, words: 4K), Still Left with the River (The Paradox of Motion) (Rated: G, Words: 14K), & Not Language by a Map (The Grammar of Sensation) (Rated: E, Words: 20K)***

#Stucky #Steve and Bucky #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #fanfic #XOXOBUCKYBARNES' Stucky Fic Reading List #november reading list

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icalledhimpietro · 1 year

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PIETRO COULD HAVE JUST CHOSEN TO STAY IN SOKOVIA AND HELP THEM REBUILD

HE DIDN'T NEED TO DIE IN ORDER TO BE ABSENT FROM MCU MOVIES

HE COULD HAVE JUST CHOSEN TO NOT BE AN AVENGER AND THEN HE COULD HAVE SAVED CLINT WITHOUT GETTING SHOT WHICH WOULD MAKE SENSE SINCE HE'S A SPEEDSTER!

Also we could have gotten a scene where Clint thanked him for saving him and asks how he can repay him, Pietro is about to leave for Sokovia and looks back at Wanda after they've said their goodbyes and just tells Clint "Protect her." And then in Infinity War Vision and Wanda could mention visiting family while they were in hiding.

THEN when the snap happens, Pietro immediately goes looking for Wanda and finds out shes gone. He'd then go searching for Clint and would find him in his home before he becomes Ronin and because Pietro is a bit of a hothead, he loses it when he finds out Clint wasn't there to protect Wanda which would send Clint even more over the edge. (This would all have to be explained in the Hawkeye series because Disney would have had to take over 20th Century Fox first)

After everyone comes back, Wanda looks for Vision's body and Tyler Hayward mentions looking for Wanda's next of kin (as a desperate act to reanimate Vision) and not being able to find anyone. So Wanda assumes Pietro is dead which leads to her believing that she has no one now.

Then, the moment we find out that Fietro is really just Ralph Bohner, Monica hears a chuckle from the doorway and in a familar accent someone says "You didn't see that coming?" And then hard cut to the next scene. Then have a scene toward the end after Wanda leaves where Pietro sees her leaving and starts to follow her.

Now you have the anticipation of long separated siblings reuniting after both believing the other to be dead. Pietro has purpose that makes sense for his character and isn't just for the plot of one movie and then disposed of.

It also presents the possibility of Pietro reuniting with Wanda after the events MoM and him making a promise that he'd never abandon her but honestly, you could do so much with his character at this point in time.

(Bonus points if Ralph and Pietro have an enemies to friends relationship)

All I'm saying is if he didn't die, with the right writers he would have added a lot to the movies.

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Baby, I'm yours - Chapter seven: "This is calm and it's doctor"

Summary: So, apparently, Emily ain't dead, and the team is in shock. Spencer and reader talk about what they would do if they didn't work at the BAU. Only two weeks 'till the wedding!

Warnings: Smut, sex in a car, 'cos Spencer is a kinky man who just needed a woman in love with him to show it. Cursing. The usual.

Word count: 12K

A/N: Hey! So, our babies are mad at JJ, and I get it. I would be mad at her too. What do you guys think?

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(Y/N)’s point of view

Let’s jump forward three and a half months in time and let me tell you how everything changed in the BAU without us even arguing about it. First of all, Hotch had been sent on a special mission to the middle east, and none of us had heard much from him ever since. I knew sometimes Morgan called him ‘cos he was the head of the team during that time, but that was it. On the other hand, Seaver left the BAU and joined SSA Andi Swan in the Domestic Trafficking Task Force. I didn’t miss her, and I was most of all relieved to have her far away from Spencer. Though in the last few weeks of her work at the BAU, we were finally getting a little better. But no, I always knew we were not going to be friends.

Good news: JJ was back in the BAU, and not as a communication liaison, but as a profiler. I was really excited about that. It was refreshing to have her after losing Emily. We still missed Prentiss very much. Way too much. I knew both me and Spencer had looked for comfort in JJ ‘cos it felt she was way stronger than us. Stronger than Garcia, that’s for sure. Poor Pen would always end up crying wherever we brought Emily up in any random conversation. JJ always made us feel better whenever we felt sad. She had the perfect way to cheer us up and keep us focused on what mattered.

And at that moment in life, what mattered the most was our wedding. We were three weeks from the date, and all the preparations kept us busy most of our free time. I was doing my best not to turn into a bridezilla, but considering I was under a lot of stress, it was one of the hardest tasks ever.

Penelope and Lu helped big time. They were my bridesmaids, always with me when I needed advice, concentration or just to escape away from the whole wedding preparations for a while. My wedding dress had been already picked and it was hidden in Lu’s house to keep it away from Spencer’s eyes. Mom had joined us in picking it up, and honestly, it was stressful but rewarding. I tried over twenty different dresses, and at a certain point, I nearly quit and convinced Spencer to get married in the courthouse on a random Wednesday. That was until I found the perfect dress in a small store. It fit like a globe, and it made everybody cry the second they saw me walking out of the dressing room with it.

I missed Prentiss. She would have been the voice of reason between Lu and Garcia. JJ tried to do it, but with a kid at home, she didn’t have enough time to do much except be a mom when we weren’t at work. Besides, we had been swamped at the BAU, with seventeen cases in fourteen weeks, it had been crazy. I was looking forward to our honeymoon. Two weeks traveling Europe with Spencer seemed to be the perfect getaway from everything that had been going on in the latest months.

Things were relatively calm. Until hell was unchained.

People say when one thing goes wrong, everything else follows. And for once, that was way too real and hard to deal with.

It all started with a call from Penelope to meet in the briefing room one early morning. Neither Spencer nor I ever suspected she and Morgan were actually looking for Ian Doyle behind our backs to avenge Prentiss’ death. And I blame the wedding. Spencer and I were so deep into all the arrangements for our day, we missed all the signs. Again, for the second time that very same year.

Apparently, Hotch knew Morgan and Penelope had a plan: they were looking for Declan, Doyle’s kid, because they were certain he was going to try to localize him. And that was when they were going to catch him. I was deep into catering budgets and bands’ tapes to know a thing about their plan. It was a good plan, and a part of me still thinks I would have been useful to localize that asshole and make him pay. But they kept me and Reid in the dark, to let us enjoy our happiness and plan our wedding in peace. When you think about it that way, it was sweet. I am still mad about it from time to time, but I can see their motives.

When we walked into the room, Morgan and Garcia filled us with all the details of their investigation. It was just them, Spencer, JJ, Rossi, and I. That was the entire team at that moment. And we had a mission: stop Doyle from getting Declan. Dereck explained Hotch was on his way back to America to help us catch that asshole, and for a few minutes, I was shocked by all that had been going on behind our backs.

- “Now you know how I felt when I discovered you never told us you had moved in together”- Penelope said as soon as I complained about their silence.

- “There is no way this can be compared to that on any level! We are talking about the bastard that killed our friend!”- I argued and Morgan sighed.

- “I am sorry, pretty girl. But we couldn’t get any of you involved in this. Not until now, at least. But at this moment, we are so close to getting him and finally getting closure, we need to be together.”- I sighed and nodded. Spencer held my hand upon the table and agreed as well.

And that was how it all began.

JJ and Morgan had a snipper outside of Doyle’s residence. Meanwhile, Spencer, Rossi, and I went looking for Declan at his boarding school. But he wasn’t there. Apparently, he got sick, so the headmistress allowed him to go home. That meant that we headed to his house right away. I already had a very bad feeling about it all.

Spencer called JJ to notify the whole situation, while Rossi and I approached the door quickly. The lights were out, and the agent’s car was right outside. But it didn’t seem to be anyone home.

The three of us walked into that house holding our guns and pointing at any possible sign of Doyle. We had to protect Declan from his father, ‘cos until that minute, we thought he was the worst threat that poor kid had. We were so innocent back then.

We searched the entire home, no signs of the kid. The two officials that were supposed to put an eye on him were down. Rossi found one in the kitchen, and Spencer got one in the living room.

- “I'll check the back. You, kids, take the hallway.”- Papa Pasta commanded as he walked to the other side of the house. Spencer looked at me and I nodded, walking toward the door.

- “Careful”- he whispered, covering my back. I slowly opened the closet door and someone fell from it. We both took a step back immediately, Spencer kept pointing the gun at the woman as I took her signals. She was gone. Rossi walked over that second and sighed.

- “Three bodies, no kid. Doyle has him.”

While I called for an ambulance, Spencer called JJ and updated her on the status on our end. I thought we had shocking news, but she beat us. Morgan had gotten Doyle. He had him, the ghost he had been trying to catch for over the last three months was officially under FBI custody.

- “We are on our way”- Spencer announced and looked at me- “They got him. They got Doyle.”

- “Alive?!”- I could barely believe my ears. Spencer nodded and held my hand as we stood at one side of the living room, watching the forensic analyze the crime scene.

- “But how?! When?”

- “Right now, they are taking him back to Quantico.”

- “And Hotch? Is he here already?”

- “Derek is on the phone with him as we speak.”

Spencer was serious, honestly concerned. I stared at him for a few seconds, trying to hold himself together. He was clenching his jaw as he locked his eyes on the carpet. I slowly moved my hand until I reached his arm, rubbing it carefully, trying to comfort him. I knew what was going through his mind, he wanted to avenge Emily’s death. We had talked about this a bunch of times, the thought of how it would feel to end with Doyle and make him pay. I wondered if Derek was dealing with the same feeling. He had been so mad in the last few months I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be near him when he interrogated Doyle.

- “Hey… where are you?”- I whispered and looked at Spencer’s softening face as he turned to look at me.

- “I’m here, with you.”- his voice was low. He linked his fingers between mine and moved forward my body, leaving a soft kiss on my forehead- “How are you?”

- “I wanna go to the BAU and kill Doyle”- I replied and waited for his reaction. He just nodded and kept staring at my fingers between his.

- “I know how you feel.”- there was a brief silence between us until Reid’s comment surprised me deeply.

- “When we are back to Quantico, I want you to stay away from that asshole.”

- “He is being held in custody. There is no way he can do anything to me.”- I replied, confused by his attitude. It's not like Doyle could hurt me.

- “I don’t care if he is in prison or has a thousand guards. He killed Emily, I am not gonna put you at risk.”- a part of me wanted to argue I could take care of myself, but I understood where that fear was coming from, so I didn’t reply and for once, I just nodded and agreed with him. The way Spencer smiled relieved at my answer was enough to warm my heart. He was nervous I could get hurt. And though under those circumstances, it wasn't something likely to happen, he was still worried for me. He really loved me.

- “Don’t worry Garcia, you were busy looking for Doyle.”- we both heard Rossi on the phone and quickly walked to him, waiting for the news.

- “What happened?”- I asked as he hung up the phone.

- “She didn't see a team on the footage.”

- “This was well-organized. One could have cut the camera while the other started in here.”- Spencer pointed and Rossi added immediately.

- “So they cut off the power, but no signs of forced entry. So how do you overpower two armed agents?”

- “A male and a female. Maybe whoever did this posed as the next shift?”- I suggested and Spencer nodded as Rossi agreed and added.

- “Makes sense. Everything about them seems efficient.”

- “Except they took the time to shove her in the closet.”- Spencer questioned and we started walking to the closet.

- “Then this is personal and professional at the same time”- I pointed out. Once we stood outside where the nanny was found dead, we stared at all the clothing hanging in it.

- “Only Declan and the caregiver live here, so whose stuff is this?”- my question was more thinking out loud. Neither of them answered, but Rossi measured one of the jackets.

- “Forty long.”

- “You still think Doyle's behind this?”- I could feel Spencer’s doubt in his question. Honestly, just by looking at the crime scene, it was very hard to tell. Rossi looked at us and sighed.

- “He's capable of a lot of things, kid. But being in two places at once isn't one of them.”

Spencer’s point of view

I know I’ve never been a violent man. I never was good for fights growing up, and in the BAU I still preferred staying at the police station, working on the geographic profile than being on the field, running after serial killers. But that night, I didn’t think I could control myself if I had the chance to be near Ian Doyle. I wanted to kill him with my own hands. I wanted to lock the door behind my back and beat the shit out of him until he didn’t breathe anymore.

Of course, I knew I couldn’t do such a thing, but my mind kept going to that place as we got closer to the BAU. I even drove the entire way back, trying to keep my mind from all those dark places. I failed, but at least I tried.

Derek was locked with Doyle, trying to dig up who might have kidnapped his son Declan for revenge. That was a very long list to write, and there was too much info to gather. (Y/N) and I stayed in the meeting room, setting the boards with all the information we had so far, and trying to discover who had taken the poor kid the entire night, drinking coffee and working along with Garcia.

- “What do we have so far?”- I heard Hotch’s voice all of a sudden, the sun was already out when he showed up in the BAU. (Y/N) literally ran to hug him, and for a moment I saw a smile on his lips.

- “Welcome back”- I said and waved as (Y/N) whipped off her tears and shook her head.

- “Sorry Hotch, I’m just very happy to see you.”

- “I’m happy to be here. Now, what do we have?”

- “So far, not much. We managed to get a top 10 Doyle’s enemies list, and Garcia is trying to localize them all”- I explained and Hotch just nodded. It was clear he hadn’t had much rest in the last few hours. Just like us.

- “Where is Morgan?”

- “Still talking with Doyle. Rossi is there as well.”- (Y/N) added the second Garcia walked into the room.

- “Welcome back, sir.”

- “Thank you. What have you got?”

- “Got a top-10 list of Doyle's enemies.”

- “Yes, anybody recently in the states?”

- “Richard Gerace's been here a few weeks. He's a low-level gun who angrily crossed paths with Doyle. I caught an image of him on the surveillance camera at Declan's house, and confirmed it was him through a scar on his neck.”

- “All right. Get me everything you can on Gerace.”- Garcia made a pause and sighed, defeated.

- “Yeah. What I just told you is everything I've got.”- Hotch didn’t say another word and just walked out of the room. (Y/N) held Garcia’s hand and cut her a short smile, we all knew she was doing the best she could. We were all trying our best, but there wasn’t much information so far.

- “Derek is still talking with Doyle? It's been forever”- Penelope asked and we both nodded- “And we still got nothing.”

- “You just gave us some advantage. Knowing his enemies will help find the unsub.”- (Y/N) said, trying to cheer Garcia. I knew she was just as mad as I was, but it was sweet watching her take care of our friend. It was clear Penelope needed to feel comfort after what had happened. After catching Doyle and knowing the bastard who killed our friend was right there and we couldn’t hurt him. We all needed to stay calm and not let our feelings get in the way. Of course, that is easier said than done.

(Y/N), Garcia, and I stayed at the briefing office for another hour, staring at the boards and the files, trying to find something we hadn’t seen before. Trying to break a case, though all I could think of was breaking Doyle’s face. Until we watched Morgan, JJ, and Rossi walk in. They all looked exhausted.

- “You get anywhere with Doyle?”- I asked Morgan as he walked in and shook his head, defeated.

- “Doyle doesn't think Gerace has the guts to take him on.”

- “But that's definitely Gerace on the tape.”- Garcia argued, but there was nothing we could say about it.

- “Welcome back.”- Derek said the second Hotch walked into the room, looking as serious as always.

- “Thanks. Everybody, have a seat.”

- “Why? What's going on? Is everything alright?”- (Y/N) asked and looked around, kind of scared. I held her hand as she sat by my side and tried to contain her as much as possible. We had no idea what was going on, but it comforted me to know we were surrounded by all the people we trusted, and having Doyle under custody gave us the chance to lock him and have some closure after losing Prentiss.

- “Seven months ago I made a decision that affected this team.”- Hotch started, crossing his arms on his chest, and looking at us, unreadable. JJ stood beside him and cut me a short sympathetic smile.

- “As you all know, Emily had lost a lot of blood after her fight with Doyle. But the doctors were able to stabilize her. And she was airlifted from Boston to Bethesda under a covert exfiltration.”

The only thing I could process was: “the doctors were able to stabilize her.” What was Hotch talking about?

- “What?”- (Y/N) whispered as we all looked at each other, trying to understand what Hotch was saying. Derek raised an eyebrow and turned to Rossi, who looked completely lost. Garcia’s eyes were already watery and Jennifer just… stood there, trying to look composed.

- “Her identity was strictly need-to-know.”- Hotch continued- “And she stayed there until she was well enough to travel. She was reassigned to Paris where she was given several identities, none of which we had access to for her security.”

My brain tried to understand all the information Hotch had just given us, but it was too much.

- “What?! Are you saying Emily is alive?!”- (Y/N) nearly yelled and widened her eyes, in shock. Hotch didn’t reply. He just looked at us with a broken-hearted look, asking for forgiveness as he stared at our shocked expression.

- “But we buried her”- I argued, trying to understand how our Unit Chief lied to us so much and for so long, related to something as important as Emily’s life.

- “As I said, I take full responsibility for the decision. If anyone has any issues, they should be directed toward me.”- Hotch answered and I couldn’t even move. I just held (Y/N)’s hand and felt her shaking.

- “Any issues? Yeah, I got issues!”- Derek shouted. He was so mad for a second I thought he could even punch Hotch. But then we all heard someone approaching the door and Garcia simply gasped with tears falling down her eyes.

- “Oh, my God.”

I quickly turned to the door and there she was: Emily Prentiss. She was alive and standing right in front of us. I kept staring at her apologetic face, still trying to comprehend what was happening. She was alive, she was there, she never died. But we grieved, we mourned, we suffered. We cried and Hotch knew it was all for nothing ‘cos our friend was in fact alive and hiding on the other side of the planet.

I didn’t register if Hotch said another word, I just saw (Y/N) running toward the door, hugging Emily, nearly tackling her as she started sobbing. Her cries were heartbreaking to me, and I would have given my life to comfort her.

- “You are here”- I heard my girlfriend whisper as she wrapped her arms tight around Emily, and hugged her close.

- “I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

- “But you are alive.”

- “Yes, and I didn’t want to stay away from you, but I had to.”

Garcia stood up and walked to Emily as well, hugging her while sobbing. I just stared at the scene for a moment, trying to understand. I couldn’t believe Emily was in fact standing there. I stood up after a few minutes and hugged her as well. I was so deeply happy to see Prentiss and relieved she was alive. I imagined how she had been away from us, from her family, simply hiding all alone.

- “I am so sorry. I really am.”- hearing Emily’s voice made my heart ache.

- “Shit! You are real”- (Y/N) whispered and Prenttis nodded.

- “And not a day went by that I didn't want to…”- Emily looked at Morgan, but he just stood there, keeping his distance, staring at her in shock. She walked toward him as she kept talking, and I felt (Y/N)’s hand holding me, intertwining our fingers. I turned to her and wiped off a few tears that fell from her eyes. She cut me a short smile and her cheeks blushed. She hadn’t looked so happy in weeks, and that smile made my heart flutter.

- “Really, I… you didn't deserve that. And I'm so sorry.”- Emily hugged Morgan for a moment. He stared at me while she did, and he hesitantly wrapped his arm around her body. The moment was brief, and Derek was still shocked when Prentiss moved from him and walked towards the boards.

- “There's so much I want to tell you guys, and I will. I promise. But right now I really need to know what's going on with Declan.”

And just like that, it was time to suppress our feelings and focus on finding that missing kid. (Y/N) wiped off her tears and grabbed her cup of coffee as I walked towards Emily and started asking questions.

- “Emily, was there a man living at the house?”

- “Yes. My friend Tom Koehler. He was raising Declan as his own.”- she answered and I felt glad we were finally getting the info we needed to finish this case.

- “Where is he?”- (Y/N) asked her as she walked over and stood by her side- “We watched all the surveillance tapes and we never saw him go in or out of that house.”

- “He was on assignment overseas.”- Prentiss simply replied.

- “But he's all right?”- Garcia questioned, concerned.

- “Yes. He's on his way back now. He got a call from Declan, he called me, and when I landed, Hotch told me that you had Doyle in custody.”

- “And because of Tom's line of work, that's why you enrolled Declan in a boarding school.”- Hotch added, I don’t know if he was asking or deducing, but he was right.

- “I made sure that he, Louise, and I were the only ones allowed to take him off campus.”- Emily explained.

- “Louise took him home last night because he was sick.”- I announced and (Y/N) quickly added.

- “Food poisoning.”

- “Yeah, a few of the kids had it, apparently. So whoever did this got to him on campus. They knew they only had one chance.”- I finished my idea and heard (Y/N) explaining.

- “Our current suspect is Richard Gerace. He's the most recent arrival into the states. We've been tracking his progress through the city, but we came up empty.”

- “But we know it's him because he has the scar.”- Garcia added. I looked at Morgan for a moment and he didn’t seem to be there. He was lost in his head. Still shocked, probably.

- “That doesn't make sense. Gerace gave up on Doyle a long time ago.”- Prentiss said and her words made me frown.

- “He said you were the only one who knew Gerace.”- Rossi added.

- “Which is why I'm pretty sure he doesn't have the balls to pull this off.”- Emily was very sure of her words - “There was no forced entry at the house?”

- “I had two agents working security.”- Morgan said, but that was all he managed to pronounce. He was hurt.

- “We think Gerace and his partner posed as the next shift, and one of the agents was a woman.”- I quickly added and my thought seemed to make sense to Prentiss, ‘cos she nodded right away.

- “She's the Alpha.”

- “So we're looking for a woman who's getting back at Doyle.”- (Y/N) sentenced and sighed.

- “And our suspect list just got a whole lot longer.”- Prentiss cut her a short smile.

- “Excuse me.”- Morgan mumbled and walked out of the room all of a sudden. Emily kept her eyes on him as he did, and I could feel her brokenhearted look.

I didn’t know what was gonna happen, I just knew I had to focus on the case first. My heart was still racing in my chest as I looked at Prentiss talking facts with (Y/N) and JJ, but I knew it was no time to be emotional. It was time to be rational.

(Y/N)’s point of view

The day had taken a very weird spin. My friend wasn’t dead, she was alive and standing right behind me as we watched Penelope run a database of Doyle’s ex-girlfriends. There were a lot of them, that I can say.

- “Doyle had relations with all of these ladies?”- I questioned, slightly shocked, and Prentiss nodded with a grin.

- “Most.”

- “Wow.”

- “Hey, can you shoot these into the roundtable room for me?”

- “Anything you say, visitor Prentiss.”- Garcia giggled at her own words and Emily hugged her for a second, before we walked out of the room, leaving Garcia alone.

- “So you're actually back.”- Prentiss asked JJ

- “They've been looking for your replacement, and Rossi called me.”- Jenniffer explained.

- “That's great. How's Will with the long hours again?”- I knew for act Will hadn't been happy with JJ's return to the BAU, which explains why she only replied with a cold:

- “Long story.”

- “I haven't seen Ashley. (Y/N), is she still alive?”- I chuckled and nodded

- “Yes, she is. She transferred to Andi Swann's Unit a few weeks ago.”

- “Good for her.”

- “And good for me”- I sentenced and clapped. That’s when my friend grabbed my hand and stopped walking.

- “Oh my god! (Y/N)! What’s this ring?”- I laughed as she held my hand to take a better look at it- “Did boy wonder pop the question already?!”- I grinned and nodded as Emily hugged me and congratulated me.

- “And you are officially invited, it’s in three weeks, so get ready.”

- “Three weeks?! Oh, Jesus! You are not wasting time anymore, are you?”

- “Nope, we are already living together, actually.”

- “What? You never told me any of this!”- Emily turned to JJ demanding an explanation.

And that was when it hit me.

JJ knew Emily was alive and never told us. She saw us crying and consoled us. But she never told us our friend was alive and well. She could have, but she never did.

- “Excuse me, I have to answer this”- the phone took me from my thoughts and I quickly walked to my desk for a moment- “Hello?”

- “Miss (Y/L/N)? It’s Stacy, your wedding planner.”

- “Hey Stacy! How are you?”

- “I’m ok, you?”

- “Work is crazy around here”- Stacy knew we were both FBI agents, which was the main reason why we had a wedding planner after all. She didn’t ask much about our life that wasn’t related to the wedding, and I liked that.

- “I just needed to tell you we finally have the DJ confirmation for the date, so we are all set.”

- “That’s great! Finally, everything is ready!”

- “Yes”- she chuckled as I sighed, feeling a weight had been taken from my shoulders- “I’m gonna send the contract to your apartment so you and Dr. Reid can both look at it and sign it.”

- “Great! I’ll text you as soon as we get it.”

Spencer appeared by my side the moment I hung up the phone. He held my hand and rubbed his thumb against my chuckles slowly.

- “How do you feel, ma cherie?”

- “I don’t know. I’m happy but nervous… and still very much shocked by Emily's news. You?”- He sat on the edge of my desk and stared at me.

- “Me too. I can’t believe she is here, alive.”

- “I’m so glad to know she is safe, but…”- I paused and looked around- “I kinda feel betrayed…”

- “By JJ? Me too”- I stared at my fiancé and he nodded, moving closer to me- “She knew it all, she saw us crying, and yet she didn’t say a thing.”

- “I can understand she couldn’t tell us, but it still hurts.”- I whispered and he caressed my cheek for a moment.

- “(Y/L/N), Reid”- Rossi called us from the meeting room and we paused our conversation. It was time to work, and duty came first.

- “These women are associates of Doyle's who may have crossed paths with Gerace.”- Prentiss pointed at a long list of women on the screen

- “Anyone had a deeper personal connection with Doyle?”- Derek questioned.

- “Whoever took Declan showed a lot of rage at the nanny, that was clearly personal”- I pointed at her picture on the board, everyone looked except for Garcia.

- “She had been with Doyle since before Declan was born.”- Prentiss explained, and suddenly I remembered she had in fact lived with Doyle and she was also his lover while she was undercover. I had forgotten that part of the story.

- “The nanny represents a caregiver, a mother figure.”- Spencer continued talking and suddenly, the evident question surfaced.

- “Who is Declan's mother?”- I asked Prentiss and she stared at me with a blank expression.

- “Doyle told me she was dead.”

- “I have the feeling he was lying.”- I added and Hotch nodded. It was time to continue with the interrogation.

Spencer and I stayed with Garcia in the meeting room while Prentiss talked to Doyle. Spencer really wanted to keep me away from Doyle no matter what. Even though now we knew Emily was alive and well.

Ten minutes later, Hotch, Morgan, and JJ came back with a name: Chloe Donaghy.

- “She brought tainted cupcakes to the boarding school and just walked right in.”- Morgan pointed out as we watched the security camera from Declan’s boarding school.

- “Oh, that is creepy.”- Pen whispered and I nodded in support.

- “Exactly, we thought Doyle was bad. Check her out. She ran an international prostitution ring before moving on to chemicals.”- I said as I read her background trying to understand how a woman like that was actually able to bring a baby into this world.

- “Distribution and trafficking, manufacturing, possession, weapon charges? She went away for 3 years.”- Spencer continued reading and I nodded. Garcia wide opened her eyes in shock.

- “That's it?”

- “She hardly seems like the mothering type.”- JJ pointed out and somehow it made me angry to hear her speak- “Why would she take Declan?”

- “It isn't love.”- Hotch said, staring at the screen.

- “Forgetting the international ties for a minute, what would these unsubs do?”- I asked the team as we all sat around the table, sharing ideas.

- “You know, statistically the abduction of a child by its mother, no matter the psychological disposition of said mother, would be one of low risk to a child.”- Spencer said, moving his hands as he spoke, the way I always loved.

- “She's got plenty of connections. She could go underground.”- Rossi thought out loud

- “Is there anywhere in the U. S. Where Chloe and Doyle had a history?”- Hotch asked Pen.

- “No. But they do have a lot of ties in Europe.”

- “Doyle came up with associates of Chloe's who have healthy bank accounts.”- Emily walked in suddenly, it was still shocking to see her just walking around.

- “He thinks it's a trade?”- I asked, surprised.

- “For what, weapons? Drugs?”- JJ asked and again, hearing her voice so near me automatically upset me. That couldn’t be good. It was clear I had some resentment against her, and I knew I had to work on that before it started affecting our work. Bad news: I didn’t have time to process anything, and I was so mad I really didn’t want to do it.

- “Does it matter?”- Emily asked and Hotch gave Pen the sheet of info.

- “Garcia, run these names. See if any have local connections.”

- “Yeah. What else should I be looking for, you guys?”

- “Secluded properties.”- Rossi suggested.

- “A legitimate business that requires international bank accounts and trade.”- Derek added.

- “It could be mundane. They survive under the radar.”- I said and Spencer nodded in agreement. I loved it when we thought the same.

- “Garcia, start with Irish backgrounds. This type of feud could go back generations.”- Derek suggested and Pen typed quickly.

- “Oh. It looks like the Doyles and the McDermotts have a thing.”- she alerted us in a few seconds, reading her screen.

- “What kind of thing?”- I asked and moved closer to look at her computer.

- “Ian Doyle murdered Jimmy McDermott, but his younger brother Lachlan owns an import company.”

- “Do they ship internationally?”- Hotch asked.

- “You know it. He has three warehouses, one of which is slated to be demolished.”

- “Where?”- Reid questioned.

- “Inner Harbor, Baltimore.”- she gave us the address and I knew right away we were going.

- “Let's go.”- Hotch commanded and we all stood up at the same time- “(Y/L/N), you and Reid stay here with Emily.”- he added as soon as he saw us gathering our things. I just nodded and watched how everyone else left the room.

There was silence among us. I grabbed my cup of coffee and took a sip of it and turned to Spencer.

- “Hey, by the way, the DJ confirmed”- I simply said and watched his face change into a smile

- “Great, so we are all set, finally.”

- “Congratulations.”- Emily whispered and looked at us- “I’m glad you are getting married soon.”

- “Thank you, Emily.”- Spencer replied and cleared his throat. Yes, it was weird, but it didn’t have to, I thought.

- “You missed the most romantic proposal, though”- I added and she looked at me, intrigued- “He sang a song live at a concert with the band to ask me to marry him. The entire place cheered him.”

- “Are you serious? That’s so romantic! I’m very glad you are tying the knot soon.”

- “You are invited.”- Spencer added and smiled at her- “We would love to have you there.”

- “I would love to be there as well!”- Prentiss replied with a big smile. Spencer nodded, grabbed his cup, and walked out.

- “Is he mad at me?”- Emily whispered as she watched Reid walk out of the room.

- “No, he just needs some more time to deal with it all. But trust me, he is glad you are here.”- I replied and smiled at Em- “Come on, let’s get some more coffee while you tell me what you’ve done these three months you’ve been away.”

Honestly, I don’t know if a part of Spencer was mad at Prentiss at that minute, but I couldn’t tell her that. We were already under a lot of stress to keep adding more factors to the situation. It didn’t get better when Spencer got a call as the three of us stood outside Doyle’s interrogation room.

- “Declan's disappeared.”- my fiancé announced as soon as he hung up- “They had him at the warehouse, but now they're gone.”- and just like that, Spencer opened the door, gave me a knowing look, reminding me I had promised him I wasn’t going near that man, and finally locked himself with Doyle.

- “Your ex is working with Lachlan McDermott.”- he spat the words coldly as the prisoner stared at him, not showing any emotion- “How would he leave the country?”

- “I don't know. He's got endless funds. You'll never stop him.”- Doyle replied coldly.

- “He hates you, doesn't he?”- Spencer’s tone was cold and tired, annoyed by Doyle’s mere existence.

- “More than you do.”- the prisoner mumbled, and at that minute I wasn’t sure that was entirely true.

- “Then I think we should give him what he really wants. You.”

My heart jumped as soon as I heard and watched Spencer acting so dominant and serious around Doyle. There was a weird mix of lust and fear inside me, fighting in my stomach.

I wanted to open the door and stop Spencer from doing anything crazy, but at the same time, I understood where all that emotion and rage was coming from. I was so focused on Spencer that I didn’t register Emily bursting into the room and nearly yelling.

- “No, we are not letting him out of here, Reid.”

- “Emily, I will chain myself to him if I have to.”- my fiancé nearly yelled in frustration as Prenstiss argued back.

- “He'll find a way to escape!”

- “No, he won't, and we're running out of time. If we find McDermott now, we have a chance to save Declan.”- Emily thought about it for a good minute before saying she had to call Hotch, and left the room. Spencer closed the door and walked back to me, leaving Doyle alone.

- “Are you ok?”- I whispered and held his hand. He was shaking.

- “Yes…”- of course, he was not, but I couldn’t just point out the obvious. Instead, I tried to ease his mood.

- “Will you actually be willing to chain yourself to him?”

- “Yes, why?”- he raised an eyebrow, probably waiting for me to try to talk him out of the idea.

- “I’m so jealous”- I whispered and watched him smile for a moment.

- “Don’t be. You are the only person on earth I wanna be chained to”

- “We should try it”- I whispered and watched him take a step closer to me and give me a short peck on the lips, knowing there were cameras in the room and someone might be watching.

- “As soon as we are home, ma cherie.”- he whispered and I nodded.

- “She is in”- Emily announced as she stormed into the room- “Strauss gave us permission. Let’s go!”

And that is how I ended up in a helicopter next to Emily and Spencer, who had Ian Doyle grabbed by the arm, even during the flight. We didn’t say much as we flew to the designated location. I know Spencer didn’t want me close to Doyle at all, but there was nothing he could do at that minute to keep me from doing my work. Emily wasn’t carrying a gun, I had to be the one securing the prisoner with him. I sighed thinking about a little moment we had shared at the BAU when we were getting ready to depart. How Spencer made sure my bulletproof vest was absolutely secured before we got Doyle. How he kissed me sweetly and asked me to please be careful and not do anything too risky. I know I asked him to promise me the same, but the fact he was so concerned melted me. He really did love me, and I couldn’t wait to marry him. However, right there, at that minute, it wasn’t the moment to get emotional and start thinking about the wedding.

- “Ready?”- Spencer asked and I nodded as the helicopter landed- “Hotch, we are coming out”- he let our Unit Chief know and at his command, we started moving out.

The entire team was already at the runaway, pointing at the jet that was about to take off. I grabbed one of Doyle’s arms tight as Spencer grabbed the other, and we both followed Hotch’s instruction and walked him to McDermott, who had just exited the jet with Declan.

- “Get over there, boy. Bring Doyle here! I want him here on his knees!”- I heard the bastard yelling as Spencer and I started walking Doyle from the helicopter to the jet.

- “Hotch, are we really gonna do this?”- I heard Morgan asking in my earpiece

- “No one leaves here.”- our Unit chief commanded. Spencer was walking fast, his expression was stern. I hadn’t seen him like that in a while now. So mad, so focused. So serious. I kept my eyes on Declan, the poor kid was crying, clearly confused and petrified.

- “You bastard! How's it feeling? It's your bloody time now, isn't it?- McDermott yelled and kept pointing his gun to Doyle’s head- “Now hand him over!”

There was a silence that lasted for what seemed to be minutes. I kept staring at Declan trying to tell him it was all gonna be ok. But then I heard Morgan’s voice yelling “Gun!” and the sound of a gunshot that turned into a thousand in a matter of seconds. I watched Spencer grab his gun and start shooting as I ran to Declan and held him tight against the floor, trying to cover his eyes and ears. I saw Doyle falling hurt, as well as McDermott and Chloe. Spencer kept shooting for a second and then ran to the closest unsub to check for vitals. I kept my arms around Declan as he looked at Doyle agonizing next to us.

- “I remember you”- the kid whispered, not losing eye contact as his father reached out for his hand, holding it as he literally bled out in front of him.

- “I am sorry, son”- he whispered before passing out. Prentiss ran over and grabbed Declan from my arms, hugging him tight. Spencer helped me get back on my feet and looked at me, searching for any wound or even a scratch.

- “I am fine, honey. Really. Are you ok?”

- “Yes. They are all dead.”- he meant the unsubs, but he never stopped making eye contact with me.

- “But we saved Declan.”- I whispered and stared at the kid that was holding Emily with his life.

- “Now what?”- Spencer whispered and stared at me.

- “I don’t know”- I whispered and kept my eyes on him, trying to find a way to make him feel better, but I knew he was on edge after that day.

- “Are you guys ok?”- JJ asked as he walked towards us. Spencer held my hand quickly and started walking to the closest SUV.

- “We are fine.”

And suddenly I remembered Spencer is awful at dealing with his anger. He is very passive-aggressive and he usually hurts people. I had been a target of his attitude when he was an addict and he struggled to detox. I had also seen him acting like that with our friends on a few occasions. But for once, I didn’t want to stop him or talk him out of it. As I got into that SUV with him and looked for a second at JJ, noticing her confused look as she stared at us, I didn’t feel sorry for her. Far from it. I was upset at her for lying and I didn’t have the energy to pretend everything was perfect. Not that night.

Spencer’s point of view

After Hotch confessed Emily was actually alive, everything was awkward in the BAU. In fact, I don’t think “awkward” is the right expression, but let’s use that word for the lack of a better one. It didn't get any better when we were notified we were all suspended from duty and called on a trial for our decisions, actions, and behavior during Doyle's case.

I was enraged.

The Senate Committee needed to analyze and evaluate our work and everything we had done wrong, apparently, to save an innocent kid’s life. I couldn’t believe it. All that two weeks before our wedding. Like we didn’t have enough pressure on our shoulders.

The only good thing about being suspended was having time with (Y/N) to get ready the final details for our day. I got mom plane tickets to come with aunt Ethel, Lu had a room ready in her apartment to take (Y/N) in for two nights before the wedding, which I wasn’t very excited about, but building some expectation and distance before the ceremony seemed like the right thing. I didn’t want to be a second apart from her, but her mother insisted so much, we had to say yes.

But at that minute, I had to stop thinking about our happy day and focus on the road. We were on our way to our trial with the senate. (Y/N) was sipping her coffee and held my hand as I drove us over.

- “I love your sweater”- she said and smiled - “It is definitely the most fuck you piece of clothing you own”

- “Thank you”- I replied with a proud smile. That was exactly the reason why I had picked that outfit that day.

- “I feel as if I’m in disguise”- she argued and I took another quick look at her outfit.

- “You look amazing. That blouse is very pretty”

- “The blouse or what’s underneath?”- I chuckled and stole a quick look at her rack.

- “The blouse is pretty, what’s underneath is way better.”

- “Thank you, dear soon to be husband”- the words sounded like a song in my ears that made me smile even under the awkward situation we were in. My smile faded away as soon as we reached the Senate, and we walked in, hand in hand. It wasn’t the BAU, we didn’t have to follow any protocol.

Strauss was there, talking with Rossi and Hotch. JJ and Garcia were sitting close to them, and Morgan was alone, walking around, clearly upset.

- “Shit, I forgot we had to see her”- I whispered and (Y/N) held my hand tighter. In the last few days, we had been avoiding Jennifer at all costs, and so far, it had worked. But now, we were no were to hide.

- “Hey! How are you?”- Garcia asked and stood up to hug us- “I’ve missed you these days. What have you been up to? It’s all about the wedding, I am sure.”

- “Yeah, we’ve been working on the last few details, but everything is basically ready at this point.”- (Y/N) answered and smiled at Garcia, as we both avoided even looking at JJ.

- “We’ve missed you guys, Will asked me to tell you if you wanted to have dinner with us tonight.”- Jennifer asked as she hugged us, and waited for an answer.

- “Sorry, we’ve got plans.”- (Y/N) replied and gave her a plain smile. Luckily, the door opened and a woman walked out to meet us.

- “Jennifer Jareau. The Chairman will see you now.”

- “Is everything ok?”- Penelope asked after JJ was gone, and the doors of the assembly hall were closed one more time.

- “Yes, everything is ok. Well, as ok as things could be”- I replied as Rossi and Morgan walked towards us.

- “Why aren't we in there?”- (Y/N) asked- “I thought they were going to talk with the entire team”

- “They're just trying to intimidate us.”- Rossi explained

- “Well, that's not about to happen.”- Morgan was clearly upset with the whole situation. Just like everyone else, I guess.

- “I'm not ok with this.”- Garcia argued and (Y/N) wrapped an arm around her, trying to soothe her.

- “You may not even be a witness.”- Rossi said, but Pen shook her head.

- “Sir, I'm not worried about me. Don't they have anything better to do than...”

- “Baby girl, this is just what they do.”- Morgan explained the minute Strauss walked over to us and Rossi asked her.

- “Anything?”

- “It doesn't look good.”- that was all she replied and then walked away. I looked at Morgan and then at Rossi and simply asked.

- “How long is she gonna be in there?”

- “No idea, kid.”

They called us one by one. First Jennifer, then Morgan. Garcia nearly jumped off her chair as soon as she heard her name being called. (Y/N) held my hand tighter. I didn’t want to let her go alone through that situation, but there was nothing I could do about it.

- “Remember a million years ago, when Gideon hated me?”- (Y/N) whispered as she played with my fingers in her hand.

- “I remember him hating the fact we were friends.”

- “I thought the meetings I had with him were intimidating, but this is a whole new level of pressure.”- she smiled, trying to joke and ease the mood.

- “Well, tonight we are going out for dinner, chipmunk. And maybe a movie.”

- “Wow, full date night on a Wednesday? You are very wild, Spencer Reid.”

- “What can I say? I’m a free spirit”- I joked and enjoyed her smile for a moment. Until Rossi walked out of the hall and the secretary called (Y/N)’s name. I stood up with her and walked her to the door. She whispered she was ok, though I knew that was a life, and cut me one more smile before the door closed behind her back.

Waiting was worst knowing my girlfriend was the one being intimidated by a board of senators, who kept looking for a reason to shut our team down. I just wanted to open the door and take her out of there. I kept my eyes on my fingers, fidgeting with them, thinking if a book could help me focus on anything else, though I knew I wouldn’t be able to focus.

Strauss appeared all of a sudden and sat next to me. Like I wasn’t awkward enough. She opened her bag and offered me a mint, the one I declined immediately ‘cos I didn’t really trust her enough to accept anything from her. She looked like she wanted to tell me something, but didn’t know how. I was glad she decided to remain quiet for a few minutes, ‘cos I wasn’t in the talking mood. Until Prentiss appeared and it still surprised me to see her walking around, alive and well. I looked at my friend talking with the guard and thought of all the nights I cried her death. The times I felt weak and thought about using Dilaudid again. But most of all, of all the times I had held (Y/N)’s body close to mine, as she wept brokenheartedly for her. It was too much to deal with. It was too hard to face that it had all been a lie. It was too much to pretend I wasn’t hurt.

- “At least you got her back”- Strauss said suddenly, looking at Emily.

- “Did we?”- I mumbled and looked at my hands again, avoiding any topic of conversation until (Y/N) got out of that room.

I opened my satchel and gave her a Snicker. She smiled and opened it as she sat by my side and rested her head on my shoulder. PDA rules were burned that day, even next to Strauss.

- “How did it go?”- I whispered and wrapped an arm around her waist.

- “I tried very hard not to kill anyone the entire time I was there. They kept making me feel like everything we did was a mistake, pointing out we had broken many rules and protocols. They are assholes. I told them it was clear that the senate rules were more important than saving the innocent. That’s when they asked me to walk out.”

- “I’m proud of you, chipmunk.”- I whispered and kissed her temple.

- “Thank you, honey.”

- “Congratulations on your engagement.”- Strauss said as she stood up from the bench- “How many days until the wedding. I heard it was right around the corner.”

- “Just a few weeks.”- (Y/N) replied and sat up straight- “Thank you.”

- “I am sure you are going to be very happy.”- Strauss smiled at us for a second before walking away.

- “I had never seen her smile before.”- (Y/N) whispered and turned to me shocked- “I had no idea her face could do that!”

- “Doctor Reid.”- the secretary's voice announced it was my turn and (Y/N) stood up with me.

- “I’ll be right here when you are done.”- she said and pecked my lips- “Love you”

- “Love you too.”- I whispered and started walking. And with each step, I felt my anger and frustration growing. Why were we even there?

I sat in front of the jury, six people looking at me and analyzing every move as I did the same with them. I looked at them and raised an eyebrow. I honestly didn’t care what they thought of us, or our work. I knew exactly what I had done and why.

- “You're the one who suggested Ian Doyle be released.”- Chairman Cramer stated, making his best to look as threatening as possible, all things considered. I just stared into his eyes and answered.

- “I am.”

- “And you're the only Agent who has not requested reinstatement to the unit.”

- “Mm hmm”- I just hummed and nodded.

- “Was the decision to release Ian Doyle a personal one?”

- “A young boy's life was at stake. I ran the probability of his survival and it wasn't good.”- I replied and kept my eyes on him. I knew what he was doing and I wasn’t going to let him get me- “If you want to punish me for taking a risk, then I encourage you to do that, but do not put the rest of my team on trial for something that I suggested.”

- “Calm down, Agent.”- he raised his voice and his finger at me, but I simply moved closer to the mic and replied.

- “This is calm, and it’s doctor.”

He stared at me enraged. I am not the kind of guy who would usually brag about his degrees, but this guy needed to be reminded that I am not his regular agent, and I am not going to be intimidated by anyone in this room.

- “The United States government is not in the business of trading captives.”- he said as he continued listing everything we had done wrong in that case. But of course, he had no idea he was talking with a guy with an eidetic memory who remembered everything the other departments had done “wrong” before ours.

- “New York City, July 2010, referred to as The Spy Swap. Igor…”- he interrupted my speech and stared at me, clearly infuriated.

- “That's enough!”

- “You can't just change the rules, sir.”- I said as I rested my back on the chair

- “And you just can't break them!”- he replied and I stared at him, biting my tongue so as not to continue arguing with him. God! I hated every second of that interrogation! I wanted to be out there, catching criminals, and not explaining to bureaucrats how we do our job and save lives.

When I stepped out of that room, ready to kill someone, (Y/N) was waiting for me with a cup of hot coffee and a brownie.

- “Are they still alive?”- she asked and I shook my head.

- “Barely!”

- “They are the worst people I’ve ever had to argue with. I am sure you didn’t make it easy for them.”

- “Of course not. But they are infuriating.”- I sipped my coffee and looked around. The rest of the team was sitting close, discussing what had happened. I looked at Jennifer talking with Morgan and my body felt the impulse of moving as far from her as possible.

- “Do you wanna go for a walk?”- I heard her asking, whispering the words after probably noticing I was uncomfortable being around JJ. But before I could reply, the secretary informed us the senators wanted to talk with the entire team plus Emily, and that we had to go back to the room in a few minutes.

- “It’s ok”- I murmured as I caressed her cheek and kissed the tip of her nose- “Do we still have a date tonight?”

- “It’s the only thing that keeps me going right now”- she replied and smiled. I noticed JJ’s eyes on me from the other side of the room but ignored her. By then she probably knew something was going on with us, but I didn’t have the energy to care.

- “This team took many unprecedented risks. None were approved. The DlOG has rules, and you chose to ignore every last one. That's blatant disrespect to the Bureau, and to the authority of law in general.”

Cramer was scolding us. We all sat in front of him, in a line, like kids, listening carefully to each one of his words. I looked at the team, and all of them were so polite, even (Y/N). Meanwhile, I sat there crossing my legs, staring at the senators raising an eyebrow the entire time, letting them know they had no effect on me, ‘cos I honestly didn’t care what they thought of my actions. I stood by the facts, and the facts were simple: Declan was safe, and that was all that mattered.

- “What I find interesting is that you are the experts in behavior, but find nothing wrong with yours.”- Cramer continued and I had to suppress rolling my eyes at him.

- “May l?”- Prentiss interrupted his speech, and for once, Cramer made a pause long enough for her to start talking.- “The journey was not traditional, but this team neutralized four international criminals and saved the life of a young boy in the process.”

- “You started a war with lan Doyle, years ago, that this team and the US government had to finish.”- the chairman stared at Emily with fury in his eyes- “The rest of you are dismissed. Agent Prentiss, we're not done.”

I stood up right away and helped (Y/N) with her chair. Her cheeks were red in anger as she stared at me, literally biting her tongue not to say anything she would regret in front of the senators. I held her hand on our way out and kissed it as we walked out of the room.

- “It’s not fair”- she whispered- “We didn’t do anything wrong! Why are they doing this?”

And for once, I had no idea what to answer. I just squeezed her hand and kissed her temple as we waited for the rest of the team to gather around.

- “You should wait for the resolution at the BAU”- Strauss suggested once we were all there. I didn’t wait for anyone else to say another thing and started walking out, still holding (Y/N)’s hand. I didn’t want to be there, and mostly, I didn’t want to be around JJ any longer. I knew she was going to start asking questions and I wasn’t in the mood to pretend I wasn’t upset with her.

- “Are we going straight back to work?”- she asked as we headed to the car.

- “It wouldn’t hurt to get some paperwork done if we are taking a month off for the honeymoon.”- I replied as I sat behind the steering wheel and started it. She stayed in silence for a moment, fidgeting with her hands on her lap as I started driving to the Quantico.

- “I need you to take a detour”- she said after a few minutes.

- “Why?”

- “I need to pick something for the wedding”- and I didn’t argue with that. Besides, I didn’t want to get back to work right away and face the team. I just wasn’t ready. I didn’t have the energy or the patience to deal with everything.

I followed (Y/N)’s directions and drove us to an underground parking lot on the other side of town. There wasn’t much movement around us, no cell phone sign. I parked and stopped the car. (Y/N) didn’t move from her seat as I turned to her and raised an eyebrow.

- “What do you need to get here?”

- “Nothing honey. I might have lied to you”- she whispered and bit her lips.

- “Then what are we doing here?”

- “It. We are doing it here right here, right now.”

I felt my breath catch in my throat as I heard her saying those words. My cock twitched inside my pants as well. In a second, (Y/N) moved from her seat and sat on my lap, straddling me.

- “Wh… why?”

- “Because I want you so much right now I can’t wait until we are back home tonight.”- she whispered and cupped my cheeks between her soft hands. I caressed her waist as she stared into my eyes and cut me a short smile- “Besides, you’ve been a badass today, Spencer Reid, and I can’t control myself when you act like that.”

- “I haven’t… when… why?”- but my questions didn’t get any answers. What I did get was a kiss, a wet sloppy kiss, feeling (Y/N)’s tongue playing between my lips as her fingers tangled in my hair. I groaned softly against her mouth as my arms gathered around her and held her closer to me.

- “How glad are you that I am wearing a skirt today’”- she whispered in my ear as she rolled it up.

- “Very”- I managed to answer, feeling her fingers working on my pants.

- “Rise up for a second.”- she commanded and I lifted my hips, as her skilled hands managed to roll down my pants and underwear at the very same time- “Gorgeous”- I heard her murmur as she stared at my cock standing proud between us- “Can I sit on it?”

- “Please”- I begged as she kissed me fiercely. I guided one of my hands between her legs and moved her underwear to the side, toying slowly with her clit- “You are so wet, ma cheriè”

- “I wanted to sit on you like this ever since we got out of the house this morning”- she whispered and smiled, guiding my cock to her center- “And after seeing you sitting there in front of all those senators, I just wanted to fuck your brains out, my sweet soon to be husband.”

- “Oh shit.”- I gasped at the sensation of her warmth around my dick. She sat on me slowly and stayed still, looking into my eyes for a few seconds, getting used to the sensation.

- “Am I too dirty, daddy?”- her words made me groan.

- “Yes, you are very dirty, princess.”

- “And what are you gonna do about it?”

- “I’m gonna fuck that attitude out of you”- I grabbed her hips and started moving her on top of me, hearing her moaning right away.

(Y/N)’s point of view

I don’t know what I was thinking when I took Spencer to that underground parking lot. I wasn’t even sure he would be on board with what I had in mind. I just couldn’t control myself. I needed to fuck him, feel him in me. There was something animalistic and primitive about it. Just… it was the way he had acted that day in front of the authorities that just got me. I needed to fuck him in that car, out of the law, in a public space.

Who knew Spencer would be on board? And not only that, he was making things even dirtier. He opened my shirt and cupped my tits, kneading them and sucking on my nipples.

- “I can feel you are close”- he whispered as he kept fucking me at a regular peace- “But I haven’t said you can cum yet.”

- “But… hon…”- I argued, panting, feeling my legs almost shaking at each side of him. He just raised an eyebrow and stared at me before sucking on my tits again. He knew very well what he was doing.

- “Only good girls cum, and you have been very bad and dirty today.”

- “I’m sorry daddy”- I mumbled, a mess in his hands- “Could you…”- it was hard actually talking when he was fucking me so good. I was the one on top, but he was the one in charge. And god, he knew how to make me feel good.

- “Could I, what?”- I looked at his smirk and tried to keep my cool.

- “Please, daddy. I’ll be good”

- “Not yet. Show me how badly you wanna cum around my cock.”

- “So much”- I panted- “I dragged you to a parking lot so you could fuck me.”

- “Yes, you did. Such a needy girl for me.”

- “I just want you so much. I need you to make me cum and fill me”- he groaned and started slamming faster into me. I held him tight, almost pulling his hair as he hid his face between my breasts, licking and nibbling and driving me to the edge in a matter of seconds.

- “Please, Spencer…”- he didn’t reply, instead, he increased the speed. I could feel my pussy dripping as he slammed into me at brutal peace. The car was definitely moving, we weren’t being subtle and if anyone saw us, they would definitely know what we were doing.

- “I love you so much”- I heard him whispering as my walls and legs shook around him, and my orgasm hit me like a massive wave. I moaned and gasped, mumbling his name as I felt him cumming inside of me, whispering sweet words against my skin as he did. Slowly, we both started calming down, but his arms never moved from me, keeping me close to him, as he stayed inside of me.

- “Is this what you had in mind when you put on that little skirt this morning?”- I heard him asking in a low voice.

- “No, but I am definitely wearing this more often”- I teased him and pecked his lips.

- “I love you so much, chipmunk.”

- “I love you more, honey bunny.”- I leaned and kiss him softly, in weird contrast to how hard he had just fucked me. He smiled into the kiss and hummed.

- “Was this your way to help me deal with all the stress we’ve been under in the last few days?”

- “In a way, yes. Also… you really look hot in that sweater and I always dreamt of riding you as you wore it.”

- “I’ve had this sweater for at least six years.”- I giggled and nodded.

- “Yes, and that’s for how long I’ve been longing to fuck you like this.”- I moved from his lap and opened my purse, trying to find some baby wipes to clean us. Spencer stared at me in silence for a few seconds, making me feel very self-conscious for a moment.

- “What?”- I raised an eyebrow as I met his eyes, which kept staring at me in adoration.

- “I just still find it very hard to believe that you love me. And that you were in love with me all this time, the same way I’ve loved you.”- I sighed, smiling, and fixed my skirt, trying to look presentable to go back to work.

- “Why is it so hard to believe, hon?”

- “‘Cos you are you… and I am me. And I can’t believe someone like you wanted to fuck someone like me, wearing this sweater.”

- “I love that sweater”

- “I can tell”

- “And I love you”- he hummed and nodded- “And I will show you how much I love you every day until I die”

- “Which won’t ever happen if it depends on me.”- Spencer leaned over and kissed me, caressing my cheeks sweetly as he did.

- “I know honey. Now what if we get out of here before someone comes?”- he just nodded and started the car. I shook my head thinking of the first time I ever saw him wearing that sweater. Elle was still on the team, which means it had been a very long time before. I always loved Spencer. Why did I take so long to do something about it?

When we walked into the BAU, Rossi, Emily, and García were taking down Prentiss’ picture from the hall. It was a weird scene, yet heartwarming in a way. Emily was back. Was she going to rejoin the team considering Doyle was dead and Declan was safe? I surely hoped so.

JJ stood next to Garcia, right in front of me, and cut me a short smile. I didn’t move a facial muscle and ignored her. Luckily, Derek was throwing a tantrum and Hotch focused on him and never noticed I was about to be a bitch with JJ.

- “I understand that you're angry, but I hope that you understand that this is not about you or me. This was about saving Emily.”- I heard our Unit Chief scolding Morgan, and though I wanted to argue with him, I couldn’t. Not only he wasn’t talking to me, but also Strauss walked over and looked at Hotch.

- “We need to talk”

That didn’t sound good.

- “In case we don’t get our jobs back, I was thinking I could start teaching.”- Spencer whispered as we walked hand in hand to the briefing room.

- “Are you serious?”- his words surprised me, ‘cos though I knew that was something Spencer always dreamed of doing, him saying it meant the world.

- “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it, and I think it’s a good plan. Eventually, we will surely need to change our lifestyle a little, when the kids come. I love our job, but I don’t wanna miss any school play or soccer game ‘cos I am chasing psycho killers.”

I stopped walking in the middle of the bullpen and held his hand tight. He stared at me with a warm smile and kissed my forehead, as I did my best not to cry.

- “Sounds so nice when you talk about our kids.”

- “I love it as well.”- he whispered, blushing.

- “But you didn’t ask me if I wanted to leave the BAU”- I teased and continued walking- “And you know I’ve worked very hard to get this job and work with the team.”

- “I know, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to”- he quickly replied and followed me- “I mean, we are just talking about it, not making any agreement.”- I hummed and nodded as I turned to him and winked.

- “They made a decision”- Strauss announced as we all stood around the table, waiting for the resolution. We all stared at her in anticipation, waiting to know our fate.

- “The committee made it clear they will not support

a rogue team. Agent Prentiss convinced them you were not that. They will be watching you closely… so I suggest you play by their rules.”- I let out a breath I never noticed I was holding and held Spencer’s hand tight, he squeezed mine sweetly immediately.

- “So, we're okay?”- Penelope asked in shock.

- “Suspension is lifted for everyone.”- Strauss announced

- “Thank you, ma'am.”- JJ answered and Spencer turned to me with a sweet smile. I knew he wanted to continue in the BAU right now.

- “There may be more paperwork considering your... situation, but the team is lucky to have you if you're interested.”- Strauss made a pause and stared at Prentiss, waiting for an answer. I felt my heart skip a beat at the thought of having Emily back. I thought it was going to be harder than that. I mean, I was sure Strauss didn’t want to have her back on the team. I imagined there would be trouble, Hotch would have to make an entire presentation in front of a whole different commission to explain why we had to get Emily back. But no. It was just as easy as that.

- “May I think about it?”- I turned to look at Emily, absolutely surprised as she delivered that line. What did she have to think about?

- “Of course.”

- “I'm in.”- I almost smacked her, as we all sighed relieved to know our friend was back in the team. Even Hotch smiled and let’s be honest, that means a lot.

- “I have a stack of cases on my desk. I'm happy to pass them along.”- Strauss said and smiled at us politely.

- “I'll pick them up in the morning.”- Hotch replied and nodded at her as she started making her way out of the room.

- “Emily, um…”- Derek asked and for a moment I thought he was going to freak out. But instead, he just asked- “What did you tell them?

- “I just… told them you were the only team I knew who could accomplish that mission. And they believed me.”- Emily explained, though it was clear there was something there she wasn’t sharing.

- “I think this team deserves at least a few drinks tonight”- Rossi said and tapped on Hotch’s back, who nodded- “Come on kids. The first round is on me.”

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The Fate You Fight - Pt. 4

Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

[TFYF Masterlist]

Tags: soulmate AU, telephatic link soulmate, architect!reader, jewish!Wanda, post-MoM, hurt/comfort, no proofreading

Warnings: mention of abuse, description of violence, language

Summary: You never wanted anything to do with your soulmate, but when you find her in an advanced state of distress you had to help. After that, it becomes hard to let her go.

A/n: welp, this is the last chapter. I did write huuuh the spicy part. Gonna put it in the masterlist and post it via my shadowbanned account so i stick to the nice Tumblr Policies TM

Thank you to all who read that short serie, it was fun to write honestly, even if towards the end I started losing the momentum. Now at least I know that if I don't finish my oneshot in less than 10k i will have a easier time just posting it, so that was a learning experience 🤣

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"I think… I will agree," Wanda said, a week after America asked her to be her Avenger chaperone. You looked up from your book as a sitcom was playing in the background for the Witch, Anath and Jamie in the kitchen having their own conversation - or at least you thought they did considering the way they would start laughing despite never saying a word.

Since then you had talked a few times about the subject, but it was always to help her make a better informed decision. Until now. You put a bookmark in your book - a treatise on south asian architecture - and put it down on the table. You crossed your legs as you straightened up to turn her way.

"Okay," you answered, an invitation for her to continue.

She mirrored your position and took one of your hands to play with it. "If she's comfortable with it… I think I should take the opportunity. This way I can– I think helping her would be an important step for me too, you know."

You nodded and without really thinking brought her hand to your lips to give it a small kiss. "I'm proud of you."

The blush that crept on her face reached the roots of her hair, sharing a very similar red tint. "Well, you know, it's… thanks to you. A lot. So. Hm. I'm proud of you too!"

You laughed at her babbling and she became even redder than her hair this time. "Thanks, Wands."

"Hey, lovebirds, food is ready," Jamie called from the kitchen, and it was your turn to blush furiously.

You mumbled something while Wanda was dying of embarrassment next to you. Jamie was very lucky that he was such a good chef.

For the past few days Wanda noticed that you had been incredibly busy. You were barely home, and if you told her it was for work, she could feel that there was something else but you had been closing off your telepathic link to her and it started to worry her. Did she do something wrong? Were you getting tired of her? Some of the Avengers were wondering if Wanda was going to come back live at the newly built Compound - it had been rebuilt by Pepper and was supposed to also be used as an embassy of sorts for any extraterrestrial visitors - and it made her wonder if you were getting tired of her living in your place. After all, it was a temporary arrangement. Maybe you were growing tired of sharing your bed with her? Would you have said something?

She had tried to bring the subject up with Anath and Jamie but they seemed to both be out of the loop too. It was starting to seriously make her anxious when finally one day you finally put an end to her misery.

"Wanda?" You called her from the kitchen after you put your keys down. At the time she was busy meditating - floating - in the guest room in order to not lose it at her doubt, something she learned from America, funnily enough. Her partnership with the girl was going great.

"Guest room!" She shouted from where she was.

You smiled when you saw her floating there, fondly admiring her and the red tendrils around her. Seeing her like that always made you want to jump on her to see if she would go back to the ground or float with you.

"Don't," she said before you could look for an answer. You pouted and she opened her eyes, slowly lowering herself.

"One day I'll do it and you won't be able to stop me," you threatened half-heartedly. She arched an eyebrow and tilted her head almost in a challenge. "But that's not why I'm here."

"Why are you here then?" She asked, curious, and you extended your hand to help her out of the bed.

"Well, I have a surprise." You offered her a cocky grin as she ended up standing up against you, a hand on your shoulder and the other still in yours, her red dress following the swift movement it took for her to get up.

"Is it a koala thing again?" You snorted and she crossed her arms.

"No, not this time, I promise."

"Okay, lead the way," she agreed, still narrowing her eyes at you suspiciously.

It took you a while to bring her where you wanted, having to drive there in New York's traffic. You stopped in front of a building with a scaffolding outside and opened the door with a set of keys, letting Wanda in. She looked around the building with a slight frown. The place was clearly still under construction, the cement walls still clearly visible and tools aligned close to the walls.

"Did you decide to murder me…?"

You snorted and shook your head. "No, come on." You grabbed her hand and guided her almost all the way upstairs. Once you stopped - and got your breath back - you showed her a door hole and she went through, seeing a clothed table set with two plates and two candles in the middle of it. There were also two chairs and a camping lantern on another table with a basket next to it, a bucket of ice and some champagne.

"What's all this," she asked, turning to look at you when she felt you stop next to her.

You tried to look confident, but inside you were a wreck. "Well. Today it's been a year since I found you in this building. I thought it would be a good spot for a date, you know?"

Wanda's heart picked up, and she looked at you, mouth agape. "A date?"

"Mhm. If you want it to be. Otherwise it can just be a celebration of your first step into recovery." You looked away, hand on the back of your neck as your cheeks heated up like crazy.

"I definitely want it." She said very quickly, and your eyes widened as you looked back at her, at the way her lips tugged in a big toothy smile like you'd never seen before. "To be a date, I mean. I've wanted it for a long time."

"Yeah, me too," you admitted with a small scoff. "I just was a bit of a coward. Still am honestly." You chuckled shyly at that and her eyes softened.

"It's okay." She leaned closer to you, her eyes finding yours when she steadied your gaze with a hand on your cheek. "You've been brave for me." She glanced at your lips and your breath hitched in your throat, your mouth dry. Her fingers caressed your skin and grabbed your chin to bring you closer, her breath fanning your skin. "I can be brave for you a little."

Her head tilted closer to yours, her lips barely touching yours in a heartbeat, savouring the warmth produced by this simple proximity, the softness barely brushed, before you closed the distance reverently.

You remembered reading somewhere that kissing your soulmate for the first time felt like a religious experience, but now that you were kissing Wanda, you realized how short this description fell in the face of the bliss that coursed through your veins. If you loved her before, now you could feel it grow to become a profound adoration, a bond to last for your whole life.

And you understood.

You could see all the ways she saw you, all the love she felt for you, and she could feel all of yours. It was a new perspective, a way to offer the one you loved most a glimpse of what they truly meant to you, how much they were loved, empathy in the form of love.

Not only that, you could also feel the way her body reacted to the kiss, the tingling sensation emanating from each place where your bodies touched, and it made you hungry for more. The kiss hardened quickly. You pressed Wanda closer to you and moaned when her hand pressed your bottom, an occasion she used to slide her tongue against yours. You accommodated the velvety muscle, your heart beating in your chest, your core burning in anticipation. You could feel where she wanted to go, you knew she wanted it - that much was made even clearer when her fingertips snaked under your shirt to look for the hem of your pants - but you still had to ask.

"Wands, are you–"

She didn't let you finish your sentence and instead bit your lip. "Yes, I'm sure."

Once all was said and done, you let go of one another and retrieved your clothes. You looked at the mess you'd done - one of the plates actually shattered on the ground and the candles fell there too - and grimaced.

"I think dinner is kind of a no-go," you commented as you finished dressing and started taking care of the mess.

Wanda looked apologetic. "Sorry, I kind of ruined it, didn't I?"

You laughed at that and shook your head, bringing her against you to kiss her again. "No, not at all. I had a wonderful moment, plus we can still eat the food and drink the champagne. I'm pretty sure it tastes the same even from the bottle."

She smiled at you, a bit shy, which was a stark contrast after what happened between the both of you.

"So what do we do?"

"Let's just get everything we can and maybe eat all of it in my room?"

She laughed at that. "Okay, but we're putting on protection for the bed. I refuse to sleep in breadcrumbs."

"Deal."

Protection with your girlfriend who apparently was able to accidentally create life might have been a good idea, you realized a few months later when Wanda started showing a baby bump.

"I swear, I had no idea this could happen!" She cried, panic settling over her when she realized her weight gain and late periods might have to do with the very intimate life you two were having.

"I believe you," you said simply with a sigh before you hugged her, rocking her in your arms. This was happening all so fast - too fast, actually, you thought - but you had no idea what you wanted to do. "How about we go see Strange and Wong, see if they know what's up?"

The idea to go to those two men seemed to scare her even more than the pregnancy itself.

"Bruce?" You then asked. She considered the idea and gave a small nod. She knew his thing was science, but what was science if not magic put under a microscope.

Now that this was decided, there was maybe one other thing to discuss, but you knew you weren't ready for that discussion yet. Not when the reality of your girlfriend being pregnant with a magic baby hadn't even fully sinked in yet.

You spent most of the care ride to the new Compound facility thinking about it. You were almost certain that Wanda would want to keep whatever was going to burst out of her womb. But you? You had no idea what you wanted. You didn't even want a soulmate less than two years ago, so a kid? That was on a whole other level.

When you arrived, you found Bruce in his lab, and after a few explanations, he looked between the two of you with confusion etched all across his face.

"Okay, I'm gonna be honest guys, I have no idea how this could have happened," he said. "The best I could do is tell you the genetic makeup of the kid, but other than that, I won't be of any help."

So you were back to square one. On your way back to the car, you noticed the way Wanda hid her belly behind her hands protectively. Yem, she definitely wanted to keep it.

"What about the witch from Westview?" You asked when you were back in the car.

"Agatha?"

You nodded, leaving the parking. "I mean… she might have knowledge from it. If you can reverse what you did to her."

This would be risky, but if you couldn't go see the weird wizards on the mountain, a witch was your best option.

"I probably could, but we'll need to take precautions," she agreed, and you made your way to Westview.

Coming back was hard for Wanda. Everywhere she looked, she could see memories of all the wrong she did, sometimes even recognizing some faces. She insisted you stop to get her a cap and some sunglasses, and you were glad you did when you saw her sink further in her seat. Finally, you parked the car in front of a suburban house like you could see everywhere in America and a brown-haired woman came out the door to look at you coming out of the car. Wanda stayed inside a little bit longer, taking a deep breath before she finally joined you.

"Wanda! How is it poppin' cupcake!" Agatha says in her Agnes role. "Finally introducing me to your soulmate?"

How she knew that was a mystery to you, but she guessed there was still a link between herself and Agatha from the spell she submitted her to.

You followed your girlfriend inside where she summoned runes on the walls to block the witch's powers. After that, she dispelled the curse on Agatha. Her expression changed slowly when she realized where her life went for the past year and a half and the hate that inhabited her took over her features.

"You."

"I'm not here to harm you, Agatha," Wanda said, very calmly considering the circumstances.

"Then what? Did you come to gloat with your new toy?" She asked, throwing a deadly stare your way. Wanda caught it and grabbed the witch's jaw in her hand to have her look at her.

"Don't ever talk about her like that again, or look at her that way, understood?"

A large smirk formed on the brunette's lips, finding Wanda's anger cute. But still, she had to play her cards right, maybe this way she would get out of this hell Wanda was putting her through. "Alright, tiger. Why don't you tell me what's brought you here?"

Wanda let go of her face and brought her hands in front of her slightly bulging belly, and Agatha looked at it, a cruel laugh on her lips when she realized what was happening.

"Oh, bunny, you're magically pregnant again? You really don't learn from your mistakes."

Thanks to your knowledge of the Westview incident, you're not surprised by her words, so you stay hovering around still, staying out of your girlfriend's way.

"I need to know how it happened."

"Well, when two mommies love each other very much," she starts and you roll your eyes. It doesn't amuse Wanda, so Agatha gets on with it. "Don't worry, it's not the same thing that happened with the Hex. It's more of a two-soulmates-with-magic developpement, hon."

You frowned. Was it as in two soulmates needed to have magic or one was enough? You decided to put the semantics to the side for now.

"How do I control it?" Wanda asked.

Agatha seemed to think about it. "I don't know, after a year and a half of being Agnes details have become a little fuzzy."

"What do you want?" Wanda asked her.

"Take a guess."

"I can't let you stay yourself," she said with a frown.

"Of course you can! Promise, I'll play nice."

This was an obvious lie, but you decided to step up. "What if we came up with some form of magic house arrest for now?" You proposed and Agatha considered it.

"That would be acceptable."

This probably meant she was already thinking about how to escape it. You looked at Wanda, sending some of your thoughts to her, including that Strange and Wong could help contain her. After a few minutes of back and forth, Wanda finally nodded.

"Alright. House arrest it is."

And with that, Agatha gave you the information you needed about the pregnancy, how it came to be and how it would likely go. You left after a few hours, Wanda clearly feeling better about the whole thing, and you feeling confused more than ever about what magic could and couldn't do. So far, the latter category seemed rather empty.

When you arrived back home, you went to take a shower, your thoughts still swirling around your mind. Wanda was safe, and the potential kid was safe, so, now the question was: were both of you truly ready to be parents, and did you even want it? You let the water wash over you despite the cloud in your head. Maybe you should talk about it to someone. You certainly should, you just had to decide who.

You came out of the bathroom linked to your room and was surprised when you felt arms come circling around you.

"Hey, detka," Wanda whispered in your ears. You could feel the concern emanating from her, the discussion she wanted to have, and you turned in her arms to face her.

"Hey love." You put your arms around her waist and she laid her head on your shoulder. "Can we…"

"We'll have to talk about it." She was right, of course. But you needed more time right now. You rubbed your nose against her neck as you nestled closer to her. "Eventually."

That addition took a weight off of your shoulders and you hugged her tighter. "Thank you."

She nodded against you. "We're in this together, Y/n."

You closed your eyes, Wanda being the one rocking you right now as your mind was a mess. Her hands were warm against your back, reassurance sipping through it. It made you feel like everything was going to be alright.

"Have you ever thought about being a mother?" You asked Anath who was eating across from you in the hospital food court. She almost choked on her salad at your question, while you were just pushing your food around on your plate.

"I mean. Yeah, I thought about it, but it's not my thing," Anath answered. "When Jamie and I started dating we kind of both decided we didn't want any." She shrugged, it was as simple as that. "Why? Wanda and you are having that conversation already?"

You suddenly felt like hiding. You were the one who initiated the subject, but still. You were still shy about it, you still had to force it out or you would never get anywhere.

"Not exactly, but the subject came up."

"Aaand?" Anath pressed, eating some of her food.

"And I don't know if I'm ready," was your conclusion. "I don't know if I ever will, if I'm honest."

You pushed your plate away, you were not hungry, anxiety eating away at you. "Then tell her that."

Of course nothing was ever so simple. "I think it's a bit too late for that," you muttered.

"Wait, what?" Anath frowned. "Are you pregnant?"

You looked at her, shocked. "No!"

"Is she?" You looked away with a groan. "She is! Wait. Did she cheat on you?"

"No, it's a magic accident apparently." With a sight, you started playing with your paper towel, cutting it in small squares. "And I don't know what to do. I know she'll want to keep it. But… I–" you closed your eyes. "I used to want kids, someday, but I also know… I'll never be a good mother. I'm not made for that. And that would be unfair to the kid."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm just… What if I get mad at it and scream? Or worse? What if I turn out like my dad?" And that was the whole gist of it, really, because if he turned from good soulmate to abusive asshole, it meant you could too, and you didn't know if you could take it honestly.

"Oh, Y/n…" she extended her hand to take yours. "You won't. You're kind and caring and selfless. If you decide to get there with Wanda, you'll do a great job."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I've known you for ten years, and I remember you putting yourself in danger to save my life. And then help Wanda so much." She squeezed her hand. "If you get a kid, you'll do everything for them, you'll lay your life for them. You'll be a great mom."

You looked in your friend's eyes, touched by her words. "Thanks."

"Anytime." She offered you a nice smile. "Just don't forget that I'd make a fabulous godmother."

"You're jewish, Anath," you reminded her.

She offered you a large, knowing smile before you both laughed.

When you came back home that night after work, you seeked out Wanda and quickly found her cooking something. Luckily so far she hadn't shown any disgust for any particular food yet. You leaned over the counter to give her a peck on the lips she returned.

"How was your day at work?" She asked casually.

"Um. Good. You know, the usual. I was actually wondering if we could… you know."

She arched an eyebrow, multiple things coming to mind right now. When you realized what she was thinking about, you laughed a bit nervously.

"No, not that, I wanted to talk. About…" you pointed at her belly. She was wearing more baggy clothes lately since you kept her condition a secret for now. Until you had the conversation you wanted to have right now.

"About me being pregnant?" You nodded. "Do you want to sit?"

The food she was cooking could probably stand a few minutes of discussion. "Yes, please?" She put a lid on the pot and walked away from it, walking with you to the couch. You sat next to each other, holding hands as you tried to find your words. Wanda was trying to keep her anxiety at bay, but it was difficult.

"It scares me," you murmured to her, and she tightened her hold on your hands. "The whole parenting thing. Because… I don't know if I'm good enough for it. For you. For them." You had given up on just calling it now, knowing they were coming anyway, so might as well get used to it.

"Y/n… I love you." It wasn't the first time she said it, but it still made your heart beat faster. "If you'll allow me, I'll do you a kindness, and I'll tell you the same thing you told me." She came closer to you and brought your forehead to hers, a hand behind your neck. "You're a good person. And you'll do good by me, and by them."

Wanda leaned closer and kissed your lips slowly. You kissed her back, absorbing all the comfort she was offering you.

"Okay. Okay…" you whispered against her lips.

"Does that mean…"

You nodded with a shy smile. "I'll probably still need to take some steps to make sure I'll be good enough, but we can start looking for names."

Wanda threw her arms around your neck to hug you and kiss you with a happy squeal. You laughed, feeling like you could cry to see her so happy. You stayed in each other's arms as happiness washed over you. When you let go of each other, you put your hands on her shoulders.

"Hey, huh… I was kind of waiting before talking to you about it but… not long after meeting you, I bought a place. The one I brought you for dinner on our first date. It's still under construction but when it's finished, maybe we could move together?"

"Yes, I do," she said with the biggest smile she ever had on her face.

Your marriage ceremony was small and private, only with your close friends, Strange officiating - which was odd in some ways, but no more than having magic babies, both of them now toddlers holding small baskets with petals they spread before when you walked down the aisle earlier, Clint holding Wanda's arm and Jamie yours.

Holding Wanda's hands, you approached closer, leaning for a kiss before Strange cleared his throat.

"I haven't finished." You pouted but took a small step back. "By the powers vested in me by the state of New York, I declare you wives. Now you can kiss," he directed that at you and you finally got to kiss your new wife.

You let out a yelp when she dipped you, then laughed as she kissed you some more, your friends applauding. When she brought you back up, both kids ran to you and you took one each before walking towards your congratulating friends.

Life was good, better than you ever imagined it would be now that you had Wanda and the kids.

You were happy.

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