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bumblesimagines · 3 years

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Part 20

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"Time travel sounds fun until you see how cringy you used to be." You said, watching Nebula fix some things on the suit Scott had on.

"I've never been cringy." Scott said. You stayed silent in response, glancing at Rhodes. Scott blinked, scoffing softly as you giggled.

"You're great, Scott." You gave a tired smile. Bruce went to put in the red capsules.

"Hey- Hey, be careful!"

"I'm being very careful." Bruce replied.

"No, you're being very Hulky." Scott put in the capsules himself. Even if Bruce was careful, he could still crush whatever was in there without even thinking about it. It was weird seeing Bruce in Hulks body but you supposed it helped end the beef they had. Scott and Bruce went back and forth until he turned small and big in a second.

"Alright, one test run." Scott gave a sheepish smile, glancing at everyone in the room. "I'm not ready for this."

"I'm game." You turned your head, looking at Clint. You crossed your arms, a soft sigh leaving you.

"I'll do it." Clint shrugged. Scott licked his lips, looking at Bruce. Bruce gave him a small nod so Scott walked out of the room to change out of the suit. Clint followed.

"So.. He got a new tattoo." Rhodes glanced at you. You licked your lips, shrugging lightly. Rhodes sighed, leaving the room momentarily before returning with some twizzlers. He offered one to you, giving a small smile. You took it, taking a small bite from it as Clint walked into the room with the suit on. Nebula made sure everything was good with the suit.

"Clint, you're gonna feel a little discombobulated from the shift. Don't worry about it." Bruce told him.

"Wait, wait.. Let me ask you something. If we can do this, you know go back in time, why don't we just find baby Thanos and just.." Rhodes made a wrapping and squeezing motion.

"I mean, it's a solid idea. Baby Thanos was probably real ugly anyways." You said, chewing on the candy. Bruce stared at you and Rhodes in disbelief.

"First of all, that's horrible-"

"It's Thanos."

"And secondly, time doesn't work that way. Changing the past doesn't change the future."

"We go back and get the stones before Thanos gets them.. Thanos doesn't get the stones!" Scott said, shrugging. Rhodes nodded, motioning to him.

"Problem solved!"

"Bingo." Clint nodded as Nebula glanced at them, giving a small shake of her head.

"That's not how it works." She muttered.

"Anyways, who told you that?"

"Star Trek, Terminator, Time Cop, Time After Time, Wrinkle in Time, Hot Tub Time Machine-"

"So, any movie with time in the name." You said with a chuckle.

"Well, it doesn't work like that. If you travel to the past, that past becomes your future and your former present becomes your past." Bruce explained. You hummed, continuing to munch on the twizzler.

"If time travel works.. That means there's different versions of ourselves in different.. Dimensions, right? Like living things we've lived and making decisions we'll eventually make?"

"Yes, actually." Bruce nodded, glad that at least someone was getting it.

"For example, my past self might be in Sokovia fighting Ultron right now while my future self might be relaxing on a beach." Bruce said with a shrug. You hummed, nodding.

"I wonder what my future self is doing.."

"Probably getting therapy instead of napping and drinking." Rhodes muttered, glancing at you. You scoffed softly.

"You drink?" Clint questioned, brows furrowing as a frown tugged at his lips. You shifted your gaze back to the man you used to call dad and shrugged.

"Occasionally." Once the suit was good to go and Bruce had told Clint everything he needed to do, you followed the guys and Nebula to the platform Rocket had built. It was surprising how much a raccoon could built. You glanced at Thor, giving him a small nod. Bruce walked up to the controls, the others standing behind him as they watched Clint stand in the center.

"Alright, Clint.. We're going in three.. Two.." You could tell Clint was nervous, you were too. Despite everything, he had still been someone who took you in and loved you. You slowly chewed on the twizzler, gaze flickering around the platform. To Clint it could feel like hours but it would merely be seconds for you and the others. Clint suddenly appeared, falling on the ground. The helmet retracted as he panted. Natasha quickly rushed up onto the platform with you following incase he had injuries. Natasha helped him up, getting him grounded as Clint looked around.

"I saw her... I saw Lila again.." Clint panted. You stared at him, swallowing as your grip on the twizzler tightened. Clint tossed a baseball glove at Tony, nodding.

"It worked." Clint said. A sense of relief filled you along with everyone. There was a chance at getting everyone back. The team turned, heading to an office in order to talk more and come up with a game plan. You finished your twizzler, taking a seat and watching Tony pull up pictures of the stones.

"We gotta find out the when and the where." Steve said, looking over all of the stones.

"Almost everyone in this room has had at least one encounter with an infinity stone." Steve turned his attention onto everyone. You supposed Vision counted as an encounter.

"Or substitute encounter by being damn near killed by one of the stones." Tony added, shrugging as he sipped on his coffee.

"I haven't." Scott piped in. "I have no clue what the hell you're talking about."

"Regardless, we only have enough pinparticles for one trip each and these stones have been in a lot of different places throughout history." Bruce said, slowly walking around the office.

"Our history." Tony reminded him. "So, not alot of convenient spots to drop in."

"Which means we'll have to pick our targets." Clint muttered. Tony nodded, shooting him the side eye. You cocked a brow when you made eye contact with Tony. Tony simply patted your shoulder.

"Let's start with the ether. Thor, what do you know?" Steve asked, everyones' attention shifting onto the god of lighting. Thor sat in a corner, coke bottle in hand and sunglasses on.

"Is he asleep?" Natasha asked after Thor didn't answer. You stared at him. The last five years had definitely been rough for him.

"Pretty sure he's dead." Rhodes mumbled. You sighed, reaching forward and grabbing a cup of water. You made it turn ice cold before tossing it at the god. Thor jolted awake, looking down at his wet shirt.

"Thor, the reality stone. What do you know about it?" Steve asked again, watching him stand and approach the picture of the reality stone. You listened to Thors' rambling, turning to look at Tony. Scott was the only one interested in what he had to say. Tony approached him, urging him to sit.

"Alright.. Who's next?"

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You stared at the pictures. Three stones in New York, one in Asgard, and the other two in Morag. You looked at Steve as he approached the hologram.

"Alright, we have a plan. Six stones, three teams. One shot." Steve said. You swallowed, glancing at Rocket and Thor. You had been assigned on their team. Just in case. You stood up with the others, going off to change. You stared at the two pictures in your locker. One of the Barton family and the other of the Stark family. You headed towards the platform after changing, standing beside Thor and Rocket.

"Stay safe." Natasha said softly, giving your arm a squeeze. Steve gave a pep talk before you put your helmet on. You absolutely hated the feeling as you went through what looked like a blue tunnel. When you blinked, you were in Asgard. Thor held a finger up to his lips, passing by a room. You followed, glancing back and seeing his brother. You had never officially met Loki but he was an odd dude. You reached a hall, standing besides Thor. You listened to the women talk in the hall. You shared a look with Rocket.

"There's Jane." Thor whimpered, shaking his head. Rocket sighed.

"Alright.." Rocket hopped off the stone block, looking at you and Thor.

"You're gonna charm her, (Y/N) will be our lookout, and I'll poke her with this thing, get the stone, and we'll be gone." Rocket said, watching Thor. You gave a nod but Thor sniffled.

"I'll be right back. The wine cellar is just down here. My father used to have this huge barrel of ale." You stared at Thor, letting out a sigh as you scratched your forehead. You heard a door opening and quickly ducked besides Rocket.

"Yes, and could you also let me know when Gaia plans on visiting again?" You blinked, feeling your body freeze. You slowly stood, glancing at Thor as he slowly walked down the hall, gaze on the woman.

"Who's the fancy woman?" Rocket asked, hopping onto the stone. You swallowed, turning your head and looking at the woman.

"That's my mother..." Thor answered. Your eyes slightly widened, turning to face Thor. You opened your mouth to ask him a question.

"She dies today." Thor whispered. You shut your mouth, frowning. You licked your lips, gaze flickering around.

"How.. How does she know Gaia?" You asked softly. Thor glanced at you with furrowed brows.

"She was a friend of my mothers'." Thor answered. He looked back at where his mother had been, shaking his head.

"I can't do this." He breathed out, beginning to pant softly. You and Rocket faced him. Rocket told Thor to get closer as Thor rambled. You blinked as Rocket slapped him, almost laughing at the sight of a raccoon slapping a god.

"You think you're the only one who lost people? What do you think we're doing here? I lost the only family I ever had. Same with nature boy over here. I get you miss your mom, but she's gone. Really gone and there are plenty of people who are kind of gone. You can help them. So is it too much to ask that you brush the crumbs out of your beard, talk to the girl, and when she's not looking, suck the infinity stone and help us get our families back?" Rocket stared at him. Thor nodded, a small whimper leaving him as his eyes watered.

"Thor, calm down." You said softly, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "You're the god of lighting, Thor. You can do this."

"Yeah, yeah, I can." Thor nodded. You gave him a small smile, following Raccoon towards the door. You turned, hearing footsteps rushing away. You sighed.

"He's gone." You muttered. Rocket groaned softly.

"You go after him. I'll go get the stone." Rocket said, turning around and walking towards the room.

"I don't know this place." You huffed, looking at the talking raccoon. Rocket let out an exasperated sigh.

"Be my lookout." He mumbled. You walked towards the room Jane was in, watching Rocket enter. You stood infront of the doors, gaze flickering around. You had no idea what you were gonna do if somebody asked you what you were doing. You swallowed, glancing in the direction Thors' mother had gone in.

"He'll be fine." You assured yourself, speedwalking in the direction. You spotted Thor, quietly walking towards him.

"Thor-"

"Shh." He brought up a finger to his lips. Thor grabbed you, keeping you hidden behind the pillar as his mother passed by. She dismissed her girls. You and Thor peeked around the corner.

"What are you doing?" You flinched, letting out a yelp as a woman yelped as well. You turned and faced her, watching her look at Thor. Thor suddenly grabbed you, covering you with his jacket.

"You're better off leaving the sneaking to your brother." The woman said, head tilting.

"What are you wearing? Who is this?" She asked, stepping forward. You swatted Thor's arm away, clearing your throat.

"Uhm, I'm- I'm (Y/N)." You said. Rocket was gonna kill you.

"Frigga." She gave a polite smile. "What are you wearing?" Friggas' brows furrowed, looking Thor over. Frigga slowly approached her son, placing a hand on his cheek. Thor rambled slightly. Frigga smiled softly.

"You're not the Thor I know, are you?" She asked softly.

"Yes I am."

"The future hasn't been kind to you, has it?" She gently brushed some hair out of his face. You watched her, gaze softening. You could see why Thor loved his mother so much. They shared a tight hug, something Thor had desperately needed.

"Let's talk." Frigga smiled. You tuned out as Thor spoke to his mother. You walked around her room, looking over the glass. You licked your lips, looking over at them.

"How do you know Gaia?" You asked softly. Frigga turned to look you curiously.

"Like, uhm, Thor told me but I.. I wanna know more." You said, facing her. Frigga tilted her head, slowly approaching you.

"Gaia? What would you want with her?"

"She's my mother and she.. She kind of abandonded me." You shrugged lightly, letting out a small awkward laugh. Frigga hummed, gaze softening.

"Gaia's in.. It's hard to explain. She's in The Garden. She lives there and it's how she watches over her creations." Frigga explained.

"How do I get there?"

"Fairy rings. Only certain people have access to her portals." Frigga said. You nodded, keeping it in mind. Thor stood, approaching you and his mom.

"Mother, I must tell you something-"

"No, Thor." Frigga turned to face her son, pressing a finger to his lips.

"Mother-"

"Guys!" Rocket shouted, running towards you. "You were supposed to watch the door!"

"I know." You gave an apologetic smile. Rocket shook his head, showing the stone.

"I got it." He breathed out. "Oh, hey, you must be mom."

"I wish we had more time." Thor said softly. Frigga smiled gently, grabbing his hands.

"This was a gift. Now you go and be the man you were meant to be." Frigga said softly. Thor gave her a sad smile.

"I love you, mom."

"I love you." Frigga hugged Thor tightly. She pulled back and smiled. Rocket began to count but Thor stopped him. He extended his hand towards the balcony area. You and Rocket shared a look.

"W-What are we looking at?" He asked.

"It takes a second." Frigga chuckled softly. Thors hammer returned to him, making him beam. You smiled softly as the suit returned.

"Nice meeting you." You said.

"Same here." Frigga smiled, giving a small wave. The helmet came on and you went back through the nauseating blue tunnel. You grunted, shutting your eyes tightly.

"Yeah, fuck that." You muttered, rubbing your forehead. You looked around, noticing Clint fall to his knees with teary eyes.

"Where's Nat?"

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stardust-walker · 3 years

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The (Victorious) Princess Bride: Chapter 2

Summary: Scott Lang is tasked with one of his hardest missions ever. Keep a trio of kids occupied as their parents decide to go on date nights. Never one to turn down a challenge or miss the chance to impress one of his superhero idols, Scott accepts. After his usual tricks for amusing kids fall through, he falls back on one of the classics: a story. If princesses, sword fighting, pirates, Valkyries, and magic are what it takes to keep these kids from tearing the house down, then he accepts.

Infinity War/ Endgame never happens. Mentions of chaotic dad Tony Stark. Loki x Sigyn.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: After Loki gets 'killed' by the Dread Pirate Fury, Sigyn vows to never love again. Fast forward 5 years and she's being forced to marry the Grandmaster and is suddenly in the hands of a familiar cast of characters. One of them happens to look a little too familiar.

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Scott had never been more grateful for Thor loving his own stories as he tried to continue with his own. He would really have to thank him for it later, honestly.

Loki had more than enough money for marriage, but more importantly he would need approval from his father. The time came when he had to pack the few belongings he had and left the farm to seek his fortune in the war with Svart...awhata.

“You said it wrong,” The dark haired boy piped up. His brother nodded in agreement.

“Who’s telling the story here, buckaroo?” Scott furrowed his brow as he continued.

Fine. The war with...Sakaar. Still, it was a very emotional time for Sigyn.

“I fear I’ll never see you again,” Sigyn sniffled as she clung to Loki like she truly meant her words. She wanted to never leave the spot where they stood. She knew that the war was dangerous and there was more of a chance that she would never see him again than either of them would truly like to believe.

“Of course you will,” Loki reassured her.

“But what if something happens to you?” Sigyn wiped at her eyes as the tears began to fall in spite of herself.

A small smile crossed Loki’s face as he wiped one of her tears away. “Hear this now. I will return for you no matter what.” Sigyn opened her mouth to interrupt him, but Loki continued. His face was more stern now, a determined look in his eye. “This is true love. You think this happens every day?”

Sigyn’s heart fluttered as she studied his face. There was no hint of trickery in his eyes or anything to make her think the words he spoke were false.

The blonde let out a weak laugh as she threw her arms around Loki’s neck. She pressed a kiss to his cheek and nuzzled her face into his neck. He might be speaking the truth, but there was no telling what the Norns had in store for them.

“Loki never reached his destination,” Scott stated solemnly. “His crew was attacked by the Dread Pirate Fury. Now the Dread Pirate Fury never kept captives alive. When Sigyn got the news that Loki had been killed…”

“Murdered by pirates?” The blond haired boy sounded shocked despite trying to come off as disinterested.

A small noise behind him made Scott turn quickly in his seat. “Wait who got murdered by pirates?”

“Jesus,” Scott yelped as he placed a hand over his heart.

The young girl on the couch threw her arms in the air. “Peter! Come sit! Uncle Scott is telling us a story and Loki just got killed by pirates!”

The confused look on Peter’s face seemed to grow even more quizzical as he practically tiptoed over to take a seat on the couch. “Wait as in Loki Loki?”

“Of course not,” the dark-haired boy scoffed. “He would never let himself get killed by something as easy to beat as a mortal pirate.”

“Wait Dread Pirate Fury? Is that because of the eye-”

“How did you even get inside? Aren’t I the only one on baby-sitting duty tonight?”

“Oh!” Peter grinned. “Mr. Stark gave me a key!” He produced a house key from seemingly out of nowhere. “I was in the neighborhood and I was hungry but if you’re telling a story, I’m down.”

“Where was I?” Scott frowned as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Killed by pirates,” the two young boys answered together.

Peter eyed the two of them nervously before he turned and nodded at Scott.

Anyway . When Sigyn found out that Loki had been killed, she went into her room and shut the door. For days, she didn’t eat or sleep. She swore she would never love again. After the death of his youngest son, Odin grew weaker. The war with Sakaar was eventually lost with the Grandmaster naming himself ruler over Asgard and his own country. The other prince had disappeared shortly after the war was lost. There was almost nothing left to remind her of how life was before anymore.

Five years passed, the main square of Asgard was filled as it hadn’t been in years to hear the announcement of the great Grandmaster’s bride to be.

The extravagant Grandmaster stepped out onto the balcony of the castle and raised a hand as the crowd grew silent. “Hey there, Sakaarans. I have a fantastic announcement! A month from now, our wonderful country will have its 5th anniversary of joining with the slightly less incredible country of Asgard. But look how much you’ve improved in only 5 years!” From where she stood, Sigyn rolled her eyes. “On that sundown, I shall marry a lady who was once a commoner like yourselves.”

While that may have been true, at least Loki had never called her a commoner. At least not to her face anyway. Everything about the Grandmaster made her stomach turn and her blood boil. Most of all, she hated the fact that she had been sold off like a high prized goat to the man that was the reason her true love was dead.

“But perhaps, you will not find her common now. My people! The Queen Sigyn!”

The blonde woman took a deep breath as she allowed herself to be led out into the blinding sunlight. She had no doubt that the fanfare would have been just as grand if Odin was still king, but still. It might have been the way that her name sounded when the Grandmaster spoke, but it felt like the world was spinning. People were bowing to her and it took everything in her not to beg them to just stand up.

She didn’t want this. She missed the farm and her horses. More importantly, she missed the way the kingdom was before. She missed Loki.

Sigyn’s emptiness consumed her. Although the law of the land gave the Grandmaster the right to choose his bride, she did not love him. Despite his reassurance that she would grow to love him, the only joy that Sigyn found was on her daily ride.

Sigyn couldn’t stop herself from smiling as the horse galloped along through the orchard. As the wind blew her hair back and she felt the fresh air in her lungs, the woman felt at peace. Her hazel eyes narrowed as she spotted figures in the distance. She grew close enough to see them clearly and pulled on the reins to slow her horse to a stop.

“My lady!” A bald man spoke from the center of the small group. “A word.” She didn’t like this man, but still she didn’t make a move to get going. A smaller woman stood beside him with a taller blond man alongside her. Something about the blond man looked familiar. “We are but poor lost circus performers. Is there a village nearby?”

The hair on the back of Sigyn’s neck raised as her eyes darted around quickly. “There is nothing nearby, good sir,” she replied briskly, “not for miles.”

The blond man’s relaxed expression seemed to crumble slightly as she heard something move behind her.

“Then there will be no one around to hear you scream,” the bald man grinned at her.

Sigyn turned and her eyes widened as a bright green hand moved towards her. A startled yelp stopped halfway through as his fingers pinched her neck. She fainted. The blond man stepped forward quick enough to catch her as she swayed forward and began to fall from the back of her horse.

“Well done, Hulk!” Skurge made a move like he was about to clap the green giant on the arm but some common sense got into him as he lowered his hand.

The dark-haired woman furrowed her brow as the blond walked over with the fainted woman in his arms. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Don’t you lot want to get back at the Grandmaster for stealing your home? And more importantly, my stuff. ”

Hulk grunted as he stomped over to rejoin the group.

“Easy there, buddy. I think you’re a bit too big for the boat, yeah?” Valkyrie raised a hand in the air.

The green monster let out a low growl of annoyance as his hands began to quiver. Before their eyes, he transformed back into a man. A much smaller, more nervous looking man than the fainted woman could probably guess. He exchanged a worried look with the blond man as Skurge went to work on a piece of cloth.

“Are you sure that this is the best way to get back at him? I mean isn’t this a little...extreme?” The nervous looking man asked.

“The best way to piss this git off is to take his stuff. Blondie here is his future bride, therefore,” he slapped the horse on its backside, “one of the most important parts of his stuff.”

Valkyrie’s eyes narrowed as he continued.

“I just placed a piece of fabric with Jotunheim’s crest on it on the lass’s horse. Everyone will think that the Jotun’s took her. Bang, boom, Bob’s your uncle. He’s got a war on his hands and we all get paid. And Val here can go back to drinking her sorrows away.”

The woman moved her hand dangerously close to her sword as Banner stepped forward. The man raised a hand slightly and she seemed to freeze.

Her sword remained in its sheath, but her eyes narrowed a little more dangerously as he continued.

“When he finds her body dead on the shores of Jotunheim, his suspicions about them will be totally confirmed! It’s genius!”

“It’s murder,” Thor frowned as he glanced nervously at the warrior woman beside him. “You never said anything about killing anyone.”

“I hired you to help me start a war, your highness . Unless you and Hulky would rather go back to fighting in the pits,” Skurge shot them a poisonous smile.

Banner let out a sigh as he turned to board the small ship with the others following behind him. “I don’t think it’s right to kill an innocent girl!”

“Oi!” Skurge shouted. Valkyrie stopped halfway through her check of the ropes on the sail. “Am I going nuts or did the word think escape your lips? No offense doctor, but I didn’t hire you . I hired the big man. You’re only here because he’s too big for the ship!”

Skurge didn’t give a damn about the other three in his crew, that much was evident.

“The sun’s getting low,” Thor said calmly as he laid Sigyn down and began to tie up her wrists.

“I agree with them, unfortunately,” Valkyrie shrugged as Banner began to pace the small deck of the ship.

“What happens to her is none of your concern, ya got it?” Skurge rounded on her. Valkyrie stared right back. “When I found you, you were so slobbering drunk that ya couldn’t buy brandy.”

Sigyn was beginning to stir now even as Thor continued to tie check the knots on her wrists.

“You were friendless! Wrecking havoc wherever you went,” the bald man continued his rampage as Sigyn regained consciousness.

Thor tapped her on the hand gently as he rose to his feet to join the others. She couldn’t help but feel perplexed about the whole thing. First of all, she’d been stupid enough to let herself get kidnapped. Second of all, one of the kidnappers had been gentle with her as if she were a baby. Now what were they doing?

“That Skurge,” the woman whispered. “He can fuss.” She grunted as she pulled on one of the ropes.

“I think he likes to scream,” Thor smirked as he climbed the small ladder towards the helm, “at us.”

“Probably he means no harm,” Valkyrie snickered even as she watched their boss’s shoulders tense in frustration.

Banner chimed in. “He’s really very short on charm!”

“Enough of that! The lot of ya,” Skurge shouted.

“Bruce, are those rocks ahead?” Valkyrie called out in a sickly sweet voice.

“If there are, we’ll all be dead,” Banner deadpanned.

Thor let out a roar of laughter as Skurge fumed even more.

What the hell had Sigyn gotten herself into.

“I bet his face was really...red,” the little girl grinned.

Peter let out a small laugh, “Nice one.”

“This rhyming game sure seems like it would be a lot of fun,” the blond boy raised an eyebrow.

Realization dawned on Scott’s face. Then his expression turned to one of amused horror. “Wait a minute, guys…”

“To play this game one would have to be very wise!” The black haired boy’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

“I wonder if we would win some sort of prize”

“Parker!”

“Aw,” Peter grinned. “Cmon Scott don’t be such a….a…”

“Barker?” The girl offered.

“Martyr,” the blond boy leaned forward in his seat.

“Oh that’s a good one!” His brother nodded in agreement.

“Alright I guess you guys don’t want to hear about the screaming eels and the,” Scott let out a sigh as he paused for dramatic effect, “cliffs of Insanity.”

The two boys cheered even as Peter inched a little further away from them on the couch. At least the kids weren’t trying to burn the house down like they did with their last babysitter.

#loki x oc #loki x sigyn #loki x reader #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #loki friggason #loki #my writing #scott lang #peter parker #we love and respect our angel son peter parker in this house #princess bride au #kind of?#scott lang is the chaotic uncle all these kids deserve

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i-drink-and-i-write-fics · 3 years

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Ronin

Chapter 11: Vormir

Summary: Clint finds out the price to get you back.

Notes: I think it goes without saying that there will be helluva lotta angst and pain in this chapter. At least towards the end.

Scott Lang stood in his new suit near the back of the Avengers’ compound with Nebula on one side and Hulk/Banner on his other. Rhodey came strolling in.

“Time travel suit? Not bad.”

Banner - who had now merged his consciousness with the Hulk’s body - began to place a small tube filled with red liquid into a compartment on Scott’s hip. Scott immediately pushed Banner’s hand away.

“Hey, hey, Hey! Easy! Easy!”

“I’m being very careful,” Bruce responded quietly.

“No, you’re being very Hulky.”

“I’m being careful!”

“These are Pym Particles, all right?” Scott held the tube up in front of his face. “And ever since Hank Pym got snapped out of existence, this is it. This is what we have. We’re not making any more.”

Rhodey spoke softly and gestured with his hands, “Scott, calm down.”

Scott sighed. “Sorry. We’ve got enough for one round-trip each. That’s it. No do-overs” A short pause. “Plus, two test runs.”

He placed the tube in his suit and was immediately shrunk down before returning to normal size, yelping all the while.

The visor of his mask dissolved. “One test run.”

Rhodey sighed.

“All right. I’m not ready for this.”

“I’m game.”

Rhodey turned to see Clint leaning against the doorway in a grey muscle shirt, showing off his finished tattoo tribute to you.

“I’ll do it,” Clint stated again.

In no time they had Clint suited up similar to Scott and Nebula began programming his suit while Banner spoke to him.

“Clint, now you’re gonna feel a little discombobulated from the chronoshift. Don’t worry about that.” He nodded to Banner’s words.

Rhodey spoke up, “wait a second. Let me ask you something. If we can do this, you know….go back in time, why don’t we just find baby Thanos? You know, and….”

He then made the gesture of using a rope to strangle.

“First of all, that’s horrible.”

“It’s Thanos!”

“And secondly, time doesn’t work that way. Changing the past doesn’t change your future.”

Scott chimed in. “Look, we go back, we get the stones before Thanos gets them… Thanos doesn’t have the stones. Problem solved.”

“Bingo,” Clint muttered.

“That’s not how it works,” Nebula growled.

“Well, that’s what I heard.” He continued.

Banner turned to face Clint. “Wait, but who? Who told you that?”

Rhodey lifted up a hand and began counting off. “Star Trek, Terminator, Timecop, Time After Time.”

“Quantum Leap,” Scott added.

Rhodey kept going, “Wrinkle in Time, Somewhere in Time.”

“Hot Tub Time Machine.”

“Hot Tub Time Machine!” Rhodey repeated. “Bill and Ted’s Excellent Aventure. Basically any more that deals with time travel.”

“Die hard!” Scott paused, “no, that’s not one.”

“This is known!”

Banner threw his arms to the side in exasperation. “I don’t know why everyone believes that, but that isn’t true! Think about it. If you travel to the past, that past becomes your future. And your former present becomes the past! Which now can’t be changed by your new future.”

“Exactly,” Nebula looked over these men, wondering what she had gotten herself into joining them.

Scott looked concerned. “So Back to the Future is a bunch of bullshit?”

After a bit more of a debate, Clint found himself on a large platform that Stark and Rocket had assembled in the middle of one of the training areas of the compound. He tried not to feel intimidated by the hundreds of hanging pieces above his head or the curved arms of the platform.

Banner stood behind a control panel with Rocket, Nebula, Steve, Rhodey, and Thor. Stark was walking around, wanting to see the whole thing work up close.

“All right, Clint.” Banner began to fire the platform up. “We’re going in three, two, one.”

The mask formed around Clint’s head and the floor beneath him opened up into a quantum tunnel, sucking him in. He raced past serval atoms, not sure which way was up, before crashing to a halt in the woods outside a cabin. Quickly standing up to look around, Clint instantly recognized where he was.

Ireland.

He slowly walked towards the cabin, using the trees to steady himself as he got closer. As he walked, he found one of your gloves. Clint bent over to pick it up and run his hand over it. Suddenly, he was struck weak as he heard a voice he hadn’t in the last five years.

“I swear to god, Barton, you better have remembered the milk this time! Not sure how many more trips I can wait through to make this dough.”

“Ronin?” he whispered in shock. Then he collected his thoughts. “Ronin!”

Clint began to race for the cabin. “Ronin! ____!”

But just as Clint grabbed the door handle, he was pulled back to the present. He called your name one more time as he appeared on the platform on all fours.

Nat raced up to him followed by the team. “Hey. Hey, look at me.”

“Huh?” Clint looked around and Nat could see the disappointment mixed with excitement in his eyes.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” He panted and tapped your glove against Nat before tossing it at Stark. “It worked. It worked.”

Tony caught it with the biggest grin Clint had ever seen. Now that the How worked, it was time to figure out the When.

It took the next couple of days to pin down who could go where and when so the fewest possible trips could be made. Clint and Natasha would go with Nebula and Rhodey to 2014, drop off Nebula and Rhodey at Morag, before taking the Benetar to Vormir - the place where Thanos got the Soul Stone.

Clint had a sinking feeling in his stomach ever since Nebula described Vormir as a dominion of death at the very center of celestial existence. Thanos had murdered his other daughter on that planet and the reason was so close that Clint could almost taste it.

On Morag, they lowered a pod for Rhodey and Nebula onto the planet’s surface.

Rhodey was now in his War Machine armor. “All right, bring it down, Blue. Right on that line. That’s it. Down, down.”

Nat and Clint were off a few feet, Nat kicking away some hairless rat-like creature.

Clint sighed, “hey can we hurry it up?”

Nat pretended to be bored. “Guys, chop-chop. Come one. We’re on the clock.”

Rhodey turned towards the two like they were children. “All that is really helpful.”

Nat laughed while Clint shrugged, pretending not to understand why Rhodey would be upset. She hugged Rhodey. “Take care, ok?”

“Get that stone and come back. No messing around.” Rhodey cautioned. “Hey, we got this.”

“Let’s get this done,” Clint shook his hand.

“Yes, sir,” Rhodey responded as he watched his teammates board the Benetar.

The two strapped themselves into the front seats and watched as the stars became a cosmic blur.

“We’re a long way from Budapest.” Clint joked and Natasha smiled, glad to see some part of her old friend back.

The flight was quick thanks to the jump points they used and soon approached Vormir.

Clint and Nat were now standing as the Benetar descended.

“You know, under different circumstances, this would be totally awesome.”

Nat agreed but was now starting to get an uneasy feeling herself. For the last five years, she had done everything in her power to fix what Thanos had broken. What the Avengers failed to stop. To get everything - including her sister - back. Steve himself had said to do whatever it takes to get those stones. And now she had a feeling they were about to be tested on that front.

They landed on the empty planet and began to walk along the many sand dunes to the one lone mountain that seemed to peak at two obvious towers. Every once in awhile they would have to walk around a pool of water, unsure of how deep they were. Then they made their trek up the mountainside, towards the top, panting all the while.

Finally, at the top, Nat vented. “Ugh, I bet the raccoon didn’t have to climb a mountain.”

Clint placed a hand on his side, “technically, he’s not a raccoon, you know?”

“Oh, whatever. He eats garbage.”

A faint and echoing voice interrupted them. “Welcome.”

Clint wasted no time pulling your sword out while Nat had her gun at the ready. A figure floated down, covered in a black hooded robe, with no way to view the face as the creature remained in the shadows.

The voice continued. “Natasha. Daughter of Ivan.”

That cause Nat to gasp.

“Clint. Son of Edith.”

Clint moved the sword to be more directly in front of his body and he and Nat moved a couple of steps closer.

Nat addressed the creature first. “Who are you?”

“Consider me a guide - to you - and to all who seek the Soul Stone.”

“Oh good. You tell us where it is, then we’ll be on our way.”

The creature moved out of the shadows and now they could see the face of Red Skull, the Hydra leader Steve had fought almost a century ago. “If only it were that easy.”

Red Skull lead them over to a cliff on the mountainside, crossing over what looked like a ritual symbol, and gestured over the edge.

“What you seek lies in front of you. As what you fear.”

“The stone’s down there.” It wasn’t a question, Nat knew it in her gut.

“For one of you. For the other….” he trailed off as he watched Clint walk over to Nat. “In order to take the stone, you must lose that which you love. An everlasting exchange. A soul for a soul.”

Nat backed away from the edge and found a log to sit on. This was it. Exactly what her whole life had lead up to. Could she do it? Could she make the necessary exchange? Bring back all those lost people? Bring you back?

And you? Could you forgive her for what she was going to do? Her little Natalia? She suddenly hated herself for not being a better sister to you. For not visiting you more. Convincing you more. Being there for you more.

Nat couldn’t take back all those years, but she could do one thing right for you.

“Jesus,” she heard Clint mutter. “Maybe he’s making this shit up.”

Her eyes were unfocused as she answered. “No. I don’t think so.”

“Why? ‘Cause he knows your daddy’s name?” Clint was pacing around the mountain top, your sword back in its sheath.

“I didn’t.” She barely caught Clint looking over his shoulder at her. “Thanos left here with the stone, and without his daughter. That’s not a coincidence.”

Her words sunk into Clint and he realized what needed to happen in order to bring you back.

“Whatever it takes,” she whispered.

Clint looked over at the edge where Red Skull still floated by. “Whatever it takes.”

Those words snapped Nat out of her trance and she shot to her feet. “If we don’t get that stone, billions of people stay dead.”

Clint swallowed and nodded his head. This was it: the last time he would see his best friend. But he would do anything to bring you back. Even if it meant losing you in another way. “Yeah. Then I guess we both know who it’s gotta be.”

“I guess we do.”

Clint reached over and the two friends locked hands. He looked up and suddenly noticed the resolve in her eyes. “I’m starting to think we mean different people here, Natasha.”

“For the last five years, I’ve been trying to do one thing. Get to right here. That’s all it’s been about. Bringing everybody back.”

He shook his head. “No, don’t you get all decent on me now.”

“You think I want to do this? I’m trying to save your life, you idiot, so you can build a better one with ____.”

“Yeah, well I don’t want you to. How’s that?” Clint paused. “Natasha, you know what I’ve done. You know what I’ve become.”

“Oh, I don’t judge people on their worst mistakes.” Nat was now trying to keep the tears out of her eyes.

Clint struggled just as hard, his voice cracking. “Maybe you should.”

“You didn’t.” She swallowed back tears. “With me or with Ronin.”

His lower lip trembled. “You’re a pain in my ass, you know that?”

She just nodded and Clint tipped his head down to touch his forehead to hers, for one last time.

He broke away quickly, knowing what he did next had to be unexpected. “Ok, you win.”

Then with lightning speed, he placed a hand on her shoulder and swept her legs, knocking Nat to the ground.

“Tell ____ I love her.”

Nat grabbed his wrist and then his collar to flip him onto his back. She was up in moments and pointing her wrist cuff at him, sending a mild electrical current through his body. “You tell her yourself.”

She turned and raced for the edge, only to be blown to the side by one of Clint’s exploding arrows. Nat lifted her head to watch him toss aside his bow and book it for the cliff, your sword still strapped to his back. Barely getting up in time, she raced after him and latched on as he fell over the side. In a blinding motion of moves, Nat attached something to Clint’s belt before firing up at the cliffside.

They both jerked to a stop, Nat almost slipping off but Clint grabbed her hand at the last minute. He looked down at his waist to see he was pinned to the cliff. “Damn you.”

Clint tried to pull her up, but it was too much for only one hand and he couldn’t reach her with the other. He felt her not trying to help.

“Wait.”

Nat looked up at him and whispered. “Let me go.”

Clint began to cry. “No. No. Please, no.”

She smiled softly up at her friend. Her brother in every way but blood. “It’s ok.”

“Please,” he begged.

Nat smiled one last time before placing both boots against the cliff.

“NO!”

Chapter 12

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Wet Sugar [Part 8 of 30]

Summary: Erik tries to survive Africa for himself and Yani...

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"You're on your own now We won't save you Your rescue squad Is too exhausted

And if you complain once more You'll meet an army of me And if you complain once more You'll meet an army of me…"

Bjork – "Army of Me"

The two men outside of Erik's hotel door stood quietly waiting for him to open up.

Erik took a few seconds to assess how fast he could pack his things and slip out of the room through the balcony. He was on the fourth floor, but he might be able to climb over to the balcony next to his.

Another knock.

Slipping on his clothes, Erik shoved his computer tab into its casing. He slinked over to the closed balcony sliding glass door and opened it. There was a wide gap between the balconies on either side of his own. It was too dangerous to attempt a jump. He thought he could tie his bedsheets together and climb down to the room below him, but before he could even reach the bed, the hotel door opened, not by being kicked in, but with a room key.

Someone had set him up.

The two hulky men rushed Erik and he used his crossbody bag to snag the hand holding the gun pointed at him. He wrapped the bag around the bearded man's wrist and swung him around, kicking him in the knees at the same time until the man dropped to the floor. Erik twisted the gun toward the man's throat and jammed his own index finger on top of the other man's finger and squeezed the trigger. The bullet ripped a wet hole in the man's throat unleashing a gushing cascade of blood. Erik released the gun and spun into a capoeira leg swipe to make the other bald-headed man lose his balance. The bald intruder was too quick and grabbed Erik's throat, choking him while pushing him out toward the balcony.

Erik dug his heels into the floor to stop the man's momentum but he was outweighed by at least fifty pounds and Erik felt the hard jab of the hotel balcony railing digging into his lower back. Before this killer had a chance to reach for his gun, Erik switched up his mother's Brazilian fighting stance to that of his father's. Ulwa was a Wakandan martial art that targeted an opponent's core and vital organs and Erik's index and middle fingers curled into hooks. He struck the man's neck twice and then made quick punctuating stabs into his chest and sides.

For an all too brief moment, Erik had the brute backing up so that he could raise his body from the railing, but a fist made like a cement block knocked Erik in the jaw throwing him back again. That strike was joined by a barrage of punches that had Erik gasping and falling to his knees, his hands twisting and jabbing to stop more blows while protecting his neck and face.

The business end of a gun was jammed against his forehead and the cool metal made him take hot shallow breaths. His eyes stared directly at the hired killer's pockmarked face, a calm coming over him as he worked out a multitude of scenarios to get himself out of this alive. It wasn't the first time a weapon had been stuck in his face over the years, so there was no begging and pleading to be kept alive. Just a stream of calculations running through his mind.

"Who fucking sent you here?" he barked, buying a little more time. The man's eyes looked smug, and he smiled. One of his top front teeth was chipped and he pressed the gun harder into Erik's forehead. The stranger slid his free index finger up to his lips making the "Shh" sign and before he could fire the weapon, Erik used all the force in his right fist to punch the man in his balls. Twice. He snatched the man's gun from his hand and threw it into the hotel room as he jumped to his feet. They grappled with each other's shirts and Erik threw a punch that caught the man's eye. Leaping back with his left leg, Erik pivoted his hips giving momentum to his right foot as he lifted it and kicked the man in his chest. He struck the man in the face with his right foot again and again. A final hard kick to his midsection sent the man tumbling over the railing. Erik heard the thud as the body hit the ground.

Wasting no time, Erik shoved the man's weapon into his crossbody bag and scurried to pack up the last of his belongings. They all fit into a small duffle bag. He spent a few minutes wiping down all the surfaces he touched and then rinsed off the wash rags he had used to clean up his semen.

Turning off all the lights, he slipped out of the hotel room and used the stairs to get to the lobby. Dark glasses over his eyes, he kept his head down and left the hotel. Flagging a cab, he had the driver take him to another hotel across town.

Erik paid for a room in the new hotel with cash and made a call to his pilot.

"Joma, I need to leave tonight," he said into his cell. Staring out of the new hotel window, Erik felt his adrenaline kicking in. He was always calm in the midst of trouble, but right after, his body would remind him that he was human.

"Mr. Killmonger, it is so late, it may be difficult to get—"

"I'll double the pay. I need to get out of the country now!"

"Call me back in ten minutes. I will see what I can do."

"Ten minutes."

Think.

Joma was a desperate man, but Erik didn't think he would be involved in a plot to kill him. It might be better to get a regular domestic flight back into Angola to be safe. But if it was Joma, they would be the only two in the plane. Erik could kill him if it turned out the man was an accomplice. He could fly the plane himself if he really needed to. But he was always good at sniffing people out, and Joma was just a regular dude. His desperation was because of a bossy wife and too many children. He wouldn't take the chance of bringing harm to his family. He knew right away that Erik was not a man to double-cross. In fact, Joma was eager to work for Erik again once he saw what he was paying for a regular flight.

Erik kept his eyes on the entrance of the hotel.

Time to call.

"Joma—"

"Okay, meet me at the airstrip. I will take you."

Erik hung up. Wiping his prints and any traces of himself away, he left the second hotel.

The streets were busy and the cab he caught he ditched a few miles away from the hotel to throw off his trail if he was followed. Moving through the night time crowd of people, he zig-zagged his way down different streets, dipping in and out of bars and cafes before he took a final jitney cab to the airstrip. The last cab driver was paid a little extra than the fare required and Erik showed him the gun that he took from the intruder. Pointing it at the man he made his intentions clear.

"You never saw me, and you never came to this airstrip. Understand?"

The cabbie nodded and left right away.

Joma was waiting for him and they slipped out of Benin. Staring down at the city lights as the plane ascended, Erik thought of the two dead bodies growing cold at the hotel. He had to find out who was after him.

And kill them first.

###

Erik didn't mention anything about being attacked in Benin.

He acted normal and ready to get to work when Klaue picked him up from the regular airport and brought him back to the Luanda compound. He went to his small room in the two-story house they occupied and rested a bit. He focused on calming his energy, but it was hard when he suspected that the attack might be an inside job. A lot of Klaue's men didn't like him. But not many were bold enough to confront him if they had a problem. Erik could be pretty belligerent and a bully over basic shit, so coming at him over something major was not something any of those meat bags would attempt overtly. But covertly…

His first thought was Huntsman. That man was already in Nigeria waiting for Klaue so it would've been easy for him to pay off some goons to come after Erik since he was relatively close by. It could possibly be Limbani, Klaue's main man after Erik. He would just have to keep an eye and ear out for anyone acting suspiciously over the fact that he made it back to Luanda in one piece. Any slight looks of surprise or a subtle expression of disappointment at his walking around the compound again would help him sniff out clues.

He couldn't rest, and he took a sleeping pill to help temper his nerves. He wasn't falling asleep fast enough and used the restless energy in his body to use his own satellite cell phone to sneak a peek at his DMs.

Killmonger? This You?

I know this is you. Where are you?

You there? I know you saw my first message. You had me on read.

Call me.

Will you come back?

Are you alright?

Just tell me you are alright. I won't bother you again.

Are you with your Linda?

Killmonger?

???

He ignored his social media feed for weeks. He could hear the sound of Yani's tender voice as he read each of her messages. He read them over and over. His eyes felt a bit drowsy and blurry as he stared at the screen of his cell. He was about to swipe his phone off when a new message suddenly popped up.

Sweet Pea misses you. I miss you.

Erik sat up from his bed, his eyes blinking at her new words.

He had extended family scattered around the world, and they missed him often, but they weren't waiting around to see him. The only person who ever missed him in that way was his Ex. That was so long ago he had forgotten the emotion and the sensation he was feeling at that moment…guilt. Guilt came when one felt bad for making another person feel even worse. And that only happened to Erik when he cared about someone. And Disǎ was the only non-relative who made him feel like that…until now. Now, there were two people out there. A mother and her baby.

I know you're there. You just read this.

He saw little green circles light up. She was writing something more. He wanted to turn his phone off, kicking himself internally for not shutting off his public online status. She must've had his feed linked to her notifications for whenever he was on live the same time she was. He had to focus on who wanted him dead, not lay there like some moon-faced teenager filled with angst.

He expected another text but instead, a picture of Sydette popped up.

Erik's eyes widened. He had only been gone for a little over a month, and already the baby was bigger and changing dramatically. She was wearing a blue jumper and her hair was pulled up into two fist-sized afro puffs. So much more hair now. And there were those big dimples in her smile, and…two little teeth trying to grow from her top gums, looking like tiny white grains of rice.

Yani…

He typed her name but hesitated about sending it. He could just read her messages and not respond, knowing that she was alright, but ignoring her.

But that was cruel.

She and the baby were on his mind all the time. As much as he fought to forget them and just keep on his task, keep Klaue close, keep his eyes on the prize as always, he couldn't let go of them. He didn't understand the sudden attachment. It was messing up his mental. He was a loner. His only responsibility was to himself and his goal…

He pressed the send button.

Yani.

Green circles again.

Her words made his heartache.

Tell me it's you, please, tell me. I need to know.

Words wouldn't be enough for her.

Erik held his cell phone high above his head and snapped a picture. He sent it to her.

He saw the green circles on her end and he waited to see what she would say. But no words came. For five minutes he sat and waited, but no text popped up for him to read. He saw that she viewed his picture, Yani knew for sure it was him, but she still didn't send him new words. And he needed them. Desperately.

It's me, baby. It's really me.

A private Face Chat link popped onto his screen with Yani's avatar. He accepted the invitation to join her.

Her round face greeted him and her eyes were wet with tears. She was lying on her bed in Leona's apartment with Sydette in her arms feeding her. He could see Sweet Pea suckling her left breast with Yani's thin sleep shirt pushed up above the baby's curly head of hair. Yani was using a laptop to speak to him.

She wiped her eyes and stared at him. He couldn't breathe for a second. Couldn't speak. Just watched her feed the baby while trying to absorb the swirling emotions he was feeling. He was grateful to see her. Happy to see Sydette. And he was scared. The fear welled up in him and he could not ascertain exactly what it was that frightened him as he looked at this young woman with her child.

"You look tired, Killmonger," she finally said.

Her voice made his lower lip tremble. He longed to hear her say his real name.

"I am tired. Tough day, girl."

Her hand went up to her face again to wipe at her eyes.

"Sweet Pea…she uh…wow, she's really growing, huh?" he said.

Yani nodded and he could see her struggling to keep her composure, her chest heaving and causing Sydette to squirm in her arms. Her eyes gazed down at the baby.

"She changes every week almost. And these new teeth coming in…whew!"

Erik laughed and he was glad to see Yani smile. She lifted her head back up to look at him.

"You're not ever coming back, are you?"

He felt the hot tears slide down from his eyes. He had no control over them and was shocked that they fell from his eyes in front of her so easily. If he had a target on his back, he didn't want to bring it with him to her.

"Yani I—"

The door to his room flung open and Erik ended the chat with a swipe of the finger. His right hand swept under his pillow and brought out the gun he took from the hotel.

"You still up, man?"

Shipley staggered in with a can of beer. Erik's mind was so distracted that he forgot to lock his room. He slipped the gun under the covers near his hip.

"I'm about to go to sleep now."

"Who were you talking to?"

"My sister."

"Come have a beer with me, I'm bored. Everyone else is asleep but there's a match on. England versus France."

"I'll pass," Erik said turning over in his bed and switching off his bedside lamp.

"Party pooper."

Shipley closed his door. Erik waited a few minutes then leaped up to lock his room. He thought about calling Yani back on the Face Chat line, but he couldn't bear to see her cry again. It would only make him break down more too. It was enough for now that she knew he was fine.

He shoved the gun under the second pillow on his bed and tried to go to sleep, wanting so badly to dream of Yani and Sweet Pea. Wanting so badly to be in the bed with them at Leona's. He wanted to hold her while she held the baby. And maybe for once…just once…be still.

###

Erik checked all ten of the trucks loaded with assault rifles and made sure numbers matched up with all paperwork needed to cross the Angola borders into Zambia and Namibia. Their stockpiles of weapons were low once this last shipment went out, but another one of Klaue's cargo planes from South Africa was due to touch down in a few hours with the armaments the Nigerians wanted.

"Relax Killmonger, I've double checked everything," Limbano said, annoyance in his voice as Erik's eyes took in everything.

"And now I'm triple checking. Can't afford to miss anything. You remember last time."

Limbano kept his mouth shut. 500 man-portable air-defense systems were loaded onto an incorrect convoy headed out of Luanda into the Congo, and disaster was averted when Erik's OCD kicked in and he had to look over the paperwork and trucks himself. Limbano was in charge of that job and nearly botched it.

Secure that everything was in order, Erik gave the head nod to move out and he sought out Klaue.

"Flights on time," Klaue said typing into a laptop as he sat under a cooling tent.

"Good," Erik said.

"Got a little nibble for some grenades and small arms in Botswana," Klaue said, his eyes twinkling with the thought of another sale.

"And?"

"I'm ready to get up outta here, man," Erik said.

"In and out. Half payment upfront, the rest on delivery. Then a nice week off before we head to Kabul. Four-man team cut four ways only."

"Who do you have in mind besides me?"

"Limbano and Iverson. Low key. Go in like tourists. Check the players out. Take the cash. Set up delivery."

Erik needed to keep this man close. Klaue's greed had him doing penny-ante jobs that were more for the thrill than for financial gain. Erik needed this fucker alive until he was ready to kill him and use his body as a bargaining chip. Turning him down could cause problems and force the man to cut him loose in the future if he felt Erik was being selective with jobs. He was supposed to be about that money. He had to do it. Especially if he wanted to take advantage of getting back to St. Thomas and locked into the man's stronghold.

"How soon?"

"Two days from now."

"Okay."

Klaue rubbed his hands together.

"My good man! Two more jobs and then a nice long break."

Erik looked at Klaue's prosthetic arm. It appeared tampered with and not in good condition.

"What's going on with that?" he asked.

"Making some alterations, but it's not doing so well. Need to figure out how to design something with a better energy transfer without shorting out the mechanical use. It's too uneven. I could blow my entire side out."

"When I have that vacation time you keep talking about, I'll come up with something for you to fix that," Erik said. Klaue smiled.

Erik nodded to the lead truck driver and watched the vehicles head out. Africa was wearing on him. The one bright spot was finding a hired guard for the Luanda compound who shared the origins of capoeira with him once he saw Erik working out under the hot sun during a lunch break. To be in the birthplace of the fighting style he learned from Brazilians who carried it with them into the New World was an honor he couldn't deny. Ramses, the guard who played with him and showed Erik the differences in style was a humble man with a sister and disabled brother to support.

Erik shared meals with Ramses and they spoke of wars and political fiascos infecting the region. Men like Klaue made the problems worse, but many Angolans were caught trying to survive any way they could. Men like Ramses tried to minimize harm to their families. Klaue paid well, and sometimes men were killed in his employ, but Ramses had survived three years and counting. A month's salary from Klaue could keep Ramses and his family afloat for six months.

The night before Erik was to fly into Botswana, he snuck another peek at Yani's timeline under a new fake social media account. More pictures of Sydette. More pictures of Yani at the beach posing in swimsuits. Provocative shots. Showing too much in Erik's opinion.

There was one of her in an orange two-piece that made her skin look like magic as she sat back with a smile on her face, her legs open on wet sand, foamy high tide water rolling up to the apex of her thighs, her fat vulva barely covered. His face got a little tight looking at the picture. He enlarged it so he could see the outline of her pussy lips clearer. He wanted to send her a DM telling her to stop sharing photos like that, but she would know it was him. Niggas online were getting an eyeful and he was hanging on by a thread trying to get back to her so he could taste that juicy center of hers once more. He was tired of being just another faceless digital creep jerking off to her photos. He did that more often than he cared to admit. That pussy had sat on his dick once. Albeit fully clothed, that covered slit was made for him, and he couldn't wait to lift her up again and drop her down on his shit raw. Put her ass to sleep.

Klaue acted on edge the entire flight to Botswana. No, not on edge. Hungry. Hungry for some grand scheme that would satiate the greed that would never leave him. The greed permeated all that Klaue touched. Made him reckless with decisions.

Erik had been to Botswana twice before, and each time felt sketchy, to say the least. Something about the smallness of the place made him cautious. In other countries on the continent, Erik felt that one could seamlessly blend in and disappear, but with this place, there was no telling what familiar face on the mercenary circuit could pop up…friend or foe. Or both in the same individual.

They stayed two nights in a hotel near the Zimbabwe border doing touristy things like they were a group of buddies on holiday. Klaue wanted to arrive at the border post right when it was evening, that way if they sensed problems with the meet-up, they could implement an escape and evasion plan. Each man had emergency cash sewn into their utility belts in case something happened and they were separated. Erik had several thousand British pounds and a fake passport in his belt. The jeep they rented from a local had plenty of gas to get them to their meet-up. They reached the customs post and waited in line behind two Scottish blokes who were hitchhiking through Zimbabwe.

"Sir, these men need a ride to a hotel. Could you give them a lift?"

The short customs official had a pleasant face as he asked Klaue to assist the strangers. Klaue gave a wide grin that showed off his gold-rimmed teeth.

"No problem!" Klaue said.

The short custom official looked pleased and set about getting the proper customs documents that they would need for their jeep to cross the border. Erik felt calm as he watched the sun dip low on the horizon. Darkness would be their friend. This customs dude just needed to step up his paperwork game so they could leave quickly and be on their way.

"Shit," the customs guy said.

Erik and the other men watched him closely.

"I am sorry, I don't have the papers here to document your vehicle properly—"

"Just have one of them drive you over to the other border and bring back some extra forms," another customs official said looking bored as he scratched the back of his neck.

Klaue jumped at the chance to do it. It would mean that their vehicle would probably avoid being checked. Klaue and Limbano had some weapons stashed in the paneling of the doors. Erik agreed to go with Klaue and have Limbano and Iverson stay behind.

The ride over was punctuated with Klaue talking way too much to the customs agent. Erik felt like over-talking was suspicious, but he kept his mouth shut and kept his eyes on the road.

Arriving at the control point at the other border-crossing, Erik and Klaue stepped out and followed the agent as he went to retrieve their needed papers. Things were already feeling off, and Erik kept his eyes on Klaue who was less loquacious. Standing near the desk of an on-duty policeman, Erik noticed a full-faced photo of Klaue and Limbano. Right there, out in the open. Descriptions and a listing of their crimes. Fucking wanted posters smack dab in the middle of a border checkpoint. Probably had one of Erik under theirs too. All the check-points probably had the same flyers everywhere.

The policeman hadn't made the connection of the photo with the man before him and Erik slid over to Klaue.

"There's a wanted poster of you and Limbano," Erik whispered.

"Shit," Klaue said when his eyes spotted his mug shot.

"They shopped your ass and we walked right into it," Erik said under his breath while avoiding eye-contact with Klaue. A loud jangling phone rang in back of the customs office and the policeman glanced at the flyer on his desk and then up at Klaue. His eyes went back to the photo again and then things clicked.

"It's him! It's him!" The policeman jumped up and yelled for someone to bring a gun. Uniformed officials swarmed around them.

"There are two more over at checkpoint three," said the customs agent that rode over with him, his voice giddy with excitement. Chatter on a police radio alerted their Zimbabwe counterparts that Klaue had been apprehended. Erik focused his breathing to stay even. Within twenty minutes, Limbano and Iverson were brought in, all of them now in police custody. Erik did his best not to think of all the years he put in to get to Wakanda and to have that goal bashed because he would now do time in a Botswana prison because of his ties to his secret enemy. His mind immediately went to his Uncle Bakari in D.C. He would be allowed to have a lawyer and he wanted his Uncle to represent him since his specialty was International Law. More practical calculations swam in his head. He had to get the fuck away from here. He didn't want to lose Klaue over his reckless stupidity and greed, but he also had to think of his own well-being. His own survival. Without Klaue, getting into Wakanda would prove more difficult, but not impossible.

The four of them were crammed into the jeep they had driven over in. Police vehicles escorted them from the front and back over to a larger local police base. Their car was searched and their weapons were found in the door paneling. Shit was just too smooth. Erik wondered if this bust was part of the set up to have him killed in Benin.

Erik exchanged glances with Klaue, Iverson, and Limbano. It was do or die time. He noticed that none of the officers had guns on them, just two that stood near the vehicles and the main office door. The longer they were there, the faster their lives would be put in danger. Erik's Special Forces training kicked in. Rule number one: don't waste fucking time.

Erik sucker-punched the official right next to him. Klaue and the others did the same quickly knocking the men down. They all made a run for the tall security gate that divided the two countries. Erik was in top shape and reached the fence first, scrambling over it with ease.

Two officials tried grabbing for Klaue and Iverson's legs as they went up, but Lambino helped beat them back before he was scampering up the chain links himself. The falling darkness was their friend as they rushed into the bush on the other side disappearing into the early night, turning into shadows that the officials couldn't see.

They wasted little time putting distance between themselves and the fence. Erik heard the sound of tripped up feet. When he stopped to glance back, he saw Klaue limping.

"My ankle is injured from the fence," he said between gritted teeth, the pain squeezing a few tears from his eyes. Klaue would have to keep moving through the injury or he was a dead man.

"Broken? Torn ligaments?" Erik shouted.

"It just fucking hurts," Klaue said running on it through clenched teeth.

"Keep moving forward. The Zambezi is up ahead. We'll find a boat and get across!" Limbano yelled.

The four men headed in the direction that smelled like water to Erik. Iverson helped Klaue along.

Hope sprung eternal as they found a makorro, a wooden dugout canoe sitting on the bank. Erik and Limbano pushed it out onto the water, and as they all hopped in to make their getaway with the oars lying inside of it, the damn thing sank under them once they were far from the shore.

Treading water in the dark, Erik could see people lining up and down the riverbank screaming at them. Shots rang out and he could hear bullets plopping into the water near them. They had to move further out and downstream. And that brought another immediate danger. Crocs and hippos.

"Fuck!" Iverson screamed.

He'd been hit by one of the bullets whizzing over their heads. Struck in the left shoulder and also grazed on the left side of his head.

"How bad?!" Erik yelled.

"Bullet passed through," Iverson yelped.

"Keep fucking swimming!" Klaue screamed and they all moved along with the strong current of fast-flowing water.

Erik swam like a dolphin but kept his eyes on Klaue to make sure the man survived. He was doing his best with his arms, but his injured ankle made it difficult to keep up. The man struggled but kept swimming.

"Keep going! We can make it!" Erik yelled to encourage the others. He didn't care about Limbano or Iverson. Klaue had to make it out of there with him.

Searchlights scanned the water, and Erik could hear splashing and movement in the current that wasn't coming from humans. Iverson's blood was attracting the large crocs, and Erik was surprised they hadn't been attacked by them yet.

The river itself had to be half a mile across, and Erik kept his eyes on land as the dark water soaked his mouth as he tried to breathe deep to keep his body going. It was terrifying to think that he could be dragged under the current by a hungry fourteen-foot-long and twelve- hundred-pound beast. He worried about the amount of blood loss Iverson was seeping into the river creating a crimson path right to them.

Hours had passed by the time they all made it to Zambian territory, floating through to the dense thickness of a reed bank that stretched out hundreds of yards into the river from the bank. Zimbabwe and Botswana had already rung the alarm in tracking them down. Klaue was worth a pretty penny to whoever ratted him out to the borders. The Zambezi sat conjoined with three countries, Botswana, Zambia, and Zimbabwe. Any and all of those nation-states could want Klaue. Hell, even his own country of South Africa too.

With no machete to slice through the thick reeds, they would each have to force down reeds in front of them, flatten them down as best they could and drag themselves over until they encountered the next standing reeds blocking their ease to dry land. Erik could see torches burning up and down the opposite side of the river as perhaps a hundred men searched for them. Fast boats could be heard and a few seen with spotlights going up and down the water.

He was fucking drained and yet he knew he couldn't stay there. None of them could. The search teams would get closer and closer and the Zambians were already on their side searching. It would only be a matter of time before they were discovered. And Klaue couldn't move for shit. His ankle had swollen up big and he was in immense pain. His anger was just as intense as he whispered to Limbano about who could've sent their photos to the authorities when only the four of them knew about the meetup. Limbano gave his opinion, but Iverson kept quiet, pressing his hand into his wound. The moon was half full and they kept themselves hidden in the reeds, resting for a moment. They were exposed alongside the water. Zambia's militia would find them and take them back into custody if they didn't do something fast. Erik slipped his emergency cell from his utility belt. Klaue did the same.

"I'm not getting reception on mine," Erik said.

"Me neither," Klaue said.

"I lost mine back in the jeep," Limbano said.

"Lost mine in the river," Iverson said. He moaned a bit as he held his body.

"We gotta keep moving," Erik said lifting his hand up to wipe water from his eyes.

"Shh, listen!" Klaue said.

They all remained silent.

Shouts.

They could hear men in the distance. They were getting progressively closer.

"They are being thorough," Klaue said. He moaned low into his chest. His ankle was even more swollen.

Iverson gave out a loud groan.

"Keep it down," Klaue said.

"I'm in pain too!" Iverson shouted.

"Shut the fuck up. You want them to hear you?" Erik said.

For three hours they listened to the voices in the distance grow closer.

"We gotta get back in the water," Erik said.

"I can't!" Iverson howled.

Erik crawled over to the man and shoved him into the water. Iverson flailed his arms and dragged himself back up onto the reeds.

"Shit!" Limbano screeched and Erik jumped just out of reach of a croc that snapped its powerful jaws missing him by inches. He lifted his body and scrambled over to Klaue. The croc lingered for a moment before drifting back down into the water.

Voices.

Much closer. Perhaps a half a mile away.

Erik could face prison time, torture, and death in an African nation that would never care to find his people, or he could try to outswim an ancient cousin of dinosaurs. Choices.

"Fuck it," Klaue said rolling himself back into the Zambezi with a soft plop. Erik searched the water for the crocs. If Klaue's arm was working properly, they could use him for protection. He was useless. Especially with a busted ankle.

"We gotta keep quiet and slip away. No sudden splashing. The croc will ignore us…maybe," Erik said.

Limbano slipped in without hesitation. He had been to prison in West Africa before. Facing a croc was a piece of cake apparently. Iverson was the only holdout.

"I think we should stay here," Iverson said, lifting himself higher into the reeds.

"Suit yourself," Erik said.

Iverson sat up and a cell phone fell out of his fatigue's side leg pocket. Erik reached over and snatched it up.

"You said you lost your phone in the river," Erik said checking the status on the fold-up cell.

"Klaue," Erik said. He tossed the cell to the man who caught it.

Klaue glanced at the phone, then over at Iverson.

"Coordinates, mate? This is all your doing?" Klaue asked.

"I thought I lost it…those…those are just coordinates to help get downriver—"

"Stop," Erik said.

Iverson was part of the crew out to get Erik and Klaue. Iverson was a pawn.

Klaue gave Erik a look. Erik nodded at him before his arms shot out and grabbed Iverson dragging him into the water.

"Don't! Wait a minute-!"

Erik ignored Iverson's pleas and shoved his head down into the river water. After ten seconds he lifted the man back up. Iverson thrashed wildly, and Erik positioned his arms and hands on the man to calm him.

"Chill, Iverson. We just want to know who put you up to this," Erik whispered in his ear.

"No one put me up to anything—"

Erik twisted the man's head, breaking his neck.

"Croc!" Klaue shouted. Erik pushed Iverson's limp body into the maw of the river beast and the three of them pushed away from the reeds to put distance between themselves and the feeding frenzy that the croc was enjoying shredding Iverson's flesh and bones before it dipped below the surface with the remains.

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Exhaustion held him in a twilight of life and death. All three men floated on their backs as the current carried them downriver once more. For once in his life, Erik thought he might actually fail. So much of his plans depended on keeping Klaue alive, that Erik forgot that he had to stay alive himself.

Clutching onto Klaue's arm and helping the man stay afloat, Erik considered letting him go. Surrounded by killers, crocs, and deadly hippos, Erik contemplated swimming to shore and just walking out of the bush. He could very well blend into an African population. His picture wasn't the one plastered on wanted posters. They wanted two white men from South Africa.

"Shit."

Erik's thoughts distracted him and he had let go of Klaue for a second. The man's eyes were so done. Erik made the decision to go back to the bank and find a place to hide in the bush. The river would kill them all if they stayed in the swirling vicious waters. He grabbed for Klaue again to help the man focus. Limbano helped him and they finally made it on dry land just as dawn was breaking. They didn't even know what country they were in, losing all sense of direction after being in the river all night.

Erik rolled over onto his back closing his eyes tight.

Rest.

That's what he needed.

His body gave into complete exhaustion and right before he drifted away, he thought of Yani. His eyes caught the shimmery light of the new day's sun and when it struck the river, his bone-weary mind created a mirage of her, swimming nude in the Zambezi river, beckoning for him to follow her. That sly smile on her lips, the sway of her hips, the jiggle of her backside held him in a peaceful dreamlike state as his body slowly powered down.

Goddess, that was the nickname Tahir had given Erik's woman. There she was, swimming in the swirling murky river water, breasts still full from the milk she carried for their daughter. He smiled at the thought. Name it and claim it. Sydette was his. No one could tell him different.

Voices again.

Closer.

They weren't going to make it. Klaue was too far gone with his leg. He and Limbano were too tired to fight off anyone, limbs water-logged and limp.

"You're not ever coming back, are you?"

Her last words to him.

He struck the damp earth with his right fist. He had let that girl down. Gave her false hope by letting her see his face, and now he was never going to see her again.

His eyes drifted back to the river and the sun pierced his retinas, burning the sight of her back again. She was still there, his Yemanja, hands still waving toward him.

"Baby…" he whispered before blacking out.

###

"Killmonger…"

Erik shot straight up, Yani's voice in his ear.

Eyes darting around, he saw Klaue and Limbano passed out on the bank near him. He checked his watch. Four hours. He had been out for four hours. Yani's voice woke him up. It sounded like her lips were right near his ear as if she had been sleeping next to him and wanted him to wake up suddenly.

Jumping up, Erik took a moment to listen for the noise of his would-be captors.

Quiet.

The silence unnerved him, but he had to take a chance and go look for help in escaping. He left Klaue and Limbano behind and trudged through the bush. He found a well-traveled road and before he could hide, a Range Rover pulled up.

"Hey!" The driver said. For a split-second Erik almost ran, but he recognized the driver. He was a ranger that Klaue had introduced him to back at the hotel they stayed in Botswana. Shit, they were back on the side of the river and country they had started from.

"Looks like you've been swimming my friend," the driver said. Tim. That was his name.

"Yeah, wasn't by choice though. Can you give me and my friends a ride back to our hotel? We have money," Erik said.

"Hop in!"

"Give me a few minutes," Erik said.

Tim pulled the Range Rover over and waited.

"Where have you been?" Klaue said when he saw Erik running like a mad man back to the river's edge.

"Let's get the fuck outta here," Erik said lifting Klaue up and helping him keep weight off of his bad foot. Limbano assisted him and it didn't take long to make it back to the Range Rover.

Sitting in the back of the vehicle, knowing that disaster was averted, he couldn't help but think of Yani and Sydette. His vision of Yani had woken him up and tried to keep him awake. He was convinced of this. There was no way beyond blind luck that he would have woken up in time to catch Tim out on the road. It could've been anyone driving, the police, another search party after them…but this guy who happened to know Klaue was the one to see him stumbling out from the bush. This was Yani's doing. Had to be. Whatever connection, whatever strong attachment he had made with her…her spirit woke him up.

She had saved him.

But because of Iverson and whoever pulled his strings, Erik couldn't go back to her. Not yet.

The scenery passed by from the backseat and he pressed his face against the glass. His eyelids squeezed tears out and he wiped them away before the other men saw them.

"Yani, I'm trying," he whispered into the glass before he fell asleep once more.

###

"Yani, mail!"

Leona called to her from the kitchen in the apartment. Fixing her work heels on her feet, Yani stepped into the kitchen. A small brown package with her name and address sat on the kitchen table. No return address, but the forever stamp was dated with markings from Brazil.

She opened the package being careful not to chip her nails. Work at the restaurant had been busy and she was making a lot of tips that allowed her to splurge on some nice things for herself like getting her nails done professionally. Since there was no more work at Klaue's compound, she could indulge in making herself pretty without fear of damaging the costly nail job.

"Your hair looks nice," Leona said.

"It doesn't look too weird straight like this?"

"Just different. And it's just slicked down, not really straight. I like the lines you cut in it too," Leona said touching Yani's scalp. Sydette sat in her high chair staring at Yani while her fingers stuck mashed bananas into her mouth from her Dora The Explorer bowl.

She wanted to try something new with her hair to try and perk up her spirits. New hairstyle. New nails. New work dress.

Soft purple tissue paper was encased inside bubble wrap. When she pulled it all out there were two blue velvet boxes and a small light blue envelope stuck to one of them. She opened the envelope and read the card inside. Her heart fluttered.

"Yani,

Another early birthday present for Sydette and something for you as well. Tell Sweet Pea I miss her too. And you. E.K."

Yani opened both boxes. Diamond earrings. Real diamond earrings. A mother and daughter set.

"Who send you that?" Leona asked staring at the expensive gifts.

"Killmonger," Yani whispered.

She clutched the boxes to her heart.

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Avengers: Take a look through my eyes. Part 1

Not important but still in the story Cast: Nick Fury

Wanda Maximoff x Samantha

Natasha Romanoff x Alexa Stark

Act 0: The Hidden Past

Avengers Headquarters

"Sorry, for being late. Pietro was taking ages to make himself ready," Sam says as she walks in the Avengers "chilling room"(also called a living room) with the Maximoff twins.

Sam is a young, short girl with shoulder-length black hair, green eyes and a lot of scars on her face.

"Hey! It's not my fault that ve're late it's the guys fault. He parked his damn car in front of ours. So, that ve couldn't leave," Pietro says as he playfully glares at her.

"First of all...it's my car, second...the guy moved his car way faster this time than usual and he didn't even complaint this time and third for someone who can run in super-speed you are very slow in the morning, " Sam says with an almost...small smirk.

"The same guy again?" Alexa Stark asks amusingly

"More like the same guy as always," Sam says annoyed.

"Have you talked to him about it?" Steve asks her as he crosses his arms.

"Yes, every day...almost every day," She answers.

"Sam, do you want me to talk with him?" Natasha asks her.

"No, leave the poor guy alone. He's an idiot yes. But I don't think that he deserves to be scared for life by Black Widow," Sam says.

"Or by Tony Stark," Sam adds as she sees Tony open his mouth.

"Or by any other Avenger," She says and looks at the rest.

"Fine," The others say in unison holding up their hands in a defensive manner.

But Samantha (and the others) knows that her neighbour will have a visit later.

"Anyway, what's going on? You said that we should come here immediately," Wanda asks the others.

"Nicky here wants us to watch a creepy movie," Alexa says earning a few chuckles and a few annoying groans.

"A movie?" Sam asks and blinks at her with a blank expression.

"Alexa Star! Do you ever shut up?" Fury says as he glares at her.

"No," Everyone says in unison.

"Hey!" Alexa exclaims with a small grin.

"You are just as annoying as your brother," Clint says slightly annoyed but with a small amused grin on his face.

"What did you just said, Legolas?" Tony asks annoyed.

"No, she's sometimes even worse than Tony," Nat says smirking making every chuckle except for Alexa who is looking at her shocked.

"Hey! Traitor!" Alexa says as she glares and pouts playfully at Nat, who just simply rolls her eyes at her amusingly.

"Only sometimes? She annoys me more than all of you together...and that's says a lot," Samantha says bluntly.

Everyone bursts out laughing even Alexa couldn't hide her own grin,

"Whatever, sit down you three," Nick says deeply annoyed already.

The three latecomers look at each other slightly confused and with a hint of amusement, before they sit down on a couch.

Wanda sits in between Pietro and Samantha.

Nat, Alexa and Steve are sitting on one couch.

Bruce, Thor and Tony are sitting on one and Clint is sitting on the armrest.

"So, as I said earlier. Some creep send us videotapes with a letter. Basically, a creepy creep was spying on us and send us the videos so that we can change the future, which is kinda a mess," Alexa says like it's the most normal thing in the world.

"Vhat?" Pietro asks confused.

" Don't listen to this motherfucker. ("I'm not a motherfucker!") But the letter that was sent here together with the videotapes, says that the future...doesn't look good for anyone of us. A very powerful enemy attacked as and... killed most of the world population and us. The rest that is still alive is mentally done. So, there are a few tapes that we are going to watch witch are going to show as the future but the letter suggest first to watch the videotapes about the past. The videotapes about the past are going to make us understand two of our members better," Nick Fury tells them.

"And we are going to watch these creepy videotapes," Tony says bored.

"Wait, how do we even know that this person is telling the truth? It could a trap or a stupid prank from Alexa," Sam says

"Hey, my pranks aren't stupid!" Alexa says smirking,

"Yes, yes they are," Tony says as he rolls his eyes annoyed.

"No, they are not. They're amazing," Alexa argues back with a small smirk.

"Would you two, please stop acting like children?" Nat says rolling her eyes.

"Anyway, let's watch the videos already," Fury says annoyed.

Nick Fury starts the videos.

[Act 0: The hidden past]

New York City

Midnight

An old Orphanage

It was a small Orphanage somewhere almost hidden in the darkest alley. A small light was shining next to the entrance door. The door was painted in an ugly green almost brown colour and it has small cracks in the paint.

There was a wood sign with the name „The Hollow Woods".

Samantha gasps slightly as she read the name on the sign.

"What is it?" Wanda asks he rand looks at her slightly concerned.

The rest of the Avengers also look at her.

Samantha stares at the sign quietly before she looks at Wanda and then at the others.

"I...lived in there...I lived in the Orphanage," She says or more as she breathes it out.

"Really? You have never told us," Nat looks at her.

"To be fair, there's a lot of things that I haven't told you about me," Sam says shrugging.

"The Hollow Woods...Hmm, I have never even heard of this Orphanage. And I have donated a lot of money to different Orphanages," Alexa says.

"Well...I could tell you why you haven't heard of it..." Sam starts.

Everyone looks at her curiously.

"...But I think this would count as a spoiler, right? So, I'm not gonna tell you," She says with a small smirk.

Alexa groans slightly disappointed.

Tony rolls his eyes annoyed.

Clint, Pietro and Thor are grinning at her amusingly.

Steve and Bruce smile as they shake their heads.

Nat rolls her eyes like Tony but she also wears a small smirk on her face.

Wanda smiles slightly. She is not trying to look inside her head.

Sam hides a few things and she is not ready to tell them to anybody. She made Wanda promise her to not look inside her head unless Sam herself allows her or when it's absolutely necessary for example when she loses control over her power.

But even though Wanda doesn't even try to look inside Sam's head. She can't help herself, she still sees that the images of the old Orphanage make Sam feel a little bit homesick.

A woman covered in a black cloak walked towards the Orphanage and placed two bundles on the stairs.

A one or maybe a two-year-old little girl with black hair. She was wrapped in a warm wool blanket together with a 6 month-year-old boy.

They both cuddled together trying to find warmth.

"This is the only way to keep you safe from them. I'm sorry, my darlings.I hope you'll forgive me, One day." A female voice cried quietly as she gave a small, what seems a goodbye kiss, on the forehead to both of the kids.

Everyone looks at the scene with a sad look.

Bruce is slightly upset that the woman put the children on cold stairs but he understands that the woman was desperate to bring her children in safety.

Sam stares in thoughts at the two kids. She tries to remember if she saw them in the Orphanage. The little boy looks very familiar.

Wanda, Alexa and Natasha notice Sam staring at the two kids and the three also look at them.

"Please, take care of your brother, Sam," The woman whispered.

"Huh?" Everyone exclaims shocked and looks at Samantha who is looking very confused at the screen.

"That's....me?" She says as she looks closer at the girl.

"Well, she does have the same hair colour as you," Clint points out.

"AWW YOU'RE SO CUTE AND TINY," Thor says grinning widely.

The rest looks closer at the little girl and then at Sam.

"Aww," A few say while Sam rolls her eyes blushing.

Suddenly her eyes widen and she almost jumps out of her seat.

"Wait! If the girl is me....then the woman....is probably....my..." Sam says and stares at the woman.

No one says anything because they see the look on Sam's face.

There is a mix of excitement, curiosity, confusion and an undefined emotion on her face.

"You're strong, you will protect him. I know that our little Jacky will be safe with you,"

"Is that your...brother?"Steve asks, he and the rest looks at her.

But Sam doesn't answer, she stares at the little boy with a very sad expression.

The excitement and curiosity disappeared all that's left is a very sad and guilty look on her face.

Sam unconsciously leans closer to Wanda slightly in searching of comfort.

Wanda looks at her and rubs her back softly.

"You'll be safe here and no one will hurt you in here. This is the only way you two will survive. Goodbye, my babies," The woman sobbed and ran away without looking back. As if she was afraid, that if she would stay there any longer, that she would change her mind.

"Jinxed it," Sam mumbles under her breath.

Wanda hears it and looks at her she realizes that something bad happened to her brother.

She puts an arm around Sam's waist and kisses the side of her head gently.

Sam lies her head on Wanda's shoulder.

[A few years later]

The inside of the Orphanage looked very old. The furniture, the toys...everything looked so broken and old. This place didn't seem safe for children to be here...And yet...there are children in here. There weren't as many as in the more modern Orphanages. But still quite a number of children.

Despite the old look of the Orphanage, the old and strict looking ladies (Iknow that there is a word for that but I forgot it). The children look healthy and happy.

A little five-year-old looking girl walked into a room.

"Hey! Look that's the freak of our Orphanage," An older boy (maybe 10-12 years old) says grinning.

"What did he just said!?" Alexa exclaims angrily and leans forwards.

"Did this little shit just called you a freak?!" Clint says angrily.

"HOW DARE HE?" Thor roars angrily as he almost jumps up.

While the others didn't say anything it was clear that they were all angry (understatement).

Bruce clenches his fist he tries to hold the big (Hulky) guy inside.

Steven sighs and shakes his head disappointed but also clearly pissed.

Pietro looks almost disgusted at the little boy as he clenches his jaw and glances between Sam and his sister.

Wanda closes her eyes and breaths slowly, trying to calm her down.

There are almost no emotions on Natasha's face except for the murderous look in her eyes.

Everyone is ready to kill this boy.

Sam looks at the others she slightly gulps, she almost feels bad for the boy.

The only thing she can think of is calming Wanda. She softly rubs her arm and smiles at her softly with the hope that it helps.

It does help...Wanda relaxes slightly. (slightly is the keyword here)

"Ah, yes! Hey, freak do you wanna use your freakish power on us again?!" Another says.

"Ohh! I am a scary Monster and I will kill you all by glaring at you," A third one mocked her.

"Oh, no, you little shit. I am the one who can kill you by glaring at you," Alexa growls angrily and her eyes glow red.

Nat puts a hand on her hand and calms her down. Before Alexa melts down the screen on accident.

Nobody but Wanda notices how Sam slightly flinches at the word "Monster"

Wanda looks at her with a concerned look.

Sam looks back at her and smiles slightly at her.

Wanda smiles back at her.

The boys surrounded her but there was no sign of fear on Samantha's face.

"You know, that you'll never be adopted because of how much of a freak you are?" One boy said laughing.

"Well...actually our little Sammy is adopted by us already," Tony says smirking.

"Don't call me little Sammy!"Sam exclaims.

"Actually she is basically adopted by Nat and Lexi," Clint says grinning at both them.

Alexa and Natasha both shrug with a small smile on their lips. They both don't even try to deny it.

Which is not surprising to anybody. Both of them immediately took the parents roles them moment Sam joined the Avengers.

They are ridiculously protective over her. It's actually quite funny to see them both trying to be parents. Especially when one of them is way more childish than their "own" child. (*Cough* Alexa *cough*)

"But your little brat of a brother would have a chance if it weren't for you, you know? Many parents are asking about him but once they realize that they have to take care of a freak as well, they take another child," Another one said

The young Sam clenched her fists but still looked coldly at the boys.

"You're standing in his way, Sammy," The third one added and he sounded slightly dangerous.

"If you want him to be happy and find a family. Then you'll have to take a leap from the top of the roof. Maybe then he'll at least will have a chance to get a family," The three said and laughed.

Oh, boy. Here we go, Sam, thinks as she looks at the shocked faces of her “almost” family.

"Did...did this little...peace of shit...just said that you should...commit suicide?" Tony says angry.

" I'M GOING TO KILL THIS LITTLE SHIT!" Thor yells angry as he grips his hammer angrily.

"Get in line," Alexa says.

"I'm gonna help you with that," Clint tells her.

"Me too," Pietro adds growling.

Even though Steve is not okay with killing children or civilians in general but only this time he'd make an exception.

Bruce takes a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

"Come on, guys. You can't just kill a little idiotic boy...besides, it wasn't the first time someone said this to me...or called me names like „freak" or„Monster"," Sam says shrugging and mentally facepalmed herself.

"Sam..." Nat says with a calmly but angry and deadly voice.

Sam feels the shivers run through her body as she looks at Nat.

"Where is this sucka now?" Nat asks further. [1]

"Ehh, probably dead," Sam says unsure.

"Good," Wanda says which slightly shocks Sam.

Natasha nods before she leans back slightly relaxed again.

Samantha looked at them angrily as they walk away laughing.

"Sam!" A young boys voice yelled her name.

Samantha immediately turned around with a smile, the anger inside her immediately melted away.

The little boy ran up to her.

"Where were you? I was looking everywhere for you," He said grinning.

"I...I was walking around...and while walking around. I found something for you," Sam said as she took a Comic out of her shirt and gave it to him.

"A Superhero Comic! Wow! Thanks!" Jack said and hugged her happily.

"Aww," Everyone exclaims.

Sam looks with a small sad smile at the screen.

"Hey! There you are. Come on, it's dinner time you two," An older lady said as she walked closer to them.

"Karla look what my sister found for me?!" Jack yelled and showed her the Comic.

"A Comic, wow. Your sister spoils you, soon you'll become a Superhero yourself and that's only because of your sister," The old Lady named Karla said and smiled towards Sam who had a sheepish grin on her lips.

"Now, go. Your sister is going to help me put the toys away right, little Sammy?" Karla said with a soft smile.

"Of course, miss Karla," Sam said as Jack ran off.

"And when I call you little Sammy you lose your temper," Tony says teasingly.

"She is the only one who is...was allowed to call me that....and I do not lose my temper," Sam says.

"So, you stole the Comic again, huh?" Karla asked Sam as they started to put away the toys.

"No, I didn't," Sam said with a small blush.

"Of course you didn't. You know usually, you would be scolded for stealing. But I'll close my eyes on it, again," Karla said and messed up Sams's hair. "Your brother is lucky to have you."

Sam smiled at her.

[At night]

"Sammy?" Jack asked quietly.

"Hmm?"Sam looked at him tiredly.

"Do you think I would be a great Superhero?" He asked her.

"You would be the best Superhero," She answered grinning.

Jack grinned at her before frowning slightly.

"Do you think we will ever be adopted?" Jack asked her.

"Someday...probably," Sam said.

"Tim was adopted yesterday and now all my friends are gone," Jack said sadly.

"Well, you have me," Sam said with a small smile.

"Sam, we always gonna be together right?" Jack asked her.

"Of course we will. I promise you that," Sam said.

[Time Skip]

"Jack?"Sam walked around the Orphanage looking for Jack.

"Hey! You little runt! Watch were you're going!" She heared someone yell.

She looked in the direction of the voice and saw how a few boys were pushing Jack around.

"Goddamit! This vhole Orphanage is full of little shits!" Pietra exclaims angrily.

"Hey! Not completely full," Sam says.

"Did the adults didn't saw this happen? And did they ever done something to stop it?" Steve asks her.

"No...or at least I was the one who was punished the most of the time...cause you know me being a freak," Sam says, "Only miss Klara was the one who believed me and who treated me as a human being and not as a...monster,"

Alexa tries to calm herself down it's very rare for her to be angry. But the things that she sees on the screen makes her blood boil.

Nat puts her arm around her.

Sam froze for a moment before her eyes turned black and she walks towards them with a deadly expression.

Sam shudders slightly at her own deadly expression. Jeez, is that how I look when I'm angry? No wonder that people call me a monster.

One boy was about to punch Jack but Sam pushed them away and stood between them.

"Don't touch him!" She said in a deadly voice.

"Or what?" They said as the took a step towards her.

Sam notices how everyone tenses up slightly as they see the group coming towards her.

"Please, tell me that they didn't touch you...or your brother," Wanda looks at her.

"Don't worry, they didn't. I mean it," Sam says softly trying to calm everyone down.

Sam glared at them with her deadly black eyes.

She growled at them and a few very sharp fangs were seen in her mouth.

The boys took a step back startled as they noticed how angry Sam looked at them.

"Sammy?"Jack called her slightly scared.

Sam looked at him and her anger melts away immediately. Her eyes turned green again and her fangs disappeared.

"Are you okay?" She asked him calmly.

"Is it me or do you seem calmer here?" Clint points out.

"I only saw Wanda being able to calm her down so fast...and that's only after they started dating," Alexa says.

"That's true before that she was only able to calm her down while messing with her head," Tony adds.

"Guys, you do know that we're sitting right here, right?" Sam asks them.

"Well, before that it was almost impossible to calm her down. She went berserk for almost a month once. So, we had to keep her closed in an isolated room," Clint says.

"But why can Jack and Wanda calm her down while no one of us can?" Nat asks curiously.

"Eh...guys?" Sam tries to catch their attention.

"Well, she loves both of them," Clint says.

"Does that mean that she doesn't love us? Or not as much as them?" Pietro says playfully pouting.

"I guess so," Alexa says shrugging. "But why though?"

"Maybe, because they're not ignoring me when I'm in the room?!" Sam says slightly pissed.

"Ahh! There's a short temper again," Pietro says grinning.

"Shut up you overgrown Sonic! I do not have a short temper!" Sam exclaims.

A few people laugh at Pietro's new nickname while Pietro looks at her shocked.

Sam crosses her arms and smirks at him slightly.

"I'm fine," Jack answered smiling at her.

"D-Did you just saw h-how she looked at us?" A boy asked.

"Y-Yeah, she is really an m-monster!" Another one added.

"More like a demon! H-Her black eyes and fangs. She is a beast!" Another kid added.

Sam looked around at the kids who now called her names like "Monster", "Demon", "Best" and so on.

Samantha looks at her hands she refuses to look at the pitty looks of the others.

"Sam?" Wanda asks her softly but Samantha refuses to look at her.

"Just keep watching," Sam mumbles quietly.

Wanda caresses Sam's arm gently and kisses her cheek.

"What's going on here?!" An older lady yelled but this wasn't Karla this Lady looked very angry and didn't have the happy twinkle in her eyes.

"Sam tried to use her powers on us. She is a monster!" The boys yelled and pointed at her.

"Again?!You little freak! I swear if it weren't for Lady Karla I would kick your ass out of here! Come on!" The lady yelled at her.

She took her arm and pulled her after her.

"Sammy!"Jack yelled after her.

"What is she doing? Where is she taking you?!" Nat asks Sam.

Sam doesn't answeres she stares sat the screen.

"Sam?" Pietro asks her.

"You'll see," Sam says in an emotionless tone.

Everyone looks at the screen highly concerned except for Sam who has an emotionless look on her face.

A loud slap was heard through behind closed door and a painful yell.

"....Sam? Vhat exactly did she did to you?" Wanda asks her almost in tears.

Sam looks at her and frowns at her expression. "She was punishing me," She says calmly.

"Punishing you? For vhat?"Pietro asks her.

"For being a freak, for being amonster....for being born," She answeres.

Everyone's looking at her horrified.

"...And the worst thing is...At some point, I even believed I deserved it," Sam says looking at her hands.

"No, you didn't," Wanda mutters quietly as she holds Sam closer to her.

The "Punishment" went for a few minutes and all of the Avengers had a deadly look in their eyes.

[At night]

It was a quiet night. Everyone was fast asleep.

Sam sat up suddenly and hissed slightly.

She looked around everyone was asleep including her brother, who was asleep next to her.

Sam sniffed a bit and her eyes widened as she saw smoke coming from underneath the door.

"Jacky! Jacky! Wake up!" She shook her brother awake.

"Hmm? What is it, Sammy? What's that smell?" He asked as he rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"I don't know... but it's smell like...somethings on fire," Sam said.

"Sam...please, don't tell me...," Bruce says worried as he looks at her.

Sam doesn't answer she's really worried that the other will flip out and smash the screen.

Suddenly a loud screaming was heared and everyone jumped up in the sleeping room.

"What's going on?" A kid asked.

"I don't know!" Another exclaimed scared.

One kid walked towards the door and opened it.

A big fire flame burst through the door setting the kid on fire.

"Oh, my god!" Everyone exclaimed as the looked at it.

Almost all of the kids yelled or squealed scared.

Panik broke out and the kids tried to run out of the door.

"Sam! What are we going to do Sam! Are we going to die?!" Jack asks her in tears.

Sam looked at the fire completely shocked by what she just saw.

"That's not the time to freeze Sam!" Clint yells at her through the screen.

"Move! Get your ass out of there!" Tony yells.

Everyone is yelling at the screen except for Sam and Wanda.

Sam looks at her Family completely freaking out even though she is right there.

Wanda tightens her grip on Sam's hand while she still stares at the screen with wide eyes.

"No, we won't! Come on, we have to get out off here!" She said as she took his hand and tried to go through the panicking crowd.

"Yes! Move your ass!" Pietro exclaims.

They both were running through the Orphanages towards the exit. Thick Smoke and big, hot flames surrounded them.

The other children were yelling and crying but the only thing that Sam could hear was her own heart beating.

She tightened her grip on Jacks's hand slightly.

Suddenly she heard a cracking sound and she looked up.

She saw a wooden beam fall towards her and Jack. She quickly pushed him out of the way.

The wooden beam fell down on them.

"NO!" Everyone exclaims loudly as a few of them jump out of their seats.

So, here it is! The first (real) Chapter.

I hope you liked it.

[1] sucka (RUS) = Bitch

Who's your favourite Avenger?

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emmabodt · 5 years

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Bad Hanji!!! BeruAni 1: Part 1

Annie sighed quietly, wandering through the quiet hallways of headquarters. She could finally breathe again; no Sasha begging for food, no Mikasa staring her down, no absurd jokes in her ears. Just her and the wooden slats of the floor she walked on. She flicked a strand of her blonde hair out of her face as she stopped to stare out a window, blue eyes taking in the serenity outside.Only seconds later, that serene quiet was shattered as heavy, fast footsteps rounded the corner in front of the stoic girl. Annie groaned internally as the last person she wanted to see rounded the corner.

"Oh! Just.....my luck! You're....you're the.....Leonhart girl....right? I really....really need......your help!" Hanji panted, leaning over to rest her hands on her knees. The Titan crazy woman looked like Shadis had put her through the wringer; her already messy hair was even messier than usual, and she looked like she was in deep shit. Annie sighed and put on a respectful face.

"What do you need help with, s- " Annie didn't get to finish her sentence, because Hanji had flung her head back up and snatched her sleeve, beginning to drag the blonde God-knows- where at top speed.

"That's great! I'm so glad that you'll help! I'll make sure I make it worth your while! You see, I enlisted the help of one of the cadets, and I may have done something wrong..." Hanji babbled, totally oblivious to the fact that Annie looked like she was going to murder the woman. The blonde took a deep breath.

"Don't do anything stupid, Annie. Just go with it and don't knock her flat," she mentally told herself. She repeated it the whole time Hanji babbled, completely ignoring the crazy woman until she heard a sound. A sound that shouldn't have been anywhere near headquarters; the sound of a baby crying.

"Oh, no! He's gotten louder! We have to hurry before Levi hears him!" Hanji said frantically, pulling even more on Annie's arm, speeding up. The baby got louder and louder the closer they got to what Annie assumed was Hanji's laboratory. When they reached the heavy wooden door, Hanji released Annie- who was trying to figure out how the hell a baby of all things got here- and threw the door open to reveal a very distressed Moblit with a black haired baby in his arms. The baby was quite big for being so young, but the long blue sleeve he was wearing was obviously too big for him.

The poor man was obviously trying to quiet the poor thing, and was obviously failing. He turned his desperate eyes to Hanji and Annie." Can someone help me with him? He won't stop crying! Hanji, I told you this was a bad idea!" he said over the baby's howls. Hanji quickly slammed the door shut and walked over to her struggling assistant and carefully picked the baby out of his arms.

"Hey, big guy?! Do you think you can- whoa! Settle down there,cadet! I don't want to drop you!" Hanji struggled to keep the boy in her arms as the baby started squirming, trying to get away from her. His cries became louder as Annie turned to Moblit with barely concealed impatience. He sighed and ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair.

"Hanji wanted to try out this new serum she made, so she enlisted the help of one of the cadets. He took it and now..." Moblit pointed at the baby with his eyes, then looked back at Annie, who had turned her attention to the pile of harnesses, boots, pants in the corner. He cleared his throat to get her attention.

"... Do you think you can help us?" Moblit asked hopefully. Annie sighed. She really didn't want to babysit a screaming infant, but what other choice did she have? She knew that a question like that from someone with authority wasn't a question; it was an an unspoken order. She brushed the blonde strand back from her face and strode over to Hanji, who was still fighting to keep whoever she'd turned into baby in her arms.

"Hand him over," she said monotonously. Hanji, looking relived, immediately handed over the still crying and struggling baby. Annie immediately settled him on her hip and wrapped her arms around him, slightly surprised that she knew how to hold a baby. She'd never held one before, but she apparently knew how to do it. Maybe it was just a girl's instinct. She turned her head to get a look at the howling baby and almost dropped him in shock.

"Bertholdt?!!!"

Black hair, blue shirt, too big for his age... Those details should've told her who had been Hanji's unfortunate victim, but it wasn't until she looked into his emerald green orbs that she recognized who she was holding. It was none other than Bertholdt Hoover, her fellow Warrior.

As soon as their eyes met, Bertholdt stopped howling like the end of the world. He blinked his green eyes at her and sniffled before resting his head in the crook of her neck. He nuzzled it a little as she turned to Hanji with a dangerous gleam in her eye.

"Are you able to fix him, sir?" Annie asked coldly. Hanji gulped and nodded quickly.

"Of course! Hoover'll be back to normal in about a week, give or take." Bertholdt whimpered at the sound of her voice and wrapped tiny arms aroun Annie's neck.

Moblit stepped forward." We'll give you everything you need to take care of him. We'd like to keep this quiet, so let's not tell anyone. Especially him," he said, emphasizing the last word so Annie knew exactly who he was talking about. There was only one man that could make her feel small, other than her father- the terrifying tiny Captain Levi. Thinking about it, the blonde could only imagine how pissed he would be if he found out about the situation. Annie nodded solemnly, then cocked her head slightly as she brought her hand up to Bertholdt's now tiny head and rubbed the downy hair thoughtfully.

"Bertholdt is really good friends with a boy named Reiner. He'll probably be really worried. Could I tell him? He's trustworthy, and I will probably need his help with Bertholdt anyway," Annie asked, cocking an eyebrow at Moblit. He nodded.

"As long as he can keep quiet about it, it's okay. We'll bring some supplies to a room that you can stay in to watch him, since you can't bring him to your dorm... You'll also have to sleep there, so you should move your stuff there as well," Hanji said, obviously relieved that Annie was taking on the job. Annie nodded, then turned to walk out the door with Bertholdt in her arms.

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Annie huffed and brushed her hair out of her face, thanking the gods that Bertholdt was a silent child. He was sitting in front of her now, clumsily turning a wooden block over in his hands as he curiously studied it. Now and again he would look over at the blonde and hold out the block to her, prompting her to take it and put it in a pile beside her as he reached for a new one. He was a very quiet, well behaved big baby. Hell, he even ate cleaner than most infants she'd known.

She glanced up at the window and saw the sky beginning to darken. Perfect. Soon, the trainees would be heading for bed after a long day of training. Then she could snag Reiner and fill him in about their situation.

A small noise brought her attention back to Bertholdt. He had stood up and was now heading for the bed in the far corner. Annie watched, slightly amused, as the former giant struggled to climb on the bed." Now you know how it feels to be shorter than everyone else, you Colossal clutz."

At the sound of her voice, Bertholdt turned his head and blinked at her. Then he started jumping up and down, holding onto the blankets that draped over the side while his jewel green orbs begged for help. Annie sighed, then stood up and crossed the room to her bed. She picked up the miniature Colossal, set him on the bed, and sat down in front of him with a huff. Bertholdt continued to stare at her.

"Bertholdt, stop staring at me. You're freaking me out," Annie droned. He blinked, then crawled toward her. Annie watched him apprehensively." Hey! What are you-!?"

Bertholdt crawled into her lap and snuggled himself close, rooting his face into her stomach. His tiny hands clutched at the hoodie she was wearing, and his legs curled up towards his tiny chest. Annie could only watch, wide eyed, as the baby in her lap fell asleep. He must've been exhausted, since it took him only seconds to fall asleep.'So that's why he was trying to get on the bed.'

Annie looked up from Bertholdt back to the window outside. It was now completely dark; she would have to go get Reiner soon, which meant removing the baby from her lap. She wondered if Bertholdt was a light sleeper, then remembered the rumors about how the boys predicted the weather. No, Bertholdt was a definitely heavy sleeper if he could twist himself into such strange sleeping positions. That would make her job a lot easier.

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"Come on, come on, come on! Answer already!" Annie hissed under her breath. She was standing outside the boys barracks waiting for someone to answer her knock. It was really rowdy inside; she could hear the sound of laughter and cheering through the thick wooden walls. Biting down on a growl of irritation, she raised her fist to pound on the door, only for the door to open and reveal the freckled savior himself. He gave her a sheepish smile and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Oh, hi Annie! Sorry that it took a minute to answer your knock; Eren and Jean are at it again. Do you need something?"

"Yes; can you send Reiner out here? I need him." Annie said.

Marco nodded." Give me a second." He quickly disappeared back into the barracks, and a few minutes later Reiner stood in the doorway with a concerned look on his face.

"What is it, Annie? Why didn't you come to training today?" he asked.

Annie rolled her eyes and grabbed the hulky blonde by the ear, beginning to drag him back to the room." We need to talk. Now."

He tried to shake the petite blonde off his ear and failed." Ow! Annie, stop it! That hurts!"

"We need to hurry. I don't want him to wake up and start crying since I'm not there," Annie said calmly.

"Who's him!?" Reiner asked incredulously.

"Reiner, as a seventeen year old Warrior, it makes you look stupid when you use incorrect grammar," Annie deadpanned.

Reiner growled in frustration." Annie, quit being a smart ass. Who the hell are you talking about, why weren't you at training, and where the hell is Bertholdt!?"

They had arrived at Annie's new room. She released Reiner's ear and opened the door." Come in here and find out."

She led her fellow Warrior into the room and walked over to the bed. Bending over, she saw that Bertholdt was just as she left him, fast asleep in the middle of the bed. He was sleeping so soundly, Annie hated to wake him, but he needed to see his best friend. She gently picked him up and settled him on her hip. His head lolled into the crook of her neck, and she rolled her eyes at the ceiling, ignoring Reiner's hilarious look of bewilderment. Then she bent her head and gently blew in his ear. His tiny hand swatted around his head, smacking Annie in the face. Letting out a growl, she glared at Reiner." How the hell do I wake up a baby?"

Reiner raised an eyebrow." Why the hell do you have a baby in the first place?"

Annie thrust the soundly sleeping baby into Reiner's face." Wake him up and I'll tell you, asshole."

Reiner gingerly took the infant and held him up over his head, then began to shake him a little. Annie deadpanned. "What the hell are you doing? You don't even know how to handle a baby, do you?"

Reiner scowled at her, still shaking Bertholdt." I definitely know more than you do, Annie. In case you forgot, I have a cousin that I had to babysit before I got the Armored. Her named is Gabi, and I had to wake her up a lot. She is a heavy sleeper, just like this little guy here. This is how I woke her up."

Annie rolled her eyes and watched the baby. To her annoyance, he groggily woke up, his lids lifting off his bright green eyes. The moment she saw he was awake, she snatched Bertholdt away from Reiner, ignoring his irritated look, and dutifully settled the now sleepily awake giant on her hip. He blinked at her, then lifted a tiny fist to rub his eye.

"Alright, he's awake now. Can you answer my questions?" Reiner huffed. Annie slowly turned her ice blue gaze to him.

"Take one look at who I'm holding and guess."

Reiner rolled his eyes, then stepped forward to inspect the baby. A moment later, his golden eyes went wide in shock.

"What the hell?! Is that...Bertholdt?!"

"Keep your voice down, idiot!" Annie hissed. Bertholdt blinked at Reiner, then reached out his short arms to the giant. Annie reluctantly passed infant to Reiner, who held Bertholdt out in front of him. He began to chuckle quietly.

"What's so funny?" Annie asked, clearly annoyed. Reiner shook his head as a grin spread across his face.

"So you have to babysit Bertholdt, huh? Somebody is probably dying of pure happiness and embarrassment!" Reiner peered at the baby in his hands." Count yourself lucky, Bertl. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity."

Annie scowled at Reiner." Are you teaching him to be a pervert?" she asked, death lurking in her murderous gaze. Reiner snorted.

"Hell no! You'll understand someday. I'll make sure of it. Right, Bertholdt?" Said baby blinked at him, then turned to Annie and let out a little whimper. When she didn't make a move, he whimpered again and reached out one arm to her. Shaking her head, she walked over and took Bertholdt back into her arms, then coolly looked up at the hulky blonde in front of her.

"Hanji had the not so great idea of giving Bertholdt some stupid serum, and now he's stuck like this. And I've been ordered to take care of him. She said it'd wear off in about a week. There, I've filled you in, now go," she huffed, blowing the hair out of her face since her arms were holding the miniature Colossal. Reiner crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at her. Annie cursed under her breath." What now?!" she snapped.

"I think I should get to help."

"This is my job, remember?"

"Yeah, I know. I'm not stupid, Annie," said Reiner, exasperated with the petite blonde's attitude.

"That is highly debatable."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear you say that. But what I meant was I should help spare Bertholdt a little of his dignity."

Annie cocked one eyebrow." How so?"

"Do you really need to ask? We both know Bertholdt pretty well, so...."

"So...?"

"And you say I'm stupid. I should be the one changing his diapers," Reiner deadpanned.

Annie sighed."What's the problem with me changing him?"

Reiner shook his head." Bertholdt is my best friend. I know him like the back of my hand, so I definitely know that if he wanted someone to change him, it would be his mother, his sister, or me. He is very private about...you know what. And since his mom isn't here, and since he doesn't have a sister, that leaves me. So I should be the one to change him. Besides, a flustered Bertholdt isn't a useful one, right?"

Annie stared at him as Bertholdt played with her hair." You know, you talk a lot more than you should." Reiner opened his mouth in exasperation, but Annie cut him off." I see your point. I'll let you change him. Just stop talking so much; I'm tired. As quiet and well behaved as he his, Bertholdt is still a handful. Mentally. So if you could leave now, that be great."

Reiner shook his head again." Alright, Annie. I'll be back in the morning. Get some sleep, and please don't kill Bertholdt." He ducked out the door before Annie could kick him.

The petite blonde sighed and looked out the window at the moon. The same moon her father was probably looking at. If he saw her now....

Bertholdt gave a cute little yawn in her ear and nuzzled her neck, gently pulling on Annie's blonde hair. She turned her head and saw the back of his head. He was probably exhausted, and she was,too. She crossed the room to the bed and gently sat down, reaching one hand up to let her hair down from her usual bun. The moment her hair fell, Bertholdt pulled away from her neck and blinked up at her with sleepy eyes.

"Yeah, I know. Just a second, okay?" she said, gently maneuvering him onto the bed beside her. Then she bent over to take off her boots and shove them under the bed. With that done, she crawled up to the head of the bed and pulled back the covers. Bright green eyes watched her from the foot of the bed, and after she'd settled herself under the covers, she motioned him over. Bertholdt blinked.

"So you also have the intelligence of an infant. Great." Annie sat up with a huff and reached over to the baby, picking him up effortlessly and depositing him on one of the many pillows. Then she snuggled herself back under the covers. Bertholdt was still staring at her.

"Stop staring at me."

Bertholdt blinked again before sleepily rubbing his eyes. When he finished, he started crawling towards her. Annie realizing what he was doing, huffed in annoyance and lifted the blanket." Maybe that Armor-for-Brains really is teaching you to be a pervert," she muttered as the green eyed baby snuggled up against her stomach again. The blonde dropped the blanket, and was surprised when she found herself curling around the already sleeping infant. Another girl's instinct? Her lids closed before she could ponder over her new found instincts, and she drifted off into a warm, deep sleep.

#beruani #bertholdt hoover #annie leonhardt #love #cuddles #baby #experiments #cute

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hitchell-mope · 4 years

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Endgame

Shit. Poor Clint

Dad Tony. He dying. Did Robert actually lose weight for this part because he looks skinnier

CAROL!!!! YAAAAY!!!! And apparently Steve has never heard of an electric razor

Literally the only pepperony I like are these two.

Honestly they’re both in the wrong and right here. Tony has a guilt complex and Steve lived through World War II. So of course they’re at odds. Different methods born from different experiences. Tony is still a dramatic birch though and I love it

Language Steven.

14 minutes and 55 seconds for the title to appear

I really. REALLY. Like Carol. And here’s grape face

WHOOOOHOOOO!!!! GOOD ON YA THOR

Oh yeah. The uh “lgbt rep”. Real groundbreaking. But honestly. What the hell did they expect?

Ohhhh yeah. The cliffhanger of ant man and the wasp

Bloody hell. That’s one hell of a monument. Don’t worry Scotty. Cassie is fine.

😭😭😭😭. Carol’s hair!!!! Eh. It’s comic accurate so I can’t really complain that much.

Natasha’s worries about one brother. And the other brother is worried about her

I. Am. LOVING NATS HAIR

Poor lost ageless puppy trying to explain things just wants to eat

Hello again Tony. I concede. Morgan’s cute

Again. Both have a point here. Scott missed out on a lot. But Tony’s finally ok. I ain’t villainising either of them. No matter how much tumblr implores me to pick a side

Poor Brucie. And he’s turned into the Dude. Why the dab?

Baby see baby do. What can I say? Smart kid

This is the last time they talk to each other isn’t it?

(Hopeless screeching) BRUTASHA

Contrary to popular belief apart from elderly Scott no make up or special effects were used in this sequence. Paul Rudd can just do that

Steve is tired. Oh so very tired. And here’s baby bro to save the day.

Ah yes the return.

At least Bruce feeds him

Poor Thor. Still a teeny bit funnier then ragnarok. Though not by much. He’s so sad. Oh Rocket. Always knowing how to get the job done

Some eat peanut butter sandwiches. Some depression drink. Some hold support meetings. And some go all batman with no one rule. We all deal with grief differently. Personally. Choosing the peanut butter

She just wants to help her brother.

Bruce. Why you booing Rhodey? He’s right.

Yes Scott. Back to the future is a bunch of bullshit

Do not tell me they sent Clint back to when his family died. Oh that was just cruel. Even by my standards

Oh. My god. It’s true. Scott is a puppy

Power walk time

Nat’s lastbwords to Stevie

Bruce is not impressed with past hulk. And very half hearted

Jane’s back. And Frigga. Unorthodox pep talk from Rocket

Are we sure Clint has a Mohawk or is he just balding in reverse?

Hopefully we see what happened in Budapest in black widow 2020

Yay. MCUma. And the bastards back

Oh that’s not good.

Steve might be America’s ass. But Scott is definitely America’s kissass

Hydra fuckers. Poor hulky

This movie has such better pacing then ragnarok or black panther

FUCKING PEARCE!!!!

Oh no. Of course that went back to bite them on the ass

They are just so DONE WITH THEMSLEVES

That’s one way to deal with yourself

Oh Jadis. Spouting truth.

Oh fuck. Shits about to go down.

A good mother always knows

Always with the rabbit

HE STILL WORTHY

Bonding over trauma

And she’s being tortured

Karen is such a good actress

Helen is in everything

Ah Rodger Sterling. The bastard. I wanna punch him in the dick.

My god the hair

Oh Peggy

Keep telling yourself that you asshead

He has the Pym particles

Natasha’s demise

Sibling fight to the literal death

😭😭😭😭 BRUTASHA

So people are criticising Clint for. A. The way he deals with his family’s dying. And. B. The “man pain” of Natasha’s sacrifice. Oh that’s fair.

Oh my god his arm

It worked though

Trash the set why don’t you

The final face off begins

Jeezum crow. More sibling vs sibling

Stevie has the hammer

Go in Rogers. Fillet the bitch

SAM WILSON, T’Challa, Stephen the guardians. Peter Parker: the punching bag for marvel. Pepper. And giant man

How the fuck did everyone hear him with that quiet ass “assemble”?

Val has her Pegasus

How is Scott not stepping on anyone

Husband and wife duo

Dad hug. Then more pain for Petey

Oh Quill. And nebula being unenthusiastic about her sisters choice of boyfriend

HOW CAN THEY ALL HEAR EACH OTHER

Benedict still sounds like House

Gauntlet hot potato

WANDA

Peters doing his best. And it’s hilarious

Carol caused them to retreat. HEAR THAT BITCH

A-FORCE PEIOLE.

Ok. So Carol is officially one of my favourites

Oh crap

YAY

Oh dear

Oh. Fuck

No yah not ya bitch

They won

Dammit tumblr. Every time I watch one of these things I’m confused because Peter’s voice sounds so deep and it’s all your fault

Two were gonna cop it. And you can’t have to happy alive fathers in a Disney movie can you?

Clint gets his kids back

Ohhhh. Holographic will.

Oh yeah. The uh “wedding”. Oh so very moving

They put drax in a shirt. Poor bastards nipples

Nebula has lost her proper father (Tony)

And then there’s Harley

Father daughter chat

Uncle Happy

Oh thorkyrie

Always with the bloodlust nebula

Ahhh brothers

Oh sugar

I’m gonna miss Bucky’s hair

Oh Sam. It’s you buddy

Steve got the ending he deserved.

Not the credits sing I was guessing. But it’s a nice choice

Oh there we go

Oh hey. Just remembered. No Vision?

Why are they all so blurry

Oh now this. This is nice.

Is Harley making a new iron man suit?

Honestly so much better then I hear people on tumblr say. Probably because they’re pissed that their ships didn’t happen. But c’mon. What did they really expect. Steve said himself that people like them don’t really move on. So yeah. Steggy all the way.

Rating: a million/10

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Camp Mockingjay - Ch 2

We asked, you voted, and now Katniss and Gale are on their way to Camp Mockingjay! So, here it is, the next installment of our story, brought to you by @burkygirl. You have 48 hours to vote on the direction of the next chapter of the story. Remember: vote in the comments, not in the tags! And don’t forget to spread the word by reblogging. The more fans playing this game, the more fun it will be.

The fuzzy blue dice I bought for Gale’s 16th birthday sway back and forth from the rearview mirror. We’re bumping along the dirt road that leads to Camp Mockingjay in his father’s old ‘89 Silverado, a plume of dust billowing in the air behind us. Gale’s shiny black baby is going to have a grimy film all over it. I’m still not sure I should have agreed to this, but after a whole day of driving, I can’t wait to arrive and get out of this truck.

From a hilltop we spot the camp nestled in the valley below, hugging the shore of Lake Panem. There’s a clutch of 12 cabins in the woods and a mess hall near the beach. I see sports fields, a dock and smaller buildings scattered about. It’s either a kid’s paradise or my slice of hell. I can’t decide.

Gale gives a low whistle from the other side of the bench seat. “Check it out, Catnip. Just think, on our nights off we can canoe on the lake, go for long walks in the woods, take the truck into town to catch a movie. We’ll get to spend the whole summer together. Plus, we get free room and board. It’s gonna be sweet!”

I fight back a sigh. He’s been yapping like this since I first hoisted myself into the truck this morning. And I do mean hoisted. Gale put a massive lift kit on it a few years back, one of many modifications he’s made since his mother handed over its keys.

“Sure,” I snark. “It’s gonna be real sweet, sharing a room with six rugrats and a kid Prim’s age. Making sure they brush their teeth and wiping snot when they’re homesick. Oh, and helping to run an activity. Let’s not forget that.”

The corner of Gale’s mouth ticks up. “Stop. You’re great with kids and once they see how good you are with an arrow, they’ll be scared into submission.”

I can’t help but think that the job at Sae’s would have been a whole lot less complicated. I’m still rolling my eyes when Gale points the truck down the slope.

In the staff parking lot, Gale tosses me my duffle bag from the bed of the truck, slings his over his shoulder and we head for the mess hall. It’s a long, low log cabin, boasting of a bank of windows on the lake side and a cafeteria-style kitchen on the other. Gleaming tables and sturdy chairs are piled up in corners, but three are pulled together in the middle of the room, ready for a staff meeting. Gale and I slide quickly into a couple of empty chairs.

Gale’s college roommate Thom waves quickly from his spot near the head of the table. Gale waves back and then drops his arm around the back of my chair. I glare at him, but he’s not paying attention, already scoping out all the other faces around the table. I shrug him off and lean forward.

Next to Thom, at the very end of the table, is quite possibly the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Bronze hair, bottle-green eyes and rock-star level charisma. He gives us all a cocky grin and welcomes us to Camp Mockingjay.

“I’m Finnick Odair, the camp director. Next to me is our activities director, Thom Minar. I’m here to be a mentor to you, our counsellors; to look after the general welfare of everybody at the camp and make sure our campers get the full summer camp experience. Thom’s a kinesiology major. His role is to organize all camp activities and make sure the right staff are lined up with the right jobs. As you know, each of you is assigned a cabin with bunks for six campers, plus a counsellor-in-training who’s in high school. Your job is to make sure your campers are safe and happy. You will eat with them, captain them in all-camp events and share their cabin. Your CIT will be their big sister or big brother, making sure they stay on schedule, get to bed on time, and serve as your eyes and ears. In addition to your cabin duties, you’ll also lead one of our activities.”

When Finnick calls on Thom to speak, he runs his fingers through his dark hair and clears his throat. Thom’s got a lanky build and thick hair like Gale. It’s little wonder that the girls at school ask if they’re brothers, but Thom is obviously more shy than Gale. The tips of his ears turn pink as he shuffles the paper and clears his throat.

“Okay, I’ve taken a look at your skill sets and I have a plan for who will take on each activity. Johanna, woodworking.” A brown-haired pixie gives a little fist pump. “Beetee and Wiress-” A nerdy-looking couple look up from their phones. “You two have the tech centre.” Beetee’s dark head nods in acknowledgement and his attention returns to his device. He assigns music to a blonde girl name Madge who gives him a pleased smile. A guy and a girl so similar in looks that I think they must be siblings are assigned arts and crafts. They don’t seem very happy about it. “Cato, I’ve got you on the climbing wall. Clove, you’ve got riding lessons.” The hulky blonde man offers no reaction and the sharp-featured brunette beside him just nods. “Gale,” prompts Thom, and Gale sits up a little straighter beside me. “You’ve got the archery range.” Gale gives Thom a thumbs up. “Marvel and Peeta, swimming lessons.”

Peeta? I’ve only ever met one guy with that name. He saved my life, but I’ve never spoken to him. In fact, I haven’t seen him since we graduated from high school last year when he went to live with his grandmother before starting college out of state. It takes me a second to find him, but eventually I spot him near the end of the table, sitting on the other side of Cato. I don’t know how I missed the familiar mop of blonde curls that I know cap the most stunningly blue eyes I’ve ever seen in my life. Those eyes lock with mine until Thom’s voice breaks the connection.

“Now Katniss, you’ve got amazing archery experience, but you’re also a certified lifeguard, so I’ll let you choose. Do you want to lead the archery lessons with Gale or do you want to join Peeta and Marvel and teach swimming?”

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THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR AVENGERS: ENDGAME !!

STAGE I | PART VIII ( back to the future is bullshit? ) → with tony and clint now in attendance, things are able to heat up for real as the group tests their time travel to see if the new quantum suits will work. aka, this is a make or break moment for the time heist.

THIS IS THE OFFICIAL COMPLETE CHAT LOG COVERAGE OF THE IC

TONY: Tony strutted through the facility, dragging pieces of equipment that went from over his shoulder onto the floor. He passed Thor, giving him a wink, and then continued on over to the talking furball. “Ratchet!” He shouted as he got closer. “How’s it going?”

ROCKET: “it’s rocket!” he corrected him, mildly threatening him with the wrench in his hands. “and take it easy, you’re only a genius on earth pal!”

RHODES: The whole thing was a little crazy. Sure, Rhodey wore a suit of armor and flew around like a living laser tag machine, but it was for a reason. Then again, the time travel was too. It was just a little hard to swallow. Seeing Lang in the mockup of the Quantum Suit with a Hulk on one side and a cybernetic alien on the other wasn’t as surprising as it once had been. “Time travel suit not bad.” He remarked as he entered the room.

SCOTT: Scott scrambled to take the Pym particles from Bruce's large green hands, "Hey hey hey! Easy-- easy!"

BRUCE: Bruce’s aggravatingly large thumbs were pushing the pym particles into Scott’s suit as if they were trying to fit an elephant into a dumbwaiter. “I’m being very careful,” he said with non-assuring confidence.

SCOTT: “No you’re being very hulky!”

BRUCE: He reared back, his voice rising defensively. “I am being careful!”

SCOTT: “These are Pym particles, alright?” he held up the vial for emphasis, “—and ever since Hank Pym got snapped out of existence, this is it! This is what we have. We’re not making any more!”

RHODES: For a little man who was sometimes a regular sized man, Lang was flashing a lot of attitude. With his hands up in the symbolic ‘simmer’ gesture, Rhodey kept his voice even as he said, “Scott, calm down.”

SCOTT: “Sorry, we’ve got enough for one round trip each. That’s it, no do-overs— plus, two test runs,” he explained, placing the particles back in his own suit before accidentally activating the shrinking mechanism. Letting out a yell, he immediately returned to normal size, “One— test run." Hesitating another moment, Scott squeezed his eyes shut, fear coursing through his veins, "I'm not ready for this..."

RHODES: Rhodey just hung his head in an exasperated defeat.

CLINT: "I'm game," Clint responded, reclining against the doorway, "--I'll do it."

BRUCE: “Clint, now you're gonna feel a little discombobulated from the chronoshift. Don't worry about it.”

RHODES: Wait wait wait. Lemme ask you something.” Rhodey cut in partly as a thought crossed his mind. “If we can do this, y’know,” he gestured with his hands. “go back in time -- why don’t we just find baby Thanos, y’know and...” Unable to actually say it, Rhodey pantomimed tying a knot around a neck and pulling before holding his hands up in a what if?gesture.

BRUCE: Bruce got where Rhodes was coming from, but his charade was a little gruesome. “First of all, that’s horrible.”

RHODES: “It’s Thanos.” He rolled his eyes.

BRUCE: “And secondly,” he ran right over Rhodes’ rebuttal. “time doesn’t work that way. Changing the past doesn’t change the future.” He said so pointedly, as if it were obvious information.

SCOTT: “Look we go back, we get the stones before Thanos gets them, Thanos doesn’t have the stones—” Scott said matter of factly.

RHODES: Lang got it. Rhodey held out a hand in his direction to drive the point home.

SCOTT: "Problem solved."

CLINT: "Bingo--" Clint muttered, nonplussed.

NEBULA: “That’s not how it works.” Nebula interjected as she worked on calibrating the suit. She had been listening and let them ramble on and on, but they were stuck in a concept that was completely false.

CLINT: “Well, that’s what I heard.”

BRUCE: “Wh-what by who? Who told you that?”

RHODES: “Star Trek, Terminator, TimeCop, Time After Time -” Rhodey began ticking off the films on each finger.

SCOTT: "Quantum Leap?"

RHODES: The list went on. He continued: “A Wrinkle in Time, Somewhere in Time -”

SCOTT: "Hot Tub Time Machine...?" Scott added.

RHODES: “Hot tub time machine!” He piggy backed off of Lang. “Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure.” There were a lot of options and Rhodey was growing more assured in his argument with hand motions to prove it. “Basically, any movie that deals with time travel.”

SCOTT: "Die Hard?" He continued, before immediately revoking his suggestion, "--no, that's not one of them."

RHODES: ...And their streak was over. That was getting ignored. “This is known.”

BRUCE: He splayed his arms out behind him, “I don’t know why everyone believes that, but it isn’t true. Think about it. If you travel to the past-“ he animated his words with his hands. “That past becomes your future. And your former present becomes the past. Which can’t now be changed by your new future.” His words were laden with passion and points.

NEBULA: “Exactly.” Nebula nodded. Bruce was the only one making complete sense.

SCOTT: “So Back to the Future’s a bunch of bullshit—?” Scott blinked, incredulous.

BRUCE: They were all standing around the platform now, eagerly anticipating the results of Tony’s additions. Clint was at the forefront, more than ready to take a mission that could end with him stuck in no man's land, or dead. “Okay Clint, we’re going in 3…2…1!”

CLINT: Bruce’s countdown ended, the Quantum tunnel whirred to life and Clint jumped— his body shrinking to sizes incomprehensible to the average human. What seemed like seconds later, the archer reappeared, breathing heavily and visibly shaken.9:01 PM

NATASHA: The second the machine stopped whirring and it was safe Natasha was leading the group as she ran up the ramp onto the - for lack of a better word - time machine. Her friend was on his knees and none of the sounds he was making sounded pleasant so she instantly dropped to his level and grabbed the quantum suit covered shoulders of Clint. “heyheyhey, look at me.” she took his face with her hands as the both stood. “Are you okay?” One hand tapped at his chest to try and center him.

Clint: He waved the baseball glove at Natasha mumbling, "It worked," before turning to the others, more confident now, "It worked."

#a4 spoilers #endgame spoilers #event: endgame #endgame: 1.8 #chatlog: back to the future is bullshit #momevents

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6 Hilariously Improbable Events That Resulted In Huge Movies

Hey, remember that Final Destination franchise from all the way back in 2011? You know, it’s the one where a clowder of hapless teens get hunted by Death through a series of overly elaborate, Rube Goldberg-style horrors. Well, it turns out that sometimes this same over-the-top domino effect can be applied to how films get made (including Final Destination, which started as an X-Files spec script). A butterfly flaps its wings in Beijing, and Jeff Goldblum ends up shirtless on a table in Hollywood, basically.

Some films end up creating a gigantic ripple of success and artistic inspiration … all from a single unassuming start. Here are such times when the road to the cinematic immortality was paved with random nobodies, stupid coincidences, and just plain dumb luck…

The Alien Franchise Exists Because Of Literal Nightmares

From the creature design to the directing, the first Alien has always been a poster child for the unspeakable horrors you can accomplish through collaborative effort. With that in mind, none of it would have been possible without writers Dan O’Bannon and Ronald Shusett first coming up with the story. They are the face-huggers to Alien‘s uh… alien. This was O’Bannon’s second film as a screenwriter, one that would have never existed without the frustrating failure of his first.

Dark Star was a John Carpenter sci-fi comedy about people exploding planets in space, and O’Bannon hadn’t simply written it, but also designed and supervised the special effects. It was this (not his writing) that got the attention of weirdo director Alejandro Jodorowsky, who at the time was working on an ultimately shelved Dune film. O’Bannon was brought on Dune‘s production where he met a creepy Swiss artist working on the film’s set and character design. His name was H.R. Giger, and you might find his work on Dune a bit familiar.

To put this guy in perspective — upon their initial introduction, H.R. Giger immediately offered O’Bannon opium. And when asked why he himself took it, Giger bleakly responded “I am afraid of my visions.” If Werner Herzog had night terrors, it would be personified in H.R. Giger’s ghastly Scandinavian gaze. His paintings are what Satan uses to get an erection.

Dune was sci-fi failure #2, and after production was closed down O’Bannon found himself running out of work, and consequently money (which is commonly a thing you get in exchange for work). In what was no doubt an act of pre-hooking desperation, he and Shusett dug up yet another old failure — a story about monsters attacking a WWII bomber (which later became a segment in the 1981 animated “film” Heavy Metal — a series of events we’ve previously discussed).

Like some kind of mad scientist, O’Bannon spliced this story with another failed horror script about bug monsters, added a re-written scene from Dark Star, and somehow churned out Alien. Meanwhile, H.R. Giger was developing a terrifying artistic portfolio based on his childhood nightmares — one example being a painting called “Necronom IV.”

That’s one of two nightmares that will come into play, this first fruition appearing in an H.R. Giger art book that O’Bannon gave to Ridley Scott while developing Alien. Nightmare number two came from Shusett who, after a day of writing, woke up in the middle of the night with the idea that the alien could impregnate a crew member through their throat — meaning that nearly every aspect of these creatures was quite literally the stuff of nightmares.

You Can Thank The 2003 California Gubernatorial Recall Election For HBO’s Westworld

In the early 2000s, California underwent an energy crisis, presumably after everyone left their tanning bed on overnight. As bills tripled and the anger grew, a representative named Darrell Issa donated two million dollars to a small group collecting signatures for a gubernatorial recall. It was this money that boosted their efforts in a historic moment for the United States: a new Westworld TV show.

We should probably explain.

HBO “Yes, please. I don’t know what the fuck’s going on in this show.” — Anthony Hopkins

See, after successfully reaching enough signatures, it was the actually historic recall of Governor Gray Davis that sparked one of the weirdest elections ever — eventually boiling down to this veiny cup of whatever Austrians drink instead of water:

Playboy And by “ever” we mean “before 2016,” of course.

Arnold Schwarzenegger threw his hat into the governor ring and came out with a whopping 48.6 percent of the vote. This was in October of 2003, and along with shaping the future of California, it panicked a butt-ton of producers who had previously attached the hulky destroyer to upcoming films. One such producer was Jerry Weintraub, who had cast Arnold as the Yul Brynner role in an upcoming remake of that enduring ’70s sci-fi cowboy classic, Westworld. As we’re sure you can guess, this did not end up happening, and the project was shelved indefinitely — or in producer-speak, “until someone big enough shows interest in it.” That took two years.

Variety “We’ll begin shooting in 2008 with Heath Ledger, Bernie Mac, Anna Nicole Smith, and President Gerald Ford.”

In 2005, Weintraub once again set his sights on this ridiculous film — this time with the director of The Cell attached. This, unsurprisingly, did not make Westworld the exciting filmmaking opportunity that studios were scrambling over, and so Jerry moved on to another project while letting his baby degrade on the back burner. That project was a little TV movie about Liberace starring Michael Douglas, Matt Damon, and Matt Damon’s glittery thong.

In the biggest plot twist yet, the HBO-made Douglas/Damon smooch-fest was a hit… causing Weintraub to turn to the network for a Westworld series. The rest is excessively naked history. And hey, Schwarzenegger is finally available now, so maybe they can throw him a bone and cast him as a background extra or something.

We Wouldn’t Have The Entire Marvel Cinematic Universe If It Wasn’t For Superman: The Movie

It turns out a DC Comics movie is responsible for Marvel’s current cinematic dominance, but not in the way you’re probably thinking. This long goddamn journey starts with a producer named Lauren Shuler Donner, whose husband you might recognize as Richard Donner — director of such insanely diverse hits as The Goonies, The Omen, and of course, 1978’s Superman: The Movie.

Superman was a hit, but this didn’t instantly result in every single over-pantsed defender getting his own movie — remember, it would take over a decade for even Batman to get one. However, the Donner flick did nab the attention of a five-year-old named Kevin who, like five-year-olds tend to do, became enamored with this genre of mighty punchers. His fandom eventually turned into a job at the Donners’ Company as Lauren’s assistant. As she puts it, “one of the main reasons Kevin managed to get himself an intern position at our company was because of Superman: The Movie, [that freaking nerd].”

Lauren went on to make a few disaster films, like Volcano and the harrowing You’ve Got Mail, before becoming inspired by her husband’s action background and buying the rights to the X-Men franchise in 1994. Feeling his intense ray of nerdiness, she gave her then-assistant Kevin a producing role on the first X-film, where he instantly became “a walking encyclopedia of Marvel.” Usually that just makes you very good at internet message board arguments, but in Kevin’s case, it led him to this:

That’s right. It’s Kevin Feige — not Bacon as you were all no doubt guessing. Having been inspired by that first Superman film, Feige beelined directly to the Donners before getting thrown into X-Men and scooped up by Marvel. It was there that he continued to read an endless number of comics and work closely with directors making Spider-Man, X2, and Daredevil until 2005, when Marvel decided to make their own studio. In 2007, Kevin was named the chief of that studio and began to develop what would go on to be this jumbled mess of media:

The Marvel Cinematic Universe gave way to an entirely new method for making movies, now being applied to Star Wars, Lego, and even the goddamn The Mummy. It’s completely changed franchises and made a once-bankrupt Marvel Studios the hottest goddamn game in town… all ironically thanks to a fucking DC Comics movie. Thanks a bunch, you sulky jerks!

A Mailing Error By A Fresno Librarian Kicked Off The “Brat Pack” Era

All you Val-speaking, Atari-playing, AIDS-epidemic-ignoring ’80s kids no doubt perk up at the mention of the “Brat Pack,” but in case you’re scratching your supple 20-something heads, we’re referring to a group of young actors who swarmed Hollywood around the early 1980s. Luminaries like Rob Lowe, Tom Cruise, Demi Moore, and all those The Breakfast Club motherfuckers were birthed from this era. The phrase “Brat Pack” was coined in a New York article, and became the soil in which a lot of pretty careers were cultivated.

Also, it was started by this lady:

Her name is Jo Ellen Misakian, and back in 1972 she was hired as a librarian aide at the Lone Star School in Fresno, California. While there, she noticed that the naturally reading-averse students all loved the same book, so she helped them start a petition to turn it into a movie. After attempting (and failing) to contact the author, Jo Ellen decided to just take a shot in the dark and mail the book to a known director instead. The book, by the way, was The Outsiders — the basis for the very first of the Brat Pack films, which kicked off the stellar careers of actors like Cruise, Lowe, Emilio Estevez, Patrick Swayze, Matt Dillon, Ralph Macchio, that other guy, and that other other guy.

And this never would have existed as a film if it wasn’t for Mrs. Misakian, her plucky kid pals, and the fact that she totally fucked up mailing their petition.

You see, after deciding Francis Ford Coppola should direct the movie, Misakian found his New York address in the reference section of the Fresno library and mailed a copy of the petition there — but Coppola was living in Los Angeles at the time. The New York address was outdated and unused… and, consequently, got very little mail. However, it just so happened that Coppola was in New York that week, and was able to personally see the letter for that reason.

According to a producer there at the time, “It was lucky for the kids that we were in New York when it was sent over.” Eventually, Coppola read the attached book, optioned it, and then began production on the film, all while maintaining a correspondence with the librarian who first sent it to him.

In the end, the film was attributed to Misakian and her class — the closing credits saying, “The film The Outsiders is dedicated to the people who first suggested that it be made — librarian Jo Ellen Misakian and the students of The Lone Star School in Fresno, California.” The Brat Pack was born, and like a thousand careers started… all because a librarian sucked at tracking down someone’s more-current address.

Jurassic World And The New Star Wars Got Their Director From A Silly ’90s Magazine Ad

After culturally blue-balling us with talking raptors, the Jurassic Park franchise re-exploded the box office with Jurassic World‘s $1.6 billion dollars in ticket sales. World will go on to get a sequel (obviously), and the director is now working on Episode IX of Star Wars. And oddly enough, it was back in the decade when the first Jurassic Park became a hit (and we all thought Star Wars prequels would be, like, the raddest shit ever) that an author named John Silveira was inadvertently shaping all these events, like a secret John Hammond.

Back in the ’90s, Silveira would occasionally submit content for Backwoods Home Magazine. His job was to fill in gaps of the magazine’s classified section with whatever joke bullshit that came into his head. It was a fun gig with a specific and sparse readership, by definition.

Then, one day in 1997, Silveira was asked to contribute right before a deadline (what kind of backwoods magazi– oh, right). Without any prepared jokes, he remembered the opening lines to an old unfinished novel he had been working on years back. With the clock ticking, John spun the words into a fake classified ad and submitted the following:

Yes. That ad. Silveira had created what would later become a meme that would inspire Colin Trevorrow to make an indie film called Safety Not Guaranteed, about a dude looking for a time-travel partner. Not long after, director Brad Bird was being approached by Disney and Lucasfilm to direct the next Star Wars film — and in turning it down for Tomorrowland (yikes), Bird recommended they watch Trevorrow’s little movie.

In short, two major sci-fi franchises ended up being completely dependent on an indie comedy director who was inspired by some joke-writing weirdo in Southern California. And speaking of stuff Spielberg once touched…

Like Schindler’s List And The Coen Brothers? You Can Thank The Evil Dead For That

It’s not exactly controversial to say that the Coen Brothers are two of the most influential and iconic directors of this era. We also probably won’t get any hate mail for praising Liam Neeson’s performance in Schindler’s List, or really any of his subsequent roles. What will sound insane, however, is that all of these things are of direct result of the 1981 horror film The Evil Dead. You know, the one where a woman gets fucked by trees before turning into a Kandarian basement demon.

It was on this film that a young Joel Coen was working as an assistant editor while trying to make his debut with a script he co-wrote with his brother. While there, director Sam Raimi convinced the Coens to shoot a fake trailer for their script, which subsequently led to them finding investors for the movie — eventually called Blood Simple. You might recognize this as the pivotal moment leading to decades of amazing films like The Big Lebowski, No Country For Old Men, The Hudsucker Proxy, and certainly not Garfield (common mistake).

Meanwhile, while casting Blood Simple, the brothers went to see a play called Crimes Of The Heart. It featured Holly Hunter, who they immediately wanted to cast… but couldn’t, for scheduling reasons. However, Hunter went home from the audition and mentioned the film to her roommate: Frances McDormand. Frances, of course, would go on to kick ass in the role, marry Joel Coen, and play one of the most badass baby-ovens to ever point a gun at Peter Stormare.

And it gets weirder. Because while Holly didn’t get the role in Blood Simple, she would later move into a Silverlake home with both Coen brothers, McDormand, and Raimi — who at the time was writing Evil Dead II on the porch. Cut to a few years later, and a young actor named Bill Paxton got a phone call from his friend James Cameron asking if he had heard of Evil Dead II. When Paxton said no, Mr. Titanic rushed him to a local showing, as any loyal friend would. After falling in love with Raimi’s slapstick horror style, B-Pax auditioned for the director’s follow-up, Darkman. You with us so far?

According to Paxton (who later worked with Raimi on A Simple Plan), while he got super close to landing the role, he “made the mistake” of informing another friend about the movie as well. It was Liam Neeson.

Neeson got the role and killed it as the titular rubber-faced rage goon in Darkman, which was then seen by a stage actress named Natasha Richardson. At the time, Richardson was putting together a production of Anna Christie, and thanks to Darkman, she pursued Neeson to play a role. Not only would his performance in the show end in a marriage with Richardson, but it would grab the attention of a director in the audience… who at the time was casting an upcoming film called Schindler‘s Fucking List.

YEP. Liam Neeson’s entire career exploded because Bill Paxton was dragged to a screening of Evil Dead II and fell in love. Consider this yet another reason he’s going to be deeply missed. RIP, you ultimate badass.

David is an editor and columnist for Cracked. Please direct all your goddamn “hellos” to his Twitter account.

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