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summary: infected had been roaming the earth for years, and you, being born after the outbreak, just had to be special. what happens when a certain redhead finds out about your secret? (based on tlou part 2)

pairing: Natasha x teen reader

warnings: angst, guns, fighting, injuries

genre: angst

words: 5223

a/n: finally the apocalypse au is here!!! I’m pretty sure I’ll just make this a compilation of one shots rather than an actual story, but we’ll see :)

(reader is basically Ellie, just with some big twists 🫣)

(If you played tlou part 2, but haven't seen any mcu movies, it is still totally possible to read this fic, as Natasha will just be an unknown character for you. If you've seen the mcu movies, but haven't played tlou part 2, it might be a bit more confusing)

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Natasha walked through the streets, her gun in her hand, ready to shoot anything and anyone that would dare come her way. She had been in Seattle for a while, and even though the streets were destroyed due to the bombings, a lot of the building were still standing. They were probably fragile and looked extremely unstable, but they were still there.

She carefully entered an apartment building, scared to get either jumped by Scars or Wolves again. She had run into both of them before, and she wasn’t much of a fan.

Her shoulder still hurt from the arrow that Scar shot her with…

After going up the floors slowly, ensuring the hallways and rooms were clear, she found a stable, and somewhat clean looking room almost all the way at the top. The stairs were blocked, keeping her from going further up, and keeping others from being able to sneak up on her.

The only entrance to the floor was the stairway, and that was exactly how Natasha liked it.

She checked the room one more time before setting her backpack down next to a sleeping bag on the floor.

She checked the sleeping bag over, and it didn’t take long for her to realise it had recently been slept on. She reached for her gun immediately, keeping it close to her, and she searched through the room for supplies or a bag of any kind.

It didn’t take long before she found one. An army green bag was stashed into a small hole under the desk. It was obvious someone tried their best to hide it.

Natasha looked through the bag, finding nothing that she didn’t already have. Once she checked the smaller compartment, her heart stopped for a second. She had found a stuffed animal. The bag belonged to a child…

Natasha dug through the bag a little better, finding an old, damaged notebook. It had clearly been used a lot, and Natasha admired the artwork as she flipped through the pages.

“Drop it,” a voice behind her suddenly said, and Natasha could hear a gun being loaded. She carefully laid the notebook down, raising her hands and turning around to face to gun. Turning around to face you. You were just a child…

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Walking around the city was boring, especially because you had to stay hidden and on the look-out for Scars and Wolves. Moving around the city was a lot harder and went a lot slower with those guys around.

You had met some of the Wolves years ago, when they still called themselves the Fireflies and were on some holy mission to make a cure for all of humanity.

You never bought their shit, and even though you grew up in a QZ, close to a Firefly nest, you never believed for even a second that a cure could ever be made. That was, of course, until you got bitten, and you survived.

You had tried to get out of the QZ, wanting to leave the quarantine zone and explore the world by yourself. You hated living in the QZ. It may have been safe, but it was far from ideal.

When you left, you had to go past hundreds of soldiers, making your escape a whole lot more difficult. Luckily you had always been good at sneaking around, being quiet and not making a sound.

Once you were out of the QZ, it didn’t take long before you ran into a hoard of infected, and when you managed to only kill a few, due to your bullets running out, you had tried to run, fighting off any infected that came at you with your knife. You were pretty successful, apart from the fact that one of the Clickers had managed to bite your arm.

You were upset to say the least, and frustrated that you had been so stupid to leave a safe place for some idiot adventure. You spend what you thought was your last two days in an apartment you found.

You didn’t want to turn, but you were out of bullets and you were to afraid to kill yourself with your knife, so you didn’t, instead settling on just waiting it out.

After waiting two or three days, you still hadn’t turned, and after inspecting the bite, you settled on the fact that it had not gotten worse over the days. The infection seemed to have stopped, and even though you were confused, you didn’t really question it.

After travelling around on your own for a while, you were found by a group of Fireflies, who, during a medical check-up you had no say in, discovered your bite mark.

They locked you up, performing all kinds of tests to make sure you were still sharp and alert. Eventually, after about a week, they settled on the idea that you were not going to turn, and that you could be the answer to making a cure.

You didn’t really know what that meant, and you didn’t really care as you were finally allowed to get out of the chains and go to an actual room.

Occasionally, Fireflies would enter your room to perform some more tests, taking your blood and asking follow up question on what exactly happened, and what you did after you were bit. You didn’t really bother to question them, because if you were actually the key to making a cure, you would want nothing more than your life to mean something.

You were only 12 when you got to the Fireflies, and you hadn’t met a single Firefly that was around your age. That was, until a 16-year-old girl snuck into your room.

Her name was Abby, and she told you she was the daughter of the doctor who could make a cure. She became your best friend, and she was there for you when the Fireflies announced you had to go into surgery. Dr. Anderson assured you everything would be fine, and after the surgery a cure would exist.

What he failed to mention, however, was that making a cure would cost you your life.

You didn’t know that, of course, nor did Abby, as she walked with you to the operating room, trying to help calm your nerves.

You were scared, and you didn’t really had a good feeling about the situation, but you didn’t really bother to question it, knowing the only goal the Fireflies had was to make a cure. They wouldn’t endanger your life, would they?

It was Abby who killed her own father that day. It was Abby who got you out of that hospital. It was Abby that helped you run as the Fireflies hunted you down.

No one knew it had been Abby, except for you, and her father as he laid dead on the floor of the surgery room.

Abby found out you wouldn’t survive the surgery, and she had asked the other Fireflies if you knew that. They lied and told Abby you did, and that you were still okay with it. Abby knew you better then that, and she knew you would never lay down your life for the possibility of making a cure.

When Abby discovered you weren’t the first immune person the Fireflies had tried to make a cure with, she was furious, knowing you were just another experiment to them. You weren’t going to survive the surgery, and the chance of making a cure was near to zero.

And so, Abby had made the hard call to try and safe you, even if it meant going against her own father to do so. She had told him to let you go, but he threatened her, saying the surgery was the only hope humanity had left. It was one of the hardest things Abby had ever done, but she was determined to safe your life.

After you two had left the hospital, she drove you far away from it, heading for Seattle.

You two stayed in Seattle for a while, but it didn’t take long until you were kidnapped by the main group inhabitating it.

The Wolves.

The Wolves had tried to get you on their side, but you simply refused, all the while Abby was pretty quickly convinced with everything they were offering. They had food, apartments, safe places to stay and work, and even schools.

Abby had tried everything to get you to stay, but you had simply refused, saying you were afraid they’d find out about your immunity and they’d try to kill you to.

You simply didn’t trust them, and so, you and Abby went separate ways.

You were 14 when you found Jackson, a town not to far from Seattle. They had taken you in and cared for you, and when Joel found out about your immunity while seeing you breathe spores on patrol, they hadn’t tried to kill you.

Joel, Tommy and Maria were the only ones that knew about your immunity, and they kept it a secret as they helped you hide it.

Joel helped you when you tried to hide the bite with a chemical burn, and a girl from Jackson had given you a tattoo to cover that scar. You were pretty happy with how it turned out. It was safe and hidden, not to mention it looking absolutely badass.

When you were 15 and a half, someone in the town had information of trading with an outsider group. They told you they wanted information on one of their deserters, and when you heard it was about a blonde, muscular woman around 20, you knew you had to go look for her. Abby was there when you needed her, and now you wanted to return the favour.

That’s how you ended up in Seattle, staying in the apartments high of the grounds, away from the floods and the Wolves and you avoided the Scars high up in the air.

You had been in Seattle for a least 6 months now, and you were yet to find Abby, although you were certain you were getting closer. You had gotten multiple leads of the scars looking for a woman that fit her description.

What on earth had Abby gotten herself into this time? Not only the Wolves, but the Scars were looking for her as well.

That’s how you ended up in this position, gun pointed at the red-headed woman as she stood there with your stuff in her hands.

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“What are you doing here?” you demanded, and Natasha tried her best to give you a reassuring smile. “I’m not here to hurt you, I promise,” she explained, but you kept the gun pointed.

“I don’t mean you any harm. Do you think you can put the gun down?” Natasha asked you, but you just shook your head.

“How did you find this place?” you asked her, keeping the gun pointed at her head.

“I just stumbled across it-”

“Did the Wolves send you?” you interrupted her, and Natasha looked confused for a second before realising you must’ve ran away from the Wolves. She shook her head.

“I swear I was just passing through, looking for a place to stay for the night,” she explained, carefully taking a small step closer. “You can trust me, I promise. I’m not going to hurt you,” she assured you, but you were careful to believe her.

“Why on earth should I believe you?” you asked her, yet Natasha merely shrugged.

“I’m not a Wolf, and my face isn’t covered in scars,” Natasha reasoned, and you looked her over before slowly lowering you gun, keeping it loaded just to be sure.

“I’m Natasha,” Natasha said as she slowly lowered her hands. “What’s your name?” “y/n” you told her, and Natasha smiled at you. “That’s a beautiful name. How long have you been here?” she asked, and you merely shrugged.

“I dunno. I don’t care. I’m just passing through,” you said, repeating what Natasha had said just now, and watching as a smirk formed on her face.

“Just passing through huh? You seem to be on incredibly high alert for someone who’s just passing through. Why would the Wolves have send me? Are they looking for you?” Natasha pushed, wanting to know what you could possibly be doing in one of the most dangerous cities she had crossed.

You simply shook your head, putting the safety of your gun back on and putting it away in your belt. “You’re good with asking questions, but I’m not stupid,” you told her, taking a step closer and walking around her.

Natasha seemed to get the hint, and she moved around you as well, taking a step away from your stuff and letting you put it back in your bag.

“What are you doing here, all on your own?” she then asked you, and you smirked slightly as you shook your head. “Just passing through, like I said.”

Natasha smirked at your stubbornness, before deciding to open up herself, hoping that would help you trust her. “I’m looking for my sister. The last message I got from her came from Seattle,” Natasha explained, and you stopped packing your bag for a moment as you looked at Natasha, confused as to why she’d tell you such a thing.

“Are you looking for someone too?” Natasha urged, and you sighed slightly as you finished stuffing your objects in your bag.

“Maybe your sister joined the Wolves. You aren’t allowed to have any contact after that,” you explained, and Natasha simply nodded, thinking for a moment before speaking again.

“Did the person that you’re looking for join the Wolves?” she asked, and you looked down, not knowing what to say. “Maybe we can help each other,” Natasha suggested, and you looked at her confused.

“Why would I trust you?” you asked her, and Natasha merely shrugged.

“If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done it by now,” she told you, and you glanced at the gun strapped to her thigh.

“Fair point,” you told her, walking to the desk and using a key to open the top drawer, taking out some bullets and medicine.

“So that’s where you hid the useful stuff? Smart,” Natasha commented as she watched you load your stuff into your bag, making sure to keep her distance. “Are you planning on moving locations?” Natasha asked you, and you nodded.

“Scars build bridges high up to get around the Wolves and the flood. I’ve been using the bridges as well, but sometimes they sent patrols through the routes. The patrols are always small, yet I still don’t want to be here when they arrive,” you explained, walking to the door and checking if it was clear.

“Can I come with you?” Natasha asked, and you looked at her for a moment, contemplating on letting her go with you.

You didn’t really trust her, how could you, you just met. Yet you also didn’t get a bad feeling with her, and you liked that. You simply nodded at her question, and Natasha smiled as she took out her gun.

“Did you see anyone come up here when you did?” Natasha asked, scanning the halls.

You shook your head, taking the safety off your gun as you walked to the stairway.

When you made it to the stairway, you spotted seven figures on one of the bridges, heading straight towards your location.

“I do now,” you said as you motioned for the group of Scars approaching you.

“What do we do? This is the only way down?” Natasha asked as she loaded her own gun.

“Not exactly…” you told her, pointing to the other side of the hall. “There’s a stairway over there, and it’s never used by Scars…” you explained as you trailed off, checking the location of the patrol group before making your way towards it.

“Why do you say that with such hesitance?” Natasha asked, and you made an awkward face as you opened the doors.

Clickers could be heard coming from every direction, and Natasha grimaced as she realised that was your only way out. “Can you be quiet?” you asked her, and Natasha nodded as she screwed a silencer on her gun. She handed one to you, and you took it gratefully as you screwed it on your own gun.

You were so screwed…

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After you and Natasha had cleared one floor, avoiding the Clickers and only taking out the Runners, you had made it to a second floor.

The only problem, you could see the amount of spores floating around through the small glass window in the door. Natasha took out her mask, but you didn’t, as you didn’t have one.

“You don’t have a mask?” Natasha asked you as you slowly shook your head, not wanting to tell her about your immunity, but not really seeing any other option than to go through the spores.

“It’ll be fine,” you assured her, but before you could open the door, Natasha grabbed your arm.

“That many spores will take you life within seconds,” you told you, and you gave her a small smile. “Trust me, it won’t,” you told her as you opened the door, walking inside and breathing in the spores.

Natasha was beyond confused, but when you didn’t start coughing she decided not to question it until after you had gotten out of the building.

You and Natasha made your way across the floor, mindful of any Clickers that may have been on it, yet the only infected you had seen were the two Bloaters in the hallway. They were easily avoidable, but perhaps you had spoken too soon as you got jumped from the side, a Stalker on top of you, trying to bite you.

You panicked and tried to fight it off, the commotion only alerting the two Bloaters as they now headed for the room you were in.

For a second you thought Natasha had abandoned you to safe her own life, but that thought soon left your head as the Stalker’s limp body fell on top of you, a bullet hole straight through it’s skull.

“Come on!” Natasha yelled as she pushed the Stalker off of you, grabbing your hand and dragging you to your feet, running to the nearest door and trying to open it.

“BLOATERS!” you yelled as you shot at the two infected behind you. The Bloaters were getting closer and closer, and yet Natasha could not get the door open.

“We’re gonna fucking die!” you yelled.

“Like hell we are!” Natasha yelled back as she finally pushed the door open, pulling you through it and immediately barracting it from the inside. The two Bloaters ran against the door, and a loud ‘bonk’ could be heard as they tried to push it open.

You leaned against the wall, hunched forward with a hand on your chest, trying to steady your breath.

“You okay?” Natasha asked as she tried to catch her breath herself, already checking on which way you could go. You tried to speak, but you were breathing so heavily you opted to just raise your thumbs.

“Why don’t the spores bother you?” Natasha then asked, and you looked up, surprised she asked so kindly.

You simply shrugged, wanting to put off telling her about your immunity for as long as possible. “I just saw you breath enough spores to take down a dozen men! Yet you seem to be fine,” Natasha stated, and you sighed.

“Spores just don’t bother me,” you told her, and she looked at you sceptically, wanting to continue looking for an answer, but when the doors started to get dents from the Bloaters running in to them so often, she decided against it, instead deciding to try and get down to the street as fast as possible.

“We can move through here, but it’s gonna be a bit of a squeeze,” Natasha said as she pushed a fallen closet away from an opening.

“I hope you’re not claustrophobic,” she then said, inspecting the small opening.

You walked towards her, taking a deep breath before speaking. “I can fit,” you told her, and she nodded.

“I’ll go first,” Natasha said as she pushed herself through the opening, turning back to you. “Try to stay close,” she told you, and you nodded.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you told her before taking a deep breath in, squeezing yourself into the opening. “Cozy,” you mentioned, and you heard Natasha let out a little chuckle.

“Let’s just go and get out of here as soon as possible,” Natasha said as she continued walking.

The two of you were going at a slow pace, but you were moving forward. That was until the ground beneath you became unstable, and after hearing a few cracks here and there, the ground gave up completely, sending you and Natasha tumbling to the floor below you.

But the fall wasn’t one floor, or two. You fell three floors down until your back collided with the ground, and some of the rubble fell on top of you.

Natasha fell down next to you, she herself being seemingly fine.

After a second of laying there, groaning on the floor, you heard growling and screaming coming from beside you.

You turned to look at it, and when you did, you immediately regretted it. It looked like a Shambler, but even more mutated. There were arms and feet and heads sticking out everywhere, and you couldn’t even tell where the head of the original person was.

It came running at you with an incredible speed, and while you tried your best to get the rubble off of you, Natasha scrambled up to help you, running towards you as fast as she could to help you get the rubble off.

Once the mutated infected got to close, Natasha turned around, shooting it a few times, but it wouldn’t die. It didn’t even look bothered by the bullets Natasha impaled it with.

You frantically tried to get the wooden planks and rubble from you, nearly crying when you realised you weren’t strong enough, and the mutated infected would probably get you. It came closer, and Natasha fell backwards as she kept shooting it.

Once it got too close, the weight of you three and the rubble pushed the floor to collapse, making you all fall another floor down.

Once you hit the floor, the rubble landed next to you, and Natasha helped you get up and dragged you as she ran to a place to hide. You both had landed in some sort of parking garage, a layer of water and old cars filling the space. The infected, which you had decided to call the Rat King, was quick to scramble to its feet, growling as it started to walk around, trying to find you two.

“Are you alright?’’ Natasha whispered, her hand still on your shoulder as you both crouched down behind the car.

You nodded, yet flinched slightly when you heard the Rat King growling.

“What the hell is that thing?” you whispered back, and Natasha shrugged a little while glancing over the car, wanting to get the Rat King in her vision.

“I have never seen anything like it before,” she told you. “It’s like it’s three infected grown into one…” Natasha trailed off, pulling you out of the hiding spot and out of the way, just seconds before the Rat King slammed itself into the car you had hid behind.

Natasha started running, dragging you with her as she ran towards a wall, pushing you behind it.

“Try and find a way out. I’ll distract it!” she told you, pulling out a gun as she started shooting at it. The Rat King seemed affected by the gun she used now, and it seemed stunned for a few seconds before it continued it’s way towards you two.

You turned around, running towards the wall of the parking garage, hoping you could try and climb out that way. You didn’t find an opening, and you were about to climb up when you heard Natasha yell to turn around. You did, and the Rat King was charging straight at you, growling and extending one of it’s many hands.

You ducked, running towards Natasha as she pushed you behind her, continuing to shoot at the Rat King.

The Rat King stopped for a moment, a part of him ripping off, and a Stalker fell off. It ran towards a car, hiding behind it. The Rat King itself quickly regained it’s posture, charging back at you. You shuddered, standing behind Natasha closely as she kept shooting at the Rat King.

You could have cried. You were absolutely terrified and it just kept going. It didn’t look like the Rat King had even suffered any amount of damage.

“Keep looking!” Natasha yelled, and you took another look at the Rat King before turning to the other end of the parking garage, trying to see if you could find an opening there. You heard Natasha’s gun firing, and before you could even reach the wall, the stalker from before jumped you from the side, taking you down to the ground.

You couldn’t move for a moment, the shock making panic run through your body. Once you regained your ability to think, you reached for you knife, stabbing the stalker in the head and killing it.

You stood back up, using a car to climb on top of a truck, making you stand high enough to reach the ceiling.

You found a vent, pushing some of the rubble away and finding a way to climb through.

“Over here!” you yelled at Natasha, looking at her as she was still shooting. How many bullets did she even carry with her? Seeing Natasha trapped in a corner, you took out your own gun, shooting at the Rat King. The moment your first bullet collided with the Rat King, it turned around, facing you.

It started walking towards you now, and you froze as you kept shooting. It got awfully close until, suddenly, it stopped moving, falling to the ground.

It groaned and screamed and moved for a few moments, until it finally settled, giving you and Natasha time to breath. You fell to your knees, moving into a sitting position to catch your breath. That thing must’ve been the scariest thing you had ever seen.

Natasha quickly came towards you, climbing the truck and kneeling next to you.

She laid her hand on your back, her other hand coming up to your cheek to turn you face towards her. “Are you okay, did it get you?” she asked you, and you shook you head as you closed your eyes.

“What the fuck was that thing?” you asked her, and she shook her head as she replied. “I have no idea. I’ve never seen anything like it. It looked to be some mutated version of a Shambler.”

You nodded, sighing deeply.

“Maybe that was patient zero?...” you thought aloud, and Natasha seemed to think for a moment before looking at you.

“Maybe, we are close to a hospital,” Natasha confirmed, and you nodded.

“Let’s hope we never run into such a thing ever again,” you mentioned, and this time Natasha nodded. “I found some vents, maybe we can get out through there,” you said, pointing towards the opening.

Natasha stood up, walking towards the vent and glancing inside, shining a flashlight in it to get a better look.

“It looks clear, and it’s probably the best shot we got at getting out of here,” Natasha confirmed, and you nodded as you stood up too, walking towards her. You looked around the parking garage one more time, confirming that there was no other way to get out.

When you turned around, Natasha motioned for you to get in first. You turned on your flashlight and crawled in, feeling even more squished than before.

After crawling for a little while, you finally found daylight, pushing the vent at the outside away and crawling out.

“Fucking hell,” you stated as you stretched, immediately recognising the three figures that were standing close by as Wolves. When Natasha crawled out as well, you pulled her up at her arm as fast as possible, ducking behind a crumbled stone wall.

“This day just keeps getting better,” you mentioned as you reached for your gun once more, ready to take the Wolves out if they got to close.

“Let’s try and get around them,” Natasha said as she laid her hand on your arm, pushing it down. “If they see us, we’ll just draw more of them,” she stated, and you nodded as you put your gun in your belt.

“What’s your plan?” you asked Natasha, and she thought for a moment before pointing towards a street. “We make it over there, follow the road down and we’ll get to a movie theatre. We can rest up there,” Natasha explained, and you looked at her sceptically.

“Are you sure?” you asked her, and she nodded.

“I’ve been staying there for a few days before I tried to make it further into the city,” Natasha explained, reaching for her silenced gun.

You reached for yours too, and Natasha laid her hand on yours again. “Only for emergencies,” she stated, and you nodded as you loaded it.

“I’m almost out anyway,” you told her, and Natasha checked her gun, mentioning that she was almost out as well.

“We’ll just try and not kill anybody then,” Natasha stated, as she checked the position of the Wolves before moving towards a cafe, climbing through an open window and disappearing behind it.

You checked over your shoulder, seeing the Wolves still looking the other way, before you too moved towards the cafe, following Natasha’s movements.

Moving through the cafe, staying low, Natasha led you to the back door, going through it and sneaking to the next building. You could hear the Wolves talking, but so far they seemed to be oblivious to the fact they were being watched.

You and Natasha made it all the way to the end of the street, and you didn’t appear to have been followed when you looked back.

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After walking a few blocks, you two finally arrived at the movie theatre. You two got inside, barricading the door and plopping down on a couch, finally being able to catch your breath.

You sat down on the couch, dropping your bag at your feet as you sat back, exhausted from the days happenings. Natasha on the other hand, was still standing, telling you she was gonna try and find if the electricity was still working.

You acknowledged her words, laying back on the couch.

After a few minutes, the lights turned on, and you knew Natasha must’ve found some generator.

Natasha made her way back towards you, setting her own stuff by the couch in front of you.

“We can stay here for the night,” Natasha stated, sitting down on her own couch. You nodded, to tired to respond.

Natasha chuckled, seeing your exhausted state and deciding not to push you to talk anymore.

“Get some sleep,” she simply said, and you hummed in acknowledgement as you let sleep overtake you. Natasha laid down on the couch as well, she herself following close behind.

part 2

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Time (D)rift 1

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, blood, violence, and possible other triggers. Warnings may not be explicit or exhaustive.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: The end has come and gone as you keep waiting for your own. (Apocalypse AU)

Sister series to Edge of Time

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Note: I'm posting this bc idk.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all. Take care. 💖

The Avengers were heroes once, they once even deserved that title. Now they are just villains among the dregs of humanity. That was before all this, when it all mattered. Nothing makes a difference anymore and existence is only that. The basest form of survival, a purgatory of your own cowardice.

You carry in the bins and sort through them with the other labourers. Everyone has their place, a rung on the ladder and you share the lowest with those that line the tables and sift through the fruits, vegetables, and non-perishable rations. It is all to be doled out according to the system; how much is your worth?

Yours? A cup of instant rice, a scoop of canned corn, and a bone with some gristle… if you’re lucky.

You place the empty bin among the growing stack and return to the table. Your hands are chapped and sore. When you’re not bringing in the haul, you’re out chopping wood for the furnaces, not that your barrack has one, or collecting snow to melt and filter for the reserve.

You focus on your task, trying not to think about how little of this will ever touch your belly. Ignoring the pluck of jealousy as you hear the giggles from down the hall. When the men come to make their deliveries, it is rarely a kindness, merely a ransom for every head under those roofs. Those days when they come empty-handed are worse; those days they’re bored and need some distraction, not that they don’t find it regardless.

Cordelia was one of the lucky ones. You only thought they were lucky when your stomach contracted with hunger or revolted from some expired staple. She use to be in the same bunk as you, for a whole week before she was plucked from the bunch.

Bucky Barnes. He took her away, the bunk once more empty.

Sergeant. That’s what he prefers, not that you’ve ever spoken to him. You keep your head down and do what you’re told. You avoid those who come in from the other side of the wall seeking to feed their egos with those they’ve entrapped. He likes her and prefers her full name to “Corey”. That was how you’d known her.

You knew another down at the Row. Once. They don't stay the same down there. None of you are the same as you were.

You hear Corey's voice among the babble as you smell the green leaves of stemmed tomatoes, the scent tickling your tongue. The fruits are full and firm. You don’t know where they come from but the recent addition of greens, reds, and yellows were welcome. One night, the kitchen was permitted to serve fresh tomato sauce with the hard noodles to your tier. As the cargo grew richer, you hoped that would come more often but hope never lasts long.

You look over at Al in his dirty grey flannel and the patched brown jacket that hung open from his shoulders. He barely seems to see what his hands do as they work out of habit. Your own are just as quick and mindless.

It it wasn’t for you, no one would eat. The cooks wouldn’t get their ingredients and the guards and Parker Row wouldn’t get their hot meals. The resent fades. You don’t have energy for it. You keep up your work and marvel at the bunch of bananas unveiled in the next bin. Marietta gasps as several others peek over, a brief lull as they admire the bright exotic fruit.

“Keep sorting,” the guard in black hits a table with his baton.

Hands begin to shuffle, eyes return to the table, and whispers hush. At least the work keeps you out of the bitter winds. You’ll be longing for it once you’re sent back out to toil in the snow.

When the sorting is done, you button up your coat and pull on your thick gloves. There's still work to be done outside, reviewing the walls and marking the chart with inconsistencies. One of the guards in faded black will escort you to be sure you don't get any ideas. Well, how far could you make it on the other side?

As you come out on the concrete steps, you nearly bowl over the man coming up. You know him. Hard to mistake as his metal arm is left exposed to the bitter cold. Sergeant Barnes. You put your chin down and step aside.

"Sergeant," you utter and keep out of his way.

He gives no acknowledgement and continues through the door, no doubt to steal something sweet for him and whoever he's visiting that day. You take a breath and a step, continuing down to even ground. You glance around at the men rubbing their hands and blowing out clouds through their noses.

"You," the voice startles you. Barton, the ghost with his bow. You rarely see him in the daylight. "Let's go."

He's pointing at you. The men clustered by the trucks glance over. One nudges you and snaps his fingers impatiently. You wipe your nose with your wooly glove and pull your scarf up.

"Sir."

"You know how to play poker?"

You blink, dumbfounded as you stop a foot away from him. "Poker?"

"Texas hold 'em? You know what a flush is?"

You frown, "sure, uh, sir."

"Come on."

You don't argue. You never even heard the men speak before that moment. You know what he prefers better, but you wouldn't like that. You nod and follow as he turns on his heel without further consideration.

Your confusion mounts as you approach the castle, so called for its seclusive purpose. Only those former saviours and their black-clad minions went within. You stopped at the threshold as Barton continued up the stairs.

"You like the cold or something?" He doesn't look back, his dry invitation hanging behind him as he pulls open the door.

You hurry to catch the door as he enters. His hand rests on a long knife handle sticking out of the sheath strapped to his thigh. You don't look beyond his shoulders. Minding your business is the surest way to avoid trouble.

Up another flight of stairs, you head down a hallway and he gives a curt two-fingered tap to the door. There's voices from within, buzzing over the clink of glasses, but no decisive answer. He lets himself in without waiting.

You tail him, nearly stepping on his heels as the door closes behind you. He points you to an empty chair along the round table. The crowd of faces is familiar and not happily so. Nick Fury and his eye-patch, Steve Rogers and his new single-sighted veneer, Peter Parker, the boy for which the infamous district is named, and Natasha Romanov, the red-head with her emotionless gaze. Barton sits beside her and empties the glass of whiskey in front of her to her chagrin.

"Hey," she swats the back of his skull and he chuckles. The buoyancy is unlike the grim resignation that ferments in the rest of the settlement.

You sit stiffly, staring at the table blankly. You feel a set of eyes watching you. The steady clacking of plastic chips as fingers toy with the stack.

"Who's this?" The youngest, Parker, asks.

"We need a dealer without motive," Barton explains, "she's not one of yours so cut it out, kid."

"Eh, kid?" Parker snaps.

"Pete," Rogers warns and shifts in his seat, "you didn't see Bucky?"

"Sure did," Barton says, "different kinda poker for him."

"Typical," Natasha sneers.

"Shit, Romanov, you jealous?" Fury taunts.

"Jealous? I pity the poor girl."

"Sure," Rogers intones.

"Yours too."

The Captain growls as you wait rigidly in your chair. You remember the woman he brought there, weeks, maybe months ago. She looked unhappy, but that's hardly unusual. What is, is that she's seemingly still alive.

"Shuffle," Barton orders as he fishes out a half-smoked cigar from his pocket.

You peel off your gloves and tuck them in your pocket, sliding your scarf under your chin as the warmth seeps through your layers. Your cold fingers are clumsy as you try to obey, several cards fluttering away from your grasp.

"Jesus, Barton, you really know how to pick them," Rogers snarls.

"Better get the whining started early," Natasha goads, "there'll be a lot of that."

"It's okay, honey," Peter wiggles his fingers to catch your attention, your eyes flick up cautiously, just for a second and meet his dark ones, "you don't have to be nervous."

"Leave her alone, we need a dealer," Barton barks around the cigar and hands you the stray cards.

"You wouldn't know a good time if it hopped on your dick," Peter retorts.

"Hey, this is a card game," Fury snarls, "shut the fuck up. All of you."

You finally steady your hands and the fan of cards fills the void. A snort breaks the silence as Rogers dares to laugh. The rest join in as you awkwardly focus on your menial task. The surrealness holds you in a frightful trance.

Content, you deal the cards, two to each player and burn one before the flop. Card corners bend back as the adversaries consider their hands. You hold your breath.

"Least you found one who knows what they're doing," Fury remarks, "unlucky though."

He folds, shortly followed by Rogers then Parker. Natasha raises and Barton matches her. You flip the turn card but no tell comes from either player. You wait. Check, raise, match. You lay down the river card and they both show their hands.

Straight for Barton, nothing for Nat. Pure bluff.

"Interesting strategy," Barton chuckles and gathers the pot.

"Hm, or your dealer is more than," she accuses.

He peeks at you and his forehead wrinkles, "I think she's more your type, Nat."

They laugh, you squirm. Peter's hand traces over the wood and draws your attention. You look up and he winks at you. You try not to show your discomfort as you collect the cards.

You just need to be invisible, just like any other day, any other task. You're not a person, you're just there.

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It's dark when the game ends. Natasha is a graceful but boastful winner. Fury is first to leave the table as Barton rolls his eyes and Rogers scowls and picks his nails. He's been restless all night, impatient for something or another. Likely eager to get out of the hellhole.

Peter watches you as you wait to be dismissed. Barton doesn't acknowledge you as he tosses a muttered accusation at Nat and reaches for the whiskey bottle. He stands and jostles her as they playfully kid about Budapest. You grit your teeth as they surpass the table, drinking and gabbing as they leave the room.

What? He just left? Okay? You stand as Steve grumbles and leans back, arms crossed. "I'm about to leave them all here," he growls.

"If it keeps you from moping in my house," Fury scoffs.

You get up. You don't know what to do except leave. You turn cautiously. No one says anything but Peter definitely notices. He mirrors you and you hear him follow you to the door.

He opens it before you can. You thank him, not wanting to offend him, and proceed. Again, he's right behind you. He comes parallel to you as he brushes out his curls with his fingers.

"You shouldn't be wandering out in the dark," he says, "that's dangerous."

You squint as a guard stands at the bottom of the stairs, descending silently. He laughs, "they're just as bad as the people outside, ya know?"

You nod and gulp as you get to the bottom. No one stops you. Natasha and Barton toss knives into the wall as they pass the bottle between them and the guards are dozing on their feet.

"So," Peter follows you through the door, "how long were you… outside?"

You chew your lip. This isn't good. You know of his reputation. It lingered even when he was away on his big mission to Wakanda. This must be how he did it. Be nice, unassuming, catch them off balance. It worked on her…

"I didn't bring you in so…"

The darkness drapes around you, most of the buildings black as curfew limits the generators to only a few. You quiver and look up at the slivered moon.

"Two years…"

"Two? Decent. Reasonable." He muses, "and you are…" he scans ahead, "down at the Row or–"

"Cannery," you blurt out, "I work on a crew."

"You? You're too pretty for that."

You keep your eyes forward. You pull your scarf up and do up the top button on your coat. He sidles closer as you walk along the gravelly street.

"The Row is nice. Good food, warm beds, and the company–"

"I should go," you say, "we wake up early to clear the snow."

"Like I was saying, you should think about it. The Row. I could find you whatever you want. You like jewelry?"

"I don't– I'm not–" you don't know what's worse, refusing him or going to the Row. "No, thank you. I… I don't think it's for me—"

"It would only be me. If that's what you want."

"N-no," you puff and shiver, "no. I work at the Cannery."

"I know," he says with exasperation, "you're cute though. Wasted there."

"I…" you begin. You don't want to be another mare at the barn. "No."

"No?"

"No."

Silence. Stalemate as you near the darkened Cannery. He catches your arm before you can edge away. He pulls you back.

"But… I want you," he says.

You freeze, chattering as you stand stalk straight. That's how it goes. It's exactly how the guards get the girls behind the yard or corner them in some abandoned hallway. But Peter, he's more than that. He's one of them.

"Unless you are fucking Barton. He's the kind to play it cool."

"No," you sputter, "I'm not."

"Great," his hand brushes up your sleeve, "so why don't you take me back to wherever it is they put you and we can have a little fun."

You can't move. Your feet are stuck in place. You're too scared to say no a third time but your body is paralysed in your horror. The inevitable. The only promise this world ever keeps. You will be used whether you want it or not. The lesson is learned the first time but doesn't get easier the next.

"Baby, please, don't be scared. I'm a nice guy. I'll be gentle–" he squeezes your arm.

"Oh fuck off, Parker," a deep voice rolls in the night and a bloom of light sparks before the broad figure, "she's not interested. It's like ten feet to the whorehouse."

The light on Bucky's rifle lights up the street as he aims it between you and Peter, "relax, I got the safety on."

"That thing has one?" Peter says.

"I think," Bucky shrugs.

"You think?"

"Mm," the other man nears nonchalantly as he gets closer, "got better gear on it than yours, bud."

Bucky reaches and cups Peter's crotch, the smaller man backing away in surprise, "what the fuck, man?"

"He's hard for you," Bucky chuckles, "holy fucking shit, look at you."

He points the light at you, waving it up and down your body, "sure this one is a girl?"

You hug yourself and shiver. You don't dare run though your feet tell you to. He sniffs and pokes Peter with the muzzle, "leave her. We gotta get out of here."

"Wait, no–"

"You had your chance, and what? You lost, didn't you? You know Nat counts cards," he points Peter away, "next time. Or I'll have Steve come and drag you back himself."

"Asshole," Peter snarls, "wouldn't have any of it if it wasn't for me…"

"Sure, kid, we did just fine without you."

"You–"

"Go," Bucky snaps and marches Peter away, "night, sweetheart."

You listen to their footsteps mulch through the snowy dirt. You're too afraid to look at them, afraid it might bring them back. You slowly veer towards the Cannery and open the door, moving carefully through the thick dark.

You've been seen. Your veil has been shorn away. Exposed, vulnerable, just like before. Like the outside.

The walls are no good to you if the monsters are welcomed inside. In here, out there, it's all the same, but outside, you have somewhere to run.

#Bucky Barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #fic #Dark Fic #dark!fic #series #au #apocalypse au #MCU #marvel #Winter Soldier #captain america #Avengers

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ungoliantschilde · 1 year

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some Jerome Opena in black and white.

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asgardswinter · 9 months

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I want to shove my face in those tits while he strangles me with those biceps

#need him so bad #cock and balls in my face NOW #marvel #mcu #avengers #mcuedits #marveledit #xmen #wolverine #wolverine smut #loganhowlett #xmen logan howlett #logan howlett #xmen wolverine #x men apocalypse #x men movies #hugh jackman

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amomentsescape · 8 months

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Masterlist

Murder House

Asylum

Coven

Freakshow

Hotel

Roanoke

Cult

Apocalypse

1984

Double Feature

NYC

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Peter Parker

Loki Laufeyson

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

TASM! Peter Parker

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Bruce Wayne

Edward Nygma

Oswald Cobblepot

Victor Zsasz

Harvey Bullock

Sid

Jervis Tetch

Jonathan Crane

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Jack Kline

Castiel

Freddy Krueger

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Thomas Hewitt

Bubba Sawyer

Brahms Heelshire

Norman Bates

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Hannibal Lecter

Eric Draven

#ahs #american horror story #ahs fanfiction #ahs murder house #ahs coven #ahs freakshow #ahs hotel #ahs 1984 #ahs apocalypse #marvel #avengers x reader #mcu #supernatural #supernatural imagines #slashers x reader #slashers #slash fanfiction #horror preference

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Congrats to Aaron Taylor-Johnson for joining Oscar Issac and Hailee Steinfield in having more than one Marvel role.

Edit: Here’s an updated list of more actors who have more than one Marvel acting credit. Sorry for forgetting anyone.

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 1 year

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Social Media AU: Y/n makes use of a photo shoot for her "Big Boy" Victor Creed

#victor creed one shot #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #victor creed x reader #victor creed smut #victor creed imagine #sabertooth imagine #sabertooth x reader #sabertooth #xmen dark phoenix #xmen apocalypse #new xmen #imagine #marvel #liev schreiber #fake social media #avengers social media au #marvel social media

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nostalgia-tblr · 4 months

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u kno, idk if i said this here but "sylki" sounds like a women's shaving product to me. specifically a women's one, it'd be some pink thing that costs about three times as much as razors aimed at men but i'm not even sure if it is a razor, it might be some weird cream that doesn't work or an odd hi-tech gadget that doesn't work, but the point here is that it definitely sounds like the name of a product that a) is pink, b) costs too much, and c) is demonstrated in repetitive annoying ads by women who already lack body hair so why are they even using a sylki on that body part in the first place eh?

#this is of course ironic because sylvie definitely has socially-unacceptable amounts of body hair. i mean of course she does #you think she's taking time IN AN APOCALYPSE to shave the legs that are usually covered in clothing anyway??#you think someone who's about to die would complain that their temporary and very final lover has fuzzy arms??#TVA!Loki shaves every body part he can reach though so it balances out. if that was bothering you at all.#sylki: now available in a slightly different shade of pink!#and this is STILL not the worst shipname i can think of in under ten seconds #oh is there an avengers-fandom-style name for sylki? like... wait would it be frostfrost? can we start calling it frostfrost too?#they called thorki “thunderfrost” which just sounds like the sort of weather the news warns you about at least once every winter round here #“and a yellow weather warning applies to the glasgow area tonight due to the THUNDERFROST that's expected around 1am. drive safely!”#“six villages in the borders are without power again this morning as the THUNDERFROST continues to prevent repair work”

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Avengers Inc #5 (Infinity Gauntlet Variant Cover)

#avengers Inc #avengers #Wolverine #Logan #multiverse #patch #weapon x #x-babies #age of apocalypse #new x-men #infinity gauntlet #variant cover #todd nauck #marvel comics #comics #2020s comics

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Mighty Marvel Movie Poll! Round 1!

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House of M: Avengers (Vol. 1/2007), #2.

Writer: Christos N. Gage; Penciler: Mike Perkins; Inkers: Drew Hennessey and Mike Perkins; Colorist: Raul Trevino; Letterer: Rus Wooton

#Marvel #Marvel 58163 #Marvel comics #House of M: Avengers #Moon Knight #Marc Spector #Diamond #this panel continues to fascinate me #because did Mr. Gage intend to convey that Misty (the narrator) suspects Marc is part of a system?#or is it more along the lines of the original «he has many clearly delineated cover identities» sort of deal?#in any case love acknowledging how physicality and language is unique to identity #that and darn straight he’s an enigma #finally CIA’s SAD/CAG/whatever they’re called nowadays vs Apocalypse is a fight I’d like to see

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Time (D)rift 2

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, blood, violence, and possible other triggers. Warnings may not be explicit or exhaustive.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: The end has come and gone as you keep waiting for your own. (Apocalypse AU)

Sister series to Edge of Time

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Note: I work until Thursday and have Friday off. i’m trying not to push myself and have nothing planned for the holiday. My family situation is kinda more obvious this time of year so I’m just tryna be chill.

Love you all. Take care. 💖

Winds whistle over the walls as you walk the perimeter. The guard keeps a few feet back, distracted as he shifts his gun and spits stale tobacco into the snow. You carry the metal clipboard and make notes, marking the diagram of the wall with any areas of concern.

The task feels redundant as there's rarely more than the usual dimples in the brick or chipping of mortar. Besides, frost covers much of the wall and you're not permitted close enough to brush it away. You stop at the southeast corner and twist the pencil between your gloved fingers. The tree peeking over from the other side seems close…

You don't look long and slide the pencil under the metal clip. You turn back to the guard as he pulls at his thick vest. He chews loudly and horks again, right between your boots.

"Done?" His tongue makes a moist noise against his teeth.

You nod.

"Mm," he takes the clipboard roughly and tilts his head back towards the cluster of buildings, "go'n."

You don't hesitate. Your boots crunch over the snow as more drifts onto the rolled edge of your hat. Your morning had been spent shoveling and you'd have more to do already. No shipments to keep you inside and warm.

Parker Row, the tall brick buildings with their ever pluming chimneys, loom against the grey sky. You pass and refuse to look over as two guards chatter and climb up the steps. There always seems to be someone coming or going.

At the Cannery, named for the line where you package the produce by hand, crimping cans with the clunky levers, the steady swing of shovels greets you as you climb the steps. A task awaits you inside as Al pushes crates along a long table; he sends Johann off with two meant for the castle as he sees you. He whistles and beckons you over.

"To the Row," he drags a crate over. You see a glimpse of the foil wrapped chocolate between the slats and can smell the rich coffee wafting from within.

You put your hands on the sides but don't lift it, "I can take one of the others–"

"Take it," he demands, "don't got time."

You sigh and lift the box. It's heavy as glass clunks. Wine, whiskey, maybe even some of the hoppy beer from the brewhouse. You retrace your steps and emerge back into the hollow swirl of the endless winter.

You pass between the shovelers. A shovel would be good, for more than just snow. You could hop a narrow river, more likely use it as a weapon. Not many of those to be had, but more than enough aimed in your direction.

Another coat, extra socks, matches if they can be found, or a lighter… that's a hard get. No canned shit, too heavy, too noisy. Maybe rope? You can't carry much, not if you want to stay on your feet.

Shit, you went too far. You turn back towards Parker Row. You're getting ahead of yourself. Before you can even think of scaling the wall, you need an opportunity. Wait it out, you just hope you're not waiting too long.

You ascend the powdered steps and a guard gives a dull glance to you and your haul. He shifts over to pull up to cloth over the top of the box and shrugs you onward. You enter and look around the large entry way, the scent of burning incense mingling with that of the aged wooden banister.

Where do you go?

The floorboards creak under your feet and you peer through the doorway to your left. You nearly gasp as a guard's bare ass peeks out above his slumped pants, the slapping of flesh interspersed with the trilled whines of the woman bent over the couch, only her legs visible to you. You quickly spin and march to the opposite door. A dining room with tables littered with unwashed glasses and empty bottles.

You continue through to the next doorway and find the kitchen. It's abandoned too but you hear some fervour in the pantry, the door slightly ajar as giggle unfurl into moans. You put the crate on the worn wooden counter and back away.

As you face the door, a body appears in the frame, scarlet fabric fluttering around her as she calls back, "should be some wine, hon–"

Cordelia, Corey to you, swallows her words as she sees you, "oh, it's you."

You bounce on your heels, "delivery."

She looks beyond you and her groomed brows pop up, "wonderful," she swishes past you, her tits visible through the sheer robe, "you didn't get the perfume, did you?"

"I only brought what they gave me," you go to the door as she shuffles through the crate.

"You know, it's not so bad here," she says, "warm…"

"Glad to see you're doing well."

"You could clean up a bit and I'm sure–"

You ignore her and keep on, leaving her to her greedy search. A man sits shirtless at one of the tables waiting for her, scratch marks down his chest. You try not to look as he plays with his belt.

You quickly flit through the door and to the next, fleeing back into the grim hues. The guard doesn't acknowledge you as you tramp down the steps. Your heart races as your mind strays further.

Is that what it was like for her? Not Corey, she's just another one. Your sister. Is that how she spent her last year? Just so she could hand you off an extra scrap or two? She never said. You never asked.

You quickly dislodge the thought. That was ages ago. She was just the last one you lost, the last one you would lose. She wasn't special, none of you are.

It's like she was never even there, that she never truly lived. Like a figment of your mind that you could just forget. Just another sliver in your heart dulled by the greater struggle of your existence.

You weren't going to end up there. After so long, you weren't going to give in just for some chocolate and a warm bed. Not for the cost of it.

There was little you had in this world, little more than yourself and you wouldn't give that away again.

❄️

The bonfire lights up the west end of the settlement, the furor keeping most awake. You included.

You surrender to the restlessness and check the small pack crushed beneath your bunk. Not much but what you could get. Weeks of scrounging and searching and little to show for it. Would it be any better outside?

You peek into the hallway, bodies at the barred windows, watching the celebration from a distance. If that's what it is. You don't know the reason for the fiery affair.

You turn back to your room, this might be it. A distraction, even if dangerous. The grounds will be crawling with guards but with any luck they'll be drunk and dumb.

You pull on the extra sweater, patches sewn over the fraying holes and button up your coat over your scarf, wound high around your face. You put your hat on and every pair of mismatched socks you have, then your boots. You slip the pack over your shoulders, only one more piece needed.

Back in the hallway, the distant flicker glares in around the observers. You wait a moment before tiptoeing out, quickly swinging around the corner. Downstairs, all is quiet, no work is done this late. Or early. It's hard to tell the difference.

You ease down the stairs, leaning heavily on the wall as each step creaks and sends your heart lurching. You get to the bottom and gulp. This is it, this is the line. Once you cross it, there's no going back.

The storeroom is locked. The barrier nearly detering you entirely. You should have expected it. Are you really prepared for this?

You can make it without–

It's almost too good to be true. You stop short as you look to the front door. An errant shovel against the wall, forgotten. You cross the room cautiously and reach out disbelieving for the tool. Nothing happens.

You take it and hold it steady as you peek through the bars along the window next to the door. There's the back door, where the waste stinks in piles until a crew loads it into trucks to be taken to some remote dumping ground. It'd the safest way out.

You curl around the staircase, the stench of the garbage drawing you on, assuring you of your path. You nearly retch as you get to the door and pause before twisting the handle. You could sigh as it opens easily but hold your breath against the reek.

You descend, leaving the door slightly ajar to keep from making noise. You almost clang the shovel head off the ground as you do and weave between the rotting bags and frozen cans.

The settlement is eerie as you head east away from the fire's orange haze. You keep to the shadow of the unlit buildings as you near the wall, the corner where the tree peeks over the top as if trying to see in. You take off your pack and your scarf, securing the shovel across your back before pulling the bag over it to keep it doubly snug.

Your first try has you mulching back into the snow. You stagger as you wonder at your own absurdity. Did you really think it would be easy? A second try isn't any more successful. You grow nervous from the noise of it.

You take off your gloves and shove them into your pockets, the cold nipping at your exposed skin. You feel along the wall and find a divot in the mortar. You start again, progress eased as you can feel the wall and all its imperfections.

You pant out damp mist as you get higher, adrenaline thrumming, and your fingers ache as the temperature throbs in the joints. Your go higher and higher, dizzy from the cold and the height. Your foot slips and you sling your arm up, nearly falling before digging in your fingertips.

You grunt and strain to haul up a single leg. You fight to drag your body onto the top of the wall and see the flames burning amid the groups of men as their raucous voices carry over the snow. You brace yourself, the moon casting a little too much light for comfort.

You sit up and shakily set your feet squatting low before launching yourself off the top and closing your eyes as you grasp at air. If you miss, the snow might dampen the fall, or make your demise a little slower.

You hit a branch and latch on, breathless as it dips beneath your weight. You whimper and hook your legs around the bark. You shimmy to the trunk, bumping your head as you remain blind to the world. Finally, you muster the courage to open your eyes.

You look up at the sky and listen. You can hardly hear anything within the walls from out their. Just the gales and gusts as mountains of snow blow between the barren trees and rundown buildings standing open-mouthed to the moonlight.

Your descent is perilous, frightful, and you fall the last few feet, snow dusting up and clumping along your hood and hat. You rise, the blankets past your knees, and start off. No direction, there's no where in particular to go. Only away, to your death or worse.

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The night thins to a dull morning, the grim sky watches you pass between baren pines, twigs and sticks crunching under the snow. Your toes are numb, fingers too. Your nose is tender against the inside of your scarf as you carry the shovel in hand.

Second thoughts plague you but can't be followed. No going back. Your tracks are likely already guiding those who noticed your absence, if at all. The punishment for leaving is rarely a safe return.

You cross a river, half- frozen, and continue on to a snow buried house with only three walls. It's not obvious enough to be a first thought and you pray it snows before you can be trailed. You settle in a corner, shielded by a broken table as you curl up with your pack.

You wake up twice as cold, covered in snow and unable to stop shivering. You're stiff, barely able to sit up. You open the bag of crackers, stale and baked in the camp oven. You have a few and make yourself get up. It's almost night again.

You fall back down as a light flashes on the other side of the wall. You burrow into the snow as best you can and stay behind the table. Boots compress the layers of snow as they surveil the exterior.

"Saw tracks further back, don't think she came this way."

"If she's still around, picked the right time to make a break. Probably buried halfway down a hill," the other responds. You know his voice, Barton.

"You're the one wanted to chase her," another man.

"Shut the fuck up," Barton hisses, "do your fucking jobs."

Is it coincidence? Does he know it's you specifically? Would he even remember you?

You ball your fist and try to meter your breath. Time slows as you listen to the snap of sticks and the clatter of furniture.

"What does it matter if we only find a corpse? Huh? Shit, it's one girl–"

"It's about setting an example," Barton snarls, "come on then, show me where you think she went. How long you been tracking idiots? Not like it wasn't my fucking career before–"

"No one gives a shit about before," another man cuts in.

"What were you? A pencil pusher? Now you think you're tough cause the cards fell in your direction–" you hear splutter, a grunt, and the weight of a body in the snow, "nothing now."

A lull as treads sink into the snow, "we'll keep looking boss."

"Nah, she ain't that smart. She'll be running til nightfall."

You close your eyes and shudder. It takes some time for them to leave, the slamming of car doors and mutters signaling their departure. You wait until there's nothing but the wind and the dead man left in the heap.

It's almost night as you get away from the ravage of the torn down house. You head away from the tire tracks, hoping to hide behind some buildings or trees, anything to obscure you as the moon crests. You reach a valley, sliding down halfway clumsily, planting the shovel to keep from reaching the bottom.

You make slow progress, the shovel keeping you afoot as you fight through the thick snow. You're out of breath and weak but you can't stop. You won't, even if you freeze, even if you die.

You don't want to be another body hastily disposed of. You'd rather rot into the earth. Rather die than live out the purgatory of a ruined world.

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Earth-18104

Since I started getting more into Marvel I made a bunch of OCs for the media, and with time I created a whole universe to insert them in the stories. So I'm gonna start posting here my personal time-line.

These events include stories from the comics, a bit of the cartoons and the movies. Many events or characters have their backstories changed and I will include my ocs here.

It's just a project I do for fun (and has been taking my mind in the last years help). It's not complete. There's still a lot to work but I got the basics.

Time-line

B. C - Events

• Okkara and the Enriched

• Birth of Apocalypse

• The Clan Akkaba

A. C. - Events

• Thanos' birth

• Creation of the Ten Rings

• Fall of Titan

15th / 16th / 17th Century - Events

• Odin brings the Tesseract to Earth

• Rise of Count Dracula

• Apocalypse and the Army of Darkness defeat Dracula

• Fall of Tenochtitlán

• Creation of Talokan and birth of K'uk'ultan

• Selene Essex becomes Lady Sinister

• Trial of Agatha Harkness

• Apocalypse is sealed by his subordinates

18th / 19th Century - Events

• Mystique's birth

• Victor Creed's birth

• Logan's birth

• Victor Creed and Tereza Márquez (OC) meet

• Howlett's Tragedy

• Irene Adler and Raven Darkholme meet

• Fall of Akkaba Clan

• Origins: Wolverine I

20th Century

1900 - 1930 - Events

• Origins: Wolverine II

• Wolrd War I

1940 - Events

• World War II

• Johann Schmist finds the Tesseract

• Steve Rogers becomes Captain America

• Bucky Barnes becomes his partner

• Phineas Horton creates the original Torch

• Sgt. Nick Fury and the Howling Commandos

• Foundation of Weapon X by Dr. Abraham Cornelius Truett

• Captain America dissappears and Bucky Barnes is taken by HYDRA

• Logan marries Itsu. Later she is murdered by the Winter Soldider and his son is taken

• Cain Marko and Charles Xavier become stepbrothers

• Wong starts his training in Kamar-Taj

• Howard Stak works for SHIELD

1950 - Events

• Cain Marko and Charles Xavier fight in the Korean War. Marko dissapears after finding the Temple of Cyttorak

• Max Eisenhardt marries Magda

• The original Torch dissapears / dies

• Logan meets Silverfox

• Magda and their daughter dies, Max Eisenhardt changes his name to Erik Lehnsherr

• 1950 Avengers

1960 - Events

• Charles Xavier meets Moira Mactaggert and Gabrielle Haller

• Sabretooth and Wolverine join Team X

• Adam Brashear becomes Blue Marvel

1970 - Events

• Professor X, Magneto, Mystique and Destiny create the first team of X-Men

1980 - Events

• Captain Marvel

• Ghost Rider

• The Incredible Hulk

• Iron Man

• Ant-Man and Wasp

• Hawkeye and Mockingbird

Age of Heroes - The first famous groups of heroes start to rise, the first conflicts earth went through after FF, the Avengers, the X-Men, the Decenders and the others formed.

1989 - Events

• The Fantastic Four

• Puppet Master

1990 -

• The Avengers

1991 -

• Jessica Drew works for SHIELD as Arachne

• Logan adopts Amiko Kobayashi

• Matt Murdock debuts as Daredevil

1992 -

• The X-Men (Cyclops, Marvel Girl, Angel, Iceman and Beast)

• The Brotherhood of Evil Mutants

• X-Men VS Juggernaut

• Sam Wilson becomes the Falcon

1993 -

• Simon Williams joins the Masters of Evil as Wonder Man

• New Avengers (Black Panther, Hercules, Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch, Hawkerye, Falcon)

• Jennifer Walters becomes She-Hulk

1994 -

• Sue Storm and Reed Richards Wending

• The Fantastic Four meets Black Panther

• Dane Withman becomes Black Knigt

• Z'Nox attack

• Wade Wilson becomes Deadpool

• Silver Sufer and Galactus

• Alex Summers becomes an X-Man

• Betsy Braddock becomes Captain Britain

1995 -

• Mesmero attacks Krakoa. Lorna Dane joins the X-Men as Polaris

• Patsy Walker becomes Hellcat

• Peter Parker becomes Spider-Man

• Jessica Jones becomes Jewel

• Heroes for Hire (Luke Cage and Danny Rand)

• Norman Osborn becomes the Green Goblin

• Natasha Romanoff leaves the Red Room and joins SHIELD, working alongside Mockingbird and Hawkeye

• Frankie Raye joins the Fantastic Four as Photon.

• The Avengers battle against Ultron and Vision

• Among us stalk the Sentinels! Ororo Muroe and Sean Cassidy join the X-Men

• Frank Castle becomes the Punisher

• Jean Grey absorbed the power of the Phoenix

1996 -

• Hank McCoy joins the Avengers

• Greer Nelson becomes Tigra

• Secret Empire

• Avengers / Defenders War

• Flint Marko becomes Sandman

• Second Genesis.

• Hulk VS Wolverine

• Cyclops starts a new team of X-Men (Wolverine, Storm, Thunderbird, Colossus, Nightcrawler and Sunfire)

• X-Men VS Erik the Red and D'Ken

• Wanda Maximoff and the Darkhold

• Darren Cross becomes Yellow Jacket

• Wanda uses her magic to create her sons

• Mystique and Destiny start a new Brotherhood of Evil Mutants

• Kitty Pryde and Alison Blaire join Xavier's Institue

• Dark Phoenix and death of Jean Grey. Cyclops leaves the team

• Kree / Skrull War

1997 -

• Days of Future Past. Rachel Summers and Lucas Bishop join the X-Men

• Cyclops meets Madelyne Prior.

• Rogue absorves Carol Danvers powers

• Rhino VS Spider-Man

• The trial of Hank Pym

• X-Men VS the Brood

• She-Hulk joins the Avengers

• Wanda and Vision find out their sons are magic creations of the Darkhold

• Illyana Rasputin is captured and taken to the Limbo

• New Mutants

• The Morlocks

• Rogue joins the X-Men. Logan marries Mariko.

• Beta Ray Bill!

• Venom arrives at Earth

• Hawkeye creates the West Coast Avengers

• Forge joins the X-Men

• Curtis Connors becomes the Lizard

1998 -

• Jean Grey returns

• Nathan Summers is born

• Mutant Massacre

• Madelyne is corrupted by the demon N'Astirh, becoming the Goblin Queen

• Asteroid M

• Fall of the Mutants

• Franklin Richards is born

• The Punisher took over the Assassins' Guild, and later became a substitute teacher while investigating drug trafficking at a school

• Wolverine and Jubilee work together against the Hand

• Gambit joins the X-Men

• Genosha X-Tinction Agenda

• Legacy Virus

1999 -

• Kree/Shi'ar War

• X–Cutioner Song

• Rise of Midnight's Children

• Maximum Carnage

• Fatal Attractions

• Bloodties. Fabian Cortez kidnaps Luna Maximoff

• Sabretooth goes to the X-Men after he starts losing control of his feral side

• Cyclops and Marvel Girl marry

• Generation Next and Phalanx events. Emma Frosts takes the new mutants as her students. Blink dissapears.

• The Hellions die

• Peter Parker meets Olivia Octavius, who later becomes Dr. Octopus

• Sabretooth escapes. Angel loses his wings

• Ozyamndias comes to warn the X-Men about the return of Apocalypse

2000 -

• Jessica Drew joins the Heroes for Hire

• Graydon Creed's assassination

• Apocalypse returns with his Knights

2001 -

• Mantis creates Adam Warlock. Later Gamora is sent to kill them, but decides to betray Thanos. With Drax, Groot and Rocket, they become the Guardians of Galaxy.

• The Thunderbolts

2002 -

• Sepent Crown's arc. Lemuria and Talokan are revealed to the world

2003 -

• Jessica Drew returns as a heroes and joins the Heroes for Hire with Cage and Rand

2004 -

• The start of Infinity Gaulent arc. Earth's heroes lose the battle to Thanos. Half of the Universe dissapears.

• The X-Men split in Team Gold and Team Blue

2005 -

2006 -

• Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson marry

2007 -

2008 -

2009 -

• Mayday Parker is born

2010 -

• The Avengers, X-Men, Fantastic Four, Guardians of Galaxy and Denfenders join forces to fight Thanos once more

• Thor becomes king of Asgard

2011 -

• The Avengers rebuilt their base.

• Scott Lang joins the team as the new Ant-Man.

• Emma Frost and Scott Summers re-open the Academy X

2012 -

• E is for Extinction

• Runaways!

• Jean Grey dies fighting Xorn

• Gitfted / The Mutant Cure

• Ana Corazon becomes Spider-Girl

• Logan meets Laura Kinney

• The Winter Soldier Returns

2013 -

• M Day happens

• Vulcan takes the throne from Lilandra

• Peter Quill joins the Guardians of Galaxy

2014 -

• The Young Avengers!

° Iron Lad (16), Kate Bishop (17/18), Wiccan, Speed (16), Patriot (16), Hulking (16), Sting (14), Jonas (??)

• The New X-Men

° Armor, Loa, Prodigy, Cuckoos, (15), Rockslide, Pixie Hellion, Flubber, Gentle, Wind Dancer, Surge, Wallflower, Onyxx, Quill, Network, Wither (14),

° Mercury, Indra, Dust, Ink, Laura, Elixir, Kidogo, Trance, Dryad, Icarus, Tag, Preview, DJ (13), Wing, Wolf Cub, Rubber Maid, Bling!, Anole, Match, Specter (12)

• Stryker attacks Xavier's Institue

2015 -

• World War Hulk

• Birth of the Mutant Messiah

• The Avengers and other heroes fight Kang. Sam becomes Captain America

2016 -

• Skrull Invansion

• Dark Reign

• The X-Men move to Utopia

• The Inner Circle attacks Genosha

• Hope returns as the Messiah

• Hank Pym opens the Avengers Academy

2017 -

• Children's crusade

• Hope and the Lights

• Apocalypse Solution. Warren Worthington III becomes heir of Apocalypse

• Fear Itself

• The Schism between the X-Men happens

2018 -

• Miles Morales (13) becomes Spider-Man

• Logan opens the Jean Grey School For Higher Learning

• Jean Foster is diagnosed with cancer

2019 -

• The Phoenix returns

• Rage of Ultron. Hank Pym dies

• Khamala Khan (16) becomes Ms. Marvel

2020 -

• Ms. Marvel, Nova and Spider-Man create the new Champions

2021 -

2022 -

2023 -

• The Mutants create Krakoaland

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