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The Avenger's Initiative, Chapter 29

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, murder, creampie, unprotected sex, manipulation, jealousy, angst.

Bucky’s POV

She breathed in my scent, and I saw her eyes flutter closed. It was like she was remembering all of the intimate moments that happened between us. As an alarm went off, I pulled her body closer to mine. It didn't seem to phase her. She looked up at me with half-hooded eyes.

I knew she felt it. Her arms reached up slightly and braced themselves low on my hips.

"Mir."

I licked my lips as I stared at her.

She knew I wanted her too. We were feeling a high from our first mission together…but it wasn’t a natural one. We’d both inhaled a sex pollen, and we were fighting our own baser instincts.

Her eyes flicked to my lips before snapping back to me. Her breathing was heavy against my chest. I could see her cleavage as the zipper was slowly giving way.

Nat had convinced her the best way to go was with a similar suit style that she'd worn, and god was I regretting allowing her to do that. Even as we landed on the roof, the grace she used had me holding my breath.

She was confident. She disassembled the landing pack and spread it out along the roof. I repeated her actions.

"Who taught you that?"

"Sam and Tony," she smiled, "the disposable packs will look like junk and no one will question it if they do their rounds."

"You clear on the mission?"

"Get in," she nodded, "breach point is through the room on the fourth floor. We can get into the elevator line and then get off on the main to the supply room. From there we take the vents to the mainframe room in the basement. Get the information. Get out to extraction."

"No casualties," I reminded her, "if we have to, leave that to me."

"Keep it quiet."

I nodded as she pulled out a phone and set the timer. Pressing a few more buttons she looked up at me, "you ready?"

"What-"

"Jammed the hallways we're going to be using. Set up a loop so they won't see us."

She opened the door, watching the phone intently. Leading us through, it felt like she knew what she was doing, and I smiled, keeping my gun trained in front of us. We made it to the fourth floor quickly. Once inside the room, she got to work making a hole.

"Shit," she hissed. I turned, giving her a look, "elevator is above us."

"How many floors?"

"Three."

"Options?"

"Wait til it hits three and hop on."

"What?" I asked with a smile, "You don't want to see if you can flatten yourself out against the wall when it comes down?"

"The space is thin," she smirked, "It's not me I'm worried about."

I felt the corners of my lips twisting into a smirk.

"You calling me fat?"

"I'm calling you beefy," she whispered, playfully bumping my hip. But then she began crawling through the hole, "but if you want to go. Let's go. Like I said…it’s not me that I’m worried about, Barnes."

She disappeared quickly but the image that stuck in my mind was how that perfectly toned ass was shaped even more by the tight black leather bodysuit that encased her.

"James."

My breathing matched hers.

The red lights came on, and it only highlighted her features. The fullness of her lips. The curve of her breasts.

"Miracle."

Her fingers were dancing along my chest, unzipping my jacket.

Mine were pulling on the zipper that held her curves tucked away from me.

"Just give us the information," I said slowly, pointing my gun to his cheek, "and we'll let you live."

But Mira was hard at work, typing furiously. She pulled out a flash drive and inserted it into a port. The guard’s eyes were watching her.

"No."

"It doesn't matter," she said, not stopping her typing, "I'm almost in. Just knock him out."

The guard smirked.

"When we catch you," he spat, "I'm going to enjoy taking you. Going to enjoy taking you in front of your little boyfriend here."

I felt a snarl pull itself from my lip as I flipped the gun, whipping him across the face, "shut up."

"Ohh," he spat, getting blood on my pants, "I'll enjoy making you watch. Watch as we take your little whore, one after the other."

"Got it!"

I pulled the trigger.

Mira looked at me in shock, "James!"

"I didn't like the way he talked about you."

"Well now you've just given up our position," she hissed, tucking the flash drive into her suit. I heard footsteps nearing us as she rushed us to the vents, "James come on."

"I can take em."

"Hey asshole, this was supposed to be quiet, remember," she growled. She pulled the gun away from me and hooked it to her back, crawling into the vents, “now come on…before they catch us…I’m not going to get caught and fail my mission because of your testosterone.”

God damn it.

"James," she moaned. I reached up with my flesh hand to cover her mouth as I worked circles on her clit. I felt my thumb make its way into her mouth and she began to suck on it as her back arched, pushing her pussy more against my mouth, "fuck. So amazing."

"You're doing so well kitten," I praised, my vibranium fingers dipping from her swollen nub into her beautifully wet pussy, "so tight...so wet for me. I'd bet you take my cock so well. Wouldn't you, kitten? God, I want you. I want to take you over every fucking surface in this place."

She nodded, moaning against my hand again, and I felt her cum against my lips. Her pussy fluttered around the two fingers I had in her, and I grew angry at myself.

I wanted that to be my cock.

I unwrapped her leg from my shoulder and slid to the floor. Putting my hand to my mouth I sucked off all of her sweet juices and smiled to myself. She slid to the floor to meet me. I didn't realize that she had slid my tactical pants down until my hard cock hit the cold air.

"Shit!" I hissed.

I looked up just in time to watch her slide down onto my cock. Her eyes closed and I knew that she was feeling some pain, but the only thing I could think of was how tight she was. How her tight little pussy choked my cock.

She licked her lips as she rolled her hips when I filled her to the hilt.

"So good," she moaned. She balanced herself on my abs and I felt her nails dig in as she slowly rode me, "fuck. James."

Her breathing became even as she worked in a rhythm. I admired the way her perfect little body rolled as she used me so that she could hit the spots she wanted. Breathy little moans filled the room, and I gripped her hips tightly. She leaned down and I leaned up slightly.

Our lips met.

I bucked my hips against her, and her nails dug little crescent moons into my chest. Doing it again I knew that I was hitting something. I picked up my pace and hers faltered. She bit my lip hard, trying to stifle her own moans.

"James."

Her pussy clenched around me and her eyes closed as she came.

Mira’s POV

"And where have you two been?"

I spun around to Nat. She had a knowing smirk on her face.

"I'm gonna take the flash drive to Fury." James said in a low tone. He kissed my temple softly. I nodded and handed it off to him. His hand grazed my waist and Nat raised a brow.

"It's nothing."

"Doesn't look like nothing," she grinned, "Haven't seen Bucky that relaxed in years. And you-"

"Don't say it, Nat."

"You look like a woman who just had sex."

I blushed a deep red.

I could tell from the look on her face that she originally was joking, but her eyes got wide when she saw my reaction.

"You did!"

"It just happened," I said in a confused tone. Nat grabbed my hand and pulled me off to the side, "I don't know how they found us but they released sex pollen into the vents. One minute we're making our way out, and the next my legs are around his shoulders and the next I'm riding him on the floor."

"Maybe it was the pollen…or maybe It's the suit," she said matter of fact with a wink, "first time I went on missions with some of the guys, we always ended up naked."

"WHAT?" I all but yelled. She smiled at me as I tried to lower my voice, "why didn't you tell me that?"

"Slipped my mind," she shrugged, "tight fitting stuff is a little uncomfortable at first, but after a while it feels like a second skin. I wasn't thinking about who's fucked me in it."

"Well, I fucked Bucky," I said nervously, "and-"

"Is he big?" she asked. My eyes went wide, and she laughed, "let me rephrase that. Is he big?"

"NAT!"

"What?" she asked, "I've never slept with him."

"Who have you slept with?"

"Steve. Clint. Banner."

I blushed at how she was just able to list off names as if it were no big deal.

"Well, James was my first."

"Still didn't answer if he was big or not."

"I feel like my organs were rearranged."

She laughed as she took my hand and we started down the hall, "that means nothing. You rode him, right? That means you controlled that flow."

"Well, the first time I rode him."

"First time?" she asked, "How long were the two of you fucking?"

"In the base," I recounted slowly, "then at the extraction point...and maybe once in the plane."

"In the plane?"

"It just happened," I exclaimed, "It's not like I planned it!"

"Well, the sexual tension between the two of you seems like it's gone!"

"Yeah," I nodded. I swallowed, "have you seen Steve and Kenzie yet?"

"Yeah," she affirmed, "their mission didn't go as smoothly. Steve and Kenzie were covered in blood...apparently Germany was not quiet."

"I have to go."

Before she could respond I made my way down to our room. Wrenching open the door I saw Steve sitting on the couch, staring at me.

"Bunny."

"Steve." He rushed me, scooping me up in his arms. Immediately he started looking me over to make sure that I was okay, "Steve...I'm fine."

He backed up a step and looked at me. Sighing softly, he bit his lip, "you're alright."

"We're both alright."

And that's when I'd noticed all the blood on his tactical suit. I gasped.

"It-it's not mine."

"I thought Germany and Russia were supposed to be quiet."

"They were," he groaned. He let go of my hand and went back to sitting on the couch, "it was a nightmare. Ken...she made it a bloodbath."

"I'm sorry."

"You can talk to me about it if you want," I offered. He shrugged his shoulders and I sat on his lap, straddling him, "well at the very least you could take these off. You don't need to stain the couch."

He allowed me to pull on the zipper. I gasped when I saw that he'd had scratch marks on his chest.

That's when he pushed me off of him, "shit."

"Steve?" I asked, "What happened?"

"Mira," he moaned painfully, "I don't want to talk about it."

"Well, I do," I whispered from my side of the couch, "Steve you're all scratched up...what happened?"

He looked at the ground, almost as if he was ashamed of himself.

"I can't."

"What are you talking about?"

"I can't hide it from you," he growled, "I-I'm so ashamed. I don't want to think about it. I've been fighting with myself all night and I feel like I'm turning into some twisted version of myself. I-I thought I was doing so good but the mission-I just-"

"Steve," I sighed, reaching for him. He shifted away from me, "Steve. Look at me."

When he did, my heart broke.

He had tears in his eyes.

"it just happened....I got so angry," he cried, "She kept digging into me. She kept pushing me...I killed so many people...and I-I didn't even feel bad. I just kept seeing his face. I kept seeing him with you and it made me so fucking angry. Miracle...I-"

"Steve?"

"She told me that Bucky was still in love with you and that you chose Bucky over me...." he admitted, "I couldn't stop picturing it...I kept picturing you at the lake house. How you latched onto him after what I did...and I just kept thinking about how I'm a monster...how you'll never be able to-"

"You're not a monster."

"I am," he said slowly, licking his lips, "don't you see that, bunny? You try so hard to make it seem like I'm not...but I am. I slept wit-"

"Give me your hand."

"What?"

"Give me your hand." He did it and I opened his palm. Running my hand along a line that went across his palm, right by the base of his thumb. I hummed to myself for a moment before speaking up, "long life line. You've been through a world of hurt...alone for the most part. "

He sighed as I traced the line. "Mira."

Then my hand traced along below his finger, "your heart line tells me that you've been hurt when it comes to love too…but you have a sweet soul..."

Ignoring him, I pretended to look for something, "hmm?"

"What?"

"No monster line," I said slowly, looking into his eyes. They softened and he sighed heavily. I pulled his hand closer to me as I crawled back onto his lap. Kissing his palm, I let it fall, and he gripped my waist, "I hate to tell you, Rogers...but you're missing the line that makes you a monster."

"I slept with Kenzie," he admitted softly, "I-I just kept thinking about everything she said...and I thought about you with Buck...I fucked her, bunny."

I felt my heart racing in my chest, "how many times?"

"A few," he admitted slowly, "I-"

"I slept with Bucky."

His eyes shot up to me, "what?"

"I-I slept with Bucky on our mission," I told him, "it just happened. I-we didn't plan it...it just-"

"Happened."

"Yeah. S-someone put sex pollen in the vents…and we both just…you know," I muttered. He stared at me for a few seconds, before nodding and getting up from the couch. I got up as well, "Steve...where are you going?"

"Shower," he muttered. I watched as he slid out of his tactical gear, and walked into the bathroom, "are you coming?"

Following him in I watched him adjust the knobs on the shower until it was the right temperature. His muscles rippled at he stood up and turned to me. When I didn't move, he stepped towards me, his hands making easy work of the zipper. I slipped out of my own suit and soon it was just us and his boxers.

We didn't speak.

We just watched one another.

His hand reached out to me, brushing against the flat expanse of my stomach. Softly he pulled me a little closer towards him, "she meant nothing to me...you know that right?"

"I know."

He nodded and I felt my hands reach out to his boxers, pushing them down. Our eyes stayed locked. Lightly lifting me he placed me on the counter of the sink. My eyes stared into his and he licked his lips.

His breathing was heavier.

Our noses touched as he leaned towards me, his hands going on either side of me, gripping the counter.

"I can't say that James meant nothing."

"I know," he swallowed. Our lips brushed against one another, and I shuddered, "I just want to mean more. I want to mean more to you than he does."

"Y-you do." I admitted. He smiled and his lips gently captured my own. My hands tangled themselves in the thickness of his beard as I fought to deepen the kiss. As my tongue explored his mouth, I felt his hand slide in between my thighs. He slipped a finger inside of me and hissed.

"So tight."

"You're my world, Steve," I admitted as he added a second finger. I felt my walls already wanting to clench down on his thick digits as he hit the soft spongey part of me. Moaning, I opened my legs more so that he could get deeper, "fuck. Right there."

He worked his way down my jaw and began nibbling on my ear, "I want to make love to you, Miracle."

I felt my heartbeat race.

You want him.

DO IT!

Pushing his fingers out of me, I pulled him closer until he was right there. Scooting forward so that I was on the edge of the counter I gripped his length. He closed his eyes and licked his lips, biting them softly as I pumped him a few times.

"Fuck," he whimpered. I lined him up with my entrance and he looked at me, "are you sure."

"Give me what I want," I pleaded, kissing him, "make love to me, Stevie."

That was all the encouragement he needed.

I closed my eyes as he slid into me, inch by amazing inch. I'd never felt as full as when he finally buried himself to the hilt. Without thrusting I could already feel him bumping into my cervix. I clenched down on him.

"Fuck," he hissed, his head already falling to nuzzle in the crook of my neck, "I don't know how long I'm gonna last inside of you, bunny. Fuck. So much better than I'd imagined."

I tried to keep my breathing even, but as he pulled out slightly and I felt the drag of his cock along my walls, I couldn't stop the moan from slipping out. I could feel every inch, every vein, every delicious ridge. When he slowly pushed in again, and the head of his cock bumped against my cervix again I couldn't help but find myself on the ledge. The coil had already been stretched tight against the core of my stomach with Steve.

The way he touched me.

The way he looked at me.

The way he held me.

It felt like we were connected on such a different level.

I felt like all of the pleasure in the world still wasn't reaching the highs I felt as he picked up his pace. Every time he pushed into me again, I fought off my orgasm. Every time he got the slightest jerk in his hips, I knew that he was having the same issue.

"Cum inside me, Steve," I pleaded when our moans and thrusts had reached a fever pitch, "please, cum inside me. I wanna feel you cum in me."

His grunts were almost animalistic as he rutted into me. My hands, clawing away at the marks Kenzie had made, making my own.

Claiming my man.

Marking my territory.

He rutted into me violently, his pace becoming more erratic, and I came as he gripped my hips hard, and I felt him paint my walls white with ropes of his thick, hot cum.

"STEVE!"

I felt myself milking him for everything he was worth, fluttering around his cock, spasming just as violently as he'd fucked me. His breathing was heavy as he cursed into my neck. Kissing and nipping, "gonna fill you up every time with my cum, bunny. Never fucking leaving this perfect pussy."

I kissed the side of his face as I tried to calm myself down. He moved just enough so that our lips met one another, yet again.

When he backed away, pulling himself out of me, I watched as his cum dripped out of me and onto the counter. He lifted me and placed me on the ground next to him. I gripped his shoulders as my legs felt wobbly.

He smiled at me, and I gave him a look as if to say 'don't say it.'

Shaking his head, he helped me into the shower and held me against himself. We washed in relative silence, but our hands always seemed to be on one another. He pressed soft kisses to my shoulder and neck, and I felt his member start to harden against my back again. I turned and his lips caught my own once more as he cornered me between himself and the shower wall.

Slowly he lifted me, balancing the both of us, and I felt him at my entrance again. Nodding into the kiss I hissed as I sank back down onto his cock, "Fuck..."

"You okay?"

I nodded, his eyes meeting my own as he began to roll his hips into me, "Fuck...I love you Steve Rogers."

“I love you too bunny,” he uttered against my ear, “I always have.”

Chapter 30

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Melati Kusuma was born in Malaysia and she and her family relocated to the United States during her infancy. Melati grew up a bright and highly precocious child whose intellect often left her feeling impatient with those around her. This contributed to her becoming quite impulsive and prone to distraction. Just days after earning her license to drive a car, Melati was driving far too fast and was involved in a terrible accident that caused her to lose both of her legs.

Melati struggled with this turn of events and what she hated the most was feeling that other people pitted her. She loathed being seen as just ‘the poor girl in the wheelchair.’

As such, Melati became socially withdrawn and dedicated herself to her academics. She particularly excelled in the fields of biology and cellular genetics. Melati earned a full scholarship to Empire State University where she became a prized pupil of Professor Curt Conners. Conners had previously devised a formula that used reptilian genetic material as part of an effort to regrow his lost arm. The formula had unexpected side effects and caused him to transform into the monstrous super villain known as The Lizard. Conners had reverted to his human form with the help of Spider-Man and ultimately returned to teaching. When Melati discovered Conner’s formula, she felt certain she could improve upon it and regrow her lost legs without side-effects.

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Professor Conners was both proud and upset over what Melati had done; all of this was occurring in the backdrop of the conclusion of the first superhero Civil War and Conner’s made arrangements for Melati to be registered as a super powered individual and attend Camp Hammond to better learn how to use her newfound super abilities. As such, Melati (who had opted for the new alias of ‘Komodo’) became one of the first trainees of the Avengers Initiative program. Although she continued to struggle with impulsivity and rash decision making, Komodo excelled as a part of The Initiative and was quickly placed on the program’s field team.

Melati retained her reptilian form whenever she was conscious, yet reverted back to her human form whenever she slept. She kept her original form a closely guarded secret and became very angry when her teammate, Hardball, accidentally saw her asleep, human and without her legs. Hardball agreed to keep her secret and the pair ended up having a rather tumultuous romance together.

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“Even if there's a small chance that we can undo this, I mean, we owe it to everyone who is not in this room, to try."

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The Avenger's Initiative, Chapter 1

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: sexual tension, voyeurism, mention of death/murder, mentions of basement wives, mentions of abductions/conspiracy to abduct.

Steve’s POV

“Come on guys, you’ve done two rotations at the house,” Tony whined through the bluetooth speakers, “either you aren’t choosing the right girls, or you are too picky. Let some other guys have a turn.”

“One more shot, Tony,” I reminded him, “Strange found someone on his fourth attempt. You had Pepper on your third. Sometimes these things take time. You know that more than anyone.”

“You guys need to be smart about it,” Tony replied, “you guys abducted a bachelorette party.”

“How do you know that was us?”

“Five women from a strip club. The club that was two blocks away from where Sam was last tracked. Four blocks from the parking garage you guys were at,” Tony groaned as he seemed to be recounting the facts like he’d looked at it a hundred times before calling Steve, “are you telling me that another group of guys abducted some women right under your nose? If so, maybe we need to look at you retiring, senior citizen.”

My sigh on the other end told him everything that he needed to know.

“Listen cap,” Tony said over the line, a slightly softer tone, “I know it’s frustrating. It can be really upsetting trying to find your girl. And you’re sharing the house with Buck and Sam. You guys must have totally different tastes in women. You with your pin up girl from the good old days, Kujo with his chew toy, and Sam with a Southern belle. But if you don’t find someone soon, we’re gonna have to start trading some guys out. Banner, Loki, and Thor are all chomping at the bit for their turn.”

“Just tell them a little bit longer,” I pleaded as I looked out at the lake through the french doors. My mind was working on a new plan, something that we could try to do in order to find our dream girls, “We’ll be careful with the next group.”

“Did any of the five make it through?”

“Sam seems kind of taken with this girl next door,” I said, trying to change the subject, “Quick. No wait time turn around. Her and two friends just showed up at the house for Christmas break.”

“Christmas break at a lake house?” he asked, “isn’t it a little early? It’s only November.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, leaning against the back of the couch to watch three women getting out of the car just across the lake, “Sam ran into her and her friends at the store in town. Said he thinks they’ll be perfect.”

“Well, if they aren’t, it’s game over for you guys until we get through the rotation again.”

“I know, Stark.”

“But that doesn’t answer my question,” he said after a second, “did any of the five girls make it through so I can send someone else up?”

“Rhodey found a girl,” I replied, not thinking much of it, “she made it to the main floor. He left this morning with her when Sam went into town. Buck’s taking care of the clean-up on the others in the woods. I cleaned up the basement.”

“Well one of you found someone,” he added in nervously, “I’ll see who I can send up with you guys.”

“Keep in mind,” I reminded him, “Bruce and Bucky don’t get along too great.”

“Bucky doesn’t get along with anyone that’s left too great.”

The front door slammed, and I turned from my spot on the back of the couch to see Bucky taking off his boots, “it’s done.”

“Sounds like someone’s in a chipper mood.”

“Stark,” Bucky growled, heading into the living room. He looked around, realizing that we were conversing across the speakers, and he rolled his eyes, “do you have to use technology for everything?”

“Part of your body is technology there, robocop,” Tony’s voice rang out, “I’d be careful about how you phrase things. Remember who deals with keeping up the security system for our little pet project.”

“You trying to give us some sort of threat there, iron face?”

“Buck, come on man,” I sighed, shaking my head at him, “He’s giving us another run, instead of the regular two tries.”

“Whatever,” he growled, walking up to the windows. His gaze found what I’d been looking at a few minutes’ prior, “I thought Tony said they don’t use the other houses until the summer?”

“Sam ran into them when they came to town,” I said dismissively, “three girls on Christmas break. Just arrived. Gonna do their spring semester online to get away from the city.”

“All three of them?”

“Yeah.”

Bucky hummed in approval and unzipped his leather jacket, throwing it on one of the chairs behind him, “think we should welcome them to the neighborhood the right way?”

“Sam wants to try them next.”

“Maybe,” he shrugged, “they’d be a good second option I guess...if Tony’s giving us more time we might as well double our efforts. You tell him Rhodey found someone from this group?”

“Yeah, he told me,” Tony said in an unimpressed voice, “listen guys. I’m not saying you must choose those girls, but you do have to start making decisions soon. People have noticed that Captain America hasn’t been going on any local missions. Steve, you must find someone to bring back…and soon. It’s really Bucky and Sam that have more time. You’re on the tail end of yours.”

“What if I did a mission?” I asked, “or two. Came back to the city. Suited up for some smaller things?”

“That could buy you some time,” he agreed after a pregnant pause, “but you’d need to make sure it’s something that people see you in. Throw in some public appearances at some schools or some charity work. People eat that up when they see you lending a hand.”

“Got anything local?”

“We always have something going on in the country,” he chuckled, “you know that, Cap.”

“Alright,” I nodded, “I can be back in the city later tonight.”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you then, Rogers.”

“Call disconnected,” F.R.I.D.A.Y announced, “do you need anything else, Captain Rogers?”

“Make sure the security is updated like Tony promised,” I began as I bit the inside of my cheek, “after the last girls damn near set the basement on fire, the last thing we need is security lacking down there.”

“Yes Captain Rogers.”

“I hate that stupid thing,” Bucky growled from his spot at the window, “you guys rely on it too much.”

“Staring at the new girls there, Buck?” I chuckled, clapping him on the shoulder, “find one that finally caught your interests?”

“No,” he lied, shaking his head. I smirked at the fact that he had lied. Trying to follow his gaze, I saw that he had settled on the second floor of the house. A room where a very large bay window was angled towards the house. He was straining from his position to see it. I smirked and hit him on the shoulder, running up to the third floor where the watch room was. Bucky followed me up, “what the hell, punk?”

“Got ya a better line of sight,” I smirked, nodding my head down to the bay window. Our window gave us the perfect angle down into the room. A girl had her bags thrown beside the bed and was relaxing on it, book in hand. She was wearing a crop top that stopped right below perky breasts. The sleeves went over her hands, but manicured nails peered out from beneath the hem of the sleeve. The strings of the top draped lazily on a toned stomach. Short cotton shorts that had been rolled up a few times rested low on her hips and showed off toned legs. As she rolled over so that she was stomach side down on the bed I could see the curve of her ass just peeking out from the bottom of her shorts. I felt my own arousal growing, “sure you aren’t interested, punk? Cuz if you aren’t, I’m calling that one right now?”

My best friend looked at me, an anger in his eyes and I smirked even more. He breathed heavily through his nostrils and tried shrugging it off, “we aren’t taking them. Too close...anyways she’s dressed too skimpy. Probably a loose dame. You want her, you can have her.”

“Oh, come on,” I laughed, nudging him, “I saw the way she was dressed when they arrived. She changed her clothes. She doesn’t expect some perv to be staring at her through a window.”

He turned and glared at me, “don’t you have to pack to get ready for a mission?”

“Later tonight,” I shrugged, heading towards the steps, “I’m thinking we should welcome them to the neighborhood before I do.”

I was halfway down the steps before Bucky finally began his descent, “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I can see the look on your face,” he growled as he shot me a glare, “I know what you’re gonna say, Steve. Just don’t.”

“Just answer one question?” I asked with a smirk. Bucky shrugged and my smirk grew, “when you were straining against the window while I was talking to Tony, were you watching her change, Buck?”

Mira’s POV

“Mir,” one of my best friends called from the main floor. I looked away from my book and waited for her request, “MIRA!”

“What is it, Ken?”

“Wrong one,” Brittany said, walking by my room, “why do you always do that?”

“Shit.”

“Really?” the blonde asked, posting herself in front of my door frame, “we’ve known each other since we were little, and you still mistake me for my twin?”

“Sorry Danielle,” I sighed, putting my book down, “I honestly don’t know why I do that.”

She rolled her eyes, “it’s whatever. I know you like Kenzie better because she’s nerdy like you or whatever but come on. This is a bonding experience, remember? The three co-captains of the squad have to get together and come up with the next routine for our competitions in March. The rest of the girls are expecting us to deliver, so we can’t waste any time.”

“Didn’t you let Brittany waste an hour flirting with that guy in the store in town?” I asked, feeling like she was being judgmental towards me for not wanting to come up here, “I just want a day or two to unwind and relax. Then we can get cheer crazy until Christmas for all I care! I mean it’s only the beginning of November.”

“A day or two actually sounds pretty nice,” Brittany added in as she stopped by my room, “I mean Sam, that super cute guy that I was talking to said that he and his buddies were staying at their friends place across the lake. There’s two of them. I could see if Sam wanted to come over with his friends tonight...and you know if they’re cute-“

“Oh my god, you slut,” Danielle laughed, playfully shoving Brittany as she’d started making a gesture like she was blowing something, “I love it. You think his friends are hot?”

“I mean he is...” she said quickly, “I don’t know too many hot guys that waste their time being friends with ugly little trolls.”

My eyes went wide and I gasped, “Brittany!”

“What?” she asked defensively, “tell me I’m wrong...and anyways I think he said he’s a superhero...like one of the Avengers.”

“Come on that’s like the worst pickup line ever!”

“Danielle, didn’t you say that Tony Stark owns one of these lake houses?” she asked, “is it so hard to think that the avengers need some time away from saving the world? Maybe they take turns taking time off.”

“That sounds made up,” I laughed, “are you lying to try and get me to agree to this Brittany?”

“She’s not,” Danielle added, in, “and anyways, maybe that’s not such a bad idea. Some cute guys. Maybe they bring over booze assuming we’re a little bit older than 21...maybe we get the nerdy little virgin here onto some superhero cock.”

“Listen, we all know that Kenzie and Jade both have crushes on those guys but that doesn’t extend to me,” I laughed, looking at Danielle, “I don’t have that fascination with them.”

“You mean to tell me that you wouldn’t go all nerdy hearts over Iron Man or Hulk?”

“First off, I’m pretty sure Iron Man has been married and has a kid,” I said awkwardly, trying to not delve deeper into the conversation, “and the incredible hulk? Did you purposefully pick the one person who I’m pretty sure would split me in half?”

“Ahh,” Brittany laughed, shoving me, “so it’s the big green guy’s dick you’ve thought about riding!”

“Oh my god,” I groaned, leaning back onto the bed, “I have not thought about that.”

“Whatever you say…but if you really want, they have sex toys based around them…you could try the toy before you try the real thing,” Danielle laughed, playfully slapping my thigh. Downstairs the doorbell rang, “Oh I think that’s the pizza. Go get it green gobbler.”

“I hate you guys,” I groaned, getting up so that I could get the door, “how much is it anyways?”

“I don’t know,” Brittany giggled from upstairs, “didn’t ask.”

“Money is on the counter,” Danielle giggled, “You know. It’s the green stuff. You like green things, right?”

I sighed to myself as they continued to make comments about me wanting to lose my virginity to Dr. Banner.

“Wait, don’t you have an internship coming up with him this summer for your nerdy science stuff?” Danielle accused, coming out of my room and up to the railing, “OH MY GOD! You’re going to nail the Hulk, aren’t you?”

“You guys are so childish,” I groaned, already over their antics. I padded to the door, and I could hear them catcalling and fake moaning behind me from the banister.

“Dr. Hulk,” one of them fake moaned, “take me now!”

“Take me on the lab table!”

“Beakers and science stuff!”

I turned to look at the two girls I’d been forced to go on the trip with, “I so can’t wait until Jade, Kenzie, and Cassie show up.”

“Why so you can talk about all the dirty things you wanna do with the hulk to them?”

“How do you know I wouldn’t have a thing for Captain America?” I questioned, “or Antman? Or Thor? Or Winter Soldier?”

“If you like any of those ancient bastards it better be Captain America,” Danielle giggled from the top of the stairs, right as I opened the door. And in that moment my face lost all color, “I bet a super soldier like him is enhanced in all the right ways! I bet you’d let him pop your cherry!”

“Hey, do you think the hulks jizz is green too?” Brittany asked, skipping down the stairs, “why are you looking like you saw a ghost, Miracle?”

“Uh is this a bad time?”

I looked in horror and shock as The Falcon, Captain America, and The Winter Soldier stood before me.

“Gentlemen!”

“We uh wanted to welcome you to the lake,” Captain America said slowly, eyeing me up and down. It was then that I remembered my cropped top and super short shorts. I instinctively put one arm over my breasts, and another over my midriff. Cap seemed to catch on and took a deep breath, looking away, “my apologies.”

“I’m just-“ I began, shuffling away from the door. Brittany immediately went to the open door and her eyes went wide as she practically launched herself at The Falcon.

“SAM!”

I could hear excited chatter as I ran up the stairs and passed Danielle.

“Oh my god, why are you running like that?” she asked, following me into the room.

“Three superheroes, outside our door,” I said quickly, closing the door, “Captain America stared me down like I was some slut when he saw me like this! Oh my god, Dani. I’m never gonna be able to face them now!”

“Wait, like a slut he wanted to bend over the couch or like one he’s putting in jail because she tried to solicit him?”

“DANI!”

“I’m just trying to make light of the situation,” she laughed awkwardly. Her hands brushed through her hair as she looked at the full-length mirror on the closet door, “come on. I’m sure they won’t think anything of it. It’s not like you knew they were coming over. Plus, he’s like super old, isn’t he? From the early 1900’s or something. He’s probably not used to women showing their bodies.”

“Are you checking yourself out?” I asked as I threw baggy sweats on and an actual hoodie, “really?”

“Hey, the guy may be over 100 years old, but he looks pretty hot from the pictures and tv coverage. I’d bang the hell out of him.”

“That’s not saying much.”

“Maybe you should lower your standards there, princess,” she winked. She sent me a small look before shaking her head, “you know you’re definitely not going to bag a superhero looking like that...could you at least put on some makeup?”

“Good,” I groaned, “I’m not trying to bag anything.”

“Shame,” she smirked, throwing the door open, “judging from your reaction to how they looked at you, it actually could be a chance that one of em could pop your cherry.”

Chapter 2

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#Marvel #Komodo #Avengers Initiative

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i did start watching the fall of the house of usher today and i'm already on episode 6 rn. it's good actually. it's not an adaptation, more like a homage to edgar allan poe and his works. i've read quite a few of them and each episode is like a bowl full of bubbles for you to pop. like all the short stories, poems, it's all been mixed together and it meshes well so far. the rot is very evident but there's a severe lack of gothic atmosphere. it's modern goth if that's a thing but it's going to be so dated in the future because of how much they mention 2020s specific stuff, very jarring to see tiktok mentioned openly. none of the stories are again directly adapted but the episode titles are clues for the overall theme and you can tell how certain situations will end if you've read poe. it's very fun to me. there's so many little easter eggs as well <3

this just doesn’t seem like something i would like though because to me horror without atmosphere is like cooking without salt you can get all the ingredients together and do everything perfectly and yet when you taste it you’re still going to be able to tell that something load-bearing is missing. especially with edgar allan poe like. the characters and the plot are ALWAYS second to the creepy haunting atmosphere? idk seems like it’s missing jeuje

#what does the raven show up at the end to be like mister usher have you ever heard of the avengers initiative

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The day she got brought in | Agents Of SHIELD Fanfic

Summary: What if the thing you were waiting for came at the the wrong time? Or in Amelia Parker’s case, when she was street racing in Puerto Rico to let off a little steam after being rejected by her schools.

Pairing: Amelia Parker & Grant Ward, Rick Banner x Luna Marsh

Characters mentioned: Phil Coulson, Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter, Grant Ward, Melissa Wallace and etc.

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It’s been months. But it felt like years for her. She has been told time and time again she wasn’t surely good enough to be apart of certain schools. Regretted time and time for the schools she applied to. Only two accepted her but she wasn’t too pleased.

She never wanted to go to college to be exact.

But she need a career. She wanted a future.

Something interesting.

So she applied for SHIELD Academy at a certainly young age. She knew that SHIELD existed ever since she just a little girl, especially after the accident that happened at Stark Expo.

She thought there was a huge possibility that she would get in. Her cousin, Peter Parker, parents were agents of shield themselves before they died. On top of that, her aunt Bobbi and uncle Hunter are agents as well!

So she studied, practiced her skills and tried to explain herself in every letter as a someone who deserved a chance. A chance to help SHIELD future agents and heroes. Since Amelia was good at boxing, had a huge hand when it came to sewing, believing she’s pretty okay with a computer and had communication skills. Also well as scouting places and some design.

However after every letter and application, she kept getting rejected.

Then she thought it about, why am I not surprised? My grades aren’t too good, my only concern is that I’m too emotional for the field and my records were bad.

~~~~~

She’s a street kid for gods sake! Her actions didn’t measure up, hanging out with a so called “wrong crowd” according to the police, stealing parts and racing borrowed cars while earning cash on the side. The girl sounded like a young criminal.

And honestly she didn’t care, she loved it. The music, the people, the rush you get from being behind the wheel, the talks and the community built around it. The type of people she met made her smile.

There wasn’t too many rules and no one questioned whether you were good enough. Because if you ask a racer, any real racer doesn’t matter if you win by a inch or a mile, winning is winning. It’s all about passion and love for the lifestyle.

Currently she sat behind her wheel, sliding down towards the area where everyone was at. Her mind was running a mile a minute.

Puerto Rico baby! The smell of food from the streets, the music blasting from cars, people chatting with one another, laughing being shared. The men in and women were dresses in the best mood you ever seen.

People from every race and backgrounds crowded the area. It felt like heaven

Amelia parked her blue skyline in a perfect scene nearby a few shaded orange, deep green and hot rod red cars. She was dressed black short skirt, a deep gray top and a red flannel. Black sneaker. Her curls were loosely bouncing around as she walked over to a small group.

“Ahh! Look who showed up!” Yelled Nico giving her a hug.

“Girl we thought you weren’t gonna make it.” Shouted Kira chuckling.

“Be nice, be nice! She was just fashionably late to the party.” Added Jesse, joking around holding up his cash for tonight.

The group walked and talked, grabbing a bite to eat as they catches up with one another. Talking about their deals and how they were planning a small heist for extra gasoline to sell at Jesse’s shop. But first Amelia need to check out the competition and sneak into other locations to exchange a few items.

They were in a middle questioned when she asked.

Amelia rolled her eyes chuckling, “Your hilarious, all of you. Who’s the racing tonight?”

“Ok I’ll tell you!” Nico explained everyone who racing that night and even added, “You see the tall blonde over there with the pretty brunette around his arms? They’re racing the first round tonight.”

It nighttime so she couldn’t see them too well. Still she tried to looked over across the crowd, to see blonde with dark eyes carrying a cheeky grin.

And his girlfriend was wearing a puffy jacket and shyly giggles to what he was talking about. She taught they must’ve been an adorable little couple, secretly ready to wipe the floor with them.

She didn’t think too much of it. However her friend, Kira, was more interested in how they raced.

But they didn’t have to wait for long, since the moment Kira said, “Ready, set, go!”

They were off. And they were fasted! Rushing around the stores, turning up the furious speed, passing through a crowd of cars, and sliding across small obstacles to get to the finish line.

Impressive. Very impressive.

The brunette won first, and a few others coming in at a close second. She screamed and smiled shyly at winning as one of the other racer went to congratulate her. The rest of the crowd clapped and cheered.

But Amelia wasn’t paying too much attention as she clapped, checking her phone and the corners of the road behind them.

Hoping cops didn’t came. Watching their backs.

When it was her time to race in the second round, she jumped into her skyline and joked with the other racers.

Once again, Kira started yelling loudly “Go!”. Amelia made it and snappy.

Turning up the NOS when needed, taking a left turn to pass another car and even flipped off another race who tried to cut her off. Speeding off, switching on the radio, laughing and watching the other cars driven past her.

In the end, she didn’t win but she didn’t care. She had fun feeling the rush behind the wheel, being free in her seat and all her worries were thrown away focused on the road instead.

But she hopes were broken, as Jesse yelled out, “Cops are coming!”

Her eyes widen muttering, “Shit!”

~~~~~

Everyone jumped into their races, speeding off quicker than expected. Once she hoped she was out of clear an hour later, Amelia sneaked into an small old facility of full cars.

She held up her flashlight towards the back end of each vehicle.

Beautiful. Each one styled differently and wonderfully useful.

She looked around to find the place empty as she snapping pictures and started to pop off the hood of an car.

The girl was lucky to find a gorgeous cherry red convertible. Hell, she would kill to just have this for a drive to the beach.

Before she could get her hands on soft inventor and possibly get a better look at this reliable beauty…

..she heard it.

She turned off her phone as she started rushing to hide behind boxes and corners. But she was too late.

She woke up, in the hallway nearby the exist. Blinking she turned to face a young man, not even 20 yet with dark hair and brown eyes.

He wasn’t bad but stupid.

“Eugene. I meant nothing.” She told him, with a sigh.

He chuckled, “So why the hell are you here?”

“You were hoarding cars, jackass!”

“They’re mine, babygirl and I’mma use them.”

“Ha! You stole half of them and redesigned the older ones. Pumping up the gasoline and ordering NOS.”

“You need a 5-second car.”

“10 second car. And I was just looking over them, honest.”

Eugene scoff, “You’re not half bad, Ames. But you gotta know not to mess with me.”

“I’m not sure about that. Be lucky it wasn’t, Jesse or Nico. You had worse than us.” She added, knowing they would do something crazier than her.

“Don’t ever come around here again!”

“No promises!”

Eugene made a move to grab her but she elbowed him in the face. He spinner her around, pushing her against the wall but she kicked him where the sun don’t shine.

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Amelia made a run for it, still ending up with a bruise or two. Pulling out her mini pistol, just in case. She wasn’t the greatest at theses things but still she tried her best.

She walked down the street, popping up her jacket and started up her engine driving off.

But when she thought her night couldn’t get any odder or worse. The polices she raced from earlier found her.

Amelia was thrown into a cell, hearing the police report about her as the cops walked away. She tried to defend her case but they only have half listened.

They cleared her up for the self defense part but still pissed off about what she did.

It was no use per say.

Amelia’s face dropped. It wasn’t her first time running around from the cops and getting caught up in a mess and it sadly won’t be her last.

It was the trill of life. She sighed as tears came rolling in, mumbling how stupid she was. No career, no school, no actually friends and possibly no one to bail her out.

Disappointed.

She was a good girl or at least that’s what she wants to believe.

She always did schoolwork but never past a lot of classes cause no one took the chance on her. Actually help her understand it! She treated her family with respect, earned money during races to help pay the bills, worked low jobs and such.

But never got a chance to prove herself, they always tell her that she need experience and or worse, no one believed she had the true patience to get a job done.

Everything felt like a balancing act for her. Keep her head up, even when she wants to keep it down.

Playing up the act of the cool, confident, somewhat edgy and sweet girl. The wannabe bad bitch who gossips, talks shit about others and let’s the rumors fly in.

But she ain’t really that. Yeah sure, she got a temper, gets stressed out easily sometimes and has a thick glare that meant she got shit she wants to get done, but still.

She doesn’t know want she wants. No one ever does.

“Miss Parker?” Said a male voice, light but thick.

She turned to face the man, standing up wiping her tears to get a better look. To her surprise it was too men.

One younger and somewhat fresher faced than the other. They were wearing all black, comb hair expect for the younger one who’s hair was a little messy, wearing sensitive shoes and shared a gentle expression.

“W-who are you?” She asked, softly with hitched voice.

“Agent Coulson from SHIELD.” Said the man, “You’re having one hell of a day, huh?”

“Grant Ward.” Said the other one with a half smile, “You’re younger than expected.”

She blinked with tears trying to figure it out how this happened and asked, “Wh-what? I—how?…oh god.”

“I know it’s tricky to explain. But we’re here to help.” Coulson said, seeing the poor look in her eyes.

“Really? No offense, but where were you months ago?! I sent letters, applications for programs, video of myself for a visual idea of who I am…”

“I’m sorry we didn’t come soon but you were rejected for some of our supervisors believing you were not trying enough.”

“Hell, I saw that videos and it was a little dry. Besides, you sounded like it wasn’t serious enough..” Ward added.

“Your hilarious, Ward.” Amelia replied with a half sarcastic tone, “Sorry I wasn’t what you expected. I’m sorry that I was not perfect enough for you guys. Especially you.”

“Yet, you lack self esteem, confidence and the strength that is needed determination for something.”

“Determination?! You rejected me! You don’t take a chance on anyone.”

“But I’m not wrong. Have you seen your records? Jail time, street races for money, and stealing from second hand stores. Do your parents know about this?”

“…i um…not exactly everything…”

“Exactly. If you had any bit of respect for yourself and self care, you would deal with what you have. Look where you are now. I just see a pathetic picture of a young woman.”

“Okay look, I screwed up big time! I don’t have any track record for something good or anything…but i know I can do the same thing as you! I’m sorry for what happened..”

“Sorry?! You don’t know what you want or what exactly is your play here. ”

“Hey! I don’t—”

Coulson spoke up, “Enough! Ward, play nice, not everyone has their hands full time in the world as you. And Parker, I understand that you’re not sure where you stand. I apologize on SHIELD behavior, but I was given a chance to see your responses..”

“And? Coulson, you and Ward clearly just came to do what? Bail me out or something? I’m a idiot according to him and he’s right..” Amelia admitted, sadly.

“He’s wrong. You done some bad things because you don’t feel comfortable or worth other peoples time. Your smart, kind, seemed determined to race together even if you didn’t win—”

“You saw?!”

“I did. Or at least I scout here who used to work with me did. But Amelia you’re not an idiot, you just need someone who can give you a chance to try and do good. Because you are good.”

“Who told you that? I’m not smart enough to pass a few simple classes or good enough for you before. You guys didn’t give me a chance to prove that I’m good for something…”

“Because I wasn’t there before and I didn’t have agent Lance Hunter to tell me about you. Your not exactly school smart for certain things, but your street smart and clever with a lot of stuff. Your easygoing, sometimes honest and if I’m correct, you see a lot in someone.”

“I..um..”

“I’m being honest when I say your not bad. Never were, just chose to go do something that others think is wrong. I’ll like a give you a chance to come study and work together with SHIELD. You may be nervous and not feel ready for it now, but I believe you might be.”

Amelia stay speechless hearing Agent Coulson’s words and the recommendations he heard from Hunter. She didn’t know that part. The only person other than her stepdad and mother to speak like that to her.

Even Ward had to admit to himself he read the whole letters and applications, finding it actually charming. He didn’t know what Coulson saw in her but he kinda like it.

The only thing she could do was nod rapidly because of how tired she was and unable to comprehend what happened. It’s late. It’s 1:40am.

And she was just offered to be apart of something she didn’t expect to get after wishing and imaging the role.

Ward went to front desk to bail her out with a smile. Once she was let out of her cell, she thanked Ward as he apologized for his comments earlier. He told her that he’s welcome to help her with any needs

Then she turned to Coulson with tears in her eyes once again, thanking him. He smiled softly pulling her in a hug, knowing she needed it.

Phil held her in his arms, whispering kind words.

Honestly he felt bad, he didn’t catch onto her case earlier and made a decision to bend the SHIELD Academy rules.

He would need to speak with Fury and Hill but he knew there were plenty of people like her who needed a chance to be heard.

He remembered that Darcy Lewis had a daughter as well with a interesting case, he decided to possibly message Hill later about that. Plenty of cases of young folk who would be suitable for SHIELD or a Team in the future, but they need that push to do so.

Coulson smiled, walking out with Ward and Amelia in his thoughts. He wondered what if they were to recruit a set of young people one day, they definitely deserve a chance to be seen or heard.

Amelia snapped him out of his thought, “So um, when do we—I start my studies?”

Ward spoke up instead with a soft smile to her answers, “Soon. In about less than a month. You will have me and a few other people to help you along the way, Miss Parker.”

“You can all me Amelia.”

“Then you can me Grant.”

Both smile, exchanging phone numbers. Coulson told her a few more things before they brought her back to the hotel she was staying at.

~~~~~

Once Amelia said her final goodbye, she locked the door to her room behind her and let out a small sequel as she bit her bottom lip. To say when the realization finally hit her was an understatement. She felt scared, nervous and maybe a little excited.

She wondered what if no one likes me? What if it goes bad my first day? Oh my god what if i suck and they kick me out?!

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Anxiety still in the front of her mind, but laying low.

Her mind was overwhelmed by the thoughts, as she picked up her phone to thank her uncle Hunter for the placement.

Little did she know the next few months will change her life forever.

Meeting one of her best friends Melissa Wallace, get to know a couple of crushes such as Nikolai Morozov and a few other friends. Even encourage Melissa to go on a date with a special girl. As well as a future lifetime of opportunity and memories to come.

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