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All is Fair~ Peace & Parallels

Chapter 21: Peace & Parallels

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Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under the pressure?

Series Warning: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter.

Chapter warnings: 18+ Only! Emotional trauma, Bad language words, SMUT!

Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

Word count: 2.8K

A/N: I am fuckinnnnnn tired, but the chapter is finished and it makes me happy to make yall happy sooo here ya go! The Holiday season really fucks me up... as always, likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome! Anyhow, enjoy!💕

Your phone woke you from your dreams, you groaned as you silenced the shrill ringing. You brought the small bright screen to your face, your eyes straining to adjust in the darkness. Several messages littered your screen, some from Zemo, a couple from Loki, but the newest one was from Wade:

‘Need 2 move on targets 2nite b4 its too l8’

You rolled your eyes, you hated when he used shorthand. He was right though, you still needed to meet with him to go over the intel he had found, and make your move before you missed your window of opportunity.

You respond, letting him know you will meet with him soon, first you need to shower and get dressed. Locking your phone you place it back on your nightstand before turning over to see Steve sleeping peacefully next to you. A content sigh leaves your lips as your fingertips trace lightly along the smooth plains of his face. Rolling over you begin to rise from the bed, but his strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back against him, then under him, forearms caging you. His chiseled torso looming above yours.

“Going somewhere, sweetheart?” His voice is rough from sleep, a playful glint shining in his eyes.

Rolling your eyes, you lean up to peck his lips, “Yes… I have business to attend to and I am in need of a shower–”

His lips seal over yours, cutting you off, your eyes flutter shut, hands slipping to caress his face. You pull away gently, a smile splitting your lips.

Groaning he places his head in the crook of your neck, his beard tickling the sensitive skin as he kisses down your shoulder, then back up your neck. Sighing you stop his ascent, holding his face above yours, “The city is in flames.”

He breaks from your hold, nuzzling your neck, breathing against your skin, “Mmm. Let it burn.”

“Steve…” You warn.

When he pulls away again, his eyes are clouded in thought, his gaze far away. You place your hands on both sides of his face, your forehead pressed against his, “Hey. Come back to me…” he blinks, the fogginess fades. A sad smile lifts your lips, “there you are… Listen, I have to do this, it's important.”

He shakes his head lightly.

“Please, let me handle this…” you swallow hard, “Let me fix this.” Your eyes meet his, pleading him to understand.

He nods slowly, “The moment this is all over, you are mine.”

A smile plays on your lips, if only it was that easy, you don’t have the heart to break his hope, so you nod in agreement, “After I finish this, I’m all yours.”

His eyes slip shut, his jaw clenching, “Promise me, Angel.”

Your heart feels like lead in your chest, but you agree, “I Promise.”

Rising from the bed, he offers you his hand, pulling you toward your bathroom he begins to shed what little clothing he still wears. His navy sweats hang low on his hips, he pulls you against him. His chest is bare and warm, your fingers splay against the taught muscles as his hands find the hem of your night-shirt, lifting it off your body. The cool air kissing your skin as his eyes rake over you.

Walking the two of you towards your shower, he flicks on the water before hooking his thumbs into your underwear, kneeling as he slips them off you.

Your brows scrunch, “Steve, what are you doing?”

He stands again, peppering your lips with his, his whispers meeting your ears between kisses, “You said we needed a shower.”

You pull away, raising a brow, “No, I said I need a shower.”

“Same thing.” he shrugs, his eyes softening when they meet yours, they are so vibrant and alive, like the first time you ever met him in the casino elevator. You want to get lost in them, dive beneath the surface, and drown in him. He smirks, tucking your hair behind your ear, his fingers gently grazing the spade tattoo, you shiver. “Besides, you better get used to this, we have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

Damn right you do, but a sinking feeling gnaws at your heart, how much time did you truly have to try and make it up? Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you chuckle as he fumbles to strip himself of his pants, whisking you into the shower, the warm water trickling down your skin. He allows you the time to properly clean your hair and body, but he is oddly quiet. When you finish, you turn to him, your head tilting at his lost expression, stepping closer your hand softly caresses his cheek.

“Stevie?”

His eyes slowly rake over your body before locking with yours.

“Forget this city.” there is a resolve in his voice as it meets your ears, a fire in his eyes, your heart squeezing in your chest, your brows knit together.

One of his hands covers yours against his cheek, the other pulling you against him, “I mean it. We can run, right now.” His eyes frantically searched yours, “No one needs to know, we can disappear, just me and you, never look back.” There under his resolve, you hear the brokenness he is fighting to hide. With each passing moment that you don’t agree, you can see the hope fading from his eyes.

Swallowing hard, you shake your head, “I can’t.” you drop his gaze, “I’m sorry, I have to fix this, to ensure you are safe.” you feel the tears prick your eyes, as they settle over his still healing wound, your hand grazes it softly. Guilt slicing through you at the sight, “I’m so sorry...”

He lifts your chin so your eyes meet his again, “Don’t be,” his lips tilt upward, but there is still a great sadness haunting his eyes. “I’m a big target, kinda hard to miss…” his thumb swipes the tears that tumble down your cheeks.

Biting your lip you shake your head again, “It's my fault… I–”

He silences you, crushing his lips over yours in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, it's all consuming, as if you were the oxygen he needed to survive. His hands fall from your face to slip across your skin, causing goosebumps to break out across your body, one snakes around your thigh, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist, the other on your lower back, pressing you impossibly closer. He spins you, caging you against the wall, the sensation of the icy tile against your back, and his warm chest causes a shudder to ripple through you, a moan slipping past your lips.

A growl rumbles in his chest as his hardened length slips against your center, your breath catching in your throat. His hand on your thigh slips up into your hair, pulling your head back, so he can watch your face contort in pleasure as he spears into you slowly. Your eyes slip shut as he starts his agonizingly slow pace, you can feel all of him, each little roll of his hips, the way his head rubs just where you need him. He is taking his time with you, being so gentle it’s almost painful, he has you writhing against the wall. Your nails digging into his arms and back, his thrusts hard and slow, like he is learning you all over again. Burning you into his memory, his lips pepper onto your skin, kissing and nipping at the slick flesh of your neck and chest.

Both of you are slowly descending into madness, he knows what you need as he slips one hand between your bodies, expertly applying pressure as he circles your bud. A particularly harsh thrust has you careening over the edge, vision bursting with white spots as you clench around him, your back arching off the wall. His lips seal around one breast, his thrusts now faster, the rhythm failing as he chases his high. He releases your breast, truly pornographic sounds echo off the tiles as he buries his head in your neck. Both his hands wrap around your waist to steady you as he shoves deeper one last time before he finally stills, warmth spreading inside you, the two of you breathing heavily, he presses his forehead to yours.

“Swear to me, you’ll come back. That we will be together.”

“Yes.” you breathe against his lips.

“Swear it.” His grip on your hips tightens almost painfully, the broken plea leaving his lips.

“I swear.”

—

Wade walked into the downstairs office where you were lounging in the desk chair your feet propped up on the desk. Your gaze locked on Steve in the training area, the sound of punches landing on vinyl echoes as the office door opens.

Wade’s eyes follow yours as Steve stops his assault on the bag. Wade turns in time to watch Steve’s eyes meet yours. There is a light in his eyes, a happiness that seems out of place given the current circumstances.

The door clicks shut, Wade leans against it, waiting for you to acknowledge him, when you don’t he sighs loudly. Only then do you pull your attention to him, a distant look in your eyes.

He clicks his tongue, “Let me guess. You made a promise you can’t keep.”

The look you give him tells him all he needs to know, you don’t even try to deny it.

Your brows knit together, “Is it bad to give him hope?”

Wade walks closer, sitting next to your feet on the desk, “False hope can do more damage than an honest truth, no matter how painful.”

Your mouth quirks to the side as you chew your bottom lip, “Who says it’s false?”

Wade shoots you an apathetic look, your name leaving his lips softly, “You know the dead cannot mix with the living.”

Your gaze falls, fingers idly fidgeting as you lift your gaze back out to Steve, “Don’t tell him.”

His heart aches for you, nothing has gone right for you, out of everyone here, you’ve lost the most. As your friend it pains him to watch the sadness roll into your eyes, he nods slowly, “It’s not my place, kid.”

You swallow, and as if he had imagined the past five minutes, you stand from your seat, your normal, terrifying persona is back in place. Calm and collected, as if the man you would die for and life you deserve isn’t just out of reach.

Your eyes slide to his, “You wanted to talk about the intel?”

The change in demeanor gave Wade whiplash, but he would never call attention to it, “Yeah, let’s go upstairs, Zemo has more he wants to inform us on.”

—

The three of you enter Zemo’s office, Steve’s hand rests on your lower back as he ushers you through the doors. Zemo is sitting at his desk, a deep frown creasing his brow as he stares at his phone. In the corner, by the bookshelves sits Loki, his head propped on his hand, deep in thought, he doesn't even acknowledge you as you walk in.

Zemo greets the three of you without looking up, his hand raised, offering a new phone, “Mr. Rogers, I assume your men would like to be informed of your current state.”

Steve lingers for a moment, his hand sliding to grasp your waist briefly as he moves to accept the phone, thanking him. Steve nods to you and Wade, “I'll only be a moment.”

You give him a soft smile as he heads back out onto the main casino floor, you can already hear one of his men pickup as the door shuts. You turn your attention back to Zemo, who is now leaning back in his chair, loosening his tie, before steepling his hands on the desk in front of him. He sighs heavily, his eyes weary as he takes you and Wade in.

“I have set up a meeting between Steve and your brother at the ‘Lumerian’, a private room has been reserved. I want you there Wraith, we need both of these men to settle this, otherwise none of us will survive what's to come.”

“Yessir.”

“Sweep the building, ensure your brother hasn’t set any traps or brought backup. As of right now your only order is to ensure Rogers stays alive at all costs. Is that understood?”

You exhale, “Yessir.”

“Good. Желать, (zhelat, obsession.) you are with Laufeyson, his personal security for the time being.”

Wade eyes Loki, whose attention is finally on the three of you. Wade looks to you, then to Zemo, “Sir, permission to brief her?”

Zemo gestures to you, nodding, “You have the floor.”

Wade straightens, “The phone you gave me a few months back happened to be quite fruitful. As it turns out, Francis happens to be half of the four horsemen–”

You scowl, “The four horsemen?” your eyes flicker to Zemo, “They were exiled for their brutality, their methods are downright barbaric! How the hell have they been operating here, under our noses?!”

Zemo nods in agreement, “It would seem they have had help. Laufeyson knows their whereabouts, he will find out where they will be tonight. Then you and Желать (Zhelat) will take care of them.”

Wade clears his throat, “They also happen to be the ones responsible for your museum, and for beating up Steve’s kid. There have been murmurs of one of them being responsible for your parents’ accident…”

Anger flares within you, no wonder Peter had been so brutalized, the Four Horsemen were downright cruel in their punishments, fucking sadists. If they were responsible for your parents death, you were going to rip them apart when you got your hands on them.

Wade places his hand on your shoulder, giving you a knowing look, “Loki and I will contact you with the address, the minute we locate them.”

“It will just be the two of you. Заря and Удача (Zarya/Dawn, Udacha/fortune) are out of town, you won't have any backup.” Zemo gives the two of you a pointed look, “I don’t care how it's done, I want them gone. Then we will make our final move on our mutual friend.”

You give Wade a vicious grin, “Don’t start without me.”

He gives a grin that matches yours, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Keep him alive Желат (zhelat), you are dismissed.”

Wade nods as he and Loki head for the doors. Loki walks towards you first, the door to the office opens as Steve walks in. Loki grasps your gloved hand, placing a kiss to your knuckles, “Goodluck darling. Give ‘em hell.” He turns toward the door, stopping and turning to you one last time, his eyes meeting yours as Steve stops beside you, you can feel Steve watching the two of you. Loki gives you a camera worthy smile, “Goodbye Death Darling, it was a pleasure doing business with you.”

You couldn’t help but feel like his parting words held a stifling amount of finality—

“Wraith…”

Zemo pulled your attention back to him, “Did you ever receive blood from Steve or Barnes?”

Your brows rose then furrowed, what kind of question was that, “I’m sorry sir? I don't–”

Zemo’s eyes met yours, pursing his lips before letting go of a long breath, “Your blood work came back from the night we pulled you out of the bay.” he paused, you could see him trying to find the right words for what he was about to say. Your stomach dropped, you didn’t like where this was going.

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When Steve arrives at the Lemurian Star, he arrives alone. You had convinced him to drop you off a block away so you could ensure it was safe for him to arrive. He sat in the driver’s seat in front of the restaurant, he didn’t know what to expect from this meeting. The last time he had seen your brother, he had tried his damndest to kill him, Steve’s hand lightly grazed the wound under his shirt, and Tony damn near succeeded.

Taking a deep breath he centered himself, there were obviously bigger fish, he and Tony would need to set aside their differences, if not for your sake, for the sake of surviving.

Steve didn’t know who to trust, Loki and his brother felt slimy, he didn’t know if he could trust his own men, Bucky had proven he couldn't. And he didn’t necessarily trust Zemo or the other Aces, but he trusted you. After everything, you had saved his life, risking yours in the process, betraying your own brother, for him.

He knew Bucky thought he was insane for even considering trusting you, but at this point, if you were to truly be his demise, he would gladly die at your hands…

No.

Neither of you were going to die, this was going to blow over and then the two of you would leave this damn city behind for good. He would give you the life you deserved, maybe settle down have a few—

Ding

His phone vibrated in his hand, the little notification lighting up his screen:

Angel: Clear. It’s just Tony. Third floor.

Steve leaned his head back against the headrest, taking another deep breath.

Let's get this over with.

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allegedlyann · 2 years

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Kiss me like you mean it

Story by: @allegedlyann Art by: @burnin-brighter

Rating: E

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, Retried Steve Rogers, Former Captain America Steve Rogers, Bearded Steve Rogers, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Silver Fox Steve Rogers, Thirst Trap Steve Rogers, Modern Bucky Barnes, Sassy Bucky Barnes, Thirsty Bucky Barnes, Twink Bucky, (Bucky’s love for printed shirts), Travel, Holidays, Italy, Boats and Ships, (There was only one boat?), Age Difference, Fake Dating, Flirting, Pining, Kissing, Exhibitionism Kink, Unresolved Sexual Tension, (until it gets resolved), Zemo is a piece of work, Kidnapping, Button Bucky Barnes, Top Steve Rogers

Chapter: 8/8

Bucky’s plan for the summer was to travel across Italy while working remotely as a computer scientist for Stark Industries. But somehow he finds himself on a yacht pretending to be the sweetheart of the ‘allegedly’ retired Steve Rogers. Between the silver hair, flirtatious banter, and the stupid speedos the man liked to wear, Bucky was trying not to let the thirst and feelings drown him in the Mediterranean sea. Meanwhile, Zemo just wanted to relax after a job well done. Honest!

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For the @silver-fox-steve-bang ! 💙

#steve x bucky #stucky #presented to you by:#silver fox steve bang #I had way too much fun with this #my writing #ann's alive #two chapters at once because I'm feeling generous!

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thebibliomancer · 1 year

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #284: BATTLEGROUND: OLYMPUS

October, 1987

Assault on Olympus!

Is this an assault on Olympus? Olympus seemed more idyllic gardens and fancy halls and less craggy rock wasteland.

Maybe they found the back lot?

Anyway, Avengers. What’s going on with them?

Well, last times on this book, Baron Zemo Jr concocted this big plan to destroy the Avengers with a new, bigger and better version of the Masters of Evil.

The plan fell apart.

But his Masters did manage to trash the mansion and beat Hercules into a coma.

Which is causing problems for the Avengers.

Zeus is none to happy about his favorite son being in a coma and he’s decided that the Avengers are 110% at fault. He got his other children to capture the Avengers and had them thrown into Hades. He also had Wasp captured despite being on vacation. Is nothing sacred, Zeus?

The Avengers have broken out of Hades and made their way to Olympus where they’ve allied with Venus, Athena, Hephaestus, and Apollo. Y’know, the Zeus children who aren’t assholes.

The plan was to talk to Zeus with some divine advocates, maybe have Apollo and Dr Druid combine their powers and heal Hercules to help chill Zeus out. But Zeus found them and blew them the fuck up.

And now in this book, Wasp is having one of those orbiting head guilt hallucinations.

With the Avengers begging her to save their asses instead of enjoying her vacation.

Also with a smug Artemis cuing her to flashback to what happened to her off-panel.

So, she was on vacation on a deserted Caribbean island, enjoying some time off from being a superhero and a cool Avenger.

When she saw, of all things, a deer! Just a random deer on this island where the largest wildlife are pelicans!

It was weird enough that she shrank to flying size (which at this point is only a foot smaller than her usual size) and flew after the creature but it vanished into the jungle.

Then someone shot an arrow at her. Wasp managed to shrink down to dodge it but it swerves to try to hit her anyway. So she blows it up with her Sting. Only for the arrow to explode into a paralyzing cloud of dust that knocked her the hell out.

She dimly remembers the approach of another woman -- a powerful woman -- who took her... somewhere. And she recalls a huge bearded man shouting at her... but after that, her memories disintegrate into a jumble.

Okay. I know Artemis is the goddess of the hunt and all but. What use does she have for an arrow that explodes into sleep powder?

It reads like sandbox fight. “Ah ha, I dodge the arrow using shrinking!” “But but but my arrow tracks like a missile!” “Okay so I blow up the arrow with my bio-electric Wasp Sting!” “Yeah but the arrow explodes into chloroform so I win.”

Anyway, Wasp wakes up in a cage slash coffin that isn’t very secure. Wasp just shrinks down, uses her Sting to blow a very tiny hole in the glass, and flies out.

But while Wasp is flying around, trying to figure out where in the Caribbean one would find a bunch of Gercian architecture, Hera pops out from around the corner and asks to speak to Wasp.

Wasp realizes, oh, this is Olympus.

And that the shouty man was then Zeus.

Hera is, at least at this point, pretty chill.

Or maybe she’s just contrary because she still doesn’t like Hercules.

Either way, she’s not thrilled with Zeus throwing the Avengers into Hades or that he’s so mad that they escaped, he’d be willing to level Earth.

Meanwhile, the conscious, not horribly injured Avengers (Captain Marvel, Thor, Namor, She-Hulk) go to fight Zeus and his still loyal children (Ares, Dionysus, and Artemis).

Captain Marvel goes right for Zeus but... geez, the man can backhand her even when she’s in light form.

Geez.

Calling himself the Lord of Lightning just aggros Thor, who pops up to get into a lightning contest with Zeus.

Thor: “Mayhap you’ve more respect for the might of another thunder god, red-beard!”

Zeus: “I respect no god who allies himself with mine enemies, Thor!”

Thor: “‘Tis not the Avengers who are your enemies, Zeus... ‘tis your own madness!”

Zeus: “HOW DARE YOU SMITE THE PERSON OF ZEUS!!”

As Thor hammers Zeus into a building, ‘natch.

Captain Marvel nyooms in to back up Thor but Zeus tells Artemis (and Ares and Dionysus) that they deal with the mortals so he can focus on beating the crap out of Thor.

Artemis discovers though that without a sneak attack, the speed of light is much faster than the speed of arrow.

Between panels, Monica even manages to knock out Artemis, although she notes that it took enough voltage to kill several humans to do it.

Meanwhile, Namor fights Ares.

He’s beaten Ares before but that time they were under the sea. So Cap(tain America) tosses his shield to Namor to even the odds.

Captain America is too injured to join the fight anyway. Also, he vanishes as Ares fights Namor. As Doctor Druid vanished while Thor was fighting Zeus.

Better not be the Collector again!

Black Knight comes to his senses just in time to have to dodge Dionysus flying overhead after a She-Hulk punch.

Interestingly, Black Knight is in good shape after the big Zeus explosion and the reason why is that Captain America jumped in front of him to try to shield him.

So now Cap has both legs broken and Black Knight is gaping in confusion at everything happening.

By the way, Hercules (apparently his bed was untouched by the explosion) also vanishes.

And it transpires that Hermes has been super speed snatching people from the fight scene and bringing them to safety so Mysterious Guy (actually Prometheus!) can treat their wounds.

Hermes is actually freaking out at disobeying Zeus to help Prometheus but then Hera arrives with Wasp and tells Hermes that he’s doing what his queen says and she says they’ve got to end Zeus’ madness.

Meanwhile, Wasp sees how badly Captain America is hurt and worries over him but Cap has a good attitude.

Captain America: “They’ll heal, Jan. I’m glad to see you’re all right! Buck up -- we’ll see this through!”

Doctor Druid: “Captain, I’m in awe of your faith!”

Captain America: “We fought our way back from Hades, Druid. Anything is possible!”

Back at the god fight, Captain Marvel has shocked Artemis unconscious, as earlier discussed. She-Hulk has Dionysus in a full nelson. And while Namor is having trouble using Cap’s shield to its full effect, Captain Marvel zaps Ares’ footing, tumbling him into a pool. And Namor has no problem kicking his ass underwater.

Dionysus manages to slip from the full nelson and picks up a big column to whack She-Hulk with. He comments that even though his party lifestyle has softened his body, he’s still plenty strong.

Dionysus: “I may be the god of joy, She-Hulk -- but I can also cause much sorrow!”

Black Knight and Captain Marvel notices that Hephaestus, Venus, Apollo, and Athena are finally rousing. Way after the Avengers who got hit at the same time. Captain Marvel speculates that Zeus hit them harder than he did the mortals which doesn’t make sense but whatever.

Captain Marvel nyooms off to go look for the missing Avengers.

Over with the missing Avengers, Prometheus has decided to try a Dangerous Technique to try and revive Hercules.

He gets all the squishy mortals to move to one corner for safety and then borrows Hermes’ caduceus.

Prometheus: “Hear me, Gaea, mother of us all... grant me the power, the will, and the way to awaken this one’s mind from the sleep of sleeps! Let Hercules again be whole! Let Hercules live!”

Elsewhere on Olympus, Thor continues to fight Zeus, despite his whole ‘no healing, no dying’ curse causing him terrible pain.

Thor: “Though my body be wracked with pain beyond reckoning, I will not die! Will not? Nay, I cannot! Such is the curse of Hela, that no one can slay the son of Odin... not even a god gone mad!”

Zeus: “Mad?! ‘Tis you who must be mad! Why else would you ally yourself with the mortal curs who betrayed my son’s trust? You see in me but the righteous anger of a father wronged! If that be madness -- I WELCOME IT!”

Thor recognizes that Zeus is going into the warrior madness and unless he can be shocked from it, his anger is going to consume all. Which isn’t ideal.

Speaking of shocked, Zeus hits Thor with a massive lightning bolt.

When Thor gets back up anyway (because of Hela’s curse preventing him from dying), Zeus is aggravated. Thor tries to explain Hela’s curse and tries again to explain that Hercules got his own dumb self injured, Zeus just blasts Thor with more lightning.

Zeus: “You shall suffer for those lies! You shall suffer and you shall die!!”

Thor: ‘Dude, I just said I can’t do that.’

Zeus gives it the ol’ college try though, blasting Thor back and forth and complaining that Thor just won’t die.

Zeus: “Perfidious child! Your very existence sullies the memory of noble Odin! I see now the workings of destiny! I have a sacred duty to rip the life from your bones!”

But Captain Marvel rejoins the fight, letting Zeus have a taste of lightning for a change.

Captain Marvel: “Back off, Zeus -- or I’ll do a lot worse than cut your arm! In the name of the Avengers, I order you to surrender!”

Zeus: “You... order me?”

Man, gods hate being ordered.

Thor tells Monica that this is a god fight and no place for mortals. But she tells him tough. She gonna fight Zeus anyway.

Captain Marvel: “We stand or fall together!”

And, look, if there’s a non-god Avenger that can fight on a god fight level, its definitely Monica. Her power set is pretty bonkers.

Zeus tries to blast her (obviously not game for her demand he surrender) but she’s in hologram form and the lightning goes right through her.

He refuses to bother with her if she’s just going to ghost his attacks so she forces him to take her seriously.

BRAK-KA-TA-KROOM!

Man. Lightning explosions make the best noises in Marvel.

The lightning explosion is so massive that it casts hundreds of yards in blinding light.

Despite being blinded, Prometheus completes his healing of Hercules.

Unfortunately, the first thing the prince of power does after waking up is smack Prometheus away and start yelling “TREACHERY!! ENEMIES... EVERYWHERE!!”

So... maybe double check that his brain is working right.

Double unfortunately, Zeus comes out of the giant lightning explosion still standing.

Zeus: “None can defeat the Lord of Olympus! By mine own will, am I invincible!”

... Didn’t Typhon steal all your tendons once?

Monica used as much energy on that lightning explosion as she’d used to take down the shields of the Sanctuary II when the Avengers were fighting Nebula.

So, yeah, she’s tapped out.

Thor at least whispers to her that she surely hurt Zeus more than any mortal has done before. So that’s worth bragging rights at least.

Namor pops in to rejoin the fight, punching Zeus in the back of the head.

Namor: “As long as one Avenger yet stands, we will prevail!”

Good rejoinder, Zeus.

Zeus: “Mortals have grown stronger and more presumptuous of late! ‘Tis clear I must again make my presence felt upon the Earth... that mankind might learn anew the proper respect for... gods!”

She-Hulk, sneaking up behind for a surprise bear hug: “Is a hug respectful enough, Red?”

He blasts her off his back with electricity and she lands in a heap, smoking.

Oof.

Black Knight watched Namor and She-Hulk get brushed aside by Zeus with little effort and so hesitates to jump in himself. He’s just a dude in armor with an extremely cursed sword, after all.

He also wonders how things could possibly get worse. Because Dane is an idiot who loves to tempt fate.

In fairness though, the immediate response to that question is something that was already ongoing so he can’t really be blamed for it.

Healed from his coma, Hercules has apparently been driven into a berserker rage. Despite Captain America’s fears that Hercules isn’t in his right mind and doesn’t recognize the Avengers, Hercules claims he does know them... AS ENEMIES!

Dammit, Prometheus!

Follow @essential-avengers because. Like and reblog also because. Do it for Cap’s shattered femurs.

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crazyk-imagine · 1 year

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GIFS I

Gifs I don’t want to lose :)

Top Gun + Top Gun: Maverick

The Dog fight Scene

More of the scene

More dog fight scene

Hangman & Coyote

Hangman and his darts

Bob in the sky

Hangman during the dog fight

The one time you see the other pilots

An adorable duo

Fritz during the dog fight

Bob’s move

“Hangman in costume”

“College Jake”

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cold blade of silver, his eyes they burn so wild (AO3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Helmut Zemo Rating: Teen+ Tags/Warnings: Bucky’s Metal Arm, Facial Shaving, Unresolved Sexual Tension Summary: Helmut Zemo just wants a fresh shave, and conveniently enough, he happens to be stuck with someone who's very good with blades.

For @buckybarnesbingo Y2: "Kink: Arm Kink"

A/N: My first and likely only time writing these two, so I hope I’ve done them some justice!

“This might be the second dumbest thing you’ve ever done,” Bucky scoffs.

“Is that so?” Zemo’s voice is soft, even, as he finishes tucking the towel into the collar of his shirt while he lays in the reclined chair. “And what exactly do you think is first place then, James?”

“Locking me in a room with you when there’s no one around to stop me from punching you in the face.”

Zemo lifts his head to see the same intense stare the soldier seems to perpetually wear. Likely, it’s meant to scare people, but the coil of power that lies just underneath it is something that thrills Zemo, more than he’d care to admit. Just like the arm is meant to frighten, too – a symbol of unimaginable power.

“If that is your wish, you may do so after,” he answers breezily, knowing just how to get under Bucky’s skin. “But first, it should look presentable.”

There’s a clink of metal on metal as Bucky stops the faucet, sink full of steaming hot water.

“You like living dangerously, don’t you, Zemo?” Bucky taunts, twirling the straight razor in his hand. He handles it with ease, like he does every blade, and Zemo stares for a second too long before he focuses his eyes to the ceiling.

“I like to live luxuriously, James. This is a beautiful escape. Surely, you must know how dearly a man treasures a good, relaxing shave, they did this back in the 30s and 40s didn’t they?”

“The military prohibited beards in the 1930s because the gas masks couldn’t seal properly otherwise,” Bucky informs him flatly.

“... Ah.”

“And there’s nothing relaxing about having a blade to your neck,” Bucky growls, advancing on Zemo. “One wrong move, and I could end your life just like that. That sound luxurious to you?”

“This is why I asked someone who I believe to be quite good with a blade. I have it on good record that you don’t make wrong moves. Not with knives, at least.”

Bucky none too gently takes Zemo’s face in one hand and bores down with stormy blue eyes. “Tread carefully, Zemo. I may have left the killing behind, but I’m starting to think I’d make an exception.”

Zemo lifted his hands in a surrendering motion. “Apologies.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

The former assassin makes no move to actually help, so Zemo wets his fingers the slightest bit before making for the foam. He enjoys the cool, fresh scent of juniper berries and teakwood as lathers it over his face. Wiping his hands off, he looks to Bucky with a slight tilt of his head as if to say ‘well?’

“Fucking hell,” Bucky mumbles under his breath, but dutifully takes his place standing over Zemo. With a deep exhale, he studies the baron peering up at him. He’s never thought of Zemo as fragile per se, but definitely soft. And here, laid beneath him, body pliant and eyes half-lidded like he was halfway to nirvana, it makes Bucky’s jaw loosen. Just a little. “Missed a spot.”

He smears some of the foam from the cheekbone sideways, until it covers the spot just above Zemo’s lip. Maybe if the bathroom wasn’t deadly silent or his hearing wasn’t honed in, he might’ve missed the shuddering of Zemo’s inhale. But he doesn’t and it makes him narrow his eyes at the slighter man. Interesting.

Though he won’t admit it, there is something calming about the way he gets to maneuver a blade that isn’t a weapon.

It is, though, Bucky’s brain supplies (un)helpfully. One cut, an inch and a half deep right over the carotid artery.

Stretching the skin underneath the vibranium fingers, he makes the first swipe, slow and steady along the left side of Zemo’s face, watching as the tuft of white lather gives way for the plump of the man’s cheek. To his credit, Zemo doesn’t move or react to having one of the deadliest men on the planet this close to his neck.

He’d only have five to fifteen seconds. How far would he make it out of this chair? Not far, probably.

Bucky wipes the blade off on a towel and makes the second stroke, completely zeroed in on his task — all methodical movements, one after the next.

Zemo, though, takes the opportunity to admire the soldier, watching his eyes tracking the movements of his hands, focused on the laser-like precision he’s exhibiting.

The fact that he’s yet to have been nicked means there’s some level of safety, right? He wants to keep pressing buttons, to see just how far the limits are. He wants to know what makes Bucky tick, wants to see how deep he can burrow underneath Bucky’s skin. There’s a change in Bucky’s face - the way his eyes get a little dazed and his brow begins to even out as he gets lost in the simplicity of the task at hand. The honed focus of a soldier.

It’s the same look he had at the Princess Bar, the closed off, stoic expression of floating to the back while his body performs all that muscle memory.

The Princess Bar, where Zemo finally witnessed the strength of a super soldier up close.

Zemo, against all odds, relaxes into the chair, his eyes half-shut as he pretends to be looking over James’ shoulder as opposed to studying the colour of the steadfast eyes on him. The strokes continue down his face, the hard, cool vibranium hand warming up against his skin as James pulls his skin taut.

Super soldiers shouldn’t exist, they are unnatural and yet Zemo has always had a soft spot for this one in particular… with his strong jawline and fierce blue eyes. So, yes, James is an exception.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, keeping the movement of his lips to a minimum.

“… What.” Bucky pauses, blade readied for the next swipe. He’s just about halfway down, which leaves one half of Zemo’s face deliciously cool.

“The way you handle the blade,” Zemo clarifies, lying through his teeth. He looks up and it feels a hell of a lot like getting caught.

Bucky’s not an idiot. They’re close enough that Bucky can see Zemo’s pupils widening, close enough that he can hear the rushing of Zemo’s blood as his heart rate picks up. For all that Zemo is cool and collected, he simply can’t hide the physiological response he has to the presence above him. Bucky finishes the stroke, Zemo now feeling fresh, and soft.

“You play a dangerous game, baron,” Bucky says, finally, a little too wickedly. Like he knows he’s won something. Like he’s the cat chasing a mouse.

“What can I say? As you said, I like to live life on the edge,” he responds, finding he doesn’t much care that he’s the mouse in this situation, hands coming up to inspect – no, admire – the handiwork, feeling nothing but smooth skin. He takes the damp towel and cleans off the residue, leaving him pleasantly refreshed.

Bucky walks closer, stopping Zemo’s attempt to get out of the chair. Slow and steady, his hand moves to Zemo’s throat, the black and gold lines mesmerizing as his arm moves. There’s the faintest of squeezes, just barely enough for Zemo to register pressure as the soldier looks down with a hungry gaze, eyes flicking to Zemo’s mouth.

“Watch yourself, Zemo.” Bucky’s voice is low and predatory, leaving Zemo struggling to keep his calm demeanour. “You might regret those words.”

He swallows audibly, his Adam’s apple bobbing against that beautiful trap around his throat that is Bucky’s hand. “I think not,” he replies, voice breathless.

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