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imaginedanvrs · 2 months

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a galaxy stands between us

part 2 l masterlist

summary: adjusting from one enclosure to another proves challenging when you're unsure who to trust

word count: 4.5k

warnings: mentions of past confinement, allusions to schizophrenia

“Thor’s basically an alien and he looks like a regular dude,” Tony stated as he tinkered with his newest helmet model, seemingly the most relaxed at what the team might be keeping in their med bay. “Carol Danvers is half alien and looks normal when she’s not glowing,” he continued.

“Neither of those things are true,” Natasha corrected, having talked to the younger captain about her human-kree dna ratio in the past.

“It doesn’t matter if she’s from this planet or not,” Steve said. “What matters is what she’s capable of. What if she has powers like Wanda or a hulk like Bruce that she can’t control?”

“Her name is y/n,” Wanda input. “But you’re right,” she agreed, surprising everyone in the room to hear her say. “What then? Will you send her to S.H.I.E.L.D to lock her up? Will you put another collar on her? You know what happens when people try to control something because they’re afraid of it,” the Sokovian argued adamantly. Natasha couldn’t help but look at her partner with pride as they both stood in your corner. “You can wait for those test results, but I’m going to talk to y/n,” she declared to the room and left no room for anyone to stop her.

“Just let us try,” Natasha added, seeing the discontent on Steve’s face as he watched them both leave and turned his attention back to the records on screen. You had graduated high school five years prior and had been accepted into a university you had never gotten the chance to attend. There were legitimate files of you entering the foster system as a baby and the circumstances of which were unclear but it seemed you’d be abandoned. Natasha had been the one to point out that from Earth or not, you had spent enough time on the planet to at least have the rights of a human.

Meanwhile, you were adjusting to foreign feeling of being more conscious than you could recall being in a significantly long time. The world had a piercingly clear filter placed over it that you had once taken for granted. Still, it was entirely overwhelming when your attention was drawn to every minor aspect of your surroundings that you never would have taken any notice of before. You could have sworn you were able to count how many chemicals went into creating the overly sterile smell that was entrapped in the room with you. You could hear the faint hum of the lights hanging over you like a fly you couldn’t swat away and the brightness that came with it was even worse. What’s more, you could feel the cold breeze coming through the air conditioning that was making the hairs on your arms stand like tiny spikes. The only good thing that came from your reawakened senses was your ability to appreciate just how soft the sheets below you were. You hadn’t stopped bunching them up in your fists ever since you woke up.

It was strange, not being able to remember what it felt like to have full awareness of your surroundings. Unfortunately, the one aspect of your mind that remained was the part you wanted gone the most.

“It’s an improvement,” your stubborn companion told you as he stalked around the edge of the room and inspected everything he laid his orange eyes on. “Just don’t trust them,” he said. You didn’t respond, all too aware of the camera blinking in the corner of the room. You didn’t know who these people were, but you were sure it wouldn’t be ideal if they saw you talking to someone who wasn’t there. You needed to keep that to yourself, at least until you knew what they wanted from you. “And don’t look weak,” he added as he spotted the two women venturing down the corridor towards your room that they stepped into with ease, making you suddenly very aware of how easy it would be to come and go from the room as you pleased. You rubbed your wrists subconsciously where your cuffs had turned them red. No chains either.

Neither of the women were dressed in the usual white coats or tunics you were used to seeing. They wore casual clothing, and carried a similar pair, as though they had invited you into their own home like an abandoned stray they found on the streets. Though neither was standing overly close to you, the subtle scent of oak and vanilla drifted across subtly and was a welcomed change from the smell of chemicals. Combined with the looks of sheer curiosity, they did little to intimidate you and you wondered if that was worth trusting.

“How are you feeling?” The first woman spoke. You couldn’t say for sure, but if you had to guess you would say the women before you were the ones that had taken you from your old room. You swallowed the dryness in your mouth that shifted to your throat and nodded, holding no faith in your inactive voice box to give them an audible response. The redhead seemed to notice and glanced at the full water jug on the table next to you.

“That water’s for you,” she offered, less smiley than the brunette though her sincerity was still present. You nodded again, not about to tell her that thirst was normal ever since you had started being peg fed. Surely they had seen the small tube across your stomach. “And so are the clothes,” she added as she placed them down on the edge of the bed. They looked to be a set of comfortable sweatpants and shirt.

“I’m Wanda, by the way, and this is Natasha,” the brunette chipped in as she sat down in the chair next to your bed. Natasha lingered for a moment before taking the seat next to her. Wanda noticed your hesitancy as you regarded them both. “Don’t worry, she’s not as scary as she looks.” At this, the redhead cracked a smile towards the floor while the bear man grunted in acknowledgment, still wandering the perimeter. “We want to help you, y/n,” Wanda said with a sincerity you really hoped was genuine. You didn’t want to let yourself get too hopeful, nor would your embodied conscious let you, yet the pair brought an undeniably hint of calm upon you that wasn’t artificial for once.

“And to do that we need to know if you have any abilities we should know about,” Natasha added.

“Don’t,” the bear man warned and you had to resist the urge to look at him because you couldn’t answer that question with absolute certainty. You knew that you had done something all those years ago, something bad, but you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what. Of whatever had transpired, you could only remember the screams.

You shook your head but your lying skills were horribly out of practice. “They know,” the draped man said at once and you winced.

“Okay,” Natasha replied as the pair resisted exchanging a glance at your misinformation. They didn’t put it against you, betting they would both have done the same in your situation. Just because you had been taken away from one hell didn’t mean you hadn’t been placed into another.

“Try and get some sleep. We’ll talk again tomorrow,” Natasha continued as she stood up from the chair. Wanda did the same as you looked as though you wanted to say something. You chewed your gums, considering the request you wanted to make. “Is there anything else you need?” The redhead asked.

“Han…handcuffs,” you croaked, barely recognising your own voice.

“What are you doing?” The bear man objected with a fierce glare.

“That’s not necessary,” Wanda insisted, noting how you rubbed your wrists and able to connect the dots.

“Okay,” Natasha said instead, reaching into the drawers kept by the door as her girlfriend shared the bear man’s displeasure. They both stared holes into the back of Natasha’s head as she slipped the cuffs around your left wrist loosely and attached it to the other bed rail and waited for you to offer your other wrist.

“No, Nat-” Wanda frowned at the redhead’s actions, unable to determine where they had stemmed from.

“I’m putting the key here, okay? If you want them taken off you can ask anyone that comes in,” Natasha informed you as she placed the key down on the bedside table just slightly out of your reach.

“Get them off!” The bear man hissed but you paid him no mind as you felt the weight of the cuffs. They were far lighter and looser than what you were used to and you had to tell yourself that it was a good thing. It wasn’t normal to sleep restrained, you knew that, but years of having the habit forced upon you was surprisingly alarming to break once you had the opportunity. Besides, it was going to be your first night sleeping without sedation or high security since… Well, you couldn’t risk the safety of the people that you may owe a great deal to.

“Than’ you,” you muttered, missing how Wanda’s features softened at your relief before following her partner out of the room in silence.

It wasn’t until they made it back to their own room that Natasha finally answered the unasked question that had followed them. “I needed them too after I left the red room,” she said simply. “We had to sleep in cuffs as well,” she added as Wanda listened intently and met her girlfriend’s soft eyes that only ever came out in that room. Wanda didn’t respond immediately, opting to close the distance between them by trailing her hands up Natasha’s arms until they snaked around her neck. “Being in a new place can be scary so sometimes you just need some familiarity.”

“Thank you for telling me,” the brunette murmured gently. Natasha smiled back and brought her lips to Wanda’s in a tender kiss. “I know it’s not easy,” she added, brushing her nose against the Russian’s. “I’m glad you were there, I don’t know if I would have said yes to her,” she admitted. Natasha hummed.

“You want to help her, so do I,” she stated.

“It might be easier said than done,” Wanda said as she considered the weight of what they had taken on. She didn’t regret any of it by any means, but they hadn’t anticipated finding anything like you at that base and weren’t sure how to adapt. Wanda thought she could understand how it felt to be in your place, but seemingly the spy once shared the same mentality you did.

“Undoubtedly, but we’ll figure it out,” Natasha assured as she rested her hands comfortably on Wanda’s waist. “We always do.”

“Have you seen this?” Bruce asked as he picked up the glass slide that held several drops of your blood on before peering over at the small tube that contained the rest, alarmed to find it in the same state.

“Is that y/n’s blood?” Tony picked up the tube and gazed at the blue liquid inquisitively. They hadn’t even started looking at the results of the tests that had just come through before they spotted the bizarre substance. “I don’t remember it being blue when we took it.”

“It wasn’t,” Bruce said with certainty as he ventured over to the computer screens in hopes of getting some answers. “But it’s certainly different.”

“Radiation maybe?” Tony suggested.

“More like reptile,” the scientist said as he highlighted the most unique traits that the computer identified. “I thought this would give us some answers but now I just have a million more questions,” he huffed as he leant back to examine the screens from a distance. “And I still have no idea what kind of containment we need to prepare.”

“Just don’t mention that around Romanoff and Maximoff,” Tony muttered as his phone chimed in his pocket. It was a message from Steve, calling both of them to the conference room along with an invitation to join a call between the captain and FuturGenus. It took Tony a second to realise that must be where you had come from and swiftly accepted the call.

“Stark,” he answered as he beckoned Bruce to follow him.

“Mr Stark, I’m glad you could join us,” a corporate voice replied.

“They want y/n back,” Steve was quick to inform, evidently haven talked to the organisation long enough already.

“In the interest of everyone’s safety,” the spokesman added calmly.

“Except y/n’s, right?” Tony said, far past caring for any retributions that would come with being so blunt.

“Gentleman, I don’t think you understand what exactly you are keeping in your home.”

“Then explain it to us,” Bruce interjected as he listened in.

“That’s confidential,” the voice said with a practised ease. “If you hand it- Ms l/n back then we can resume our assessment of-”

“I think y/n can decide where she wants to stay,” Steve said at once. He may not have been the biggest fan of you staying in the base, but there was no way he would willingly hand you back to FuturGenus.

“Very well, you can’t say we never tried,” the spokesman threatened just as Tony and Bruce entered the conference room only for the phone to hang up.

“Please tell me you’ve found something,” the blonde sighed as he pinched the space between his eyes. The scientists looked at each other, only certain of one thing.

“She’s cold-blooded.”

You stared down at the plate on the table over your lap with some scepticism, unsure of what exactly the contents of the meal entailed. You could tell that whoever had prepared and plated the dish had done their best to make it look as appetising as possible, but that was no easy feat to accomplish with the three small piles. One of the doctors, you couldn’t remember her name, had told you she didn’t believe you needed a peg tube anymore as they had no intention of sedating you. That meant you could go back to eating the normal food you had missed but that you needed to ease your body back into it, starting with puree. Once you could show them you could handle it, they would take the tube out.

Fortunately, the food was at least warm, taking your mind momentarily off of the insistent air conditioning that was still giving your goosebumps. You picked up the spoon, stumbling for a few moments as you worked to reawaken your muscle memory and began eating. Maybe it was because it was the first thing that had touched your tastebuds except for blood in years, but it was really fucking good food. The small portion was gone in under a minute.

You hadn’t seen the bear man all morning, a promising sign that he wouldn’t always be by your side or lingering at the front of your mind. It was far more peaceful without him and allowed your attention to continuously be drawn to the window along the wall behind you. It was a panel piece of glass that wouldn’t open and it was only about three feet long but you didn’t mind, glad that it provided you a chance to see the sky outside. There were a few clouds that you had watched pass by gradually, but generally it was a clear day. You used to always make sure you went outside on a day like that, even for a little while, so that you wouldn’t feel too cooped up once the sun went down.

Noticing that the hallway outside of your room was deserted, you moved your covers back with uncertainty, waiting for someone to walk by and demand you get back into bed. Five minutes passed and no one came, so you dropped your bare feet onto the chilled floor and padded along to the window that was too high up for you to lean against but not so much that it was above your chin.

You had no idea where you were, but the building was surrounded by more luscious green than you had ever seen in your life. Just outside was a vast field that looked to be about the size of a football pitch and it was bordered by a dense forest that stretched on for as far as you could see from the third or fourth floor. It was incredible. Your muscles ache to explore everything that you lay your eyes on, while your mind warned of the dangers of leaving. Going out into the world was a luxury you no longer possessed, but it was nice to imagine for a second what it would be like to be out there, unaware of the faint smile that crept onto your lips as you enabled the fantasy.

You were, somehow, a hazard.

However, not everyone shared that belief.

Natasha was pleased to see you out of bed as she strolled down the corridor to your temporary room. She paused once she reached the door, considering whether or not to leave you alone for a while before deciding that your circumstances didn’t really leave much room for that. The Russian knew that the team was getting angsty over the uncertainty of what you were capable of, even if she didn’t yet know how willing to defend you they were.

Once she turned the door handle, you spun around in a start to face Natasha with wide eyes. “It’s alright,” she assured at once and you visibly calmed upon recognising the redhead. “You can get out of bed. You can come out of the room too if you want,” she continued. “Even outside,” she said even though she knew she shouldn’t. You shook your head, unwilling to risk any harm that Natasha didn’t seem to think you were capable of inducing. She nodded respectfully.

“Mind if I sit?” She asked and it was then that you noticed the pack of playing cards in her hands. Intrigued, you shook your head again. “Wanda’s finishing paperwork from the other day and she’s kind of been kicking my ass at cards lately,” Natasha explained as she began to shuffle through the deck. “You up for a game?” She asked so nonchalantly that you didn’t need to think about it. You didn’t verbally respond, but you went back and perched on the bed with the table between you with clear interest. “Great, do you know Go Fish?”

After Natasha reminded you of the rules of the game, you spent a while playing comfortably. It felt good to be playing a card game again. It felt normal and Natasha treated it as much. She won more than you, not feeling the need to take any pity on how out of practice you were by throwing any of the matches. You had no idea how much time had passed or how many games you had played before Natasha started making comments out of the game as you played.

“How are your wrists?” She asked as they were only a little scratched instead of raw and scabbing.

“Okay,” you said with that same scratchiness that didn’t seem to be going away.

“We should get you some throat soothers,” Natasha quipped when she noticed, earning her a small smile as you continued to look at the cards.

“Only…eating puree,” you told her.

“Cho said that’s just temporary,” she pointed out. You nodded and placed down a winning card. Natasha huffed and let you take all of the cards to reshuffle them. “Did the cuffs help you sleep?” You glanced at her, weighing the honesty in your mind.

“Yes,” you hesitated. “The bed is…very soft,” you commented and lucky Natasha caught on to what you were implying.

“Too soft,” she finished for you. You nodded. “We can move you somewhere more comfortable.” You slowed the shuffling, considering what another move could mean. “If you don’t like the rooms, you don’t have to stay in them,” Natasha told you simply. You took a chance and looked the spy straight in the eye, hoping you would be able to detect any false promises. Deciding to believe her, you nodded and dealt the cards again. “But we need to know if there are any adaptations we should make.” You didn’t respond. “For any abilities,” she added.

“I don’t know what I can do,” you told her slowly but looked at her as you spoke, hoping that she would know you weren’t lying. “But I know it’s bad.”

“I don’t think so,” Natasha said simply. “I think you’ve just spent long enough being told that to believe it,” she continued, remembering how that felt and how long it could take to be convinced otherwise.

You really hoped she was right.

“Come on, let's find you somewhere better to stay,” Natasha invited as she stood up from the seat. You hesitated, peering down the corridor and considering your options before deciding that risks or not, you wanted to make the most of your compacted freedom.

Natasha concealed a smile of triumph when she saw you slide out of the bed, not wanting to make a big deal out of the small win, and led you down the corridor at a leisurely pace. The redhead pointed out the different rooms and sections of the base to you as you passed even though she knew it took a while to learn the base’s layout, occasionally comparing the building to the tower the team used to reside in. The Avengers had come together shortly after you were taken so you took her word for the comparisons blindly.

You didn’t cross paths with anyone until you reached the rooms. All of the communal areas, kitchens and corridors that you crossed were deserted though Natasha didn’t mention why. You had questioned it as you ventured throughout the building, just never aloud. Truthfully, you had a few questions about the base but figured as they were purely down to curiosity it would be best to keep them to yourself. The main one being, who the hell were these people?

“And these are the rooms,” Natasha announced at the front of two corridors. “The boys are down there but they all have their own homes so they usually just use them for crashing in after missions,” she explained, only giving you more questions. “But me and Wanda stay here,” she said simply, offering no explanation as to why they didn’t feel the need to have a home away from their workplace.

As if she had heard her name being mentioned, Wanda came through the closest door and smiled upon noticing you and Natasha. “That’s our room,” the redhead informed. Oh? Five years in captivity had really thrown off your gaydar.

“Cool,” you muttered, glad you had at least something in common with the two women.

“You can take any of these rooms.” You peered down the corridor, counting five doors in total. Were they all the same? Were some of them safer than others? Maybe it would be best if you went to the end room in case anything happened.

Wanda noted your silent anguish. “The one next to us has a pretty good view,” she told you as she opened up the door in question. You followed on without much convincing and took in the space before you. Judging by the rest of the building, you had half expected it to be much larger than it was but you were relieved to find that wasn’t the case. Similarly, there were no obnoxiously large windows across the walls and they were instead placed at head height and large enough to let a generous amount of natural light in while still giving you privacy. There was a made up double bed in the centre, a desk, ensuite, tv and what you presumed to be a closet. You had never had any of those possessions or amenities before. Now you were being offered them all and you still weren’t sure what it was you needed to do to make your keep or how long they wanted to put you up. Did they just want to keep running tests on you? Did they want to keep you away from the public? Were they hoping to benefit from your mystery abilities? These were questions you couldn’t keep pondering in silence because the anticipation of what was next was killing you.

“What is this place?” You asked slowly as you faced the two women in the doorway.

“The Avenger’s base?” Natasha answered.

“What’s the Avengers?” You continued when neither showed signs of being irritated by your questioning.

“We’re a team that was brought together to do some good,” the redhead said. “That’s not to say that we all haven’t made mistakes. We’ve all messed up at one point or another, but now we’re trying to use our skills and abilities to fight where we need to and help where we can.”

“Abilities?” You frowned. Natasha glanced at Wanda who lifted her right hand and suddenly produced a small bloom of red flecks that swirled around her fingertips like some kind of lifeform. You didn’t say anything, but your awe was evident by your slightly parted lips and mesmerised gaze. Wanda smiled at your reaction and let the red disperse, planning on showing you more some other time when you might not be so overwhelmed.

“What else?” You asked at once, taking both of them by surprise.

“Steve and Bucky are strong, Sam can fly,” Wanda began to list. “Vision is a robot.”

“Clint can shoot arrows but he claims to be retired,” Natasha added. “Then there are the ones that are more…part time,” she summarised.

“What about you?” You inquired.

“Spy,” she shrugged nonchalantly and you couldn't help but let a faint smile slip through at the sheer absurdity of it all. Yet you believed every word. There wasn’t much else to go on.

“Right,” you muttered. “And where do I fit into all this?”

“That’s what we want to figure out,” Wanda replied, knowing that it was all a lot to take in. What if you can’t? You wanted to ask but decided against it once you realised you might get an answer you didn’t want.

“Okay,” you settled with, though your shaky exhale wasn’t missed.

“We’ll give you some space,” Wanda said. “But if you need anything you know where we’ll be,” she offered with a sincere smile.

“Thanks,” you said before they closed the door. You gave the room another glance over before heading to the bathroom where you found the compact walk-in shower that you had hoped to discover. Without a moment’s delay, you lay down on the hard plastic floor and tried to focus on the inclusion and faint coolness felt through your clothes. You curled your knees up to your chest and hugged them tight, hoping against all odds that you could provide the Avengers with whatever they were looking for.

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simplyholl · 7 months

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Out of My System Pt 7

Summary: Loki doesn't understand Thor's attraction to Midgardians. Until he meets you.

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Angst. Pregnancy.

W/C: 846

A/N: Sorry this is so short! I’ve been crazy busy with the Whore-O-Ween stuff.

Out of My System Masterlist

You were shaking with excitement. Odin had agreed to let you visit Asgard on Loki and Thor’s next trip. You didn’t know what you were most excited about, meeting his mother or seeing the place where he grew up.

There was also another reason you were excited. You were hiding a pretty big secret. You had found out earlier in the week that you’re pregnant. You weren’t exactly keeping the news from Loki, you just wanted to find the right time to tell him. You thought that the opportunity would present itself on your trip.

Frigga was everything you imagined and so much more. She welcomed you with open arms. You loved her already. As soon as she saw you, she gave you a knowing smile. A mother always knows. Loki left the two of you alone to talk, and she asked if he knew the second he walked out.

She was almost more excited than you. The next day, she gifted you with Asgardian baby gowns in Loki’s colors. You hid them in your bag so Loki wouldn’t find them. You walked around the palace after you ate looking for Loki.

You stumble upon Sif and another lady. “Have you seen Loki?” “He was seen in the garden with Rose earlier.” She smirked and you thanked her, making your way to the garden. “Poor dear, Loki brought her all the way from Midgard and he’s already seeing someone behind her back. He and Rose used to be an item centuries ago. You know what they say, old flames die hard.”

You couldn’t believe what she was saying. You were only a few steps away, surely they meant for you to hear it. But you knew Loki, and he wouldn’t cheat on you. You hurried outside, spotting Loki sitting on a bench with Rose. You could hear her obnoxious giggle as she climbed into his lap.

Shocked, you got on your hands and knees crawling to a nearby bush. You hid behind it so you could spy on them. There had to be a logical explanation for why she was in his lap. Maybe she got hurt and he was helping her.

“A Midgardian, Loki? I thought even you had standards. She’s not even that pretty. You could have your choice of any Asgardian woman. Why don’t we go back to my cottage? It will be just like old times. I’ll do that thing you like.” She purred.

You shake with anger. How dare she? You peak through the bush waiting for Loki’s response. This should be good. He wouldn’t let anyone say anything bad about you. Loki takes her loose curl between his fingers placing it behind her ear. “That’s quite a tempting offer-“

Rage consumes you. You stand, giving away your hiding spot. You stomp over to them, not caring how crazy you looked. If looks could kill, they would both be dead. “Darling, what are you -“ You don’t give Loki the chance to finish. “Get your ass up!” You shout at her. She looks from you to Loki. This must be how Bruce feels when he turns into the Hulk. Damn these pregnancy hormones. You grab Rose’s arm and sling her to the ground.

“Oh!” She shouts as her body lands hard with a thud. “Loki, please help me, she’s assaulted me!” She whines. Loki takes one step toward her, but stops when he sees how angry you are. “You’re lucky that’s all I did!” She gets up with a huff, running in the opposite direction.

“Darling, I can explain. It’s not what it looked like.” Your hand meets his cheek before you can think. He brings his hand to it, shocked. “What’s the matter with you?” He questions. “Me? What about you? I heard her trashing me and you didn’t defend me once! She propositioned you, Loki. An offer I heard you accept.” He places his hand on yours, and you jerk away from his touch.

“I was so foolish to think this could work, that I’d ever be enough for you. You didn’t even like Earth women, Loki. I don’t know why I thought I was any different.” You fight back tears, refusing to let him see you cry. “You better go after her.”

You sob the entire way back to Loki’s chamber. Hand on your non-existent baby bump, you think of all that could’ve been, all that he had ruined. “It’s just you and me from now on. I’m sorry your dad’s such an asshole. I’ve always had horrible taste in men. I just thought he was different.” You cried harder remembering that you slapped him. “I’m going to give birth in Asgardian jail because I assaulted Prince Jackass!” You wailed.

Loki gave you some time to calm down. He knew he couldn’t talk to you when you were so angry. He was about to refuse Rose’s advances and defend you when you popped out of the bushes like a mad woman.

“Mother, have you seen her? I’ve been looking everywhere.” Frigga frowned at him. “She went back to Midgard, Loki. Thor accompanied her per my request.” Loki runs a hand through his hair looking frustrated. “Why would you send Thor? Why wouldn’t you send for me?” He shouted. Frigga placed a dainty hand on her son’s shoulder. “You’ve done enough today. What were you thinking? You should have known what it would look like.”

When he reached his chambers, he noticed you left your bag. He missed you and he wasn’t sure if he could fix this. You were so angry with him, and you had every right to be. He decided to go through your bag, hoping to find something that smelled like you.

He picked out a hoodie, bringing it to his nose for comfort. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his colors. He knew you didn’t have anything like that, so his curiosity got the best of him. He lifted the small items out of your bag. Realizing what they were, he was shocked.

He thought back, remembering how you had gotten sick smelling your favorite food. You were sick quite often lately, but you told him it was a stomach flu. Why hadn’t you told him? Perhaps you didn’t want a child with him. You hadn’t been dating for very long. A child would change your relationship. One thing was for certain, he had to get back to you.

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dontcallmecarrie · 2 months

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ye olde Stress(TM) Reaction strikes again, aka the start of this was sitting in my drafts for weeks because my brain hates me apparently:

“So...considering how last time went, why are we being dragged into this?” Steve Rogers heard Clint ask, and he tried not to freeze or blush, and, if Natasha was anything to go by, failed miserably at both.

“I mean,” Clint continued and it took far more willpower than it should have to not glare at the teammate who regularly ate whipped cream out of the can because he should not be sounding so amused, “after what happened, why are the Avengers being invited, again?”

Alright, that did it— but before Steve could do more than turn to give his teammate the same glare he normally reserved for when Loki destroyed the top part of his uniform again, Agent Coulson gave a very tired sigh and spoke.

“Partly because multiple ambassadors liked your response time when the pink elephants made an appearance on the premises, partly because von Doom specifically requested you all. By name.”

Across the table, Tony gave an incredulous scoff as he leaned back and crossed his arms. “And what, you’re letting a literal dictator call the shots?”

“Grumpy because he mentioned you too, aren’t you.” Clint smirked before Agent Coulson could say anything else, and Steve really, really tried not to scowl. Honest.

However, he couldn’t help but notice the way Tony’s expression went suspiciously blank, and something in the pit of his stomach clenched as Tony shifted in his seat a little.

“Okay, so maybe we weren’t finished before Loki interrupted. I didn’t hear any of you guys complaining.”

“That was you ‘gathering intel’?” Natasha asked, and Steve pointedly ignored her sidelong glance, “I thought you were looking pretty friendly there. Way more emotion than we’ve ever seen from von Doom before, anyway.”

Steve couldn’t help but snort. Understatement of the century, Steve hadn’t missed the venom in von Doom’s glare. If not for Loki barging in when he did, there would have been an international incident, and Steve wouldn’t have regretted it one bit.

“As... controversial as he is,” Agent Coulson rubbed his temples for a moment, “Latveria’s a very hot commodity right now, and State Department’s pushing for trade agreements. We can’t afford to alienate him.”

Everyone looked at him, and he fought to keep his shoulders from rising up. “If he’s got a problem with one of my team, don’t expect me to play nice.”

“My hero,” Tony rolled his eyes and so missed the way Clint’s shoulders shuddered, “Steve, I had it under control.”

“Nay, lord Stark.” Thor cut in, and Steve did not miss the way Agent Coulson’s eye twitched even as Clint got a very sudden and convenient coughing fit as the resident alien continued, “I am afraid you did not. I may not be familiar with Midgardian politics, but I do not believe duels are as acceptable here as they are back home.”

Everyone paused at that, and the silence was abrupt enough to startle Doctor Banner out of his reverie.

“Wait, what happened?” He asked, looking up from his tablet, and Steve couldn’t help but envy the fact that he was exempt from this. Sure, the risk of having the Hulk at a UN function would have been nothing less than a recipe for disaster, but at least Steve wouldn’t be suffering though this alone— case in point, this entire debrief.

“Oh, just how Tony almost caused an international incident last time.” Natasha said and Bruce made a strange face for a second before he peered over his glasses to look at everyone else around the table.

“Well, is Justin going to be at this next one?”

All eyes were now on Tony, who scowled and looked away even as he replied, “It’s one of the annual year-end fundraisers, of course he’s going to be there.”

Agent Coulson let out a slow breath. “You are certain you cannot convince him otherwise?”

Tony’s shoulders hunched almost imperceptibly. “It’s tradition at this point. Everyone knows I’m going to be there, so he’s going— and I’ll save us both the time, the man’s about as stubborn as I am.”

“You’re sure about that?” Clint asked, gaze suddenly sharp and the look he shared with Agent Coulson and Natasha abruptly reminded Steve of the exact circumstances in which Iron Man was born.

“The number things I’ve seen him accomplish out of sheer spite is...” Tony trailed off, before he shook his head and looked around the table. “It’s something. Pretty sure the only reason Hammer Industries didn’t come out with another element after I did is because it’d be breaking the laws of physics, and even then part of me was half-expecting otherwise.”

#No Hero [Downward Descending]#No Hero [And Not Made Of Stone]#3 am musings #My writing

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daniraevys · 2 years

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Science BFFs

Bruce Banner and Tony Stark have such beautiful friendship and I'm just tearing up everytime I see Bruce being sad about Tony in She-Hulk Ep 1.

From the moment they meet they finish each other sentences whether it be about science theories or just quips.

Tony (to Bruce when they first meet): Finally someone who speaks English.

Tony is the first avenger to try to understand Hulk and show that he is not wary. In essence he accepts Hulk.

He also helps Bruce see that maybe Hulk is not all bad.

Bruce is comfortable around Tony and actually enjoys himself after being on the run for a long time.

Even Bruce's subconscious(or alter-ego) recognizes their bond. So Hulk saves Tony in Avengers!

They both spend a lot of time doing science things after Avengers 1 when Bruce stays at the Stark Tower.

After the mess in Iron Man 3, Tony goes to Bruce when dealing with his trauma.

We can see that Bruce is still in Stark Tower even after Iron Man 3.

In Age of Ultron, Tony trust only Bruce to know about the Ultron project and asks him for help.

Of all the Avengers, Bruce is the only one who could understand what the loss of JARVIS meant for Tony.

Bruce trusts Tony to stop Hulk if things ever get out of hands, thus they build Hulkbuster together.

They have an argument after Ultron is created, but in the end they join hands when they create Vision.

Tony looks for Bruce after Age of Ultron. He misses his best friend.

In Civil War, Natasha and Tony bond over missing Bruce.

In Thor Ragnarok, we see that Tony's codename for Bruce in the Quinjet is Strongest Avenger!

After Bruce wears Tony's clothes, he is hopeful that maybe even Tony is here to get him.

In Infinity War, Tony is shocked to see Bruce and we can see he really missed him. Tony forgets all about his surrounding and just returns the hug.

After losing to Thanos and getting thrown in the Sanctum, Bruce doesn't know any of these people. Thus when he sees Tony he is so emotional and initiates a hug.

Tony is worried when Bruce can't transform to Hulk, thus he asks Wong to send him to a different location.

Bruce has access to Tony's armour and technology, we can see him using Hulk Buster in Infinity War.

In She-Hulk we can see that Bruce and Tony kept in touch during the Blip.

Tony builds a specialized lab for Bruce because he needs a safe space after all the disaster in Sakaar, Asgard and the snap.

Tony visited Bruce in his lab and they both built a bar together.

During the five years of Blip they rebuilt their friendship and Tony visited Bruce to whine about Steve.

They both carve their initials on Bruce's bar table.

We can actually see Bruce crying during Tony's funeral.

Bruce says he is called Smart Hulk and I'm pretty sure it was Tony who gave him that name.

Bruce keeps a piece of Iron Man armour as memento for Tony.

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strawwritesfic · 2 years

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Bruce Banner x Female!Reader: Wine

Summary: Bruce’s kindness shouldn’t surprise you anymore, but it’s most touching when you least expect it.

Rating/Tags: All (Post-Avengers (2012); pre-Avengers: Age of Ultron; not canon compliant; pregnancy announcement; pregnant!reader; Pepper & Reader; Tony & Bruce; Pepper & Tony & Bruce & Reader; Tony/Pepper; fluff)

Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Wine

You didn’t feel nervous until you found yourself checking the table for the fifteenth time that night. Nothing had changed: the food was still warm, the ice mostly un-melted, the napkins perfectly arranged. There was absolutely nothing more you could do until Bruce got home. That was a problem. You no longer had anything to distract you from your thoughts–and your thoughts were not of the comforting sort.

That night could have been the night that everything good about your life came crashing down around your ears. Your life was constantly balancing on the edge of knife as it was, but now? Now it teetered on that knife edge, wildly back and forth, back and forth as you tried to convince yourself one minute that things would be fine and the next to prepare for the worst.

The pacing from the kitchen to the dining room to the entrance hall wasn’t helping matters. On your eighteenth lap, you forced yourself into one of the empty chairs at the table and lifted your trembling hands to your eyes.

This was a high moment. You had to calm down. If you didn’t, he would know as soon as he walked in the door and the game would be up before it even started. Why were you so worried anyhow? You had been with Bruce for how long? Even the Hulk was used to you, trying nothing worse than enthusiastic cuddling whenever he appeared.

Still, you would hate to be the cause of Bruce losing control like that. He would be so disappointed in himself, not to mention disappointed in you. Exhaling did nothing to relieve the pressure in your chest. You tried Bruce’s breathing exercises, too, but those helped less. They only made you think of Bruce, of how it was nearly seven o’ clock and he should have been home by then, of how someone must have told him, of how he was either trying to figure out how best to break things off or already somewhere in a foreign country disappearing into the crowd.

Just as your fear hit such a pitch that you were seriously considering finding yourself a paper bag to breathe into, your phone beeped.

You rocketed up from where you had had your head between your knees. Your phone remained in the kitchen, but you moved so quickly that that hardly mattered. It was a good thing it was just a text and not a call; by then, you were shaking so hard that you wouldn’t have been able to hold the phone up to your ear. Good news, though-no, maybe bad?-it wasn’t Bruce’s name that popped up next to the message notification. It was Pepper’s.

Is he home yet?

For a moment, you were incapable of answering, mostly afraid of what she would say when you answered. Pepper was the one person you had trusted with the secret, way back at nine o’ clock that morning, when you were excited rather than terrified out of your mind.

Maybe you should have accepted her offer to spend the rest of the morning at the tower. You had declined at the time because you didn’t think Bruce would want to get the news over lunch with Pepper and Tony. Unfortunately, this had only given you the quiet time in which to recall every single fear Bruce had ever admitted to having in regards to this very situation.

No, you confessed at last.

Luckily, Pepper wouldn’t be able to read the misery in that single word. If she’d called, she would have had to listen to you struggle not to cry.

Maybe mood-reading was her superpower, though, because it took less than two seconds before she sent back an attempt at encouragement: I went up there twenty minutes ago and told Tony it was getting late and Bruce had to go home. He’ll be there any minute.

I hope you’re right.

I’m always right. Ask Tony. He whined about letting his friend go home, but he's going to kick himself when he finds out what he was keeping Bruce from.

Oh, God. You could just imagine Tony being more excited than Bruce. Talking things up. Pressuring Bruce to do what Tony wanted. In Tony Stark’s opinion, this would probably be the best thing to happen to Bruce since the Hulk. Oh, God.

Pepper, your fingers rattled off, maybe I shouldn’t–

Someone opened the front door. Someone? Who were you kidding? Only two other people had keys to the house, and one was the woman you were in the middle of texting. Your brain didn’t seem to be functioning as well as usual that night. The phone slipped from your hands as you gasped–and Bruce heard. You could tell by the concern in his greeting:

“[Name]?”

“I’m fine!” you shouted back. Crap. Was everything ready? Drinks, food, stupid romantic candles? Of course it was. It had all been ready for the past thirty minutes. “I’m fine! I’m coming!”

A quick check of your reflection in the refrigerator door to make sure your hair looked passable (barely), and then you rushed out to meet him. Apparently you took too long; Bruce was already making his way to you when you left the kitchen. When he saw the table, he came to a complete stop. Silence rang through the house.

He knows, you thought desperately.

Bruce wasn’t stupid. Neither was Tony Stark. Pepper wouldn’t tell, but one of them had figured it out and spilled the beans. Slowly Bruce’s eyes roved around the room, then found your face.

“What’s all this, then?” he asked.

“Pepper didn’t…” you swallowed roughly. “Pepper didn’t say anything?”

“No. She just came up around six-fifteen and said it was about time Tony came down and actually ate something, and I should go home and eat, too, while we were at it. Why? Did I forget something? It’s not our anniversary.”

“No.” You laughed with a little genuine relief. Trust Bruce to worry about missing an important date when you were the one that hardly remembered doctor’s appointments you scheduled the day before. “No, I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

It wasn’t exactly a lie, and Bruce swallowed your excuse kindly enough. He smiled in the dim candle lighting, walked over to your side of the table, and pulled out your chair. Normally this didn’t make you blush–at least not as much as it had when you’d first started dating him–but given what you were very close to telling him, his chivalry made you feel more uncomfortable than anything else.

Once you were settled in, he sat down himself and began to spoon pasta onto his plate.

“So you got bored this evening, I take it?” he asked as he started to eat.

Butterflies filled your stomach so thoroughly that the thought of putting anything else inside you was enough to make you feel slightly sick. Still, you didn’t want Bruce to suspect, so you forced yourself to swallow several mouthfuls off lukewarm spaghetti before you answered:

“Sort of.” Bored was not the word you would have used, but you supposed it suited for the time being. “How was your day?”

“Long.” Bruce sighed, pushing some hair off his forehead. “While I know Tony’s good at AI, I’m not sure Project Ultron is the best idea, especially since he’s convinced it needs to be a rush job. With SHIELD gone and Steve and Natasha out of the country, I can see why, but we’ve still got Colonel Rhodes and Clint’s probably out there somewhere. It feels more like Tony’s trying to be the first with a solution instead of the person with the best solution.”

“And you told him this?”

“At least twenty-five times a day since he got started. You know Tony.”

You were starting to feel better now that you and Bruce were talking. The normalcy of it all put you enough at ease that you only grinned when he referenced the stubbornness of his friend. “Good thing I set out the wine.”

“Well, it’s not a bad thing.”

Bruce, as far as anyone knew, couldn’t get drunk, but he still limited any form of alcoholic consumption just in case it weakened the hold he had on his big, green friend. Whatever he and Tony were up to lately must have been stressful, since Bruce immediately found the wine bottle and poured a finite amount into his glass.

Then he stood slightly and reached toward you. “Here, let me–”

“No.”

The word slipped out breathlessly. This had been the plan all along. You had known it would come down to this. Somehow, it stilled your nerves and made your voice catch at the same time. Bruce paused. How could he do anything else? You had no wine glass to fill.

“No?” he repeated.

Maybe you should have set a glass at your plate after all, just to have made things less obvious. Bruce didn’t mean to pressure you to drink something, you were sure, but how could he not be slightly confused?

“No,” you said again, your voice still hushed. “No. I can’t…I can’t have any.”

His frown only deepened, forcing the worry lines on his forehead to deepen as well. “What do you mean you can’t have any…any…”

You could tell he understood without you having to explain any further. Bruce might have been able to control his emotions better than anyone on the entire planet. It was not as though he paled or his hands shook or he threw up, but still you could tell. Slowly, he sank back down into his chair, hand coming up once more to support his head.

“Don’t tell me you’re…” He did not seem to be able to force himself to say the word.

Your heart hammered in your chest, but you didn’t give up. You just nodded and stayed exactly where you were. “Pregnant,” you finished for him. “It’s yours.”

Bruce barked out a laugh that made you wince. It sounded like it hurt. “That wasn’t really a worry that came to mind, [Name].”

“Oh…”

Your hands twitched where they had settled on your lap. So much for being so concerned with making sure dinner was still warm. You shut your eyes. No shaking. You could do this. He hadn’t left yet. This was already turning out better than most of the scenarios you had come up with over the course of the afternoon.

It took five agonizing minutes (you kept count on the clock hanging on the wall behind him), but finally Bruce took a deep breath and looked up.

“Actually, I lied. That is a worry, it being mine. You know what happened when I gave blood for Jen. The baby will have more than a little of my blood. There’s no way it won’t…” he swallowed, “be like me.”

“I know.”

“You know.”

“I know. And I talked to Pepper about it earlier–just Pepper. She’s pretty sure she can get some equipment at the tower. We can keep an eye on things. Keep both of us safe.”

Bruce stared at you. You wanted more than anything to get up and go over to him, but the sudden movement might have caused him to flee. Instead, you just forced yourself to keep still–just like he had told you to when you first met the Hulk–and watch.

“And you’re okay with that,” he said.

“I’m okay with that,” you confirmed. “I know we haven’t really talked about having kids much, but,” your shoulders lifted as you took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling, “I want to keep the baby. And I want to stay with you. If that’s okay with you, obviously.”

He didn’t say anything. You felt a prickle of tears in the backs of your eyes, but the position of your head helped you keep them inside. Having got this far without crying, you were loath to start now. You could keep it together. If Bruce had to go stay with Pepper and Tony for a few days to think things over, that was fine. Just so long as he came back. You wouldn’t make him stick around that night, and if he left, then you could cry.

Something soft touched the top of your head. “[Name].”

Blinking wildly, you straightened and looked around to see Bruce standing right there. Maybe you were crazy, but it looked like he was holding back a smile.

“Of course it’s okay. I’m not going to run off. It’s my kid. Everyone will know that as soon as it’s born. I’m not going to run off and leave you with a mini version of myself. I’m going to stay here. For both of you,” he said.

It was more than you expected, though it shouldn’t have been. Your responding smile was watery but wide. “You…sure?”

Bruce laughed, and this time it wasn’t all coarse and tight. He knelt in front of you, then, after a moment’s hesitation, placed his hand on your stomach. “I’m sure. I’ve always wanted a family. Never thought I’d get one. I’d have never asked you to do this, but,” he looked back up at you, “if you’re absolutely sure that you are willing to do this for me, then it’s okay.”

By then, you really were crying, but the tears were happy. You grabbed Bruce’s hand and gently worked your fingers between his. “For us,” you said, and thought maybe in that moment you saw tears in Bruce’s eyes, too.

“For us,” he repeated, squeezing your hand in return. “For us. I like that.”

Somewhere back in the kitchen, your phone practically erupted. It was probably Tony; Bruce kept his phone on silent at home so as to avoid Tony’s constant calls, and Pepper had likely broke the news to him by now. Neither you nor Bruce moved. Just this once, Tony and Pepper could wait. Just this once.

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tobiasdrake · 9 months

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For a long time, the MCU's gone back and forth on what the "Other Guy" in Bruce is supposed to be. Is it just Bruce losing himself to rage amplified by his gamma mutation, or is it this whole other person who coexists in Bruce's body?

What is the Hulk? This is one of the big Holy Text questions of the Marvel Universe. Schisms have formed among the Marvel faithful based on how they answer that question. It is dangerous to hold apocryphal beliefs on this question among the wrong community!

I jest, but seriously, this is a biggie. In the comics, the latter has been pretty firmly solidified. The Hulk is a whole separate character from Bruce with his own distinct identity; Many identities, in fact, as there are a ton of different Hulksonas which all are considered to have their own inherent sense of distinct personhood. Comic Bruce is basically a DID System at this point.

(And people think Moon Knight is weird.)

The MCU started out treating the Hulk as simply Bruce's rage uncontrollably manifested, but then it seemed to be going the other way for a while. However, the boundary between Bruce and the Hulk stopped being a thing between Infinity War and Endgame, with the only explanation offered being that Bruce got over it.

So. Yeah. MCU Bruce has been on a bit of a journey with what, at this point, seems to be a part of himself that spent some time trying to externalize as an intrusive other before eventually embracing and accepting as a valid and legitimate part of him. He's had to do a lot of soul-searching offscreen to find his way back to where he was in Avengers 1, but with a cooler (albeit CGI-heavy) way of demonstrating it.

But then there's Jen, who doesn't have quite the same problem because she doesn't reject the fear and anger in her heart. Like she says to Bruce, it's the baseline experience of being a woman. She doesn't manifest an Other Guy because she's already accepted that this rage and fear is a part of her being. She's not suppressing her emotions the way men are often taught to.

And doesn't quite realize that this still makes her vulnerable to losing control of it. The Hulk's rage is stronger than normal rage. This came up earlier in the harassment scene and it will come up again later in the show. She retains her sense of identity as the Hulk, but she can still get swept up in the Hulk's fury nonetheless.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #she-hulk #jen walters #jennifer walters #bruce banner #hulk

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mastcrmarksman · 7 days

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I mean you can take him camping but he will complain the whole time

very much accepting these / please they are so silly

There's definite relief that Bruce checks off a lot more than he had expected with this silly compatiblity, what his idea of an ideal partner or what makes up his type of people. IT'S SILLY, he knows this, but with how into Bruce he's found himself over the stretch of years. Three bingos was a big win, because he's sure that he and Bruce were opposties. In a lot more ways; some ways that got on the other's nerves or had to learn a boundary with. Like the physical affection thing.

❝ You haven't collected your stamp from the Kate store yet? ❞ Kate likes Bruce and if she didn't, she'd have to but he's pretty sure she did or would; or maybe still had the Hulk themed shirt in her closet. ❝ We should pick that up, 'cause wow, buddy. Four bingoes; that's, uh, really impressive. ❞ Who would he be if not trying to flirt?

He's not unconvinced that he couldn't change Bruce's mind about the camping thing. Nature was great, or Clint's the one that grew up on the road, convinced to love the campfire and canned beans, other things like pitching a tent and sleeping under the stars. Circus life. He will try real hard to get Bruce on his side about this.

❝ Going for gold? You know you can cash out on those bingos. ❞ If there is a dopey smile on his face, that's only for Bruce to see. After all, he's putting up with this silly thing and Clint. ❝ Four of them, a kiss or anything. ❞ Sexual flavors, one free stop annoying me cards, or whatever Bruce could come up with.

#okay but please do picture this. clint needing a night of just sound is mostly off in the apartment #black and white western with subtitles on. and clint laying down with bruce #that's like the peak of intimate or i need you time for clint #[ SHIPS; GAMMARAGEE ] I'd fall quicker and harder for you than when David shot Goliath #i love these two much if you can't tell rain (T u T)#gammaragee

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starsnheroes · 9 months

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The Dusty Toolbox -> Accepting All Meme // oh gosh @biitchcakes you just want to hurt us -> you haven’t called me that in years . (clint)

TWENTY THREE DAYS IN COURT. Several additional days before those days in court being in a holding cell. He wasn't allowed visitors, or he does not know if it was the other around. If no one was allowed to come in and see him. There was no phone call offered to him, and the fact that his hands haven't stop shaking.

Partly from minor withdrawal, and majorly because HE DID IT. Bruce Banner came to him and begged, pushed that arrowhead in his hand and told him what to do. VISION OF THE BIG GREEN. Clint followed him, waited in the trees and watched. He doesn't know if it was the right thing to do.

BRUCE ASKED. BEGGED. HE JUST WANTED THE HELP. NEEDED.

Clint knew what he would be doing; how he had to fight to explain why he broke the moral code of avengers don't kill. ULTIMATELY? He was someone who respected his friends wishes, who saw the desparation and did what they said would help.

It weighs too heavy on him, those twenty three days in court and he was looking for her because a conversation runs through his head over and over again.

CAN I TELL ANYONE?

No.

NOT EVEN JESS?

Especially not her.

YOU KNOW THIS'LL MAKE TWO YEARS. I WAS LUCKY SHE TOOK ME BACK AFTER WHAT I DID FOUR YEARS AGO.

I'm sorry.

He didn't see her, and when he was released? He knew that he had to get out of New York as soon as possible. Partly because he couldn't be here, he couldn't stand this.

The government ⸺ politicians with an agenda and fearmongering ⸺ taking Ulysses' visions as their spearhead to a greater future; whatever they had on Carol to make her the face of this? HE'S ALMOST GLAD HE'S IN THE ASSIST ONE OF MY OLDEST FRIENDS KILL HIMSELF SEAT THAN HERS.

Those same types of people were the kind that tried to rig his trial, ensure that he got the death sentence. It still sends a chill down his spine thinking of his conversations with Murdock, but he's glad he made his trial fair.

He became the most popular avenger to the general public, with the fearmongering around the Hulk, and the least favorite avenger among all the people he was friends with. Clint wanted to blackout, forget all of this, but there's one hurt that weights almost as much as the Bruce Banner one.

HIS GIRLFRIEND. Clint's got one hundred percent accuracy that she's EX again. He really had been falling for her too.

Bruce Banner is dead now. It's a long shot, but he never said he couldn't tell anyone afterwards. So he calls her, at the very least, to explain himself or apologize, or simply to hear her one last time. TELL HER GOODBYE.

She picks up, probably because it's not a known number he is calling. ❝ WAIT, CUPCAKE! ❞ He says when she's about to hang up on the phone.

You haven't called me that in years.

OH SHIT! She's right. Not even this second try at their relationship, he's used that nickname in a while. She's been BABE and sweetheart. Not Cupcake. It got her attention.

❝ I know nothing I could say or do would make it better or change; I could tell you what he told me, give you the answers. They won't help. ❞ None of that was helping him out.

❝ I'm sorry, Cupcake, I should have told you but it went against his wishes. AND I KNOW YOU'RE MY GIRLFRIEND, and I loved- LOVE you. He really felt like this was what would help him.... ❞ Perhaps she should have came first over what Bruce Banner asked, but both Jess and Clint were people who stuck to their guns, stuck to morals. Regardless of people, respecting Bruce's wishes came in front of his girlfriends.

❝ I'm sorry, I wish I- I just wanted to tell you goodbye, I'm leaving. I asked him to write you a note, I stuck it under our table at our favorite burger joint. ❞ Clint begged Bruce to at least give her that, this had nothing to do with Jess and Clint's relationship. He begged him to at least write her a note, just for her, because she deserved that. She would be losing a lot already, he'd promise to deliver it after the arrow had been used.

❝ So, uh, that's it. Thanks for staying on the phone. ❞

#let's blame the government and politicians more over carol for civil war ii and carol was just the unfortunate ->#''elected scapegoat / forced upon spear leader'' of this whole movement about ulysses or something #ANYWAYS HAVE THIS :))))#ic; clint barton #biitchcakes #clint barton; biitchcakes #CONTENT WARNINGS #murder cw #suicide cw #death cw #civil war ii cw #long post cw #ships; biitchcakes; and her kisses on his skin felt like wisps of butterfly wings turn to a slow inferno (spiderhawk)#verse; clint barton; how many more chances can i have with you (biitchcakes)#rp; biitchcakes

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Overhearing you want to break up

Iron man: This unexpected blow causes him to recoil in horror and confusion. He doesn't understand why this is happening, or how he could have missed the signs. He feels lost and overwhelmed, scared and insecure. His first instinct is to deny what he heard, to dismiss it as a misunderstanding or a cruel joke. But the reality sinks in and he’s hit with an overwhelming sense of heartbreak, pain, and grief. He try to keep it together, to be strong, but he’s devastated inside. He’s not sure how he'll ever recover from this

Spider-Man: If he overheard his partner was thinking of breaking up with him, he would feel hurt and heartbroken. He’s pretty sensitive, so he would definitely cry. He would try to talk to you and see if there was anything he could do to work through the problems in your relationship. If you were set on breaking up, he would have to respect your decision and give you the space you need. But it would be hard for him to let go of someone that he had invested so much time and emotion into.

Hulk: He would be heartbroken, of course. He would feel alone, lost, and unloved. Bruce would probably cry a lot and kinda have that slow-motion moment where everything around you is still fast paced, and his heart would feel like it's been torn out of his chest. He would feel like he can't see a future without you, and would desperately want to work things out. It would be a devastating experience, and would take a lot of time to heal from. He would be scared to start over and worry that he would never find someone else who makes him as happy and as loved as you did at least in the beginning.

Captain America: He would be confused and hurt, but ultimately he would want you to follow your heart and be happy. He’s open to discussing your reasons for wanting to end the relationship, but he won't try to persuade you to stay if you've made up your mind. Sometimes people grow apart and it's no one's fault, but it can still be hard to accept. He would express his feelings but try to be understanding and patient, always keeping the door open if you want to talk about it further or reconsider.

Winter Soldier: Bucky's eyes would widen as he would freeze in horror, his pupils shrinking as the realization settles in. He would be overwhelmed by a wave of conflicting emotions- anger, sadness, confusion, denial. This would leave his heart racing and his breathing heavy. He would do it all in his power to prevent the breakup- ask you why you want to break up, propose solutions to the issues, and apologize for anything that he had done wrong. Bucky would also try to understand his partner's feelings and perspective, and would be willing to compromise and work through conflict.

Black Panther: In all honesty, he would be completely devastated and heartbroken. His first reaction would be shock and disbelief, but once he came to his senses he would be devastated at the thought of losing his partner and having to start over. He would feel lost and alone, and he would probably cry, as this would be a huge loss for him. It would take some time to recover and heal, but eventually he would pick up the pieces and find a way to move on. He would always cherish the memories he had shared with his partner, but he would also try to learn from the experience.

Doctor Strange: If he overheard you talking to someone about wanting to break up with him, he would absolutely be devastated. He would feel like his world was crashing down around him. He would want to know why you wanted to break up, and try to work things out, but ultimately, he would respect your decision. He would need time to process and grieve the end of the relationship, but he wouldn't want to drag out the pain and prolong the break up process. It's always best to move on and start healing as soon as possible.

Thor: First, he would be shocked and in disbelief. After all, your relationship was perfect, and there was no sign that anything was wrong, right? He would feel as if everything you built together was suddenly threatened. He would desperately try to figure out what went wrong - what happened? What did he miss? He would feel numb and helpless, as if his life was unraveling before his eyes. He would be furious, sad, scared - so many emotions would be overwhelming him at once. The next steps would depend on the context of the break up. It's never an easy thing to go through, that's for sure.

Ant-Man: He would be shocked and heartbroken, feeling that he had failed to live up to your expectations. He would feel betrayed and angry, and would want to know why you hadn't spoken to him sooner about these issues before deciding to break up. He would ask you to reconsider and offer to work on fixing the problems in the relationship. If you were adamant about ending the relationship, he would accept your decision and leave, but he would be devastated and would need a lot of time and support to get over it.

#iron man x reader #spiderman x reader #hulk x reader #captain america x reader #winter soldier x reader #black panther x reader #doctor strange x reader #thor x reader #antman x reader #marvel hcs #marvel headcanons #marvel imagine #marvel #thank you to the anon that requested this!

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Fighting Leads to Fxxking

Masterlist

Chapter Nine - Just Eyeliner and a Gun

Ship - Loki x Stark! Reader

Word Count - 1,059

Tw - Therapist Nat and Himbo Thor

Plot - Stark! Reader get stuck watching Loki after the events of 2012. Moments of weakness and bad decisions involving the world's most hated man lead to the worst possible outcome, pregnancy.

You had spent the night in Nat’s apartment. The couch wasn’t the comfiest for lying down and crying in, but she was rarely home so you forgave her decoration choices, or rather lack thereof.

“What’s going on?” She opened the door, after thoroughly determining you weren’t a spy trying to infiltrate her apartment using your face.

“Tony’s back to his old ways.” You invited yourself in and immediately laid face down onto the couch, already starting your comfort analysis as you sobbed.

“I’m going to kill him. What did he say?” She sat next to you, moving your hair in an attempt to see your face. You tilted to turn your head to her before you answered.

“He thinks he deserves to know who the father is and that this can’t be hard for me because he fought in a war.” You sighed.

“Y/N, trauma isn’t a comparable thing. Everyone’s experiences in life are different and valid.” She reassured you, and it actually made your feel better.

“Thank you.”

“Is Pepper okay?”

“I don’t know. I left before I could tell. He was screaming at her, Nat. He was drinking straight from the bottle. It was just like last time, except this time, I left before I could say anything stupid.”

“That was a smart decision, kid. You prioritized yourself and your baby. Stress is hard on your body, even when you’re not pregnant.” You nodded.

Her bedroom door opened, revealing a man in just his boxers.

“Pregnant? Are you pregnant, Emily?” He questioned. You looked to Nat as she gave you a ‘don’t ask’ expression.

“Go home, Scott.” He agreed and grabbed his belongings, leaving with a handful of clothes, afraid to take the time to get dressed.

“Do I ask?” You snorted, glad you were feeling humor for the first time today.

“Listen, I don’t ask you what you do in your down time.”

“Fair enough.” You both laughed together, enjoying the awkwardness and even embracing it.

“I wish I could drink right now.” You admitted, chuckling as she followed suit.

“I have something better than alcohol. It soothes the soul just right.” She explained and you were concerned, but accepting of whatever Russian trick came to follow.

She grabbed her TV remote and made you close your eyes as she found what she was looking for.

“Welcome back to Love Island!” The TV blasted and you erupted in laughter.

“Hey, there is nothing better than shitty reality TV. You get to get out of your own life for fifty minutes and enjoy watching privileged hotties make stupid decisions.”

The next two days basically concluded entirely of binge-watching the entire season of Love Island and watching random Kitchen Nightmare episodes. You never wondered what Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, did to unwind. Now, you get it. It was just sad she had to leave again, this time for a mission even you weren’t allowed to know the location of.

“Can’t I just stay here by myself?” You pleaded and she laughed.

“Nice try. You’re a barely adult pregnant with some alien spawn, you need a babysitter.” She said as she grabbed her suitcase, it was small enough to fit in carry-on. She explained earlier that she doesn’t need much on the road, just eyeliner and a gun.

“Can’t I get Bruce to come over?”

“No way. I’m not risking him Hulking out over your shared complaining about my furniture.”

“What about Barton?”

“He has a family, Y/N. I already called Thor, stop trying to get out of it.”

“How do you even call him? He’s in outer space. I doubt they have T-Mobile on Asgard.” You raised a valid point.

“I have this weird pager thing that works in space. I don’t what it is or what it does, Fury gave it to me in case of emergencies. He said he didn’t want to bothered with Asgardians for awhile. Maybe a satellite?” She pondered.

“That’s actually kind of cool. But, can’t you stay another day? I don’t want to finish the two-parter Kitchen Nightmares special by myself and I know how much you love Gordon.”

“I stayed an extra day yesterday. I have to go now. The spare keys are in the junk drawer and takeout menus are on the fridge. Just remember-“

“I know, never say Natasha Romanoff lives here. I get it. We’ve gone over your covert spy regulations like ten times by now.”

“It saves lives, Y/N. Now I have to go, give me a hug for good measure.” You walked up to her and she wrapped her arms around you, separating herself to instead kneel in front of you, she placed her hand on your stomach.

“Goodbye, baby Thor. I’ll miss you.” You laughed.

“I think you should know, it’s a girl.” You told her. She stood back up and grabbed you, pulling you into a tighter hug than before.

“I can’t wait to meet her, the future Princess of Asgard.”

She left. Hours later a knock was sounded on the door. You paused the DVR and walked to the peephole, seeing an armored chest at the eye-level. Thor.

“Little Stark! The bearer of an heir!” He greets you as you shush him, ushering him into the apartment.

“Nat said we can’t vocalize any identifiers. Her words, not mine.” You laugh.

“I do not understand the sentiment, but I accept the terms.” He earnestly said, and you laughed internally.

"So, what do you want to do?" You tried to fill the awkward silence.

"Do you wish to buy some garb fit for children?"

"Do you mean go baby shopping?" You corrected, laughing.

"Of course. Shall we?" He asked.

"Uh, I need to shower and get ready. There's a TV with a stocked DVR in the living room."

"There were several words in that sentence that were just letters," He paused, "I shall retire to the room of living." You chucked as you headed towards the bathroom.

Nat had just about every form of self care possible in her cabinet. She had a thorough skin-care regimen that you honestly respected. You overheard Thor become frustrated as he pushed random buttons on the remote, confused by the different channels.

"Aha! I have found something worthy of my efforts." He yelled, triumphantly.

It was the classical music channel.

hope u enjoyed a little adorable nat chapter! dt my bestie rae and her addiction to love island. comment if i should do a taglist? don't choke my little guttersluts - kat.

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#marvel #loki x stark! reader #loki #loki imagine #thor #thor odinson #loki odinson #loki x reader #pepper potts #natasha romanoff #black widow #loki fanfic #tony stark #iron man #pepper #avengers #the avengers #marvel x reader #stark! reader

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harostar · 2 years

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She-Hulk is SO GOOD and absolutely nails it.

I can absolutely sense the Man Tears from here, especially the whole relationship between Jen and Bruce.

That Bruce is outright JEALOUS of Jen, because she doesn’t have HIS ISSUES re: Identity and Trauma, nor the same relationship with Controlling Your Emotions/Rage that he does.

Because they’re different people.

Because he was an abused boy repressing so much trauma and rage.

Because she’s the “hyper-competent” girl, that always had to have it together.

I can FEEL the man-children throwing tantrums when Jen lays into Bruce over how she’s spent her ENTIRE LIFE learning to hold in her anger, to control her emotional responses, because that is how girls are socialized as opposed to how boys are raised.

Bruce is a reflection of the fucked-up ways boys are taught to deal with their emotions, an abused child that struggled with mental health and rage issues and figuring out how to accept parts of himself.

Jen’s issues (in the comics, and likely here in the series) is that she was always IN CONTROL, that she was the good and accomplished girl that didn’t let herself have fun or let loose the way she wanted to.

Bruce is “I’m a monster and I can’t control it” because of how his father abused him. It was Bruce letting out his rage and pain, in the only way he could because he was afraid.

Jen is “I have to be perfect and under control at all times”, so the Hulk is uninhibited in all the ways she’s wouldn’t let herself be.

It’s two VERY DIFFERENT sorts of issues, which means very different outcomes for them once they become a Hulk.

Bruce had to deal with himself, his personal issues, and work through his trauma.

Jen’s struggle is between the things she wants, in terms of what she’s had to give up for what she wanted versus letting herself want/enjoy things.

(Which is why She-Hulk has always been infamously a hard-partier that really gets around, while also an extremely competent lawyer and hero when she wants to be.)

#she-hulk #mcu she hulk #she-hulk spoilers

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@badthingshappenbingo prompt: Distress Call

Find the fic on Ao3

“Kate, for the last time, we are not building a boomerang arrow.”

“How do you fail to see the genius of this idea? Half of what we do is find our trick arrows, or build new trick arrows, because we lost our trick arrows. If we had boomerang arrows—”

“We would spend even more time than we do in the ER.”

“But I drew up designs!”

Clint reluctantly peers at the haphazard scribbles on what looks like a front page torn out of a book, but is saved from making a comment when his phone rings. “Duty calls.”

“No, you are not tabling this discussion again, how many times do I have to tell you that—” Kate breaks off as she sees the name on Clint’s caller ID. “No way. The Incredible Hulk is not calling you right now.”

“He prefers Bruce.”

“So you do talk to other Avengers.”

“Sometimes.”

“Then explain, Barton, why you haven’t introduced me to—” Her expression turns indignant when Clint holds up a finger as he answers the phone. “Come on, just let me say hi, I swear I’ll—”

“Clint, I need your help.”

Kate halts mid-sentence when she sees the expression change on Clint’s face, already moving to get her bow as she mouths, “Mission?”

“Mission?” Clint repeats into the phone. He doesn’t exactly have access to a quinjet anymore, but he can probably call in some favors to at least a private jet to California and—

“No, nothing like that.”

Clint gestures for Kate to put the bow down before retreating up into the loft bedroom. “Talk to me.”

“It’s Jen.”

“Your cousin?”

“She…” Bruce’s voice cracks. “She was in a car accident. It’s bad, Clint. Really, really bad.”

Clint exhales as he perches on the edge of Kate’s bed, still mapping out roots to LA. “I could be there in a few hours.”

“That’s…” Bruce clears his throat, and Clint can practically see him removing his glasses to wipe a hand over his face. “Thank you. But that’s not what I need.”

“You just want to talk? I can do that.”

“Talk, yes. But also… I need to ask you something.”

“Fire away.”

“Jen, she… she’s going to die, Clint.”

Clint feels his chest clench, recalling turning his back on his family for the briefest of seconds, only to find piles of dust where they had once stood. “Bruce, I’m so sorry.”

“I can stop it.”

It isn’t hard to guess what Bruce means. “Ah.”

“Yeah, ah. I could do a blood transfusion. It would kill anyone else, but as Jen and I are related, it should work. With side effects.”

Clint flops back on the bed, the magnitude of that hitting him. “Yeah, that’s a crappy choice.”

“Jen’s unconscious so I can’t ask her. She doesn’t even get a say. And I know if I were in her position… look, I know the Other Guy has done a lot of good for the world, and I’ve done the work to come to terms with him, but I still know what I’d choose.”

Clint lets his eyes fall closed. He wasn’t there that fateful day when Bruce had admitted that he had gotten so low that he’d tried to end everything with a bullet, but it was in his SHIELD file. A lot of details were in Bruce’s SHIELD file that Clint had wished he hadn’t read, not before actually getting to know the man.

“Jen’s not you,” Clint reminds him. “And this isn’t 2011. People with abilities are accepted now. People get Hulk-themed birthday cakes. She’s not going to be hunted down like you were, Bruce.”

“Maybe not right now. But there are always going to be people like Ross who want that kind of power in their pocket.”

“Then we’ll protect her. And teach her to protect herself. She’s a lawyer in Los Angeles, that already makes her as tough as any Avenger.”

“A lawyer, exactly. She has a life. I’m contemplating ruining all of that. Nothing is going to ever be the same for her if I make her like me.”

“She’s not going to have a life at all if you don’t,” Clint points out.

He hears a heavy breath over the phone line. “I wouldn't want it.”

Clint bites his lip, recalling that dreaded SHIELD file. “Yes, but… Jen’s not like you, right?”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, her family—her parents. They’re not like your dad, right?”

A nasty pause before Bruce answers. “No. Morris and Elaine are good people. Tried to get custody of me at one point. There’s a reason my dad kept me away from them.”

“Right. And you know that she’s not going to be hunted for having powers, like you were. She might not even have an… Other Woman.” Clint’s aware he’s treading on dangerous territory now. He’s never actually discussed that file with Bruce face-to-face. “You know the SHIELD specialists marked you down as having Dissociative Identity Disorder.”

“So I’ve heard,” Bruce replies, the words bitter. “It’s not entirely incorrect.”

“Right. So Jen had a normal childhood, and she can explore her Hulk-side safely without another Ross tracking her, and she’ll have you there to guide her through it. She won’t have to figure it all out on her own like you did.”

“That’s… all true. I could take her out to the house Tony and I built in Mexico. No one should bother us out there.” A few short, sharp breaths. “Okay. I, um, I have to give the blood now, or it’s going to be too late.”

“I’ll keep my phone close,” Clint offers. “You can call me back after it’s done.”

“Thanks, Clint,” Bruce says softly. “You’re a good friend.”

“Any time. Good luck. And enjoy the beach house. Tony would be glad to know you’re putting it to use.”

“He would,” Bruce agrees, and there’s no mistaking the sadness in his voice. The sting of their lost team members had grown easier to bear over time, but it would never truly fade. “When Jen’s ready, I should introduce you two. Think you’d get along.”

“As long as I can bring Kate, so she can stop bugging me about meeting Avengers.” Clint smiles, thinking of his partner one floor below him. “She’s excited to meet one Hulk. It’s going to make her day when she learns that she gets to meet two."

#bad things happen bingo #bthb card #whump writing #distress call #clint barton #bruce banner #marvel #mcu #hawkeye #she-hulk

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sorrythatwasmean · 1 year

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Bruce's Mom in She-Hulk??

At the family dinner, they specifically name Jen's Aunt Rebecca twice. The captions name her at least 3 times.

Who is Rebecca Banner in the comics? Bruce's mother.

(tw: domestic abuse, child abuse, character death)

Bruce's dad Brian killed her when she attempted to take Bruce and leave her abusive husband. And this event is the reason Bruce has Dissociative Identity Disorder formerly known as "that Multiple Personality thing." Those formidable years of pain and suffering was the start of Bruce's rage. Hulk existed before gamma because a little boy lost his mother.

They say "Rebecca" in Jen's show, in that one scene twice.They have Jennifer Walters' mother's name right. I may be over thinking this, but now I have theories:

A) Everything after KEVIN is an illusion and Jen needs to escape in Season 2.Is it The Leader and mind control? Both Jen and Bruce lost their mothers in comics. Think about it: The family dinner. The picture perfect ending. Bruce actually having a peaceful reunion with his son.

I don't like this one because Matt and Jen is great. She deserves a win.

B) In comics, Susan and Elaine were Brian Banner's sisters. Elaine married Jen's Dad. Susan raised Bruce and in my opinion, is the main reason Bruce is a compassionate and caring person.

So another option is Brian Banner is dead or in jail. Aunt Susan and Rebecca raised Bruce.

This is acceptable.

C) This is gonna bug me. That's too happy. This is Bruce Banner and Marvel.

Is World War Hulk gonna happen? In the comics, merged personality Hulk aka Professor Hulk was Bruce in control and Hulk and Joe Fixit aka Grey Hulk's personalities merged. And merged Hulk was smart but he was also arrogant and over-confident at times. This tracks with training-to-be-Hulk-but-is-kinda-a-jerk Bruce.

What would shake Bruce's convenient happy ending? I've written before on how I don't find merged Hulk a satisfactory ending of his arc, but what would make Bruce lose control again? His mother isn't his mother. His mother is a Skrull. Or his memory has been messed with. Or Jen is in trouble.

It would be the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Bruce Banner went from broken-hearted and pushed into a deep dark hole by Natasha Romanoff in Ultron to waking up on Sakaar. And that rolled directly into Ragnarok on Asgard, the attack on the Asgardian refugee vessel the Statesman in Infinity War. Bruce in Endgame had Tony and Natasha in his Infinity Stone brainstorm room.

He lost both of them. And then the only other character we've seen in the MCU spend any significant time with him-- Thor --left the planet to deal with his own issues.

Bruce wasn't drinking on the beach property his dead friend gave him because he's at peace. He was trying to live his life and honor all the people he has lost.

Cousin Jen would be the person he cares about that he can actually love back. If she was in danger or his mother wasn't his mother, that would be more than enough to tip the scales.

#bruce banner #rebecca banner #she hulk series #she hulk #sorrythatwasmean meta #domestic abuse #child abuse #character death

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docgold13 · 2 years

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365 Marvel Comics Paper Cut-Out SuperHeroes - One Hero, Every Day, All Year…

October 9th - Sasquatch

Walter Langkowski had been a talented athlete and gifted academic who earned educational degrees from Pennsylvania State and The Massachusetts Institute of Technology whilst also having a brief yet successful career as a professional football player for the Green Bay Packers. Walter accepted a professorship at McGill University where he focused his research on gamma radiation and the circumstances that caused Bruce Banner to be transformed into The Incredible Hulk. Having achieved a breakthrough, Walter relocated to a special base near the arctic circle where he conducted an experiment that he believed would bestow him hulk-like powers without effecting his mind.

This experiment did not go as expected. The gamma radiation caused a spatial rift that opened up to an extra-dimensional world known as The Realm of The Beasts. The brief connection between dimensions led to Walter becoming bonded with the beastly entity called Tanaraq. As such, Walter was transformed into a giant, orange-furred monster. Overwhelmed by primitive instinct, Walter ran amok until he was happened upon by the mystical heroine known as Snowbird. With the aide of Snowbird and the sorcerer called Shaman, Walter was helped to control his now found powers, to transform back into his human form and maintain his original intellect whist in his monstrous form.

Walter would go on to utilize his new powers as a member of the Canadian superhero team, Alpha Flight. Herein he chose the name Sasquatch as his super hero alias. He would go on to have numerous adventures alongside Alpha Flight. All the while, the spirit of Tanaraq began to exert a greater and greater influence over him. Eventually, Tanaraq’s savage nature took him over and The Sasquatch became a mindless beast. Sensing Tanaraq’s evil spirit, Snowbird acted on impulse, transformed into a stronger version of the sasquatch and killed Walter, ripping out the creature’s heart.

Alpha Flight then traveled to the Realm of the Great Beasts to reclaim Walter’s spirit and hopefully resurrect their friend and ally. The team partially succeeded and Walter’s mind was relocated into a series of new bodies, including a female version of himself named Wanda Langkowski. Eventually, Walter was returned to his original body and resumed his career as a heroic member of Alpha Flight.

Walter perished once more following an adventure alongside the Hulk. His body became the new host for the consciousness of Leonard ‘Doc’ Samson and, some time thereafter, Walter awoke now possessing Samsom body. Now calling himself ‘Walter Samson’ he aided the Fantastic Four in locating the mystical Below-Place so they could use the Forever Gate to retrieve Bruce Banner.

Whether or not Walter and Doc Samson will be able to return to their respective original bodies remains to be seen. Sasquatch first appeared int he pages of X-Men Vol. 1 #120 (1979).

#365 Marvel Comics Heroes #Sasquatch #Alpha Flight #cut-out #paper art

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The Avenger's Initiative, Chapter 25

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: manipulation, jealousy, slight angst, aggression, underage consumption of alcohol.

Bucky’s POV

"Bucky, I'm back," she announced as she came into my place a few hours later. I groaned, laying my head against the shower's wall, "BUCKY?"

"I'm busy."

I heard the bathroom door click open and I looked through the semi-transparent curtain to see her perched on the sink.

"Bucky I'm sorry."

"You sound drunk."

"I may have drank a little bit," she admitted, "but only because I was mad at you."

"You broke all of my glassware, Kenzie."

"You called me by that skank's name," she hissed angrily, "you deserved me to break more than just your glassware."

"That so called skank is one of your friends," I reminded her, "and someone who's helping me with the ticks in my arm."

She didn't move from her spot. I rolled my eyes and continued my shower.

"You didn't fuck her did you?"

"Kenzie the last time Mira and I kissed was at the lake house...before you…back when I was dating her…back when you kissed me."

"Doesn't matter...she probably fucked the hulk."

"Bruce?" I asked, "you mean her boss?"

"Probably," she growled, "she's a whore, Bucky."

"She's a virgin, Ken," I chuckled, trying not to think about her, "I doubt she's a whore."

"She almost fucked you once, didn't she?"

"Kenzie can we not talk about your friends and my ex while I'm naked and showering?" I asked softly, trying to avoid another fight.

"Why?" she asked, "it's not like you like her, remember?"

"Mackenzie?"

"Fine," she growled. I heard a 'glugging' noise, and then glass shattering on the floor, "oops."

I popped my head out off the shower and saw that she had dropped and broken my bottle of whiskey on the floor. She smiled as she left.

"Bucky were you listening?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I'm going to detach your arm to get the software to update quicker."

"Okay," I nodded. She went back to her workstation and tapped a few things on it a little harder than necessary, "hey?"

"Hmm?"

"You okay today, doll?" She didn't look up from my arm as she pressed the sequence to detach it. The small series of lights flashed down the arm, powering it off, and she caught it, then set it on the table next to us, "doll?"

"Peachy, Bucky…just peachy."

But she didn't sound happy.

"Me and Mackenzie got into an argument the other day," I said quickly, hoping that me opening up would let her open up to me, "she doesn't like when I come to the lab."

"Because of me."

I looked at her and she stopped working on my arm. She was staring at me, as if waiting for me to confirm it.

"She thinks I still have feelings for you."

"Do you?"

I held my breath. I didn't want to admit that I preferred being around her over Banner. Nor did I want to admit that I'd called her best friend by her name when she and I had argued because I had been thinking about the relationship I’d had with her more and more lately.

She looked down and went back to typing on her screen. I felt a slight pinch when she connected to the base of my arm and interacted with the mainframe inside me.

"Sorry," she muttered. She pressed another button and looked back up at me, "the update will take a few minutes."

"And you had to disconnect my arm?"

"I didn't have to," she shrugged, "but it makes connecting easier. Shuri told me that."

I nodded, "I still have feelings for you."

"I know."

I cocked my brow at her, "you know?"

"I'm not stupid, James," she sighed. She reached over to my flesh and her fingers ran across it, "you're a great guy, but you're easier to read than an open book...it's very obvious you still like me. That's why I don't accept offers to train with you. Or hang out with you. Or do anything outside of a professional relationship. I-I don’t want to be a barrier that holds you back from happiness that we both know you deserve…that happiness isn’t with me…"

"Oh."

"James, I'm a burden to deal with," she said, shaking her head, "trust me when I say you don't need that. No one does."

"What do you mean?" I asked softly, "didn't you just have a date with Banner a few days ago?"

"Yeah," she sighed. She shifted uncomfortably and pulled her sweater sleeves further down, "I did."

And that's when I noticed the bruise on her wrist. My anger flared up inside me as I caught the ugly bruise on her skin.

"What the hell is that?"

"It's nothing."

"Bullshit," I growled. My hand reached for her arm. She whimpered as I stared her down, "pull up your sleeve."

"No."

"You're lucky I only have one arm right now."

"And I decide when you get to put it back on."

"Did he do this to you?"

I felt my nostrils flaring. I was pissed.

"He didn't mean to," she sighed, "it wasn't his fault."

And that's when she proceeded to tell me that originally, the date had been like a dream. He made a picnic in the lab for her, and he played a meteor shower where they had a really good time. Until Tony interrupted and kept egging the hulk to come out.

She tried to calm him down, but when that didn't work, she decided to leave...only hulk didn't want her to leave. When he saw the look of horror in her eyes and how she was afraid, he let her go, but by that time, the damage was done. She was left with a bruise on her wrist.

"Doll," I whispered. I reached out and stroked her cheek, "I'm so sorry that happened to you."

"It's okay," she said with a forced smiled, "Bruce and I talked about it. He thinks that asking me out, while was a happy choice, he cannot fully control Hulk...he's afraid that he'll hurt me. He came to the conclusion that we should keep a platonic, and professional relationship. Nothing more."

"Is that what you want?"

She shrugged, "Like I said, I don't think it matters on what I want. I-I like Steve...I had been staying in his room, helping him with his sobriety, and I don't know...it just...everything with him felt right. I could be silly with him. I could be serious. We pushed one another to be better people...but he doesn't see me like that."

"You're crazy," I laughed, "there's no way Steve could get over you. We're both madly in love with you, doll."

"I don't know how 'in love' you can be with someone if you're kissing their friend…well, their former friend," she shrugged, "I mean-"

"What?"

"The night that I came back from my date, Kenzie and Steve were making out at the door to our room," she sighed, "he-"

"What are you talking about?" I growled, suddenly feeling more angry, "Kenzie and I are dating."

"Well, your girlfriend was kissing Steve," she said slowly. When I didn't say anything, she looked down at the workstation, "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have said anything."

"No…no, doll…I'm glad you did."

Kenzie’s POV

"Come on Jade," I said with a playful shove, "You have to back me up on this. She shouldn't be around Bucky. Right?"

"She is helping him," she shrugged, picking at her nails. I stared at her, but she wouldn't look up at me, "isn't she?"

"He's my boyfriend."

"I mean, he did kind of like her first," she said softly, finally looking up to meet my gaze, "you technically took the guy she was talking to…you kind of pulled a Cassie on her."

"And he's my boyfriend now," I growled in defence, "how would you feel if she kissed Loki?"

"Loki wouldn't kiss Mira," she laughed, "he and I are in love...I trust him."

"Love," I scoffed. She stopped playing with her nails and looked at me, "you think love exists in this place."

"He do-"

"None of these guys really care about us," I said simply, "you think lover boy would care if you were lifeless in a ditch somewhere? They keep us locked up here, so they have some control over us. But fuck that. I took that control. I started seeing Bucky. I started having him train me. Him, Yelena, and Clint. I'm going to work my way up through S.H.I.E.L.D. I even have an interview with Fury later to talk about becoming an agent."

"I don't know," she shrugged, "it just doesn't seem right Ken."

"Right now, we sit comfortably in this tower...locked away," I replied, trying to talk to her about it, "but if I can show Fury I'm willing to play ball, maybe they'll let me go. I can get away from all this bullshit. All the lies."

"I thought you were upset about Bucky a second ago."

"He's getting exhausting," I admitted, "the other day he spent hours in the lab with Banner and her. I need to make a name for myself...I just need to get away from it all."

"But weren't you jus-"

"I kissed Steve," I smiled at her. She looked shocked, "what?"

"Didn't you just say you wanted to break away from the influence of this place?" she asked, "and doesn't Mira live with Steve."

"Another little tip of my hat to her," I said sarcastically, "I want her to know that I could take him if I wanted."

"But they aren't even dating."

"But she likes him."

"I don't know, Mackenzie," she said with a nervous look to me. She began shaking her head, "this doesn't sound like you."

"What do you mean?"

"Before all this..." she muttered, "you weren't like this. Miracle and me were your best friends. We talked about the avengers, sure, but not like this. You always said you wanted to be like Cap... helping people...and now it just feels like you just want to rip them apart. You sound like some villain that wants to destroy the world."

"I don't want to destroy the world," I said, rolling my eyes, "now you're just being dramatic, Jade."

"Oh yeah?" she asked, "when you kissed Steve, did you want to because you like him, or did you do it because you knew it'd mess with him and Mira?"

"Jade!"

"And when you went back to Bucky's later did you apologize for fighting with him, or did you just make more of a scene!"

"Jade I-"

"And are you really interested in becoming an agent, or are you only doing it because you know that Nat and Bucky had been trying to convince Miracle to do it too?"

"Jade you better sto-"

"And what about Banner?" she asked, "Miracle went on a date with him. Are you going to go ask him out now too just to show Mira that you can do everything that she can?"

"SHUT UP YOU PATHETIC WHORE!" I yelled, "AT LEAST I'M NOT WAITING ON A FROST GIANT AND A PRAYER TO KNOCK ME UP!"

Her jaw dropped. I watched as her eyes glazed over and the tears came pinching at the corners of her eyes. Her cheeks and the tip of her nose tinged pink.

"Jade I-"

"Get out!" she hissed in a low tone.

"Jade-"

"I said get out!" she said louder, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM, MACKENZIE!"

Getting up, I followed her instructions, slamming the door behind me. Making my way out of the floor we were eternally bound on I found my way to the gym. No one was there.

I went over to the punching bags and began to take out my stress, imagining that I was punching Mira in her stupid face.

"You know, you've got a lot of fire in you," a voice said from behind me. I ignored it and continued taking it out on the bag, "when Barnes told me that you wanted to be an agent, I was shocked."

"Why?"

His chuckle became a loud, bellowing laugh as he came to my side. I stopped punching and looked at Fury.

"Just a young thing," he commented, "small. No experience in combat, tech, or weapons. Seemed too far out of your wheelhouse."

"It's not," I hissed, turning my attention back to the bag, "you'd know that if you spent a little less time being another one of Miracle's lost puppy dogs."

"And there it is," he smirked, "the mark that drags you to it. Jealousy is a hell of a kick in the ass. One hell of a motivator too!"

"I'm not jealous of her."

"If this is going to work, I'm going to need you to be open, at least with me, Miss. Bittner," Fury said simply. I returned my gaze to him and looked him in his good eye, "we can't work together if you feel like you're going to go vigilante and lone wolf on me. My agents work on a team, and whether that means you go in alone with backup in your ear, or you have a live partner, I have to know that everyone's got their backs. We've had too much secrecy amongst our ranks, and it tore us apart once."

"What are you trying to say, Fury."

"If Miracle accepts my offer as an agent as well and I'm forced to have the two of you work together, I need to know that you two would watch each other's backs."

"Isn't that a question for her then?"

"No," he shook his head, "she's already proven to me that she's a team player."

"Of course she has."

His gaze hardened on me, and I knew that I shouldn't have said that. I stared at him blankly.

"Maybe you aren't ready to be an agent just yet."

"You know Yelena and Bucky have said that I'm good," I replied quickly, "I know you don't have enough agents and I know that you need me."

"Not if you get the other ones killed I don't,” he replied as he began walking out of the gym, “I need good agents that don’t get the other ones killed, not ones with a point to prove.”

Chapter 26

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