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stxleslyds · 2 years

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WHAT THE HELL IS TASK FOR Z - REVIEW

Hello and welcome to my first audio (and written) review! This is my second time recording myself making a review, the first one was for Task Force Z #1 (the review of that will be linked here!) but it was very rough and the audio was horrendous.

I will like to thank @hood-ex for listening to both audios and giving me her opinion on them! Thank you, Emily, you are the best!

Now, you don't have to hear the review because I will write a version of what was said there down here, but if you want to hear me talk shit about Batman, thirst over Jason and hear me figure out in real time that the FBI might not be the real FBI, I suggest hearing the audio, I enjoyed myself when I recorded it and I liked how it turned out after I heard it myself.

The written review won’t be a perfect match to the audio because I repeated myself a lot and I wanted to re-write some thoughts so they could be understood better. Basically, if you hear and read this review you will be receiving two reviews in one, the general thoughts are the same but I express myself differently.

Also, just a heads up, English isn’t my first language so I made a lot of mistakes but I am trying to get better at it, the “recording” myself part of this review is to help me get better at English.

Here is where the written review begins.

Part One – Detective Comics #1041

We start our journey in Gotham and this is a Red Hood story but the person narrating isn’t Jason (or Bruce), it is actually a journalist named Deb Donovan.

(Having already read the three-part story already I can honestly say that I want to see more of her. And I hope she appears in Task Force Z, because her character is amazing and I enjoyed every second of her presence in this story.)

She is talking about how new reporters want to know how to get a good story and she says this “it is never the stories that you try to find that matter, it is the stories that find you”. Well, funny you say that Deb, because that’s exactly how things turn out here.

Here is the thing, Matthew Rosenberg is very clever, so we have a whole scene with Deb trying to get information from some guy, they hold a conversation and all that BUT that scene is meant to distract us from what is really going on. What we are being distracted from is seeing Jason.

You are not supposed to notice him at first glance, in fact, when I first read this part, I only noticed him when I went back and read it again.

If you realised Jason was there or you had to go back and read it again, you will notice that Jason caused trouble just to leave a note on Deb’s pocket without her noticing. But, I mean, when I say that Jason “caused trouble” I am saying that he made a fight break out, was there really a need for Jason to do that? No! Jason is just being his dramatic self and that’s beautiful. I love it when Jason is overdramatic… it is one of the things that make him special!

When she gets the note and reads it, that how the “story” finds her.

Through the note Jason gets Deb to go to the morgue to investigate why bodies are disappearing. When she goes there, she learns that is where the Arkham patients that died in A-day are, but while she is there one of the bodies appears to be missing.

Deb seems to be interested in pursuing the investigation but it is extremely bizarre for her. When she leaves the morgue, she gets attacked by an unknown individual that tells her that she should drop the investigation about the missing bodies.

Deb doesn’t get to talk much with this person because Batman appears and knocks out her attacker, when he sees that she is safe, he also tells her that she shouldn’t get involved in that situation. Which is, I believe, the final push that Deb needed to pursue this story. She even tells him “Are you my editor now, Batman? Because I don’t like it when strange men tell me how to do my job, and they don’t come much stranger than you”. She is a queen your honour!

How many times have we seen people stand up to Batman? Not many, so, she is definitely something else! She was so firm in her statement that Batman left her alone! Bye loser!

The next thing Deb does is chat with Vicky Vale and ask her for advice in a bar. It is clear that Deb really wants to write about this story but as she tells Vicky about her attacker and Batman telling her to not get involved, Vicky also suggests to not get involved because she believes Batman knows better. For a moment, Vicky even thought that Deb was giving her the story, like hell Vicky!

Deb just wanted advice because she had never written about that kind of situations, crime, or should I say, crime in Gotham, weren’t something Deb used to write about.

After her chat with Vicky, Deb goes home, and that’s when we see Jason for the first time… yeah, this man broke into her home and was sitting there eating her cereal. What an amazing first impression Chonky, you truly are a piece of work.

As I mentioned earlier, Jason is wearing his Red Hood suit, but not the “classic” one or the “outlaw” one, he is wearing the suit that Batman gave him at the end of Urban Legends: Cheer. This, of course, confirms what we already knew, this story picks up directly from Cheer and they are both currently canon in this timeline.

Part Two – Detective Comics #1042

This is the best part of the story; this is where all the Jason Todd/Red Hood content gives you a warm hug and boops your nose. This is pure bliss for me Jason Nation. I read this and Urban Legends: Cheer was washed away from my system.

It is very Matthew Rosenberg-like, if you know me you know that he is one of my favourite writers and I have talked fondly about his work. In this part is where I can see hints of Clint’s (Hawkeye) funny characterization but Jason is still his own man. Their humour is similar but Jason isn’t laid back, he is constantly alert and he seems to have his head in the game.

Jason is also a little shit and I mean that in the best way because little shit Jason is my favourite Jason and I missed him SO MUCH! He is back! Tell a friend, little shit Jason Todd is back and he is being extra annoying. (I love this bitch).

Anyway, back to the actual story, we see Jason and Deb at a restaurant and for some reason Jason cannot stop eating. As they get the food Deb tells Jason that he is being weird and that he is making everyone look at them, but Jason (the little shit that he is) tells her that the reason why they are looking their way is because she smells (like alcohol, she is drunk from going to the bar with Vicky). Can you believe this man? Deb is also a little shit though, which makes their dynamic absolutely perfect.

Jason tells Deb that it was indeed him the one that put the note on her pocket and the one that caused a fight to break out, and he confirms that he did that because he thought it would be the only way to get Deb’s attention.

Jason and Deb really are one great pair, they match each other in all the levels. He tells her something, she questions further, he teases her, and she teases back. I see it, a new dynamic duo incoming!

This Jason really wants to know what is going on with the missing bodies but he also seems to believe that he cannot do it on his own so he is looking for a person that has more connections than him to do the most difficult investigation without needing to use force or scare tactics of his own.

He probably read her stuff and learnt about her because he tells her that she would be really good for the job, that he likes her writing and that if he is alive at the end of this whole operation Deb might get a Pulitzer from her work. This is obviously something that Deb wants and Jason seems to know that he is saying all the right things.

And that is amazing, how long has it been since we saw this version of Jason? The one that plans, and works on the ins and outs of his ideas, this man probably stalked Deb, so he could know exactly how to convince her to do a job that he couldn’t probably do. And that is also amazing, Rosenberg is writing Jason as a competent and skilled vigilante but he is also setting some boundaries in a good way, why would Jason compromise his work by scaring and interrogating people when he can choose another path, Jason has never been above “using” people to get information or to get a message across. Duality and interesting vigilantes, I see you.

But that’s not all, when Deb gets tired of Jason’s bullshit and the whole “I am the Red Hood and we should work together” thing, Jason (the annoying little shit that he is) tells her that if she leaves, he knows who to give the story to, Vicky Vale.

That seems to make her stop and when Jason says that he likes her (Deb’s) writing better, he fully convinces her to work with him, or so he thought… Deb (the little shit that she is) tells him that she accepts and that Red Hood can be her “angry little sidekick”, fine DC, I will let this one pass because I am in a good mood and Rosenberg doesn’t make much of a big deal out of it.

Jason and Deb start brainstorming about why would someone steal Astrid Arkham’s body, Deb suggest she faker her death but Jason tells Deb “A town like this has a lot of uses for a corpse like hers… Just because she was dead doesn’t mean she still is”, I don’t think Jason understood how creepy that initial comment came out as, like we know all the shit Gotham has going one and the Lazarus Pits and all that but… shit Jason, you need to be less creepy! Maybe we should start calling you the “masked creep” like Deb suggested!

Jason gives Deb a place for her to start a new investigation and leaves, yup, he just leaves after he ate all the food he asked for. She left her alone and made her pay for his meal! Chonky you are mean!

Don’t worry though, Deb was already thinking that whatever new information she might get she would not be sharing it with her new sidekick.

Deb really wants to write about this story and she wants to be recognised for the work that she does, so she goes the extra mile and gets information from a guy that works closely with the mayor, but here is the thing, by doing that she compromised one of Vicky’s stories, but Vicky stops being mad the moment that Deb tells her that the new in formation that she got might never be passed down to her new friend (Red Hood). But joke is on them both because Jason bugged Deb’s phone and is being sneaky.

Jason Todd planning ahead, working with people to make the investigation smoother but also tracking and bugging people’s devices, this is brilliant! I love competent Jason being back in the game, he is lovely (and hot)!

Going back to Deb, she is watching some very shady men do shady things, because she cannot just go there and ask what they are doing, she decides to go to her car so she can do an improv stakeout. What she didn’t expect when she got in her car was Red Hood also getting in, and this is where more funny interactions between these two happen.

She is angry, and asks him if he has been following her or had her phone bugged and Jason (the little shit) says “Yes, I put a bug on your phone that morning on the subway. You think I would stage a fight just to put a note in your pocket? I had to make sure I could trust you. I can’t by the way”, I love him, that’s all I have to say. He is so invested in telling her all that that he doesn’t see that Deb isn’t paying attention to him because she is watching the shady men steal dead bodies.

This is where Jason makes an executive decision, a stupid executive decision, but would it be fun and interesting if Jason had a plan for every outcome? No, the answer is no. And that’s why Batman is a boring piece of shit “I am always prepared”, oh shut up you ding dong, nobody asked you!!!

The panel of Jason saying “let me go ask”(what they are doing with the dead bodies), along with the panel of him looking like he is modelling his way towards the shady men, is fantastic. Is it dumb? Yes, but Jason is a dramatic bitch and that has to be accepted.

Jason starts the fight by doing some acrobatic moves and Deb gets knocked out just when she had started to call the police.

Part Three – Detective Comics #1043

The last part starts with Deb just recovering from being hit, she wasn’t really a target to this people but she wasn’t lucky. And I bet Deb would have preferred to stay down because Batman comes again pretending to save the day (go away bat, go!). Do you guys remember when I said that Deb was as much a little shit as Jason? Well, when Batman tells Deb that he had told her to not get involved she says “I was going to, but he dragged me back into it”, while pointing at Red Hood, I swear she and Jason could take over the world just by annoying everyone!

The police are coming to the place, which is very strange because Deb didn’t get to say much when she called them initially but the police being close means that the Bat has to go, so he takes Deb with him even though she doesn’t want to leave Red Hood alone… she cares about Chonky, Jason Nation, she is one of us!

I am not going to waste much time speaking about Bruce and his annoying presence but he NEEDS to understand that he is not the only one that cares for Gotham, and he is not the only one who is ready to get their hands dirty in order to help. He might be vengeance and whatever else he wants but people like Deb can help in other ways, writing a story and making more people aware of the shady stuff that is going on can also be a good thing. Maybe it is time for Bruce to be pushed down his high horse and be taught that he isn’t the only one that wants Gotham to be better and safer.

Meanwhile Jason is still fighting the baddies but then the police also appear, they don’t get to do much because the Bat disarms them or whatever but here is where a wonderful thing happens! Batman tells Red Hood to leave it alone, to not get involved and Jason says this “You can go, Batman. I’m seeing this through”

CHONKY! YOU DID IT! OH MY GODS I NEVER THOUGHT WE WOULD SEE THIS DAY EVER AGAIN! JASON TOLD BRUCE TO FUCK OFF!

Hell yeah baby, that’s my Chonky right there! I don’t even care about the fact that him not leaving got him captured because guess what! That means that getting captured had to happen in order to give Jason an ongoing and I am happy about it, call me dumb but a Red Hood ongoing is what I was missing!

Now here is the mystery part, which I hadn’t realised up until I recorded myself making the review (if you want to hear me losing my mind over this, check out the audio), the baddies that were stealing the bodies and Jason was fighting were actually FBI?

I mean, it is funny no? We know, now, that Crispin in Task Force Z said that he took Jason from the FBI and he was the only one keeping him from being a fugitive… what if these people aren’t FBI? What if they work for Crispin? I mean, Crispin should have been the one stealing the dead bodies because he had Astrid, Bane and Man-Bat as zombies working for him…

Hmm, this Crispin person gets shadier and shadier by the second. He sucks big time, Chonky be careful baby, don’t trust the speaker person, they are mean!

After the FBI shows up we jump forward in time and we get to see that Deb published a story titled “Red Hood Captured and Dead Bodies Lost”. It seems that she at the very least go half a story out but she doesn’t seem satisfied.

On the other side we also see the Mayor and a mystery man discussing Deb’s article and feeling like their project (Project Halperin) has been compromised but the mystery man isn’t very worried.

Maybe mystery man is Crispin, and maybe the FBI wasn’t really the FBI and all he wanted was to get Jason to lead his team of undead people. Maybe Crispin knows of Jason’s connection to the Lazarus Pit and that’s why he needed Jason and not just anyone for the job.

The final pages from this party show us Jason in a chair, someone is talking to him and offering him a job. Having read Task Force Z we can speculate that the one talking is Crispin and that was the first time Jason got to know about the Task Force Z and why the hell dead bodies where disappearing.

Well, that is all! I LOVED this story; it was extremely well written and it gets even better after you read Task Force Z!

Jason’s characterization is excellent and I am very pleased with how Rosenberg chose to display some of his abilities and skills. For a three-part back up story, I have to say, this is the best piece of Jason content we have had this year.

This review should have come out earlier than the Task Force Z one BUT I think that having read this again after Task Force Z was a great idea. Some things started to make more sense once I had more information!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this review, tell me what you thought of it and if you hear the audio let me know what you thought of that too!

#jason todd #red hood #task force z #dc comics

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wrenhyperfixates · 3 years

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Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: When the Avengers latest mission is to visit local schools, Loki’s insecurities start to get the better of him. But with you to there comfort him, he realizes that with you by his side, he can do anything. Warnings: a little angsty, but mainly fluff A/N: Enjoy :)

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Loki frowned, looking out the window, down at the Avengers getting into Stark’s limo. They were doing some kind of awareness week at schools in the city, something or other about being a good citizen and staying safe. The God of Mischief had been invited to come, but he didn’t think it a particularly good idea. He’d never done anything with children before, and he wasn’t sure this was the best time to try.

“Loki?” you asked out of the blue. He whipped around at the sound of your voice. “What are you still doing here?”

“Oh, hello, darling. I just did not feel like going,” he said with a shrug. It wasn’t entirely a lie, but he still felt bad. “And what about you?”

“They insisted someone stay in case of an emergency call,” you explained. You weren’t totally sold on his excuse, but were terrified of pushing him, especially because things were going so well between you recently. “So that means we’re alone, right?”

“Yes, darling. Indeed, it does,” he replied, a smile curling on his lips.

Faster than lightning, Loki was pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. You’d been dating for a little over a month, but were keeping it a secret from the rest of the Avengers. You both had your own reasons for that. Loki was afraid they wouldn’t approve and try to come between you. You, however were worried that Loki would put too much pressure on himself to be perfect if they knew, ending in him pulling away from you, convinced he wasn’t good enough. But either way, you agreed it was too soon to let them know. Soon, Loki had you pinned on the couch with his body, the raw desire in his kiss only growing. All too soon, you had to break for air, but you were quick to recapture his lips after catching your breath.

After a while, you were content to just lay with each other, cuddling while a movie played in the background. You were talking, and it reminded you of his flaky excuse from earlier. You were still worried about pressing, but god damn it, he was your boyfriend and you should be allowed to check on him.

“So...” you began.

“So?”

“So what’s the real reason why you didn’t go with the rest of the team?”

“Ah,” he said. “That.”

“Mhm. You don’t have to tell me,” you replied, caressing his cheek, “but you can always talk to me. I’m here for you, Loki. I promise.”

“I know, darling. Thank you,” he said against your skin as he nuzzled into your neck. He didn’t want to trouble you with what was on his mind, but your eyes were so innocent and full of adoration that he couldn’t resist. “I am afraid. Afraid that I would not be good with kids, that I would frighten them. Afraid that their parents would learn of my visit and cause an uproar. Afraid that I will never escape my past.”

“Oh, Loki,” you cooed, filled with compassion. You wanted to take his face in your hands, but he was still hiding in the crook of your neck. You settled for intertwining your fingers with his. “You are so, so much more than your past. New York wasn’t even your fault, for crying out loud. You are amazing, kind, insightful, compassionate, intelligent, beautiful. The list goes on and on, I assure you. The only way to deal with your fears is to face them head on, don’t you think? They may not even come true.”

You could feel his tears staining your skin, though he was obviously trying to hold them back. You were overcome with a powerful need to comfort him, to protect him from the world. It was so unfair that after all he’d been through, everyone who had hurt him, he blamed himself for all this. That he worried he wasn’t worthy of love when he was, in fact, the most deserving person you’d ever met.

“My darling,” he whispered, his voice breaking ever so slightly. Your chest swelled with pride as you realized you were one of the few—possibly the only—people he let himself be vulnerable with. “I cannot thank you enough for your words, truly.”

“You’re welcome, Loki,” you replied, taking a page out of his book and kissing the back of his hand. “You mean the world to me, my love.”

“And you the same to me,” he finally lifted his head up, and you turned to look at him. “I feel I can do anything with you at my side.”

“Does that mean what I think it does?”

“Yes. I will go with the rest of the team tomorrow if, and only if, you come with me.”

“Deal,” you agreed, kissing along his jawline and starting another make-out session.

Luckily, you heard the Avengers before you were in view of each other, giving you and Loki a chance to untangle yourselves and move to opposite ends of the couch. You shared a smile before turning your attentions to the TV as if that’s what you’d been doing the whole time.

“Well, I hope you two had a nice time while we were out doing hard work,” Tony joked.

“Tell you what,” you replied. “You get someone else to hold down the fort, and we’ll go tomorrow.”

“I’ll stay,” Bruce volunteered, a little too excitedly. He never was one for social settings. “Have fun.”

After catching up for a few minutes, you were all setting about your various tasks for the rest of the day. Before meeting Sam in the training room, you gave Loki’s hand a quick squeeze and pecked him on the cheek. Once you were gone, a feeling of dread settled in the pit of his stomach. But he’d meant what he said, and he was willing to do anything so long as you were there.

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“What do you mean we can’t visit the same classroom?” you incredulously asked.

“It’s too slow,” Steve explained. “We cover more ground, so to speak, if we split up.”

“But can’t Loki and I be a pair? Please,” you pouted.

“Sorry guys,” he said. “We have to stick to the plan if we’re going to get to all the classes.”

You frowned as he walked away. You understood where he was coming from, but felt like he should have been able to make an exception. But it seemed like there was no getting him to budge, so you dropped the matter.

“Hey, at least our classes will be right next to each other,” you tried to comfort Loki as you all walked towards your assignments. “I’m sorry I can’t stay with you though. I know I promised.”

“Oh, my sweet darling,” Loki replied, pulling you aside to give you a quick kiss. “It is not your fault. It is some Midgardian rite of passage, is it not, to be scared on your first day of school?”

You smiled at the way he was cheering you up, despite obviously being very worried about the whole situation himself. Honestly, you really couldn’t fathom why anyone was afraid of this gentle, beautiful man before you. Why he was afraid of himself.

“I love you, Loki,” you said, giving him a big hug. He melted into your touch. “You’re going to be wonderful. You feel ok with this, right? We’ll figure something out if you don’t.”

“I shall muddle through, somehow,” he assured you. “It is like you said, I must face my fears.”

You gave him one last encouraging hug and smile before disappearing into the classroom you’d be talking in. He took a deep breath before knocking on the door of his assigned room. The teacher, a middle-aged man with hair starting to gray, welcomed him. It was a little unnerving to Loki that he seemed to have no qualms with the God of Mischief entering the threshold. The class, too, was watching him with nothing less than rapt attention and bright eyes. Perhaps you were right, after all, and not as many people as he thought were still holding onto the image he’d had when he first came to Midgard.

“Hello, children,” he began after a nervous gulp. “It is lovely to be here with you today.”

“Hello, Mr. Loki,” they chorused back.

As he began the talk on safety, he relaxed a bit. It was a room full of third graders, for Norns’ sake. He had faced off against fire serpents and sea monsters. Surely he could handle a group of kids. And as he soon found out, he was right indeed. More than handle, in fact; he was great with them! As he waltzed out of the room and into the next, he wondered if he might have a family of his own one day. He didn’t know how you felt about adopting, but he was starting to like the idea. It didn’t go too well for him in his childhood, but he could ensure that some other innocent kid won’t go through what he did. Besides, the circumstances were entirely different. Though, he supposed he was getting ahead of himself, imagining having a family with you. Still, it sent a thrill right to his heart.

After a very successful morning, he met back up with you. Being the first two done with the presentations, Loki took the opportunity to whisk you away to a secluded hallway to kiss you again.

“So it went well, I take it,” you laughed as you broke away.

“Just as you said it would, darling. I even had fun.”

“Well then, congratulations, my love. I think that deserves another kiss,” you said, wrapping your arms behind his neck.

“I think that you are right,” he agreed, tickling you a little.

As your lips met again, you heard a loud, overdramatic gasp that could only belong to Tony. You both sprung back from each other, realizing the hallway wasn’t as private as you’d originally believed. Besides Tony, the other Avengers were all standing there, taking in the scene too. Shooting each other a nervous glance, you and Loki braced yourselves for whatever came next.

“You two,” Tony said, feigning utter shock and hurt, “are dating? Woe is me! How could you keep this a secret from us, your dearest teammates?”

“Spare me, Stark,” Loki said, rolling his eyes and taking your hand. If you’d been found out, might as well be confident about it. “Yes, we are together. And I, for one, couldn’t be happier.”

“Neither could I,” you agreed, going to kiss him again.

“Now, now,” Tony interjected. He stood between you and put an arm over each of your shoulders, leading the way outside. “No kissing in the halls. But you know what? I think this is the start of an awesome era for the Avengers. Just think of all the jokes!”

You giggled as Loki rolled his eyes again, though he was fighting a losing battle with a grin. As you got into the limo, fingers locked once again, Loki began to accept something. It was right what you’d said about that not being the real him at the Battle of New York. No, he was himself now. Someone different, perhaps better and stronger than ever before. And it was you in a large part who had helped him see that. He knew in that moment that he’d been entirely right; with you by his side, he could do anything.

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sylvie-writes · 3 years

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𝐀𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐦 ✯ 𝐒. 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

word count: 4,000

pairing: steve rogers x female reader

summary: If one had to live the same day over and over again, it would be most sensible of them to choose the best one. Well unfortunately for you, you didn’t get a choice.

warnings: angst

a/n: this was the one-shot i had posted a preview of and i apologize for taking so long to post it. i couldn’t decide how to end it so then i took a poll and it was a fluffy ending, which helped me a bit! thanks! btw sorry if the formatting looks weird. on my computer it looks weird, but on my phone it looks normal so idk.

please excuse any mistakes!

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For the first time in years, you awoke to notice the light of the sun and how it ever so brightly twinkled. The sun had never actually disappeared, but today you had actually taken the time to notice it in all of its glory. Just the mere sight brought a bittersweet smile to your face, along with the feeling of delight, something you had missed so dearly during the dark period of time that had finally ended yesterday. Half of the world had disappeared for what seemed forever and with that no longer looming over your head, you could actually live and enjoy life for what it is. It may sound cliche, but the sun did seem brighter to you now, and the world a happier place after being reset. Last night, you had watched the news and for the first time in forever, it was enjoyable. On the screen, images of people reuniting along with many others sending words of thanks to your crew mates turned family, the Avengers.

Today, you were mostly relishing in the peace, but just a small bit of worry settled in your stomach as Steve was returning the stones back to their normal timelines. No matter how many times Sam offered to go with him, the stubborn man refused, still ready to take the risk on his own. Times like these made you miss Nat even more as she was probably the only person, aside from you, to be able to talk Steve out of anything. Instead of continuing to dwell on the matter that was out of your hands, you turned away from the sunny window and to your left. The sound of your shuffling in the sheets must’ve awoken the man beside you as his grip tightened its hold on your waist. He pulled you closer into his chest and then wrapped two arms around you, forming a warm and inviting hug. After some sleepy groaning, lips met the top of your head which you could only tell by feeling since your face was currently being squished into the man.

“Good Morning, gorgeous. What time is it?” Steve picked his chin up from the top of your head, peering over to your nightstand where the clock sat. As he did so, he noticed you were squeezing your eyes shut and murmuring some silent “no’s” and “it’s not time yet.”

He chuckled at your defiance and then unwrapped his arms so he could lean back and instead run his fingers through your hair. “I hate to break it to you, but we have to meet the rest of the team in an hour.”

Turning onto your stomach, you threw your face into Steve’s pillow while also ignoring his annoying bright smile as if he was entertained. “Ugh, can’t they just wait. It’s not like the stones have suddenly grown feet and are gonna run away.”

“Hon, you’ve left me no choice.”

It got freakishly quiet and next thing you knew, Steve had thrown back the sheets and thrown you over his shoulder.

“Steve! I was just about to get up!!” You quickly sat up to face the blonde and not his backside which caused him to somehow gently rotate you in a way that you were now being held bridal style. Steve simply shrugged and kissed your forehead before heading to the bathroom to start the shower, you still in his arms.

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It was only supposed to be seconds.

And as of now, it has been at least a minute.

All hell's breaking loose at the moment. Bucky, feet glued to the ground, looks around as if Steve is gonna magically appear and Sam is worriedly questioning Bruce who is anxiously messing with the buttons of his controls. On the other hand, you are still staring at the platform, the traffic in your mind finally halting which ultimately caused you to drop to the floor in shock. As you were out cold on the ground, Sam looked over for a split second and luckily caught you in his sight.

About fifteen minutes later, you woke up in the infirmary. You looked to your right where Bruce was standing with a water while Bucky and Sam waved at you from the nearby seats. Your first reaction was anger as you saw the three here and not working on getting Steve back who was currently nowhere in sight. Rejecting the bottle, you sat up straight. With fire in your eyes, you stared at Bruce, “Where is he?”

The gentle giant just shook his head, urging you to drink more water. Immediately, you ripped the i.v tube from your arm, ignoring the slight burn and then the draft from the paper gown that clothed your body. Just as you made it to the door, both Sam and Bucky held out their hands, stopping you from exiting.

“Woah woah, missy. Where do you think you are going?”

Bucky slowly reached out to place a hand on your waist in a way to make sure that you wouldn’t run off while Sam distracted you further.

“To find Steve.”

Sam sucked in a harsh breath and folded his arms over his chest. “(y/n). We all care about both you and Steve very much-”

“If you did care, then you’d be out there looking for him!” Your emotions had finally bubbled over and now resentful tears were starting to emerge.

“Think about what you just said because it doesn’t make sense! We are just as worried as you are and we’ve done everything, and I mean everything, we can. He’s gone.” Sam’s eyes softened and he put a hand on your shoulder, “Please get some rest. There’s nothing else to be done.” The stubbornness started to subside and in turn, reality seeped into your mind. You then looked to Bucky, seeing that he was looking at you the same way as Sam.

“Sam and I will be on the lookout. I promise (y/n). Steve wouldn’t want you up right now and you know that.”

With a childlike huff you turned back towards the bed as the two men ushered you to it.

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Hours must have passed because next thing you knew it was morning again and you were back in your own bed. It was somewhat shocking as you felt as good as new, possibly even better than you’ve felt before. As you finally awoke, you felt something heavy on your waist and looking down, you noticed an arm slung around your torso. You blinked a few times to make sure it was real and your mind then ran to the most sensible conclusion.

Whispering, you stared at the hand as if it was foreign, “Bucky?”

Suddenly a voice replied in all of its deepend glory, “Sorry, doll, but it’s Steve.”

The hand then moved and you heard sheets shuffling as Steve turned onto his back to stretch his arms with an overdramatic yawn.

You shot up faster than an eager student’s hand. With a soft gasp you brought a hand to your lips. It couldn’t be…

“W-When did-d you get back?” It was quiet, but Steve’s enhanced hearing picked it up just as he had done so a few seconds before.

“What do you mean?” He looked at you with pure confusion.

“You returned the time stones. Yesterday… And you never came back.”

Dark blonde eyebrows creased together and a hand made its way to your forehead. “(y/n), you are worrying me. We aren’t returning the stones until today. Are you okay? What did you eat last night?”

Before Steve could mother goose anymore, you clumsily shuffled out of the bed, but not removing eye contact from the man. “I’ll-I’ll be right back.”

You slipped on shoes, apparently mismatched ones, but you were too anxious to care. In a millisecond, the bedroom door was shut. You, running out like you were fearing for your life and Steve on the other side, concerned and confused.

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“GUYS, THEY ARE REAL! WE ARE GONNA NEED TO GO INTO LOCKDOWN!”

Running into the kitchen like a madwoman, you screamed the words you believed to be true. The innocent bystanders, Scott and Wanda, were currently gathering the rest of their things, while Bruce stood in the kitchen making breakfast. Everyone had been ready to go off onto their own paths after the events of yesterday (including Tony’s funeral), but currently you thought you held some mind-blowing information that would stop time, so to say.

“(y/n) what’s happening?” Wanda threw down her box and rushed to your side as you were already talking a mile a minute. None of them could understand a single word for it sounded like absolute gibberish.

“There is a shapeshifter in my room. You know, those things Carol talked about! I thought she was bullshitting us, but the Skrulls or whatever are real. What are we gonna do? I know there are some th-”

“Darling, what are you going on about? There’s nothing in our room, I just came from there. You’ve been acting weird all morning.” Entering the common area, Steve leaned up against the doorway before beginning to approach your shaking form.

Absolute horror in your eyes, you looked at Steve in terror as he now tenderly held your wrists in his hands.

“It’s you.”

He titled his head like a confused puppy while the rest of the onlookers stood by. You weren’t sure what to say for if you said “it’s him,” that would be equivalent to standing in a bank robbery and calling the cops right in front of the shooter. Rather you went with what you thought was smart and uttered Wanda’s name.

It took her a second, but she looked as if she had caught on once having invaded your thoughts. Although, your hope was lost when she ended up mirroring Steve’s perplexed look.

Taking matters into your own hands (quite literally,) you roughly shook your hands free from Steve’s loving hold and walked over to the nearby side table, discreetly eying the lamp. From first glance, it looked to the team members as if you were simply going to turn on the light, but all of a sudden, the lamp was in your hands and ready to launch at Steve. A mixture of “stops” and gasps sounded when it flew in the air. The team was quick to act, but it all happened in slow-motion for you.

The lamp froze in the air with a red aura surrounding it thanks to Wanda while Steve tossed himself at you to avoid the incoming object. Of course, by doing so he rolled to make sure not to crush you while making impact with the ground. Once everything stopped, the lamp was returned to its place and your teammates started to slowly approach, you went to stand up, but Steve’s grasp stopped you. In fact, he flipped you over so your back was now on the carpet, an aggravated blonde now hanging over your body. His hands were pinning down your once flailing arms and his eyes burned into your own.

“(y/n). Tell me what is going on. Now.” Rarely did Steve ever use this tone with you. Actually, he’s never used it with you. It also occurred to you that you probably looked a bit insane to your friends and boyfriend, so you figured it was time to come clean. If they thought you were deranged, then oh well. What else was there to do?

“If you aren’t a shapeshifter then what’s happening!?!”

You reached out to grab the fistfuls of his shirt before beginning to cry quietly. Steve could sense you were really upset over whatever this is because you were never one to act in such an irrational way. At this point, Bruce, Wanda and Scott stood by, concerned for you and the current situation. Steve leisurely leaned down, pressing a comforting kiss to your temple before hovering by your ear.

“What is wrong, my love? Tell me so I can help you.”

Stopping the tears, you peered up at the man who you trusted your life with. So far, you had managed to convince yourself that this was really your Steve, but that only left one conclusion, yet you didn’t want to believe it. Not yet anyway.

“Steve, you disappeared...yesterday. I can remember it all, I swear.” Your voice died down as you thought of a way to convince them. “Bruce, tell them, you were there too! Please, I’ve already lived this day.”

Chiming in from the back was Bruce, “What day do you think it is then?”

You replied the date at which Wanda told you that it wasn’t, but rather that it was the day before.

Steve had loosened his hold on you at this point and you managed to scoot up and lean up back against the side table.

“So then what does that mean? I’m living the same day… over again?”

Everyone started to nod in acceptance like they were welcoming the idea and you just suddenly burst out, hysterically laughing at the ridiculousness.“Well that’s just great, guys! I’ve lost my damn mind. It’s okay you all don’t have to play along, just ship me away already, will y’a?”

“I’ve gone off the rails, Steven. How do you even put up with this!?” You motioned to yourself in disgust and Steve laughed, shaking his head. “Sweetheart, I’ve seen a lot, especially these last five years, so this doesn’t even sound remotely crazy.”

Scott moved closer to reassure you. “No, (y/n), you haven’t! This is entirely possible. believe it or not. In simplest terms, it’s like that movie,” The man paused to think before shining a boastful smile at you, “Groundhog’s Day. You know, the one with Bill Murray.”

Bruce piped up from his distant spot in the kitchen, “Not another movie, Scott! We’ve already discussed this, just because it was in a movie, doesn’t make it true.”

“Hey, don’t knock it till you try it. That IS how we found time travel after all. Thank god my parents let me watch Back to the Future or else-”

The doctor looked at Scott with a face that practically screamed “fair enough and please just shut up,” which the rambling man took note of as he quickly piped down. (You took note of this situation and for future reference remembered not to ask them this question for the rest of the time you’d live this day.)

From there, you and the team spent the rest of the time trying to figure whatever it is before Steve had to leave with the stones. You only hoped that night everything would be normal or that this was really just a bad and very vivid dream.

An extremely bad one.

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Unfortunately, you awoke the next morning in the same position that you’d love to be in any other day, which was Steve’s arm cocooning you.

Starting from today on and for the next ten days or so, you’d approach the day as such.

In the morning, you’d try your hardest to convince Steve to not leave.

He’d ask you why and you’d come up with some bullshit excuse, different from the day before, along with some puppy eyes that the man would just laugh at. As you pouted, he’d kiss your sulking lips and murmur “you’re so silly, doll.”

No matter how many times you tried to convince him, he ironically always said that exact phrase in return.

Needless to say it was a bit annoying and you were tired of living the same day over and over again. Steve would never not do something for the world unless it meant hurting you. If only he knew that this simple act was like driving a knife straight through your heart.

You tried to keep count of the amount of days on a piece of paper, but soon discovered that would be useless by day two since it just disappeared into thin air.

Of all the days to relive, it just had to be the one where Steve vanished. Yet, no matter how many times you live that day, a pit of angst always settled in your stomach even though you knew what was to come later on that day. It was absolute torture seeing the love of your life perish before you and you couldn’t do anything to change it. Sometimes at night, while you laid alone, you’d wonder why of all the days that it had to be this one. What had you done to piss off the universe so bad?

Finally, by what you assumed was day eight, you just accepted your fate and decided to just have some fun with it. If you were gonna have to suffer, you might as well make something out of the day. Granted you were gonna solve cancer or help homelessness because your efforts would be reset the “next” day.

As the team prepared for Steve’s departure, you’d be out eating tons and tons of your favorite meals knowing that it wouldn’t affect you tomorrow. One day you even spontaneously caught a plane to some country you’d never even visited and just blew an unfathomable amount of money. On other days, you had also invested time and money into getting your hair done into impossible and whacky styles while simultaneously regretting not having painted your nails the day before. It was stupid to worry about or even bring up, but they were constantly chipped and it was aggravating to look at as you foolishly sped through the city in an expensive car that wouldn’t be yours tomorrow.

What you were doing was absolutely careless, reckless and just downright out of character for anyone, especially you. Yet when you knew it all wouldn’t matter tomorrow, you carried on with your disregard for the world. Numb from the pain you were just trying to feel something.

When it finally came time for Steve to leave, you’d bid him goodbye and when he vanished, you would see Sam, Bucky, and Bruce’s shocked expressions for what felt like the thousandth time. Honestly, you knew they wouldn’t remember and instead you’d just walk away, trying your best to not let your emotions jump out once more. You figured that after the tenth day, you were just desensitized and that you should be unaffected by now, when in reality you were still hurting. At this point, even though you got to spend time with Steve, your hours hurting outweighed your hours enjoying life.

There was no use in any longer faking to yourself. The logic of “what you think is what you become,” wasn’t helping so you instead swallowed the bitter pill of reality and moved on. For real this time.

You had finally come to accept that Steve was gonna be gone and no one knew when he’d come back, but you knew one thing.

The pain of constantly seeing him disappear, knowing there was nothing you could say or do to stop him because boy did you try, was much more profound than that of the pain you felt when he was just gone. There was more hope for him to return that way than not moving on at all.

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Somehow, by doing so and accepting the truth, the universe reset that night.

You woke up and Steve wasn’t there.

For having lived the same day on repeat for at least 3 weeks time, you knew with absolute certainty that he was gonna be there.

These people you’d been living were practically programmed with a script so there was surely no way anything could change unless…

“Hey (y/n) glad to see you are awake. We have some good news.”

At that moment Sam popped his head in from the hallway and you couldn’t keep a smile at bay.

It was finally a new day.

The man gave you a confused look, but was happy nonetheless to see you.

“Wow, you seem pretty chipper for someone who has been through a lot in the past few hours. You good?” Sam came to your bedside and gave you a blueberry muffin wrapped in a thin napkin. It was hard to come by muffins in the compound, let alone breakfast at all, and you felt a ping of joy when you noticed that Sam remembered your favorite snack. He’d always have your back whether it was a muffin or a bullet.

“It’s nothing. I am just happy that today is a new day and I can start with a clean slate.” Taking a bite into the muffin, you relished in the fresh and spongy cake while your conscience scolded you for not indulging in these during your everlasting day from hell.

“I don’t know what’s gotten to you, but I am loving the cringe-worthy optimism. Speaking of which, I have something to add to that.” You ignored the subtle dig at your newfound look on life and rather keened in on the last half of his words.

“Did you-” Tears started to brim your eyes. Happy ones. Soon your muffin was long forgotten as you threw off the covers and stood from the bed. Sam was quick to stand as well, steadying you when your sheets got tangled at your feet and you spun a bit.

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There he was.

Your Steve was standing before you with a look of adoration on his face while his arms were wide open, beckoning you to him.

“How?” A gasp of question fell from your lips and at this point you were sure your body and mind were gonna explode from this extra case of surprise, as if you hadn’t been through enough of that. It was astronomical that you could even feel that emotion at this point.

“Scott discovered that we somehow ripped time?” You furrowed your brows and Steve continued on. “ When you all sent me back to return, I guess it was a bit miscalculated.”

So it wasn’t all a dream? Could it really be that you had lived the same day on repeat? It was like someone had accidentally hit the repeat button for a song one too many times, but instead of a song, it was your life?

“Now I am not good with all the technical things, but apparently it stopped time in a way. Dr. Banner even said that it could have caused for some to experience some type of repetitive time abnormality!” Steve chuckled, not understanding a single word that he was saying to you. It was like a foreign language to him. He blamed it on being from a time where technology barely existed, but you and the rest of the team were quick to reassure him that it was confusing for all.

“Oh, if only you all knew.” Wrapping your arms around Steve’s slim waist, you nestled your face into his chest, inhaling his cologne and embracing his warmth. Steve placed his lips on the crown on your head and you two stayed that way for an eternity,

One day maybe you’d tell them the story, but for now you were gonna relish in the time you had with Steve. If you had learned anything from your experience, it was that time was a tricky thing and that you shouldn’t hold a grudge as life did on you for that day. You will never make any progress if you do. Live in the moment and roll with the punches life throws in your direction.

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Imagine Steve wanting to introduce you, his fiance, to his friends for a long time but hesitating because he hasn’t told them something about your past and how you met. You were once his student.

“And then I tell him that if he wants 'em, he can come and have 'em since he knows my place. Simple as that. In what way, shape or form is that considered insulting? Pepper didn't let me hear the end of it!” Tony was sitting in the white couch, as expected, waved his hands animatedly; effectively earning everyone's attention in the room. More than one carefully eyeing the cup of coffee in his one hand, one of whom being the owner of the office and therefore said white couch.

“Tony” was however the only warning he got this time because, luckily for him, said owner was busy between his files and a chaos going on through his mind and heart. Mind due to work, mostly, and heart due to more personal issues both for good and less good reasons.

“And you think she's without reason?” Natasha raised an eyebrow at her friend.

“I think she's without reason to be so overdramatic. She's fussing over everything these days and I don't even want to think about the way she'll react when I tell her about the party. With all the guests and the preparations, and f course drinks I'll be the one to choose because Stark Industries owes this much to friends and colleagues, but I'm-” he paused, as if being striked by an idea – how not surprising – in the middle of his rambling. This time it was to look, or more specifically, glare at his friend wo didn't notice something was up until silence had set into the room.

“Rogers!” he nearly exclaimed, not a second after they'd made eye-contact, not tat it lasted long because Steve couldn't help but glance at his phone – you hadn't texted him all day and he wasn't clingy but that wasn't how it was between you two – much as he wanted to not look away from Tony because who knows what would be said his way or thrown.

“You're Rogers? Why, Tony, you are the fiance after all?” Clint joked, toying with a pencil as if it were a drumstick “And you got married without telling us too? Oh wow.”

“Oh I'd be a handful for him, trust me. We already argue too much for that but-” he jumped up from his seat as he stalked his friend's desk, eyes narrowed at him “That was exactly what I had in mind: Steve's wonderful fiance who has oh-so-accidentally missed every single party I've housed for the past year and a half. Now, I don't know how suspicious that makes you, because it certainly makes me very suspicious for good-boy Rogers here and I think that before any explanations, which you'll definitely have to give, is an answer to this-” he drew in a long breath “Will we be meeting future Mrs Rogers this time, Captain, or have you come up with another excuse to avoid this?”

“Alright-” Steve cleared his throat, subtly but certainly very uncomfortably shifting in his place “First of all, I haven't been coming up with any excuses. Those were real reasons and I have by no means been trying to avoid it. Timing wasn't right and it's not like you always warn me in advance for me to plan ahead of time, as if anyone could keep up with you. Not that he is anywhere near less busy herself, Tony.” he shrugged, not making eye-contact, as he placed back all of the folders in their respective drawers “Maybe next time you should plan ahead of time, maybe next time you should just make a phone call since you know I'm not that good with messages or emails or anything else. Maybe, just maybe, you should even reconsider altogether, this and every other time, since we've all got work to do and it would be better if we didn't have that too. I'm just-”

“Incredible.” Tony breathed out, loud enough to cut his friend off “Simply incredible. Does-” he turned to Natasha, pointing at Steve “Does Fury do that? Do new teachers, like, train on how to be spies? History teacher by morning, secret Agent by night. And hey, Captain America can be far from just your nickname now, Steve!” Tony exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air “No, I mean it-” tony continued when he noticed the look he got from his friend “That was simply so masterful, so skillful. Changing the subject so easily and not giving an answer to mine either, yet again, is incredible on a whole new level.”

“I didn't- I'm-” Steve blinked, losing any and every ability to form a proper sentence because truth be told he had expected to get away with that much once more and it seemed like every worry he'd had for the ast couple days – ever since Tony casually brought up that he needed to do another gathering after all this time – seemed to resurface and slowly make his worst nightmares seem all the more likely to happen in real life.

“There are no excuses, guys, I'm being honest. It simply has not come up yet, that's all. I assure you, she'd very much love to meet you too.” he said but for one reason or another he still couldn't meet anyone's eyes. Those weren't lies, he knew, but hiding the truth – the entire truth that he couldn't bear to be out with yet – wasn't by any means easier in any way.

“And that's why we're not blaming you for anything, nobody is. Right Tony? Right?” Bruce asked with a pointed look at the man who rolled his eyes and dramatically flopped back in his previous seat “We'd just like to, to put it in simple words, meet the newest member of the family. Or the member-to-be. You clearly love that woman and, based on what you say, she does too. We'd just... like to know her, welcome her properly no matter what.”

Steve couldn't say it out loud, not yet, but he would admit it to himself that those last three words gave him more hope than anything else. No matter what. He wished so bad they'd think the same, all of them, both now and especially after meeting you. It wasn't that he wasn't proud of you. He was the happiest man on Earth to be by your side, to have you say yes to a marriage with him was something out of his wildest dreams and yet it was happening, and he was certainly the most proud fiance already for everything you'd achieved. And nobody could even dare to question if he was in love with you because it was written all over his face, in the way he smiled and he brightened up when he spoke about you, that showed how much in love with you he was.

But none of it was enough to shake his worries away. Not the support he already had from is family, not the acceptance he always found in them and not even, sadly, how much of a catch you already were. All that paled in comparison to-

“Ah speak for yourself, Bruce. I'm gonna be showing up at your doorstep to drag the both of you out if I have to. So you-” Tony spoke up, and breaking Steve's trail of thoughts he pointed a finger at him “Prepare for everything. I'm going to find out more about her soon and yes, that means I expect to see you both at the party although you gave me no answer yet. You tell her or I'll send a personal invitation.”

“Well-” he cleared his throat, turning to face his friends “To be quiet honest, I have more pressing matters in my mind right now than your party Tony, I'm sorry for that.” only half a lie, because all of his problems lately had to do with said parties and meetings – which in reality stemmed from one issue: the way he'd introduce you to his friends and only family “And- Weren't we talking about a different topic here? I liked that one better than what my day and night activities are.”

“Oh I certainly am not interested to know about the nightly ones. Keeping your fiance satisfied is your business alone, Steve.” Natasha chuckled, speaking up at last “The beard speaks enough for itself.” that earned more than a few chuckles and a look from Steve “But even I have to side with Tony here on the fact that it's been really too long. When are we going to meet her at last?”

“I'm sorry, did you just agree with me? I'm having a hard time wrapping my mind around that. What is the date? Barton, not that down, quick!”

“Tony” Bruce chastised his friend who raised his hands in surrender once more.

“I never said that I didn't want you to meet her.” Steve said with a sigh “Nor that you are not going to meet her. You will, at some point, and no Tony I don't mean the wedding. You'll meet her sooner.”

“I bet you could avoid that too by not inviting me to it.” Tony snorted and despite everything, it earned a chuckle from everyone.

“Don't give me any ideas. Well-” he sighed again softly, relaxing more “It's only... it's more complicated than it and though I wish I could explain it all, I feel like I don't even know where to start sometimes. It's hard. It's not bad or sad or anything like that, I'm just-” he paused, eyebrows furrowed deeply “It's a mess, in my head. All of it. Then again, I think it has always been, I won't lie. But I will sort it out, sooner than later, I promise that. And you'll get to meet her. Right now is just- it's not the time.”

His words earned him warm smiles and nods, just like a soft hum. A moment of silence, content and understanding amongst longtime friends, even though he had mostly avoided giving a direct answer or dealing with the issue at hand, followed until-

“But what if... she's in prison?” Tony's eyes were trained on the floor but his words effectively earned a few groans and ended the peace that had settled “Was in prison? No, no, think about it. Maybe she's a serial killer and Steve here doesn't want us to know? Maybe, he helped her escape? Maybe he helped in the crime too!”

“Oh gosh, Tony.” Steve rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but laugh.

“Hey, you're not directly denying it. And you're avoiding eye-contact. Did I hit a nerve? I hit a nerve!” Tony pointed at him but Steve only shook his head “Now I really wanna meet her.”

“Says the man who called the actual president of the United States “sweetheart” because that's why Pepper didn't let you hear the end of it. You said “If you want 'em, you can come and have 'em since you know my place, sweetheart.” loud and clear.” Steve pointed out.

“Hey, they're my inventions, ok, I'm not about to hand them over. So you know what? I had every right to! What would you do capsicle?”

“Don't know what Steve would do, but I know what I will do now. And that's stop waiting.” Clint got up from his own seat, stretching “I have three kids and little time as you all know. When will Sam be done?”

“I think he only had five minutes left. I still don't know why they keep gym for the last class of the day.” Steve admitted with a sigh “But I do think that if he started heading for the door now, we'd find him there. Save him the trip to my office and then call Rhodey to tell the guys to get ready.”

“Sounds like a plan to me! Let's get started, this place is huge as it is, we'll probably meet him halfway.” Tony was the first one to copy his movement before they were all soon out of the office, no less in silence though at least for long “Speaking of which, you thought about that offer yet? It's no small thing being wanted by such a big university, can't compare to a high school. No matter how big or state-of-the-art it may be. Besides, hey, you could finally feel at home with all those 90-year-olds there.”

“While that would sound lovely, seeing as none of them would tease me about my lack of knowledge on technology like someone I know-” he gave his friend a side look, despite the smile on his lips “But still, no, I think there is something about SHIELD that I won't be able to find there. I have the Phds, I should be fine, but this school was helped build by your father, by my aunt for something great and that means a lot more. So for now, I think I'll stay.”

“Your choice. Can't say I blame you either.” Tony shrugged, hands in his pockets “I know we'd all miss you if you had to move to somewhere else, me included. Oh just thinking about it- Lots of manful tears.”

Steve's lips parted, ready to reply, only for his words to get caught in his lips. And it wasn't just the big lump in his throat that prevented him from breathing, it wasn't just his lungs burning with lack of oxygen or his dry mouth that made him feel sick. Sick with worry, he had gotten used over time. Sick with realization that this was it, having been caught unprepared at that, he didn't know if he could accept. If his body could ever comprehend it to begin with, because right now all it felt like was as if every organ was failing one by one and every cell in his body had frozen up; as he took the image of you at the other end of the hallway.

“(Y/n)?” he breathed out in horror, like he never had done before in his life. Possibly in his dreams, worst nightmares actually – hard as it would be to believe it when it came to you being in them. It wasn't you, nor because of you, but the rest of the situation. It was those exact gasps he heard that were responsible.

“That's (Y/n)?” it sounded as shocked as he had expected.

“You gotta be kidding me. Rogers' got that? I need to know what his secret is now!” another whisper.

“Ah, there he is!” Sam, who only now Steve realized you had been talking to, exclaimed.

For the second time in only a matter of second, Steve felt his body freeze in its place only for this time, only half a second later, to spring into action. When you turned to fully face him and he spotted the bandaged hand, the scratches on your forehead and the small drops of blood on your shirt, all of his worries turned into actual fear but for entirely different reasons. He actually exclaimed this time, eyes wide “(Y/n)!”

“I know, I know.” you sighed, approaching him with an apologetic smile “I didn't call and didn't give you a single warning about this. I'm really so sorry about this. If it was up to me I- I wouldn't be here but-”

“Wha- No, honey, no!” he breathed out hastily cupping your face in both his hands, trying to take in every little detail that was there and that was not ever since he last saw you in the morning “I'm not- I would never- This is blood, (Y/n), what happened?!”

“Oh oh! No, don't worry.” you placed your hands on his “It's- it's nothing major, just a scratch here and there, probably because I wasn't driving. Paul is fine too, though they took him to a hospital just to be sure. Honestly, the car's in a far worse condition than any of us, the accident wasn't that bad in itself but-”

“Accident?” he gasped “You were in a car crash? Sweetheart-” he paused for a moment, doing another check over with his eyes, lips parted as if he was ready to bombard you with questions about your state, advice on your well-being and so many things that he should do but you knew he was holding himself back only because you weren't alone. He could be as over protective as he wanted but truth was there didn't seem to be a real reason the more he looked at you. He took in a shaky breath and nodded his head slowly Are you sure? Maybe you should have gone with him too, get a couple of check ups just in case-”

“Steve, no, I swear I'm fine, darling. Believe me please.” you whispered, emphasizing on the words, as you fixed your fiance with a look that made him let out a small sigh before he nodded his head and kissed your forehead, moving to your cheek and then briefly your lips.

“Are you sure there is not something I can do though?” he dared whisper “Maybe you should have-”

“No. Steve, no.” you shook your head, giving him one final look as if to warn him that you weren't going to take any of it now “Now-” you let a soft breath, smiling up at him “I hope we established that I don't need any pampering, not at the moment at least. See, I wouldn't have come here if I hadn't forgotten my keys, though. My phone is definitely in pieces so I couldn't really let you know and I thought I'd stop by to get your keys before, well-” you stopped, looking over his shoulder before giving him a tight-lipped and certainly very apologetic smile “You know. But- yeah. Seems like my timing's just too shitty today.”

Your words did earn a laugh from your fiance, and he could see it in your eyes just how much you appreciated the sight of him relaxing, not that he had the chance to tell you so before Tony spoke up.

“Uh pretty sure doesn't like that kinda language!” he came closer, nowhere nearly subtly pushing his friend away to extend his hand towards you “I mean, he's all but an old man so it shouldn't be surprising. One would beg to wonder: Is dirty talking involved in it, or not? Tony Stark, by the way, and since you're here I think we'd finally get the question answered after all! So you are the fiance wow! (Y/n) (Y/l/n), what a pleasure to finally meet you! I've been coming up with all sorts of pictures of you in my head but let me tell you reality far exceeds every expectations! No wonder Rogers has been hiding you all along.”

“I-” you couldn't help but laugh a bit out of breath at his words, blinking in surprise at his rambling all in one breath “Well, let me tell you, you certainly live up to the image I had of you in my head, Mr Stark, and definitely all of Steve's descriptions.” you laughed, taking his hand “It's such a pleasure to finally meet you!”

“Please, Tony. Weird-” he glanced at Steve “I don't think I shared my performance in bed with Rogers.”

“Tony” Steve warned although you couldn't hold back your own laughter once more.

“What?” he asked in return “I'm just letting the woman know what's out there on the market in case she decides she needs to dump the capsicle and be a little more adventurous in life.” he added winking at you.

“Thank you, Tony, but-” you chuckled, noticed the way your fiance rolled his eyes, though there was too much playfulness in both of their demeanor to make it real or serious “I think after all these years, despite his quirks and habits that can drive me crazy, there's something called love. So I'll stick with him.”

“Oh he sure is a handful. But who am I to judge, some like them old.” he shrugged casually.

“But you're older than me!” Steve couldn't help but protest, almost sounding like a little child about to throw a tantrum. While it would have sounded funny, you couldn't help but notice the small crease in his brows that was always there when the topic came up. He was uncomfortable and even more self-consious about it, despite how much you'd always tried to reassure him that the age gap was never an issue for you.

“Alright, are you two quiet done or are we gonna have to witness you get at measuring it too?” Natasha spoke up there was a hint of exasperation in her voice that you couldn't help but understand if not completely relate to “Hi, name's Natasha and it's good to finally meet the woman that's got this guy with all those pounds of muscle wrapped around her little finger. It's quiet a show to watch, let me tell you. One way or another.” she grinned and you chuckled “Oh and here we have Bruce and Clint. Sam you've met.”

“Kind of a tough feat but I'm confident I'm doing well.” you smiled, nodding your head “It's great to meet you too Natasha, Bruce and Clint. You guys- I've heard so many stories with you, you have no idea how happy I am to finally be able to talk to you in person and get to know you. Though I hoped it was under different circumstances, I apologize for this.”

“Oh no, you don't have to apologize in the least bit. So long as you are alright, well, we're just glad to finally meet you too.” Bruce said with a gentle smile “We've been looking forward to knowing the woman that makes Steve so happy, even if it took some time. Which we can't understand because you're lovely.”

“Yeah, I uh- I know and I feel bad about that because-” you glanced at Steve who had put an arm around your waist, his breathing labor if not somewhat withheld, and you almost noticed his body had stiffened up as if he prepared himself for the worst “Well, I'm partially responsible. Work is taking up so much of my time and the few free hours I have, I try to spend with Steve and plan ahead of time. I've been told you've wanted us to both come to your parties-” you looked at Tony “And while the thought of beating Steve's ass at pool and sharing every detail, pardon, embarrassing detail of our first dates with you guys had been very tempting, I sadly had not been able to make it yet. Much as I'd love to get to know... the family.”

“Trust me, once you really get to know this family, you wish you hadn't. But you're just too sweet and innocent yet, so I won't ruin it for you.” Natasha chuckled “For now Steve's lucky. On every aspect.”

“I mean, hey, at least it is a better explanation than ex-serial-killer on the loose that Tony suggested. Not busy with prison either, I assume?” Clint shrugged as Tony exclaimed “Hey, it was a solid explanation.”

All you did was laugh “I'm not a serial killer, Tony, unless we consider my attempt at lasagna a murder. Come to think of it, the kitchen always ends up looking like a crime scene so who knows? But I haven't been in prison, either, not that I remember of at least. Right now being head of the museum is enough.”

“Smart, funny, sweet and incredibly beautiful- Rogers what is she even doing with you?” Tony teased.

His words earned a laugh from you and everyone else, managing to ease the tension. Or at least the tension that had set on Steve, because everybody else had been incredibly relaxed from the beginning including you, as much as it surprised him. Just some. He was not all that surprised to realize that they already adored you from the first five minutes of knowing you. He had had no doubt about it from the beginning. He was sure that charming them with a smile andmesmerizing them with your sweetness would be a piece of cake for you like everybody else you met, they loved you. Besides, he couldn't lie, that whatever the situation (car crash or not – even though he hated to think like that) were always radiant and as beautiful as ever and he'd always thank his luck for gracing him with a woman as stunning as you inside and outside. But taking pride in your wits and beauty that easily made his family adore you he couldn't really allow himself to fully accept it and relax. The small voice in the back of his head, even now as it saw that things were going so well – only one joke about the age difference, if any at all so far – he felt worry and fear. For what?

“And here I thought that the real kids would have left by now. Am I going to have to ask you all to enroll at some point or what? I can't seem to shake you guys off no matter wha-”

The voice was familiar somehow but your brain was slow at processing it, given everything that had and was happening, but the second your eyes fell on the man, well, there was no mistaking the face or the memories the came with it. Realization dawned on the man as well, obvious on his face as he trailed off.

“Mr Fury!” you breathed out with a smile and a laugh of disbelief at how little he had changed.

That.

“Well, I will be damned.” he grinned, as much as he ever would at least “Miss (Y/l/n), if this isn't a surprise!” you happily reached for his hand and shook it with a firm grip, a trait which he always appreciated in you “Came back to see if the building's still standing? As you can tell, much as our students have tried and would wish, both the walls and I are well standing. Again much to everyone's dismay. The arts class is right where you left it if you want to go check it, by the way.”

“Oh Mr Fury don't be like that. You're the best headmaster this place could get and, let's be honest, the only one who could handle the kind of kids in here without going insane.” you shrugged and he hummed in agreement nodding his head “Besides, you always had faith in everyone, whether you admitted it or not.”

He scoffed a laugh “Glad that at least in some cases I wasn't proven wrong.”

“Wait- you-” Tony blinked, raising a hand as to stop the conversation “I'm getting it all mixed up here. Fury, you know (Y/n)?”

You wouldn't even have realised if the sharp intake was real or not, much less coming from your fiance, if you weren't standing so close to him. You had naturally found your way back to his side and his hand had fallen on your waist, and when you felt a squeeze so fast and quiet intense, you understood that it was all him. And more than that, you saw the way he had stiffened up next to you, how he was holding his breath and his chest was puffed out. His eyes weren't nearly as wide but you could see an unspoken kind of fear in them that made your heart ache. This wasn't how you wanted it to go by any means, not on your first meeting of his family. Everything was going so well, you had gotten so exited and carried away that you had almost not realized it what it could mean to have Fury in front of you. Not until now. You didn't want it to be ruined for Steve but what could you do anymore? Stand and watch just like him, feeling more helpless was the only possible thing aside from hoping.

“Do I know her? I don't know Stark, there are some people I'd rather see once a month or even year because one can only take so much and forgetting them wouldn't sound so bad- If you know what I mean.” he gave him a look and for a moment you held your own breath. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, maybe- “But, forgetting the brightest student to walk these halls ain't possible. And speaking of that, what brings you back after all this time (Y/n)?”

“Student?” it sounded like Natasha but you couldn't be sure over the sound of your own heart drumming.

“I uhm-” you cleared your throat, deciding to look as confident as possible for the sake of your fiance who as standing frozen in his place if not terrified “Yes, yes I was-” a soft laugh which you could proudly say sounded genuine “I was a student here almost six or seven years ago. Small world.” the came out as a whisper “And uh I was here because I had to see Mr Rog- Steve. I needed an uhm favor, of sorts. I'm sorry to disappoint but I won't be staying long, it's already been a long day for me and I need to head home.”

“Of coure.” he said but sadly for you that wasn't that, and feeling the tension in the room not only from Fury who studied the way you were so close but from the rest of Steve's friends who stood frozen in their place, faces blank but tha probably the worst kind of expression they could have on “But uh I didn't know you two kept in touch. What- what is Mr Rogers exactly to you?”

There is no mistaking the look the headmaster is giving you, the way his eyes narrow a bit, just like there is no mistaking the bit of knowing look in his eyes. Steve however, still very tense, chokes out in a lightly small and hoarse voice “Fiance.” he cleared his throat “(Y/n)'s my fiance.”

Fury's eyebrows rose but not with as much surprise as you'd have expected, not even that of having his current thought being verified. Maybe they weren't any current thought at all? Maybe the suspicion had not sparked this very moment to begin with.

“Well, then, what else can I say but congratulations!” he gave you a smile which you tried to return. Key word: tried. Steve was even more stiff next to you, unable to even try himself.

Before you get the chance to speak, it's another female voice this time that you also recognise “Fury, I have some stats I need you to see now befo- Oh, (Y/n)!” Maria smiled at you and you couldn't help but return it, until it almost froze in your lips because of her next words “What a pleasant surprise to see you here, you haven't changed at all! Not were it counts at least. Look at you, from high school girl to badass business woman. That's a glow up.”

She had always been friendly with you, the playfulness was to be expected, and her words were always what could make your day but at this very moment it felt like the exact opposite. You forced a smile nonetheless “Thank you Maria, it's great to see you too!”

“Right.” Fury cleared his throat, smirk evident on his lips “Well, as you can tell, work never ends for this old man. It's great to see you again (Y/n) and of course, congratulations once more.”

You were sure you murmured a soft “Thank you” but maybe it was only your lips moving as a reflex. You saw Maria give him a questioning look but what caught even more the attention was the grin he could barely hide as he turned to her and started speaking in a hushed tone.

Not that much registered anyway. The silence that followed, even for a couple seconds, felt deafening. Your heart seemed to be stuck in your throat as you simply waiting for something, anything.

“Honey.” it was Steve that spoke up, drawing your attention as he placed the keys in your palm “You're tired and you've been through enough for today. Go home and I promise I'll be there shortly afterwards. I'll say a quick hello and then I'll be with you, no more than an hour.”

“Steve” you protested in a low voice, looking up to meet his eyes. You weren't protesting at him cutting his day out with his friends short, although you definitely wanted to fight him about that because you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. You were protesting at him taking it all upon himself, doing the explanation and what not. You felt like you had to be there to, that you needed to stand by his side and defend your relationship, even in front of his friends.

“No” he shook his head, clearly reading the meaning behind your words “Go. I'll be fine.” he whispered in your ear before kissing your temple “Go”

You tried to fight him a bit longer, silently at least, but his pursed lips and firm eyes told you that he's not having it. With a heavy sigh you nodded your head and he let go of your face. You put on a smile and turned to his friends “It was... great meeting you guys. I hope I'll see you again soon in... better circumstances. That we could get to talk more.”

“Anytime.” Natasha says with a warm smile that's almost friendly and accepting and you wish to believe it.

Sharing goodbyes with the rest of the group, you reluctantly walk away despite the urge to linger close if only to at least hear what they're going to say. Not... that you'd have to.

“Steve, you absolute little sneaky shit!” Tony exclaims, not even trying to keep quiet as he laughs “Alright, alright, now you seriously have to teach me how you do that! Your secret- Tell us your secret, there has to be one! My, I never thought I'd say this to freaking Cap of all people but I need your tips now!”

His words were followed by more laughter, easy and calm as Natasha spoke up again “Really, Steve, that's the reason whyyou didn't want us to meet her?” she raised an eyebrow and Steve tried to stutter out words but nothing coherent was said, not as he stared dumbfounded at his friends “You realize that there is nothing you should feel ashamed about, right? She was your student, alright, but as long as you both leg- Wait, you both were, right?”

Steve's eyes widened “No, Nat- It's not-” he blinked before shaking his head “When any of it happened she was very much legally an adult. Nothing could have ever happened if she was not. I would never-”

“Lies!” Tony gave him a look “That's absolute bullshit, Rogers. Nobody believes it. Come on, teacher- student relationship is already out there, start admitting the rest of it!”

“That's the truth, Tony.”Steve rolled his eyes “I'm not hiding anything else besides-”

“Not the one I chose to believe, no. Doesn't have as much spice as I'd like and we've already established that you have dirty secrets, I'm set on discovering it all if I have to. In fact-” he got his phone out “How much do you think a lie detector takes to build up from scratch? I could always order but-”

“Maybe... you were right to want to hide it after all.”

“Not all of us could have a mature reaction when some of us are not even close to... mental adolescence.”

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Hi! I was just wondering if for the emotions prompt thing, you could do insecure Steve. With Steve being nervous about Tony thinking he is gross when he’s sick? Maybe he’s worried because another avenger in the tower was sick and Tony seemed disgusted by it... so Steve assumes Tony will feel the same about him? If that’s too specific, feel free to do whatever with insecure :) Thank you for your writing! :)

Ahh, anon, it’s not too specific at all! This prompt is so soft and so so sweet. I’m sorry I’m taking so long to answer these prompts, but I’ve beens super busy lately. I hope you see this and enjoy this little ficlet <3

3.1k, steve/tony

***

“Don’t you think you’re being a tiny bit… overdramatic?” Bruce asked cautiously.

“What? This?” Tony gestured to the medical mask he was wearing, as well as the plastic gloves and the disinfectant spray he held defensively in front of him. “Absolutely not.”

It was Friday evening and the entire team was gathered, for once, which could only mean one thing — team movie night. It had become a routinely thing for them, and every movie night seemed the exact same. They always watched something different, but everything else was just like it used to be.

Well, almost everything.

During the first couple of movie night, every team member had found their regular seat. Nat had quickly call dibs on the large armchair closest to the kitchen. Bruce had claimed the second armchair that stood on the opposite side of the sofa, and though Thor was often off-world doing off-worldly stuff, he would usually sit in the bean bag whenever he was at the Tower. The sofa was occupied by Clint, Tony and Steve; Clint in the end closest to Nat, Steve in the other, and Tony was squeezed in between them.

It had been like that since they established team movie night, but this time, Tony was going to break the tradition.

“Tony,” Steve sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Please, just sit down.”

Steve tapped the empty space in the sofa next to him and sighed yet another time when Tony grabbed a spare chair and put it next to Bruce.

“I am,” Tony said as he sat down in the solid, uncomfortable seat with a thump, “sitting down.”

“Tony,” Steve said again, this time with an exasperated tone.

Tony just quirked a brow and eyed his usual spot with disgust. “You’re dead wrong if you think I’ll sick next to patient zero over there.”

As if to prove Tony’s point, Clint wrinkled his nose and coughed harshly into his fist. Steve looked sympathetically at the archer and scooted over, filling the place Tony normally would. “Then we’ll switch seats,” Steve said persuasively.

Tony went quiet, gaze flickering between Clint, Steve, the empty seat next to his boyfriend and the wooden stool he sat on. After a few seconds of deliberation, Tony seemed to have made up his mind.

“I guess that’s… negotiable,” he drawled, but he had already started moving towards the sofa, and when Steve lifted his arm for Tony to fit under, the brunette cuddled in close. Steve smiled in victory and pressed a kiss into Tony’s soft, messy hair.

Tony sighed contently against the warmth of Steve’s body, suddenly feeling sleepy, and he let his eyes fall shut. Just a few seconds later, however, Tony took a peek at Clint through narrowed eyes.

“I’m keeping the mask and gloves, though.”

***

The next morning, Tony was called to an SI-meeting in Tokyo. He and Steve had only been together for about two months, officially dating at least, but Tony was already in so deep that he couldn’t picture not sleeping next to Steve for an entire two nights. Steve had chuckled at him and kissed his pout away, wishing him a safe flight.

On Monday, the day Tony was going to be back in New York, Steve woke up with a sore throat and a stuffy nose. His head felt fuzzy, like it had been stuffed with cotton, and his vision seemed to blur when he sat up a little to quickly.

He reached for his phone, then blinked rapidly and turned down the brightness, his sensitive eyes still not fully adjusted to being awake. When he could see somewhat clearly, he saw a message from Tony.

Good morning, handsome. Can’t wait to see you tonight. Might be late for dinner but I’ll be home before bedtime. xx

Steve smiled, looking forward to being cuddled up in bed with Tony after a couple of nights of sleeping in a bed that was far too cold and far too large despite Steve’s super-soldier sized body. Then, suddenly, a cough rattled through him, and Steve bent over a the waist with the force of it, and he was left wheezing slightly.

It felt familiar; Steve could never forget feeling this way, this fatigued and feeble.

He was sick and he internally cursed Barton, positive that he’d spread his germs during movie-night. But then Steve remembered that he was the one to voluntarily sit next to his cold-ridden team member and basically placed himself directly in the risk zone.

Steve sighed heavily. Maybe he should’ve taken a page out of Tony’s book and worn a mask.

***

“uhhTSCHooosh! Ugh, excuse mbe.”

“Bless you,” Natasha said, an off-hand comment as she continued looking at mission files, but she nudged the tissue box closer to Steve when he kept sniffling into the cuff of his hoodie.

Steve grabbed a tissue and scrubbed at his nose with it, sighing a stuffy thanks into the material. He blew his nose quietly to stop the sniffles, but it only seemed to intensify the lingering itch. He could feel it burning all the way from the back of his nose, but it seemed stuck, leaving him with teary eyes and a series of false starts.

“h’ehh! ehh- snff! Uh- h’uh!”

Steve’s breath caught, the itch now filling his entire head, and he shook his head uncontrollably, trying to impede the sneeze, or coax it out, it didn’t really matter. All he wanted was to get rid of the irritation, one way or another. And after a few seconds, the tickle grew stronger, his nose twitched violently once, twice, and then he drew in a sharp breath.

“uhhhISH’uhh! huhHIISHHoo! USHHiew!”

Steve sighed, satisfied when his head was cleared from the buzzing sensation, but he felt bleary and snuffly after the forceful sneezes.

“Geez, Rogers, you’re a mess.” Natasha looked up from the files with a concerned expression. “Bless you.”

“I know… sorry,” Steve said shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I think I picked up Clint’s cold.”

“You think?” Natasha raised an eyebrow and smirked, but it was good-naturedly and her eyes were kind. “From what I can tell, this seems worse than what he had, though.”

“Yeah, I, uh, snff! I don’t think I’ve had a cold this bad since before the serum.” He tried to recall when he last felt like this, like he might pass out from exhaustion, even though he hadn’t moved all day, but he just remembered the times when Bucky had taken care of him before the war. “I’m alright, though.”

“Sure you are, tough guy,” Natasha grinned as she stood up and dipped down to squeeze Steve’s shoulder as she headed towards the kitchen. “So, what kind of tea do you like?”

***

“Sorry, Cap,” Clint said, sounding genuinely apologetic as Steve recovered from a coughing fit.

Steve shook his head and swallowed a sip of water from the glass Clint had given him as soon as he’d started coughing. “Not your fault,” Steve croaked, his voice raspy.

Natasha took a bit of her apple and leaned across the kitchen isle, glaring at Steve with examining eyes. “I still don’t get it. You were fine last night.”

Steve shrugged and ran a hand over his face. “I guess it just hit me all at once.”

Clint just hummed, and Natasha frowned, but didn’t say anything for a while.

“I think I might go to bed,” Steve announced after a few moments of quiet. Natasha and Clint exchanged a look Steve was too tired to even try to interpret what meant. He pushed his chair back from the table and stood up, crossing the kitchen to put his glass in the dishwasher.

“Bed? It’s 7:30, we haven’t even had dinner,” Clint pointed out.

“I’m not really hungry. I think I just need to lie down a little,” Steve said and smiled tiredly, trying to look like he was still a functional human being even though he was sick, but failing miserably with his bright red nose, watery eyes and slumped posture.

“You sure?” Natasha asked. “We can make soup for dinner, it’ll be good—”

Steve shook his head. “Sorry, I’m just not hungry… thanks, though. Really.” He smiled at them again and walked out of the kitchen, turning left around the corner.

“Uh, Cap?” Clint called out, confused. When Steve’s head popped back into view, he continued. “Your rooms is the other way, pal. You sure you’re okay?” Clint’s tone was light and jokey, but behind it was a thick layer of concern.

“Oh, yeah… Yeah, I’m just going back to my old quarter.” Steve pointed a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the room Steve had slept in before he officially moved into the penthouse with Tony.

“Why?” Natasha asked, also confused.

“I, um… Tony’s coming back tonight and I just… God, it’s so stupid.” Steve chuckled self-deprecatingly. “I just don’t want him to see me like… like this. Everyone saw how disgusted he was when Clint was sick, and now I’m the one who’s all gross and germy and…” he trailed off as Clint and Natasha looked at him with soft expressions.

“Steve, if you think Tony’s going to break up with you because you’re sick then you’re an even bigger idiot than I thought,” Natasha said, voice somewhere between sincere and exasperated.

“… I’m too tired to take offence to that,” Steve sighed. “I’m not worried about him breaking up with me, he’s not a monster… he’s coming back from Tokyo and he’s probably exhausted, and he definitely doesn’t want to have to deal with… all this.” Steve made a vague gesture to his face and completed his sentence his a sniffle.

He sniffled again, and as if on cue, his nose twitched. Holding a fist loosely in front of his face, he jerked to the side and let out two throat-scraping, congested sneezes.

“hrruuushhh! Hrrushch!”

“Bless you,” Natasha and Clint said in unison. Steve acknowledged the blessing with a nod and reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumbled tissue to sniffle into. He looked absolutely miserable, his nose chapped and raw, cheeks flushed from fever and his eyes were glazed over and completely drained from energy.

“Look, Steve… I’m positive Stark won’t mind, and if he does, then that’s his problem. It has nothing to do with you, and everything to do with his own messed up mind, okay?” Natasha’s eyes were wide, and her eyebrows were drawn into a frown that said do you understand? It softened, though, when she watched Steve duck his head and his lips curl upwards.

“Thanks, you guys,” Steve mumbled in a small, fond voice.

“You sure about that soup, though? Or tea, tea would also be-“

“Not hungry,” Steve repeated, almost sounding sorry. “I’ll head up then. And, uh, thanks… again.” He smiled faintly and walked out of the kitchen. A few moments later, the two spies heard the ding! that sounded form the elevator heading for the penthouse.

***

“Honey, I’m home!” Tony called out as set down his briefcase before toeing off his shoes and loosening his tie. He sighed contently at the mixture of the relief of being home and the thought of finally getting to cuddle up next to Steve. When his boyfriend didn’t answer, he called out again. “Steve?”

Looking at his watch, Tony frowned. It was barely 10 pm, which was a lot earlier than the time usually went to sleep. He went to check the bedroom anyways, but the bed was empty and unmade, which… that was odd, because Steve always made the bed.

He wasn’t in the bathroom either, so Tony went back to the living room, and… oh.

On the sofa, lying in a nest of pillows and blankets, was Steve. One could only guess at how Tony had missed that when he walked in, but he was tired and jet-lagged, so he excused himself. He went over to examine the den and smiled adoringly down at Steve. His face barely peaked out from the cocoon he was wrapped up in, but Tony could clearly see the relaxed expression on his face.

Groaning as he sat down next to the sleeping soldier, Tony rubbed a hand up and down what he thought to be Steve’s arm. He couldn’t quite tell, though, through all the layers, but he kept smoothing his hand over the blankets until Steve’s eyes slowly fluttered open.

“T’ny?” Steve rasped.

“Hey, you,” Tony said, smiling. “What are you doing out here, hm?”

As Tony’s hand moved towards Steve’s cheek, the soldier drew back. At Tony’s bewildered appearance, Steve explained.

“Don’t— uh, you probably shouldn’t touch me. I, umb, snff! I have a cold.”

Steve blushed, and the pink tint to his cheeks wasn’t from the fever as much as it was from embarrassment. He glanced at Tony, then turned his gaze away when he felt Tony’s eyes locked on him. He drew even further away from Tony when he felt a well-known tingle in his nose, nostrils quivering and face crumbling before he stifled two sneezes into the blanket.

“huh-NGxtt! Hnngt-Ngxt!”

“God bless you,” Tony murmured and placed his hand on Steve’s cheek even though Steve had told him not to. “Why didn’t you tell me you were so sick, honey?”

That was… not quite how Steve had expected him to react, but he melted into the gentle touch, too selfish to flinch away again.

“I didn’t, uh-huh! s-sorry, hh-! H’ushoo!” He sneezed more freely this time, curling away from Tony. “Excuse mbe, SNFF! I didn’t want to bother you with it.” He felt kinda silly saying this, especially after seeing Tony so… not bothered at all.

“God, Steven, you could never bother me,” Tony said as he ran a hand through Steve’s sleep-mussed hair. “How long have you felt bad?”

“Just since this morning… been tired all day, though, so I thought an early night would do me some good.”

“Why aren’t you in bed then?” Tony asked, looking at the massive pile of blankets.

“I knew you were coming home, and I-I just thought it’d be better if I slept out here so I wouldn’t disturb you.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Didn’t you hear what I just said? Disturb me,” he said incredulously. “Why would you think that?”

Steve felt himself go shy. “Because I’m all… icky and gross and— and I know you don’t like germs and all that, so.”

“Please, Steve, I don’t care about that. You’re sick, there’s no way I’m not taking care of you.”

Steve thought his heart might have doubled in size with emotion, warmth flooding in his chest as Tony soothingly stroked his forehead.

“Sorry,” Steve said. “You just seemed at little… twitchy when Clint was sick, so I figured…”

“I know. Maybe I was a little overdramatic… Only a tiny bit, though,” Tony smirked and Steve chuckled.

“Well, look where it got me.”

“Hm… I’m sorry if I seemed insensitive, and I’m even more sorry if I made you feel bad for being sick. Friday was just… long and exhausting.” Tony sighed. “I promise you, I don’t mind one bit of this.” He leaned in closer to Steve, pressing a kiss to his forehead and letting out a concerned noise at the feel of burning hot skin against his lips.

“You need to get out of these. You’re burning up.”

Steve whimpered in protest as Tony tugged at the blanket. “But I’m cold.”

“You’re running a fever, Steve… We need to get you some medicine and into bed, okay?”

Steve nodded and slowly sat up straight, feeling woozy at the shift in position. Tony steadied him and helped him to his feet, bringing an arm around Steve’s waist and guided him towards the bedroom.

“Sorry I’m so sick,” Steve murmured, slumping onto the bed and started pulling his hoodie over his head, leaving him in his sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

“Shh, don’t apologize,” Tony cooed. “Get comfortable, I’ll be back in a second.”

The comforter was cool when Steve’s shifted underneath it, feeling good against his feverish skin and sent shivers down his spine. He leaned back into the pillows, head resting comfortably, and closed his eyes with a quiet moan.

Steve wrinkled his nose and rubbed firmly at it, trying to impede the building itch, but within a few seconds it became too strong, and he pulled the collar of his t-shirt over his mouth, waiting for the inevitable sneezes.

“Hh… eh! Heh’CHushh! TSS’hhuh! snfSNF! Hh’tsh!” He released his grip on the tee and gave a little ticklish cough, muttering under his breath, “Jesus.”

“God bless you, sweetheart.” Tony emerged from the door, carrying an overloaded tray. “Good thing I brought tissues.”

“Along with half of CVS,” Steve sniffled and smiled softly.

“These are essential, Steven,” Tony defended and sat down on the bed. “Tissues, Tylenol and de-congestants, some… other thing I found in the cabinet, tea…”

“I think I’ve had enough tea for a lifetime,” Steve admitted, but he reached out and grabbed the steaming cup anyway.

“Sick people can never have too much tea,” Tony said, putting his hand in Steve’s hair and massaged his scalp gently.

Steve sighed, feeling tension he hadn’t even noticed was there bleeding out of him, and snuffled into the tea. The steam made him able to breathe through his nose again, but it left him sniffling and it made his nose run. He gratefully accepted the tissue Tony offered him and handed over the cup before blowing his nose.

Tony hummed sympathetically when blowing his nose made him cough, and Steve went a little bashful at the attention. “Sorry…”

Tony shook his head, wanting to tell him not to apologize for what felt like the tenth time within the hour he’d been home, but instead he snuggled closer to him, wrapping an arm around Steve’s broad shoulders and placed a soft peck into the messy, blonde hair.

They ended up putting on an old 80’s movie in the background while Steve took the medicine and finished his tea. After that, they cuddled up, Tony telling him about his trip to Tokyo and the SI-project they were starting, but before Tony got to the part where he got off the plane in Japan, Steve had dozed off, his head resting against Tony’s shoulder.

#my fic #stevetony #anon #ask box #i love these babies #so much

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excuseme-howdareyou · 4 years

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Day 3: Injuries | Bonding During a Mission | No Capes/Civilian AU

...........

He was back.

Jason leaned over the counter, arms tucked underneath him and elbows resting on the countertop, and glared down at the pipsqueak on the other side. The little gremlin glared right back, all 4'6" of him.

"Todd," the brat whose name Jason had yet to learn greeted him in a cold fashion.

"Demon brat," Jason greeted back, thoroughly enjoying the spike of extreme displeasure on the gremlin's face. "A bit too young for coffee, aren't you?" he continued with a sharp grin," Come back in eight years and then maybe you can order something off the big kid menu."

Aaaaand, there it was. The brat opened up his mouth and let out a slew of shrieks and offended noises, calling him uncivilized and the like. Jason couldn't help but laugh. It was a good thing the shop was pretty empty now, or else he'd be annoyed with how the brat was taking up space in front of the ordering counter. But hey, the day was slow and this was the most entertainment he's had all day.

"-and I demand you stay away from my brothers!"

Whoa, hey. What?

"Who the hell-" he was about to ask what brothers he was talking about when the bell over the front door rang out.

"-mian?!" a familiar voice called out, sounding harried," Damian, you in here?" One of Jason's fellow baristas, who went by the name Dick, ran in looking like...

... like he was looking for his brother.

"Tt," the Demon Brat turned away from Jason to address Dick," You are being overdramatic, Richard."

While before Dick was looking frantic, as soon as his eyes landed on the gremlin standing at the counter, his expression turned furious. "I am being the right amount of dramatic!" he yelled at Demon Brat (who was supposedly named Damian)," You can't just run off and not tell anyone where you're going! We've been searching everywhere for you!"

It wasn't often Jason got to see Dick lose his temper, but when he did it was always a momentous occassion. Working in retail would make a saint lose his patience, and boy is it always fun to watch Dick go off on rude customers.

Jason just didn't realize that the demon brat who's been coming in here the past three days just to glare at Jason was actually Dick's little brother.

"This is the fourth time this week, Damian!" Dick was pinching the kid's ear now, despite the angry growl and kitten claw swiping he was getting," You are supposed to walk straight home from school; no where else! Alfred was expecting you home an hour ago!"

Idly, Jason wondered if it'd be tacky if he made himself a mocha cappuccino to sip on while he watched.

"Just what are you doing at my work, anyways?"

Now that, he couldn't resist. "He's been coming here the past three days," Jason piped up," Apparently he's here to 'warn me off'. I think. Something about 'stay away from my brothers'."

Damian hissed at him, but the words were already out. "What the- Damian!" Dick rounded back on his brother and yanked on his ear again for good measure," Why are you harassing my coworkers?!"

Not coworkers, just this one.

Damian grumbled something, but they couldn't be entirely sure what it was. "What was that?" Dick demanded.

The brat huffed and said a little louder," Tim comes here after school for hours. Why aren't you berating him?"

'Tim?' Jason thought,' The kid who looks like he's half dead and sit in the corner with a thousand textbooks every day?' That Tim? The Tim who once came up to Jason and-

He surreptitiously started coughing behind the counter. Right... That Tim.

Damian glared at him as if he knew where Jason's thoughts had gone, but Dick didn't seem to notice. "Tim comes in here to study Damian," he said exasperatedly.

"Hey, it's okay if the brat hangs out here after school if he wants to," Jason added, an idea blooming in his mind even as both brothers' heads whipped towards him.

"I don't know Jason..." Dick began," Damian's supposed to be doing his homework right after school and..."

"I'll make sure he gets his homework done," Jason chirped. His smile grew, and if only Damian noticed that it was getting a little wicked, then that was their little secret. "He can sit right here at the front table," he said with that devious grin straight at Damian," Right where I can keep an eye on him."

Dick was faltering," I suppose if it's okay with Bruce..."

Time for the kill shot. "I'm sure the kid's just getting lonely at home, since you and Tim are here so often. He probably just wants to spend more time with you."

And while the Demon Brat's face became absolutely murderous, Dick's entire expression lit up into one of glee. "Oh, you're missing us, Dami?" his ear pulling suddenly turned into a bonecrushing hug (Jason almost felt bad for the kid; he's been on the receiving end of one of those famous Dick Grayson hugs. Like being crushed by an octopus)," Why didn't you say so? I'm so sorry, if you want to spend time here at the cafe with us, you can start coming here every day after school!"

The particular look of 'I'm going to murder you,' was hilarious on a ten-year-old's face and Jason couldn't wait to see what it would take to make him combust into a tiny, angry squirrel again.

........

*Two Weeks Later*

Tim sat at his usual spot in the corner, studying as usual, but this time accompanied with more glances at the counter than normal. It's been two weeks. Two weeks since Damian randomly started showing up at the cafe and sitting at the front table with a sour expression and his backpack strewn all over the table. Dick wasn't here today, but that didn't stop the Demon Brat from showing up.

It would be more of a mystery if Damian wasn't constantly glaring at his table every time Jason so much as brought him a glass of water.

"So remind me again..." speak of the devil, Jason was now standing at Tim's little corner of study-horror with a smile and thoughtful expression. It was a handsome smile, crooked and sweet, and Tim's made his feelings about that smile quite clear.

"When do you turn 18?" Jason asked.

Behind him, Damian was scowling something fierce and one hand was rhythmically stabbing his notebook with a pencil. But Jason was ignoring it all.

Tim grinned back up at him. "Three months," he told him.

That smile that he liked so much widened until it was near wicked. "Perfect," Jason rumbled and then -to the surprise of both Tim and Damian- he ducked down and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Let me know if you need more coffee!" he called behind him as he sauntered off to deal with a cursing and screaming Damian.

......

*One Month Ago*

"In four months, I'm going to turn 18, and I'd really like to take you out for a date."

Jason's head whipped up at that, nearly spilling hot coffee all over his hand. "What now?" he was sad to say his voice squeaked.

Standing on the other side of the counter was one of his regulars, Tim, with the most awake expression Jason's ever seen him with and a determined look in his eyes. "Would you like to go on a date with me in four months?" he asked.

"I umm," Jason had to blink a few times -okay, maybe a dozen- just to get his thoughts in order. This was Tim. Tiny Tim who came in every day with a shit ton of textbooks, ordered insane amounts of coffee, and who Donna has been insisting he's been flirting with for two months now. (He's cute, Donna! What do you expect Jason to do in the face of a hot, nerdy boy?)

And he... wanted a date?

"Err, yeah," bumbled out of Jason's mouth before he could stop himself," But I gotta ask. Why four months? I uhh, I mean, this weekend's free?"

Tim smiled, a wicked smile that really had no business looking that good on his face. "Because I really want to climb you like a tree and you've made your opinion on dating minors quite clear," he said matter of factly, bringing up that one time Jason yelled at a 25 year old man coming in with his 17 year old date. (A call to the police was made that day)

And... yeah.

Jason made a sad little wheezing sound, his face turned insanely red, and that coffee was a bust as he accidentally filled the entire cup with the milk he was holding instead of just halfway. Tim grinned at him, then with a wink grabbed his coffee sitting on the counter and sauntered off back to his table.

Goddamn, he was trying to kill him! Jason wheezed and shook his head to dispel certain... images. 'But what a way to go...'

#it's late #i know #I'm sorry #batfamweek2020 #coffee shop #no capes #civilian au #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #Batman #dc comics #dc #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #tim drake #funny

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elareine · 4 years

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Omegaverse Something in one of the toxins/antidotes/other that Jason has taken/gotten into his system messed up/canceled out his birth control

Hi! Thank you for your prompt, and (presumably) for your patience with it.

This is not aimed at you, more as a general notice in case this starts something: I’m not super comfortable writing a/b/o in general and pregnancy stories specifically. I took this one because I had an idea for it, but if you send me this kind of thing, I might not do it. This is not going against the trope at all - I like it reading it just fine, just not writing. There’s plenty of amazing writers who do. @whumpbby and @daemoninwhiteround2 come to mind, but I’m sure I’m forgetting a dozen.

With that said, I hope you like it! Trigger warnings for just about everything implied in the prompt.

Everything in him craves an alpha. It’s stupid—Jason doesn’t need anyone—but hormones are what they are. As if it wasn’t an alpha that got him into trouble in the first place.

Well, that’s not entirely fair. Jason can acknowledge that. The only alpha involved in this mess was the guy from the heat agency. Black Mask is a beta. It was his compound, his toxic gas, his willingness to accept collateral damage. Jason just wishes he’d known just how far that damage really went when he shot the guy.

So no. It’s not the alpha’s fault. He just showed up by appointment, reassured by Jason being on birth control.

(He thought he was. Jason reminds himself of that, when the bile starts to rise in his throat and self-loathing constricts his lungs. He didn’t lie, didn’t trick the alpha into sleeping with him—but it feels like it.)

He doesn’t even know the guy’s name. Jason reconsiders that thought, makes himself think it: He doesn’t even know the—the other father’s name.

He could find out. DNA tests are a thing, unlike when he was a kid where the average citizen could pass off anyone passably looking like them as their biological child. Sure, Jason washed himself off better than any crime scene after his heat, but it’s not like there isn’t some very potent DNA evidence growing inside him right now.

If he has the baby. If.

He doesn’t have to figure that out right away, he knows. Still, his brain needs to be clear before he can make any kind of decision, and that’s just not gonna happen while it’s in panic mode.

After a week in splendid, necessary isolation (enough to feel like himself again, enough to know this is definitely happening), he goes to find the only alpha he trusts, even after everything between them went up in flames.

So of course he runs into Bruce first.

“Hood.” The shadow greets him from the edge of the rooftop. Overdramatic fucker.

“Couldn’t you have knocked on my door instead?” he sighs. “This is called stalking, old man.”

The blow glances off Bruce. It always does. “You were deliberately hiding in your safehouse.” That’s Bruce’s way of saying ‘nesting.’ Jason is—was—the only omega in their pack and Bruce has only ever engaged with his gender in practical terms. “I didn’t want to intrude.”

“…so lurking outside like a dog is less intrusive?”

“I had other business in the area.”

“Of course you did.”

Jason waits—not that Bruce has seen he’s still standing, he’ll leave. However, the shadow lingers, and Jason has to fight down the panic in his hindbrain. Does Bruce know?

There’s only one way out of this.

“I’m fine.“ He lets his voice soften. Projects honesty, gratefulness.

He will not tell Bruce. No matter what he’ll do, it will happen far away from Gotham, out of reach of its protector.

Even his omega side—long pleading to appease their former his former pack leader—agrees.

“Hmm.”

A pause. Jason doesn’t blink.

Finally, the shadow turns away.” If you need anything, I’ll be there.”

Bruce probably means it. It’s a valid offer, a decent one, but he has no intention of taking it. There’s more to family than old ties and occasional words.

Roy, he thinks. For when it’s messy and complicated and hard. And if he decides to go through with it, he knows Artemis and Kori will be there. He can imagine the look of wonder on Biz’s face.

Actually, they will be there even if he doesn’t. And that’s the best feeling in the world.

#elareine writes #jason todd #batfamily #outlaws #i'd say this is set after the end of red hood/arsenal #tho i added artemis and biz for funsies

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buckthegrump · 4 years

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Late One Night

Summary: That old saying of ‘one night could change your life’? Turns out whoever said that was right. Painfully so. Werewolf!Steve x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, panic attack, fluff, clinical and robotic smut, very minor angst (let me know if i’ve forgotten anything)

Word Count: 5348

A/n: for @moonstruckbucky ‘s Halloween writing challenge my prompt was werewolf AU (sorry it’s not a spooky as it could be)

It was mid-September and the weather was finally cooling down after a brutal summer. The night sky was clear and the full moon hung low in the sky. There was a crispness to the air making it just cold enough to need a jacket, something Y/n was grateful for.

She’d gotten off work late, she was about three blocks from her place when she heard a howl that sounded a lot like a wolf. Which she found odd because there were no wolves around where she lived.

Ignoring the odd noise she continued walking but stopped dead in her tracks when she heard a growl from the woods that lined the street. It sounded close, but there was no reason to be afraid. Right? The woods were more like a park, it had a trail and even had a playground. There shouldn’t be any animals that growl like that in there, and yet.

Y/n only stopped for a moment before she kept walking. Her pace was slow as if she could become invisible if she just kept her movements small and inconspicuous.

The snarl sounded again and the next thing she knew a force knocked her to the ground. Despite the fact that the moon was bright, she couldn’t see what was attacking her. Nothing was clear all she was sure of was that everything hurt. Her head had hit the concrete hard, she’d landed on her arm wrong and was sure it was broken, and there was the thing that was attacking her causing more pain to flare up in different parts of her body.

She tried to open her mouth to scream for help but all that came out were gasps. She couldn’t tell how long the attack lasted. But when she was finally left alone she knew she was going to die.

Every breath hurt. She wondered if it would stop hurting if she simply stopped breathing but every time she exhaled her body automatically inhaled again. She could hear herself wheezing. Suddenly the one brisk night felt so much colder like someone had just dropped her in the middle of the arctic ocean.

‘I’m going to die here alone,’ she thought to herself.

But then she saw glowing eyes looking at her from the trees. Unable to decide if she wanted the animal that was staring at her to finish her off or leave her alone she took what she was sure would be her last breath.

It was probably her brain playing tricks on her, but she could’ve sworn she watched a wolf walk out of the wood and transform into a man. She watched the man walk closer to her as her eyelids finally closed.

Steve loved his wolf form. It was strong and though it was slightly bigger than the rest of his packs form, he was fast.

Being the night of the full moon the entire pack was out moseying about in their wolf forms with strict instructions to keep themselves hidden, they didn’t need humans digging their nose into the pack's business.

Being the alpha, it was Steve’s job to make sure that people didn’t find out about the pack’s secret.

It was around midnight when he heard it, the sound of someone getting attacked, he knew that running towards whatever was happening as a wolf was a dangerous feat but he sprinted towards it.

The attacker must have heard him coming because when he got tot he source of the noise there was a woman lying on the ground bloodied and bruised. Her breathing was shallow and her heartbeat sounded weak. But there was something about her scent that made Steve pause. He should’ve left here there, but that wasn’t who Steve was.

He quickly switched forms and walked up to the woman, her eyes met his before the closed.

Making a rash decision that was sure to piss off Bucky, his second, he picked up the almost dead woman and ran back to the pack house.

The only person left at the house was the pack doctor, Bruce. He didn’t say anything as Steve walked into the house and laid the victim on the exam table in the medical room.

Thanks to Tony, one of the pack members, they had a state of the art medical facility in their home. It was where everyone was forced to go if they got badly injured, and where Bruce operated from. He merely sighed before looking her over and assessing her injuries.

Steve didn’t know why, but he was nervous. And it wasn’t what Bucky or Sam would say that was making him nervous. It was that he truly thought that she was going to die and he could not for the life of him figure out why he cared so much.

Bruce was just about to open his mouth to say something when Bucky burst through the door.

Bucky took one look at the mangled woman on the exam table then looked to Steve.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” Bucky asked.

Steve rolled his eyes. Other alphas wouldn’t have let anyone in their pack, other than their mate, to speak to them like Bucky currently was. But Steve had never been that kind of leader, the only time he gave a direct order was when it was needed.

“Bucky not now -”

“No, now.” Bucky paused and sniffed to confirm his suspicions. “You brought a human into our home, Steve. She could find out and expose us. You’ve just put the whole pack in danger! Did you stop to think about what would happen when she was all healed up and awake?”

“No,” he admitted, “But it doesn’t really matter because she might die.”

“Oh even better,” Bucky said facetiously, “not only will we have a dead girl on our hands but a situation that looks like you were the one to kill her.”

“You’re being overdramatic,” Steve said, even though he knew that was a lie.

“Ya know what? I don’t think I am,” Bucky snapped.

“I couldn’t just leave here there!” Steve growled turning to Bucky who instantly shut up. Steve took a deep breath then tried again. “I couldn’t just leave her there. I will handle it -”

“It actually looks like she’s not going to die,” Bruce spoke up. Both Steve and Bucky turned to the lower-ranking wolf, “I’m not sure how quickly or what kind of permanent damage has been done but, if she makes it through the rest of the night, she’ll be ok.”

Bucky nodded then turned to Steve. “You better hope that she didn’t see anything or is really good at keeping a secret.”

It was pushing 3 am when the rest of the pack made their way home. They all had similar reactions to their new houseguest as Bucky but almost all of them kept their temper under control. The only reason Steve knew what they were thinking was because he could read it on their faces. The only other person to say anything was Natasha.

“What happens if she dies?” Was all she asked.

“I will handle it,” he told her just like he’d told Bucky. Natasha rolled her eyes and walked away.

Steve hadn’t moved from the room where the woman was. He stood there hovering over her like he was her protector. Bruce came in for the third time that night at about 3:30 with Bucky right behind him.

Bruce turned to his alpha with a look on his face.

“The good news is, she’s going to make it,” Bruce said but there was something about the way he said it.

“You say that like there’s bad news along with that,” Bucky grumbled.

Steve shifted as Bruce looked back at the woman. She was lying in bed with a blanket covering her to offer some privacy

“Well, there’s definitely more news -”

“Spit it out, Bruce,” Steve said with a bit of authority in his voice.

“She’s healing at a rapid rate,” Bruce said quietly but both men heard him.

“How rapid?” Steve asked he could feel Bucky tense up next to him.

“Her injuries will be completely gone by noon,” Bruce said.

The woman shifted slightly in her slumber and all three men froze, when she continued to lay there unconscious, then let out a collective breath. Bucky started chuckling.

“Please tell me it wasn’t you,” Bucky said still chuckling.

“It wasn’t me,” Steve answered. When Bucky continued to chuckle Steve looked at him. “Take a walk, Barnes.”

Bucky didn’t argue as he walked out of the room. It was quiet in the room, the only sound was the beeping of the heart monitor.

“When do you think she’ll wake up?” Steve asked.

Bruce shrugged. “Could only be a few more hours it’s hard to say.”

“If she wakes before I do please come get me, I think the news of her new life might come better from me.”

Bruce nodded and Steve finally left the room and walked up the stairs to his room.

Y/n woke up in an unfamiliar place, it wasn’t the first time it had happened. However, it was the first time she’d woken up in a place that somehow felt like someone’s home and a hospital at the same time.

Everything was way too bright and she could hear a heartbeat, no, two heartbeats. No, more. But when she tried to count the different heartbeats a beeping noise interrupted her thoughts, it was rhythmic and annoying.

She took in her surroundings and found a man sitting next to her. He was watching her very carefully and it was spooking her a little bit but she wasn’t about to let him know that.

“Who are you?” She asked, her voice a little groggy.

“Who are you?” He asked back.

“Pretty sure I asked you first,” she told him and he scoffed.

“Bucky,” a commanding voice came from the doorway and Y/n turned to him. There was something about his blonde hair and demeanor that was oddly familiar to her. The man next to her bed, Buck apparently, stood and walked out of the room. The new man walked into the room. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine I guess but that thing is so fucking loud,” she said pointing to the heart monitor.

He turned the volume off giving her some relief to the headache she was forming.

“Thank you,” she said. “Who are you? And where am I?”

“I’m Steve,” he told her with a soft smile. “Do you remember what happened last night?”

“I remember getting off late from work and then hearing a wolf which is weird because there aren’t any wolves around here unless werewolves are real. Then I heard something growl from the park and attack me and I-” Y/n looked up at the man who she now remembered from last night. “Oh fuck.”

“What?”

“Werewolves are real and you’re one, aren’t you?” Before he could answer she continued. “Wait, was the attack really only last night?”

Steve gave her a look. “Yes, to both questions.”

Y/n lifted the blanket and looked down at her completely healed body. She then looked back up at Steve, wide-eyed, who pressed his lips into a thin line.

“We have some things we should talk about.”

It’d been a few months since the attack and Y/n had fully become a part of Steve’s pack and everyone loved her. She refused to give up her apartment until the lease was up, which would be in seven months, but she ended up spending most of her time at the house anyway when she wasn’t at work. She did manage to always make it home before falling asleep though.

Steve promised her they were looking for the wolf that attacked her but judging from the fact that Steve either sent someone to walk her home or did it himself every night, they weren’t close to finding the attacker.

It was a night when Steve was walking her home and she could tell he wanted to talk about something.

“What is it?” Y/n asked. They were a few blocks from her apartment.

“Ok, so,” he paused then shook his head, “Natasha should probably talk to you about this.”

“Will you just spit it out?” Y/n laughed.

“At some point, you’re going to go into heat and as the most submissive in the pack you will be -” he paused trying to find the right word.

“Are they all going to try and jump my bones?” Y/n asked. She’d already gotten this talk from Natasha, it was one of the first conversations they’d had, but watching Steve blush and try to find a way to approach this was just as much fun as Natasha had said it would be.

“Not the mated ones,” Steve said.

“So Clint and Tony?”

“Yeah basically.” Steve sighed. “It would probably be best if you stayed away from the house for that week when it happens because when males get around a female -”

“Ok, I’m going to stop you right there because Natasha already told me all this,” Y/n told him with a smirk.

“Dear God, how long were you going to let me do that?” He asked as she continued to laugh.

“You should probably get better at giving that talk because damn you’re bad at it,” she giggled. “Most submissive, huh?”

“I know in our pack we don’t really do much about our rankings but when it comes to some things it just doesn’t matter. But I want you to know that no one in the pack would ever actually lay a hand on you, and if they did I would kill them, they’d just say very sexual things.”

“I trust you, I trust all of you. But I will spend less time at the house when I go into heat,” she said and turned her attention down to the sidewalk, “Because I’m a dog now.”

Steve gave her a look.

“I’m fine Steve.”

“I know you didn’t get a choice in all this,” he said softly.

“Well, on the bright side I don’t get my period every month.” Y/n walked up to her door and unlocked it. She turned back to Steve. “Thank you for walking me home.”

He smiled at her. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, so thank you.”

Y/n didn’t take her eyes off him as she backed into her apartment. The only reason their eye contact broke was because Y/n closed the door.

Steve knew that the rest of the pack saw it, except Y/n but everyone else made it very clear they could see that he was developing feelings for the new wolf. Bucky and Sam wouldn’t shut up about it and Natasha was starting to join in on the teasing as well.

It was a few months after Y/n had joined the pack when everyone was in the house all doing different things. Bruce and Tony were going over some of the equipment in the recovery room. While Steve, Nat, Sam, and Bucky were bothering Y/n while she baked cookies. The one missing was Clint but he came flying into the house and told Steve that a neighboring pack was coming to visit for some reason.

Steve got everyone into the living room but sent Tony and Clint home. The pack waited for a while before they hear them park in the driveway and just a few moments after the car doors slammed shut they walked into the house.

Y/n smelled him long before she saw him. It felt like years had passed before Brock Rumlow and two other males walked into the room.

She’d hoped to never interact with Brock again after they’d broken up. She was also hoping to never have to tell her new friends about him and what had happened between them but seeing as how he was here and apparently a werewolf, that wasn’t going to happen.

Steve was standing in front with Sam and Bucky flanking him on either side. Y/n was hiding behind all of them, she should’ve left when she had the chance.

Y/n wasn’t paying attention to what was going on or what the meeting was about, she was purely focused on keeping her breathing steady. She could feel the onset of a panic attack, she didn’t dare look up from the ground until she heard them begin to walk away. When she looked up Brock was looking right at her, his face was emotionless but there was a look in his eyes that she’d definitely seen before.

She barely held it together as he walked away, she waited until she could no longer hear the car before she let the panic overwhelm her. She was on her hands and knees struggling to breathe because of the tightness in her chest.

Next thing she knew there was a hand on her shoulder and a voice whispering in her hear instructing her on how to breathe. It was unclear to her just how long she was in that position or how long it took her to figure out that it was just her and Steve left in the living room. But eventually, her breathing regulated and she was lying on the floor with Steve lying next to her.

“Do you wanna tell me what happened?” Steve asked softly.

Y/n was quiet for a moment. Not because she was debating telling him or not but because she was trying to distract herself by focusing on how blue his eyes were.

“Why are your eyelashes so long?” She wondered out loud.

“We don’t have to talk about -”

“No I want to, just give me a minute.”

Steve stayed quiet but he didn’t take his eyes off Y/n.

“I used to date Brock,” she said suddenly, “It was a few years ago and then I finally got out of the relationship and moved away from him. I didn’t tell him where I was going. . . I think it was him.”

“What was?” Steve asked.

“I think he was the one who attacked me that night -”

“Why do you think that?” He asked afraid that he could already guess the answer.

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” she said in a soft voice.

Steve brushed the pad of his thumb gently across her cheek. “Did he -”

Y/n nodded her head unable to verbally answer. Steve closed his eyes and clenched his fist. She could see the anger building up, she’d seen it all the time when she was dating Brock. But with Steve, it didn’t scare her. Steve didn’t scare her.

She reached over and placed her hand on his fist and he instantly calmed down. After a few deep breaths, he opened his eyes to look at her.

“I’m not going to let him touch you,” he promised.

“Can I stay here tonight?” She asked.

“Of course,” he agreed quickly. He watched a smile creep onto her face and he returned the gesture.

Once Y/n was ready, they got off the floor and spent the rest of the day watching movies with Y/n cuddled into Steve’s side. She fell asleep five minutes into the last movie she’d chosen so Steve lifted her and carried her up to his room. They didn’t have a room ready for her, so he would just sleep on the couch.

As Steve tucked her in she woke slightly and grabbed his hand.

“Stay,” she whispered.

“I’m gonna go sleep on the couch,” he told her.

“Steve stop being so difficult and come here,” she ordered.

He wasn’t sure what it was but he didn’t fight her any further and crawled into bed next to her. Once Y/n was once again snuggled into Steve’s side she fell back into a deep sleep.

Steve could hear whispering, he was too tired to try and figure out what was being said. It wasn’t until the body next to his shifted when he was fully awake and knew exactly what was being said and who by.

Y/n was laying next to him with her face in the crook of his neck. One of her legs was draped across his hips and his arms were wrapped around her, holding her close.

“Make them stop,” Y/n mumbled into his neck. Her breath sent a shiver down his spine.

Steve let out a low commanding growl and the whispers stopped.

“How I became the leader of a pack of gossips is beyond me,” Steve said. He absent-mindedly trailed his fingers up and down her arm.

“We should get up,” Y/n said.

“Well, you’re on top of me so you first.”

“But you’re so comfy.”

She shifted again and Steve a smell unlike any other wafted over to him and he knew.

“You’re going into heat,” Steve said mostly to himself but Y/n responded anyway.

“Is that why I wanna rip off all your clothes and ride you into the sunset?” She sighed and sat up. She was still in yesterday’s shirt. Her bra and pants had been thrown to the floor last night while she declared that anyone who could sleep in jeans was not to be trusted.

Steve held back a moan and tried not to picture Y/n bouncing on his cock.

Y/n smiled down at him, “You’re allowed to tell me that you’re not attracted to me like that Steve. I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”

“Trust me,” he groaned, “that’s not the issue.”

“Then why do you look like you’re in pain?”

“Because I’m doing my very best to not let you have your way with me,” he said again.

“Why?” Y/n asked Steve looked over to see her teasing smile.

“Because you don’t actually want me,” he whispered.

Y/n carefully and slowly moved, giving him more than enough time to stop her, so that she was straddling Steve’s waist sitting on her knees. She leaned down so her lips were right next to his ear.

“Well, I wouldn’t let anyone else fuck me into oblivion,” she said then stood up and got off the bed. She walked over to the door after grabbing her pants. Before she could even grab the doorknob she was spun around so her back was pressed against the door. Steve’s body was impossibly close to her. Y/n’s breathing was labored as Steve looked her up and down like he was trying to figure out where to start.

He leaned his forehead against hers.

“If I do this, there would be nothing stopping me from bonding with you and making you my mate,” he said softly, “and as much as I would love to do that - it’s not a good idea because once you’re someone’s mate that’s it.”

“And?” She asked not taking her eyes off him.

“And,” he said pointedly, “you should get to choose who your mate it.”

“What makes you think that I’m not choosing you now?” She asked.

Steve’s breath caught in his throat.

“Unless I’m moving too fast then I can put on my pants and go home but -”

“Brock could find you there, you’re safer here,” Steve finished for her. “And no, you’re not moving too fast, that’s kind of how it works for us. It only took Natasha and Clint a month to realize that they didn’t want anyone else.”

“How do you know?” Y/n asked. Steve could hear how scared she was of being stuck with someone who would hurt her the way Brock had.

“All the mated wolves I’ve talked to say that it’s hard to explain. That it’s just a feeling you get.”

“And you feel that way about me?”

Steve let out a shaky breath. “Yes.”

Y/n closed the distance between their lips and kissed him.

“Y/n -” he warned.

“God Steve,” she groaned in annoyance, “do you ever shut up?”

Steve leaned back looking at her in surprise. “Did you really just talk to your alpha like that?” His tone was a mixture of teasing and genuine shock.

“I wouldn’t have to if you would just have your way with me,” she growled. It was the first time he’d ever heard her growl at anyone.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he placed his hands on the wall on either side of her head, “if I were to have my way with you, you wouldn’t be able to leave the bed for a week.”

Y/n whimpered slightly and rubbed her thighs together for even the slightest bit of relief from the tension building in her.

“Besides,” he smirked, “I’m much more interested in you having your way with me.”

Y/n dropped her clothing, that she’d almost forgotten she was holding and pushed Steve back towards the bed.

Steve fell back on the bed still smiling at Y/n. She stood at the edge of the bed and lifted her shirt over her head.

“Take your pants off,” she ordered and Steve wondered if they’d really been so idiotic to believe that Y/n was a submissive wolf instead of just impossibly kind. But he followed her directions removing his underwear too.

Y/n slid out of her panties before climbing back onto him to straddle him, much like she had been a few minutes ago. Steve sat up, pulling her against him.

She froze, she cupped his face in her hands and stared with intensity into his eyes. “You’re not going to hurt me are you?”

Steve pressed a kiss above both of her breasts before repeating the action on her cheeks then one last quick one to her lips.

“Never,” he whispered. She smiled softly and kissed him again then she slid her hands into his hair and pulled his head back exposing his neck.

“Were you serious about me having my way with you?” She asked as she dragged her lips up his neck before pulling oh his ear with her teeth.

Steve closed his eyes and dug his fingers into her hips. With her pussy so close to his cock it was becoming more and more difficult for him to think straight.

“Deadly,” he answered breathlessly.

“Well then,” she whispered seductively into his ear, “let’s see how well an alpha can take orders.”

Steve whimpered as Y/n pressed one finger onto his chest, silently telling him to lie on his back. She rocked her hips teasing him a bit more before moving so she was straddling his head.

“You have such a pretty mouth,” she cooed.

That was all the encouragement he needed before he wrapped his arms around the backside of her thighs and pulled her down so she was on his mouth. Both of Y/n’s hands were in his hair gripping it tightly as reveled in the taste of her.

“Fuck, Steve,” she whimpered.

Steve opened his eyes to look up at her. She looked ethereal with a blissful smile playing at her lips while her chest rose and fell with each labored breath. Steve took her clit into his mouth and sucked. A few moments later her legs were shaking as she came.

He didn’t let her go until he was satisfied. She was leaning against the headboard trying to catch her breath. He kissed her inner thigh before scooting under her so he could sit up with her in his lap.

“So,” Steve said as Y/n kissed along his neck leaving marks that he would need to wear a turtleneck to hide, “what would you like me to do next?”

She lifted her head to look at him and winked at him. She caressed his cock lining it up with her entrance and lowering herself onto him.

“Jesus, fuck.” Steve gripped her hips again.

“What?” Y/n asked with faux innocence.

Steve growled and tried to get her to move but she forced his hands off her waist and pinned them over his head.

“I thought I was having my way with you.”

“Get on with it then,” Steve said trying to use his alpha voice but clearly Y/n was unaffected by it.

She t’sked at him. “That’s not how you get what you want, baby boy.”

“Please,” he whined pathetically. “Please let me cum. I need it. I need you.”

Y/n leaned in and brushed her lips against his ear. “I wonder what everyone else would think of their alpha begging to be fucked.”

“Please, Y/n.”

“Only because you’re so pretty when you beg.”

At first, she was slow about her movements. Slowly rising and sinking back down teasing him until he let out a frustrated groan, then she let go of his hands so she could hold on to his shoulders as she sped up.

Steve was losing his resolve.

“Do it, Steve,” she told him, he didn’t have to ask to know what she was talking about, “I want it to be you.”

He pulled her closer to himself as he met her movements with thrusts of his own. When Y/n’s chest pressed up against his he bit down on her neck drawing the smallest bit of blood. That was all it took for the mate bond to snap into place. He licked up the blood droplets and pressed a kiss to where he’d bitten her, his teeth marks already gone.

The feeling of her intensified after their bond was in place and Steve didn’t last long after Y/n came, squeezing his cock. Their moans filled the room and in the back of his mind, he had the fleeting thought about how the pack could definitely hear them.

They sat there for a moment after they’d finished riding their highs. Y/n’s head was resting against his shoulder and Steve’s arms were lazily wrapped around her waist.

“You’re gonna make me pay for the comments I made aren’t you?” She asked breathlessly.

“You bet your sweet ass I am,” he teased. She giggled into his neck and Steve could swear he’d never heard a better sound.

Neither of them actually fell asleep that night. They just lay in bed enjoying each other’s company.

“I love you,” Steve whispered in the dead of night.

“I love you too,” Y/n responded sleepily.

“I don’t know what we’re going to tell everyone, Bucky will be upset that he’s no longer my second,” Steve chuckled. Y/n lifted her head and looked at him.

“What?”

“When an alpha mates with someone their mate becomes their second,” he explained.

“Well, they’re going to have a hard time believing that I can give orders.”

“Not if they heard anything that happened earlier,” he teased and she groaned into his chest. “But that’s not all that I’m worried about.”

“What else is on your mind?”

“What are we gonna do about Brock?”

Steve rolled over on to his side so he was facing Y/n who was contemplating as she fiddled with Steve’s fingers.

“Honestly? I don’t care,” she shrugged.

“What?”

“At one point I did want him to pay for what he did, but now I couldn’t care less about what happens to him.” She brushed a strand of hair out of his face. “Why would I waste time thinking about him when I’m here with you.”

“So we do nothing?”

“Well, if he shows up here again, then you can kill him if I don’t do it first,” she conceded. “Now, tell me more about what me being your second means. Does that mean that I get to boss everyone around and have them bring me food when I’m too lazy to get it myself?”

Steve laughed at her comment and they spent the rest of the night talking. Steve knew that the rest of the pack wasn’t going to be on board with this whole Brock situation and just letting him be. But they could deal with that tomorrow, or the next day whenever they decided to get out of bed.

#werewolf!steve #Steve Rogers x reader #steve x reader #Steve Rogers AU #steve rogers smut #halloweenhauntsauchallenge

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itzagothamcitysiren · 4 years

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Welcome to the Family

here’s part 2!

link to part 1 here :)

Tell ‘Em That It’s My Birthday pt. 2

At this point in his life, Tim Drake should be used to expecting the unexpected but here he was still being left in awe. It was just like all the other times throughout the last handful of years. It was just like how he didn’t expect he would be the one to put two and two together and find out that Bruce Wayne and Batman were one in the same but he did. It was just like when he didn’t expect to become the newest ward of Bruce Wayne after his foolish attempt at proving he could be the Batman’s new partner by ticking off the Penguin when he hacked into his personal funds and nearly drained all his accounts but he somehow did.

He hadn’t expected that stunt to make him have to change his identity and have his parent’s go into hiding as Penguin sought out revenge against him for costing him millions but it had. He also hadn’t expected that after all the trouble he put the Batman through during his quest to become the next Robin that he would actually convinced Bruce to take him on but he had. But what he really didn’t expect was the sight that was slapped right in front of him.

“Erm, thanks?” Tim said, confusion and annoyance laced in his tone.

His mood was already sour no matter how hard Stephanie had tried all day to keep him cheery. It was his birthday, she constantly reminded him as if he needed to be. He knew it was his birthday. He knew that she knew that it was his birthday. He knew that Alfred knew, that Bruce knew and that Dick knew. He knew; he didn’t need her constant reminder that he should be in a good mood because it just made him feel even more vexed. But in this moment, he’d take her hounding him all day over this current predicament.

It wasn’t even a predicament but it sure felt like one. He felt like he was a beat up dog trapped in a corner, feeling the sweat start to form on his brow as he stared down at the younger boy who’d been terrorizing his very existence these last couple of years now. Maybe that was a little overdramatic but maybe it also wasn’t, the kid did trying maiming and killing him a couple of times. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, letting his eyes dart away from the boy.

“Steph told you to do this didn’t she?” He asked Damian, his fellow Robin, who had just caught him in the hall and simply said that it was his birthday.

“Tt, like Fatgirl has any control over my actions.” Damian tutted, rolling his eyes and putting a hand on his hip.

“You really shouldn’t call her that.” Tim said, feeling his nerves begin to be tugged even more. He bit his tongue and looked away from Damian for a moment. He was itching for a fight but knew it was best to wait for one during patrol tonight. Rolling his eyes, he looked back at Damian, placing his own hands on his hips. “Okay well who then? Bruce? Dick Alfred? They want you to play nice to me or something?”

“Please. I am quite aware of your birthday, Drake.” Damian scoffed, clearly offended at Tim accusing him of doing anything out of his free will. It wasn’t even like he wished him a happy birthday, Damian huffed to himself; he just stated the fact that it was his birthday.

“Oh, well, thanks Damian.” Tim said thrown off, trying to ease up on his stance.

“Tt. Don’t take it too personal, Drake. I know everyone’s birthdays. I studied everyone’s file on the batcomputer upon my arrival.” Damian explained. He narrowed his eyes at Tim as he continued. “I just brought it up because I’ve noticed your mood and wanted you to know that just because it’s your birthday that you best not be distracted tonight on patrol. It won’t be becoming of you; even you.”

“Gee, thanks Damian, I’ll make sure of that.” Tim grunted, glaring daggers at the boy before brushing past him.

He headed back to his original destination before being cut off by the demon spawn: his room. He intended to lock himself up in there for the rest of the afternoon and drown himself in work. He had hoped that it would make him forget about what was eating at him but found himself unable to concentrate. All day and night he kept looking at his phone waiting and waiting for a call or a text; anything that would show that she remembered. Hell, Damian remembered and she didn’t?

It haunted him all night and much to Damian’s smugness, during patrol. Even the next day when he decided to distract himself by getting a head start on his summer work. Stephanie sat across from him at the dining room table talking about some show or YouTube video. He didn’t really know as her voice sounded like it belonged in an episode of the peanuts. His heart stopped when his phone went off, his work abandoned in front of him. A day? It took her a whole to remember?

The call went to voicemail by the time he could get his body to move, Stephanie sitting across from him asking if he was going to get it waking him up. When the phone went off a second time he felt himself get mad and instantly ended the call without picking up. He saw Steph’s mouth drop from the brim of his vision but didn’t say anything, turning to his book instead. Steph knew he was upset that she forgot but didn’t think he was that upset until her own phone went off and he reached across the table and ended the call before she could answer it herself.

The next day was basically the same, with Tim ignoring Stephanie as they went about their business. His brain was tired and for once he allowed himself a break; a break from the hard work at least. His fists pounded against the punching bag, having turned down Damian when he taunted him by offering to teach him a thing or two.

The punching bag is Damian’s face, the punching bag is Damian’s face, he repeated over and over again.

As he felt himself go faster he also couldn’t stop and feel like he was being watched. He knew Damian was across the way, practicing some hand to hand with Dick, who had thankfully intervened earlier when Damian started to pester Tim. Stephanie hadn’t been around, taking the day to go spend time with some friends and knowing that Bruce was in the office as well as Alfred being out running some last minute errand.

That said errand was now revealed to them as he finally pinpointed the source of him feeling watched. Coming down from the stairway was Alfred, with a very tired but somewhat excited looking in tow. Tim stopped his punching for a moment to give them a look before quickly jerking away and heading towards the bench where he had placed his towel and water bottle.

His heart pumped as his made his way over, his mind racing with thoughts of how this confrontation would go. He didn’t think she’d actually showed up. He thought he’d had more time to brush his feelings under the rug and get over it. It honestly wasn’t a big deal; honestly. But he couldn’t stop himself from caving into himself as he heard her great Dick and Damian who were the closet to her.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be with the Titans?” Dick pulled her into a hug and releasing her after nearly crushing her to death.

“Yeah, I just erm, missed you guys, was gonna come home for a couple of days.” She waved off as she ruffled Damian’s hair. She smirked as he swatted her hand away and glowered at her. “Gar and Kori can handle everyone without me.”

“Gar? So you’re on a nickname basis with Aqualad now?” Dick eyed her, knowing all about her and the Atlantean’s little fling as Kori described it to him.

“Oh please.” She shook her head Dick, I’m almost 23. I can date anyone I want.” She rolled her eyes, making a note to have another talk with Kori about sharing her personal matters with people.

Damian grimaced at her, the thought of his sister being with that simpleton disgusting him. He looked up at her. “Have you been eating alright? Getting enough rest? There is no way in sound mind you would willingly consummate with that halfwit.”

“You too?” Halley gaped at her younger brother. “You haven’t even met him, you’re just copying Dick.”

“For once Grayson has the right idea about something.” He nodded firmly towards Dick.

“Yeah- hey wait!” Dick started but trailed off to glare down at Damian.

“How about you two discuss this while I excuse myself from this conversation,” She smirked, cutting between the pair and making her way over to Tim, calling out to him as she got closer.

“Tim!”

Halley’s smile was wide, almost guilty looking even as she stood by the bench he was now sitting on. Tim stared up at her blankly, slightly peeved when he saw her disappointed face when he didn’t stand right up and give her his usual overly enthusiastic greeting. What did she think, he blew out. Did she think that after the couple of weeks of barely talking to him and then forgetting his birthday that he would jump up and be excited to see her?

“I just got off a nearly six hour flight, I’m starving.” She said softly, rubbing her stomach for emphases. “Wanna go get some food? Just you and me?”

“Not really hungry.” He shrugged, standing up and moving to head out of the workout area. He narrowed his eyes at her, wanting to if just for a moment, to make this hard for her.

“Tim-,” she started off, pleading.

“Why are you here, Halley?” he frowned, turning around to look at her. “Why aren’t you at Titan’s Tower?” he said, knowing that he was never going to actually walk away from her.

“Tim, I’m sorry about not calling the other day. I just totally spaced on what day it was. I don’t even know how.” She said with widened eyes, wanting to convey how bad she felt about it. “It’s just everything with the new kids and training-”

“And Aqualad now too?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Look, Tim I’m sorry, please just don’t be mad at me.” She pouted, embarrassed as she knew Dick and Damian, even Alfred could most likely hear them.

Tim bit his lip and sighed, knowing that he was overreacting. He knew that she was busy training the new generation of Titans. He should be more understanding, both of them had hectic lives. He just couldn’t help but feel bitter as she’d never forgotten something like this before. He just wasn’t used to her not being around as much as when he first arrived at Wayne Manor. He gave her a soft smile, relenting in his anger.

“Okay, okay. I’ll forgive you but on one condition.”

“Anything!” She jumped instantly at the chance.

“I want Bat Burger and you owe me a trip to the arcade.” He said pointing a finger at her as he listed off his two demands.

“Deal.” She nodded, smiling and dragging him into a hug.

Tim smirked, as he hugged back. He couldn’t never truly stay mad at her. Their bond was too strong to be worth ruining it over something that was an honest mistake. He knew he had promised Bruce that he’d spend the day training with the others. But everyone knew Tim never stopped, pushing himself as far as he could, having an obsession with proving himself. Though with promising Bruce, at end of the day he knew Bruce would be okay with him playing hooky for once. It was his belated birthday anyways.

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risingmoonyue · 4 years

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I need to stop making these.

Meh.

Enjoy more Damian scenarios lol

XXX

When they sent him off to school, they really didn't mean for this to happen

Basically

Damian was Damian

And managed to get the entire student population to hate him within a week

Not that anyone at home (or the staff) knows that (yet)

All but this tiny, cute girl

Teachers love her

And she is universally acknowledged as a cinnamon roll

And for some reason she is very interested in Damian

He ignores that and moves on with his life

One day Damian gets in a fight and breaks the other kid’s nose

And of course, she was around

And she manages to spin the whole thing off on the kids who got beat up

By telling the biggest sob story Damian’s ever heard

Complete with waterworks and puppy eyes on to maximum efficiency

Damian plays along because holy crap this child is way different from what he expected this is great he may have finally found a competent human being in this incompetent school

As it turns out

She actively manipulates the entire school population

Has cowed the small group of students that know into silence

And every teacher believes she's an angel

And the reason she’s so interested in Dami is because she’s seen him around town, and by golly gosh she loves his skills and attitude

And she absolutely wants him on her side

The feeling is mutual for Damian as of the Incident™

In the end

They strike up (an extremely, super definitely won't become romance later in life) partnership

(They may or may not have decided already on their own that if they don't marry the other then they don't marry at all)

And become horrible influences on each other

Featuring:

Girl teaching him how to be rude effectively and diversely

(“there are four main types of rude: sophisticated, neutral, jerk-wad, and secret rude.”)

Damian teaching her how to fight

(“the most effective place to hit at almost any time is the groin. Hurts for guys, still hurts for girls there too. Boob shots also are effective. Anywhere squishy, really.”

“Ooh, can I be like the Three Stooges and poke em’ in the eyes???”

”If the situation allows, then yes.”

“Sweeeeet.”)

Girl teaching him memes

(“listen, ‘ok boomer’ is the pinnacle of modern meme language. Use it, love it.”

“But what if they aren't boomers?”

“Doesn't matter, if it fits you sits.”)

Damian bringing in Jason so they can troll the rest of the fam

(“So I just gotta comment on how extremely platonic you all are, call everyone a boomer, give you opportunities to go off on them, actually go off on them, and generally act so happy they think they're insane?”)

“Yes.”

“I'm in.”)

All of them teaching the others how to act certain ways

(“If they think you’re an innocent cinnamon roll too good for this world, you get a surprisingly lot outta people. I have so many unknowing adult minions, it’s great.”

“...You’re a scary child, Cupcake.”

“Aaaw, thank you! I’m glad I met Dami, cause that means I got to meet you!”

“Why did you become friends with him anyways?”

“I saw him beating a bunch of people up and decided I needed that!”

“... and you, Demon Spawn?”

“She manipulated the entire school into doing her bidding. It was beautiful.”

“...you both are scary children…. Meh, I get to set you guys on B, Replacement and Golden Boy. I’m good.”)

(“If you act like a street rat, you’ll get pity points AND street cred when they find out you can kick butt.”

“Hey! Hey Jay! How much butt did you kick when you were on the streets?”

“A ton.”

“Wooooooow.”)

(“Contrary to popular belief, there are many situations in which my attitude is normal and encouraged—and not just in my family business, Todd. Prove to those in superior positions that you are smarter, more capable, and that you know it, they feel inferior. Usually best in business settings where you hate each other and know it, or when your parents have decided to compete for who has the best kid. Alternatively, if you can't beat them, give them hell.”

“Is THAT why you’re such a Demon Spawn most of the time?”

“Perhaps.”)

Girl acting like an angel in Wayne household and Damian acting normal, only for them to go all melodramatic and propose be each other's Extremely Definitely Platonic Partner For Life (EDPPFL) complete with over the top speeches while on one knee, Platonic™ ring giving, ridiculous Platonic™ pet names, Proud Dad-Brother™ Jason, and just generally freaking out the Wayne household as soon as the Wayne’s show even the slightest hint of hesitation, doubt, confusion, or just negativity

(look Damian was maybe just a smidge annoyed with his family and MAYBE he loved messing with them. So what?)

(there's a lot of overdramatic wailing involved and swooning into each other's arms as they lament the cruelty of humanity)

(really, Dami, Jason and Girl are all theater kids at heart)

The Wayne family being really confused

(“Oh God check for the Joker toxin!!”

“OH (name), THIS CRUEL WORLD HAS TURNED EVEN MY BELOVED FAMILY AGAINST ME!”

“OH DAMI, THE WORLD MAY TURN AGAINST YOU, BUT ME AND JASON WILL ALWAYS BE HERE! ESPECIALLY ME, MY WONDERFUL AMAZING PERFECT PLATONIC™ LIFE PARTNER!”)

Jason being a horrible, horrible enabler

(“Well gosh, kids. You guys are the best pair of EDPPFLs I’ve ever seen!”)

(“God, Bruce, try being supportive of your kids for once. Don’t stifle the Springtime of Youth in them like you did the rest of us!”

“Jason, I will literally pay you to never say that again.”

*offended gasp* “Are you attempting to subvert my given right and freedom of speech??”

*twin offended gasps* “YOU DARE???”)

Jason teaching the kiddos everything

(“—and THIS is where you go if you want to buy beer underaged, great for finding all the shady gossip, and THIS is where Crazy Cat Lady Susan gives out surprisingly good cookies (only half are laced with catnip as opposed to all of them) and THIS is where you can sneak into the theatre so you can watch all the best movies without paying anything—”)

Deadpan snark

Angelic snark

Snark for you

Snark for everyone!

So much Snark

#batman #batfam #batman prompts #batman hc #damian wayne prompts #damian wayne hc #damian wayne #robin #jason todd #red hood #oc #my writing #i need to stop making these help

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still-in-the-cage-help · 5 years

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I see Jason like this and it is currently an unpopular opinion I think:

Jason enjoyed being Robin because it put him above everyone.

He spent his entire life as lesser, having to fight, steal and cheat to get by, constantly reminded he was worthless, damaged goods. Then comes Bruce fucking Wayne with his money and social status, and suddenly Jason is on top of the world, then he gets the Robin gig and he's not only a celebrity, but now he's a hero. People have to respect him. They almost don't have a choice.

He wanted needed to prove to the world that he was more than some dirty street rat, but he was arrogant and greedy. Jason wanted to feel loved, even if that love was superficial, but he also wanted to feel powerful. Because his whole life he had been unwanted and weak.

Jason did not enjoy the role of Robin because he wanted to be a hero, or because he was good at heart. Jason was twisted by an uncaring society, and the power over that society was what he enjoyed. He got off on the idea that he held life and death in his hands as Robin, he decided who was worthy and who wasn't, and no one would every be able to knock him off of his newfound pedestal.

His soul was always dark, but to no fault of his own. Jason shows us what can happen when kids are traumatized by abuse and neglect. Jason was bitter and angry, and every outburst at Bruce or Dick showed that. Because Dick was still the favorite, the Boy Wonder, the true son, no matter what Jason did...despite it all he was still not good enough. So he became more angry, more bitter, more determined to be the greatest. He sought more recognition, as Jason and as Robin, but he never got it.

Slowly that pedestal began to crumble under his feet, and he started to panic. And when he was about to die, the fact that Bruce wasn't there to save him only compounded his belief that he was still worthless and unloved. No matter how untrue that was. The feeling of betrayal and anger was what drove him to be Red Hood after the Lazarus pit. He may have forgiven Bruce for not saving him, but knowing that Joker was still running lose was only more proof that he didn't really matter to anyone. "I'm a better Batman than you ever were!" shows his deep rooted desire to be recognized as more than he was always told he was.

Jason is a far more complex character than a lot of people seems to realize, and constantly putting him in the either the category of "angsty, overdramatic" or the category of "sweet baby, must protec" is absolutely an injustice to his writing.

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Friends Like These: Chapter Twelve - Truth or Dare

The idea of freedom becomes far more difficult for Harleen to resist.

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Chapter Warnings: Biting, blood, bruises, injury

My hand automatically releases his, instead reaching to grab his hair. It’s soft, far softer than I expected, and I thread my fingers through it. His mangled lips are rough against mine, stealing the breath from me, and I can’t help but respond. He releases my jaw and grabs the back of my neck, pulling me impossibly closer. I go to grab him with my other hand, making the handcuffs tug at my wrist, and I realise what I am doing. My eyes snap open, and I bite down hard until I can taste his blood in my mouth. He releases my neck and I push him away from me, scrambling as far back up the bed as I can, my chest heaving.

“Don’t do that. Don’t you fucking dare,” I seethe, my mind spinning. I can’t think straight. He smirks at my response, rubbing the blood from his mouth and examining it before licking it off of his fingers. Grabbing the glass and plate still sitting on the bed he stands up, going over to the door and banging on it once. It swings open and he steps through, taking a second to look back and examine my still shaking figure. “Just… something to think about,” he muses, casting one final glance over me before leaving, the door locking loudly behind him. I press a hand against my swollen lips, reeling. What just happened? He kissed me. An insane murder, the man that is holding me captive, just kissed me. And? And I kissed him back. Fuck, I enjoyed kissing him. How did it feel? It felt… Amazing. No one’s ever kissed me like that before. Like the only thing that mattered was our lips pressed together. The building could have been on fire and I wouldn’t have noticed. What does that say about me? I’m in too deep. I’ve numbed myself to the normal fear and danger of Gotham, and now I’m chasing that high, no matter the cost. I wasn’t content with what I had, and now… Now, I don’t know if I can trust myself to make the right choice. It’s so tempting to just give in, to let go, be the person Jerome thinks I am; but I can’t. I have to be strong, for my family, for Bruce, for myself.

It’s been two days since Jerome kissed me, and I haven’t seen him since. I have been left to sit and think, still restrained to the bed. Twice a day someone brings me a sandwich and water, twice a day someone comes in and takes away the empty dishes, and twice a day I am uncuffed and taken to a toilet across the corridor. They never talk to me, they barely make eye contact, and I don’t try to talk to them. There’s no point. I wouldn’t enjoy it and I wouldn’t get any information out of them. All I do is sit, then sleep, then sit, then sleep some more. If this is Jerome’s way of making me go insane, it’s working.

The monotonous routine is broken when a woman comes in. She’s one of Jerome’s, obviously, but there’s nothing in her hands and nothing to collect. She takes a step forward and pulls out a key. “You’re to come with me. If you struggle I will hurt you.” I nod, knowing that even if I could overpower there’s no way I would be able to escape the building. She comes closer, leaning over me to unlock the cuff around the pipe. Once it’s open she takes my right arm and locks the cuff around it instead. I stand up, legs shaky from lack of use, and she puts one hand on my shoulder in a vice grip. No chance of running. She bangs on the door, which opens to reveal a guard holding a rifle. I think I recognise him; he must have been at the school. She pushes me out into the corridor and begins dragging me to the right. We walk in a straight line for a few minutes, each stretch of hallway identical, until we stop outside of a door. She uncuffs me and opens it, gesturing for me to enter. “You have twenty minutes. Everything you need’s in there.” I narrow my eyes at her, confused, but I go in, letting her close the door behind me. It’s a bathroom. Surprisingly clean, all things considered. A stack of towels sits on the counter next to what I’m guessing are fresh clothes. A quick glance in the shower finds hair products and body wash. I can’t help but suspect that there’s some ulterior motive, but the thought of a hot shower overpowers my concerns. I quickly examine the room, looking for cameras or surveillance equipment, but it seems that I have been left unsupervised other than the guard. I lock the door and press a finger against the mirror sitting above the counter, just in case. It’s safe. I catch a glimpse of myself, and my eyes widen in shock. I knew I probably didn’t look great, but my appearance is worse than I could have imagined. The makeup I’d been wearing has mostly rubbed off, but what’s left is smeared around my eyes and down my cheeks, following the tear tracks from when Jerome choked me. I raise a hand to touch the purple bruises blossoming around my throat, a deadly necklace. As my fingers brush it, it aches. There’s another bruise at my hairline, I’m guessing from falling out of the chair, and a couple of fresh ones scattered along my jaw from Jerome’s hand. My chin is flecked with dried blood, mine and Jerome’s, mixed together into a gruesome artwork. I unbutton my shirt slowly, glancing back at the door. Once it’s off, I see even more bruises running over my shoulder, down my arm, and across my ribs. A brutal painting of pain. I turn on the shower and, after taking off the rest of my clothes, step under the stream of water. It burns. I let the pain wash over me, wiping away the dirt, the grime, the sweat, the blood. But it can’t wipe away him. I can’t stop thinking about the feeling of Jerome’s lips against mine, my hand in his hair, him holding onto my neck. His blood in my mouth. There’s a part of me that wishes I had kept going, had just let go of my fear. It would be so easy. But that’s what he wants, and I refuse to let him get it. I’m nothing if not stubborn.

Before I examine the clothes I grab my bra of the floor and turn it so I can see the back. It only takes a couple of seconds of fiddling for me to pull out one of the wire hooks and straighten it into something resembling a lockpick. Putting it on I slip the piece of wire inside it, making sure it’s completely hidden. Satisfied, I pick up the first item in the pile. Clearly they have their own stock of clothing. A black leather miniskirt that will definitely be indecent when I put it on, and a red mesh top that is completely see through. At least my bra’s black. I hold up a pair of bright blue panties on one finger and grimace at the thought of Jerome’s followers picking them out for me. I put the clothes on, making sure to pull my fishnets back over my legs to at least pretend I’m less exposed. I glance at myself one more time in the mirror, rolling my eyes at how stupid I look. I unlock the door, opening it to find the same woman standing waiting for me. She looks me up and down, seemingly in approval, and she cuffs me again. “Thank you, so much,” I smile at her, oozing sarcasm, and she narrows her eyes. She doesn’t seem to get it. I follow her back to my room (when did I start referring to it as mine?) and let her cuff me to the pipe. She leaves, and as the door swings shut behind her I call “Great conversation! You’ve got some amazing people skills!” Expectedly, I’m ignored.

Another day goes by until Jerome returns. When he sees me he lets out a low whistle, clearly admiring my new outfit, and I roll my eyes. “I gotta say, it’s a good look on you,” He spins the chair around and sits, resting his arms on the back of it. “Gross. What do you want?” I don’t bother with niceties, knowing that it’ll only piss him off. “What? I can’t just visit my favourite girl?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I clench my jaw, struggling not to laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation. “No, you can’t.” I watch him carefully, keeping my face as neutral as possible. I can tell he’s waiting for me to slip up, for a crack in my armour, anything he can use against me. He’s not going to get it. “Ah, you got me.” He slams his hands against the back of the chair and stands up, moving to sit on the foot of the bed with his back against the wall and his legs out in front of him. I shift slightly, pretending I’m sitting up straighter when, in reality, I am trying to move further away. There’s not much I can do though. “I was thinking –“ “That’s new.” He looks at me, clearly irritated at my interruption, and I smirk at him. “I was thinking,” He growls, daring me to interrupt again, “You must be getting bored, stuck in this room all day, every day.” “Yeah, it’s almost like someone’s holding me prisoner or something.” I glare at him pointedly. “Okay, point taken. But!” He holds a finger in the air, punctuating his sentence. He’s so overdramatic it’s sickening. “I thought we could play a little game.” “I’m guessing that game isn’t “Let Harleen go”, is it?” “Absolutely not. It’s quite a well-known game actually, you’ve probably heard of it.” I raise my eyebrows at him, prompting him to continue. “Truth or dare.” A sinister smile spreads across his face as he finishes his sentence, and my eyes widen. I know enough about Jerome to know this isn’t going to be as simple as it sounds; he has a plan, something that he wants out of this, but I’m not in a position to refuse. “Fine. Who goes first?” I settle back against the wall so that my legs are pointed towards him. My left arm sits behind me, twisted and uncomfortable. “Me, duh. So,” He leans towards me, edging into my personal space, “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” Logically it’s the safest option, but I know Jerome will twist it to suit him. “Chicken. So…” He lets the word hang in the air, “Have you ever wanted to kill someone?” He looks at me expectantly, trying to gauge my reaction. I keep my eyes on the wall beyond him and will my voice not to shake. “No.” He raises his hand and runs a gloved finger down the side of my face. I resist the urge to cringe away. “I thought we agreed to be honest with each other, Harleen, and I can tell you’re not being honest with me.” I bite my lip, wanting to remain silent, but I know he won’t let me. “It’s the truth. I’ve never wanted to kill anyone.” “But…?” “But I have wanted people to die. Or… or to disappear.” “Like who?” I turn my head slightly to look at his annoying, smug face. “I answered the question. Your turn: truth or dare?” He hums, pretending to contemplate the question, before looking back at me. “Dare.” I only need to think for a moment. I know exactly what I’m going to dare him to do. “I dare you to uncuff me.” “Nice try, babes.” I roll my eyes at the nickname, trying to ignore the slight blush that rises to my cheeks. “is this really your great escape plan?” “Not at all.” No, but it is a step. “I’m not an idiot. I’ve learned my lesson.” I gesture carelessly, bringing his attention to the bruises circling my neck. I don’t miss the way that his eyes linger on my chest. “I’m not getting out of here unless you want me to. But my arm is killing me. What harm does it do to you if I’m uncuffed?” He examines me, trying to figure out what my plan is, and I examine him right back. Despite being alone with Jerome, I’m not afraid. I’m not sure what the feeling is, but it's not fear. For some reason, I don’t think he’s going to hurt me. I’m not safe, I’m not stupid enough to think that, but that part of my brain that makes me go out on the streets, that is fuelled by danger, wants me to be here. “Oh, alright.” He heaves himself up, pulling out a key while approaching me. I furrow my brow in confusion; I hadn’t expected that to work. He leans over me, radiating heat. A rough hand grabs my wrist, his grip bruising, as he unlocks the handcuff. His face is right next to mine. If I were to move a few inches we would be touching. My eyes run over the scars outlining his face, and I resist the urge to reach out and feel them. Once I am released he looks at me, green eyes locking with mine, before retreating to sit back down on the bed. I stand up, rubbing my sore wrist, and stretch the stiff limb, smiling at the satisfying pop of fluid releasing. I look at him over my shoulder to find him reclined on the bed, arms under his head, and watching me. “My turn, I guess?” I know I’m pushing my luck, but the boredom I’ve been stuck with for the past few days is finally dissipating, and I want to stretch this out for as long as possible. “Okay, then. Truth or dare?” I know I should say truth, but once again my words ignore my brain. “Dare.” I bite my lip, but the word has already escaped, and now I must face the consequences. “Oh really?” Shit. Not good. Jerome sits up from his position on the bed, a grin quickly growing on his face. I can’t imagine what he has in mind – I don’t want to. But his expression makes my heart race. His voice is an excited rasp when he finally speaks. “Can you do a handstand?”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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