#caps like 'hey can you help get bruce back'

[bigwishes]

Hey could you help me out?

I've been applying to some of the frat houses, but I've never gotten invited. They always make fun of my small frame, saying I should apply to somewhere else.

Is there a way I can get back to that asshole leader. I want him to cower in front of me. I want to be taller and more muscular then any of those douchbags, so they beg me to join them.

Oh sorry you've been having trouble finding a frat to join but I think I know a group of guys who can help you. Funnily enough they made a wish too but don't worry about that.

Brinley, Brayden and Bruce. The three had wished for some jerky jock personalities and they got what they wished for but now they also wanna have the best A lister only party. Well I've already gone ahead and asked them for a favour since I've now granted them two wishes, don't be shy and introduce yourself.

"Hey bro, you can totally join our frat" "Yeah bruh, you'll be so good for what we asked for" "Yeah, man, you'll look so good"

The three pull away to themselves and leave you standing there whilst they chat and laugh, you catch a couple bits of the conversation something about "how big did you ask for?" followed by Brinley and Bruce breaking out in that stupid bro chuckle whilst shoving Brayden between the two of them. They began to turn back and you heard "don't worry, he'll definitely listen"

"Okay bro, all ya gotta do to join our frat is....ride home in the car with us" "yeah bruh and hurry the fuck up we gotta get stuff for the party" "ye-yeah, let get going huh huh" Brinley and Bruce burst out laughing again shoving Brayden calling him a fag. You have no idea what's going on but this could be your only chance to join a frat so you follow them back to their car. You get in and the floor is covered in energy drink cans, the car stinks of stale sweat as you see three gym bags stuffed in the back. Brinley and Bruce take the front two seats whilst you were stuck in the back seat next to Brayden. Brayden stuck his hand under his backwards cap scratching his head and biting down on his lip, almost salivating looking at you. But what why was that jacked stud drooling over your average skinny frame. "Ooooh Brayden, excited about his big changes?" "Yaahhh Brayden, why don't you stick your face in the big boys pits" "BRUH SHUT THE FUCK UP" The car started, buzzing to life and you instantly felt weird like your lungs had been replaced with a void, every breath you took seemed endless. You began breathing through your mouth deeply, huffing like you'd just been running for an hour. You looked down at your body and noticed your chest puffing out with each breath, building, becoming more and more solid. Your arms tingled as they began to inflate. Your shirt rips apart around your torso.

"oh, errr here bro, have my tank top. might be a tight fit huh huh" "YOO BRAYDEN, ROCKIN A HARDY THERE MATE HAHAHA" You noticed Brayden's hard on straining against the fabric of his shorts as he threw his shirt at you. As you put it on you couldn't help noticed what happened to you in the car mirror.

You'd some how bulked up, going from looking like a twig to a football playing jock in a matter of seconds. The tank barely covered your torso, leaving the sides of your chest exposed. Brayden sat next to you staring at your body biting his lip drooling and with all this muscle some confidence was brewing in your gut and you wanted to slam Brayden into a wall.

"oi, don't get comfy mate, Brayden asked for more" "BRO SHUT THE FUCK UP" "you're gonna be on door duty tonight big fella," Great, your first party and your stuck as the fucking door man. Soon the four of you had pulled up at a cheap looking frat house. It looked pretty run down but so did most of the houses on the block. Something still felt off, your body ached. You needed whatever this pain was to go away before the night. Even if you were just the fucking door lacky you needed to be at the top of your game for any guys who might wanna stay the night. Bruce showed you to your room and left you alone until the party. You took a deep breath and the void reappeared in your chest. Each breath your body inflated more, bursting out of your tank and pants leaving you in stretched out briefs.

You couldn't believe how fucking incredible you looked and you were now so fucking horny. You had to find Brayden, he seemed to be drooling over you before so surely he'd wanna feel your massive arms now. You bit down on your lip thinking about shoving Brayden's head down on to your waste and skull fucking him.

You called out for him asking for help with moving something, but when he appeared in your doorway you grabbed him by the shirt and stared to undress him. He wrapped his hands around your torso and dug his fingers into your newly formed back muscles but the pleasure didn't last long before the aches and pains were back, but this time instead of just the feeling of your muscled getting bigger it felt like your spine was snapping. You dropped Brayden on the floor and watched as him and the floor seemed to be getting further and further away. You felt your arms move outwards from your body and your shoulders and lats got wider. Your body became thicker and thicker. You looked at the doorframe it looked like you wouldn't even be able to get through without turning sideways at this point.

Now standing at 8.6ft tall and wider than the door frame you were shocked and what you'd become.

"DUDE WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU GUYS DO TO ME" "oh fuck, when I wished for a large door man...I really got a large door man huh" "WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN" "Bro relax, you're huge and fucking stunning" "Look, It'd be hot if I wasn't at risk of crushing the guy" The other two appeared in the doorway "LETS FUCKING GO BOIIIIS" "HAHA Brayden when you wished for a big door man you really a man..whos a door AHAHAHAHA" "I'm not gonna be your fucking door man, I'm taking this body out on the fucking town boys, not standing in a doorway all night" "OOFT, nah, sorry mate we wished for you so we get what we want" Brinley snapped his fingered and it felt like firecrackers in your head, a moment later your head was hung slack and drool poured out of your mouth and onto your chest. "Okay big man, time for some adjustments, FIRST you'll always be our doorman, personal bouncer and do everything you're told" "OH OH OH, AND SECOND YOU'RE BRAYDON'S PERSONAL FUCK MACHINE HAHAHAHA" "DUDE YOU FUCKING IDIOT, WHAT DID YOU JUST DO" "relax man" "No you fucking idiot, we only got 2 braincells to give him" "huh?" "Jesus fucking Christ Bruce, you always fuck things up like this" "What are we gonna do with this animal now?" "hmm, I've got an idea, but I'll explain after the party"

The lads first party wasn't exactly the A lister only they wished for but, it was good enough to spread the word and Brinley had the bright idea of opening their own mini nightclub in the basement. People would come from every corner of campus just to try and get in, but they had to get past you. The enourmous fucking door man blocking the entrance to the house every single night for hours on end, sometimes not moving for up to 8 hours at a time. But surely there was atleast some part of you left in that empty head because every night when the leaders of other frats came to party you picked them up by the scruff of their shirt and threw them on the street and non of them ever tried to fight back, one even pissed his pants when you caught him sneaking in through the window.

This is you now, from skinny lil bloke looking for a frat to massive brainless hulk who does exactly what he's told and has frat leaders begging him to let them through to the best party on campus.

#male transformation #muscle transformation #muscle #male tf #reality change #tf story #gay transformation

[dickgraysonwayne]

Underneath

Ao3

Summary: Agent 37 seems familiar, but nah…he couldn’t be.

@dickgraysonweek 2024, Day 5: Dick (Helen) of Troy | Batfam Meets Agent 37 | Polyamory

Jason fucking hates Tuesdays.

Fuckin’ Tuesdays, he stews, kicking a can at his feet. Fuckin’ Batman. Fuckin’ drug dealers. Fuckin’…

“Hey,” Tim says, adjusting his baseball cap over his forehead. “Are you blaming Tuesdays again?”

“No,” Jason grunts. He doesn’t make eye contact. “Aren’t you annoyed, though? That we had to come all the way here…”

Tim shrugs, all smarmy-like. “Hey,” He says. “I get to miss school this way, so. I’m not too bothered.”

“But,” And Jason gestures around the alley they’re in. The mist hands low over his face, leaving him with a permanent vaguely damp feeling. “We’re not even in Gotham.”

“So?” Tim says. “I like travel. Anyway, it’s not even that different from Gotham…”

“We’re not even in the country anymore!” Jason hefts his backpack on his shoulder, irritation growing.

“Dude,” Tim says, summarily unimpressed. “What’s with you? So we do a little trip to the UK to investigate some drug operation Scarecrow’s running. What’s wrong with that?”

“I just…” Jason’s face screws up, pushing back at the memories in his head: the heat, the exhaustion, the pain. “I…I don’t like travel. That’s all.”

Tim sighs. “Well,” He says. “You better pull yourself together. Unless you wanna tell Babs you’d rather come back home and not do the mission she asked you to do? Or Bruce?”

“No need to go that far,” Jason mutters

“And,” Tim says. “Do you want to take shit from Damian about not being able to handle a ‘simple fact finding mission’ that even a ‘fool’ could complete?”

“That one,” Jason says, shrugging. “I don’t particularly care about.”

“Well, I do,” Tim says. He looks through the alleyway grimly before pushing forward. “So let’s go. The sooner we’re done, the sooner we come back anyway. So. We headed in the right direction?”

Japan glances back down at the phone in his hand. “Yeah,” He says. “Building should be showing up soon. It’s a bakery, top floor.”

Tim nods. “Okay then,” He says. “Plan confirmed?”

“Reconnaissance,” Jason drones out. “Get a sense of the operation and get out. Yeah. I know.”

“No tipping them off,” Tim says sternly. Jason hears a tinge of Bruce-inspired gravitas in his tone. It’s not quite as effective in a just-hit-puberty vocal range. “I mean, we can probably develop something to counteract the drug now, but still…don’t risk it.”

Jason grins. “Aye aye, Captain.”

He can practically feel Tim’s glowering frown. “Hey,” He says. “Why do you always—” He pauses. “Oh. Hear that?”

“Oh, yes,” Jason says, the feeling of being watched prickling over his back. “Think they’ll attack?”

“Well,” Tim says. “They’re still following, so.”

Jason nods. “Yeah,” He says. “Get ready..”

He barely has time to pull out a weapon before all hell breaks loose.

-

“I. Fucking. Hate. Tuesdays!”

Jason rolls, dodging a sword (a sword?) that clangs heavily against the cobblestones of the alleyway.

He looks up. A veritable gang of people seem to have rolled up on them in the last couple minutes, all outfitted in the same dark outfit and face covering.

They’d been ready for them. This is an ambush.

“Stop it with the Tuesday thing already,” Tim says, whacking a man around the head with his staff. “It’s obnoxious at this point.”

“You’re obnoxious at this point,” Jason kicks another man in the chest, then zaps someone else with an escrima stick. “You know what else is obnoxious? Not having a fucking gun.”

“I guess you—oomph—missed the point of a covert operation,” Tim says, staggering back at an attack, but recovering quickly.

Jason, about to go help him, is stopped by three attacking him at once. “This look covert to you?” He asks, zapping at someone else. “And anyway…shit!”

There’s too many people. It’s taking all his concentration to stay alive, stay uninjured, and he senses more than sees someone start to make his way around them, to the vulnerability of his back.

Jason grits his teeth, doing a final large sweep before turning back. “No you don’t—”

But he turns to see a nozzle pointed directly at his face, and stumbles back automatically. “Shit..”

He flips through days worth of research in his head substance distribution memory issues side effects no treatment yet magic involved and holds his breath, swearing internally…

A crossbow bolt suddenly embeds itself in the man’s chest, who gives a kind of choked gasp, shudders, then collapses onto the damp cobblestones, twitching a couple times before going still.

Jason doesn’t have time to react. He whirls back around, lifting a stick to protect himself from a blow to his head. Tim is standing nearby, still fighting, still upright.

He sees another man aim a knife at Tim from behind, then draws in a breath to warn him, before…

A gunshot rings through the air, and the man screams, clutching at his bloody hand and dropping to his knees.

Guns? Jason thinks frantically. He dodges a blow to the head, feeling weirdly vindicated. He draws an arm back, ready to zap another person, before—

A large figure runs in from the side, tackling the person in front of him and taking him both to the ground. They collapse into the shadows, tussling in a smaller alleyway to the side.

“What—”

Jason whirls around back to Tim, and sees someone else jump into the fray next to him. It’s a woman this time: face uncovered, clothing casual, and punches lethal.

Who the hell…

He feels something sting at his shin. His leg buckles, and he swears as he stumbles to his knees, trying to find his bearings.

The sticks drop from his hands and roll, and he dives frantically to try to grab them back. He looks up to see another nozzle aimed at his face, and…

Time slows down. Jason sees the finger on the nozzle tighten, then push, and he knows that there’s no stopping it, that he won’t have time to move backwards or to the side…

Suddenly, he’s looking at a gray t shirt covering a broad back, and it’s so unexpected that he thinks there’s something wrong with his sight at first. Instead, he hears the nozzle being deployed and then a cough, and he knows that it isn’t coming from him, so…

A woman’s voice cries out “You idiot!”

The back in front of him bends, then falls, revealing the startled eyes of the masked man that Jason had been staring at earlier, still holding the spray bottle. This snaps Jason back into movement, and he picks the sticks back up and delivers a hard thwack to the man’s head.

He hears the thrmmm sound of another crossbow bolt, then keeps fighting, mind whirling. He notices almost instantly that the crowd seems to have thinned out, but he doesn’t know if that means that they won or that they lost.

It feels like minutes, but the alleyway empties out, save for a few of the men that they had taken down. The woman with the crossbow stows it away then runs, falling to her knees in front of Jason, pulling at the downed man in front of him.

Tim follows close behind, looking tired, but cautious. Jason nods at him, then waits for Tim’s answering nod.

“So,” Jason says eyeing the duo in front of them. “You think they bulk ordered all those ninja outfits or did they have them laying around?”

Tim gives a tired laugh. “Maybe they got them from the Minion Coat Factory,” He suggests,

“Not your best work,” Jason comments, before the woman gives a loud sigh.

“You idiot,” The woman hisses again to the downed man. She pulls at the man on the ground, who slowly goes upright, head bowed. “What are you doing?”

The man looks up. Jason literally feels the color drain from his face.

“Dick?”

Tim stops in his tracks at the word, drawing a quick, choked breath.

Dick looks him in the eye (it’s him oh my god it’s him it’s him it’s him), and then, with a slight air of confusion, says:

“Who?”

-

Jason’s blood freezes in his veins. “That’s…” His kind is whirring in all sorts of different directions, not knowing where to stop, and how. “That’s…that’s you. That’s you, right? It’s you?”

Dick’s (maybe?) eyebrows furrow. “I…” He says. “No. I’m…” He looks up at the woman with him, who gives him a curious stare. “Who are these people? Do we know them?”

“No,” The woman says, giving him a furtive look. “What’s wrong with you?”

It’s at this point that something in Jason snaps.

He surges forward, grabbing Dick by the shoulders and pulling him close. He stares intently into his face. “It’s you, isn’t it? It’s you. It looks like you. What happened? How is it you?”

Dick’s startled eyes darken quickly. A hand quickly latched onto his wrists and bodily throw him off. “Get off me,” Dick says, voice dangerous. “Don’t do that again.”

“Stop being a dick,” Jason yells, trying to get closer. “What was it? Lazarus Pit? Did it make you forget or something? Did it—”

A hand yank at his shoulder, pulls him back. He startles, looks down and Tim, white-faced and tight lipped, holding onto him for dear life.

“Stop,” Tim says, and it comes out quiet. “This is…look, we don’t know what’s going on, okay? But we need to find out. Obviously.”

Here, the woman with Dick steps in. “We all need to calm down,” She says. “Look. I’ll introduce myself, okay? My colleague,” and here she points at Dick (it’s him!) “And I represent a global organization that specializes in, hm, covert operations, let’s say. I shouldn’t be telling you any of this at all, but,” And here she gives him a searching look. “I have a feeling you would have found out about us either way.”

“I don’t really give a shit,” Jason begins, but Tim squeezes his shoulder tighter.

“Let her continue,” He says quietly. His eyes are fixed on Dick, and his hand is trembling.

“There’s not much more than that, really,” The woman says. “You can refer to me as Matron, and this,” She gestures at Dick. “Introduce yourself.”

Dick nods. “I’m Agent 37,” He says. “I would say pleased to meet you, but…”

“Yes, okay, fine,” Jason says, impatient. “Let me guess. You woke up somewhere and were told that you were this agent guy at this organization and that you’ve always been there, and you rolled with that, right?”

“Hey,” The woman protests, but Dick waves her down.

“No,” Dick says. “That’s incorrect, actually. I’m pretty sure I’ve only ever been Agent 37. That’s just who I am.”

Jason’s eyebrows raise. “Oh yeah?” He says. “Can you tell me anything about your childhood?”

“I…” Dick’s voice trails off. “Why would I tell you that? I don’t know you.”

“Come on,” Jason says. “You very clearly don’t remember a childhood. So what does that tell you? Either you popped into existence as an adult or you’ve been brainwashed in some way. And, since you were fucking dead, my guess would be on a Lazarus Pit.”

“Dead?” Dick asks.

“What the hell is a Lazarus Pit?” Matron says at the same time.

“Fuck it,” Jason says. He grabs at Dick’s arm again. “Come on. Let’s take you home, and we can try to get your memory back. And then when you remember us we can talk for real instead of going in circles like this.”

Dick yanks his arm back again. “I don’t know you!”

“Oh yeah?” Jason says, voice rising. “Then why did you—”

“Let’s talk for a sec,” Tim interrupts, pulling him off to the side. “Stay there, please.”

“What are you doing?” Jason hisses as he’s dragged off. “That’s Dick. You know? Your brother? The one that’s dead? That brother? How are you not…how are you not reacting to this?”

“We don’t know that it’s him,” Tim says, and his voice cracks on the word. “We can’t…we can’t be sure until we can confirm it. And I…I don’t want to say that until…”

Oh. Jason feels kind of bad for snapping. “Hey,” He says. “I get it. But, come on. That’s Dick. It’s very clearly him. And he’s alive and he needs a kick in the ass to remember who he is. And we’re the only ones who can help him.”

Tim sniffs. “Yeah,” He says. “I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right,” Jason says. “Look. This is good news. He’s alive! We just need to get all of him back is all. And this isn’t our first go around with resurrection, right?”

Tim nods.

“Excellent,” Jason turns back to the two agents. “Now. As I was saying. If you didn’t know us, why did you jump in and save us from those guys? There’s no reason to do that for completely random strangers. Especially not for jumping in front of someone who was about to—”

He cuts himself off. “Oh. Hold on. You got hit by…oh my god. Oh we’re so stupid.”

“Oh,” The Matron says, snapping her fingers. “You’re right! The spray. Or whatever that was. That’s probably what’s going on here.”

“What spray?” Tim asks, eyes narrowed.

“I don’t feel any different,” Dick says, but Jason ignores him.

“Dick got sprayed by something during the fight,” He explains to Tim. “And…hey, remember what we came here for? Scarcrow’s whole operation?”

Tim stares at him for a second before understanding fills his gaze. It’s a second longer than it would normally take. “Oh!” He says. And then, quietly, again, “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Jason says grimly. He turns to the other two. “We came here to investigate a drug operation, with some sort of magic involved—it’s a long story. The drugs have a…memory issues side effect. And since Dick here lost his memories after getting hit, then—”

“He must’ve ingested the drug,” Matron continues. Her eyes tighten. “Amateur hour, 37. How do you let yourself get hit like that?”

“I didn’t!” Dick protest. “I…” His eyes glaze over. “I…”

Tim interrupts him. “The memory loss seems targeted,” He says thoughtfully. “His whole sense of self is gone, but he still seems to be able to function like he normally does. He has a persona left, but only his primary identity is gone. This is new, we should look into this more.”

“And get you back,” Jason says, staring Dick down.

“And get him back,” Tim agrees. He gestures towards them. “We probably have a formula that’ll be helpful here, to counteract the drug. And that thing Constantine gave us…Anyway, if you’ll all come with me, we can take you back home and—”

Dick shakes his head, speaking before Tim’s even done. “I can’t leave,” He says. “I have work to do here. I can’t leave.”

“You have to,” Jason cuts in. “You need to get your memory back, don’t you? And then, maybe…” His voice trails off. “We can find out what happened to you.”

“He’s not leaving,” Matron cuts in. “We have resources here you can use. A lab, everything. We’ll take you to HQ: we need the real 37 back, so consider yourselves hired. On a temporary basis.”

“No,” Tim says, voice firm. “All our research…we have everything set up at our base. We can take it from here.”

Dick shakes his head. “I’m not going,” He repeats and man does that stubborn expression look familiar. Jason had thought he was never going to see it again. “I don’t know you.”

Tim looks at Jason helplessly.

Jason sighs. Fucking Tuesdays. “Fine,” she says shortly, then tilts his head to Tim. “You got the folder with all the info? And all the solutions and stuff?”

Tim grits his teeth. “Yeah,” He says. “I do. But—”

“We kinda don’t have a choice, here,” Jason says. He glances at the two agents again. “Fine. Lead the way. We’ll go to your HQ.”

“Right,” Matron grabs Dick’s hand, helping to pull him to his feet. “Follow us. 37, you remember the way?”

Dick nods. “Yeah,” He says, then sets off without another word.

Jason swears under his breath, then rushes to follow, Tim right next to him.

-

It doesn’t take long before Tim breaks.

Jason had known it was coming, had seen it in the twitching of his fingers and the telltale furrow of his brow, so he just waits.

He doesn’t want long before he feels him elbow his arm. “Jason,” Tim hisses, clearly trying to remain out of earshot. “We have a problem.”

“You think?” Jason says, eyebrows raised. “What could’ve clued you into that idea? What, with the drug ninjas and resurrected amnesiac brother?”

“Shut up,” Tim mutters. “Anyway. We probably blew the mission. I’d guess the drug operation’s packing up and leaving as we speak.”

Jason sighs. “Get ready for that earful from Damian.”

“You said you didn’t care about that!”

Jason shrugs. “I lied. He’s a tiny little shrimp and his royal shrimpiness gets soooo smug when he’s right.”

“Yeah,” Tim says, but his heart is clearly not into it. “I guess so.”

Jason waits a little more.

“It’s just that,” Tim begins, voice hesitant. “Dick…he got hit by the memory spray thing right? And he got hit because he was saving us, right?”

Jason nods. “He stepped in front of me,” He says. His throat tightens. “He took the hit.”

“So,” Tim says. “He knew to do that. He knew who we were, before he got sprayed. So…he was alive this whole time. Here. And…and we thought he was dead.”

Jason sits with that for a while. A spike of anger and confusion pools up in his head.

“We thought he was dead,” Jason repeats. “And he’s alive. And…and we don’t know why…”

“But he still…” Tim swallows. “He must’ve known. What that would do. And…and he still did it. Why?”

Jason grits his teeth. He stares at the back of Dick’s head. “We’ll find out soon enough,” He says.

A sign in the distance catches his eye. He squints. “Does that say girls’ school?”

-

“Welcome,” Matron says, sweeping an arm out at the entrance. “To HQ.”

Jason eyes the building, skeptical. “Girls’ school?” He repeats.

Matron shrugs, smiling. “The children are our future, and all that,” She says.

Jason waits for Dick to chime in, make a lame joke, continue the song lyrics…

But he just stands there, face blank, waiting.

Matron gives him a look. “Wow,” She says. “You’re really not yourself, huh?”

“Yeah, like we’ve been saying,” Jason says, a little irritated by her overfamiliarty. “So can we speed this up already?”

“Jason,” Tim hisses, sounding embarrassed.

Matron shrugs. “I’ve had worse,” She says. She leads them through hallways, the sounds of laughing women echoing in the distance. “I just need to take you around—ah. Here we go.”

She stops outside a door with ROOM 84 emblazoned on a large sign stuck to it. She creaks it open then peers in furtively before ushering them in “Come on,” She says.

Dick goes in robotically, without comment. Jason follows, seeing a pretty impressive and fully equipped lab on the inside.

“Huh,” Jason says, looking around. “Nice setup you have here.”

Dick, finally, speaks up. “Are you sure about this?” He asks Matron, with only a hint of doubt in his voice.

“Yes,” Matron says. “We gotta get you back to how you were. And, you know,” She gives him a significant look. “I’m going to need you fully with me for what’s coming.”

Dick’s face clears up. “Ah. Right.”

“You don’t have much time,” She says, backing up towards the door. “Try to get it done quick. I’ll keep watch. Good luck.” She nods, then snaps the door shut.

Tim instantly leaps into work, pulling out his file and starting to decipher it. “I’ll need a while,” Is all he says, before his focus narrows and he zones in on the problem in front of him.

Jason sinks into a straight backed chair. “All we can do is wait,” He feels compelled to tell Dick. “I’m gonna nap, I think.”

Dick’s face is blank. Disturbingly so. He nods.

It disturbs Japan so much that he wants to try to wipe it off. “What do I call you?” He asks him. “Agent? 37? Full name? What?”

A bit of emotion leaks back into Dick’s face. “Agent 37 is fine,” He says. He falls silent again.

“So,” Jason says, trying to goad out the emotion again. “What do you like to do? You have any hobbies, anything like that?”

Dick stays carefully blank. “Not particularly,” He says. “I’m too busy for that.”

“Doing what?”

“Top secret,” Dick replies. “Can’t tell you.”

“Then why were we okay to be let in here?” Jason asks. “You sure didn’t put up much of a fight to take us right into the heart of your operation.”

Dick shrugs. “Matron made that call,” He says. “I followed her lead.”

“Yeah,” Jason says. “But that wasn’t very international man of mystery of you, was it? What do you think that means?”

Dick frowns a little. “Can’t say it means anything,” He says.

Well. He’s just as frustrating without his memories as he is with them. “Then why are you still talking to me?” Jason demands. “What do you gain? Is that what you’re drawn to do? Have you thought about why that is?”

“You’re very angry,” Dick says, looking a little curious now. “Why?”

“Don’t try that on me,” Jason says. “I know you. That won’t work. And anyway, I’m not angry. I just want answers.”

“And I can’t give them to you,” Dick pins him with a searching gaze. “Look. I know it sounds…illogical, but I think you may be right. Maybe I am the guy you say I am, and the gaps in my memory hold the person you’re looking for. But I’m not that guy right now. And I can’t tell you what you want to hear.”

Jason laughs disbelievingly. “You sure about that?” He asks. “You sure sound like him right now.”

“Maybe,” Dick says. “But I’m not him. I’m Agent 37. You’re going to have to wait for this other guy to come back.”

“Hey,”

They both turn. Tun stands there, a glass bottle in his hand. “It’s done. It was mostly done anyway, because of the magic involved, I just added the—never mind. It’s done. You can take it.”

Dick stands up, slowly taking the bottle from Tim’s hand. Tim doesn’t make eye contact, and steps over to Jason’s side as soon as the bottle leaves his possession.

That…that definitely seems like a problem.

“So?” Jason asks. “You ready for the other guy to come back?”

“I…” Dick says. He pushes, drawing in a deep breath.

Jason waits, heart pounding.

Dick breathes out slowly, then says “Okay.”

“What,” Jason says, disbelieving. “Just like that?”

“I guess I trust you,” Dick says. Before Jason can reply, he downs the liquid in one swallow.

-

Jason waits.

Time ticks by, and Dick just sits there, eyes screwed shut.

“What’s wrong with him?” Jason whispers to Tim, eyeing Dick critically.

Tim is so tense he’s about to snap in half. “It probably tastes gross,” He says. “Give it a second. It’ll work. I’m sure it’ll work. Give it a second.”

Jason waits a second. And then another. And then another.

When Dick opens his eyes again, alive, teary, scared, Jason knows. He knows.

He stands up.

“Dick?” Tim asks, voice a tad wobbly. “You back?”

Dick takes a shuddering breath. “Hi guys,” he croaks out. “Long time no see.”

Tim lets out a soft oh noise, then runs toward Dick is one quick motion. He slams into his torso, almost knocking him backward. He wraps Dick in a tight hug, face mashed into the gray t shirt. “You’re alive,” Tim says, voice teary. “You’re…you’re here.”

Dick wraps his arms around Tim, squeezing just as tight. “Yeah,” He says, choked. “I guess I am.”

There’s a part of Jason that wants to join them, to give in to the need to give a hug, to allow a few tears to fall, to let go of that weight on his shoulders.

There’s a bigger part, though, that’s too full of rage to do much of anything else.

Jason crosses his arms. “So,” He says, voice deceptively calm. “Can you explain how you’re alive? When we all saw you die? And why, if you were alive this whole time, you’re here instead?”

Tim freezes, then slowly lets go of Dick, backing up next to Jason.

Dick’s face falls into a devastated expression. He stays silent.

“Dick?” Tim says. His voice is quiet, confused. “Can you answer his question?”

Dick audibly swallows. “I…” He says. “Look. I’m still a little out of it because I just got all my memories back, so—”

“Excuse,” Jason says shortly. “You have your memories back? That means you have your reasons back too. So. Explain.”

Dick sighs. “Look,” He says. “I didn’t want to. I promise you, I didn’t want to. And…and I wanted you to know I was okay. But…I couldn’t. I’m sorry.”

Jason gives a disbelieving laugh. “That’s barely an explanation,” He says. “Total bullshit, to be honest. Did you even die? Or was that a lie too?”

Dick’s voice softens. “No. That was real. It’s just…I didn’t stay that way. Obviously.”

“Obviously?” Jason says, eyebrows raising. “That’s what you have to say right now? Unbelievable.”

Dick raises his hands in surrender. “I didn’t mean it that way,” He says. “I promise. I…I really am sorry, it’s just…”

“How could you?”

And there’s the Tim explosion.

“You knew. You knew how upset we’d be! You knew. And you still let it happen. We mourned you! We…we had to deal with that all by ourselves! Us, and Babs, and Alfred, and Damian—” and here Tim’s mouth clicks shut, a look of horror on his face. “Oh my god. Damian. Do you know?”

Dick actually smiles. “Yeah,” He says, a heavy sort of relief in his voice. “I…I saw him. On the news. I about passed out when I did.”

Shitty way to find out. Jason thinks. But really is there even a good way? Or just a bunch of really bad ways?

“Then you know! How could you?” Tim’s voice is hoarse by now, his volume increasing with every word. “Not to mention what it’s doing to Bruce!”

Dick’s expression flickers, just barely, at Bruce’s name. Jason knows the signs, and knows exactly what that must mean.

“Tim,” Dick says, voice heavy, but Jason doesn’t let him get that far.

“Bruce,” Jason repeats. “He knew, didn’t he.”

Dick makes eye contact with him, and Jason knows that he’s right. “He’s…he’s the one who sent me here.” He says. There’s an air of resignation in his tone, a total surrender to his situation. It’s disquieting, seeing him like this.

“Of fucking course,” Jason mutters. “Let me guess. He saw an opportunity to use your whole situation and he took it. Motherfu—”

“But you went along with it!” Tim bursts out. He’s still angry (so angry) but not as explosive now. “If you didn’t want to, you should’ve just refused! If you really thought it was wrong, you should’ve just said no!”

Dick chuckles darkly. “You’re right,” He says. “I should’ve. That one…that one’s on me. I’m sorry, I really mean it. And if you can’t forgive me, I understand.”

Something’s still off. Jason frowns at him. “You’re telling me you woke up from near death, Bruce asked you to do this, and then you said yes? Just like that?”

Dick hesitates. “Well…”

Jason swears under his breath. “What did he do?” He asks. “To make you go. What did he do?”

Dick shakes his head, disbelieving. “What makes you think he did anything?”

“Because I know you,” Jason says. “And I know him. And that story doesn’t track, for either of you. Unless you went fully dark side and decided to embrace being his perfect little soldier? You’re telling me that you would ever do that, in a million years?”

Tim’s eyes are on him, a slow understanding dawning in his eyes. “Of course,” He says, voice still a little hoarse. “There’s gotta be something more to this. What happened?”

“Look,” Dick begins, voice heavy. “I’ve worked with Bruce a long time. Ever since I was a little kid. There’s certain things with him that I understand, and if he asks this of me, then, well…”

“Bullshit,” Jason repeats. “And what’s with this little kid shit? You were sixteen when you became Robin. Don’t lie more.”

Dick frowns. “No, I was…” He trails off. “I was…was it eight, or ten? I can’t remember.”

Jason frowns. “Huh? What’re you saying?”

“What’s wrong?” Tim demands. “Are you feeling off again? Your memory?”

Dick shakes his head. “Nah,” He says. “Sorry. Anyway. You know how it is. When it’s something really important, it’s important. Like, world-ending important.”

“Was this world-ending important?” Jason asks. He sees the answer clearly on Dick’s face. “Or was this daddy issues important? Or Bruce being a piece of shit important?”

“You lost the metaphor there,” Tim mutters.

“Shut the fuck up,” Jason responds. That’s back to normal, at least. “So. If this wasn’t world-ending important. Then why? Because the Dick I know wouldn’t have let Bruce force him to do anything just because.”

Dick just shakes his head again. He laughs, but it’s hollow. “I didn’t even say anything,” He asks, almost wonderingly. “How do you know this?”

“Because I know you,” Jason says. “Idiot. How many times have I said that already? So? Stop stalling. What happened?”

“You don’t want to know,” Dick says. His face is stuck between a small smile and a grimace. “Trust me.”

“Oh, we really do,” Jason says. Tim nods his assent.

Dick just sighs. “Okay,” He says. “I’ll tell you. I promise. But for now,” He looks around. “We have to get you guys back, okay?”

“You’re coming too,” Tim says instantly.

“What, already?” Jason asks. “You trying to get rid of us?”

“No,” Dick insists. At Tim’s protest, he raises a hand. “I want to go with you, but I can’t. Listen. There’s things going on here right now…I need to see them through. A lot of lives are at stake. But the first chance I get, I’ll come. Promise. I promise. And trust me: you guys knowing I’m alive already lifts a huge weight off my shoulders. Bruce’ll have little to no issue with letting me come back if he knows that you guys know.”

“Letting you?” Jason asks, eyes narrowed. “Also. What makes you think we’ll be okay with doing that? Just up and leaving you here?”

Dick’s face softens. “I know it’s a lot to ask. But, look. We need to make sure to get you guys out of here as soon as possible. It’s…well. I want to make sure the people here don’t get you in their radar.”

“Will you be okay then?” Tim asks, concerned about this development. “Staying here? It doesn’t look like you trust them.”

“I don’t,” Dick says. “And I wouldn’t stay unless I felt like I had to. And…I’ll keep in touch, okay? You won’t be leaving me entirely like that. Bruce has a way to contact me, you can bully him into using his. Tell the rest of the family, okay? I want them to know.”

This, more than anything, convinces Jason that Dick means every word of his promise. “Fine,” he says, over Tim’s protest. “We need to clean up here first, anyway. Which would be faster if I had my gun.” He eyes Dick’s belt. “Hey, can I—”

“No,” Dick says instantly.

“Come on,” Jason whines. “How come you get one and I don’t?”

“If I had the choice,” Dick says. “I’d switch with you. But alas.”

Jason raises an eyebrow. “Hey,” He says. “Does Bruce know about that? The gun?”

Dick laughs, strangely bitter. “He had to deal with it,” He says. “If he sends me here, he has to live with those consequences.”

Jason knows Dick isn’t the biggest fan of guns either, so this is probably hitting on a sore spot. Kind of his expertise, to be honest.

“I’m still mad at you,” Tim interrupts, staring Dick down. “Really mad.”

Dick’s mood changes again. “I know,” He says softly. “I’m sorry. Really.”

Tim surges forward suddenly, hugging Dick tightly again. “Really really mad,” He mutters into Dick’s tshirt.

Dick hugs back, pats him on the head. “I know,” He says. “Missed you.”

Tim makes a small, wounded sound. “Me too.”

Dick looks up, making eye contact with Jason. “You too, kiddo.” He says.

“Kiddo?” Jason says. He swallows around the lump in his throat. “Yeah. Me too, I guess,” He clears his throat. “I’m waiting for that full explanation. The minute you get back. We’ll decide what to do with Bruce from there.”

“You don’t have to—” Dick says, and Tim lets go of him again. “Look…”

Tim walks to the back of the room, quickly starting to gather up everything they brought with them.

“Shut up,” Jason says. “We’ll handle it then. We’ll head back now, contact you later. Deal?”

Tim pops back up, shoving things into Jason’s backpack. “Done,” He says.

“Deal,” Dick answers him. He gestures at them both. “I’ll lead you back, okay? Follow me.”

He walks them to the door, then pushes ahead, directing them to follow. “Matron,” He says quietly. “We’re good to go.”

She pops back around the corner. “You back now?” She says, giving him a searching look.

He grins. “Like a bad penny,” He says.

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah. It’s you all right,” She gestures at the rest of them. “Right. Let’s go.”

They walk down the hallways, quietly striding through the creaking building, before Tim whispers. “We’ll need to regroup on this mission. How bad do you think we’ll get it from Damian for failing it?”

“We’re bringing Dick back,” Jason says, eyeing him. “I’m sure he’ll forget all about that.”

“I doubt it,” Tim mutters, but he grins just the same.

They head out the door, following Dick through the hallways. He walks different here, not like a Dick, not really. Like Agent 37.

Jason shakes the unease out of his head.

“Hey,” Tim says. “You still hate Tuesdays now?”

Jason snorts. “You kidding?” He says. “They’re still the worst. Although…” He glances up to see Dick ahead of them. “Gotta say. It’s about…20% less bad than it was.”

“Only 20%, huh?” Tim asks, amused.

“Yeah,” He says, then “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“You didn’t have to,” He keeps his eyes forward. “I know you.”

“You do,” Tim says. He smiles again. “You really, really do.”

#dickgraysonweek #agent 37 #dick Grayson #spyral #Jason Todd #red hood #Tim drake #Red Robin #speaks

[midastouch013]

New Recruit

Natasha Romanoff x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: You're a new recruit to the avengers

Warnings: None

REQUESTS ARE OPEN, I need inspo

P.S the request wasn't wonky, and I did kwum 😁

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Nick Fury's commanding presence filled the room as he addressed the assembled Avengers.

"Avengers, gather around. We have a new member joining us today," he announced, his gaze sweeping across the team. "They come highly recommended, and I believe their unique abilities will be a valuable asset to our cause."

The Avengers exchanged curious glances as Fury motioned for you to step forward.

"Allow me to introduce our newest recruit," Fury continued, gesturing towards you. "They're a bit of a wildcard, but I have a feeling they'll fit right in."

You stepped forward, greeted by a mix of intrigued expressions and welcoming smiles from the team.

"Hey there, everyone," you greeted with a casual nod, a hint of amusement in your voice. "Hope I'm not crashing the party too hard."

Thor's booming voice echoed through the room as he greeted you with genuine enthusiasm. "Greetings, friend! What manner of skills do you possess?"

You grinned at his warmth, feeling an immediate sense of camaraderie. "Just a little something to bring some heat to the proceedings. You'll see soon enough."

Steve Rogers, the epitome of old-fashioned charm, stepped forward with a warm smile. "I'm Steve Rogers, but you can call me Cap. Welcome to the team."

You shook his hand firmly, returning his smile. "Nice to meet you, Cap. I'm Y/n . Ready to lend a hand wherever I can."

Bruce Banner observed you with a curious expression. "Welcome aboard. Do you have any specific skills or expertise?"

You shrugged, a playful glint in your eye. "I've been known to light up the room when needed. But I'll let my actions speak for themselves."

Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye, chimed in with a smirk. "Well, whoever you are, you've got quite the sense of humor. I like it."

You chuckled, feeling a sense of camaraderie already. "Thanks, Clint. Figured I'd try to keep things interesting."

As introductions continued, Wanda Maximoff offered you a friendly smile. "I'm Wanda Maximoff. It's nice to meet you, Y/n."

"Likewise, Wanda," you replied warmly. "Looking forward to getting to know everyone."

Natasha Romanoff observed you with a keen eye, her expression unreadable. When Fury finished speaking, she stepped forward with a smirk.

"Welcome to the team," Natasha said smoothly. "I'm Natasha Romanoff. Let's see what you're made of."

You met her gaze, feeling a sense of respect for the legendary Black Widow. "Thanks, Natasha. I'm ready to prove myself."

With introductions complete, the Avengers turned their attention back to Fury, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them. And as you settled into your new role among Earth's mightiest heroes, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement for the adventures that lay ahead.

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As the flames flickered and danced, casting shadows against the trees surrounding Tony's cabin, the Avengers basked in the warmth of the fire and the camaraderie of their shared company.

Tony Stark, reclining in a comfortable chair, raised his glass in a mock toast. "To new beginnings and old friends! Or something like that."

Clint Barton, sitting nearby with a smirk, chimed in, "Yeah, Tony's just happy because he's not the new kid on the block anymore."

Tony shot him a playful glare. "Watch it, Hawkeye, or I might just put you on dish duty for the rest of the night."

Bruce Banner chuckled, sipping from his own glass. "Let's try to keep the peace, gentlemen. We've got enough chaos to deal with on missions."

Wanda Maximoff, sitting cross-legged on the ground, smiled at the banter. "It's nice to have moments like these, away from all the fighting and danger."

Thor, ever the optimist, nodded in agreement. "Indeed! 'Tis a welcome reprieve from the battles that await us. But fear not, for Asgardian warriors are always ready!"

Steve Rogers, leaning against a nearby tree, couldn't help but smile at the scene before him. "It's moments like these that remind me why we do what we do. We're a team, through thick and thin."

Natasha Romanoff, sitting quietly beside you, observed the group with a soft smile. "You know, Y/n, I never imagined I'd find myself in moments like these. It's… nice."

You turned to her, catching the sincerity in her eyes. "Yeah, it really is," you agreed, feeling a warmth spread through you at her words.

As the conversation continued, the fire began to wane, the flames dimming as the night pressed on. Without hesitation, you stepped forward, feeling the warmth of your powers stir within you.

With a flick of your wrist, you summoned a burst of flame, reigniting the fire with ease. The Avengers watched in awe, their expressions a mixture of surprise and admiration.

"Wow,that's incredible!" Steve exclaimed, his eyes wide with wonder.

Natasha observed you with keen interest, a spark of admiration flickering in her eyes. "Impressive," she remarked, her voice low and husky. "You certainly know how to make an entrance."

You met her gaze, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you at her words. "Thanks, Natasha. Just doing my part to keep the party going."

As the fire blazed brightly once more, the Avengers continued to bond, their laughter and camaraderie echoing through the woods. And as you sat beside Natasha, a silent understanding passing between you, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the connections you'd forged with Earth's mightiest heroes.

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As you and Natasha navigated through the crowded party, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. A man in a sharp suit lingered nearby, his gaze fixed on you with suspicion. Sensing the tension, you subtly nudged Natasha and gave her a knowing glance.

"Trouble at three o'clock," you murmured, keeping your voice low as you observed the man's lingering stare.

Natasha's lips quirked into a knowing smirk as she assessed the situation. "I see him. Let's give him something else to watch."

With a quick nod, you took Natasha's hand, pulling her into an elegant twirl on the dance floor. As the music swelled around you, you moved in perfect harmony, your steps fluid and graceful as you danced with practiced ease. The man's gaze faltered, his suspicion momentarily forgotten as he watched the two of you with mild interest.

"Smooth moves," Natasha whispered, her eyes twinkling with amusement as you continued to dance.

You grinned back at her, feeling a rush of exhilaration as you lost yourself in the rhythm of the music. "Just trying to keep up appearances."

As the song came to an end, you and Natasha gracefully parted ways, seamlessly blending back into the crowd as if nothing had happened. The man's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he turned away, satisfied that you were just another couple enjoying the festivities.

With the distraction successfully averted, you and Natasha made your way towards the west wing, where the USB drive was rumored to be located. The hallway was dimly lit, the air heavy with tension as you approached the door to the room where the drive was being kept.

"Ready for this?" Natasha asked, her voice low and steady as she prepared to breach the room.

You nodded, your heart pounding with anticipation. "Let's do this."

With practiced precision, Natasha picked the lock, and you slipped into the room, your senses on high alert as you searched for the USB drive. It didn't take long to locate it, tucked away in a secure safe on the far side of the room.

But as you reached for the drive, the room suddenly erupted into chaos as alarms blared and lights flashed. HYDRA soldiers poured into the room, their weapons raised and ready for action.

"We've been compromised!" Natasha exclaimed, her eyes narrowing in determination as she prepared to defend yourselves.

With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you sprang into action, using your fire powers to fend off the attackers while Natasha engaged them in hand-to-hand combat. The room became a blur of motion and chaos as you fought side by side, your movements perfectly synchronized as you battled against overwhelming odds.

At one point, a soldier attempted to flank Natasha, his weapon aimed directly at her back. Without hesitation, you intercepted the attack, summoning a burst of flame that engulfed the soldier's weapon and sent him staggering back in surprise. Natasha's eyes widened in gratitude as she delivered a swift punch, knocking the soldier unconscious.

"Nice save," Natasha remarked, a hint of admiration in her voice as she turned to face you.

You grinned back at her, feeling a surge of pride at your successful maneuver. "Just returning the favor."

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The Avengers had been through a tumultuous few months, facing challenges that tested their strength and resolve. In the rare moments of respite between missions, Wanda suggested a girls' night in, complete with a cozy movie marathon to help them unwind and recharge.

As they settled in, Natasha glanced over at you, a playful glint in her eye. "You're welcome to join us, Y/N. Consider it an honorary invitation."

You chuckled at the unexpected offer. "Well, I certainly can't say no to that. Thanks, Nat."

Natasha glanced over the selection of movies, her expression thoughtful. "How about we start with something classic? A good comedy should do the trick."

Wanda nodded in agreement, a smile playing at her lips. "Sounds perfect. Let's keep it light tonight."

Just as they were about to hit play, Sam Wilson sauntered into the room, a hopeful expression on his face. "Hey, what's going on here? Movie night?"

Natasha and Wanda exchanged a glance, suppressing a smile at Sam's enthusiasm. "Actually, Sam, it's girls' night tonight," Natasha explained, her tone apologetic but firm.

Sam's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Girls' night? Aw, come on, why didn't I get the memo? I can hang with the best of them!"

Wanda chuckled softly, shaking her head at Sam's protest. "Sorry, Sam, but tonight is strictly a girls-only affair. Maybe next time."

Sam feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "Wow, way to exclude a guy. I see how it is."

You, sitting nearby, interjected with a grin, "And besides, I'm not a girl either."

Sam turned to you, his expression one of mock disbelief. "Wait, you too? What kind of girls' night is this?"

" One with Y/n the only exception" Natasha deadpanned

You shrugged, your tone light as you replied, "I guess exceptions can be made. Don't worry, Sam, you're still one of the girls in our hearts."

Natasha rolled her eyes playfully. "Alright, enough chitchat. Let's get this movie started before Sam convinces us to let him join."

With a mock sigh of resignation, Sam retreated from the room, his protests fading into the distance. Meanwhile, Natasha and Wanda settled back into the couch, ready to enjoy their movie night uninterrupted.

As the night wore on and the movies played on, you found yourself getting increasingly comfortable, nestled between Natasha and Wanda on the couch. The laughter and banter of the films filled the room, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.

At one point, as you reached for a handful of popcorn from the bowl between you and Natasha, your fingers brushed against hers. It was a fleeting touch, but somehow, your fingers intertwined naturally, as if drawn together by an invisible force.

You glanced over at Natasha, surprised but not entirely unwelcome by the gesture. She met your gaze with a soft smile, her eyes reflecting the warmth and affection you felt in that moment.

As the movie continued to play, Natasha shifted slightly, leaning her head against your shoulder in a gesture of casual intimacy. You felt a rush of warmth spread through you at the contact, a sense of comfort and connection unlike anything you'd experienced before.

Without a word spoken between you, you allowed Natasha to rest against you, feeling a sense of contentment settle over the both of you. The room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world, wrapped up in the warmth of each other's presence.

Wanda, sensing the unspoken bond between you and Natasha, smiled knowingly from across the couch. She said nothing, content to let the moment unfold naturally.

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Several months had passed since that cozy movie night, and in that time, a deep bond had formed between you and Natasha, evolving into something more than friendship. And after you , very nervously, asked her out and you went on your first date, you became official.

Now, as the snow fell softly outside, you found yourselves holed up in a cold safehouse, the result of a mission gone awry.

The bitter chill seeped into the room, wrapping around you like a suffocating blanket. Despite the layers of clothing and blankets you both piled on, the cold seemed to penetrate to your bones.

Natasha sat beside you, her posture rigid and her breath visible in the frigid air. Her stoic expression betrayed no hint of discomfort, a testament to her Russian upbringing and her ability to endure harsh conditions without complaint.

But you could see the telltale signs of her discomfort – the slight shiver in her shoulders, the way she pressed her lips together in a thin line. You knew that she was just as affected by the cold as you were, despite her efforts to hide it.

"We need to find a way to warm up," you remarked, your voice tinged with concern. "This cold is unbearable."

Natasha glanced at you, her gaze steady. "I'm fine, Y/n," she replied, her tone clipped. "I'm Russian, I don't get cold

You frowned, knowing that she was downplaying the severity of the situation. "Nat, we can't just tough this out. We need to do something before we freeze to death."

With a sigh, Natasha relented, her mask of indifference slipping slightly. "Fine, you're right. But what can we do? We're stuck here until backup arrives."

As the fire crackled merrily in the hearth, you racked your brain for a solution. And then it hit you – your powers. With a determined glint in your eye, you summoned your flames, allowing them to dance to life in the palm of your hand.

The warmth spread through the room, banishing the chill and filling the air with a comforting heat. Natasha watched in awe as you worked your magic, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"You never cease to amaze me" she murmured, her voice laced with admiration.

You shrugged modestly, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you at her praise. "Just doing what I can to keep us both safe and warm."

As the warmth from your flames enveloped the room, Natasha leaned closer to you, seeking refuge from the biting cold. The soft crackle of the fire provided a soothing backdrop to the otherwise tense atmosphere.

You could feel the tension slowly ebbing away as the heat seeped into your bones, and you found yourself inching closer to Natasha, drawn to her warmth and the comfort of her presence.

With a soft sigh, Natasha leaned into you, her shoulder pressing against yours as she sought solace in your embrace. Despite her usual stoicism, you could sense the vulnerability beneath her facade, a reminder that even the strongest among them had moments of weakness.

As you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close, you felt a rush of affection wash over you. In that moment, surrounded by the flickering flames and the gentle fall of snow outside, you knew that you couldn't keep your feelings hidden any longer.

"I... I love you, Natasha," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, she seemed almost speechless, caught off guard by your admission.

But then, a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and she reached out to gently cup your cheek in her hand. "I love you too, Y/n," she replied, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity.

And with a sigh of relief you captured her lips in a soft kiss, planning to give her many more in the foreseeable future.

[didoldacc]

oh boy (wonder) ● huening kai | chapter one

this work contains violence and smut, MDNI!

warnings: sound of gunshots, curse words (i don't know if this one even should be in warnings) let me know if something is missing!

+this is not a dark fic, warnings are only there because it is unavoidable in a superhero setting. but this chapter is one of the lighter chapters.

smut warnings: none

word count: around 1.4k

"they say the new vigilante wondering around devil's tongue is gotham city's boy wonder." you said while chewing your pen. you were definitely stressed. all of this had a very high chance to boost your path to climbing up career stairs yet the worries you had about your city made it impossible to focus on promotion ensured with the story of blue bird that you have been working on.

"nightwing?" your co-worker fulton asked.

"yes, him. i really hope he doesn't bring gotham's curse on us. you know our crime rates are record high, we are almost as fucked up as gotham but what blüdhaven needs is not a vigilante running around. i don't think it helps gotham city, either. he should go back where he came from." you felt an urge to argue even though no one was saying anything. even confused looks towards you was covering fulton's face.

"well, tell me where do you see a problem in this? you are in need of a good story for your next sweet paycheck. and it comes by itself to you. you can still add commentary in your stories, it can gain a lot more attention but other than that, you shouldn't put your thinking cap on." he argued back, sounding like he didn't get your point at all.

you decided to avoid having a prawle with him. "whatever... i asked for pictures of him to be taken, do you have them?" you asked. "yes, i have them. you know even though you never bothered to learn my name, you have no idea how far i would go to capture pictures for your stories." he said jokingly but you knew there is no smoke without fire.

you frowned "hey, give me some credit. i of course know your name, fulton." trying to object what he said.

"that's my surname, i am talking about my first name." his protest immediately daffed by you. "is that really important? that's all the information i need for a respected co-worker." hoping he would get the hint.

"let's get working. and also we need to get read for this night. i suggest we follow him."

"welcome to our precinct, rookie. you are for sure going to feel unwelcomed here but don't get scared! they will start to treat you like a human being in no time." a random officer said. kai wanted to roll his eyes. his low-key attitude was definitely not suitable to a cop his age and experience.

"no worries, i survived gotham. i am pretty sure that some socially awkward stiations isn't going to be my cause of death instead of a psychotic clown terrorizing the whole gotham." he headed to his desk after giving him a sarcastic and dismissive response.

"look at the newbie over there! he looks so dreamy!" said a senior officer who didn't look much older than kai. "is he kai kamal huening, the adopted son of bruce wayne? i heard he lost his parents when he was a kid and adopted by the billionaire playboy." they started gossiping as if kai wasn't there. "poor guy, but lucky."

kai couldn't help but smirk to those women talking about him. even though they were obstrusive, he was used to it. gossips were unavoidable if you were a wayne. it was okay as long as they didn't know the batman and robin. yet he didn't worry about it due to very limited observation skills people had.

kai started to place his belongings to his desk. this was a new beggining to him, a chance to become a different man than his surly adopted father, an identity that had nothing in common with bruce's darkness. lost in the thoughts, kai stopped thinking once he saw his captain walking towards him. he hoped that she was just coming there to welcome him. kai immeadiately stood up. but once she started talking all of his hopes was in vain. just being there to welcome him was further away from the truth with the worlds slipping out her mouth. "isn't that a great coincidence the successor of the wayne fortune started his career as a dedective with a high ranking. i will keep my eye on you. anyways i am actually here to remind you that you can take the documents for your first case from my secretary." she left without giving him a chance to reply.

he went up to secretary's desk to take the file. the secretary seemed a nice sweet girl unlike everyone else around. "oh, you are here to take the 'blue bird' files, right?" kai felt his heart racing with his luck but he managed to stay nonchalant. "yes, i guess so? isn't his name nightwing? why the file is called blue bird?" the secretary's lips slightly opened for a minute then she pressed them together before answering. "i wouldn't know, sorry." kai smiled. "no, i am sorry. i was just talking to myself. it was rude." kai explained himself. he had a feeling that she was the one he wouldn't hate to be around. "guess i better get started." he said before leading to his desk. the sweet secretary waved good bye to him, both of them forgetting to exchange names.

kai wanted to give himself a break and not to go to patrol this night but later decided to do so because he was in desperate boredom due to lack of human connection he had. before he left he wanted to call barbara. his hands were about to dial the contact name 'babs<3' yet he stopped himself. if he called her, bruce would know and the last thing he needed was bruce knowing kai was alone like himself. kai was never a grumpy and serious person like bruce. he had a phase where he was constantly mad due to his parents' passing but thanks to alferd and his more open-minded and fun-loving nature. yet kai was still afraid that he someday would turn into a bruce or the batman. so no he wasn't going to call barbara and she sure could outlive few weeks without talking to him.

"god i am really hoping that the new vigilante is on a patrol this night. otherwise we are fucking up our sleeping schedules for no reason." fulton complained.

"stop whining like a baby. if i am going to be the next lois lane i need this story." you sounded stern while saying it.

"or you could be the next vick vale." his sarcasm in his voice made you sick for some reason but you didn't chew on. "or her yeah." you mumbled.

you stared at the roofs where the so called nightwing hanged out the most. what was his deal? was he really robin? if he is, why did he leave batman? you needed all those answers for your story.

suddenly you heard a gunshot. the adrenaline taking over your body, the only thing you were managed to think was whether or not if this story was worth risking your life yet you still ran toward the gun sound, coming down from the ladders as fast as you could. you were certain that it was your lucky day when you heard more gunshots coming from there. "this will definitely get nightwing's attention."

a/n: i know reader and kai may seem a bit annoying but they will have character developments and kai's character may seem just dick grayson named kai but don't worry it will be a mix of kai's and dick's personalities. i added this note cuz it bothered me while reading but then i remembered my plans for this fic.

#txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #hueningkai hard hours #hueningkai x reader #hueningkai smut #hueningkai #txt #tomorrow by together #txt imagines #txt scenarios #huening kai #huening kai x reader #hueningkai hard thoughts #txt huening kai #nightwing kai #tomorrow x together

[megamindsupremacy]

Hello! Do you ever think about how Captain Marvel would probably be someone who helps out in the soup kitchens or raises awareness for actually good charities and homeless shelters (because Billy Batson has experience with which is bad and which is good for obvious reasons) and so because he's such an influential/charming hero it works and the charities, shelters and many other things just get an immediate and overwhelmingly amazing response afterwards with many donations and such and then it's sometimes on the news and Batman sees the news or reads an article as Bruce Wayne and just smiles a bit and thinks back to how his kids were struggling and thinks "another charity to my list of donation worthy ones" and then asks Alfred to prepare a cheque of about a ridiculous amount of money (because he's a billionaire and he wouldn't care if his bank account had a dent in it) and just showers the charities, and then Superman is like "hey! My pal Marvel is vouching for these places and works there sometimes, maybe I can get more people to donate by having an interview with him!" And so basically every Leaguer helps out in their own way and Captain Marvel becomes like the unofficial guy who let's everyone know about the charity/donation thingy and if it's good or not and he becomes a big fan favourite among the lower class and his merch becomes more widespread but because he personally asked the corporations making these (and also with the help of Bruce's lawyers) to make the merch cheaper and more accessible for everyone because he hates when things that bring joy are so overly expensive and unaccessible for people in the lower class and that just makes him an even bigger fan favourite, and whenever he passed by stores in his Billy form and sees people able to buy his merch for cheap with such happy smiles on their faces, he can't help but feel giddy and self indulgent at times and buy a pin or two, maybe a hoodie, the hoodie is just for the extra hilarity because one time he passed by Clark when he was looking for Cap and Billy was in the hoodie and he nearly lost his mind

Ohh my god this is such a lovely idea. Billy being the unofficial sponsor of all these charities and nonprofits and volunteer organizations. Because Billy knows what it's like to have nothing (because he still materially has basically nothing and emotionally he's so distant from his friends coworkers comrades fellow league members and he wants other people to feel better and good and loved) so he just. Pours himself into doing good, not just by punching bad guys and sealing rifts in dimensions but by volunteering at soup kitchens and talking people down from rooftops and rescuing cats from trees.

And think of his mantra: "Do good, and good will follow", and then seeing how his own acts of kindness, unthinking and conscious, are influencing the hero community and branching outward from there, that this Gotham City billionaire cited Capitan Marvel as his inspiration for his most recent donation to a Fawcett City organization, and Superman is following in his footsteps. I bet Billy saves up his money to buy his own merch for himself and also to pass out to people to help them feel better after a loss or a scary moment.

Also, both Billy and Clark are wearing Captain Marvel hoodies and Billy is fully like "is superman impersonating me??" before realizing, no, that's Superman's secret identity, walking around, looking for Billy, in a Captain Marvel hoodie. Absolutely he loses his mind.

#i should make an ask tag #billy batson #Capitan marvel #sorry for taking forever to respond thanksgiving break has been a whirlwind #i saw a long ask and i was like well! i will respond to that when i have the brain capacity. [five days later] I FORGOT ABOUT THE ASK- #god you have such good billy opinions and now i am having billy thoughts #hes a good kid! hes pure of heart! he's a little dude! #hes so nice to everyone even though it costs so much even though its not even a conscious choice #hngmgh. man. little guy

[siremasterlawrence]

Bloody Valentine Part 3

Iron Man is a pain in my ass constantly in a flux going after me only narrow missing me all but today because he found my base in a loud shattering landing on to the cave we settled in.I greet him standing a few feet away from him in defiance of his strength as a hero but I ignore him happily and he stomps his feet causing all of the ground to split in to two like crazy.I snap slip under one heading to my lap as I pound on the wall as the elevator races up to the top floor and I slip escaping to my laboratory because it is the day I bring him down.He shaft hits the ground floor as I walk over to my computer counter typing in a code acountdown begins as the walls beginning yo disappear revealing all of my worriers who ache to fight.They are super protective stepping in front of me in excitement they stood arms cross ready to obey but the best part is Batman and Nightwing weapons in hand as Iron Man lands.Iron man erupts in to the room still floating in mid air arms spread straight forward as missiles launch from his hands, arms, side of legs and shoulders exploding everywhere on him.Captain America rushes in to the field doing a dive in the air freaking flipping in to the air like super cannon he uses shield to block the bombs and then crushes Iron Man in to the wall.He lands with a super hero landing as Bucky walks standing in front of The Bat and lift up his arms in the aid setting it up he unleashes a trigger and sound wave of hitting iron man head on.Iron man thrust in to the wall sliding down to the caves ground as he rolls back and laying on the ground and cap sheds all as he hits him head on and pounding him in to the ground.Batman loses it commanding Nightwing to go to the side blocking me from any harms but enter we go and he shook his head to them but Captain America and The Winter Soldier join him.Batman leaps in to action pinning his foot in to the wall propelling himself ever forward to the next placing small circular devices on all four walls and presses the start button as the cave is wired exploding.The ceiling, all four walls come down onto him covering him a load of rocks protecting him and he is absolutely destroyed getting up as he struggles to make sense of what just happened.Flying erratically he barrels into him as they go shooting in to the sky he holds Batman head on sky rocketing in to the atmosphere and Bruce struggles with him hitting his face in pound.Nightwing’s breaks free typing some code in to his computer sleeves as two missiles lifting through the ground bust upward at him and hit him causing impact as he fell from the sky.Both men coming tumbling down smashing everything in its quake as Batman recovers and Nightwing along with Captain America and Bucky drag Tony towards me as the mask feel off placing my hand on his head.

“Tony! Can you hear me my love?”

“I am not your love”

“I am yours “

“Fuck you !”

“Be careful how you speak to me”

“Why the hell should I”

“Did you point the at me”

“It’s a night life”

“Command prompt one”

“Type in passcode”

“Enslave no. 3”

“I am your Lord and Master”

“Please command me”

“I am at your will “

“Then you will bring me your spider protege”

“Hey kid! I need your help”

“Mr. Stark?”

“Hurry up!”

“Yes Sir”

“How did you get in?”

“Suit up”

“Say cheese “

“What are you …”

“Zzzz”

“Listen to me Peter”

“Yyyyyyyeeeeeessssss”

“Mwahahaha! You will swing with me back to Master’s home.”

“Ugh! Did I fall a sleep? Where are we going Mr Stark?”

“To your new home obviously kid”

“Stark Tower with Bloody Valentine “

Peter blacks losing his ability he slips as his former pal Tony catches him playing a small device on him and dragging him back to yeh base with a evil glint in his eyes he knows it’s his demise.

He lands on to the port of the base dropping the kid as he calls him with smile and he is picking him up and took him to me leaving him on a his knees as he fell to his knees in obedience.

“Bloody Valentine my love.”

“Parker is yours”

“Kiss him”

“He is stirring awake”

“Bloody Valentine”

“Both of you kneel”

“Am I your Master?”

“Yes Bloody Valentine “

“Am I your king?”

“Yes Sire”

“How may we serve you ?”

“You are a team now”

“We are Iron & Spider”

The end

#bloody valentine #iron man #tony stark #rdj #peter parker #spider man #tom holland #evil superhero #hypnosis #mind control #reprogramming #hypno slave #mind control slaves

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Busy

MAIN MASTERLIST / MARVEL MASTERLIST

Tony Stark x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1,185ish

Summary/Request: maybe something where reader's been super busy lately and hasn't spent much time with Tony. He feels her distant, misses her, starts wondering if he did something to cause this or even if she's cheating on him (maybe with cap or Bruce cuz they've been together a lot), it leads to an argument. She explains she's just been very busy, Tony thinks they need time just for them and hence they create weekly "date night".

Notes: I hope this isn’t too terrible.

“Hey, honey,” Tony greeted as he came into the living room where he saw you and Steve sitting at the island. “Rogers.”

You turned to him and smiled. “Hey, Tones!”

He came up and kissed your lips briefly. “You busy?”

“Well, Cap and I were just about to go to a diner.”

“Oh, I was just hoping that we could do something.” His hands found your arms, running up and down them. “I feel like it hasn’t just been us two in too long.”

“If you two need some time—“

“No,” you turned to Steve as you cut him off and looked at him sternly, “we are going to that diner.” You turned back to your boyfriend. “It is okay if we do something after?”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine,” Tony responded. “I’ll just be in the lab when you come back.”

“Okay.” You leaned in and gave him a kiss. “I’ll see you after.”

“Right.” 

Tony turned and left the room, stewing in his own thoughts. Lately, you had been growing distant. You had been doing more things with other members of the Team instead of him, your boyfriend. It was training with Natasha or helping Bruce calm down. Then there’s calming Bucky down from nightmares or helping Steve write mission reports.

Tony usually wasn’t the one to feel the distance like this. It was usually him creating the distance. But you creating the distance, hurt worse than anything. You were supposed to help him, train with him, calm him down, not the Team members. You were in a relationship with him, not the rest of the Team.

Having lost track of time while working, Tony finally looked up at the clock to see that it was past midnight. He hated how much this was affecting him. Perhaps, though, it was all his fault. Had he done something to make you become this distant? As he continued to work, Tony thought of anything lately he could have done to make you act this way. He quickly came up short.

“FRIDAY?” He called for his AI. “Where is Y/N?”

“Y/N is currently in your shared room,” FRIDAY responded.

Tony stopped what he was doing and straightened up. “When did Y/N get home with Rogers?”

“Y/N and the Captain returned to their separate quarters an hour ago.”

“Thank you, FRIDAY.” 

“Would you like me to close up shop so that you may join Y/N in bed?”

“No. I think I’ll stay here tonight.”

~~~

“Good morning,” you told Tony as you walked into the lab with breakfast on a tray. Tony didn’t respond as you set the breakfast on the table near the couch. You then went over to his and rested your chin on his shoulder as you slowly wrapped your arms around his waist. “You didn’t come to bed last night.”

“You didn’t come and visit me last night,” Tony grumbled, still focused on the absentminded work he was doing.

“Shit,” you muttered, remembering that you had told him you would. “I’m so sorry, honey. Steve and I were out late and I was so tired when we got home—“

“Yeah, yeah,” Tony pushed himself from his seat and pulled out of your arms, heading across the lab. “I’m sure you both were.”

“Tony,” you followed after him, “I really am sorry.”

“I‘m sure you are,” he mumbled.

You stopped, looking at him with concern and a little hurt. “Just come sit down and we can have breakfast together. And then maybe we could go upstairs and—“

“Are you sure you aren’t too busy? You don’t have someone else on the Team you absolutely need to do something with? Maybe like Rogers?”

“What are you talking about?”

Tony spun around. “I’m talking about the fact that you have been busy as of late. Especially with Rogers lately.”

“I don’t like what you might be implying.” You folded your arms across your chest.

“Just be honest with me and tell me that you’re sleeping with Rogers.”

“What?! That is ridiculous!”

“Well, you’re not sleeping with me! You are constantly too busy for any time with me!”

“Tony, you are—“

“What did I do to make you turn to him for comfort, huh?”

Tears pricked your eyes. “I can’t believe you.” You turned around and marched toward the door of the lab.

Tony sighed, realizing that he was overreacting. “Wait, Y/N!”

You didn’t respond, simply slamming the door behind you as you exited the lab.

~~~

Tony nervously rocked on his heels as he stood outside of your shared room. You had run there after leaving his lab and hadn’t left. It took Tony far too long than he’d care to admit to come up after you. He sighed before softly knocking on the door.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” he spoke through the door. “May I come in?”

You were laying on the bed, curled up and holding a pillow to your chest. Some of your tears had created a wet spot on the blanket.

“Please,” Tony begged.

Tony knew that the door wasn’t locked, FRIDAY had already informed him of that. He simply wanted to give you some space. He sighed when you didn’t answer. Taking a deep breath, Tony entered the room. His heart broke when seeing you curled up on the bed like that. Slowly, he closed the door behind him and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed behind you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have freaked out like that and accused you of cheating.”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have…” you mumbled.

“I know I crossed a line.”

“Yes, you did.”

“Can you just tell me if I’ve done something wrong?”

You sat up so that you could face him, still keeping the pillow close to you. “What do you mean?”

“Why have you been so distant lately?”

“I haven’t meant to be. I’m just busy with training and helping around the compound. I guess that I get easily distracted by helping people. I am sorry about not going to the lab last night.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Steve needed me because it was the anniversary of his mother’s passing and Bucky is on a mission. He was really sad and I couldn’t let him be alone. We went to the diner that sits where the diner was that Steve and his mom frequented. I didn’t want him to be alone and he didn’t want to tell anyone else because he didn’t want it to be a big deal. But I should have told you.”

“No, you didn’t need to tell me. I should have had a cooler head earlier.”

You moved closer to him. “Can we just agree that we both made mistakes?”

Tony nodded. “Yes.” He timidly pulled you into him. “I’ve really missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” You leaned in for a soft kiss on his lips. 

“Can I make a request for a weekly date night?”

“Of course,” you smiled. “What night?”

“Friday.”

“Friday it is then. And no matter what, we will keep it.”

“Deal.”

#Tony Stark fanfiction #tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #Tony Stark x GN!Reader #tony stark x gender neutral reader #tony stark x gn reader #tony stark x gender neutral!reader #iron man fanfiction #iron man imagine #iron man x reader #marvel x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #avengers fanfiction #avengers imagines #avengers imagine #avengers x reader #the avengers x reader

[keerysfreckles]

little hawk - pietro maximoff

synopsis: you're hawkeye's younger sister, who happens to be apart of the avengers. you were with the team in europe dealing with the loki situation, when ultron decides to show up. wanda and pietro maximoff are also there, but something happens when pietro tries saving a certain someone from an exploding building.

warnings: cursing, use of y/n, feminine terms and she/her are used

a/n: i dont remember most dialogue from age of ultron or how certain scenes go so if it doesnt fo exactly like the movie pls dont hate me

-

"how's it looking cap?" clint's voice can be heard through everyone's connected ear piece.

steve sighed, knowing the fight was far from being over.

clint and his younger sister, y/n, were currently shooting arrows and throwing small explosive ninja stars at different robots coming towards them. the other avengers, and the twins, were in the same predicament as the sister and brother duo.

tony was with the "base" of the problem, ultron. flying around him, shooting light blasts out of his palms, trying his best to destroy the robot that's in front of him.

steve and thor, and bruce and natasha were together, fighting off the same snaller robots that clint and y/n were fighting off.

y/n hears screams of citizens coming from a building to her left. being the curious and helpful person she is, she decided to leave her brother for a moment to go help whoever's in need.

turning the corner of a building, y/n could see a small army of robots firing rapidly at another building down the street.

fighting off most of the deadly robots, steve and thor thought it'd be best if they got everyone into safety boats and rafts.

wanda and clint were now together, roaming through buildings to see if anyone was inside. finally noticing, clint spoke into his ear piece, "hey uh, has anyone seen y/n?"

"what do you mean has anyone seen her?" natasha asks, helping people into a safety boat.

"i dont know, she was here a minute ago now she's gone," clint responds.

as the avengers wonder where y/n is, she's currently fighting off the same deadly robots as before, and running inside the partially on fire building that people's screams could be heard from.

y/n runs up each level of stairs, yelling down each hallway to check if anyone's inside.

being able to find a few stragglers, she helos them get down the flights of stairs, then goes back up one more time.

however, y/n wasn't aware of the oncoming robots firing at the building again.

clint, natasha and steve all come around the same corner y/n came around moments ago, being met with the evil robots who were shooting at the bottom of the building, causing it to start to shake.

"y/n's in there!" clint yells, running towards the building.

natasha and steve follow after clint, "clint we aren't going to make it up there in time!" steve yells from behind clint. the trio watch as the building starts to collapse upon itself, pausing their actions.

pietro, currently with a more calmed down bruce and thor, over heard what was happening with the arrow-boy's sister.

"i will go get her," pietro states, his accent filling with worry.

"pietro, you could get hurt!" wanda exclaims, walking over to her brother.

pietro kisses his twin's forehead, "i will be fine, you just stay with these buff men."

pietro runs off, emitting a blue and white mixed hue that follows him.

running to the location he previously saw the other avengers go to, he sees the crumbling building and runs inside. quickly hearing the protests coming from clint, nat and steve, he continues to run up the stairs as they start turning to rubble beneath his feet.

"y/n!" he calls out, getting no response in return.

pietro runs up another flight of stairs, before seeing a small amount of purple in between piles of rock and drywall of the building. "y/n," he lets out a sigh of relief, seeing the girl turn to him with a look of fear on her face.

with another blue and white hue behind the boy, he runs and picks up y/n off her feet. y/n gasps, not knowing that that was pietro's plan of saving her. as he runs back out of the building, he holds onto the girl tighter, not wanting her to fall out of his grip.

while being in pietro's arms, it's almost as if everything goes in slow motion. so y/n takes the time to study his face, his perfect, pretty face.

"you're staring sweetheart," pietro smirks, before getting back to where thor, bruce and wanda were by the safety boats.

tony, clint, steve and natasha came running back to meet with everyone else. clint walked to y/n and gave her the biggest hug she's ever recieved by him. "i thought i lost you," clint states, "mom would be pissed."

y/n laughs, "well thanks to speedo over here," she points to pietro, "you didn't lose me."

pietro just laughs, before tony and thor make sure everyone got out of the area safely. the avengers start to make their way back to the avangers tower, pietro and y/n staying towards the back of the group.

"thank you," y/n starts, "i mean, thanks for saving me back there."

pietro smiles, "no problem little hawk."

there's a comfortable silence between the two, but y/n can't help but wondering how it would feel to hold pietro's hand, not just have it underneath her legs when he carried her.

y/n kept on subtly looking down to pietro's hand, before slowly linking her pinky with his. the boy smiles again, enjoying the feeling of their interlocked fingers. althought pietro has a different idea when he stops walking, which causes y/n to stop as well, which then made her slightly bump into his chest.

she places her other hand lightly over his stomach, before looking up at him. her face becomes pink, "why'd you stop?"

pietro just smirks again, "so i can do this."

he pulls y/n closer to him and kisses her on the lips, with his other hand that wasn't connected with hers goes to her cheek, brushing her skin with the pad of his thumb.

it feels like the world is in slow motion again, even though y/n wasn't with pietro while he was running.

pietro pulls away, being met with a blushing y/n. chuckling, pietro kisses her forehead, before clint interrupts the sweet moment between the two oblivious lovestruck teens.

"hey speedy! get off my sister and lets go!" clint yells from a few feet ahead.

y/n's face turns a darker shade of red, but nonetheless grabs pietro's hand again and guides him to follow the fellow avengers.

y/n just has to thank tony for getting the twins out of the hell hole they were in. she also has to thank tony for even letting her have the opportunity to meet her future boyfriend, without even knowing it.

#pietro maximoff #pietro marvel #marvel #the avengers #avengers age of ultron #pietro x you #pietro x reader #wanda maximoff #tony stark #iron man #thor odinson #steve rogers #captain america #scarlet witch #natasha romanoff #black widow #clint barton #hawkeye #the incrediable hulk #hulk #bruce banner #dating pietro maximoff

[atlasscrumpit]

Tony x reader

Unwell

The rain fell outside as you sat in your bed and looked out the window.

You loved when it rained like this, you could sit and watch it forever.

There was something so comforting about the sound of rain.

You were so busy listening to the rain you didn't even hear the door open.

"You look so peaceful sitting there." You heard a voice say as you turned around to see Tony.

"How are you feeling, darling?" He asked bringing in your usual medicine.

You shrugged a little as he smiled.

"I know it's not fun being pent up in here." He said handing you a cup of pills and a glass of water.

You took them like you usually did before looking at Tony.

"Roof?" You whispered as he looked at you and smiled.

"You always love going up there when it's raining, don't you?" He said, light-heartedly as you smiled.

"Promise not to tell Bruce?" He asked as you chuckled and nodded.

He gently helped you to sit on the edge of your bed and helped you put on your shoes before he picked you up in his arms.

You held onto him tightly as he carried you out of your room.

You went up in the elevator and made it up to the roof where Tony gently placed you down on your feet.

He kept his arm around your waist as you walked out to the edge of the covered area and watched the rain fall.

You reached out and let the rain hit your hot skin.

Tony watched you with a small smile on his face.

Things were different now, of course they were. After a freak accident on a mission your mind was left practically shattered, your brain injury caused you a lot of physical pain, but also psychological pain.

Tony felt responsible for what had happened that day, so he made it his mission to make sure you were always cared for and happy.

"Alright, sweetheart. I think I better get you back before Bruce finds out." Tony said as you turned around and nodded.

He helped you walk back into the elevator and you leant against him.

“Thank you.” You whispered making Tony smile

“That’s okay, just keep it a secret.” He said making you laugh softly.

You made it back to your room and Tony helped you into your bed once more.

You reached for the remote and handed it to Tony.

“You wanna watch a movie together?” He asked as you nodded making him smile.

“Alright, shove over.” He said as you moved over in your bed, letting Tony climb in beside you.

He put on the same movie as always as he watched you smile happily.

He didn’t care if he had to watch this damn movie until the end of time, he was just happy you were happy.

—

Like always, Tony turned to you halfway through the movie to see you fast asleep, he wrapped his arm around you making sure you were secure and rested his head on top of yours.

When the movie was towards the end, your door opened and Tony looked up to see Steve entering.

“Hey, Cap.” Tony whispered as Steve came forward.

“Tony, we’ve organised for someone to come and meet Y/N today. From there they might be able to take her to their facility for better care.” Steve said as Tony looked at him in shock.

“Steve, what the fuck?” He growled as you began to wake up.

“Tony.” You muttered as Tony brushed his hand through your hair.

“Shh, it’s okay. I just need to talk to Steve, okay?” He said slowly pulling away and helping you to lay down, his kissed your forehead and covered you with blankets before stepping outside with Steve.

“We aren’t going to just give her up to some fucking clinical study or some shit.” Tony growled making Steve sigh softly.

“Tony, I’m trying to think of what’s best for her.” Steve said as Tony scoffed.

“What’s best for her is that she stays here where I can take care of her, if you send her away she would never recover.” Tony responded as Steve looked down at him.

“Just meet the woman that’s coming and we can go from there. She’ll be here this afternoon.” Steve said as Tony sighed.

“Fine.” He growled before going back into your room.

—

Tony went back to your room around 3pm and saw you watching tv.

“Sweetheart, there’s a lady coming soon to meet you. She’s just here to see how we can help you more.” Tony explained as you looked up at him and nodded.

He helped you out of bed and got you dressed into something more appropriate.

“Tony.” You whispered before you left.

“What is it, sweetie?” He asked as you reached out and took hold of his hand.

“Will…she take?” You muttered, struggling to find the right words.

“Will she take you away?” He asked as you nodded, he could see the panic in your eyes.

“No, never. I’d never let them take you away from me, okay?” He said as you smiled and nodded.

You hugged him making him smile and wrap his arms around you in return.

“Come on, darling.”

—

You sat on the couch with Tony next to you, Steve and Natasha were also there.

You held onto Tony’s hand, he could see how nervous you were.

“It’ll be okay, angel. I’ll be right here the entire time.” Tony said as you nodded and squeezed his hand.

The elevator made a noise as everyone looked up to see a lady in a suit with a lot of papers and documents.

“Hello, everyone. And this must be Y/N.” She said heading over to you and sitting across from you.

You already didn’t like her, she was treating you like a child and that was the last thing you wanted.

“Do you know why I’m here?” She asked looking at you as you nodded.

“You’re here to just assess her, no one’s taking her away.” Tony said as the woman looked to Steve.

“Tony, we talked about this and what’s best for Y/N.” Steve said as you looked at Tony with fear.

“Liar.” You whispered as he looked down at you.

“No, sweetheart. I’m not letting you leave, okay?” Tony said as you teared up and backed away.

“Y/N, it’s okay. Your family and friends here just want what’s best for you, and where you would go is a very nice place where you’d be treated well.” The lady said as you shook your head and began to cry.

“No!” You shouted before running upstairs.

“I told you, she’s safe here.” Tony growled at Steve before running after you.

He found you curled up in the corner of the hallway.

“You’re…you’re sending me away.” You cried out as Tony sat beside you.

“Sweetheart, I would never ever send you away. Steve organised this because he thought it was best for you. Y/N, wherever you go, I’m right there, okay? This is my tower and I’m the one that takes care of you, trust me when I say you’re not going anywhere.” He said as you wiped your eyes and nodded.

You leant against him and buried your head on his chest as you sobbed, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and held you close.

“Shh, I’ve got you. I’m here. You’ll never leave my side, sweetheart.” Tony whispered as he kissed your forehead.

“Love you.” You whispered making him smile softly.

“I love you too.”

#mcu #marvel #tony stark #tony stark x reader #x reader #avengers #marvel x reader #steve rogers

[ashdreams2023]

gn or if ur comfortable male reader who has like very bad asthma and is bruce banner’s little sibling/brother. Reader has always felt bad for bruce since bc of reader’s asthma has always gotten in the way of trying to help their big brother so in the end reader goes to cap for help

Two sick boys

"I could-"

"No it’s ok, you go rest. The last coughing fit wasn’t so pleasant" your shoulders dropped when your brother declined your help. For god sakes Bruce just got back after being hulk for eight hours and you ended up having a coughing fit when you were hit with the amount of dust falling off his body.

You find your way out of his room and walk aimlessly down the hall before stopping midway and looking up in thought.

Who would understand your situation? Nobody had any issues like yours, everybody’s health was top tier.

It was when you heard the sound of loud breathing coming from the gym, you remembered that there is actually someone you could ask for help or at least get some advice out of.

You pushed the door to the private gym and saw the blonde punching a bean bag repeatedly, sweating just a little since this isn’t much of a workout compared to the stuff he does to save the city everyday.

"Hey Steve?" You called for him and he stopped grabbing the sides of the bean bag and turning his head towards your direction.

"Oh hey y/n, what’s up?" you smiled before sitting down on a bench.

"Could I ask you a question, if you don’t mind" you said. The blonde nodded, he took off his boxing gloves and strolled over to sit by your side.

"What’s the matter, Does it involve your brother perhaps?"

"Yeah a little, I was just wondering since you know, back then before you took the super solider serum. How did you deal with being weak all the time?" Steve eyed you for a long minute before handing you one of his water bottles.

"This is about your asthma isn’t it?" You nodded.

"Well first off you’re not weak, or hopeless or anything negative you’re calling yourself in your head right now." You felt a little embarrassed at his words, guessing that you expression had given away all your worry.

"You can help Bruce plenty, even if he declines. You care about your family and that’s what matters. You’re a bright young man and your brother is glad to have you either way"

"Is that what Bucky used to tell you" you smirked at the deer in headlights look he’s given you at that but soon both of you laughed it off.

"Well, we’re sick boys not weak boys" he finished with.

"Two sick boys." You muttered to yourself.

#imagine #mcu #fanfic #steve rogers x reader #platonic #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers #mcu bruce banner #bruce banner x male!reader #steve rogers x male reader

[askstevella]

Double hearted part 3

——

Without a question to be asked both men were fighting. Things were being thrown and shouting was loudly heard.

Steve yelled for Stella to run as he threw his shield at his counterpart, having him stumbling backwards using the shield himself to thrash him back into a wall.

Stella shouted, “Enough! You’re both equally matched!”

But neither listened, as Steve tried to get Steven down on the ground. Kicks were made and punches were thrown.

Nonetheless Stella ran out of the living room and into the kitchen, searching for a weapon as she remembered she saw a gun earlier. Suddenly a hand covered her mouth, dragging her back out the door into the backyard of the house.

There were muffled screams heard from Stella, as she tried to bite the person’s hand but was flipping over to face them.

She noticed the medium length red hair and black suit, as it clicked that it was Natasha Romanoff with a half smirk.

The redhead was searching her face for injuries, finding one or two on the brunette’s face.

“Hey.” She said simply.

“Nat?!” She whispered yell, “You have to let me back in there.”

“No. I have strict plans to get you out of here safely.”

“But they are going to kill each other in there.”

“Duh! Steve’s got this, let’s go.”

“I can’t leave them in there.”

“Don’t worry I’ll come back to help him in a few.”

Natasha grip was tight, pushing her out the back door as Stella’s fingers twinkled and pushes the women back with a force.

“Stella?! What’s wrong with you?” She yelled.

“You don’t get it! Steve is not a clone!” She replied.

“Yes he is. He has the serum in him just like Cap!”

“He’s from another universe Natasha. He’s here because he wants me to save his..”

“His what? His world?”

She deadpan and rolled her eyes, “No, Natalie Rushman. Me! I’m his wife.”

“No you misinterpreted what he was saying, he wants you as his wife, Stella!” She repiled as if it’s obvious, “He’s a bad guy, you can’t see it because he reminds you of your own husband.”

“That’s my point, Nat. I’m dying on his earth. I don’t care if he’s my husband or not, I don’t even love him. But he loves his Stella more than anything…and he is in denial.”

“Okay hold on, you’re dying on another earth? Well, then that’s their problem.”

“Natasha. I’m friends with The Avengers on that earth, that means we’re friends on that earth. And you guys are all in denial because of it. There is a version of you right now probably sitting in my room, hoping a stay alive a bit longer!”

“Don’t use your logic right now Stella. He could be lying to you. To all of us! If so what will you do? Coax him into surrender?!”

“It��s worth of a try! Natasha you know better than anyone else how it is to fear the thought of losing someone you love. What if it was Bruce? Or your daughter?”

Natasha was dead silent for a moment and sighed, “Fine. But I’m your backup, if he hurts you..”

“I know. I know, he already bruised my arm with his grip from earlier.” She replied with a nod, following her inside.

——

Both women slid into the room, each taking one Steve. Natasha swiftly took care of Steve, having the man flip onto the side holding her Widow stingers close to his face as she held back his hands with a glare.

Stella could swift care of Steven, Earth 65 Captain America or Hydra Stomper, pinned him onto the floor with a gun to his face as her fingers sparked with magic.

“Nat let me go!” Steve yelled, with a glare not wanting to fight more than he has to today, “He’s an imposter.”

“He’s not technically an imposter, Cap.” Natasha added, muttering, “Your gonna be called Cap for the time being and he will be named Steven.”

Nat and Cap had a silent conversation but their eyes said everything.

Steven groaned, “I’m from another earth, dipshit!”

Natasha gasped, “Oh my this Steve can curse!”

Without second to spear, Cap struck over grabbing Steven and pinned him to the wall and asked, “Name. Earth. Alias. Now!”

“Steven Grant Rogers. Earth 65, this is Earth 616 but many others like to say it’s Earth-199999. I’m Captain America just like you but many also know me as The Hydra Stomper.” He explained, “Coined by Howard Stark himself.”

“Wow.” Natasha added with a smirk, “Howard Stark made you?”

“A versions of me, Natty.”

“Shit. I would love that backstory but not all of us are in the mood to know everything.”

Cap sighed, “What do you want? Why did you make me look like a criminal to SHIELD?”

Steven rolled his eyes, “First off, it had to be done to bypass the time being. You’re facility wasn’t on high alert for your incoming routined rounds today.”

“And why are you here and not back on your earth?”

“Because I came here for a small bargain with your friends. Your wife’s live for mine.”

“Not happening. If I’m correct, then you are not as loyal as you may say you are.”

“Not loyal. More than persistent. Of course you wouldn’t know because, well, you’re you.”

It clicked for Cap shaking his head as he said, “Sorry for your loses but this isn’t the right thing to do. You’re grieving and you know it.”

“And you think that you’re words will fix anything, Captain? I’m trying to save my wife here!” Steve spat with a glare.

“Enough. You think you’re saving her here but you’re really saving yourself from the pain and heartache because you know that it will hurt all over again just like last time.”

“Last time? Wh-are you—how could you possibly know that?”

“Because of mom.”

The room went silent from that one line. His mother. Their mother. Sarah Rogers.

Nat and Stella looked at once another, noticing how Cap’s grip loosened and Steven’s glares soften.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about..” Steven said, looking away for a moment.

“Yes you do. We..you, Dad and Bucky..we spend more than 24 hours in that hospital hoping and begging for the doctors to help her. Dad fought back for the best equipment possible! And they did, trying everything they could. And when we all thought she was doing alright..” Cap explained, his eyes water and continued, “..she was gone like a light.”

“So..I’m supposed to let her die like she did?”

“..sadly, yes. Just stay with her like last time! Not sob and start fighting with dad in the middle of the hallway before you could say anything you wanted you to tell..or in this case, don’t fight with The Avengers. It won’t be worth it.”

“You thought about this haven’t you?”

“Mhmm. This about this, she won’t be alone when she’s gone. Her and mom will be together, watching over everyone.”

The look on Steven’s face said it all. His eyes dropped as he finally started to crack at the words, he didn’t think of that. It took his counterpart to ease his mind and reason with him. Natasha sighed, rubbing her shoulder realizing she could probably call her sister after this knowing pain only makes you stronger.

Stella watched both versions of the man and placed a hand on Nat’s shoulder, as she realized that she had to use her powers on the counterpart. The least she could do was fleshing Steven’s mind of memories that are good, and take the bad with a grain of salt as well.

It also meant she would have to do the same…

…with her brother Theigo Strange.

It was like the universe read her mind as the portal opened and in came her brother dressed in causal clothes. That Earth’s version of her looked very similar just no glasses and a thicker beard to match.

He locked eyes with her, glanced around at the others in the room. He looked tired, his eyes were wet and his body language read of pounding sorrow. He sighed but before he can speak, he was intercepted by the embrace that belonged to Stella.

He huffed, taking in her arms around his neck and squeezed her tightly, as if she was about to punch him in the jaw for his actions. But she didn’t, only muttered a few soft words. He let the tears fall, not caring who was in the room.

“I’m sorry…but it will be okay.” She muttered into his ear.

“I..you know?” He asked, his voice sounded like a whisper.

“Yes. And you are making a mistake, Theo. We both know it.”

“I just want her to be okay…”

“..she is. She will be, but you have to go.”

“But I..”

There was an unspoken sense of urgency and relief that came from the room itself. All looking around to one another, but there was a seriousness laced there.

Natasha spoke up, “So..what now?”

—-

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[min-xiao13-exe]

Stay With Me

PETER POV

"But Mr Stark I am ready for missions! I can handle them well! Please let me go on the field!"

" Kid, just train for a bit we got a mission upcoming for you. Go on now Cap is waiting for you"

Ugh... training with Captain America... so boring whatever he makes me do is what I do on a daily and ALWAYS he will tell me his life stories which I have heard millions of times. Honestly, by now, I can write a whole book about him. I just don't have anyone who is like me...

"ATTENTION WE HAVE A BREACH, A GIRL HAS BEEN SPOTTED ON THE EASTERN WING TOP FLOOR AND SHE'S...SWINGING? I DON'T KNOW CAN SOMEONE GET TO HER?!" 

top floor? Yes! finally some action!

Peter activates his suit and swings over to the top floor and sees the girl fly off in a helicopter and jumps to hold her back but something comes in and chops off his webs and something is fired at Peter's hands and feet to bind them in place

"Holy Cow! What is that?! Is that my webbing?!"

"Hey Peter, I'm Sorry but I gotta impress Fury... Catch ya later"

"Kid move out, NOW! I'm going to blast her"

"I can't move Mr Stark! I'm bound"

"FRIDAY, Get peter in"

"YES BOSS"

great, now I will be inspected like a lab rat and then be interrogated 

but what even is that? it looks so much like my webbing... I have to ask Mr Stark. This is so close to my webbing. There can't be two spider-mans, Can they?

Natasha, Bruce, Steve, Tony and Clint walk into Peter's room to find him stuck to the ceiling, bound by some substance. He is quite clearly daydreaming as he isn't blinking but the whole thing is so freaky that the rest tense up. A worried Natasha starts poking him with one of Clint's arrows in an attempt to get him into consciousness.

"Hey! Peter! you there?" Natasha pokes Peter as she asks worriedly

"FRIDAY, get Wanda and her brother," Tony says before checking his vitals

"YES BOSS" FRIDAY replies instantly sending the message

"What do you want- WOAH... What's the Spider doing?!" Pietro says as he speeds in 

"Pietro, Get your sister," Clint says hooking himself to the ceiling

"Jeez Old man, wait I'll get her" Pietro replies before speeding out to get his sister

 "What went wrong now?" Wanda says as Pietro puts her down 

"Wanda, can you wake the kid up?" Bruce says trying to help Clint get him down 

"Give me a second..." Wanda replies before floating up to Peter

"Wake up..." she whispers

And just like that Peter's claws (the weird thing on his back, ima call them claws) open up as he jolts and the chaos settles

"yeah, I'm here... I'm alive" Peter says catching Clint before he hits the floor

"What was that kid?!" Clint asked worried about him

"Nothing... Just zoned out" Peter replied setting Clint down and retracting his suit

"That can't be nothing, and did you aim yourself? you got web everywhere" Steve said collecting some of the webs off Peter's body

"This isn't mine, it's that girl's, the one on the rooftop who got away..." Peter said taking a box from his table and putting the webs in there

"Is that possible? You said the spider that bit you died so how is it possible that there are two spider-mans or women?" Natasha asked

"I don't know but I have to run an analysis on the webbing to see its components cause' she didn't have any web shooters and she also knew what I was going to do next, it was almost like she had already seen what would be happening," Peter said pulling off his shirt that was also covered in the webs

"That is not possible... There are only two beings on this earth that can do that, The monks of Kamar Taj and me, there are no other known beings who can do that" Wanda said, confused

"Well then either she has very good intuition, is our stalker who studied us so well to understand each of our moves, is actually one copy of Wanda or is a runaway monk from Kamar Taj," Steve said unable to find anything believable

"Wow Cap, that's a lot of useful stuff coming from you," Tony said being sarcastic

"Can I have a lab to work in? and maybe some hours away from training..." Peter requested in hopes of having a peaceful space to work in

"of course Peter, but we will have FRIDAY supervise you," Bruce said giving Peter a fresh shirt from his closet

"Can Ned and MJ come over?" Peter asked

"Uh..." Bruce began before he was cut off by Tony

"Listen, kid, we can't risk having anyone of your friends over, if that girl is a threat she may have some potential hostage targets," Tony said being blunt 

"Can I have pop tarts?"Peter asked feeling hungry

"Yes that we can manage," Tony said 

"FRIDAY tell me which is the nearest convenience store that sells pop-tarts?"

"No need I got them while we were talking about them, I wanted a re-stock too," Pietro said dropping four bags full of Pop-tarts on the floor 

"How much do I owe you?" Peter asked getting his wallet from his table

"Nothing, consider this a gift," Pietro said speeding out to get coffee for himself

"All right kid, get some rest you'll get your lab tomorrow," Tony said before ushering everyone out of the room and closing the door behind him

Finally, some peace, is what is needed but I think what is more needed is a shower 

Peter got took a shower and changed into clean clothes before crashing into bed

After a few hours, he is again awoken by FRIDAY 

There is some disturbance again at the compound...

It's that girl...

She's Back...

Masterlist

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[theinvisblegirl21]

I’m Never Letting You Go (Captain America x reader)

Author’s Note: Hey guys, so this is my first time posting on tumblr! I hope you guys enjoy this story. I wrote it a few years ago on Quotev and decided to post it here! Sorry in advance for any writing errors! Have a great day/night.

TW: Death and any writing mistakes!

        Everyone got suited up and we were getting ready to go back in time to get the infinity stones and bring everyone back. We were all separated into teams and were assigned a stone to retrieve and bring back. Bruce was going to get the time stone; Clint, Tony and Scott went for the space and mind stone; Rhodey and Nebula went for the power stone; Thor and Rocket for the reality stone; and Cap and I went for the soul stone.  As we all stood in a circle, I began to feel nervous.  What if something goes wrong? I asked myself but I decided to push away my doubts. No this has to work! We're gonna bring back the others! I told myself determinedly.          "See you in a minute," Nat said, smiling at everyone and with that we all went into the quantum realm and went to our designated times. Cap and I found ourselves surrounded by rock and a tall mountain rose in front of us. The both of us exchanged a glance before we began our climb.          Steve and I have been together for nine years which is a long time and during this time we been through a lot together. I was there for him when Nick Fury "died." I was by his side when we fought Tony and the others when we refused to sign the accords and to protect Bucky. I was there when we had to go into hiding as fugitives. And I was there when we watched all our friends crumble to dust in front of our eyes. As Steve and I climbed I remembered the first time we kissed. *Flashback*         Fury had just died and Steve and I were trying to figure out what was on that drive that he gave Steve. We stood in the Apple store and I was trying to locate where the drive was from. I was typing on the computer as quickly as I could when a sales associate came by. He came up to Steve and looked at him as if he recognized him. I felt Steve tense up beside me as I began to type even faster when the sales associate snapped his fingers and said, "I have the same exact glasses as you do!" Steve and I just laughed and relaxed just a bit.         "Well then aren't you two twins," I joked, looking up at the sales associate for a moment.          "Is there anything I can help you with?" The man asked.         "Oh no, we're just looking for honeymoon destinations," I said, smiling innocently at him.         "Ohhh where do you guys plan on going?" He questioned. Steve looked over my shoulder ever so slightly and said, "New Jersey."          "Well congratulations you two! If you need anything my name is Chris!" he said and he walked away. I quickly took the flash drive out of the computer and we walked out of the store together. We noticed that there were a bunch of "SHIELD" agents walking around the mall looking for us so we decided to walk where not much of them were. Up ahead we saw an agent walking in our direction so I nudged Steve to get his attention.         "Put your arm around me and laugh like I said something funny," I said. Steve looked confused but when he saw the agent getting closer he took the hint and did as I said. Even after the agent walked by, Steve kept his arm around me but I didn't really mind. I've had a crush on him since our first mission together as a part of the Avengers: when Loki attacked New York. We made it to an escalator and as we were going down, another agent was heading up. I turned to face Steve and I grabbed his face and kissed him. I was about to pull away but Steve pulled me closer into him and deepened the kiss. We hesitantly pulled away so that we could step off the escalator and I felt my cheeks heat up.         "What was that for?" Steve asked, smiling down at me.         "PDA makes people uncomfortable so I figured that if I kissed you then the agent coming up the escalator would look away and not recognize us..." I said, feeling embarrassed.         "Oh," Steve's face fell at what I said. As we walked towards a truck for us to "borrow" to get to New Jersey I heard him mumble under his breath, "I thought it was because you liked me..."          "I do like you Steve," I told him shyly. He looked down at me in surprise when he realized that I heard him but he began to smile when what I said sunk in.          "Well in that case, would you be my girlfriend?" He asked as his cheeks began to turn pink. I just gave him a peck on his lips and replied, "I'd love to."  *End Flashback*         I smiled at the memory as we began to near the top of the mountain on Vormir.          "What are you smiling at (n/n)?" Steve asked, looking at me lovingly.         "I was just thinking about the first time we kissed," I told him as I grabbed his hand in my small one. Steve's smile grew at this and he stopped to give me a long and passionate kiss.          "I love you (y/n)," he said as he stroked my cheek.         "I love you too Steve. Now c'mon let's go, we're nearly there." As we continued walking up the mountain, hand-in-hand I felt him playing with the ring that he gave me. *Flashback*         It's been two years since the snap happened and have the population in the galaxy crumbled to dust. We were all grieving for the loss of our friends and for our defeat when Thanos told us he destroyed the stones. Steve was taking it hard since he lost two of his best friends and he felt as if it was his fault. I kept trying to assure him that it wasn't but he just kept insisting that it was. After a while, Steve began going to support groups and it helped him slightly. He no longer blamed himself for what happened but he still missed his friends nonetheless.          Steve finally was able to start living his life once again and tried being happier. He'd always take me out on dates and like Tony, he was finally able to come to terms with what happened and that he just has to make the most out of his life. Tonight we were going out for a walk around New York and soon enough we found ourselves in Central Park. We were talking about all the things we missed about the others and all the fun times we had so that they'd always live on in our hearts and minds. Suddenly, as we were walking near a pond, Steve stopped us.         "(Y/n). I just wanna say how much I love you so much. You were always there for me during my darkest times and helped me through all my rough patches. Despite our losses, you try to stay optimistic and live the best life you can for our friends. You always know how to make me laugh and smile and I love how kind you are. At first I thought that I loved Peggy Carter but I didn't know what true love was until I met you. We came across death too many times and it's been proven many times that life is short and you can die any day. I don't want to live with regrets which is why I'm asking you," he got down on one knee and I covered my mouth in surprise. "Will you (y/n) (y/l/n) marry me?"          "YES YES OF COURSE!" I said in excitement as he put the ring on my finger and when he stood up I kissed him hard, pouring all the love I could into it. A few months later we were happily wed and a year after we had a daughter named Seraphina. *End Flashback*         We finally reached the top of the mountain and started to walk through an archway when we were stopped by a floating figure.          "What is it you want?" the figure asked.         "We need the soul stone," Steve answered bravely as he stepped in front of me to protect me. The figure floated forward so that we can see his face and Steve tensed. It was Red Skull, Steve's enemy back in WWII.         "In order to get the soul stone, it requires a sacrifice," Red Skull informed us, not acknowledging the fact that he knew Steve.         "What kind of sacrifice?" I questioned.          "A sacrifice of someone you love the most."         "No! You're lying!" Steve yelled, and he began to back up.         "I don't think he is, Steve. It makes sense...That's why its called the soul stone isn't? A soul for a soul?" I said gently grabbing his shoulder. Steve vigorously shook his head no.         "No. No! There must be some other way," he said turning to face me.         "It's the only way to get our friends back Stevie," I told him, using the nickname I gave him to lighten the mood. "Let me do it Steve..."         "NO!"         "It's okay," I caressed his cheek before I continued, "You'll have Bucky and Sam to be here for you. It's okay..."          "No! I'm not going to lose you too!" He cried and he hugged me as tightly as he could, refusing to let go. "There has to be another way," he mumbled into my hair.         "I'm sorry Steve. Know I love you," And with that I pushed him away and swept his feet out from under him before I took off towards the edge of the cliff. Before I could leap into the air I was tackled to the ground.          "No, I'm sorry (y/n). I can't let the love of my life die if I can do anything to stop it," and he got up but he barely took two steps when I yanked him back and took a flying leap off the cliff. I couldn't let Steve die. Our daughter needed him since she was a daddy's girl. If he died, I don't think I could bare looking at her without being reminded of the man I loved. My daughter and my husband means everything to me and I would do whatever I have to to make sure they're safe. As I began to fall I felt something grab my hand and my body slammed into the side of the mountain. When I looked up I saw Steve hanging from the ledge with a strong grip on me.         "Stevie, you need to let go..." I said as tears built up in my eyes.         "I'm never letting go of you (y/n). Please... I need you," he cried as tears began to cascade down his handsome face.         "I'm doing this for you and for Seraphina. When all this is done, you'll have our daughter and your two best friends to take care of you. I will always be with you Stevie," I said, trying to free myself from his grasp but he refused to let go.         "Please (y/n). Don't do this," Steve begged.          "The day we got married I took an oath that I'll be there for you 'for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer in sickness and health until death did us part,'" I recited our vows. "Even after death I will always be there for you." Steve began to cry even harder.          "I love you so much Steve. You were the best thing that happened to me. Tell Sera that mommy loves her okay?" He just nodded. Since he was holing onto my right hand, I lifted my left hand up to slip my ring off and I placed it in a pocket on the side of his suit. "Goodbye..." I whispered and with that I wriggled my hand free from Steve's grip and let gravity do it's work. All I heard was Steve's yells as I fell and in an instant darkness surrounded me. *Steve's POV*         I watched as (y/n) placed her wedding ring in my pocket and whispered, "Goodbye..." Before I could tell her that I love her she freed herself from my grasp and I yelled as I watched the love of my life plummet to her death. I closed my eyes as my body began to rack with sobs but when I opened them again I found myself standing and surrounded by water. When I looked what was in my closed fist I found the soul stone laying there. I clenched my fist shut, determined not to let (y/n)'s sacrifice be wasted. We will bring everyone back and make sure we will forever remember her what what's she's done.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #captain america #captain america x reader #chris evans #avengers #avengers endgame #chris evans x reader #captain america imagine #steve rogers imagine

[buckysnumberonegirl]

The Colder the Water

Steve Rodgers x Reader (Captain America x reader)

Warnings: Hurt comfort, fluff, no smut, slight mention of PTSD and death

Word count: ~1000ish

The mission had been hard. You hadn’t expected it to go longer than a week but after staying undercover in the middle of a desert town in the Middle East looking for a hydra base you had intel on, you and the entire team needed a shower. Unfortunately for the entire team, after the invasion of New York only few bathrooms had running water and only one shower was running with hot water.

Tony of course went first claiming he paid the buildings water bill so he gets first dibs on the water. Everyone else drew straws.

Somehow you and Steve pulled the smallest of the two with his being only a little longer than yours.

You smiled as you got ready to pick on the old man. ‘You know, didn’t they have a saying back in your day… ladies first’

You held out your straw and laughed but to your surprise, he took it and handed you his.

“Just in case Jarvis does a scan and turns the water off” He brushed his hand through his hair even with weeks without enough time to clean up he looked good.

You winked at him and said thank you but were waved off. Walking back to your room you waited patiently for Bruce to knock on your door telling you it was your turn.

——-

Finally the bathroom was yours. You smiled at the pile of clothes shoved in the corner. Everyone was so tired and sore you knew it would be cleaned up tomorrow but tonight the little things didn’t matter.

The steam in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Bruce always took his showers hot; he claimed the water helped relax his muscles after coming down from hulking out.

You got undressed and washed yourself watching the water go from dirty greys and browns to clear. Taking extra time to get the grime out of your hair watching what you think was a bug swirl away down the drain

You weren’t sure how long you sat there going over yourself trying to make sure you were clean, until the water switched from your warm oasis to ice cold.

You grumbled as you got out when Tony’s voice came over the PA system. “Hey kiddo I’d tell whoever’s next to give it a few the hot water is out”

You grumbled as you pulled on your clothes, a multimillion dollar building running out of water after a few showers. At least you were done.

Steve’s door was open just enough for you to peak in.

A little knock got you an “it’s open you can come in”

‘Hey so I’ve got bad news’ Steve looked up at you

“Tell me we don’t have to go out again I just want to rinse off at least”

You smiled at the captain. You almost didn’t have the heart to tell him he probably should wait to jump in.

‘No we’re safe for now, but we’re out of hot water so you might want to give it a few minutes before you shower’

His frown turned back into a smile like you just told him the best news ever

“That’s not bad news, a little cold water won’t kill me, it didn't before” Steve laughed, proud of his own joke. You sighed and shook your head ‘well It’s all yours Cap’ you saluted him and walked back down the hall to your room.

———-

It couldn’t have been more than 5 minutes since you heard the door to the bathroom. The hall seemed silent except for one large slam and a muffled shout.

You immediately went into panic mode grabbing your gun off the nightstand and running to the bathroom.

‘Steve if you don’t answer I’m coming in’ you yelled hoping it was nothing and he’d tell you he just dropped a shampoo or something.

But when you heard nothing, not even the water, you burst through the door.

Steve had on grey sweats but nothing else. He was on the floor back to the wall and his legs to his chest. His hair showed the briefest signs of a shower and his eyes were red.

‘Steve.. what happened, are you okay?’ You squared down to look at your friend.

“I don’t know what happened” he looked up meeting your eye and a tear slid down his face.

“It was so… I thought I’d be fine but it was so cold. It touched me and I thought I was back in the ice. I…. I’m sorry I shouted I just I was back in the ice”

You put your hand on his face giving him a touch of warmth. He leaned into the gesture.

‘Let’s go back to your room okay?’ You offered him your other hand so he could get up.

You Kept your arm around him the whole walk back to his room, not wanting him to lose that bit of comfort.

Once you got him dry you put him in bed. All the rooms had blankets able to be heated to you turned his on hoping to help.

‘Steve you’ve got to talk to me, I know it was scary but I’m here with you I’m right here’

You sat on the edge of the bed running your hand through his hair knowing he always did it when he was nervous.

His eyes started to close as if the panic and long mission had finally caught up to him. For a man so large he looked so small curled up under the blankets of his bed.

Not wanting to intrude on his space you decided to slowly get up thinking you’d make him a tea or something to bring for him when he got up.

When you went to lift yourself off of the bed a hand snaked your waist pulling you back down.

“Stay”

He was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him.

‘Steve you’re sleeping I’m going to head out okay’

His bud eyes opened and looked into yours. “Please Y/N, stay here I just… I can’t be alone right now”

Steve moved his arm from your waist and opened the blanket.

You looked at your friend, ‘okay Stevie I’ll stay’

Sliding under the covers you found yourself immediately squeezed by large arms.

It only took a few minutes before he was drifting off again. Mumbling to himself how warm you were.

#marvel #reader insert #steve rodgers x reader #txt fluff #comfort #captain america #captain america x you #captain america fluff

[ngc-5194]

Hi, lovebird!!! Hope you're doing well 🥰🥰🥰 For the headcanon asks, 👗 for the batfam, please? Don't know dc super well but curios to know what you think!

happi!!! hey!! how are you? :DD hope you're doing well <3333 and oo! good question! there's a lot of them though, so i hope you'll excuse me for how long this is

👗 A headcanon about their clothes

Alfred - it's quite easy to believe that he simply lives in his butler clothes, varying how many layers of it depending on the situation and/or temperature, and this would mostly be correct. however, he also owns one of those old-timey nightgowns with a matching cap and candle <3

Bruce - suits or slightly simplified dress clothes, mostly, if he's not in one of those phases where he lives in his batman suit. he wears t-shirts occasionally if he is, perhaps, working out or taking a day off. this man has never worn a pair of sweatpants in his life.

Dick - ok he's running a little bit behind year (and in some cases, decade) wise, but he is perhaps the prime example of an actually fashionable person in this family. in spite of, or pehaps because of this, depending on your point of view, he also has matching outfits with at least one of the dogs in his life.

Cass - she has no real concept of 'fashionable', mostly dressing for comfort and practicality, meaning lots of muted, darker colours, but it's cass. she could pull off just about everything. she is the second example people point to when asked if any of the waynes have a fashion sense.

Jason - this man can not settle on a style for his life (or lack thereof). up to 11-12 years old he dressed in, well, whatever he could find, and for practicality and protection against the elements. from 12-15 you could find him in just about the nerdiest outfits known to man; like, he wears his school uniform for fun kind of nerd. post his whole dying and coming back to life escapade (including, in this case, his time in the hospital and then on the streets again, because, well, hospital issue 'clothes' and then whatever he could find again.) (also ignoring his year with the league, because then he's wearing whatever talia puts him in, so a wide range of possibilities there.) he has many reasons for not knowing what's going on fashion-wise in the world, so he settles for his leather-biker look. this is not, however, his look all the time. he bounces between just about every style you can think of until inevitably he winds up cobbling them all together. also a fan of matching outfits with other people as a way to show affection. as far as he's willing to let the family know, however, he lives his life in his leather jacket.

Steph - steph absolutely had a scene kid phase and it hasn't fully left her yet. she's leaned in heavily to the purple theme more recently and she's not planning on giving it up any time soon; not only does she look incredible in purple, it also makes laundry easier. she is the only reason tim has any semblance of nice-looking outfits and absolutely knows it.

Tim - if not for steph dragging him to thrift shops this man would live entirely in his hero costume and/or old t-shirts and sweatpants. he used to dress disgustingly preppy but then messed up his previously perfectly kept sleep schedule so horrendously that it's no longer worth the effort or energy to him. the one and only time he couldn't get steph to help him beforehand he went on a date with bernard in a full three-piece suit. to the swim park.

Duke - wears more bright colours than the rest of the family (minus maybe dick) combined. also mostly dresses for comfort and convenience but refuses to lose looking sick as hell for these perks. the kind of guy to plan out outfits the night before even if he isn't planning on leaving the house. flips wildly between not wearing yellow and all and wearing more yellow than previously thought possible. utterly refuses to fall into the bat-tradition of wearing tons of black because boring.

Damian - if he's not in his school uniform or formal wear of any kind, he can be found in deceptively regular-looking clothing. except, of course, that his t-shirt was not 20 dollars, rather, it was, at absolute minimum, somewhere around the 80 dollar mark. this trend follows his entire casual wardrobe except for what he wears when doing charcoal. many would think that he could simply wear the apron he wears when painting, and he does also wear his apron, it's simply that charcoal is a cursed, evil, hateful being that takes great joy in getting absolutely everywhere.

#asks #happi-tree #mutuals <3 #ask game #hough that took much longer than i expected oops <3 #dc #long post #?? sure #man who could've possibly foreseen that jason's section would be the longest

[hollandorks]

*cracks knuckles*

The last chapter was so amazing I needed to take a day to collect myself (is what I'm gonna say even though the actual reason is that after I read the chapter, I had to skedaddle to decorate my graduation cap). I'm sorry if this is short, I have to go to sleep soon.

First, though, I have to share this song because ever since I listened to it, I've thought of Bruce Wayne and this reader and MOTN. It's called If You Let Me by Beth Crowley. It makes me soft the same way Bruce makes me soft.

Okay, getting into it. The reader calling the gala secretary SENT ME. Absolutely sent me. I thought she at least talked to Bruce before just calling them up like "hey, he's coming with a plus one and he's donating". Poor Bruce was probably so stressed when he was overhearing everything like "what do you mean i have to leave the house". And the secretary's definitely gonna get a raise from her boss for "getting Bruce Wayne to come to the gala" even though the reader called them up like nobody's business.

Also the reader snapping her hands at Bruce. I already talked about the dynamic shift from employer to partner, but I still love to see it. We love pairings where two people are equals.

Alfred must be so happy that Bruce is leaving the house though. Just as a side thought. Probably so happy Bruce met his match through the reader, who just forces Bruce to do things he doesn't want to, including taking care of himself. At this rate, he might even be able to go on vacation one day. (If he could get Gordon to babysit)

“You’ve known about me for all of a week and you’re already–already–meddling.” He threw his hands up in the air. She’d never seen him so flustered. It was…endearing. “Why are you smiling?” He punctuated the question with a frown. 

“Because I’m aggravating you by helping, and it’s funny.”

SOFT SOFT SOFT SOFT

This whole story makes me soft.

Bruce could never be mad at the reader. He can worry and get annoyed, but he'd never get truly mad at her. I love that so much. So. Much.

His eyes dipped to her lips then back up.

JUST KISS HER.

The tombstone scene. I loved every bit of it. Hits a little close to home, but that just makes it better. (My mom is very much alive, just political stuff making it feel close in regards to a different person)

Alfred laughed again. “I have to admit, it’s…nice to share this with someone. Here, let me show you.”

YES ALFRED. The reader's really here giving everyone in Wayne Manor free therapy. Now if only she could give herself free therapy—

On the screen, the motorcycle swerved slightly. 

HAHAHAHAHAHA

Bruce got a little jumpscare. I love that. Serves him right. Karma for all of the times he gave Gordon a heart attack.

“You keep getting in the way–” he started. The words were a direct hit to her chest. She sucked in a sharp breath at the pain of them. Oh. 

“No need to feel guilty, I’ll be out of your hair sooner rather than later,” she said scathingly to cover up the sudden tears in her eyes. “I won’t be a burden for you much longer.” 

These two—

I love the lover's quarrel. The Bruce realizing what he said and trying to take it back, but not being able to because Maxwell wakes up (GODDAMN IT, MAXWELL—It's not enough you kidnap the reader and try to control Bruce, but now you have to get in between their love story? SHAME. SHAME ON YOU. SHAME ON YOUR FAMILY. SHAME ON YOUR COW.)

But also these two idiots need to just take a second. Just one. Breathe a little bit. And then confess. SECOND SONG RECOMMENDATION

wow you can really tell i have adhd from my responses

Just--

the fact that these two would do anything for each other. They would move heaven and earth and hell if the other just asked. Hell, even implied they wanted them moved. It warms my heart.

I have to admit that whenever I think of Bruce I think of your rendition of him. The soft, would do anything, just a little misguided man, Bruce Wayne. He's just THE Bruce Wayne for me. I love how much you show the amount of love Bruce has in his body and the way you show how it scares him, but how he still wants it there.

He's definitely in the process of learning how to accept loving someone, which is why he made the little misstep of saying the reader got in the way. He was terrified, and rightfully so, so he tried shoving it away before quickly realizing that wasn't what he wanted. Bruce never wanted to hurt her or imply he wanted her gone; he just wanted her to be safe, so he doesn't have to be afraid of loving and losing her so much.

That being said, of course, if it wasn't this, he'd worry about something else being the cause of loving and losing her. That fear doesn't go away, no matter what she does. It's just inherent to the love and it has to be accepted, to some degree.

Like, he should still definitely call out when the reader is being super reckless. Because she is. But he'll get better at doing that lovingly in time.

You're amazing, Shelby! I have to go to bed, but I love you bestie!

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Okay first you're graduating?! Congratulations!! That's huge!! I'm proud of you even though I barely know you. What did you decorate your cap with? My college didn't allow that so I'm always jealous of seeing other people's decorated ones 😂

Um first that song is inspired by Chain of Gold???? I FUCKING LOVE CHAIN OF GOLD. I have yet to read Chain of Iron, but I still love it 😂 That aside, wow the feelings from this song 🥵 It made me soft too. 😭 Just posted another ask where I wanted slow dance song recs and this one fits!!!

Nope, she didn't talk to him because she knew it'd be an argument! 😂 Better to get him cornered. That secretary is 100% getting a raise once Bruce's donation comes in and they see it isn't a prank.

I actually have a future scene in mind about the whole vacation thing (sort of) but I won't comment on it. But, tiny spoiler, it's in the epilogue of the sequel. You'll know it when you see it. 👀

"Just kiss her" the theme of the whole fic! JUST KISS DAMMIT. Just had a bizarre image of Alfred being like Sebastian in the Little Mermaid singing Kiss the Girl 😂

I 100% had karma in mind with that jumpscare. My head canon (only because I haven't actually written it), is that the reader starts trying to scare Bruce constantly. Because I do this to my husband 😂 he hates it, but I think it's so fucking funny.

I love a good miscommunication and interruption! I mean obviously I have to draw out the angst because I'm sadistic like that 😅

That second song!! So! Accurate! Inspired by the Infernal Devices?! One of the only love triangles I have ever respected. Ever. (Although don't get me started on the Clockwork Princess epilogue. I Have Thoughts. Still love the books though. Basically if you've read any of these books you're my bestie for SURE now.)

And yes even if it was merely implied they wanted heaven and or hell moved, the other would do it. Very accurate!

And wow what a compliment that my Bruce is the Bruce for you 🥺 I do try and keep him rooted in canon, so hopefully that's why you love him! He 100% made that comment out of fear and also just not knowing how to love someone or articulate that love.

They definitely have some work to do in (lovingly) calling out each other's reckless behavior! This is definitely something I want to explore in the sequel 👀

Thanks bestie!!! I love you! Also when is your graduation?? Good luck!! You did it! 🥰❤️

#asks #anon #motn spoilers #my bestie ⌨️ #⌨️ anon #⌨️