#do they already have all of Europe’s infinity stones

[fanficsformyfaves]

Safe

Loki Laufeyson x Fem Witch!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, ANGST, Oral Sex ( R Receiving) P in V Sex, No Protection (This is fiction, you are not, WRAP IT UP), Praise Kink, Mentions of Torture, Hurt to Comfort

PREFACE: Nearly a month after being rescued by Loki, Reader begins to warm up to him and even starts developing a crush on the all powerful god. One night, she has a particularly frightening nightmare about being kidnapped by Thanos and goes to find Loki for comfort

A/N: Flashbacks in Italics!

Dream Sequence in Bold, Italics and Colored!

Loki never faked his death in Avengers 1, but just escaped in this A/U

I have such an affinity for big scary villains having soft spots for 'that one person'

"Please", I sobbed quietly,

As the titan walked closer towards me. The gauntlet on his wrist emitting different colored glows from each infinity stone.

"I don't know where the mind stone is", I lied.

I couldn't give Vision away and betray the family I made of the Avengers. They've saved my life on countless occasions and I couldn't let them down.

"Lies do not bode well with me, little witch. It is in your best interest to be complicit", he warns menacingly,

Before calling over his henchmen to pull my bruised aching frame off the floor.

"I will not ask again...where...is...the stone?"

"I don't know!"

He sighs heavily and points the golden fist right at me.

"Fine. Have it your way"

The gauntlet begins to radiate light and I felt it drawing my powers out of my body. The screams of agony I let out echoing around the room and down every hall.

To say it was excruciating would've been an understatement. I could physically feel the life in me being quickly drained and the remaining strength I had left leaving with it.

Just as I was on the verge of completely losing consciousness, I wake up screaming into the darkness of my bedroom.

This was not the first nightmare I've had since escaping Thanos and I was sure it wouldn't be the last, but this one felt all too real. Like, I truly was still on that spaceship, enduring even more of the torture.

It had been nearly a month since Loki found and rescued me. No one knew that either of us survived Thanos' attempt on our lives, so, we were left to hide out somewhere in Europe.

At first, I wanted to leave and find the rest of the Avengers, but Loki refused to let me go and enchanted the house we were staying in. It wouldn't have been a problem...had I not just lost most of my powers.

He was a god after all and I was nowhere near strong enough to break through his magic, especially running on an almost empty tank.

"It's not safe-"

"They're my family, Loki-"

"Then they should be able to understand that you are in no condition to fight!"

"I at least need to let them know I'm alive!"

"And risk exposing yourself to Thanos?! Are you really that stupid?!"

The tension between us was all you could feel. That and the deafening silence that followed his harsh words.

"Don't call me that-"

"Stop acting like it and I will"

I walk away and take a seat by the bay window. He sighs and bows his head.

"I saved your life. You might hate me for this now, but I do hope...eventually, you'll understand", he says,

Before making his way back to his room.

I couldn't really blame him for being the way that he was. He had lost so much already and I was the only person, besides his brother, to give him another chance at life.

Loki and I met long before the kidnapping, while he was in S.H.I.EL.D.S' custody. No one was getting through to him and Thor thought I would be the right person for the job, given my past.

"You sure about this, kid?", Nat questioned,

"I know enough about dealing with people like him"

She furrows her eyebrows curiously.

"What does that mean?"

"I was like him", I emphasized,

Before walking towards the chamber they locked him up in.

"Well...you must be the witch I've been hearing so many murmurs about"

I sigh through my nose, as he scanned me up and down.

"A lot shorter than I imagined"

"And a hell of a lot tougher than your futile attempts to get under my skin, so", I smiled sarcastically,

"Oooh, sharp tongue", he says,

Using his elbow to lean against the glass, as his deep voice causes my stomach to stir.

"You might just be the most interesting person I've met today. Well, that's not saying much, given your competition. My dull brother, the broody spy, metal man and captain wonder boy"

I scoff, folding my arms.

"I hear you use to be a villain of sorts. Why the change? I can tell you had potential"

"I found a family"

It was now his turn to scoff and turn away.

"The avengers?", he mocked,

Turning back to watch me step closer to the glass.

"You truly think they actually care about you?"

I take a moment to myself, before returning my attention to the god before me.

"I used to be just like you. Untrusting, malicious, a conniving little backstabber that was convinced that everyone was out to get me. I would hurt people before they could even think of hurting me first, sound familiar?"

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head at me.

"If you're such an expert on my character, then why not just kill me and get it over with?", he questioned,

"Because you still have a chance. I did and I know you do too"

"How incredibly naive. This little mind game of yours might work on the weak, but not on me"

"Its not a mind game, Loki. It's the truth"

He glares at me in an attempt to scare me off, but that wasn't going to work.

I knew back then if the team had just walked out on me, I would still be in the same exact position as him, maybe even worse off. So I wasn't going to back down without a fight.

"Was it easy for me to let my guard down? No, it was terrifying. I thought they would turn on me at any chance they got, but when they came back and saved me from Hydra...I knew I could trust them"

"How touching. Should I bring out the violins?"

I roll my eyes at his sarcasm.

"The point of all of this is that I'm not giving up on helping you"

"You're wasting your time", he said dismissively,

"Maybe, but that's not gonna stop me"

Unbeknownst to me, what I said actually got to him that night and for the first time in centuries, he truly felt seen as something other than a monster.

After his escape, I didn't see him again till Ragnarok, when we had to battle against his sister, Hela.

I was preoccupied with fighting off one of the undead that I didn't notice another one closing in on me. Just as the Draugr was about to swing his sword, his head was cut clean off his neck and the moment his body hit the ground, Loki was revealed standing right behind him.

"Hi", I greeted surprised,

"Hi", he nodded.

I look behind Loki and see Hela's wolf charging at us, when I use my powers to suspend the creature in the air and send it flying over Asgard's edge.

"I see you've gotten stronger", he says,

Causing me to shrug.

Once Thor put an end to Hela's reign of terror and got the remaining of Asgard's people safely onto the ship, we thought we were in the clear.

We couldn't have been more wrong. The refugees were mercilessly slaughtered by Thanos' guards and we were all imprisoned for days. All of us, except for Loki, who still pretended to be on the titan's side.

Eventually, when Thor was ejected out of the ship, Loki somehow managed to sneak the tesseract out and plan his escape, but when he realized I was still trapped there, he couldn't leave me behind.

I was laying in my cell, after freshly being drained of my magic, when a flash of green catches my eye. I tiredly turn to see who it was and in my half-conscious state, I could still recognize the man rushing to my side.

"Loki?", I called out weakly,

"Shhh, I've got you", he whispered,

Scooping me up into his arms, before using the tesseract to teleport us away.

I couldn't make out where we were, but he immediately lays me down on the bed and started checking me for injuries. Thankfully, only my hands had aged years from my powers being taken and they would eventually return to normal with time.

"Get some rest. I need to make some arrangements"

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep after that.

Back to present day, I find myself leaving my room and making my way to his. Hesitantly, I knocked on his door and awaited a response. The door eventually opens and I was met with Loki rubbing his tired eyes.

"(Y/N)?"

I could no longer keep my composure. I run into his arms, throwing my own around him and sobbing into his chest.

"I had a nightmare", I wept.

He sighs in relief, before holding me.

"I still see him when I close my eyes"

"Shhh, you're alright"

I pull away, sniffling and he wipes my tears away.

"Come in", he urged,

Gesturing to the inside of his room. I nod and walk in, taking a seat on the foot of his bed, as he followed suit.

"He can't get you. I won't let him", he reassured,

Taking my hand into his.

"You can't promise me that"

"That won't inhibit me from trying"

I take a deep breath, as he uses his hand to gently cup my cheek and turn me to face him.

"It won't"

"Could I um...stay here? Just for tonight", I sniffled,

"Of course", he reassures.

We get into bed and buried ourselves beneath the blanket. A few moments of silence goes by, till Loki spoke up.

"Was this the first nightmare?"

I was too embarrassed to reply, so I simply shook my head.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was ashamed. I didn't wanna worry you either"

"Ashamed? You've gone through the worst of it and here you were, worried about how I would see you? (Y/N), you don't have to pretend with me. You're allowed to express your pain"

Hearing him be so sincere and gentle was more than enough to calm my nerves. I scoot closer towards him and he welcomes me in with a warm embrace.

"You are here with me and as long as there is still life in my veins, I promise you, you are safe"

I crane my head up and he meets my gaze.

Maybe it was just the exhaustion that was getting to me, but in that moment, I felt something and I was sure he felt it too.

"Loki", I whispered,

Carefully bringing my hand to his cheek.

"Yes?"

Without wasting another precious second, I press my lips onto his. If you had told me months ago that Loki and I would be here, in this moment, I would've laughed in your face, but right now...all I could think about was how good he felt against me. How effortlessly his skilled hands would caress the expanse of my back.

For a while, he reciprocated the kiss with the same fervour that I had, but then suddenly, he pulled away from me with a gasp.

"We can't"

"Loki-"

"If you're doing this because you feel as though you owe me...don't"

I couldn't help but feel my heart ache at his words. He really thought this was just a pity kiss, when it was nothing of the sort.

With my hands still cupping his face, I spoke.

"Loki. You saved my life, yes...but this isn't just some act of me saying thank you. Don't get me wrong, I will forever be grateful, but this is not what tonight is about"

He watched me intently, anticipating what I had to say.

"Life could end at any given moment and I won't spend what could be my last days being afraid. I know should've said this sooner...but I've fallen for you", I confessed.

His shoulders relaxed at my words.

"You truly mean that?"

"With every fiber of my being", I reassured,

Rubbing my thumbs back and forth on the apples of his cheeks. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, before continuing.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that"

All the weight that had been burdening me for weeks had finally been taken off my shoulders. He brushes a hair away from my forehead, before continuing to speak.

"You saved me from the moment you met me. You gave me another chance at redemption...and I will never"

He presses a kiss to my forehead.

"Ever"

He pressed one more to my cheek.

"Be able to thank you enough"

He presses a final one to my lips.

"If you'll have me, darling, I would love to show you the depths of my devotion"

I couldn't help, but blush at his request.

"I'd love nothing more" I exhaled.

That was all the god of mischief needed to hear, before grinning like a wild cat and pouncing onto me.

Our lips meet in a heated exchange, as his hands used my hips to pull me in closer. Every inch of my skin was burning for more. All the secret pining and anticipation has lead us to this very moment and I knew there was no going back from here. Not that I had any plans of doing so.

At some point, he flips us over so that I was on top, straddling the expanse of his thighs. I pull away for a moment to grasp at the bottom off my sweater and pull it off over my head. I was now left completely topless.

A coy smile tugs at his lips and his hands make their way up my waist, till they gently settled on my breasts.

"Had I known this was what awaited me beneath your clothes, I would've invaded New York much sooner", he joked,

Making me chuckle, whilst biting back a smile and shamelessly rolling my hips against his erection.

"Glorious, every inch of you", he exhaled.

Every word he spoke had me losing my breath. Though, it should come as no surprise to me, as he was always so effortless with them. He didn't have to say or do much to make me melt and he knew it.

Growing impatient with me teasingly grinding on him, he flips us over once more, causing a surprised gasp to escape me.

"You will be the death of me", he murmured under his breath,

Kissing me again. His lips eventually trail down my neck, the valley between my breasts, till he wrapped them around one of my eager buds, using the tip of his tongue to draw firm circles. The sinful noises spewing out of me only encouraging him further.

Once he was done showering both my hardened nips with attention, he journeyed down farther, before yanking my shorts and underwear off and pulling my thighs apart. I couldn't help but feel a chill run up my spine, seeing him stare at me with now darkened eyes.

"At long last"

He drags a finger up my drenched slit.

"A feast worth dying for", he whispered,

Finally lowering his head. I gasp at the contact, feeling his tongue clean up the mess he caused. My hands flying up at his hair, grasping at the roots.

"Loki", I whimpered,

As my legs tighten around his head. I was only met with approving hums and his hands keeping my legs apart, allowing him to continue savoring the taste of me.

"Even the sweetest fruits fall bitter at your presence", he mumbled against my bundle of nerves,

Sucking it in like the last thing he'd ever have.

I already found myself trying to fight of the nearing climax that was threatening to overtake me.

It would've been less of a struggle, had he not decided to slip two of his digits into my needy cavern, repeatedly pressing into my sweet spot. He was oh so precise with his ministrations.

"You're close, I can feel it. Do not deny me of that. Come undone for me, darling. Show me how good I make you feel"

That was the final push I needed for the knot in my stomach to snap apart and unravel. My vision fading for a moment, as my body tensed to welcome in the euphoric high.

Eventually, I grow limp coming down from my orgasm and he slowly made his way back up to my lips.

"Do you taste yourself? So exquisite, so rich. I must have you"

"Then take me", I demanded,

Holding the back of his neck.

"I was only ever yours to take"

I could tell that unlocked something within him. Like I had just awoken a beast that was already trying to claw its way out. Giving me one last mischievous smirk, he sits up, pulling his own boxers off, revealing his painfully hard cock that was begging to be soothed.

"Do you see what you do to me? Driving me up the walls by simply just being? I will ravish you to no end"

"Stop talking and just do it"

He chuckles deeply and reunites our lips once again, before tossing my legs around his waist. He takes his member into his hand, pressing the red aching tip against my sensitive clit. My back arching off the mattress as a result.

"So responsive to my touch. Will you be good for me?"

"Yes", I whispered,

And before I knew it, he plunges himself into me, resulting in another gasp to escape my parted lips.

"You are just as I'd dreamt", he groaned into my ear.

After giving me a moment to adjust, he slowly pulled his hips back, before thrusting back inside of me.

"You feel so good around me"

It didn't take long for his pace to pick up momentum. Within what felt like seconds, he began pounding mercilessly into my heat. His arms bound tightly around me waist preventing me from slipping away, as if I had any plans to.

That same familiar feeling that overwhelmed me not too long ago already building up.

Loki wasn't that far behind either. I could tell by the tempo of his movements faltering with each passing second.

"I cannot hold back any longer. Come with me, darling. Now", he struggled,

As we both fall into it together. I claw down at the alabaster skin of his back, whilst he gripped onto me for dear life, emptying himself into my pulsing walls. He then collapses on top of me and we take a moment to catch our breaths.

By the end, the room smelled of sex, sweat and the apple cinnamon candle illuminating the darkness.

He then musters the remaining of his strengths to carefully pull out of me and place me atop his sweaty chest.

"Nothing and no one will ever hurt you again. Not while I can help it", he promised,

Kissing the top of my head.

#loki laufeyson #mcu #loki laufesyon x reader #loki laufeyson oneshot #loki laufeyson fanfic #loki laufeyson fluff #loki laufeyson angst #loki laufeyson smut #tom hiddleston

[5secondsofsomerhalder]

Italy is on a quest to collect all of Europe’s infinity stones

#I don’t know what’s next #what else do we have here besides Eurovision and football #do they already have all of Europe’s infinity stones??? #euro 2020 #Eurovision #Italy #maneskin #måneskin

[worstloki]

hi! do you have any recommendations for loki/tesseract fic, but like, cube edition? Like no humanoid form or anything for tess just a straight up Box and everyone around them is like ????

yep! note that not all of these are *romantic* but do have Loki and the Tesseract attached - and that the ones towards the end on this list have a lil Infinoki as well (there is a Tesseroki collection on ao3 as well as a Loki/Infinity Stones one!)

Entanglement by Stellophia, worstloki : Broken, exhausted, and fresh out of the torture chamber, Loki arrives on Earth to fetch the Tesseract for the Mad Titan, but instead... finds himself connected to it through a soul-bond. Which is odd, to say the least, because the Tesseract is an ancient entity of unimaginable cosmic power, and Loki has never been one for any sort of sexual or romantic love anyway.

Extreme badassery, well-deserved vengeance, and dates across Europe ensue. [COMPLETE]

A Deep Mark by withthekeyisking : Thor and Heimdall agreed that they'd both watched Loki die too many times. Because of that, it was understood that if it was within their power, neither of them would let it happen again.

With that in mind, Heimdall sends Loki to earth along with Bruce. [COMPLETE]

truth more than knowledge by Lise : When Loki sees the Tesseract sitting in the Vault, of course he's going to take it. He can't possibly do anything else.

No, really. He can't. [COMPLETE]

Dissonance by Stellophia : Hel, Loki discovers, is very different from what Asgard’s bards described it as—it’s called Sanctuary, for one.

No one survives the Void, he knows; no one survives the complete and utter lack of matter and of sensation and everything except a sea of empty space of the cosmic abyss, the choking pitch-black darkness, and the numbing near-absolute zero temperatures; no one survives a wormhole’s onslaught tearing their body apart into its very atoms. There is no way Loki could have been an exception. He is dead, as he meant to be.

Except, unless the Land of the Dishonoured Dead is ruled by the cult of the omnicidal maniac that has been culling entire planets in the outer sectors of the galaxy for tens of decades now, Loki is, rather unfortunately, somehow still alive.

And very, very fucked.

Or: Loki survives the embrace of the Void, only to find himself handed a fate a thousand times worse than anything Helheim could ever concoct.

Except, he’s not alone. [COMPLETE]

Abandoned Relics by Flyingbooks42 : Loki gets some moments to himself after being "offered" (read: coerced into through both emotional manipulation and physical threats) a job by the TVA and talks to the Tesseract. [COMPLETE]

Three Lokis enter the TVA by EriuSango : A Jötunn Loki, an Asgardian Loki and a Midgardian Loki enter the TVA. It sounds like the beginning of a joke, but it's also the beginning of this crackfic!

Luckily for them, Jötunn Loki is already an expert at breaking out of the TVA and is willing to help them all get out of there no matter what it takes.

In this absurd and trashy fanfic, our protagonist, the Midgardian Loki, will slowly discover what it means to be a Loki, and how much the TVA hates them. Except Casey, but Casey doesn't hate anyone. [COMPLETE]

Loki's Death-Defying Adventures by Doctor_Disc0: Where did Loki go when he disappeared for a few minutes in Infinity War? What did he do during that time? And is a fourth-wall-breaking Loki too powerful? [ONGOING]

Unleashed by DragonTemple6 : What should have happened at the end of Avengers.

What happens when the mind control on Loki breaks? Who will suffer the wrath of a pissed off Chaos God? [COMPLETE]

Everyone's A Love Bird by worstloki : Bruce and Thor are getting chummy. Loki's getting successful with a cube. Valkyrie does not want to be on the Statesman. [COMPLETE]

The Great and the Small by IllegalCerebral : For the longest time Soul stood alone. She could feel her sisters out in the vastness of the universe and they called to each but never touched. They passed from world to world through the hands of tyrants and messiahs, heroes and villains but Soul stood alone. She was content to watch and wait. When you’ve been alive longer than the universe you have a very different sense of time after all.

The stones watch as Thanos makes his plans and the Avengers stand against him. They will not be bent to anyone's will and they have the power to prevent that. [COMPLETE]

Infinite by BurntOffering : In the deep black void of outer space, the body of Loki opens its eyes. [ONGOING]

Hollow Skies by SanguineNoctis: Loki's been captured by one of the Avengers but his punishment turns out to be far worse than he could ever imagine. [INCOMPLETE]

Infinity Love by GayRainbowBridge, Infinoki_Tesseroki : Thanos tortures Loki beyond measure in order to break his mind and spirit as the god of Mischief refuses to help Thanos in retrieving the Tesseract from Earth. Despite all of Thanos' best efforts to break the god, Loki won't submit.

As it turns out, each infinity stone Loki comes into contact with happen to like Loki and all eventually seek to protect him and even help him to foil Thanos's plans to annihilate half the universes population. [ONGOING]

Let Me Give You My Life by Whatafuckingdumbass : After Frigga's funeral, Loki starts hearing a voice. It changes their life completely. [COMPLETE]

Nonconforming Cyclic Cosmology by Flyingbooks42 : Conformal Cyclic Cosmology: a cosmological model in which the future timelike infinity of a universe is the Big Bang singularity of the next

“‘Undying.’ You should choose your words more carefully.” Ironic. Loki had chosen them perfectly.

In which death is only the beginning (and in a way the ending) of an eons-spanning plan to do the impossible. [ONGOING]

#that's all i can see right now XD #happy reading #tesseroki #fic recs #Language! #L!

[satorinnie]

love and war

pairing; gojo satoru x f!reader

genre; angst

wc; 3,6k

warnings; jjk manga spoilers

notes; i think its obvious the ending is a bit rushed but i still tried my best :/ got the motivation to write the ending but then lost it again...but i wanted to post it today so here it goes. would love to hear feedback on it!

it wasn’t meant to play out like this. no, he wasn’t meant to find out about it, not like this at least.

that was the last thing you ever wanted.

everything was going so fine, maybe too fine, but still, nonetheless, things were perfect between the two of you just this morning. how did it come to this?

he was looking at you, blindfold off, crescent blue eyes reflecting each emotion he held so so openly. the only times you saw him this vulnerable was when the two of you had talked about his past, his regrets, and what if’s. his eyes were full of adoration at that time, looking at you like you were a pure blessing from the heavens, an angel sent to save him from his drowning thoughts, to let him be himself.

but now, now they were looking at you with so much hurt, anger, regret, and oh so heartbroken.

you had seen, witnessed, first-hand what the receiving end of gojo’s furious gaze ended with. it wasn’t pleasant, that’s for sure, and you had sworn to yourself you would never be on the receiving end of it.

oh, how the tables have turned.

it was understandable why he was so mad; god knows you would be too. because you, who had delicately pieced back his broken heart and trust after the events of getou, had now broken it, by your very own hands at that.

how did it all come to this? you had no idea. you knew starting a relationship with him was wrong and off-limits from the very beginning, but the temptation had surpassed your rationality just like eve when she bit the apple. you never thought you’d fall this deep down the hole, so deep that you forgot–no, ignored your true mission.

to monitor gojo satoru and sukuna’s vessel and kill them when you got the order.

it was last year when the head sorcerers in england had given you this mission. if gojo was unbeatable and unrivaled in japan, you were the same in england. perhaps your curse technique wasn’t as strong as his, but it was versatile and a very reliable technique.

after itardori yuuji became the only sukuna’s vessel, japan wasn’t the only country sour about the thought of it; in fact, it had caused a panic in europe as well. and as england was the country that ruled the jujutsu world in europe, you were assigned with monitoring the vessel and the owner of the six eyes. they wanted their eyes and hands on the boy with the infinity.

but you befriending everyone there, joking with the curse himself, and becoming lovers with the one and only gojo satoru was definitely not how you planned for things to go. it spelled trouble from the beginning, getting close to the shaman who had an ego and power rivaling the gods. but, unfortunately, you were now too deep to just leave without explaining everything to him, and even hoping for a chance that he’d forgive the lies you fed him throughout your times together was a little farfetched.

how could you make him believe that everything you said was genuine, and out of true love? the answer was you couldn’t because the betrayal in his eyes was enough for you to gulp down those hopes, taking a deep breath to prepare for the argument that was about to come. “look–satoru, please let me explain and don’t jump to conclusions.” you lifted your hands in front of you as an act to calm him down, walking closer to him with a futile attempt to hold his hands.

“explain what?” a laugh escaped his throat, one mixed with desperation and madness, “that everything between us was a lie? a mission for you? how do you plan on slithering your way out of this now, huh?” his voice rising with each word he was spitting out of his mouth.

you were desperately trying to keep up the expression that you had everything together, when in fact, you didn’t at all. your hands were starting to shake because you were scared of losing the man in front of you whom you were utterly in love with. the boy with the infinity held your heart in his palms, and he had no idea about it. “nothing was a lie, alright! i know how that document looked, and i can’t lie and tell you that isn’t true, but my love for you is–”

“keep those fucking lies to yourself y/n–you know, everyone knows already. megumi, yuuji, maki, even shoko–”

“stop cutting me, gojo! i know it might be unforgivable, but you have to believe me when i say i forgot about the mission. i love you, okay? i am undeniably and utterly in love with you, and that’s why i’ve been ignoring every call, every message they’ve been sending me about the task because i can’t do it!” you were screaming now, hands in the air, trying to voice out every single emotion you were feeling in that moment.

“well, it’s too bad that i don’t love you anymore! you know, i’ve known about this for a few weeks now and was hoping you’d open up to me about it, but–”

you froze at his last sentence.

“–you what? so you’re telling me that everything that happened in between us during those weeks was an act? all fake? you were just waiting for me to open up so you could what, break my heart in a more grand way?” now you had to give it to him, not only was he secretly smart, he was also a great actor who had you fooled for weeks now. the room was silent after your words, both your eyes staring deep into each other; you, waiting for his answer.

and you watched as he opened and closed his mouth, not sure how to answer your question. but you knew what that meant; with his hesitance, you had found your answer. breaking your eye contact, you looked down at the floors of the home you used to share; you could hear your heart shattering into millions of pieces with just the sound of his breathing.

“alright,” you whispered into the air. running your hand over your face, you leaned back against the kitchen counter. “so how will this go? are you going to let me go or are we gonna have a full-on fight right now? or is everyone already waiting outside the door to capture me?” you were doing your best to avoid eye contact, it was already too heard keeping your tears from falling, and you knew one more look at the eyes you loved so much would break you.

there was silence for a few minutes, but in your eyes, a few minutes was an eternity long. the fact that he was debating the question you left was heartbreaking already. but you weren’t afraid to fight; you had come to japan prepared for the worst-case scenario, and getting to know satoru up close, you believed you had a fair chance at winning.

“–im giving you twenty-four hours to leave this country. if you don’t–you know what’s to happen.” this had you lifting your head in the speed of lightning, eyes wide mouth agape, you could only watch as gojo satoru left your shared house without sparing you a single glance.

he was oblivious to how he carried your heart out the door when he left you stranded in the middle of the kitchen.

it was an hour after your discussion, and you were still in the same spot he left you. still standing, still too paralyzed to move. the reality of things being over was just starting to weigh on you, but you knew you had to start packing because not only gojo; but england was going to be after you too.

you failed the mission. and you didn’t plan on returning back.

war is a slippery slope. what would you do? becomes what will you do? becomes what have you done?

looking around the now-empty home, you built with gojo; tears started falling from your hallow eyes. so many memories resurfaced in one moment; it was overwhelming. the day your first saw him when he was trying to crack a joke at nanami to get him to smile. or the time he first asked you out admitting he had found you a force to be reckoned with and how you had managed to bewitch him. the day you accepted, the day he made you see stars behind your eyes from pure bliss. the day he proposed living together. the day you danced around the living room with his obnoxious music playing at the back, head laid against his chest humming to the melodies. how you felt like a family when you saw him and the students act so close–

how long has it been? how long have you been pushing your actual task behind the lies and excuses you fed yourself. was that person you? the ever so stone-hearted y/n breaking her facade for the boy with infinity.

my god, my god, whose performance am i watching? how many people am i? who am i? what is this space between myself and myself?

it was all getting too much. when had you fallen down the hole to never leave again? should you be grateful, or should you curse the fact that despite all misfortune, you can still feel love and unearthly love but still for earthly objects?

finally getting a grip on yourself, your feet moved down the hall to your shared bedroom, and without wasting a glance at his side, you quickly started to pack your stuff to leave japan.

gojo wasn’t doing well himself. he thought he had finally found true happiness after all the loss he had to go through, and it all turned out to be nothing but an act built on lies. after he left your shared home, he had wandered around in the streets with no destination in mind and the cold chilly air blowing past him. his blindfold was still off, the moon making his crystal blue eyes shine even more, still with unshed tears at the brink of it—a dam about to break.

he knew he lied to you when he told you he didn’t love you anymore and only hoped the years of the facade he had to keep up was enough to fool you into believing his words when in fact, it was the very opposite. he loved you so much–so much that it broke him when he read the document that was mailed to you weeks ago. you and him were an inseparable duo–the strongest and his tamer. the boy with the infinity and the girl who held him down with gravity.

upon wandering the streets for god knows how many hours, he found himself in front of a riverbank. the light of the moon was radiating, creating a painting of a million stories for the broken boy. but while being so engrossed with the view in front of him, he had failed to feel someone creeping up behind him; with his infinity down, nanami was able to lend a hand on his shoulder. “i’m assuming you talked with her.” he broke the silence.

his silenced gaze worried his friend; they promised to keep it between themselves. while nanami believed letting the kids know would be the better choice, gojo was adamant about keeping your good image in front of them. he knew how much they adored you, and he would hate to be the one to break it to them. “i did.”

“and what choice did you go with?”

“i gave her a full day to leave, and if otherwise–” he gulped down the lump forming in his throat, “–if otherwise, i told her i would fight her.” tears now slowly starting to trail down his porcelain skin, an odd view to see for his foes.

“you did the right thing.” nanami tried his best to console him in a way. this was a new image for him; he never saw gojo break down like this; the last time he saw his best friend (he would never admit that to his face, though) like this was when he had to kill getou, even then he had managed to keep up the aloof facade. but he knew his feeling for you ran much, much deeper than that. he has witnessed what your companionship had done to him. it was what pieced him back, and now what broke him.

it’s been years since you left, but you were back now. back in japan after two years of staying away, traveling to many different countries, on the runaway from the higher-ups in england. you would’ve preferred your return to be on good news and such, but unfortunately, it was the opposite. your friends back in england had informed you about how they planned on ending gojo’s life once in for all today with a team of experienced sorcerers, and although you wanted to keep away from trouble as much you could, you couldn’t let the man you love die.

with your hood covering your face, you walked down the streets of shibuya, the once war zone that led to many disastrous events in the past years under your feet. you heard about everything; the culling game and the capture of gojo satoru, thank god those were all in the past now, and everyone was well–except nanami, and the new had broken you. just like gojo and the students, he also had a special place in your heart, his calm attitude always grounding you. you don’t think his last thoughts of you were good–considering what gojo had told you the night you left, but still, his death was unexpected news to you.

you didn’t know how you were going to approach the topic; there was a big chance they’d attack you the second you entered their line of vision, not allowing you to voice out the news–but it was worth the try nonetheless. taking your hood down, you entered a cafe; the need for caffeine after the long flight back here was strong, the anxiousness and stress not allowing you to sleep. what you didn’t expect was seeing the three first years–now third years–you loved so much sitting in the cafe chatting idly, not noticing you. you wanted to keep it that way, but on your way out, a feminine voice called out your name. “y/n sensei? is that you?”

your steps halted, freezing in your stop. the confrontation was inevitable now, causing a stir in a crowded place was the last thing you wanted so you turned around to see nobara staring at you with wide eyes, megumi and itadori behind shocked just as her. what you didn’t expect was her running straight at your engulfing you with wide arms; a big grin plastered on her face. “where were you! you disappeared out of nowhere, and gojo sensei wouldn’t tell us anything! we were really worried; you left me alone with these two idiots–you know you’re the only one who understands my pain–”

“–i’m sorry, i had to go on an abroad mission, and it took too long. it’s good to be back.” you hugged her back tightly, still trying to process the new information she threw at you. gojo had lied, and that made you question everything you believed in. had he also lied about his love for you back then? but that was for later–for now, you wanted to cherish this news and spend time with your favorite students, learn about their well-being and their stories.

“come on, let’s sit shall we? we got lots to catch up on.”

it was now midnight, and you were waiting somewhere in the middle of the forest for your dreaded meeting with gojo. you managed to convince the kids into telling gojo to meet you here without actually letting him know it was you. they were excited, to say the least, talking about how you and he were the epitomai of soulmates, two pieces meant to find each other, filling up the gaping hole you both had. you were very nervous, fidgeting in your spot, hiding behind the tree waiting for him to arrive, and when you heard footsteps nearing you–you knew this was it, heart pounding like crazy.

walking out of your hiding spot, you slowly made your way over to him, hands stiff at your sides anticipating his reaction. “gojo.” he looked at you, blindfold on this time. still, you could see his displeasure from how his body stiffened at your voice, looking at you with a straight face. “what’re you doing here? i thought i told you to leave.” you sighed, walking closer to him, “i know, and i am going to leave again, but before that, i need to tell you something–” you were cut off by the powerful shake of the ground, throwing you off balance resulting in you falling to the ground.

behind you were your old friends from england, standing tall and mighty together–a force to be reckoned with; you were once one of them, but alas, that was the past. “thanks you leading us straight to him y/n.” elizabeth smirked looking at your fallen state, “you made things a whole lot easier for us.” she continued. looking back at gojo, you were surprised to see his hands locked in some type of chain. how did they manage to get past his infinity–unless he didn’t have it on in the first place. did let his guard down once he saw you? why would he do that?

“no, no, no– leave him alone, elizabeth! i swear to god i’ll rain hell upon all of you!” you stood up desperately trying to leave the makeshift cage your friend had put you in when a sudden idea came to you. it was risky, but it would save him, and that–that was all you needed, your purpose of coming here in the first place.

“lover boy is being quite over there. what is it? cat got your tongue?” she was taunting you and definitely enjoying it too. walking closer to you, she neared your face while the others were beside gojo, “you’re both fools believing you guys could be together in the first place, that’s how it works–” she was cut off by the stomp of your foot on the ground lifting a piece of rock–the one gojo was on, up to the air, away from your ex-friends. if you couldn’t save yourself, you could at least save him; apologize for your past mistakes.

from where you were, you couldn’t do much, but you used all your might to send rock flying in the air towards them meanwhile keeping gojo away from them. your cursed technique was called upon the tainted sorrow, the ability to manipulate gravity, and it was unrivaled in europe. you trained too much to reach where you were, the strongest just like gojo, but even the strong can fall, and all it takes is the blink of an eye.

you were on the ground again, but this time blood pouring from your insides, a deadly piercing through your abdomen. while you were so engrossed with trying to keep gojo safe, you hadn’t realized he was already off the piece of rock fighting the rest. and he had made the mistake of underestimating them, resulting in the struggle. but that distraction was enough for elizabeth to pierce the cursed knife through you.

one second you were on the ground; the next, you were in someone’s arms. looking up, you were met with the crystal blue eyes you had grown to love staring right back at yours. this reminded you of the moments where you used to lay on his chest, hands tangled in his snow-white hair, his hands keeping you tight against him, eyes staring at each other with nothing but love. how unfortunate things weren’t that way now. you bleeding onto his hands which hopelessly applied pressure to your wound in hopes of saving you, his blindfold now off, tears slowly caressing his face. it was a sight for the eyes. you lifted your hand up to cup his cheek, imprinting a red hand mark right where you touched him, “satoru–”

“save your breath, i called for shoko; she’ll be here any minute, and we can save you–” you silenced him with your thumb on his lips, “satoru, this was inevitable, even if you save me now, they’ll still be after me. it’ll be a never-ending cycle.”

“no, i can keep you safe, y/n. remember? it’s us against the world, baby. always has been and always will be.” he kissed your forehead, still keeping you close. his eyes were shut tight; he could feel your consciousness slipping away and knew he couldn’t save you. but can’t a man hope? and as you uttered your last words, body temperature turning cold, breathing stopping, he knew right then and there this was where he lost it all. this was how he lost the light of his world, in his own hands, between his arms.

“for what it’s worth, i love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard.” and he knew those words would haunt him for an eternity. follow him wherever he went. the ghost of you will always be with him, never leaving. you will hold him down by gravity with just your soul. yet he still wanted to curse the gods for taking you away from him, his fresh breath of air, his anchor.

your love was strong, but the timing was wrong, and love decided that you both didn’t belong.

#jjk gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo angst #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen angst

[cumbergirl]

Order and Chaos- Chapter Four

chapter three

The cerimony was brief, and neither did you or Wanda felt any differentely. You still fear Aghata and her tricks, that was pretty much all the same. But you trusted Stephen with the spell, so that gave you peace for now.

-I'm sorry, Steph...What?- Y/N asks in confusion, coming back to earth, not understanding one word of what the wizard had just said.

-Wong says that someone is in the Sanctum. We have to go. Now.- He says creating a portal, and you follow him with Wanda and Aghata right behind you.

-Who is it?- Stephen asks Wong while entering the hall. Looking around.

-Well...-Wong doesn't get to finish his sentence as a black haired guy with a mischiveous smile cuts him. He looks handsome in fine clothes and a fancy posture.

-Oh, hello. You must be the wizard.

And then it clicked in your brain. Loki. The god of mischief. Thor's, the avenger, brother. The guy who tried to destroy the city of New York a decade ago.

-You got to be kiding me. So Banner was right after all. You holding control of the tesseract was going to mess the time line up.- Stephen says with a annoyed expression.

-How did you came back to this timeline, Loki?- Wanda asks.

-Through you, of course.

-What?- she asks back, frowning.

-What do you mean what? You're a nexus being, at least thats what they've told me.

-A what?- Wanda looks clueless.

-You really have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?- Loki looks surprised.

-Ok...please...Loki. Explain to us.- You cut him, getting impacient. And recieve a flitartious look, what makes Stephen annoyed.

-In resolution...after I got the tesseract, I end up in some time company. They are basicaly the people who take care of the time in our reality, keeping the "sacred time line" untouched and "safe". They couldn't send me to my timeline again, since Steve Rogers had already solved the problem. Therefore, they wanted to send me back to this one, but without the tesseract. They didn't want another infinity stone out of place, so they destroyed it. Thats when Wanda displayed a considerable amout of caos magic, leaving the patch open so I could be pushed here.

-So what are you doing this time? Destroying Europe?- Stephen asks.

-No...thats not necessary. You see, I just need a little favor. I've been trying to find my brother, Thor, for over a year. I need you help, please, I need to...ask something of him.

-Great, deal. You're a god, I assume you will be helpful. But let me be clear, if you step one toe out of line, you wont get a third chance,

-What? Strange, you can't possibily be considering trusting this guy. He is not the Loki that gave his life to help save the universe.- Wanda looks at Stephen. And you notice Loki's sad smile as he looks down.

-I don't expect you to...understand me. I just need to see my brother, I'll do whatever it takes.

-He is not lying.- You sudenly say.

-How do you know that?- Wanda turns to you.

-He is looking for a sense of purpose, forgiveness.- You answer back, looking into Loki's eyes, what seems to disturb Stephen- Take a look, Wanda. You'll sense it.

-You can't know that he is now deceiving you. I can not see enything- Wanda tries to explain, but Aghata cuts her off.

-He couldn't deceive her. That would be, lets say...naturally impossible.

-What do you mean by that?- Stephen asks in confusion.

-You'll see... in the right moment. I can't lie to her...can I? But, as for now, I have another explanation to give, for now.- Aghata says, putting her hands together and taking a deep breath.

-Well, you're finally saying something, so go ahead.- You answer annoyed.

-Yes, that fight in Westville made it possible to Loki pass through a reality to another. But also, that amount of chaos magic...it woke something up. A power that none of you have ever seen. A power that feeds on chaos.

The room felt silent. It was like the realization had hit everyone at once. A universe with no infinity stones. A messed up time line. A powerful witch full of chaos magic. They were standing over a full plate of delicious snacks to a unknown monster. And they were the main course.

#doctor strange #doctor strange x reader #stephen trange x reader #doctor strange fanfic #benedict cumberbatch #cumberfic

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Meant to Be

Characters: Spencer Reid x Maximoff!Reader, Wanda Maximoff, minor characters

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: fluff, minor angst

Summary: As a Maximoff, all you ever wanted to do was stay close to your family and protect them, but you were sent away to a summer camp for years. While there, you met a friend who you learned to love. However, your parents died, and you and your siblings underwent experiments that turned you into supers. You have a duty to protect innocent people from bad guys, but you never forgot about the boy from the camp... until he gets caught in your life.

summer camp @crossoverbingo

trust and vows @trope-bingo

superheroes/superpowers @foundfamilybingo​

crossover @marvelfluffbingo​

betrayal @cmbingo​

Author’s Note: If you have any requests, please send them in! this is unbeta’d and every mistake is all on me.

It sucks being the younger sibling of three because you don’t really get a say when they tell you to do something. With your parents being the hard workers they are, they don’t really have time to take care of you as much as they did with your older siblings. You were a mistake, or at least, that’s what your older brother liked to call you. Your older sister was always on your side, and you know you can count on her to always have your back.

It just sucks that you’re sent to a summer camp without them because they had more important things to do than to come with you. It’s not like your parents would say anything about it. The worst part is that the summer camp is in America--far away from your home. You live in Sokovia, which doesn’t really make much sense since the two countries are well over thousands of miles apart.

You’re all alone, and you have no one else to turn to. This camp houses a bunch of kids your age, so in theory, you should have no problem making friends. However, none of them are your friends. You don’t have much back home, and the ones you do are older than you. Your siblings want you to make friends your own age, and if you can do that here, then you know you can have friends from all over the world to visit.

It just sucks you’re the only different one here. Everyone else is from America, so they are easily able to adapt to their surroundings. All you know is poor houses and hard-working parents. This is far nicer than everything you’ve ever been to, so why aren’t your brother and sister here with you? They suffered the most, so they should know what life is like outside your small country.

Kids from all over the States gather with their friends, gossip, and laugh together. The camp counselors have already checked you in, so they aren’t going to waste any more time trying to figure out where you belong since there are so many kids still left to be checked in. They won’t miss you when you’re gone, so you head off toward the back where there are fewer kids around.

There are some on the jungle gym and swings, but you bypass them to where a gazebo sits big and tall. There is no one around the area, so you think this is the perfect area to lay back and watch as the world passes you by. All you need to do is get through this summer so you never have to go back again. You’ll just tell your siblings that you had a terrible time and you cried every night because there were all these bullies. All you have to do is turn on the charm, and they are putty in your hands.

Without all the kids screaming and having fun, this place can be really beautiful. There is nothing a kid can do over here, so you determine that this is the spot you’ll be every day until you get to go home. Upon walking closer to the gazebo, you noticed a very small child reading to himself with a chessboard displayed out in front of him.

He’s so engrossed in the book about biochemistry that he doesn’t notice you right away. He wears glasses that are twice the size of his head, and the clothes he’s wearing are professional in away. He’s definitely not like the other kids, and you feel attracted to him. You’re only thirteen, but you know this guy is someone worth getting to know.

“Hello,” you state as you get closer to him.

He jumps in surprise that someone--a girl--is talking to him.

“Hello,” he says and goes back to reading his book.

“My name is Y/N Maximoff. What’s your name?”

“Spencer Reid.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Wouldn’t you rather be hanging out with your friends?” he asks, sliding his glasses further up his nose.

“I don’t have friends. I’m a long way from home right now,” you sigh.

He doesn’t give you verbal permission to sit with him, but he does scoot over on the very big sofas. You smile kindly and take a seat before noticing the other books around him.

“Where are you from? You have an accent.”

“I do. I’m from Sokovia in Eastern Europe. Everywhere I go, I’m just the weird kid with accent.”

“Wow, you really are a long way from home. That’s precisely five thousand, three hundred and nine miles which is equivalent to eight thousand, five hundred and forty-five kilometers away.”

“How did you know that?” you chuckle.

“I have an IQ of 187 and can read 20,000 words per minute. I am studying to take the finals I need to take in order to get my undergraduate degree.”

“Wow, you’re really smart. You like to play chess?” you ask, pointing to the board.

“I do. Do you?”

“I’ve never played before. Can you teach me?”

“Sure,” he smiles, closing his textbook to take a break from studying.

He doesn’t know why, but he feels attracted to you in a way he’s never felt for anyone else. Everyone he goes to school with is so much older than he is, so he doesn’t have time to focus on building relationships. Now that his mom forced him to go to something like this, he is able to make friends with kids his own age. They may not be on the same level of intellect as he is, but at least they are the same age.

There’s something about Spencer that keeps you wanting to go back for more. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t have time for petty drama or care for people who don’t care for him. Back home, all you ever see is people fighting for materialistic things because most people in your village are very poor. Spencer lets you have anything you want--not that you ask for much anyway.

Your original plan was to tell your siblings that you never wanted to go back, but that all changed when you met Spencer. You went back the next summer and the summer after that and the summer after that. Spencer became the person your sister and brother hoped you’d find. He only ever wanted to be with you and no one else, and you felt the same way. You don’t know what love is at your age, but you know what like is--what you feel for Spencer is definitely a lot more than like.

Then one summer, you just stopped coming. Your parents died at the hands of a Stark, and your siblings and you volunteered to be experimented on by Struker and his HYDRA army. They used the Infinity Stone inside Loki’s scepter to give you and your siblings your powers. You didn't know it at the time, but Strucker is the bad guy and Tony ended up being the good guy.

Though, going through all that pain and experimenting, there was one person that never left your mind: Spencer. You like to think what he accomplished after that last summer. Where is he? What is he doing now? Does he have a family of his own? Is he happy? Those are just some of the questions you ask yourself before you go to sleep every night in hopes you might get to find out someday.

The experiments that you and your siblings went through brought you back to the United States, but only after years. Your brother is gone now--killed in action. It’s just you and Wanda, and you have to stick together if you want to come out of this thing alive. There is no one else you can count on except for her--wherever she goes, you go.

After the battle of Sokovia, Tony took you, Wanda, Vision, and Sam in to train to become Avengers. Well, Steve and Natasha did. Tony took off to be with his girlfriend Pepper, but you knew you were in good hands with the assassin and the super-soldier. You two fought like hell to prove to them you were worthy of being part of their team, and it’s finally time that they let you in. They see you as one of their own, and that’s all you ever wanted.

Your powers are very similar, if not exactly like Wanda’s. She’s a completely different person than you are, but the Infinity Stone saw it as one and the same. That’s why your powers are just like hers compared to your brother’s. Having two of the same kind of witch is beneficial to the team since it’s such a good asset to control minds and have powers that move and destroy things.

You’re going to need two sets of the same powers for this one because the world is in danger yet again. There is some kind of attack on the President, so that’s where you and your team are fighting the evil ones. These bad people think if they can wipe out all the important rulers, then their team can strike every country and infiltrate their government to make the entire world bow down at their feet.

They have large guns and big weapons, but you have your powers which are more than enough.

“Take the west and I’ll cover the east. We’ll meet back with Steve and Natasha,” Wanda orders.

“You got it,” you state.

Your blue magic shoots out of your hand, causing you to shoot into the sky. While she is red, you are blue--opposite ends of the spectrum but equally as likable. You land in the middle of an intersection, but there are no cars coming. Everyone is out of them, running and screaming like chickens with their heads cut off.

More and more bad people in uniforms file through, shooting at anything that moves. Your magic encompasses one of them, and you slam him into the other, creating a domino effect.

“Go! Get out of here!” you yell and rush to evacuate the remaining civilians.

Cut off one head, two more grow back. Twice as many soldiers come rushing in, and you have to fend them off so they don’t hurt anyone else. Whatever you can find to do maximum damage, you use your magic to use the objects as weapons. Tables, shards of glass, cars, mailboxes, and everything else to slam into each and every one of the men.

You think you got them all, but then you notice a civilian by one of the skyscrapers, scared out of his mind. The terrorist has both the ground and the sky covered, and they aren’t afraid of doing maximum damage to anyone on the ground. You don’t know how they managed it, but the skyscraper by the stranger is collapsing. Without even thinking, you shoot your hands out in front of you, and your magic holds up the falling debris. It’s a lot of power for one person to hold, but you can’t let him die because of a mistake you made.

“Go! Get out of here!” you strain to yell.

The force of the building is enough to make you fall to your knees, but when you look back at the man, your heart and world stop.

“Spencer?” you gasp.

“Y/N?” he exclaims.

The building is getting heavier, and you know you won’t be able to hold it up for much longer.

“Go! Run!” you yell. He doesn’t waste any more time and just escapes. Just like that, he’s gone again. “Wanda!! Tony! I need some help over here! Unless you want me to crumble under this fucking building!”

“Language!” Steve says over the comm, and you just roll your eyes.

Your older sister and mentor come rushing in to help with you, and once you are safe to step back without the fear of dying, you look around for Spencer. He’s gone, again, and you have no way of finding him this time. You can’t dwell on this for long because there are still bad guys that need to be killed and people that need saving.

If it’s meant to be, then it’s meant to be.

Tony was able to find Spencer so easily that a baby could have done it. He stayed after the fight which should have told you he was willing to give you another chance, but he could be waiting to tell you to fuck off or something along the lines. You didn't do anything wrong, but you can’t help but feel like you did.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Wanda asks outside of the cafe Spencer requested to meet with you in.

“Yeah, he was my only friend at summer camp. We clicked and connected, and I just left him without even a goodbye.”

“Our parents died,” she sighs.

“Yeah, and I had every opportunity to tell him what was going on, but I didn’t. He deserves to know why. I won’t be long,” you say.

With one pat on the shoulder, you quickly head inside the cafe. Spencer is sitting by the window on the far corner, and he looks up when he hears you coming over.

“Hi, Spencer. Long time no see,” you chuckle dryly.

“What happened to the accent? It’s gone away.”

“I guess that’s what I get for spending so much time in America,” you chuckle and take a seat across from him. “Thank you for meeting with me.”

“I had to see you. I had to know that what I saw wasn’t in my head,” he sighs.

“I bet you have a ton of questions, but the one thing you need to know is that I didn’t leave you on purpose. I wanted to come back to you. You were always more than a friend to me, and I know you know that.”

“Then why didn’t you? I tried calling and messaging you, but you never responded back.”

“My parents died, and it was just me and my two siblings. I couldn’t leave them knowing what happened. They volunteered themselves and me for experiments with HYDRA and an Infinity Stone. It’s why I have these powers. I couldn’t go back to you the first time because I had obligations, and I couldn’t return without the fear of something bad happening to you. I was too afraid of messaging you because I know what you would have said, and I couldn’t bear to let you down or to betray your trust.”

“You didn’t let me down or betray me,” he says and grabs your hands from across the table. “I was just worried that my best friend had died.”

“In a way I did, I guess.”

“I can’t imagine what you’ve been through.”

“It wasn’t all bad. I’ve made a new family, but I realize that it’s incomplete without you in it. I don’t know what you’ve been up to or if you’ve made a family on your own, but I’m staying in town for a while and I hope you’ll let me take you out?”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” he smiles widely.

“You’ve gotten very handsome since the last time I saw you,” you compliment, your cheeks heating up just a bit.

“And you’ve gotten even more beautiful.”

If he lets you, then you’ll be adding him to your new found family. If he lets you, then you’re never going to let him go. If he lets you, then you’ll love him for everything he’s worth.

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[blushing-starker]

the incredible @puppypeter (check out their blog, it's amazing) asked for a soft, ageing starker and my heart cracked in two cuz I live for this dynamic. Can you tell I'm living for the sake of moodboards?

He loves Tony, he really does. But if the so called genius forgets his reading glasses one more time, Peter will lovingly shout at him. Because he had covered the entire lab in neon post it notes, programmed an alarm in each A.I and explicitly reminded Tony every day before the road trip. They were going to Europe and that implied museums and fancy menus and speeches and glasses so Tony wouldn't be squinting at tiny words whenever he was curious about something. But Peter was 99.999999% sure his boyfriend would accidentally forget to pack his things just so he could show the world Tony Stark was not ageing, no sir. Which is why Karen and Friday had helped Peter buy and safe guard thirty pairs of glasses in their luggage.

By the fourth day, they were all gone. Peter is seconds away from scolding Tony because this was important, it has to do with his health, dammit, when he turns around and there's a cat. His boyfriend is cooing at the feline, scratching beneath a furry chin and grinning when the cat begins pawing at the last pair of glasses they have. Does his heart melt at the sight? Yes. Was he still angry? Absolutely. Will he ask Tony how the hell he found a cat in the jet hangar? No. They've been together for eight months, Peter's used to animals just showing up and seeking Tony out.

"No." A hurt look is aimed at him and he won't laugh, he can't surrender even if the cat copies Tony's face and gives the most pitiful meow Peter has heard in eighteen years.

"But it's all alone here, Peter. And look, it's cute like you." It is a pretty cat, fur an almost identical shade to Tony's hair and the fluffiest tail a cat could posses. That's not the point though, is it?

"It could belong to someone in the area or have kittens. We can't just take them, Tony. And a cat is a responsibility. It's not like having DUM-E or Karen. You have to feed the cat, vaccinate them, pet them, clean them and not forget them in a hotel five cities away. I won't be at the house every day to remind you to look after yourself and a cat. "

The billionaire lights up and Peter knows he'll have a headache by the end of this.

It's been amazing to travel all over Europe, he's enjoyed exploring new places with Tony. After months of rising crime, overwhelming homework and hungry rivals choking the life out of them, a vacation was desperately needed. He's not in the mood to fight, but he will if he has to. Peter knows Tony is getting older and he doesn't care. Sure, he cares about his health and making Tony go to monthly check ups and take his vitamins and having his glasses so he could be safe and drive properly and-

Peter cares about his well being. Always. But he doesn't care that Tony's getting older and it's more obvious now than a year ago. There are wrinkles around teasing eyes and sexy graying temples and creaking joints, but that does not mean Peter loves this ridiculous man in front of him any less. He finds Tony gorgeous, always has and always will. It's not just about his body, it's Tony himself that's so attractive. And yeah, he also finds a silver fox Tony really fucking hot. He's 21, he can ogle whoever he wants.

Right now, however, he's staring Tony down.

It's not that he doesn't want to take in every stray and care for them. It's that he can't be sure Tony will remember to act accordingly.

"I asked around and apparently she's already been vaccinated and sterilized by the manager. No one's taken her home yet because most people have allergic family members. She just showed up a few days ago. You have to know that's weird. This cat appears the week we get here and she's already had her shots. What are the chances she'd strut out and start purring at me? Come on, Pete. The universe wants me to take this cat home."

His eyebrow twitches. He's sure of it when Tony glances up and sets his shoulders back. Every Avenger knew to prepare for a fight when Peter's face moved that way. This man would kill him. He's fucking certain he won't live to twenty-five.

"You forgot your glasses in every city we've been to. How am I supposed to let you take a cat with us? "

"I knew you'd have back ups," the blood rushes to his head and the cat snuggles closer to Tony, ears flattening when Peter's lip curls, "and anyway, I won't forget two cats in a hotel because they meow and move. How could I forget when they're alive and not something as small as reading glasses?"

Distantly, he's pleased. Happy with the knowledge that his boyfriend knows how to read him like a book. It's why they're great together, villain or no villain around to threaten their lives. That's something he'll preen over later while calling Ned. Now he smiles, teeth bared and eyes cold.

"Did you say two cats? Because I swear I'll leave you here, Tony. I've got Karen and a car and lots of sightseeing to do. If there's another cat, I will drive away and call Pepper to pick you up. And you know how she gets when you make her travel half way around the world, Tony. I will finish this trip. If you wanna keep the cats, then keep them. Here in a hotel, practicing how to care for them while I do what I wanted to do with you. Or you can send them to the house with someone else and join me. I know you, you're gonna end up with cats in the house. But I am not babysitting two cats while worrying about you too. I love you, I do. I won't do it, Tony."

His heart would be destroyed if anything happened to those cats and Peter had no plans to cry during this trip. Something shifts in Tony's face and he sighs, defeated. A pout is forming rather quickly and Peter can't believe this is the same man that saved the universe. His boyfriend is a child. He's head over heels in love with a child and Peter knows it. Christ, he won't last two minutes angry if Tony keeps sulking like that. It hurts too much.

Hands that have used Infinity Stones are softly setting the cat down when Peter groans, rocks on his heels and mentally curses his parents in law for bringing an insanely ridiculous man into the world.

"Fine, keep the cats. But you are not losing those glasses and I better see you taking all your pills. Ok, Tony? I mean it, they are your responsibility and I don't want you leaving them in a hotel because you were too busy thinking about something else-"

Tony drops the cat, pounces at him and he's suddenly in the air, strong arms twirling him in a circle. It's the silliest thing they've done in their whole trip and they'd taken pictures with a shoe as a tripod.

Laughter bubbles up and Peter is helpless to stop the joy that washes over him at the sight of his grinning boyfriend. He really loves this man.

He wraps his own hands around Tony's face, draws him in and kisses the smile that's replaced a pout. They stay like that, Peter straddling Tony, lips intertwined and laughter slipping out every few seconds. The cat meows at them for attention and he thanks Maria and Howard Stark for such an insanely wonderful boyfriend.

(They keep the cats, finish the trip and Tony never loses a pair of glasses again. Then again, he never had.)

Sorry for the weird spacing, tumblr doesn't like me.

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[marvelousmarvelimagines]

Only Human 

Pairing - Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary - Steve Request: For years Steve Rogers and you have been in love with each other, neither willing to admit your feelings and risk losing everything. Then Thanos’s army invades. Your best friend is stuck in space, an army is on their way to capture an Infinity Stone, and forced in two different directions, the two of you have to admit your feelings for each other before you part. Will it all be for nothing when the snap happens?

Word Count - 12,057

Warnings - Language, Smut, 18+

You had never realized that being somewhere you weren’t supposed to be could be this beautiful. 

The village reminded you of one of those old historical towns you see on the Travel Channel, simple, yet homely. Every corner a street light lit up its buildings in a warm glow that permeated through the coming darkness. They illuminated the water below you, blurry spots of yellow and orange only occasionally interrupted by shadows of the bridge you were sitting on. It was quiet for the most part, though every once in awhile you would hear a whispered conversation of a passing couple, the soft sounds of a leaf fluttering in a tree and the whistling of the wind. You could feel that the metal edge you sat on was cold, but as always your body adjusted to the temperature, leaving you in a content state as you waited. 

“Hey, I - uh, I brought you a hot chocolate.” 

A smile formed on your face as the man sat down beside you, his large legs dangling over the edge awkwardly as he tried to fit his large body in the small space the bridge allowed. “Did you?” You asked with an amused expression. 

You could see the exact moment his words and actions caught up with him, and it made your smile widen as he shook his head. “Yeah, I thought you might be cold, which I’m now realizing has never happened to you in your life.” He said, an embarrassed smile on his face as he ducked his head to avoid your gaze. 

“Doesn’t mean I don’t like hot chocolate.” You assured him, taking the cup from his hand and bringing it to your lips. “I just have the added perk of not ever burning my tongue on it.” 

Steve chuckled at that, glancing back at you as your body leaned into his before turning back to the view in front of the both of you. “Wish I could say the same.” He replied as he took a sip of his own. 

“Why do you keep drinking it then?” You asked, lifting your hand up to grip the edge of the bridge to support you so you could lean forward to look at him better. While your body didn’t react to it, you could still feel the heat as your knee rested against his. 

Steve put his cup down, twisting his body so he could look at you. “I guess it’s because we didn’t have the money for it when I was young, and by the time I could buy it myself, all we had was ration chocolate. It was made with skimmed milk powder instead.” 

A frown formed on your lips at the thought. “That sounds disgusting.” 

“That’s because it was.” He replied, his gaze returning to the water but not focusing on it, the far away look back in his eyes. 

You had noticed him doing that a lot. You figured it was because he hadn’t been back to Europe much since the War. How much of it he had seen back then you didn’t know, but it still had to bring up some memories. That on top of the constant moving from place to place, you knew he had to be more stressed than he would ever let anyone see. Your free hand rested beside his on the cool concrete of the bridge, and you stretched your pinky finger out to curl around his. Your heartbeat increased even more as his finger did the same, the small touch so reassuring and so calming at the same time. You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could, your phone began blaring AC/DC from your pocket. 

Your fingers fumbled for the device, leaning into Steve once more as you pulled it from your back pocket. Tony’s picture, a selfie with his face all scrunched up, greeted you, not that you hadn’t already known that from the song. You weren’t willing to break this moment though, and after a brief moment of hesitation you hit ignore. “Sorry,” You apologized. 

There was silence for a moment as you watched him consider your words. The pair still hadn’t spoken and it had put a strain on both of them though Tony would never admit it. Of course it made it difficult on you, loving your best friend and also loving his enemy. You didn’t want either of them to fight, but you knew this was their battle, and they needed to work it out on their own. “When does he expect you to come back?” Steve asked. 

“Tomorrow night. My flight leaves early, but . . . I think I’m going to go ahead and stay the night here first.” You replied, biting your bottom lip as you watched your legs swing back and forth over the water. “I wish you could come back with me.” You voiced, glancing over at him. 

“I don’t think Tony would appreciate that.” Steve replied, squeezing your pinky with his own. 

A sigh left your lips at his words, knowing he was right. That didn’t mean you had to like it. 

“If this is too hard on you, you don’t have to keep visiting-”

At his words you turned to him, letting go of his pinky so you could place a hand over his. “I don’t want to stop seeing you. Tony’s my best friend in the whole world, but Steve you’re . . .” What words would you use to describe how much Steve meant to you? There were so many you felt, and so many that you were afraid would scare him away. While you had an inkling his feelings were similar to yours, there was no promise he did. “You mean a lot to me. I don’t want you out of my life.” You settled on.

You felt his hand turn under your palm, his fingers spreading in between yours. His hand was so large it engulfed yours, but you didn’t mind one bit, enjoying the feeling of his calloused palm against your own. “This is all a mess isn’t it?” He asked, his shoulder brushing against yours and staying there. 

You nodded, and after a brief moment of attempting not to overthink, you laid your head against his shoulder, enjoying the comfort that his body brought to you and the way his head rested on top of your own. It was reassuring, the way his body reacted to your touch, and once again, the thought occurred to you that maybe this wasn’t as one sided as you were inclined to think. 

There was no telling how long the two of you sat there, each wrapped up in your own thoughts when Natasha interrupted. “Steve, Y/N,” you both turned to look at her, and this time your heart leaped into your chest for a different reason. The expression on her face was one you had seen before, and your hand tightened its grip on Steve’s. 

“What happened, Nat?” You managed to ask, your heart hitting overdrive in anxiety. 

The sympathy on her face stabbed into your heart. “It’s Tony. You two need to see this.” 

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“This is a terrible idea.” Natasha spoke up. 

“You’re right,” you agreed. You let your eyes travel over every person in the room, Rhodey, Bruce, Wanda, Natasha and last but not least, Steve, the one hiding his emotions better than the rest of them. The tension in his shoulders, the way he crossed his arms over his chest, the hard line of his jaw, you knew he didn’t approve. Of course he didn’t. If the roles were reversed, you wouldn’t approve either. “But I’m going to do it.” You said, your eyes focused on him. 

He met your gaze, and it was impossible not to see the worry there, but also the respect. You knew he might not like your decision, but he wasn’t going to stand in your way either. 

“Tony wouldn’t want you doing this for him, Y/N.” Rhodey spoke up. “Taking an untested spaceship you made with a sixteen year old -”

“Well, Tony’s not here to stop me because I didn’t answer the damn phone, Rhodey.” You told him, crossing your arms over your chest. “And that sixteen year old is smarter than everyone in this room put together.” 

Rhodey looked at Steve for confirmation, and with a brief tilt of his head he agreed with your words. “Okay, fine, but I still don’t see why it has to be you. Bruce just got back from space -”

“And that didn’t go so well for you, did it Bruce?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him. You didn’t want to embarrass the other Avenger, but the truth of the matter was, you were the only one capable of doing this. 

“I’m sorry guys, but she’s right,” Bruce admitted, looking down at his hands and fiddling with them. 

“Can any of the rest of your bodies adapt to their surroundings?” You asked, looking around the room and nodding at everyone’s averted gaze. “It’s gotta be me. I’m the safest option, and I’m not leaving him up there to die without doing something about it.” 

There was silence again, and you knew they were trying to come up with another argument to convince you this was a bad idea. No one spoke though until Steve said something again, calling you back to his unwavering gaze. “You’re going to do this?”

Without any hesitation, you nodded. 

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It had taken over five hours, double checking and triple checking each part of the ship to make sure it was going to function how it was supposed to. Following that, there had been a two hour video conference with Shuri to go over the numbers again. By the time you shut the light off inside the garage, you were confident it would at least get out of the atmosphere. If it would make it all the way to the tracker you had placed in Tony’s suit? That was another question, one you didn’t want to think about too hard. 

In fact, there were a lot of things you didn’t want to think about right now. Tomorrow you would be heading off into space while the rest of the team would be going to Wakanda to take Vision to Shuri. If anyone would be able to help him, it would be her. 

The worst part was that you knew how futile this could prove to be. Tony could already be dead for all you knew, but you owe it to him to try. You couldn’t live with yourself if you didn’t. So you were going to do this. Tomorrow you were going to go to space with the intentions of saving your best friend. 

Then there was the situation of the man who held your heart, but had no idea he did. 

Steve had avoided you since the moment you had answered his question. While part of you appreciated it, the other part of you had to see him before you took off. The timing was terrible. Everything was going to hell, and you had no clear indication that Steve Rogers had feelings for you either, but you weren’t about to go up into space and die without knowing. 

That was how you found yourself outside the door to his old room, the only place you could think he might be that wasn’t the gym. You hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and lifted your hand - 

“Y/N?” 

You turned and found Steve at the end of the hall, dressed comfortably and handsomely in his wife beater and sweatpants that rested low enough on his hips to make you gulp. Shaking those impure thoughts from your head, you dropped your arm. “I was . . . I was coming to talk to you.” 

His chuckle surprised you, mostly because of how awkward it sounded and how uncomfortable he looked, his hands shoved into his pockets and avoiding your gaze. “I’ve been outside your room for a while now waiting to talk to you.” 

“Trying to talk me out of it?” You asked, and watched his every move as he stepped closer to you, pausing a few feet away and meeting your gaze. 

It amazed you that after years of knowing Steve Rogers he still managed to take your breath away with a look, but the intensity there was hard to ignore. “No, this is your decision. I know you know what you’re doing. I’ve made some choices people didn’t agree with at the time too, so I’ve got to respect yours.” 

An often overlooked attractive trait that Steve displayed all the time was respect. You had never met a more respectful man in your life. You wished his mom was still alive so you could thank her for raising him that way. “Like crashing a plane into the Arctic?” You teased, biting your bottom lip. 

Did you imagine the way his eyes drifted to your lips at your motion? Surely you did . . . “Yeah, that’s one of them.” 

You chuckled, and shift your weight from one foot to the other, looking around the hallway one more time. You didn’t want to confess your feelings where anyone could walk by and witness your embarrassment if he didn’t feel the same. “Well, I would invite you inside so we could talk, but this isn’t my room so -” You gestured toward the door. 

“Right,” Steve replied, and you couldn’t help but notice the slight pink tinge to his ears as he stepped forward, placing his hand on the scanner, and holding the door open for you to enter. 

You had been in Steve’s apartment, but never had you been so nervous to be there. As much as you wanted to say the words, you still couldn’t form them with your mouth even though you had rehearsed them several times on the way over here, so instead, you spoke a new question. “If you weren’t going to change your mind, why did you want to talk to me?” You asked him, picking on the end of your shirt. 

“Do you - uh, want anything first? Tea, coffee, a sandwich?” Steve asked, and to your confusion he almost seemed a little uneasy. In fact, you’d dare say he was rivaling what you felt right now. 

“Not that you make,” you teased, trying to diffuse the situation somewhat with a grin directed at him. 

It worked a little, the tension eased somewhat as he returned your smile and lead you over to the couch, waiting until you had sat down before joining you. “Can’t say I blame you there.” 

Reaching out, you squeezed his knee for a moment. “I do appreciate the offer though.” You started to pull your hand away, but were surprised as he covered your hand with his own, keeping yours in place. “Steve?” 

Silence stretched between the two of you. You could tell that he was struggling with coming up with what he wanted to say by the furrow between his brows. “I - I’m not good at this sort of thing. I’m a hundred years old and still can’t talk to a beautiful dame without getting my words messed up.” 

At his words you the heat rushed to your face and your heart rate once again picked up. While several people at this point had pointed it out to you that the two of you were oblivious to each other’s feelings, hearing it from him, especially when you had been about to do the same, made you feel as if you were in some sort of dream. His next words brought you back down though. 

“And the timing is so bad. We’ve both got important jobs to do.” Steve said, though it seemed more like he was arguing with himself than talking to you. 

“We do,” You agreed, with a sinking heart. “Tomorrow you’ll be in Wakanda, and I’ll be in space. We have no idea what’s going to happen at either of those places.” 

“It would be a distraction for both of us. Attempting to start something and worrying about the other.” Steve continued, but his grip on your hand tightened. “We need to have total focus, you for Tony and me for everyone else.” 

Everyone else. That had always been Steve Roger’s number one priority. It was noble, the way he puts others before himself, even when it got in the way of his own happiness. It was also at times infuriating for you, especially in moments like this, when he was denying himself something it seemed he wanted. “Steve, can I ask you something?” 

He nodded, but still didn’t meet your gaze. 

“What do you want to do? Not what you should you do, what’s the right thing to do, what Captain America would do . . . What does Steve Rogers want to do?” You asked, fighting the desire to hold your breath as you waited for his answer.

It came much quicker than you expected. “Be with you.” He answered, turning his head so that he could look at you, the sincerity in those bright blue eyes filling your heart so much it was about to burst. It was true. Your feelings weren’t one sided at all. Steve Rogers wanted you, and he didn’t even know that you felt the same. Now that he had spoken, it was so much easier for you to reply. 

“You’ve already got me, Steve,” You told him, an affectionate smile on your face as a hesitant hand reached up to rest on his cheek. You almost sighed at how adorable he was as his head tilted into your hand, eager for your touch. “And all the rest of that? As far as I’m concerned, we’ve got about eight hours alone with each other, and we can talk about the rest when we see each other again.” 

“It won’t be a -”

You shake your head. “It won’t. Because I know I’m coming back, and I know you’re coming back. More like motivation, so we can see where this goes.” You told him, brushing your thumb across his cheekbone. Your breath got caught in your throat as you watched his face get closer to yours. 

“I don’t want you to think I’m saying this because it could be the end of the world, we might die tomorrow, and I want to take advantage of you.” Steve said, hesitation creeping into his voice. 

“You’re not that kind of man,” You assured him, breathless as his forehead rested against yours, and his hand began making its way up your thigh, still stopping at a respectful distance. “I hope you don’t think I’m saying I want you because of that either.” 

Steve shook his head, his warm skin pressing against you and causing chills throughout your body. “You’re not that kind of woman.” 

Your hand slid down to his neck, your thumb now tracing that strong jawline of his, still in disbelief that this was happening. Eyes fluttered shut for both of you as Steve’s nose bumped against yours, and you felt the heat of his breath on your lips. Pulse racing and stomach spinning, he met your lips with the softest touch, as if giving you the opportunity to pull away if you wanted to. 

Why would you ever want to do that? His lips were smooth as silk, as perfectly formed as the rest of him, supple and full, and you were sure you could spend the rest of your life kissing them. When he pulled away, your lips still a breath away from each other, there was a moment’s pause before you met his lips again, this time more passionate. 

While your lips were busy moving together, your hands became busy as well. His large hand covered your thigh, squeezing and massaging the muscles, even dipping into one of the holes of your jeans to brush against your bare skin. The feeling had a soft moan leaving your lips and your imagination wandering to places you’d been too nervous to even think about. Dream about? Sure. But now that you were physically there? Your hands shook as they continued their path, this time moving to his strong shoulders. Never something you thought you would get to spend time touching, you took your time, squeezing and exploring every dip and line of his muscles. 

Your touch got a reaction that was for sure. A groan left his lips as his hand on you tightened, attempting to pull you even closer, though because of the way you two were sitting, it made it more awkward. You pulled away, breathless and wanting to be even closer. You lifted your leg across him, pulling yourself into his lap. “Is this okay?” You asked, your whisper loud in the silent room as you caught his gaze. 

His eyes were almost black, blown out with desire as Steve nodded, his hands gripping your hips to pull you even closer so your body was pressed against his. “I just - I haven’t done this in a while -”

“I haven’t either.” You told him with a soft smile, your hands fiddling with the collar of his tank. 

There was a slight tug on your jacket and you looked down to see Steve’s hands had moved to pull at the fabric. “Can I take this off?” He asked. 

You nodded and dropped your arms so he could tug it off easier. Your stomach clenched as he leaned forward and his lips met your neck. The delicate touch made your eyes flutter closed and a sigh leave your lips. He tugged the jacket off your shoulders slow enough to drive you crazy with want, especially when he began kissing every new bit of skin that was revealed all the way down to the tips of your fingers. “You sure you haven’t done this in a while?” You asked, breathless, your eyes opening to follow every move he made as he kissed each one of your fingers. 

Your jacket hit the floor, but your breathing was so loud you didn’t hear it. Not like you could concentrate on it anyway as one of Steve’s hands slid under the back of your tank top, his large hand pressing on the small of your back to hold you close while his lips repeated their path, this time his teeth nipping at your skin. 

A moan of his name left your lips at the sensation which caused him to pause on your pulse point, sucking on it hard enough that you were sure he had left a mark. You couldn’t find it in you to care, not when it felt so good. Your hands, searching for something to hold, found his hair, gripping it tight between your fingers and giving it a little tug. 

You actions were rewarded with a moan as his hips thrust up into you hard and suddenly. He pulled away when he did, his face flushed. “Sorry, I didn’t -”

Before he could say anything else, you kissed him, molding your lips together and parting them enough so you could brush your tongue against his lips. You didn’t let the kiss get any deeper, pulling away to let your lips brush against his as you spoke. “Steve, it’s okay. You can’t hurt me remember?” 

By the expression on his face, it seemed like he had forgotten that fact. It was strange being the only person in the world that this man couldn’t cause harm to no matter how rough he was. You could see the tension he had been holding release as he realized that. You could definitely tell it when he met your lips again. He was no longer holding back, your lips moving together as his hands roamed across your skin, squeezing and exploring, but never going farther than what was considered proper. 

Until you rolled your hips down against him. 

He muttered a not nice language word that had you smirking a bit until you felt his hand slide up to the edge of your bra, cupping your breast through it. You let out a gasp at the sensation combined with the feeling of him growing harder underneath you with your continued actions. Your stomach erupted with butterflies, not only in excitement, but in trepidation too. There was quite a bit beneath you, more than you had ever had. 

As if he could sense your nervousness, he gripped your hips to still your movement. “If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to. I just want to spend time with you.” Steve murmured, his voice ringing sincerity as his nose brushed against yours. 

God could he be anymore perfect? How the hell could no one have snatched him up? Was everyone blind to how amazing this man was? Here he was, hard as a rock with you grinding on his lap, and yet if you decided you didn’t want to do this, he said he would be fine with it. Most men would be furious, but here was Steve, still the gentleman. 

All it did was make you want him more. 

“I want to do this, and I want to do this with you.” You assured him. “In fact,” you bite your lip, looking down because you knew you couldn’t look at him as you made this confession. “You’re the only guy I want to do this with. The only guy I’ve thought about doing this with for a long time now.” 

One of Steve’s hands left your hip to touch your chin, tilting it up so that you had to look into his eyes, seeing nothing but gentle adoration in them that calmed your racing heart. “You’re all I’ve thought about since the moment I met you.” 

The corners of your lips tugged up into a smile at his words, your heart almost bursting with affection for the man in front of you, and you leaned forward to meet his lips again, no hesitation in either of you as your lips parted to explore each other’s mouths. 

For not having a lot of experience, Steve Rogers was an excellent kisser. Not only were his lips soft and in sync with yours, he was intuitive, taking note of every little sigh and groan that you made. Not to mention the way his mouth moved against yours, pulling back once in a while so that you both could breath before going in again and keeping you right on the edge of wanting to keep kissing him forever or tearing his clothes off right here. 

He seemed to be able to sense your warring mind. His lips never leaving yours, his hands traveled from your hips to your thighs, squeezing for a moment before standing up and taking you with him back to where you assumed his room was. 

Even though he knew how strong you were, he still placed you down on his bed as if you were made of glass, fragile and precious, and when he joined you, slipping between your thighs like he was made to fit there, he hovered over you so that the only parts of you two touching were your lips and hips and as delicious as it was when he grinded into you, you wanted more. 

Your hand tugged at his shirt, and he took the hint, pulling away from you lips and lingering there for a moment before slipping his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. While you had seen him shirtless, patching up an injury of some sort, it had never been like this and somehow that made it even better. The tips of your fingers trailed up his abs, admiring the way that they clenched under your touch, the skin smooth and unscarred even though you knew it should be littered with them. 

You barely got to enjoy the view as Steve slid down your body and slipped his hands under your tank top again. His fingers made slow work of slipping it over you while he continued to get distracted by the new bit of skin revealed, worshiping it with his lips in a way that had your back arching off the bed. “Steve . . .” You moaned as he reached your breasts, pulling the cup down to take one in his mouth. 

His eyes flickered up to yours, beautiful lashes that made you envious framing them, but he continued his motions until you were writhing underneath him. It didn’t help as he kissed a path down your stomach, stopping right above your jeans. You arched your hips up, encouraging him to take them off with a whine. He complied, slipping them down your legs and tossing them away before resuming his exploration of your skin. 

Slow. That was how you would describe the pace he was setting right now. How he had so much self control you would never know. It wouldn’t be too much longer, and you might have to take matters into your own hands. But at the same time, it was amazing, feeling the man you had been in love with for so long treating you with such care and devotion, not wanting to rush it. 

Your impatience was getting the best of you though. 

Knotting your fingers in his hair, you gave it a little tug, watching as the action caused his hips to grind down into the mattress. His hands made quick work of your underwear, causing your heart rate to pick up as his head made its way between your thighs. 

Steve was a giver, that became clear to you quickly. Something else that became clear to you within moments was that he very much knew what he was doing. How he knew what he was doing, you weren’t sure you wanted to know, but you thanked whoever or whatever it was that taught him. It wasn’t long before even with his languid pace, he was having to hold your hips down as he slipped one finger after another inside of you. Whether it was the build up, the way his tongue circled your clit, or his fingers hitting that spot deep inside of you, within moments you were shaking, and he was lapping everything up. 

That wasn’t the end though. He kept going, his eyes locked on you and watching your every move as he made you come undone not once, but two more times until you were a whimpering mess and shoving him away because it was too much. When he kissed back up your body and met your lips in a kiss, you could swear he was almost smirking. When you tasted yourself on his tongue, you didn’t care, even less so as he ground his hips into yours, letting you feel how much he wanted you.  

As overstimulated as you were, you still had an ache, wanting him inside of you as soon as possible. Using your strength, you shoved him off of you and climbed on top of him, pleased by his surprised reaction. It was funny how often he forgot how strong you were. He seemed to remember soon enough, grabbing a hold of your hips while you made quick work of your bra, unhooking it and sending it flying before leaning down for another kiss. The way his warm chest felt against you combined with the delicious friction created by you rubbing against him almost had you coming undone again, but you resisted, lifting your hips up enough to remove his sweats and lowering yourself onto him again. 

The moment that your lower halves connected for the first time you both groaned, and you had to pause for a moment as he guided you to slide up and down his hardness. He was even bigger than you thought, but you didn’t find yourself nervous anymore, eager instead. Reaching down, you gripped him in your hand, causing him to let out a groan and remove his lips to bite down on your shoulder. Slowly, but surely you guided him inside of you. Thankful for how he had made sure you were nice and slick it helped. His size stretched you to your limits and the farther down you go, the more you couldn’t tell whether it was pleasure or pain you were feeling. It was like nothing else, but you kept going until your hips met, and he was all the way inside of you. 

His hands tightened their grip on your hips in a bruising hold. It was impossible to miss the tension that was building up in his body and you could tell that he was holding himself back for your sake, letting you get used to him. Your forehead rested against his, eyes closed and heavy pants from both of you mixing together across your face. After a couple of seconds you opened your eyes to find his staring back at you, the most tender look in them as he nudged his nose against yours once more. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he murmured against your lips. 

His words made you flush, but you were already pretty flushed from your activities so he couldn’t tell. “You don’t have to try to get me in bed, Steve, I’m already here.” You replied, pecking his lips. 

He shook his head, a little smile on his face. “Then I don’t have any other reason to say that other than meaning it, do I?” 

You kissed him, hands resting on his cheeks brushing across his smooth skin with the most gentle touch you could muster. It wasn’t long before you could feel his grip tighten once more and in response you rolled your hips against him. 

The words he used then were not appropriate language, and you would have said something about it if it didn’t feel so damn good. Chasing the feeling, you lifted your hips until he was almost out of you before slamming back down, letting out a gasp at the sensation of him filling you. The stretch your body made to accommodate him was amazing, and by the way he groaned you knew he was feeling the same. 

His head ducked as he once again began placing kisses around your breasts, keeping one in his mouth while playing with the other with one of his hands. His other hand reached behind you, gripping your ass and massaging the muscle there to urge you on. Your pace picked up, going a little faster as you felt your muscles beginning to tense which is something he seemed to sense. You felt a shift as he planted his feet on the mattress behind you and on your next downward thrust, he met you hard at the same time as he bit down on your nipple. 

“Fuck! Steve!” You gasped, your fingers tightening into fists into his hair to keep him there while you both moved together, him meeting you thrust for thrust while that heat built up in your stomach again, exploding when his hand moved from your ass around to find your clit. 

Biting your lip to swallow a scream you clenched around him and within a few thrusts you felt the warmth and loud groan signifying his release inside of you. He kept thrusting to prolong both your orgasms, even as you collapsed against his chest, sated and satisfied. When he stopped, his arms slid up and around your waist, holding you tight against his chest so you couldn’t move even if you wanted to, pressing a kiss against the top of your head. 

Your hand found his, and you lifted it up to your eyesight, marveling how much bigger it was than yours with heavy lidded eyes. You traced patterns on his palm with your fingertips for a moment, slipping your fingers through his and entwining them with a happy sigh. Bringing them to your lips, you kissed his hand and then brought it to your cheek. “I don’t think I can move.” You told him. 

His chest vibrated against your ear with his chuckle. “Good, because I don’t want you to.” Steve said, but then let out a sigh as he untangled himself from you. 

“Wait, where are you going?” You pouted up at him.

“To the bathroom, I’ll be right back,” Steve replied, kissing your forehead and smiling down at you before he headed into the door you hadn’t even noticed a few feet away and returned with a damp washcloth to clean you up.

A soft sigh left your lips at his gentle and caring touch and as soon as he was done you pulled him up against you for another kiss, this one much more light and tender, your lips moving together in a practiced symphony for a few moments before the kiss turned into pecks against each other’s lips and tightening grips on the other’s skin. “We should have done this much sooner.” You mumbled against his lips. 

“Yeah, we should have,” Steve agreed, shifting to lay sideways as he threw his arm around your waist, moving his lips to your cheek and letting out a sigh. “But we’re here now.” 

“And that’s what matters,” you agreed, smiling over at him. 

When he returned your smile, you realized one thing. Tony was right. He did have perfect teeth. 

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You didn’t sleep that night. It wasn’t because you weren’t comfortable, and it wasn’t because Steve didn’t either. Steve did fall asleep with you wrapped up tight in his arms, but you couldn’t do it. 

Nothing about tonight was something you would come to regret. You knew that. It felt amazing to get your feelings for Steve off your heart and to learn that he felt the same. Then sharing yourselves with each other? It cemented your feelings. You were consumed with love for Steve Rogers. 

And in a few hours you were heading up into outer space to save your best friend while he was headed to Wakanda to fight in a war that he wasn’t sure to come out of. 

How could you go to sleep with all those scenarios in your head? Not to mention the fact that you were going to have to face him tomorrow morning. You were going to have to wake up and say goodbye to each other after the night you had shared. So while you knew that you didn’t regret what had happened, you weren’t going to be able to look him in the eyes tomorrow morning and leave him. You consider yourself a strong person, but you weren’t that strong. 

So you did the cowardly thing. You shifted out of his arms with slow movements, making sure not to wake him up, found a sheet of paper and wrote three little words on it. Then you brushed his hair off his forehead and left a gentle kiss. 

You didn’t look back. 

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When Steve Rogers woke up the next morning, he knew that you were gone. He didn’t even need to see the note to know that, but he read it anyway. He let his thumb brush over the words that you had written there as if he could feel some essence of you on them. On the scrap of paper were words that he had felt, but had been too nervous to say knowing what might come today. You hadn’t been. 

He folded up the paper in his hands and reached over to the compass that he kept on him at all times, a reminder of the woman he had loved and lost. In front of her picture, he tucked your note, hoping it would bring him some luck over the next few days. 

If he had enough luck, maybe he would get to say those words back to you when you returned. 

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Even though you had done the calculations multiple times, ran simulations and mapped out everything you could think of, you were still amazed when it worked. You felt like Thomas the Train as your ship went higher and higher hearing the voice, I think I can, I think I can over and over the more you ascended. 

Then you reached your first drop point. 

Your body was shoved against the back of your seat, and you were glad that you were buckled in. Eyes widening at the vast amount of colors and shapes flying past your window, you would have been amazed if it hadn’t felt like your stomach was climbing up your throat. 

As soon as it started, it stopped, and you found yourself plummeting towards a planet way faster than you could stop. Your hands shot towards all the controls in front of you, the smell of smoke rising around you as the ground got closer and closer along with the ping of the tracker you had set up to display of Tony’s suit. 

You knew that you should have been scared, but after looking death in the face as many times as you had, you knew it was once again just going to make you stronger. Doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. 

“Ma’am! Ma’am are you okay?” You heard a panicked child’s voice call out through your coughing as there was a crunch of metal and the door to your ship flew open. 

Squinting your eyes, you frowned as you recognized the suit the kid was wearing. Well, the old version of it anyway. “Spiderling? What are you doing here?” 

“Um, it’s Peter Parker actually, and there was this field trip -”

“Is this how you answer phone calls these days?” 

You let out a sigh of relief as Tony Stark came into view. “Had to get here quick. I knew if you were left alone too long you’d do something stupid.” You replied with a smirk. 

He shrugged, but you could see the relief in his face. “Offensive, but true.” 

Shoving your straps off you threw yourself into the man’s arms, hugging him tight. “I’m glad you’re okay.” You whispered so he could hear. 

He returned your hug, his arms so tight around you that you could hardly breathe. “I’m glad you’re here. We could use all the help we can get. I’m not paying you more for this though.” He added. 

You pulled back and shoved him. 

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He hadn’t known what to expect when Thanos and his minions had arrived on Earth. He had been told by Bruce all that he had seen, but he didn’t think Dr. Banner had even expected the extent to which they were attacked. 

But he never gave up hope. 

Not until he saw Bucky disintegrate before his eyes. Steve dropped to the dirt, or what was left of Bucky, and his hand found nothing but dust. His best friend, once again taken from him. 

At that point, something else caught his eyesight, a gray body lying on the ground. He rushed over to it, flipping it over to find Vision with a large hole in his head, the mind stone gone. 

That meant . . . 

He collapsed to the ground in a seated position as he heard footsteps running towards him, but he couldn’t bring himself to even look up. They had lost. Half of humanity was gone. That meant half of his friends . . . 

“What is this? What the hell is happening?” He heard Rhodey say over the ringing in his ears. 

And you were off in space with Tony. He had no way of knowing if you . . . “Oh god,” he let out in horror. 

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Watching people turn to dust in front of you is the most terrifying thing you have ever seen. The Guardians, which is what they called themselves, were first, one by one all of them except Nebula disappeared in front of your eyes. Next to go was Stephen Strange, one of the reasons all of this had occurred after he gave him the stone for a reason none of you understood. Then you watched with dread as Peter Parker, a kid you knew Tony looked at like his own son, turned to dust in his arms. 

Before you could move to comfort Tony, a sensation crept up your arm, a violent, painful fire moving at an agonizing pace. You looked down to see what it could be and watched in alarm as your skin attempted to almost . . . peel off before coming back together. “T-Tony,” You said, your voice wavering as you watched the same thing start to happen on your other arm. 

Him and Nebula, the only one who remained from the Guardians Group, rushed over to you. “Y/N, what’s . . .” 

“I . . . I don’t know.” You gasped, your hands grasping at dirt to relieve the pain, but they dissipated before you could get any relief to reform over and over. 

“What the hell is happening to her!” Tony yelled at the woman. 

She looked fascinated as her metallic fingers traveled over your arm, watching it reform over and over. “Her body is attempting to resist the stones. I’ve never seen anything like it.” 

You couldn’t get any air into your lungs. The fire was all throughout your body now, and if you glanced down you could see your whole body turning to dust and gathering back together, each time more painful than the time before. “Stop it! Please, just fucking stop it!” You gasped out, burying a scream in your throat. 

Tony’s face was out of your field of vision with your eyes clenched tight, but you could feel his grip on you become almost painful. He had never seen you act like this because you couldn’t ever remember being in this much pain. 

“You said that her power is to absorb the trauma caused on her body to make her stronger?” You heard Nebula ask Tony since you were incapable of answering anything at the moment. 

Tony’s voice sped up in panic. “No, it’s like if someone tried to burn her, her body would somehow make itself unable to be burned.” He explained, a frantic tone in his voice. 

A whimper left your throat though you tried to hold it back. You didn’t want Tony to worry, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop it. Everything hurt, everything was burning white hot in your veins, and you wanted it to stop. 

“Infinity Stones are the most powerful weapon in the Universe.” She said. 

“So her body is trying to fight off the hardest thing it will ever have to face?!” Tony said. 

“I imagine she will be quite indestructible -”

 The scream bubbled out of your throat before you could stop it and everything went quiet except for the ringing in your ears. 

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“You’re overworking yourself.” Natasha’s voice rang out in the quiet room. 

Steve let his eyes glance over at her for a brief moment. “There’s work that has to get done. Someone’s gotta do it.” He replied before turning back to the computer screen, watching through the videos captured on various street cams while an endless loop of your take off played on another screen. That video always caught his eyes every few seconds. 

“It doesn’t have to be you. I know you want to find her, but this isn’t doing her or Tony any good.” Natasha told him, placing her hand on his shoulder. “We’re doing everything we can.” 

“It’s not enough,” he replied, shaking his head. “She made it out. There’s been no suspicious aircraft crashes reported that match the description of her ship. She’s in space somewhere, and there’s no way to -” Steve’s hands clenched into fists on the keyboard, unable to even imagine the next words he was planning to say. 

“Steve,” she said, sitting down beside him. “We don’t know for sure if they got snapped. For all we know they’re in space somewhere on their way back home.” 

Her words echoed in his head, but he couldn’t bring himself to believe them. He had already lost his first love in the ice, why would the world grant him his other one? “You know, the optimism is usually my job.” He replied, not confirming or denying what she said. 

“Well, someone’s gotta do it.” Nat repeated back, a teasing smirk on her lips as she leaned back in her chair. “So, did she tell you, and that’s why you’re so upset?” 

Steve turned his head back to the screens in front of him, knowing the super spy knew him well enough to be able to read his face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

It seemed his avoidance did no good because Natasha gasped. “She did! Or you did! Well all knew, you know. I’m proud of you, Cap.” 

Once again he shook his head, not feeling the least bit proud of his actions. “Proud? If I hadn’t been such a coward and told her sooner we would have had more time.” 

She frowned, reaching out to comfort him again, but before she could say anything, the door opened and Rhodey entered the room. “Hey, so that thing just stopped doing whatever the hell it was doing.” 

Steve and Nat exchanged glances. 

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Nineteen days. 

It was nineteen days when your body stopped aching, and you could take a deep breath. 

At least that was what Tony told you when you were coherent enough to sit up and understand him. His body was even worse shape than yours. You could see the bones in his face, sharpened with hunger and thirst, the bags under his eyes and the paleness of his skin. He told you that they had gotten the fuel line repaired, but it hadn’t lasted, and now you were all floating in unknown space. 

You talked to Nebula while Tony slept. She told you he might make it a couple of more days, but soon oxygen was going to run out even with neither of you needing it. She told you that they had also tethered the ship that you had come in to the one you were both now in. As far as she could tell, no oxygen was the problem. 

You knew you couldn’t just wait around and hope for the best. The others had no way of finding any of you, and if there was a chance to save Tony’s life, you were going to take it. So once again, you snuck off. This time it was Tony who was sleeping however, and you left with an affectionate ruffle of his hair. 

It took what you assumed was about two days of space travel before you realized that the oxygen being gone was not the only problem with the ship. 

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Meeting Captain Carol Danvers was a shock. A superpowered woman with such strength that Fury had never told them about would have pissed Steve off in any other situation, but right now all he could worry about was you. 

“Do you think you can find them?” 

Everyone was sitting around a table, and they had finished bringing Carol up to speed on everything that had happened. She was still in the process of taking it all in which Steve couldn’t blame her for. Half the universe decimated? It was a lot. 

“You have no idea if these people are even still alive anymore correct?” She asked. 

Her words struck at Steve with a rush of pain. She was right. They didn’t know if they were alive, and Steve had his doubts. After everything he had gone through, he couldn’t imagine one thing working out right. 

He owed it to you to try though. 

“We don’t,” Natasha spoke up, “but if they are, they could be a big help at getting everyone else back.” 

Carol nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do you have any idea how to find them?” 

“No, but Thanos’s daughter might. If she’s not dirt like everyone else.” The raccoon, yes, Steve was still wrapping his head around that one, laid a device on the table. With a press of a button, a complicated digital map appeared in front of them, “and the last time I saw her, she was on that ship right there.” 

There was a blinking red dot right in the middle of the screen. Carol observed it for a few moments while they all waited with bated breath. 

“So?” Steve asked, unable to wait any longer for a response. 

Carol turned to him and after a moment that seemed to last forever, she nodded. “I can try.” 

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“So . . . I thought I might be in this position someday. With our line of work, danger is going to happen. Didn’t think it would be these exact circumstances though.” 

You let out a sigh, looking past the blinking red light and to the beautiful galaxy outside the window. It would have been amazing if you weren’t trapped in it hoping for a miracle. 

“I guess there’s still a chance. I know you’re not going to stop looking for me. You’re that stubborn. I imagine that even if you lived another hundred years you wouldn’t stop looking for me. Not that I want you to do that.” You felt like you had to add. “I want you to be happy. Not spend the rest of your life looking for me.” Deep in your heart you knew that, thinking about it right now though? Steve in the arms of another woman while you were stuck up here? It made you sick to your stomach. 

“What am I saying anyway? I don’t even know why I’m doing this recording. I’m going to get out of here. Either I’m going to fix the ship myself or you guys will come and save me. Speaking of, I’m going to get back to work. I’ll see you soon, Steve.” You said, touching the button and ending the recording. 

You knew Steve would never hear it, but Tony was right, for some reason it felt better saying it. 

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It had been two days, and they still hadn’t heard anything from Danvers. Everyone that remained at the Compound was beyond anxious, yet no one seemed to know what to do about it. Everyone coped in different ways. 

Bruce seemed to retreat into himself. None of the others saw him much until he had something important to share, or Natasha managed to coax him out for a meal. 

Natasha on the other hand seemed to have a similar method of dealing with her nerves as Steve did. She worked. They were still in the process of collecting the names of the missing. As soon as they had a database, they would have a better idea of what to do next. Steve helped with that when he could, but the biggest help seemed to be Rhodey. 

On top of that, they were still trying to get in touch with Clint. Not long after the snap had occurred, Natasha had gotten a distraught phone call from the man where she discovered that he had lost his whole family. When she told him that they had no leads, he hung up. He had been off the grid ever since. 

Pepper just sat near the windows, always looking up at the sky in between meetings and phone calls from various government agencies. 

Steve tried not to think about it. When he wasn’t helping Natasha, or working out, he was also having to field several phone calls and requests for appearances to talk about what the hell had happened. At first he had welcomed the distraction, but now . . .  

All he could think about was you. So many of his friends had been lost. He had once again watched Bucky disappear from his sight. The other man he would consider one of his best friends did the same. He had no reason to believe the same hadn’t happened to you. 

He wanted to have hope. He had to. If not, everything that had happened between the two of you three weeks ago would have been for nothing. 

He stood above the sink, staring at his fresh shaven face and letting out a sigh. Steve knew there was nothing he could do but wait. 

At that moment, he noticed something strange. The mirror was shaking. He glanced up at the ceiling and noticed that it was shaking as well. That could mean only one thing. 

By the time Steve and the rest of the team had made it out onto the lawn, Pepper was already there. They watched as Carol Danvers landed the ship that she had been carrying onto the lawn with care. 

As soon as the steps were let down Steve rushed over, seeing Tony being helped down by a blue woman. He wrapped his arm around the malnourished and weak man, helping to support him. “Couldn’t stop him.” Tony told him. 

“Neither could I.” Steve replied. 

Tony stopped and Steve paused with him. The look on Tony’s face was full of regret, and Steve held his breath. “I lost the kid.” He said. 

Steve sighed, shaking his head as he glanced back over Tony’s shoulder to the ship. “Tony, we lost . . .” He couldn’t even finish his sentence. They had lost so much Steve didn’t even know where to begin. There was one thing he couldn’t resist asking though. “Did she . . . did Y/N say anything before she . . .” 

Steve watched as Tony’s eyes widened and a look of pure panic formed on his face. “What do you mean? She’s not here? She left on a spaceship for help three days ago. I thought that was how you found me.” 

Steve’s heart dropped to his stomach. 

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“It’s been five days now, and I’ve got to admit it Rogers.” You rubbed your eyes, trying to prevent any tears from falling. “I don’t think I’m making it out of this one. Not any time soon anyway. You guys have no way of knowing where I am because I’m sure this signal isn’t reaching Earth, or you would have found me by now.” 

You bit your bottom lip, fingers digging into your thighs. “I like to think I’m strong, you know?” Contrary to your words, your voice cracked, and you cleared your throat. “I try to keep it together most of the time. After all, I’m pretty much immune from physical harm. Emotional should be the same right?” 

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, trying to gather yourself once more for what you were about to say. “But I’m scared. It’s terrible up here. All I can think about is that I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know if you’re alive, if Tony is, or Nat . . . and it’s possible I never will. If this message somehow manages to get to Earth, I want you to know something.” Taking another deep breath, you voiced the words in your heart. “I don’t regret anything. Not a damn thing, and I never will, no matter how long I’m stuck up here. Just remember that note.” 

And with that, you pressed the red button for the final time. 

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They were getting ready to go find Thanos when it happened. FRIDAY informed them that Tony needed to speak with them as soon as possible. They exchanged glances, wary about another episode that would end like the last one, but joined him in his lab where he was still sitting in his wheelchair. “Tony, what-”

“But I’m scared. It’s terrible up here. All I can think about is that I don’t know what’s going on.” 

Steve would recognize that voice anywhere. He rushed over to Tony’s side, watching the light on the screen blink as it continued Y/N’s message. 

“I don’t know if you’re alive or if Tony is, or Nat . . . and it’s possible I never will. If this message somehow manages to get to Earth, I want you to know something.” 

A hand rested on his shoulder as Steve’s fingers clenched hard into the wood of the table in front of him. 

“I don’t regret anything. Not a damn thing, and I never will, no matter how long I’m stuck up here. Just remember that note.” 

How could he not? He could still feel the metal in his pocket where the note rested. “Can you trace it?” Steve asked, his voice tense. Him and Tony might be at odds right now, but you were always something both of them could always agree on. 

“Right now? No. But you better be damn sure I’m going to by the time you get back.” Tony replied, determination in his face. 

Steve nodded, the hope in his chest fragile, but renewed. If anyone would be able to do it, it would be Tony. 

They were bringing you back, if it was the last thing they ever did. 

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It turns out, that just because your body could survive without nourishment, didn’t mean it didn’t crave it. No, there was a constant craving for a bowl of pasta to fill your empty stomach or some water to pass through your now dry and cracked lips. It was an ache that never seemed to go away. The longer you thought about it, the more it was all you could think about. 

You started to see why people who were trapped in mountains resorted to drinking their own urine and why the Donner party had ate their fellow pioneers. You became desperate for something, anything, to stop the ache in your gut. It was so painful, you couldn’t even sleep. 

That was why at first you didn’t see the blinking red light. It had to be fake right? You had been on this ship for days now and had never noticed it. Why would it be lighting up now? 

Even though you knew it couldn’t be real, you scrambled for it, crazy with hunger and desperation to find a message from your best friend that turned out not to be a message at all, but instead a communication link. “Tony?” Your voice came out all wrong, cracked and hoarse with scarce use. 

“Y/N!” The relief in his tone was palpable even through the shitty static. “What the hell took you so long?” 

“This is a dream isn’t it?” You said, slumping down in front of the screen. “I’ve had these over the past couple of days. It’s always you, Steve or Nat . . . It’s probably some method of coping with the loneliness.”  

“This is not a dream, Y/N.” Tony’s voice said, echoing through the speakers. 

“I can’t take it anymore, you know? It’s never ending. I want it to stop, Tony . . . Can you please make it stop?” You pleaded, your fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks.  

“Listen, I’m going to need you to snap out of this so I can get you home.” Tony replied, his voice authoritative. 

 You shake your head. “You know as well as I do there’s no getting out of this for me. I’m going to be here until I can find a way to make it all stop.” God how you wished it was real. What you wouldn’t give to see their faces again. 

“Y/N!” 

The angry yell forced your thoughts to pause. It had been a long time since you had heard Tony yell at you like that. Why would your mind, trying to help you cope with your situation, make Tony mad at you? 

“This isn’t a damn dream, and I need you to find some of your sanity so I can help save you because I can’t deal with these idiots without you, and if I have to look at Rogers distraught face one more time -”

“Tony?” You gasped, hardly daring to believe that it was him you were talking to and not a hallucination. 

“That’s right, it’s me. Now let’s get you home.” 

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That was it. 

There were no more plans.

No more options. 

No other way to get everyone back. 

The spaceship was quiet on the way home. Everyone was distraught and hopeless knowing that the stones had been destroyed, and they had lost their loved ones for good. 

While on the first trip, Steve had been mesmerized by the beauty that flashed in front of his face in such a way that it made him dizzy, this time it seemed daunting, this wide open space that you were somewhere lost in. How could Tony ever hope to find you in this vastness? 

Steve opened up his compass and took out the little note, reading it one more time. 

“We’ll find her,” Natasha said over his shoulder. “If we couldn’t save the universe, we can damn well save her.” 

He wished he could believe it.

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“You’re going to make yourself sick.” 

“That’s impossible,” you replied, your head rested on Pepper’s shoulder as you finished off another can of peaches, one of the things that had been sitting in the stockroom of Avengers Compound, a sight you thought you might never see again. 

Tony sighed, but ruffled your hair affectionately. “You know, I thought your time in space by yourself might make you less irritable.” 

“Tony!” Pepper scolded, smacking his arm. 

You smirked at him over her shoulder. 

“I’ll be glad when Rogers gets back so I don’t have to deal with you two teaming up against me anymore.” Tony replied, rubbing his arm with a frown that was now echoed on your own face. 

“There’s no way I can talk either of you out of this?” You asked, biting your bottom lip. 

Pepper shook her head. “I’m sorry Y/N. We . . . we need time away from all of this.” 

You could understand that. After everything that had happened, Tony had spent a good majority of his life trying to save the universe. He deserved some time to recover with the love of his life. “I’m going to miss you guys.” You said, your voice a whisper. 

Tony raised his eyebrows at you. “You make it sound like you’re not still working for me. We’re going to be needing your help.” 

“Which means lots of visits.” Pepper added, tugging you into her side in a hug.

That did bring a smile to your face. As much as they needed the break, you knew that you still couldn’t take being away from them for long. Before you could say anything else, you noticed a large spaceship reappearing in the dark sky outside. 

Your spoon clattered onto the table, and your heart began hammering hard against your chest. Not only were you about to be reunited with your best friends, but you were about to see him again after nothing but a note you left him. Nothing had changed, you kept telling yourself even though a small part of your heart wondered if it had. 

“Urgh, just go out there and met him where I don’t have to watch.” Tony interrupted your thinking. 

Rolling your eyes at your best friend’s dramatics, you gave Pepper a kiss on the cheek and ruffling Tony’s hair. “Thanks for saving my ass.” You whispered in his ear. 

A sincere smile formed on his face at your words. “Thanks for saving mine first.” 

You didn’t waste any more time. As soon as the door was shut behind you, you ran outside, making it just in time to watch the first person disembark. 

Nat stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening as she stared at you in disbelief for a moment as she came closer. “So . . . Stop for some fast food on the way back?” She asked, though you could see in her tear filled eyes how happy she was to see you. 

“God you have no idea how much I wish I had.” You replied, grinning and shaking your head at the old joke. 

She reached out and clasped you tight in her arms while you returned the embrace, closing your eyes as you felt a few of your own tears drip down your face. “Thank God something went right today.” Nat murmured, pulling back so she could look at you. “You’ve been to the Med Bay?” 

You nodded. “Just going to take a while for my body to adjust to all the trauma. Should be fine in a couple of weeks.” 

Nat nodded, and gave your shoulders a squeeze. “I’ll see you inside. I’ve got a feeling that there's someone else you want to see.” 

A shy smile formed on your face as she gave you a knowing look before walking past you to clear the view for the man standing at the end of the steps from the space ship watching you. 

No matter the destruction, no matter that everything had gone to utter shit around you, no matter that you were exhausted, you had never been happier to see an alive and well Steve Rogers in front of you. 

And from the look of complete and utter relief on his face, you could tell he felt the same. 

You rushed to him, and you both met in the middle. Within seconds you were held tight in his strong arms, your legs wrapped around his small waist with your foreheads pressed against each other. 

Neither of you said anything. You were too busy breathing him in and taking in everything different about him. He was still your Steve, a once more clean shaven Steve Rogers, but still the man who held your heart. Your hands traced his face, his forehead, the corners of his eyes to his cheekbones, the tip of his nose, to his soft lips, all the way down to his no longer hidden sharp jawline. It wasn’t until he tilted his head to press a barely there kiss against your palm that you realized your hands were shaking. “Told you I’d make it.” 

 His hands were gripping you tight enough to leave bruises. “Yeah, guess I shouldn’t have been worried at all right?” 

“Clearly,” you replied, your nose bumping against his, “but in my opinion, we shouldn’t separate again. Everything goes to shit when we do.” 

Steve’s warm hands moved to splay across your back pulling you even closer against his body. You let out a soft sigh as they ran up and down your spine, the tension leaving with ease. “I can agree with that.” He replied, and without waiting another second met your lips in a fire filled kiss.

It was different than the first kiss you shared. It reminded you of the kiss that he gave you once he remembered he couldn’t break you. Desperate and eager to remind both of you that you were here, still alive and all his. You could feel his heart pounding against your chest with how close the two of you were and smell the scent of pure Steve Rogers, fresh laundry and soap. Never had you thought that combination would be something you longed for, but here you were. 

Your kiss slowed down as your hands slid into his hair, your lips retreating from each other at a pace that made it clear neither of you wanted to, but you had to. Both of you were breathless, but neither of you even attempted to let go of the other. “You shaved,” you spoke up. 

“Didn’t think you’d notice,” he teased, but then his tone turned serious. “Have you been to the med bay? It must have been days since you ate-”

“First place I went when I realized you weren’t here.” You replied, your fingers massaging the back of his neck as you stared into those deep blue eyes, never wanting to look away from him again. 

Steve nodded, pressing a soft kiss against your lips for the briefest of moments. “Y/N . . .” 

You raised your eyebrows to show him you were paying attention as you waited for him to speak. 

“I love you too,” he replied, the most tender expression on his face.

The tears that had been threatening to spill again rolled down your cheeks at his words. It was hard to believe that over a month ago you had convinced yourself that the man you loved would never care for you that way, and today you had heard him say the exact words you had been longing to hear for so long. 

Steve Rogers loved you. 

And you loved him. 

Even though the rest of the world was in utter chaos and grief, along with the both of you, much like Tony and Pepper, at least you both had that.

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Being the goddess and falling in love with Peter Parker would include:

• You’re the younger sister of Thor and Loki;

• You were always very curious. You lived under the shade, because everyone was over-protective of you;

• You wanted to see the Earth and get to know the culture of Midgard, but Thor didn’t let you (especially that Loki was on Earth messing with the Tesseract);

• You made your puppy eyes and promised that you would be mannerly;

• Thor was without a chance to win it;

• Defeating Loki, but you still cannot accept that he is a villain;

• Being part of the Avengers;

• Before Thor left, looking for information about the Infinity Stones, he asked you to keep an eye on the team;

• You were against signing the Sokovia Accords;

• Team Captain;

•  It was at the airport that you met Spider-Man;

• You didn’t see his face, but you thought he was very sweet for a Midgardian;

• You haven’t been locked up on the Raft (heeellooo, you’re a goddess), so you helped Steve free the others, then you moved to Europe together;

• You were curious who Spider-Man was, so you came back to the New York City;

• Peter saw you first when he came home from school. You were on the street, and you didn’t pay attention to him;

• Peter was curious because you were officially recognized as a criminal;

• He called Happy, but he was ignored;

• That evening, Peter put on a costume and started looking for you;

• He already thought he wouldn’t find you when he turned around, and you stood behind him like nothing;

• You smiled;

• Peter was lost;

• Damn, your smile;

• It brought him out of breath;

• Peter was happy to have a mask on his face because he’s face was all red;

• You started talking;

• You decided that Peter is very sweet;

• Calling him the „leader of spiders”;

• The next day you came back to Captain America;

• But you wanted to meet Peter again;

• So you started visiting him regularly in New York;

• You have captured criminals together;

• Peter didn’t want to show you his face for a long time;

• He didn’t want you to recognize him as a kid;

• Peter was charmed by your abilities;

• And your beauty;

• And that you are a goddess;

• Long conversations about life in Asgard;

• You started to like Peter very much;

• Like very much;

• You knew he was too precious for this world. So innocent and sweet;

• He was completely different from the men you met in Midgard and the warriors in Asgard;

• It was only after a year that you managed Peter to remove his mask;

• He took your breath away;

• He’s beautiful;

• In the end, you decided to tell him how you feel;

• But you have been summoned by Thor to fight Hela;

• You left Peter, saying that you had something to do, but he should wait for you, so you could tell him something important;

• You were hoping to meet Peter after reaching Midgard;

• But Thanos appeared;

• Erasing half of the existence in the universe;

• Peter's last thought was that he wouldn’t see you again;

• That he let you down;

• You broke down because you didn’t know what happened to him.

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Gold-Tinted Glasses

Character: Peter Parker

A/N: THIS HAS A MAJOR ENDGAME SPOILER. IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN ENDGAME, DO NOT READ THIS. This is just a short drabble I wrote based off of this amazing comic that I reblogged not that long ago. Check the original artists out!

Word Count: 800+

It had been a long day of web-slinging for Peter Parker.

Ever since he returned from Europe, he’d been driving himself crazy. With graduation coming up on the horizon and an empty space waiting to be filled by another hero, sleep was a rarity. Sometimes, May would take his suit and books, giving him no choice but to sleep. (And he would; out cold for twelve hours.)

Between all of that, Peter never had time to grieve. Or maybe he didn’t want to. Maybe if he worked long enough and stopped enough bad guys, it would be like Mr. Stark was still there.

Then, he would be reminded. A mural on the side of a building. A mention on the news. A kid with a mask and a glove. The world tried time and time again to beat it into his head. Mr. Stark was gone, and no Infinity Stone would ever bring him back.

Peter was brought back to Earth with a phone call as he swung across Times Square. It was from Morgan. The little girl who’d stolen Peter’s heart. Karen answered the call for him. “Peter!”

“Hey, kiddo! What’s up?”

“Are you home yet?”

“Not quite yet. Why, are you coming to see me? It’s been too long, Morg. A whole week!”

“No, Uncle Happy left a present for you.” She giggled.

“Really? What is it?” He whispered playfully.

“I don’t know. He wouldn’t tell me.” She whispered back. “Don’t tell him I told you.”

“My lips are sealed.”

Peter suddenly heard Pepper’s laugh as she tried to wrench the phone away from her daughter. That would be the last time she asked Morgan to keep a secret. “Peter?” Pepper said.

“I don’t know anything.” He responded.

“Uh-huh.” She chuckled. “May said she left it in your bedroom.”

“Well, I’m almost home. I’ll open it when I get there.”

“Wait. Pete, I just want you to be ready. It’s from Tony.”

Surprise didn’t begin to explain the feeling in Peter’s chest. Pain, sadness, grief all came crashing into him as he swung to the top of his apartment building. He tumbled across the cement and grunted when he hit the door to the roof. Pepper asked him if he was okay, to which he nodded before he remembered it was a call. “I’m fine, I’m fine. You said it’s from Mr. Stark?”

“We would have sent it sooner, but we just found it when we moved back into the Tower. He left it for you.”

“Oh,” Peter mumbled. “Okay. Um, thanks.”

There was a heavy pause. “I miss him, too, Peter. Everyday.”

“Yeah.”

“You can always talk to me.”

“I know. Thanks, Ms. Potts.”

“It’s Pepper to you, young man.” She smiled. “Now, get home safe.”

Karen ended the call as Peter crawled down the side of the building, stopping just outside his bedroom window. He peeked inside and spotted the present on his bed. A gold box with a red bow, classic Tony. He could already feel the tears building when he climbed inside his room and squatted next to his bed.

He stared at the box. Did he really want to open it? This was the last thing Mr. Stark would ever give to him. No more suits or pep-talks. No more impromptu missions. Hell, Peter would give his powers and then some just to hear Mr. Stark yell at him again. But he couldn’t. This was it. Once he opened this, it was all over.

He knew he had to. He could feel Mr. Stark telling him to open it.

He reached over with shaky hands and picked up the note attached:

Peter,

One last gift for my friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

Remember, don’t do anything I would do, and definitely don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.

Tony

Peter peeled off the mask so he could rub at his eyes. Tears fell freely down his cheeks as he felt his eyes burn. He sniffled as another sob racked through his chest. He couldn’t help it. Everything hit him at once, and he couldn’t stop it.

When Peter pulled himself together, he gently pulled on the bow and lifted the lid from the box. He gave a wet chuckle when he saw what was inside.

Gold-tinted glasses. Again, classic Tony.

He picked them up. They felt heavy even though they were light, weighed down with everything Peter never got to tell Mr. Stark before he died. All the things he never got to show him. He ran a fingertip across the black frame, a sad smile on his lips.

Peter cursed to himself, willed his hands to stop shaking as he wiped another tear from his cheek. Then, slowly, he slid on the glasses.

“Initializing subsystem.”

Peter stumbled back at the voice, eyes widening, “What the—“

“Subroutines active. Awakening Stark Protocol.”

A new mask formed around his head, the nanotechnology working quickly as Peter’s brow furrowed. “Stark Protocol?”

“Stark Protocol active. You may now interact with suit AI system.”

Peter paused and looked around. Everything seemed okay. He wasn’t hurt. No automatic instant kill mode. Everything was fine. “H-Hello?”

“Hey, kid.”

A pause. A change of footing. A single question floating in the air. A small glimmer of hope, of happiness. “Mr… Mr. Stark?”

“Yours truly. Ready to kick some ass?”

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Episode Review- The Real Ghostbusters: When Halloween Was Forever

The episode in which we are introduced to what is quite possibly the most iconic villain of the show’s run.  And just as well, as it’s certainly the best episode I’ve reviewed so far.

The episode begins on October 29th, a few hours before midnight.  Meaning it’s almost the day before Halloween.  The Ghostbusters are in the middle of their typical ghost extraction task, catching a small group of small ghosts that are occupying some building somewhere.  Once they’ve managed to capture all of the ghosts, they head outside where they are met by Cynthia Crawford, a reporter for the fictional newsgroup UBN News.  We get a brief moment of levity when Cynthia confronts Peter, who apparently claimed this job would be super easy. Peter now denies he ever said such a thing.  

It then turns out that this news story had aired a while ago, as Ray is rewatching the clip on the TV back at the Firehouse, as he’d apparently had taped it.  And I am thoroughly impressed with the whole TV unit they have set up.  It’s complete with speakers, various VCR players and the like.  I readily admit I don’t remember the 80s that well, as I was a toddler through the latter half of the decade.  But did they normally have displays this sizable back then?  Or are we just supposed to chalk this up to the fact that Egon and Ray are particularly intelligent people who probably personally manufactured the unit themselves?  Either way, the Ghostbusters are discussing how their latest cases seem to be more difficult than they should be.  Even busts that should be a walk in the park are putting them through their paces.  Ray ends up speculating if it has something to do with Halloween coming up.  However, they then notice that Egon is being particularly quiet about the matter, and is barely looking up from his books and maps of the city.

Here, we get a wonderfully done scene where Peter sneaks up on Egon, scaring him out of his trance-like concentration.  And then, when Egon still hesitates to confer with the others about what he’s so focused on, Peter forces him to open up by threatening to tell Slimer that there’s a cupcake in Egon’s sock.  While this was probably just done to give the audience a good laugh, it really did a great job at demonstrating the overall dynamic between Peter and Egon, reminding us that they’re not just co-workers, but that they’re also friends that go back a bit and can therefore joke around and maintain a friendly banter.

Anyway, Egon proceeds to discuss how the sudden increase of PKE readings around the city seem to coincide with the arrival of some ancient ruins from Ireland, which had been brought to a local museum two weeks ago. He and Ray then begin to discuss the very origins of Halloween, stating the holiday started off in 7th century Ireland as a festival to mark the point in time when nights began to get longer.  And that Irish and Scottish immigrants brought those traditions over to America, leading to what we now call Halloween.  (All I can say is, bless this episode for delving into educational territory.)  Egon goes on to speculate that perhaps these ancient ruins might have some ties to the origins of Halloween, and the Ghostbusters figure it might be advantageous if they head over to inspect these ruins, and perhaps convince the museum curator to keep them locked up until after Halloween.  But first, Egon decides to get back at Peter for his earlier attempt at blackmail by slyly telling Slimer that there’s a lollypop in Peter’s sock. Because again, these two are good friends who will sometimes playfully bicker and play jokes on one another.

Unfortunately, the Ghostbusters don’t get the opportunity to investigate the ancient ruins.  That very night, two small goblins sneak into the museum where the ruins are being kept and they proceed to draw an infinity symbol on the ruins.  The moment the symbol is drawn, the ruins burst open, releasing a formidable looking entity.  This, as the goblin chants indicate, is Samhain.  While Samhain is actually the name of the Gaelic festival that marked the beginning of winter (which is the festival Egon and Ray were referring to), this entity is basically the physical manifestation of everything it, and its modern-day ‘equivalent,’ represents.  Though I probably should mention that, regardless of what this episode suggests, it’s supposed to be pronounced ‘sow-win.’

Upon being freed, Samhain proceeds to fly about the city, gathering up minions.  Which triggers a sequence where various inanimate objects become animate.  The face of a clock becomes a literal face, and a stone gargoyle comes to life.  As well as a bunch of apples that children at some Halloween party are using in a Bobbing for Apples game.  I won’t hesitate to say I loved this sequence, as it seemed rather reminiscent of the montages from the movies.  Particularly Ghostbusters II, which I’ll review on a later date.  But because Samhain’s influence either severed the phonelines or caused the phones themselves to become possessed, The Ghostbusters aren’t alerted to this wave of disturbances until those same two goblins from earlier appear at the Firehouse, where Janine briefly mistakes them for Trick-or-Treaters. Until they blow her back into the wall, revealing that they aren’t children in costumes seeking candy.  The Ghostbusters promptly hurry out into the streets to take on the fresh wave of paranormal disturbances all across the city.

Meanwhile, Samhain has taken up perch atop a skyscraper, where he calls out to all the ghosts within the city, beckoning them to come to him.  This apparently incudes Slimer, who is forcibly dragged out of the Firehouse, despite his efforts at grabbing onto various objects.  Including a lamp that is bolted down to the floor for some reason. Once all the ghosts in the city are gathered around him, Samhain announces his plan to ensure that Halloween never ends, with the world knowing nothing but eternal night.  But that’s when Samhain notices Slimer, whom he denounces as a traitor on the grounds that Slimer backed up a little bit.  Which seems like a rather strange way to identify someone as a traitor.  Likewise, when Samhain states that Slimer has the stench of mortals on him, he immediately concludes that Slimer lives with and helps humans.  While he’s not wrong, since Slimer IS the Ghostbuster’s pet ghost and all, wouldn’t the ghosts that haunt buildings that humans occupy also have the stench of mortals on them?  Confusing reasoning aside, Samhain orders Slimer to join his army, because if he doesn’t he will pay dearly.  The other ghosts proceed to torture Slimer.  But in spite of the torment, Slimer still refuses to denounce his allegiance to humans.  Which is an impressive display of loyalty from the little green ghost.

Elsewhere, the Ghostbusters are at work at rounding up the ghosts roaming around the streets.  And it’s made clear that they’ve got their work cut out for them, as we get a scene where two people duck inside a diner to escape from a pack of ghosts, only to find that the diner’s patrons and staff have already been replaced by ghosts as well.  The Ghostbusters soon realize that their watches have all stopped working, signifying that time is no longer moving.  As this revelation is sinking in, Samhain himself appears before them, demanding to know why they’re harming his ‘little ones.’  He then proceeds to attack them with black lightning, introducing himself as Samhain.  Ray immediately is able to recall that Halloween began as the feast of Samhain, a creature of the night that nobody could stop.  The fact that Ray knows about him seemingly impresses Samhain, though he still proceeds to explain his plan to make it an eternal Halloween night, so the ghosts of the world will be free to roam free forever. However, Egon is able to drive him off by shining a flashlight he just happens to be carrying at the entity.  Upon being hit with the light from the flashlight, Samhain recoils and retreats.

Seeing Samhain’s reaction to the light gives Egon an idea.  Realizing that Samhain, as a creature of the night, hates the light, Egon announces that they can weaken him by simply turning on all the lights in the city.  Unfortunately, Samhain apparently anticipated this, as all the lights start to turn off in a citywide blackout.  Still, Egon is not deterred and simply decides to come up with an alternative solution.  And he starts to head off on his own.  Before leaving, he tasks the others to keep Samhain distracted with a frontal assault. So Peter, Ray and Winston slowly make their way up to the roof of the skyscraper where Samhain is waiting, catching various ghosts that block their path as they make their way upwards. Upon reaching the roof, they find themselves face to face with Samhain and his personal army of ghost underlings. But before the Ghostbusters could even try to attack, Samhain reveals that he’s got a weakened Slimer as hostage. He orders the Ghostbusters to lower their weapons, or he’ll proceed to harm Slimer even more.  Peter is particularly irritated by the underhanded tactic, stating that he’s the only one who is allowed to pick on Slimer.  (Always nice to be reminded that Peter doesn’t really hate Slimer.)  Thankfully, Ray gets an idea and shouts out the word ‘pizza.’  Hearing the mention of food gives Slimer the incentive he needs to break free from Samhain’s grasp.  

However, even though Slimer is now out of harm’s way, there’s still the issue of Samhain, whose power has grown to the point where night is also falling over Europe, Asia and South Africa, as was indicated by an earlier scene when the Ghostbusters caught a bit of a news broadcast.  (Pretty awesome how this is happening on a global scale and it’s not just the city itself that’s in danger.)  But that’s when Egon’s plan comes in.  He’s managed to gather up a set of spotlights (how he managed to get them isn’t clear) and tricked a pair of ghosts joyriding in a car to move them into position. Once the spotlights are all set up, Egon activates them by wiring them up to the generator in his Proton Pack. The spotlights all shine on Samhain, thereby keeping him weak enough for the Ghostbusters to effectively trap him, despite the best efforts of the ghost minions trying to stop them.

Upon returning to the Firehouse, the Ghostbusters are able to load Samhain into the Containment Unit. Once the entity of Halloween is contained, they are able to observe him inside the Containment Unit with this viewing device they happen to have. As such, they see Samhain is seemingly sitting patiently, as if waiting for something.  They speculate that he’d been waiting for years to achieve his goal of securing an eternal Halloween night, so he might be planning to wait a bit longer. Which does set up a bit of foreshadowing that he might be able to figure out how to escape again at some point. But at that moment, the lights in the basement switch off, and the Ghostbusters are alarmed by the sight of a floating Jack-o-Lantern, which resembles Samhain’s head.  Although, this turns out to be just a harmless Halloween prank Janine orchestrated with Slimer’s assistance.  In response to this, the Ghostbusters seemingly direct a tickle attack against Janine, though we can only speculate this, as we can only hear Janine’s voice over an exterior shot of the Firehouse.

As I said, I really enjoyed this episode, as it was certainly among the better ones of the first season. Though it was not without flaws. Of course, those flaws were animation errors that had nothing to do with the actual story.  For instance, there’s a scene when the Ghostbusters are running down the street but are drawn rather silly.  Particularly Egon, who looks incredibly goofy.  Later on, when Egon is heading off to set up his spotlight plan, the animation staff accidently drew a second Egon where Peter was supposed to standing.  Something similar happens a bit later, where they accidently drew Peter in an aerial shot instead of Egon.  But apart from errors like that, it’s a solid episode. Even though I’m still wondering about one thing.  It’s established that Samhain has been sealed away in those ancient runes since the 7th Century.  So who exactly sealed him in there in the first place?  Can we get that story, please?

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endgame opinions

spoilers under the cut. i’ve opened my dms so feel free to come and scream/yell/cry/whatever with me. this turned out really long because i start speculating half way through as well as talking about opinions.

let’s start with harley keener, my son, who was literally only in the movie for a second, at the fucking funeral. are you kidding me. and a lot of people don’t know what ty simpkins looks like now?? so even my friend didn’t know who he was until i started physically vibrating in my seat

HOWEVER, he and peter are in the same location, which totally opens up a plausible reason for them to know each other, become best friends/brothers/roommates at MIT

it’s sad that it was just him standing alone though, like no one stood with him, like his mother or anyone. that’s sad.

i wrote a harley keener infinity war fic so like,, feel free to read that to get the harley keener endgame feelings we DESERVE

aNYWAY, good film

i enjoyed it a lot for the most part, like i have so few complaints its unreal

it’s a genuinely funny film that didn’t feel like it was shoehorning in comedic relief, but like the movie was SUPPOSED to be lighter and funnier and drama was happening in between

i didn’t care for the ending in the slightest fuck that

i’m pissed about being lied to by the directors about a canon gay character. they sat up there on their high horses, congratulating themselves for a job well done for diversity, when it was just a fucking extra with no name, referring to a male partner twice. that’s it. you’re fucking kidding me if you think that’s diversity, if the russos truly think that was worth getting our hopes up for.

you know who could’ve been confirmed lgbt? valkyrie. steve. bucky. tony. (and no, tony appreciating steve’s ass doesn’t confirm our bi father, son and holy spirit on screen, unfortunately.)

that’s a fucking joke, russos. i hope they’re fucking ashamed of that.

(i really was watching that final bucky/steve scene and hoping for some hint of, it was always you, you know and got fucking nothing. i barely even ship stucky and i know that it should’ve been them)

the clint/natasha fight on vormir was the best scene, hands down. there’s no competition here. it was the best moment of the film, and despite my annoyance at the russos seeing that the audience didn’t appreciate gamora dying to further a man’s arc, and then fucking doing it again, i really did like that scene

i figured nat was gonna die but i didn’t think i’d actually be sad about it

as soon as they said they were going to vormir i knew the fight would happen and it lived up to every expectation and some

the barton home cold open was fantastic

why the ever loving FUCK was carol danvers so forcefully advertised to us?????? why were we told over and over and over that carol was gonna kill thanos, that she was gonna save the day, that the avengers literally had zero chance without her????? she had four minutes of screentime what the fuck

i appreciate her and peter’s interaction though that was cute and he was wrecked

the peter/tony reunion was cute af, glad they finally got their hug

also, i always wanted peter to call him tony but like that???? nah

side note, don’t remember in the slightest what rhodey and peter said as tony died because i was sitting there going, he’s not actually gonna die, obviously, that’s not gonna happen, they’re gonna make us think he will and then he’ll come back so i missed both their goodbyes

i know it was a 3 hour film but there was space for... more. there should’ve been more. where was rocket and groot’s reunion? where was bucky and steve’s?

where did valkyrie get a fucking pegasus from

bruce and hulk’s new system is hilarious but the fact that he dabbed pains me

bruce wielding the gauntlet was so incredibly left field i loved it, like no one guessed that he’d be the one to bring everyone back. no one

scott did great

i’m not sure if i can settle myself with this five year time jump for a whole host of reasons

1. do we have, officially, a new cassie lang actress? is our iconic abby ryder fortson leaving us for an older actress???

2. far from home takes place, supposedly, a week after endgame. it was one of the reasons i believed tony wouldn’t die, because it seems like a wholly upbeat film - and y’all saw his face at the funeral, he was fucking gone - and it’s even been confirmed to be lighter and funnier, so there better be some fucking low blow that takes peter out on the tony front (but did the writers/directors even know tony had died when they made the film? will it be ignored altogether?) back to the main point:

2a. it’s around the year 2023 and as soon as the entire world comes back, there’s a two week field trip to europe that peter and all his classmates have somehow paid for, signed permission slips for, and arranged, despite the fact that they’ve all been dead for five years. and i mean all. literally the entire main cast of spiderman is still in peter’s class, they haven’t grown up and moved on. the entire fucking cast got dusted.

3. we didn’t really get to see tony and steve make up??? they kinda just brushed over everything

i almost cried seeing ned leeds and peter reunite

okay now the biggies:

i’m Not Okay with tony stark dying

i’m not

it’s not just that he’s my favourite character and i care about him above all others, it’s that his entire arc has been about first, accountability, and second, leaving the fight. yes, it’s also got a lot of heart motifs and mentions of sacrifice too. i understand that. but tony has been wrestling with his father’s legacy and the kind of father he’ll be since day one.

he deserved his happy ending.

not just five years. not just a daughter who will know OF him but not know him, who’ll forget the short time of memories she has in due course. he deserved to grow old with his daughter and his wife and the kid whose photo he placed on the shelf in the kitchen, where he could see it every day.

he does deserve rest. but he deserves the kind of rest where he’s alive.

i have said before that if tony stark dies, i stop watching the mcu, and tbh, might actually go through with it. i don’t know if i really want to watch the films, knowing he’s gone? (and that they could’ve used either the time stone, or, you know, their time travel machine, to go two weeks back, grab that tony and bring him into the present. say, hey, you died, but now you can keep living.)

and steve.

oh steve.

i love steve rogers, i do. i absolutely adore steve rogers. but i’m about the same level of angry about his ending as i am about tony’s.

and honestly? it’s only because it’s not him. it’s not the him we know. my friend said that cap went and settled down because he’d finally learnt the lesson tony had been teaching; that maybe there is a reason to set down the shield and live a quiet, good life. but i don’t like it. it opens time anomalies, inconsistencies. it doesn’t feel like him.

since cap came into the 21st century, his story line has had a motif of moving on. about getting with the times, learning new music, new references, finding old friends and having to decide whether he should hold onto them and risk what he has now, or let them go. he’s been staring at a photo of peggy carter since 2011, he made peace with her life when he visited her in hospital, he let her go when she died. he watched her, through her office window, be director of shield, knowing she was about to have a life that she loved. she has children, a family. 

it doesn’t feel like the steve rogers i know to take that away from her

but at the same time, i understand that sometimes, he should get to be a little selfish. he was selfish when it came to protecting bucky over all else, and it ended with mixed results.

i loved the final scene, of he and peggy dancing and kissing, but i think i would’ve loved that scene just as much, if not more, if it had happened in the afterlife. with an about time from peggy.

on the same subject: bucky and sam.

i’m super happy with sam being the next captain america (does this mean we’ve been lied to about the whole falcon and winter soldier tv show? is it actually a captain america and winter soldier show?)

i think bucky knew what steve’s plans were, though it would’ve been nice to have some on-screen confirmation. i think that’s why he seemed relieved that steve was sitting on the bench; he knew what steve was going to do and was glad he’d lived long enough to pass the torch once and for all

HOWEVER, the time anomalies i mentioned:

peggy carter’s established timeline is broken

does sharon carter exist? if yes, does this timeline’s steve rogers still make out with her

if steve goes into the past, the steve that he already was and his whole existence in the 21st century will still happen. that means he’ll look for peggy. that means he’ll find her. with him. in the future/present. steve is therefore made aware of the future - would that then effect how he acts with civil war/infinity war etc? would that then erase the events that happened, limiting steve from going back?

does he tell anyone that hydra is in shield

does he get bucky the fuck out of hydra or does he let his best friend be tortured for 70 years

i think bucky should’ve been a part of the sam/captain america torch conversation. if only because steve’s narrative has focused around bucky since 2011 and it ends with a don’t do anything stupid while i’m gone / you’re taking all the stupid with you - that’s not a satisfactory ending lads

much of me thinks steve and tony’s outcomes should’ve been switched. tony wants a quiet life, steve has said many times that he can’t imagine giving up the fight, living as a civilian in obscurity. i think it’s a cruel way to end it.

plus steve is ALWAYS the one making speeches about sacrifice, but he’s never the one to actually make the sacrifice. it’s always tony.

i’m happy for steve, i am.

i think i’d just be happier if morgan could grow up with her father and if pepper wasn’t a single parent and peter didn’t have to navigate the rest of his life - super powered and not - alone

side note, far from home taking place a week after endgame: nick fury wasted no fucking time jumping on spiderman. like, tony absolutely protected him from fury before infinity war, and the dude’s barely buried and fury’s making his move on peter - not cool

anyway, i genuinely did enjoy the film. i find it incredibly difficult to believe this was shot immediately after infinity war because the tone is so different, and i was remembering all those photos we had from reshoots and realised none of those scenes made it in the final cut. 

it was a good film. probably the most emotionally mature of the mcu. not my favourite. i’m angry about the ending. nebula should’ve killed thanos at least once. cool that gamora’s back. sad about nat. devastated about tony. happy for steve on the surface, until i spend 2 seconds looking deeper. loki’s probably alive because the timeline changed and they replaced the tesseract in 1970, not 2012, so officially, loki never goes to asgard jail anymore

but for real: how does steve replace the tesseract in the past when it’s now the space stone? how does he get that past anyone at all?

edit: I SOMEHOW forgot about rescue, the moment i’ve been waiting for for a decade

i love her, i love the suit, i love the pepper was incredibly badass with it with zero hesitation. i wish someone had said the name rescue like i wish someone had said captain marvel - but no dice. it’s such a rad suit and seeing her and tony fight side by side was so cool

edit 2 bc im a dumbass: CLINT MY ARROW BOY I LOVE YOU, YOU GOT ALL THE SCREENTIME U FUCKIN DESERVED

#endgame spoilers #avengers spoilers #avengers endgame #marvel #mcu #bethany talks

[inawickedlittletown]

Walking The Wire (167/167)

Summary: Tony Stark always knew about Peter Parker. He didn’t know that Peter was going to get superpowers and become Spider-Man, but he always knew about Peter because Peter was his son.

This will span from pre-Iron Man up through the rest of the MCU (eventually including Infinity War) and will be for the most part canon compliant except where I’ve taken some liberties and interpreted canon a certain way.

Pairings: Pepper/Tony, Tony/Steve (endgame), Tony/Mary (past)

A/N: If you want me to tag you when I post new chapters let me know. This fic is also on AO3

I used Collider’s MCU timeline to stay canon and the title of this fic is an Imagine Dragons song that is just so fitting for Peter and Tony

@findmeinthestarss

Masterpost

Chapter One Hundred Sixty Six

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Epilogue

One Week Later 

Peter didn’t know how he managed to convince his dad to let him go with him and Steve when they went to return the stones, but he did. It was officially the last mission that Iron Man would go on but it had kind of turned into a family trip instead. The only stone that they weren’t returning personally was the Power Stone because Captain Marvel was dealing with that one instead. 

“You did tell me you wanted to try the whole time travel thing,” Steve said when they prepared to leave. 

“I did,” Peter said and he had absolutely no complaints on going, he just hated how careful his dad was being about the whole thing. 

Their first stop was Vormir. Peter could tell that his dad wasn’t exactly okay being there, but Steve made the whole trip go quick. They weren’t there long enough for Peter to look around but there wasn’t much to even see. Knowing that that cliff was the one that Steve had jumped off of for them to get the stone made it difficult all around. 

Next they went to Asgard and Peter hadn’t expected it to be so beautiful and different. Alien. 

“This is a real place,” Peter said. 

“Not in our present it isn’t,” his dad reminded him. 

They dressed like Asgardians -- clothing courtesy of Thor -- and managed to get a good look around. The guy that took care of the bifrost and the entrance to Asgard was the only one that knew they were there and he didn’t seem to have a problem with it. He even helped them with putting the stone back. Peter had no idea how Dr. Banner had managed to get all the stones back into their original states, but he’d done it and the Reality Stone was back in the form of a liquid. After it was back where it belonged they just sort of wandered around for a bit. 

The Time Stone was a weird one to return because they had to go back and see Doctor Strange. They also couldn’t really linger because it was 2017 and Peter had already been Spider-Man by then and because Steve couldn’t be out and about on account of the house arrest. It was one thing to not care about creating another timeline and another entirely to make that timeline worse for the versions of themselves that would live it. 

The Scepter was an easy one to return. It was 2015 and Peter got to have a  small glimpse at what life had been like in the tower in 2015. The tower as a whole had looked entirely different and Steve explained that the penthouse floor had been destroyed by Ultron and that after everything his dad opted for a remodel. They were on look out while his dad put away the stone. 

“This wasn’t exactly a happy time around here, was it?” Peter asked. “This was -- he stopped responding to me.”

“Yeah,” Steve said. “It was a hard time. Your dad and Pepper weren’t really seeing eye to eye and he was losing hope of ever getting to meet you.”

“I know,” Peter said. “We kind of talked about it. May really didn’t want him to meet me -- she thought it’d be dangerous. I think she’s realized how much of a mistake that was on her part. Anyway, we know each other now.” 

Lastly they went to 2011. It was another quick trip. The tower was different again and Peter got to see the beginning of the Avengers. He also saw his letter -- the one he’d sent that he knew his dad had only managed to read right after he almost died. 

“It was a relief when I thought I was going to die, that you didn’t know what I was to you,” his dad said. “But reading that letter made me hope and made me want to live.”

“I love you, dad,” Peter said in response. 

They went on a few detours. Quick moments in time -- they went to the 1920s for a day and then the 1930s where they went to Brooklyn to see a small serum-less Steve. It was jarring seeing him that way -- but even then he was still a lot like the Steve they knew and because his dad couldn’t help himself, he left that Steve some money anonymously. They visited a few more years, never staying long and trying to not make too many ripples. For his dad they went to a Queen concert in 1986 and Peter was surprised at how many songs he actually knew. Peter requested that they stop and go see the original theatrical release of Star Wars: A New Hope in 1977. Steve just seemed to be enjoying seeing all the things he missed while frozen in ice. 

“This will probably be the best trip we’ve ever been on,” Peter said. 

“Although, we’re being very irresponsible and probably creating a whole bunch of new timelines,” his dad said. 

“But you’re sure this won’t become a real problem later?” Steve asked. 

“It won’t.” 

Peter was just happy to spend time with his dads and since Shuri had okayed their trip, he was sure it would be fine. 

--

Three Months Later

Tony appreciated how easy it was to let go of Iron Man now that the threat of Thanos was gone. He was aware that plenty of other villains existed and that some of them might even be worse than Thanos, but for the moment he was happy with how easy it seemed. Things were settling, the world was a little better. He was married. Peter was the best son he could have asked for. Things were good. 

The Avengers had a new roster and while he had given up the superhero life entirely, Steve was still helping with training the new members of the team.  It kept him busy and involved when they weren’t working on their new house and Tony liked to join him sometimes. It was nice to see the next generation of heroes and he could see the appeal of getting to shape them and train them and showing them the ropes. But working on the house was also rewarding work. Steve had an artist’s eye and between him and Tony they had designed their perfect home. 

In the meanwhile, they waited for the call. 

Months passed. Then a few more. 

The agency contacted him every once in a while, just keeping up with them, but never with the news they wanted. 

“It will happen, when it happens,” Steve said. “Sooner or later.”

“When it’s meant to,” Tony said in agreement. Waiting just kind of sucked. 

---

2019

“Do you know what Peter did while we were in Germany?” 

Peter groaned. Steve who had been in the middle of making them dinner turned to look at him. “Back during that whole airport thing?” 

Tony nodded. “I think I must have told you.” 

“I don’t think I’ve heard this story,” Bucky said. 

He was seated on one of the stools at the table right next to Peter and Peter could tell that he was ready for a story that he could use against Peter in the future. 

“Well, I booked him a hotel and Happy was supposed to be watching him. Then again, I didn’t think that Peter would sneak out of the hotel room, but that is what he did--”

Peter raised a finger in the air. “In my defense,” he said, “I was really hyped up after the fight. I didn’t think it was big deal.” 

“When I finally tracked him down he was at a rave. My fourteen year old at a rave in Germany--”

Bucky cracked up at once, laughing with his head thrown back. Peter punched him on the arm but that just made him laugh harder. Steve was laughing too. 

“Anyway,” Peter said. “All I said was that my decathlon team is going on a trip to Europe this summer.”

“And you’re welcome to go as long as you don’t end up in a rave again,” his dad said and he was smirking at him. 

Peter rolled his eyes. “I won’t even bring the suit. I think a break from Spider-Man might even suit me.” 

“And, hey, maybe you can take that girl you like somewhere and finally tell her,” Bucky said. 

“I’ve been trying,” Peter said. 

And he had been trying. MJ was just a tad intimidating and whenever he tried to bring it up things just got awkward and weird and he couldn’t get the words out. Hanging out with MJ wasn’t hard -- he did it all the time whether alone or with Ned, it was just that talking about his feelings just wasn’t easy. Reading Michelle and figuring out how she felt was even harder and the last thing that Peter wanted was to ruin their friendship. 

Ned seemed to be convinced that MJ did like him some days, but other days he thought she didn’t like him. Ned was absolutely no help and when it came to the trip, he was trying to get Peter to try and catch the attention of European girls on their trip which was entirely unappealing to Peter.  

“Not hard enough,” Bucky said. 

“It’s hard,” Peter said. 

Bucky pat his shoulder with his real hand. 

“You should go,” Steve said. “Hang out with your friends and see a few new places. Flirt a little.” 

“Steve!” 

“And definitely don’t take her to any raves,” Steve added. 

Peter rolled his eyes. “She’s more into ancient libraries than raves. And I think I will tell her. I’ll come up with a plan. It’ll be great.”

His dad chuckled. “Plans never really work out perfectly, kid.” 

“But maybe this way I can actually tell her and if we’re in Europe maybe I’ll find a good place to take her to when I tell her.”  

--

2020

The call came early in the morning. Early by Steve’s standards because Tony had been wide awake going on a few cups of coffee and deep in an engine and the sun wasn’t even really up yet although it was a matter of time before Steve was up for his morning run. But it was still he, that picked up the call when Friday told him it was important. 

“Hello?” Tony asked. 

“Hi, is this Tony Stark?” a female voice asked. 

“Yup. This is Tony,” Tony said and he waited because no one could get his direct line -- not unless Pepper or he personally gave it out. 

“I’m calling from the adoption agency. We have a match for you -- she’s four years old and we think you and Captain Rogers would be a good placement for her.”

His heart felt like it wanted to beat out of his chest. This was the call that he’d been waiting two years for -- since he and Steve had gotten married and since they had both decided that adoption was definitely for them. 

“I — yes, yes. We are definitely interested. Can I — What’s her name?” 

“Morgana,” the woman said. 

Morgana. A four year old. 

She kept talking, telling him a little about the case -- the steps that came next and a bunch of other things that Tony didn’t even really hear because the call had come. He and Steve were going to adopt. Since applying there had been a whole bunch of things for them to do. There had been home visits and evaluations. He and Steve had had to attend a few parenting courses, but it was all going to be worth it. And it was finally happening. It was amazing. When he got off the phone, it didn’t take him long to run out of the workshop. K-9 got up from his charging station and barked at him before he followed. 

“Steve! Steve! Peter!” 

Peter opened his bedroom door first. His hair was standing up in all directions and he looked decidedly bleary eyed. Steve opened their bedroom door a few seconds after, shield at hand. “What is it, what’s wrong?”��

Peter blinked at them. “There wasn’t an alarm,” he said. 

Tony shook his head. “No, no. No alarm. It’s -- I can’t believe it. Steve, we’re going to be dads.”

Steve blinked at him. “We’re already dads. Have you met Peter? Our son?”

Peter laughed as Steve walked to stand by him. He leaned a sleepy head on Steve’s shoulder. “It’s too early for jokes, dad.”

Steve rubbed his arm and Peter leaned a bit heavier on him. 

“The adoption agency called,” Tony said, bringing both Steve and Peter’s eyes back to him. 

Steve’s eyes widened, surprised. 

 Peter grinned. “Oh,” he said, “I’m going to be a big brother.”

“Yeah, kid. You are.” 

Peter yawned. “I’m like really excited, but I’m also really tired,” he muttered. 

Steve rubbed his shoulder gently. “I think back to bed with all of us,” Steve said, reaching for Tony’s hand. “Come on, we’ll have a huge breakfast to celebrate and you can tell me all the details.” 

“Her name is Morgana,” Tony said. “She’s four.”

“Morgana,” Steve repeated. “I like it.”

“Me too. Hey, did I ever tell you I was kind of obsessed with King Arthur and the knights of the round table?” 

“No,” Steve said, bemused. 

“So Morgana,” Tony said, “Like Arthur’s half-sister. It’s fitting. Meant to be, kind of.”

“Morgana,” Steve whispered. Tony kissed his shoulder. 

---

Peter took a look around the barn. It was red outside like most barns were. He’d actually looked up the reason for why barns were red and it was something to do with chemicals that farmers used to use to keep their wood from rotting. Now it was just paint. From the outside it looked entirely ordinary and no one would know that it housed a technologically advanced lab and workshop of one Tony Stark. And because his dad was his dad there was even a trap door that went down into a tunnel that led directly to the house -- the mansion -- that he’d designed and built. It had the personality of both of his dads and Peter absolutely loved it. 

“It’s cool, isn’t it?” Tony asked.

“Yeah,” Peter said. “No one will ever suspect that a farmer doesn’t live here.” 

Tony ruffled his hair. 

It was just a little bittersweet to know that this was all actually happening. His dad and Steve were moving from the tower into this farm. It wasn’t too far out of the city and it was admittedly really nice and quiet out there, but things were going to change soon. Not that Peter would have been around at the tower anyway since he was graduating in a few months and then after this summer it’d be off to college. Columbia. It had been that or NYU -- he’d gotten accepted to both. His dad had questioned his choice to not go to MIT.

“You’d love it there, kid, and it’s a great school and--”

“And it’s not in New York,” Peter had pointed out. 

Being in New York meant he could be Spider-Man. He could visit his dads and May. He could hang out with Ned when they had a spot of free time. His relationship with MJ didn’t have to turn long distance seeing as she was going to NYU. Not to mention that he wouldn’t miss out on spending time with his little sister. 

Peter hadn’t met Morgana yet, but his dad and Steve had and Peter had just had to look at them to know that they already loved her. And in just a few days she’d be coming home with them. 

He followed his dad out of the barn and towards the house. It really was a nice house -- the kind that were on 1000 piece puzzles but that no one ever saw in real life. It was huge but not overwhelmingly so. Steve was standing on the wrap around porch and he grinned at them as they headed over. 

“Hey, Joan from the agency just called. They okayed everything. We get to pick her up tomorrow.” 

“Really? But she said in three or four days and now—”

“I know,” Steve said. 

“Already,” Peter said.  

“I -- there’s still so much to do. We don’t even -- we haven’t even furnished this place yet and--”

Steve stepped forward and placed his hands on Tony’s shoulders. “Because we’re not moving yet,” Steve reminded him. “We’ll be at the tower for a few more months. Her room is ready. Everything is ready. You bought her a million things she won’t even need.” 

Tony nodded and Peter could tell that he was relaxing, especially when he turned to look at Steve. “She’s going to need everything we got for her.” 

Peter met Steve’s eyes and they smiled at each other because they both knew that Tony had gone a little overboard. But they should have known to expect that. 

“I can’t wait to meet her,” Peter said and he really couldn’t. 

“You’ll love her, Pete,” his dad said. 

Peter still remembered the conversation he’d had with the social worker that had come to check out the house. He’d been nervous because he didn’t want to ruin things for his dad and Steve, but the questions had been straight forward and mostly to do with how he felt about the adoption. He felt great about it — he was excited for the new addition to the family. Peter just didn’t know who would be spoiling Morgana the most. 

“Hey, do you think we can get a real dog out here? K-9’s going to need a friend,” Peter said. They had plenty of room for one. 

“I think your dad wants to get chickens, Pete. It might very well become a menagerie.” 

“Just because I think it would be interesting to have a few cows,” Tony said. 

“Because Shuri sent you pictures of cows once she heard about the farm,” Steve said. 

“Well did you know that there were so many cute cows?” Tony asked. “I think Morgana would appreciate having cows.” 

Peter rolled his eyes. “We don’t need cows,” he said. “Morgana certainly doesn’t need cows.” 

“Okay. No cows. Maybe. But what about alpacas? At least one? We can name him Gerald.”

Steve looked like he was trying to hold in his laughter. 

“But, dad, what if it’s a girl?” Peter asked. 

“We can call her Geraldina.”

Peter saw Steve shaking his head, but Peter shrugged his shoulders. “They are kind of cute.”

He would await the day when he arrived at the farm and found an alpaca and some chickens and cows. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea for his dad to pick up a new hobby, though.  

“What about we welcome our -- we welcome Morgana into our lives first and then think about getting a zoo?” Steve asked. 

“I am tabling this conversation for later, but I do want to point out that we have the space and the time for it.”

“Sure, honey,” Steve said. 

Peter followed Steve inside. It still wasn’t fully furnished but it was kind of cool to actually see it finished after so long. It was different than the tower -- cozier and more homey with touches of tech because what Tony Stark house wouldn’t have that, but it also had a separation from that. It was perfect. 

“Hey,” his dad said after a while of walking from empty room to empty room. “You’re really okay with this right?”

“What? You guys moving?”

Tony nodded. 

“I am. It’s -- it’s what you guys want and I’ll like coming out here to visit all the time. And I’m excited about Morgana too. It’s -- it’s exciting. You guys deserve this after everything. Our lives are never going to be normal because I have spider powers and Steve is a supersoldier and you’re a genius but this is our family and Morgana is going to grow up with Thor showing up uninvited all the time and you building robots in the barn and maybe some alpacas and cows running around. And we all know I attract danger and trouble no matter where I go so--”

He was thinking back to the European trip. Peter had reluctantly taken his Spider-Man suit with him, but hadn’t intended to use it. His plans had entirely revolved around telling MJ he liked her. Somehow, he had managed to do that, but other things happened too. By the end of it, the world at large knew his identity and not just that -- they knew his father was Tony Stark. Things had settled down and ended fine by the end of it, but it had been rough going for a while and Peter didn’t think he would have handled it as well without his dad and Steve at his side. 

Still, at the rate that he was going, Peter expected that if he did end up dorming for school that his roommate might end up being some supervillain. Hell, maybe it would be one of his professors.

“Yeah. Not your finest quality, kid,” his dad said. “Maybe why I don’t like the idea of being too far from you.”

“In a suit, you can get to New York City in about fifteen minutes. Don’t worry. I’m an Avenger.”

His dad sighed. “Yeah, I know. Just, I guess to be honest, I’m a little worried about tomorrow.”

Peter sighed. “You’ve already met her and she likes you and Steve. It’s going to be fine. And Aunt May said you can call her any time for help or babysitting. Not to mention that she’s going to have the best big brother ever so…”

Tony laughed and he pulled Peter into his side. Peter went willingly. Things were going to change over the next few months but none of that was going to matter, not as long as the important things didn’t change. The important things being his family -- new additions and all.

-

Bonus Chapter

#peter and tony #peter and tony fic #mcuwriting #mcu fic #iron dad #iron dad and spider son #stony #stony fic #marvel

[orderoftheavengers]

Winter Sorcerer

Summary: Bucky Barnes died in the war against Grinderwald, and was resurrected by dark wizards as a vampire.

House: Hufflepuff

Species: Vampire (formerly human)

Blood Status: Pureblood

Wand: Plumwood, 13 inches, unicorn tail hair

Broom: Prefers flying motorbikes

Artificial Arm: Pullled from a suit of armor and enchanted.

Patronus: White wolf

Familiar: Rocket 

Specialties: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures, Pensieve use, Magical hat manufacturing, brooding

Sorting:

He has all the traits of Gryffindor, but is more defined by his loyalty to his country, friends, and sadly manipulators. He was friends with Steve back when Steve was a dweeb, and is overall a colossal cinnamon roll. While more than willing to fight for the right, Bucky always went into war like it was a duty that had to be done, not something he was particularly born to do. He did not admire pre-serum Steve's eagerness to get into fights. When he isn't needed, Bucky is glad to retreat into the safety and solace of his coffin. Finally, Bucky has a clear connection to nature, which is common in Hufflepuffs. For him it's not plants though, it's more animals. His nickname is White Wolf; he tends goats and thestrals in Wakanda; and he gets along with Rocket Raccoon.

Human Life:

Janus Ambrocius "Bucky" Barnibus was a middle-class, pureblood, American wizard at the time of Grinderwald. Bucky was a Prefect at Ilvermorny Institute of Magic, where he'd been in the Puckwudgie House--the House for "healers." Though Bucky never went into literal Healing as a career, his personality made him a good fit for the House. Bucky would later proove capable of healing himself, from wounds that would drive most wizards to permanent insanity or suicide.

Bucky looked out for his tiny Squib friend Stephanos "Steve" Rogers, who was rejected from all wizarding schools due to his lack of magic. Bucky once saved Steve from a literal troll, transforming the great horned, warted beast into a tiny flower-troll, and teleporting it to Central Park.

Bucky was drafted into the war against Grinderwald, before graduating school.  He was captured by Grinderwald's followers, and force-fed vampire's blood, as part of their twisted experiments. After Steve became the Superwizard, he saved Bucky, and the two attended Hogwarts--the school where the most important Auror students were sent--while continuing to fight the war. Here, Bucky was sorted into Hufflepuff House.

Death and Dark Rebirth:

During a battle on the Hogwarts Express, Bucky fell from a train car as it was rolling over a cliff. Before hitting the ground, something stopped his fall, and he found himself dangling from his left arm. Thinking someone had rescued him, he looked up at his rescuer and breathed, "Thanks pallie--" then stopped, upon realizing his "rescuer" was an Irish Whiskeybreath dragon. The drunk dragon bit down, taking Bucky's arm clean off, and munched away, while Bucky went back to falling. Bucky presumed dead by all of his comrades. In fact, he was dead... for a time.

But the vampire blood his captors had forced him to drink caused him to resurrect as a Nosferatu. Vampirism often causes major loss of memory and emotions, turning victims into monsters almost overnight. The Dark Wizards collected their new vampire, and began training him as their personal assassin. Since his arm had been lost before his transformation, it did not grow back as lost Vampire limbs do, and had to be replaced. The Dark Wizards enchanted an arm from a suit of armor, and eventually stamped it with the Dark Mark.

Regaining Humanity:

Steve Rogers was the first one to recognize Bucky, and help him remember his life as a human. Steve did this by refusing to fight back, and letting Bucky suck some of his blood, knowing that sucking blood allows a vampire access to its victim's memories. Bucky was far gone enough that none of his previous victims's memories--even those of his old friend Howard Stark--stuck with him. But Steve made sure to think about all the times Bucky told him, "I'm with you 'till the end of the line," and that did the trick.

Bucky fled from everyone and got himself a small apartment in Europe. There, he taught himself how to use a Pensieve, and began sucking the juice from plums to help boost his memory. At times, he would also find himself creating strange Wonderland-styled hats with his wand; a side-effect of the confusion his brain was going through.

But then one day when Bucky came home to find an owl waiting for him with a letter. It read:

Dear Mr. Barnabus,

It has come to our attention that you are not entirely dead, and have not yet finished your magical education. It is highly encouraged that you return to Hogwarts and once and continue your studies, unless you wish to continue living as a crazy-haired hobo.

Sincerely, Headmistress Minerva McGonnagal

Upon returning to Hogwarts, Bucky was sorted back into Hufflepuff, and rekindled his friendship with Steve and a rivalry with fellow Hufflepuff Sam Wilson. But a drunken Quidditch brawl caused everything to go up in smoke, and Bucky once again left Hogwarts. He transfered to Wakanda's wizarding school, where King T'Challa offered the vampire amnesty, a new arm, a vaccine against the Imperius Curse, and a comfy glass coffin.

Tired of war and violent sports, Bucky took an interest in Care of Magical Creatures. He spent his summer vacation in Wakanda on a Thestral farm, bonding with these creatures of death. Princess Shuri made Bucky a new enchanted armor-arm, with the Hufflepuff emblem on it, so that when his former Hogwarts classmates saw him again, they and Bucky both would be reminded of who he really was.

Irony... so much irony....

Contrary to popular belief, not all vampires disintegrate in the sunlight. That only happens to the weakest n00bs. Bucky had long since been crafted into one of the most powerful vampires on Earth, by the evil wizards who made him. When Shuri cured Bucky of the dark magic in his head, she assured him that he would still do just fine in sunlight. . And yet, at the end of the Battle of Wakanda, Bucky was shocked to see his metal arm dissolving into ash.

"Steve...I think my powers are weakening. I've literally never disintegrated in the sun before."

"Everyone's disintegrating!" Bruce cried. "Not just vampires! Thanos got all the Infinity Stones into his wand, and this was his goal!"

Bucky bellowed, "Oh you have got to be shi--" he was ash before he could finish his sentence.

Relationships:

Like most Hufflepuffs, Bucky has a long list of strong relationships, including:

The Winter Soldier: An annoying Alter Ego that occasionally still interrupts Bucky's thoughts, despite Shuri's best efforts. No longer in charge of Bucky's body, at least.  

Steve Rogers: BFF who helped him remember his pre-vampire life

Sam Wilson: Rival BFF for Steve

Helmut Zemo: A deranged squib Durmstrang reject, Zemo pitted the Order of the Avengers against each other by spiking their food with Firewhisky and Hobbitweed, and hexing all of their Quidditch balls into literal Idoit Balls. He also framed Bucky Barnes for a pumpkin bombing using a very blurry photograph, and naturally everyone was drunk enough to believe it. And to add insult to injury, Zemo used the Imperius Curse to make Bucky go on a blood-sucking rampage.

King T'Challa: Previously dead-set on killing Bucky, even when Bucky protested that he was innocent. But after coughing up all the alcohol and Hobbit hemp with a hairball, T'Challa sobered up, and felt horrible. He now provides for Bucky and pays for his magical education in Wakanda. Princess Shuri: Bucky's doctor, she created a potion for him to regularly take that would shield him from the Imperius Curse. She also made him his new Hufflepuff themed arm.

Mad-Eye Fury: Bucky tried to kill him, but that was before he regained his humanity. All the same, Nick can't walk past Bucky in the halls of Hogwarts without giving him some attention from his angry magical eye.

Tony Stark: Angst-bros, since Bucky was forced to kill Tony's parents, and Tony only found out when he was dumped head-first into a Pensieve with the memory playing on repeat, and then Tony tried to kill Bucky because he was standing right next to him and who the **** wouldn't, and both were already guilt-complex-driven characters, and so this relationship was obvious (whether canon addresses it or not)

Wanda Maximoff: Another former Hydra Death Eater, and one who specializes in mind-magic, she is someone Bucky has much in common with, and who could help him retrieve his memories. Very possible love interest; Bucky just has to wait for her to realize how boring Vision is.

Ava Starr: Another magical predator that used to be human, trained to help bad guys. Another possible girlfriend for Bucky.

Natasha Romanoff: Rumor has it they dated back when they were both villains, and many classmates are rooting for them to pick up where they left off

The Thestrals: Bucky fees, sheers, and snuggles with thestrals on his freetime in Wakanda

Rocket Raccoon: Bucky's love for animals doesn't end with Thestrals. He and Rocket--a raccoon/niffler hybrid--are badasses on the battlefield together. Being half niffler causes Rocket to be enamored with Bucky's shinny arm, solidifying the friendship.

Peter Parker:

"You have a robot arm? That is awesome dude!" 

"It's not robotic, it's enchanted armor." 

"You have an enchanted armor arm and you're a vampire? That is so COOL! Are you also a werewolf? Because your name is White Wolf. Are you a vampire/werewolf like in 'Underworld?' With a robot arm? Are you a vampire-werewolf cyborg? Can I base my World of Darkness character off you in my next campaign?"

"I'm not a werewolf. It's just a name."

"Cuz every night the whole Ravencalw commonroom does some tabletop games and Tuesday is World of Darkness Night, and I always try to come up with a cool character but I never can because I'm not really the creative type, except when it comes to science-stuff--"

"Parker I don't care."  

Eddie Brock: Another Hufflepuff/Puckwudgie guy with a sinister alter ego that won't shut up. Eddie and Bucky frequently complain about Venom and the Winter Soldier, who likewise complain about their goody two-shoes hosts.

Notes: "Harry Potter" canon has little to no information about vampires, other than brief mentions that they do exist in the Potterverse. So I just chose some cliched rules that fit with Bucky's story. You can expect updates on this, and all the other Avengers' Hogwarts descriptions, as more movies come out.

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[imjustthemechanic]

The French Mistake

Part 1/? - A Visitor

So I decided to write something ridiculous again.  Steve is getting bored of being a guest in Wakanda, so when Natasha offers him some superhero work, he jumps at the chance.  Something about the whole situation, however, just doesn’t smell right.

Steve hadn’t been expecting visitors in Wakanda, but if he had, he would have known which ones to look for.  Tony probably wouldn’t be ready to talk to him for a while yet, Bruce was missing, Thor was in Asgard, and a lot of the others were hiding, but Natasha – Natasha might well stop by to say hello.  So it was a surprise of sorts, and yet not quite, when she did.

They met in the botanical gardens in the Wakandan capital, and Nat smiled as he came up to give her a hug.  “Good to see you, Steve,” she said, putting her arms around him.

“Good to see you, too,” he replied.  “Another new haircut?”

She’d cut her hair short again, in a chin-length bob but without the curls.  “Clint calls this one the Hot Android Chick,” she said.

“That sounds like Clint,” Steve agreed.  He sat down on the round bench that encircled the central fountain – there was moving water everywhere here, creating a mist in the air that nourished over two thousand uniquely Wakandan species of plants, and helped cool everybody in the blistering African sun.  “Is he…?”

“He’s back home.”  Natasha remained standing.  “Don’t worry about the others.  That’s not what I’m here for.”

That was an ominous phrase.  Of course, Steve thought, Natasha wasn’t here on a social visit – she just wasn’t the type.  The tone of her voice suggested that it was something serious indeed.  Was her new haircut a disguise?

“What happened?” Steve asked.

Nat looked around.  There were visitors enjoying the gardens, and botanists working with the flowers, but nobody was close enough to eavesdrop.  A few, particularly children, were staring, but that was because Steve and Nat were probably the first white people they’d ever seen in person.  The Wakandans were, by and large, a people who respected each other’s privacy.

Even so, Natasha offered Steve a hand to get up, then led him back into a bower where shelves housed at least fifty different types of orchid, from tiny ones that looked more like insects than flowers, to a giant species whose frilly white blooms were nearly eight inches across. She took one more look outside to make sure they wouldn’t be interrupted, then leaned in closer to Steve.

“Thor’s back,” she said quietly.

There was a rustle overhead that made them both look up, but it was only a troupe of colobus monkeys making their way through the trees.  Steve lowered his gaze again.

“What’s he found?” he asked Nat.  Thor had left after the defeat of Ultron, hoping to learn more about the Infinity Stones.  If he’d returned, he must have something important to tell them.

“Not what he expected,” said Natasha.  “Loki’s alive.  Apparently he was hiding on Asgard pretending to be somebody else, until he found where they’d stashed the tesseract.  Once he did, he took it and ran off.”

That was bad.  The Battle of New York actually wasn’t even one of the more traumatic things that had ever happened to Steve – but fighting off aliens in the canyons between skyscrapers hadn’t been any fun either.  Steve absolutely agreed with Tony Stark in hoping it never happened again, even if he wasn’t so enthusiastic about the other man’s methods of guaranteeing that. “Has he gone back to the Chi’Tauri?” he asked.

Nat shook her head.  “As far as Thor can tell, he slipped out by a portal that leads to Earth.  He wants us to help bring him back.”

“Why us?” asked Steve.  “I’m a wanted criminal, don’t forget.”  Steve rarely forgot that – every time he thought he had, something popped up to remind him.  “Why not Stark and the rest?”

“Stark’s got a lot on his plate,” said Natasha. “He’s the one who’s having to deal with all the politicians on this, and he’s constantly in the public eye.  If Stark gets involved, then the media finds out, and we have to deal with the accords.  We’re hoping to keep it low-key.  Pun not intended,” she added, the corner of her mouth twitching.

Steve spared her a withering look for the joke, but he did understand her reasoning.  “We won’t want anybody panicking when they hear the name Loki,” he said.

“It doesn’t improve our image any to have him back, either,” Nat agreed.  The Avengers, or what was left of them, needed all the good PR they could get.  “The idea is to recapture him quietly, without fuss. So no Stark.”

“How do we do it, then?” asked Steve.  Loki had come quietly in Germany, but only so that he could cause them problems in person.  Outside of that, he hadn’t done anything quietly, and the tesseract was not quiet object.  If Loki were really on Earth, it was frankly astonishing that the whole world didn’t already know it.

“Thor’s going to help,” said Nat.

Steve snorted.  “Because Thor’s all about quiet.”

“He’s asked us to meet him at the Nasjonalgalleriet in Oslo, undercover,” Natasha explained.  “I gave him a bit of advice about what ‘undercover’ entails but I don’t know if there was a point.  Blending in is not exactly in his nature.  But he’s promised to provide a containment unit for the tesseract and some weaponry.”

The situation just didn’t sound right.  “Why would Loki be hiding out, though?” Steve asked. “Especially if he’s already got the tesseract.  Why isn’t he swaggering around declaring himself king again?”

“Thor’s theory is that he’s looking for something else, probably something that’s in Norway, near where HYDRA found the tesseract in the first place,” Natasha said.  “He’s not entirely sure Loki’s got an overarching plan because apparently he often doesn’t, but he’s got to want to use the tesseract for something.  It’s not a very good doorstop.”

Steve had a bad feeling about the whole thing, but at the same time, he couldn’t say no.  Not when the tesseract was involved.  That damned thing he’d already died for once, and now wouldn’t seem to go away – it had been a relief to see it shipped off to another plane and yet here it was again, as if determined to devil Steve until the end of time.  If the tesseract were a part of this, then he had to do something.

Although honestly, even if Loki hadn’t had the tesseract, Steve wouldn’t have been able to just sit by.  What he’d said to Stark all those months ago was entirely true – when Steve saw a bad situation, he couldn’t just ignore it.  Especially when he was sometimes the only person who could do something about it.  That just wasn’t the way he worked.  There.  Two perfectly good reasons to get involved, neither of which in any way involved the fact that just hanging around as a royal guest was driving Steve crazy with boredom.

Overhead, the monkeys rustled again.  Steve nodded.  “All right,” he said.  “Let me talk to T’Challa.”

It was just around sunset the next day when Steve and Natasha boarded a small craft, built to look like an Avro RJ but capable of much greater range, at the city’s airport.  Steve had dyed his hair brown and Natasha had bleached hers blonde, and they were dressed in t-shirts and jeans as if they were tourists.  It reminded Steve of going undercover at the mall in Washington, though now they’d had slightly more time to prepare.  At least this time there weren’t going to be any HYDRA goons looking for them.

Probably.  Scandinavia and the secrets hidden there had been on of HYDRA’s primary areas of interest, and might still be.  They would have to be on the lookout for surprises.

“So,” Steve said, settling down in his seat. “Two of the only slightly super members of the Avengers against Loki. Remind me how we’re gonna keep this quiet again?”  It had taken all of them before… of course, that time, Loki had an army.  Hopefully there wouldn’t be a repeat of that, but Steve still had trouble believing that Loki was skulking around keeping his head down.  It just didn’t sound right.

“Thor has assured me he has a plan,” said Natasha. “Besides, there’s really nobody else he can ask.  I’ve already explained why Stark can’t get involved, Clint wants no part of Loki or the tesseract, and Bruce… yeah.”  She shook her head.  “We’re it.”

She had a point there.  “Did you tell him about our argument?”  The media had called it Civil War, which was a ridiculous hyperbole for something that had, at its worst, been a dozen people duking it out in an airport parking lot.

“Of course I did,” said Nat.  “If I hadn’t explained about the accords, he would have just marched in with his hammer swinging.”

“What did he say?” asked Steve.  He was confident Bruce would have been on his side, because of the trouble government control had caused him in the past, but he’d never been sure about Thor.  It seemed most likely he would have found the whole thing silly.

“Not much, but I get the feeling he thinks it’s just humans being petty and tiny again,” Nat replied.

That figured.

The Wakandan aircraft didn’t need a takeoff roll. It lifted smoothly from the ground and ascended to cruising altitude – it would make an approach landing at the airport in Casablanca, where they would transfer to a regular flight bound to Europe, in order to maintain anonymity.  Steve sat watching the buildings slowly drop out of sight below them, and wisps of cloud start to appear.

“I should have asked this earlier,” Nat said, “but… how have you been?”

The view outside began to rotate as the craft turned north.  “I’m working on it,” Steve said.  He felt like he was in limbo, as long as Bucky was frozen.  “You?”

“Working on it,” Natasha echoed.

Steve wasn’t sure he should ask, but after a moment’s doubt, he forced himself to.  “And Tony?”

“He’s working on a lot of things,” said Natasha. “He said you sent him the world’s douchiest apology letter.”

That was enough to make Steve sit up and look at her instead of out the window.  “I sent him an apology letter,” he said. “What was wrong with it?”

“Other than the fact that it said sorry you couldn’t see I was right the whole time?” Nat asked pointedly.  “You didn’t even address the main reason he was so mad at you in the first place, or the fact that you used to lecture him for keeping secrets from you.  It’s gonna take a lot more than that before he forgives you, Steve.”

Steve sat back again, scowling.  “Maybe I don’t care if he forgives me.”

“You asked how he was,” Nat reminded him.  “Clearly you care on some level.”

“So you’re still on his side,” Steve observed.

“There are no sides in this, Steve,” said Natasha.  “We’re all on the same side, and by letting our enemies play us against each other we’re just falling into their hands.  Trust me, I know how that works, intimately.  You know it, and Tony knows it, but if you really want me to come down with one or the other? The accords exist and they’re something we’re going to have to work either with or around.  You’re going to have to compromise eventually, because they’re not going to go away.  I’m on the side of getting shit done.”

“Hence going behind everybody’s backs to catch Loki,” Steve said.

“I’m trying to avoid creating a situation in which anybody needs to invoke them,” said Natasha.  “I made Thor promise to at least try this without raining down bolts from above, and if we can do that, the accords will never come up.”

Of course the secrecy had been Natasha’s idea.  This was making more and more sense all the time.  “So Loki can do whatever he wants, but we have to sneak around.”

“Yes,” said Natasha curtly.  “How is your friend?”

She was changing the subject, but Steve was okay with that – he didn’t want to talk about the accords, either.  No matter what anybody told him, he couldn’t imagine just working with them.  Nobody should be allowed to tell him when or how he was allowed to intervene.  Steve followed his own moral compass, and it had always served him perfectly well. Being under anybody’s control just gave them an opportunity to use him as a weapon, and he would not let that happen. He’d rather just sit on his ass in a garden in Wakanda and watch the world go to hell.

Natasha was right, he observed – he was a terrible liar, even to himself.

“Bucky’s… they’re working on it,” he said.

Natasha nodded, and offered him a reassuring smile. “They’ll figure it out,” she said.

“I know they will,” Steve agreed.  He had faith in the Wakandan scientists – and he needed something good to have come out of the whole damned mess.

#fanfic #steve rogers #natasha romanoff

[littlerosetrove]

85 questions

I was tagged by  @whatwasdead, thank you!!

rules: answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people. Yeah um, I’m lazy? So I’ll tag 11. Honestly anyone can do this.

tagging: @clarz, @paintedrecs, @kristsune, @cryingcryptids, @biblionerd07, @sleepy-skittles, @anamelesstraveler, @pale-silver-comb, @yetanotherobsessivereader, @glycerineclown, @lena221b, 

last 1. drink - Water 2. phone call - Husband 3. text message - Husband 4. song you listened to - Aurora - Queendom  5. time you cried - Excluding my eyes getting just misty? A few weeks ago. 

ever 6. dated someone twice? - No 7. kissed someone and regretted it - No 8. been cheated on - Kinda?? 9. lost someone special - Yes 10. been depressed - Yes 11. gotten drunk and thrown up - Nope, cause I don’t drink.

fave colours 12. Blue (this is always consistently my number one) 13. Green 14. Pastel pink 

in the last year have you… 15. made new friends - Yes 16. fallen out of love - No 17. laughed until you cried - Yes 18. found out someone was talking about you - No 19. met someone who changed you - No 20. found out who your friends are - Yes 21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - I mean, my husband is technically on my friends list, so therefore yes.

general 22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - All of them because 1) I don’t add people I don’t know and 2) honestly I don’t use FB anymore, it’s just there.  23. do you have any pets - I wish, but no. 24. do you want to change your name - Nah. 25. what did you do for your last birthday - Huh. I’m not really one to do something super special. I don’t like to make a big deal out of it, so probably just spent time with my husband and maybe went out to dinner?  26. what time did you wake up today - 8:10 am (I was really tired) 27. what were you doing at midnight last night - Sleeping 28. what is something you cant wait for - Going to see Infinity War. =O   30. what are you listening to right now - Uhh, I’m listening to a favorite YouTubers video in the background.  31. have you ever talked to a person named tom - Yes 32. something that’s getting on your nerves - Eh, nothing right now. 33. most visited website - YouTube 34. hair colour - Red 35. long or short hair - Long, though I wish I could pull off really short. 36. do you have a crush on someone - My husband, so yes. 37. what do you like about yourself - I’m a very empathetic person. 38. want any piercings? - Well, I had my ears pierced when I was a teen, but since they’ve closed up, probably have them re-pierced.  39. blood type - ???? 40. nicknames - Rosie and I have a Thai nickname, too. 41. relationship status - Married 42. zodiac - I’m weird about not sharing this. Just accept this. 43. pronouns - She, but I’m cool with anything. 44. fave tv shows - That are currently airing and/or already done?? Off the top of my head Elementary, Great British Bake Off, Gilmore Girls, and Agent Carter (I miss it).   45. tattoos - None yet. 46. right or left handed - Right 47. ever had surgery - No 48. piercings - Ear lopes, but have closed up, so... 49. sport - Nah. I like riding my bike, though. 50. vacation - With my husband, I love traveling with him. But more specifically Europe is probably both our favorite place. 51. trainers - Nike

more general 52. eating - Thai food is the best. 53. drinking - Water, and I love a cup of coffee in the morning. 54. i’m about to watch - No TV shows, because I’m waiting on a couple to finish airing so I can watch the whole season via Netflix or something.  55. waiting for - Hahaha, cooler weather already. Not a fan of heat or bugs. 56. want - For a certain dumpster fire president to not be president anymore. That’s a big want, though. 57. get married - Happy to have done so. 58. career - Still working towards a set in stone career, but I feel I’m on the way to it. 

which is better 59. hugs or kisses - Hugs 60. lips or eyes - Eyes 61. shorter or taller - Both 62. older or younger - Both 63. nice arms or stomach - Arms 64. hookup or relationship - Relationship 65. troublemaker or hesitant - Huh, a mix of both? 100% of either doesn’t seem great.

have you ever 66. kissed a stranger - Nope 67. drank hard liquor - No 68. lost glasses - No 69. turned someone down - Yes 70. sex on first date - No 71. broken someones heart - I - don’t think so??? 72. had your heart broken - Yes 73. been arrested - Nope 74. cried when someone died - This kinda seems like a dumb question, because I have a heart?? I have feelings and emotions?? So yes, yes I have cried. 75. fallen for a friend - My husband is my best friend, so yes!

do you believe in 76. yourself - Most of the time. 77. miracles - Not sure. 78. love at first sight - Infatuation can happen, but actual love at first sight? Nah. 79. santa claus - Nah (but I won’t tell a kid that, cause I’m not a d*ck) 80. kiss on a first date - Ehhh, depends. 81. angels - Leaning towards yes.

other 82. best friend’s name - Sweetie (cause that’s what I call my husband) 83. eye colour - Brown 84. fave movie - Pffft, I can’t choose one.  85. fave actor - Nope, not choosing just one. SO, a few of them are Andy Serkis, Dylan O’Brien, and Scarlett Johansson. 

#tag meme #about me #85 questions #as always no pressure at all if you don't want to participate #<333 #I'm proud for completing a tag TBH #I'm kinda bad about it >.>