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bury a friend: The Story of Noctua

pairing: steve rogers x possessed!oc x mcu!au

summary: there have been sightings of a dark creature who vanishes with night and in the mornings only remains of once living people are found scattered in open fields or forests nearby.

warnings: mentions of abuse, mentions of attempted suicide, violence, gore, cursing, mentions/scenes of sexual nature.

Please read with discretion. 18+ content.

A/N: This is my first attempt at something more dark. It’s been in my brain since hearing some of biilie’s works and quiet frankly I want to venture into new territory. However, I understand the severity of some topics that I will write about. If you or someone you know is in need please look at these resources.

tags: @indecisivedolly

Part 3: The Seven Wonders (1 of 2)

She had been to the outskirts of New York only twice in her life. Once to dispose of a carcass and the other time for a ceremony in the northern woods during a winter. However, both times she’d traveled to the past for those events. She had not been to present day New York. Nor was she interested in doing so, but having no say as she currently sat on the rather large plane, she awaited to see what had become of it.

The trip was seemingly quiet except for the abrupt and quick mentions of trajectory and location. The three heroes looked rather stiff and awkward, Noctua was not used to this. She could read their minds, but opted not to out of respect for their privacy. Instead she chose to break their odd silence, “what preferred names would you like me to call you?”

Her soft voice caught their attention immediately, Wanda smiled at the fellow sorceress, “Wanda is fine. Thank you.” The younger lamia nodded, giving a soft smile to the woman sat in front of her. Steve spoke more rigidly, but with the same warmth. “Steve is fine as well.” He then went back to his seat besides the pilot. Bucky saw her starring at him waiting for him to speak. He didn’t though and she just assumed he was still afraid of her. So be it, at least he knew to fear her if all went down in flames.

A cold morning mist covered the compound when they arrived. Steve was about to apologize about the weather when he noticed she was no longer in the dress and crown. She was wearing more modern clothing. He had no clue how she came to possessing them though. Nevertheless, she looked presentable enough.

There were large windows that let light in easily and everything was white. It was so clinical, “this is the training area. The living areas are much warmer, I promise.” She must have shown discomfort, “of course. Where we headed to now?” She asked softly to Steve, “we are going to my office. I will take your information down, and then show you to your sleeping quarters.” Tenebrae had been quietly watching over its daughter. It knew they meant no harm, but she was fragile from lack of contact with others who were not like her.

It thought back to the early years when its daughter’s soul was guarded by dark clouds of depression and fear. She was a hollow shell of who she was now. If Tenebrae had not intervened she would have lost more than just her life. Her purpose was great and there was it knew that. It was why she was being allowed to congregate with these enhanced beings.

Wanda and James had excused themselves as they neared Steve’s office. There were other matters to attend to, but she was promised a dinner with the other hero tenants of the compound. It was something she looked forward to, as she’d never met others with inhuman abilities. For now she sat down next to a machine, there was a wire stuck onto her with some taping. Steve looked upset, “it’s protocol. We have to assure ourselves you aren’t lying about anything. If you do, it will send a small current of electricity through the body.” She had a look of disgust on her face at the explanation, “I promise this is usually meant for criminals, not to say you are a criminal.” Shaking her head she dismissed his behavior.

He reminded her of a baby bear, or puppy. Steve was the kind of soul that wished to be both emotionally and physically strong, but was incapable of such assertiveness. She did not frown upon it, she sympathized with beings of those characteristics. Nevertheless, the interrogation began and with it small shocks that began to distress her. She was not lying to him, there were just some truths she preferred to see through her own light. Like her given name Noctua, originally she was called Ruth Plutarch, but that name was associated with cruel memories the young witch wished to forget.

Steve explained that information regard physical abilities and appearance would be saved for the next day. “Why wait though?” She asked with an impatience, he answered coolly, “we have to prepare a training room for your skills. We can’t afford to wreck a room.” She nodded understanding that he was not wrong about her powers potency.

When the information portion was done for the day, he led her to the sleeping quarters of the compound. There were long halls with two or three doors on each side. “Each room has its own full bathroom and walk in closet, Tony. He designed this area for comfort really.” She nodded along as they reached the last door of left turn hallway. “This is where I’ll be staying?” He nodded twisting the knob to the room. It was simple, nothing too extravagant, the room was a modern take.

The bed was the part for her, she hadn’t sat on such a soft material since she traveled to the Edwardian age and roomed with a lord and his wife. It was wonderful to have small comforts of those sorts, “uhh...listen. There’s going to be a small dinner tonight with those who are staying here, or not on missions. I’d like you to be there,” Steve looked concerned. She wasn’t cruel though, “of course. How will I get to the dining room?” He was about to say he’d come get her but FRIDAY interrupted him, “Ms. Plutarch, I would happy to assist you with that.” Amusement and confusion clouded Noctua for a moment, “is this like tenebrae?” Steve quickly shook his head, “no. FRIDAY is an artificial intelligence system, that Tony created to help around the compound and Stark Industries.”

She nodded, but Steve wasn’t sure if she truly understood. She knew that because she caved in for a second and read his mind. “Steve, I have traveled to both past and future, I know this type of technology exists. Please stop worrying so much,” that made a small smile appear on him. It warmed her heart, “okay then. Feel free to ask FRIDAY for anything or if you want ask her to reach me and I’ll come help.” She agreed to his suggestion and then left her room. Now there was silence. It was the kind that comes when awaits for what is next, with an indefinite understanding of what to do til that moment comes.

A bath seemed like the right thing to do. It was a lovely feeling to clean up and dowse oneself off of impurities. She sensed it’s presence, “why interrupt my cleansing?” She teased, it laughed. “How are you liking these abnormal creatures?” Shrugging, she answered it while playing with the foam of soap that formed into large looking cloud in the water, “they’re fine. The shock therapy was awful though. Steve meant no harm though, he was practically fighting himself mentally.” Tenebrae listened intently to it’s daughter’s opinions on the odd heroes of the mortal world.

After their talk and her bath, she indulged herself in terrible television programs. She did not remember how she ended up asleep, but she was currently interacting in a dream. James or Bucky, or whatever his chosen name is was standing beside her, his hand on hip. Why did it all seem so familiar, as if it’s already happened? The dream was distorted by the voice of the artificial system awakening her. Quickly she changed her appearance to something more suiting.

it was modern and not too formal, it would do. The walk to the dining hall was filled with talk from the program. She nodded along, but was more focused on who she’d meet. The dining room was oddly dark in color. It felt so rigid, it didn’t feel like a place of meal or congregation. The people there were acting otherwise, laughter and conversation was buzzing, it’s then when Sam noticed her. “New girl, welcome.” She smiled at his witty introduction. Steve stood up then, “Noctua. This is Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Peter Parker, you remember Wanda and Bucky?” She nodded as she shook their hands and waved at the last two.

The dinner began warmly with introductions to each person. She found herself intrigued with Peter, he reminded her of who she was when she was his age. His kindness and curiosity towards life, it was sweet. However, she could feel the burn of James’ gaze on her. He was not impressed, so she tried to read his mind only to be met by his inner voice, “get out of my head.” His voice was cold and hollow even if it wasn’t actually him speaking.

Towards the end of the meal, they began asking questions. Steve was mesmerized and Bucky hated it, “c’mon what was your favorite time period?” Sam prodded, as everyone but James listened intently. She giggled, “well. The 1700s were interesting, but really it would be the 1960s or 70s, I know many people from that time.” He rolled his eyes, Parker noticed and called him out on, “don’t be like that Mr. Barnes, i’m sure you would’ve had fun in the sixties and seventies too.” Bucky glared at the boy. “There’s no need to be upset, he was just making a comment.” She defended the boy, everyone else murmured agreements with her, it just made him more upset. In an attempt to continuing his brooding, he rose from his seat and left. The rest of the table apologized for his behavior, but she waved it off.

Whatever the dream was, and whatever it felt like, it was wrong. That familiar warmth was not at all who that man was. Maybe it was meant for a different version of her. One with a different version of who that man was supposed to be. If he was going to despise her, so be it. He would still have to respect her, and she would make sure of that.

#sorceress #Scarlet Witch #bucky barnes #witch #oc!female #Steve Rogers #sam wilson #peter parker #tom holland #chris evans #sebastian stan #tony stark #robert downey jr #marvel #mcuedit #mcu #may the fourth be with you #bury a friend

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