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stanknotstark · 3 years

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Astral Pt. 10 (Loki x Reader)

So im out eating right now so ill add the link to the last part in an hour and stuff also I did not beta read this part and apologize if I need to change something later on but I want to try and keep up with posting at 5:30 so im releasing it 🤗

Alright we finally have some actions and many open ended questions that I’ve got to close up BUT we also experience one of our main villains warriors. If you read the comics you’ll immediately know who the main villain is (Or Google it but I suggest not doing that if you want to be surprised :p)

You knew having peace and hanging out with your team and Loki would only last for so long, but you were still saddened when it came time to finally work.

You’re all on the top most floor of the Avenger’s tower, the War Room as Tony called it (sounds a bit over dramatic but it was Tony so...). Fury is there in hologram mode, sitting in the middle of a large custom made table that had the Avengers logo engraved into the middle of the dark oak.

“What kind of readings are we talking about?” Stark asks Fury.

Fury’s hand comes up and swipes at something invisible on his end and it translates to Stark’s theater size screens on the wall. It’s a bunch of graphs, statistics, and other jargon you can’t understand. You raise a brow when Tony and Bruce gasp and start talking in hushed tones to each other.

“Tony, make this english so everyone can understand what’s going on, please?” Steve asks.

Tony clears his throat and points to one of the graphs, “According to Fury’s collected data, Thor give Jane a big hug when you next see her, they’ve picked up on some form of energy spikes in the middle of Death Valley, Nevada. Like we’re talking colossal size spikes. ”

You look at Loki who sits up in his chair next to you and squints at the screens.

“I know what these ‘energy’,” Loki says energy like it’s disgusting, “readings are. It’s magic from another realm. Specifically, it’s time travel but...” Loki frowns and you watch as his eyes become almost fearful.

“Spit it out, Reindeer Games.” Tony says, sounding concerned at Loki’s fear.

“It’s time travel across an alternate timeline.”

Tony blinks. Bruce frowns and pushes his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. The entire room is silent.

“You wouldn’t happen to know who caused these readings would you?” Tony finally asks.

Loki, who has a neutral face now and the fear is gone from his eyes, shakes his head. “I can’t know for sure unless I can inspect the magic in person.”

Finally Fury speaks, you had almost forgot the director was even here. “Prepare a quin jet Stark, get Loki and whoever else you deem reliable to escort. We need to figure out who came for a visit and if they’re ally or enemy as soon as possible.”

Fury disappears from the table and Tony gets into worker mode immediately. He points to you, claiming you’re the close combat person, to Clint, who is your ranged fighter, and to Natasha who would be pilot and your extraction.

Things become a blur after that. You remember going to your room and jumping into your Shield issued attire (Stark had yet to make you your own suit), and meeting Loki at the roof where a quin jet readied for take off. Before you walked into the quin jet Loki stopped you, his hands holding your shoulders making you face him.

“I promise that I will let nothing harm you, you’re my first priority and if things get violent I will teleport us away to safety.”

You nod but give him a small smile, “I can handle myself but it’s good to know I’ve got someone watching my back.” You then push onto your toes and give Loki a peck and make your way to the quin jet.

The ride there is tense and quiet. Loki says he’s putting a spell on you that acts as a shield but doesn’t specify how it works.

Looking back you wish you would have asked how it worked.

Landing around 100 meters from the destination Clint, Loki and you leave the ship and begin your trek to the site.

“Holy fuck! If I could strip out of my skin I would.” You say to Loki and Clint. Death Valley’s temperature was a recorded 130 degrees today.

At your displeasure Loki slows till he’s next to you and puts an arm around your shoulders. You look at him questionably but gasp as his arm generates a coolness that at least stops your sweating. You make sure not to say anything so Clint, in front of you, doesn’t become jealous.

The trip to the site is very uneventful. Even reaching the site is uneventful. About 30 meters from the site you see nothing. Literally, it’s just desert, surrounded by high cliffs, for miles.

So you snoop, you walk around the site as Clint and Loki argue about whether the coordinates are correct.

“I swear, this is what Stark gave me so, if they’re wrong, blame him!” Clint says, exasperated.

“It can’t be wrong I can feel something pulling at my magic but-”

That’s when you run into an invisible wall and yelp as you fall backwards onto your butt.

“Found it!” You cheer as a space ship slowly appears, the colors changing and shifting from the point you hit till the whole thing is uncovered. At first glance the ship looks futuristic but once you overlook the whole thing with Clint keeping his distance, and Loki exploring with you, you realize it’s shaped as a sphinx.

Very fitting for the desert surrounding the ship.

“Work you magic.” You tell Loki and he does. You both congregate at the head of the ship/sphinx and he waves his hands over it, his green magic trailing out here and there to touch the ship. Loki himself mutters under his breath.

You keep your eyes on him but also keep vigilant about the area. You finally get an idea and close your eyes for a second, your magic leaving your body and passing through the ship. No life forms. When you open your eyes again Loki lifts a brow at you, still muttering.

“No life I can detect.” You tell him and he nods and focuses back on the ship.

You put a hand to your ear piece and tell Clint, “I don’t sense any life forms but I’d keep a close eye anyways.”

Clint gives you an acknowledgment.

Loki finally stops his magic and drops his hands to his sides, just as he looks at you and you hear Clint yell into your ear, you’re hit by a concussive blast. When you look up in shock you see one lone humanoid figure walking towards Loki, who although wasn’t in the way of the blast also got blasted back, curious you think. Loki had immediately gotten into a defensive stance after getting up from the blast, one hand on his back holds three daggers, the other hand put up in a manner meant to calm the figure.

You quickly get on your feet and stand next to Loki, your magic congregating at your balled fists.

“Listen, buddy, I don’t know who you think you are-” Loki hisses at you, trying to get you to stop antagonizing the being that is close enough to identify. He is tall, around 7 feet tall and is dressed in a skin tight tank and leggings that are a dark purple color, it looks like metal but it’s too flexible to actually be metal. His head is encased in a tight helmet that frames his face and covers his head from his forehead, up, in a way that makes you think he is bald underneath. You shiver as you look into his eyes, they glow white.

“Identify yourself.” The being says. Standing casually as if he didn’t attack you.

“I am Loki, Prince of Asgard, and you are?”

The being stands there silently. You huff. “I’m y/n, of Earth.”

The being stands still for a few seconds then gets into a fighting position.

“I am here to take y/n, anyone who stands in my way shall perish.”

Loki immediately grabs you and teleports you to Clint, you yell out angrily as he teleports back to the being and they start fighting. Loki throwing magic and daggers at the being. You gasp, the first ball of magic Loki throws at it makes a purple light encase the being, in a rippling effect, who then grows a bit. Hawkeye lets loose some arrows that explode on impact. It does nothing but make the man grow even more.

Loki also realizes what’s going on because he stops attacking the being. The being takes his chance and lunges at Loki. Loki isn’t fast enough and takes a blow to the head. You scream and begin running towards him as he lays in the dirt discombobulated. Clint tries to grab your arm but misses you just so.

In your ear you hear Clint tell Natasha to ready the jet. Before the being can get to Loki you throw yourself over his body. When he’s a few feet away you look at him with furious eyes.

“Stop!”

To your surprise the being stops mid step, considers your words, then stands in place. You frown but look at Loki who is watching with fascinated eyes, recovered from the hard hit he took. You watch as blood trails down the side of his face and out of his ear. He probably can’t hear out of his left ear.

Looking back up at the being you ask it, “Who sent you? What are you?”

The being stares at the two of you but answers, “I am Subject 52103 Growing Man, and my master sent me.”

You feel Loki tense under you and assume he knows who his master is.

“Tell your master to leave Earth alone, that if you or him show your faces here again, the Avengers will take you out without hesitation.”

The Growing Man nods and leaves in a flash of purple and black.

Letting out a tense breath you stand and help Loki up. Making your way back to the quin jet, you pick up Clint.

“Why does he want you?” Clint asks, looking at you.

You walk, holding Loki at your side, the hit from the Growing Man doing enough to leave him a bit disoriented and sluggish.

“I don’t know and I’m not quite sure I want to know.” You say. Loki stays conveniently quiet the entire walk to the quin jet. Clint doesn’t ask anything else either.

Pt. 9.1/Pt. 10/?

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all1e23 · 4 years

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Between the Stars [Pt. 2]

Pairings: Past!Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader

Summary: Struggling with the death of your husband, you find comfort in someone unexpected.

Series warnings: CHARACTER DEATH. Grief. Overall sadness. Depression. It’s pretty angsty if I’m being honest. Things mellow out as the series goes on. TW: Military/Spouse death

A/N: This chapter is strictly Bucky’s POV. If you haven’t figured it out yet each chapter is another month since Steve has been gone. It’s a heavy chapter but the whole series is heavy. No beta and it was lightly edited because I was lazy. As always for this series, flashback are italicized. If you like it write a book report, sing me a song or come scream at me.

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“We’ve got two months left. You gonna tell him before we get home or just let him find out after you're gone and really mess with his head?”

Bucky huffed at the sarcastic tone coloring Sam’s snark. At least Bucky didn’t have to guess what his opinion on the whole situation was. Sam was shouting it loud and clear. Bucky didn’t have much choice regardless of what Sam thought. He let this all go on far too long, and if he didn’t do something, this whole mess would come unraveled and hurt everyone involved. Bucky could deal with the hurt he put on his own heart, but he wouldn’t hurt Steve or Y/n.

This was the only option because Bucky simply couldn’t take it anymore.

The zipper on Bucky’s rucksack snagged along the way, and Bucky cursed under his breath as the metal teeth stuck leaving the bag half-zipped. He yanked the sides open as best he could and aggressively shoved clean socks, underwear, and shirts into his pack. Thankfully, it wasn’t cold at the moment, so the weight on his back wouldn't be extensive this time around, and according to Steve, it was a short mission. In and out, gather some intel and back in time to lay low until it was time to catch a bird home.

Going home was the problem, though.

Bucky could navigate this life. He could handle being a soldier and all that came with it, but being back in the ‘real world’ complicated things, and Bucky had trouble figuring out how to… exist without bullets flying by his head.

“What do you think is going to happen when you tell him? You’re like his brother, man. He deserves to know that you’re leaving town and the reasons why.”

Bucky sighed and tossed his ammo pouch down next to his water. Sam and Bucky didn’t always see things eye to eye. It was a bit of give and take, tug of war between the two of them. It usually came down to what things they were willing to say and what they weren’t. Sam liked to talk things through, whereas Bucky would rather let some things die the way they are meant to -- so Bucky said. No need to kick up a fuss when it only ends in three broken hearts with no good reason for it.

“No,” Bucky grunted. “I’m not going to tell Steve, my best friend as you like to remind me repeatedly, that I am in love with his wife and I have to leave because I can’t stand to see them together a second fuckin’ longer. There ain’t no point. Only gonna hurt him and Y/n. It’s easier if I just go.”

“Easier for who? You didn’t do anything wrong, man. You’ve been in love with her--”

“Hey!” Steve shouted across tiny space and grinned at the two men sharing whispers. “You boys ready to go? The quicker we get this done, the faster I get to talk to my wife.”

Bucky watched as Steve tucked a black scarf around his neck, hiding it under his BDU’s and it made Bucky’s stomach twist with something sharp and painful. It was Y/n’s scarf. Bucky knew that. He would recognize it anywhere. Y/n gave Steve one before every tour, and Steve clung to it -- Steve’s good luck charm. Just the sight of the damn thing made Bucky ache. He hated all of this, how he felt. Bucky loathed what he was doing to the two most important people in his life. As much as he wanted to stop, he couldn't. He tried. He tried over and over again. So when Steve mentioned starting a family when they all got back to civilian life, Bucky knew it was time he moved on.

It wasn’t because he was doing some noble act by allowing the two of them to have a life and family without him interfering. It was purely for him. It was for selfish reasons, and Bucky wasn’t trying to spin it any other way. He had to leave because he couldn’t stand by and watch.

“It’s easier for everyone. I’ll tell him I’m leaving, but the reason stays between you and me.”

“Bucky…”

“Swear on it, Sam. I need to know this doesn’t go past us.”

Sam sighed but nodded his head.

“Yeah, okay. It stays between us.”

Sam had been right it turned out.

Bucky should have told Steve the whole truth that day. He deserved to know who Bucky was and what secrets he was hiding from him. Especially after everything they’ve been through. After he asked Bucky to… Bucky shook his head and stared down at the photo in his hand, fifteen years changes a few things. Time adds a bit of wrinkles, a little grey, and maybe a little extra weight, too. Bucky ran his thumb over the photo and shook his head. It all seemed like a lifetime ago. Steve stood next to Bucky, a shy smile on his clean-shaven face and blonde bangs flopped in his eyes. Wasn’t much different from pictures they took not that long ago if he was being honest, only Y/n was on Bucky’s other side, perched on the deck railing and her chin resting on his shoulder.

He should have been upfront and told Steve what a coward he had for a best friend, and now it was too late to make confessions.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Bucky looked up over the toe of his boots to find Natasha standing at the foot of his cot, arms crossed and brow arched in the way that said she was disappointed with him. There was a lot to be disappointed by at the moment, so Bucky was unsure what defense he should start with. He tossed the picture on the rickety table next to him and folded his arms behind his head, he was going to play dumb. That was his best chance at getting out of this unscathed.

“What--”

“Don’t give that bullshit.”

Okay, that wasn’t going to work. Clearly

“Have you called Y/n yet? We are set to be airborne in thirty-nine hours, and it’s been two months since the mission. You need to talk to her.”

That was how Steve was being talked about now. Natasha has refused to say anything else since Steve died. She has called it “the mission” from the moment they came back bloody, broken, and missing a brother. It had been hard on everyone, but Steve was one of the few people Natasha trusted without a doubt, and she took his loss hard. On the day of Steve’s funeral, Natasha didn’t speak to anyone but somehow ended up with a bottle of scotch and three paper cups. Bucky didn’t ask how she got it. Clint wasn’t about to question the first bit of booze he had seen in over a year. Knowing Natasha Bucky didn’t want to know where it came from and as her superior officer, it was better that he didn’t.

Not that any of them owed The Army anything anymore. As far as Bucky was concerned, he paid his dues when he watched his best friend bleed out in his arms while he begged Bucky to take care of his wife.

“I haven’t called her,” Bucky admitted, guilt showing through the tough facade he was putting on. He hadn’t meant to ignore Y/n these past eight weeks. There were roughly thirty unfinished letters wrapped up in his pack, likely to never see the light of day. They were awful and sounded like something you would read in a grief pamphlet. All the things Y/n would hate to hear and every time Bucky reached for the phone to call her, he couldn’t. Bucky didn’t know what to say: I’m sorry. I know I told you I would bring him home and I swore I would protect him with my life, but I didn’t.

If he could, Bucky would trade places with Steve for Y/n in a heartbeat. It should have been him. It never should have been Steve. Steve was the better half of the pair. Everyone thought so, and Bucky didn’t have someone who loved him waiting on him back home, not the way Steve did. Yeah, his mom and sister would have taken the blow the hardest, but they would have leaned on each other and made it through like they always did. Y/n didn’t have anyone else, and Bucky should have done more to protect her from this. He was standing right there when it happened. He shouldn’t have walked away and left Steve standing there out in the open--

“You need to talk to her before you go home. At least let her know you’re coming to crash on her couch.”

“I don’t know what to say to her, Tasha.”

Natasha stared at him long enough to make him squirm from unease. She had a way of making me feel like an idiot without ever saying a word. Natasha sighed and locked eyes with him, ensuring he wouldn’t look away before she spoke.

“Tell her you love her for starters.”

Bucky felt panic rising in his chest. How did she know? Only Sam knew. Sam was the only one that he told all those years ago, he was the only one there the night all went down. Bucky relaxed as she went on, “She’s your closest friend--”

Natasha doesn’t know you can relax, Bucky repeated to himself a few times until his hands unclenched and his heart rate returned to normal.

“--and she doesn’t deserve to be ghosted by one of the few people she has left because you’re awkward with emotions.”

Bucky knew Natasha was right, but that doesn’t make it any easier. One thing hadn’t changed in the past two months; Bucky was still a coward.

“Hey, Trouble.”

Bucky held back his chuckle as he watched Y/n nearly jump out of her skin at the sound of his voice. Once she realized it was merely Bucky she narrowed her eyes, and he could no longer contain his chuckle. Y/n dug an elbow into his ribs, and he feigned a groan for her sake. Bucky leaned against the railing, resting on his elbows and doing everything he could to keep his eyes focused on the water before him, not exactly where he wanted to look.

He wasn’t sure he could look at her. Not right now. Bucky’s nerves were jumping like a live wire, and he was worried if he saw her pretty eyes staring back at him, he would chicken out.

“Sorry,” Bucky said, soft and unsure. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

That was true. Bucky hadn’t meant to. He only wanted a few minutes alone with her.

“It’s okay. I’ve seen one too many horror movies. I feel like Jason is going to come up out of the lake or something,” she said with a shiver and instinctively slid closer to Bucky, letting their arms brush against each other.

Shit, she was adorable when she said things like that. Bucky grinned and leaned his head towards hers with his eyes trained on a piece of driftwood floating nearby. He took a deep breath and whispered in her ear, “I’ll protect you, Y/n. I promise I’ll always protect you.”

Bucky didn’t know why he said that. That was so utterly stupid. They were friends, and it didn’t matter what he wanted, Y/n never crossed that line or hinted that she wanted him to cross it. He should know better, but then she turned to face him, and the driftwood floating against the black water couldn’t hold his attention a second longer. He swallowed the lump in his throat and watched the way her lip reddened from the friction of her teeth, her eyes were brighter tonight under the moon, and her voice never sounded as sweet.

"Always saving me. How’d I get so lucky to have a friend like you, Buck?”

That night changed everything between Bucky and Y/n, and his friendship with Steve was never the same. Not that Steve noticed, and maybe Bucky never did either. They’ve been friends for so long, ups and downs came and went through the years, so it wasn’t unusual to go through a few rough patches. Well, they were friends. Steve wasn’t there, and even if he was Bucky doubted, Steve would want him in life.

Not once he discovered the truth under it all.

Bucky leaned his head back against the headrest and closed eyes. That night wouldn’t stop playing on repeat. He saw the flames from the bonfire like they were in front of him, he remembered the violet in Y/n’s shirt and the lines on her bathing suit top. He remembered being a chicken, Dot, and every single second that led them all here to this future. There was a heaviness in his heart, and it came from the weight on his lap. Bucky looked down at the stack of envelopes resting on his legs, wrapped with white twine.

They were meant for him, and every one was written by Steve; Bucky hated him a little for putting that burden on his shoulder. Bucky already had to live with failing him; was that not enough?

Steve had to ask this of him, too?

Bucky ran his thumb along the worn paper of the envelope. They were covered in dirt, and the ink his name was written in on the front had all but faded away. He wished he could ask Steve when the hell he wrote these letters. If Bucky didn’t know any better, the punk’s been carrying them around since their first tour. It wasn’t fair what Steve was asking of him, and it wasn’t fair to Y/n either. Steve should have left these to Y/n, not to him. Bucky didn’t deserve to have Steve’s last words.

There wasn’t much that Bucky did deserve, and the little that he did wasn’t anything good.

Bucky glanced around at his unit surrounding him, and everyone was preoccupied. A few were playing card games, some were telling stories about their families and what their plans were once the plane landed, but the majority were fast asleep. It was as good a time as any to see what this was all about. Bucky took a deep breath and pulled the first letter out of the stack, carefully running his index finger under the flap to loosen the glue. It wasn’t difficult to separate thanks to the age of the glue and delicate paper it was clinging to.

Clint’s loud cackling laugh startled Bucky enough to make him hesitate when he began to unfold the three pieces of notebook paper in his hand. He eyed the group, making sure they went back to their own little bubbles before he forced his fingers to work. Bucky flatted the pages on his knee and shifted in his seat at the sight of his name in Steve’s handwriting on that top left corner of the yellowed page. Something Bucky never gave much thought about before, but now he wanted to hold onto that little piece of Steve.

It was dumb, but that was all they had left.

He cleared his throat to rid it of the lump that was rapidly forming and adjusted the hat on his head, pulling it down over his eyes as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. Not that anyone would dare come over when he looked as he did, it felt as though he needed to hide. Bucky stayed hunched over like that as he read the first of twelve letters.

Buck,

I’m not thrilled that you’re reading this. If you are, it means something went wrong, and I’m not going to be making it home. I hope you’re not with me. I hope you’re heading home and taking care of things for me. I know you will. You’ve always been there when I needed you. This time will be no different.

I bet you’re wondering how this is possible or why I did this. After Y/n, I knew I need some kind of back up plan. I wrote this during our first tour. Remember when I was sitting at the table and refused to tell you who I was writing to? You said I must be writing in my diary. I was writing to you, pal.

You might have noticed there are twelve. Twelve letters. One a month. I figured it will take about twelve months, maybe more. I hope it doesn't take more than a year from any of you. I don’t want that.

Listen, Buck… I’m writing these because I have a favor to ask, and you’re the only one that can do it. I need you to take care of Y/n, and the letters will help…”

Well, Bucky certainly deserved this.

The flight was fine, long, but it went by without incident. Everyone was too excited to get home to cause much of a fuss about anything. It had been a long, painful tour, and for most, this was their last. Clint, of course, made a show the second they hit the pavement, fell to his knees, and kissed the tarmac. He wouldn’t admit it, but Bucky knew he burnt his lips. Bucky watched the men and women being greeted by friends and family, his chest tightened, and it felt as if he was being torn apart from the inside. If everything had gone the way it was supposed to, Y/n would be there with one of those silly signs and a tub of cookies.

Y/n wasn’t there because she had no reason to be, and part of that was Bucky’s fault.

That fault extended beyond the loss they both were suffering.

Bucky asked his mother and Rebecca to stay home this time around. It wasn’t a secret how badly they wanted to see him, but he wasn’t in the right place to give them the reassurance they needed. They needed to see him, so they knew without a doubt he was home, and he was okay, but he wasn’t. Yeah, he made it back, but a big part of him died out in the desert along with Steve. He wasn’t worthy of some big welcoming party full of tearful kisses and bone-crushing hugs. A quick hello at his mother’s place, in private, would be all he got because Bucky had several promises to keep before he could move on like he had planned.

Being home wasn’t all bad, though. The weight of his mistakes still clung to him, but the air was lighter here, and the sun was brighter without being as hot. The trees rustled in the breeze making his skin prickle at the sound. Bucky had forgotten he liked that sound. There were times like this when Bucky could simply forget. It was as if Steve wasn’t gone. He would be waiting for him when they got home, and the last two months wouldn’t have happened.

Those moments never lasted long; reality was always lurking nearby.

Bucky stopped on the front porch, letting the thud of his boots sound his arrival. His pack slid off his shoulder and dropped onto the aging wood with a thwack. He took a deep breath and waited. It took longer than he thought it would. Bucky was a minute away from ringing the bell when the screen door creaked, and Y/n stepped out onto the porch, eyes clouded and hesitant, bottom lip sucked between her teeth to keep him from seeing the quiver. She crossed her arms over her chest, using them to guard herself against whatever Bucky had to tell and to ensure he knew she was angry with him.

Bucky smiled.

Forced into a new life, but the same girl he left behind was wrapped up in there somewhere. He had no doubt a part of her was gone forever, just like him, but that little piece stuck around, and he was glad. As mad as she was, he hoped she would let him say sorry. He had a lot to apologize for, a broken promise he could never make up for at the top of the list.

“Hey, Trouble,” Bucky said with the faintest of smirks.

Bucky titled his head to the side, giving her a moment to process that it was really him standing there before him. Y/n’s arms fell to her side, and she threw herself into his waiting arms, hiding her face in his neck where she could finally let out two months' worth of tears and heartache; no one else would be able to carry them the way Bucky could. It turned out, she had missed him as much as he missed her. Bucky lifted her feet off the ground, she was lighter than he remembered, but losing half your heart will do that to you. He tightened his arms around Y/n, letting her feet hover off the ground as he carried her behind the safety of the concrete walls she’s been hiding within.

“It’s all right, Y/n,” Bucky whispered into the dark and empty house that already haunted him. “I got ya. We’re gonna be okay. I promise. I’m home, and we’re gonna be all right.”

Sorry, and secrets could wait till morning.

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rubberducky-jrr · 4 years

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Be My Saviour - Part One

Summary: Peter tries to save you from Flash’s continuous flirting with you at school.

Pairings: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst, arguing and very bad flirting

A/n: Sorry it’s taken me a while to post this, life is very busy at the moment but I hope people are still wanting to read this. We’re starting off quite tame for part one, no near death experiences or major angst... Not just yet anyway but wait till you read part two (which might be a while, give me time)

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You quickly walked down the corridor to your locker, fumbling to open your backpack. You were running slightly late due to missing your alarm this morning and sleeping in. You were completely flustered and knew you looked a mess, not having brushed your hair or had time to put makeup on.

You finally got to your locker, hiding away from the crowd of students making their way to class. You switched your books over for the day’s classes with a sigh, thankful you had made it in time.

“Hey, Stark!” You heard Flash call from down the corridor causing you to roll your eyes. You began to mentally prepare yourself for the following conversation.

“Hi Flash,” you replied, shutting your locker door to see him leaning up against the lockers next to yours. A small smirk was plastered across his face, his eyes quickly looking you up and down. “What do you want?” You asked, walking past him and in the direction of your first class.

“Just wanted to check up on my favourite girl,” he said, arm going to wrap around your shoulder. You glanced at his hand in disgust before looking at him. He was completely oblivious to your discomfort and annoyance.

“Favourite girl? Please, that’s clearly your mother,” you replied and he glanced at you with a small shocked expression on his face.

“Well excuse me, I’m like the only guy around here who pays you any genuine attention, so don’t you think it would be polite to be nice to me,” he replied and you rolled your eyes, walking into the classroom.

You caught Peter’s eyes in a heartbeat, seeing a small frown appear on his face when he glanced at Flash’s arm around you.

“Be nice to you? Just like you are to everyone else, no thanks,” you replied to Flash, shrugging off his arm and walking over to the seat in front of Peter, who sat next to Ned.

“What was that about?” Peter leant forward, his voice close to your ear. You just shrugged, having gotten use to Flash’s inappropriate closeness and remarks, it’s not like you couldn’t handle it.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” you simply said, taking out your notebook and pencil case. You really didn’t care about Flash’s attempted advancements on you, he wasn’t hurting anyone and you kind of enjoyed making fun of him with your comebacks.

“It sure didn’t seem like it, you looked really uncomfortable.”

“It’s alright, I can handle-“

“Quiet please in the back, thank you,” the teacher called out before starting the lesson.

You could feel Peter watching you throughout most of class, glancing a few times at Flash who kept giving you winks, which you just ignored.

The bell for the end of first period eventually rang and everyone began to pack away. Before Peter could even think to come and talk to you, Flash was by your side, holding out his arm as if waiting for you to take it.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you heard Peter grumble behind you. “Flash just leave her alone already, it’s kind of pathetic,” he then said loudly and Ned gave him a slight shocked look from the sudden confidence to stand up against Flash.

“Wow, look at penis Parker standing up for once,” Flash teased and you glanced at Peter who didn’t seem to be backing down. He was glaring daggers at Flash, about to snap, shocking you slightly with how he was reacting.

“Just leave her alone,” he said, trying to save you from Flash. He rolled his eyes at Peter, ignoring him and turning to look at you.

“Are you going to let this loser tell you who you can and can’t hang out with?” Flash asked you and you just sighed in annoyance. Flash went to take your arm in his, making you step back slightly with a frown on your face.

“I said leave her alone,” Peter practically growled at Flash, pushing his arm away from taking yours. The look on Flash’s face caused Ned to pull Peter back slightly. Before Flash or Peter could think about throwing a punch at the other, MJ stepped in.

“Hey, Y/n, walk with me,” she quickly said, suddenly appearing by your side and slipping her arm into yours, pulling you out of the classroom. “Your welcome,” she said once you were out in the corridor and walking to second period.

“Did you see how Peter reacted?” You asked, mainly to yourself. MJ simply shrugged, her arm dropping from around yours.

“I’m just surprised you’ve not punched Flash in the face yet.”

“Oh believe me, I’ve wanted to but he’s not worth detention,” you said and MJ let out a small laugh.

***

You met up with Peter after school to walk back to the tower together, just like you normally did when you knew he was going to be in the lab with your dad for the evening. You greeted him with a casual smile but was thrown off slightly when he simply replied with a grunt. You began to notice he was being closed off with you, giving you one or two worded answers as you walked home.

You sighed as you walked into the Avengers Tower, not holding the door open for Peter since he was being rude to you.

By the time you were in the elevator you were bickering with each other, Peter bringing up Flash once again and making you wish he resorted back to not talking to you.

You stormed out of the elevator onto the shared floor, slamming your backpack onto the kitchen table and making Sam jump out of his skin.

“Whoa, what’s up, little Stark?” He asked before glancing at Peter who walked in, following after you. “Oh.” He added, seeing the equally angry expression you had mirrored on Peter’s face. He slowly slipped from the chair and wandered over to the sofa in the living room, giving Bucky an “oh shit” expression.

Bucky glanced behind Sam and over to the open kitchen as you let out what sounded like a strangled sigh.

“Please stop following me,” you snapped, turning around to face Peter.

“Not until you listen to my side of all this,” he said and you slammed you jacket onto the table, taking a few steps towards him.

“Alright, go on then,” you snapped, causing Peter to take a step back at your sudden outburst. “Tell me why the hell you thought I needed your protection, like little old me couldn’t handle myself with Flash. I grew up as Tony Stark’s daughter, you learn a few things about how to stand up for yourself. I don’t need you to save me,” you exclaimed, practically shouting towards the end of your rant.

Peter seemed to switch, suddenly becoming unfazed by your harsh expression and strong stance. His jaw clenched and eyes harden on you. You suddenly felt yourself cracking under his look, heart rate picking up slightly as you tensed.

“Then why did you not stand up for yourself, he was all over you,” he growled, his arms flying out to the sides as he tried to express everything he was feeling.

Sam glanced at Bucky, raising an eyebrow at him to which Bucky just smirked. They both knew exactly what was going.

“Is this some sort of lovers spat?” Natasha suddenly asked them, climbing over the back of the sofa to flop down next to Bucky and watch the argument unfold.

“It’s cute, they have no idea how much in love they are with each other,” Sam said and Bucky breathed a laugh as you replied to Peter.

“And? Why do you all of a sudden care if Flash is all over me? Last time I checked you were practically drooling over that Liz chick,” you snapped, catching Peter off guard. His expression changed, a look of hurt shining in his eyes as a blush rose to his cheeks.

“I-I don’t... I don’t even like Liz anymore,” he said in his defence and you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.

“Oh please,” you scoffed.

“He’s telling the truth,” Nat called over, breaking you both away from your argument to realise there were other people around. “I mean, it’s pretty obvious who he likes now, isn’t it.” She glanced at Bucky and Sam who hummed in agreement.

“You could even say he is drooling over her right now,” Sam commented, all three of them looking back at you. You frowned, completely confused to who they were taking about.

“They mean you,” Peter suddenly said. His voice was quiet this time, wavering slightly as he looked at you.

You frowned at him, seeing how his voice reflected his expression. Your mouth was open slightly, unable to say the words that your mind was screaming at you to say.

“You like me?” You asked instead of admitting you felt the same way about him.

He grabbed his bag from off the floor, his cheeks turning red. You noticed his eyes were glazed over as if he was about to cry.

“Pet-“

“Just leave it,” he grumbled. “I’ll not stand up for you again, okay... You win.”

You were left in the kitchen, staring after Peter’s retreating form. You quickly became aware of the eyes on you, a look of pity on their faces. You swallowed down the lump forming in your throat before sniffing, trying to act as if everything was fine. You turned to the three avengers, all giving you a knowing look and causing you to let out a tired sigh. You moved over to flop onto the couch next to Sam.

“I’m an idiot,” you grumbled out before leaning into Sam. He lifted his arm to wrap it around you, pulling you into a side hug.

“Yeah, but so is Peter,” he said and you just closed your eyes, letting out a groan.

“How long has he liked me?” You asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

“My guess is from the moment he set eyes on you,” Nat simply said, causing you to open your eyes and look at her in shock.

“So like a year and a half now,” Bucky clarified, making you groan once more.

“Yep, it’s official, I’m a complete idiot,” you said, leaning back up to sit and rest your head in your hands.

“That was already official years ago,” Bucky teased and you sent a harsh glare in his direction.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it, Y/n,” Sam said, a hand coming to rest on your back in reassurance.

“I should probably go talk to him,” you began, looking up from your hands.

“I’d wait on that if I were you,” Steve’s voice called from behind as he walked into the room.

“Why?”

“He didn’t look like he was really in the talking mood when he bumped into me back at the elevator,” he answered, coming up to stand behind the sofa you were sat on.

You let out a deep sigh, feeling guilt wash over you. Why hadn’t you just told him earlier that you liked him too, then none of this would have happened. Your best friend wouldn’t be mad at you, he wouldn’t be running off with tears in his eyes and you wouldn’t be here currently getting counselling from the worse counsellors the world had to offer, well, except for Sam.

“I take it they found out they like each other?” Steve asked and Bucky nodded.

“You missed the whole show and everything,” he replied with a smirk.

“Damn.”

“Ok, I’m leaving now,” you said, standing up and walking over to grab your backpack before heading down to Bruce’s lab, hoping you could hide out there for a while with him.

***

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redfoxwritesstuff · 4 years

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The First Time (Clint x ofc)

Well, this took longer than I intended. Happy Friday! For those of you who are regular readers of mine, here’s a remind: Of Dust and Ashes is *not* posting this week. For any new readers, Welcome! I promise not to hurt you too much.

This is a one-shot for @avengerscompound‘s Take A Line Challenge. I tend to be far too shy to interact with many of the big writers around here but I just want to say Thank You for the endless amount of reading materials you’ve given. Header a gift from @avengerscompound

My line was: “Once you’re in that place, you just… hate yourself so much that.. you can’t imagine how anyone could ever not hate you…”

Warnings: Canon typical violence, mental/emotional trauma, death, gun violence, referenced child trafficking.

Rating: Teen

pairing: Clint x ofc

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The First Time

Bullets flew by her, hitting the wall behind her. Chips of brick and stone fractured and stabbed against her neck. It had been close, far too close. This was a mistake. It was all a mistake but even that thought was fractured as it flew through her racing mind.

She had to get across the room. She had to get to where they had the kids. She had to save them.

In her ear, her boyfriend Clint and Natasha were screaming. Orders were being issued and frankly, she was ignoring them all. Later, she would be punished for this, written up for it but right now, it didn’t matter. What mattered right now was those kids that were being bought and sold right in front of her. The plan be damned, she wouldn’t allow any of them to go through another day being forced to clean and slave for others.

Clint had to beg to be placed as lead on this mission. She had to push and push to earn her place on this mission. It wasn’t her first field mission but it was her first high stake mission and she was blowing it. But she couldn’t not do anything. So what if they never put her back in the field.

Before she could figure out what her next move was, she found herself looking at the back of a burly man. It felt like each heartbeat was at risk of bursting her chest open. The man held a gun and was yelling words at children, ushering them out of a back door.

They were taking the kids. If they took the kids, there was a chance that Shield wouldn’t be able to locate them before they were sold. The man slapped a small girl, she had to have been under five years old. The tiny body hit the ground.

She couldn’t hear the voices screaming in her ear piece. If asked, she couldn’t begin to say when she pulled her gun. She had no memory of leveling it. When the brittle crack of the gunshot filled the air, she was as surprised as everyone else.

Her hands ached with the recoil. The way a gunshot impact hits a human body was very different in reality than what she had seen in movies. There was a small burst of red as his neck came apart and then, that was it. He wasn’t thrown back. He simply dropped.

Children screamed. Clint yelled orders. Natasha lectured Clint.

She aimed her gun as another man rushed to the children and without thought, she pulled the trigger. Another brittle crack filled the air and another lifeless body hit the ground. The only sound that registered was the sound of her gun and the sound of the bodies falling.

Blood trickled down her cheek but she paid it no mind. Again and again, she took aim and fired. This wasn’t how the mission was planned. This wasn’t the plan. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t how things went.

“Nicci?” A voice called and a hand settled on her shoulder.

She jerked, eyes wide and stumbled back a few steps. The gun hit the arm of the person behind her, bashing against their arm. The man cursed but she couldn’t hear it over the sound of her blood rushing in her ears and the crying of children. Without thought. She raised the gun while alarm bells dimly roared in the back of her mind and she pulled the trigger.

There was a hollow click. She pulled it again but there was again only a hollow click. The man reached out, yanking the gun from her hands. She couldn’t die here. She couldn’t die now. She needed to make sure those kids were safe. Protected. She needed to-

The man grabbed her wrists as she struck out at the man, dressed in black. He grabbed her and held firm but otherwise did not move as she struggled. Panic welled in her, eating into the rage that had been fueling her.

When she moved to kick him, he used her momentum to spin her around. Her back was only to him for a split second but he didn’t give her a chance to round on him. In the space of a heartbeat, his arms were around her and his large hands wrapped around her wrists. He held her tight as she bucked against him, doing everything she could to work herself free.

It was no use though. With the panic racing through her mind and the flood of adrenaline, her training was carried away.

“I’ve got you. You’re okay.” The man cooed.

The man. That voice. Clint. She’d tried to shoot Clint. She tried to shoot the man she loved. If she had any bullets left in her gun, he’d be dead and it would be her fault.

Everything clicked into place and she stilled. The world seemed too sharp. The colors were too vivid. The weight of his arms around her felt crushing as her eyes darted around.

Blood. Bodies. Death. Screaming. Crying children. Noise.

She wanted to vomit.

Natasha was ushering children out through where they had come in. In her ear, she could hear transport was going to be out front within a few minutes. She looked pointedly at Clint and Nicci could feel him nod firmly behind her, his cheek moving against her hair.

Her knees gave out. If not for Clint’s arms around her, she would have fallen to the ground. He lowered her slowly. It dawned on her many of the bodies were her doing. She’d killed them.

“What happened?” Clint asked and she couldn’t give voice to the answer. Instead, she twisted and clung to him and cried until the world went dark.

~~~~~<3

It was late. She sat in the dusty bed of the one room apartment they had been squatting in. Tomorrow, they would leave. Tonight however, Clint was taking his blows from his superiors. He’d probably be hearing about how sideways their mission had gone for at least another hour.

Natasha was likely at his side. Nicci could see them through the ripped up drapes that covered the window. They did their business on the fire escape so that she had space and peace to rest.

Clint ordered her to rest and for a while, she tried. Since she couldn’t sleep, she should have been out there with them, taking the blame and owning up to her mistakes. She couldn’t do that, though. It rolled in her gut, knowing that she was too much of a coward to do own up at them.

With every ounce of care she could manage, she stood up from the bed and moved through the room silently. Unsure of where she was going to go or what she was going to do, she slipped Clint’s hoodie over her. It draped down, covering the tank top she wore and hanging halfway down her thighs. It was long, even on him.

His scent enveloped her, offering her troubled mind some slight comfort as she laced up her heavy boots. For a moment, she considered pulling her waves back but instead she just wrapped her hand around the doorknob.

She wondered without much thought to where she was going. She made her way up the stairs at the end of the hall, climbing flight after flight as she tired to leave the cursed image of bodies on the ground behind her.

Faster and faster, she climbed. Still, the memory of what had happened that day, of what she had done that day was hot on her heels. By the time she crashed through the heavy metal door leading to the roof, she was sprinting. It closed behind her and she didn’t give it a thought.

The cold air felt like needles on her cheeks but she deserved the pain. White puffs of air rose from her mouth and nose with each hurried breath. The air stung her lungs but she deserved that too. Jean clad legs carried her to the edge. A naked palm braced against the rough stone of the roof as she swung her legs over the edge. The stone was cold under her as she sat down hard.

The frost and ice melted into her jeans but she ignored it. Her mind ran away with her, not that it had really been with her for most of the night. Tears welled in her eyes but she fought them back. She had no right to cry.

Nicci was always a woman who believed in justice. Sure, the system had it’s faults, sure it was often cracked in places but at the end of the day, it worked well enough. And she was a part of that system. There were laws, rules to obey. A system of delivering justice.

Yet, she had worked outside of that. She had taken the law into her own hands. She acted as judge, jury and executioner. There was no reason why they had to die. As much as she tried, she couldn’t remember why she took that first shot. Why did she go for a kill shot? She couldn’t remember.

It wasn’t just one person. It wasn’t just one life. God, how many did she kill? At least four, perhaps more. Did they have families? Were all of their crimes worthy of death? Did they get off easy, not being sent through the justice system.

“Careful, the fall would be nasty. Don’t slip off. That’d be a lot of paperwork.”

“And I’ve given you enough of a headache for one mission.” Nicci didn’t even bother to look at him. “How much trouble are we in because of me?”

He let out a heavy sigh as he sat down next to her. “Not as much as you seem to think.”

“That’s good.”

“Talk to me, Nicci.” He bumped his shoulder softly into hers but she still wouldn’t look at him. It was a stab to his heart but he put that hurt away. It wasn’t about him, right now. “Was today your first…”

“Yep.” Large fingers laced through hers.

“Talk to me Nicc.” Squeezing her hand, he refused to let her run away from this.

“What if,” She started, unsure if she wanted to let the thoughts and feelings out of the box she was trying so desperately to shove them into.

He waited patiently. That was what she had fallen in love with first. His quiet patience was something unexpected from someone who was a bundle of energy and always moving.

“What if they didn’t have to die?” She whispered. “What if, what if I killed people that should have lived? It wasn’t my call. It wasn’t my job.”

“You can’t go there.” She didn’t really hear his voice.

“It wasn’t my job. It wasn’t my call. Why did I do it? Am I any better than them?”

He was silent for a moment as her words were strangled off my the tension in her heart. He held her hand as a lump formed in her throat. He so badly wanted to fix this for her but he couldn’t. This was something she had to work through on her own.

“Nicci.” He waited, squeezing her hand until she finally looked up to him and the blue of his eyes captured her. They were stormy and so uniquely his. “Don’t go there.”

“Clint.”

“No.” The strength in his voice stilled her words. “Once you’re in that place, you just… hate yourself so much that.. you can’t imagine how anyone could ever not hate you… I know, because I’ve been there. You did what you did but they were bad people and kids were in danger. You did what you felt like you had to.”

“But I didn’t have to. I didn’t have to keep going.” “Why? Why did you start?”

“I don’t remember.” She admitted. It made her a liability. She’d never be allowed on a high risk mission again.

“You got close- Closer than I wanted you to get. Closer than you should have been but we didn’t have a clear line of sight. You were right, we needed to have a better view of what was going on. I didn’t want you to go alone and tried to follow but I couldn’t fit through the gap you wiggled through. When I tried again, I knocked a paint can over. That started everything. It snowballed into a firefight. You did- God, you did everything right but you were never trained to be at the head of a firefight.”

“I-”

Clint pulled her into his arms. The weight of his embrace shattered the box she had been trying to keep her emotions in. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she clung to him. He rubbed her back and whispered soft words of comfort into the crown of her head. If the strands of blonde bothered him, he didn’t show it.

“We leave tomorrow. As soon as we land again, they’ll have a therapist meet us.”

“Clint- no, I don’t-”

“You do.” There was no judgment in his voice. “It’s standard procedure after any mission that results in deaths- the whole team gets mandatory therapy.”

“Oh.”

Clint let her out of his arms and stood, ignoring the way his knee popped. “Let’s go inside? We can wrap up in blankets and get cozy. Drive Nat a little insane.”

“Okay.” With his help, she stood.

Her legs were stiff and cold but she was only just now feeling it. As they made it toward the door, he never let go of her hand. He was well aware of what a fragile place she was in. There was nothing as shattering as the first kill. He had to suffer through his alone. There was no way in hell he would let her go through it alone.

There was a thump when he wrapped his hands around the door handle and pulled. It moved only enough to make the sound yet he tried again. And again.

“It’s a one way exit.” Nicci whispered. She hadn’t thought to check when she came out onto the roof. She honestly didn’t care if she could get back in at the time. Clearly, Clint didn’t think to check either.

“Awww, shit.” His words broke her. Or perhaps, they put a few of her broken pieces together again as she doubled over, laughing far harder than she expected.

“Better call Nat to save us.” She could hardly get the words out as she tried to control her laughter. He groped his pockets with an increasingly worried look in his face.

“I forgot my coms.”

“Awww, shit.” This time it was Nicci’s turn to say what was very likely Clint Barton’s catch phrase. “Nat will find us right?”

Their eyes locked and another fragment of her heart slipped into place. A smile bloomed on their face and they laughed together. “Eventually.”

~~~~~<3

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heisthq · 4 years

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you all certainly didn’t make this easy on me — it was an incredibly tough decision for many of the roles. there were THIRTY-EIGHT applications for only ELEVEN roles, which is insane, and please know that every single one was incredible. i’m only one person on the internet, and this decision is in no way a reflection of the quality of your writing ( seriously, i know i just said it, but i’m kind of shocked by how good every single app was ). i’m so grateful for all the love heist has gotten, and i couldn’t be happier with the beautiful submissions i received ! from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

for those of you who were accepted, please follow the checklist, familiarize yourself with your fellow members, & review the triggers list. once your blog is set up, please send it in to the main within 24 hours so i can send you a link to the discord server.

but enough talking — the newest members of HEISTHQ can be found under the cut !

welcome, DEDE ! you have been accepted as THE BLEEDING HEART, otherwise known as JUDY FAULKNER PRYCE ( ELIZABETH OLSEN ).

good god. what a way to start off acceptances — judy reached into my heart and took it for herself, and i’m not upset about it in the slightest. her gruff outer shell, still with that instinctive need to help, to do something, is so bleeding heart, and i ached at every step of the way through her journey. i knew i was really in for it when i dedicated a skeleton to loss itself, but you spun that concept into a living, breathing person and shot her back at me. i’ll happily let her knock me down any day, and i know she certainly will as soon as she makes her way onto the dash.

welcome, CHERRY ! you have been accepted as THE CAREER CRIMINAL, otherwise known as MISCHA DOSTOYEVSKY ( NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO ).

though you made my decision very difficult with that eleventh hour app, i couldn’t stop coming back to mischa. from the beginning of her childhood crimes to her current position as the head of the motherfucking bratva, she pulled me in and got me hook, line, and sinker. you painted such a brilliant picture of her that i felt she was going to jump off the page at any moment — and that last line of her bio ? chills. literal chills. finally, i have now decided their next heist is going to be stealing lip gloss from claire’s, shoutout to mischa for that hot idea. all in all, she’s an absolute delight, and i cannot wait to have her here.

welcome, REED ! you have been accepted as THE EYE IN THE SKY, otherwise known as INDIANA “INDIE” ASCENCIO ( ANA DE ARMAS, BUT ONLY WITH PINK HAIR ).

okay, first of all, are you kidding me with that bio structure ? that was the coolest shit i’ve ever seen. what a way to kick it off for the eye in the sky — i said break the stereotype and you said bet. indie is an absolute gem of a character, as stunning as she is valuable, and damn if she doesn’t know it. she’s so vibrant that i could practically hear her voice when i read your answers to the prompts; i’m still howling at thirty five pages of criminal offenses. the eye in the sky needed to take me by the throat to show me who they are; you broke down the door and said here she is. i couldn’t be more honored to have her.

welcome, NOAH ! you have been accepted as THE GETAWAY DRIVER, otherwise known as CARLISLE “JACE” JACOBI HARRISON-SHEA ( CYRUS AMINI ).

the getaway driver was, arguably, the toughest choice i had to make — but i couldn’t help myself. jace drew me back in every single time like a moth to a flame, and i know he’d read that fact with that same, secret little smirk. every moment of reading your app is exciting, like i’m white-knuckled in jace’s passenger seat, along for whatever twists and turns his psyche brings, which was exactly what i was looking for. there are too many incredible quotes to put in one acceptance post, but one such example is stunningly simple: you weren’t just running. you were chasing. i posed a question in the getaway driver’s skeleton, and with one quick pivot, you took my breath away. just... wow. that’s all.

welcome, MARS ! you have been accepted as THE HIRED GUN, otherwise known as ASLAN “MAZZIE” YILMAZ ( ALPEREN DUYMAZ ).

mars, i’m gonna be honest, i hate you a little bit ( but not really. i love you ). i’m pretty sure forcing me to choose between two stunning apps should count as some sort of personal attack, but after much agonizing, i’m delighted to settle with the absolute tragedy that is my newest son mazzie. there’s a quiet power, a quiet ( but no less imposing ) threat threaded throughout his story, and somehow you managed to weave my own heartstrings into the picture alongside it all. you sent me tumbling head over heels for this man who, in his own words, is death himself. you gave me my hired gun, and he’s everything i dreamed. thank you.

welcome, LUCY ! you have been accepted as THE INSIDE MAN, otherwise known as IVY WANG ( GEMMA CHAN ).

lucy. lucy !!! you didn’t make it easy on me, but man, i couldn’t be more wrapped around ivy’s finger, which is probably just how she’d like it. the structure of your app was so interesting & unique ( that arrest report ?? HOT ). she encapsulates the inside man so perfectly — from her mannerisms to her motivations, everything was so spot on that i’m pretty sure you reached inside my brain to pull out my exact vision. she feels so real, so human and so powerful all at once, and i would personally let her arrest me and write her a thank you note for putting me in jail. i’m obsessed. obsessed !

welcome, BEE ! you have been accepted as THE MASTERMIND, otherwise known as BISHOP LEE ( CHOI MINHO ).

my beautiful mastermind is no longer mine — he’s yours, bee, every inch, and i couldn’t be happier about it. from his recruitment log ( which was !!! you wove his voice into it so perfectly ) to his reasoning for creating the group in the first place, bishop is someone i didn’t expect, but i adore him, shaping his little family & leaving behind a legacy he can be proud of ( “so bishop acts like they’re immortal, because he truly believes they are. it’s just his version of immortality is in the history books rather than an eternally beating heart.” are you KIDDING ??? ). please don’t take him from me — i don’t want to let him go.

welcome, MIA ! you have been accepted as THE NEW KID ON THE BLOCK, otherwise known as MARTY CHOI ( KANG MINA ).

listen, i’m pretty relieved i didn’t get another app for this character, because i didn’t need one — marty is the new kid, through and through. she has that hunger that is so quintessential for this role, the drive and ambition for something more in this grand universe of ours. it’s so perfectly exemplified by marty’s own words: let me be excellent at something again. let me be proud of my own capabilities again. let me be part of something so i'll stop feeling so alone. this !! this is so perfect i almost jumped out of my skin reading it. thank you for bringing me our perfectly imperfect new kid — i can’t wait to see her in action.

welcome, LEXI ! you have been accepted as THE SECOND IN COMMAND, otherwise known as PERCY BANKS ( BRENTON THWAITES ).

holy shit, lexi. holy shit !! from the moment i saw “STATUS: deceased” at the beginning of your app, i knew i was in for a wild ride — but i had no idea what truly awaited me. from percy’s humble beginnings through his ambitious rise to hotshot fbi agent ( speaking of, can you say hot fucking take to have him as ex-fbi ? i’m floored ), i was hooked into the twists and turns of his story, my jaw dropping when i realized who jupiter was after all. the highs and lows of his first foray into the world of heists had me on the edge of my seat, and i truly cannot wait to see what percy does next — because at this rate, who knows where he’ll end up ? i’m excited to find out !

welcome, HANNAH ! you have been accepted as THE STAR OF THE SHOW, otherwise known as STRIKER KIM ( CHARLES MELTON ).

god, hannah — break my heart, why don’t you ? as each tidbit of striker’s past fell into place, that’s what you did, and i’m aching for this boy who’s just trying to stay alive ( and live as much as he can while he still is ). though the star could be played in so many different ways, you took this role an entirely different direction, and suffice to say it blew me away. literally, your mind. exhibit a — you didn’t go running to high society for fame or fortune, no. it was your insurance policy — god, striker !! he’s such a complex, heartbreaking character, and i can’t wait to see him on the dash. he may have a hand in two different worlds of crime, but he’s also got a place in my heart, and god knows he could use the love. also, making me crack a code just to understand your bio headings ? touché. i deserved that.

welcome, ELLIE ! you have been accepted as THE WATCHDOG, otherwise known as THEA JAIN ( NAOMI SCOTT ).

the watchdog requires a delicate balance: soft edges bathed in steel, a gentle person capable of terrible things. it can be a tough image to capture, but i shouldn’t have worried. your entire app painted a picture of this exact person, tugging at my heartstrings until the very end: remember that you are thea jain, and that you are a good person. you are kind. you are loved. and you are in control. that was it — just like thea’s fifth rule to round out the reminders of her morality, you completely sealed the deal. the way she cares for the team, baking for them and occasionally mothering them, exposes that soft underbelly guarded by her quiet yet surprising strength and power. you’ve made a beautiful character, ellie. i can’t thank you enough for bringing her to me.

#accepted.#thank u all for putting up w me !!!#sorry it took so long but whew #it's here

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therealjambery · 4 years

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Long fics rec post is long

What better way to while away the time than fanfiction? Long fanfiction! And when I say long, I mean long, like so long it is three novels put together, how on earth did you find time to write this, so long it takes even me more than one day to read long. I'm irrationally jealous of all of these writers, as I am the type of writer who has a hard time dashing off 10,000 words in a timely fashion, let alone writing anything longer.

I'm using the SFWA's definition of a novel here, which is anythiing over 40,000 words.

These are all stories I've loved, and most of them I've actually got saved as PDFs so I can re-read them wherever I want. I'm digging pretty deep into the archives for this one, kids, so hold onto your hats.

Fandoms: Avengers/Marvel, Firefly, Inception, Leverage, Merlin, Stargate Atlantis, Star Trek AOS, Supernatural, Torchwood

Fandom: Avengers/MCU/Marvel/Whatever we're calling it these days

in deep with you darling by topaz Author's Summary: Darcy could have, under normal circumstances, resisted the aesthetics (however awesome they are, and holy crap are they awesome), but there's an itch under her skin—apparently, nearly dying by giant, fire-breathing robots from space in the middle of Nowhere, New Mexico will start you questioning your life choices. Who knew? Main Pairing: Clint/Darcy Words: 48024

runaways are running the night by anothercover Author's Summary: Clint did like that the photo stayed private. He’s shit at social media, only on it because, you know, he has to be, but even Clint knew it was the kind of candid that was Instagrammable - #queen, #legend, #rawmemama, etcetera, ad nauseam, he’s pretty sure he could predict the comments before anyone actually typed them. (Bucky once said “raw me, mama?” to her with a goddamn straight face and Natasha’s expression of abject horror while she tried to work out if he meant it had made Clint laugh so fucking hard he was certain he’d ripped an organ in half. He still wants to find a way to work that story into his act, because on the one hand, people love it when he talks about his marriage, but it’s hard to find a way into it that doesn’t sound like he’s making fun of their fans, and that’s a big no-go.) AU: Natasha's in a band, Clint is basically John Mulaney, it's great Main Pairing: Clint/Natasha/Bucky Words: 53873

Ready, Fire, Aim 'Verse by gyzym Author's Summary: There's no "I" in "Avenger." Main Pairing: Steve/Tony Words: 63019

Ain't No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down) by spitandvinegar Author's Summary: It's six in the morning, and Steve is heading out on a run when he nearly trips over a bouquet of sunflowers on the front steps of his brownstone.

For a second paranoia takes over, and he kicks the flowers a little, waiting for them to explode. They don't. They also came with a card, which he picks up. The front of the card has a tasteful picture of the Brooklyn bridge at sunset. It's very nice and sedate, like the kind of card you would buy to give to your boss. On the inside someone has written a short message in big, shaky block letters.

I AM SORRY FOR SHOOTING YOU.

Steve sits down hard on the steps. Main Pairing: Steve/Bucky Words: 107076

Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail series by owlet Author's Summary: The mission resets abruptly, from objective: kill to objective: protect Main Pairing: Steve/Bucky Words: 264438

Clint Barton's Super Secret Snipers' Club by sara_holmes Author's Summary: Clint Barton's Super Secret Snipers' Club. (Invitation and pending mental health evaluation required.)

"When Steve brings Bucky back to the tower for the first time, Clint’s first thought is that Tony Stark’s pride and joy is quickly becoming a less of a very tall and expensive ‘fuck you’ in the faces of investors who don’t believe in self-sustaining energy, and more of a superhero rehabilitation center."

Boyfriends, compromises and learning to like oneself. Main Pairing: Clint/Bucky Words: 67059

Nobody Lost, Nobody Found by ClaraxBarton Author's Summary: "Look, dude, I get it. You’re fucked-up. HYDRA fucked you up. I’ve been there. But you’re my fucking Soul Mate!"

“I can kill you. I could kill you without even realizing what I was doing. I’m not fucked-up, I’m a monster. I’m a nightmare. You can’t be here. You can’t- All the people I’ve killed- I will not murder my Soul Mate too. Not after everything else I’ve-”

Clint worked his left hand between their bodies and managed to land a punch to the man’s right side, forcing him to shift his weight, and Clint brought his right hand down on the place where the man’s metal arm met his torso - hidden by the shirt he wore, but on full display in the video Clint had watched.

The man released Clint with a grunt of pain, and Clint pressed his advantage, landing another punch to his abdomen, backing him up against the opposite side of the RV and then pressing the kitchen knife he had pocketed while cleaning up earlier to the man’s throat.

“Like I said, I’m not a Boy Scout. I’m plenty dangerous myself. We clear on that?”

OR:

This looks bad, because it is.

OR:

How Clint Barton met his Soul Mate AU: soulmates! Main Pairing: Clint/Bucky Words: 108331

Ronin!Clint 'verse by shatteredhourglass Author's Summary: “Who the fuck are you and how did you get this line?”

“I have my ways,” the voice says, amused. “Don’t worry, I’m just enjoying the view, Captain America.” Main Pairing: Clint/Bucky Words: 63266

Fandom: Firefly/Supernatural

Weight and Motion by sevenfists [note: the podfic by dodificus is excellent] Author's Summary: The pears were ripe, Kaylee told him, but Mal wouldn't eat any of them. They were a present, nestled all sweet and green in a wooden crate that a grateful passenger gave them right before they left her on Greenleaf. AU: Crossover, Dean ends up on Serenity, just roll with it Main Pairing: Mal/Dean Words: 43117

Fandom: Inception

All the World is Bullet Shaped by pushdragon Author's Summary: If Arthur thinks that, just by waving enough money around, he can get Eames to risk his life and reputation to rescue him from a death sentence, he's got another thing coming. So Eames sets a malicious, undignified price on his services, one he can be certain that a man like Arthur would never condescend to pay. It turns out to be the first of many mistakes. Main Pairing: Arthur/Eames Words: 76656

I Seem to Be a Verb by Aja Author's Summary: Arthur owns a quirky hipster science bookstore. Eames is a world-famous mega-celebrity.

Clearly this calls for a meet-cute. AU: Notting Hill AU Main Pairing: Arthur/Eames Words: 93837

In Medias Res by starlingthefool Author's Summary: What's the most resilient infection? What's more infectious than a cold, deadlier than cholera? What lingers in your blood forever?

Love, of course. Mal has always known that. Her pointman Eames may dismiss her for a romantic, but for better or worse, love has gotten her this far. AU: Mirror-verse Main Pairing: Arthur/Eames, Mal/Dom Words: 52662

The Music Makers by mami_san Author's Summary: A. Graham Cole was twenty-one years old when he was killed in action in Iraq. This is the official story. The truth is, of course, somewhat different. Main Pairing: Arthur/Eames Words: I dunno, because it's not on AO3. But my PDF is 451KB so it's over 50k, most likely.

Presque Vu by rageprufrock Author's Summary: Or, "on the tip of the tongue." Arthur meets Mal first. He inherits Dom, after. Everything else is on him. Main Pairing: Arthur/Eames Words: 69588

Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home) [The DomesticVerse] by gyzym Author's Summary: People you kiss in an airport baggage claim and then don't talk to for thirteen months shouldn't be able to exist, let alone make your chest do the things Arthur's chest is doing. There are rules. Main Pairing: Arthur/Eames Words: 74828

Fandom: Leverage

Psychic AU series by Laughtsalot3412 Author's Summary: He had a sniper rifle scoping the girl’s bright eyes and the guy’s smile. AU: They all have psychic powers Main Pairing: OT3 Eliot/Parker/Alec Words: 89955

Fandom: Merlin

[note: look, I don't even go here. I've never watched the show. But.]

Drastically Redefining Protocol by rageprufrock Author's Summary: In which Prince Arthur meets Merlin and all hell promptly breaks loose. AU: Modern AU Main Pairing: Arthur/Merlin Words: 46,059

The Student Prince by FayJay Author's Summary: A Modern day Merlin AU set at the University of St Andrews, featuring teetotal kickboxers, secret wizards, magnificent bodyguards of various genders, irate fairies, imprisoned dragons, crumbling gothic architecture, arrogant princes, adorable engineering students, stolen gold, magical doorways, attempted assassination, drunken students, shaving foam fights, embarrassing mornings after, The Hammer Dance, duty, responsibility, friendship and true love... AU: Modern AU Main Pairing: Arthur/Merlin Words: 145222

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis

Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves by auburn Author's Summary: Vala Mal Doran and her partners, renegades Jehan abd-Ba'al and Meredith McKay, hijack the Tau'ri ship Prometheus and leave the Milky Way behind in search of the Lost City of the Ancients, Atlantis. AU: Space pirates! Main Pairing: John/Rodney Words: 180299

The Price That Life Exacts by cathalin Author's Summary:When John disappears without a trace during a routine mission, people in a beleaguered Atlantis eventually have to try to move on. Rodney never completely gives up hope of finding John, and though he soldiers on to help Atlantis, a year later he still lives every day with his grief. Main Pairing: John/Rodney Words: 63369

Written By the Victors by Spreranza Author's Summary: Caroll, Franklin R. Atlantis Revisited. New York and London, Routledge, 2011. Chapman, Denise. Several Kinds of Genius: The Life of Rodney McKay. NY: Harper Perennial, 2015. Croft, Rosalind. City of Spires: A Memoir. Toronto: The Mercury Press, 2009. Dugan, Paul. A Political History of Atlantis. Oxford: OUP, 2012. Main Pairing: John/Rodney Words: 52843

Tongues of Men and Angels by Mad_Maudlin Author's Summary: When SG-4 is ambushed offworld, an injured Major John Sheppard must put his trust in a Tok'ra agent named McKay to survive. But what secrets is McKay keeping about his mission, the planet, and his own motives for helping John? AU: They didn't go to Atlantis Main Pairing: John/Rodney Words: 58523

Fandom: Sherlock (TV)

The Least of All Possible Mistakes by rageprufrock Author's Summary: If ever a people deserved tasering, it’s Holmeses. Main Pairing: Lestrade/Mycroft AU: Genderbent Lestrade Words: 118096

Fandom: Supernatural

Red by Big Pink [note: seriously, this is one of my favorite fics/series ever and I have the ebooks if you want to not read this on LJ or FF.net] Author's Summary: Something evil is killing treeplanters in the forests of the Pacific Northwest, possibly the same predator that Dean narrowly escaped years before. How Grimm will things get before the brothers figure it out? Main Pairing: none Words: 81839

Fandom: Supernatural/Stargate Atlantis

And All the World Beneath by seperis Author's Summary: Dean remembers Texas as blackland stretching in marker-thick strips of vivid brown and black, broken with the sprawling metroplexes of Dallas and San Antonio and Houston; farms spread with the yellow tops of maize waving in pre-autumn winds, threshers moving complacently through the fields with drowsy men in hats waving at the road. He remembers green and gold fields dotted with cows, half-year calves running on the outskirts of the herds. He remembers these were what he saw between jobs, lives being lived that had nothing to do with creeping twilight and sleeping only behind salt circles and ritual wards. AU: Cthulhu mythos Main Pairing: Dean/John, John/Rodney Words: 67279

Fandom: Star Trek AOS

Leave No Soul Behind by whochick Author's Summary: If you're Starfleet, you spend your whole life wishing you never see an EPAS uniform right up until the moment they become your only hope. Whether you're dying a slow, cold death in space, or a long painful one on some godforsaken planet, they're going to come for you. So count your last breaths, son, and hold on tight. They leave no soul behind. AU: Spock did not join Starfleet, he joined the Emergency Personnel Ambulance Service (EPAS) Main Pairing: Kirk/Spock Words: 258951

The Lotus Eaters by aldora89 Author's Summary: Stranded on the planet Sigma Nox while searching for a missing away team, Spock and Kirk find themselves pitted against a disturbing native life form. With the captain out of commission on a regular basis and Spock struggling to preserve his stoicism, staying alive is difficult enough – but when a slim chance for escape surfaces, their resolve is truly put to the test. Together they must fight for survival in the heart of an alien jungle, and in the process, uncover the mystery of the planet’s past. Main Pairing: Kirk/Spock Words: 93594

Only Good for Legends by leupagus Author's Summary: Detective Spock, born on Vulcan and resident of San Francisco, is assigned to the Midwest police bureau. I think everyone can guess what happens next. AU: Spock is a Detective. Otherwise it's pretty much the same, including Kirk's petty criminal tendencies. Main Pairing: Kirk/Spock Words: 149640

So Wise We Grow by Deastar Author's Summary: "Commander Spock, we have located your son," the Vulcan lady on the screen says, which would be great, except Jim can tell by the look on Spock's face that he's never heard of this kid before in his life. "If it is expedient, the child will be sent to join you on the Enterprise within the week." AU: kidfic Main Pairing: Kirk/Spock Words: 81248

Switch by Ceres_Libera Author's Summary: The life and times of Leonard H. McCoy MD/PhD … If Leonard McCoy's life could get any fucking weirder, it would be … Jesus, he didn't even want to think what that could possibly mean, because it's already been too fucking weird to make any kind of rational sense. Main Pairing: Kirk/McCoy Words: 230867

Fandom: Torchwood

The Rose of Jericho by kaydeefalls Author's Summary: Post-CoE. When Martha Jones encounters a dark UNIT cover-up in the wake of the 456, it's up to Gwen's new Torchwood team to bring the truth to light -- and save Ianto. AU: alternate ending post Children of Earth Main Pairing: Jack/Ianto Words: 62606

That should keep you busy for a while, right? If you have other long fic recs, let me know in the comments/with a reblog!

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theravenclawlover · 5 years

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Monster

Parings: James “Bucky” Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: +18 Mentions of torture, mature language, future smut, mentions of death, slight depression, mentions of kidnapping.

Word Count: 2,066.

Summary: You are one of the youngest members of the Avengers, and you love it. Out of the blue an impossible mission is assigned to you alongside Natasha Romanoff, and it was sure to change your life. Lies, and betrayal from the closest people in your life; they never told you who you really were.

Chapter Number: 2.

Chapter Tittle: The Mission.

A/N: Hey! I’m back with another update for this series as you can see! I’ve been so busy with life, it’s a little tiring. Who would’ve thought that online courses could be so homework heavy... Nevertheless, I made some time to twink this thing up and some other chapter, so my prediction is that maybe later or tomorrow there’s going to be another chapter up! Thank you for being so patient with me, it means a lot! Now for those who read my Harry Potter fics, I know I still owe you lot a smutty Weasley Twins fic, and I promise I’ll post it by the end of the month or beginnigs of next, I haven’t been able to finish it for some reason. Also, I think I’ll try to start drafting chapters for my “Welcome to the Industry of Porn.” It’s been almost a year since I last updated that one. Okay, I’ll stop! Enjoy my fellow readers!

After getting things ready, Nat and you found yourselves in her car; Natasha on the wheel. She kept on glancing at you, not real expression set but it was kind of annoying you. At first it didn't bother you and didn't really mind it, but it had been an hour since her eyeing had begun, so the annoyance was bound to sprout from you any minute.

"What?" you said a little snappy, it couldn't be ignored any longer. It was just rude to stare.

"What?" echoed Natasha with feigned confusion.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" You exclaimed while turning to face her as much as you could with the seatbelt on.

"Like what?" She didn't turn like you had, but you were able to see the change of her expression from your seat, she just gave you a confused look at your words.

"Nat, you haven't stop looking at me! It might sound crazy, but you've looked worried ever since Steve mentioned this "Bucky" person." You couldn't stop from raising your voice a little. She was agitating you and you knew you probably were overreacting at the whole situation.

She let out a sigh before answering, "Y/n, we have been sent to bring the Winter Soldier by no means of force. He has memory problems because HYDRA thought it was a great idea to mess with his brain. So, I'm sorry If I can't take my mind out of it! Also, I'm not looking at you with worry, I was just wondering why you seem so calm." At the last words she'd turned to face you, having reached a red light.

"I never thought that I would witness what I believe is a mini freak out from you. Also, I had my breakdown in my room when we were getting ready. He's scary for what I've read in his report. Remember Washington? Stupid question, of course you do. Dude, I cried when you and Steve were on the run. Trust me, I'm fucking scared, but I'm trying to stay calm. I have a theory that he can smell fear. So, I'm practicing my 'I'm cool with a brainwashed assassin in the room' face," you exclaimed with the tiniest grin on your face. Joking about the matter seem to help with your anxiousness, and the exasperation from before now gone.

"To be honest with you, I'm rather impressed that you look better than I do right now," she said after stopping the car in front of a big old building that looked like it was about to fall, "we're here."

"Shit." It was really happening. All you had to do was peacefully bring a brainwashed dude with you back to the base. Should be easy. Piece of cake, right?

"Let's do this, " said Nat getting out of the car, her façade of tough—not really a façade, she was tough—assassin had 'activated' once more.

You both stepped through the rough looking doors, according to the last report on him, he was in last the floor going up. You were shaking a little when you had finally made your way up. Nat made her way toward the door with quiet steps. Once the two of you were in front of the room neither of you knew what to do next. Do we just knock, or we burst in like the badass women we fucking are? you thought to yourself, a little grin trying to break on your face. You didn't get to dwell on it for too long because Nat had knocked on the door, her face showed the clear regret of that action. She had just acted without thinking of the consequences of her actions—how odd.

There was a noise coming from inside, you could hear hesitant footsteps coming towards the door, you knew he was going to open the door anytime soon, but you didn't know what to do so you just stood there. The movements from inside suddenly stopped, you saw the shadow of someone right in front of the door from its order side. A second later, that someone opened the door, and lord did the sight made you blush.

The door opened to show a shirtless man, long hair covering his face. He looked as if he had just taken a shower, he hadn't been expecting anyone—I mean, who would? The building was mostly empty, except for the homeless that looked for shelter. You knew you were staring but you couldn't remove you gaze from his massive, muscular form, and that glistening arm.

"Good afternoon," said Natasha, breaking the silence. He didn't say anything he just kept looking at both of you trying to figure out who you two were, and most likely wondering why you had disturbed his peace and quiet. After her words, more silence came—awkward silence.

"We are here to help you out, we know who you are," Natasha proceeded to say without introductions. Wrong move. The calm face he'd had was now replace with a cold expression. Before either of you could muster words out, he'd closed the door and hurried back inside.

"Shit! Shouldn't have done that!" Natasha grabbed her gun kicking the door trying to stop him. You did the same thing, grabbed your gun and try to stop him before he disappeared once again. You knew it had been hard to get a hold on a ghost like the Winter Soldier, so you couldn't afford to mess the mission up.

Once inside, he had put out on a shirt and was ready to jump from the window. Nat shouted a 'stop' but he didn't listen, he jumped from the window. You ran to the window to see him landing flawlessly on the ground. Before running off, he turned his head, and you swore he winked your way. Without another glance, he ran and vanished from your view when he took the first turn to the left.

"Crap! The fucker ran away again! He was ready," said an angered Natasha, now standing by your side.

"That was so fast. Who gets dressed that fast?, and that bag must've been packed already," you said looking around for any type of intel you could find. You needed to know where he has heading next, that could help with the foul mood Fury was surely going to be in.

"I don't know, but what I do know is that we are in big trouble when we get back," said Natasha with a sigh escaping her lips. With one quick look around, you gave up and headed back to the car, your murder by your boss awaiting you.

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"Sir, he just ran back inside and jumped from the window and disappeared." For the umpteenth time you told what had happened to Fury. When the two of you got to the new secret facility of S.H.I.E.L.D.—or what was left of it—you were to give your mission report to Fury. Steve was there, listening on how bad the mission had gone; he looked worried, but you had a feeling that it was because his friend was in the world off the radar rather than worried about either Nat or you being yelled at by Fury. You felt guilty, Natasha and you had messed up the chance for him to see this 'Bucky,' but at the same time you were slightly annoyed at his uncharacteristic coldness at your failure.

Fury was mad that you two had failed the mission, but he had known that someone like him was no easy target, but that doesn't mean that he let you off without some type of punishment. You knew that S.H.I.E.L.D wasn't the same organization that once was, now it was just a little group left since the incident with HYDRA. Fury told you after he had—somewhat—calm down that Natasha and you were to be in the tracking team. Meaning that you were to sit down in front of a computer until you got wind of him.

You got back to your room but not before spending the rest of the afternoon working for the new coordinates of where he could have run to hide. You opened the door to your room; once in, you kicked your shoes off and walked towards where your bed was, putting your gun and badge on the nightstand. You were exhausted to even remain awake while walking around to get things done. You went to the bathroom to take the most relaxing shower. The warm water felt so good against your tired body and your thoughts ran wild, with no care. At first it was just how bad you had mess up the mission and the guilt that came with that, but then you could only focus on him. Those piercing blue eyes that seem to take you away from reality... You shook your head trying to forget about those eyes, but you found yourself going back to them. They seem to bring you a sense of comfort that you couldn't explain. You quickly finished your shower, trying to rid yourself from thoughts of him. Once out, you grabbed your panties and the biggest, baggiest t-shirt you owned, and with no trouble you fell asleep.

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You were in a room that seem too familiar for some reason, there was a glass window in front of you. You walked towards it; it showed another room. Your eyes landed in the person that was in the middle of the room, it was him. He was shirtless inside a capsule, he looked troubled while he slept. There were people waking him up, and when they did, they sat him on a chair not far from the capsule he had been. There were doctors around him with clipboards, and big machines were being situated around the blue-eyed man. You looked around, besides the doctors there were people in green outfits—officers. Then you looked to your other side and saw one of the doctors coming to the room you were in, he walked towards to what looked like a control panel. You saw him pressing some buttons, and the big machines in the other room started moving.

Your eyes moved to find his, he was already staring right at you; he couldn't see you, though, the glass didn't allow it. One of the doctors near him grabbed something and put it in his mouth, him never questioning what. He kept looking straight ahead, you felt as if he could really see you through the glass, it made you shiver unconsciously. One of the doctors now gave a signal towards the glass, and so, the man on your side of the glass pressed one button and the machine got closer to the man sitting on the chair. Before you could guess what was going on, he was screaming. You didn't want to see, your heart ached at the way his eyes shut abruptly, how his knuckles were now white from gripping the chair. You couldn't look away and you weren't even able to flinch at his screams. You didn't know how long it went like that, but all the screaming was soon replaced with a shrilling silence. As soon as he was still, dead-looking, some officers were now helping him up and taking him somewhere else. Everyone started to leave, doctors and officers alike—loud-ish chatter amongst them. There was one person who didn't move, and he was looking at you. The man smiled and made his way towards you, he seemed familiar and nice.

"What you just saw, Y/n, was how we made our best weapon stay emotionless, and strong. That is why he is valuable to us; he doesn't show emotions towards his victims." The man was now kneeling in front of you, "now, honey, we better get you to your room. Tomorrow is going to be another day full of training."

"Yes, sir," you said. Your voice sounded so young, probably less than ten years old. He picked you up, and you wrapped your tiny arms around his neck. It took forever to get to what you guessed was your room. Once inside and you were changed into your pajamas, he helped you get in bed, tucking you in.

"Have sweet dreams, my little princess," said the man that was looking at you with loving eyes.

You gave him a soft, sleepy smile before yawning while muttering softly, "goodnight, papa."

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that-shamrock-vibe · 5 years

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Movie Review: Dark Phoenix (Spoilers)

Spoiler Warning: I am posting this review the weekend after the movie is released worldwide, so if you haven’t yet seen the movie do not read on until you have or check out my non-spoiler review for a general overview.

Retelling Mistakes:

Alright so this is a Simon Kinberg movie first and an X-Men movie second, by which I mean I don’t think it should be judged as an X-Men movie before being judged as the brainchild of Simon Kinberg who is writer, producer and director of the movie.

Kinberg famously also wrote the script for X-Men: The Last Stand in 2006 which was the first cinematic attempt for him to tell the Dark Phoenix story. I want oit also to be noteworthy that The Last Stand is definitely a poorer movie in terms of story flow by trying to combine the Phoenix story with the Mutant Cure story and also for practically zero character development and an ending that felt as if the original trilogy fizzled.

However, despite Dark Phoenix being a slightly better movie overall than The Last Stand, it is almost as if Kinberg simply rehashed the same script but modified it to fit with the current group of characters who are somewhat different to those from the original trilogy.

Much like Mary Poppins Returns, Dark Phoenix has almost exactly the same scenes just told in a different way.

Starting with Jean in the mansion’s medical lab, just as she was after being found by Wolverine and Storm in X3. The only differences are Jean is there of her own accord after returning from seemingly absorbing a solar flare, Xavier and Logan aren’t examining her instead Hank is and the scene doesn’t end with a steamy romp on the table and instead Jean says she feels great and is dismissed.

Then there’s Jean’s home battle death in the first act. During X3 this is the scene almost immediately after the medical lab scene where Jean returns to her old home in a very fragile state. Xavier, Storm and Wolverine arrive to help Jean while Magneto and his new Brotherhood arrive to acquire her. It results in a couple of separate fights ending in Phoenix destroying Xavier.

In this movie though, Jean returns home and is hit with a bombshell about her past, leading the Phoenix to take over and be the sole combatant against the X-Men who arrive to help her. However, Mystique is the one who dies at the telekinetic hands of Phoenix via impalement rather than disintegration.

The ending scenes of the movie begin with shots of the X-Mansion before going on to Magneto playing chess. Here the shots are of the newly named Jean Grey School which go on to Xavier and Magneto playing chess in France while in X3 the shots of the mansion are of Storm welcoming new students and Magneto is later shown playing chess in the park.

It’s annoying when movies rehash the same scenes from popular movies but X3 is critically hated and mostly mocked by fans as potentially the worst X-Men movie aside from X-Men Origins: Wolverine. Also these scenes did not contribute to the original Dark Phoenix story and even to die-hard X-Men fans who remember these scenes from the animated series, you can’t help but compare to X3.

Characters:

Alright so now my big grumble with the movie is over, I am going to be talking about these characters in order of importance for the movie and in part my favourites the franchise as a whole.

Jean Grey:

Sophie Turner does a brilliant job here and is definitely the star of the movie, it could be argued Jean Grey has become the first X-Men character aside from Wolverine to get her own solo movie as “Dark Phoenix” is centric to her character.

But it is a fact that Sophie Turner did a fantastic job at brilliantly portraying the inner struggle that Jean had in this movie both physically and mentally. My favourite scene from her is probably when she is sat in the rain trying to scrub Mystique’s blood off while questioning her inner demon otherwise known as Phoenix as to why it made her do it. It was a short scene and if yo have seen it in the trailers you’ve pretty much seen it, but something about it in context works really well in the movie.

Also Jean as a child was also rather well portrayed, again we have a scene with Jean as a child opening X3 but while that scene is rather played down and strictly about Jean demonstrating the extent of her powers at that age, this one shows that her powers were in fact instrumental in her childhood trauma as she supposedly was responsible for killing her parents while her powers protected her from the debris.

This was of course proven later to only be partly true as her father somehow survived the accident while her mother didn’t, but then her father effectively disowned her and gave her to Xavier.

Either way Summer Fontana does an okay job at portraying young Jean as an almost three-dimensional child dealing with what she has dealt with and feeling she is broken despite Xavier claiming she isn’t.

I really enjoyed seeing a better, more diverse, use of the Phoenix powers. Not only in the explanation that Jessica Chastain’s Vuk gave to the extent of the Phoenix power which felt very Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 with Ego’s demonstration of his powers, but also in the way that Jean took control of Xavier’s body and made him walk up the stairs.

It wasn’t just simply a case of Phoenix being able to make things disintegrate and float as opposed to how it was in X3. I also really loved the pink energy that Jean had when using the Phoenix powers. I know in the comics this is Jean’s standard colour for using her powers like Scarlet Witch is red and Polaris is green but they never established Jean’s powers using pink energy before and the almost pink fire that accompanied the Phoenix powers made for a rather nice effect.

Jean’s relationship with Scott never felt as forced as I thought it would. It was pretty much the same set up as the Bruce/Natasha relationship in the MCU. I didn’t hate it there and I didn’t hate it here, I simply didn’t focus too much on it.

Although I will agree that in those early scenes at the mansion and that party that the way Jean was acting when with Scott was very Bella Swan from the hair to the almost socially awkward posture and movement.

However, I did love that the first official intimate moment between the two was after Jean was enhanced by the Phoenix which heightened all of her emotions, so you could say it was a three-way relationship at that point.

I did think the added development of her father being alive and Jean discovering that he had effectively disowned her added to her further decline to succumb to the Phoenix power.

Also seeing a fully-powered Jean explored here was fun to watch. From seeing her fly to using her telekinesis to operate a helicopter and even when she was Phoenix and dismantled Magneto’s Helmet, all of it was an impressive display of power.

We all know the timeline is slightly screwed in this universe but we are supposed to believe that in 1975 Jean Grey is 8 years old and with the present day events here being set in 1992 that would make the character 25 years old...there is little to no age difference between Jean here and in Apocalypse maybe aside from hair and fashion and that was set in the 80s.

I thought Jean’s sacrifice at the end was both obvious and poignant. Obvious because Jean is meant to die at the end of the Dark Phoenix story but poignant because it was quite an emotional sacrifice more so than in The Last Stand.

I loved the inferno of pink fire that surrounded Phoenix and later Vuk as Jean kills them both essentially, it made for a more interesting climax than just Jean standing there disintegrating everything.

Overall Sophie Turner was definitely the best thing about the movie, I do think she maybe could have been a little bit more diverse in her acting as mostly she delivered lines on the same monotonic level but other than that I have no complaints...except maybe wanting to see her in the Dark Phoenix costume.

Beast:

I will continue to say this, people do not give Nicholas Hoult enough credit as Hank McCoy/Beast.

Considering how he, McAvoy, Fassbender and J-Law are the only ones left from First Class, I think Hoult has played an under the radar performance but still one of notoriety.

I will say my only negative for this version of the character is I feel the way the fan-favourite character is portrayed is affected in the same way as Mystique has been portrayed in that the actors (Hoult and Lawrence) do not want to be in the blue make-up all the time and want to be able to be themselves for parts of the movie.

Now whereas Mystique can easily shapeshift and that is how they get away with that, to my knowledge once Beast’s mutation accelerated and turned McCoy into Beast, it was not irreversible in the comics but because of Hank’s serum he was able to shift between the two during Days of Future Past and Apocalypse.

Here though there didn’t really seem to be any explanation as to why he was able to shift so easily and rather than it being a case of a serum injection, it seemed to be more Hulk-like. I’m not complaining at seeing Nicholas Hoult in all his glory, but Beast being my favourite X-Man I want him to be treated with the respect he deserves.

In the positives, I really liked seeing a darker side of Beast. But it wasn’t a straightforward Dark Beast as everyone believed it would be and simply Hank deciding that Xavier was not the answer in this situation and that Magneto was. I was fully on Beast’s side in this movie because not only did Jean accidentally murder his lover, but Xavier had such an incompetent attitude to the whole thing for fear of ruining their recent claim to fame that he had set aside the original morals he intended for the X-Men.

It is a testament to Hank’s morals though that after Xavier made his half-arsed apology that Beast decided to protect Jean because that is what Mystique would have done.

I am unsure how I feel about Beast now being the headmaster of the school, now called the Jean Grey School. I am all for the fact that Xavier decided to retire after the complete hash he made of “protecting his students” and I get that Hank is now the longest-serving member of the X-Men...but I do wish we had another movie to see him as a teacher/headteacher for me to decide fully.

I would like to see Beast in the MCU at some point either as Nicholas Hoult or Kelsey Grammar, but overall I just want Beast to return at some point as he is my favourite and I feel he needs more of a chance to shine.

Professor X:

I am thrilled with this movie for showing the darker side of Xavier, the only problem is rather than hinting at his darker side as they did in The Last Stand, they went down a hubris egotistical route before even starting to hint at his darker side which made what he did to Jean seem more like it was feeding into his hubris than actually doing the wrong thing for what he believed to be the right reason.

Also, as I said with Beast, Xavier simply came across as incompetent a lot in this movie and most of it seemed to be because he thought he was above reproach. When he agreed to send the X-Men into space to save those astronauts he was called out on his reason why by Mystique and yet played it off as him keeping the peace between humans and mutants so that they don’t go back to being hated.

When the team try and detain Jean, he is fine letting everyone put their lives at risk to try and stop her but when Beast has a taser ready to shoot, Xavier stops him and the cops in order for Mystique to talk her down which leads to her death...why not just let Beast taser her and then let Mystique talk to her back at the mansion?

Then when Hank and Xavier are having that talk, Xavier simply talks about how Mystique was in First Class rather than taking responsibility or apologising for not letting Beast take the shot, and even tries to turn it around on him for making him feel bad after burying his foster sister...bullshit!

I don’t know why or how the X-Men are suddenly public superheroes because Xavier was the one during First Class who stated that anonymity was their first line of defence and now the President has an X-Phone, it just seems like something the Avengers or Justice League would be but not the X-Men.

Also I loved it when he got talked down by Storm and Nightcrawler, it was simply the last straw that he had lost the respect of his students and team.

Don’t get me wrong, James McAvoy did a great job in the role as always, he like Hoult is one of those actors I will watch a film for regardless, but there was just something that didn’t feel as organic as the Xavier he had built up for the past 8 years.

I know McAvoy was filming Glass around the same time as this and you can tell because of the weight that he put on for the Beast role in that, but while McAvoy got the look of Xavier down with his fashion it was just something about the character’s motives that seemed really off.

Mystique:

This was a straightforward character assassination for a great X-Men villain, particularly with what Rebecca Romijn did with the character in the original trilogy to have it being so desecrated in the 30-45 minutes that she is in here is such a shame.

For one thing, she is never called Mystique once in this movie. Secondly, the make-up has gone from lizard-like to fancy dress. Third, as much as I liked Jennifer Lawrence’s delivery in this movie I detest the fact she died a hero, and that she was eulogised as “doing what she did best, dying trying to protect her friends”...

Mystique is a villain, she has moments of anti-heroism and her soft spots are often shown for her kids, but other than that she is manipulating, cold and calculated. She would definitely not die and be eulogised as “being the spirit of the X-Men”.

Also I say in the comics she has a soft-spot for her children, that’s great but in seven movies they have not established any familial connections between her, Rogue or Nightcrawler...despite many opportunities.

I do have positives though, as I said I did like Jennifer Lawrence’s delivery. I thought her line about how it usually being the women saving the men and changing the team name to X-Women was a good line, even though Mystique, Storm and Jean are really the only female members of the team they’ve shown in the First Class trilogy but they are still the more interesting ones, aside from Quicksilver and Beast.

I also liked it when she suggested to Hank that they leave the X-Men and run away together. I understand why Hank said no but I do agree that if they had done so it would have saved both of them.

Her duration in this movie simply felt like J-Law waiting to be released from her contract, you could tell that from her opening delivery to Nightcrawler as she exasperatingly says “Yes Kurt, we’re going into space” and the scene when the other rocket explodes and Mystique looks like she’s waiting for the inferno to take her.

Overall I am saddened that this is how Mystique ends in the movie universe, but at least there is still some good takeaway from her in the movie.

Magneto:

Could Magneto just pick a side and stick with it?! For one thing Genosha just seemed like a wilderness estate rather than a Mutant safe-haven. But while he was trying to be the peacekeeper here as soon as he hears of Mystique’s death he is right back into being a bad guy, but then a pep talk from Xavier and he is back being a good guy again.

I wouldn’t mind but he berates Xavier by saying “you’re always sorry and there’s always a speech but it never matters”, yet after Xavier gives a speech in the train he is somehow won over.

I really enjoyed the display of his powers in the movie, as always. The fact he and Jean battled to control a helicopter and both actors didn’t oversell it or make it look memeable is a testament to them both.

But I loved it in that street battle when he pulled up that underground train from the subway and managed to use it as a barricade between the building and the outside. Then later he equipped the SWAT agents’ guns in a full-on firing brigade against Vuk...yes it didn’t work but it was awesome.

I’m not too happy with where his story ended in this movie, the fact that he is now being Xavier’s saving grace seems a little bit against type for the character and also the fact he would either abandon Genosha or welcome his ethical enemy to Genosha just doesn’t sit right.

Cyclops:

I still enjoyed this version of Scott Summers than James Marsden’s performance, but I do agree that Cyclops’ visor really prohibits the actor wearing it from getting across much emotion in the scenes.

To be fair, Tye Sheridan does try and succeeds a lot here, but I still didn’t feel bad or empathetic for him most of the way through this movie.

I think his optic blast power is one of the best the X-Men has both visually and from a power stand point, and I loved how the Blackbird has apparently become equipped with a blaster pod for Cyclops’ optic blast. I did want to see more of that but really Cyclops is the only member with that kind of power. Storm can easily carry out her powers regardless and the rest need to be within a certain distance.

Nightcrawler:

I felt myself very confused by Nightcrawler towards the end of this movie. When he tried saving that one SWAT agent whose son was a fan of his but was too late and so got angry, it just seemed very out of character to me.

Yes Nightcrawler has been involved in conflict in the comics but in the original trilogy he was very much the religious pacifist type of character. Going full demon could have been an interesting pathway for the character considering his father is Azazel, but literally slotting it in for five minutes of the final film does seem a bit like a throwaway plot point.

Also, despite it still being Kodi Smit-McPhee, I felt a lot of the freshness he brought to the character in Apocalypse was gone here, maybe because they didn’t show him as much but a lot of the humour from the last movie he had was gone here.

Vuk:

Everyone is simply calling her Jessica Chastain and to be fair it makes no difference what you call her because she’s barely developed as is.

Firstly this massive mystery role of hers is revealed to be the leader of a D’Bari army who seek the Phoenix power that destroyed their homeworld to help them remake Earth into their new homeworld. That’s great, and the D’Bari were in the original Dark Phoenix saga story, but nothing else is done to make Vuk menacing or threatening or even interesting.

I don’t understand the stomach twisting power they seemed to have, because it seemed like the biggest threat these aliens offer is to give their victims the worst stomach cramps imaginable, but the most laughable trait of theirs was literally charging at Jean as the Phoenix during the end of the film...even Vuk did.

I’m not saying they were bad as villains, they certainly filled that role, but they didn’t offer anything new or threatening and they certainly didn’t exceed what Apocalypse did.

Quicksilver:

Quicksilver was shelved in this movie. Not only was he in the movie all together for probably 3 minutes less than Mystique, but also they cut everything about him that made him such a likeable character in the previous two movies.

The humour was barely there, there was no brilliant slow motion speed scene, they still didn’t establish the relationship between him and Magneto despite Apocalypse seemingly teasing it would be explored. I know he got injured during the confrontation between the X-Men and Jean but to not even be mentioned for the rest of the movie except for a 5 second appearance right at the end?

Storm:

I will give Storm credit for being the only character in this movie to be called by their moniker, but Storm is only called by her moniker. Mystique calls Cyclops, Nightcrawler and Quicksilver Scott, Kurt and Peter on mission but also calls Storm Storm. Why not Ororo?

Also her powerset, particularly with Alexandra Shipp, seem very limited. The younger version of Storm only really seems to produce lightning and electrical attacks with the occasional heavy breeze. Here though she seems to also produce ice cubes for parties...because that’s a good use for one of the strongest X-Men?

Future:

I am unsure about the future of the X-Men now, while I cannot wait to see what the MCU does with them, Feige has stated that it won’t happen for a while at least.

I am hoping they start drip-feeding them in soon, say with Storm in Black Panther II and maybe Professor X in Doctor Strange II if they introduce the Illuminati.

I have loved these past 19 years of X-Men movies, yes there have been bumps in the road but it is a great comfort to watch and I don’t ever feel like they’re a guilty pleasure.

Overall I rate this movie a 7/10, it’s not an offensive movie like X-Men Origins or The Last Stand but it isn’t as strong as X2, First Class or Days of Future Past. I would still love to see a faithful Dark Phoenix saga movie maybe over the course of a couple of movies rather than just rammed into the one but I cannot really mark it down too much because it gave me the nostalgia I have whenever I watch an X-Men movie.

So that’s my review of Dark Phoenix, what did you guys think? Post your comments and check out more Marvel Movie Reviews as well as other movie reviews and posts.

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A supernatural marvel - Dean Winchester x Reader x Steve Rogers - Chapter 3

Title: A supernatural Marvel

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Set in season 13 and Post Avengers: Infinity War, No Infinity War spoilers

Word Count: 6,609

Summary: Imagine being transported in the Supernatural universe, with no memory of your life, where you become a hunter and fall in love with Dean. Only for a very important person from your past to come looking for you and change it all.

Read Chapter 1 here! l Read Chapter 2 here!

“Does that mean we are going to team up?” the smile and hope was hard to miss from Jack's face and your eyes instantly jumped to look at Steve, unable to hold back the spark of hope within you.

“The hell we will.” Dean scoffed a laugh.

“But-” Jack looked at you with pleading eyes “They're just outside town. Wouldn't it be more effective this way? It would be so much easier to win them and retrieve the stone, and then we will see what we will do with it togther.”

“Yeah, if we ever make it there before tearing each other's throat apart.” Dean rolled his eyes and you sighed heavily, knowing how true this was.

“Maybe if you decided to play fair we could-” you started but got a look from the older Winchester which made you roll your eyes “If you insist to act like a five-year-old fine, fine.” you huffed, looking away.

“B-but we're looking for the same thing, it would only make sense that we team up, right?” his eyes found yours again, hopeful but you had lost all hope when Captain wouldn't even look you in the eyes much less acknowledge you anyway. As much you tried to make an effort to change it, he'd only avoid you, and you couldn't afford to think about your feelings with such an important case ahead.

“Jack it's final. We're going our separate ways, and if they don't wanna give answers then that's fine, we're not gonna look for them either.” he gave Steve a side look that made him clench his jaw, making a pause follow for a minute.

“He's right.” much to your surprise it was Steve's voice that spoke firmly yet calmly “There will be no teaming up, simply because this is our problem to deal with and our mission. You have no business with the Infinity Stones, and trust me you wouldn't want to either.”

“No business?” Sam got on his feet, raising an eyebrow “I'm sorry to inform you Captain, but demons have been usingthat very stone to steal thousands of souls from heaven to turn them into demons in our world. Demons ready to cause even more chaos in our worlds. Demons ready to kill many more innocent people in our world. So, yes, it's our problem as well.”

“I'm afraid I gotta agree, Sam.” it was Natasha that spoke up softly “This is way above your league, you don't know what it's really like messing with those stones.”

“Let me guess, Biblical? Huge? Cosmic?” Dean raised an eyebrow, shrugging his shoulders “Yeah, been there, done that. See, we didn't have much problem dealing with God... or his sister for that matter. Heck, I killed death. Literally. I don't think some fancy rocks are gonna do it for us now.”

“Fancy rocks?” Steve's eyebrows raised “Well, those fancy rocks can certainly do so much worse than that... death could have ever imagined of doing, believe me. It's best if you stay out of-”

“He's right.” you breathed out with a frown, cutting him off.

And before he could control it his eyes were on you as you took a deep breath fully faced him, fists clenched but an unchracteristic sense of nervousness in your as well as you looked eyes with his and for the first time after the incident, directly speaking to him “This is our case too, you can't just cut us off from it. Frankly, you don't have the right to. You helped us, you saved us, yes, but we saved you as well, I'm sure you can at least give us that. We wouldn't have made it out of that train station alive if it wasn't for each other. We did it all together.” you noticed how he pursed his lips as if the word held a great importance to him, but thankfully didn't take his eyes off you, allowing you to search for some sort of emotion in him at least.

“And I'll understand if you don't want us to team up, fine. I think it's for the best that we... stay as far away as possible from each other too.” you shrugged softly, noticing the way his fists clenched but he didn't let any emotion show on his face – it wasn't needed anyway “Once this is over, though, because this doesn't mean we're gonna stay out of it. You could avoid us all you want-” you breathed out a soft yet strained laugh that made him glance away for a second as if he'd been caught “We aren't the easiest to work with, I'll admit, but we will get involved, one way or another. Because this is our job, and we never back down from it. Whether you like it or not, you can't avoid it forever.”

“Then...” he blinked, the words dying out in his lips for a moment. And in the few seconds that followed, he really looked into your eyes that he understood the real meaning behind your words and it wasn't certainly just about the case, but more about the unfinished conversation you had even before the bunker.

“It's worth trying.” he said it in that firm and somehow monotone voice, making you wince on the inside because you could see his struggle not just with you but with his own self over the issue. It didn't make you feel any better but you needed the answers real bad. He tore his glistening eyes from you and tried to keep as much of a blank face as possible, and oh you knew that behavior so well. He was trying to keep everyone, even more so you, from seeing how much this was affecting him and, better yet, hurting him.

“Steve” Natasha started almost in a warning yet always friendly voice tone, but he had already put his leader face on, the one that made him look more like a man straight out of war acting like a robot than an actual man. He had already started walking away but Natasha and Sam were reluctant to follow, still confused and with doubts, stood in their place.

“We're heading out, now.” he started in a stern voice, making Sam and Dean share a look at his words “I'm sorry but this mission isn't yours anymore, and it's not up to you. Sam, contact Vision, if it's just outside town then they will be able to pick the stone's print, give the emphasis on the airports. Have as many agents as possible on stand-by just in case, the whole compound if possible. Oh and the quinjet, we'll take the stone immediately back home. Nat, you talk with Wanda and tell her to track any traces of supernatural activity on a mile from there. Tell them both to wait there for us, we can't waste any more time, we'll...” he trailed off for a second, looking up to meet your eyes before he blinked and looked away “Be there soon.” he cleared his throat, stopping to face all four of you “I wish this could have happened under different circumstances.”

“Do you?” Dean asked in a rough and sarcastic voice, raising an eyebrow.

The only thing Steve did was cast his eyes down before nodding his head slowly “You're right, but I suppose we'll never be really sure. We are sorry for the trouble we caused, that... wasn't out intention. Consider this only a mistake and believe me-” he held Dean's gaze for the longest, as if he was trying to let him know something more than the differences between them would let him, before his eyes finally fell on you and you saw there was evident longing in them “It's best if things stay this way. For everyone.” he nodded with a forced smile that wasn't a smile at all “It was a pleasure.”

“Including yourself?” you wanted to ask so bad but couldn't find yourself able to breathe, let alone speak. He couldn't be ending things so fast and in this way.

“You too, Captain.” Jack said with a small smile, trying to make this as much light as possible, given how tense the atmosphere was around you.

Before he could leave, Steve turned to give him some sort of smile but finding himself unable too as he just shook his head softly “I'm not Captain America anymore, son. But it was good to meet you.”

And with those last words he was skipping his way up the stairs. So fast and without even turning his head once to glance over his shoulder, in a way that it verified your fears. He just wanted to be out of this place the fastest possible, to avoid you and even more to forget this ever even happened. And if you said, even to yourself, that it didn't make your heart drop, you would be lying majorly.

You hoped your words, even indirect, would have made him change his mind because he had understood very well what you meant. But it seemed that it didn't lead anywhere but heartbreak, this time for both him and you. You watched with almost wide eyes, a lump in your throat that prevented you from breathing and your lungs feeling as if on fire. You wished so bad you could say something more, anything, because it hurt so bad to see him leave... and it confused you at the same time when you couldn't describe why. You knew it wasn't just curiosity, it had to be something more.

“I-” Sam Wilson only sighed, shaking his head before, with a tight-lipped smile, he gave you a nod and rushed after his friend to catch up with him.

“I've got to-” Natasha held her own sigh but she was less willing to let go of this and just forget it all with a fight; so grabbing a pen you had on the table she scribbled down a number on one of the notebooks that lay there too “My number. It's... in case you need anything, even answers.”

“I'll have-” you started but stopped yourself, noticing how she was holding her breath, and gave her a small smile “Sure thing.”

“Alright.” it was so unsure and such a great contrast to the strong woman she appeared to be. She hesitated for a split second but in the end leaned in to give you an emotional, although quick hug, before she pulled away with a forced smile and followed after her friends. You caught yourself taking a step forward subconsciously before you could stop yourself, and you looked down at your feet with a frown.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Dean started with a small smirk, maybe a little relieved to and you knew all-too-well why although you couldn't feel it yourself “We have a stone to get, before they do, let's go!”

“And you're cheerful again, what a shocker.” Sam laughed softly before you pulled away from both of them.

“Uh give me just one minute, yeah? I gotta get something first.” you said with a small frown, despite Dean's worried look “I'll come find you in Baby, it's no big deal. I forgot my knife, that's all.”

“Alright” he breathed out but with your current situation of dreams, and now passing out, he wouldn't stop being on edge anytime soon. And neither were you, not with these headaches or crazy images jumping in your head and preventing you from telling reality from them.

~*~

“Son of a bitch!” Dean's gruff voice cursing snapped you out of your trail of thoughts.

“Language.” it felt like everything around became silent and you could only hear... Steve? It sounded like Steve. The scene flashing before your eyes was blury but you could tell clearly that it was full of snow, anywhere you looked.

“Widow, you've got three coming for you, watch out!” this time it was your own voice, but you couldn't feel your lips moving “Wait a second, did Steve just say-”

“I know. It slipped!” he defended but you were already grinning. And for some odd reason you could feel that, along with the light feeling in your chest as if you were in some sort of trip and not... fighting? You were actually fighting someone. Who, you didn't know though.

“Please, Stark tell me you got that recorded?” you asked with a small laugh.

“Already done, sweetheart.” it was a voice you didn't recognize this time, but you could hear the smirk in it “And I'm adding it to the playlist right after AC/DC, for sure!” well, he could definitely be friends with Dean at least.

“You're the best! Just add it to my file for blackmailing, yeah?”

“Wait, you really have that for me?” Steve's voice was laced with interest and fear at the same time.

“Baby, I have one for everyone! How do you think I got the entire team not to spill my feeling for you to you before I wanted to? But worry not, yours isn't that large.”

“Well, thank you then, honey.” there was a heavy sigh in it but also a lightness that made your heart flutter, both because of his warm chuckle and even more his next words “I love you too.”

You blinked, not having even realized when you zoned off, pulling down down your jacket's sleeves to cover your bracelets, and looked up just to see him tossing his phone on the side angrily. Taking in a shaky breath to calm down your wildly-beating and not let them realize anything, especially Dean. If things were bad before with your bizarre dreams and became worse with them starting to make sense, then this whole dreaming while with open eyes was the cherry on top. You rubbed your eyes, trying to shake the thought off as your pure imagination even if you knew it wasn't.

You cleared your throat, looking at Dean “What's wrong?”

“Text from Cas, they're on the freaking move. Damn it.” he said with a low growl, making you all sigh heavily.

“But we've only been on the road for two hours, how is it possible?” Jack asked with a frown, looking up from the journal he didn't seem to let go of the past couple hours. The one that belonged to the man of letters who met Steve.

“Well, the sun's rising and they know we're after them, so it wouldn't surprise me if they didn't want to stay in one place for longer than one night or even 24 hours. If the stone is as powerful as... Steve said it was then-” you sighed, looking down at your hands and missing the way Dean looked at you when you hesitated to say the name “It makes sense that they can access heaven and extract all those souls from anywhere.”

“And until they settle down somewhere, what do we do?” Sam huffed, dragging a hand down his face.

“Well, for starters? A stop, the soonest we get the chance. I don't know about you but I need the fuel for both Baby and I, we're low. And after that, we'll keep in contact with mom and Cas who are ont heir trail. Are you kids cool with that or are you sleepy?” he glanced back at you and Jack but you shook your heads.

“I've had my sleep and it was more than enough, but I wouldn't say no to some good-morning donuts and warm coffee to be honest.” you said, smiling softly when you heard a chuckle leave Dean's lips “And while we're on it, no need to be all grumpy huh?” you leaned over the front seats and just put on some music, knowing he wouldn't do anything to change it anymore. First; because he ended up liking every song you chose much to both of yours surprise and second; because you were already past the stage where he pretended to insist on the house rules with you. You knew that deep down he liked you picking the music, so in the end he just gave up and admitted you had equal rights as the driver no matter your seat.

You fell back in your seat with a grin, singing softly along with Dean as Sam only shook his head with a grin at the two of you. For a moment everything seemed normal, at least your kind of normal, until a flash of an image made your smile fall.

“I told you, I'm not a good dancer.” Steve protested with, easily, the most adorable smile you had ever seen on him. But then again, he was actually fully smiling and his eyes were shining brightly that it made him look like a young boy with his first love more than a man who had survived war after war.

“Come on, the song's a classic. And I promise I will be patient with you.” you tugged at his arm and he tried to look like he was resist but in all honesty he was even failing at pretending, let alone resist you or anything you asked of him.

“Alright, you wanna hear it? I don't know a single thing. Come on, (Y/n), I'm gonna step on you it will just be embarrassing.” he warned with a soft smile as he placed his hands on your hips and you wrapped yours around his shoulders.

“Will be worth it. For starters, I love how this blue shirt is already struggling on you, you should wear them more often.” you giggled as he grinned, resting your head on his shoulder “Besides, we've been together for years and I haven't gotten you to dance not once before! Especially in Tony's parties.”

“I suppose you're right on that.” he leaned in to kiss your cheek “After all, I better start practicing for a more special occasion huh?”

You blinked, the scene once more fading away from your eyes. The music was the same once more but sounded more clear and the only image your mind could register was of the sun dusting over Dean's freckles and eyes and taking your breath away in an instant. Despite the heavy weight of uncertainty about your past resting on your chest, you could still find yourself smiling when you looked at Dean and were sure of your future... or were you?

~*~

“Alright, I found some pie in there and I got nougat for... Jack.” you ended up mumbling when you looked up from the bag and found only the Impala and Dean leaning against it with a small smirk “Where's Jack? A-And where's Sam?” you blinked in confusion.

“Went for the coffee and donuts. There's a small shop a couple meters down the road.” he shrugged, helping you with the bag by putting it inside the car.

“But... we could just fill up the car and drive down there. Why would they leave when- oh. Oh.” your eyes widened as realization downed on you and a mere look from Dean only verified your thoughts “Right.” you muttered, looking down at your feet while you felt your cheeks heat up dangerously but missing the soft red color that crept up his neck.

“Yeah” he cleared his throat just as awkwardly as you came to stand next to him and rest your weight on Baby as well “Leave us alone.” he mumbled, nodding his head before biting his lip and looking away.

It only took you a few second of utter silence before you burst in laughter and he followed suit, shaking his head “Damn, I'm just gonna get 'em both back for this.”

“Come on, don't blame them.” you broke into a smile, wrapping your arms around him and he threw an arm around your shoulder and nuzzled his face in your hair.

“Oh I don't. I blame this all on Sam!” he grinned, leaning in to kiss the top of your head “Jack is just following in his steps is all.”

“I agree, he's the one pushing you to get it going with me the most. He hopes that by some miracle you'll take this opportunity and ask me out.” you shrugged and said so casually you earned a wide-eyed look of utter shock from the Winchester which made you laugh “Relax, I'm just kidding. Unless-” he had barely let a sigh of relief before you looked up at him while chewing on your lip with those eyes he could swear could make him do anything you wanted “You'd really want to... maybe?”

The hesitation and uncertainty, but above all shyness and hope in your eyes earned a skip in Dean's heartbeat. For a second he actually got lost staring into your eyes, oh how easy it always for him to forget his own name when gazing back at you, but he decided to focus back on reality. He gave your shoulder a squeeze but when you saw he actually hesitated, you shook your head feeling too embarrassed and almost scared to let the question hang in the air any longer.

“You know what? Nevermind. I'm just- That was stupid to ask.” you cleared your throat and regret washed over Dean when he noticed he got lost in your eyes – and his fear – for longer than he should “Gosh, why did I even say it out loud?” you buried your face in your hands for a second before forcing a laugh out “I think I really haven't gotten enough sleep after all.”

“No, (Y/n).” his voice was rough and a little more urgent than he would have liked it but he couldn't take it back, so he just sighed heavily and confessed in a gruff voice “You could find so much better, sweetheart.”

“Better?” you whispered “Better than who? ...You?” you raised an eyebrow before shaking your head with a bitter laugh from what you could only see as a rejection “Like there is anyone better than you out there, to begin with.”

“I'm sure you can always find someone. Get that picture perfect house with a white picket fence, hell even a freaking dog if you want to. A normal and boring 9 to 5 job, the whole package.” he looked ahead of him, not daring to meet your eyes for fear that you could see how hard it was for him to say those words without including himself in the picture “Anytime you want to.”

“You say that as if I deserve it.” you whispered, your eyes casting down “Hell, Dean, I could barely be worthy of a man as incredible as you, what makes you think I could also get that kind of life if I wanted to?”

“Because-” he licked his lips, throwing an arm over your shoulders and bringing you close to him again, because even the few inches of distance were a torture for him “You deserve the fuckin' world, princess.”

“But I don't want the world.” you whispered, your face resting on his chest. You wanted to add so bad 'I only want you.'but you couldn't find the courage to say that.

“Well, you're gonna get it one day, you'll see.” he whispered, leaning in to kiss your forehead before clearing his throat “How's your head by the way? Any headaches now?”

“Not really. Everything's fine... or at least I know it will be, so long as I have you... and Sammy, Cas, Jack and Mary of course. You know, the whole squad.”

The way his heart leapt to his throat was undeniable but he tried not to let it show “That's for sure, especially with the source of our headaches as far away as possible.”

You rolled your eyes but did smile at him “Steve didn't give me any headaches, Dean. I don't think so, to be honest, and I don't think he wanted to anyway... He seemed really troubled himself, especially if he's had to go through war. I think you know that better than anyone how that feels like.” you defended him

Much to your surprise he shrugged softly, deciding not to say something against him because in all honestly worry, doubt and even more – deep down – a hint of jealousy wasn't clouding his judgment anymore “I don't know what's really going on with that guy, it was hard to figure out, but honestly? I really think he's a good man. Infuriating-” he pointed out but nodded his head nonetheless “But still a good man. Hopefully everything will sort out for him.”

“Yeah, he is.” you whispered with a small smile, admiring the way he spoke about him and how honest he was “Just like you.” you added softly as he leaned in to kiss your temple with a soft grin.

“Anyway, things are better now. The way they should be.” you looked between the two of you “And I only have a small headache but only because of lack of sleep. Or better yet-” you put on a soft smile as you looked up at him “Lack of good sleep because I was missin' my favorite pillow. I tell you, sleep isn't gonna be the same for me without you anymore.”

You had shared a bed before a couple times before on hunts, but sleeping with him in his room in the bunker made it all feel so much more real and... domestic. The bunker was your home anymore, and spending a night in his room where everything smelled or spoke of Dean and every sie of his, made you feel more like a couple than any other motel room... although it sadly wasn't true.

“You tell me.” his chest rumbled with a chuckle “I don't think I'll ever be able to sleep for more than one hour without you, sweetheart.” he tucked a few strands out of your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek that was starting to warm up “So, now that I think about it, you're pretty much stuck with me for life.”

“Well, that's not necessarily a bad thing.” you grinned, wrapping your arms around his arm as your one hand took gentle hold of his, before you whispered “Because I wasn't planning on it.”

“Really?” he asked with a boyish grin, raising an eyebrow “And were you ever planning to let me know?”

“Hmh” you thought about it for a minute “No, not really. I'd probably just move all of my clothes into your closet, most of which are also your flannels so no problem there, we can share them!” the mere suggestion was enough to make his grin widen, because gosh did he love the way you looked in his clothes “And I'll bring over my pillow and floral blankets which you won't dare complain about, because you know they're my fave, and just move into your room. And you won't say a thing because, think about it, I'll cook breakfast and bring it over to you in bed! Not to mention the warm cuddles you'll have with me... and Princess!”

A groan instantly left his lips as he threw his head back, so over-dramatically e made you laugh “No, not your stuffed animals. Please not those! We barely have room in there for your books, how will we fit all of them in there?”

“Come on, D!” you giggled “You bought Princess for me anyway, in case you forgot that.” you smirked and he couldn't fight his grin “Besides, how much space can they even take up? I got barely four of them anyway, from Cas or Jack, you don't throw gifts away. And, it's not like I'm gonna bring Kong in your room anyway, no, he'll stay in mine.” you shrugged, mentioning the huge teddy bear you knew -mostly thanks to Sam who wouldn't keep his mouth shut- he had gotten for you but never admitted. He had brushed it off by saying you had a secret admirer when you found the teddy bear in your motel room after a rough hunt and ever since you had not let go of it.

“My goodness.” he shook his head, but his cheeks were hurting from all the smiling and he didn't even try to pretend to be grumpy or serious in protesting “You and your weird names for your stuffed animals.” he rolled his eyes with such a fond smile that you could swear would make your heart beat out of your chest before he got a little serious an “Then how are we gonna have room for the flowers huh?”

“What flowers?” your voice was so small but the the wide smile that you only seemed to reserve for him took his breath away and made the insatiable pull he felt towards you grow even bigger and he could barely hold his hands to himself. You couldn't even comprehend if you were being serious or not at the moment, but you were sure you loved the idea more than anything and you wished one day it could come true.

“Well-” he licked his lips, giving you a boyish grin “Flowers, you know, like sunflowers, roses, lilies, daisies. Anything that I feel like and that you'd like. I mean-” he shrugged casually “I should find a way to thank you for the wonderful breakfast on bed, right? And the cuddles of course!”

“Of course.” you nodded your head with a breathless laugh, as your eyes casted down shyly, the both of you feeling that tug at your heart that made you subconsciously lean into each other “Then how will I ever thank you for everything else you've offered me hm?” you looked at him through your lashes, biting your lower lip.

“Well, we have time.” he shrugged with a casual and adorable pout “And for the record, I love the idea of good-morning kisses with that breakfast.”

“You do huh?” your eyebrows raised as you hesitated, but brought your hand to cup his cheek and lean in to kiss the other one, your lips lingering there for longer than they should as your eyes fluttered shut. His hand found your hip where he squeezed with a longing he didn't even know he had in him.

“Close enough.” he whispered in a rough voice.

You didn't pull away as you whispered the small question of “Figuratively or literally?” when you noticed that your lips had been only a couple inches away from his lips. You'd been dying for a sign from him, so if he said that he wanted you to kiss them you wouldn't even blink before you savored those full lips, that stayed parted and so tempting for a moment, until-

Your phone rang. You both sighed heavily and pulled away from each other, letting your hands fall to your sides as you took out your phone “It's Cas.” you mumbled with a frown “Why didn't he call you?” you mumbled as he took his phone out, only to see it had no battery, before you answered in the end.

“Hey uh, did-” Sam started in a low voice, glancing at you a couple feet away talking on the phone and noticing your flushes cheeks and even more how flustered his brother was. But when he got a shake of Dean's head in response, he sighed heavily and his smile fell.

“Really? Come on, Dean, how hard can it be?”

“Very freaking hard, ok?” Dean hissed, nervous and on edge because he hated acting like a teenager in front of you yet couldn't avoid it and Sam couldn't understand the struggle “Very. But... I'll make it, I hope. One day.” he cleared his throat before grabbing a coffee and taking a large sip as Sam muttered a “Sure”

“On the road we go, ladies!” you said cheerfully, earning confused looks from them “Seems like we must have the monster magnet cause Cas just said they're coming our way. If we jump in the car right now, we might be able to catch them in town right at nighttime.”

“It's good enough for me!”

~*~

“Cas? Hey.” you breathed out, rushing out of the Impala and towards him, giving the angel a quick hug as he nodded to the three other men 'hello'. You took a look behind him to see an old factory, feeling an unusual pull towards the place. You took a step forward without realizing it, their words becoming muffled until you felt a hand take hold of your arm. You blinked and forced yourself to focus back on reality, realizing it was Jack. You took in a shaky breath, hoping the boys wouldn't notice, and tried to focus on the job and not every cell of your body being so on alert.

“Cas, where's mom?” Sam looked around with a frown.

“She took up a hunt. It was too important to ignore but she is alright, don't worry.” he glanced behind him at the empty factory “They are in there, we need to hurry before they collect more souls and leave. The angels... they're in alert but they can't do much against the stone, the sirens went off last night after they got more souls.”

“Then we shouldn't let them get more.” Sam said with a frown.

“Well, what are we waiting for anyway? Let's go!” Dean urged, taking a step forward before Castiel stopped him, shaking his head.

“There is something else too.” he sighed “There's someone in there, and it's not just the demons. We're, as it seems, not the only ones after the stone. However, I cannot tell if these people will stand in our way or-”

“You've gotta be kidding me.” Dean cut him off with a groan, realization downing on all four of you “Just as I thought-damn it. How the heck did they even find it this fast?” he rolled his eyes in exasperation, making Castiel squint at him.

Your own eyes were wide and a smile had slowly started to form on your lips, unlike Dean who wasn't all that pleased with the fact that you hadn't seen the last of the group yet and seemingly another encounter awaited for you. You couldn't blame him, their presence, and even more Steve's, put another weight on his shoulders and he already had too much to worry about. Sadly, however, your feelings were the exact opposite and it felt like a big weight lifted off your chest, allowing your heart to beat normally again – even if it skipped a beat or two as you thought that after an entire day you were so close to the blue-eyed man again. There was something about his presence that, aside from the headaches, brought a sense of comfort and peace in you that you only were able to feel to a great extent with Dean lately.

But before Castiel could get to question you, a loud explosion caught your attention. Your eyes widened and your head snapped in the building's direction, a shocked and worried yell leaving your lips only by instinct “Steve!”

And before you could even realize it you felt your feet carrying you towards the factory, Dean frantically yelling your name sounded very distant and it was as all of them tried to catch up with you sprinting towards danger. Not that you could think of that or anything else at the moment but the fact that you wanted to make sure Steve was alright and that there was a pull far too stong to ignore.

“No, (Y/n)!” Dean's voice finally registered when it seemed to be too late. You had ran straight into the fight and not anywhere near gracefully at that. Your eyes instantly fell on Steve to see him pinned on the wall, just like Natasha and Sam, by the demons themselves.

“Well, if it isn't Team Free Will 2.0! What's up guys, you missed me already?” the demon you had faced no more than 24 hours earlier looked at you with a grin “I must say you lost some of your gracefulness there, ever since we last saw you. Worry not, it doesn't make you any less appealing to kill.” he took a step forward, towards you.

“(Y/n), go!” it was Steve's warning voice and looking at him you noticed his wide eyes, deep fear and urgency evident in his face “You all need to go!”

“Don't worry, Cap, we've been fighting their kind for years now and we always kicked their asses. It's like a piece of cake anymore.” Dean said with a smirk, drawing an angel blade “They're just too damn stupid to come picking a fight anyway.”

“That's true.” the leader hummed, glancing at Steve, Nat and Sam “No matter how good you're at fighting, when it comes to the Winchesters and the supernatural... nothing can beat that. But don't worry, this will be their last rodeo.”

And before any of you could even have the chance to blink a group of demons all charged at you. You didn't hesitate to jump in action, each of you holding a fight of your own. Just like any other time you'd held a fight with a demon you kept an angel blade close to you and were able to defend yourself. However the demon fighting you managed to knock it out, having more strength than you could have ever estimated, before he knocked you down. You only watched with wide eyes, waiting for the impact of his own knife hovering over you. But it didn't come because Dean stabbed him right before he could lunge at you again.

“Are you ok?” he asked breathlessly.

You barely had the time to give him a nod before he was thrown across the room and slammed on the wall. A scream of his name ripped through your lips as the leader of the demons held him back and walked towards him with a confident smile and Dean's angel blade. It felt like everything slowed down around you, your legs carried you before your own brain could comprehend it as if it was an natural urge to protect him. However, the logical part of your brain wasn't evenfunctioning and when you were finally standing between Dean and the demon you realized you hadn't even taken your angel blade or any sort of weapon. With empty hands you only looked in shock at him. It seemed like you had no control of your body even at that moment. And as he charged at you with the blade you crossed your arms in an X motion in front of you, something that came naturally as if an instinct, and... felt no impact from the angel blade at all.

When you opened your eyes they widened you saw that everyone in front of you had been blasted away, you heard a couple groans but after a couple seconds you could hear laughter, actual laughter, coming from Sam Wilson as he said with a grin “Whoa you guys are so screwed now, Wonder Woman for the win!”

He, Natasha and Steve were the only ones not confused by what was happening. You pushed your sleeves up and noticed your bracelets, shining and extended to the point they reached near your elbow. A gasp left your lips and as you looked up you met Steve's wide glossy eyes staring back at you in complete shock.

You could faintly hear Natasha say with a smile “I knew it. I knew it.” in relief.

But all you could focus on was the the choked word that left Steve's lips, a kind of realization that didn't just hurt him but actually crushed him “(Y/n)”

And it wasn't a question anymore, because now he was sure.

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Chapter 4

A/N: Tags are officially open from this chapter on! If you wanna be added, let me know down below cause my messages are a mess! Also, I would very much love to hear your opinion about this chapter because it really matters about this particular story!

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AVENGERS ENDGAME --- DUAL TIMELINE*

Under the cut contains my two diverging timelines for Post Endgame, beware that there are spoilers below for Avengers Endgame, so please read at your own risk if you haven’t seen it yet and wish to remain surprised. These are my default timelines; and as always, points are flexible for specific plots and preferences.

DO NOT REBLOG / PERSONALS DO NOT INTERACT !

This section is divided into two categories; Tony Lives and Tony Dies. My default will vary depending on the muse, but I might typically lean more into Tony Living since that seems to be the general consensus I’ve seen on the dash. There will be parts that carry over into both, those details will be highlighted.

BEFORE DIVERGENCE

I’ve covered Pepper during the time span of Infinity War to the final battle here; so please refer here for more information prior to this split.

Tony didn’t know yet, Pepper had only found out moments prior and had zero time to fully process it. FRIDAY scanning all ID’d inhabitants of their home the moment an emergency protocol kicked in --- a moment Pepper learned later to be the Second Snap. FRIDAY quickly scanned her, Morgan, and Happy --- detecting that she was indeed a a couple weeks pregnant and that signs of this were set to start showing soon.

Of course, she had hardly a moment to even begin comprehending this before a Priority Alert came through. Everyone who had vanished was back; devastation at Avengers Compound. Ally ID signatures all diverging to the point.

That was when it was fully activated; Morgan ran into the room showing her that “Mommy’s suit turned on”. She’d never worn the Rescue armor; but she had played around in Tony’s suits. FRIDAY gave her the rundown on it’s hyper intuitive design. Meant for a beginner, but as strong as any of the others. Calls began flooding the systems; fragments of what was happening --- what was going on. Pepper felt overwhelmed.

Until she looks at the suit in her five year old’s hands --- this is it. She can tell; she can feel it in her very being. This is the final fight and it’s not just for the day --- it’s for everything, and Tony is out there facing it. Fighting for them along side the Avengers and they’re gonna need as much help as they can get.

Pepper suits up and joins the battle, Happy keeps Morgan safe and locked in the house while she does.

TONY LIVES

Pepper stays by Tony’s side as he recovers; she momentarily forgets her own ‘delicate’ condition until she starts feeling morning sickness.

While Tony is in recovery, she and Morgan stay somewhere near the hospital until he’s ready to come back home again.

Pepper is forced to prepare her daughter for the very real possibility that Tony might not make it; and it’s one of the hardest moments in her life.

Of course she tells Tony eventually that she’s pregnant again --- after the three months mark / when he’s stable enough to be in a less drugged state and can properly understand her ( whichever happens first ).

Pepper doesn’t know how long Tony will be in hospital, so she has a contingency plan. She has a labour plan for wherever they are staying; plans for Morgan to start school once they are up and running. This is the kind of stuff she’s good at. It’s what she spent a good portion of her life doing before any of this superhero stuff began.

Pepper officially steps down as CEO once businesses like Stark International are running again. She spearheads a lot of charity work; serves on a few boards of organizations that she believes in. She speaks at universities, and earns a recurring column in both Vogue and Teen Vogue for a period of time before fully settling down completely.

The Rescue Armor comes out on occasion; in emergency circumstances but she by no means takes on a superhero mantle. That part of their life is over --- her, Tony and their family deserve a soft epilogue and that’s what they get

TONY DIES

Tony never got to know about their second child; she couldn’t do that to him. Pepper couldn’t make him feel bad about leaving in his last moments. For him, she is brave. For him she holds it together --- eases him gently into his death as much as possible. It’s only after Tony is gone that she allows herself to cry.

Telling Morgan, who is so young and doesn’t truly understand, is one of the hardest things she’s ever done. For days --- weeks, Morgan keeps asking when Tony is coming home and she has to try to explain it all over again. She spends many nights curled up in her bed in attempts to help her sleep.

Pepper’s feelings towards everyone involved are confused; she can’t help but feel anywhere from pettiness to outright anger at times that those who lived survived and that her husband --- someone they knew they needed had to go. It’s not always rational, but she can’t help it. She had spent years watching Tony almost die, sacrifice himself for everyone --- it feels unfair and sometimes she just lets calls go to voicemail; or pretends not to be home. Not always, but sometimes.

Pepper’s pregnancy feels harder than the last time. This time, she’s on her own. Truly on her own. Her emotional state doesn’t make things any easier. Her brother, Sean, takes Pepper and Morgan in once she’s put on early bedrest. Her brother and sister-in-law helping her as much as possible.

Once again, Pepper falls into Postpartum. She tries to hide it for Morgan’s sake; the girl has already dealt with so much. This time, Pepper takes her longest standing advice for Tony, and concedes into Therapy. Pepper misses the farm, but it’s so big and secluded. She’s afraid to go back there for a time --- not doing so until around the time her second child is five years old.

She’s been off work, but not fully retired as CEO this whole time. Someone at the company whom she trusts and keeps her up to date has been Acting CEO while she takes this time. Pepper is more reluctant to let go, feeling as if letting go will let Tony down. He entrusted it to her.

Ultimately, she stays with the Company for a few more years --- but makes sure that she’s able to be a mom too. She’s very much a public figure head and holds power, but she doesn’t manage the day to day things anymore. Slowly phasing out until Pepper officially steps down from Stark Industries.

She always misses and loves Tony, but slowly she learns to move on. Not necessarily in a romantic sense, but she lives her life again.

The Rescue Armour remains locked away, saved only for when the protocols initiate it functions by default once more.

Pepper eventually occupies her time with charity work; things that matter to her but also things she knew mattered to Tony.She begins advocating for more supports for single mothers and expectant mothers; more supports for families and individuals suffering from ptsd and loss. She begins working to achieve goals that will spare others from the hardships she and Tony both had to endure.

She doesn’t hold resentments forever, it’s too toxic to herself and she recognises how unfair she’s being. It’s not easy at times, but she lets herself move on and save friendships and form new ones.

SHARED DETAILS IN BOTH

Pepper lives until her late-nineties --- they cannot prove it, but she suspects her longer and healthier life than average is a lingering side effect of Extremis. She spends a few years enjoying herself in the social circles of Manhattan for company after her children have grown and husband has passed --- before eventually retiring by the sea along the West Coast shoreline that had always felt more like home where she passes away peacefully

Pepper and her brother Sean reform their super close relationship; Morgan gets to meet her cousins and they have a happy dynamic together

Pepper and Gina find a type of peace; they only really see each other on occasion --- but she’s learned that resentment is corrosive and she deserves better.

Pepper eventually pens both a trio of children’s picture books lightly inspired by some of the crazy things ( and people ) in her life as well as a autobiographical bestseller.

She has at least one more child, but she doesn’t carry this one herself; after her second child is born --- she gets her tubes tied to prevent any further health risks.

Pepper remembers Natasha; she makes sure that her contributions were known. She makes sure she is as memorialised as Tony is. Natasha was her friend, she works with Clint to ensure whatever is done is as Natasha would have wanted it.

#a4 spoilers #endgame spoilers #ARC 007 / ENDGAME*#WHO'S THE HOT MESS NOW? ( headcanons* )#DO NOT REBLOG*

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luxury-loki · 6 years

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Infinity War chat: Part 1

The time has come.

I’m sorry this is so long, please don’t unfollow, just scroll past and pretend it doesn't exist if you don't wanna read it lol.

Let’s talk about it.

I thought it was truly incredible. Never left a cinema feeling the way I did after that film. So many emotions all in one go and I can't even begin to explain it properly but I'll try anyway.

PLEASE READ:

I reckon I'll sort each part by theme, one part going up each day. I think there will be 2 parts:

character developments

Storylines/plot events

Part one: Characters

I won't be going over all of them, just the few who really touched me. I may cover some important character development in part 2 tomorrow when I discuss story lines.

Loki

“You will never be a god.”

I know this is the one you're probably most interested in as he is the main focus of my blog so I'll start here.

I expected it. I had time to prepare myself and so although it was extremely sad, and obviously I am heartbroken at the loss of my favourite character, I did see his death coming, which I am extremely glad about. When writing this post I have seen the film twice, and I cried more at his death the second time because I think the first time I had less of a chance to fully process it for how mental the rest of the film was.

I am so unbelievably pleased and relieved that he had a hero's death. He died trying to kill Thanos in order to protect his brother which is so incredible, and I loved the call back to the line “we have a hulk” which Stark uses on him in the first Avengers film. The fact he refers to himself as son of odin, and looks at Thor as he says it was truly incredible, it was showing his character has completed his character arc, accepting that he is both the rightful heir of Jotunheim and the prince of Asgard, he doesn't need to belong to just one place. His last line “you’ll never be a god” was also extremely touching, showing he always felt immense pride in being raised as a prince on Asgard, and being raised to be a ‘god’.

Thor’s last moment with him, when he hugs his body and just cries out Loki’s name BROKE me. Such an incredibly touching moment.

I do truly believe he is dead, and I am inclined to agree with Thanos, “no resurrections this time”. He was an incredible character, and I do look forward to seeing him in the time jumps/flashbacks in avengers 4.

RIP Loki, you will be missed.

Thor

“What more could I lose?”

I can't not talk about Thor. He stole the show. Both the character and Hemsworth.

Chris did and INCREDIBLE job at portraying this broken Thor that we have never seen before. The God of Thunder was completely stripped of everything he loved from the very beginning. Having just lost his father, and before that his mother, he had lost the life of half the Asgardians who he now ruled, and worst of all, had lost his brother. His brother who died infront of him, attempting to save his life, whilst he was completely helpless. His brother whom he’d grown up with, fought against, fought with, lost before, and now lost again.

It is very clear that vengeance, and pure hatred over Thanos has overtaken Thor. He no longer cares what happens, as long as he can defeat Thanos. He has completely given up, most likely believing that everything he’ll ever love will be brutally taken away from him as all else in his life has, meaning he no longer has anything stopping him from doing whatever he can to end Thanos’ his life. He takes this adventure to craft his new weapon, and then makes the most incredible entrance to a scene you’ll ever see.

Even amongst all the hurt and pain he is drowning in, he still makes room for some light hearted, if slightly sad, humour. Commenting on family difficulties and the incredible line to Cap: “I see you’re copying me with the beard!” as just a few examples.

Thor is very much, for now, a Lone Ranger. although he has The Avengers, it’s very clear that at the moment he is feeling like the weight of he world rests on his shoulders alone, and I think it is a lot for him to handle. I hope he uses his anger and grief positively in the next film too, and I can’t wait to find out what he will do next. Thor’s entire character arc across all the films is so unbelievably impressive, and if we have to see him die, I will definitely be extremely upset.

I reckon lots of people will leave Infinity war with a huge increase of love for this character, he has really proven himself as one of the strongest, most caring, and bravest Avengers yet. We started with Thor as this egotistical, over-emotional warrior, who was too childish to truly understand the effects of his actions, but we stand here now with a character who was able to look Gamora in the eye, the daughter of a guy who had murdered his brother, and forgive her. Now that is character development.

Banner

“Oh screw you, you big green asshole! I’ll have to do It myself.”

Anyone who knows me IRL will know I am a huge Mark Ruffalo stan. He is both an amazing person and a talented actor, and I was SO HAPPY to see Banner shine through in this film. Not Hulk, Banner.

This whole concept of Hulk being around for two years meant he’s learnt a few tricks, and when he doesn't want to come out, he won't. This gave Banner the perfect platform to prove himself. He showed he was strong, and brave without the hulk. He stepped forward to try and help even if it was scaring, going into battle as himself for the first time must have taken a lot of guts and I am SO proud of him. I am so glad after all these years Ruffalo has finally been able to show what this shy, adorable, strong, and intelligent scientist is really made of.

I really hope his character in Infinity War will make more people appreciate Bruce Banner in his own right, not just as Hulk. He is often overlooked I feel, but personally is one of my favourite MCU characters, and has given us some of the most touching moments across the MCU such as: his relationship with Natasha, his new friendship with Thor, and the sad secret he keeps about once trying to kill himself.

GO BANNER! You are truly an adorable gem, and I want to see more of him over coming his anxieties in the next film, and definitely more of his relationship with Nat.

I think over all the impressive thing is that Hulk wouldn’t come out because he was scared. He had been beaten up by Thanos once and no longer wanted to face him. This is completely different in Banner. Banner saw his friends being beaten and saw the danger that was coming, and instead of shying away, he stood up to it and fought with all he could give. He isn’t necessarily physically strong, but I’ll be damned if he isn’t one of the toughest emotionally.

Star Lord and Gamora

“I love you more than anything.”

These two come as a pair, and what we learnt about their relationship, and how it came to an end, was so unbelievably touching and incredibly heart breaking.

The moment they share when Gamora persuades Quill to promise to kill her was so sad. You would only ever ask that of someone you truly love, someone you know who will always do whatever they can to support you, someone who truly loves you. Their relationship has been well built, and constructed, and I felt was one I truly had gone the journey with, from start to end. When the two say they love each other I shed a tear, I had no clue that it would be the last time they spoke, and it still made me cry.

Thanos pushed Quill. He pushed him and pushed him until he broke and pulled the trigger on Gamora. Although it did not kill her due to reality tricks, the mental effect that would have on a person is astonishing, and Quill has already gone through so much. The anger he oozes when he discovers her death too is so raw and emotional, ruining the plan he had so carefully constructed from pure rage over the loss of his soul mate was torturing to watch.

Gamora’s backstory was very sad too, discovering how she was manipulated as a child was disgusting, and to have her life ended by the one who had ruined her childhood filled me with such rage. I never thought marvel would kill her off as she was so strong and brave in the other films, but we saw a far more emotional version of her here, especially when she cried over Thanos when she first thought she’d murdered him. Showing she still felt compassion for this being who had utterly destroyed her life, made me feel so much sympathy for Gamora, and I will miss her strong female presence immensely. RIP G x

Vision and Wanda

“I just feel you.”

I can't even think about these two without wanting to cry. Their whole relationship was squeezed into this film, yet felt like one I had been following for years. The love they feel for one another is immensely clear, and the connection they both have over the mind stone makes their bond even stronger.

The fact Wanda had to murder Vision in the desperate hope of stopping Thanos, only to have time reversed to witness him die again but with no positives was agonising. Both Bettany and Olsen acted beautifully, conveying the pain each was feeling so well that it practically oozed out of the screen. That last moment before his death when Visions tells her he loves her had me sobbing, and I think “I just feel you” will go down as one of the most meaningful lines in MCU history.

I have such a new love for these two characters which previously I had not cared for all that much. Their relationship is definitely one of, if not the favourite, of mine in the whole MCU, and if they both don’t return in Avengers 4, catch me throwing myself off a bridge shortly after.

Thanos and The Black Order (last one)

Rest of this has been a bit emotional hasn't it Jesus. I’ll end on a less sad one.

“Perfectly balanced, as all things should be.”

Thanos was an INCREDIBLE villain. This whole concept of him being so horrifically evil, yet also truly believing what he was doing was good, made his character so complex. He believed he was saving half of humanity which was doomed to otherwise fall. We can probably safely assume he is wrong, and that there are other ways to accomplish this, but deciding if his intentions are truly bad or good is difficult. When we see him crying for Gamora it is extremely unsettling. This mad titan, who has done so much to make us hate him and feel no sympathy for, now stands before us, weeping for someone he loves, just like many characters before him have done. He is so tough, yet also clearly so broken and desperate. I do hate hm, I truly do, but I am seriously impressed by the level of complexity his character has developed in just a single film.

“Rejoice, for you are about to die at the hands of the children of Thanos.”

E B O N Y M A W. Only gonna talk about him from TBO cus this post is proper long and he’s the only one who really jumped out at me.

I won't lie, I am kind of sad he died! He was so chilling, and not to mention extremely powerful. This whole concept of believing it was a blessing to die for Thanos, and his speech in many scenes, including on the New York street, on the Asgardian’s ship, and on Gamora’s planet gave such a dark atmosphere to the scenes, and really emphasised Thanos’ powerful character. The Russo Brothers stated he would be a fan favourite in an interview and I completely agree. A truly chilling character.

Thanks for reading! if you made it to the end come back tomorrow at 5pm for part 2 and make sure to comment and like x

Thanks,

Lara x

#infinity war #infinity war spoiler #infinity war spoilers #spoiler #spoilers #infinitywar spoiler #infinitywar spoilers #marvel #loki #thor

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The Twelve Days of Phlintmas: A Clint Barton/Phil Coulson Rec List - Day 12

On the twelfth day of Phlintmas, my fandom gave to me:

Twelve works in progress,

Works in progress are a huge part of any fandom. Here are some of my favorite yet-to-be-finished stories. Some of these may be nearly done, and some of these may not have updated for years, but hope springs eternal in the fannish breast and I keep my subscriptions up to date JUST IN CASE. (True story: many years ago in the early naughties I was following a really great Star Wars WIP that went on a long hiatus.... and for the tenth anniversary of the fic THE AUTHOR FINISHED IT and re-edited it and then started writing a long and amazing sequel. NEVER GIVE UP HOPE, readers! Also, writers, it’s never too late to be re-inspired.)

A special note: this is true for everything I’ve recced so far, but I especially encourage you to go by these stories and leave a comment letting the writers know that you love their stories. WIP Guilt is a real thing, and it can mean the world to someone to know that even if the story isn’t finished, their work has given someone joy.

Son of the Champion by sar_kaz_m is a story I’ve been following for a long time. This is my favorite Harry Potter fusion AU, and I really love the slow build of all the relationships and especially the way in which Phil, Clint, and baby Harry become a family. This story also has an element I really love - scientists trying to get their heads around magic.

A Chance Which Does Redeem All Sorrows and The Strength of the Wolf by gwenhefar are two stories I’ve been following for YEARS and I really love them. Chance is about Clint getting a second chance to change how things go when Loki invades: Strength is a really fun werewolf AU. Gwenhefar writes very tender love stories that ring emotionally very true, and I am overcome with glee every time they update.

Driftless by Kathar is an UNDERCOVER FAKE MARRIED FAKE COLLEGE STUDENT AU, and it is so good. So good. It’s funny and feels-y and the plot is amazing and the setting is amazing and all the OCs are amazing and you GUYS, just READ it, you won’t be sorry. I mean Clint is undercover as an archaeology student and Phil calls him “Indy” and it’s so precious I want to die, and did I mention how they are both totally pining for each other while having to act all married and stuff??

You Sing Harmonies by faeleverte is a high school AU epic, and she does some amazing character work in it. Unlike a lot of high school stories where everything goes unrealistically perfectly always, this one really grapples with what it would mean for Clint and Phil to fall in love in high school in the 80s. And bonus, the story starts off with them meeting again as adults, so you just KNOW that in the end everything will go well for them, even if they have to part as teenagers.

Under Pressure by JHSC is, is, okay look. Look. I know that this is a Phlint rec list and Under Pressure is MOSTLY about Barney Barton, but (a) it is the companion story to Landslide, which IS about Phlint and which you should totally read because it is amazing, and (b) it is so so so tremendously, amazingly good. If you don’t get through Under Pressure fiercely adoring both Barney and Paul, I will FIGHT YOU I swear to God, because they are so loving and precious and vulnerable and real and I just want them to be happy forever and ever in a BIG HAPPY FAMILY with Clint and Phil and Natasha and everyone and just go READ it, seriously, and tell JHSC how great it is (it is very great.)

Wide Breadth by artanis_aman is a fantasy AU (fun) where Phil is a dragon (fun!) and Clint is basically an incubus who feeds on sex energy, and oh hey guess what dragon sex energy is like the five-star gourmet version of sex energy... this is super hot, which would be enough reason to read it, but ALSO it has a cool plot! Seriously one of the more fun of the fantasy/magic AU takes I’ve seen on Phlint.

The Hunter In The Wood by BeneficialAddiction is another fun magic AU, where Clint comes to a magic town who needs his help to solve a mystery. BA has done a really good job building the world and setting and characters, and I love the chemistry that Clint and Phil obviously have already and her take on Phil as a druid. I can’t wait to see them coming together in both crime-fighting and, well, OTHER ways.

The Adventures of Wizard!Clint and C/C Detective AU (both series) by orderlychaos - These are both technically series in progress- there are plenty of complete stories in the series but the series themselves aren’t done yet. These are two fantastic AUs - one of a modern-day wizard Clint and one of Phil as an Agatha Christie-era detective. They are both awesome and I always look forward to each new installment with glee!

Once More Is Too Much And Never Enough (series) by TwangCat is another series in progress. This story has some really hot sex and some really great pining, and I happen to be beta-ing the next story in the series and Twang has been doing some fantastic work on it.

A Fate Worse Than Death by Pagination is a hilarious take on what would happen if the Death that Thanos is in love with were the Death from the Discworld books. This story is laugh out loud funny and manages to capture both the Marvel characters and that great Pratchett feel complete with footnotes.

Give Yourself To Me by kaguya_yoru is - you know, I’m seeing a bit of a secondary theme here - another magic AU! This one is actually a Clint/Phil/Natasha endgame story and I’m really loving it so far, with a fascinating setting and really hot smut.

My Heart Used To Be Broken Clockwork by Jade Dragoness is another story about robots! Notably, one where Phil is secretly a hyper-realistic android. What does that mean for his relationship with Clint?

Eleven sweet romances, Ten kinky sex scenes, Nine post-film fix-its, Eight wacky hijinks, Seven massive epics, Six giant wieners,

FIIIIIIIIIIIIVE WEDDING RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGS!

Four AUs, Three soulbonds, Two Russian bros, and a story about TAHITI.

#12 days of phlintmas #phlint #fanfic rec #rec list

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Captured Pt.2

Anon requested: I would like to request a one-shot where the reader newly joins the avengers post AOU under the alias of Tigress and has the same skill sets as Natasha. Her and Steve are teamed up and they don’t get along at all. They argue all the time about how something should be done. The whole team easily likes her. She and Steve get sent on a mission where they have to be a married couple (alias of Chris Evans and Sonia Evans). In a dangerous situation they realize they love each other. (“you” POV pls)

I wasn’t sure what you meant by a “you” kind of POV so I hope I didn’t mess up or something. Also, I got so carried away with the story I thought it got to long and divided it into two parts. Enjoy!

Summary: You’re the Avengers’ newest member and you all get along splendidly. Except for a certain blonde haired Captain. Steve Rogers, a.k.a Captain America, seems to hate you. But does he?

Warnings: Language, torture, violence, blood and gore in general, mentions of death perhaps.

(Y/N) Your name

(Y/N/N) Your nickname

(Y/L/N) Your last name

(h/c) Hair color

(e/c) Eye color

(f/c) Favorite color

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“We’ll be landing shortly. Maybe you should change.” Steve surprised you from behind as you read the magazine in your hands. You turned around, checking him out slightly. He had already changed into a navy blue suit and a white shirt.

“I guess I should.” You replied before standing up and reaching for your suitcase. You took it with you to the - surprisingly - roomy bathroom on the plane and took a quick shower, changed into your dress and put on some makeup. You were almost done with your (h/c) hair when Steve knocked on the door, telling you that you would be landing in half an hour.

You walked out, smoothing your (f/c) dress that reached your feet. Steve froze, his jaw slacking at the sight of you. The dress was quite simple with only a bit of shimmer in strategic places, accentuating your features and hugging your body in all the right places. You sheepishly walked up to him and turned around.

“Zip me up, would ya?” You asked, not needing to put your hair to the side since it was in an intricate bun. Steve gulped and tugged the zipper of the dress with shaking hands. Once he reached the top of your neck, he gently caressed the skin with his fingers, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. You turned around slow, noticing the short distance between the both of you.

“Thank you.” You whispered, your breath fanning over his lips. You walked by him before you could see his reaction and took your seat once again, preparing for the landing. Steve rubbed the back of his neck and sat down. The jet landed and you both stood up. The door opened and Steve took your suitcase and his.

“Let’s go over this one more time: I’m Chris and you’re Sonia Evans. We’ve been married for two months now, having met in London about three years ago. Remember what Nat said about the honeymoon phase, but don’t over do it. Our plan is for you to participate in the auction while I search the facility for the intel we need. Got it?” He listed off as he checked you both had everything.

“Got it. And don’t worry, I won’t make you too uncomfortable.” You winked before stepping out of the plane, descending the stairs gracefully. As expected, the host had sent a limo to take you to where the event would be taking place.

Steve handed the driver your suitcases and opened the door for you. You smiled gratefully and slipped in, careful not to step on your dress. He went in and sat next to you, giving you a curt nod before taking your hand in his. For some reason, the action made your heart flutter.

You made it to the venue in complete silence, both preparing for the act you would be putting up. Steve was the first out and he held his hand out to you. You grasped it and slipped out of the car, smiling at him.

“Thank you, darling.” You told him, using a British accent before pecking his cheek. He was not expecting it but was able to mask his surprise with a love struck smile. You were impressed. It almost looked real!

“This way, Mr. and Mrs. Evans.” A waiter motioned for you to follow him. The gala was being held in the terrain about three miles west of the facility. A sort of tent had been put up in case the weather changed, but the sky was clear of clouds and tinted orange by the setting sun. It was a beautiful view. Fairy lights littered the tables and decorations, giving a mystical glow to the environment. If the circumstances were different, you would be tempted to say it was a romantic evening.

“Ah, Mr. Evans. So nice of you to join us. I heard you were thinking of participating in the auction.” A man in an expensive looking suit walked up to you. He shook hands with Steve, who was smiling widely.

“You heard right. I was thinking of expanding my corporation to Berlin and this place has potential.” He replied, his voice steady and confident. You were slightly shocked at how easily the lie had come to him. He was usually really bad at lying.

“Well then, I wish you the best of luck.” Steve thanked the man. “And who is this beauty.” The man turned to you. You smiled as you walked closer to Steve, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Such kind words, sir.” You answered, making your voice huskier. The man licked his lips, looking you up and down. On the inside, you wanted to roll your eyes and punch him, but you had a cover to maintain.

“This, Mr. Peters, is my gorgeous wife, Sonia.” Steve said, tightening his grip around your waist and pulling you closer to him. You placed a hand on his chest and gave him a loving look. You hummed in content.

“I will never get used to you calling me that, love.” You winked, placing a lingering kiss to his jaw line. He pecked your nose and smirked.

“Ah, young love.” The man chuckled. “Enjoy your night, Mr. Evans. If you need me I shall be with Mr. Quinn at the front tables.” He excused himself and walked away.

“You were pretty convincing.” Steve whispered in your ear once the man had left. You pretended to laugh at something he said and threw your arms around his neck, leaning closer.

“So were you, Rogers. Not bad for someone who could barely lie when we met.” You smirked. A slow song began playing. Steve took you by the hand to the makeshift dance floor and began swaying with you to the sound of La Vie en Rose.

You kept dancing until the song ended. The plan was then put in action. You were to say your husband received a very urgent and important call and had left. You, however, had gracefully agreed to participate in the auction in his place. You took your place and the numbered sign.

Steve left the venue and walked to where the limos had been parked. He discreetly checked if the drivers were anywhere in sight. It appeared they were all at the bar, laughing and talking so he quickly made his way to the limo that had brought you two here and took out his suitcase. He changed behind a bush, all the while cursing for not thinking about something else.

Soon, he had reached the facility and was making his way inside. If on the outside it looked like an abandoned factory, on the inside it was almost the same. It appeared to be recently shut down. The machines were free of dust and some were even still warm. He continued looking around, hoping to find some sort of control room.

When he did find it, he broke the lock with a kick and lifted his shield for protection as he walked in. It was empty except for the computers and many archive cabinets. He plugged the hard drive Nat had given him before he left to the main computer and began manually searching through the files for anything related to the Winter Soldier.

While Steve was searching for the intel, you were facing bigger problems.

“Come on, sweetheart. Your husband abandoned you here. Come with me.” Mr. Peters was persistent, you’d give him that. But this unwanted attention was annoying you, to the point where you were considering jeopardizing the mission just to have a go at this bastard.

“Look here, you fucker. Leave me the fuck alone or I will break your fucking neck. I have had enough of your horrible flirting, now get away from me.” You threatened in a low voice, slowly backing away. The man frowned.

“What happened to your accent?” He asked. You felt the blood drain from your face. You had slipped. You had been caught. The man noticed your reaction and widened his eyes.

“You’re that avenger. Tigress. And Mr. Evans must be Captain America.” He concluded before grabbing your arm and forcefully dragging you with him. You pried your arm from his death-like grip and began running the opposite direction.

“Stop that woman! She’s an avenger!” You heard he man yell before something hit you and your world turned black.

What seemed like moments later, you were being woken up by a bucket of cold water being thrown at you. You gasped and spluttered, feeling pain shoot through your wrists. You were chained to the ceiling, your bare feet dangling beneath you. They had torn off your dress, leaving you in your underwear only.

Mr. Peters walked into the cell you were being held in, carrying a tray with syringes and knives.

“You won’t get any information out of me with that.” You spat, a mix of anger and fear boiling in your blood. Mr. Peters smirked.

“Oh, I know. But I can still hurt you. You bleed, don’t you?” He asked with a sinister laugh. You felt your breath hitch when he took one of the knives and pressed the blade to your collar bone. Without warning, he began carving a pattern onto your flesh, causing you to yell in pain. He chuckled and stood back to admire his work.

The bloodied knife was replaced by a syringe containing a greasy yellow substance. The man stabbed your right thigh with the needle, injecting you with the strange liquid. You felt your muscles tingle for a few seconds before everything started burning. You cried out once again, clenching your fists and squeezing your eyes shut.

Steve would come for you.

You kept repeating that thought over and over again in your head as more strange substances were injected into you and more fresh wounds appeared on your skin. Next came the beating. The henchmen took turns punching you.

“Is that- Is that all you’ve got?” You croaked out, spitting blood on the man’s face. His smirk faltered and he plunged one of his knives in your stomach. You cried out.

“We will brake you eventually, Tigress. And when we do, you will be happy to comply.” He whispered in your ear before pulling the knife out violently. You gasped at the pain and panted.

“I will never comply.” You managed to choke out between heavy breaths.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll change your mind.” His sinister laugh was the last thing you heard before darkness engulfed you once again.

Meanwhile, Steve had found the intel he needed and was making his way back to the venue. That is, until your distress signal was activated. He furrowed his eyebrows. What could’ve gone wrong? He was horrified when he noticed your signal was coming from within the abandoned Hydra base.

Steve walked back to the base, not caring if he was spotted now. You were in danger and he needed to help you. He stormed the building, which was now guarded by agents of all sizes. He took them down easily, blinded by the rage pulsing through his veins.

He had to get to you. He had to save you.

Soon, he reached the basement of the facility. Your signal was only a few feet away now, just behind the steel double doors in front of him. Furious, Steve kicked them open and threw his shield at the closest guard with so much force it bounced off the body and knocked over the remaining one. Steve retrieved it and stood face to face with a man wearing a blood splattered suit.

Steve looked from the man to your lifeless body that was hanging behind him. That was when he saw red. Steve dropped his shield and charged at the man, fists flying in his direction. He pushed the man into the opposing wall and gave one single punch that was enough to crack the man’s jaw and render him unconscious.

He let go of the man and worked swiftly to free you from your chains. He held your limp body in his arms and grabbed his shield on the way out. He called the team to pick you up all the while never letting you go.

Natasha arrived with a quinjet in under two hours and helped Steve take you inside.

“Please, stay with me, (Y/N). Please. Don’t die on me, not now.” Steve repeated over and over gain, holding your hand in his as you flew back to the base. As soon as the quijet landed, Steve ran with you in his arms to the medical ward.

Thankfully, your wounds weren’t as deep as they seemed and the doctors managed to pump out whatever substances were used to torture you. Steve felt relieved that you were going to be okay, but he refused to leave your bedside.

“I have to be here when she wakes up. I owe it to her.” He had answered when Nat told him to shower, eat and get some rest.

You were unconscious for five days. And for five days you dreamt of Hydra, the tortures you went through, but above all, you dreamt about Steve. About his blue eyes. About the way he infuriated you. About the way you felt around him, the giddiness and nervousness, which you masked with anger and rude remarks.

You were slowly coming back to consciousness when you felt a familiar warmth in your left hand. It was comforting, but whoever it was, they were squeezing your hand too tightly at the moment. Slowly, you blinked your eyes open.

“Can you let go of my hand, please?” You croaked out, your voice hoarse from not being used.

Steve head shot up and he instantly let go of your hand, apologizing repeatedly. You smirked at him, your eyes still half open. He smiled softly at you, tucking a loose strand behind your ear. Then he sighed and looked down.

“It’s my fault you’re hurt. I want to apologize for putting you at risk.” He used his Captain voice, looking back up. You rolled your eyes.

“Always so dramatic.” You teased, your smirk widening. Steve narrowed his eyes playfully.

“I haven’t been honest with you. This was a personal mission, only Sam and Nat know about the true nature of this-” He started but you cut him off.

“Steve, if you don’t want to tell me it’s fine. We’re all entitled to some secrets. It’s called privacy.” You assure him, reaching your hand out for him to take. He gingerly accepts it and kisses your knuckles, making your heart melt.

“I am so sorry, (Y/N)” He apologized again. You laugh softly, trying not to hurt your ribs. He pull his hand with whatever strength you have and take hold of his collar.

“Come here, you asshole.” You smirk before crashing your lips to his. He kissed back, careful not to hurt you. You pull back at the same time and stare into each other’s eyes.

“I love you, Steve. I’m sorry I didn’t show it before now.” You apologize, biting your still tingling lips. Steve smiled lovingly at you.

“I love you, too, (Y/N).” He says before kissing you once again.

A/N: AND VOILA! The end! Hope you liked it and thanks for all the support, you guys are AWESOME!

#marvel avengers #marvel fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers oneshot #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers angst

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Little witch (Part 7)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 1 897

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I am so so sorry I’m posting it so late and that this part is so short. I promise to post the next tomorrow morning or at the evening and I’ll try to make it much more interesting ♥ Please tell me what you think and Enjoy :3

Part 1// Part 2// Part 3// Part 4// Part 5// Part 6

“I’ve never thought superheroes can be that-”

“Wild.”, the two teenagers stood at the door of the living room. They had come in the tower after midnight but the people had been still parting hard. Peter and (Y/N) had spent some hours in Peter’s room talking about their past and telling each other jokes until (Y/N) had fallen asleep and Pete had moved her to her room.

“This will take ages to clean.”, the witch complained while looking at the confetti, napkins, glasses, empty bottles on the floor. There was even a spot on the carpet of wine and two others of whiskey or vodka.

“Do not worry Mrs (Y/L/N) and Mr Parker. I usually clean after the parties.”, a deep voice spoke from somewhere. It was Jarvis. At the beginning (Y/N) always jumped at the sound but after some weekends she got kind of used to it. Jarvis was like a friend to her, always helping if had gotten lost or was searching for something.

“No, Jarvis. We will do it this time.”, (Y/N) spoke and asked for some sacks where they could put all the rubbish.

“Yeah, it’s not a problem. Besides that, we’ll spent some time together.”, as Peter said those words, both him and (Y/N) blushed. Last night had changed their relationship. They were more confident around each other, showed how much they admired the other. Yes, it sounded odd. To change your attitude towards somebody just for five or six hours you had spent together. That had surprised and scared our well-known little witch. The past month was like the first years of a baby. She felt to so many things in such a short period that it was hard for her to perceive what had happened. Lately, she had decided just to feel everything rather than rationalizing it.

“I’ve wanted to ask you something since you told us your story. But I’ve never felt comfortable with it…I-um…will it be okay for you to talk about your scar?”, Peter questioned the girl as he put two empty bottles of Jack Daniels in the sack. (Y/N) was slightly surprised by the question. She had never thought somebody would be that interested in it.

“Yeah, go on.”

“Are you ashamed of it?”, the girl froze for a moment. Why would he ask such a thing!? (Y/N) turned around looking at the boy. She met his eyes and saw pure interest and soon regret as he saw her reaction, “I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t have as-asked that. Forge-forget about it.”, Peter stuttered and turn around shamefaced.

“No, no. It just surprised me. I don’t understand why you would ask me that.”

“I’ve seen you covering it almost all the time but simultaneously you don’t act as though you care if somebody will see it or not. ”

“Oh.”, she exclaimed, “No, I am not ashamed of it.”, she stated and images of her scar appeared in her head. When she had been still in Hydra, she had been allowed to use only one small mirror. Even with it, she had never seen her scar before she had come in the tower. (Y/N) was either too close to death to think about it, or busy with training and moaning from the pain, “The first time I saw it was when I came here. I wasn’t used to mirrors so the big one in my room did surprise me. At first I was passing by but the girl inside me saw an opportunity to show and one day I stood in front of it looking at me, my pale face that was slowly gaining its color, my pale body because of never being exposed under the sun, at my scar that wasn’t covered in blood. I saw myself whole and I did like every part of it. It made me who I am. Even the scar. You may think I was shocked, disgusted, ashamed of it but no. Well, maybe part of me felt sad but I was proud.”, at that time Peter and (Y/N) had sat in the clean part of the sofa. Pete was listening to her in awe. He was amazed by her words and the way she was talking about such a thing that could had caused her nightmares. The girl, on the other hand, was fully immersed in what she was saying. The events she was talking about overwhelmed her letting her feel the same emotions as she had done then, “I am proud of it because it tells my story and reveals who I am. It shows what I’ve been though and that I survived. When I was chained and whiplashed, I felt death. Deep inside I believed that every time was my last. That with the next close of my eyes, the agony would stop. I wanted that, Peter!”, the girl looked at him and he saw the broken in them. The previous night, when they were together, before and after the kiss she was smiling, shining like a star and lighting his way. Now, his star was quenched, “I was at the threshold of giving up. But I didn’t and that’s why I am not ashamed of my scar. It shows how strong I am and I will always be proud I managed to escape this peaceful trap I got myself into.”

For a moment, the boy just stood there not able to say anything. He had lost the ability to talk being too impressed. He had thought he had problems, with his high school troubles and nightly adventures. He was falling for her more and more with every second passing. He wasn’t able to stop it and was happy about it.

“Am I interrupting something?”, somebody asked all of a sudden causing the two teenagers, who were obviously sharing a moment, to jump, “Oh, sorry kids, didn’t want to scare you.”

“Hey, Colson!”, Peter greeted the man in the TV, “How are you?”

“Perfectly good. And by what I see around you, it must have been a rough night, huh?”, the man laughed at his words. Although he was used to seeing his favourite Avengers with hangovers the next morning, he still found their state funny.

“Well, maybe. We weren’t here but for the two of us it was definitely a night to remember.”, (Y/N) smiled and stood take a bottle because it wasn’t letting her see the man.

“Be careful, kids!”, he warned them with a smirk on his baby face, “I don’t want to become a grandpa.”

“You are just like Mr. Stark!”, Peter exclaimed.

“Is there something important, Mr. Colson?”, the girl changed the subject as she wasn’t that comfortable with the previous one.

“I’ve sent some information about a case. Tell Steve and Natasha to check it when they wake up.”, he informed the teenagers in front of him and said a goodbye giving the excuse he was busy. Then the screen went black and the ‘kids’, as Colson had referred to them, were once again alone.

“You know what? I am tired and I want to take a rest. Why don’t we leave this to the others?”, (Y/N) suggested as she put the sack on the floor, “It will be a lesson for them to learn.”

“I agree with you.”

“I’ll be in my room.”, the girl announced without letting Peter suggest a way to spent the time. She knew he would do so and she would had gladly accepted but right now she had something in mind that had to be done. Peter found her behavior odd but gave it to the exhausted statement.

(Y/N) rushed towards her room and once she was inside she turned the key. Something in Colson’s behavior had shown that there was a secret he was keeping. The way he looked for a second towards here and the fact that he gulped nervously was enough for her to understand that the secret was about her. Something had happened and it involved her. She had to know what and why.

“Jarvis, can I ask you for a favor?”, the girl asked as she sat on her bed.

“Yes, my lady, how can I help you?”, his voice echoed through the room. (Y/N) took a deep breath and then spoke

“Can you show me the file Mr. Colson have sent?”, the girl begged that her will would be fulfilled.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. (Y/L/N), but it’s only for Mr. Rogers and Mrs. Romanoff.”

“Jarvis, I need to know about that file. Nobody would know that I have read it.”, the girl stood and looked at one of the camera in the corner of the room. Tony assured her that only Jarvis could turn it on if he thinks someone is in danger, “I will get it eventually but since we are like friends, I am asking you polite. Please, show me the file.”, (Y/N) spoke softly yet firmly. Jarvis, of course, protested for some minutes but finally gave in.

“Here, but only for a second.”, her laptop shined and she saw a file being opened.

The girl sat on the chair and looked at the screen. There were some photos and a document. She decided to first open the photos and then the text explaining them. She clicked on them and the first one made her heart skip a beat. Woods, dead bodies, blood…(Y/N) clicked again and the photo changed. This one wasn’t taken from a distance like the other. It gave a better view on what had happened. She saw a kid laying on the ground dead. He had two, three, four, five holes in his body from bullets. The trees around the body were burnt, the grass too. (Y/N) knew those blonde curls, now having a red liquid in their ends, the pale face and the dark blue eyes that were looking at her. Biting her lip she opened the next photos. There were three more children and one boy around her age. Every one of them was surrounded by the damages their powers had caused. The witch was aware what had happened without even opening the file. However, she did it only to make sure she was wrong. Sadly, her thoughts were real. These kids had been killed by Hydra agents two kilometers away from the base where she had been kept. (Y/N) closed the laptop and turned around on the chair. She positioned her elbows in her knees and buried her head in her hands. Breathing in and out she tried to rationalize what she had seen. Those children weren’t more than 12, except the boy who was 16. Some of them had marks on them with the famous symbol of Hydra. Just like her, they had been marked no matter it was in a different way. She had to do something, she wanted to. Through the tenth years she had spent in the base, other kids had been coming, kidnapped from their parents. Some of them were orphans but others weren’t. They had families, friends, people who loved and adored them. And now? They were dead, lying on the woods where nobody could find them. They were thrown away like rubbish, killed as though they had been wild animals. Rage kept rising in (Y/N)’s body. She felt something that she hadn’t experienced for a month. But this time she didn’t try to stop it.

Part 8

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Bucky Barnes' Patented Cure For The Hiccups

Pairing: Stucky

Word Count: 2,667

Summary: Apparently the super solider serum didn't cover curing hiccups. Luckily Bucky has a cure.

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“You sure struck terror in Zemo with that last hiccup there,” Bucky said laughing as they flew back to Avenger Tower.

“It’s hic not funny hic,” Steve tried to protest, but the hiccups prevented him from forming a complete uninterrupted sentence.

Steve had been chewing out Zemo when the hiccups had started rather violently. Bucky had almost thought Steve had been shot at how loud and sudden the first one was. Once his heart had stopped pounding in his chest, he realized that it was just a case of the hiccups. Which meant he could tease Steve without mercy.

“Aren’t hiccups caused by swallowing too much air?” Clint asked with a frown.

“I don’t think that's how it hic works” Steve tried to say.

“Steve must have swallowed too much air giving one of his rousing speeches on heroism,” Bucky said with any eye roll. Steve glared at him, but couldn’t reply through the hiccups. Steve physically being unable to verbally fight anyone and everyone because of hiccups was definitely a bonus. That and they were hilarious. Steve was getting the hiccups so often that Bucky had gotten fairly good at timing them. He refused to share this secret with Steve though. Watching Steve suffer was too fun for that.

“You just need someone to scare you,” Clint said. “So what scares Captain America?”

“Finding out his best friend who he watched plummet to his death, was actually captured and tortured into becoming an assassin for seventy years,” Bucky said helpfully.

“That's not funny,” Steve said giving Bucky a dirty look.

“But technically true,” Bucky pointed out.

“I kind of meant like ghosts or shit,” Clint said in a tone that meant he did not sign up to deal with senior citizen drama, which was also true, he just signed up to punch and shot people.

“I don't really think there's anything I'm afraid of,” Steve said.

“Oh come on, everyone’s has something they're afraid of,” Clint said.

“Nah, Steve was never afraid of anything. He was to busy trying to fight every little thing to be afraid of it,” Bucky laughed.

“You make it sound like I ran around with my fist up picking fights for no reason,” Steve whined. This was a long standing argument between the two of them. Bucky had said no matter how many times hydra scrambled his brains he would always know Steve was a no good pink who got off on picking fights.

“That's exactly what happened so you can shut your goddamn mouth and accept it,” Bucky said in a casual tone.

Steve was pouting the man child he was. Clint was giving them an amused look. Steve’s teammates always acted so surprised whenever Steve did anything remotely un-Captain America like which since Bucky had started feel like a human being again happened quite often. Bucky took too much joy in tarnishing the pristine image of Captain America to not take advantage of it.

“Well anyway, all you gotta do is have someone scare the shit out of you and your hiccups will go away,” Clint said. Bucky turned to grin at Steve, who’s eyes were bugging out in horror which only made his hiccuping more funny.

Trying to scare Steve got old real fast. Bucky knew the guy like the back of his hand and knew that just jumping out at him wasn’t going to work. Not that, that stopped him trying jump scares. A broken nose and a crying from guilt Steve was what put an end to that. Bucky’s nose healed quickly enough, but that didn’t stop Steve from feeling guilty.

The Avengers were all gathered in the communal kitchen, because other than the world ending food was the only way to get all of them in the same room. An intern once suggested that the team go on a camping retreat to bond and try some team building activities, they had all refused naturally. A mandatory team camping trip sounded like an advance form of torture. Bucky had taken the dejected looking intern aside later and shared his little tid bit about food and not a week later there was an Avengers BBQ planned with team building activities. The team had complained bitterly about having to complete small challengers like the human knot, but they had all shown up and stuffed their faces with barbeque. Bucky had gotten a thank you card which he still had from the intern.

“A good orgasm will clear that up no problem,” Tony said trying to be his brand of helpful. Steve made a face.

“And I asked for your opinion when?” Steve asked eyes all wide with innocence.

“All I do is offer some sage advice and you sass me. Where did the textbooks steer us wrong?” Tony muttered in an affronted tone. Bucky shared a look with Steve and they both rolled their eyes. Bucky was glad he was no longer the only person who had to put up with Steve’s sass, but Tony was his own kind of obnoxious.

“Even if I was hic going to take your advice seriously, hic, which I’m not, I can't really get in the mood when I have the hiccups,” Steve said.

“It's been a real killer on our sex life,” Bucky Said because he liked watching his co workers squirm. Steve hip checked him in protest of the TMI, which wasn't fair because Steve technically started the over sharing.

“Bummer,” Tony said with the conviction of a man who had never not been able to get sex when he wanted it.

“Well if you refuse to get laid I guess you're supposed to eat a spoonful of sugar,” Tony said.

“Nah, that's to help the medicine go down,” Clint said.

“Oh yeah,” Tony said absently as he shoveled pancakes into his mouth. “Well you should try it anyway,” Tony proclaimed as his verdict. Bucky rolled his eyes again. Suddenly everyone was a doctor.

“How could that possibly help,” Steve asked in an annoyed voice. He was always cranky when he got the hiccups, although cranky wasn't more than a step away from his normal “come at me” attitude.

“Can't hurt,” Clint said with a shrug. Steve didn't look convinced but went to pull out the giant tub of sugar from the pantry and a spoon anyway.

It was a true testament to how much he hates the hiccups that he was willing to go along with pretty much any suggested cure without more that a cursory protest. Bucky was not above using that to his advantage, he just needed to figure out what he wanted. Back in the 30’s Bucky was a master of manipulating Steve into doing what he wanted, he had to be since there was no other way to get Steve to take care of himself. Seventy years later though Bucky was out of practice. Steve didn't make it easy for him to practice either. The big dummy was normally more than happy to give Bucky anything he asked for, even jokingly. Bucky from before the fall would have cried with joy over this new development but Bucky post hydra was annoyed that he couldn't even tell Steve he liked his shirt without Steve proceeding to strip off said shirt and give it to Bucky. Bucky was never letting Steve live that down.

Steve swallowed down the spoon of sugar while everyone watched waiting for something to happen. Bucky thought that was kind of stupid since if the home remedy work the whole point was that nothing should happen. After a few long seconds had passed Steve started to smile like he thought he was cured when a hiccup rattled his body making everyone snigger at his expense. Steve threw the spoon at the wall in annoyance.

“Maybe because of the serum you need to eat more than a spoonful,” Tony suggested.

“I would have thought the serum would prevent you from getting something like the hiccups,” Bruce said in a voice that said we wanted to run experiments. Bucky subtlety moved to place his body between Steve and Bruce. Rationally he knew Bruce was harmless, well harmless when it came to this, but the conditioning of seventy years of torture wouldn’t let him shake the uneasy feeling. If Bruce noticed he didn’t show it. Steve placed his hand on Bucky’s shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. Bucky reached across his chest to put his hand over Steve’s and squeeze it back.

“It clearly doesn’t since I have been pretty much getting the hiccups everyday for the last month,” Steve said in an irritated voice. Bucky couldn’t help but snicker at how bitter he sounded. It had been so funny when Steve was trying to give a motivational speech to a graduating class and right in middle had started hiccuping so hard that he had to leave the stage. Bucky had also had to leave because he was laughing so hard. Videos of both of them gasping for air had surfaced on Youtube which Bucky may have played on loop for a little while to tease Steve.

“What’s the super soldier equivalent to a spoonful?” Tony mused out loud.

“Just keep eating sugar until they go away,” Natasha suggested helpfully.

“I wish Sam was here. He is so much more helpful than all of you,” Steve said bitterly already going to eat another spoonful of sugar.

He ended up eating the whole tub before it affected him at all. It did nothing to get rid of the hiccups but it did give him one hell of a sugar high. Growing up in the Depression meant that getting enough candy to cause a full on sugar high never happened so this was Bucky’s first experience with Steve literally bouncing off the walls with excess sugar energy.

The other Avengers had laughed their asses off at first to see their normally stoic leader acting like an overstimulated child. After Steve started singing thought they had fled for the protection of their ears. Bucky loved the guy, but he couldn’t carry a tune to save his life. But if anyone asked he would say his Stevie had the voice of an angel. Steve managed to ‘redecorate’ their whole apartment before crashing. One of them was going to have to deal with the carnage of broken furniture tomorrow, but for now Bucky was settling with just getting Steve to bed.

All Bucky wanted was a solid 8 hours of slept, more if he could manage it. When he had first sought Steve out for help, he had only been sleeping when his body decided there was no other option. He would push his body to the point where he was passing out from exhaustion. The first time it happened in Steve’s presence, the blond had flipped out with worry.

Now Bucky was better at sleeping before his body shut down. On nights where nightmares didn't wake him up, he would even say he enjoyed sleeping. Curled up around Steve, feeling Steve’s heartbeat always made Bucky feel safe.

The problem with trying to sleep in your best friend’s bed was that they ended up staying up late talking about the stupidest shit instead of actually sleeping. Even when they hadn’t been sharing be and just the same apartment they had been like that. They would start out by saying good night and shuffling toward their own sleeping space and then one of them would say, “oh wait! I forgot to tell you…” And it would all spiral from there until t was 2am and they were talking about their fan theories for the latest movie they watched or gossiping about their friends.

“For the last time Tarzan is not Elsa and Anna’s long lost brother. Now shut up and go to sleep you big boob,” Bucky grumbled manhandling Steve into the proper cuddling position. It seemed like Steve still ahev enough energy left to defend his stupid fan theories.

“No, just listen it all makes sense, just let me explain it one more time,” Steve started.

“I will give that Hercules and Ariel are probably related, maybe even Elsa, Anna and Rapunzel on a good night but there is nothing to even begin to support your theory,” Bucky said wrapping his arms around Steve’s stomach, pressing into his back. Steve made a frustrated noise in his throat. Bucky knew Steve’s face was all scrunched up in frustration. It didn't matter if Steve was arguing about his Disney theories or about people's right to basic human decency, he would argue to the death over his opinion. Sure he was open to hearing other people’s side and could be reasoned with but once he got all the facts and decided his own opinion he would fight for it. Bucky loved that about him but not at 2am. All he wanted was to cuddle and sleep. He could always just give in and tell Steve he was right, but Bucky had his principals too.

“Elsa and Anna’s parents are shown dying in a shipwreck but what if it wasn't the wreck that killed them,” Steve said as if he hadn't tried to explain this to Bucky a million times. Bucky could tell Steve was winding up for a big, long speech; when would his suffering be over? Bucky was tempted to distract Steve with sex. He was debating on climbing on top of Steve when the blind continued his tirade, “Tarzan could have been born at sea which is why you didn't see him hic.” What had to be a painful hiccup cut the speech short. A little bit of Bucky was relieved, but mostly he was just amused.

“Shut your face, you know I get the hiccups when I get passionate about something,” Steve mumbled. Bucky let out a bark of laughter. Bucky buried his face in the space between Steve’s shoulder blades to muffle his laughter.

“I’m probably going to catch your gross hiccups,” Bucky said.

“That’s what you get for sharing spit with me,” Steve said.

“Sacrifices have to be made Steve. Someone has to kiss you,” Bucky shrugged like it was a hardship.

Steve rolled over dislodging Bucky, but before he could protest the lost of his muscle bound teddy bear, Steve was leaning into kiss him. Never one to pass up the opportunity to make out with an American icon Bucky more than happily leaned into the kiss. At least if Steve was kissing him, he wouldn’t be tell Bucky about stupid conspiracy theories. There had been many a nights were Bucky had to forcibly remove Steve from Youtube because he was in too deep in conspiracy videos.

Pulling apart, they shifted around to try and get into a comfortable sleeping position again. Bucky rolled onto his back and let Steve cling to him like a koala. He slipped his flesh and blood arm under Steve’s head. Once they were settled Bucky started to drift off when he noticed a distinct lack of something.

“Hey! You’re not hiccuping anymore,” Bucky blurted out startlingly an almost asleep Steve.

“Fucking finally,” Steve said relieved.

“Looks like my kisses are the best cure,” Bucky said with a impish grin. Steve knew this was never going to die.

“I don't think that's a thing, but I guess if it's the only way to cure them I'll just have to suffer through kissing you,” Steve teased making a put out face.

“If that's your attitude then maybe I should just let you suffer” Bucky said leaning away from Steve as if he was actually considering it. Steve laughed and leaned into Bucky.

“You would just leave me to suffer,” Steve said in a mock wounded voice.

“Nah. I would never deny my best guy a little bit of sugar,” Bucky said before kissing Steve again.

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