#if pietro can’t win let lucky make it

[amphxtrite]

pietro maximoff x fem!reader

warnings: light angst (sad pietro).

summary: pietro has worries about potentially becoming a father, so you hep him realize everything will be alright.

a/n: my first marvel fic, sorry if I messed up the russian.

word count: 1.8k

enjoy <3

blyad’ - fuck, printsessa - princess, moya lyubov' - my love, krasivaya - beautiful, dorogoy - darling, ya tebya lyublyu - I love you, zhena - wife

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“I can’t believe the captain is making me practice physical combat like I can’t take someone down with my mind.” Wanda groans, holding her sore shoulder in her hand as the two of you exit the training room.

“You know he does it just in case Wanda, besides it’s good to know.” You smile, repeating the same line for what seemed like the tenth time today.

“It’s not like my powers are going to just disappear y/n, besides I strongly dislike sparring.”

“You just don’t like it when Steve calls you out for using your powers.” You smirk.

“That was one time!” Wanda groans, murmuring a couple curses under her breath.

“Anyways, I was talking to Fury about the next mission and—”

Your sentence is cut short as the wind is knocked out of your stomach and the air around you begins to blur, terrified you latch onto the person carrying you.

“Blyad’ Pietro steal your girlfriend at your own time!” Wanda seethes.

But you can barely hear her groan of annoyance as a soft chuckle brings your eyes up to meet a pair of blue ones.

“Hello Printsessa, coincidence bumping into you here.” A familiar sokovian accent greets you.

“We live in the same building Pietro, you can’t do this every time you see me—” You squeal as the blonde picks up the pace.

“You know you love it, moya lyubov'.” He sighs with a smirk, pressing a long kiss to your cheek.

“Besides, you look ever so beautiful in my arms.” Pietro teases, pausing for a moment to nuzzle his nose to yours and take in the sight of your breathless self clutching onto his neck for dear life.

“Don’t look at me like that I-I’m trying to be mad at you.” You groan, glancing away only to find Pietro still staring at you with soft eyes, like you were his world.

“Alright, you win Piet. You’re going to make me melt.” You mutter, covering your face with your hands to disguise your deep blush, but Pietro had already seen it.

Grinning proudly to himself, he paces down to the living room and drops you gently on the couch before running off again.

“So kiddo, how was training today?” Clint asks nonchalantly, gratefully turning away from his conversation with Tony.

“Well, we finally got Wanda to spar without her powers for once, so I see that as a win.” You shrug with a laugh as Pietro arrives again with a blanket to toss over you.

“That’s good, the kid needs to learn, she can’t always use her ‘mind thing.’” Clint shrugs.

“Try telling her that.” You smirk.

A voice clearing abruptly cuts off Clint’s next sentence.

“Hey speedy, anyone ever say you look like a suburban dad with those tousled locks.” Tony comments sarcastically, eyeing Pietro’s slightly overgrown hair.

“Oh leave him alone Tones, he’s been on a mission for the past couple weeks.” You sigh, playfully pushing the brunette.

“Just saying.” Tony murmurs quietly under his breath.

You roll your eyes, but smile fondly at the thought of Pietro as a father, cradling a small child in his arms.

Glancing up at Pietro, you smile, but you’re met with a different expression.

Eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. Pietro’s eyes cast away from you, as if he was trying to bore a hole in the wall.

“Is everything alright speedy?” You question softly, resting your hand on his arm.

Your heart clenches as he flinches slightly, turning his gaze back to you.

“Yes— yes of course krasivaya.” He smiles weakly, attempting to sound cheerful, but the break in his voice was evident.

“Um— I’m feeling kind of tired, I’ll see you guys later.” You excuse yourself, nodding to Clint and Tony as you take Pietro’s hand.

“Alright, but remember tonight’s movie night so don’t eat too much before nine, we’re ordering pizza.” Clint calls as you begin to walk away.

“Alright old man, we’ll keep it in mind.” You laugh, pulling Pietro out of the living room.

“Oh she’s getting it tonight.” Tony laughs as Clint rolls his eyes.

“Watch it, the kid looked kind of upset.” Clint sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Alright, sorry Katniss.” Tony chuckles, lifting his hands in mock surrender.

Refusing to let go of Pietro’s hand, you reach the door to his room and pull him inside, finally releasing your grip and taking a deep breath.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s really up Piet?” You sigh, taking his hands into yours.

Pietro’s eyes are downcast at the floor beneath him, glancing from side to side. For a moment, no one moves, you practically hold your breath for a moment as Pietro fidgets with your fingers and mentally debates saying anything.

When Pietro finally lifts his head, he reveals blurry blue eyes with tears welled up in the corners. “Printssesa...”

Your heart drops to your stomach as the streams fall down his cheeks, you quickly lift your hand to dry them.

“Printsessa, how could I ever become a father?” He mumbles softly, pulling his bottom lip into his teeth as he tries to fight back his on-coming tears.

“Of course you could be a father Piet, you’d be an amazing dad!” You smile softly, lifting Pietro’s chin so he’s facing you again.

His lips pull up into a weak smile, but his downhearted eyes suggested there was more to it.

“Piet?” You whisper softly. “Please. You can trust me.” You murmur, lifting his hand to press a kiss to his fingers. 

The blue eyed blonde takes a deep breath and shuffles around on his feet, avoiding eye contact as your gaze softens.

“I-I don’t know dorogoy. You shouldn’t have to see me like this I apologize.” Pietro sighs, slowly trying to turn himself away from you.

“W-What? No. Piet, you’re upset. Please as long as you’re willing to tell me, I’m here to listen and help.” You smile, taking Pietro’s calloused fingers into your hand and squeezing gently.

Pietro chuckles softly and squeezes back.

“Thank you krasivaya. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” Pietro mumbles, pulling you into his arms and sniffling against your head.

“Please Piet, I think I’m the one who got lucky. The cute speedster with the perfect smile.” You smirk, nuzzling your nose into his chest.

“Yes, I suppose you did.” He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to your hair.

Pietro clears his throat, letting out a long sigh and taking in a seep breath.

“What I mean, about being a father of course, is how could I possibly manage it.” he starts, clutching you closer to him.

“Y/n, I lost my father when I was ten, I hold onto any scrap of a memory I can hold of him but they’re slowly fading. Ever since I’ve been reckless, stupid, and childish. I almost died y/n, how could I possibly take care of children when I can barely take care of myself.” Pietro sighs and takes another deep breath.

“Truth be told I’m still much of a child myself, I couldn’t leave you with children because I died trying to prove something to myself. I couldn’t bear knowing I’d failed you and our children as a father.” Pietro finishes in a low murmur, allowing his tears to flow freely as he expressed his deepest fear and insecurity.

“Printsessa, you’ve helped me learn how to slow down and appreciate my life, but I’m still far from perfect. It’s hard for me to imagine being a father when I can see myself screwing everything up for the person who makes my life better.” He continues, gently pulling back from your arms to show the sincerity he held.

Your heart warms at the love Pietro held for you, but your stomach drops when learn his fear. Placing your hand on his cheek, you pull him towards you again, rest your forehead against his and gently clear your voice.

“Perhaps we’re not talking about the same Pietro love.” You comment softly, brushing the hair from your boyfriend’s confused eyes.

“Because my Pietro Django Maximoff, is the farthest from reckless, stupid or childish.” You begin, stroking his face with your thumb.

“My Pietro is selfless, ready at all times to help someone in need and save the day.” You smirk, watching his lips turn up as you press a peck to his nose.

“He’s brave, willing to do whatever it takes to help, but also smart enough to know when enough is enough.” You continue, kissing the tears off his cheeks.

“He’s fun, always knows how to make everyone smile.”

“y/n, I—”

“Pietro, you could never ‘fail’ me. We aren’t perfect, we’ll learn as we grow.” You smile, leaning into Pietro to press a butterfly kiss to his lips.

“Remember there’s no rush darling, and no matter what, ya tebya lyublyu.” You say as clearly as you can.

Pietro does his best to hide his laugh, but it’s futile as a low chuckle escapes.

“I butchered it didn’t I?” You sigh, shaking your head gently.

“Only a little krasivaya.” Pietro smiles, kissing your temple.

“Y-You know that’s the first time you’ve said that.” Pietro murmurs, holding you tightly against him, arms wound against your waist.

“I wanted to save it for sometime special… And I’ve been practicing.” You laugh.

“Aw I’m flattered dorogoy.” Pietro chuckles, falling onto the bed and pulling you down with him.

“Pietro!”

“You know you love it, moya lyubov.” He chuckles breathily, leaving a trail of kisses on the side of your neck.

“I love you too, printsessa. So very much.” Pietro sighs, his thick accent rolling smoothly off his tongue.

“So. Learn as we grow Piet?”

“With you beside me, anything y/n.” Pietro laughs, moulding your lips together in a soft kiss.

“Now c’mon, Nat’s picking the movie tonight.” You murmur against him.

“Oh, I love a good horror movie, Clint always screams.” Pietro laughs, standing again and pulling you bridal style into his arms, and running you to the living room.

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“Shh, shh you’re going to wake up mama.”

You awake to the glow of a faint light and the sound of a soft cry. Squeezing your eyes together, you shift yourself to your side and attempt to drift off when a voice catches your attention.

Singing.

Coaxing your eyes open, you turn over again and glance to the other side of your bedroom where Pietro sat cradling your bundle of joy.

Pietro’s smooth voice had brought the cries to a happy coo, and you could see your daughter’s small hand reach up and touch her father’s face.

“Good morning Piet.” You smile, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.

“It’s only three a.m dorogoy, go back to bed.” Pietro insists as you stand and make your way over to him.

“And let you become the favourite, I know your plans love.” You smirk, wrapping one arm around Pietro’s shoulder and using the other to caress his cheek.

“Alright, you caught me.” Pietro chuckles, gently rocking the baby in his arms.

“Hate to say I told you so.” You laugh in a sing-song voice.

“Oh I’m still terrified, zhena.” Pietro smiles nervously, glancing over at you and pausing as he takes in your beauty in the low light. His heart flutters at the sight of you smiling down at your baby, his train of thought getting lost as you look back at him.

“But?” You question when Pietro’s sentence drops.

“But— I must say my love for you and our little angel is... Much stronger.” He murmurs, kissing your baby’s forehead.

Your heart warms at the sight of your husband's smile that matches your little girl’s.

“Learn as we grow?” Pietro smiles, leaning forward with his eyes closed.

“With you by my side, anything Piet.” You smirk, taking his fingers in your chin and meeting him halfway.

Pietro tilts his chin to deepen the kiss, but the sound of high pitched coos pull you apart.

“ya tebya lyublyu, Piet.” You sigh, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your little girl’s forehead and then the corner of Pietro’s lip.

“I love you too, y/n.” He murmurs dreamily.

“Now come on, she’s practically fighting to keep her eyes open now.” You giggle glancing down at your child’s half closed eyes.

“Alright, alright.” Pietro chuckles, placing your daughter back in the crib and collapsing onto your mattress.

“You’re doing amazing my love.” You yawn as Pietro pulls you to his chest and leans into you for a slow kiss.

“You’re not too bad yourself, printsessa.” He murmurs against your lips.

It was all even better than you had imagined.

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[deliciousangelfestival]

Wicked Romance

Chapter 3

Character : Mob!Steve Rogers x Retired Assassin Female Reader

Summary : Steve was hoping to meet the right one until he met her. But is he ready to be with her? He thought his life already dark because of his job. He wouldn’t able to find a woman that strong enough to face the hardship to stand beside him. Turn out his life is nothing compared to her. 

Warning : No smuts, since I don’t know how to write it. Peace y’all. 

Today (Y/N) drive Peter to his workplace; the business still close, but Wanda wants him to come to discuss which recipe they should use for the grand re-opening.

Usually, Peter use his bike to go to work. But (Y/N) offers to use her car since she’s also going out.

Peter notices a big back on her backseat. “Where are you going?”

“My friend needs my help.”

“Hmm.” He was silent if (Y/N) mention ‘help’ means including guns, explosions, and deadly battle.

“Who’s your friend?”

(Y/N) felt nervous, she bit her lips. “John Wick…??” She answered him with questions because she knew he doesn’t like it when dealing with underworld stuff.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

She felt nervous because he became quiet. “Are you mad? Don’t worry Bambi, I’ll be back before you know it.”

She glanced a bit to see his reaction wondering if he’s mad. Well, she’s right cause Peter’s head is looking out his window and he already put on his earphones. (Y/N) sighed inwardly, she couldn't help it when her former comrade asked for her help.

Their ride was silent until her car stopped at Peter's destination. From her view, she could see the restaurant almost done with the renovation. The worker put in new furniture and chandeliers.

“Have a good day Peter.” (Y/N) rests her on the steering wheels; she smiles sweetly at Peter, but he still give her a cold shoulder.

She doesn’t like it when he ignores her, so when he gets out of the car and closes the door, (Y/N) open the car window and screams, "Bye, I love you!!!"

Honestly, he didn’t play any song to his ears; he only put it on just for show because it’s too early to argue with (Y/N). How shocked he was when he heard her sudden shout. 

Peter was embarrassed because there are many people in front of the store and pedestrians right now. All eyes and giggle are directed to him; he pulled down the hoodie to hide his face.

(Y/N) giggled like a maniac, she shouted again, “Peter, I won’t go until you say it back!!”

Peter huffed before turning around and ran to the car again. “Love you too, don’t get killed and don’t ruin your new carpet with blood this time.” After he said that, he ran into the building. He wishes he could dig a hole and hide right now.

(Y/N) feels satisfied after knowing he’s talking to her again. She drove the car, heading to her battleground.

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When Peter stepped inside, he saw his colleague chuckled when they looked at him. He tries to act cool and walks towards Wanda table.

Peter felt a big shadow covering him; it made him stop walking. He glanced through his shoulder and saw his boss, Sam, Steve, and Bucky, looking at him with a weird smile.

“Ehm, can I help you sir?” Peter's shoulder became tense; he has never been this close with them.

Bucky put his arms around Peter’s shoulder. “Have you had breakfast Peter?”

“Yea… Waiitt….” Before Peter could finish his answer, Bucky carried his body like a potato sack.

Peter doesn’t understand why he got treated like this. They enter the private room that is only reserved for the elite patron.

Bucky drops Peter to the seat while Sam offers the kid an apple juice. Steve is standing in front of him.

“That was a nice car Peter.”

A light bulb appears in front of Peter; he could figure out what they will ask him about (Y/N).

Peter is right; three of them are curious even before they heard a woman shout towards Peter.

Why?

Because of the car.

Today (Y/N) drove using her car of the day, which is a Lamborghini Aventador.

Even the sound of the car engine made everyone turn their head to see it—no exception for Steve, Bucky, and Sam.

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Before Peter arrived.

Steve, Bucky and Sam, are already at the restaurant to supervise the working progress. They were heading out after making sure everything was fine until they heard a loud engine sound.

How surprised they were when they saw Peter step out from the car. Steve could see it was a woman who drove the car.

“Hmm, Peter usually drove a bike here.” Said Pietro, who joined them.

“He acts like a poor kid turned out he’s rich.”

They are still looking outside, trying to see who the driver is. Lucky for them the car window rolled down.

Steve almost popped out his eyes when he saw the woman he was longing to meet is the car owner.

“Hmm is that Miss Lilly?” Pietro recognised his favourite customer. His hunch was correct all this time; Peter and she knew each other.

“Bye, I love you!!!”

The adult male gasped when they heard her shout towards Peter.

“Oh my god, Peter is a sugar baby and Miss Lily is his sugar mama.” Pietro gasped.

Steve knocked the bartender's head lightly. “Go help your sister.” Pietro rolled his eyes and left to help Wanda.

Bucky looked at Steve, who had a jealous expression on his face. “Ask the kid.” He knew his friend had been looking for the mysterious girl for weeks, but they found nothing. It turns out the one who gives them the information is here.

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“Thank you, it belongs to my sister.”

How relieved Steve was when the word ‘sister’ came out of Peter's mouth.

"You never mention you have older siblings. "

"Step sibling actually."

"Hmm."

"So her name is Lily Parker?" Bucky opened his notebook and put her name in the database. He thought they could find something, but they didn't.

Peter raised his eyebrow.

"Come on Peter, you know what we do. Our boss here is interested in your older sister."

“We didn’t share a last name. Her name is Lily Belcher.”

Bucky immediately types the last name. He smiled after they finally found what they’re looking “Steve, come and take a look at this.”

Steve looks at the screen; he could see her occupation as Special Project Analyst, skills in archery, karate, and Muay Thai.

“In which industries she’s working?” Steve asked Peter.

“Automotive.”

Steve can’t be fooled; this is must be fake info of her. There’s no way an analyst hide a dagger under her dress. There’s a lot of question in his head right now, but he needs to wait until everything is ready.

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Peter and others are having lunch together until Vision turn up the TV volume. Usually, they let it on without any voice. But today, breaking news is different because they could see a camera moving and show Brock and his lackey are asleep on the plane runway.

“Today in the middle of the city, there’s a guy riding a horse and shooting a certain group and some witnesses said a female helping him. Then a private jet that belongs to Mr Rumlow got stolen by them. The culprit put the passenger to sleep as you can see.”

The big bosses are laughing out loud in the office; they could hear it from outside.

“Hahaha, who is this guy? Who ever did this to Brock, I owe him a drink.” Bucky has the loudest laugh. 

While they were laughing, Peter almost choked to death. He was drinking water when he heard the news—only one brave enough to steal in daylight.

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Inside the stolen private jet, a woman treats a wounded male with blood everywhere on his body.

“Does it really necessary to steal from him? There’s a lot of empy jet that we could use.” John Wick is lying on the small couch while closing his eyes because (Y/N) stitching his open injury.

(Y/N) answer while trying to finish her job. “That guys annoyed me, because of him my tea time got ruined.”

John chuckled, hearing her childish reason. “Remind me not to get on your bad side (Y/N).”

Another day, 

Another challenge.

Finally, Steve business re-opened again. He and his friends are welcoming their guest together. But secretly, he’s nervous, thinking if she will come or not. He kept dreaming about her.

“Punk, your girl is here.” Bucky alerts his friend.

Steve turns his head to the entrance. He became dumbfounded at one moment when he saw her step into the building. She was beautiful, and when not smiling, she looked more dazzling, her presence hypnotising her spectators.

“Great party Rogers.” (Y/N) compliment the host party while handed him liquor as a gift.

Steve was surprised when she gave him a gift. “You don’t have too.” He prepared to decline in the polite matter, but Pietro grabs the bottle.

“The Dalmore 62??!!” He almost screamed when he saw the label. Because of his job, he knew a lot of expensive liquor. The one he’s holding is costly. Even with his salary, there’s no way he could buy this drink.

“Thank you Miss Lily.” Pietro looks at Steve with a big smile. “I’ll put this into your collection boss.”

Steve rolled his eyes to his childish bartender, he felt annoyed, but he became less tense when he heard her giggle. He ordered a drink from Pietro assistant for both of them.

The beautiful couple talks like it’s only them who inside the room.

"Lily Belcher is not your real name right?" Steve twirl the whiskey glass in his hand.

"Maybe, why do you think that?"

"Can I know your real name?"

"What are you gonna do about it?"

Steve smirked; he lowered his head to get closer to her ear and whispered something that made her giggle.

"That sounds fun."

"How about a bet? If you win I will tell you my real name."

"But if you win?"

"I'll get free food everytime I come here."

Steve chuckled, then he let out a big laugh. He never thought a girl like her would ask this from him. Somewhat refreshing actually; well, he won't mind if he lost because he could see her every time she came here.

"Deal."

Steve hug her waist intimately. "What exactly is the challenge?"

"How many spies we could find in your party."

Steve looked at her face with a big question mark.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and act playfully in front of him. "Ah, come on Steve I know this grand party also a silent announcement that this place is neutral. Like where the law enforcement and mobsters could enjoy their drink and food together."

Steve was impressed with her judgment.

"My guts tell me you already figure who it is."

She tapped her lips"Yeah, not the police cause they don't want to deal with mobster. My guess is…" She whispers to him, "C.I.A."

Steve gripped his wine glass; he felt annoyed he got an uninvited guest tonight.

"They won't target you tonight. I assure that."

"I fell safe already cause an angel like you guarding me." Steve responded.

(Y/N) laugh bitterly that's what man calls her like love, baby, and another sweet nickname, but after they break up, she gets called bitch, or satan.

"Who could figure who the spies the most won."

"Deal."

(Y/n) is walking away from Steve, but he holds her waist. "Let's do it together." Since he doesn't want to let her wander around, other males will try to flirt with her. Nope, not on his watch.

“I forgot to tell you, there’s a time limit.” (Y/N) move away from his embrace; she taps her watch. “We have 30 minutes. Time is ticking Rogers.”

Steve’s hand felt empty when she stepped away, but he more determined to finish their bet. "Okay."

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Bucky, Sam, are looking at Steve, who acts like a lovesick puppy. They could tolerate Steve for leaving them to attend to their guest. Since the main reason for today party is to impress her. It seems like the plan is a success. Steve and she are inseparable.

Sarah and Joseph Rogers enter the party together. Usually, Steve would welcome them immediately, but they didn’t see a glimpse of their son.

Sarah approach her son best friend to ask, “Where’s Steve?”

Bucky smiled at her. “He’s with a special guest tonight.”

Joseph smirked since he understands what Bucky just said: “I would like to meet her.”

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(Y/N) use her skill to seduce the spies; most of them were unprepared for a beautiful lady like her to approach them. They are here to get information. Her method was quiet; she put sleeping pills into their drinks. One by one, the spies excuse themselves to the bathroom to wash their face. That’s where (Y/N) knocked them down.

While Steve uses his status as the host party. He is a proper host; he gave a warm welcome to the spies. The spies knew they are done. They want to refute, but they are already in the wrong since they fake the invitation. Steve is considerate and doesn’t want to make a scene asking them to go back to their car.

When Steve walks behind the spies, he sees her already standing leaning to the car.

“20 minutes, not bad. How many that you found?”

“Three.” Her finger pointed to the three male who fell asleep.

Steve smirked. “Four.”

“No way.”

“Look like I won.”

(Y/N) clicked her tongue. “How?”

“I have the upper hand from the beginning since I’m the owner. I knew who the guests were and the people who work under me.”

“Ah, I haven’t checked the kitchen. My dress-code won’t allow me to enter.”

Steve nodded. “There’s one waiter who I've never seen before, he works alongside Pietro, your favourite bartender.”

The spies felt like a light bulb for the couple; they excuse themselves quietly by dragging their team, who fell asleep, back into their car and drive away. They bet the couple doesn’t notice nor seem to care about their presence. It’s uncomfortable watching the mob boss flirting.

They were right; the couple doesn’t care at all. They went back to the building where Steve takes her to the terrace; he already arranged it to be beautiful; he requests to make the light illuminate the flower perfectly.

“So my mysterious guest would you tell me your name?”

Under the light, Steve saw her beautiful smile “(Y/N) Parker. I’m pretty sure you already know about me and Peter.”

Steve nodded. “He’s lucky to have a beautiful sister like you and your name sounds perfect to my ear.”

He put his arm around her waist and leaned his head near her ear. She could feel his breath kinda tickle her neck. “(Y/N), what kind of reward will you give me since I successfully redecorated this place and won the bet today?”

She always likes a straightforward person like Steve. She doesn’t mind his aggressive touch. This time it (Y/N) turns to whisper in his ear. What she said almost made Steve’s leg become jelly. If he didn’t maintain his self-esteem, he would lose at this moment.

“Oh, I’m sorry I thought this place is empty.” A guest interrupted. 

Steve sighed; another one tries to disturb their private moment. He asked her if she wants to come to his house, to which she immediately agreed.

“Not saying goodbye to your brother?”

(Y/N) doesn’t worried about Peter since she taught him lethal self-defence. There’s a lot of sharp weapons if someone tries to hurt him. “He’s fine.”

Both of them get into the car; Steve drives back to his place.

When they headed to their destination, they got attacked again. (Y/N) and Steve’s make-out session got disturbed.

‘BANG’

Both of them knew it’s a bullet that hit Steve’s car. He already prepared for this kind of attack, all of his car already modified with bulletproof.

Guess who? Brock, he’s made a fuss since he didn’t get the invitation.

Steve felt guilty looking at his date, but his worries are all gone when he saw her look excited.

“Keep driving.”

“What?”

(Y/N) hand move to touch Steve blazer that made him shocked because of her hand touching his abs.

“(Y/N) now is not the time.” Steve hold his breath.

(Y/N) she laughed because Steve seemed misunderstood; she didn’t say anything that made him more frustrated. If the situation is different, he wouldn’t mind.

Her finger found Steve’s gun that attached to his belt. “I’m going to borrow this for a moment.”

“That’s dangerous, let’s stop here.”

Before he stops the car, (Y/N) opens the window; her body still stays on the seat; she puts out her right that holds the gun. She saw her target through the car window.

“Drive to the left a little bit Steve.”

“What?”

“Now.”

Steve does as she told. It gave her a clear shot at Brock's car.

‘BOOM.’

Steve gasped, his head kept turning back, looking at the scene; with just one shot Brock’s car tire got shot that made them lose control and hit the concrete barrier.

He finally able to stop his car. “That was a big crash.”

(Y/N) felt proud with just one bullet, she able to ruin the car chase. “If they die, that’s on them.”

“You’re amazing.” Steve grabbed her cheeks and brought her head closer to him so he could kiss her. It’s been a long time since he gets excited like this.

‘I never met a woman like you.’ 

They only been together for hours but Steve already felt the connection. And tonight even though there’s a lot of distraction, he could be himself when she stay beside him. 

He hope she would be the last one. 

So they drive back to his place and do the deeds. 

(BANG! BANG! BANG!)

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While the couple is enjoying their intimate moment, the atmosphere quite different in C.I.A HQ.

‘THUD’ The sound of a pile of document being smashed to the table made the people who stand fidget a bit. They put their head down since they too scared looking at their boss.

“DAMN IT!!!”

“It was perfect, but all of you failed the mission. How?”

The person who just punched the table and screamed at her subordinate is Peggy Carter, also Steve ex-girlfriend. They were together in the military, but they broke up after Steve decided to work with his father.

She is pissed that her plan to get her people to be the informant for the mob, using the party tonight, has failed.

C.I.A has trying to get dirt from Steve group; they even use Peggy to fool Steve since they had a history together. Peggy uses this mission to make Steve quit being a mobster boss, but it’s such a difficult task to change his mind. Her mission was failed when Natasha found out.

Peggy knew she’s finished when Natasha confronted her.

Her betrayal hurt Steve, and he banned her from stepping into his territory.

“Who found you?”

“The big boss.”

“Argh, that even worse.”

“And there’s one more that is helping him. She’s the one who put the other three to sleep.”

“She?” Peggy raised her eyebrows.

“Yeah and a pretty one. This is the first time we've seen her with Rogers.”

“Have you found out who it is?”

“We use facial recognition, her name is Lilly Belcher.” One of the agents gives her a document.

She read the file “She looks innocent to be with Steve.”

‘and beautiful’

Peggy clenched her fist when she looked at the photo. The break-up left bitterness in her heart. From the story, she heard from her agents, seems like this woman is strong and doesn't mind playing along with Steve. The totally opposite of their relationship.

'Perhaps he found his right partner.'

Peggy doesn't like that idea “I won’t let you have a happy ending Steve.”

>>>CHAPTER 4 IS HERE.

A/N: uUHH... Steve has a bitter ex. 

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Pietro and Bunny

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Here is my second entry for the wonderful @msmarvelwrites 2k Challenge.

This a spin-off from my Bucky fic: The three times Bucky broke your heart. Part 1 linked Here.

It follows the same timeline and explores the relationship of Pietro and Reader (Bunny) More.

Words 6034

Themes. Angst, Suggestions of smut. But mostly lots and lots of fluff. 18+ Because of the smut suggestions.

This has two parts and I will upload part 2 tomorrow.

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲?"

Pietro thought you were pretty cool. He thought you and Bucky made a great couple. He enjoyed hanging out with you when you would all hang out as a group. Pietro wasn’t one for girlfriends. Sure he’d had a few semi-serious flings and would occasionally bring a date to the parties after a game and loved how you would instantly make anyone feel welcome. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment he started to think of you as more than a friend. It was sometime during his senior year.

At first, he pushed the idea out of his head. You were Bucky’s girl Y/N! You were the cute shy girl Bucky had brought out of her shell, who was still deep down that adorable musical theatre-loving dork. However, when Bucky started getting defensive around him and Sam about who he was texting, Pietro stopped feeling so bad about liking you of course Pietro would never do anything to jeopardize your relationship with Bucky and his friendships with either of you, but he couldn’t help but feel a tang of jealousy towards Bucky.

2010

“Look at Bucky, can’t go 5 minutes without texting his little cheerleader,” Sam said walking up behind Pietro. Bucky was too engrossed in his phone to pay any attention to the pair of them. Pietro smirked.

“Sam, watch this” Pietro said, before breezing over to Bucky and pulling his phone out of his hands. Bucky instantly shot up trying to grab the phone from Pietro, however, he was too quick throwing the phone to Sam.

“Dear Doll, I love you so much and all thought I only saw you this morning, I am already missing you” Pietro sang in a teasing manner.

“Come on guy’s give it back” Bucky grunted. Sam and Pietro kept throwing the phone between them. Suddenly Sam stopped laughing.

“Hey Buck, who’s Nat and why is she asking if you’re going to be around this summer?” Sam asked his eyebrow shooting up. Bucky’s façade faltered for a second. His usual bright blue eyes deepening with an unfamiliar expression. Pietro’s interest was also piqued, he may have wanted you for himself but that didn’t mean he wanted to see you get hurt.

“Oh, she’s just a friend of Jane’s. I met her at that party after our game in Green Bay last year she’s a cheerleader like Jane and Y/N. Natasha and her boyfriend Clint will be in town the summer and she wants to introduce us apparently her boyfriend was impressed with how we played” Bucky said, shrugging it off like it was no big deal. After that incident, Bucky was on his phone around the football team less and started talking about how much he loved you and couldn’t wait to spend some quality time with you in the summer.

November 2011

By the time graduation rolled around Pietro had put any thoughts about the pair of you out of his mind, chalking it up to wanting a relationship as opposed to you. At least that’s what he kept telling himself. You came along to his graduation ceremony. Well, it was for everyone. Pietro, Sam, Wanda, Jane, and Carol. Bucky came along too. Late. But you were there with Peter Parker who was a freshman, he had talent, but he seemed to prefer being behind a camera as opposed to on the field.

The whole gang hung around the field and bleachers after the ceremony. Goofing off and enjoying the last time the group would all be together like this for a while. Peter took photos of you all. Pietro’s favourite was one where he and Sam had picked you up whilst you were in the middle of talking to Carol and Wanda. The laughter that came out of your mouth as you squealed and shouted for the two footballers to put you down made his heart flutter.

Okay so maybe he wasn’t as over you as he told himself he was. Now he could understand what that Taylor Swift was banging on about in that song of hers.

Have you ever thought just maybe?

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Bucky’s girl,” he said grinning at you. For some stupid reason, probably because Pietro didn’t know what to do with his hands, he ruffled your hair like you were 5 again. He couldn’t help but notice you wince at the old pet name. He mentally kicked himself. Why had he called you that?!

Graduation was the last time he saw you for over a year. Unlike Bucky, Pietro had actually been away at a football camp when Bucky had cheated on you. He didn’t know what had happened. Only knew you two had broken up. Wanda was fiercely protective of her friendship with you and didn’t want to betray you by admitting to those that didn’t know that Bucky had cheated on you. He wasn’t going to lie; he was saddened when you didn’t stay in touch with him after he graduated. But after he started his first year at the University of Michigan, he didn’t have much time to worry about it. He was a Line Backer having secured a football scholarship after college scouts came to see Sam and a few others play, Pietro had caught the eye of the scout from the University of Michigan, all though he was a great player, Pietro didn’t want to play professionally like many of the guys on the team. He was studying Business and Economics.

Since about the age of 15, he and Wanda had always planned on going into business together. Between parties, flirting with the pretty cheerleaders and sorority girls and his studies you became a distant memory to Pietro. That was until one November game in his second year.

The Wolverines were playing the Wisconsin Badgers. Boy did they suck. Not that Pietro minded it allowed him the opportunity to watch the cheerleaders, he knew a few of the girls on the team from various parties, he hadn’t paid much attention to the new girls on the squad. Then out of the corner of his eye, he spotted someone who looked familiar to him. Could it be Y/N? Wanda had mentioned something about you getting a scholarship at Uni for your cheerleading, but he’d been in the middle of a game of Mario Kart with Sam at the time.

He tried to rack his brain’s but then the ball came towards him. He smiled to himself. Showtime Pietro. The game was an easy win. Whilst his teammates cheered Pietro made his way to the side-lines, desperate to know if the girl he’d seen earlier was you. His heart skipped a beat when he heard your familiar laugh. He couldn’t believe it. Pietro came jogging up towards you determined to chat.

“It’s just Y/N” or you can call me cutie you said winking at Pietro, he chuckled.

“How about I just call you tomorrow?” he retorted, you felt yourself blush. Pietro may come across as confident but inside he was shaking with nerves. Was he really doing this? What if you said no? You shrugged before pulling out a sharpie from your bag, you wrote down your number on his arm. He cocked his head puzzled.

“I changed it last year after Bucky wouldn’t stop blowing it up with apology texts,” you said simply wrongly presuming Pietro knew what had gone down. Before Pietro could respond you ran off to join the rest of your squad and headed for the changing room. He couldn’t help but smile to himself as your laughter rang in his ears whilst you walked off the pitch.

“Pietro! What’s good? How’d your game go tonight?” Sam asked. He sounded buzzed and Pietro could hear the faint sounds of a party in the background. Excellent he thought to himself. Sam was buzzed enough to have loose lips but not drunk enough to be of no use and if he was lucky Sam might not even remember half the conversation.

Pietro got back to his apartment, he had zero clues about what had gone on with you and Bucky. It was obvious due to your remark about him blowing up your phone with apology texts that he’d done something. He weighed up his options. Wanda or Sam? Wanda was his twin, and he knew deep down if he pulled the twin card she would tell him, but then if nothing came of this, he would be opening a can of worms with his sister over nothing.

Then there was Sam, he was still pretty close with Bucky and liked to chat a lot. But ultimately, he was like a brother to Pietro, and he trusted Sam to keep his mouth shut. Taking a deep breath and raking his hand through his Silver-blonde hair he picked up his phone and dialled Sam.

“So Sam you’ll never guess who I ran into cheering on the side-lines of the game!?” Pietro tried to sound breezy and cool like it was no big deal, despite the fact he was about to ask his friends ex out on a date.

“ I ran into Y/N. You know Bucky’s girl?” Pietro carried on forcing his voice to sound light. Sam choked on his drink down the other end of the line.

“I wouldn’t let her hear you call her that. That boy broke her damn heart, the fool” Sam said, there was an edge to his voice that Pietro almost missed.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Pietro asked genuinely curious.

“Well remember that little party your sister threw that last week of summer whilst you were away at football camp with some of your new teammates?” Sam asked. He didn’t wait for Pietro to respond before he continued.

“Well, Jane brought her friend Nat along” Sam continued. Pietro took a sharp intake of breath. No, Bucky wouldn’t have been stupid enough to kiss her at a party with your mutual friends, would he?

“Well turns out that Clint guy Bucky talked about wasn’t her boyfriend he was just a really good friend. But by the time we found that out Jane realised both Bucky and this Nat chick hadn’t been seen for at least a good 15, 20 minutes. So, she went to go find Nat. Only to walk in on them fucking. Oh yeah, it was on your bed bro”, Sam finished his story like it was no big deal. Other than the telling disdain in his voice.

Pietro stood stunned. No wonder you had winced at the use of your old nickname. Pietro’s heart broke for you at that moment. He vowed at that moment that no matter what happened between you both, he would do everything in his power to ensure you never had to feel heartbreak like that again.

Pietro will never forget that first date with you. He had come up with some lame excuse of showing you the best-hidden beauty spots of the campus. Not that there were any, he just wanted an excuse to spend some time with you. He wore jeans and a jumper with his beat-up converse.

All though it didn’t look like he had put much effort into his outfit he had spent a good hour agonising over it. In the end, he settled for a faded blue jumper hoping it would make his eyes and hair pop. He met you by the school library and the sun was shining, it was still a chilly November mid-morning.

You had turned up with your hair tied up in a messy bun a few stray pieces framing your cheeks, you had opted for a sweater dress. He remembered because it was loose and comfy but sinched inwards in all the right places. It was a silvery colour almost the same shade his hair was. Pietro swore you took his breath away.

Winter Break 2011

“And that right there is where the fraternity pledges had to stand and sing, I’m a little teapot every time someone put 10$ in the bucket. I didn’t truly understand the strange British Nursery Song or whatever it was, but I did like watching the pledges get embarrassed every time they had to sing when the cute cheerleaders walked past. So, I put 40 Bucks in the bucket when I knew the 3rd Years would be heading to practise” Pietro said pointing to the school statue.

You had nearly fallen over laughing at his story. Pietro noticed how you scrunched your nose up when you laughed. Like a rabbit. No like a Bunny. When Pietro walked you back to your dorm, he wasn’t sure if he was going to kiss you, but when you let him hold your hand, he decided at that moment he would regret it more if he didn’t take the plunge.

The moment he knew he was yours and you were his was at a party, he’d taken you on lots of hot chocolate dates, he knew you didn’t like coffee because it tasted bitter to you and that coca was nice, but you preferred the sweet comfort of a creamy hot chocolate.

It was at a party being held by the Ice Hockey team to celebrate their latest string of wins. You didn’t come to parties often preferring the comfort of a book and a cosy night in, but you always tried to attend parties after the football matches. You walked in wearing a red top and black skinny jeans.

The top wasn’t super low cut, but it hinted at your cleavage, you’d left your hair down for a change in loose curls. You’d recently gotten your hair dyed a deep chocolate brown and it brought out your eyes. Pietro nearly lost his damn mind when his Ice-blue eyes met your chocolate brown eyes after he’d drank all of you in. He excused himself from the conversation he was having with Scott Summers and co making his way over to you.

“Bunny, you look good enough to eat,” Pietro said dipping his head down to meet your lips, your lips were always so warm and welcoming a stark comparison to his cool lips.

“Bunny?” You replied scrunching your nose up. This was the first time Pietro had called you a pet name, you felt your heart somersault.

Pietro was messaging his sister on the drive home. He could tell you had something on your mind, but he knew better than to push you.

“So,” you began.

“What’s up Bunny?” Pietro asked snapping his eyes up from his phone.

“Well, I just thought now might be a good time to talk, we’re clearly going to run into a lot of our old friends, and there’s no way Wanda won’t know something is going on here, and I, I saw your lock screen,” you said. Well yeah Pietro thought, was he meant to be keeping you guys a secret? He didn’t want to, and he had just assumed you were a couple. You did couple type things, watching movies together curled up, holding hands when you guys were out together.

“So you were wondering what we are?” Pietro’s couldn’t hide the amusement in his voice. God, you were adorable. He watched your demeanour change and felt a pang of guilt, the determination in your eyes as you tried to not show that you felt embarrassed.

“Hey Bunny, look at me” Pietro grabbed your hand, wanting you to know how much he truly meant the next few words.

“We are a couple. I’m sorry you felt the need to ask, but I adore you, so we are a thing,” he said stroking circles on the back of your hand. You smiled and nodded to yourself. Pietro held on to your hand stroking circles the rest of the traffic. He couldn’t wait to tell Wanda she was wrong about him never getting serious with anyone.

“Hey Wanda, have you got a second?” Pietro and Wanda were heading out to meet up with you and the rest of the old school gang who had made it home for the Winter Break in the local coffee shop.

“Sure brother, what’s up?” she asked shrugging on her red jacket and lacing up her boots.

“So, you know that girl I told you I was seeing?” Pietro asked, you two hadn’t said if you were going to tell people or just let them figure it out, but he at least wanted to give his twin a heads up. Wanda straightened her brown hair falling behind her ears. She impatiently cocked an eyebrow waiting for her twin to continue. They were going to be late at this rate.

“Well, you know her. In Fact, you’re good friends” Pietro continued sucking in his breath.

“If you mean to tell me you’re dating Y/N, I already know brother”, Pietro froze. “I’m happy for you, but if you break her heart like that James did, I will not hesitate to kill you and hide the body” she continued.

“How did you know?” Pietro couldn’t help but ask, you guys hadn’t been a secret, but you hadn’t exactly announced it to the world either.

“I’m good at reading people Pietro” Wanda shrugged before heading out the door.

“You sly dog,” Sam said chuckling. Just then Peter turned up. Sam’s comment hadn’t escaped you, so you simply shot Pietro a quizzical look, one of your eyebrows arched. Pietro gently shook his head. He’d tell you about the phone call later.

It was great hanging out with the old gang, shame about Carol, and Jane being unable to make it back. Bucky was dating that Natasha chick and hadn’t come home from the holidays. Evidently, this wasn’t a surprise to Sam or Wanda. Pietro however was a bit taken back. That was until he heard how his sister had almost killed Bucky when she had run into him last summer. Carol had had to restrain her. Pietro couldn’t lie he was kind of bummed to miss it.

Pietro and Wanda didn’t celebrate Christmas, but they did celebrate being around people they loved and as the four of you sat around waiting for Peter Parker to make an appearance, he couldn’t help but feel his heart swell. You hadn’t even reacted to the mentions of Bucky. The way your brown eyes lit up when you teased Sam about his poor season or crinkled your nose when Wanda complimented your new hair, made Pietro come completely undone. Not being able to restrain himself anymore he leant in and kissed you, a slow soft kiss. The taste of your gingerbread cookie and peppermint hot chocolate lingering on your lips. When Pietro pulled away, he shot Sam a wink, and you promptly turned crimson. Sam just sat there gawking. Pietro watched as Sam tried to piece together his hazy memory from that phone call.

2012

Pietro absolutely adored the photo you had gotten him for Christmas, displaying it on his bedside table proudly. He had brought you a stuffed bunny for Christmas, cheesy but it made you beam at him.

“A Bunny for my Bunny” Pietro said shooting you his signature grin. Your heart constricted; it was an adorable soft fluffy powder blue bunny.

After winter break things got crazy busy. The year also seemed to rush by, between keeping on top, your rehearsals for the play. Pietro’s football practises, football matches, nationals for your cheerleading competition. It felt like you had barely any time to breathe. Pietro always looked forward to football games, not because he loved playing which he did, no it was because when you were cheering your face lit up, you always had his number painted on your cheek. Your brown hair always pulled up in a high ponytail, accentuating your big beautiful brown eyes that always looked for Pietro’s ice-blue eyes on the field. Mostly he loved the looks of jealousy he would get from the other team when players would be checking you out. Pietro would always come over for a kiss for good luck when he wasn’t on the field. You always giggled about how Mr cool; the confident cocky big-time football player was such a dork around you. Pietro was fast, sometimes your eyes couldn’t quite make out his movements, all you would see was a flash of his silver-blonde hair that peeked out under his helmet. You had started calling him Quicksilver, originally as a joke but it had stuck.

“So, move in with me for the summer,” he had said, his heart pounding in his chest. It wasn’t a big deal really but the thought of waking up to you every day for the summer made him practically giddy. Pietro continued to stroke circles on your bare legs. He was watching Grease, but he wasn’t absorbing what was being said.

Pietro loved every single second he got to spend with you, but mostly he loved the summer. College football season had finished, school was winding down and it meant he got to sit in those quiet moments with you. Pietro had no plans to go home for the Summer.

Pietro adored you more than he was willing to admit, hell he loved you which is why he was always never going to push you for anything more than you were comfortable with. He was content just kissing you, steamy make-out sessions. He just liked being close to you breathing in your scent, in the winter you always smelt like Vanilla and crushed Rose Petals. In the summer you changed your body spray, and he hadn’t quite been able to pinpoint the smell, but you smelt like Peaches, sunscreen, and sunshine. Okay, maybe not sunshine but he felt the warmth of your presence every time you were together. Pietro knew you were stressing about summer accommodation so he couldn’t help but offer up his place.

“Okay, I’ll move in for the summer,” you said. You picked up the remote and pressed pause on the DVD Pietro had been so focused on trying to play it cool he hadn’t even heard you the first time you spoke. When you started undressing, Pietro didn’t know where to look. Sure, you’d spent nights together, but Pietro always left you to get changed in his room whilst he went to brush his teeth. His eyes couldn’t help but wander over your body as you walked into your bedroom. Pietro inwardly groaned and felt himself harden. Trying to take his mind off what he had just witnessed he pulled out his phone. That’s when you appeared in the door frame, wearing nothing but his football jersey, when it lifted to show the skin of your bare stomach Pietro nearly lost his damn mind.

“Well, are you coming or not handsome?” Pietro grinned throwing his phone on the sofa and closing the gap between you in seconds, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. Pietro was certain that if he didn’t get his way with you right that second, he would combust.

Winter Break 2012

“You love her, don’t you?” Wanda asked Pietro. You were finishing up tech rehearsals, so Wanda and Pietro were enjoying some sibling bonding by cooking Paprikash. Wanda’s eyes narrowed at Pietro who was avoiding eye contact with his sister. He could feel his sisters warm blue eyes boring into him. Eventually, Pietro stopped washing up and turned to face his sister. Wiping his hands on a tea towel he finally lifted his eyes to meet Wanda’s.

“Yes, of course, I do but that’s not a secret, so what are you actually asking Wanda?” Pietro raked a hand through his silver-blonde hair.

“It's obvious you two love each other Pietro, dearly. But you’re in love with her, you would hang the stars for that girl, and when are you going to admit it? You visibly had a thing for her back in high school and you have healed the damage done by James Barnes. So why don’t you let your guard down and tell her how you truly feel?” Wanda asked. Pietro stood there dumbfounded. Had it genuinely been that obvious to people he had liked you back in high school when you were Bucky’s girl? As if reading Pietro’s mind Wanda answered his question.

“You may have fooled everyone else Pietro, but not me” Wanda returned to her cooking and that was the last of the conversation.

“Are you sure your mum doesn’t mind me staying with you guys for winter break?” you asked twiddling your hair nervously. Pietro chuckled lifting your small suitcase into his car.

“Come on then quicksilver, let’s get going before the traffic builds up,” you said shooting him a grin your worries disappearing.

“Yes Bunny, she wouldn’t hear of you staying here alone. Besides, Wanda would rip my arms off if I even thought about coming home without you” he said pressing a kiss to your temple. Pietro had refused to let you drive saying it was his turn as you had driven last year. You still looked unsure tugging at the selves of your red jumper dress as you walked round to the front of his car. Your brown hair fell in loose waves, still slightly damp from your last-minute shower.

Pietro sensed something else was bothering you but didn’t push it. Instead, he hopped up on the bonnet of his car and pulled you between his legs. Pressing his forehead to yours, he uttered a silent promise that his mum would love you and that that the rest of the old gang would be happy for you both like they had all sworn they were. You looked up at him through your big doe eyes and pecked a gentle kiss on his nose.

“So, who did you say was coming tonight again?” you asked. You were standing in Wanda’s room whilst you both got ready for the small hang out Pietro and Wanda were hosting. Pietro had gone out to pick up Sam and Peter Parker and this girl he was bringing, Gwen. Pietro of course had been right about his mum loving you, you’d spent the last four days feeling welcome, included and at home. Wanda and Pietro’s mum had enveloped you into a big hug the moment she met you.

“Sam, Jane, Peter and his girlfriend Gwen. Carol’s coming, I think she said she was bringing her girlfriend. Now put this on” Wanda said handing you a low cut, slim-fitting black sweater dress. You rolled your eyes at Wanda; you were quite happy wearing one of Pietro’s oversized sweaters and your jeans, but you knew better than to argue with her. Just then you heard the door shut.

“It will be great to have so many of the old group back together,” Sam said shrugging off his jacket as he followed Pietro down to the converted basement.

“How are things between you and Y/N?” Sam asked.

“Sam, they’re pretty amazing,” Pietro said, a slight blush forming in his cheeks.

“Okay, that’s good to hear. Did you know Bucky’s in town for the holidays? I text him saying he should come along tonight; I hope that’s okay?” Sam asked. Pietro shrugged, he hadn’t spoken to Bucky since Bucky’s graduation and even then, that had been by phone. It wasn’t that Pietro actively avoided speaking with Bucky, it’s just that Pietro didn’t have anything to say to Bucky.

The pair of you had spoken in great detail about everything that went down between Bucky and yourself last year after winter break, and Pietro could see you still carried the scars from what he had done to when he cheated on yourself. Just then Wanda and you made your way downstairs into the basement. Pietro felt himself harden when he got a good look at what you were wearing. It was going to be a long night whilst Pietro thought the urge to take you upstairs and fuck you senseless. As if reading her brothers thoughts Wanda smirked to herself, a job well done, maybe now her brother would grow some balls and finally tell you exactly how he felt.

“Bunny, you look. Just wow” Pietro said. Sam rolled his eyes, you giggled before walking over to give Pietro a gentle kiss on the lips. You wrapped your arms around him hugging him close before you felt his hardened member. You cocked an eyebrow at him, but Pietro shook his head brushing your hair behind your ears before giving you another gentle kiss.

After about two hours, everyone had relaxed, caught up and were just chilling. Sam hadn’t heard from Bucky, so Pietro hadn’t thought anything more about it, no sense bringing it up to you if he didn’t show.

Sam had also gotten up nudging Pietro, swearing he would beat him next time. Pietro chuckled, that’s when Sam nudged him.

“You sly bastard Parker” Sam practically shouted. The three of them were playing Mario Kart whilst Taylor Swift played in the background, all though he’d never admit to anyone, including no, especially you. Taylor Swift had grown on him over the past year. Mostly because he loved the way you lit up when you sang along to her in the car.

Pietro was so engrossed in his game with the boys he barely registered you getting up off the sofa next to him. Whilst Sam had been busy yelling at Peter for using Banana peels, Pietro had overtaken Sam in the race. Once the game finished Pietro noticed you weren’t next to him. Feeling empty without you snuggled next to him he got up and stretched. He figured you were probably talking to the girls or something.

“Uh, Pietro, you might want to go save your girl from an awkward encounter with her ex” Sam looked pained. He was realising the error of his ways by inviting Bucky along. Pietro just shot him a puzzled look before following Sam’s line of sight. Pietro sucked a breath in.

“Sam, I swear to god if she ends up in tears tonight because of you, I will not hesitate to punch you in the face,” Pietro said before walking off to the fridge where you and Bucky stood.

“Yeah, schools fine thanks Bucky,” you said politely. Pietro’s heart was beating loudly in his chest, he had no concerns about how secure your relationship was, he just wanted to save you from any unnecessary heartbreak when it came to James “Bucky” Barnes.

December 2012 – August 2014

“Hey Bunny,” he said kissing the corner of your head before wrapping his arms around you.

“Hey Buck, long time no see!” Pietro said. Bucky stood frozen for a few seconds processing what he had just witnessed.

“Hey, Pietro Yeah. It's been a hot minute, so you two are a couple? You guys look cute congrats. Oh man, wow is that Peter over there? I barely recognise him I’m going to go say hey. Catch you guys later!” Bucky said practically running over to Peter. You turned around and kissed Pietro.

“Come on Quicksilver, let’s see if I can beat you at Mario Kart,” you said pulling him over to the sofa. Pietro instantly felt himself relax, glad to see that you hadn’t been impacted by Bucky’s sudden appearance. He grinned at you as he let you drag him behind you,

“What?” you said chuckling at his goofy grin.

“I’m just so fucking in love with you Y/N,” he said. Your heart skipped a few beats. Sure, you had both said I love you, but the way Pietro’s ice-blue eye’s shone at you, the way he had phrased it as being in love with you, made your heart squeeze, butterflies erupt in your stomach and all those other cliché metaphors.

“Pietro, I am going to rock you fucking world tonight, because I feel the exact same way”, you whispered in his ear. Pietro’s eyes bulged out of his head. He lent down and gave you a hungry kiss, sending electricity coursing through your body. When you finally broke free from the kiss Pietro, caught sight of Bucky glowering in the corner of the room ignoring whatever it was Peter was wittering on about.

Winter break came and went. Your second year at Uni whizzed past. Pietro even joined you and your family for your annual summer vacation in Miami, your grandparents were getting on a bit, so you decided to skip the summer production of Hairspray. Pietro joined you for two summers of family vacations in Miami. Your Grandma took a liking to him.

“Pietro, so good to see you again,” she said hugging him. “If I was 55 years younger”, she said shooting Pietro a wink. Pietro chuckled and stuck his tongue out at you.

“See I told you that she loved me the most out of all of you,” he said. You rolled your eyes. Pietro was right your grandma did have a soft spot for him. Who could blame her? Pietro was a true gentleman and his muscles stretched out any shirt he wore. His floppy silver-blonde hair and his goody grin. You were truly a lucky girl. He was going to break your grandma’s heart as much as yours when you two ended things this summer.

Saying goodbye to you was going to be one of the hardest things he ever had to do. The pair of you had spent the last week of summer in Florida with Wanda and her boyfriend James also known as Vision. Tomorrow you would both be getting on separate planes and going your separate ways. You were dancing around in the sea not a care in the world.

Pietro loved the way you were in the summer, the stresses of school melted away. You burned easily so your skin always had a very faint sun-kissed glow to it, but the way you were with your family. That was when you truly glowed. The way you blushed when your parents would talk about how proud they were of you. You were an only child, so your cousins were the closest thing to siblings you had.

And boy did your two male cousins pick on you. Teasing you about being smart, your relationship with Pietro. The way you would roll your eyes at them. Pietro’s heart squeezed with adoration when he watched you huddled in the kitchen with your grandma. Oblivious to the fact he was watching your brow would furrow in concentration as your grandma bossed you about in the kitchen whilst the pair of you cooked up some delicious treats.

“You know brother if you asked her to do long distance and wait for you, she would”, Wanda said sitting down next to Pietro. Wanda’s red hair almost looked like fire in the setting sun. Pietro sighed and shook his head.

“I know, but it’s not right or fair on her. She has plans of her own and we will be busy setting up your fashion label in NYC” he said, raking a hand through his hair.

“Besides, She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers. She deserves to enjoy her last year, her heart is in Michigan, where her mum and dad are.” Pietro sighed. Just then you came bounding over. Your black bikini just about covering all it needed too. You plopped down on the blanket beside Pietro, your brown hair trying to escape its messy bun. You rested your head in Pietro’s lap. You giggled as he gently bopped your nose. Swallowing down the ache in your chest.

The pair of you stood wrapped in each other’s embrace at the airport, the rest of the world shut out. Pietro breathing in your familiar scent one last time. He didn’t need to hear you to know you were crying. It was taking everything in him not to cry too.

“Be good Bunny, don’t cause too much mischief with Loki and stay in touch. I love you my little Bunny” he said wiping the tears from your eyes. You couldn’t say anything, so you just held him tight and cried. When you finally broke the embrace and Pietro boarded. He wiped away the few tears that had escaped his eyes.

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find me a way (i’ll be yours in a landslide) [pietro maximoff x reader]

I love Pietro and I miss him so so so much. He is the best. I hope you enjoy what has been running through my mind today and a little bit of a different writing perspective. 

Inspiration for the title (and what I was listening to while writing this) goes to the song State Lines by Novo Amor. 

Let me know what you think! xo 

TW: Death, grief, violence (?). 

Word Count: A little over 2.4k 

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You and Pietro aren’t friends. 

At least, not at the beginning.

He had this sort of roguish charm, and as the one who always followed the rules, there’s a certain danger to his very presence you detect the first time you see him. You have always walked the straightest line, valued for being good, and discovering your own powers turns that dial to 11 even before you find yourself with The Avengers. 

A’s in school and curse words that never leave your lips, and your previous co-workers had only good things to say. And when the news talks about you, when they find a second to recognize you, it’s only ever about how perfectly suited you are to be an Avenger, doing good and bringing justice and seeking the peace of all. It is all they know you for: the good you do. And then you fade into the background once again, like a shiny trophy on a shelf only brought out to relive the glory days.

When he starts to live at the compound with his sister, after the Battle of Sokovia, he sees the way you look at him. All wary and standoffish and hesitant. He knows, for some reason, that you don’t look at his sister like you do him. No, you sit with her and eat with her and there are times you laugh together at the dinner table. But with him, well, he’s lucky if he can get a word in edgewise with you. It makes him think that you classify him as an enemy, and if not that, then someone you clearly want to keep your distance from.

But it’s not that clearly defined for you. It takes time for you to even be remotely comfortable around someone who clearly enjoys sparking mischief and making trouble. He has no problem questioning authority and going against orders; he does what he wants. And for someone who has always had this golden star on their forehead, and taught never to make company with troublemakers because it would only cause grief in the end for you, there’s an underlying reluctance to be around him at all due to the complex nature of his shift from bad guy to good guy.

When he and Wanda open up about their Hydra experimentation with the whole team, though, that’s when the first crack starts to form. The empathy you have always felt for Wanda, well, it starts to extend to Pietro too. Because you know that no one should be subject to such an experience, even if they volunteered for it. There is something in his eyes that makes him older than he appears, and there are lines by his eyes that tell you of his sorrow, of his anger. 

Your reluctance diminishes over the week and when he happens upon you and his sister in her room on Sunday evening, and invites himself inside, you don’t leave and you don’t close off. You two openly discuss your varying exposure to sitcoms as children and there is something that lights in his eyes, too. 

And it is the first time you listen to him with your eyes, not just your ears.

The friendship you extend to him after weeks of Wanda’s hints and outright suggestions to you begins on rocky grounds. Because you and Pietro are inherent opposites, and while you are mostly black and white, he is all gray. 

The difference in beliefs and values leads to frequent, and heated, debates when the two of you aren’t training or trying to save the world again. The whole team enjoys watching them, whether outright from the kitchen or secretly listening in a shadowed hallway, whispering and smirking and betting who will will this one. They are always exchanging money in hands, especially when it is you that wins the round. 

He gets you, though, one evening as you two sit on opposite ends of the same couch in the open common area of the Avenger compound. It’s been a slow week and leaves much free time for you to discuss all of your differing beliefs. It is passionate and spirited, but this one is also personal. War makes it so, and the twining of both of your experiences cannot make the conversation as objective as others have been. “Rules exist for a reason Pietro!” “I didn’t have the luxury of following the rules when my life was in danger, my parents were dead, and my country was little more than rubble.” 

It is fast and quick as usual, but there is a hardness in his face that you have never seen before. A glint in his eyes that tells you he sometimes wishes he lived in a world where following the rules meant living in peace, meant a better future for everyone; where it meant one was doing the right thing, the good thing.

There is a pause that you have to take, because your country still exists the same way, and there is not a giant crater in the ground where an entire city used to be. And it did not suffer from war the ways his did. And your parents were not killed by bombs manufactured by a man with power and wealth and unlimited resources. And it turns out you may be wrong this time and it turns out it’s true that he had been trying to do the right thing the whole time he was on the opposite side of you. 

Now you are on the same side and that forces a change in perspective. You are forced to not stay the same. 

“You’re right,” You admit and the words are soft. 

Maybe rules are a luxury for people like you who can always choose to follow them; and maybe following the rules doesn’t necessarily mean you are the right one. His eyes connect with yours and there is something that happens, an understanding that forms. 

Something ties together and the knot cannot be untangled. A string tethers you to each other, somehow, someway, in that moment. 

The conversations don’t end there, they never do, but he notices that you bend for the first time that night. Usually you’re as stiff as a board, planting your roots deep and refusing to move. But this time, well, this time your hands open a bit instead of clenching and your knuckles aren’t white. 

It takes some more time, and a little help from Wanda, but both of you smile more and the conversation turns less into a debate the more you spend in each other’s presence. Empathy exudes from you, and now it’s less about being right and more about trying to put yourself in his shoes. To see through his eyes instead of your own. You bend for him more, growing less afraid to no longer put your value in being seen as good, and he takes stock of his own beliefs and he learns from you, too. And he’s not a jackass about it. 

(Clint saw it coming from day one, though he certainly expected it to take longer. Maybe he’s getting old and that’s it. But, there’s something about the two of you that he knew would click together. He watched you both from the kitchen when he was at the compound, and in training, and he saw the puzzle pieces. He knows you well, has for years, and Pietro’s the kind of person you need, though he would never admit it to you outright. He’s a dad and so he can see these things coming from miles away. Laura is going to be intrigued to hear about this when he tells her.)

And you curse for the very first time when he kisses you, pressed softly against the wall near your door. 

He moves so quick it comes as a surprise to your very slow (normal) senses, but the tension has been building for months. Months of his flirting that have been flying over your head or have just left you confused. 

He touches you more, now that both of you are growing more comfortable with each other. A hand cupping your elbow when he grazes by, a soft brush against the small of your back when he’s behind you as the team gathers together for a meeting or to train together. A light touch to your shoulder when he is about to whisper in your ear. A tender hug when you both have survived another day where his hands come to the back of your head and he holds you against himself for a moment or two. A kiss to the cheek when he can sneak it in and you’re not paying enough attention. 

It is in those moments where you truly understand what safety feels like.  

Nobody explains the flirting, or anything else, to you, though, so you brush it away and smile innocently back at him. It kills him, every time. Wanda is just glad you’re making him subconsciously work for it, earn it; making him be worthy of you. 

And it is a year after the day where you officially met each other when he follows you to your room after a solid day of training and playing a board game at the dining table with him and Wanda after dinner is done. 

You are laughing at something he said, and what happened when he lost, and he can’t resist but softly steering you to the wall. You go quiet, a little startled, and he can see your eyebrows furrow. He leans in and you can hear him ask under his breath if he can kiss you. You are barely finished nodding your consent when he does. 

Being a teenager, and then young adult, that had discovered and then wielded weird powers didn’t leave much room to have a significant other who could put up with your schedule and wack powers which interfered with your ever day life. Joining the Avengers left you with even less time to date. 

So, when Pietro kisses you, it’s your first kiss. 

And you think it might maybe somehow be spectacular. 

And whatever it is, it’s different and glorious and it almost overwhelms you and that is when “Shit” slips out from your mouth when you are able to catch your breath. Because you just want more of this, and more of him; more of all of whatever this is becoming. It’s like this feeling drops into the pit of your stomach and sinks deeper, weighing you down with some sort of longing, maybe, or a desire that has been unnoticed and unfulfilled until now. He has always been a contrasting force to you, but now he just seems irresistible. Like a polar opposite magnet that you can’t help but be pulled to: the north to your south. 

The curse is said almost under your breath, a whisper that you can’t hold in, but Pietro hears it. His mouth slips into a grin, teetering more to one side of his face than the other. He is handsome in that moment, and oh so irresistible. His eyes sparkle with a sort of pride, glimmering with a deep satisfaction, and you can tell he’s a bit cocky about the effect he clearly has on you, even though you deny it. You think maybe he is banking on his promise to corrupt you, even just a little bit. He presses his forehead to yours and releases a breathy chuckle. 

“I have been waiting--” 

Before he can finish his sentence, before he can say anything else, you press your lips to his. He sort of smiles into it for a second, but then there’s a shift, as quick as you could blink if your eyes were open, and it’s intense suddenly. All-consuming. There is a sureness with him, a substance you hadn’t been expecting when you first caught a glimpse of him. 

Your hands gravitate towards his hair, his towards your face, tilting just slightly. And then his hands are flying to the back of your head, and then one down your arm and to your waist. 

This is my reality, you think happily, the inside of you turning into butterflies and pure giddiness. He presses you against the wall and you press yourself against him, desperate for just a little more, a lot more-- 

and you wake up. 

No, no, no, no, the word runs a loop in your head. Not again. 

The image of his body hitting the pavement, the sound of gun fire ringing through your ears, is what you are immediately awoken to as you are torn from sleep yet again. He has been dead. He is dead. And it is not a reminder you need yet again, because you barely knew him. And all of this is in your head. 

Your eyes open to the breaking dawn you see out your window. 

The sheets on your bed are the same they were a year ago. 

And you stare out the window for a second, trying to breathe, your mind recollecting everything, and then the tears come. Your arm comes across your face as you involuntary release a sob. Another gets caught in your throat and you are nauseous to your core. 

You gather your face in your palms as you move to sit up, and you just cry. Your hair hangs around you, not having been washed in days, and your muscles are sore. Your heart cries out for some sort of relief, but there is nothing anyone can do for it, not even you. The sobs don’t stop for half an hour. 

You don’t tell Wanda about it. You never do. You can barely bear it yourself. 

You try not to spend much time dwelling on it when you finally get out of bed that morning, but there are some times when you like to imagine things differently. When you wonder what it would have been like if fate had intervened, or some sort of mercy had been given; you give yourself a glimpse of a different future. 

And when you actually allow yourself the time to sit there after you wake up, every once and a while, you usually can picture it all almost as clear as day, the sun shining. There are no clouds in the sky, not a drop of rain. The whole world seems right and perfect and complete before it shatters in front of your very eyes and it all turns to dust. 

Grief has taught you that you will always wake up alone and that dreams always remain dreams. And this one will never come true. 

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“The most painful state of being is remembering the future, particularly the one you'll never have.” — Søren Kierkegaard

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Wandavision Ep 6 Spoilers

No really, spoilers. 

Previously on Wandavision — Wanda told SWORD to shove their drones right straight up their asses, Vision woke up to the reality that his utopian sitcom life was in fact a dystopian hellscape, their children were extremely creepy, and Agnes was being bizarre as hell and super sus. In the real world, Acting Director Dick was a dick, and Darcy and Jimmy welcomed Monica into their sciencey weird-crime-fighting team. Monica also mentioned an aerospace engineer she knows, which some suggest may be the first mention of Reed Richards in the MCU. I have conflicted feelings about the Fantastic Four. Mostly I never liked them. But, I'm open to revising my opinion.

Oh, and also X-Men 'Verse Pietro showed up suddenly and that was fun.

Anyway. the roommate and I tried to sort out a timeline — so Monica unBlips and goes back to work at SWORD three weeks later. AD Dick tells us Wanda stole Vision's body nine days previously. That means, just three weeks ago Wanda was in the middle of a battle, lost her boyfriend, was Snapped, was then unsnapped to fall right into the middle of another battle. Lost THREE additional teammates. And then sometime in the following week found out a shady government agency had Vision's body and she probably went "OH HELL NO". Because that's what I would say. So she goes to SWORD, dents a few doors, takes Vision's body and swans off to New Jersey. Look, she's been through a hell of a lot in the last couple weeks, is what I'm saying. I don't blame her a tiny bit. But, also, I don't think she's entirely behind this.

10-year old boy plus video camera = the 90s. Obnoxious opening credits. But, you know, I kind of liked them (as a one off). WAYYY better than last week's.

It's Halloween, and *sigh* Billy is breaking the fourth wall and narrating to the camera. There's childish twin bickering as you expect, Tommy's the wild and crazy twin, and Billy's the buttoned up twin. And Pietro is passed out on the couch at 4 in the afternoon. Living his best life. He teasingly scares the boys, chases them around, and there's awkward child acting.

Wanda comes down the stairs in the classic Scarlet Witch costume, and says she's a Sokovian Fortune Teller. Sokovia was more wild than I realized.

Genuinely funny flashback to Wanda and Pietro trick-or-treating in Sokovia as kids, 'the year we got typhus'. lol. Was it the fish that gave them typhus? Or was that just a special treat? Wanda doubts this version of events, and Pietro suggests she suppressed the memory due to the trauma. This gives Billy the chance to tell the camera that mom's been weird since uncle Pietro turned up to crash on their couch.

Next it's Vision's turn to appear in the classic Vision costume. Yikes. Wanda thanks him for humoring her, and he says there were no other clothes in his closet and they have a very weird second where he's not playing along and she's not sure what to do, and then he breaks into sitcom character says something about "just kidding, i know how much you love mexican wrestling" like it's a luchador costume, and then there's some super weird flirting. TMI you two.

Meanwhile, Pietro is a large child and the kids love him, of course. So there's that.

Back to Wanda and Vision, she's ready to take the kids out trick-or-treating, but Vision says he can't go, he's on the neighborhood watch and must patrol the streets ever-vigilant for wild gangs of child hooligans who might TP trees. He's gone off-script and it takes Wanda a second to figure out how to play this. She says it's the boys' first Halloween so he has to be there. Pietro breaks up the almost argument and says he can be a father figure-type and he'll help with the boys. Vision's still pretty off-script but Wanda doesn't fight it but looks uncertain, and he goes off to protect the night — or early afternoon.

Pietro is a child hooligan and wants to go do hooligany things with the kids. Wanda says he doesn't have a costume and he grabs Billy and they speed off only to return dressed in classic Quicksilver duds. Well, cheap-looking, thrown together Quicksilver duds. I laughed. The hair. lol. Good one.

Outside in the real world. The Hex field is still kind of glowing red and making bad force field noises. It only started doing that when Wanda got pissed in the last ep. Oh, goody, it's Acting Director Dick. I've learned his name is Hayward. I don't care.

Blah blah Stompy Mc-I'm-In-Charge blah. Monica is not pleased about the whole trying to kill Wanda with a missile while she was talking to her plan. AD Dick just says "now we know who we're dealing with". Um … what? You tried to kill her and her response was to tell you to go away. Yeah, boy, she's a monster.

Darcy is there to helpfully remind AD Dick that Wanda made him look like the fool he is. ILU girl. "Hey, there he is; the guy who almost got murdered by his own murder squad." Jimmy just makes a 'i'm so disappointed in you and your choices' face at him in the background.

I despise characters like Hayward. They are so tedious. Narratively they are there to incite conflict, but given the situation conflict naturally exists, surely there are other ways to bring up/drive that tension without the trope of the government heavy ready to solve the problem with the most extreme amount of force available to him. OH no! Our plucky heroes will have to find a way to save the day and fight the Man! Can they do it? Boring. It's too bad General Talbot went insane and then died; he could probably give tips on How Not To Be That Guy.

Anyway

Hayward wants to know if Darcy works for him and she's like "dunno my dude", Monica claims her, AD Dick says "which one of you is the sassy best friend" and Jimmy's like, that is quite enough Acting Director Not Very Nice Man. "There's no time to diminish your colleagues when you're about to start a war you can't win." AD Dick just wants to take out Wanda so the whole nightmare ends. Monica's like um, we literally do not know what's going on. Like, for real we have no clue. So that might not, in fact, end the nightmare, Director Murder Britches.

They argue a lot and Director Dick goes off the rails. Dude's like more unhinged than seems warranted. Unless he's just so embarrassed that he pissed himself when Wanda returned his murder drone to him, he's decided SHE MUST BE DESTROYED FOR THE GOOD OF … NEW JERSEY AND MY SOILED UNDERWEAR OR SOMETHING. 

"Captain Rambeau, you are an impediment to this mission!" Oh no! He's gonna tell her all about how hard it was to survive in a post-blip world, all those lucky blipped don't know what it was like! You just can't understand! Monica tells him not to use that as an excuse to be a coward. I'm so bored with this scene. Let me guess, the trio will have to go behind his back to save the day.

"Maybe it's a good thing you weren't here with your mother died. Because, clearly you don't have the stomach for this job." … non-sequitur much? Or is he saying she would have inherited the Director-ship (which should probably not be how that sort of agency works, let's be real). Is this scene five hours long, or does it just feel that way?

The Dick banishes the trio from his base.

"Hayward is way over-stepping his provisional authority". Jimmy Woo, you're so great. Monica says he's up to something. Yeah a tactical nuke and murder. Clearly he doesn't want to actually solve the problem, he just wants the problem to go away with a big show of macho explosions and whatnot. I suspect he might be in over his head, like he was not meant to be Acting Director, let alone Director. Also, he's a boring cliche stereotype and I loathe it.

JIMMY! I legit did not see that coming. He just pure hauls off and clocks one of the soldiers escorting them off the base, to a transport truck or something. Monica seems just as surprised for a second but then she's like "hell yeah!" and jumps in. Darcy sort of stands back and watches. lol. "Why didn't anyone tell me the plan?"

Oh look, it's my shipping container! They put the soldiers in there. Guys, it was for Hayward. Come on.

The trio disguise themselves with ponchos, which is a big step up from the usual MCU disguise of "baseball hat". That was a good bit in Ant-man and the Wasp "it's not a disguise, it just looks like us at a baseball game" (I watched that like last week. I missed Luis). Anyway …

Back in the sitcom world. The kids are ready for their early afternoon trick-or-treating. They're still talking to the camera. It's so awkward. I'm not a fan. I get it's meant to reproduce the very 90s Nick-era sitcoms and so, you know, it's spot on. Still, though.

Pietro is encouraging and supportive. "Unleash hell, demon spawn!"

Dang there are a lot of kids in that neighborhood. Wasn't Vision wondering last episode why there weren't any kids? Is the program correcting itself?

Wanda tries to test Pietro, asking him about some kid at an orphanage when they were kids. Pietro calls her on it, and says he knows he looks different. Wanda wants to know why that is. He says, "You tell me. I mean, if I found shangra-la, I wouldn't want to be reminded of the past, either." Hmm.

The kids speed off with uncle Pietro. Wanda wanders over to talk to neighbor Herb, who has a g-man earbud in and is clearly part of the neighborhood watch. In the background Pietro is stealing all the candy and smashing pumpkins and spraying the place with silly string. The hijinks are so wacky. Wanda tells Herb maybe Vision can help out with the chaos, and Herb says Vision isn't on duty. Oh no, he lied to her!

Herb goes weird "is there something I can do for you, Wanda? Do you want something changed?" Hmmm.

Elsewhere Vision is wandering the wild streets of Westview. He finds people caught in some type of weird decorating loop, the woman seems trapped but aware.

Commercial time!  What the fuck was that. "Yo-magic! The snack for survivors." No, really, what the fuck.

Night has fallen, the twins and the twins walk the streets. Wanda's making the boys give back all the candy they stole. She says Pietro is a bad influence. He says "I'm just trying to do my part, kay? Come to town unexpectedly, create tension with the brother-in-law, stir up trouble with the rugrats, and ultimately give you grief. I mean, that's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"What happened to your accent?"

"What happened to yours? Details are fuzzy, man. I got shot like a chump in the street for no reason." AHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHA! no really AHAHAHAHAAH! Thank you, Pietro! Holy shit, perfect. That's some delicious shade. I expect to see this gif'd fifteen different ways when I load tumblr today.

"Next thing I know, I heard you calling me. I knew you needed me."

The kids interrupt. And now all of a sudden Tommy can zoom. Character development!

Everyone is so careful to give Wanda what she wants. Why? She's not cruel. Who wants to keep her pacified? And whoever it is cannot possibly be pleased with AD Dick messing things up. Assuming it's an outside or outside-ish force/entity, of course. I mean, I don't think she's doing this entirely, she might be the battery powering it, but despite her thing last episode to get SWORD to leave her alone, she does seem a little confused about the where, why, and how things are going.

"Don't go past Ellis Avenue." Just a kid thing or a boundary of the sitcom control world?

In the real world, our heroes are sneaking through a tent city and into the server room. The scene with Pietro and Wanda discussing his accent is playing in the background. Darcy seems put-out that Pietro was recast. lol. "He brought the wrong face."

Darcy hacks into Hayward's devices. "Hayward figured out a way to look through the boundary." "And he didn't share it with the group." I don't like Hayward. 

Something is blipping on the map on the computer. Jimmy asks if it's Wanda, but Darcy says "it's tracking the decay signature of vibranium". So Vision. Monica wants to know why Hayward is tracking Vision. Well, I'd super like to know what SWORD was doing with Vision in the first place, because they weren't just storing him, they were doing something. So …

Jimmy notices that there are other dots, the ones closest to Vision, who are other residents. Jimmy says the ones near the edge of town are barely moving.

Back to Vision. He's found a cul-de-sac to patrol. Everybody's frozen in place, the street lights flicker. Eerie. They're all dressed for Halloween. Does this mean the field is shrinking, or the effects spreading and so it's closing in, slowing and then freezing people who were earlier moving about just fine? Vision is unaffected by this whatever it is. He turns himself into himself and flies off, up above the town. part of the town is dark, and part alive with voices and laughter.

He spots a car at the edge of town. It's Agnes. She seems frozen-ish, but when he asks what she's doing there, she says "Town Square Scare. Where is it?" all robotic like. Vision helpfully tries to give directions. lol. "Took a wrong turn, got lost" she says.

Vision touches her head and she wakes up. "You! You're one of the Avengers. You're Vision. Are you here to help us?" "I am Vision. I do want to help. But, what's an Avenger?"

Hmm. Well, I guess he did say last week that he couldn't remember anything before Westview.

"Am I dead?" she asks. "No, why would you think that?" "Because you are."

What was news coverage after the Snap like, do you suppose? I mean, ridiculous, of course. But, like, I think they had bigger problems then wondering about snapped/dead Avengers, didn't they? Well, maybe not. "WHERE ARE AVENGERS TO HELP US?" or "HOW DARE THE AVENGERS NOT HELP US!" "TOTALLY THIS IS ON THE AVENGERS!" "WE'D ALL BE DEAD WITHOUT THE AVENGERS!" "NUHUH! BOO AVENGERS!" "EXCEPT VISION WHO DIED HEROICALLY, WE ALL LIKE THAT AVENGER!" "TONY STARK AND PEPPER POTTS SHARE THE DECORATING TIPS THAT TRANSFORMED THEIR RUSTIC RESTORATION PROJECT INTO A CHARMING FAMILY HOME".

Agnes starts screaming "Dead" at Vision. She's not coping well. Vision says he's going to try and reach outside town and try to figure this all out. "How? No one leaves. Wanda won't even let us think about it." I SUSPECT YOU, AGNES! Why would Wanda keep everybody trapped and miserable? I could see if she did it on accident, but this implies she's purposefully hurting people. I don't buy it. Agnes, again, seems to be in the right place at the right time to make Vision doubt Wanda. You're a very suspicious character, Agnes.  

She starts to laugh. "All is lost." Vision touches her had and she resets to sitcom Agnes. Somehow she can move again, she turns the car around on Ellis Ave and heads back into town. So, that answers that.

Vision walks across the Eillis Ave to the field beyond.

Meanwhile, Darcy continues to hack. Monica gets a text and says "that's it! My way back into the Hex will be here in an hour." Jimmy's all ready to boost a ride to take her to meet her aerospace buddy. But, Darcy says, nope. Can't do it. Monica's been through the Hex twice, and it's rewritten her cells. "It's changing you." Monica is undaunted. "I know what Wanda's feeling and I won't stop until I help her." Alrighty then.

Jimmy's finally going to get to hotwire a car! But wait, Darcy's not going with them. AD Dick has something hidden behind one last firewall. Darcy thinks it's big and can help them. She's going to find it.

I don't think Jimmy had to hotwire that humvee. It just started right up. Motorpool, pfft - they always leave the keys.

Back in Westview. Halloween continues at Town Square. Pietro asks Wanda where she was hiding all those kids. Whu? Says Wanda. "I assume they were all just sleeping peacefully in their beds. No need to traumatize beyond the occasional holiday cameo, amiright?" What is Pietro. "Hey don't get me wrong, you've handled the ethical considerations of this scenario as best you could. Families and couples stay together. Most personalities aren't far from what's underneath. People got better jobs. Better haircuts for sure."

"You don't think it's wrong?"

"Are you kidding me? I'm impressed. It's a pretty big leap from giving people nightmares and shooting red wigglywoos out your hands." No, really, what is Pietro? "How'd you even do all this?" Hmmm.

"I don't know how I did it. I only remember feeling completely alone. Empty. Just endless nothingness." She looks back at Pietro and for a second he's dead Pietro. Poor Wanda.

Darcy continues to hack Hayward's systems. Cataract classified weapons something something. They're still tracking Vision. Who continues his walk across the field and comes to the hex. He tries to push through it. Looks painful. SWORD rolls out to go overreact at him. He makes it through the barrier, kind of. It's a struggle.

Hayward standing there looking like a jackass "he really does want out, doesn't he?" Like he’s just amused by this turn of events, or watching a lab rat try to get out of the lab. 

Darcy's standing behind watching all of this. Bits of Vision sort of fly off and back into the Hex. Darcy says "oh no!" and runs towards him, screaming for them to help him. Way to give away your sneaky hiding, girlfriend.

In Westview. Billy looks up, he can hear what's going on outside. "I hear daddy in my head. He's in trouble."

Vision calls for help, while SWORD prioritizes arresting Darcy. Phil Coulson would never have behaved like this. Boo to SWORD. Vision is dissolving. It's kind of gross and sad.

Wanda asks where Vision is, and Pietro interrupts "Don't sweat it, sis. It's not like your dead husband can die twice." Wanda wallops him with some red wigglywoos.

Billy sees soldiers and thinks Vision is dying. Wanda stops everything and makes a big red boom. The Hex appears to be expanding. Whoops, now you've done it AD Dick. He runs away like the brave brave guy he is. They leave Darcy handcuffed to a jeep. "Are you serious right now?"

The Hex overtakes Vision and then Darcy. Trapped soldiers become clowns, and we're in the circus. Well, SWORD seems like a circus, so Wanda's not wrong. I'm pretty sure Jimmy and Monica made it, but sadly the bravest Director who ever braved also escaped. He deserved to be a circus clown. Better luck next week, Wanda.

Credits.

Well, I just don't know anymore.

Hayward doesn't care about Wanda, except where I think because of this someone will figure out what he was doing to Vision's body. And Vision is ultimately the thing he cares about in all this. I hope Wanda drops a house on him.

Hmmm.

Quit suggesting I watch Age of Ultron next, Disney. It’s not happening. 

#wandavision #wandavision spoilers #wandavision liveblog

[dizzydancingdreamer]

My Just Dance Playlist and who I would battle against / team up with in order to remain the champ

Hey lovelies so I— like usual— am procrastinating so I have decided— at the behest of literally no one— to extensively go through my workout Just Dance Playlist and explain in depth who I would 1 v 1 against, why I would pick them, and why I would— most likely— win.

PSA: This will be very biased and will literally be me bragging about how I would win at Just Dance every time with very little factual proof (because, really, how am I getting this proof?) and then literally me being self absorbed for the entirety of this essay length post— a girl’s gotta’ self care you know?

This is also lowkey practice for a fic I’ll be putting out at the start of Dinner at Dizzy’s so stay tuned it’ll be a fun one

Sorry in advance for the 2.4k essay of me being self obsessed

Also the links are just vids of the choreo in case you’re invested

Into The Unknown | Idina Menzel

This is a warm up song— like if I don’t do this one to stretch I’ll literally die— but definitely Wanda because we’re both soft (don’t fight me on this— I just know she’s a soft girl and would LOVE Just Dance). I don’t think I would aim to win on this one— I like her too much and, again, this is a warm up. She would definitely sing along with me too. If Sam was in a good mood he would also join in on this one— he has two nephews and is fun as fuck so I do not doubt he knows all the words and would be all in. Honestly this song is a warm up so anyone could join and I wouldn’t aim to win— unless it was Tony— because the man’s ego is perhaps the only one bigger than mine— or Steve— because I don’t know why I just think it would be cute to watch the man fumble because he 100% can’t dance beyond the slow dances.

Let It Go | Idina Menzel

Okay so another warm up (yes, I need two warm ups) so again the same principles apply. Again Wanda would be all over this one and I would go as far as to say Pietro— fuck off he is an Avenger and in my head he’s still very much alive— would join in too because he’s like a puppy. I would make Bucky do it too— cue the pout because he would try to say no and nope, no sir, you’re playing— because, uh hello, super soldier dancing to Disney songs. I think I would pull Nat in too because she needs a little push and once she’s in she’d be fully in— and, duh, I want a sexy woman assassin to dance with me.

Bad Romance | Lady Gaga

This isn’t my favorite song but— lucky for me— it’s a group song with three dancers so it won’t make me look bad right away. I would pull my sexy girl gang and get Nat and Wanda in on the action. I feel like Nat would be in the front— because, again, hello sexy— and not to mention that I feel like her skills would make her able to easily adapt to the moves— and then Wanda and I would just be chilling in the back, giggling and being cute. This is Nat’s moment— can you tell I only get competitive against the men? Fuck trying to beat Nat, I’m using this time to absorb the sexiness— I will be needing it for later on in this playlist.

Hot N Cold | Katy Perry

OKAY THIS IS ARGUABLY MY FAVOURITE SONG ON MY PLAYLIST! This is 100% my best song. Like “perfects” across the board every single time. I have it memorized and if this song ever comes on in public I’ll be fucked because I’ll have to dance to it and look dumb. Anyway— given that this is my best song— Sam. I can afford to throw him in here because— despite the fact that I know this man has literally all the moves— I have this song ingrained in the essence of my soul. It would probably be a semi-close race but I have the added bonus of knowing the tricks of the choreography. He may be skilled but I am obsessive and have poured hours into this song. I would probably laugh when he loses because of the adrenaline (again, it was close, my heart would be pounding). This is dirty and strategic but this is about me winning and nothing else. Better luck next time babes— rematch anytime.

Girlfriend | Avril Lavigne

MY THIRD FAVOURITE SONG— JUST LIKE BEFORE THIS IS IN MY SOUL! I have actually spent a lot of time thinking about this. I could use this song to knock out a more skilled dancer— Tony, Sam (again), Pietro (you know I’m right)— but I have made the executive decision to pull Steve in on this one. Clearly it has nothing to do with skillful planning on this one— I would 110% win this game— but rather it has everything to do with the fact that I want to look this man in the eye and mouth “Hell yeah, I'm the motherfucking princess” and watch him get flustered and maybe tell me not to swear. Clint would laugh and that’s more than enough motivation for me. I also want to giggle and stare at the super soldier the entire time because I can hit the moves with my eyes closed and he would be flicking his eyes between the screen and me wondering how on EARTH I got so good at this. SO CUTE!

California Gurls | Katy Perry

THIS IS THE ONE THAT IS TIED WITH HOT N’ COLD FOR FIRST! I’m good good at this one. I grew up on Snoop Dogg and I fully believe that is why I am so good at this song. Anyway Pietro— without a doubt in my mind Pietro would kill this song (or in the very least try to kill it) and I’m not worried about losing because of the sheer amount of gameplay I have on this song alone. He would have the most fun with me and it would be the literal time of my life. Like I might actually lose this one just to see him get all happy and puppy-like about winning— LOL just kidding no I wouldn’t, sorry peanut better luck next time. You killed the hip wiggles though!

Forget You | CeeLo Green

Okay this one might not make any sense but Bucky. This is a hard-ish song but I think some of the moves really scream like old-timey and I think— if he could get rid of his pride for five seconds and let some of the fun-loving, silly Bucky out— that he would really enjoy this song. It’s fast paced but repetitive, the lyrics are fun, and I would be laughing enough for the both of us that he wouldn’t think about how dumb he looks because I’d be looking doubley stupid. Don’t let that fool you— I am a whiz at this song too. There’s a lot of jumping and spinning and jump spinning that entice that perfectionist side of me in a way that has driven me to perfect this song. This isn’t a heavily strategic move— it doesn’t need to be, he, again, hasn’t danced in years— but it is fun while allowing me to still win. NEXT!

Waterloo | ABBA

Okay two teams here, this is where it gets fun. This could go in a lot of directions. If Tony isn’t there then I would pull Nat— the gameplay is easy and she would pick it up within seconds. I would then pair up Steve and Thor because they’re both huge and clunky and would spend the entire time bumping into each other. Dirty but I’m doing it without regret. NOW— If Tony was there then we’re teaming up. I don’t trust him to not be on a team with me because he’s too competitive. I won’t risk it, not today, not ever— we’re eternal dance partners because I refuse to be bested by a man. Even a sexy, silver fox millionaire. The other team would be Sam and Bucky. They would fight the entire time. I can hear it now— “That was the wrong move, dumbass.” “You stepped on my foot, asshole.” — it’s a virtually flawless game plan. There’s a 1% chance they would team up to win against me but even then Bucky hasn’t danced since the 30’s. Foolproof.

Just Dance | Lady Gaga

I am AWFUL at this one but luckily it’s a group dance again. If I had to choose any song to take a break for— because I’ve literally just whooped Avenger butt at this point and deserve five minutes to sit down— it would be this one. This is 100% a strategic move. Love you miss Gaga but the choreography is WACK and I will not be losing. Anyway I will be nominating Tony, Pietro, and Sam— a dance battle of epic proportions and I honestly cannot tell you who I think would win. I can, however, speculate. Sam right off the bat would be a hard player to beat. I said it before and I will reiterate now— Sam Wilson has all the moves. But, that being said, Tony would not want to lose. Like at all. So I am pushed to believe that this fight would be a tough battle. Pietro I don’t think would try too hard to win but, then again, I just pitted him against Tony and, well, we all know how that goes. He has an ego too so honestly it could go in any direction. Pietro might be soft with me but against Sam and Tony— this fight might get dirty. Camera’s out people!

Gimme! Gimme! | ABBA

Thor. Like— there’s just no other person that I want to disco with. None. I want the blonde god up there next to me or nobody. Well, besides Steve because LOL yeah he’s not winning that sorry pumpkin we’ve already covered that. Thor I could simultaneously beat and laugh my ass off with. It’s a lot of tricky moves— ABBA didn’t come to play— and way too much variety for him to be able to catch on right away but he would also not care about looking like an idiot and might end up just picking me up and spinning me around because why not right? I would win and be happy.

Starships | Nicki Minaj

This is pure strategy— Tony. This is the only one I could beat him at because of the sheer amount of moves and plot twists in the choreography. There’s a lot of jumping, spinning, kicking movements and if you haven’t had two months to memorize it then you’ll be fucked. Even then it’s a long shot because— AGAIN THE EGO DRIVES THIS MAN TO HEIGHTS I HAVE YET TO SEE ANYWHERE ELSE— but it’s my best bet. If I could blindside him enough with the hip wiggling then it would be a sure win but he might see through the strategy. He’s smart— too smart. I would fight dirty— I don’t lose. Now, if Tony— again— was not present then I would pull my baby Wanda for this one because she would have so much fun and it would be 1000% worth it. Literally my ray of sunshine— let’s do fun girl things like dance to Nikci like the entire team isn’t watching. Clint and Sam would be singing along— that’s canon. Nat would be filming and cheering. The super soldiers, iron boy (assuming he’s sitting this one out), the fast one, and the gods would be slack jawed. It doesn’t get better

Maneater | Nelly Furtado

I can’t even explain how long I’ve had the plan for this one. Too long. Remember the sexiness I was talking about? Yeah— here’s where I’m gonna’ need it. This is ALSO one of my favourite songs on this playlist because of how sexy I feel dancing to it. The moves are *chefs kiss* so fucking amazing I could cry. I feel like a maneater when I dance to this and that is a blessed feeling. Anyway— I will be pulling two people for this song and those people are Clint and Nat. I think Clint— contrary to popular belief— is secure enough to have fun dancing to this and, also, not to mention the most important part— whoever wins gets to take me on a date. The big guns. Literally it’s a foolproof plan. First, I can’t lose because this choreography is hard as fuck for beginners and I have been practicing and perfecting it for months. Second, the fight between Nat and Clint would be so fucking entertaining. They’re skilled, agile, sleek assassins who would literally dance to Nelly Furado like their lives depended on it. I think what’s even funnier is that Nat is for sure the better dancer but I just know Clint is a) only a fraction less better than her and b) would be trying SO HARD to win. Like I wouldn’t put it past him to not play dirty. I am cute, after all. His 6’3” ass would be sweating trying to get my 5’2” ass on that date.

Good Feeling | Flo Rida

Clint, baby, knowing full well you could have possibly just lost the last round to Nat, I will give you one more chance— mainly because this whole song is a vibe and the choreography is so much fun and there’s a handful of moves that I both want to do in sync with you but also want to laugh watching as you flounder them. Clearly as a stealthy archer assassin I am testing my luck with this one but he just doesn’t know the in depth ins and outs of this choreo. He doesn’t know about the like seventeen hundred bridges that this song has and the robot moves in the middle. So I’ll wrack up those extra points where needed. Honestly if you only click one link make it this one— I can’t describe how fun this would be with him. Competitive but fun. I have faith in myself that I would come out on top. He’s agile but I’d risk it all for the title of champion. Still, he would fight hard— that’s why I love him though.

How Far I’ll Go | Auli’i Cravalho

This is my cool down song but there’s someone here who has managed to hide his way into not playing and that is unacceptable— Loki, babe, you’re doing my relaxing song with me because the gods only know how much you need a break. I’ll look dumb because— believe it or not— the slow song trips me up the most. But it’s fun and it’s the reason I don’t have a heart attack when my chubby ass is done all the fast songs— so it’s necessary. It’s also slow enough that he won’t look dumb and thus won’t literally kill me because he won’t be embarassed. I would willingly lose to Loki because I don’t want to lose my life. It isn’t a loss— it’s survival. That and I think he’d smile if he got a good score and that alone is worth losing to this one (1) man. I also want to add that I think Clint would secretly love this one because you can’t tell me that a man with an aim as good as him doesn’t meditate. He does and he would perhaps beat Loki at this one. Rest in peace to the love of my life when the trickster god literally tears his head from his body but sometimes you’ve got to take the L baby.

#Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Sam Wilson #Tony Stark #Clint Barton #Natasha Romanoff #Wanda Maximoff #Pietro Maximoff #Loki Laufeyson #Thor Odinson #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Falcon #Iron Man #Hawkeye #Black Widow #Scarlet Witch #Quick Silver #Loki #Thor #dizzy rambles #lol can I even say this #Dizzy plots #sounds more like it #mcu #marvel cinematic universe

[mattmurdocksscars]

School House Crush

So, this is @struggling-bees other request. This one was  "You've stolen my spot. I know you know this is my spot." for Pietro! This ended up being longer than I planned but, I think it’s cute so, here we go!

Word Count: 1167

Warnings: Some language.

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Taglist: @thefallenbibliophilequote @criminal-cookies @thegirlwiththebook @writingforhoursonend

Pietro Maximoff was going to be the reason you lost it. If you looked up the word "frustrating" in the dictionary, a picture of his face would be present instead of a definition. The worst part was the little shit knew he got under your skin and endeavored to do so as often as possible. When you'd finally had enough, you decided that him getting a taste of his own medicine was the best solution. 

You started small. Moving things to different places when he wasn't paying attention. Stealing his jackets and putting them in random places around the tower. Then you progressed from there and slowly started to pull bigger pranks. One day, you made sure he walked in on you eating the last of his favorite pop tarts. Sometimes you got lucky enough to trip him when he was running past you. You got Wanda in on it eventually and she agreed solely because she had been the object of his pranks for so long when they were children. She helped you mess with the water temperature when he was in the shower and the yell he'd released when the water had suddenly switched to ice cold had the two of you laughing for hours.

When Friday night dinner rolled around, you put your final prank into action. The team shared dinner on Friday nights so you made sure to remove one of the chairs from the table you all sat at and when dinnertime came, you took the spot Pietro usually occupied next to Wanda. The two of you were engaged in a conversation with Vision, who sat on Wanda's other side, when a gust of wind indicated that Pietro had entered the room. From your spot, you were able to watch the way he looked at you then the rest of the table, taking in that it was a seat short and you were in his spot. His eyes narrowed and a moment later, he was standing next to you with his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl.

"You've stolen my spot. I know you know this is my spot." You blinked innocently up at him.

"There was nowhere else to sit and Wanda told me to sit here." Pietro's gaze flashed to Wanda who shrugged.

"She is better company than you are, brother." It took everything in you not to laugh at the look he gave Wanda at that and you had to smother your smile when he looked back at you.

"Get up. I know you know where the other chair is. Go get it and get out of my spot."

"You go get it. I was here first."

"Don't be so childish, brother. If you had been on time, she wouldn't be in your spot in the first place." Pietro's jaw clenched before a mischievous look grew in his eyes.

"Fine. We can share." Before you could even process what he said, he moved. The next thing you knew, you were settled sideways in his lap. You gaped at him but he ignored you, picking a french fry off your plate and popping it in his mouth. The whole table was silent as they watched the two of you, wanting to see who would break first. Refusing to let him win, you settled yourself on his lap and went back to eating. You could tell Pietro had expected you to immediately get up so he sat still for a moment before relaxing as well. One of his arms came to wrap around your waist to keep you steady and he used the other to continue to sneak fries from your plate. 

Soon enough, the table went back to its usual volume as everyone went back to their conversations. You took pity on Pietro, and added more food to your plate so the two of you could share. Before you even realized it, dinner was over and you were suddenly struck by the realization that you didn't want to get up. You instantly teleported away, shocked by your feelings and not willing to admit to yourself that you had enjoyed being so close to Pietro. Landing on the roof, you began to tug at your hair and pace. 

"What the actual fuck, self?" You're still pacing, muttering to yourself when Pietro suddenly joins you on the roof. You don't notice him at first and he watches you. 

"Are you alright, prețios?" His words cause you to jump and whip around to face him. He's watching you carefully, keeping his distance.

"Fine, yep, totally fine." Pietro always got this look on his face when he knew someone was lying. His brows would furrow and his mouth would twist into a scowl as he waited for the truth to come out. He was looking at you like that now and you shifted under his gaze, not wanting to tell the truth. The two of you stood there in a stalemate for a few moments until Pietro suddenly moved. One moment he was standing across from you and the next he was standing directly in front of you, one arm around your waist to keep you from teleporting away and the other coming up to cup your face to make you look at him. He sighs, almost like he's disappointed.

"You know I hate it when you lie, prețios. Would you like to know what I think?" You squirm a little, not because you feel anxious or anything but because you are once again enjoying him touching you.

"Pietro."

"I think you enjoyed sitting in my lap and sharing food with me. I think you've enjoyed every prank we've pulled on each other. I really think you like me and that scares you."

Well, fuck. He's spot on, of course. You're trying to come up with what to say when he suddenly leans into you, only stopping when he's barely away from your lips.

"I'll tell you a secret. I like you too." With his admission, his lips fall to yours and he kisses you deeply. Your body responds before your mind even fully catches up, leaning into him and kissing him back. He kisses you breathless and when the two of you finally break apart, you're both panting. He smiles as he leans his forehead against yours but when you slip away from him, he watches in confusion. You take a couple steps back from him and at first, hurt wells up as he wonders if you're rejecting him. Then, he gets a good look at your face and sees a mischievous smile on your face.

"Prețios…" It's a warning but you don't heed it, rocking on your heels.

"I'll let you have the first one but if you want anymore kisses, you're gonna have to come get them." Before Pietro can even move, you've teleported away and he can't help the laugh that slips out.

So, this was how it was going to be? He'd take that challenge any day.

#pietro maximoff #pietro x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff imagine #mcu imagine #prompt

[bamon4bamily]

TVD 9x15 - Dream a little dream... (Part 1) Enjoy! =)

Cut to – the secret facility, around 3am. All the guests from the Thanksgiving dinner party have left. Augustus and Darius are having a little one on one before heading to bed.

 AUGUSTUS: So, how does it feel to be back from La-la land? You really had us worried for a while. Thought you were a goner.

DARIUS: How long was I out for?

AUGUSTUS: Almost a month… You’re lucky Veritas was able to use his psychic juju to break the illusion. I was about to give up.

DARIUS: Given our history, I’m surprised you even tried.

AUGUSTUS: Well, bygones. And, Pietro can be very persuasive, he insisted we get you back.

DARIUS: I’ll have to thank him for that. Listen, I know we don’t always see eye to eye, and I know I made some mistakes, but we need to find a way to get over our differences, and see this through to the end.

AUGUSTUS: I agree. That’s the only reason I accepted to do this. Also, I have to admit, you do have some irreplaceable talents.

DARIUS: As do you, from what I’ve been seeing… I could have sworn I saw Tamara at the dinner party. What are you, making clones now?

AUGUSTUS: (Smirks) Oh no, clones are of no real use. And, unlike you, I don’t like to tamper with nature. What you saw was technology at its best.

DARIUS: So, like robots, basically?

AUGUSTUS: Not exactly; more like artificial intelligence. Specifically, it’s called ASI, an artificial intelligence superior to human intelligence or ability. The superhuman, as we like to call it in the geek community.

DARIUS: And they call me the crazy one.

AUGUSTUS: Don’t confuse using technology in our advantage with a god complex, and a bad case of fatal attraction. You really lost it, Darius; almost sabotaged the order’s plan to cater to your fantasies. We can’t have that happen again, so, I hope you understand, some adjustments had to be made.

DARIUS: What are you talking about?

AUGUSTUS: Let’s just say, you didn’t get that scar on your head by accident…

DARIUS: What did you do to me?

AUGUSTUS: Don’t worry, nothing drastic. All I did was install a type of control button, to put it in a way. Just to make sure you don’t go rogue on us again. Can’t blame us for including an insurance policy after the mess you made. (Yawns) Well, I think it’s time I call it a night.

DARIUS: Question, did that “tweak” of yours involve some sort of weird programming with the movie Sunset Boulevard?

AUGUSTUS: The fifties noir film?  

DARIUS: Yes.

AUGUSTUS: Well, I am a big fan, but no; that’s all you, pal. Anyway, I need my rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.

DARIUS: Sweet dreams…

AUGUSTUS: (Somewhat confused) Uhm… okay. Make sure you get some sleep (he leaves).

DARIUS: I will, eventually…  (Darius dozes off in a daydream sort of state; the song Wicked Game by Hula-Hifi, lingering in his mind).

Cut to – The Salvatore mansion. Damon and Bonnie’s room, around 3 am. Damon wakes up suddenly, sweating and breathing heavily. He turns to Bonnie, she’s not in the bed. He gets up, knocks on the bathroom door, no answer. He opens the door, she’s not inside. Vamps downstairs, finds her watching T.V in the family room.

 DAMON: Hey, Bon-Bon; what are you doing?

BONNIE: Couldn’t sleep, and I didn’t want to wake you, so…

DAMON: (Peeks to see what she is watching) Sunset Boulevard, love this movie.

BONNIE: Come, join me.

DAMON: (Vamps speeds to cuddle with her) You okay?

BONNIE: Fine, just a bad case of insomnia.

DAMON: Want some popcorn?

BONNIE: Is the answer ever no when it comes to that question?

DAMON: (Smirks, gets up) One order of large popcorn coming right up (gives her a peck on the lips, and vamps to the kitchen. Bonnie continues to watch the movie; at some point she begins to feel sleepy and dazed, almost immediately, she falls into a deep sleep).

 Cut to – 1950, Hollywood, California. The cast and crew, of what promises to be the next Oscar winning film, are getting ready for another day of shooting on set. The lead actress, a true Hollywood diva, is in her dressing room rehearsing some lines. The lead actor walks in the room, hands her a cup of coffee.

 KAT: Every day I tell you I hate that…

IAN: And every day I do it anyway.

KAT: Can you just get out, before I have security take you out.

IAN: Is that any way to treat your co-star?

KAT: The only reason you got this job is because your daddy is the head of the studio, you are a horrible actor.  

IAN: Kitty Kat, that hurts my feelings. Not everyone can sleep their way to the top, if you know what I mean… Shall we do the count? Joseph, Chris, Michael… Oh, and let’s not forget your recent one, my lovely brother, Paul… I told you, everyone knows about you two, or almost everyone… Aw, poor Candice! Anyway, you can drop the act now.

KAT: And, I told you, who I choose or don’t choose to sleep with, is none of your business, or hers. So, butt out.

IAN: You know, you are quite cute when you get mad (smirks).

KAT: I actually look cuter when I’m kicking someone’s ass; want to see?

IAN: (Wiggles is eyebrows) Ooh, you are on fire today!

Keep it up, maybe you will finally nail at least one scene. (The film director walks in). 

MATT: You two are up. And please, stop with the bickering, it’s getting very annoying. Be professional for Christ’s sake!  Come on, chop, chop! You are on in five (leaves).

KAT: How dare he speak to me that way! Does he know who I am?!

IAN: Apparently, he doesn’t care; ouch! (Hands her the coffee cup) Here, have some, looks like you are going to need it.  

KAT: Shut up… (grabs the cup reluctantly, and takes a sip. Another actress comes barging in, venting).

CANDICE: I swear if I have to do another scene with that incompetent fool, I’m quitting!

KAT: What did Chris do this time?

CANDICE: He can’t tell his left foot from his right one. How on earth did he get the part!

IAN: (Looking at Kat, teasing) Gees, I wonder how…

KAT: (Rolls her eyes, turns to Candice) Come on, he’s not that bad.

CANDICE: Please, you only say that because you slept with him. Not that I’m judging, he’s very hot, but he definitely can’t dance!

KAT: Well, he makes up for it in other areas (smirks)…

CANDICE: (Grins) Naughty, naughty… Anyway, where is Paul?!

IAN: Missing someone? Don’t worry, Blondie, he should be here soon, he’s just running late. Think you can handle a few minutes without him?

CANDICE: God, I hate you…

KAT: That makes two of us.

IAN: (Looking at Kat) You know there’s a fine line between love and hate (smirks).

KAT: In your dreams.

IAN: Every night, at least twice.

KAT: You are disgusting.

IAN: I know (winks. The Assistant Director walks in).  

STEVEN: Miss. Graham, Mr. Somerhalder, we are ready for you.

KAT: Let’s go.

Cut to – LAPD Headquarters. The Chief of Police is in his office, smoking a cigarette, looking at a photo of a victim who was found brutally murdered the night before. The victim, an aspiring actress who had just landed her first role, a minor part in a high-profile production.

This town… A concrete monument of decay. From the outside it might seem glamourous, with its movie stars and divas, but it’s nothing more than a sewer filled with rats. Nights reek of booze, gun powder, and flesh blood, masked with a cheap imitation of expensive perfume.

Days are no better. The only difference between the two is that during the day, it’s harder for the predators to hide, or so they think. In reality, the true gangsters hide at plain sight. They mock us, thinking they are always one step ahead, always above the law.

But not this time… not this time… (Caresses the victim’s photo, a tear scrolling down his cheek) My sweet Nina… who could have possibly done this to you? And why?

(The song “The Two Of Us” by Mark Isham, plays in the background, as the Detective has flashbacks of the woman and the horrendous murder scene; tears keep rolling down his cheeks).

Cut to – the film set. Kat and Ian are shooting one of their scenes.

 IAN: Don’t go with him… you belong here, with me.

KAT: Please, don’t say those words. You know I want nothing more, but I can’t stay… He is my husband.

IAN: And I am the man you love.

KAT: Always and forever; no matter how far.

IAN: (Kisses her passionately. As she begins to walk away and the rain begins to pour, he runs after her, turns her around) I’m sorry, but I won’t let you go (kisses her again, the song Godot - The Fragrance of Dark Coffee + Rainymood, starts to play. 

The raindrops continue to fall as they hold each other, probably for the last time…)

MATT: And, cut! Beautiful! Now that’s what I call cinema! We are making history people!

KAT: (Ian is still holding on to her). Didn’t you hear cut?!

IAN: No, must have bad hearing… (he smiles; she tries to resist, yet can’t help but smile herself).

MATT: Okay, everyone, let’s take 30 while we prep for the next scene.

KAT: (To Ian) Did you hear that? (Pushes him away) Now, shoo, skedaddle! (She walks away, he follows behind, teasing her).

STEVEN: Mr. Davis, there is a Detective here to see you.

MATT: What? Why?

STEVEN: I think it has something to do with that actress that didn’t show up on set today.

MATT: Which actress, Steven, there are plenty of them around here.

STEVEN: Nina.

MEET: Nina, who? Doesn’t ring a bell.

STEVE: She’s the actress that is playing Miss. Graham’s handmaiden.

MATT: Oh, yes, I think I remember. What about her?

STEVEN: I don’t know. Why don’t you talk to the Detective.

MATT: Fine. Send him my way.

ZACH: (Shows him his badge) Detective Zach Roerig, LAPD, can I ask you some questions?

MATT: Sure, just don’t take too long, we need to keep shooting while we still have the proper lighting.

ZACH: (Takes a picture of Nina out of his pocket and shows it to him) Do you know this woman?

MATT: Barely, she is just an extra with a very small part, we don’t interact. I only work with the stars, so my assistant might be able to give you more insight on her.

ZACH: I’ll talk to him, that’s for sure. But you are the one in charge of this production, correct?

MATT: I am the Director, so yes.

ZACH: Maybe you should pay more attention to your “not so important” cast members as well. Miss. Dobrev was found brutally murdered last night; just one block from here.

MATT: Oh, lord, that is terrible. What happened?

ZACH: Was I not clear? She was murdered, decapitated to be exact. And, we suspect the one responsible for this heinous crime, is part of this little film of yours.

MATT: That’s absurd! No one here would ever do such a thing!

ZACH: You’d be surprised what people are capable of, especially in a town like this. It ain’t all lights and glamour. This is an official investigation, so we are shutting this production down until we get some answers.

MATT: You can’t do that! We are on a schedule.

ZACH: Well, it looks like you’re going to have to make some changes. I need you to call in everyone in the cast and crew, and I mean everyone. No one leaves, until we clear them.

MATT: Do you have any idea who you’re talking to? I don’t take orders from anyone.

ZACH: You Hollywood types and your sense of entitlement. You are in for a reality check, no one is above the law. Here is a warrant to search the premises and question every single one of you. So, make yourself comfortable, we might be here for a while. I’ll need your office for questioning, while my squad processes the area. I take it you don’t mind. And, to prove I’m not all that bad, I’ll start with you. Lead the way.

Cut to – the Director’s office.

 SUSPECT # 1 – THE DIRECTOR

ZACH: For the record, state your full name.

MATT: Matthew W. Davis.

ZACH: How did you know the victim?

MATT: I told you, I didn’t. Apart from directing the few scenes she has been in, I have never talked to or interacted with her at all.

ZACH: What were your whereabouts last night, from 11pm to 2am?

MATT: I was here, filming. Went home around 3am.

ZACH: (Shows him a note that reads: You were great last night. Keep it up, and you might become a real movie star someday…). Do you know what this is?

MATT: (Looking nervous) Where did you find that?

ZACH: I’m the one that will be asking the questions. Is this your handwriting?

MATT: It is.

ZACH: Can you explain how, and why, this was found in the victim’s purse the night she was murdered?

MATT: I have no idea. That note wasn’t for her.

ZACH: Oh, really? Who was it for, then? And why do you reckon Miss. Dobrev had it with her?

MATT: I can’t tell you who it was for. And, I have absolutely no idea why that woman would have that note.

ZACH: Oh, come on, try harder.

MATT: This is ridiculous, I want my lawyer.

ZACH: You are in your right to request one, but that would only make you more suspicious. So, I would advise otherwise.

MATT: What do you want from me? I already told you everything I know.

ZACH: Who was the note for?

MATT: Okay, okay… it was for Candice.

ZACH: Doesn’t make much sense though, she’s already a movie star…

MATT: She is, but not a diva, like Miss. Graham. That’s what every woman in Hollywood wants. And I am the only one that can give that to them.

ZACH: That’s a lot of power to be in one man’s hands.

MATT: I worked hard for it, trust me.

ZACH: Sure you did… Okay, I’m gonna let you go for now, while we verify your alibi; but trust me, we will talk again.

MATT: Whatever. Can I leave?

ZACH: Yes, and send your assistant in.

SUSPECT # 2 – THE ASSISTANT DIRECTOR

ZACH: For the record, state your full name.

STEVEN: Steven R. McQueen.

ZACH: How do you know Miss. Dobrev?

STEVEN: She is one of the actresses in the film.

ZACH: More like, was…

STEVEN: What?

ZACH: She was murdered last night, about a block from here. Know anything about that?

STEVEN: No, no, of course not. Oh, god, she’s dead?! This can’t be true… How, why?

ZACH: Well, that’s what I want to find out, pal. Think you can help me figure it out?

STEVEN: Whatever I can do to help, you can count on it. Miss. Dobrev was a lovely gal.

ZACH: Were you two close?

STEVEN: Not really. I met her when we started filming. We talked from time to time, but that was about it.

ZACH: Just talk, ha?

STEVEN: Yes, Detective, I swear.

ZACH: I believe you. Look, you seem like a decent guy. I’m sure, if anyone, you are the one that knows what really happens around this set. Help me out? Miss. Dobrev deserves some justice, don’t you think?

STEVEN: Of course. I will tell you everything I know.

ZACH: Good. Why don’t we start with Mr. Davis’s real relationship with the victim…

Cut to – Kat’s dressing room. Kat, Ian, Candice, Paul, and Chris are talking about the situation.

 CANDICE: With all due respect, but who is this Nina person?

KAT: She’s the actress playing my handmaiden.

CANDICE: Oh, her? Well, you can’t really refer to her as an actress, I mean...

CHRIS: She’s a nobody, so who cares.

PAUL: Judging from the Police take-over, something big is going on.  

CANDICE: Why do you care?

PAUL: I’m just saying, it doesn’t look good.

IAN: Well, I agree with Mr. slippery shoes and Cinderella, who cares! We should be shooting, don’t want to lose the good lighting.

KAT: Of course you wouldn’t dare to care about anyone but yourself….

IAN: Really, Kitty Kat? This coming from little Miss me, myself, and I. We all know who you are.

KAT: No you don’t, so stop pretending you do.

PAUL: (Sarcastically) Ouch, bro.

CHRIS: (To Kat and Ian, sounding quite bitter) Can you two stop bickering, for like a second! Gees, just get married already! So freaking obvious…

KAT: Please, he wishes!

IAN: I might like a little pain here and there, but I’m no masochist… unless you ask nicely, of course (winks; the Director walks in). Matt, can you please tell us what the hell is going on!

MATT: We’ve been shut down, until further notice. Oh, and no one can leave either, so make yourselves comfortable.

IAN: What! Why?!

MATT: Well, that wannabe actress playing Kat’s handmaiden was murdered last night. Ruined our entire schedule! The Police think one of us did it… ridiculous!

KAT: Wait, what!? She was murdered? No, no… that can’t be… Oh my god!

CHRIS: And I’ll say it again, why do we care? She is a nobody! Or was, whatever!

KAT: Don’t say that! You have no idea who she was…

CHRIS: Neither do you, Kitty Kat.

IAN: (Pushes Chris away from her)  First, no one calls her that, but me. Second, back off…

CHRIS: (Sarcastic smirk) Oh, please. Don’t you get it? She will never love you. Once she gets what she wants from you, she’ll throw you out like a piece of trash. So stop trying so hard.

IAN: (Grabs him by the neck) Listen, psycho boy…

PAUL: Stop, both of you. Is it too much to ask for you to act like adults, for once? We really don’t need your little pissing contest drama right now.

KAT: Nor any of this… Everyone get out, I need some space.

IAN: (Looking concerned) Kat...

KAT: I said, get out! All of you! (They leave).

Cut to – the Director’s office.

 ZACH: Thank you for your cooperation, this information is critical to our investigation.

STEVEN: (Looking scared) Please, Detective, promise me you won’t tell them you heard those things from me, I would be completely ruined.

ZACH: Don’t worry, your secrets are safe with me, trust me. Now, be a sport and send Miss. Accola my way, will you?

STEVEN: Will do, Detective.

ZACH: Thank you, we will talk again soon.

SUSPECT # 3 – THE ACTRESS

ZACH: For the record, state your full name.

CANDICE: (Flirtatious) Detective, you don’t believe I had anything to do with this, do you? I mean, look at me… do you really think I would be capable of such a thing?  

ZACH: Perhaps you didn’t hear me. I said, state your full name.

CANDICE: Fine… Candice Rene Accola. But I swear, Detective, I never even crossed a word with that woman.

ZACH: Funny, that’s not what I’ve heard…

CANDICE: From who? Whoever said that is obviously lying! I have a reputation to protect, I don’t mingle with the extras.

ZACH: Oh, I’m sure you don’t, but I wonder if you get jealous of them?

CANDICE: (Laughs) That’s absurd! Why on earth would I be jealous of her!? She’s a nobody.

ZACH: Maybe she had something you wanted…

CANDICE: What could she possibly have had that I don’t? If anything, she was the one jealous of me.

ZACH: I hear you are quite smitten with an ex of hers.

CANDICE: An ex? What are you talking about?

ZACH: Just cut the bullshit Miss. Accola. I know for a fact that Mr. Wesley and Miss. Dobrev where previously engaged, that is until you came into the picture…

CANDICE: (Nervously) Please, Detective, let me explain…

ZACH: Please, do.

CANDICE: It’s not what you think. I mean, yes, I knew they had a thing in the past, but that was a long time ago. They went to the same Highschool, in this godforsaken town in the middle of nowhere, or something along those lines. But, I swear, I never even spoke to her, nor did he, after that. No disrespect for the deceased, but she was weird, she didn’t belong in the same circle as us. There are levels, and she is, well, was, way below ours. If you are looking for a real suspect, I suggest you talk to Mr. Wood, I know there was something going on between those two.

ZACH: Really, why would you say that?

CANDICE: They are both whack jobs. They would get together after shooting; hang out at this weirdo trash bar down the block called “The Grill”, where all the other city looneys hang out. Trust me, they were into some really creepy stuff.

ZACH: What kind of creepy stuff?

CANDICE: Some obscure vampire nonsense. I’m telling you, totally cuckoo.

ZACH: Vampires?

CANDICE: Yes, I swear! If you ask me, I wouldn’t be surprised if Chris turned out to be one… I mean, if they were real, of course. Only a crazy person would believe those things.

ZACH: I agree. So, you are saying Miss. Dobrev had a dark side?

CANDICE: Oh, for sure! No one ever bought her little “Mary Sue” act.

ZACH: Well, that’s quite specific information for someone who claims not to know anything about her.

CANDICE: I’m just telling you what I’ve heard from others, specifically, from Mr. Wood.

ZACH: Okay, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt on that, for the moment. Now, (hands her the same note he handed the Director) can you explain what this is about?

CANDICE: (Looking genuinely clueless) I have never seen that before, I promise.

ZACH: Fair enough. Moving on, what where your whereabouts last night, from 11pm to 2am?

CANDICE: I was here shooting, until about 3am, I think. I went straight home after that.

ZACH: 3 am? Doesn’t seem like a safe hour for a lady to be driving home alone…

CANDICE: Oh, of course not. I had my driver take me home.

ZACH: What’s your driver’s name?

CANDICE: Mr. Trevino, you can ask him if you don’t believe me. He’s right outside my dressing room.  

ZACH: No need, just yet. You are free to go, for now. Let Mr. Wood know I’m expecting him next.

CANDICE: Sure thing. (As she is walking out) Detective, one more thing… I probably shouldn’t say, since she is my best friend, but I feel obligated to mention this, it’s in my duty to do so. You should know Miss. Graham and Miss. Dobrev used to be very close friends, best friends actually. She doesn’t know I know that, but I do. In fact, Kat is the reason Nina got this job in the first place; and the reason why Nina moved from that Mystic place to LA. Just thought you should know… Hope it’s useful information (flirtatious smirk).  

ZACH: (Flirting back) Very useful, Miss. Accola; thank you for sharing.

Cut to –  Kat’s dressing room. She is looking at herself in the mirror; she seems somewhat sad, but a lot more worried. Ian knocks.

IAN: Kat, please, let me in… I’m sorry… (Kat opens the door, he walks inside, she looks around to make sure there is no one else there; shuts the door after him).

KAT: What do you want? I thought I made myself clear when I said I wanted to be left alone.

IAN: I needed to make sure you were okay (looks around the room) … I didn’t know you knew her outside of the film, I’m sorry if I was insensitive.

KAT: (Goes to her mini bar, serves and hands him a glass of bourbon) It’s just you and me, look for yourself. You can stop pretending now.

IAN: (Relieved) Okay, good… I don’t know how much longer I would be able to keep up with the act.

KAT: As long as it takes; we can’t risk them finding out.

IAN: I know, Kitty Kat, but I’m freaking out here! This place is infested with cops. What the hell are we going to do...?!

KAT: Calm down, we will think about that later… (kisses him passionately, and throws him on to her dressing room bed…)

*Not my art, loads of credit to the creator, this ilustration is awsome!  

TVD 9x15 (part 2) coming soon! Hope you stop by, read, and enjoy! =)

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[lovecanbesostrange]

WandaVision ep 6

I love Monica so very much. She did experience the mind control (lucky enough not for as long as the other people of Westview) and yet she focuses on the underlying grief and connects with Wanda emotionally, so her first priority is help. Consequence or punishment can come later, first up, help her and also let Wanda help them fixing the mess. Not going in guns blazing. Thanks.

If we all didn’t already hate Hayward, when he mentioned Maria that must’ve been the last straw for everybody on the fence, right? We only got the tiniest glimpse into the world during the blip, it must’ve been the most confusing, gut-wrenching time. I want to sympathize with people who changed, who lost hope, who hardened. But he’s an asshat (with a nefarious agenda here).

So, jumping to the end. While I feel for the people in Westview (omg, that single tear on the woman stuck in her idle animation... *chills*), not sorry about S.W.O.R.D. turned into a circues filled with clowns. Well, sorry Darcy, you wanted to stay out, but look what being kind got you. She wanted to help Vision! He can’t exist outside, because yes, he is dead and his body is probably being held together in the hex only. Wow.

Pietro. Uncle Pete. Everything about him is so very 90s and I like that. The manchild uncle with all the quips. And it worked. I don’t even understand how they manage to put so much into all the dialogue. Because on the surface he’s playing the sitcom persona to a T, then there are genuine moments of connection, but also really dark revelations, when he talks about the reality of the situation.

Okay, “it’s not like your dead husband can die twice” - yeah, he deserved that punch. We have already seen Vision die twice (and once Wanda killed him herself), so a third time is....... overkill (no pun intended). The tension between Vision and Wanda is great. The meanest was that there wasn’t anything else in his closet, so Wanda forcing him to wear the costume. But then he doesn’t break out of his role completely and his “be good” is like this plea...

Yes, she is keeping an awful lot from him. But I still wonder if his memory banks got erased when taken apart. Could she restore it? He doesn’t know the Avengers, his life, his death. Does she think she is keeping the pain she feels away from him? But not having exactly the man she loves is also painful, he’s somewhere between fantasy and reality. Glorious angst. /Zombie Pietro, ouch.)

The scene with Agnes played out differently than I thought it would. For the first time bringing a bit of doubt how autonomous she is. Great moment though.

Wanda not knowing how she did the thing - important. And when she talks about her feelings, well, understandable depression kicking in after a lifetime of trauma. And omg that commercial was... dark... yes, she and Pietro signed up willingly for the experiments, because the only thing on their mind /power to do something/getting revenge) was promised to them. But with everybody else dying...

The Minimoffs showing their powers was nice. Oh right, and the costumes. Classic Quicksilver, wow. Well, the costume......... *sigh*........... they had to find a way to explain Wanda wearing that. Making it a stereotype. With the Romani headpiece and all............. it would have been so easy to keep the parent names from the comics and saying that yes, in fact, the Maximoffs are Romani. Actually with the parents dying and the kids being send to an orphanage that would add a layer- Because so often Romani children have been taken from their parents and thus ripped from their culture, until they aren’t even part of it anymore... nothing about this can be made right anymore, but just one step towards acknowledging the whole thing?! All of WandaVision is living a fantasy life of perfect assimiliation. IT’S ALL RIGHT THERE!! (When they will introducde Dr Doom one day, he won’t be Romani either, right? Even though the way he looks out for his people and welcomes any Romani in Latveria is like his one good quality.,, I mean, as far as narcissistic dictators go....)

Oh right, that throwaway cut to Sokovia..........

Did I mention I love Maria? So, going through the barrier twice has changed her. And she will go in there again for sure. I hope her frist manifestation of powers won’t be too traumatic and she can quickly enjoy the ride? Monica deserves a win! Really great that she connected with Jimmy and they knew what to do without actual communication. This is how you find people to really trust.

I need to process all the Wanda and Pietro moments and the way his different appearance was addressed. There is so much.

Bonuspoints for Wanda and Billy stopping zooming Tommy in his tracks. :3 Also mentioning Kick-Ass and having The Incredibles as well as The Parent Trap at the theatre.

#ramblings

[kayteewritessteve]

Secrets and Sins - 1/13

Description: You flee from an abusive situation and find yourself on the other side of the country, creating new friends and possibly finding new love. But will you be able to escape your past? To truly move on with your life? Or will everything come crashing down around you in the blink of an eye?

MASTERLIST

Word Count: 3,430 ish.

Pairing: Mobster!Steve x Reader.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence. Drinking. Curse words. Memories of abusive behaviour, and moments of abuse. Possible triggering thoughts and feelings.

A/N: This is an adaption of a series I wrote in a different fandom, I feel like that’s sort of cheating. But I have had to change a lot of this series to fit the Marvel characters (which I don’t own, sadly!) so this is a test run to see what you all think of it and if you want more!

Also, I created parents for Wanda and Pietro, so just gooooo with that! No beta reader, I own all these errors, proudly.

You had arrived in New York just over a week ago, you’d managed to find an apartment within a day. It wasn’t the nicest apartment in the world, the floors were damaged from previous tenants, the walls stained from cigarette smoke and the sun. The kitchen and bathroom were outdated and old, to say the least, but it was clean. Quiet. And best of all, it was all your own. It was nothing like the massive home you had left behind, the opulent furnishings and grand fixtures, but you didn’t want those things ever again. Not at the cost they came at.

You wanted small. Safe. Warm. Your own. You didn’t want to have to answer to another, have to fear being in your own home, have to pray every night that you’d make it through the next few hours, the next few days. No, this apartment to anyone else would be a hell hole, but to you, it was perfect. It was your sanctuary, it would be your salvation.

You had jumped on it the second the manager showed it to you. The price was fair, and it was close to a bunch of shops, parks and clubs. Giving you many options to find work, and hopefully fast.

It was also a secure building, which was a priority for you. Security cameras, only two ways in and out. One in the front and one in the rear. The suite was located on the third floor and at the end of the hall. Giving you a full view of the hallway from the doors peep hole.

It had an elevator, which was also a huge plus. Walk ups were not your friend, especially when you finally did managed to buy furniture for your little place. That would have been hard to do on your own, lifting furniture up a bunch of stairs. Nuh uh. No thank you.

You hadn’t brought many things with you in your ‘move’ from out of state, minus the clothes on your back, a medium sized suit case, and a box with a few prize possessions; the stuff you were able to hang on to, plus a few random things you had picked up during your travels. Mainly just whatever you were able to take with you when you fled in the middle of the night.

Once you signed the rental agreement and received your keys, you unloaded your few belongings into the suite. Setting up a makeshift bed with an air mattress, sleeping bag and a couple pillows. You had spent the remainder of the week hiding out in the apartment, waiting for the few remaining visible bruises to heal. Knowing that the scars, both physical and mental, never would.

But you just needed to take the time to settle, to really breathe. You had spent months of living in fear, you deserved a few days to yourself. Though the fear never truly left, you were smarter than that, but for now, you allowed yourself to forgot most of it. Just for a few days. There was no way he’d find you this quickly. Or at all, if you were lucky.

You finally decided to leave your place, it was time to get the ball rolling on finding a job and you needed to stock up on a few things. You checked the peephole, seeing the hall empty, then promptly exited the suite and locked the door. Deciding to wander around and get a lay of the land. Mainly to search for jobs, but also for future reference, should you need an escape route, quickly. And quietly.

The season was just entering into fall, cold in the mornings, but warm in the afternoons. You had on a pair of black skinny jeans, a white T-shirt, and a black leather bomber jacket with a grey hood. You pulled the hood up over your head as you exited the building. Attempting to conceal yourself just a little. You knew how far his reach could go. You’d be foolish to not keep that thought lingering in the back of your mind, at all times.

If you did let your guard down it could end badly. You could end up losing your life over it, and that was not an option. You deserved better, you knew you did. It’s why you left when you did. Things had taken a dangerous turn a few months back and it took you awhile to finally realize where your path in life was taking you. And that, that wasn’t where you wanted it to end up. That’s a lie, it didn’t take months to realize, it only took months to build up the courage to actually leave, to plan your escape and follow through with it.

If you were being honest with yourself, you knew from day one where this was all going to end up, you knew getting involved with a ‘man’ like him was foolish and stupid. But he seemed different in the beginning. You foolish girl, falling for a man like that, believing all the bullshit he fed you. You fell right into his trip, willingly. No, you knew full well not to get involved with him. Yet, you still did.

But with that all said, you also knew that no matter how far you ran, you were never truly safe. Never truly secure. You would always have to watch over your shoulder. Always aware, waiting to be discovered. To be found. You hadn’t picked New York on a whim, no, you picked it for one very important reason. Steven Grant Rogers. The Mob King of New York.

You had never met him, hadn’t even so much as seen him before, but you knew exactly who he was, you had heard all the stories. All the recounts of him and his dealings. And even though you feared him, feared what he’d do if he ever figured out who you were—Or rather, who you used to be connected to. You still knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that you’d be safer in New York. This was the one city he couldn’t follow you to. He wasn’t allowed to step foot in this state. Not without consequences. Not without bloodshed.

As you came across a convenient store at the end of the block, and worked to clear your thoughts. Focusing them once again on the few things you needed, mainly food and a ‘for sale’ sign for your car. You decided to check the store out, pushing open the door with a jingle of the bells above it. You pulled the hood off your head and began wandering the aisles in search of the few things you needed.

Once you had found all of your items, you headed up to the counter to pay. You were greeted by a sweet older man behind the till who smiled softly at you, as he began to ring your items into the till, to which you just smiled back.

“You new in town?” He asked politely.

“Am I that obvious?” You responded with a chuckle.

“No, I just haven’t seen you before. I’d remember a face like yours.” he replied with a smirk. Now normally, a line like that might have creeped you out, might have sent a chill down your spine, but there wasn’t anything malicious or nefarious in his tone. He meant it in a sweet, fatherly sort of way, you could tell. Which only made you smile more.

Before you could respond a woman’s voice came through the store “Oh Kristofer, you’re going to scare the poor thing.” Startled you turned as she walked up behind the counter to lightly slap him on the arm. “Ignore my husband dear,” she chuckled before turning her eyes to you, which widened instantly, “Oh my, you are stunning,” to which she received an overly exaggerated eye roll from the gentleman beside her, “I’m Polina Maximoff, and this old man,” she said with a smirk “is Kristofer Maximoff. We own this shop.”

You laughed at their banter “It’s a pleasure to meet you both, I’m Y/N. And to answer your earlier question, Mr. Maximoff. Yes, I am new to town.”

“I knew it!” He glared lovingly at his wife “It’s a pleasure to meet you dear. What brings you to our neck of the woods?”

“Ah..” you paused, not really sure how to answer as the truth was not an option. That was for sure. “Just needed a change of pace, I guess.” you shrugged and smiled, though you knew it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Have you found work yet?” He asked rather excitedly.

“Mr. Maximoff!” Another smack to the arm from his wife “Leave to poor girl alone, i’m sure she doesn’t need you pestering her!”

You laughed again. “It’s alright Mrs. Maximoff. I actually haven’t, so if you have any ideas of places hiring I’m all ears. I’ve just been wandering around in search of ‘now hiring’ signs”

He smirked and glared at his wife for a moment, in a ‘I win’ sort of way, receiving an eye roll in response then he turned back to you “Well, our daughter works at The Asgardian, it’s a pub down the road, but they pay well and she loves working there. She was just saying the other day that they were looking to hire a new waitress, you should go down and speak to her. Her name is Wanda, she is working tonight, tell her I sent you.”

“That’s amazing, thank you so much Mr. Maximoff. I can’t tell you how much that helps!” You said sincerely “I’ll go down there right now.” You paid for your items, Mr. Maximoff told you the directions to the pub, then you waved as you exited the store, receiving smiles and waves back from to older couple. Just as you left you saw Mrs. Maximoff promptly smack her husband on the arm once more, receiving a “Hey!” From him in response, which made you laugh.

You quickly made your way home, unloading your items into the fridge and cabinets before writing your info on the ‘for sale’ sign and then checked yourself over in the bathroom mirror. Deciding to stick to the outfit you were in as it was probably your best bet out of all your other clothes.

You headed out towards The Asgardian, stopping at your car to put the ‘for sale’ sign in the window. You needed to get rid of your car as soon as possible, he knew what you drove and it would just become a giant bullseye outside your apartment. You hopped in the car and drove it down the street, away from your place.

You exited the car and headed towards the pub. It was only about 7 blocks from your place, which was perfect, it would only take you about 20 minutes to walk to work. And once you sold your car, walking would quickly become your main source of travel.

Now finding yourself standing outside the massive building, it was three floors tall and the whole building was painted black, minus the huge gold lettering informing you that you were at the right place. ‘The Asgardian’. Which was curved in a half circle over a chunky hammer with a sceptre across it, both weapons making the shape of an X. And even though it was late afternoon, the yellow and blue lights outlining the letters and weapons, respectively, were already on. Giving an ‘open for business’ impression.

You took a deep breath before pushing open the giant mahogany door and entering the establishment. Hopefully, if all went well you’d be pushing this very door open many more times in the future. As the door shut behind you, you paused to allow your eyes to readjust to the low lighting inside. Dim hanging lights illuminating each table and booth, plus a row of hanging lights over the bar on the right side wall. The walls and tables were all dark brown, with deep red leather booth seats and chairs. The bar at the side was black, with a full wall of booze behind it, on red shelves that were illuminated by red cord lighting, making all the bottles seem different shades of red and purple.

There were a few patrons sitting at various tables and booths, but the massive room was relatively empty, probably due to the time of day. You figured once the night hit, this place would probably be packed to the brim. Or at least you hoped it would be. You needed the tips.

You wandered over to the bar, finding a red head with her back to you, switching out bottles on the shelves with new ones. She turned to face you upon hearing your footsteps walking up to the bar.

She looked you over for a moment before a smirk broke out on her face “What can I get cha?” She asked with a pop of her gum that punctuated her question.

“Ah, I was just wondering if Wanda was working?” You asked hesitantly.

She rolled her eyes before disappearing through a black door to the left of the bar. Emerging a few minutes later with a beautiful brunette bouncing out of the door behind her. They exchanged a few quick whispered words before the red head pointed at you, causing the brunette to stare at you for a moment before shrugging and giggling slightly. The red head looked unimpressed at best, then rolled her eyes once more before making her way back behind the bar.

The brunette wandered over to stand directly in front of you, with a giant smile on her face. Something about her demeanour though calmed your crazy nerves. To say you were nervous, was an understatement. You really needed a job, your savings wouldn’t get you far, a few weeks at best.

“Hey, I’m Wanda, you were asking about me?” She questioned sweetly.

“Yeah, I um, I’m Y/N.” You awkwardly stuck your hand out to shake hers, which she did eagerly with a giggle.“This is probably kind of strange, but your father said you guys may be looking to hire a new waitress, and i’m new in town and kind of in need of a job..” you trailed off as she began to laugh, wildly. You should have known this wasn’t going to work, finding a job this quickly would have been far to easy, and if you knew anything at all, it was that your life was anything but easy, and things never worked out to benefit you. Usually the opposite, actually.

She quickly composed herself, upon seeing the downcast expression probably now obvious on your face, only chuckling a few more times before speaking “I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you, my father has a thing for putting his nose in everyone's lives. But he is a sweet old man,” she laughed again taking a step back to size you up, “We are actually looking for a new waitress, and you look the part,” she started to blush once her eyes met yours again, “come with me, i’ll introduce you to Thor, he owns and operates the pub.” Before you could say a word she grabbed your hand a dragged you towards the door she had just come out of.

You entered a bright hallway, with three doors and a set of stairs, she promptly turned and pulled you up the stairs. She was like the damn energizer bunny, you were struggling to keep up with her pace. Praying you didn’t face plant on the stairs. You both finally reached the top where there were a few more doors, she stopped in front of one, releasing your hand and knocked quickly. You heard a muffled, “Come in,” then she pushed the door open a crack and peered her head in. “Thor, you busy?”

“No, not at all,” you heard a man's deep voice as well as papers shuffling around, clearly he was in the middle of something. He quickly cleared his throat before saying more cheerfully, “Come on in!”

She opened the door all the way, and ushered you in. “Thor, this is Y/N. Y/N, Thor. She wandered in looking for a job,” she said then turned back to you with a smirk. You directed your attention towards the man behind the desk. He looked tall and wide, barely fitting at the regular sized desk in front of him. He had messy blonde hair and sweet eyes. Something about him seemed so friendly, so inviting. You walked towards his desk and extended out your hand to shake his.

“Hi, I heard from a friend that you guys were hiring,” hearing Wanda burst out laughing behind you again.

“That friend being my father, Thor,” she added between chuckles.

Thor’s face lit up with a bright smile, then he reached for your hand, with his much larger one, and shook it eagerly. “Well if Mr. Maximoff approves, then who am I to say no?” A booming laugh escaped him then he looked behind you. “Thank you Wanda, i’ll take it from here.”

You turned to see her nod then exit the room and shut the door. Upon hearing the click you turned back around. “Please, have a seat,” he gestured to the chair behind you, and you both sat down.

“Did you bring in a resume?” He asked.

“Ah, no.” You scratched the back of your neck, “I ah, don’t exactly have one, but I can make one up quickly if you need?” You said awkwardly, and far too quickly. “I just moved to town a week ago, haven’t have a chance to make one yet.”

“Oh, new to town?” He asked, and you nodded. “Where did you move from?”

Your eyes widened slightly, as your mouth became a little dry. Flashes of old memories played in your mind, ones you didn’t want to remember during the day, as they always haunted your nights. You refused to allow them more then that. You shook your head, as if to banish the thoughts. “The west coast,” you abruptly said, gaining a raised brow in response.

“Cali? Washington? Oregon?” He asked and you just nodded to all. This was not going well. Why would it matter where you came from? It honestly wasn’t any of his business, you didn’t want to tell him. You couldn’t risk telling anyone.

He stared at you for a moment, his smile faltering for just a second before he fixed it and spoke, “It’s okay, you don’t have to say. I was just curious.” He shrugged, “Any experience working in a pub before?”

You were thankful he dropped it and changed the subject, “Yeah, actually, I worked in a pub all through my college days.”

He then asked you a bunch of other questions, and you quickly learned he was super easy to talk to. You both hit it off, instantly, but you suspected everyone got along with him. He was just that kind of guy.

“Are you planning to stick around for a while?”

You nodded again, “Yeah, if all goes well I hope to stay here indefinitely.”

“Well that is good to hear, normally we would need a resume before we hire someone, but I have a good feeling about you…” he paused and leaned back a bit, as if he was nervous. Which was odd, given his sheer size. “You aren’t some crazy mass murderer….are you?”

You clenched your lips shut in a straight line, trying to contain the laugh bubbling in you, but failed miserably as it broke out between your lips. “No, I don’t really have a stomach for blood,” you responded and Thor relaxed again and laughed as well.

Once you both calmed down he stood and you followed suit. Instantly realizing just how tall he actually was, as you had to tip your head back just to look up at him. He reached his large hand out, “Okay, i’m going to take a chance on you, when can you start?”

You shook his hand, eagerly, “Thank you! I won’t let you down, and honestly, as soon as possible.”

“That’s what I like to hear, come by tomorrow at 4 and we will get you all set up!”

You smiled and nodded, “I’ll be here!” And with that you left and made your way back downstairs. Wanda was standing behind the bar as you came through the door. “Hey! How’d it go?!” she asked as she bounced over towards you, receiving a head shake and glare from the red head.

“I start tomorrow!” You said, a little more excitedly then you wanted, clearly Wanda was rubbing off on you.

A screech came from the bouncy brunette before she jumped towards you and hugged you. Catching you completely off guard, you tensed and stood there as she bounced, awkwardly patting her back. “That’s wonderful news!!” She pulled away, “You’re going to love it here! Make sure to wear comfy shoes. Oh! and all black!”

“Thank you, and please thank your dad for me. I owe him one.”

She dismissed you with a hand, “Pffft. Not going to happen. He doesn’t need anymore of an ego boost,” she giggled, “See you tomorrow!”

And with that you waved and headed out. Promptly pulling the hood back up over your head once you left the building. With a quick check in both directions, you shoved your hands in your pockets, lowered your head and made your way down the street back to your apartment. Thankful that everything was working out so smoothly, but also nervous that eventually the other shoe would drop. So to speak. As your life never worked out in your favour, there was always something that came along and blew it all up. And it was only a matter of time before that happened again.

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[chirpingtiger]

Should You Fight Them: Avengers Eddition

Captain America/Steve Rogers

If you’re fighting him you probably did something wrong. Go reconsider your life choices. Also you’re going to get your ass beat. So consider that too.

Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

No. Trained assassin + Avenger = you’re not walking out of this in one piece. Do not fight.

Hawkeye/Clint Barton

You can fight him if you like. You won’t win, but he may spar with you for a while and give you a few pointers before he kicks your ass.

Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

No. He will give you about ten chances to walk away - TAKE THEM. He can kick your ass into next week. Do not engage at all if he is in Winter Soldier mode.

Bruce Banner

Sure. You can take him. Just don’t summon the Hulk.

Hulk

NO. Do not fight. Run away.

Thor

He would LOVE to fight with you. Another fight where you’re definitely not going to win, but he might let you off easy if he’s having fun.

War Machine/Rhody

Possibly. If he’s in the suit, no. If he’s out of the suit, you’re likely going to be faster than him, but his punches count. Take advantage where you can.

Falcon/Sam

Probably not. He’s basically Captain America but a little bit slower. Also can fly. Not very good odds.

Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. She will wreck you from half a mile out and you won’t even know what hit you. Besides that, she’s a cinnamon roll who doesn’t want to fight you, and she has suffered enough as it is. Please do not fight her.

Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

Unless you can land a lucky first punch (or can glue his feet to the floor) do not fight. He will beat you three times before you even get the words “fight me” out of your mouth.

Vision

Definitely not. You’ll probably break your hand on the first punch.

Black Panther/T’Challa

No. He can kick your ass about four different ways then come back and surprise you with a fifth. Do not fight.

Shuri

Will also kick your ass about four different ways. Why would you fight her, though? She’s such a sweetheart!

General Okoye

Nope. You will meet the business end of that spear.

Nakia

Maybe. She’s more a peacemaker than a fighter, but she can still kick some serious ass. You can probably talk her into not beating you up too bad.

Queen Ramonda

No. Don’t do it. She only LOOKS regal and pampered. It’s an act - do NOT be fooled by her peaceful and motherly demeanor.

Spiderman/Peter Parker

Maybe. Super strong and fast, but easily distracted and has teen angst to play off of. Don’t make it a fist fight, and you might be good.

Aunt May Parker

Please don’t fight Aunt May. You’d probably win, but she doesn’t deserve that. This poor woman has been through enough. Let her rest.

Laura Barton

Why would you fight her? She’s the sweetest person ever?? No. Bad. Leave her alone.

Ant Man/Scott Lang

Sure. You can totally take him. You might even win. He’s easy to distract, just watch it if he shrinks.

Luis

He’s 100% ready to rumble. He will fake a punch because he doesn’t want to hurt you, and then get decked. You’re going to win, but you’re going to feel horrible about it. Especially cause he keeps asking you if you’re okay.

Wasp/Hope Van Dyne

No. She will kick your ass and then tease you about it forever.

Hank Pym

Please don’t fight the old man. Resist. Please. You have dignity.

Everett Ross

You could totally fight him. He might come throw you in jail afterwards, though.

Captain Marvel/Carol Danvers

She REALLY wants you to fight, but don’t do it. She will wreck your shit and laugh while doing it. You stand 0 chance against her. Do not fight.

Goose

You have about a 50/50 chance depending if the you-know-what feels like showing up. Best not to risk it.

Maria Hill

You could probably fight her. You’ll have to try really hard, but you at least have a chance.

Agent Sharon Carter

She might be nice and decide to go easy on you, but she can definitely kick your ass.

Agent Phil Coulson

Sure. You can probably beat him. Just be prepared for smug revenge later.

Director Nick Fury

Probably not someone you want to fight. He may not win a fist-fight every time, but he will make your life HELL for YEARS to follow.

Starlord/Peter Quill

Go ahead. You’d probably both enjoy it. Any given fight has about a 50% chance of ending in sex, so keep that in mind. Might be an incentive for some of you.

Gamora

No. She will flatten you. Then peel you off the floor, and flatten you again.

Nebula

Do you want to know what it feels like to be skewered? No? Then do not fight her. Ever.

Drax

Bad idea. Very bad idea. Slim chance that he will laugh and let you walk away, most likely he’s going to destroy you. Try for a battle of wits instead.

Rocket

Please don’t fight the raccoon. He has explosives. Bad idea.

Groot

LEAVE THE TREE ALONE WHAT DID IT EVER DO TO YOU

Mantis

You could win, but at what cost? Leave the precious cinnamon roll alone.

Rescue/Pepper Potts

You might win a fist fight, but she has other methods to beat you. Probably best not to start that battle.

Happy

Absolutely. You can totally kick his ass.

Valkyrie

No. No, no, no. She has a Pegasus and a big-ass sword. You can’t beat that. Not even if she’s well and truly drunk.

Jane Foster

She packs one hell of a punch, but you might win.

Darcy Louis

As long as she doesn’t have a taser, go for it.

Loki

Maaaaaaybe? Expect him to cheat. Badly.

Dr. Stephen Strange

You can try, but he’s probably going to make you punch yourself in the face fifteen times and then dump you into the Atlantic, all without setting down his tea.

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[thorne93]

Stan Lee University (Part 7)

Prompt: What would the Avengers be like in college, more importantly, what would they be like if Y/N existed around them?

Word Count: 1877

Warnings: drama, language, betrayal

Notes: This is based on a HC from @carryonmyswansong. They helped brainstorm and write part of this series. In this AU, no one will have powers, everyone is a normal human. Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong​

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The next morning, before your British literature class, your phone rang. You recognized it as the psychologist’s office for the internship. You picked it up on the second ring as you readied your backpack.

“Hello?”

“Miss Y/L/N?”

“Yes, this is she,” you spoke professionally.

“I wanted to go ahead and inform you about your position with the internship.”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“We’ve decided to give it to another candidate.”

In less than a second, your world started crumbling. This was going to be perfect. It was going to build up your resume.

“Oh,” you finally said, masking your dejection well. “May I ask why?”

“Well it seems a classmate of yours spoke on your behalf that you’re involved in many campus extra curricular and you have a heavy load this semester.”

“Well, yes, but I’m pre-med, I thought that might make me stand out.”

“In this case, she shed light on the fact that it might just be too much to add an internship on top of that.”

“I see. Well I appreciate your honesty.”

“Thank you, and have a wonderful day.”

“You too.”

When you hung up, it took a lot of control not to hurl the phone across the room. How could Wanda do this to you? You’d worked so hard to get here, to have this, and she just sabotaged you like that? What had you ever done to her?

You walked into your class in a huff, slamming your books down.

“Bad day?” Loki mused evenly.

“Nope, it’s just grand,” you snapped sarcastically as you sat down.

“What’s got your lingerie in a twist?”

You blushed immediately at his words before realizing why you were pissed.

“It’s just this stupid internship. See, I applied and interviewed for this spot at a psychologist’s office. It would’ve been great and easy. It would’ve looked fantastic on my resume, right?”

He sat with his head resting on his hand, listening intently to you. He nodded.

“My friend Wanda, who’s also an psych major, applied for it too. Turns out she got an interview, which would be fine, but she went and told them that I have too much on my plate and that I couldn’t handle the internship.”

“That’s a dick move,” he agreed.

“Yeah, and I just don’t get it. Wanda doesn’t even really need this internship.”

“But you do?” he clarified.

“It’d look great for medical schools. I just don’t get why she did it.”

“Maybe you should talk to her about it.”

You shrugged, waving him off.

“No, that’s… It’s fine, I’m just… I lost the position, so I’m mad, but I’m hurt. She went behind my back, lied about me.” You huffed out some air. “There will be other internships though, right? This isn’t the last one there is.”

“That may be, but what if she does the same for other ones? What if word gets around from this psychologist’s office?”

“I doubt it would,” you said.

“Maybe not, but it is a small town, not a whole lot of opportunity here. Not to mention, word travels fast.”

At this, you contemplated more, musing, “Yeah… But still, I’ll just let it go. Be the bigger man.”

“You could do that,” he said, sitting back, shrugging. “Or you could let her know exactly why she’s a terrible friend.”

“Well, I’ll probably talk to her, alone… Maybe the interviewer misunderstood. Maybe she really has my best interest.”

“Ah yes, the ole ‘my rival and competition has my best interest at heart’. I do believe that’s the oldest moral of the story.”

You made a face at him, one of amusement and anger, to which he smirked.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” he challenged.

Your lips stayed sealed though. This didn’t add up. Wanda must’ve said something to sabotage you or the interviewer was highly mistaken.

At that, a smug smile painted across his beautiful lips and the professor began the lesson.

As soon as class ended, you asked Loki if he’d like to grab lunch. He said he’d love to. The two of you were walking across the courtyard when you overheard Wanda talking.

“And they called and said I got the internship!” she announced happily.

Your eyes narrowed as you found the source of the sound. When you finally found it, you saw Wanda, Pietro, Steve, Sam, and Pepper.

“That’s great, Wanda,” Pepper congratulated just as you walked up.

“Oh, Y/N,” Sam started when he saw you. “Did you hear Wanda got the internship?”

You turned to her with a fake smile on your face as Loki stood right next to you.

“Yes, I did. Did you all hear how she got it?” you asked and they seemed confused. “Well let me fill you in. A little birdie told me that someone lied about me and said I couldn’t handle it.”

All eyes shot to Wanda who looked irritated.

You dropped the act and immediately faced Wanda. “Yeah, I know exactly how you got it. Lying. What a great way to start off your career in a field that requires ethics, integrity.”

She pressed her lips firmly together.

“Are you calling my sister a liar?” Pietro asked.

“Stay out of this, Piet,” you warned, glancing at him. Your eyes went back to your so called friend. “Wanda, this is so high school. You didn’t have to lie to get the position. I hope you realize that. You could’ve been so much better. You could’ve talked up your grades, your extra credit stuff, but instead, you threw me under the bus. I just hope you can live with that on your conscience.”

You turned to walk away when Wanda stood up and said, “Yeah, well maybe you should’ve been a better candidate.”

You closed your eyes and smiled, turning back to her. “Wanda, I was the better candidate, that’s why you felt like you had to lie, and it pains me to see you start your career out lying to get a job. It’s a competition, I get it, but this is low.”

“At least I got the position. For once, I’m ahead of you.”

All you could do was scoff and shake your head as you walked away, Loki beside you.

“Can you believe that?”

“Mmm, yes, I can. People will do almost anything to claw their way to the top.”

“I just… we were friends, you know? I didn’t want to attack her like that in front of everyone but to hear her boasting about the job she stole from me. It just went right through me!”

“Let me buy your lunch,” Loki suddenly offered. “It’s the least I can do to get your mind off of things.”

“Thank you,” you said gently.

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That night you and Loki hung out in your dorm room.

“I commend you for standing up for yourself today. You don’t see that a lot these days,” he said as he laid on his back, his head at the foot of your bed while you picked up your room. Soft music spilled into the room from your bluetooth speakers.

“Thanks. I don’t like being treated like shit. Couldn’t have done it without you though. I was ready to let it go.”

“Anything I can do to help.”

“I just can’t believe all our other friends believed her too. It’s like, I love Wanda. We’ve known each other forever. But seriously? If her name and mine are in a pile, do they seriously think they’re going to pick her over me?”

“The better resume wins the race,” he agreed.

“Exactly! Not to say she wouldn’t get it, but I’ve just got so much more under my belt.”

“Well you know she lied, so take solace in that.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I need to let this shit go though. You want to read through the next two chapters of the book?” you offered, wanting to get over this.

“Sure.”

“Want to role play it?”

He grinned and rolled over. “I thought you’d never ask,”

“You’re a drama queen,” you teased.

“Drama major, I’ll get back to you on the queen part.”

You shook your head and laughed, picking up your book.

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Friday night, a party was going on, not the one you’d invited Stephen to, no.

No this was actually another party put on by Scott. As soon as you heard about it, you invited Loki to this party too. You figured if Loki was at least interested, you’d return the feelings. Strange had made it clear that you were nowhere on his radar, so why should he be on yours? Loki was witty, hot as hell, and actually fun to be around.

Around 8, he showed up at your door in black jeans and a dark green t-shirt, looking pretty damned delicious.

“Hey you,” you greeted happily.

“Hey. You look nice,” he noted.

You glanced back down to your ensemble, dark wash jeans with a white tank top and black mesh button down over it.

“Thanks, I try.”

“Funny, I never do and seem to look ravishing.” He fanned his hand at himself, as if to showcase himself to the world.

You rolled your eyes as you locked your door.

“How lucky for you,” you joked.

The two of you walked to Scott’s together as it was across the street from campus. It seemed rather lowkey. Music, drinks, and some snacks were laid out.

You first came across a few friends you had in a sociology class last semester and introduced everyone to Loki. Then Scott came in and hugged you, extremely excited to see you again. He shook Loki’s hand, a little too vigorously, but welcomed him.

Before you knew it, you two were circulating the party, saying hello to everyone you knew, and meeting some new faces together. Loki got you every drink you had that night and stayed by your side, joking with you, complimenting you, brushing your hair behind your ear.

It was really nice that for the first time since Bucky, you were with someone who wanted to make an effort at being with you. Maybe Loki would be different. You weren’t sure what it was. You cared for Bucky, when he was your friend, you were great but as soon as you got romantic or intimate, everything went to shit.

So hopefully, this was a different story.

Around 1 am, Loki walked you back to your dorm.

“Well I hope you had a good time,” you said with cheer in your voice. “I think everyone really liked you. You’re really charismatic.”

“So I hear,” he said with a small smile. “I did have a nice time. It was really cool to meet all of your friends.”

“Yeah, I’m glad they got to know you.”

Silence, followed by a brief awkwardness filled the air. You weren’t ready to kiss him goodnight, this was just the first date and you weren’t sure how you felt about Loki just yet so you broke the tension.

“Well, goodnight! Thanks for walking me back! I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Right,” he said with a head nod.

“See you tomorrow.” You grinned widely, opening your arms and Loki swept in and hugged you quickly.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

With that, you nodded and slipped inside your dorm.

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Name of Piece: The Bliss of Ignorance Square Filled: R3 - didn’t know they were dating Rating: T Warnings: None Summary: Bucky and Tony are friends. It only makes sense they’d do nice things for each other. But there’s nothing between them. Really. Created For: @tonystarkbingo

Bucky was playing paper football with Clint when Tony pushed into the coffee shop, arms laden with thick books, as usual. Bucky felt a warm little spurt of fondness. Of all the friends Steve had made while Bucky was deployed overseas, Tony was his favorite. Bucky waved, then dragged over a chair from another table.

“That stack must weigh almost as much as you,” he said as Tony dropped the books on the table with a relieved sigh.

“Just about,” Tony agreed. “But they don’t have ebook versions, so...” He shrugged. “It’s okay, I only need them for a few days.”

“Mechanical Engineering and Robotics,” Steve read off the spines. “Fundamentals of Robotics Design. Tony, what the heck? You took Fundamentals three semesters ago.”

“Yeah, but I thought I should brush up.” He grinned and bounced in his seat with barely-suppressed excitement. “I got that internship with Fujikawa!”

“What! Tony, that’s fantastic!” Bucky said, amidst the others’ congratulations. “You’re gonna blow ‘em away.”

“I hope so,” Tony said. “I mean, it’s just an internship, I know I won’t be actually working on design or anything, but--”

“They’ll be lucky to have you,” Bucky promised.

“Thanks.” Tony opened one of the books and took out a small stack of pages held together with a paperclip. “Of course, now I’ve got to fill in all this new hire paperwork. Anyone got a pen I can borrow?”

Natasha had one, because she was prepared for everything, always.

Bucky and Clint went back to their game while Tony muttered over the forms he was filling out and Steve and Nat bickered good-naturedly about whose turn it was to decide where their next date would be.

“Oh, dammit,” Tony sighed. “They want an emergency contact number. There’s no way I’m putting my parents on here.”

Tony’s wealthy father had cut Tony off after they’d fought over what Tony should major in, among other things. In defiance, Tony had gotten loans and was finishing up his degree on his own terms. Bucky was ridiculously proud of him. “Put me down, doll,” Bucky suggested.

“Really?”

“Sure,” Bucky said. “I’m mostly on night shift anyway, so I’ll be around when you blow something up.”

Tony huffed, but wrote Bucky’s name and number on the form. “Robotics doesn’t really involve a lot of explosions,” he said. “More’s the pity.”

“Okay, so when you accidentally create an evil robot that’s bent on destroying the world,” Bucky amended. Tony laughed, and Bucky ruffled his hair.

[’ware the readmore!]

Tony pushed open the door to Bucky’s apartment. Bucky had given him a key when it had come up that Bucky’s apartment was closer to the Fujikawa office than the fourth-floor walkup that Tony split with Clint and Pietro. “That way you’ve got a place to stash your books an’ stuff so you don’t gotta lug ‘em all that way,” Bucky had said.

It was handy; Tony kept a couple of changes of clothes at Bucky’s, too, in case he had to work late and crash on Bucky’s couch. And Bucky had given him space in the fridge, too, so Tony could eat dinner there before taking the subway back to his own apartment. They often ate together, in fact -- Tony’s dinner was Bucky’s breakfast.

Bucky was in the kitchen already when Tony came in, humming tunelessly as he made a mess of the eggs in his frying pan. He looked up with a bright smile when Tony came in. “Heya, dollface! Good day?”

“Yeah, actually,” Tony said. “I found a little flaw in the design I was proofreading, and my boss said I probably saved the company a couple of months on the project and a shit-ton of money.”

“That’s great!” Bucky said. He threw his arm around Tony’s shoulders and squeezed him in a quick hug before going back to his eggs. “We should go out to celebrate.”

“Speaking of celebration,” Tony said, “your birthday is coming up. You going to let me plan a party?”

“What? You don’t gotta go to any trouble for me,” Bucky said.

Tony glared at him. “It’s not trouble if I want to do it. C’mon, it’s the first birthday you’ve had since you came back stateside. Let us take you out and have some fun!”

Bucky made a face like he was going to argue, and Tony turned on the pout. Bucky could never resist Tony’s pout.

“Fine, okay,” Bucky sighed. His mouth twitched like he was trying to suppress a smile. “Nothin’ too crazy, though, okay? It’s just a birthday, don’t really mean nothin’.”

“I promise,” Tony lied cheerfully, and whipped out his phone. “Cancelling the hunky male strippers now.”

Bucky laughed. “Nah, you might as well keep those,” he said. “Makin’ Stevie blush is the best present you could give me, anyway.”

(“Oh my god,” Bucky said, three weeks later. “I thought you were kidding about the strippers!”

“Buck, I never kid about strippers,” Tony said solemnly. He’d had to badger Clint and Bruce and Natasha into helping him pay for it, but it was totally worth it for the way Bucky’s eyes had bugged out and the blush that climbed up out of Bucky’s collar.

“Best birthday ever.”)

Steve and Natasha were completely disgusting together pretty much all the time, but for Valentine’s Day, they took it to new heights. “Ug, get a room,” Bucky complained.

“Or,” Clint suggested with a practiced leer, “put on a show.”

“You have a boyfriend,” Bucky reminded him.

“It’s okay, I’ll film it for him.” Clint thumbed on his phone and turned on the photo app.

“Gross. Stevie, what the hell happened to the evils of the industrial marketing complex, huh?”

Steve managed to tear his gaze away from Natasha. “I guess when you’re this much in love, you’ll take any excuse to show it.”

“Oh gag me,” Bucky whined.

“Kinky,” said Tony in his ear. “We haven’t even gotten to third base yet.”

“Jesus!” Bucky jumped. “Where’d you come from?”

“Just got here.” Tony dragged out a chair and dropped into it, then tossed a package into Bucky’s lap.

“What’s this?” Bucky picked the box up and turned it over.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Tony said. “The bodega on Seventh already has their chocolate on post-holiday markdown.”

“Nice!” If Bucky was going to have to watch his paired-off friends being all sappy and cute with each other all day while Bucky was single, it was nice to have consolation chocolate to go with it. “But don’t think this means I’m putting out.”

“What about this one?”

Bucky leaned over Tony’s shoulder to read the Craigslist ad. “I dunno, this guy sounds like a creeper.”

“They all sound like creepers,” Tony pointed out. “It’s a roommate-wanted ad.”

Bucky chewed on his lip. He could appreciate Tony wanting to move out of Clint and Pietro’s apartment to give the two their privacy, but he didn’t like the idea of Tony living with a stranger. Especially not with the creeps and drug dealers that seemed to be all Tony was finding on Craigslist.

Fuck it. “You could always move in with me,” he said. Bucky’s apartment was small, but he had it to himself.

Tony gave him a wide-eyed look. “I already impose on you enough.”

“Nah. Half your stuff is at my place anyway, you might as well just bring the rest.”

Tony rubbed at the spot on his chest that meant he was considering it. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah,” Bucky said. “I don’t want to go back to night shift, but losing the pay differential kinda sucked. Little help with the rent and bills would be nice, honestly.”

“I’m graduating next semester,” Tony reminded him. “Once I get a real job, I can help out a lot more.”

“Bet Fujikawa’s gonna snap you right up,” Bucky said. “They keep re-upping your internship. They know you’re a keeper.”

“Okay,” Tony said. “Yeah, we can make that work. I bet Clint and Piet will be relieved to have the place to themselves, finally.”

“Everyone wins,” Bucky agreed.

Tony heard the door open, but didn’t look up from his homework. “Welcome home, snugglebug.”

“Hey there, shmoopsie,” Bucky shot back. The ridiculous pet names had started as mockery of Steve and Nat, and then turned into their own private joke. “Anything interesting happen today?”

“Rhodey nearly had a nervous breakdown in the computer lab when the printer ran out of paper and the IT guy said they wouldn’t be around to refill it until tomorrow,” Tony reported. “But I told him I’d print his paper here and drop it off when we meet up for drinks later. That okay?”

“As long as it’s not a hundred-pager,” Bucky agreed.

“Nah, just twelve.”

“No worries, then.”

“Oh, and we got our invitation to Steve and Nat’s wedding in the mail,” Tony said. He pointed at the table that was more of a dumping ground than a useful surface. “Singular invitation. One of them, for both of us.”

Bucky snorted as he picked it up and turned it over. “Fancy,” he commented. “What, no ‘and Guest’ for either of us?”

“Steve did say they were trying to keep it small and intimate,” Tony pointed out. “If either of us were dating anyone, they’d already know about it.”

“They didn’t have to send us an invitation at all,” Bucky said. “Seeing as we’re both in the wedding party.”

“I think that’s just so we can mark our dinner preference,” Tony said. He squinted at his homework, erased a line of math, and reworked it.

“Oh, yeah, here’s the card. Oh, you already filled it out for us. How’d you know I’d want the chicken?”

“Because you only like steak if it’s still bleeding, and there’s no way to get real rare steak from a catering venue.”

“You know me so well.” Bucky messed up Tony’s hair on his way past. “Guess you’ll be an okay date.”

“I hope I catch the bouquet,” Tony quipped. “Then you’ll have to marry me.”

Bucky snared Steve’s elbow and drew him aside. “Stevie. I hate to be a wet blanket at your own rehearsal dinner, but...”

“What’s wrong, Buck?”

“The room you got for me an’ Tony... Look, I’m super grateful to you guys for putting us up, but there was some kind of mix-up with the hotel, an’ they said they can’t change it without your say-so ‘cause it’s on your credit card.”

“Oh.” Steve looked relieved. “Is that all? We can swing by the front desk and do that. What’s wrong with the room?”

“It’s only got one bed.”

Steve hesitated. “That’s... that’s a problem?”

“What do you-- of course it’s a problem!”

“Sorry, Buck,” Steve said, his eyes wide. “I didn’t know. You guys have been together so long, I just assumed--”

“Wait,” Bucky said. “Wait wait wait. What do you mean, together? You mean Tony and me? Like, together, together?”

“Well... yeah?” Steve blinked. “Aren’t you?”

“Of course we’re not!”

“What do you mean, ‘of course’? You an’ Tony have been living in each other’s pockets for like... two years now. He moved in with you!”

“That’s no different than when he was livin’ with Clint and Pietro! It ain’t like we’re suckin’ face everywhere!”

“We just figured you weren’t all that demonstrative in public. Besides, you flirt with each other all the time,” added Steve.

“It’s a joke.”

Steve put his hand on Bucky’s shoulder and looked at him gravely. “Is it?”

Bucky’s mouth fell open, but no protest came out. Over Steve’s shoulder, Bucky could see Tony, laughing as he thumb-wrestled with Pietro over the last slice of bread. Bucky caught himself smiling fondly, and Steve patted his shoulder. “Maybe not as much of a joke as you think, pal,” Steve said. The jerk.

“I’ll... get back to you on that room thing,” Bucky said, unable to tear his eyes away from Tony.

“You do that, Buck.” And Steve was gone.

Shit. Shit. How had he never realized... All their friends thought they were dating? Had been, for... for years.

And sure, they lived together. They went everywhere together, but that was just convenience. It was nice, having company when you were out running errands. It was good sense not to wander the city alone, too, especially when you’d been out having a good time.

And okay, neither of them had gone on any dates in the last couple of years, either, but that was because Tony was focused on his studies and his internship and Bucky was...

Was...

Oh, fuck, was he in love with Tony?

How long had that been going on?

“No dice with the room?” Tony asked when Bucky came back to the table. It was fine, Tony had figured there was a possibility that the hotel’s double bed rooms had already been booked. They could share a bed for two nights; it wouldn’t be that much of an imposition.

“Uh. There’s sort of a... thing,” Bucky said. He looked a little pale.

“Hey, you okay?”

“What? Yeah. Yeah, I’m just...” Bucky looked up and down the table, then took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for something. “Come an’ take a little walk with me?”

“Sure,” Tony said, pushing his chair back. “You sure you’re all right?”

“Yeah,” Bucky said, leading Tony away from the noise and down a side hall. “I just... Um.” When the rehearsal party was out of sight and almost out of earshot, Bucky stopped and leaned against the wall. “So... the reason we got that room,” he said, eyes on the peeling wallpaper, “is ‘cause apparently everyone thinks we’re. Y’know. Together.”

Tony blinked. Then blinked again. “You mean together, together?”

Bucky huffed out a little laugh. “That’s ‘xactly what I said.”

“Oh my god,” Tony said. “Why the hell would they--” Except it made perfect sense, didn’t it, if you were on the outside, looking in. Bucky and Tony spent all their time together. They flirted. They gave each other gifts. They spent their holidays together. They gave each other Valentine’s gifts and planned each other’s birthday parties. They were each other’s emergency contacts, for fuck’s sake. “Huh.”

“Yeah,” Bucky said.

Tony was beginning to understand why Bucky looked so poleaxed. It wasn’t like he’d never thought about it -- Bucky was one damned fine looking man, after all. But he’d never taken it seriously. Bucky was not just gorgeous but smart and brave and funny and kind, and Tony was lucky enough just being Bucky’s friend. But apparently their friends thought there was more there. And he couldn’t help but understand why. “We’ve been dating all this time, and didn’t realize it,” Tony said.

“I guess so.”

Bucky glanced up, and Tony was arrested by the look in Bucky’s eyes. Longing and hungry. Bucky’s eyes dropped, but only to Tony’s mouth and neck, and Bucky licked his lips, let his teeth drag over his bottom lip.

Oh. Oh. Bucky... wanted that?

With Tony?

Tony’s breath hitched and Bucky’s eyes snapped back up to meet Tony’s gaze.

Tony swallowed. “It’s a nice bed,” he said cautiously.

Bucky nodded slowly. “Looked very nice. Big. Comfy. And it’d be a real hassle to make the hotel change our room now. It’s getting late, and all.”

“That’s true,” Tony agreed. “Maybe we should just keep it.”

“We are here together,” Bucky pointed out. “The invitation said.”

“Hang on, I want to try something,” Tony said. Bucky stared at him, and Tony leaned in, felt the soft rush of air as Bucky sucked in a breath. “Yeah?”

Bucky nodded, and Tony leaned in a little closer to brush his lips against Bucky’s once, twice, a third time.

Then Bucky’s hand curled around Tony’s neck, fingers pushing through Tony’s hair, and pulled him in for another, deeper kiss. Tony’s stomach filled with butterflies and a rush of heat flooded Tony’s body. “Oh god,” he croaked.

Bucky reached for Tony’s hand, lacing their fingers together, then glanced at Tony shyly. “Okay? If they see? If they know?”

Tony grinned. “Honey, apparently we’re the only idiots who didn’t know.” He squeezed Bucky’s hand tighter. “Come on, let’s go back to dinner and make everyone sick at how sappy we are.”

“Steve and Nat have it coming,” Bucky agreed. “And then after dinner...”

“After dinner,” Tony said, thrilling at the thought, “we’ll go back to our room and take advantage of that very nice bed.”

~fin.

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[jax-writes]

In A Romantic Sort of Way

Note: This used to be a rough draft for a different story, but here it is now, existing as a one shot. I always like writing something with my boy Remy involved but if I start writing him actively in the story, he tends to take over. Boy likes to talk. And I was determined to make this a Clint story for my Tumblr readers. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this. Warnings: Swearing is about it.  Word Count: 1705    AO3

"You know what's hard, Wands?" I spoke from my position on the floor, tossing a piece of popcorn in the air and letting gravity do the work as I stared at the ceiling and hoped the popcorn would make it in my mouth; it didn't. It bounced off my forehead and landed on the floor next to my head. "That popcorn game you're playing?" she asked. I could feel the smirk on her face from across the room and sat up to throw a handful at her. "No, smart ass. I'm trying to be serious here, thank you very much." "Oh I'm sorry. But you know you are cleaning my room for me now, right?" she launched a piece back at me with her powers. "Cheater. You can just use those powers of yours and get it all at once, no problem." "But your cleaning my room will build character," she waved off, before returning to her guitar strumming. "What's hard, Y/N?" I sighed and flopped back down and stretched out my limbs before speaking. "Being here. You know, I'm not 'enhanced'," I said using air quotes. "I don't exactly have the best resume to be working on this team. Like, I get my options are limited, but really those options are probably more realistic for me than being here. You all have all these powers and skills. I'm just like. An extra." I shrugged and munched on more popcorn before speaking again. "And do you realize how hard it is to be in love with a teammate? Rhetorical question, babe. I know you do. But like. Why does Clint have to make it so difficult?" "Y/N, you are not an extra. You bring a lot to the team. Natasha is a spy, so she's good at putting on a face, but even she isn't as light on her feet as you. You can sneak up on Bucky. That's pretty light footed. As for your Clint situation. Just tell him." "Yeah, that's the good ol' Guild training coming in handy," I sighed. "I don't know. I just kinda feel useless these days. And I can't tell him for a very long list of reasons." "Did you hear that your old boss is living with the X-Men now?" she asked, veering the topic away from depressing subjects. I wrinkled my nose in a grimace. "Jean-Luc is working with the mutants?" She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "His son, Y/N." Duh. I face palmed and sat up. "Remy's with the X-Men?" She gave me a knowing look. "I have a friend there I keep meaning to visit if you want to see him when I go." I nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, that'd be nice. I haven't seen him since I left," I pondered, staring into the distance. Wanda glanced over at her clock. "Er, don't you have training with Bucky in five minutes?" "Shit! Sure do! Thanks, Sugar. Tell your brother that once I'm done it's his turn to buy the pizza." I heard her laughing as I bolted from her room to head to the training room. A good stretch and a few punches to the bag later, and I was sparring with the man who'd become like an older brother to me. I swiped his feet from under him and knocked him on his butt before doing a quick move to trap him that he'd taught me before. "Good job, Y/N. Now let me up," he grinned. "Sorry," I smiled sheepishly before untangling myself from him. "Any big plans tonight?" I asked as we began circling the ring again. "Nah. Nat and I are gonna grab dinner and she wants to introduce me to movies from the last decade, but nothing too exciting," he said, dodging one of my punches. "You two gonna make it official yet?" I smirked, jumping up to avoid his kick. "Did you ask out Birdbrain yet?" he threw back. "Aw, Buck, you know Sam and I are just friends," I laughed. "Hey now, leave me out of your dirty scheming!" speak of the devil, the man himself was walking past us on his way to the treadmills. "Sorry, Handsome," I laughed. Bucky tackled me to the ground in my moment of distraction, unfortunately, and I huffed, trapped. "Okay you win, Buck." He jumped up and held out his hand, which I took, jumping up from the mat. "I think that's it for the day. It's that attention span you need to work on," he grinned, tapping my forehead. "Hey, I'm focused as shit when it's a real fight, and you know it." "You sure are. Oh hey, Barton," he nodded, glancing behind me. I froze and turned around, seeing the object of my infatuation sitting on the bench next to the ring. "H-hey, Clint. Oh would you look at the time? I have to go Pietro and I have. Thing. Bye!" I zipped out the training room as fast as I could. Why couldn't I behave like a normal person around him?

Clint's eyes followed Y/N's as she left the room. "Is it something I said?" Bucky rolled his eyes, and patted the archer's shoulder. "Nah man, I think she just hates you." Clint nodded. "That adds up."

"FRIDAY, can you play my I Prevail playlist?" "Certainly." I'd showered after training, and wanted something to tide me over until the twins and I had our pizza tonight. As the opening notes to My Heart I Surrender played, and I began to sing along as I grabbed the stuff I needed for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "Will our stars ever align? Will two hearts beat in time? These words you should always remember, to you my heart I surrender." "You know, kid, instead of singing out your feelings, you could. You know, tell the guy you like him." At the sound of Tony's voice, I jumped, dropping the jar of peanut butter. "Jesus, Tony! Warn a girl before you sneak up on her." I paused my music and picked up the peanut butter and started making my sandwich. "Mm. Guess you need more lessons with our resident super spies. Fine tune those senses of yours. Speak of the devil, Hey Legolas. Help Y/N out here." "She looks like she's doing alright. What's going on?" "Kid needs to work on fine tuning those skills. Sharpening her senses. So she doesn't get scared whenever I walk into the room." I scoffed as I picked up my sandwich and turned around. "You're a different kind of scary, Tony." I bit into my sandwich and hopped up on the counter, winking at Tony as Clint started chuckling. "She's got you there, Stark. Anyway," he turned to me. "Y/N is exactly who I've been looking for all day." I swallowed the bite of sandwich I had just taken and blinked in surprise. "Me?" I glanced over at Tony as he gave a salute and left, leaving the two of us alone. "Did I, you know, do something to offend you?" he began. "What? No! Why would you think that?" "Well to be honest, I was in the vents earlier, don't ask why. But I was passing through and. Well, I didn't mean to overhear. In fact I only heard the one sentence. But I heard that I make things hard? And well. What did I do? What can I do to help? I know I'm difficult to be around sometimes, but if there's something I can do to make things easier for you," he sighed and met my shocked expression. "No no no, you didn't do anything! You're just. You're perfect, okay?" I huffed and sent my sandwich down. "Then why do I make things hard for you? If you need me to keep a distance I can do that. It'll suck for me but if that's what you need. I don't need to stay here so often. I do have an apartment of my own. And I'm sure Kate would like a break from taking Lucky on walks," he rambled. "Clint you make it hard because I have feelings for you, you giant nerd!" I exclaimed, before clamping my hands over my mouth in shock. "You--You have feelings for me?" I sigh and hop down from my seat on the counter and looked up at him. "Yeah. I do." "You know I use humor to cover up basically every serious feeling every, and I'm addicted to coffee right?" I nodded. "Yeah. And I'm addicted to Monster. So what?" "You know my only actual skill is archery, right? You know that me playing those dart games is basically cheating the system right?" "Not your only skill," I argued. "You're a great fighter, and you're a great spy. SHIELD relies on you for a lot. You're a great friend. You're like another brother to Wanda." "You know that I sometimes don't use my hearing aids because I just don't want to deal with people, right?" Clint asked, a tilt of his head. I began moving my hands, signing, "Tough shit, Robin Hood. I've been fluent in sign language since I was thirteen." I smirked upon seeing his dumbfounded expression. "You know I'm not good enough for you, right?" "I was raised in the Thieves Guild, Barton. I was engaged to a literal assassin. You're a saint compared to ninety percent of the people I grew up around," I shrugged. "Plus, you try to make things better." "Okay well. Are you doing anything tonight?" he asked, rubbing his neck. "I was supposed to have drunk movie night with Wanda and Pietro, if you wanted to join us," I said, tilting my head. "I'd like that. Can I take you to dinner tomorrow night?" he grinned. I smiled up at him and nodded. "Yes!" "Oh uh. In case you were wondering. I uh, I like you in a romantic kind of way too. So I--" I cut him off with a quick kiss. "I got the idea," I smiled before backing away. "Now I'm going to finish this sandwich, and then we're gonna grab the booze before we grab the twins. I think we're starting with Shrek tonight."

#reader insert #Clint Barton x reader #Hawkeye x reader #Marvel imagine #avengers imagine

[upsmymindwanderedagain]

Story of The Ice Wolf

PART 8

OTHER PARTS:

PART 7    PART 1

WARNINGS: mentions of Panic attack, severed limbs (kind of).

Hey fellas! I know the warnings seem a little heavy but we have a little fluff in here too, is time for the reader  to have some tenderness, right?

By the way this chapter is a little over 8K+

You are the first one to wake up, the emptiness of your right side is still unsettling, and there is the damn pain, is dull it takes over your shoulder and hip, but you ignore it to admire the beautiful woman snuggled in that side, she is koala hugging you, her head on your chest over a portion of the bed sheets (to avoid getting the marks of the metal plates on her face). Upon your breathing change Orion lifts his head, he is curled up by Wanda’s legs, you mentally ask him to not disturb her.

(I’ am such a lucky bastard) with your left hand you gingerly remove a hair strand from her face, slowly you turn on your right side carefully to not jostle Wanda too much, this new position allows you to slung your left arm protectively over her hip, muttering a soft “I love you” and kissing the crown of her head you surrender once more to dreamland.

Wanda woke up an hour after you rearranged your sleeping positions, she smiles softly when she notices your arm protectively over her, carefully she untangles her limbs from you before kissing your forehead. She walks barefoot to the kitchen in your loft to make something for you both to eat. Orion takes the chance to move over and snuggle against your stomach.

After preparing the breakfast she took it to the bedroom, she sets the food on the bedside table before waking you up, but Orion beat her on it, he nudged your sleeping form when he excitedly raised his head at the smell of food, he hops over your side.

You were rudely woken with a nudge of soft fur, you grumble a soft “Orion” you try to tighten a little your hold on your girl, however you feel the absence of Wanda’s body “Wan?” you slowly turn around just to be slapped by the wolf’s wagging tail “Ouch, Come on Orion stop it” with your left you catch his tail and give it a gentle pull, he turns his gaze to glare at you “What? You slapped me first, you overgrown pup”. He lightly jumps at you to playfully nibble your ear “Hey! ouch” with your let you pinch his ear and he whimpers mocking pain.

A set of soft jiggles fill the room “Hey that’s enough you big pups” Wanda pats Orion in the back “Move boy, that was rude of you” he relents and hops down, you shuffle a little to sit with your back against the headboard, then you gently grab her hand to pull her towards you, she lets you guide to sit cross-legged by your left.

She turns around a little to grab a plate of your favorite pancakes “I made us breakfast” your eyes light up like a little kid watching its favorite treat, Wanda’s food is absolutely delicious no matter what she makes. You try to grab the plate, but she moves it away from your grasp, you only rise your eyebrow in question “Let me help you”.

“Ms. Maximoff are you trying to charm my pants off?” you say waggling your eyebrows.

“Maybe” she says with a wide smile, you both start to eat enjoying each other company, Orion doesn’t miss the chance to hop in the bed again and steal some food.

While you are eating Wanda gives you a glass of milk, which you gaze with disdain "Wanda, babe please I can't recall the last time I drank coffee. I just want a tiny gulp, besides yours in not as strong as mine". "Y/N you can keep begging all you want, but you just started eating yesterday" she says with a hard stare. You let out a whine and pout. "Look at you, whining like a puppy and pouting like a child". Wanda leans in and kisses your pout away, "Here, eat some more" she moves the fork with pancakes towards your mouth. "I rather eat other kind of food babe" you say waggling your eyebrows again. You were so distracted flirting with Wanda that you didn’t saw Pietro arriving. "Y/N! My ears! My innocence is gone, that's something I never wanted to hear" Pietro says dramatically from the door holding his palms on his ears. Wanda just blushes and hangs her head, her brunette locks hiding her flustered face. You kiss the crown of her head before addressing Pietro "That's your punishment for coming in unannounced Piet" you say smirking. He walks towards the bed and sits by the right side "My new trauma aside, is good to see you awake and flirting with my sister". He leans to engulf you in a hug he doesn't let go "I'm glad you are back with us, it was awful having to fight against you".  You hug him with your left arm. "Is good to be back brother... I have some glimpses of what I did... I'm sorry". Wanda joins our little family hug, after some time they let you go, you take the chance to wipe out the tears from your cheeks. "What brings you here Pietro? I was trying to seduce your sister to give me some coffee". He smirks at your words "Wanda how you put up with her?". "I have no idea. Maybe I just love her" she says before leaves a kiss on your cheek. "Well she is stuck with me, she has my soul on her hand, like literally" The three of us laugh a little. When the laughter tones down he tells you the motive of his intrusion "Tony asked me to take you to his laboratory your bionic limbs are ready". You tilt your head in confusion "How will you take..." In a quick move you are now on his arms bridal style. "Ok... Never mind...Pietro! Put me down or I'll make Orion bite your ass off".  Orion is sitting by the bed, he just tilts his head to the left in confusion too but his tail is wagging happily. "Don't worry babe no one will see you being held like a printessa" Wanda says winking at you.  "Fuck you babe!". "Love you too puppy! see ya later" she says waving her hand a little. ----- The only ones in the laboratory are Tony and you. You are currently sitting in spandex shorts and a towel covering the left side of your chest. Tony is strangely quiet, you have barely exchanged words. "Stark did my wolves bit off your tongue?" He simply answers "No" and keeps working on setting up the metal arm.

I snarky idea crosses your mind "You know…I know this must be pretty uncomfortable, me in just boxers and towel, but you've seen Nat, Wanda and Bobbi in bikinis, which are a far better view than me... unless you have kinky thing for half machined women?". That does the trick he loudly snorts his face is lighted by a full smile. "You are not wrong in that" he says between laughs. "You have that kinky shit?!" your eyes widen in horror. "What?! NO! Th-they are a far better view" trying to act nonchalant about it. "Phew I was about to freak the fuck out Stark" you say as you put your left hand over your chest in relief. He only grins "Put this on and turn your face to the left" He gives you a pair of safety googles. You do as he says. After a couple of hours he sets his tools down. "Ready, taste the movement, the hand still needs some work I'll go back to it after the leg". Slowly and methodically you taste the movement and precision. "It's ok, thank you tin can". "Don't thank me yet, I still need to attach your leg. Put on your shirt I'm the one who is freaking the fuck out". He turns around to distract himself with the leg. "Such a womanizer and gentleman, is that how you win the ladies?". He only smirks at your jab, never making eye contact.

You frown a little at his avoidance “Anthony” at the serious tone of your voice calling his name he halts his moves “This was not your fault” his eyes snap towards you; his face is set in disbelief. You stress a little the pronoun “I set off the bombs, I put myself in the bullet path, is not on you” he tries to retort “How…” but you interrupt him “Snap the fuck out of your pity party Stark, I liked it better when you hated me” his expression changes from disbelief to halfheartedly glare at you. Before he can argue with you someone barges in clearly out of breath.

"I'm sorry Mr. Stark I was helping my...Holy shit!" the poor kid covers his eyes and turns around. I start to put on my shirt (his voice sounds familiar) "Is he your kid? I didn't know". "No, he is not my kid he is...".   "Your protegee" I state, Tony doesn't bother in denying. I frown a little "Hey kid, do I know you from somewhere? (god I can't remember him). Do you know who I ‘am?".

Without turning around, he nervously answers "I-I know who you are, you are the Ice Wolf, we kind of met in the battle field of two weeks ago". (Battle field? He is just a kid...*gun shots* how?..."Wow! the plates shift individually that's rad!") your head starts to ache as the memories start to flowing back, (*gun shots, someone in a red suit trying to catch me with a web? "...that’s rad!" you hit him several times... you were about to pull the trigger…Tony screaming…energy blast*). What you fail to notice is that you started to hyperventilate, your left hand is now set in a tight fist veins bulging, your right hand is in a fist too the metal plates grinding against each other, cold sweat started to run down your hairline, chest movements didn't match your ragged breathing. "Y/N?... Y/N Come on, breath". Tony is unsure if he should touch you, so he refrains from doing it. "Y/N you are safe, just breath" he stand before you trying to set his gaze on yours but your gaze is lost “Robowolf… Y/N I need you to breath” he doesn't get an answer from you your pupils are full blown chest falling and raising in a non-rhythmic way "Damn it!". "F.R.I.D.A.Y Call the twins!". "Yes, Mr. Stark". "Peter stay out of the lab until she calms down" He summons his suit gloves. A rush of air and the pass of a blue blur beside Peter announce the twins arrival. Tony was about to hold you by the shoulders. "Tony don't! Don't touch her she will lash out". Tony raises his hands in surrender and slowly steps back, while Wanda starts engulfing you with small waves of red energy. Pietro walks close ready to step in if it’s necessary. (Why am I fighting them again? I don't try to dodge the next gun shots, they hit me in the chest, I feel no pain, am I dead?). ("Y/N, Y/N babe calm down"). (Why am I fighting them again? Is this real?) ("Puppy calm down”).

Your mind is running frantic between replaying the battle and trying to process the present ("Little one? Wha-what's going on?") your mind keeps playing on the memories making you alienate from your surroundings.

(“I will hold you now, you just relax ok?").

Still your mind is frantic.

Wanda takes her place in front of you and wraps you in her arms. You feel someone holding you, you try shrug out, to scape, you try to resist and then it comes to you, the perfume... ("Little one?"). Unconsciously you rest your face in her neck, but your body is way too tense, you are like frantic animal a step away from lashing out. ("Yes, it's me babe, try to feel my breathing"). I let the her perfume fill my senses, the soft sweet cinnamon and vanilla of her perfume sooths me. I move my face from her neck, to rest my head in her chest, slowly I start matching my breathing with hers. She starts rubbing circles on my back. ("That's it Y/N/N... unclench your fists you are hurting yourself"). I try to open them, but they feel stuck ("I-I can't").  ("It's ok, I'll help you just try to relax"). I feel her energy inside my left fist, she slowly pries them open and holds my left hand, rubbing circles. My voice is low, but Wanda is half reading my mind "Did I hurt anyone?". "No, everyone is ok. You had a panic attack, you didn't lash out". I softly nod, my head still on her chest. It takes you almost half an hour to relax completely. Now you have Wanda trapped your arms while she plays with your hair, her nails lightly scratching your scalp. She looks towards Tony who is leaning against the metal table, he simply motions his head towards you "Tony was about to help you with your leg, you want to go on? Or we go back to our room?". You voice is almost a whisper "I want to go on". She nods towards Tony.  "Ok robowolf let go of your girl, I need to shift the bottom of the chair to table". Hesitantly you lose your hold on Wanda, but she takes your left hand on her right. Pietro gets close to give you a hug and leaves the lab not without saying goodbye to the kid. ("Tony is wondering if he can call in Peter, he kind of needs his help, it will be faster"). ("Let the kid in, I'm just not in the mood of talking, I'll apologize later to him"). "Pete come in she is better now. Be a sweetheart and pass me a chair, I'll stay here". Peter does what he is asked and nervously shuffles towards Tony. "Easy kiddo, robowolf here won't hurt you". "Miss Wanda, I'm really sorry, it was not my intention to trigger her" Peter says nervously fidgeting a little with his fingers. ("Poor kid he is terrified, I feel like a monster"). "It's ok Pete, she is not mad, she is feeling bad for scaring you. The flashback caught her out guard". ("Did I hurt him? I mean, back there in the battle field?"). ("No you didn't, Tony stopped you just in time. That wasn't you Y/N. Peter just need some time he'll feel at ease with you"). I let go her right hand, to caress her face, my thumb traces a small thin line above her eyebrow ("I'm sorry my love, I hurt you. I swear it would never happen again"). ("Don't torture yourself my love, I know you will never hurt me intentionally").

“Has someone tell you how creepy is seeing you two have entire conversations without saying a word? Is just heart eyes and puppy looks”.

“Like you are better with Pepper Stark, she is almost a telepath she understands all your babbling and nonsense” The four of you can hold back the laughter your remark is not that far from truth.

After a couple of hours, the silence is broken by Thor's deep joyous voice. "Hello my friends! Time for a lunch break" he says from the entrance, he is carrying several boxes of pop-tarts. Loki is beside him carrying drinks, well more like making them float with his magic. "Glad to see you are back in this realm Wolf" Loki says, “or should I call you lady Maximoff?" he says mischievous smile on his face. "Wolf is good Laufeyson. Thank you for giving her the ring". Loki genuinely smiles "Do not worry Wolf it was a honor, I have something for you" he says while as he shows his right palm, a small liquor flask appears. "Loki I really doubt pop-tarts al liquor are suitable food" Wanda muse shaking her head lightly in disbelief. Thor beats Loki in answering "Nonsense Lady Wanda, our friend just came back from death's doorstep we need to celebrate" Thor says while passing us the pop-tarts and Loki the drinks. I take a whiff of the strong smell of the liquor before taste it. The burn is strong but soothing "hmm you sure brought the good shit my asgardian friends". "Save some of that for tomorrow dark witch" Tony said while handing Peter a bottled juice. "Sorry kiddo no alcohol for you". "Tomorrow?" I ask raising my eyebrow. "Everyone is coming to celebrate that you and Bucky are back, sir Fury and lady Hill are coming, so are Coul-son and his warriors". "So, it will be quite the throw down” I turn around to look at peter “Are you coming kid?". "I-If it's not intruding I'd like to" he says nervously glancing at Tony, like a kid waiting for permit from. its parent. You frown a little in confusion "Nonsense Peter, how long have you been with them?".  "Almost a year and a half" he answers enthusiastically, his chest puffing a little with pride. You give him a small smile "You are family now. if you feel uncomfortable because of me or Bucky, I'll understand, but you are welcome to come, just no alcohol and lap dances for you".  A bright scarlet blush lights up his cheeks "lap dances?". "A year and a half and you've never been in one of Stark's inner circle parties?" I ask a little confused. "We... Haven't done one of those, since the day we thought you and Bucky died" Wanda says hesitantly. I kiss her temple, "Well, we are here now, I hope this don't shatter the good image you have of them kid". Peter only shily smiles. "Hurry your ass tin can". [Next day night] Wanda is in front of the vanity mirror putting the last touches to her make up. You are standing behind her clasping the last buttons of your charcoal dress shirt. Your gazes collide in the mirror her bright green eyes with your Y/E/C, she stands up and turns around never breaking the connection.  You can't help but get lost in her gaze, not without appreciating the view. "My love you look astonishing" you end up biting lightly your lip to avoid ravishing her neck. She is wearing a scarlet dress comfortably fitted in her upper body it has a mild cleavage, the skirt is loose ending above her knee, she is wearing long high heel boots. "You don't look bad yourself my love". I'm wearing a fitted charcoal dress shirt, black waist cut smart trousers and low heel cowboy boots. "Let me help you with that" she rolls up sleeves just before your elbows and opens the first two buttons of the shirt. You raise your eyebrow in a silent question.  "There's no more need of hiding the scars my love, besides you look sexy as hell".  You help her putting on one of your short cut black leather jackets, this one has a wolf head made of a fine gold linework (and is actual gold thread). Wanda turns around “Marking your belongings?". "You are not my property little one, just a reminder of who's heart you behold". You put a last kiss on her forehead. --- Fury and Hill are waiting outside the elevator. "Nick, Maria is good to see you again" you say while clasping their hands. You are half hugging Wanda by your left side "Go ahead Wan, we'll be there in a moment" you kiss her temple. She hesitates a little but walks ahead. When she is out of ear range I ask them "When is the audience?". They both seem quite surprised by my question. Fury is the one who answers, "We are holding back the audience, two weeks top". He schools his features before going on "Y/N, S.H.I.E.L.D and Stark lawyers are doing everything to keep the kill order off of you". You sigh a little as you put your hands on your hip "Don't sweat it Nick, keep your word regarding the twins, that's more than enough for me. Don't jeopardize S.H.I.E.L.D and the Avengers for an ex-Hydra tool". Maria frowns "Y/N don't talk about yourself like that". I clasp my left hand on Maria shoulder, squeezing gently. "As I said keep them safe, I owe them my life. I knew what I was getting myself into when I denied my file the first time". They only nod. "Are the Tiger and the others still alive?". "Yes, they are being held on the hellicarrier". "Hydra will try to get them back, let's make a plan". Before I can go on Fury holds up his hand. "Tomorrow, tonight we celebrate". --- Before you can step in the common room, Coulson and his team walk close with smiles on their faces, however You don’t need to read minds to know that Bobbi is about to say some shit.

"Are you trying to seduce half of the S.H.I.E.L.D force Wolf?" Bobbi says with a smirk and crossing her arms. "Maybe, is it working on you? I heard chicks dig scars". I say winking at her with a smug grin. Daisy sass with a smirk "Such a charmer Y/N, did that trick worked with Wanda? Or is it the best you got?" she crosses her arms (just like her momma). "Well darling" I get close to her and lean on her ear to whisper seductively "I've got plenty of tricks to show you but May told me you are off limits" I give her a kiss in the cheek. Daisy's reaction is a deep blush and her rushing ahead. We can't help but laugh at her reaction. "She totally has a crush on you" Mack says between laughs, he gives me a bear hug "I'm glad to have you back cap" he squeeze my left shoulder before going ahead with Daisy. 

“Hey! don’t flirt with my girl Wolf” Simmons calls stepping close to me, she tries to look buff and intimidating but is actually cute.

Your eyes widen in horror “Shit, sorry Jemma I thought you were still tip toeing around each other” I pull her close to give her a hug “Thank you for saving my ass Simmons”.

She jiggles a little as she hugs you back as tightly as she can “You are welcome Maximoff” I snort a little “You are trouble” I let her go to Daisy who glaring daggers at my back. May comes close to clasp your forearm and you do, before she can draw off you pull her in on a hug, after a few seconds you let her go, she smirks before walking off “Wolf”.

Bobbi gives you a long hug “You fucking bastard don’t pull a stunt like that again, I was almost tempted to steal Wanda from you”.

“You wish you could Morse, fuck you” you snark back.

Before she walks away she throws a last “I’m free tonight Wolf” with a wink. Coulson just gives you a small smile "Wolf a pleasure having you back". Fitz seems a little nervous “What’s up Fitz? Did I attacked you while I was being controlled?”.

“Huh? No, I’m sorry… I-I should have seen Hydra taking you away…”.

“Fitz” you halt his babbling “Not your fault, get over it, I’m here now” you give him a hug “If you will keep mopping, mope with a drink” he smiles softly “Glad you are back Wolf”.

Hunter is the last one to come to you, he is holding a case, when he opens the lid your matte black uzi is resting there "I think this is yours Wolf". You give him a soft smile before closing the lid. "Do you remember what I told you when you asked me to keep it?" "Yes, I do" he says with a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "It's yours to keep Hunter". The look on his face is pure shock, but he doesn't voice out his realization. Both of you get into the living, everyone is already there, Clint hands you a glass of scotch as you pass by him, you smile at him in thanks. Your spot near the couch you address them "My fellas, comrades, friends, family and loved one, let’s have a real party" you say raising your glass. “Hey hey no, hold your breath robowolf, the inaugural speech is mine” Tony stands in the middle of the living, with his most Stark like fashion he says "F.R.I.D.A.Y, let the dancers in". One by one the dancers come in women and men each one look like models. He never disappoints, even Loki's jaw hangs a little.

As the dancer’s sultry stroll in you move to Tony’s side “Have I told you how much I missed you tin can?”.

He loudly snorts “You missed the high-class booze and the stripers payed by me, may I add”.

“What can I say I’ve always had the best, is not like I couldn’t afford it but is more enjoyable when is free” a smug smirk flashes on your face, you take out an Insignia cigarette package from your pocket, you take one out to hold it between your lips, before you can put them away a blue blur snatch them from your grasp “I saw that coming and you didn’t” Pietro says trying to suppress his laughter before he disappears.

You grumble a low “Asshole”, then you take out your lighter which is white gold with a wolf head engraved, of course Tony’s trained eyes see it, you expertly ignite it to lit the cigarette, calmly you leave your hand extended, Pietro blurs in again “Thank you” he kisses your cheek before he rushes out again.

Tony leans in a littleon your right “Your bank account and private garage certifies it robowolf”.

You raise your eyebrow tauntingly “So you finally find out?” you take a drag.

He frowns a little “Salarov sold you out. But they don’t know about your actual legal businesses”.

You snort as the smoke escapes your mouth “Of course they don’t, I made sure of giving one or the other” Before the exchange can get sober several gasps echo trough the room. You look in Wanda’s direction to see her surrounded by several of the dancers, one of them is admiring her ring “oh oh”.

Wanda sheepishly lock gazes with you as the group of women glare at you, a tall blonde stroll sexily towards you her hips dance a little more than necessary on her tight short dress, Wanda follows her appreciating the rear view but a hint of jealously cross her eyes and others tease her about it. When the woman is close you extend you left hand to lightly grasp her fingers and make her spin around slowly “Gorgeous as always Grace” when she is facing you again she leans in “My, my Wolf you marry your girl and we weren’t invited? That’s rude” she slowly takes the cigarette from your lips to take a drag.

“I presume you didn’t let her end the explanation, we are not married yet” you offer her your arm in a chivalry way “Duty calls Stark, have fun”. You make your way towards the group of women, all of them start cat calling and hollering at you, you only give them a smug smirk, a dark-haired woman that was admiring the ring cat walks towards you, she feigns straightening the collar of your shirt “How come that we never saw you showing off this much skin before Wolf?”.

“No wonder why we never could steal Wanda” other chimes in.

The dark-haired beauty fiddles a little with the plackets of the shirt before loosening another button.

All their eyes widen a little at the sight of the scars, not that they haven’t seen the ones on your forearm and upper chest, but those aren’t that bad in comparison with the re-branded Hydra symbol and the other torture marks.

Your voice is calm and teasing “Not all women dig scars darling, that’s why” you wink at her, gently you pry away her hands from your clothes and side step her to make your way towards the Sokovian beauty whose eyes are shinning bright red. When you are flush against her you rest your hands in her hips your forehead in hers.

“I told you that trick only worked with Wanda Wolf!” Daisy shouts from the bar stool.

Wanda doesn’t move but she counters back “That’s why you end up a flustered stammering mess before Daisy? I saw your thoughts”. Daisy’s cheeks light up in a bright red blush, Jemma and the others laugh at her, Bobbi walks up to her to throw her arm over her shoulders in a half hug “Don’t worry sis we don’t blame you”.

You feel a hand sneaking over your abs “Come on of Wolf let go of your woman we are here to play with both of you”.

---

[two days later]

Standing at the tower’s hangar your opened leather jacket dances a little along hard breeze, you are waiting for your ride to land, Fury requested your presence in the hellicarrier, and given that you are considered a criminal for the American government is not like you can ride your Charger to the meeting point.

The quinjet lands, when the back gate lowers Maria is standing at the top, her usual stern expression can’t hide the tiny small on her lips.

“Missed me that much Maria? I doubt a reunion with the secretary of defense can be classified as a proper date” you wink at her walking up the ramp.

“A pain in the ass as always Wolf. I was requested to escort you to the hellicarrier, don’t get any ideas”.

“Really? This ‘Wolf’ is either that important or is in that much trouble?” You muse as the back-gate closes.

[Hellicarrier]

The quinjet lands in the Hellicarrier’s dock, before the pilot lowers the gate you stand up and extend your joined hands towards Hill, she silently clasps some big ass shackles on, she tries to hide it but I can see how uncomfortable it makes her to do it, you try to lighten the sour mood, stepping further to be close to her “I’d rather have you shackling me for other activities ma’am”.

Her voice is a playful low hiss “Shut it Wolf” she glares at you, but a playful smirk takes over her features “Behave or I’ll give you a reason to love the shackles” softly snicker before turning towards the gate “Lead the way ma’am”.

Three more agents joined you upon your entrance, silently we walk to an interrogation room, Maria guides m, before she walks out she leans into my ear “We won’t record this, play your cards well” you nod in understanding.

When she is out, you sit on one of the metal chairs, fiddling a little with your shackled hands you grab a cigarette from the inner pocket of the leather jacket, Putting it on your lips you give it a dry drag not being in the mood to play around more to grab the lighter you snap your right thumb and index finger close to the cigarette’s head to lit it.

After a couple of lazy drags and god knows how much time, the secretary of defense walks in with four soldiers to stand guard surrounding me “That was an interesting party trick Ice Wolf”.

You take your time to eye each one of the soldiers with a stern face, noting that the only one with a badge is sergeant Knox.

“Is Captain Ice Wolf to you” you say as you blow out the smoke, cigarette still between your lips.

“Beg your pardon?” he asks with a mockery on his voice.

You take the cigarette with your right hand “If you are going to acknowledge me as I was Hydra, that’s the way” you take another drag.

“Very well captain” his voice is full of sarcasm. “Your fellow captain Salarov has revealed several things about you that will make your immunity impossible” he says trying to get a reaction out of you

You let out another puff of smoke as you feign surprise “Really? That’s a shame. I still have some names to cross out of my wish list” you say with a shrug.

“Captain you know that you are dead woman, there’s no way out of this” he sternly states.

“And so is the man you are believing ‘general’. I wonder…what’s your hidden agenda? Do you need a bodyguard, a killer, a spy, what do you really want?” you say in a taunting way blowing smoke at his face.

He leans in a menacing way “I want your head Hydra scum, you killed my soldiers”.

You stop mid drag to snort “Ah come on general, you are a bureaucratic whore, they weren’t your soldiers. How patriotic of you, you want to avenge them” You harshly stand up making him lean back to stand a little stiffly, the soldiers automatically point their guns at you.

You don’t take off your glare off him “Soldiers I was tortured and manipulated to obedience, I had a serum running on my system numbing my conscience I can’t remember much of the last two years other than pain. Still if anyone of you have a vendetta against me or revenge wish feel free to shoot me down right here, right now” you lock gazes with each of them, there’s no hatred or malice in their eyes.

After looking at soldiers you set the general in a stern look “General you can’t fool me, you are insulting me, save us both the disgust to have to be on each other presence” you growl at him “What do you really want?”.

“Now there’s no doubt why even Hydra is hunting your head. Do not fight your faith” he sternly says.

“But you will grace me with mercy if I accede to something” you say mockery clear in your voice.

He slides a folder on the metal table, with your cigarette still in hand you open it, quickly you scan it “You have to be fucking kidding me”.

“That’s the deal, take it or leave it. You have 24 hours before the trial” He walks to the door without turning back. “Enjoy the last of your ‘freedom’ Captain”.  

You are left alone in the room again, you don't show any feeling or reaction, you calmly take another drag of the cigarette, until he is out of your hearing range. The only tale of your anger is the forceful way in which the smoke scape through your nose, almost like a raging bull, the cigarette is the only thing stopping you from grinding your jaw. Fury and Maria step in again, they lingering by the door. You let your body fall lazily to slump in the metal chair, with your left hand you take the cigarette from your mouth and let the smoke flow slowly, you stare blankly ahead "Hydra tortured me into an asset, I was their play toy for two years, and that fucking bastard dares to give me this" you slide the folder towards them. They read quickly the accord, it states that you accept the all the charges that they will put on your head, as a redemption and by the grace of their sympathetic hearts you will be taken to a confidential facility to the jailed, when necessary you will serve as an agent for the government to atone your wrong doings. it stipulates that for each successful mission you will be able to see the twins for a still to determinate amount of time. Maria and Fury grind they jaws and then look at you expectantly. "I rather die like a fucking stray dog than be their play toy too". Maria walks up to you to open the shackles, you nod at her in thanks. "Where's Salarov?" Nick interferes before Maria tells you "Wolf you can’t..." "I’m not asking for permission Nick".

He only shakes his head a little in amusement “A pain in the ass as always”.

They take you to their containment cells alongside the three other agents. They stop at the first filter and you three go on.

Salarov, the Dark Mist and Anika are in separated in glass cells, shackles and control collars on. Upon the sound of thumping boots, they stand up, Anika’s eyes widen a little in surprise and gives you a small smile.

“There you are fucking Ice Bitch, I was hoping you survived to witness the military shoot you down in front of the twins” Salarov says with glee on his voice.

Hill opens the glass door and you walk in “Damn you are still bitter and sour old man, I was hoping you’d be dead, but here you are being a waste of resources and a pain in my ass”.

“I take the secretary of defense reel you up with what I told him”.

“You don’t know a shit about me Salarov”.

He snorts “Of course not Sokovian Ghost, Wolf, Reaper…I can keep going on, all the shit you did behind Hydra, your show off in the underground fight clubs that weren’t Hydra’s, you killed twenty people there, the drugs, street racing… you are no better than anyone of us cap, you are worse, man I wonder how Wanda can sleep with you”

You snap at him Maria reacts too slow, you harshly move forward to strangle him with your right hand, slamming the back of his head against the wall, then you lift your arm making him slide up, his feet off the floor “What did you tell him?!” your voice a deadly growl.

His voice is broken from the restring of your hand around his windpipe “Everything to ensure the fall off your head captain, you are going down with us”.

“Wolf release the grip, he is your only way out” Fury calmly walks in.

His words reach your ears but the only thing you want to do is beat this asshole to dead “Come on bitch obey your master” he keeps throwing insults at you, making your grip tighten further, he is starting to turn blue.

“Y/N we won’t stop you but think this through” Fury says standing behind you.

How much your hate that he is right, still you won’t let this asshole insult you with no consequences, with your hand still stopping the blood from reaching the little brain he has, you retrieve a syringe from your pants pocket, the bright black liquid makes his eyes widen in horror, you harshly bury the needle on his neck, he immediately starts hissing erratically in pain, after putting the empty syringe back on your pocket you land a bone breaking hook o his liver, even with his windpipe being crushed he screams in agony, you land a couple of punches under his ribcage, then you open your right hand, as he falls you knee him in the stomach with your right finally you land a last punch on his mouth, leaving him gargling and agonizing on the floor.

“That’s how it feels bitch, enjoy the aftermath” you turn around to see Fury and Hill arms crossed and looking unamused by your actions, Maria only shrugs before speaking “Is that the serum they used on you during your training?”.

“Yes”.

“Now what Ice Wolf, will you play payback with all of us?” the Mist spits from her cell.

You walk towards her cell to stand behind the glass door, you put on the Ice Wolf façade to lock her in a cold murderous glare “Don’t give me ideas Selena, because I’d enjoy doing that to you, what I did to Salarov is a mere toddler fit, I might need him, but you are disposable”.

“Aren’t we all?” she bitterly sighs before backing off.

Her musing makes you chuckle a little as you smirk “That we are, the difference is what you die for”.

Maria gives you the keycard access, as you move towards Anika beside the shackles and collar you note that her wings are trapped in a tight lock too, you swipe the card and open the door “Come with me”, she wordlessly do as you said.

Fury and Maria take you to a nearby interrogation room, as soon as the door closes Anika loses her silence state “If this is you helping me, this sucks Wolfy, my fucking wings are stiff as fuck”.

Maria and Nick can’t hold the little snort due to Anika’s nick name for you.

“And here I thought you’ll keep your mouth shut kid” you take your place behind her back to rest the keycard over the lock on her wings base, wordlessly you help her wings regain movement.

She lets out a long sigh “Damn, forget what I said I love you Wolfy, still you should have come sooner”.

“Oh right kid back to business, Wolf told us you are a minor, is that true?”.

“It is, but there’s no way to prove it my DNA was altered”.

“What about your record?” Maria asks getting close stern expression on her features.

“The only thing I wish to record is your beautiful face agent Hill” Anika says with a broad smile.

You can’t help but pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance, Maria and Nick only glare at her “Off the topic kid, there’s no record Hill I destroyed everything when I got her out”.

“They started a new one, but everything is fake” she says with heavy annoyance on her voice.

[Back in the Avengers Tower]

For your amusement when the meetings with the bunch of lawyers ended and you where free to go home was already late noon, “Welcome back miss Wolf, Miss Maximoff requested that I let you know she is waiting for you at your shared room”.

“Thank you F.R.I.D.AY, do you know if we still have Asgardian mead?” you ask as you make your way towards the bar.

“I’m afraid there’s none left miss Wolf, however if may I intrude drinking and smoking is not a good way out for what troubles you at night”.

You sigh in defeat “I know F.R.I.D.A.Y but my head is a mess right now”.

The sudden materialization of Vision through the wall on your right prompts you to point your gun to his head “Perhaps Wanda could help you altering those bad dreams” when he notices the gun being aimed at him he realizes his mistake “My apologies, it was not my intention to scare you Wolf”

“Damn it Viz! is being seven years don’t pull shit like that” you quickly put away the gun “F.R.I.D.A.Y please delete that footage, I do not wish to be blackmailed by Tony”. You look into Vision eyes “There’s things I need to remember Viz, there’s things too painful for Wanda to relive for my sake”.

---

Later that night you and Wanda are lying to the bed, she is sleeping on her left side nestled on your right side, you haven’t been able to fall asleep trying to find a way to get out of the grave hole you are being thrown in. You are no telepath but you can sense a change in Wanda’s peaceful sleeping form, at first you think is your imagination but the frown that sets on her face tells you otherwise, you lean towards her ear to whisper “Wan… Babe is just a dream” her breath shortens as she starts babbling in a anguished way, Orion hops in to cuddle her resting his head over her hip.

You make sure that your steel hand isn’t cold, then turn on your right side to hold her face between your hands, you begin to whisper sweet words as you lean your forehead in hers. If you’ve learnt something all this years together is that her nightmares are just as bad and realistic as yours, unfortunately you can’t get inside her mind to pull her out, so you have to slowly wake her up. The first time that you foolishly tried to quickly wake her up you ended up being thrown across the cell you both called room at that time.

When the frown starts to soften you switch your positions to engulf her in a firm gentle hug, her arms tucked between your bodies, your right hand protectively holding her head your left over her ribs. With your steel fingers you start to caress her scalp and her forehead leans on your chest “Come on little one, hear my voice, open your eyes”, Orion softly nudges her hip with his muzzle.

You hear her breathing change, her heart beat begins to calm down, but her voice breaks when she speaks “Y/N?”, you tighten a little your hold “I’m here Wan, not going anywhere” Orion groans a little in protest “Orion says he is here too” she lets out a small teary jiggle that turns into small hiccups she is trying to hold back her tears “Hey baby, is ok don’t hold back your cry, I’m here let it out”, and she does after sometime her breathing evens out, still you keep your ministrations and soft kisses on her head.

[A week later] To say that you had sleeping problems was the understatement of the year, flashbacks, nightmares and memories were plaguing your mind, you woke up at four in the morning and spent two good hours working out your troubles in the training room, unsurprisingly Bucky was there too, so you ended up sparring which lead to almost kicking each other asses (Hydra’s style training). After a good shower, you were hosting up an old pair of sweats when the first notes of an acoustic guitar reached your ears, the intro of Creep by Radiohead filled the room. You exit the bathroom in grey sweat pants and black sports bra. Wanda is still on her pj’s, she is sitting cross-legged guitar on her lap playing the cords. Your response is automatic, kissing her cheek you sit beside her cross-legged and you begin to sing. Your voice is a little raspy, but you never miss a note, during the instrumental parts you kiss her, she never falters her playing. When the song ends she uses her powers to pass over your matt black acoustic guitar that was resting in the corner of the room. "Babe I'm rusty, you better keep playing" you say while you take out the pick resting between the strings. "Y/N you taught us to play, even your 'rusty' is far better" she says glaring playfully at you. You start doing some basic chords and pentatonic scales to warm up your left hand as you fool around with the chords she asks "You never told me why you liked Creep that much". You flash her a fond love smile, not taking your eyes from the fretboard "you know, since I met you my hands have always been tainted in crimson. The only two things I knew about myself was that I could play guitar and knew how to fight… kill” you let out a soft sigh “The first time I saw you I thought you were an angel, when hydra turned me into this, I felt like a creep, a monster but you have always made me feel deserving..." When you look towards her you see a tear rolling down her left eye, with the steel thumb you softly wipe it away. "hey... Don't cry love. Will you sing for me?". "I only sing for you my Wolf" her eyes shine bright red ("They are gathered outside, tony asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to give them feedback"). ("I know, they are listening since the first verse"). "Guys! you are literally the worst at eavesdropping. Open the door so you can hear better". Steve sheepishly opens the door. All the avengers, Loki and Pepper, are standing outside. Wanda's bright red eyes lock with yours. ("one, two, three...") there's no need to say which song, the first notes of My Immortal by Evanescence fill the room, since she learnt to play this song it has always been her favorite song for me. When her voice fades with the last notes, we hear some sniffles, I hadn't realized that a tear ran down my left cheek until Wanda lean over to wipe it off. ("Don't cry my love, let's give them a full show"). "Piet bring your bass". I didn't have to tell him twice, two rushes of air later he is back with his matt grey bass. Everyone is surprised. Clint is the first to muse "How come that seven years living with us and we didn't know you three were like a small rock band?!". We only laugh, Pietro is the one who answers with a shrug "We usually go outskirts to play old man. Is the first time we play here". "Robowolf you and the twins are full of surprises" Tony says with a smirk "but I bet you can't play Call of kthulu". "Oh right" you crack your knuckles "raise your bets fellas". "It will be a pleasure taking off a thousand from your bank account Stark" Nat says with a smirk, "Make it two" Bucky said. "What the fuck Nat?!" Clint exclaims but he stops a little to think it over "I put a thousand too". The rest threw their bets. While they were making their bets we got rid of the rust from the joints and tune up the guitars. ("Pietro says that you bet against his Bugatti, there's no way we'll lose this"). "Tin can, I bet my modified Lamborghini against your Bugatti Veyron". He mocks surprise "Deal... say goodbye to your baby Y/N". "What the shit Wolf?! Where is that sexy car?! Sam exclaims.

“Why the surprise Sam? do the math I was a captain and… other things, the Charger is a mere toy”. The three of us only give them a wide smirk before you nail the intro, by the end of the song the only one that wasn't smirking smugly was Tony.

A/N:

So, this chapter is the last chapter of the first arc of the story, as you all know now the government will mess up things for the reader. In the next arc we will see more of the reader and twins past, 

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Thank you to the almost 30 people following this blog!! I never thought this rant of my mind would be followed and liked, a big thank you to all of you who take a couple of minutes or hours a day to follow my imagination.

As always if some aspects or something doesn’t make sense we can talk it out.

#wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #quick silver x reader #avengers x reader #shield x reader #story of the ice wolf #part 8

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Ep. 8: “This isn't really my drama” - Anastasia

Elle

Me getting votes in the first post-merge tribal? We absolutely hate to see it folks!! I feel like I'm being so pessimistic about my chances in this game but also like... shouldn't I be 😂😂 God I hope those two votes were Julia and Pietro (but still like, r00d. lol) I have a 10% DA in this next challenge... I'll be Frank [-but then who will be Elle?] Things aren't looking amazing for me but I don't think I'll go home next round (unless Julia has another idol 😭😭😭). I don't even know what to say I'm just bad at thisss 😅 I mean the game not confessionals I've been leaving my heart and soul in these lol. Anyway I'm gone for now I'll just leave with this: Liability is the best song off of Melodrama not Ribs mmk bye ✌🏽✨

DeNara

Oh my gosh, that tribal!!! When Raffy pulled the idol I was like.... what the heck is happening?!?! I can understand Raffy playing it because he wasn't solid with the other warriors and newbies voting with him, but it was a waste of an idol. TBH I am glad he played it though since I didn't know he had it. I felt bad that Pietro went home just because he was aligned with Julia, but it happens. I had to try and do some damage control with Moth and Elle, as well as Rachel after tribal. They were shook when Julia pulled an idol and Pietro got votes. Anastasia just out right told me the magic beans she got at the auction allowed her to see if people have idols and said she would use it for me (I think she said this to everyone). I don't think Elle, Moth or Rachel suspect me playing both sides hard, but who knows. I really don't know who I should work with. I was thinking about making a big move and flipping to my new "Lucky Charms" alliance with Moth, Elle, Ginnifer, Rachel and potentially Julia, but it could be too early for that. The sad thing is I want to work with Rachel and Elle for sure but they aren't in my core alliance. I am suspicious of Gian because he seems to be playing pretty hard and he isn't aligned to me much. Madi and I don't talk much so that gets me worried as well. Raffy is super fun, but he is a big threat in this game. I honestly think it is just Steven keeping me with that group because he is my #1 in this game. I honestly am finding it hard to figure out who I want to work with because I like everyone in this game!!!!! I just can't get caught in the middle or I am hecked.

Raffy

The plan went off without a hitch. I did waste an idol, but now no one can say that I have one. I am considering telling my alliance that I have the "Safety Without Power" so that they don't have any reason to distrust me. It might have hit a sour note with them to find out I had an idol that I didn't tell them about. Gian didn't seem to mind, but most people put on an act in this game. It would be a hard decision, however, since they can easily use that against me at the next tribal. I hope that neither Julia nor Ginnifer win immunity. Julia speaks for itself. I am targeting her, and I want her gone. However, Ginnifer has now alarm bells ringing in my ear. DeNara told Steven and I that Ginnifer wants us GONE. Like, Ginnifer is on some sort of vendetta mission to take us out. While we don't have the exact reasoning, we can assume that she is targeting us for simply being winners. She seems to think that we think we're master manipulators and puppet masters who need to be brought down a peg. Here's the thing with that kind of logic though. It isn't going to work with people who don't care about us being winners. My allies don't care, and they are even ratting on you to me. I love DeNara. She's a great ally. I told Steven that maybe we should reconsider our target and make it Ginnifer. He seems down, but he doubts there would be numbers (as do I). Speaking of numbers, I need to be way more social than I already am. I don't have as much social capital as Steven or Madi or DeNara. So, I am going to start with the people who are probably near the bottom of people's ally list or are considered non-factors: Elle, Moth, and Anastasia. If I get in good with them, I can gain some solid numbers. Moth and Elle had no idea about the split, so I had to do some damage control. Whether that worked... I have no idea. However, I need to be more transparent with them so that I can gain their trust for future tribals. Plus, I am pretty sure that Elle has an idol.

Julia

BITCHES THOUGHT I WAS DOWN AND OUT FOR THE COUNT. Found another idol baby. I’m basically Rick devens. Anastasia is going to use her stupid magic beans on me again though but I simple don’t care. Let them know I have an idol great. Then they’re going to have to figure out who they want to vote for instead, which will create massive cracks for me to work around. I love this

Ginny

Since I went to exile I was safe from a tribal council on the first round of merge then when I got back I saw pietro was voted off in a chaotic tribal council but I’m in many different alliances but I’m choosing the original warriors alliance because warriors strong duh

Raffy

I did not win this immunity challenge which sucks. I think I might want to use my SWP because if I don't then I'm just going to be a target everyone wants for now. And I want to at least make single digits. I told my alliance of Gian, Madi, DeNara, and Steven about my SWP to gain their trust after not telling them about my idol. And if I do plan to use it this round, it doesn't hurt to tell them about to plan around this. I've been focusing a lot more on socializing, so we'll see if it garners me any favor to not be voted out. Julia has tried reaching out. I think I want to get her to target Ginnifer since the latter is coming after me.

DeNara

Heck ya, I may win individual immunity today! I find out soon if I will be competing in a tie breaker challenge to see if I win. I sure hope I do, I would feel great!

DeNara

I am playing the middle so hard right now I may end up getting voted out because of it... oof

Raffy

The vote should be unanimously Julia. I threw Ginnifer under the bus to Julia so that... she doesn't vote for me. Though, I doubt she has an idol. Plus, if she does, we are going to ask Anastasia to play a bean on her to see if she does. DeNara told me about an alliance with Ginnifer, Elle, Moth, Rachel, and herself. Apparently, Rachel is getting suspicious of Gian and Madi because they didn't tell her about the split vote. This works in my favor as it splits the newbie tribe a little bit because Gian and Madi seemed very pressed about it. This will sow the seeds of implosion for the newbies. The planned boot order would be Julia then Ginnifer. Apparently, Ginnifer, Elle, and Moth are a trio (but Ginnifer is the only person who cares about it). I'm not too concerned, but I am going to keep an eye on Rachel too now.

Ginny

Since I went to exile I was safe from a tribal council on the first round of merge then when I got back I saw pietro was voted off in a chaotic tribal council but I’m in many different alliances but I’m choosing the original warriors alliance because warriors strong duh

Julia

I miss Pietro so much, it’s so fun deciding which person to send to jury with him tonight

Julia

GOD THIS IS FUN. Bitches being saying straight up in the tribe chat, oh I’m voting for Julia. Hwuxixkejwor this is actually so funny. I’m idoling elles ass out tonight and feeling absolutely no remorse

Elle

Not Julia coming for me within an inch of my life and then denying it 💀💀💀.

Moth

Holy fuck

I literally leave for 20 minutes and suddenly people are arguing and demanding tribal happens now Like noooooooo I hate this so much I need to do an exam in 20 minutes

DeNara

What in the actual F is happening. All I was doing was trying to get ready for work and Julia just full on started calling everyone out. Apparently Rachel tried to make an alliance with Julia and included me in on it, then Julia sent that to Raffy. So I had to try and do damage control and try and get Rachel to stop talking to Julia. THEN apparently Julia tried to frame Elle as trying to plot against Ginny which isnt true and now EVERYBODY is fighting in the tribe chat. Like this is so crazy rn. I just hope me playing the middle doesn't heck me over. I may need to ditch one side to save my game.... rip me

Anastasia

This isn't really my drama. I am a spectator and my name is out of peoples mouths which is perfect. I really don't understand what just happened. Like I saw Julias and Ginnys texts but I don't understand what it means lol. I will probably quietly ask around what people thought of it and vote with them as to lay low and stuff. Don't worry, I am going to plan to get someone threatening out soon. I'm still new at this and I'm learning everyday what to say and what not to say. But hopefully I can try to convince people to get out my target (raffy) next round. He really needs to go because he dominated the last org. He is too good at this game and if people ignore that he literally won half of the challenges and the entire game last org they are dumb. Luckily we have Rachel that keeps winning immunity so none of the actual targets get it. But of course, this is a concern. Rachel might have to go at some point sadly.

Julia

https://youtu.be/8EPTKjTqKFQ

Elle

Okay... so today I decided to pop off a bit (may be related to me being a little Done with irl stuff but that's not what this is about lol). Ginny came into our alliance with Moth DeNara and Rachel (we have another one without Rachel bc she's kinda on Julia's side/helped kick James off/p sure she knew what Anastasia's beans did and lied to us so she's very sus but we're keeping her close for now) and guns blazing was like "so I heard all of you were gonna vote me off" to which i was like ?? and then she said Julia told her I was a ringleader convincing everyone to vote Ginny out which. Incorrect. My now one and only goal in these games is to get Julia out and avenge James that's IT 😂 . And I have told so many people today but 👏🏽I👏🏽Am👏🏽Too👏🏽Dumb👏🏽To👏🏽Be👏🏽Conniving👏🏽. The idea that I could be a ringleader is hilarious honestly, and the idea that I would vote for anyone except Julia until she's out even more so. Anyway, I went into the tribe chat and said "So I've heard that there's a question as to who I'm voting, or who I'm endorsing, so I just want to clarify: *I'm voting for Julia* that is all ^_^" bc all I have is my word and the fact that I'm voting for Julia isn't a secret or anything lol. This got things very spicy at 11am and I'm sorry for everyone that had a class or job 😂 including me lol. me? missing an entire half of my class because survivor drama is way more interesting than typography? it's more likely than you think! We didn't end up having tribal right then and there even though I think about half of us were yelling for it 😂 (sorry again for the people at work or school idk why i woke up today and chose violence ajkjakhlalsjsj) We got on call with Julia to give us receipts but eh I don't trust it At all. Mostly because the receipts she gave weren't on the same stuff we were talking about??? Like she was calling out Raffy and Steven in them but that's not even where the convo started 😒. And nothing about how I'm this all-powerful ringleader trying to shoot someone down from my original tribe. I have to laugh. Anyway, I hope she goes tonight, if not it better be me bc this is getting 🎶frustrating🎶 and l am a complete angel until you talk shit about me or one of my closest allies and then you better be prepared for war it's that simple 😇

Moth

Julia claims that I refuse to talk to her when she legit hasn’t even reach out at all since the swap- like o k my dude- Jesus this is nuts

Julia

Why are people so obsessed with me 🤩

They really started a whole fight with me in the tribe chat today. It’s honestly super frustrating. But I think this could be good for me maybe? I think Elle is getting idoled out tonight, and then Ginny is still here. And Ginny has proved she’s a liar and a snake and is really chaotic so maybe she’ll be seen as a liability going forward

Gian

Rachel is trying to flip. Julia & Ginny are dangerous blabber mouths. The warriors won't take out one of their own and we still barely have majority. This is getting messssssssssy.

Madi

hey hey so heres the tea rachel is being a mf snake because she feels “betrayed” bc we “lied” to her for the pietro vote but like sis..... we didn’t LIE we just left out some details also have now tried to pin onto her that she has the other idol also so much tea went down while I was at work??????? it was pretty spicy but im just happy my name was nowhere near that I hope rachel does not start working with juli bc that would truly suck but having elle and moth and anastasia as numbers for us is very very good also anastasia has kinda gone AWOL and idk how much longer we are going to be able to keep her in too much longer but thats another story for another time I am scared people are starting to murmur my name, I might just be paranoid but Idk I hope this julia vote goes well

Raffy

This morning, Elle took to the tribe chat to confirm that she is voting Julia. This is because, according to Ginnifer, Julia has been telling Ginnifer that Elle was trying to ring leader Ginnifer's vote out. Ginnifer also got in on the action by saying that Julia is a liar and trying to snake other people. As it turns out, Ginnifer might just be paranoid, but, at the end of the day, whatever makes the target on Julia bigger.

Steven

https://youtu.be/2NGxkNjrGdk

Rachel

this game is so mentally draining. even if i've won immunity, i certainly don't feel safe. julia blew up the game by telling secrets, and it hurts cause i felt like i could trust her. i hate that i'm seeing viewing this game so personally, but i feel that i have lost such an epic battle and it is so frustrating.

Elle

Still the same tribal in a little less than an hour... I feel like I went a lot wild today, sure hope it isnt enough for everyone to switch and vote me out 🤷🏽‍♀️ I very well might be next after Julia though, or that's the paranoia. Idk, I miss pre-merge when I was just playing games with friends and not going to tribal 😂. Now it feels like a Lord of the Flies or Danganropa RPG and I feel like I let the craziness get to me a little. I don't know what's gonna happen, but I don't really ever know really. I'm tired 😅 and want to maybe read some fanfic before whatever happens next (maybe I'll have a lot more time to read fanfic after this lol).

DeNara

Seems like this morning's craziness is calmed down a lot to the point of making people nervous because it is so quiet. I am hoping the plan is still to vote out Julia, but I am sad she is going. I do like her a lot as a person. Hopefully she doesn't take any of this personally!