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blackfawn · 3 months

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Irondad and Spiderson Time travel fic I wrote at 22:53 Be warned, it's angsty.

During the battle of endgame, Peter is the one to use the gauntlet. Time-travel hijinks ensue.

*EDIT I fixed it! Read here it on ao3*

It lands in front of him, and he just. Grabs it. hellhounds are hot on his heels, so he runs.

There's chaos and death all around him, allies being cut down like bad weeds. Everyone he knows is far away, and he can't find Tony. The gauntlet is in his hands, thrumming with cosmic energy that makes his spider sense scream. He can feel its power. It sets his skin abuzz, and he knows he can stop this.

He slips it on, and he hears someone shout in the distance. He thinks of all the lives that will be taken if Thanos wins, and he refuses to allow it. The Titan sees him, and they both stare at each other. Peter snaps his fingers, and he's immediately consumed by ridiculous amounts of untold power, coursing through his veins like fire.

His mind screams, and he almost can't resist the knee-jerk reaction to tear the gauntlet off.

He grinds his teeth hard and drags his mind back from the depths of the pain and focuses on one single thought. Destroy Thanos and his army.

The air whines and trembles, his heart roaring in his ears like a drum as the essence of the stones wraps around him with incomprehensible power and surges outwards faster than light in a deafening shriek.

He doesn't have to look around to know it worked. He can feel it in the way every atom in his body screams in unison. It feels like he's being shredded on a molecular level.

He distantly notices that the noise has stopped all around him. There's a pressure in his ears, and he vaguely understands that it's his hearing that's gone.

His knees hit the ground, and he's suddenly hit by how tired he is. He can rest now, surely? Now that Thanos is gone. He just needs to catch his breath.

Tony's mind is a whirlwind of determination as he fights with every ounce of strength he has. All his years as Ironman, as an Avenger, are dragged back to the forefront of his mind as the hellish creatures race from Thanos's ship. He sees Pepper and Rhodey handling themselves and some of the anxiety loosens. He focuses on killing every creature he can, fighting his way closer to Thanos so they can finally end this.

The kid's here somewhere, and that knowledge brings the anxiety back tenfold.

Peter hadn't aged a day. He'd almost tripped and fell flat on his face as he stumbled and pulled the kid into his arms.

In that moment, everything was right again. His kid was back, and the world was whole.

When the screeching faceless creatures, he's about to blast, turns to dust in his hand, alarm bells ring in his head. Everyone looks around as Thanos's army disappears, but Tony's eyes are darting around trying to spot a familiar figure in red and blue. The wizard's warning is ringing in his head, and he can't see Peter. Where is he. Where is my kid.

There's a circle of people standing. He spots Rogers, and when he catches the expression on the man's face, he blasts the suit’s engines at full speed. Something is wrong, and the closer he gets, the more he has a sick feeling in his gut that it's the reason why he hasn't seen Peter.

When he sees him. Tony screams. His thoughts are a constant stream of nononono, not by son, not my kid, not Peter.

He steps out of the suit and falls to his knees and Peter-

Peter smiles at him. Tony swallows down the sobs that fight to claw their way out of his throat and smiles back.

God, his face. Half of Peter's face is charred and black. The other half is drained of all color, his normally warm cheeks now a dull grey.

Tony cups the good side of Peter's face with a shaking hand swipes his thumb over his cheek. He can't imagine the pain-Tony swallows thickly and pushes it out of his mind. Peter needs him. He can break down later.

He feels the eyes of the people gathered around them, and he doesn't care if they can see the tears streaming down his face. All he can see is the burnt face of his son, staring through him with vacant eyes.

Carefully, he brushes what curls aren't burnt out of his son's eyes. A sob catches in his throat, and then Pepper is at his side. He sucks in a shaky breath, willing himself to take some of her strength and push through.

Tony tells Peter how proud he is. He tells him about his sister, how much she loves him, and that he's her favorite hero in the whole world.

As Peter wheezes for air, dying before his eyes, he says everything he wishes he'd said sooner. Tony takes Peter's unharmed hand in his and tells him how brave and beautiful and perfect he is.

When Peter opens his mouth and can only manage to let out a croak, he hushes him gently.

"Shh, don't speak. It's okay, Pete". He says, knowing it's the furthest thing possible from okay. "You did it, underoos. We won, we won, Pete-"

He can't. His voice catches, and he can feel himself shattering irreparably. Rhodey clasps his shoulder. It gives him the strength he needs.

Tony leans forward and kisses Peter's head, cradling the back of his head. He carefully pulls him against his chest and starts rocking them back and forth, unable to hold his grief back anymore. He cries in Peter's hair.

Tony almost misses the weak squeeze to his hand. He feels Peter's lips move against his neck, and he strains to hear the shaky whisper.

"Love you, dad."

His heart jumps and bleeds. How long had he dreamt of hearing those words? And now the universe gives him his wish in the most twisted way possible.

"I love you too, Pete. God, I should have said it before. I love you so much. So much, I missed you underoos. Every day." Tony says, hating himself for not having the spine to say it sooner. So much time wasted, dancing around the obvious. Tony fucking loves the kid. And he's about to lose him forever.

Peter gasps. Tony's heart stutters at the wet, agonized sound it makes.

"M-May...tell her...'m 'orry."

Tony swears he'll tell her. He smiles and tells him how proud she'll be of him.

Peter is fading like a candle in the breeze. Tony rocks them, silently begging anyone who will listen not to take him. He's too young, too bright to be taken so soon.

But he knows what Peter needs him to say. So he forces the words he never wanted to speak out of his mouth in what he hopes is an even voice.

"It's okay, Peter. You can rest, kiddo. We'll be okay. You can sleep, bambino. I'm right here. Dad-Dad's got you."

And Peter does. His eyes are so heavy, and when Tony tells him it’s okay, he lets them fall shut. He's just so tired. And Tony's heart is steady and strong enough that he can hear it through the fog in his mind. He can rest like this in his dad's arms.

The last thing he hears is Tony's cracking voice telling him he loved him before everything fades into nothing.

The battlefield is silent with the exception of Tony's hoarse pleading and crying.

"No, no! Please, please, he's just a kid. He's just a fucking kid! Open your eyes, please, Pete, look at me. Look at me, kiddo, I'm right here-I'm here I've got you, just open your eyespleaseplease-Rhodey, god, he can't be dead. He has to go home. He was supposed to come home."

The Avengers watch the tragedy unfolding before then with mournful eyes. The wakandians give their solemn respect. T'challa looks at the boy, so much like his sister and promises to take the tales of his heroic deed back to Wakanda, The Guardians following soon after, vowing to spread the word into the depths of space. Only Nebula stops to hug Tony.

She offers the closest she can to words of comfort. "He would have grown into an exceptional warrior, Stark."

Eventually, Rhodey has to pull Tony off his kid's-his nephew's body.

Tony kicks and screams and cusses, letting out the most gut-wrenching howls as he does.

The heroes still standing on the battlefield look on with somber and pitying looks.

They return to earth, and Tony goes through the motions. He receives a stream of condolences until he mutes his notifications.

He hates it. He wants to scream and break things. Because he doesn't want to win if it's like this.

Peace isn't worth losing my son.

Yet here we are.

The world learns about Peter's sacrifice. They'll never forget that Tony's son saved the world. He'll make sure of it if it's the last thing he does. Morgan will always know how brave her brother was.

The letters and flowers never stop coming, even months after the fact. Tony and Pepper read them together. Every year, the mail comes pouring in. Parents, children, all thanking Peter for his sacrifice, sharing their stories with Tony. It helps. He feels like Peter would be happy to read these, to know how many families he reunited. They put up the drawings they receive in Peter's room. The room he never got to see.

Eventually, years later the pain gets easier to carry. Tony refuses to let his grief destroy him. Peter is gone, but Morgan and Pepper need him.

They raise Morgan with the memories of her brother, Happy and Ned and MJ all stay close in touch, reuniting for holidays and Peter's birthday to reminisce.

Tony will never stop believing it should have been him, but when he sees Morgan, all grown up and off to college, he can't help but be thankful he gets to see it. And sometimes, when they're all together, alive, and well, he swears he can feel Peter with them.

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Countless universes and timelines away, Peter opens his eyes, alive and confused, decidedly not dying in Tony's arms on Titan.

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pulaasul · 1 year

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Kisaragi Gentaro Befriends the Universe - From Space Barney to a Copy of America's Ass

Gentarou found himself in the battle against Thanos, and of course, he helps them defeat Space Barney.

A/N: Special Thanks to @flaim-ita @dangerouscommiesubversive because their posts inspired this installment. Special thanks to @rainixdra for helping me make sense with some events within Endgame.

FFN I Ao3

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Gentaro exited the dimensional veil that the members of Foundation X conjured as he chased them, and the sight of a full-scale battle across an open field greeted him.

The combatants looked like the typical monsters he and his fellow Kamen Riders fought on a daily basis against humans or at least people who looked like the typical human being, humanoids as Kengo had described himself and Nadeshiko.

Up above were flying creatures, a group of them could be called robots, and the others were winged animals that had people riding them. They were fighting gigantic worm-like creatures that wreaked havoc across the battlefield.

The most troublesome in the whole scene were the things that were floating above the flying combatants and flying worms. They were the typical spaceships commonly found in sci-fi movies. There were a lot of smaller spaceships and a large one right above them.

All of the spaceships were firing lasers wherever on the ground, not caring if they hit their friends or their enemies.

Gentaro noticed that the orange circles above some people were protecting the fighters on the ground from the lasers that rained from above.

He nodded to himself and decided to destroy the spaceships in the sky.

He utilized his warping ability and inserted the Drill Astroswitch into his belt and activated it after pressing something on his chest plate.

"Rocket on."

"Drill on."

Fourze's right hand was changed into an orange rocket while his left leg transformed into a yellow drill.

"Limit Break"

"Rider Rocket Drill Kick!" Gentaro shouted

He used the propulsion of his rocket-hand and his suit and the penetrating power of his drill to deal a huge amount of damage to the spaceships, which were promptly finished off by a woman in fire who just plowed through all of them like they were butter.

As soon as the big spaceship and many of the smaller ones were destroyed, Gentaro equipped himself with the Launcher Module with the power of the Freeze Module and began firing missiles that froze anything it touched.

As he entered free fall, he immediately fired some freeze-powered missiles on the waterspout someone was maintaining to keep the place from being flooded and froze it, creating a barrier and pillar of ice between the lake and the ground below.

As soon as he landed he fired more freeze-powered missiles on the water in front of a person and promptly froze the entire lake to keep its pressure from destroying the ice wall that had been made by freezing the waterspout.

The person, someone who was like Haruto – Kamen Rider Wizard, nodded at him to which Fourze responded with his right thumb up.

Suddenly, everyone felt a huge shockwave and it knocked everyone down, including the Wizard that Gentaro had helped a moment ago.

Scanning the battlefield, Gentaro found three people fighting a person, a person who towered over their opponents and was purple all over, with everything they've got.

Another person joined the fray, and it was the lady on fire that had destroyed the spaceships earlier.

"We do not, and under any circumstances, are we going to let that purple giant get that gauntlet." The Haruto-like person floated beside Gentaro.

Gentaro would have asked if he could befriend the towering person, but from the looks of things, that person has already made his choice and Gentaro has decided on his.

Alongside the magician, Gentaro propelled himself towards the five people fighting, overtaking the magician's speed. The purple giant was able to throw all of his opponents away from him, then made an attempt at the gauntlet with glowing rocks on it.

"Giant Foot On."

Gentaro inserted another switch that caused his right foot to transform into an oversized red boot and immediately stomped on the ground. The resulting stomp materialized a construct of a really large boot stepping on the giant's back, knocking him down face-first on the ground.

The purple giant attempted to get up once more, only for Fourze to reapply another large foot on the being's back.

A man in a blue, white, and red suit immediately tried to grab the gauntlet with a lot of glowing ovals on it, only to fail as it was hoisted in the air by an invisible force.

"Winch on."

Fourze's left hand was equipped with a winch as soon as he activated another switch into his driver and clasped the gauntlet with his hook, preventing it from going towards the enemy.

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Gentaro found himself out of his Rider suit standing on water in a vast open space filled with orange light. He was facing five differently colored gems floating in front of him, giving off an ethereal glow.

He was in awe of what he was seeing.

He silently vowed to make them his friends.

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Gentaro shook his head as he found himself back in the battle with the hook of his winch holding onto the gauntlet with the infinity stones.

A person in red and gold armor, who was most likely this world's Kamen Rider, attempted to get to the gauntlet only to get thrown away by the same force that was carrying the gauntlet.

With Fourze's attention on the infinity stones, the purple giant, Thanos, grabbed the winch and pulled it, forcing him on a direct path to his opponent, and threw him to the man he assumed to be a Kamen Rider.

"Really?" Gentaro could hear the exasperation in the man's voice. "Not only did Space Barney throw me, he decided to throw discount Buzz Lightyear on top of me? I swear, the disrespect."

"Discount Buzz Lightyear?" Gentaro couldn't help but ask.

"Look, Buzz, I don't know who you are but we need to get that gauntlet away from the purple guy."

The man instructed. The man pointed at Thanos who was fighting the lady in flames.

"I have a plan, I noticed that you too have a propulsion system like mine," The man started. "On the count of three, we rush at him and our propulsion should be enough to push him away a few steps."

"Poru-poru-what?"

"The air coming out of your suit?"

"Oh, that!"

"Did you make that su- No that's for later, you get the plan?"

Gentaro simply flashed his right thumb.

"Good, one, two, three." The man began. "Go!"

Fourze and the other Rider propelled themselves at Thanos when a blue portal appeared behind the purple alien, sending the three of them out into space.

In hindsight, Gentaro should have probably told the other Kamen Rider about his ability to open warp gates before using his ability to transport the three of them a bit further away from Earth's satellites, but he didn't.

Gentaro was actually impressed that the other Rider was able to get his bearings and began firing lasers from every inch of their suit just to put some distance between Earth and the alien. He followed the other Rider's lead and was also firing missiles at the alien.

Thanos proved to be a powerful opponent and was able to endure all the hits he took from Fourze's missiles and the other Rider's lasers. He was able to fashion himself something to defend himself from the trash that were floating in space and eventually used them to propel himself, with the aid of the explosions from Fourze's missiles, to both masked warriors.

Gentaro was able to dodge the incoming alien but the other Rider wasn't so lucky. He did not hesitate to open another warp gate back to where they came from because he knew if he did not, the other Rider and Thanos would have burned when they fall back to Earth.

Fourze pushed the two fighting combatants into the portal he just created and found himself rolling onto the ground from where they were fighting earlier.

Thanos was able to gain his composure and saw that the gauntlet was in another person's hands. He immediately grabbed the man in red and gold armor and had forgone beating the man to a pulp in favor of throwing him to the person holding the gauntlet.

Gentaro realized what Thanos was going to do and immediately rushed towards the purple giant in an effort to stop him only for him to be thwarted and be thrown to the other side and two more were thrown on top of him for good measure: one was wearing a red cape and the other was the same man in a blue, red, and white suit earlier.

Thanos grabbed the gauntlet and immediately wore it. He was about to snap his fingers when he was kneed to the ground by the flaming lady.

Thanos attempted to retaliate but the flaming lady was overpowering him. She floated over him while still holding his gauntlet-ed hand and pulled her fist with the intention of punching him to the ground.

Thanos retrieved one of the stones from the gauntlet and enclosed it in his free hand and punched the flaming lady a few yards away towards a huge stone debris, cracking it.

With no more interruptions, Thanos returned the stone back to the gauntlet and fixed it on his hand.

The only Rider in the area, whose helmet had been removed in all the chaos, tackled Thanos to the ground only to be backhanded aside by the purple being's free hand.

"I am inevitable." Thanos declared.

The towering alien raised his gauntlet-ed hand.

And

Snapped his fingers.

But

Nothing happened.

Thanos snapped his fingers once more, to no avail. He looked at the back of his gauntlet only to find the stones missing.

"And" The helmetless Rider started as he raised his right hand.

The stones were on the Rider's right arm, slowly but surely snaking their way up toward the man's armored hand.

"I"

The helmetless Rider glared at Thanos.

"Am"

The stones were positioned into their spots and glowed as power coursed through the man's body.

"Ironman."

The man snapped his fingers.

The effect was instantaneous.

All of Thanos's forces began to disintegrate to dust that would fly freely with the wind. From the damaged spaceship to the flying creatures to the number of mook soldiers the purple alien had.

All of them turned to dust.

Gentaro watched as the two people who were thrown on top of him regained consciousness and stood up.

As Gentaro watched the enemies disintegrate into dust, he realized something.

He immediately placed a switch on his driver that transformed his left leg into a faucet and then pressed something on his chest.

"Water On."

"Medical On."

"Rocket On."

Fourze flew up and sprayed water all over the battlefield, with the water module equipped on his left foot, and the rocket module on his right hand. He made sure that his fellow Kamen Rider would be doused with water more than the others.

Kengo had explained to him that if he combined the effects of the medical module with the water or even the net module, it could provide cure or relief to anyone suffering, and right now, he's hoping that every one of his buds would be alright once they were doused with water.

The part of the armor that housed the Infinity Stones broke off of the man's armor as the four people in front of Fourze's supposed fellow Kamen Rider were shedding tears with smiles on their faces.

Hopefully, Gentaro prevented the worst-case scenario.

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Gentaro woke up and found himself lying on a very comfortable bed. He could hear people talking in English.

This fact confused him, before the only language he can hear was Japanese but now he was hearing things in English.

"Ah, he's awake." A man in a white coat and blue button-up shirt went inside his room. "Tell me, do you know where you are?"

Gentaro couldn't understand a lick of anything that was said.

"Me do not know English." Gentaro replied with the meager amount of English words he knew.

Gentaro could see the confusion on the man's face, if he remembered correctly, he was the person who was like Haruto and did all that magic stuff from the water spout…

Wait, how long was he unconscious?

Hmm, that's strange…" The man continued on, not that Gentaro could understand any word that was said. "I certainly remember hearing you speaking in English during the battle, I'll have to find someone who's fluent in Japanese."

As soon as the man in a white lab coat, blue button-up shirt, black slacks, and black shoes left the room, Gentaro was able to get a look around the room he was in.

The room was all white, it looked like he was in the hospital. There were hints of color inside the room, from the painting beside the door to a gray or silver thing right in front of him.

The clothes he wore while he was in the Kyurangers' world were gone and were replaced by a white gown.

Suddenly, a bald woman entered the room and greeted Gentaro, holding up a silver tablet.

"Hello, I'm Aneka, I was told to help you with the language barrier."

"I'm Kisaragi Gentaro, do you all know I was the one inside the sky-blue rocket-like suit?"

"That's correct," Aneka nodded as she swiped on her tablet. "Nice to meet you, Kisaragi-san."

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Kisaragi Gentaro, Kamen Rider Fourze." He ended his introduction by slick-ing the side of his hair backward before offering his hand.

Out of courtesy, Aneka took the hand only to be flabbergasted when she was subjected to Gentaro's signature handshake. It was like the special handshake that the King and Princess had.

"If I may be so bold to ask, Kisaragi-san, what were you doing at the Avenger's compound?" Aneka asked.

"Ah, that? I was chasing some bad guys from another universe and the next thing I know was getting involved in the fight against Thanos." Gentaro answered. "My friends were having so much trouble and I could, not, just not help."

"I see…" Aneka hummed when something from on her body rang. "Sorry, I need to attend to other matters."

"It's fine." Gentaro offered a smile.

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Sometime later, Gentaro met with some of the universe's heroes, and was introduced to them, and were also subjected to Gentaro's signature handshake. Everything was made possible with Aneka's assistance of breaching the language barrier.

With his translator's help, Gentaro was able to tell everyone what he had told Aneka earlier.

"Eh? He's not a Kamen Rider?" Gentarou exclaimed.

"He's called Ironman," Aneka translated for her king. "Although I can see why you'd mistake him as one considering you wear armor similar to his."

"We need to rebuild the machine and return the stones from when we took them." A hulking green giant stated.

"We know, Bruce, but with Tony out of commission, it's going to have to take a backseat." The man in a blue, white, and red suit shook his head.

"Besides, when the Japanese's belt fell off, it stuck to the stones like glue and anyone who tries to remove one from the other will get shocked."

"Belt? What about my belt?"

"So when your sky-blue suit disappeared, the ornate belt you were wearing fell off from your waist and was stuck to the hand armor that housed the infinity stones," Aneka translated for the green giant. "Anyone who tries to remove the belt from the hand armor was getting mild shocks."

"Can I take a look?"

"Dr. Strange did say he was in good health, just exhausted, we should consult him before making a decision." T'challa stated.

"The king says that we need to see someone and ask if you could look at the stones and the belt." Aneka summarized her king's words.

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As soon as Gentaro looked at the Fourze Driver, he immediately knew what his next move was, and that was to remove the Fourze Driver from the table, which he immediately did.

"Wha-'

"Oh, everyone's speaking in Japanese now."

"Interesting," The Hulk hummed. "So that belt acts as a universal translator for you and enables you to speak the language of who you are talking to."

"I can hear him speaking in Xhosa." T'challa nodded his head.

"That certainly proves a point." Dr. Strange nodded.

"As I understand, you came from another world and were chasing your brand of villains to this one before getting involved in the fight against Thanos." Captain America voiced out.

"That's right," Gentaro grinned. "I wasn't aware of what they were doing until they kidnapped me so that I could aid in their escape in the future."

"It's no doubt because of that blue portal that appeared during your fight with Thanos." Dr. Strange concluded.

"Do you have an idea on how to track the villains you were chasing?"

"Sadly, no." Gentaro admitted. "I'll only be able to track them once they use their ability to travel to another universe."

"It's not magic?"

"No, it's not." Gentaro shook his head.

"Tell us about these villains that you were chasing." Falcon prompted.

And with that Gentaro told everyone in the room about an organization called Foundation X and how they were called the merchants of death.

"So Hydra wannabes." Falcon stated his distaste.

"It's bad enough that they have access to things that revive monsters and generals that have already been defeated."

"Rest up, Gentaro," The Hulk patted the Japanese teacher. "We'll help you in tracking this Foundation X."

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Days passed, and Gentaro finally got a lead about Foundation X. They had claimed to be members of Damage Control but they matched the clothing Gentaro said they would wear as their uniform.

Some people had contacted the Avengers and the King of Wakanda about suspicious individuals who fit Gentaro's description of Foundation X.

Both Captain America and Ironman, once he was briefed on what's happening, suggested that they inform the US government about this group of white-clothed men because Foundation X has a chance of being capable of replicating what was done to Captain America.

Apparently, Captain America had relatively the same story as the first among the Kamen Riders, Kamen Rider Ichigou.

"Fighting an army of America's ass isn't my kind of hobby." Ironman quipped.

Once everything got settled, including making sure that Ironman stayed in bed, Dr. Strange made a circular orange portal that led them back to the Avengers' compound.

The battlefield where the fight against Thanos happened.

"Of course, Fourze is here!" A man in white clothes cussed.

"The sample we got should be enough." Another one yelled. "We need to go!"

"Oh no, you don't!" Gentaro exclaimed. "Henshin!"

Gentaro transformed into Fourze Base states and rushed towards the Foundation X grunts when monstrous beings erupted from the ground.

"This time, they're using Yummies?"

"I believe you haven't told us about Yummies." The Hulk prompted.

"They're not the enemies I faced back when I was really active in fighting against them but from what I've been told, we are fighting against white Yummies and they're born from human desires."

"Does nothing happen to the people they're born from?" Dr. Strange questioned as he blocked a strike with a solid magic circle.

"No, no side-effects to them."

"They're not sentient?" Hawkeye asked.

"No."

"Very well."

What followed next was the destruction of the white yummy army that the members of Foundation X haphazardly made. Their numbers thinned before any of them could step off of the Avengers compound.

They were cornered.

Surrender yourselves, we have your group surrounded," Captain America stepped forward. "We promise nothing harmful will come to you if you surrender."

"This is a good experiment as any," One Foundation X member hissed at his companion. "Quick give me one vial of the blood."

"But sir, it'd only be destroyed with Fourze around!" The other hissed back.

"I know that, we're just stalling for time."

As the Avengers and Fourze waited for the cornered Foundation X members to respond, they were immediately on guard when one of them smeared some red liquid onto a Cell Medal and inserted it into his head.

A blue, red, and white yummy was born from the foundation X member. It staggered forward before it shouted and rushed toward Captain America.

"This one is quite strong," Captain America grunted. "A lot stronger than the ones we fought earlier."

Suddenly, more yummies erupted from the ground and distracted everyone from the fleeing Foundation X members.

"They are weak but they are harder to destroy." Black Panther commented.

"They get knocked down but they stand back up." The Hulk agreed.

"I'm worried about the Yummy Captain America is fighting," Dr. Strange blasted one yummy away from him. "They did something for it to be able to match his strength."

"Go!" The Hulk grabbed the three yummies that pursued Dr. Strange. "Analyze it."

Dr. Strange nodded as he flew towards Captain America and the yummy he was fighting and moved his magic-circle-engulfed hands in an attempt to make sense of the enemy Captain America was fighting.

"No!" Doctor Strange gasped.

"What's wrong?" Black Panther kicked two yummies away from him.

"That yummy is the same as Captain America, a super soldier." Doctor Strange assisted the star-spangled hero and blasted it away, giving Captain America some kind of breather.

"What do you mean?" Hawkeye shot three yummies in their heads.

"The red liquid it was smeared with earlier contained Captain America's blood."

"Which means it's the same as a Super Soldier." The Hulk concluded.

"Cosmic On."

"Leave him to me." Gentaro stated as his suit changed color from white to sky-blue.

Fourze spun in place and slashed the yummies he was fighting, destroying them in an explosion. He then rushed to the yummy Captain America was fighting as a blue portal opened up behind the yummy and it inside the portal.

As they exited the portal, Gentaro found himself in space, with his opponent flailing to get to somewhere but to no avail.

An orange rocket was equipped on Gentaro's hand and a yellow drill was equipped on his leg.

"Rider Rocket Drill Kick!" Gentaro exclaimed

Fourze used the propulsion of his rocket to rush toward his enemy and used his drill-equipped leg to pierce through his enemy.

As soon as Gentaro was back on Earth, he was greeted by the Avengers destroying the yummies in fiery explosions as a team, ending it with the Hulk punching them.

Gentaro scanned the field, and sure enough, he found the foundation X members scurrying toward a helicopter.

However before any of them could even board the helicopter, Gentaro saw The Hulk leap and landed on the helicopter's tail all the while grabbing the pilot and co-pilot's clothes and pulling them to safety.

Another orange portal opened and came out another person.

"Col. Rhodes," Black Panther greeted.

"King T'challa," The suited man nodded. "I got the okay for keeping these foundation X stooges in Wakanda custody."

"You can refer to Ayo on securing these people."

"As you wish, King T'challa." A voice gave her ascent as multiple women in red and gold garb began taking the members of Foundation X away."

"That was a nice save!" Gentaro grinned.

"All in a day's work for a military personnel," The named Col. Rhodes shook his head. "I still haven't thanked you for saving Tony's life."

"Of course! Anything for my buds!" Gentaro grinned as he stretched out his hand.

"Buds?"

Col. Rhodes cautiously accepted the offered hand only to be thrown for a loop when he wasn't greeted with a normal handshake, but rather a unique one.

"Don't worry, Col." Hawkeye stepped forward. "We were just as surprised as you when we were subjected to his brand of handshake at first."

"Okay?"

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"So what have we got on the canvasses here?" An unarmored Ironman walked into a room watching an interrogation of Foundation X members.

"Canvasses?" Captain America, wearing civilian clothes, questioned.

"Them?" Ironman pointed at the people getting interrogated with a raised eyebrow. "These men in white doing some voodoo shit or something.

"They're tough nuts to crack," Hawkeye commented. "They haven't said a word, not even in a different language."

"Are we sure they didn't take any pills to silence themselves?"

"One attempted but Dr. Strange managed to get all of the pills inside their mouths and destroyed them."

"What about you, rocket head, what's the deal about them?"

"Rocket head? Me?" Gentaro pointed at himself at the new nickname he received.

"Who else? You're the one who looks like a rocket with your armor on." Ironman replied cheekily.

"Weren't you informed?" Captain America frowned.

"I was, but I want the story to come from him." Ironman pointed at Gentaro.

"Me?"

Tony nodded.

Gentaro obliged a retold everyone how he came to this universe.

"So a multiverse, huh?"

"I don't know about whatever-verse, but they took me from my Earth so that they can try to control me and help them escape every time."

"That is a good strategy," Ironman nodded. "You have the power to create portals to wherever you want to go, you would make a fancy getaway person."

"How did you escape them?" Dr. Strange asked.

"My friends in that universe saved me." Gentaro grinned.

Before any further discussion could occur, a Wakandan interrogator was slammed to the wall as an aurora curtain appeared in front of Gentaro and the others.

"What in the-"

"Did you lot at least get the samples I asked of you?" A person exited the veil and broke the captured Foundation X member free from their restraints.

"Had to use one of the American Captain's," The captured member rubbed their wrists in an attempt to ease the pain on them. "Fourze's here and he's given the heroes of this world intel about us."

"I knew we shouldn't have even attempted to use a Shocker Rider for this," The other member growled. "No matter, we still have more blood samples from the American Captain to use, where are the other samples?"

The captured member simply pointed at the table that was littered with small vials of debris, that presumably contained DNA samples of the world's heroes.

"On no, you don't!" Gentaro burst through the wall, after transforming into his white suit, and immediately grabbed the hand that was going for the vials of debris.

"Kamen Rider Fourze," the man observed. "I knew it was a mistake attempting to use one of you Riders for this operation."

"And I'm thankful for it, this way you can't hurt any of my buds any longer." Gentaro growled out.

"Grab the vials!"

"Oh no, you don't!"

The Avengers made short work of the attackers and neutralized all of them.

T'challa made sure his subject was okay before asking someone else to bring the interrogator somewhere to be treated.

"Tch, these white yummies are so weak." The Foundation X member fighting Gentaro clicked their tongue. "No matter, we just need to overwhelm them with numbers."

As if on cue, more and more yummies, filed out of the aurora veil and began attacking the Avengers. Whenever one of the yummies fall, three more took it's place.

"We need to cut through them!" Black Panther called out as he unleashed the stored kinetic energy from within his suit, blowing the yummies away from him.

"What about the people inside them?"

"They're separate from their hosts." Gentaro assured Iron Man.

"Is it alright?" Ironman couldn't help but ask.

"We'll suffer more casualties if we don't."

"You asked for it," Iron Man stated as he fired a laser blast through their enemies, piercing through the wall of the interrogation room.

"We need to get out of here!"

"Not until we get those vials."

As the combatants fought, someone sneakily walked past everyone who was fighting and went toward the pedestal where the vials were deposited.

Captain America immediately noticed that someone was by the pedestal and immediately threw his shield towards the wall and made it ricochet towards the pedestal, forcing the Foundation X member to duck, and destroyed the vials as a result.

"No!" The Foundation X member Gentaro was fighting kicked Fourze out of his way and made his way back to the veil, releasing the captive Foundation X members along the way. "This was a failure, we need to fall back, now!"

"Wha- but!"

"Now!"

Everyone in white uniform nodded as they escaped to the veil.

The Avengers attempted to give chase but a new wave of yummies exited the veil and began to overwhelm the Avengers.

"Decade on."

Fourze's one leg turned magenta with Decade's face on his knee. He stomped once and stopped the decay of the curtain. As soon as he made sure that his ticket of following the enemies was in place, he immediately helped the Avengers clean up and defeated all of the yummies until nothing came through.

"You should follow them," Black Panther offered.

"Don't worry about us, we'll handle things here." Iron Man assured.

"Are you sure?"

"Buds help each other out, right?" Hawkeye gave Fourze a big smile.

"Thanks a lot!" Gentaro bowed at the heroes of this world before chasing after the members of Foundation X through the aurora curtain.

"So, Gandalf, what do you think?"

Everyone was finished fighting their respective sets of monsters, which soon caused mini explosions, leaving nothing in their wake.

"I am a sorcerer, not a wizard, Stark," Dr. Strange rolled his eyes. "As for your question, I know that their means of travel to different transportation isn't mystical in nature."

"Alien origin, then?" Professor Hulk offered.

"He did claim to be rescued by aliens." Hawkeye added.

"No," Dr. Strange shook his head. "It's hard to pinpoint, but that power originated in a different world. It's like there's a rift in space and you just arrived at your destination."

"So it's like your means of transportation, then?" Black Panther asked.

"Yes, but instead of places in this universe, it's other universes." Dr. Strange nodded.

#kisaragi gentaro befriends the multiverse #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #kamen rider fourze #kamen rider #gentaro kisaragi #kisaragi gentaro #ironman #tony stark #captain america #Steve Rogers #t'challa #black panther #dr strange #stephen strange #clint barton #hawkeye #avengers endgame #story

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kurozu501 · 5 years

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infinity war is on netflix now which means its easier then ever to rewatch it and spot all the flaws and plot holes.

#why does loki do something so stupid as walking up to the guy he just 'we have a hulk'd and pretending to be loyal to him instead of running #hey if wong can save tony by just casually portaling big ugly to the arctic why didnt he or strange do that from the start #i know tony's whole 'thanos will never see it coming if we do something as dumb as taking a small disorganized force with a stone to him'#thing is SUPPOSED to be a bad plan but like. its bad. come up with a better way for him to make a mistake writers #hey isnt it funny how a lot of the marketing for this movie was like 'the avengers and the gotg will finally meet!'#and then they just fucking kill all the guardians besides rocket #why is the moment tony hesitates to call cap done so poorly #obvs they are going for tony hesitating a moment too long and then its too late #but theres like a full two minutes of him noticing wind and him and the others walking outside and talking and THEN fighting #during which he's not calling cap when he could just hit call and ask someone else to look outside at the wind #just have the baddies bust in immediately instead of doing drama on the street so theres no time between tony's hesitation and the fight #this movie starts with mass murder torture and onscreen impalement and neck snapping so the wacky gotg scenes make such tone whiplash #like dude thor just watched almost all his people die. heimdal stabbed in front of him. loki's neck snapped. why is he quipping so casually #hey the whole 'lol that was just my genjutsu' stuff with the reality stone is so lame and weak #why does steve say 'we dont trade lives' to vision but then seemingly have no issue with asking an army of wakandans to lay down theirs #also why didnt thanos send an army from the start instead of tiny teams the avengers could easily fend off #why are the wakandan army tactics so shit? do they not have air support? just bomb the creatures trying to circle the shield instead #and if you are gonna lower the shields and let them in shoot them from a distance instead of charging in jfc #avengers infinity war #like theres SO MUCH it just all goes by so quickly you dont have time to go 'wait…' for most scenes

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sgt-seabass · 3 years

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𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒚

Bucky finds out his first love is still alive after the events of Endgame.

pairing — bucky x reader w/c — 1,299

warnings — referenced death of reader, angst and feels a/n: This was written while listening to Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens. I was very obviously in my feelings at the time. this is just kinda a depression healing drabble. bolded text it a direct quote from the song. please let me know if you enjoy ❤️ Gif by dailybuckybarnes.

James Buchanan Barnes liked to think he knew about sadness, about loss. After seventy years as a brainwashed prisoner of war, he’d resigned to the fact that the world he knew was gone, and it wasn’t coming back.

Brooklyn was a skeleton of the place he knew. The alleys he’d saved Steve from getting beaten up in were the same, but everything else was different. Many of the old buildings had been torn down and remodelled.

It wasn’t home, not anymore.

He’d spent so long fighting for his mind back, that he had assumed his first and only love, who he left behind when he went to war, would have moved on with her life. After all, who could love him now anyway?

But before he left to live his own happiness in the past, Steve had handed him a small manilla folder. Its contents, her contact details and current location, put an indescribable pit in his stomach.

She was in hospice care, her cancer taking the last of her life. She had no family left. Never married. Never had children.

Bucky remembered the fresh-faced 18-year-old he kissed goodbye before he went to war. She was ninety-four now. Lived a life, a life that Bucky wished he could have been a part of. But that was taken from him.

Bucky stood at the door of her room, a vase of hydrangeas in his shaky hands, her favourite. With a deep breath, Bucky knocked and entered.

The first thing he smelt was her perfume. It was still the same scent of her all those years ago, when he loved to snuggle his face into the crook of her neck and place delicate little kisses along her collarbone and she’d giggle endlessly.

“Oh James, look at you.” She took in the sight of him. Freshly shaved hair, looking just like the man in uniform she knew so well.

Her voice was as sweet as he remembered. As he looked at her, after all these years, she was still just as beautiful as the day he left. Her hair was grey and thin, and body frail and winkled, but underneath it all, he could still see his doll. His love.

The sun’s rays trickled between the curtains, illuminating her in a shimmering light.

“It’s rude to stare, you know.”

“Sorry, ma’am.” Bucky quipped, heart fluttering at the way her smile shone brightly. It was blinding and it made him feel a warmth he hadn’t felt in seventy-eight years.

Bucky placed the vase on her bedside table, next to the photo of her and Peggy Carter and among the various medications with names longer than Bucky could ever understand.

Bucky sat in the creaky chair next to her, taking her small soft hand into his, rubbing small circles as he spoke. “Steve he— He’s gone back. To be with Peggy.” Bucky didn’t mean for there to be a small crack in his voice, but he couldn’t help it.

“I’m sorry James, I know what he meant to you.”

He took a moment to take a deep shuddering breath, mind full of memories of a happier time. Of what ifs. What if he could have taken the stones back?

“I just— I guess I wish that could have been us…”

“That’s just not the way our story is meant to go. I saw the difference you’ve made, saw you fighting alongside Steve against Thanos. You made me so proud, my love. The modern world needs you, especially if Steve is gone.”

Bucky hadn’t meant to start crying, but tears started to trickle down his cheeks as he looked at her sickly form. He’d tried to keep it together, he really had. But seeing her like this, wondering what could have been if he hadn’t followed Steve into war, it cut deeper than any scar he’d had before. And Hydra had scarred him a lot.

“My little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me, what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July? We’re all gonna die.”

She leaned forward to slowly wipe the tears from his cheeks, letting him rest his cheek against her palm. Her smile softened as he pressed a soft kiss to her hand.

“But what if I need you? I— I don’t think I’m ready to do this on my own.”

“Love, you won’t be on your own. You just need to let people into that stubborn heart of yours. You need to make the most of your life.”

“Why didn’t you remarry?”

If the question caught her off guard, she didn’t show it, moving her hand to gently run it through Bucky’s hair, the feeling eliciting a small shiver from him.

“We’d promised, til death do us part, and you didn’t die, James. You were it for me. But now it’s my turn to go, you need to make the most of your new chance at life.”

They spoke for hours after that. It felt natural, as if no time had passed. Bucky felt whole, felt like the James Barnes he’d lost so long ago.

When it was time to leave, Bucky didn’t feel ready. He gave her a gentle hug, but when he wouldn’t hug tight enough, she tickled him at his sides until he did.

As he pulled back, she took the promise ring he had gifted her before he left from her left ring finger.

She’d kept it. After all this time.

“A reminder. I’m there with you, so don’t go wasting your life, James.”

She held the ring out to him, not taking no for an answer when he tried to refuse. He let her sit up and take the dog tags from his neck, slipping the ring onto the chain so it nestled close to his heart.

“Now you don’t go wearing this ring when you find a new dame. Or I will haunt you.”

Bucky chuckled sadly, nodding his head as he knew it was time to go. He closed his eyes, placing a kiss on her forehead before pecking her lips.

As he approached the door his steps felt heavy. He knew once he passed the threshold of the room, there was no going back.

“I’ll see you later, doll.”

“Goodbye, for now, my sweet.”

She passed not long after his visit, as if she had been holding out for him, knowing he needed the closure.

The funeral was nice, as nice as funerals could be. Bucky got to hear her friends talk about the life she lived, and he could imagine himself there with her, living those moments like they were his own.

Her friends had been kind enough to offer him the chance to speak, but he couldn’t.

After the service Bucky returned to his apartment, her wedding ring jingling delicately against his dog tags.

With a sigh, Bucky sat on his makeshift bed on the floor, which was really just blankets and a pillow on the hardwood. Next to him, sat Steve’s book.

Bucky ran his flesh fingers against the smooth cover before he opened up to the page Steve wrote his list on. With teary eyes, he felt across the penmanship, feeling where the pen had pressed into the page, leaving a small divot. For a moment, he felt like his love, Peggy and Steve were just going to walk through the door of his apartment, and everything would be alright.

But that wasn’t going to happen. And so, Bucky opened to a fresh page, staring at the stark white before he began writing.

A list of names. Those he had wronged.

If he was going to forgive himself, going to move on with his life as she wanted, he knew he had to make amends for his actions as the Winter Soldier first.

#bucky barnes #buckybarnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes imagine #winter soldier #wintersoldier #mcu #marvel #Fourth of July #ambswrites

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hottpinkpenguin · 2 years

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Saudade - Chapter I

Part of the Druig x Elena AU (see full AU list here)

Characters: Druig x Fem!OC (Elena)

Summary: Druig and Elena host the Eternals for Christmas. Two major revelations happen: one expected, and one not.

Warnings: MAJOR Eternals spoilers; angst

Read Chapter II here

Word Count: 2633

all my love to @bellejeanx❤ for her help, constant support, and consultation

Saudade - a feeling of longing, melancholy, or nostalgia

Christmas Morning - 2023 South Dakota, USA

Christmas Eve came quietly to South Dakota that year.

Gilgamesh and Thena did not.

The sun hadn’t risen yet, and Druig recognized the house-rattling pounds of Gilgamesh’s fist on the front door. Lyla was already halfway down the staircase, squealing in delight at the arrival of Auntie Thena and Uncle Gil, before Druig knew what was happening.

“What is that?” Elena murmured through a yawn, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes in the darkness. She hadn’t been sleeping well recently, and as much as Druig was happy to have the others joining them for Christmas, he wished Gilgamesh and Thena had left them to their slumber longer. Eternals didn’t need sleep the way mortals did, and Druig had seen darkening circles under Elena’s eyes in recent weeks.

“Thena and Gilgamesh,” he replied, tossing the blankets and comforter back so he could swing his legs out from the bed. “Go back to bed, Lena,” he encouraged, leaning over and giving her forehead a kiss. The sounds of the front door opening and Thena’s excited cooing over Lyla wafted up the staircase.

“No no no, I can’t sleep when we have guests, Dru,” Elena chided, sitting up and turning on her bedside lamp. Her dark hair was escaping from its braid and slung over one shoulder. She looked more refreshed than Druig had seen her in weeks - ever since the parent-teacher conference at Lyla’s school. Elena loved Christmastime, and she’d been doting over the preparations ever since Druig had pitched the idea of hosting the other Eternals (some of them, anyways) for the holidays.

Druig took a moment to drink Elena in as she undid her braid and raked her hands through her hair. She was wearing the red flannel pajamas he’d bought her for Christmas the year before, and the black stone pendant he’d gotten her for her birthday that summer glimmered in the soft light of the lamp. She stretched her arms overhead, face contorted in a yawn as she slowly worked her muscles into wakefulness. When she caught him smiling absently at her, she cocked her head at him, a playful grin dancing across her lips.

“Hey,” she taunted, nodding her chin at him.

“What?” he asked.

“Merry Christmas, love,” she replied, crawling over to the edge of the bed close to where he stood. He met her there, holding her head against his chest as she listened to his heartbeat, planting a few soft kisses against the top of her head. It was gratifying to see her playful demeanor peak back through the pall of worry they’d both been cast under in the last few months.

After losing Ajack earlier in the year and finding out about the looming Emergence (and subsequent obliteration of Earth and all its life), Druig had felt himself crumbling under the weight of a slowly increasing terror. The prospect of losing Elena and Lyla was all too real; he’d lost them before, for five years after Thanos had snapped half the universe out of existence. He’d been reunited with them after a triumphant miracle, but he knew better than to bank on another. He’d very nearly lost them yet again in the Amazon after a close encounter with a Deviant. And here he was, once more, teetering on the knife’s blade of a third tragedy. It felt like standing sightless on the edge of a cliff, with only the rushing wind to tell you how close you were to falling over the side.

And then there was the very real problem of Ikaris. A few months ago, at Lyla’s kindergarten parent-teacher conference, Druig and Elena had realized that Lyla’s close brush with Ajack’s death had been closer than they’d originally realized. In moments when Druig doubted the truth of his accusations against Ikaris, the image of Lyla’s drawing resurfaced from his memory: Ikaris, drawn in blue with lightning bolts shooting out of his eyes, hovering in the white space above Ajack’s blue-and-gold armored body on the ground, large black Xs where her eyes should have been.

Elena and Druig had agreed that Druig would need to read Lyla’s memories in order to see exactly what she saw that day almost seven months ago to lead her to draw that picture. They had also agreed to wait to do this with the other Eternals present, with the notable exception of Ikaris, of course. Christmas had presented the perfect opportunity to bring them all together. Druig wished the invitation he’d extended to his companions had been just that, a simple invitation extended in the spirit of hospitality, but life had taken a dark turn as of late. Druig worried that his and Elena’s days of simple invitations may be behind him, if they ever knew those days at all. With a pained twinge in his chest, Druig reflected on the magnitude of danger he’d put Elena and Lyla in since coming into their lives almost ten years ago. And to think he had originally thought that he could keep Elena safe by being in her life…

“Hey, my love, come back to me.” Elena’s hands framed Druig’s face, forcing his gaze to meet hers, her large hazel eyes swimming in concern. “Where’d you go?” she asked gently, probing his thoughts.

“Ah, nothing. Just thinking about how Gilgamesh is going to eat all the pancakes,” he quipped, hoping his light-hearted tone and subtle reminder of their guests downstairs was enough to distract Elena from pressing him further. He saw her worry collapse into amusement as she smiled back at him, a musical laugh dancing from her lips as she stood from the bed, sliding into slippers and starting down the stairs. He heard Lyla’s delighted exclamation of “mama!” as she recognized Elena’s footfalls, the sound of a stool sliding across the kitchen tile and small, sock-clothed feet pattering on the floor as Lyla rushed towards her mother.

Druig watched as his wife’s frame slowly retreated down the stairwell, her face lit in profile by the white lights of their Christmas tree as she lifted Lyla up into her arms, a captivating smile tracing her face as she extended her free arm towards Thena for a hug. A warm feeling of contentment settled in his chest, replacing the aching uneasiness that had been there a moment before. Worry would have to wait another day, he decided, making his own way down the stairs to join the others…

Later that night

Nice holiday? Makkari asked, settling in next to Druig across from the comforting warmth of the fire. Druig slid over on the couch, making room for his oldest and closest friend with a grateful smile. Of all the Eternals, Druig felt the closest to Makkari. Although she couldn’t hear, she was the best listener of all of them.

A perfect one, he replied, casting an appreciative glance over towards the kitchen where Sprite, Thena, Phastos, and Elena were engaged in a lively debate over the legalities of Phastos’ most recent Monopoly move. Sitting on the rug directly in front of the fire was Lyla, fast asleep in Kingo’s arms, rendering the usually garrulous comedian momentarily quiet, while Gilgamesh read to her from one of Lyla’s multiple Frozen-themed books, unaware that his audience had long ago succumbed to the drowsy warmth of the fire. Sersi, Phastos’ husband Ben, and their son Jack were visible on the porch through the french doors at the back of the house, taking in the South Dakota night sky, their breath rising around their faces in vapors.

Next to him, Makkari took in the scene as well. It’s good to have everyone together again, she signed, tucking her legs up underneath her. Druig nodded in agreement, wondering if the conversation was going in the direction he suspected.

Almost everyone, Makkari continued, raising her eyebrows at Druig pointedly. He took a sip from his whiskey, avoiding her gaze.

Druig, Makkari pressed on, why isn’t Ikaris here?

Druig chewed his lip, watching the way the firelight and the Christmas tree lights reflected in his glass. Druig knew Makkari better than to expect that she would let this go, but he figured hedging was still worth a shot.

Didn’t get the invitation, he replied curtly. Makkari pursed her lips, unsatisfied.

Because you didn’t give him one, she retorted, her reply less a question and more a statement. She knew Druig better than anyone, and she could see right through his weak attempt to divert her attention off of the subject. He tried to busy himself with studying the brown liquid in his glass again, but Makkari was losing patience for his stalling. She smacked his arm lightly. Don’t deny it, she continued.

Fine, I don’t deny it, he replied sullenly, earning an eye roll from her. He saw the dogged expression in her face and knew that he owed her an explanation; and she knew he knew it. He cast a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching before continuing.

There’s something Elena and I need to tell everyone, Druig signed, watching Makkari’s face for her reaction. She didn’t seem surprised.

Something about Ikaris? she asked. Druig nodded once, feeling uncomfortable with having the conversation in the open where the others could see, although they all looked engrossed in their respective distractions. Although they’d all find out eventually, he was loath to ruin the relaxation at the end of a perfect Christmas Day together.

Something about Ajack and Ikaris? Makkari asked again. Druig couldn’t help but let his eyes widen briefly in surprise at Makkari’s question. Although short lived, Makkari saw his reaction. So he killed her then, Makkari signed back, a grim expression settling in her eyes. Druig could hardly contain himself he was so taken aback by his friend’s statement.

How did you know that? he asked intensely. Makkari’s normally serene countenance was weighty and serious as she returned his questioning gaze.

I’ve had my doubts for a while, she admitted. At first, I thought it was lucky that Ikaris found Ajack so shortly after she’d died and that Lyla had been alive. Then I saw how Lyla acted around him afterwards. Always startled, scared of him. She’s not scared of anyone. Not even Gilgamesh.

Druig watched Makkari’s signing, racing to keep up as she got faster with the speed of her thoughts. He hadn’t considered Lyla’s reticence around Ikaris previously. Their time together was so short that he struggled to remember the interactions Makkari was referencing. Slowly, a few moments came back to him: when Ikaris had first shown up in the Amazon, when he’d come into Elena’s room at the hospital in Manaus. He realized Lyla had been unusually timid around Ikaris. Druig had chalked it up to exhaustion, but Makkari was right: it was out of Lyla’s character to be scared, even around beings like the Eternals.

What about Lyla? Druig asked. Lyla surviving was the one detail that plucked at Druig, because it didn’t fit with the narrative. Ikaris may be difficult and arrogant, but he wasn’t sloppy. Letting Lyla - a potential witness - live didn’t make any sense to Druig.

I thought about that too, Makkari agreed. But I don’t think Ikaris knew Lyla was here. He didn’t go to the wedding, so he wouldn’t have known that you and Elena were away or that you’d left Lyla here, would he? She must have hidden and kept quiet. He probably never even knew she was here. Druig considered Makkari’s points. The chaos of the wedding, the honeymoon, Ajack’s death, and the near-deadly brush with the Deviant in the Amazon had left Druig’s mind foggy to the details of the weeks prior. He remembered Ikaris hadn’t come to the wedding - and with a dark chuckle, remembered that he hadn’t exactly tried to make sure Ikaris received an invitation. It seemed a convenient coincidence to think that Ikaris would have found out about Ajack’s opposition to the Emergence, but not the fact that Lyla was in her care. As he continued to turn Makkari’s viewpoint over in his mind, however, Druig found himself warming to the idea.

Druig marveled at Makkari’s insights. The same facts had been staring him in the face for months, with arguably higher stakes, and he’d failed to see them. That familiar twinge in his chest bloomed into a searing pain as the dangers he’d put Elena and Lyla in were compounded by his own ignorance of the truth.

Ajack wanted to stop the Emergence, and he killed her for it, Makkari finished, almost out of breath from the ferocity with which her thoughts had come tumbling out. Druig felt smacked by the last statement as his mind grappled to connect the dots.

Ajack wanted to stop the Emergence? he clarified. Makkari nodded.

She told me and Sersi a few days before you left for your honeymoon. She wanted to wait until you and Elena returned before telling everyone else, she informed him. Ikaris must have found out, and he killed her.

“What are you two busy bodies yammering on about over there?” Kingo called from the rug, rising from the floor. Lyla - still fast asleep - had been lifted into Thena’s arms, the girl’s sleep-heavy head leaning against Thena’s shoulder as she carried her up the stairs to bed. It seemed the Monopoly game had finally broken up, and judging by the gloomy cast of Elena’s eyes, she had not been victorious.

Secrets of the universe, Kingo, Makkari shot back with an impressively casual smirk. After millennia of conversing alone in quiet corners, the other Eternals weren’t too suspicious of Makkari and Druig absenting themselves from social gatherings to secretly conspire, and thankfully they used it to their advantage. Despite the millions of questions tearing through his mind, Druig painted on an expression he hoped was as convincingly nonchalant as Makkari’s, stretching out his arms to hug a pouting Elena as she sank onto his lap.

“I lost,” she grumbled, her pretty mouth turned down into a laughably outsized frown. Druig couldn’t help but chuckle a bit; he always found her ridiculously endearing when she pouted.

“And I didn’t,” Sprite practically sang as she pranced into the room, small golden and green fireworks dancing around the ceiling to celebrate her victory, courtesy of her powers of illusion.

Phastos groaned from where he’d come to lean against the doorway to the family room, his husband Ben materializing beside him to place a peck on his cheek. “And we’ll never hear the end of it,” Phastos grumbled, his own sullen expression almost pouty enough to rival Elena’s.

“Well, Phastos, I seem to remember you still haven’t let us forget about your little stunt with that round navigating thing you gifted to the Chinese - what was that, like eight thousand years ago now? And what was that thing called again?” Kingo was up now and, in typical fashion, riling everyone up.

“A compass,” Gilgamesh called out, earning a collective groan from the Eternals as they all remembered Phastos’ incessant centuries-long bragging.

“Oh, I see, so we’re comparing one of the most significant moments in all of human evolution to a game of Star Wars Monopoly,” Phastos replied indignantly, unable to keep himself from rising to Kingo’s taunts. Ben swatted playfully at his husband’s shoulder.

Druig felt Elena’s shoulders shaking in laughter as the group devolved into raucous but good-natured bickering around them. Her oversized pout slowly dissolved, replaced by an expression of ease as she nestled against his shoulder, her arms wrapped lazily around his neck. He grabbed her chin with his hand, bringing her lips gently up to meet his for a soft kiss. For the second time that day, Druig decided that his worries could wait just a little bit longer…

#druig x elena au #druig x elena oc #druig imagine #druig headcanon #druig x oc #druig angst #druig #druig fanfiction #eternals #eternals imagine #druig au #druig eternals #druig fluff

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Not gonna lie, I thought they’d bring in Spider-Man from the Zombie universe as a multiversal Avenger, and sacrifice Zombie Thanos with his near-complete Infinity Gauntlet to hold off Ultron for a bit!

Zombie Wanda was HYPE but alas, Ultron took advantage of her moment of hesitation, poor girl... And she hadn’t ascended as the Scarlet Witch yet in that timeline, which is ultimately better for the survivors anyhow- At least she’s out of her zombified misery! I just hope Wanda’s soul returns to HER timeline’s afterlife to reunite with Vision... And good thinking on Strange’s part to have the protection spells, glad the writers justified how these other characters can last for even a second against Ultron!

Definitely saw Killmonger’s betrayal happening with how he was conspicuously absent later during the fight! I’m sad over that... At the very least, he and Zola (who was given a nice comic accurate appearance, I was wondering where he was for a while!) don’t seem to be aware of their situation, and are literally trapped in that moment forever! It’s basically like a time loop of the same few seconds they grapple for the Infinity Stones, but they don’t realize it’s a time loop, which is how it normally works unless you’re Dormammu and completely outside of time.

I was really delighted at least to see Killmonger amongst the Multiverse Avengers, but I do wish we got more of him and his interactions with the team... But given how he planned to betray them all, I guess that makes sense. Still, I’m really curious as to what was going on in his head that entire time, especially when he saw T’challa again?

Was really hoping for a Killmonger happy ending ngl... Dude wanted to do tangible good with the Infinity Stones unlike Thanos and Ultron. Dude sort of got the Nebula storyline from the comics as the person who takes the Infinity Stones from the antagonist; And anyhow, if they could redeem Thanos and Strange Supreme, why not Erik? It sucks that Killmonger was chosen solely to be a sacrificial lamb and save his own timeline from him.

But yeah, to circle back to my original point; Only the zombie universe is still doomed, it seems! Not counting Natasha and Ultron’s of course... (That was a clever way to resolve and involve the third episode’s timeline, and give resolution to Nat!) Again, I was expecting Zombie Thanos to be brought in and ultimately destroyed by Ultron- Which would mean Peter, T’challa, and Scott wouldn’t have deal with him in Wakanda, something that would vastly improve their chances of using the Mind Stone as a cure!

By the way, if anyone is confused about the appearance of a Gamora who evidently killed Thanos and made the plans to destroy the Infinity Stones so nobody could misuse them, that’s because apparently, there was supposed to be another episode before this one! It would’ve dealt into the What if...? scenario of that universe, presumably something to do with Tony arriving on Sakaar instead (hence the Lego What if...? set) and Gamora successfully preventing the snap!

Makes me wonder... Was Gamora’s nexus event killing Thanos at Vormir? Or at least after he kidnapped her from Knowhere? Does this play into why they targeted the Soul Stone specifically, or was it just an arbitrary choice? Was the Soul Stone meant to bring the Infinity Crusher to life, and in Gamora’s original timeline, she acquired it? It couldn’t have been from sacrificing Thanos... Unless she chose to sacrifice Peter or even the rest of the Guardians of the Galaxy for the Soul Stone, ultimately to use its power to destroy all? Oof...

But yeah, apparently Gamora’s episode had an issue with production, probably COVID- So we’ll likely see it in Season 2! That’d be much-needed, I’m still confused as to how Tony at Sakaar connects to Gamora... The Infinity Gauntlet WAS made, so this was presumably after Thanos forced Eitri to make it, which then leads to Gamora asking Eitri to undo his creation.

All in all, this was a fascinating season! I like that the writers could really go all-out with the excuse that it’s not OUR main timeline, so there’s no reservations about killing off characters... And likewise, the animated medium allows them to go much more all-out, colorful, and insane than the limits of live-action.

It was a joy to see animation allow the Infinity Stones to be used to their full potential, something live-action wasn’t able to capture as much, and hopefully this will contribute to the realization for Execs that animation is often just better when it comes to these kinds of colorful, wide-scale battles and events! Live-action has way more limits when it comes to depicting things, and this mainstream series being animated gives me hope that companies will begin to appreciate and take advantage of animation as a medium!

#If only Disney could take this message to heart for TOH amirite?#marvel #mcu #what if #Killmonger #Gamora #spoilers #what if spoilers

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Small Gods: Lost Objects - 6

Lost Objects: A Thor Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Thor x F!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 1722

Warnings: Smut (MF, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, anal sex)

Synopsis: Thor has lost a lot in a very short period of time and he’s worried about losing himself too. He goes to the one person who understands loss.

Chapter 6

Thor was in an exceptionally good mood when he woke. You lay against him, your head resting on his chest and your arm draped over his stomach. You smelled of sex and in these early hours, there was something exceptionally erotic about the scent mixed with the warm and dusty scent of your home. He rolled so he was spooning you and pulled you close to him. You mumbled in your sleep. A gentle contended noise of someone who was completely happy just where they were.

He was beginning to feel it too. Thor had always been so full of wanderlust. The thrill of battle called to him, even when he learned humility, he still longed for a cause to fight, the comradery of the battlefield, and to see the galaxy. It was what had made him a restless king and a less than perfect romantic partner. He couldn’t sit still for long enough to give himself to anything completely.

The only time in the past that he’d ever just stayed in one place was after Asgard had been destroyed and he’d lost the fight with Thanos. Then he had ended up slipping into a deep depression and locking himself in his house. Even then it had taken the promise of revenge to get him outside.

Right at this moment, he felt like Barnaby. Just a warm, well-fed house cat sitting in a beam of light. Part of him knew it wouldn’t last. He may have relinquished his role as king but he was still the god of thunder - and much like the thunder, he couldn’t be contained. For now, he would appreciate the quiet and the fact he had you, his brother, Mjolnir, a fat ginger cat, and a sense of peace.

He kissed your neck and began to slowly knead your breasts. You moaned softly and your lips parted. They were soft and tempting and he teased his fingers over them. Your tongue slowly flicked out and traced over the tips as you moaned softly. Thor chuckled softly. “Are you awake, lover?” He whispered.

You hummed and pushed your ass back against him but didn’t say anything. He chuckled again and pushed his fingers into your mouth and began to suck on them. He smiled and slowly began to roll his hips against your bare ass, his cock gradually hardening against your warm flesh.

He continued to tug and pull on your nipples, loving the way they hardened under his touch, along with the moans they drew from deep within you. His hand traveled downward, skimming over your stomach and down between your legs. His fingers teased over your clit, toying with the sensitive little bud. You were still slick from last night, and as his fingers moved between your folds you gasped and your lips parted in silent pleasure. Your legs spread and you hooked an ankle behind his thigh, giving him more access to your needy cunt. He slipped two fingers inside you slowly, stretching your entrance and humming as your internal walls clamped tightly around them. He pumped them in and out, curling them slightly and dragging his fingertips over your walls. You moaned and ground back against his cock, leaning your head back and looking up at him. Thor smiled and watched the look of pleasure on your face as he worked your cunt. He captured your lips, kissing you hungrily, his tongue darting out and circling yours. You mewled and reached behind you, slipping your hand between the two of you and wrapping it around his shaft. You pumped his cock and slid the head up and down your ass crack, leaving a sticky trail of pre-come in its wake.

Thor pulls back, tugging you over, his fingers still buried in your wet heat. You move willingly, arching your back and spreading your legs as an invitation to him. He ignored it, for now, continuing to use his hand as he leaned down and pulled one hard nipple into his mouth. You cried out and bucked up hard against his hand. “Oh gods,” you gasped.

He pressed his teeth down on the hardened bud and continued to fuck you with his fingers, his thumb working your clit. You cunt quivered and fluttered around his fingers and he twisted his wrist. You clenched suddenly and came, crying out as you arched off the bed.

Thor pulled back and flipped you over. You squealed and wriggled on the bed, popping your ass up. He ran his hands down your back and over your ass, prying your cheeks apart. He spat on your asshole and rubbed the pad of his thumb over it. “I want to claim your ass,” he purred softly. “May I?”

You squirmed pushing up against his hand needily, pushing his thumb into you slightly. “It’s been a long time,” you said. “And you’re very big.”

He leaned in and swirled his tongue over your tight hole. “Do you trust me?” he asked as you moaned loudly and your pussy dripped.

“Yes, Thor,” you whimpered. “Always.”

He spat onto your ass and reached over, grabbing the scented lubricant off the stack of books you used as a side table. He squeezed some, first between your ass cheeks and then over his fingers. He began to tease his fingers over your asshole and gently eased one in. He reached around and began to play with your now overstimulated clit as he gently pumped his finger in and out of your ass. Your moans filled the room as he stimulated your ass and pussy at the same time. He was patient and gentle with you, letting you relax fully before pushing in deeper. It wasn’t long until your ring muscle had given and you were taking two of his fingers, mewling and biting on your pillow as he did. He spread them slowly and pulled them out.

“Are you ready, goddess?” He growled.

“Yes, Thor,” you mewled. “Give it to me.”

He poured more lube on your ass and along the length of his cock, making a thick, sticky mess. You lifted your hips more like you were presenting yourself to him, he groaned at the sight of you and lined his cock up, and slowly eased himself in.

You mewled, biting down into the pillow as he sunk into your ass. He groaned at the sight of his cock disappearing into your tight passage and the way it clamped tight around him.

He pressed his whole body on top of you, wrapping one arm around your chest and the other around your neck, his forearm pressing against your throat. “How does it feel, lover?”

“Hurts… but good. Both,” you whimpered. “Fuck me, Thor.”

He was more than willing to comply. He began to roll his body against yours thrusting into you, deeper and deeper. You clenched and pulsed around him, moaning into the pillows and reaching behind to tangle your fingers into his hair. He groaned as you tugged on his hair and pulled him down against you more. “Fuck, Thor,” you moaned. “Oh god…”

“You feel so good, lover,” he groaned against your ear. He moved his hand down to play with your clit again and you began to completely lose control. There was no concern about being quiet, you vocalized everything you felt. He knew when he caused you pain and when he caused you pleasure and when you walked that fine line where it seemed as if you would split in two, and he made sure he adjusted accordingly.

“I’m gonna come,” you cried out, bucking under him.

“That’s it, goddess,” he growled. “I’m right with you.”

You tensed up, gripping the sheets and with a loud cry you came, your back curving as you pushed up against him. Thor’s hips began to stutter and he pulled you back up to him, kissing you passionately as he chased his release. He groaned into your lips and pulled out, jerking his cock, and with a roar, that rumbled in the air around him he came, painting your ass and back with thick ropes of semen.

“Gods,” you moaned, collapsing down on the bed. “That was … quite the way to wake up.”

Thor chuckled and scooped you up into his arms. “Let us bathe,” he said. “I have made quite the mess of you.”

After a long shower, you and Thor emerged into the rest of the house, to find Loki reclining back on the couch with Barnaby sitting on his chest. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the couch, his back popping in protest. Barnaby jumped off and made an indignant ‘mrowf’ sound as he landed on the ground.

“Finally finished rutting like a couple of mindless beasts have you?” Loki sneered. “My sleep was terrible, thank you for asking. This … couch… is one of the least comfortable pieces of furniture I’ve ever encountered.”

“Cheer up, brother!” Thor said, clapping Loki on the shoulder. “It’s not so bad. Come. I will make us a feast.”

“You?” Loki asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “Since when could you cook.”

“I guess we’ll find out,” Thor laughed.

“While you do that, I’ll go and check on Mjolnir,” you said.

Thor grinned at you and pecked your lips before heading into the kitchen with Loki on his heel.

“I don’t know what is worse,” Loki snarked. “When you were wasting your time with mortals or now you’re wasting your time with minor deities. At least with the mortals, you were just lowering yourself briefly. How long will you stay in this… hovel … with someone so beneath you?”

“Watch your tongue,” Thor growled, without looking up from the cupboard he was rummaging in.

“It wouldn’t be so bad if it were just you,” Loki continued. “Judging from your… condition… you are dealing with some things. But you’re keeping me trapped here with you.”

“What would you prefer?” Thor asked, turning on him. “To be returned to prison? That’s where you were, wasn’t it?”

Loki rolled his eyes. “How long will you stay here? I know you brother. You won’t be happy here with her. You’re just going to end up hurting her.”

“You know nothing of what you speak,” Thor shouted.

Loki rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he said. “Keep telling yourself you will be happy trapped in this hovel for the rest of your days. I’m so glad I get to be trapped here while you have your existential crisis.”

Thor huffed and went back to cooking trying to ignore the things his brother spoke. The problem was that for once it wasn’t just Loki’s silver tongue at work. He was right. Not about you. You weren’t beneath him - not as far as Thor was concerned. Loki was right about Thor though. He couldn’t stay here forever.

By the time the bacon and eggs were sizzling in the pan and Barnaby was eating from a tin of tuna, you returned with Mjolnir. “She’s complete,” you said, laying the tray out in front of Loki.

Loki looked at the pieces curiously and lifted one of them in his hand, a look of surprise on his face as he rolled it over in his fingers. “Well I am worthy of this piece at least,” Loki teased. “And what do we propose to do with this?”

“It might be possible to use magic to reform it,” you said. “It has a connection to Thor, correct? Perhaps if the three of us work together we can bring it back to its original form.”

“I think a visit to Nidavellir would be more useful,” Loki said. “How did this even happen, brother?”

Thor looked at his brother and sighed. He was so close to his Loki, but the things he was missing were the things that had fixed their relationship. “Our sister destroyed it,” Thor said. “And Nidavellir is all but lost too.”

Loki looked up at him, opened his mouth, closed it again, and shook his head. “What exactly happened on this timeline, brother?”

// NEXT

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The End - Chapter 1

(Infinity war AU: Loki lives and leaves the Statesman with Bruce Banner. Multi chapter fic, enjoy the ride babes xo)

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When Loki woke, part of him still thought that he was on the Statesman. Still aboard that cursed vessel, with smoke filling his lungs and the maddening glare of the stones shining before his eyes. Rays of sunlight filtered into his vision, and he felt broken wood under his fingertips - but part of him still expected to see Thanos’s golden boot step into his vision. Still expected to see his brother, bloodied and bruised, a lifeless body tossed beside him. Expected to hear his last pained scream as the power stone touched his head, to smell the ozone building in the air and to see the final flash of lightning that would signal his brother’s journey into Valhalla.

What he heard was the sound of birds.

Muffled by walls, but there. Birds, nature, the faint sounds of traffic and conversation bleeding in through the ringing in his hears. He opened his eyes, grunting slightly as he felt splintered beams digging into his side from where he fell. A neat hole in the ceiling signalled his entry; he stared up at the familiar sun and sky, and let his eyes fall shut again with a groan.

Midgard.

But not just anywhere in Midgard. He inhaled the musty air, coughing out the dust from his throat. Magic - he could sense it everywhere. It clung to every surface of this place, seeping into the floorboards with a familiar sense of order and learning. Not just magic - sorcery.

Loki sat up. Pulled himself out of the hole he’d created in the floor, and almost buckled under the weight of the familiarity of this place. The Sorcerer’s Home. Where he’d been suspended in animation for over half an hour, only to be dropped onto the marbled floor and told that they were going to see Odin. He remembered Thor’s voice, then. That was one of the last times he’d sounded like himself. Before the Norns had twisted the last few strands of their monstrous tapestry, and brought their world crashing down around them. Around Thor, to put it more aptly. Loki had shed no tears for Odin. Hadn’t felt the same coiled rage in the pit of his stomach as when Frigga had died. But it had signalled the beginning of the End, for them. The beginning of Ragnarok. The twisted path that had dragged them from Midgard to Sakaar to Asgard and finally to a barely held together spaceship crawling through the stars.

And then to oblivion.

Loki flexed his fingers, stepping onto the cold marble floors, and allowed himself a moment of respite. This wasn’t good. Out of the frying pan, and into the proverbial fire. Midgard may have meant refuge for Thor, but not for him.

Voices sounded from outside the doors. Loki stepped quickly, pressing himself against the wall - not that it would do any good. The Sorcerer had sensed them from oceans away, last time. He could pluck him out of thin air if he so chose, and deposit him at his feet. But it felt right, at least. Sensible. Slinking his way in and out of the shadows was what he was used to, and he needed some familiarity right now. Stability in any form; even if it was just a repeated motion from a lifetime that was now obsolete.

“The Avengers broke up. We’re toast.” Smooth, honeyed tones from beyond the door; a voice that could have been roughed with anger, but the edges smoothed down into something more palatable. Stark.

“What do you mean, broke up? Like a band? Like the Beatles?” Another voice sounded off - this one inquisitive, confused, but still with a certain fog - like someone coming out of a long sleep, trying to recount a dream that was fading rapidly. Banner, then.

Loki leaned back against the wall, silently cursing his luck. Of all people he encountered, it had to be Stark. Someone who Loki’s last fond memory of was tossing him out of a window - and even that was marred with the faint blue tint of the mind stone’s power. He couldn’t even enjoy throwing Stark out of that window. Couldn’t even take credit for it, really.

He shifted his fingers again, feeling the familiar steel of his dagger morph into life in his hands. That brought a little comfort, at least. Even if he knew in his heart he wasn’t in much shape to fight off the Avengers right now.

He had Banner to vouch for him - maybe. But Banner didn’t have the same trust in him that Thor had. And Thor wasn’t here to echo that sentiment to his allies, because Thor was dea-

“Thor’s gone.” Banner’s voice resounded off the walls again, subdued and uncertain.

Loki didn’t know why that word suddenly made him so angry.

Gone implied things. It implied uncertainty; that they didn’t know where Thor was, or what had happened to him. Gone implied that Thor could come back. Gone implied hope.

It wasn’t Banner’s fault. He didn’t know any better, didn’t know the full extent of what Thanos could do.

Loki did.

And maybe that’s what drove him out of the shadows, moving just beyond the doorway to stand in the light.

“Thor isn’t gone. He’s dead.” Loki almost winced at his own voice - rough and jagged and far from the silver tongued smoothness he was used to.

But the look on Stark’s face almost made up for it. Alarm creeping into the eyes beneath the sunglasses, a memory of when Loki had last seemed glorious. Unstoppable. A raging inferno fanned by the mind stone, laying waste to Midgard’s streets with an army of monsters at his side. Memories of grand speeches and golden horns. Stark’s hands twitched, grabbing onto a small cord at the collar of his shirt that would probably unfold into some trinket or other, meant to blast him across the room with a quippy one liner to follow it.

Banner’s eyes widened for a moment, but softened just as fast, and he took a few steps forward. Not all the way - he was still too smart to move all the way - but enough. Enough for a placating gesture, at least.

“We don’t know that, Loki. He could’ve escaped, he could’ve-”

“Correction - you don’t know that. I do. Thanos wouldn’t leave someone like him alive.” Loki shook his head, a hollow laugh forcing its way out of his lips. “He was too much of a threat.”

“The Tesseract?” The voice of the sorcerer from his side caused Loki to turn, meeting Strange’s scrutinizing gaze with what he hoped was a mask of steel.

“Thanos has it. And the power stone.”

“Then he’ll be coming for the rest.” One gloved hand drifted idly to the necklace around Strange’s neck, his face setting in grim resignation.

“I’m sorry, am I missing something? Why are we all standing here talking to this guy? Last time I checked, he was working with Thanos, and was very much in favour of - I don’t know, murdering us all?”

Stark finally jarred himself out of whatever train of thought he’d been following, moving forward to grab Banner by the arm - like a mother, reaching out to snatch her children from sticking their hand into a campfire.

“Tony, it’s fine. Well, it’s not fine. But Loki’s with us on this one.” Banner shrugged his shoulders, batting at Stark’s hand with a twinge of embarrassment.

Stark scoffed, throwing his hands in the air in exasperation.

“So I’m just supposed to trust him because, what? It’s a ‘long story’?”

“Oh, God no. But he is on our side.” Bruce frowned, gesturing at Loki listlessly. “Look, do you think he’d look like that if he was working with Thanos?”

Loki shot him a glare, but tilted his dagger upwards to try and catch a blurred glimpse at his reflection. Even in the unclear mirror, he couldn’t deny that Banner was right. Soot smudged along his cheeks, rimming the glaring red cuts on his face with black. Dark circles stamped under his eyes, there was blood beneath his fingernails. He looked unhinged.

A stretch of the neck, a flex of the fingers, a flash of gold, and he was whole again. The grime still clung to his skin, but it was hidden now, at least. He tilted his chin up, spreading his hands out wide.

“I am not here to pick a fight with you, Stark. Nor any of Midgard. But Thanos must be stopped, and you’re going to need more than the Avengers to do it. You can kill me, or imprison me, but buried beneath that colossal ego of yours, you know you need me.”

Stark’s jaw clenched, and for a few moments Loki expected the flash of a cannon and the impact of a missile hitting his chest. What he got instead was a sigh, tight and constrained, and a small nod in Banner’s direction.

“Fine. But if this blows up in my face, you owe me like...a million cups of coffee.”

Banner shrugged, and the three Midgardian’s continued their discussion.

It wasn’t a discussion Loki wanted to participate in - and by their hunched shoulders and wary looks, it wasn’t one he was privy to, either. Which was just fine by him. He tapped his fingers against his elbows, and wandered about the room.

So many artefacts that he hadn’t paid attention to last time. This room hummed with magic, every table, every chair, every floorboard was steeped in it; like fragranced smoke clinging to a curtain.

He overheard some of the conversation, of course. Talks of a great battle between their Captain America and the Iron Man; a rift between the team that had grown into a chasm - one that strangely he hoped would be mended. Not for their sake, of course; it would just be easier to fight Thanos if they all united as one, and fought together rather than apart, and -

Norns, he was starting to sound like Thor. He shut his eyes, shrugging his shoulders to try and rid himself of the sentiment. It was funny what a few moments of desperation could do to you. The death of his mother, and he worked with Thor again. The death of his father, and he saved a world he swore to hate. The death of his brother, and now he was talking of comradery with the Avengers.

Banner kept casting looks at him from across the room. Worried looks, but not for his own safety - at least, not entirely. Banner looked worried for him, and for some reason that filled him with vitriol, anger that was acidic and spiteful.

Banner thought he was exaggerating. He still saw Thor as a golden hero, unbreakable and untouchable. He didn’t know.

He didn’t know that it was better for Thor to be dead. That when Loki said that Thor’s fate was sealed, it was not out of spite or doubt of Thor’s strength; it was out of hope. Loki would rather kill Thor himself than have him die at the hands of Thanos.

At least Loki’s steel would have been kinder. The flash of silver and the seconds it took for the blood to leave the body would be a mercy, compared to the dazzling pain of the gauntlet. Seconds still felt like seconds, when you were stabbed. The infinity stones stretched those seconds into hours. Loki knew from experience.

Before, he might have relished at the thought of causing Thor pain. Wherever this sentiment had come from, these feelings of care and brotherhood, he wanted them gone. They’d settled on his skin with the dust from Asgard, baked into the clay of his being in the fires of a supernova, watched from a spaceship window. If he had nothing from the beginning, he would’ve been fine. If Thor had died at his hand, hating him, he would’ve been fine.

Thor had died believing in him. And that was so much worse.

Screams erupted from outside, and all four of them glanced towards the doorways.

“God, already? It’s been what, five minutes since you two crash through the window and now we’ve got more party guests?” Stark rubbed at his forehead, probably nursing an oncoming migraine.

“I guess they move fast. Let’s go.” Strange and Stark headed towards the doorway of the sanctum, but Banner lingered behind.

The scientist paused at Loki’s side, looking at him with a gaze that was suddenly inscrutable. No easily provoked anger that Loki could stoke into a wildfire to keep the sadness at bay. No mistrust. Just a hint of sadness, and a twinge of concern in his voice when he asked:

“Are you alright?”

Loki’s hand lifted to his face, feeling the wetness of tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. He stared at his fingers, before wiping them against the material of his jacket.

No time for this. Not right now.

“I’m fine.” Loki gritted his teeth, flipping his dagger in his hand.

Loki didn’t take much stock in legacy. He’d had his fair share of prophecies and purposes, and none of them had quite worked out the way he’d wanted - or expected. Fates could be changed with the flip of a dice - his birthright had been to die one moment, inherit the throne the next. He was destined to be the doom of Midgard and the saviour of Asgard and somewhere along these severed threads of prophecy he’d realised that it was all just chaos. He’d rather be an agent of that, than a warrior honouring the stories of someone else.

Thor’s story felt different, though. If he was going to honour anything in his life, maybe his brother could be the exception. Maybe he could help protect this fragile blue planet from this destruction; just this once.

Loki gripped the dagger harder, until his knuckles turned white.

Midgard waited on the other side of that door. A place that he had chosen to conquer, and Thor had chosen to care for.

If it didn’t die today, he knew it’d be a matter of time before it died from something else. But he wouldn’t let it be lost today.

Thor believed in him. He’d died believing in him.

Honour that, then. Honour his stubbornness, if nothing else. What better legacy was there to leave Thor with, than postponing the dying light of a planet just because?

Chaos and stubbornness. What better combination was there than that?

#my fic #fanfic #thor fanfic #infinity war au #infinity war fix it #thor odinson #loki odinson #brodinsons #bruce banner #multi chapter #mcu fic

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thefallennightmare · 3 years

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Vas Prizrak-Three

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1617

Warnings: swearing, some smut, fluff, lots of angst.

Summary: Bucky and Reader’s life in Wakanda had been everything they ever wanted. But when they are told about the fight that was on it’s way to them, they fear that life would be dusted away for good.

A/N: As you can tell from the gif choice for this chapter, it’s the part that we were all NOT looking forward too. I apologize.

“UGLY! MOTHER! FUCKERS!,” I bellowed as my knife sliced through an alien's throat, three stabs, as they had me pinned to the ground.

With a swift kick, it fell to the ground in a heap and I was back on my feet in a flash; just in time to send my knife into another alien's head.

Thanos’ army was fast, strong, and not all that appealing to look at. It seemed that now matter how many we killed, hundreds more appeared.

“Bucky?!” I yelled while looking around.

In the midst of everything, I had become lost in the fray. Bucky and Steve were somewhere on the other end of the battle field. My long hair was a mess, blowing in the winds, as I frantically looked around. I was fighting side by side with the many men of the Wakanda army.

All too quick, my veins filled with fear and my skin tingled with death.

Bucky.

My head snapped to the left and this time, my own anger filled me as I saw the sight in front of me.

Bucky was on the ground, alien on top of him, as he tried to fight it off of him with his small knife. Darkness took over my vision, clouding my judgement, and the all too familiar warmth spread to the tips of my fingers, sparking to life.

I shot multiple balls of fire at the alien on top of Bucky, who watched in slight horror as it fell to ash around him.

“SHE’S BACK!” Sam’s voice yelled into the coms.

Blinking my eyes a view times, the darkness was gone and I was staring at Bucky’s concerned face.

“Are you alright?” He questioned, cupping my chin.

Time had stopped for a split second around us.

“Never better,” I grinned while smacking my hands together.

They sparked again, flames burning my finger tips.

We fought for a few moments longer before coming to a halt when lighting struck around us, causing the fighting to stop.

A few inches from me stood someone I hadn’t seen in a very, very long time.

“Long time no see, Thor.” I smiled towards him.

“Y/N? You changed your hair,” He smirked, ruffling my hair.

I had almost forgotten that my powers changed it to a vibrant red.

“You made some new friends?” I pointed towards the racoon and the walking tree.

“This is my new friend Rocket and Tree,” he introduced.

“I am Groot,” the tree spoke.

I nodded. “I am Y/N L/N.”

“Y/N! I could use some back up over here!” Steve’s voice yelled into the coms.

My feet sprinted over towards him, blasting away any aliens that got in the way. Steve stood in front of me, blood pouring from a wound on his lip and I gently wiped it away.

I went to speak but felt myself getting pounced on from behind, head smacking hard against a rock.

“Shit,” I groaned.

Sharp teeth chomped towards my face and the blood pooling from my forehead caused my vision to fade, in and out. The drool from the alien dripped down on me, an indication that he was seconds away from ending it all.

The alien was off before I could register that Steve had kicked him, sending him flying meters away.

“Y/N,” he cooed while helping me to sit up.

“I’m alright,” I stated as I smacked his hands away. “I heal fast, remember.”

Steve sighed, his fingers brushing against the open wound of my forehead. I couldn’t stop the loud hiss that fell from my lips.

“GUYS! VISION NEEDS BACKUP!” Bruce’s voice rang through the coms.

Steve hesitated while looking at me, weighing the decision in his mind.

“Go, I’ll be fine,” I nodded.

He was still apprehensive but when I set an alien ablaze that had sneaked up behind him, he knew that I was in fact alright.

Once he left, I willed myself to my knees, trying to gain whatever strength I had left. This fight had taken so much out of me, not having to exert this much energy in such a long time, and I knew that this was it.

“I’m going to die alone,” I muttered with a sigh.

“You’re not alone.”

Natasha helped me to my feet, brushing the dust off my shoulders.

“Now, I know I didn’t teach you to give up so easily,” She t’sked.

“Moment of weakness,” I shrugged.

Suddenly, the wind had picked up, circling around us with a soft breeze, the air shifted with an uneasy feeling. Natasha and I shared a knowing look and we with a quick nod, we both ran towards Steve and Vision.

“He’s here,” Vision spoke.

I turned my back to them, speaking into my com. “Bucky, where are you?”

Silence.

“Damnit,” I cursed.

Steve pulled me closer to him before speaking into his com. “Everyone in my position. We have in-coming.”

A sudden portal opened in front of us, a giant purple titan stepping out of it. I gasped, the fear of knowing that there would be no way we could stop him loomed close.

“That’s him,” Banner said.

Steve looked at me, engaging his shield. “Eyes up. Stay sharp.”

The flames burned with hate as I shot multiple fireballs towards Thanos, who had easily dodge them. His large hand wrapped around my throat, lifting me with ease.

“Pathetic,” he spat, throwing me to the side.

I landed against a tree with a loud, painful groan and I could hear Steve scream my name. My body lay defeated in the dirt, eyes watching as my friends tried to fight against Thanos, only to fail.

Bucky’s screams came from the bushes, gun firing at Thanos.

“Bucky!” I yelled, watching him getting thrown in front of me.

Tired hands and feet crawled over towards him, turning his heavy body over so I could look in his eyes.

“Are you alright?” I pondered, brushing the hair out of his face.

“You’re bleeding,” he mumbled.

His vibranium fingers wiped the blood from my head.

“I’m okay,” I reassured him with a soft kiss.

Bucky let out a loan groan, the pain of the fight catching up to him. “I’m starting to think we should have stayed in bed.”

The giggle that fell through my lips was cut short as the screams of Wanda filled the air. My full attention was on her as I watched Thanos bring Vision back to life, only to end it just as quick, pulling the mind stone from him. Vision’s body fell to a heap on the ground, right next to Wanda.

“No,” I trembled, tears welled in my eyes.

Thanos stood tall, all six stones in hand. Thor, however, had arrived out of nowhere, laying his axe in Thanos’ chest. But it didn’t matter, no matter how deep Thor dug his axe into Thanos.

“You should have gone for the head,” Thanos said.

Before anyone could register what happened, he raised his hand with a quick snap.

“NO!” I bellowed.

Thanos’ hand burned, his gauntlet almost to ash, as the aftermath of what he did started to lay around us.

“What did you do?!” Thor demanded.

As fast as he arrived, Thanos was gone.

Steve stumbled his way over to Bucky and I, helping us to our feet. After giving us a quick once over, he turned his attention to Thor.

“Where did he go?” He questioned.

“Thor, where did he go?!” I fumed.

“Y/N?”

Bucky’s voice was filled with fear and worry as he spoke my name; it came off so quiet from his lips that I almost hadn’t heard.

Steve and I both turned our attention towards Bucky, who suddenly was dusting away with the wind, body disappearing.

“BUCKY!” I yelled running towards him.

My knees fell to the ground, hands spreading through the ashes of where Bucky once lay.

“NO, BUCKY!”

My scream echoed throughout the forest, the high pitch banshee like yell causing whatever birds there were left to flock away from me. Fire shot from my hands, setting the grass and trees around us a blaze in a warm fire. Everyone winced at the sound of my yells, cries for my lost love, as I buried myself deeper into the ground, hoping that this was a bad dream. Bucky was still here, he hadn’t left me.

A loud, painful scream had clawed its way through the tough confines of my throat as I doubled over in pain to clutch my stomach. It felt like my insides were being ripped out and with a choking sob, I spit piles of dusty ash to the ground. My fingers shook as I dug into the ground, the realization of what happened coming to light.

I had now lost every single part of Bucky in the snap. Not only was he gone but what I was growing inside of me had vanished before I even knew it was there.

I was so engrossed in my own pain that I hadn't noticed others had disappeared as well. Until Steve pulled me from the ground, into his chest.

My cries came out muffled against his suit as I screamed and kicked against him. “He’s not gone. He can’t be!”

Steve cupped my cheeks, forcing my broken gaze to his. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

Knuckles turned white as I clutched onto him with whatever strength I had left, fearing that he would leave me too.

“What do we do now?” Natasha asked.

“I don’t know,” Steve admitted before hushing my cries with a soft kiss to the top of my head.

For once in his entire life, Steve didn’t have a plan and that absolutely terrified him.

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch39: The Reunion Part 1: As Long As There’s Hope, We Have A Chance.

Intro: As the remaining Avengers continue their search for Tony, Steve and Natasha take a trip to Clint’s farm to find out what happened to the Archer and his family.

Warnings: Bad Language words. Discussions of miscarriage- if this is a trigger please stay away)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: Please heed the warnings…biggedy up to my girl @angrybirdcr

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 38

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It was eleven days post the Snap when Nat decided she couldn’t take it anymore and told Steve she wanted to go to Clint’s.

“I have to know.” She pleaded, looking at Steve. He sighed and glanced over her shoulder to Katie who merely shrugged offering him no back up. She knew where Nat was coming from, it was killing her not knowing what had happened to Tony.

“Alright.” He acquiesced. “Let me grab a jacket.”

“I’ll meet you on the jet?” She asked. Steve nodded and watched her go before he turned to his wife who was studying him over her coffee. “If Barton was alive he would have been here by now.” Steve dragged a hand down over his beard as he dropped onto the sofa next to Katie. “I don’t understand why she doesn’t see or get that?”

"Put yourself in her shoes.” Katie sighed as she curled in on herself under a blanket on the sofa as a particularly nasty cramp hit her stomach. “You’d do the same thing for Bucky, or Sam, or me.”

"You know that I would.” He replied, noticing her shift in position and he frowned, but before he could say anything she placed her hand on his bearded cheek.

“Then just go, let her see. Plus, you could be wrong.”

“I suppose it’s happened from time to time.” He quipped and Katie smiled as he leaned over to press their foreheads together.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Not really.” She replied honestly, “But I’ve taken some painkillers, and Dr Kellet is coming over later. Thank fuck she wasn’t snapped.”

“I can ask Thor to go with Nat instead.” Steve looked at his wife who shook her head. “She asked you for a reason.” Katie said gently, “She trusts you. And I think if its bad news, she’s gonna need you, not Thor.”

“Are you sure?” He looked at her again and she nodded. He gave her a soft kiss, bumping his nose against hers, a soft smile on his face. “I love you, Doll.”

“I know.” She smiled back. “And I love you too, Soldier. Now go.”

As Steve had predicted, Barton’s farm was deserted. The two of them walked around, checking for any signs of life and Steve found his attention drawn to the picnic table not too far from where they had landed. It was loaded with condiments, plates, cutlery and scraps of food as a squirrel darted off the top from where it had been scratching through whatever other animals had left. Steve couldn’t help but remember the first time he had visited, when he had marvelled at the normality of Barton’s life outside the Avengers. Clint had kids, a wife, a complete alter ego. At the time Steve had almost been jealous, wondering if he and Katie could ever get that life. And then he’d gone and caused them both to be on the run, essentially ending that domestic dream.

And if he hadn’t, then Thanos certainly had when he’d snapped away their baby.

Natasha, meanwhile, had stalked straight into the house. Steve, hearing the door snap shut behind her turned and watched as she stomped straight back out and over to the barn at the far side of the yard

“Natasha?” he called.

She didn’t respond. With a sigh, Steve jogged after her, his boots slapping the damp grass of the lawn as he followed her into the barn. She dodged round the tractor in the middle, making her way to a door at the far side. Steve noticed a key pad at the side and Natasha clearly knew the code as a moment later there was a beep and it swung open to reveal what he supposed could only be referred to as an office of sorts, or as Katie would call it, a ‘man-cave’. There was a desk which sported some hi tech coms devices along with a computer. At the other side was a large flat screen TV mounted on the wall, a small couch, a stereo but none of that was what Natasha was looking at. She’d headed directly to some form of smaller room at the back and opened that to reveal a shelving unit of sorts. On one of them was an empty case that had clearly held a bow and arrow. Natasha then bent over and when she stood up Steve noticed she was holding a government issued ankle bracelet that had obviously at one point been around Clint’s ankle.

Not anymore, it was in two pieces.

“He’s alive,” Nat’s voice cracked. “Steve. he’s…he’s alive"

It was good news in a way, but then again, where was he? Surely if he and his family had survived then Clint would have brought them to the compound to find the rest of the team. But this looked like he had left in a hurry. Alone.

Which made Steve think that his family hadn’t been so lucky.

Natasha, satisfied that Clint was alive but clearly nowhere to be found at the farm, suggested they head home and see if they could track him from the compound. Steve hadn’t the heart to tell her that he didn’t think they’d have much of a chance and he knew deep down that if she was being honest, she probably thought the same thing. Instead, he nodded and they headed back over to the jet, which is when the pair of them heard something skulking around the side of the house. Natasha whipped out her gun as Steve spun, drawing himself up to full height. Exchanging a look, they both rounded the porch, cautiously approached, but as soon as Steve saw what it was, he relaxed.

“Hey buddy.” He courched down to pet the sandy coloured one-eyed dog that belonged to Clint, scratching behind his ear as the dog gave a little, desperate whine.

“Clint just left him.” Nat sighed, blinking back her tears. “He loved that dog, I don’t understand.”

“He won’t have been thinking straight, Nat.” Steve looked up at her, then around slightly, chewing the inside of his cheek before he made a decision. “We’ll take him home with us.” He stood up and, giving a sharp whistle, he was pleased to find the dog simply trotted behind him, up the ramp and happily curled up in a corner on a fleece Steve laid out for him.

“Do you know how old he is?” Steve asked, scratching the dog who rolled over, offering up his belly for a rub.

“Well when they found him the vets estimated he was about six months old…so seven now, give or take.” Natasha watched Steve who smiled, and made a cooing noise at the dog as he continued to pet him. “Never had you down as an animal lover, Rogers.”

“Always liked dogs.” He smiled. “I used to beg Ma for one all the time when I was a kid so she let us dog sit the neighbours. It set my asthma off, damned near killed me. So that put paid to that.” He took a deep breath and stood up, looking down at Lucky who flipped himself the right way up, pulling himself to a sitting position, his head cocking to the left. “Besides, I couldn’t just leave him there.”

“Katie’s right about you.” Natasha smiled. “You’re nothing but a huge softy under all that muscle.”

“Yeah, well, don’t tell anyone.” His brow raised. “I got a reputation to uphold.”

As they settled into the cockpit, Steve glanced at Natasha who was looking at the pieces of Clint’s ankle tag which she’d brought with her for some reason. But as he watched her turn them over in her hands, he had a sudden thought that there was someone else they should probably check in on as well. He voiced his thoughts to Natasha who nodded, and plugged in the co-ordinates for an airfield in San Francisco which was about thirty miles away from the address Scott Lang had listed on his house arrest details.

In little over an hour and forty later they pulled up outside Lang’s house and both hopped off the bike. No one answered so Steve simply kicked the door in and, once they were inside, they found it had been deserted some time ago. The remnants of a breakfast lay on a plate on the side growing mold and there was a mug and a plate in the sink. Natasha headed up the stairs, as Steve checked around the ground floor to see if there was anything that might give them a clue. The only thing he noticed was a calendar. The date of the Snap was circled, 23rd April, and next to it was written ‘QR- Research’. He didn’t have a clue what that meant. Letting out a deep breath he walked back into the hall and Nat came back down the stairs.

“No sign of anything being packed from his closet and his bed wasn’t made.”

“Well, his calendar seems to suggest he had a research date or something but other than that…” Steve trailed off as he spotted the red-light on the answer phone was blinking. He glanced at Natasha who inclined her head towards it and he reached out hitting the play button.

“Hi, Daddy” a little girls voice spoke and Steve and Natasha exchanged a look. Steve knew Scott had a daughter, but it struck him then that he had never even bothered to ask her name. “I tried your mobile but you’re obviously busy doing cool stuff with Hope and Dr Pymm…Mom said that you should come over tonight for five now your tag is off and it’s your favourite for tea. Oh and I got a new ant farm for you to try out. I love you, byeeeee!”

“Scott took two years house arrest to be with his daughter.” Steve shook his head, raising his eyebrows. “He wouldn’t just run out.”

“Think we’ve seen enough?” Nat sighed.

“Yeah.” Steve looked at her. “Let’s go home.”

***** “Well,” Dr Kellet looked at Katie as she sat up on the bed in the medical area of the compound, “there’s nothing physically wrong. Everything looks okay. I expect the cramps will settle down soon. It’s not uncommon with miscarriages, Mrs Rogers to feel some discomfort, especially when there’s been a procedure involved. And this, well, it wasn’t a normal miscarriage either so…”

Katie nodded and looked at her hands.

“How are you?” The Doctor asked and Katie looked up. “And I don’t mean physically.”

“I’m okay, I suppose.” Katie let out a deep breath. “I mean, I know there’s nothing I can do about it but it doesn’t stop me wondering you know, if I could have done something or-”

“Even in the case with normal miscarriages there’s nothing that anyone can do.” The Doctor spoke softly. “It’s a natural reaction, Mrs Rogers, you’re still in the grief cycle.” She clicked her bag shut. “Don’t be too hard on yourself. Give it time.”

“That’s what Steve keeps saying.” Katie mused, softly.

“How has he been?” “Amazing.” Katie smiled instantly. “He’s been an absolute rock, I know he’s upset himself but he just…” she trailed off. “It’s good that you have one another.” Dr Kellet smiled as she handed Katie her bag containing her pill. Neither of them spoke much, it was a silent gesture that made them both feel a little strange. They hadn’t even discussed the subject of her birth control going forward, but with everything that was going on Katie was suddenly struck with the thought that even the simple things like obtaining medical treatment was going to be much more difficult as they’d lost half the people that kept medical centres open.

Doctors, Nurses, receptionists, porters…

“I’m going to be meeting with the Local Authorities.” Dr Kellet looked at Katie as if she had read her mind. “All the remaining specialists have talked about how we need a, well, sort of a how we go forward planning session.” “Let me know if we can help in anyway.” Katie nodded. “That’s what we have the Stark Relief fund for.” Dr Kellet smiled before the two exchanged goodbyes and the Ob-Gyn left, leaving Katie alone with her thoughts which were disrupted when she heard her phone going. It was a message from Steve to tell her they were on their way home with good and bad news. Katie wasn’t sure if she wanted to know, to be honest, but she assumed the good news was Clint was alive, the bad news well, it didn’t bear thinking about. Deciding she would rather hear it in person, she replied and told him she’d leave some dinner for them both in the communal kitchen, and with that she headed off to find something he could cook.

****

Steve and Natasha landed home at just gone eight in the evening. And, given that they hadn’t eaten since breakfast, they headed straight to the kitchen with Lucky in tow and found two plates of lasagne waiting for them in the fridge, one substantially larger portion than the other. Whilst it was warming up. Steve gave Lucky a drink and then found some left over chicken and scraps of vegetables from the roast dinner the night before and placed them down in a dish for him to eat. Lucky wolfed his make shift dinner down, and so did they. Between them they ate their helpings, plus the leftovers, along with a helping of salad and then walked down the dimly lit corridors, dog on their heels. It was completely deserted.

“Feels odd doesn’t it?” Nat remarked “I mean it was always so busy.” “We will fix this Nat.” Steve spoke, and he wasn’t sure where his optimism was coming from, but seeing Clint was alive gave him more hope than he’d had that morning.

“Thank you for coming.” She said as they stopped by the stairs that led to her apartment.“I really appreciate it.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Nat.” Steve smiled, giving her a hug. “Do you wanna take our guest or should I?” he gestured down to the dog. She shook her head. “Katie has a soft spot for that dog, plus you said yourself you’re a dog person. I prefer cats.”

That didn’t surprise Steve in the slightest and he found himself smiling slightly as he replied. “Alright, see you in the morning,” before he watched her up the steps and was pleased to see some of her usual Black Widow swagger had returned.

“Come on, buddy.” He turned to the dog which obediently trotted besides him, tongue lolling, his one eye trained on the super soldier.

Katie was awake in bed, the speakers in the room playing what sounded like the Trouble Man soundtrack as she lay on her side, facing the door, her hands absentmindedly playing with the pillow she had clutched to her chest.

“Hey.” he said as he walked in and she looked up, smiling softly. He leaned over to give her a gentle kiss before he frowned. “You’re crying.” It was a statement, not a question, as it was something she seemed to do quite a lot of recently. He sat on the edge of the bed and with tender hands, wiped her tears away with his thumbs as she sat up. “Is everything okay, I mean with…”

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking about Sam, that’s all.”

Steve bowed his head, swallowing a little. Sam had been such a constant in their lives since they’d met him some four years previously, and two of those years they’d basically spent as house mates. It felt strange not to have him round, laughing and joking. Quite frankly, Steve felt like someone had ripped away his arm.

“I miss him too.” He admitted gently, and Katie looked at him, reaching up to cup his face. Steve sniffed a little before he shook his head.

“So, what did Dr Kellet say?” He changed the subject. “Nothing much. Says I’m physically alright, any discomfort I’m feeling should be gone soon.” “Do you need anything? Pain relief or…” She shook her head “I’m okay, honestly.” She took a deep breath. “So, what did you find?”

“Clint’s alive.” Steve stood and shrugged off his jacket, laying it on the back of the chair by the dressing table. Katie gave a sigh of relief which was short lived as she spotted the look on Steve’s face.

“What is it?”

“There’s no sign of him. He’d bust off his tag and left. I don’t think his family made it.” Katie bowed her head “They’re gone? All of them?”

“I think so yeah.”

“Fuck.” Katie screwed shut her eyes as her head fell back and she looked to the ceiling.

“We do, however have a guest.” Steve added, looking over at her.

“Who?”

“Lucky.” At the sound of his name the dog came pounding into the bedroom and jumped straight up on the bed.

“I couldn’t just leave him there.” Steve explained as Katie smiled and leaned over to scratch the dog behind his ears, promptly causing him to lay down, his head in Katie’s lap. She wrinkled up her nose.

“He stinks!”

“Yeah well he’s been alone since Clint left, God knows what he’s been up to or eating.” Steve shrugged as Katie looked down at the dog who rolled over for a belly scratch and she obliged. “And it doesn’t look like Lang made it either.” Steve finished heavily, watching as Katie tickled the animal.

Katie shook her head sadly, a tear falling onto the bed as Lucky rolled back over and moved to lick the side of her face before he jumped down on the floor.

“Nat wants to give Barton a few more days to cool off before we look for him but I’m not sure he wants to be found.“ Steve dropped back onto the side of the bed, removing his shoes and then his shirt thinking back to what he had seen at Clint’s. He laid his palms flat on the bed and dropped his head gently, letting out a sigh. He heard the sheets rustle as Katie edged her way closer to him, leaning her head on the back of his shoulder, nuzzling her cheek against him.

"How is Nat?” She asked.

“A little bit better now that we know he’s alive.”

Katie nodded as she dropped a kiss to the back of Steve’s shoulder before he stood up, “I’m gonna take a shower, I won’t be long.”

“Okay. Where’s Lucky gonna sleep?”

“I dunno.” Steve eyed up the dog who was now led on his back on the floor as if he’d been with them all his life “Looks like he’s comfy there.” “Yeah, it does.” Katie smiled.

Whilst Steve was in the shower Katie went into the closet and pulled out one of the old duvets for Lucky to sleep on, folding it up and placing it at the end of the bed. Steve was out of the shower shortly and climbed into bed besides Katie, reaching over and turning off the light before he settled down on his back and Katie cuddled up to him, head on his chest

“So what have you been up to today?” He asked gently, his hand rubbing her back.

“Still trying to get a lock on where Tony is. Other than that, well, I saw the doctor, made dinner and then I wasn’t feeling great if I’m honest. So I came back here and Thor sat with me for a while, just talking.”

Steve took a deep breath, pulling her a little closer as they both fell silent for a moment, before she broke the silence.

“You now, knowing Clint is alive makes me feel a little more optimistic.”

“Optimistic?”

“Yeah, think about it.” Katie’s hand traced hapes on his bare chest “That’s six out of seven of the original Avengers confirmed alive. Tony has to be as well, it makes sense.” “I’m not following.” Steve frowned. She propped herself up, so that she was leaning on his chest, her eyes locking onto his. “Thor was talking before, those stones, they have a magic beyond anything we know. Thor doesn’t believe for a second that who’s left is merely a coincidence and neither do I. It’s happened for a reason. Tony’s out there, I can feel it. We just need to find him.” “Honey, I understand what you’re saying-“ Steve started, he wasn’t sure he agreed. He didn’t believe in fate, it was bullshit. But before he could say anything else she cut him off.

“Please don’t.” she said, shaking her head. “Don’t what?”

“Take this hope away from me.” She whispered, her eyes still locked onto his in the dim light of the room “Apart from you it’s all I have right now.”

He sighed and nodded, chastising himself. If it made her feel better who was he to try and make her think any differently just because he did? Eventually they would have to face facts but now, well he just wanted her to get through the next few days, one at a time. With that in mind, he bit back his response and kissed her head.

“Sorry, you’re right. As long as there’s hope, we have a chance.” She kissed him gently before settling back down, and it wasn’t long before she drifted off. *****

A week or so later, Thor returned from another scouting trip with no news or sign of his people and this time he set deep into a brooding depression, appearing only for meals. Not even Katie could talk him round. Pepper was keeping herself busy liaising with who was left at Stark Industries, turning her attention onto how they could help after Katie had told her about Dr Kellet and the Health Authorities. It kept Pepper busy and gave her something to focus on.

Steve, Natasha and Rhodey spent most of their time talking to the people who were conducting the census and the authorities, whilst Katie buried herself away with Rocket and Bruce trying to calibrate the scanners to reach further into space, bouncing off the NASA satellites to boost their range. But they continued to get nothing. The elephant in the room, however, remained Fury’s pager. In the two weeks they’d had it no one had managed to get working, not even Rocket, despite his attempts to fix the booster that was attached to it.

As the Nineteenth post snap afternoon drew to a close, the Racoon let out a frustrated sigh and downed the small screwdriver he had been using and shook his head.

“If I had the right parts I could sort this easy, but without getting up to Contraxier I wouldn’t know where to start.” “What’s Contraxier?” Katie asked.

“A market-slash-junk-slash-booze hole” Rocket shrugged.” You can find most stuff there. That’s where I stole Thor’s eye.”

Katie knew better than to ask.

“It’s so goddamned annoying.” Rocket continued. “I mean it’s a simple technology too, they’re ten a credit. All it needs to do is produce a magnetic field across each of these coils and bingo.” Katie looked at Bruce whose head had instantly shot up.

“Say that again?” The Scientist instructed gently. “These coils.” Rocket pointed to the item as Bruce walked over. “Each of them needs a magnetic core and then all of the little individual magnetic forces add together and it powers the…what?” He asked as Bruce looked at Katie and she grinned.

“An electromagnet?” She shook her head, almost laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. “That’s all it is?” “I’ve no idea what you Terrans call it, but if that’s what that does then yeah.” “I can’t believe it.” Bruce picked up the device and slid it under the large magnifying glass Rocket had been using, letting out a groan of frustration. “I took my eye off the ball, I could have sorted this straight away…” “You’re kidding me right?” Rocket sighed “Seriously?”

“Bruce, we’ve had a lot going on, don’t...” Katie began to sooth the man who was now frantically rushing around, grabbing various bits of material as he continued to curse his stupidity.

With a final curse, he settled down at a seat, bending over the device, his nose barely an inch away from it.

“It was an electromagnet. A god-damned electromagnet.” Bruce shook his head as he stood up and placed the Pager on a plinth inside one of the glass cases he used to experiment in. He fiddled around with some wires, muttering to himself before standing back. As the three of them crowded round, the screen on the pager lit up and the word “SENDING” flashed across the screen.

Katie looked at Bruce, her face splitting into a smile as he looked at her, the corner of his mouth twisting upwards.

There was another glimmer of hope…

**** Chapter 39 Part 2

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Hey, Guys - It's Called Wandavision For A Reason

It’s not Wanda-Pietro-Mephisto-DoctorStrange-Vision…

CAUTION: SPOILERS FOR THE LATEST EPISODE OF WANDAVISION (1X09) FOLLOW.

Earlier today, the series finale of Wandavision (titled, rather aptly, The Series Finale) aired on Disney+. The show has garnered a devoted following of fans since its release on January 15th, 2021, all of whom have spent the past eight weeks theorising and speculating potential outcomes for the characters. The show certainly reached a high level of hype, particularly with episode five’s introduction of Evan Peters as Wanda’s brother, Pietro Maximoff.

Considering that Evan Peters previously played the X-Men version of the speedster mutant, an American version named Peter, his entrance sparked excitement amongst viewers. Many believed his introduction was a confirmation for all the multiverse theories spinning around currently. Particularly with Olsen confirmed for the Doctor Strange sequel, Multiverse of Madness, and the speculation of Spider-Man’s third MCU outing including two previous iterations of the web-slinging hero, it seemed that Peters would serve as a doorway into confirming the existence of the multiverse.

Those of you who have watched finale will know that this new version of Pietro isn’t Pietro at all, nor is he Peter, but just another unfortunate Westview citizen, victimised by Agatha/Agnes in her attempt to discover the truth behind Wanda’s powers. His real name? Ralph - yes, that Ralph. The previously mentioned but never seen husband of Agnes. His full name?

Ralph Bohner.

Little bit on the nose, true, but this is Marvel we’re talking about.

However.

The show is titled Wandavision. From the very beginning, the story has been focused on Wanda’s refusal to acknowledge her truth. How she has run from her grief and trauma, choosing instead to hide away in a fantasy world where everything is safe, controlled, and familiar. Whilst theorising about how this show will tie-in to the wider universe and potentially lead onto the upcoming projects (Spiderman: No Way Home, Doctor Strange In The Multiverse of Madness) has been fun, it is clear to see that many viewers have lost sight of what the show is actually about.

While we’re seeing what is, for all intents and purposes, a rebooted origins story for Wanda as the Scarlet Witch, the story itself is grounded in themes of trauma, grief, and facing up to reality. We are introduced to a grown-up Monica Rambeau, snapped back into existence after 2019’s Avengers: Endgame, who is forced to adjust to a reality where she disappeared for five whole years, and lost her mother, without ever getting a chance to say goodbye. Her understanding of Wanda’s pain forges a bond between the pair, despite their rocky beginnings.

Wanda, too, was snapped out of existence by Thanos, just moments after watching the love of her life brutally murdered - and this is after she was forced to kill him herself. Not only does she face losing her soulmate all over again in the Wandavision finale, she also comes head-on with the prospect of losing her children. Wanda is a character who is deeply tragic, orphaned during a war, dealing with the loss of her twin, her boyfriend, herself. We must also remember that due to the events of Endgame she has also lost friends, Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff.

Wanda comes full circle by the end of the final episode. She bids farewell to her children, her husband, and the life she has to come to know in Westview. She allows the Hex to come apart, freeing the residents from her control - and, in essence, lets go of the very things that kept her trapped in her own reality. Renewed by the realisation of her full potential, and ready to begin her healing process, she departs, and we say goodbye to Wanda Maximoff. The second post-credits scene shows us that she is off the grid, in isolation, astral-projecting whilst studying the Darkhold spellbook.

I know some are disappointed that Doctor Strange did not make an appearance, that Agatha was the big bad, not Mephisto or Nightmare. But the show made a good choice in allowing it to stay true to its original intentions - exploring the effects of loss, and how, sometimes, holding on can cause more pain than letting go. The introduction of yet another all-powerful being was not required to fill in any part of the story. To have fake-Pietro turn out to be real-Pietro would contradict all of Wanda’s closure, her choice to let go of the past, and look to the future. Sure, the ending is tragic, and heartbreaking - but it’s hopeful, too. We know this is not the last we will see of the so-called harbinger of chaos. Wanda Maximoff’s story may be at a close, but the story of the Scarlet Witch is only beginning.

#personall~#wandavision spoilers #wandavision #wv 1x09 #opinion #opinion piece #wv spoilers #wanda maximoff #monica rambeau #elizabeth olsen #teyonah parris #the vision #paul bettany #mcu #marvel

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sobeautifullyobsessed · 3 years

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14,000,604 - Chapter Eight

The work of 1,500 years searching for the solution to Thanos' destruction of half of all life in the Universe has Stephen soul-weary and starved for kindness...forgiveness...and unconditional love. Before he commits to the final timeline, he allows himself to bask in what he needs--and deserves--the most. With a soft, special soul that sees only the best of him.

[chapters 1-8 on AO3] [contains Explicit/NSFW material]

Nothing in her experience had prepared Hope for how she was feeling for Stephen Strange. In the weeks they had been dating, she’d been taking a slow and easy fall from immediate attraction and swift infatuation to the sweet stirrings of love. And she had sensed at times that he was feeling the same—though at others, it had seemed to her that he was quietly standing off, which had caused her to speculate if there was something in his past which made him skittish about deepening their relationship. Now it all made sense, of course; even those times he’d been out of touch for days at a time following a wonderful afternoon or evening spent in one another’s company. Now, she realized it was a wonder he’d been able to spend any time with her at all.

In the bleak days following The Snap, Hope had been left with very little to hope for. Numerous members of her family as well as several of her closest friends had disappeared, just as her roommate Trish had disintegrated into ash before her very eyes. Half of her students were gone too, their brief lives cruelly robbed. Despair had eventually replaced the chaos that had reigned on the streets of New York City in the initial hours of the drastically changed world. In desperation, she had headed for the building in Greenwich Village that Stephen had called home, figuring that if there was the slightest chance he had survived, she would find him there—or at least someone who might make some sense of what had happened.

But even in her most optimistic imaginings she had never anticipated them finally becoming lovers. Let alone that she would become a source of love and strength and comfort for this brilliant, selfless wonder of a man. For so astonishing and truly long-suffering a soul. Lying beside him now, Hope ached with every cell of her body to give Stephen all that she was, all that she possessed, not only to dull the pain of the woeful burden he carried, but to give him the love he so deserved. The love that filled her heart so right now, that it felt it would soon overspill.

Hope craned her neck to lay a string of soft kisses along his collarbone while slowly stroking the full, hard length of his phallus. Stephen was moaning quietly, rocking into her touch; when she tightened her grip and lingered at his base, then stretched two fingers down to brush against his tightened balls, he groaned hard into her hair, nodding against his pillow.

His erection was lodged against her hip, an irresistible temptation that compelled her to run the thumb of her other hand over his leaking slit, smearing the fluid in widening circles until she lingered on the bottom ridge of its head. He was panting hard for her now, eyes closed and so beautifully lost in her touch that for a moment Hope felt her heart might burst with love for him. She held her tongue against that declaration, fearing it was still too soon to say so.

Instead, she whispered his name as she moved her hand to tug down his pajama bottom, sliding them away as best she could until he finished the task himself. She then guided his hand to the waistband of her panties, quietly urging him. “Mine too, darling. Nothing left between us anymore.”

Stephen grunted, then pressed his lips to her brow. “Yes, baby,” he husked, slipping his hand beneath the thin material to cup her bare bottom, flexing his palm possessively as his magic whisked that last barrier away. “Need you, baby,” he murmured, “Need you like I never have anyone before...”

“I know, darling...me too,” she replied, laying hold of his hip to urge him atop her, moaning as his full length pressed against her mound and he planted his hands beside her shoulders to brace himself above her.

Stephen’s captivating eyes had gone dark with lust as he studied her face. “Hope...baby...I...I...” He paused, at a loss for words.

She reached to stroke his fevered cheek, and he closed his eyes again, seeming to relax a bit in relief. “I know, Stephen...” Hope blinked back a sudden prickling of happy tears, grateful that he didn’t see them, and sighed her truth, “I know...me...me too...”

Hope then twined her legs around his, reaching between them to stroke his throbbing head inside her wet folds, guiding him down to pause as her slick entry, and adoring how his mouth had fallen open in reaction to their most intimate contact yet. Stephen gave the barest of nods, but enough so that she ceded all control to him, gliding her hands around to hold onto his hips.

Face hovering above hers, he inhaled sharply and opened his eyes, quiet happiness softening his singularly handsome features. Staying himself just a little bit longer, Stephen’s focus became crystal clear, piercing her heart as he told her, “You’re…you’re so beautiful, Hope…your soul shines in your eyes. It always has—I wish I’d told you that long ago.” All she could do was smile up at him softly, wishing she could memorize this moment above all the others they had shared, but knowing that was impossible.

With all the heat that had built up between them…with all the desperation each had been feeling to finally be as one…still, it was a wonder how well he took his time, sliding into her so slowly that Hope thought she would melt from the sublime joy of it. She was staring into Stephen’s eyes, panting steadily, loving how her walls gave way to embrace each blessed inch of him. His exquisite penetration unlike any she had ever known.

Stephen was quietly humming, low rumbles of pleasure, setting their rhythm with deep, patient thrusts, making Hope moan at the peak of each one. He lowered his face and brushed his lips to hers, “You’re perfect for me, Hope…this…this is perfect…”

Speechless and hypnotized by everything he was, caught in a depth of love she had never dreamed possible, Hope moved one hand up to lay against his cheek, barely breathing against his mouth before he laid waste to her with a timeless, soul-deep kiss. Leaving her dizzy when it finally dissolved, while Stephen pressed warm, damp kisses across her cheek to below her ear, then gently grazed the side of her neck.

Hope’s hands explored his body freely, reveling in his strong, broad shoulders, the sculpted muscles of his back, and his trim waist, and then taking a hungry grasp on his firm glutes—while delighting in his every reaction. The delicious sounds that she drew from him and his slightest movements. The way his mouth latched onto her skin, leaving love bruises which she was only too happy to bear.

She had known him to be a man of astonishing discipline in every way, so that she shouldn’t have been surprised that he proved this again in their lovemaking. Hope wanted to tell him he was spoiling her; ruining her for any future lover—for that was pure truth—but still she held her tongue, knowing that even this would fade from her mind when the time came for them to part.

Perhaps her senses were heightened with her heart so invested in each moment they were sharing. Or perhaps the magic he possessed had become enmeshed with his emotions. Mayhap it was some combination of the two. Whatever it was, Hope could swear that with each kiss that Stephen left upon her skin, with every touch of his dear, beautiful hands, a soft, tingling warmth remained behind, sinking layers deep, suffusing her blood, her bones, her very soul with a happiness like nothing she had ever imagined possible. But still there was the bittersweet counterpoint, in knowing that this was impermanent---so that eventually, she could no longer stem her tears.

Of course, Stephen noticed, and stilled his movements at once. “What’s wrong, baby?” His voice was raspy with immediate concern. “Have I hurt you, Hope?” Stephen blinked his eyes in disbelief, so that she laid a hand against his cheek and shook her head vehemently.

“My dearest...my darling, Stephen---you could never, ever hurt me...” She beamed him her most honest smile, “It’s just my heart is so full right now that...that it simply overflowed.” And then, because there was no good reason to deny it a moment longer, Hope lifted her face enough to brush her lips to his and whispered against them, “I love you, Stephen Strange. With everything I am.” She sniffled and huffed a relieved laugh, “Don’t you dare ever forget that, darling. No matter where your journey takes you. I love you. And even erasing Time will not change that.” She laid her head back on the pillow, hanging her heart upon his reply.

With the lopsided smile that had charmed her from the very afternoon they had met, Stephen nodded his promise. “I won��t forget, baby. It’ll be...” He bit his lip, searching for the best words. “You’ll be...the lighthouse beacon that finally guides me home.”

Hope gave a small nod, her eyes still locked on his, satisfied with his promise that her heartfelt profession would help to sustain him through his bitter, lonely task. A breathless moment passed, until Stephen smiled at her rather wickedly, refreshing her desire as he began grinding into her. “Oh my,” she panted, closing her eyes and giving into his will for them, laying her throat bare to his hungry mouth. Basking in the warmth that she felt at every point of contact between them. Wrapping her legs around his waist, so to take him even deeper inside, while lifting her pelvis to meet each powerful thrust. Holding onto his hips and then his bottom, desperate for the new, swifter rhythm he was setting. Losing herself in their beautiful, shared tension, longing to feel his full release as much as her own.

Stephen’s kisses became hot, wet, sloppy, spreading across her shoulders and collarbone, while she sank one hand into his hair, dampened at the roots from the vigor of their lovemaking. Hope was moaning his name, gasping her delight, begging him to never stop. Suddenly, he plunged his right hand between them to rub her clitoris in insistent circles, and laid his mouth against her ear, “I’m nearly there, baby,” he rasped, “Can’t hold off much longer...”

“It’s alright, darling,” she exclaimed between deep-throated moans, “Whatever...whatever you need...”

HIs mouth had fallen open against her, hot-breathed and huffing staccato gorans at the crest of each thrust. “I...I need you, Hope...need you to cum for me, baby...to cum with me...now...” She felt him nod rapidly as his body stiffened, and knew just before he began to spasm inside her that he had passed his endurance. “Yes...oh, god yes,” he growled, pumping into her mercilessly, his breath heaving, one hand pinned to her hip, the other still seeking to drive her to climax.

Hope couldn’t tell---nor did it really matter in the end---what caused the remarkable intensity of her orgasm. Waves and waves which drowned her in mind-blowing ecstasy. Certainly it was in a great part---and for this fleeting, exquisite span of time---in knowing that her Stephen was connected to her in the most vital ways. Not just physically, but heart to heart. In his craving to satisfy her at the same moment that he peaked, and in his cries of unadulterated bliss. And in the fervor of his touch as he emptied himself into her depths. Within their shared crescendo, and in the aftermath as they gradually came down, Hope understood that she would’ve surrendered her very soul to him if he’d required such---and to show him that he had become the world to her.

Drenched in one another, they lay as one a while longer, murmuring soft endearments back and forth. Hope would have been happy to deny reality a while longer, to just exist in their quite bubble of bliss, but all too soon his mind returned to the truth awaiting him. “Oh, god...god help me...” his whispered against the side of her neck, while she soothed her hands across his back and onto his shoulders, “...god help us, honey...”

“Ssssssshhhhhh, my darling, please. All will be well, Stephen.” It hurt to hear him despair so soon after what they’d shared. “I swear that it will...by my soul, and by everything that I ever held dear. We’re going to be alright.” She turned her face to kiss his brow, “Believe me, love---because I know that you will find your way to me again, even if it takes a decade or more.” And I couldn’t bear to draw another breath if I didn’t!

When he could finally raise his head, Stephen gazed down at her, drinking in her features as though committing them to eternal memory. He dipped his face close and kissed her tenderly; her mouth, her eyelids, her cheeks, then withdrew enough to watch her as he spoke. “I love you, Hope. I love everything about you. Your optimism and your kindness...the generous way that you look at the world...how brave you are when faced with...with uncertainty and the impossible.” His beautiful eyes gleamed with tears, though he wore a small smile while he added, “But most of all, how you’ve given me your trust and your heart without reservation. Or even a promise that we can have a real future.”

Mastering another round of tears---for his sake alone---Hope sighed her sweetest, brushing her fingers through the strands of hair fallen across his brow. “Forget the future for now, Stephen. Give me what time you have left now and we’ll make a handful of memories more to warm you until you come to claim me as yours once your work is done.”

#my writing #14000604 #romance #angst #passion #love #Doctor Strange #Stephen Strange #Stephen Strange x OFC #Hope Collins #OFC #Stephen x Hope #Doctor Strange x OFC #lemon #lemony goodness #Avengers: Infinity War #Avengers: Endgame #Strangebatch #My Eternal Muse

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dragonsholygrail · 4 years

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Saving My Savior

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 4K

𝗮/𝗻: This is an AU for Loki’s time with Thanos. It’s in-between Thor and Avengers. The MC is another daughter of Thanos. She looks human enough but she has these powers of the mind. She can make people believe anything she wants. Whether they are seeing something or she’s making them believe they’re in pain and a bunch of other powers that include the mind.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: Swearing, talks about, and shows torture.

Gamora swung, punching me hard in the face. I grunt, stumbling back and wiping the blood from the corner of my lip. Both of us were breathing heavily as we moved back into our fighting stance. We had been training for hours. I was losing. And I never lost!

I wasn’t too surprised though; I was once again asked and expected to torture the man I was in love with. Thanos didn’t know of course. And I couldn’t let him. I couldn’t imagine what pain Thanos would inflict on Loki and if he found out about our love.

I threw a punch of my own yet Gamora moved to the side. I punched, aiming for her throat, her stomach, her face. Yet every time she moved to the side as if I was moving in slow motion and she had all the time in the world. I growl under my breath. I was losing patience for this...

Finally Gamora moved, she kicked out her foot and aimed at my chest. I caught it and tugged her forward, using my other hand to latch around her throat. Gamora was quick to snap her own hands to my throat. We stand closely, both of us squeezing and both of us losing our air supply. Teeth barred to her, I stomp my foot against her knee and she buckles.

She crashes onto the metal floor. I let go of her and step back. I barley have time to collect myself before she lunges out. One hand goes to my jaw and the other on top of my head. I freeze. She sees this and her eyes harden.

“What’s wrong? Can’t figure your way out of this one?” She goads. I assess the hold she has on me. It’s loose. I scream and roughly push her away from me. The force knocks her back onto the ground. She looks up at me with ferocity, clutching her side loosely. I eye the movement intently. Interesting...

Gamora grunts as she stands, still keeping her arm across her stomach to guard her side. “You’re growing weak, sister,” she hisses. I inhale sharply and clench my fists tightly.

I scream, stomping towards her and delivering blow after blow anywhere I could make contact. But Gamora was ready. She stepped back and side-blocked each move I made. My patience was getting thin and I needed to win this. With a sharp inhale I swipe up her feet and thrust the palm of my hand to her chest. Gamora when flying back. But with her body in the air she barrel rolled and kicked me in the face.

We both fell harshly onto the metal floor. Gamora and I groan in sync. I don’t bother trying to get up, instead, I lay on the floor and stare up at the ceiling of this level of the ship. I see Gamora sit up from my peripheral vision.

“You’re getting weaker sister. I don’t usually come this close to beating you,” Gamora comments, a hint of amusement in her voice. That was it; my patience snapped like a rubber band. I make my way back to her, rage spilling over me in waves.

“I. Am. Not!” I yell, focusing in on her and honing my powers. In an instant Gamora is screaming in pain, my powers forcing her to believe she was in the worst pain imaginable. Gamora’s body arches before she begins to contort and wither in pain.

I soon let up on the illusion and crouch down next to her. Gamora relaxes and looks up at me lazily.

“Know your place,” I spit out lowly. I place my hands on my knees to help me stand back up. I don’t look back at her as I head to my private quarters to freshen up.

I let my hair fall from its towel before I start to re-dress. It’s only when I’m zipping up my leather jacket that someone knocks on the door. I look in the mirror and smile. The outfit I wore was dark green, black, and gold. I had taken to Loki’s colors with fondness. I move with hurried pace to open the door. Standing in front of me was one of Thano’s little lackey’s: Ebony Maw.

“Maw,” I greet distastefully. Ebony’s lip curls into a snarl.

“Thanos requires your assistance,” he says back, the mutual hate between us evident. Yet I stiffen at the phrase he spoke. It was a code of sorts, a calling for me whenever Thanos needed me to torture someone. It just so happened to be Loki that it had been leading too these last few months. I give him a curt nod. What was I supposed to do? Refuse Thanos? That’s wishful thinking.

Ebony Maw turns on his heel and starts leading me towards the torture chambers. We enter the lower levels of the castle. Before we are about to turn a corner, I almost bump into my sisters. Nebula held Gamora up and Gamora was still guarding her side. I look over them and try not to scoff. And she thinks I am the weak one, I think to myself.

“Gamora... Nebula.” I nod, even letting a smirk grace my face. Nebula senses the smug tone in my voice and she straightens. Always trying to prove herself; the little runt of the family.

“Sister,” Nebula responds cordially.

“Come now,” Maw snaps. I look and realize he’s all the way at the end of the hall. I start to go on my way when Gamora grabs my for arm in an iron grip.

“Please, sister. Don’t do this. If Thanos finds out—“

“And he won’t... Will he?” I interrupt, looking up at her. She stares at me deeply. I know she worries, but I can take care of myself. Gamora breaks from my gaze and looks down to the ground. I rip my arm out of her hold and continue to follow Ebony Maw.

As we walk down the corridors I can’t help but think back on the time Gamora had walked in on one of my sessions. It was around the time I had started to grow feelings for the troublesome god. Instead of using my powers to torture him, I would use them to give him peace. He would sit against the wall and beckon me into his lap; a comfort we both needed. Then I would use my illusions or conjure moments of peace and happiness for us. But Gamora had walked in and broke the spell. There was a lot of yelling— mostly on her part. There was a lot of nervous tears—mostly on my part.

But at the end of the day, Gamora wanted me to be happy for as long as we could manage to pull this off for. She always told me she wouldn’t risk my safety for the god of mischief. And over the past few weeks, Thanos has been growing impatient. He wanted results and he wanted Loki ready. Of course Loki was fine— mentally. Physically he was malnourished and dehydrated. But he was not as susceptible to Thanos as Thanos thought.

Ebony Maw stops in front of a metal door that had two guards stationed out front...More of Thanos’ so called “children”: Proxima Midnight and Corvus Glaive.

“Open the doors,” Maw commanded. Proxima nodded and turned to the door. She entered in a code even I didn’t know and the steel doors opened with a snap. Maw moved to the side and motioned for me to walk inside. I swallow thickly and enter the plain grey room.

The only decoration in the room was laid in the center. Chains hung from the ceiling and some more were sealed to the ground. In those chains were Loki. His head hung low and his knees ghosted over the floor. I could tell he was clearly starving, thirsty, and exhausted. I hated seeing him like this. If only he could get away...

My heart rattled. Of course I didn’t want him gone and away from me, but who was I to have him stay here in pain? If he could get out, I would let him go. I would help him go! Anyway I could...

I stand, stiff and tense. I can feel all of their gazes on my back. I wait impatiently until I hear the snap of the doors. As soon as the seal clicks my shoulders slump and I race towards him. Skidding to the floor, I grasp the chains at his feet and use my key to unchain him.

It’s only then that Loki even senses my presence. The chains around his wrists clank and he eventually manages to pull his head up and look at me.

“You’re here,” he croaks. I smile, taking his face in my hands and kissing him lightly.

“Of course I am. And I’m about to make everything better.” I nod, assuring him and trying to assure myself. He looks up at me as I stand and reach for the chains around his wrists. When I get an arm loose, Loki immediately latches it around my waist. I unlock the other and his arms wind around my hips to support himself. I brush my fingers through his hair tenderly. I can feel his steady breathing against my stomach and my mind calms down. He’s here, with me. He is ok.

When I feel he’s ready to move, we both separate. Loki sits on his arse and scoots against the wall without any help from me. His cheeks looked hallow and the dark circles under his eyes were a heartbreaking sight to see. But he held out his hand and motioned for me to sit in his lap. My brows furrow as I walk over to him. He looked oh so fragile. I attempt to sit down carefully when his arm wraps around my waist and he curls me into him. He hums in approval and a smile grows on my face. I slide my right hand against his chest and burrow my face in his neck. He responds by tightening his hold on me.

“Are you ready?” I ask quietly. Loki inhales slowly before letting out the breath.

“Yes, I think I am,” he confirms.

And just like that, the world around us shimmered away. We now stood in Asgard’s ballroom; a memory I had taken from Loki’s mind. I laugh quietly as Loki’s face immediately brightened. He spun slowly, looking around the place in awe. My smile widens as I look over the love of my life. In my illusion I painted him how I always imagined him. Like a king.

He looked full, quenched, and well-rested. He looked immeasurably happy. Loki turns full circle and lands on me. His lips curl into a wicked grin as he sees my dress.

“Well don’t you look marvelous,” he compliments. My gown fell to the floor and was an abstract design of green, black, gold, and white. I nod and motion back to him.

“As do you, Loki, Prince of Asgard,” I say back. Both Loki and I look down to admire his apparel. He wore Asgardian robes. Green and gold colors adorning it that gave him a refined look. Loki chuckled, happiness radiating off of him as he took everything in, once again. I simply stand and watch him. Seeing and feeling the happiness he feels whenever we go somewhere was simply the greatest feeling in the world.

Loki suddenly grows very serious and I fear I did something wrong. Did I mess up the illusion. He walks towards me, a determined yet slightly nervous edge in his posture. He stops about a foot away from me and holds out his hand.

“May I have this dance?” He asks, his voice silky and smooth. I bite my lip, wanting to suppress that certain smile only he can cause. I nod, not trusting my voice. He grins as if he could possibly know and delicately takes the hand I hold out for him. He pulls me towards him and wraps his free hand around my waist. We hold onto each other with a hand each and I use my free one to rest it across his back. We begin to sway. Realizing that we might need some music, I begin playing a song taken from a memory of a random person on Midgard.

‘A Thousand Years’ by Christina Perri starts playing. Loki jumps, looking up at the sky and I begin to laugh.

“What in the Valhalla?” He muttered. I laugh again, causing him to look down at me.

“It’s from Midgard. It’s what mortals are listening to,” I explain. His lips part and he looks back up to the sky.

“It’s quite nice,” he whispers, then without looking at me, rests his cheek on the side of my head. I smile and pull him impossibly closer.

“I thought it fit,” I say with a shrug as the song continues to ‘I have died everyday, waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more.’ With my head on his chest, I hear the deep rumble of Loki’s chuckle.

“Yes, I suppose it does,” he agrees.

We dance steadily till he surprises me, stepping back and guiding me to spin in a circle under our lifted hands. I do so and gasp as he pulls me close again. I look up at his smiling face and revel in the fact that I was the one causing that.

‘And all along I believed, I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more.’

Loki leads us through the room. He spins me, he guides me, he moves our arms fluidly with each new move of the dance.

‘One step closer

One step closer’

He steps back, holding out his arm. I don’t hesitate to take it, walking back into his comforting embrace. He moves his hands and his touch begins near my shoulders. They glide down along my exposed skin, causing goosebumps to rise. I shudder. He smirks as if it was the exact reaction he had been wishing for before he softly places my arms around his neck. He winds his own arms around my waist and draws us close.

“This has been lovely,” Loki murmurs, his head ducked down close to my ear. I merely respond with the slight ‘mhm.’ I was tired. Using my powers for so many things for so long was beginning to take its toll. “When must it end?” He asks. I look up; leaning my head out as far as to see him, though my eyes slightly drooped. I look into his eyes and see the sadness and pain creep up on him. The thought of going back to being malnourished was not something anyone would look forward to.

“We can stay for a little while longer,” I assure him, trying to give my best uplifting smile. Loki’s gaze immediately hardens and his hand moves to cup my cheek.

“You’re tired,” he states. I flop my shoulders in an attempt to shrug. His jaw clenches as he sends me a look. “Do not lie to me,” he grits out. I sigh deeply and let my head sag into his hand. Clear worry replaces the mask of anger on his face at the sight of me.

“It’s hard, I’ll admit. The limit on my power is being stretched thin,” I explain. His brows furrow deeper. “Casting multiple illusions for a multiple of people… I have you and myself here. I have our clothes, your health, the music, and I am casting illusions onto Proxima Midnight and Corvus Glaive,” I give in and explain. Loki’s thumb brushes my cheek.

“What for?” He asks softly. I wince. My head spins and my arms shoot out to hold onto his forearms.

“To make them believe I am torturing you. The sound of your...screams. To avoid suspicion.” I look at him deeply.

“Then we should leave.” Loki nods. I shake my head rapidly.

“No, no. Loki, I’ll be alright. This is all you get. Fleeting moments with me. I want to make them worthwhile,” I express. He chuckles.

“Even the shortest of moments with you are worthwhile.” I shake my head. I hang my arms back around his neck and I hold him close.

“Can we— can we just finish the song? Then we’ll go,” I whisper. I hear him sigh, but eventually he nods and holds me tightly.

I have died everyday, waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

My lips part. I certainly felt faint. I don’t dare do anything or react. Feeling exhausted was worth doing this for him; because once the illusion was shattered, we would both be back in Thanos’ home. We would both be miserable. A trickle of a feeling passed over me. Something was wrong… but the weakness was consuming my body and I couldn’t tell what was happening. As much as I wanted to focus on Loki and Loki alone, I thought deeply on the sense of dread coursing through my body.

And all along I believed, I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

“Thanos,” I whisper, realization flooding me. A look of horror graced my face as Loki leant back to stare at me.

“Pardon?” He asks. I gasp.

“Thanos.”

Suddenly our world shattered. I scream, being yanked by my hair. I look at Loki as he crumples to the floor, only being held up by my dear brother and sister. I crane my head upwards only to see Thanos gripping my hair tightly. His jaw was locked and if he could, his face would be red with anger. I guess it turned a little brown…

My eyes fall over to Gamora who held her hands over her mouth, regret in her eyes.

“You bitch!” I growl. She closes her eyes. Thanos yanks my hair back and I groan, feeling the strain on my scalp.

“Your sister did the right thing. She exposed me to the traitor in our midst. I just never thought it would be one of my children.” Thanos spoke darkly.

“I’m not your kid,” I spit out. I cry out after he yanks my hair back once again.

“We’ll put them in separate rooms. We have months of work to catch up on,” Thanos orders.

“Loki,” I whisper as Thanos turns around, dragging me out of this room and into the next.

Thanos throws me onto the floor of an empty room. I grunt in landing.

“Let’s get to work,” Thanos says with a wide smirk.

Hours later…

Everything hurt. He had performed every form of torture known throughout all the universes. And there was a lot. When he had finished, I hung from the wall. We both knew I wouldn’t be able to stand on my own. Thoughtful, wasn’t he? He bends down to look me in the eye.

“Let us go show your lover what being with him costs. Maybe that will get him to comply,” Thanos says through clenched teeth.

Thanos rips the chains off my body and carries my by the back of my neck. I groan in pain from just about every move made by me and Thanos. The door to the room Loki’s in opens and Thanos throws me inside. I crash onto the ground and I groan, feeling parts of my body throb in pain.

“What? What did you do?!” Loki shouts weakly, his own injuries not redenering him the most useful. Loki was sprawled out on the floor. He cried out, moving to get closer to me. Thanos stepped in front of me.

“Do you love her?” He asks lowly. Loki flinches, turning his gaze to the floor. “Do you love her, boy?!” He yells.

“Yes,” Loki says weakly. A sick smirk grows on Thanos’ face.

“Then look upon what you have done to your beloved, because this,” Thanos growled, stomping around and gripping the hair at the base of our heads. He yanks us both up to stare at each other. “Is what happens when you go against me,” Thanos speaks darkly. Tears fall down my face. My scalp felt like it was on fire. Loki’s jaw was clenched as if he was trying to hold in all the pain. He let us both fall to the floor and I gasped, tears falling quicker by the minute. This was agony.

Thanos moves around me, pulling and tugging at my limbs to get me in another set of chains that must have been brought in. He then moves and I watch as he starts chaining up Loki. I close my eyes, trying to focus on better things. Thanos eventually steps away from us and looks at his work.

“Look at what your betrayal has led to… I’ll be back for you both soon enough,” he explains before walking out of the room. Once the seal closes I let the illusion shatter. Loki suddenly noticing he wasn’t in chains, scrambles up into a sitting position.

“What is?” His eyes flicker up to me. He inhales sharply as he moves to cup my face with his hands. “What are you doing?” He croaks out. I close my eyes briefly before I smile as much as my injuries would allow me.

“I promised myself that if you ever got the chance to leave, I would let you. More importantly, I would help you. This is me helping you,” I whisper. Loki shakes his head.

“But I- I can’t. I can’t leave you here,” he whispers out desperately. As much as it hurt, I pushed forward and leaned my forehead against his own.

“Please…” I trail off. We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity before he nods, determination flooding his features.

“What do I do?” He asks. I exhale in relief.

“Use the tesseract. Get out of here and find help. Thanos will not stop once he’s lost you. He will find another and create the same chaos he first intended. Find the most powerful beings in the multi-verse and stop him,” I explain, putting as much strength as I could muster in my voice.

“I will,” he says, standing up. “And I will come back for you,” he states. I grin and do my best to shrug no matter how much it hurt.

“I’ll be waiting…”

Loki chuckled and hauled himself up, groaning in the process.

“I’ll try and keep an illusion around you as long as I am able,” I tell him. He nods and kisses my forehead softly.

“Don’t strain yourself, love,” he says against my forehead. I peer over my shoulder and watch him move out of the room. I was already beginning to feel tired.

“Hurry,” I whisper.

Third person.

Loki reaches the room that held the tesseract. He was surprised no one had noticed him but he chalked that up to her not listening to him. He walked up to the blue cube and reached for it.

“If you leave, I will kill her,” a deep voice grumbled. Loki spun on his heel and was met face-to-face with Thanos. Loki let his hand fall to his side. “But… if you go to New York and allow the Chitari through, I will let you and her go. Fail me, I’ll kill you both,”

Loki froze. He needed to save her. He couldn’t let her die after she risked everything to save him. He couldn’t do that to her. He sighed and dug his hands into his greasy hair. He didn’t want to do this, he knew she wouldn’t want him to do this… but he saw no other choice.

“So, will you do it?” Thanos asked expectantly. Loki let his hands fall before looking Thanos in the eye.

“I will.”

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Together Forever

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You stood up, after being knocked down by Thanos for what felt like the millionth time but getting up this time was different, something felt different, for once you didn’t feel like you were going to lose. It felt like something was about to change and you were going to win. That’s when you heard a voice, a voice that you hadn’t heard in over 5 years.

“Hey Cap, can you hear me? Its Sam. On your left.”

You turn around, facing away from Thanos and his army to see an orange circle appearing, walking out from the portal was T’challa and his Wakanda army. You see Sam fly out and start smiling, tears filling your eyes, you look back at Steve, covered in dirty, blood and bruises just like you but those couldn’t hide the look of joy upon his face. You turn back and see more people coming from the portals, Wanda, your best friend, Peter the kid who was like a little brother, faces of people you had never seen before, they were back, it had worked. Everyone who was turned to dust by Thanos had returned which could only mean one thing Bucky was back. The love of your life who you had watched turn to dust was alive. You did a quick scan of all the people but you couldn’t see him but you knew he was here. Steve walked a little towards you before stopping, looking at everyone.

“Ready?” He asks.

“Let’s do this.”

You turn around and face Thanos’ army, you could hear the Wakanda army chanting, you see Thanos raise his sword. This was it, this is what it had come down to and you were more determined than ever to finish this.

“Avengers.....Assemble.” Steve shouts.

Next thing you knew, everyone was running forward, you hold your sword in both hands and attack any creature that was coming your way, whilst still in search for Bucky. Your eyes scan everywhere, trying to find him but you had no luck so far. There were too many people. It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. You look to your left and see Peter in trouble so you head to help him. You stab the creature in front of you before sliding to the floor and taking out the creature heading for Peter. When Peter opens his eyes, he smiles and you help him up.

“Queens, have you seen Bucky anywhere?” You asks.

“I’m sorry Y/n. Not even a glimpse.” He says.

You carry on fighting, you’ve lost count on how many creatures you have killed but they just keeping coming. You are currently helping Rocket who looks like he is having the time of his life.

“Pretty boy went that way.” Rocket tells you.

You look to the direction that Rocket was pointing to, you thank him and head in that direction, as you are running, you don’t see the creature running in from the side. It takes you out, knocking you down the hill, you roll on the floor a few times before regaining sense of everything, you see it running towards you, you go to grab your sword but see its not in reach, it jumps on top of you, you kick out at it and manage to get it off you, you quickly grab the knife from behind your back and throw it at the creature. You then see another one heading for you, you run to pick up your sword, before you can do anything it falls to the ground after being shot. You turn around and look up to say thank you to whoever had saved you and that’s when you see him, Bucky Barnes.

“So I come back from the dead and end up saving your life.” He says making his way down the hill

You drop your sword, tears in your eyes, you couldn’t believe he was standing in front of you. You thought you would never see him again. You quickly run up to him and fling your arms around him, burying your face in his neck, he drops his gun and you feel him wrap his arms around you waist.

“Hey, how long was I gone.” He asks.

“Too dam long Bucky. Too dam long.” You say.

You pull away and look at him before you kiss him. You had missed him more than words could say, you knew this wasn't the appropriate time to having a make out session with your boyfriend so you pull away. He looks at you with a smile on his face, he quickly wipes the tears from your eyes before giving you a quick peck on your lips.

“As much as I would love to continue this, we have some aliens to kill.” He says.

“Together?”

“Together.” He whispers taking your hand in his.

Fighting with Bucky by your side was one of the best thing ever, you two were able to take anything on, nothing could stop the two of you. You knew you were winning this battle, you could feel it deep down, that is until you heard gunshots being fired from one of Thanos’ warship. All around people were being blasted in all directions and they were getting closer to you. You and Bucky were currently fighting 5 creatures, once you had killed them all you didn’t have time to run, Bucky jumped in front of you, the blast a few inches from you caused you to be flung in the air.

“Y/n. Are you okay?” Bucky asks.

“I’m fine.”

You look up to see one of the guns pointing straight towards you, Bucky pulls you into him and turns you around so he can take the full front of the blast, you prepare yourself to be hit but nothing happens. You look up, just in time to see the warship fall from the sky thanks to Carol. You carry on fighting, helping out Steve and Thor, making sure that you could see Bucky, you didn’t want to lose him again. You had no idea how much time had past but you did know that it was the adrenaline keeping you going. All that was about to change, you see Steve fighting Thanos but he gets knocked to the ground, you run towards him but he quickly grabs you by the throat before you have chance to do anything and throws you to the side. You watch as Carol and Tony take turns to try and stop Thanos from getting the stones. You see Thanos about to snap his fingers, you run towards him but its too late he snaps them but nothing happens, you look at Tony to find that he managed to get the Stones.

“And I...Am...Iron Man.” Tony says.

He clicks his fingers and everything just stops, Thanos’ army had been defeated, they were turning to dust, you feel fingers thread through yours and see Bucky by your side. You look back and see Pepper kneeling next to Tony, you knew what was happening but you didn’t want to except that it was. Tony Stark was dead, earth had lost its best defender, he had sacrificed himself to save everyone else.

A few weeks had past since you had won, things weren’t the same as before. You had lost Natasha, Tony and Steve. You were currently staying with Pepper and a few others at Pepper’s cabin.

“Hey doll. You okay?”

You turn round to see Bucky walking towards you.

“I’m fine. I should be asking how you are?”

Bucky had lost his best friend, someone who had always been there for him when others weren’t, it was obviously a hard time for him but you wouldn’t think it with how he had been acting.

“I’m fine I’ve told you. I’m happy with Steve’s decision, he deserved to live his life and he did and now I get to live my life with you. Everything is perfect Y/n I wouldn’t change a thing, actually there is one thing I would like to change.”

“And what is that?” You ask him.

“Your surname.” He smiles.

You look at Bucky, a shocked expression on your face. He takes your left hand in his before he gets down on one knee and pulls a box out of his back pocket, revealing the most beautiful ring you had ever seen

“Y/n Y/l/n. I fell for you the moment I started to become myself again. You were there for me when no one else was, you helped me become who I am today and I am so thankful for you coming into my life. I love you so much, I want us to be together, forever, so will you do me the honour and become my wife?”

You were lost for words, you couldn’t believe this was happening. A couple of months a go he was dead and you never thought you would see him again but here was proposing to you.

“Doll, you’re kinda scaring me.”

“Yes Bucky. Of course I will marry you.” You smile through tears.

Bucky slips the ring on your finger and stands up, kissing you, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Suddenly you hear clapping, you pull away from Bucky and look to your left. You see Pepper, Happy, Morgan, Sam, Wanda and Bruce all cheering and clapping.

“I love you doll.”

You turn back to look at Bucky.

“I love you too.” You say before kissing him again.

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Comics this week (12/1/2020)?

calvatronlordofall said: Today’s comics?

Far Sector #9: Another comic I won’t understand until it’s done and I can reread the whole thing but that I’m enjoying anyway. Really, really hope Jemisin continues contributing to the medium in some form after this, because she absolutely has a gift for it.

Strange Adventures #7: He doesn’t care for tyranny, folks. And JEEESSSUUUUS, Doc

DCeased: Dead Planet #6: Some quality DC Comics nonsense problem-solving, but not sure at all whether the chips are gonna fall in favor of the stuff about this I’ve been really liking or the aspects I simply don’t care about at all.

Tales From The Dark Multiverse: Wonder Woman: War Of The Gods: While I’ve seen plenty of them around the periphery in anthologies and so forth I think this is Vita Ayala’s first full work I’ve been exposed to, and tbh I can’t say I’m taken, even given the pretty threadbare-seeming material for them to work with. I’ll still give Children of the Atom a try, but my expectations have been lowered. Nice seeing Trish Mulviihill’s colors though, thought they looked familiar and it turns out she worked on my beloved Superman & Bugs Bunny.

Batman: The Adventures Continue #7: Yeah, now that it’s all said and done, definitely the best take on the death and return of Jason Todd.

Batman #104: Art’s taken a hit, but Ghostmaker’s getting more and more fun as a character the more that comes out about him. And surprising seeing Dick in his real Robin suit in flashback, Dark Designs had him still rocking that New 52 abomination. It really seems like the policy RE: costumes in flashbacks with him remains up in the air at any given time?

Anonymous said: Thoughts on the long-awaited BatCat?

Anonymous said: Bat/Cat the objectively best comic of the week. Thots.

Batman/Catwoman #1: I imagine disappointingly, quite few - both the best and worst part of this book is that King’s entire spiel on “This is gonna be such a different animal from my regular run, this is my DKR, this is my ultimate prestige statement on the characters” was pure hype, this is just the next issue of his Batman run with Clay Mann as the new main artist. And it’s good! I like it! I think it’d take awhile for anybody to tumble onto the ‘three timelines’ aspect of it if they didn’t go in knowing about it since the color of Catwoman’s suit is the only obvious tipoff for a chunk of it, but it’s still a well-constructed piece of comics in line with the story up to this point, even if it’s so in line with it that it pretty much puts the lie to the notion that this was originally conceived of as a special prestige project in the same way as Strange Adventures or Rorschach. Mostly I’m just struck now that it’s out by the guts of doing a straight sequel to Mask of the Phantasm, given that’s maybe the singularly least divisive major Batman story: everybody on every side of the Batman-loving aisle recognizes it as hallowed ground, so nobody’s gonna not be let down if you fuck it up. I really need to rewatch it, it’s been well over a decade and unlike Return of the Joker my memories of it have almost entirely faded.

Black Widow #4: The further in I get the more I’m struck by the cleverness of the central conceit. How do you construct a drama around a century-old woman whose business has her have to mostly forsake most normal human connection? Make the literal supervillain plot that she’s been forced to have incredibly intimate human connections, and now she’s just gotta deal with that on top of what would otherwise be fairly routine Black Widow stuff.

Miles Morales: Spider-Man #21: Hate to say it folks, but even discounting the severity of the delays this arc’s been a dud. Really hoping it finds its feet again soon.

King In Black #1: Holy cow, this was ass. I went in thinking “well, I’ve resigned myself to having to get this to understand the crossovers into books I’m already getting and tie-in minis I do care about, but Cates still has a baseline level of competency so it should still be perfectly readable”, but this is just...nothing. This is that modern Dan Jurgens tier where it’s so bland and perfunctory and inoffensively executed it loops back around to infuriating, except Dan Jurgens’s writing if nothing else at least doesn’t strut around in tangible self-regard as the next great sales-shattering triumph of the Punk Rock God Of Comixxx like Cates’. And when was the last Marvel event on this scale with such little hype behind it? Even Empyre seemed like it had more weight on arrival, and much as I enjoyed it I’m pretty sure that book mainly existed to fill space until we got this. Maybe it’s just the circle I run in. I swear I remember Thanos Wins being pretty fun, and I just reread Atomahawk and that was still a hoot, so it’s a shame Cates has turned out this way, and worse he’s ended up Marvel’s new golden boy. Unless my dad likes it (and if so hey, he’s not alone, I imagine this is selling gangbusters) I’m sure not grabbing another issue, so I guess I’ll have to do my best with context clues in figuring out what’s going on for...Guardians of the Galaxy, S.W.O.R.D., Daredevil, Namor, Return of the Valkyries, the Joe Fixit Immortal Hulk one-shot, Iron Man/Doctor Doom, and the next book below. Fuck.

The Union #1: I’ve only read Everything Used To Be Black And White for Jack Staff but I was definitely curious what Grist would do here, and it didn’t disappoint! Fun little story, bunch of neat character ideas I’m looking forward to seeing developed further, very lived-in feeling slice of its corner of a superhero world.

Marvels Snapshots: Civil War: An excellent little parable that I’m surprised we didn’t actually see the likes of in ‘06, and frankly worth getting a mediocre Miles Morales arc for (even if it was disappointing that that one had to be where the ball was dropped) if this is where Ahmed’s attention was going instead.

Daredevil #25: So I turned two pages at once and accidentally spoiled myself at the last possible moment for the big reveal of the issue, so that sucks. Still a great issue though - one that manages to function as a logical extension of an incredibly street-level story even though it can only possibly exist as an extrapolation of the wildest excesses of the Marvel universe - but I cannot imagine how the hell the next is gonna cleanly pivot into King in Black shenanigans.

Kill A Man: A new OGN by Steve Orlando, cowritten with Phillip Kennedy Johnson and with art by Al Morgan and letters by Jim Campbell, the reductive though not inaccurate pitch is ‘queer Creed’. But since this is likely to sail under the radar I need to emphasize this is one of Orlando’s absolute best works, a real triumph of the form that’s among the best comics of the year (good GOD does this put to shame 99% of superhero comics fight scenes by the end), and a must-buy for any fans of his work. I’m just gonna let how hard the title and solicit text go speak for themselves:

“As a child, James Bellyi watched his father die in the ring as payback for slurs thrown at the other fighter. Today, he's a Mixed Martial Arts star at the top of his game, and one of the most popular fighters in the world...until he's outed as gay in his title shot press conference. Abandoned overnight by his training camp, his endorsements, his fans and his sport, to regain his title shot Bellyi is forced to turn to the last person he ever wants to see again: Xavier Mayne, a gay, once-great fighter in his own right...and the man James once watched kill his father.”

#Week's Comics #Opinion

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