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welldonekhushi · 8 months

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Till We Meet Again

Timeline: OG!Modern Warfare (this is a flashback of when Scarlet and Soap were young before they met together in the army again)

Pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x Samantha "Scarlet" Wright (OC)

Note: A short snippet I made when Soap and Scarlet were separated. Yes, it's sure a bit angsty but heartwarming at the same time! So, I hope you like it *sniff*

"Will you come back?" Scarlet looked at the teen, with worried eyes. John turned around, clenching his bag tighter and looked at his parents packing his stuff in the cab, not sure if he could answer Scarlet's question, but only responded with a hopeful smile, wishing he'd find a chance to see her again. He turned back and walks towards the girl, caressing her face.

"I can't be sure when, lass.. but when it's the time. The day, and the moment. Maybe.. you might see me, and I'll see you."

"But I hate waiting." Scarlet furrowed her eyebrows, casting her head down. "And without you, it feels empty.. I don't think my life would ever be the same again." She sniffed.

"I don't want you to be thinking about me all the time.. you know currently your studies are necessary, right? And besides, all the teachers have utmost hope in you. Also, you have your dream to fulfill, ain't it?"

Scarlet nodded. "Have you decided your regiment yet?"

"Hmm, not yet. Maybe once I go through military school, I'll absolutely clarify where I belong."

".. ah, I see. Well, whatever you'd pick, I know it's one of the best of them all." She smiled, weakly.

John smiled, and looked at Scarlet for a while. Damn, who said he also wasn't going to miss her too? For all the years they've spent together as kids from now proper teens, now separating from each other to pursue what they want. Despite Scarlet wanting to go into the defense as well, she was still behind from Soap so she needed more time to finish her education and then enroll herself in the military as well, undecided what regiment to choose further as well.

"So.. is this.. a goodbye?" Scarlet asks weakly, and hears the cab's horn.

"John! You're going to be late!" His father called him.

John looked back at Scarlet, giving a heartwarming smile, as he gently grabbed her hand, rubbing it. "I guess it is."

The two stared at each other for a while, and instantly, Scarlet came to give John a tight hug, as if she didn't want to let him go.

She tried not to cry much, and John hugged her back, also trying not to shed tears as well. He pulled back from Scarly, and then began to walk away from her, leaving the grip on her hand slowly. The hopelessness on Scarlet's face, seeing her best friend (really, Scarlet? bestie?) was now leaving for the military, not even sure when he'd come back. John waved her a "bye" and began to leave, but Scarlet suddenly stopped him right there.

"Wait!" She cried out, and John raised an eyebrow, and Scarlet ran inside her house, quickly grabbing something before going back to him. John was confused, but then Scarlet came back, with something behind her hand. Scarlet smiled as if this gift was something special not just to him but for her as well.

"If you ever miss me.. then always keep this with you." She gave a blanket to John, making his eyes widen a bit. It was the blanket, which the two always used to cuddle and warm themselves with, and John gently carried it like a souvenir. He looked at Scarlet, with a hearty smile.

"Thank ya, Scarly. This.. was really needed."

Scarlet smiled, and slapped his shoulder, and so did he, and they laughed and chuckled like idiots. When it was now time to leave, John ran inside the cab, and opened the door, looking at Scarlet one last time, and winked, leaving for school. Scarlet just stood there, watching John slowly leave her eyes, and he peeked out of the window, screaming out: "To infinity and beyond!"

Scarlet couldn't do anything but laugh, as John left, and her smile died down. She shook her head, and saw her mother, who sees her daughter looking upset at her friend leaving. The option now was to head back home, as Scarlet did.

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supernovafeather · 2 years

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A Confused Mind

Leto Atreides x f!Reader

Content : daddy issues, mention of loss of virginity, age gap.

Synopsis : reader is convinced that Leto Atreides' attention on her is innocent, but soon has to acknowledge that it is not exactly the case.

In a way, you felt like belonging to the House Atreides. Your heart would beat with pride everytime you walked past a symbol of the Duke's supremacy over these lands, your smile widened at each massive warship flying so high where the sun would set. The dress Leto bought you was made of the best fabrics that could be found on Caladan.

You felt like his daughter responsible for his family's image. As a young Lady you started to be more careful of your way of acting in public but now you became incredibly eager to learn, to the greatest pleasure of your friends. "Finally" they sighed when you fully plunged into adulthood.

However, something was wicked in this castle. Not the Duke's smiles, the dinners with him in private or the kisses he let on the back of your hand. It was all those rumors about you and him. They reached you so painfully that they made you cry several times in your bed. You saw him like a father, the immortal guide that would help you throughout your life and that tended to spoil you a bit for your birthdays. But to them all, of course a man couldn't be innocently kind to a woman. Of course those nasty whispers had to spread disgusting and fictive details of what would happen during your dinners that lasted longer and longer each time.

Leto was the only person you still wanted to talk to. The warmth in his gaze when you told him about your day full of passion of newly learned tales and History embraced your words, encouraged you to talk even more, to get out of your shell that hardened too much in presence of others. It would only feed this sweet fire in you, the one burning with honor and that disdain for any outsider thinking they could understand the Duke as much as you did.

"My poor kid." He whispered once.

It was a sad day, the ruthless kind, bad news keeping pouring more and more until you couldn't bare it any longer. Your pillow absorbed most of your tears, the delicate fabric covering it not even near as soft as the masculine hand in your hair.

"I am sorry for snapping at this man,I shouldn't have one that but it was too much for me to handle." You sobbed as you curled up even more in your bed. "I'm sorry for wasting this ceremony."

"Don't be." He replied with a sigh. "Please don't be, little one."

You didn't ruin it per say but you made a fool of yourself by ignoring the mischievous smiles that told you you were going too far. But they didn't care. They let you go too far only to judge you even more, to judge acts that got out of your control. They saw you as the ultimate Leto's bootlicker that couldn't understand what sarcasm was, a little naive bitch ready to do anything to please this man. Were you ? No of course not, he was like a father to you, you kept repeating to yourself.

"It was a rough day for you. I could feel it even before lunch." He added.

"They all say mean things about me." You sobbed suddenly harder. "All the time, it never stops. I just want to enjoy my time with you, I appreciate your presence."

"I appreciate yours too." He said out loud with a confidence sufficient to make you look up and smile at him.

You were so lucky to have him so close and protective. It's not those idiots that would get the privilege of sharing such a big part of his tiny amount of free time. It was only a matter of hours in a week, but how cherished they were.

"They talk a lot about your gifts." You whined as you sat up.

"Well, I bought you the most magnificent dress of this planet." He mumbled with a heartwarming smile.

"I know, thank you for this again Leto." You whispered with an embarrassed smile.

You didn't deserve so much kindness, so much care. It was like his hands now rubbing your wet cheeks to wipe them. Or his dreamy eyes.

"I would never wish such suffering to anyone my dear. I am going to punish them for making you so vulnerable. You deserve better than them." He whispered as he took your hands in his. "Please let me know when they start any kind of hostility in your presence."

You chuckled nervously, seeing yourself as some young girl that got half-scolded for not telling her father the truth about some vicious friend.

"It would only make things get worse." You mumbled.

"I am the one deciding when and how things get better here, and I can tell you this kind of harassment is going to stop."

But suddenly all their voices stopped sounding like anonymous cackling. They sounded more like wise observations as you felt the Duke's hands brushing your wrists under your confused gaze. How dared they corrupt your thoughts like that ? He was simply worried about you.

"Thank you." You whispered as you watched him now rubbing your forearms covered in goosebumps.

"I am going to make them pay." He added with some strange intonation laced in his voice.

"Please don't be too harsh on them." You squealed in fear as your eyes started to beg for mercy from his part.

His soft gaze reinforced those voices that repeated how weird it was for you to consider him as a father. After all such a powerful single man must be looking for some female to impregnate don't you think ? Those dresses, lunches, kind words... why would a man do such a thing innocently ?

"They need me to get harsh on them so they start to grow up my dear." His whispered with a wonderfully caring gaze.

You convinced yourself that it was not attraction that made you want to hug him. But those voices were getting louder, more insisting. Had you been so blind during all this time ? No, impossible. Leto was ambiguous due to this strange mix of confident masculinity and confident care. It was not something you had seen often. So you were confused and yes he was acting like a father. End of the story. Don't let any outsider dictate your feelings and his.

"Please don't hurt them." You whispered as he came closer.

"I am not going to do that."

He looked heartbroken as he put a strand of hair behind your ear. He was a splendid man. A splendid man going closer, his sublime eyes glistening with an unknown emotion as he studied your reactions.

At first it wasn't to answer to his gentle kiss that you moved your lips. You wanted to express your confusion, your disgust. But honestly? There was none to be found. So when he interpreted this move for a shy kiss, he deepened his contact, his beard, hands and moan swallowing you whole.

Many things happened afterwards, a waterfall of emotions almost drowning you. You felt ashamed, ridiculous for falling asleep right after he made you reach such intense pleasure. Usually people would make fun of men doing that, treating them of lazy assholes. And you, you lost your virginity - such a powerful thing for the Lady you were, waiting to find her husband - only to fall asleep.

"Hey you." Leto whispered against your mouth.

It was not long afterwards. The both of your naked bodies were still entangled in that sheet now upside down, your arms with his. Maybe an hour or two had passed. You were too groggy to really care. Your attempt to ignore him under the cover of tiredness failed as he kissed you in his favorite way, the deep and slow kiss making you crave guiltily for more. Was it to bring you comfort? Was it a promise ? You didn't know for sure. Your eyes spoke a lot more than your mouths. All you could say was that Leto cared a lot.

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roselen-mylady · 4 years

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In Another Life

Bucky Barnes x reader ° part seven

Summary: Waiting 88 years to find your soulmate? It was cruel. But it was a cruel fate Bucky would have to face whether he accepted it or not. Bucky was a tortured man all his life and he wasn't even granted the solace of having his soulmate at his side. All he had was the promise of one in another life. They were separated by two different times.

But the pain in their lives were connected.

Y/n had been alone ever since she could remember. All she could depend on was the soulmate that was destined to be at her side. Yet when the snap occured she lost him.

And Bucky never got to meet her.

The diner was quiet, despite the time of day. Light chatter echoed around them but Y/n could hardly notice, her gaze and attention all focused on the large, green man before her.

Bruce Banner was another idol of hers. He was one of the only brains to compete with hers, aside from Tony Stark, and she admired his work. It was his work after all that had attracted her full attention in that diner.

The once timid looking man who stood small and nervous during lectures now sat confident and relaxed upon his chair, shoveling the biggest portions of food she had ever seen into his mouth.

When Steve and Nat mentioned a genius her mind had immediately come to the much more civilized Hulk, but he wasn't their first stop. No, when they pulled up at a small cabin outside of the city, she was confused.

It was secluded so it was easy to convince herself that they had arrived at Bruce Banner's home but that idea was thrown out the window when a familiar figure stepped away from the small tent out front. She recognized him in an instant and sunk back into herself once realization struck that she was at Tony Stark's home.

"Who's the new girl?" He asked, curiously sending a glance Y/n's way as he adjusted his hold on the girl in his arms.

"Dr. Y/n L/n. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stark." Her voice cracked slightly but he didn't seem to mind as he reached out for Y/n's hand, shifting the small girl to his hip.

"Iron Man fan?" He questioned, his grip on her hand soothing in a way. Y/n offered a short shrug, sending a warm look to the girl Y/n assumed was his daughter.

"More of a 'Tony Stark the philanthropist' fan." A shy smile caked her face and Tony found himself returning it. It was new to him, the way someone admired his true persona rather than the superhero he had made himself to be. It was a welcomed feeling.

"Well, Doc, since I've got you here-there's this pain in my neck." Tony slipped his hand from her own, moving to rub a spot on his neck. His daughter let her fingers entwine with his own as he did so and the heartwarming smile he gave her reminded Y/n very much of her own father.

It seemed forever ago since she last saw his proud grin and she allowed herself to wonder what he would think of her life. What would her mother think? Would they be proud? Or would they share the same disappointment she now felt in herself for lying and cowering for so many years?

"I'd recommend a chiropractor, I'm afraid I'm a PhD type of doctor." Her tone was strained, Steve being the only one to notice it. He knew she was thinking of her past. It was a look he had seen on too many people. A look of loss. He just wished she'd finally let down her walls.

"I feel like I know you."

Tony's statement sent a chill down her spine but she did her best to ignore the feeling, allowing yet another smile to grace her lips.

"I wish." Y/n gave a short giggle, forcing away any suspicion Tony might've had. His eyes lingered on her for a moment but ultimately turned away, carrying on with their reason for visiting.

Despite their pleas, Tony rejected their idea not that they could blame him. And while Y/n would've loved to work with him, she had just been ecstatic to meet the famous Tony Stark she looked up to all her life.

He was the reason she took such an interest in science and technology. She was once trained to be the next Tony Stark after all. It was interesting seeing how different their lives had ended up, Tony choosing a life away from people while she chose to help them. She still admired him and she absolutely fell in love with his daughter, Morgan, an innocent replica of her father.

There had once been a time when she imagined her and her soulmate having the stereotypical suburban life; married with kids. However when the snap occured, any hope of that life died with her soulmate.

Yet this didn't stop her from pondering an alternative. She wondered if she and her soulmate did have a life together, what it would be like? What would he be like? Was he funny? Was he kind? Was he charming? Were his eyes really blue?

"About what we were saying…" Steve said, capturing their attention once more. Scott wore a baffled and angry look after the whole picture interaction and Y/n couldn't help but be amused as he sat next to her with a pout.

"Right. The whole time travel do-over? Guys, it's outside my area of expertise." Bruce explained. Y/n's heart sank and she sighed, her eyes subconsciously searching for Steve's. His eyes were still hopeful and he turned away from her trying to convince Bruce to help.

"Y/n said she could get it started. Couldn't that help?" He questioned, almost desperate as Y/n shared a look with Bruce. She could tell he wanted to help just as much as the next guy but their entire plan rested on something that came straight out of a movie.

"Steve, leading an experiment like this would be impossible if I don't even know where to start." Bruce tried to explain gently. Nat stared at Bruce, her expression unconvinced and even a little encouraging as a soft smirk twisted on her lips.

"Well, you pulled this off. I remember a time when that seemed pretty impossible, too." She replied. Bruce fell silent, looking down at himself as he contemplated the decision. It would be risky but they didn't really have much else to lose, right?

•••

Bruce had come back with them to the compound and after explaining the strategy she'd come up with, Y/n set off to find Steve.

He'd been quiet since she'd asked him the truth about Bucky. She regretted it, having pushed him so far. But she was also kind of relieved.

Finally she understood how her life had fallen apart. Understood why the man she feared had done what he did.

She even understood why his eyes had looked the way they did that day. The pain and suffering within them made sense and the eyes that accompanied her nightmares only filled her with heartache.

Would the guilt ever fade? Or would she just continue to find more things to feel guilt for?

After a bit of searching, she found Steve in his room, leaning against the headrest of his bed. The room was neat and if it hadn't been for the few personal effects on the dresser she would've argued it wasn't lived in. In a way that was true since a majority of his nights were spent at her apartment whether it be movie nights, game nights or simply nights spent together doing their own things.

Steve looked up from his sketchbook when she softly knocked on the door frame, leaning on it as he set down the book.

"Come in." She wordlessly padded over, climbing up to sit next to him. Their shoulders brushed and the calming effect that came with her presence uplifted his spirits causing him to look over at her with a tender smile.

"Let me guess. You wanna know what's wrong." He acknowledged. Y/n studied his thoughtful eyes, shaking her head with a brief exhale as she turned away.

"You have a way of staring into someone's soul. Did that come with the serum or has it always been like that?" She asked him, her tone teasing yet a little genuine. He shrugged letting out a small laugh.

The sound out her at ease, telling Y/n that he wasn't angry. At least not at her. Their interaction in the car had hurt both of them and Steve didn't want to continue it any longer.

"I don't know. I guess I've always been a little intense." His smile faded slowly, allowing his gaze to fall back on the sketchbook. He'd been drawing a familiar sight, unable to get his best friend out of his head.

Y/n followed his stare, landing on the drawing scribbled onto the page. Respectfully reaching over and picking it up, she looked up at Steve. He made no effort to stop her, watching as her finger traced the curve of the face upon the page.

It was a rough drawing due to Steve's lack of time to really add the details he wished to but Y/n had seen plenty of his art so he didn't mind as much. Her lips parted but she didn't speak instead creasing her brow as she intently stared at the page.

Steve had drawn Bucky plenty of times before but shamefully most had been of the Winter Soldier. He used drawing as a way to drag certain images from his head and nothing haunted him more than the monster HYDRA had made his best friend into.

Yet this drawing was different. He drew him the way he remembered Bucky, from before the snap. When he was getting better.

On the page was a tired man, a man she'd never seen before. There was a permanent crease in his brow, decades of pointed stares and menacing expressions having worn it into his very features. A bit of stubble had grown on his face and his hair was long like she remembered. Even his expression as exhausted staring back at her with a weak smile.

Y/n wondered what moment Steve had drawn this from. What had happened to make Steve catalogue this within his memories. She wondered what had caused that look in his eyes.

The eyes that stared back at her were completely different from the ones she remembered, though she knew they belonged to the same man. These were kind yet weary: eyes of a man who had broken by war and hate but still felt things like compassion. A man who saw the worst of the world but still chose to protect it. .

"This was him?" She mumbled softly, meeting Steve's uncertain gaze.

He nodded, watching as she looked away from him.

This picture seemed to be her breaking point.

All the rage and all the terror, all of it melted into the already overflowing pool of self hatred. How could she bear to think about the grudge she'd held against a man who despite everything that the world had done to him, still fought Thanos that day when the world ended.

Today she had learned all at once the man behind the one she feared and all the hate she once felt was unjust. And as much as she wanted to hold onto it, she just couldn't.

It was wrong.

"You can keep it if you want." Steve offered once she had handed him back the sketchbook. She began to shake her head, trying to reason it meant more to him than to her but Steve had already pulled out the page handing it to her.

"To remember who he really was." He reasoned.

Y/n held it tenderly in her hands, taking care to lay it in her lap as if touching the page in any rough manner might damage the man displayed on it.

When the silence came it didn't feel as suffocating as before. They sat there on his bed for an hour in that silence. Y/n was grateful for the time to think, trying desperately to come to terms with everything she'd been told.

And it wasn't until Y/n was about to get up and head home for a change of clothes that Steve spoke, breaking the silence.

"I know why you came." Steve said suddenly, making her lift her head to peer up at him. Shame flushed over him and Y/n could feel her heart drop. "You want to know why I wanted you to stay so bad. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"You think keeping me around was a mistake, don't you?"

Steve's expression morphed into shock and he instantly shook his head at her assumption. Allowing him to take her hand in his, she felt a bit ashamed for how hurt he was by what she had said.

"No. Never. I want you here because I sincerely believe you can help us. You can help me." Y/n sighed, her eyes landing on their outstretched legs. She let him idly circle his thumb along the back of her hand, trying to fight the urge to argue.

"I want to help, Steve. And I think I can, just..." She trailed off. "This is your thing, Steve. Not mine. I'm not equipped for this. I wish I was, I really do."

A frown tugged at his lips and his lashes brushed his skin briefly as his eyes fell on his lap. He knew it was unfair to her to bring her into this and it certainly wasn't okay to keep her against her will but he needed her.

"I know. And I'm sorry. Just-" He cut himself off, shifting on the bed to face her better. She watched with an unsure gaze as he took both of her hands. "Ever since I could remember I've done what I thought was right and for a while it worked. But the past few years, I've ruined so much."

His voice was hushed and Y/n could see how troubled he was by his furrowed brow and clouded eyes. His eyes were trained on their intertwined hands, her touch filling him with a familiar ease. One he'd known all his life.

"Things have gotten too hard. Being Captain America isn't white and black anymore and when we lost, I didn't see a point. But then I met you and things were easy again. I didn't have to be Captain America, I could just be Steve." He confessed.

He felt guilty, not that his words weren't true. If anything, this was the most honest he had been with her. But the guilt that seeped into his heart came from Bucky. He hadn't just failed the world, he failed all of his friends, all people he would fondly consider his new family. Could he really risk losing again?

"I don't know if that even makes sense but I need you here. I need to be Steve." He dared to take a glimpse at her, fearing she might condemn him. Instead a warm smile graced Y/n's features, patient and kind like Bucky always was.

"Okay." She whispered, her heart clenching as she forced the simple word. She couldn't shake the feeling that her luck hadn't yet turned. Everytime she tried to help, it destroyed everything around her. She couldn't let that happen again. "I'm gonna go get some stuff from the apartment then you have my wholehearted assistance."

Y/n carefully tucked the picture into her pocket before climbing off the bed, standing next to it as Steve swung his legs over the edge. "Do you want me to go with you?" He offered. She shook her head, pulling her hair up and tying it.

"Nah, I'll be ok. What, you scared I'll run away?" She attempted to lighten the mood. Steve chuckled as she walked over to the door running her fingers along the wall before pausing. He watched her small frame hesitate before shooting a short glance back at him. "Hey, uh- just…don't do anything stupid till I get back." She pleaded, earnest concern in her tone as he pushed off the bed.

A soft smirk came to his face and he lifted a shoulder in a lazy shrug. "How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you." He replied instantly, not giving it too much thought. Y/n scoffed, rolling her eyes and letting her fingers wrap around the doorframe as she stepped out into the hall.

"Grandpa's got jokes now." She offered a genuine laugh, her smile lingering upon her lips.

Then she disappeared down the hall, leaving him standing silently in the now empty room trying in vain to brush away the painful overlap.

•••

When she got back to the apartment she packed a bag of essentials for herself, making sure to stop by Steve's room and pack a few extra clothes in case he needed them. Speaking of the man, she scoffed looking at the full sink.

"Steven Rogers, I swear." A long sigh filled the quiet apartment as she set about washing the dishes he'd promised to take care of. While she was at it she took care of a few other chores since she wasn't sure when she would be back again.

There wasn't much to be abandoned at the apartment other than a few plants but they'd been dead for a couple days at that point. She never had been one to have a green thumb but Steve claimed having them around gave the apartment some life.

Ironic.

The walk back to the compound was peaceful even in the constant gloom of the city. Knowing there was a shift in the atmosphere filled her with a new type of feeling, one she hadn't experienced in a really long time.

There had been people on the street, going about their business. Everything was dulled compared to life before the snap but she hadn't noticed until she knew there was something to be done. How many times she had gone about her life while something was happening behind the scenes that she had been so painfully oblivious to? Perhaps that was why the Sokovia Accords had been created in the first place.

There were so many close calls the Avengers prevented that the public didn't even know about until it was on the news. Though she didn't agree with the Accords she understood the government's wish to be more aware and even in control.

Once reaching the compound, Nat let her in through the gate and Y/n began her trek to the building. Tugging her hair free of the hair tie, it fell loose around her face and she cringed at the grease starting to build on her scalp. Moving through the halls of the compound, she let herself really explore.

Despite years of friendship she hadn't really been at the compound for longer than a few hours at a time, most of the visit being spent in the training room with Nat. Steve explained he wanted to keep his friendship with her separate from his life as an Avenger and since she had been doing everything in her power to forget her past, she appreciated the separation.

As she continued to wonder, she hoped there'd be a shower somewhere on the large complex. But before she could ask anyone, her silent venture was cut off by the sounds of very frantic voices coming from a door to her left. Hesitantly she stepped through, finding herself in a large open space with a very odd scene.

The horrid van had been brought in and the back glowed while what looked like a portal swirled inside it. A baby, she assumed to be Scott, stood on wobbly feet in a crudely made suit as everyone turned to her with alarmed expressions. Y/n dropped her bag and rushed forward, pushing Bruce aside as she pointed for Nat.

"When I say kill the reactor, kill it!" Y/n demanded, adjusting the calculations on the panel as Nat rapidly walked over to the reactor.

"Kill it!" Y/n called. Nat's frantic hands quickly pulled down the knob, turning off the reactor before looking back over to the van. Scott had returned to his position and normal age, his face contorted in shock and confusion.

"Somebody peed my pants." Scott proclaimed making Nat sigh, walking over to them. Y/n let go of her own sigh of relief, stepping away from the control panel. Bruce looked over the work she'd done, his eyes widening for a split second before returning to Scott.

"God, I leave you guys alone for one hour! I told you not to do anything!" She cried, sending an aggravated look at Steve. He cowered under her detested glare, bringing his hand to the back of his neck.

"But I don't know if it was 'baby' me or 'old' me...or just 'me' me." Scott elaborated, earning an annoyed stare from Y/n. However Bruce did not share her agitation, holding up his hands dramatically.

"Time travel!" He announced, a proud grin on his face as he looked to the others for the same enthusiasm. Steve refused to reply instead shaking his head and stalking off toward the exit while Y/n tried to calm her racing heart. She made them promise to wait for her. She knew something like this would happen.

"What? I..I see this as an absolute win!" Bruce called after Steve. Nat and Y/n looked at one another before moving to check on Scott. He was fine other than some wet pants and suit which Y/n painfully took knowing they'd need the suit for another test run, one she knew she'd be leading.

"Here, Bruce." Y/n tossed him the suit. He caught it with a scrunched nose, holding it at arm's length with a disgusted expression.

"That's what you get for not waiting."

Part eight

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