#okay but this episode had me on the floor!!!

[songbirdofthenight]

Sometimes, It's Still Here

TW- HEAVY THEMES This fic contains depictions of an anxiety attack and heavily discusses PTSD If you do not wish to read heavier content please check out my masterlist for some other great works! Anxiety, PTSD, Trauma, angst and comfort, mentions of an abusive (ex) relationship, 

Eddie x fem!reader *See end for authors note*

Sometimes, the real world goes away. Everything you know, everyone you know, everything that's real ceases. You are stuck in nowhere and nothingness and there is no sight of the end. Your ears ring, throat burning, am I screaming? A blurry figure appears in your tear-clouded vision, a warm hand rubs your back. Through the thick fog of fear you can’t separate memory from reality. You’re screaming. Hands clutched over your ears as you rock yourself back and forth. “OFF OFF OFF PLEASE LET ME GO.” Suddenly there’s no warmth on your back. You can’t make out the sounds being made at you, can’t figure out if they’re real. It’s terrifying, isolating. Eddie is crouched in front of you, patiently waiting for you to see him. “Sweetheart? Can you hear me? It's Eddie.” He’d seen this happen before, something will trigger you into an episode. They vary in severity. Sometimes they take a few seconds to shake and sometimes its a few hours until you’re recognizing the world around you. 

His voice broke through the nightmare replaying in your mind. Eddie, home, Eddie is home, home is safe. You repeated that over and over until your rocking slowed. “Who’s got you honey? Can you tell me?”  

“He did, h-he grabbed me.” “Is he still here?” “N-no,” you shook your head softly. “Where’d he go baby?” You broke out into a sob “I don’t know, I don’t want to get hurt.” “Oh honey, I won’t let anyone hurt you okay?” Eddie’s voice was reassuring. “Do you remember me?” He was smiling, a soft, goofy, ‘its gonna be okay’ smile. “Home,” you mumbled, “you’re Eddie?” 

“Yeah baby, Eddie, Eds, Munson, whatever you feel like calling me right now.” “Eddie?” “Mhm?”

“M’scared,” 

Eddie reached out to you, “I won’t let anything happen, can you trust me?” You accepted his hand. Eddie waited a moment for permission to touch you any further. A soft hum in approval and his arms were quickly wrapped around your shaking figure. “I’m right here, not going anywhere or gonna let anyone get to us okay?” You nodded understanding him. “His hands,” you cried “they were all over again, they were hitting.” “What else happened?” “I don’t remember, he was hitting and then I just- I couldn’t see or feel anything. It all went away and I was alone again.” Eddie held you steadily as you sobbed into his chest. It wasn’t that he had to do this, but he understood what it's like. The dark room on the other side of an episode is terrifying and shouldn’t be dealt with alone. You stayed there in his arms, until your sobs became sniffles. “Take a deep breath for me?” Eddie asked calmly. You both shifted so Eddie was now seated on the floor, holding you tightly in his lap. In. 

Out. “Perfect, can you give me a couple more?” And you did. “Good girl, just like that baby.” He encouraged. Your shaking stopped, as you rest there in his arms. “Eddie.” “Yeah sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.” Everything was hazy for a little while longer. You and Eddie remained on the floor as you started to doze off in his arms. The space that was once so cold and isolating was filled with warmth and love. Eddie picked you up from his lap and carried you off to bed. He held you tightly as you rest in his arms. “Don’t let go, Eds, please don’t let go.” You clung to him. “I’m here, right here. I won’t go I promise.” And he didn’t. Eddie stayed by your side all night.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Author's note- Hello all! This fic is very different from what I am typically writing and reading. I thought it was important to change my pace a little and share work of a different nature. Writing about mental health is something I have wanted to get into, this is a small glimpse into what it can look like. If this kind of content isn't what we want to see here then I won't continue to post it, though I do want to branch out and share light hearted and even some darker/heavier fics. Thank you for all of your support thus far, writing has been a great passion of mine and I hope you enjoy my small corner of the internet. Be well, Songbird Tags:

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[ussgallifrey]

(She Moves With) Shameless Wonder | 22

✦ Summary: Your badge clearly said SHIELD consultant, so you weren’t entirely sure where Fury was getting this whole make you an Avenger idea from. But you had a feeling it might have something to do with the recent discovery of an artifact at the bottom of the Arctic Sea.

✦ Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

✦ Warnings: Canon divergence, dialogue taken directly from Avengers: Age of Ultron, language, mild violence, minor medical episode (seizure-esque), Steve Rogers definitely not being jealous.

✦ Word Count: 11k

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There’s a physical weight settling into Steve’s stomach as he stands there in the aftermath of the fight. A nasty mix of guilt and bruised egos permeates the room as his attention falls on you and your blazing golden eyes, chest heaving and hands clenched. A trickle of blood falls from your ear down the curve of your chin, landing with small plops on the ivory draping of your dress. 

In a moment that should be a victory, all he can taste is the bitter sting of defeat.

Though a drone lays unmoving at their feet, there is no sense of battles won at this moment, as all eyes seem to round on the sole owner of said robot.

Someone says his name then with a warning tone that verges on the blossoms of bristling rage:

“Stark - ”

But Tony is already scrambling off the floor and bounding up the stairs to his lab, with nearly the entire team following after him just a beat later.

“Quinjet people, let’s move it.”

“Stark!” Thor bellows.

Driven by an invisible motor, however, the man in question ignores them all entirely in favor of jamming the elevator button repeatedly.

And just when Steve is ready to confront him, a million questions coming to mind, the lab plunges into pitch darkness.

“Oh, that’s just great. JARVIS, talk to me here - ”

Seemingly at once, the majority of the team pulls out their phones - using the built-in flashlight feature to light the eleven of them up in an awkward switching of straight-beam lights.

“Not the eyes, Jesus, man - ” Clint flinches, throwing a hand over his face as someone across from him quickly lowers their phone down to a reasonable level.

In the chaos of the room, Steve seeks you out. 

But he doesn’t have to look long because there you are, already at his side, eyes searching his face. 

Perhaps due to the adrenaline still rushing through his system, he entwines your hands together - squeezing a sense of reassurance across the connection. A steady breath releases from your lips and he can even feel himself relaxing as an invisible teether keeps the two of you from drifting into the madness of the situation.

You had taken on an alien invasion together and fought the likes of HYDRA side-by-side. A few drones controlled by Stark couldn’t be that bad.

“Okay, JARVIS is down,” Tony announces a moment later, tangible frustration lacing his words as he rubs his free hand over his face.

“Which means the quinjet is out of commission until reboot,” Nat supplies.

“Bingo.”

Your fingers pull from his hold and Steve releases your hand as you move toward the center of the lab, your index finger being the last to loosen from his grip. And it’s foolish how reluctant his heart is to fully let it escape his reach. Priorities, he tries to convince himself.

“At least three drones escaped. If they’re rogue or their AI is corrupted, they’re considered a risk.”

Steve watches as your eyes briefly land on him before your attention returns to the billionaire.

“We need to go after them, now.”

Rhodey slaps Tony’s arm, “Let’s suit up, man.”

“Out of the question.”

Steve turns, eyes landing on Maria who’s sat on the edge of a workbench, seemingly pulling shards of glass from the sole of her foot.

“She’s right,” Tony nods, reluctantly. “Suits could be equally corrupted and unstable.”

“We need fliers then,” you realize.

Everyone seems to turn toward Thor at that moment, but Steve and the goddess of old find their attention landing firmly on Sam.

Someone’s phone light illuminates your body then, still dressed in your elegant white dress. But behind you, a table is finally put into view.

“Stark. Where is the scepter?”

Thor, in all his towering power, crosses the lab in three giant steps before he stands in front of the man in question - backed into a workbench - a violent shimmer of ice-blue lightning flashing across his body. In the blackout, you had all failed to notice the most glaring difference in the lab. The lack of light had obscured your attention away from the now empty table where the scepter had previously been secured.

Sensing the ensuing chaos, Steve clears his throat, “Sam. Do you have your wings?”

“Course I do,” he huffs.

“Take the stairs, hurry,” you implore.

With a nod and slightly confused eyes, Sam takes off for the nearest emergency exit door - his phone’s light guiding the way. 

With that set in motion, Steve watches as you move toward the shattered windows. He’s a few steps behind when you give a sharp high-pitched whistle. Coming to stand by your right side, he crosses his arms as he looks out at the darkened skies. He says nothing, but after a moment, he can spot the shimmering blue trail as a jet of bursting light comes hurtling toward the two of you.

Pallas swoops down through the archway, his talons circling your arm as he comes to perch. You coo at your avian friend.

“Hey, buddy,” Steve greets.

The owl immediately leans toward him and Steve can’t help but brush his index finger over the bird’s head.

“You seriously have an animal sidekick?”

Clint, who has pulled away from Nat and Bruce immediately rounds on you - voice filled with genuine disbelief.

“Something like that,” you reply, brushing your finger over your companion’s plumage. 

Tilting your head in the direction of the others, Steve and the archer part for you as you stride over toward Tony - who remains on the receiving end of a god’s fury.

Your voice cuts through their building argument with clear precision, “Thor, you need to follow their trail - now.”

Steve returns to the conversation, staring down the other god as Thor’s golden eyes fall upon your face. They ease out, after a second, returning to the more familiar blue hues, causing Steve to relax his shoulders and clenched fists a fraction.

“As I was trying to say - ” Tony begins.

“Ah!” Your fingers snap in the direction of his mouth - effectively silencing the billionaire as he forces his lips back together, “Not now, Anthony.”

“Noted.”

The man pulls away, crossing his arms as he leans against an adjacent workbench next to Rhodey, who shoots him a particularly heated look. The supersoldier's fingers dig into his own forearms.

Steve watches as you command the situation with ease, turning toward Thor with a plan already in place.

“We have no jet. You can fly and we both know your vision is superior to just about everyone here. Now, go. I’ll send Pallas on as well.”

“A bird?”

“An owl who tracks foes across dimensions and worlds, with eyes better than anyone else in this room - even you, God of Thunder.”

He bristles back, eyes hardening.

Sam comes bounding in just a moment later, chest heaving, his hands gripping his wingpack.

“Got it.”

“Another set of eyes, particularly at night, can’t hurt. Without access to the quinjet yet and Stark’s legion, we need someone to follow their trail.”

Steve nods, picking up on the plan immediately without a single word shared between the two of you.

“There were three of them that shot out of here. Follow their trails as far as you can. Sam, get redwing on it too if you have to. Find out where the hell they’re taking it.”

“Now, the three of you - go!”

Thor gives a petulant look at the owl before he summons his hammer to his hand and heads for the window. Sam slings the pack on, eyeing Steve as he does so.

You whisper something then to Pallas, though above the readying of Sam’s wings, he can’t make out what exactly you say. With a squawk of acknowledgment, Pallas leaps from your arm and soars out the window, with Thor and Sam on his tail just a moment later.

He watches you then, as you move toward the open windows of the tower. Hands gripping your bare arms as a brewing sea of troubles flits across your features at a disturbing rate.

Maybe it was similar to the things that were crossing his mind.

The hows and whys. The what-ifs and should-haves.

Had it been foolish - naive - of them all to bring the scepter back here? To let it sit, relatively unsecured, in the lab for three days. The same weapon, Steve recalls, that caused the entire team to turn upon one another three years prior. The tool that had turned Barton against his teammate, that had swayed several brilliant minds into helping Loki, of all beings.

He should have known better.

That thing should have been handed over to Thor and sent back to Asgard the minute they cleared Sokovian air space three days back.

And then his attention falls back on the woman beside him. Her gaze is despondent as she stares out into the emptiness of the night air. Steve takes a steadying breath before nudging your shoulder with his arm.

“You okay?”

Your face turns then, a grimace forced into a tight smile as you nod.

The lights flicker back to life, nearly blinding you both as you shield your eyes from the sudden brightness overhead.

“Hey, look at that,” someone proclaims.

You look more assured now, ready to stride forward once again, and Steve is determined to stay by your side as you do.

“Okay,” you start, returning to the group. “We need to know everything that happened in this lab tonight. Can you pull up JARVIS?”

Tony looks up with slightly widened eyes before he glances back down at his phone in dismay.

“That’s gonna be a no-go, Wonder Woman.”

Steve takes a step forward, curiosity mixing with his already heightened frustration, “And why’s that?”

With a flick of his wrist, a hologram shoots out from the billionaire’s phone. Fragments of orange and blue light, scattered apart from a central sphere, hover in the open space of the lab - illuminating the entire room.

It’s Bruce who takes a step forward then, pulling his glasses on as he stares into the depths of the image, “This is insane.”

With a shake of his head, Steve says what everyone else was also likely thinking, “Jarvis was the first line of defense.”

“But this doesn’t make sense,” Bruce responds, looking to Steve, then Tony. “Ultron could have assimilated Jarvis into its system. They’re different AIs, but this… this isn’t strategy.”

“It looks like the hole Thor would have left in Tony’s head if he had the chance,” Clint adds with nearly no amusement.

You nod in agreement, “It’s rage.”

“Lucky he didn’t kill you tonight then,” Rhodey clips.

Tony actually rolls his eyes at that, pushing away from the table and pulling the hologram with him. 

“That was never going to happen.”

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that then? The system was too bonded to you, its creator?”

“Something like that,” you add.

A few curious eyes meet your gaze - Steve’s included - and Tony gives a little nod in return.

With a sigh, you elaborate, “The three laws of robotics. Number One: a robot can not harm or injure a human, or, through inaction, allow a human to be harmed.”

At that, Rhodey pushes up, anger flaring across his usually composed features.

“Oh, was that what that was? Cause I thought that thing was dangling him by the goddamn neck sixty stories above the street? Or maybe I’m just blind. What exactly would you call that?”

Tony puts a hand on his friend’s shoulder just as Steve moves to stand beside you.

“That’s enough.”

The billionaire rolls his eyes, turning instead to address Rhodes.

“He couldn’t do anything more than that. I wasn’t being choked and I was never going to be dropped. It’s exactly what it was; a threat. And… a promise, from the sounds of it.”

“A promise to do what?” Clint questions, hands on his hips and brows raised in clear confusion.

“If I had to take a guess,” Maria speaks up from behind you and Steve. “I’d say your drone thinks he can do a better job of keeping the peace than he thinks you guys can.”

Tony points his phone at him, “Right on the money.”

“And now we have a rogue robot running around with a scepter that allowed Loki to bring an alien army to Manhattan. Imagine the possibilities,” Natasha intones with a shake of her red curls.

“Uhm… guys?”

Steve, and the rest of the team, are pulled by the sound of Helen Cho’s voice. 

Standing near the shattered window frames, overlooking the city, they all wander over to the doctor. Laid out before them is complete and utter darkness from the business district, and the street lights, and the countless restaurants and apartments. Only directly down on the street itself, do the headlights of the cars remain to illuminate the blackout.

“What the hell?” Clint murmurs with a hand over his jaw.

“So… this is bad,” Bruce adds, eyes wide as he glances from Tony to you to the window once again.

As Steve’s mind comes up empty for an explanation, he looks over to see you with a look on your face that seems to say you have already pieced the puzzle together. Leaning into his side, you explain: 

“The drones disabled the arc reactor that supplies the tower… and the local grid.”

Right. In the years following the dismantling of his suits, Tony had focused his efforts on expanding the arc reactor’s reach. Moving from just supplying the Tower, eventually, the entire city was switched over to the “clean energy” route, with plans to move to a country-wide operation in the near future.

Steve had picked that up one early morning when Tony had been working through calculations when the supersoldier returned from his 5 AM run.

But the only thought that comes to mind is simply, “Why?”

You shake your head, hands clutching your crossed arms, “Distraction maybe - keep us from following after right away. The whole tower was shut down, meaning the jet was too. I’m not sure. Only he could answer that, honestly.”

Pointing your chin in the direction of Stark, he follows your gaze.

“I don’t have a read on the system,” you continue. “But vengeance isn’t typically embedded into a robot’s coding.”

“But these aren’t usual circumstances,” Steve concludes.

You nod in return.

“And with ours back on and working, the city goes into blackout, and chaos reins,” Nat smirks.

“Yeah, and the Terminator gets to fly off and do hell knows what while we’re stuck here,” Clint finishes his statement with a swift kick to a cabinet.

Tony pushes away from the workbench, pocketing his phone, “Well, fun as this is. I need to go secure the rest of these fuckers before we have a mass break-out. Banner?”

Bruce’s head pops up at the call of his name, “Yeah? Yup, coming.”

The archer watches them go, holding out a hand in clear incredulousness.

“And we just… what, exactly?”

Your eyes find Steve’s furrowed expression for a moment before you both look toward the shattered window frames once again.

While Sam and Thor were in the wind, following a trail that would hopefully lead you all to the scepter, the rest of you formulated a plan.

With some minor begrudging and hesitation, Rhodey was suited up and sent to work on fixing the line to the arc reactor in the bay. The entire legion was a no-go, currently on full lockdown in the tower, thankfully. And without JARVIS, Tony couldn’t access his standby suit which Pepper definitely didn’t know about. And he was about 99% sure that Rhodes' suit would be fine as it operated on a different system.

“What about the other 1%?” he had questioned.

“I’ll be with you the entire time,” Tony had promised.

From what Maria was able to tell you, with her access to both SHIELD’s information and the news outside of the city, panic was beginning to pulse across the island. Local news networks were unable to broadcast and the national news was only just starting to pick up on the situation - not that the majority of Manhattan could see that: the whole power outage, and all.

“Ouch.”

You glance up from your position on the floor, Maria’s foot in your hand as you carefully remove the last few pieces of glass with the medical tweezers.

“Sorry, I promise it’s almost all out.”

“No,” she shakes her head, turning her tablet around for you to see. “I was referring to this coverage.”

Your eyes squint to read the article in front of you, published all of two minutes ago by The Daily Bugle.

Party at Stark Tower Causes Mass Outages; Mayor Marino Asks for Public to Remain Patient

“Oh, that’s reassuring,” you bite, shaking your head as you return to the task at hand.

“Yeah, public opinion, that’s all we need to help the situation right now.”

“No mention of the rogue drones though, right? Just Tony and his excessive electric bill?”

“Of course,” Maria grins.

While you remained at the tower with Helen and Maria to resume order and keep an eye on the possibly impending situation out in the city, the others had gotten the quinjet up and running. Steve, Natasha, and Clint had blazed out of the lab as soon as Tony gave the all-clear.

About fifteen minutes behind Thor and Sam (and Pallas, of course), the likelihood of them actually tracking one of the bots down was nearly zero. At best, they could assist the others if they actually managed to find the one wielding the scepter. But even those odds were becoming lower and lower as the minutes ticked by.

With her foot properly bandaged, Maria begins setting up a pseudo-command station at one of the cleared workbenches in the lab. She was the only access point to the outside world right now.

Diverting your attention to the only other person in the room, you make your way over to Dr. Cho.

Standing near the stairs overlooking the main atrium where the party had been broken up, she holds Steve’s leather jacket even closer to her frame. It practically engulfs her entire upper body and, as you draw near, you can make out the faint fragrance of the supersoldier’s musky cologne.

“Hi,” she greets, darting a quick look in your direction as you come to a stop.

“How are you doing? Anything need tending to?”

“Wha- oh, no. No, I’m fine.”

You give a nod, crossing your arms as you look out at the destruction.

In the morning, no doubt, Tony would have cleaning crews up here to deal with the mess. And there was a good amount of it. Between the shattered glass, shards of broken furniture, and dented walls and floors.

But where your attention falls, is on the mangled drone still lying at the base of the stairs.

Without another word, you make your way down the steps before you drop to your knee, staring down into the unlit visual optics of the robot. You turn its head from side to side as if expecting to find an answer to one of the many questions you had brewing around in your mind after the attack.

Now, human vengeance you understood all too well. Centuries of first-hand experience to the fact, actually. But this? Corrupted software? That was an entirely different playing field.

Steve had told you all about the likes of the supercomputer that housed the remnants of Arnim Zola. But even that coding had elements of humanity in it. Ultron wasn’t nearly comparable. Apples and oranges, someone might say. But the rage and destruction that had occurred tonight… you couldn’t ignore that.

Releasing the robot from your grip, your fingers instead reach up and wrap around the silver locket.

Perhaps this is what Hermes and Dionysus had been sent to warn you about. Something large and unforgiving was heading your way. But, as your eyes fall back upon the lifeless drone, you can’t help but wonder if something so easily overtaken was truly that great of a threat.

Prying the lock free, you stare at the flickering flame held within the pendant.

Surely not dangerous enough to warrant a direct link to the Promethean Flame?

An hour passes, yet you receive no word from the away teams. Bruce pops his head in at one point to check on Helen. He offhandedly comments on the state of Rhodes and Tony, and their progress on repairing the Arc Reactor’s main lines, but otherwise has little to contribute.

It was a total feeling of helplessness.

While the others were at least chasing down the threat that the rogue Ultron bots posed, you were stuck in the tower. Waiting for the tides to turn, or for the masses to revolt in full.

Maria had been keeping you in the loop, relaying intel from SHIELD and other groups your way.

The majority of Manhattan remained where they were, patiently waiting for the return of their electricity. But others were taking the lack of surveillance as a free pass to do what they pleased.

Perched behind Maria, your arms crossed and eyes focused on the screen in front of the agent, you try to listen as notifications continue to pop up on her main video feed.

“NYPD is spread thin, but nothing truly alarming yet. Break-ins and looting for the most part. No mention of killer bots, thankfully,” she reports with a long sigh.

“How much longer until we’re at an escalation level though?” You ponder pushing away from her command station to pace the length of the lab.

“Well, it’s just after midnight on a weekend,” she shrugs. “I give it another hour.”

“Honestly, last of my worries right now.”

The two of you look up as Tony makes his entrance. His usually-kept hair is tousled and wild as if his fingers have been raking through it for the past two hours. The three-piece suit is dismantled down to his button-up shirt, hastily rolled up to his elbows, with signs of grease and oil present upon his forearms and hands.

“What is it?” you question, rising to your full height as the billionaire draws near.

“He cleared out. Dumped everything I had. Basically used the internet as an escape hatch before he flew the coop. Everything downstairs is worthless.”

You shake your head, disbelief rattling through your body, “One giant distraction to get what he really wanted.”

“Had his fingers in everything,” Tony continues, perching on the edge of one of his lab’s tables. “Files, surveillance, pretty much everything that got dropped by Agent Carter after the whole SHIELD / HYDRA mess courtesy of Cap.”

Even though you shoot him a look then, he plows forward.

“Big question I’m wondering here though is… what’s his endgame? Access to everything we go now, what’s step two?”

Maria scoffs, barely looking up from her computer, “He’s got our files, but let’s say he’s feeling even more bold. Nuclear codes or something like that.”

“Nukes?”

Your eyes meet Helen’s from across the room when she enters with Bruce at her side. Maria blinks, mouth opening and closing for just a moment longer before she swipes up her phone and pulls away from the table.

“I’m gonna make some more calls. While we still can.”

The four of you watch as she makes a hasty exit, already speaking to someone before she’s even fully out of the room. But then you look upon Tony and Bruce. A weight seems to settle onto your shoulders as the gravity of the situation sinks further into place.

Banner tugs off his glasses, rubbing his forehead for a second before the words come out.

“It said it wanted us dead.”

Tony shakes his head, “Not us as in the whole human race, mind you. Just… us.”

“No,” you retort, dropping down into the chair Maria had previously occupied. “Not dead… extinct.”

“Po-ta-toe, po-ta-toh,” Stark waves dismissively.

Your brows arch, but you remain silent as your eyes fall upon the sudden clap of thunder outside the tower.

Thor’s feet slam against the floor as he strides toward the four of you, gaze focused on only one person. Before you can even move from the chair, Thor wraps his hand around Tony’s neck and successfully lifts him from the ground.

“Come on, use your words, buddy.”

“Odinson,” you warn, moving to step between the two.

“I have more than enough words to describe you, Stark,” he bites.

“Thor. The drone?”

Your fellow god spares you but a look before he drops Tony with little fanfare. As the man stumbles backward, gasping as he holds his reddened throat, Thor lets out a long breath.

“I followed it across the ocean, one hundred miles out, before it lost its head.”

Bruce steps into view, “Did it… did it have the scepter?”

“Nay.”

You share a nod of understanding with the doctor.

It was down to Sam, the team on the quinjet, and Pallas to locate and track down the remaining two.

When the away team returned a near half-hour later, they too reported engaging with a bot. While the drone was successfully defeated and its body returned to the tower, the scepter was nowhere to be found.

Steve runs a hand through his hair, his helmet resting on the table beside him.

The others had cleared out of the lab, yet the two of you chose to remain.

Perhaps under the intention of feeling useful while you truly had nothing else to offer in the matter. Energies exhausted and options limited, yet neither one of you could simply call it quits just yet.

Your eyes travel down to the still-open laptop that Maria had left behind. Coverage from CNN showed minor instances of looting, arson, and a group of people just outside of the tower’s entrance - shouting inaudibly as the anchors covered the strange power outage.

It wasn’t anything that required your assistance yet. And, honestly, you hoped it wouldn’t. That was the last thing these people needed. Seeing the group of you out there trying to break up the madness after you inadvertently caused the blackout in the first place.

“We tried,” he explains, yet again. “Nothing was coming up on our systems though.”

You offer him a small smile, looking away from the computer, “It makes sense that they would shoot off in three different directions. Ultron had to be expecting to be followed.”

Sam had even sent Redwing out after Pallas, but the drone had returned with nothing of use.

Steve’s tired eyes meet yours as he stares up at you from his seated position.

“Will he be…?”

You understand his line of questioning and immediately shake your head, “He’ll be more than fine. Trust me. The fool won’t try and engage a robot, I assure you. He’ll just return to my side when he’s sure of a location. He knows how to keep his distance.”

The blonde gives a reluctant nod.

After a beat of silence, you move to stand beside him, resting your hip against the edge of the table. His gaze travels down your side, landing on the hem of your dress where a small splatter of your blood remains, staining the soft fabric.

You watch as his fingers gently tug on the material, smoothing over the already-dried splotch. A breath catches in your throat and you quickly cough to recover from it. Steve’s eyes meet yours once again.

“I - this is why I don’t do parties,” you settle on.

His brows raise, but a curious smile tugs at his lips.

“Is that right?”

“Mhmm, and let me tell, you that is quite a feat to accomplish back on Olympus.”

“I imagine so.”

“Between Dion and Apollo, you could barely sleep at night,” you smile at the memory of ages past. Absently, your hand clutches at the pendant around your neck once again. Your finger drags over the raised engraving on the cover clasp.

And then Steve’s standing up. One hand comes to rest on the table beside your left hip, though his added height makes him have to bend his head down to keep your gaze level.

“You know,” he starts, eyes dipping down for just a second. “If we can’t locate the scepter right away, we’ll need to go back to raid missions.”

“Yeah.”

The thought had occurred to you. After all, you had only been planning to stay around long enough to wrap up the business with the scepter before returning to Fury’s side. But the prospect of working alongside a team to hunt down the remnants of HYDRA certainly sounded more favorable now.

“And it’d probably be easier having you here at the tower than trying to track you across Europe.”

“Is that right?” you smile in return.

He shrugs, “Just a thought.”

With him this close, you can feel the heat radiating off his body, and smell the bitter Asgardian ale on his breath. Sweat that beaded up on his hair makes his usually soft blonde hues look darker. You can even feel the sudden sensation of his thumb rubbing against your clothed outer thigh.

You clear your throat, pulling yourself further back on the table. Steve immediately takes a step back as well - hands returning to his sides.

“Hey, Stark says the reactor’s back on.”

The two of you whip your heads in the direction of Clint who enters the lab, gaze firmly set on his phone. He looks up a beat later, when he’s met with silence, and immediately grins.

“I wasn’t interrupting something, was I?”

Your face scrunches in confusion, looking from him to the supersoldier and back again.

“No? Steve was just saying that I should remain here if we need to go on more raids.”

“Did he?” Barton sounds almost gleeful as he rocks up on his heels.

You look toward Steve again, but his eyes remain on the archer.

Clint stops, mouth closing as he jerks his thumb back in the direction of which he had just came from, “Yeah. I’m just gonna…”

He walks backward for a moment before he turns and heads down the stairs and out of the lab. You watch him go and then you turn your attention back to the man standing in front of you. He shakes his head, letting out a huff of unamused laughter.

“Well,” you brush the draping of your dress that rests below your knees. “Until Pallas returns, it looks like you’re stuck with me, Rogers.”

His radiant blue eyes meet your soft expression as you hop up from your place on the edge of the table. He lends you a hand as you steady yourself.

“That’s not so bad,” he replies with a gentle tone.

You give him a smile in return.

One last glance at the laptop shows updated images of the lit New York skyline before you close the lid. At least a riot wasn’t on the agenda for tonight.

As you make your way down the stairs, toward the elevator to the residence floor, Steve’s hand comes to rest on your lower back as you side-step a large pile of broken glass.

“I don’t think I mentioned earlier,” he starts, gazing down at your face as you wait for the elevator to reach your floor.

“What?”

He takes a breath, darkened eyes focused on your own, “You look beautiful tonight.”

You look away, feeling a strange rush of heat to your cheeks and ears, as a surprising smile graces your features at the compliment.

Steve rocks back on his heels for a moment, also looking up toward the floor indicator light before his fingers tighten briefly on your back.

Natasha’s in the kitchen when he returns to the tower. She has a steaming mug of black coffee in one hand when she looks up from her phone to greet him.

“Good run?”

When she's given no reply, she looks up, green eyes hardening as she sees right through him. He shakes his head, moving his attention to the fridge where he seeks out a bottle of water.

“Should have kept it to the gym.”

Her sculpted brow arches in question.

Taking a moment to unscrew the lid and have a gulp of the much-needed cold drink, Steve brushes his lips dry with the back of his hand, head thudding against the door of the refrigerator.

“Rogers. What happened?”

He gives a small shake of his head, hardly believing the events of the morning himself.

“People on the street weren’t in the best of moods today.”

“Wow. New York on a Sunday, who would have guessed?” she laughs, returning to her coffee.

“It’s not…” he sighs, rubbing his hand over his sweatpants. “Not people being people. I mean, they were shouting at me. Things about last night and where my priorities lie. There was genuine hate there.”

She deposits her drink back down on the counter.

“Are they honestly still mad about that? The power was restored in less than five hours.”

“Yeah, well,” he shrugs, pushing off from the fridge. “Apparently there’s some distaste in their mouths after the news was all over the party last night.”

Nat gives a nod of understanding.

“Tony, extravagance, using up the entire grid for his party, of course.”

“What’s the point in public servants if that’s what we’re doing in our free time?” Steve says, recalling the words of a young woman who had crossed his path near the coffee shop by Grand Central.

“Well, I’m sure you’re all too used to that at this point. Wasn’t WHiH claiming you were hellbent on destroying D.C. because you were… what was it?”

“Demanding a pay increase,” he snaps, cooly remembering the headlines that graced the media two years prior.

She snorts, taking a sip of her beverage once again.

“Look, when you’re in this business long enough, with a public image, you’re going to get bad press every now and then. As far as they know, there were no Ultron drones tearing up the tower. Better to have them know less of the truth and deal with a little public fallout than mass panic, don’t you think?”

Steve sighs, holding the bottle against his cheek for a moment as his emotions rattle their way through his system.

“I guess.”

She gives him a pointed look then.

“Anyway, Tony’s prepping to give an address at ten. Calm general worry and all that jazz.”

“Good.”

Steve was not a stranger in the realm of negative press. The days of wearing blue-knit tights and holding a wooden shield hadn’t strayed that far from his mind. He knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of dislike and general disgust. To be booed and have tomatoes thrown at you and generally feel like a piece of crap, to put it lightly.

But this was the modern era, news traveled faster than he could have ever believed. And one negative story could easily spiral out of control until public opinion was permanently changed.

It was only two years after D.C., and three since the Battle of New York. When, even after saving the city from an alien invasion and their own government trying to bomb them out of existence, the public was still up in arms over the concept of them.

The assassin stares at him for a moment more, before she changes her tone entirely.

“So… how were things last night?”

He rolls his eyes, “Come on.”

“No, I’m genuinely asking. Barton was all doe-eyed when he reenacted it to us. Something about walking in before a big declaration of love?”

“I’ll see you later, Nat,” he announces, striding out of the kitchen with a quickened pace as her laughter follows after him.

While he had allowed himself to spend a portion of his morning recalling everything about you from the party, the run had largely soured Steve’s mood. And it had refocused his attention back on the rather pressing issue that was a missing and corrupted robot with an alien-based scepter.

He hadn’t been able to sleep after he dropped you off at your room. Tossing and turning on his bed for a solid two hours before he just threw his hands up and decided to go for his usual morning run. Half of the team was still out for the moment - too exhausted from the events of the late night to be awake before eight - though he had a feeling that no one would be getting particularly restful sleep.

And while you had reassured him that you were confident in Pallas’ situation, Steve could still see the hint of worry in your eyes.

Maybe that’s why Steve isn’t entirely surprised to see you when he rounds the corner to the living quarters. With your arms resting on the window ledge, your attention is focused on the city down below. He clears his throat, giving you a moment to acknowledge his approach before he comes to rest on your left side, mirroring your pose.

“Hey,” you greet, voice soft but strained with a lingering sense of tiredness. “Get any sleep?”

He snorts, “Not a wink.”

You offer him a look, lips barely able to reach up into a proper smile.

As the silence stretches for a minute longer, Steve looks down at your hands whereupon he notices a small scrap of paper held tightly between your fingers. You twiddle with it as the seconds pass, but he can see nothing on it. Drawing his eyes back to your face, the supersoldier lets out a sigh.

“It’s the worst, feeling stationary, isn’t it?”

That makes your gaze pull up, curiosity piqued.

“Never was very good at waiting around while things went on around me that felt… out of my control.”

“You were never a proper soldier,” you smirk.

He can feel his smile grow.

“Do you want to spar?” 

When your eyes meet his, he feels the need to elaborate. “I have all this tension from last night and I think I’ve wrecked just about every one of Stark’s punching bags at this point.”

“Oh, am I the replacement for your usual punching bag? Is that it?”

Though it’s teasing in nature, your smile overpowers the harshness of it.

Steve inclines his head in the direction of the gym before he shakes his head and adds, “Never.”

Steve’s head slams onto the mat as all of the breath is pushed from his lungs. You’re securely sat on top of him, holding his wrists together in one of your hands as you lean down - your chests pressed together.

“You’re getting better at this, honestly.”

He huffs out a sound of laughter as you gently release him and pull back, resting on your haunches.

“It doesn’t feel like it,” he grunts with just a hint of playfulness behind his ocean-blue eyes.

You give him a little shrug.

“What, like it’s easy to take down a god? Honestly, Rogers.”

This had been your routine for the past two days. While public outcry died down and Stark began cleaning up the tower and securing his current systems, the two of you found yourselves in the gym more often than not.

Sometimes the others would join you. Feeling equally stuck in the waiting game that you and the supersoldier did.

There had been no word from Pallas, nor sightings of a silver robot wandering around with a deadly alien scepter. So, you used your time in the only way that seemed appropriate.

Steve sits up, hands resting on either side of your hips, catching you somewhat off guard as the heated breath from his lips meets the tip of your nose. 

You wriggle against him, feeling slightly caged by his positioning.

But then his fingers are digging into your sides, tickling you, and the shocking gasps of laughter surprise even you as you find yourself being rolled over onto the mat.

“Ste-Eve! Cronusss, mercy! Mercy!”

It lasts a minute more before Steve stops his attack, chuckling at your exposed position. While it wasn’t a well-known fact, goddesses could also feel the effects of tickling. When his hands retreat and your breathing calms, you find yourself staring up into those darkened blue eyes as he straddles you.

There’s a glint of a smile on his lips as he leans forward, gaze moving from your eyes down to your lips.

“First time for everything,” you whisper.

There’s a strange dichotomy draping over you as he tilts forward. The blanket of heat that lays across your body mixes with the screaming anxiety in the pit of your stomach that commands you to move, to pull away. And like an ice bath, that feeling tips over until your body begins to shake involuntarily and your vision blurs.

You can hear his voice, but it’s far away, drifting toward you through muddied waters.

And while you lose sight of the gym, of Steve’s face above yours, your eyes blink open to the sight of reddish-orange bricks.

You force another harsh blink of your eyes, trying to see more of what lies in front of you.

Distantly, someone is shouting your name and it takes all your energy to yell back shut up, but even that sound never reaches your ears.

You can feel the rustle of the breeze in the tree you’re perched within, light dim in the late afternoon sky, as the white words finally come into sharper clarity for you. Grasping everything in front of you like a sponge sucking up knowledge, you try to retain it all down to the last detail.

Bodies are strewn across the ground, ripped apart with careless blasts, the large metal doors are destroyed, and a siren rings out. And you can see a silver drone, and a man being pulled along, muttering something, something… his arm is missing, blood gushing down his side as he is pulled away, red eyes land on you and panic rises in your throat as a hole is blasted into the trunk just an inch from your head.

And then, at last -

“Daughter of Zeus. Return to me. Athena. My Lady, Athena. Return to me.”

It takes a second, but a punch of air pushes out from your lungs as the sight of the gym comes back into view, nausea rising to a volatile level. You shield your eyes against the light as someone is quick to block out the remaining fluorescents from your sight. A hand presses down on your shuddering chest, holding you steady against the sticky mat.

“Her eyes,” someone says. “They were silver, like she had film over them or - ”

“A vision,” a deeper tone replies.

With another breath, you finally look up to see the curious eyes of Thor. A braided strand of his blonde hair rests upon your clavicle as he peers down at you, searching your eyes for something.

“Where is it?”

A hand cradles your cheek and your stomach sloshes.

Letters and images flash by your inner mind until, at last, a location comes forward and a word is spat out:

 “Netherlands.”

You can feel Steve’s gaze upon you as you sit on the cream-colored couch in the central living space of the tower. Knees bent and pulled up to your chest as your body tries to recover from the experience.

It had taken the strength of the supersoldier and the other god to get you here as your own feet had been reluctant to function in the aftermath. Even now, an involuntary shudder wracks your body.

While the experience had lasted only seconds for you, Steve said you were out for several minutes. With your eyes glazed over and your body convulsing so hard he thought the worst. Thor had merely been passing by the gym when he found the two of you.

Of course, your fellow god knew exactly what had happened.

“I have a link to Pallas when necessary,” you explain to the team. “When he was sure of Ultron’s location, he connected with me. Sorry, by the way - ” you direct this part to Steve.

He waves his hand in dismissal, but his face clearly gives away his discomfort with what had just transpired.

“Great. Where’s the bastard?” Clint claps his hands together.

Giving yourself a moment to breathe, you answer at last, “The Hague Penitentiary.”

Tony’s head snaps up, pointing a finger as if he wants to say something before he grabs his phone instead.

“A prison?” Sam questions.

“Not just a prison,” Natasha continues for you.

From across the room, the billionaire pulls up a hologram of the location, alongside a map and a 3D globe.

“It’s the main detention unit for NATO.”

Clint blinks, “Seriously?”

“And wouldn’t you know it, there was a breakout less than an hour ago,” Stark snaps.

A holographic list of prisoners is thrown into the center of the room before it lands on a single name. Pulling up the accompanying image, your memory of the vision suddenly connects with the portrait in front of you.

“Strucker.”

Someone’s hand slams onto a table behind you, but you can barely hear it over the sound of anger pulsing through your own ears.

“That fucker,” Clint spits.

Thor stalks off across the room to stare out the windows, you can see his shoulders visibly shaking as he clenches his fists. Shocks of electric blue travel along his frame.

“Why?”

When you feel the gaze of the team fall upon you, you reiterate, “Why him?”

“Strucker was working with the scepter before this; days before literally,” Tony suggests.

Steve shakes his head, “Access to everything online - HYDRA included, why would Ultron need him?”

At that, Tony opens and closes his mouth, perplexed into silence.

Steve had a point, of course. What use was Strucker to Ultron when the drone knew anything and everything? Probably even more than the Baron did about the scepter. For a supposed superior peacekeeper it was surely strange for the bot to take a man like Strucker hostage. No, he needed him for something. But what?

Thor snorts, turning back toward the team.

“Personally, I care not for the why.”

“Same, actually,” Clint cracks his knuckles. “We put him away once, maybe we should make it permanent.”

Nat places a silent hand on his forearm.

“Yeah,” Tony nods, pocketing his phone. “Let’s get the bastard.”

That’s how you find yourselves in the air, barely ten minutes later. While Tony and Bruce chose to remain at the Tower, the rest of you hopped on the jet with a course set for the Hague district.

Clint drums his hands upon his knees, sitting across from you on the benches, while Thor continues to pace the length of the jet. Twisting and turning his hammer around in his grip. Everyone has the sense to steer clear of the God of Thunder.

When Natasha comes back to sit beside the archer, you push up from your own seat to move toward the controls at the front of the plane where Sam and Steve reside.

“See, this is what’s pissing me off.”

You arch a brow at the supersoldier when you come to stand beside his chair. He has a fist drawn to his mouth, gaze drawn in thought as Tony’s voice comes over the speakers.

“Think I can get footage of these two? No. Think I can find any functioning camera in a fifty-mile radius of this place? No. I’m serious, Cap. I’m off the robotics market after this. I can’t have my projects trying to outsmart me.”

“We’ll do it the old-fashioned way then,” Steve sighs, trying to placate the situation.

There’s a beat of crackling static before Tony responds.

“Yeah. Let me know how that works out.”

The comm link switches off and Sam lets out a low whistle.

Steve stares at the controls for a long moment before he finally meets your gaze.

“They’re in the wind, aren’t they?”

He nods.

It’s another twenty minutes of flying before the quinjet crosses Dutch borders. The team, while rattled by the revelation that they were basically back at square one with the scepter, got to work on their last-minute preparations. Across the ocean, back in New York, Tony and Bruce were working to get a signal on the rogue bot. Still technically connected to the original Ultron AI network, there was a large possibility of finding it.

Perhaps if the drone hadn’t rearranged Tony’s schematics and software before he left, it would already be up and running. But, as it was, Stark was stuck working around his own systems to get to what he needed.

“Damn.”

You look up from your spot behind Steve, craning your neck to see out the windshield.

At Sam’s exclamation, you finally see the large coverage of agents outside the penitentiary, followed by camera crews and vans held behind barriers on the streets. There’s a handful of them, in the center of the yard, frantically waving their hands in an X motion at the jet.

The two men share a look between themselves, before pulling the lever on the panel that would allow the ship to remain in the air.

“What’s the hold-up?” Natasha questions, the smirk on her face falling by a fraction as she joins the three of you at the front of the jet.

Clint’s a step behind her, “What the hell?”

“Are they denying us permission to land?”

Steve flips a switch, static ringing out for a moment, before he speaks, “Tony. We’re not cleared to land.”

There’s a long sigh that follows across the comm.

“Yeah, okay. Let me make a call.”

You press forward, looking down at the masses. Black body bags covered the entrance path, just like your vision had shown you. The doors to the main center of the unit were barely hanging on their hinges now. On instinct alone, you begin searching the outlying trees and perches - seeking out the one who had brought you all here in the first place.

“Any sign?” Steve intones, leaning into your side.

You shake your head, “Not yet. But he’s out there.”

The blonde takes a moment to scan the ground below, but also seems to come up empty.

“Okay. Fantastic news,” Tony announces. “They’re denying you entry and want you to vacate the area, immediately.”

“That’s… that’s not good news,” Clint states.

Nat gives the archer a little shove, moving closer to the speaker.

“Did they give you a reason why?”

You can imagine Tony rolling his eyes, shrugging, and fiddling with a screwdriver all at once when he replies.

“Something about not needing extra hands getting into their mess, press coverage, international borders, a polite thanks, but fuck off sort of vibe. Oh! And for an extra sprinkle of fun, the Dutch Customs and Border Office is trying to deny you permanent entry into the country.”

“You’re kidding me,” Steve deadpans.

A crackle of thunder makes you turn, eyes falling upon Thor as he tosses his hammer up and back down into his hand.

“You know,” you start, turning toward the microphone. “Technically speaking, international law only really applies to… well, humans.”

A deep chuckle reaches your ears.

“Always the clever one, my dear Lady.”

“Pardon! Je kunt hier niet zijn - ”

Thor pushes the agent out of the way by simply pressing his hammer into the man’s chest.

“This won’t take long,” you placate as you pass.

The two of you move past the working agents who all remain too stunned to do much more than stare at you both. Dressed in your usual battle regalias, you appear indomitable and all too similar to the legends that were born in your wake.

A screech rings across the busy courtyard as a pair of sharp talons bears down onto your right shoulder. Thor gives you a curious look as you quickly wrap your hand around Pallas’ head.

“Well done. Now, don’t scare me like that again.”

The tawny owl gives you a light nip on your finger in apology.

“Hey, love the energy,” someone says, trying to cross your path. “But this is a secure area, and I’m afraid, Mr. Odison and Miss…”

“Parthenos,” you supply.

“Miss Parthenos,” the man nods, looking from your face to Pallas and back again. “I’m afraid you’re currently in violation of local ordinances and I have strict orders to have you escorted from the premises.”

Thor genuinely chortles at that, staring up at the quinjet still hovering overhead.

“That’s unfortunate,” you say, drawing closer to the man. “For we do not work within the bounds of human law. Now, I believe you have something we require.”

Without a further word, Thor pushes the man thoroughly out of your way as the pair of you move into the NATO unit. You can hear the man make a sound of distaste, barking orders and demanding the head of their agency be called immediately.

The interior of the detention center is quartered off with yellow caution tape, while extra security remains on hand to deal with the breach.

“Pathetic,” Thor snorts, staring down at the armed guards as you pass unburdened.

You tilt your head toward the left hall, “Tony said it should be down here.”

The central office is a mess of people when you enter, two calls are happening simultaneously in both Dutch and English while men shout over each other. The two gods merely stand in the doorway, watching on with the amused sense of a child with a magnifying glass staring down an ant hill.

“Hey! You can’t be here!”

Your head tilts to the side, Pallas ruffles his feathers, and Thor crosses his arms as someone, at last, notices your presence.

“I’ll have you arrested! No Avengers! No superheroes, no meddling, thank you! Good day!”

The God of Thunder looks down at you, then back toward the man. Silence rings out for a long stretched moment before the man takes a step back, posture shrinking slightly.

“We have rights,” someone else decides to perk up. “Our country has laws, you know. Who can come in and mess about and those who can’t.”

“Laws?” you question, voice pitched and brow raised. “Laws that keep assistance from reaching you, helping to stop an armed criminal from further terrorizing this world?”

“It is under control.”

Thor huffs, “Your laws do not pertain to us.”

“Perhaps if you got in touch with Themis,” you joke, tone sharp and biting. “Or… who was it again?”

“Forsetti,” Thor answers, tilting his head down toward you. “Occassionally Tyr if you get him in the right mood.”

“Of course.”

“I’m sorry,” a third man stands, hands held wide. “What is happening here?”

“Apologies,” you schmooze. “You have information on the man who was taken from this unit, do you not?”

He balks, mustache twitching as he looks away, “It’s being handled by the appropriate authorities.”

“Not fast enough.”

Thor leans over again, “This is drawing too long.”

You give him an acknowledging nod, “I’m asking nicely only once. After that, I can’t be held responsible for what he does.”

The hulking blonde tosses his hammer up once, for added show. The men visibly gulp as you move forward, leaning your arms upon the nearest desk.

“So… what do you have for me?”

Steve can’t help but stare at the way you and Thor interact upon your return to the tower. The team had been given the breakdown of what had transpired inside the detention unit, but he had this nagging feeling that certain things were being left unsaid. 

The blonde god places his hand on your shoulder, leaning down to speak more words Steve can’t hear into your ear. He has to physically look away before his emotions get the better of him. As if tensions weren’t already high.

“Okay,” Tony claps his hands together, gathering the team’s attention.

They’re centered in the lab again, standing in a sort of circle around the central hub.

“Here’s what we got to work with, people. Strucker,” the man’s image appears in holographic form in the middle of the lab. “ - was placed with an internal tracker the minute he entered custody. Unfortunately… it looks like that tracker was picked up just outside of his cell.”

“His arm was chopped off,” you supply from behind him.

Steve whips his head around to look at you, but you merely shrug, as if it wasn’t that big of a deal to you. Perhaps it wasn’t. It was Strucker after all.

Tony grimaces, “Yikes. Now, this thorn in my side has been sidestepping us whenever it comes to tracking them down. A little Bonnie and Clyde scenario.”

Bruce coughs, managing to redirect the billionaire’s train of thought.

“Anyway, good news is we might have a lock on Ultron in the next few hours. The system’s… getting there. Not-so-great news… everything we had on Strucker has been erased. Bastard still has a backdoor into my stuff.”

“Fantastic. And you want us to, what? Wait?” Clint clarifies. “While the T-800 pairs up with HYDRA?”

Stark rolls his eyes, “What do you take me for? Actually, don’t answer that.”

The archer closes his mouth, holding back the insult he so clearly wanted to say.

“When technology fails you, go old school,” Tony drops a large brown catalog box down onto the workbench, giving it a gentle smack.

Steve stares at the SHIELD emblem on the side of the container before he meets the billionaire’s eye, brow raising. Maria enters a beat later, a trolley cart stacked with even more boxes.

“Awesome,” Clint groans.

“What are we looking for exactly?” Sam questions.

“Look, there’s something Strucker knows that Ultron needs. We’re just gonna have to connect the dots in between.”

Sam gives a small nod, looking entirely unassured by the prospect.

Everyone grabs a box for themselves, sorting through near decades of files on Wolfgang von Strucker. The archer and Natasha occupy a corner of the lab for themselves, while Tony and Bruce spread out over a series of workbenches - with the former tossing papers left and right and the latter neatly stacking everything he goes through.

You’re on the bottom step of the stairs, flipping through manilla folders and papers. Pallas is comfortably perched on the railing above you, eyes nearly shut.

Steve drops his second box down on the floor beside you and you immediately offer him a sheepish smile as he takes a seat across from you, mindful of your own pile.

“Anything?” he questions.

“Known associates mostly,” you sigh, closing yet another folder and filing it back into the catalog box.

“He have a lot of friends?” Steve can’t help but snort.

You roll your eyes, “A few. One name’s popped up a few times, but I can’t for the life of me remember where I heard it from.”

He lifts his brows, waiting as you turn a particular file around for him to see.

Ophelia Sarkissian.

Humming in thought, he takes hold of the paper and stands up, moving across the lab to where Tony is seated on a stool, raking his hands through his hair.

“This name ring a bell?” he asks.

With an annoyed sigh from being interrupted, Stark grabs it with a slight flourish and squints at the name.

“Sarkissian. Sarkissian. We know a Sarkissian, right?” he peers over at Bruce.

The Doctor blinks, “That was… that was the other name, wasn’t it?”

Tucking his hands onto his belt, Steve asks, “What name?”

The paper is shoved back against his chest as Tony rolls off the stool and saunters across the room. Clint and Nat watch him as he passes.

“There were four other people in Strucker’s block that took a break for it when Ultron came knocking.”

He pulls out his phone, scrolling for a moment until he finds what he’s searching for. Steve looks over at Banner before he follows after Tony.

“A. Burgos, G. Van der Berg, M. Gbadamoshi, and… yeah, there it is, O. Sarkissian. All otherwise unnoteworthy criminals of international repute. Everyone was found and rounded up within three hours, but Miss Sarkissian is still missing.”

The billionaire shrugs, “Might be worth looking into.”

Another two hours pass, looking through old catalogs of information collected by the previous SHIELD organization.

Natasha went on a coffee run while Clint took a temporary nap on one of the tables, a folder covering his eyes. Thor remains by the window, slamming file after file when he finds nothing of actual use. Bruce was pinning images on a physical map that Tony had wheeled into the lab. A pencil between his teeth as he stares at two separate points located in Eastern Asia.

Pallas has fully drifted off to sleep on the railing now, and even you, the goddess who claimed required no sleep, looked fully exhausted. Steve had to admit that the words were beginning to blur together now too, as he skimmed through years of HYDRA experiments and SHIELD intel logs.

With yet another file to discard, Steve drops the folder into his pile and looks up at you.

You have your hair tied back and a thumb pressed between your teeth as you flick through another outdated report. And though there is so much going on around him right now, he can’t help but allow himself this small moment to watch you.

He knew his feelings were growing by the day, bursting to a point of no return whenever you were around. But he didn’t know how to approach it yet. Nat’s words had truly struck a cord in him. You were two centuries old and a relationship had never once been mentioned in the history or mythology books, and definitely never by you.

And maybe that was why he was constantly reaching out to you, but equally hesitant to let the words spill out. You had become far too important in his life for him to recklessly rush forward and mess this up. No… he was going to take his time with this. Do it right.

As you shut your folder, your bleary eyes glance up and find his gaze. You give a little sigh of discontent as the file slips from your lap.

“Hey! I know that guy.”

The two of you turn as Tony reaches across the workbench to nab one of the files Bruce had been browsing through. Feeling like a breakthrough might actually be happening, you both drop your folders to the side and move to where the two scientists are stationed.

“From back in the day. He operates off the African coast, black market arms.”

Steve can’t help the immediate look of distrust that crosses his face, choice words rising to his lips. But he’s quickly silenced by Tony who gives him a pointed expression.

“There are conventions, all right? You meet people. I didn’t sell him anything.”

You’re holding onto the file that Tony had discovered when Thor wanders over. The other god pushes in between the two of you as he peers over your shoulder to stare at the image of the man in question.

“What’s this?” Thor questions, pointing at the man’s neck.

The billionaire shrugs, “A tattoo. I don’t think he had it when we met.”

“No,” Thor continues. “Those are tattoos, this is a brand.”

You pull the picture closer, also studying the image before holding it for Steve to examine as well.

“Great, he’s branded, so what? We know he’s slimy if he’s working with anyone dealing with HYDRA,” Tony digs through the box where Banner had first found the file.

“No, no. I know that dialect,” you clarify, pulling the photo away from the group as you move toward the windows into more direct sunlight.

“It’s similar to Swahili, but… no, that’s not it.”

Steve watches you pace, eyes closed as you try to recall the exact language.

“Bast! Of course,” you exclaim, striding over to the stationary map, swiping up a pin, and dropping it down into a tiny African country. “It’s Wakandan. Klaue received that brand in Wakanda, I’m sure of it.”

He watches your bright expression seek him out as the others begin moving around you.

“It means thief, essentially. But with some less friendly connotations,” you elaborate.

But that’s not where his attention immediately falls. Instead, he looks toward Tony.

“If this guy got out of Wakanda with some of their trade goods - ”

Steve feels an eerie sensation traveling along his spine as the implications become more and more terrifying.

“I thought you said your father got the last of it.”

“I’m sorry,” Bruce clears his throat, looking at each of them for a moment. “I’m not following. What comes out of Wakanda?”

You give a little gasp, understanding drawing clear across your face as you look toward the map once again. Steve crosses his arms, fingers digging rivets into his flesh as he looks down, unwilling to even try to process the thought.

Tony supplements in his steed, “The strongest metal on Earth. Vibranium.”

“Shit,” Clint groans.

Sam drags a hand over his jaw, “So, Ultron breaks out Strucker, gets the intel he needs, and what? Goes after this guy?”

Nat moves beside Steve, peering over at the mess on the workbench, “It’s a lead.”

“I mean, realistically,” Tony intones. “They keep a pretty big lock and key on the whole secret mineral. Not many people are gonna know about it. And if Strucker or Ultron gets their hands on vibranium…”

He trails off, but the implications are fairly apparent.

“And where is this Klaue now?” Thor questions, tone sharp.

There’s an immediate flurry of papers as Tony begins yanking folders out of the box, flipping through pages of intel.

“Ran out of the Congo, spotted in Kenya… yikes, Madagascar too. And… yeah.”

It takes a minute, but he blinks and steps toward the map, grabbing a final red pin and bullseying the coast of South Africa.

“Best guess, really,” he clarifies, stepping back to look at his handiwork.

“Better be sure,” you quip, arms crossing as you look over at Stark.

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#steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x reader #marvel fan fic #series: shameless wonder #my fic

[shorthaltsjester]

the mighty nein - critical role

this is a place where i don't feel alone. this is a place where i feel at home.

#also with softer vibes. i offer They #every silly little brainheart found family deserves a to build a home edit #the mighty nein maybe most of all. thats my family #also the lyrics deliciously well suited to m9. #when jester pulls that. stupid tarot card for fjord. home or traveler. and there's a carnival wagon. and veth says Thats Us! . them #i just think about . the tower is their home the xhorhouse is their home the lavish chateau is their home the balleater. the mistake. #the nein heroez. veth and yezas apartment. the dome. fjord and jesters living room floor. #a bar with a silly name on rumblecusp #also like. the song has stone and dust imagery. gardens and trees. #the inherent temporality of life and love and how that holds no bearing on how greatly people can love. im losin it okay. #ive been making this edit for days straight with my computer screaming at me for trying to shove 143 episodes of cr into a 2min20sec video. #crying becuase. theyre a family do you get it. they were nine lonely people and most of them had given up on seeing their own lives #as something that might be good. something that might make the world a better place. and in the end they're heroes. #and it doesn't matter if no one else knows because They know they're heroes. and they wouldn't've believed that was true when they met. #rattling the bars of my enclosure. to be loved is to be changed #posted on twitter and want to get in the habit of posting here too bc. #general reasons but also bc . i have noticed some of the ppl liking/sharing it are also ppl who shit on my ops by vaguing about my posts #which is in general whatever but does leave a funny taste in my mouth. #critical role #the mighty nein #cr2 #caleb widogast #caduceus clay #jester lavorre #fjord #veth brenatto #yasha nydoorin #beauregard lionett #mollymauk tealeaf #my posts

[weird-life-of-a-closet-fangirl]

sorry, but I don't think I'm ever going to get over that lanyard pull in the Living Classroom exhibit

#abbott elementary #janine x gregory #that entire scene had me LOSING IT #like literally I screamed I danced I jumped around my room with joy #like we've known gregory is attracted to janine we have KNOWN okay but janine isnt as obvious as he is with the longing looks and everythin #and then we have this episode where she's just trying her best to cheer him up after the break up #and they're both a little tipsy and happy to be hanging out together and janine loves flowers and loves him!!! and she's just so happy!!! #and they're giggling like little kids crouching on the floor of the living classroom and he kisses her #and she doesnt even hesitate!!!!! just drops the flower grabs his lanyard pulls him back in #idk if this is what chemistry is but if it is then they sure do have it #its one of the few moments where she doesnt overthink #literally like she says 'we got lost in the moment' AND ITS SO BRILLIANT #god i cant wait to see what happens next season im so excited

[illiana-mystery]

This new Marvel villain looks great! 😆 (There's a Doc Ock reference hiding in this video. 😉)

#this edit combines parts from two different episodes #can you tell #i don't think it's that easy to notice #i just love that they had to sneak that reference in there #like rippen just suddenly has actuators #okay #well played #this episode came out after i realized that fred played rippen #and i was floored #also the bridge too far #reminds me so much of nwh #just me #rippen #penn zero part time hero #animated alfredo #video edits #alfred molina #videos

[dbphantom]

Same energy

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #spoilers #episode ignis spoilers #okay spoiler tags out of the way #Cruddy rambles #God I love ending 2 #Why did ardyn just dump his unconscious body on the floor #Listen I'm not expecting much but that's SO funny to me #He's just laying there passed tf out #For how long???? Ardyn had to wait until he woke up. And then didn't even say anything when he did. Just decided to jumpscare him instead. #King shit- I get it- but still #[throws your limp body onto a metal catwalk and stands over you motionless until you wake up from ur exhaustion-induced coma] #'Hai :3c' #Did ardyn carry Ignis's body? Did he make the MTs do it? Was it a long trip from Altissia? What were the other chocobros thinking watching- #This go down while they tailed them to get there in time to save Iggy??? #There is so much untapped comedic potential for this #After you sneak attack the angst ofc #The fact that Noct is up and walking implies like... At least a BIT of time has passed. Can you *imagine* the conversations going on- #Between the others while they tailed them to zagnatus keep #'so.....' 'so!' 'ardyn huh' 'yep' 'yeah' #'guys where's ignis' [Gladio and Prompto stare at each other] [Ravus- half dead in the other medical bed: oh ardyn took him after #He got kicked in the face again] #Noct: wh- #Noct: AND YOU DIDN'T STOP HIM??? #Ravus: he kind of blasted me into a wall #Noct: OH BOO HOO #Demon Ignis au when #Anyway I'm gonna go back to sleep I definitely have a bit of a fever gnight

[hauntingblue]

Me as bartolomeo mashing the guy who badmouthed luffy to the wall

#mugiwara no luffy senpai..... okay.... #he was there???!!!! #oh nvm in loguetown he became a luffy believer #150 villages??? damn #luffy catching the sword by spitting on his hands 😭😭 #i love cavendish he is insane and blond #waitwaiywait.... Burgess saying he doesnt trust aokiji.... what is he doing with teach... and its the same as with shiliew??? what is going #on... he does not help them right.... he does not... ✍️✍️✍️ #oh teach die!!! luffy tell him.... tell him to fuck off and die!!!! tell him to kill himself!!! or you do it!!!!!! #like making ace his nakama.... when he rejected him... luffy execute this man #he needs to disfigure burgess so bad his own mother won't recognize him..... just wait..... #oh luffy is mad mad mad.... me too girl me too.... #he was this close to running after him he had to go eat to calm down #she will buy him food and he is going to love her forever lmao #nvm betrayal.... and all this without dropping his food #my girl rebecca crying and defeated on the floor and they start to put shine on her titties.... have some decorum pls... #talking tag #watching one piece #episode 650 #rebecca girl don't cry you dont even need to win you bought luffy food and he will kill doflamingo for you it's that simple...

[zhongli-lover-69]

kutner dead. there is no joy peace or laughter in this world.

#was mostly okay until TAUB STARTED UGLY CRYING #god. taub was kutner's bestie and. now kutner's fucking dead #taub even covered for him at the beginning of the episode cus he thought kutner was just coming in late. but no. #also taub's reaction to house accusing him of attempting suicide in the past. the look away the uncomfortable swallow. god #and taub can't even to the funeral. he stays with a patient who is dying a tragic and unnecessary death. and then he SOBS. #the house “attempting to prove kutner's suicide was a murder” got to me. i had to leave the episode for like 2 hrs and then come back #i know it's house attempting to make it make sense. to rationalize it. if it was all a puzzle and house solves it than it's a little more o #it means house didn't miss something so fucking tragic and it means he isn't a failure. it means kutner's death had some kind of meaning #ghhhhhhhhgjgkljd #i knew kutner death was coming up but i rlly rlly wasn't prepared for thirteen and foreman to 1. find the body and 2. attempt to save kutne #kutner. dead on the ground. no pulse. brains on the floor #the shot of thirteen and foreman leaning against kutner's bed. bloodstained bloodsplattered. utterly hopeless barely holding back tears #like i shouldve known from the first shot cus it had this melodramatic dark filter overlaid. but MAN. #kutner was one of my favorites i liked him so much. this is utterly tragic

[januaryembrs]

CROSS MY HEART | Spencer Reid x wife!Reader

Request: read here

description: Spencer's wife struggles with the aftermath of JJ's confession

length: 1.5k

warnings: JJ's 14x15 confession spoilers (big ick, pull yourself together Jennifer) infidelity, thoughts of worthlessness, reader thinks Spencer is going to leave her for JJ.

authors note: I have loved JJ for all of fourteen seasons and fourteen episodes. this was a BIG ICK for me watching this won't lie

She should have known something was wrong the minute they left that damn store. 

It took her all of two seconds to throw herself into her husband’s arms, her voice choked with tears that had threatened to spill when she’d seen the video of Casey shooting at him, and she swore Spencer had never grabbed her so tight. 

“I thought you,” She sniffled, running her fingers through the back of his scalp, the entire spanse of his huge hands ran along her spine, counting every vertebra to make sure she was still intact, despite the fact he had been the one held hostage, “I thought he’d shot you- it came so close,” 

He hushed her mewls, a hand reaching to the back of her head and tucked her into his neck further, the sob rattling through her ribcage almost, almost, taking his mind entirely off what JJ had said in that stupid game of truth or dare. 

What the fuck did she mean she had always loved him? She had a husband and children who doted on her; Will, who loved every shred of her being like it was his only purpose in the world. His godsons who had known him as uncle Spencer since he’d held them in the hospital, covered in goop and looking like the cutest little aliens he’d ever seen. 

And yet JJ, his friend, perhaps one of his longest friends, was willing to throw it away for him? He, who had a wife he adored more than there were birds in the wind, leaves on an Autumn floor, more than there were galaxies in the damn cosmos. His wife, who had been there for him since the moment they’d met, who he’d known was the one since that first day she’d ran into him in the lobby, their files mixing together because neither of them had been watching where they were going, like one of those romcoms she forced him to watch and he pretended to hate, or like the silly thing she called fate that she insisted was very much real. 

Spencer was a man of statistics and numbers and facts; things he could see. But he was sure there was nothing in any textbook that could have ever made sense of how the one person so perfectly created for him, the blob of cells that made up his wife that seemed to call to his own as if they were coming home to one another, would have just so happened to bump into him on a random Tuesday in August. 

Most people waited decades for that kind of love, or something close, and he’d managed to get it at the ripe age of thirty three. 

And yet in the space of ten seconds, of four little words in a wretched game, he felt like the carpet had been pulled from beneath him. Because why would JJ, who saw as clearly as anyone else how much he cherished his wife and the future they were planning together, try to take that away from him?

And as if his own odd spiral of thoughts wasn’t a kick to the gut enough, his sweet wife had quickly released him from her grasp and thrown herself at JJ, who seemed to just now be understanding the gravity of her words as she looked around with wide eyes, tear stains wetting her cheeks, the guilt gnawing in her gut already. 

“JJ! Are you okay? Oh, you poor thing, you must have been so scared,” She sobbed, wrapping her friend in a loving hug that was shakily reciprocated, like JJ was waiting for the second she would get a fat shiner to the nose for confessing such a thing. 

But that never happened. Instead, she pulled away from the frozen blonde woman, who looked like she could burst into tears then and there and apologise for everything until her face turned blue, and ran a kind hand over the JJ's hair, stroking it behind her ear tenderly as she tried to quell her cries because she wasn't the one who had been held at gunpoint. 

She didn’t know. It hit them both at the same time. She didn’t know what JJ had said, hadn’t even got an inkling into what had happened, and god did it make the sinking feeling in Spencer’s chest swallow itself up into something the size of the Mariana Trench. 

And what was left, what had for a second been a horrid mix of confusion, shock, fear and then another big dollop of confusion for good measure, quickly was dragged away by the current and replaced with anger. 

Anger that JJ could do something like this to his wife; he frankly didn’t care how her words had affected him, that if he had been single he would have been left feeling unworthy of her affection the first time it had been offered around, like there was something so disgustingly wrong with him this was what it took for her to say anything. He didn’t care about any of that. He cared that this would absolutely destroy his wife. 

And it was for that reason Spencer hurried the paramedics into fixing the small graze on his palm as he watched with boiling blood his wife tend to JJ like she would any other time her close friend was hurt in the field. He seethed whenever Jennifer would simper and avoid her friend's eyes, how his beautiful, caring, devoted wife would stroke the woman’s back and will her to talk, to tell her what to do to make it better.

Because it was her who should be fussing over his sweet wife, certainly not the other way around. 

But he couldn’t say that, not there at least, and so he didn’t, not until he had got the greenlight from the medics to leave and he had all but cut off the circulation in her fingers with how tight he’d held her hand as he led her to the car. 

Spencer said nothing, not wanting to fight when she forced him to sit shotgun as she climbed behind the wheel, not wanting to cause a commotion when there was a much bigger bombshell he was sitting on that he knew would change her feelings entirely. 

-

“What?” Her voice was soft still, a murmur in the quiet night air of their bedroom. She sat, fresh faced, minty breathed, kevlar vest long gone and replaced with one of his old Dr Who shirts and comfy bottoms.

She said the word again, like she hadn’t heard him, but judging by the way her expression had fallen into something dejected, he knew that wasn’t the case. 

Sighing, drawing gentle motions up and down her legs with his warm hands, shuffled closer where he kneeled down in front of her submittingly. “JJ said that she has always loved me; that was her ‘truth’ in the game,”

“Well, she-she was lying right?” His wife said quickly, her voice shaking, trying to make sense of it herself. She didn’t get an answer right away, just her husband’s eyes casting down as he tried to think of the best thing to say, “Right, Spencer?” 

“I don’t know,” He said earnestly, and he saw immediately the way tears sprung to her eyes, her bottom lip trembling, her face warming in wet-anger, “But it doesn’t change anything, sweetheart. It doesn’t matter, to me- baby, please don’t cry,”

“Ofcourse it changes things, Spencer, it’s JJ. She’s literally the hottest woman to walk the earth, Pen said you were like in love with her when you started the BAU, and now you have your chance,” She whimpered, fat tears rolling over her freshly moisturised cheeks, and he swore he felt his chest concave at her words. 

“My chance? I don’t want a chance, I want you,” Spencer said in earnest, his hands rubbing further and further up her legs until his hands went under her night shirt, grabbing onto the soft of her hips with pleading tenderness, “I want you forever, no matter what JJ or any other woman feels about me,” 

She sniffled pitifully, her eyes still unsure and he took it as a sign she needed more, so he leaned in fully to hug her to him. 

“But it’s JJ,” She said again, like that was going to change anything, and he shook his head, stroking over the back of her hair softly.

“I don't care,” He said, and she sniffed gently into the crook of his neck, his skin wetting with the contact. She finally wrapped her arms around him, and he knew he was close to getting it through to her, “I had the smallest crush on JJ, what, fifteen years ago? Honey, I want you for the rest of my life, and nothing and no one is going to change my mind about that, not even you.” 

“Really?” His sweet wife whispered tearfully, and he chuckled sadly, hating how hard she had cried that it had ripped the life from her voice. 

“Cross my heart,” He kissed her hairline softly, tipping her head upwards with one long, warm finger under her chin, pressing a gentle kiss to her wetted lips, “Hope I never die,”

She smiled sorrowfully, kissing her husband as if it was the last time she could ever do so, hoping it made up for how puffy and ugly her tears had made her face. But he didn’t care, he never had, he thought she was perfect just the way she was.

And he’d remind her of that any time she thought otherwise. 

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#spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #matthew grey gubler x reader #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic

[vivwritesfics]

Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Three - Playdate

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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Single Dad!Daniel x Single Mum!Reader

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Daniel held Olivia's hands as they walked towards the house. There was a cat sat outside of the door, watching as the approached. When they got too close, the cat scarpered, running into the neighbours garden.

Stepping up to the door, Daniel knocked. He squeezed Olivias hand as they waited for the door to open.

"Coming!" Came a faraway voice. In no time at all the door was open and Y/N was welcoming the two of them into her house.

"Hey Olivia!" Y/N cheered as she pulled open the door.

Daniel grinned as he and his daughter stepped inside. "Hey," he said as Y/N shut the door. "Thanks for doing this." He muttered the last part, trying not to let Olivia hear him.

"It's no problem," she said, walking in front of them and leading them into the living room. "Can I get either of you something to drink?"

As soon as Olivia was in the living room, Milo was on his feet, shouting his name as he ran towards her. The two embraced and Milo pulled her into the middle of the room, where he had a collection of toys already set out. "My Momma said we can watch a movie while we play," he said, sitting on the floor.

As the two began playing, Daniel sat on one of the sofas and Y/N walked in with glasses of water for her guests. "What're we watching, kids?" She asked as she sat on the opposite side of the sofa to Daniel.

"Barbie," Olivia said instantly.

"Momma no! I don't want to watch barbie!" Milo suddenly called.

Y/N opened a streaming service and began scrolling through the kids section. "How about we find something we can all agree on?" She said calmly as she searched for a movie.

They settled on the Lorax. The kids played as Daniel and Y/N watched over them, the film playing in the background.

As they played, Y/N shuffled closer to Daniel. "I wasn't sure what to get for dinner so I got several different pizzas. I hope that's okay."

"That's more than okay," Daniel said as he took off his Red Bull hat. "Olivia doesn't get pizza very often."

"Why's that?" She asked as she looked at him, her body full turned towards him (this didn't go unnoticed by Milo and Olivia).

Daniels fingers drummed against the arm of the sofa. "She might have it at her mums place, but Livvy insists she eats like me when she's at mine so she can be just like her daddy."

Before Y/N could push for more information, Olivia turned around. "Daddy, shut up!" She called.

Suddenly, Daniel levelled her with a look. "Do you want to try that again, little lady?"

She blushed pink and looked down at her socks. "Daddy, could you be quiet so Milo and I can watch the TV?"

It was better, but Olivia still could have been politer. But Daniel let it go. He didn't push, didn't want to embarrass her in front of her friend.

Towards the end of the movie Y/N got up. She stood from the sofa and walked out of the room, leaving them there while she went to the kitchen. With the doors open, she could hear as the kids watched TV and played while she put the pizzas in the oven and set a timer on her phone.

After a short episode of scooby doo, the kids were sat at the kitchen table, two pizzas in front of them. They picked and chose which pizza they wanted, leaving what they didn't. Y/N knew they'd never eat it all, leaving what they didn't want for her and Daniel.

After they had eaten, Milo pulled Olivia out of the kitchen, and up to his bedroom. Poppy that cat had made her way up to his bedroom while they were all downstairs, sleeping on Milo's bed. But, as soon as she heard them running up the stairs, she scarpered, running down the stairs and out of the cat flap.

Full and tired from an afternoon of playing, Milo and Olivia soon found themselves asleep on the floor. Their parents found them when Y/N gave Daniel and tour of their small house. She picked up Milo and placed him in his bed as Daniel scooped up Olivia.

"I guess we should get going," he said, holding her in his arms.

Y/N looked towards her bedroom. She and Daniel hadn't had a proper chance to talk, and she wanted to know more. He was intriguing, incredibly so, and she wasn't ready to say goodbye. Not yet. "Well, you could let her have a nice little sleep in here," she said and pushed open her bedroom door.

Daniel grinned as he walked Olivia into the bedroom. He laid her down onto the bed and laid her down in it, pulling the blankets up to her chin.

Leaving the door open to give her some light, Y/N took Daniel back downstairs. They walked through the kitchen and out into the back garden. The porch light was on as they sat on the swinging chair and faced each other. "Can I ask you something rather personal?" She asked as she gently rocked the chair with her foot.

"Go for it," Daniel replied, Poppy the cat suddenly jumping up between them. She ignored her owner, immediately settling onto Daniels lap, promptly falling asleep.

Y/N sucked in a deep breath. It was something that had been weighing on her mind for the last week, something that Milo had told her when he first met Olivia. "Milo says Olivia doesn't like her mum. Can I ask what that's about?"

The smile dropped from Daniel’s face. He did that a lot, Y/N had begun to realise from the two times she had met him, He shifted in his seat as he scratched at Poppy’s coat. “Olivia doesn’t talk to me about what happens at her mum’s house. But she does talk to my parents. She doesn’t hit her, but she does make her miserable. Olivia gets locked in her room whenever she shows the slightest hint of attitude and her mum’s constant stream of boyfriends piss her off. She said that once, that they piss her off. I’ll let you guess where she learned that.”

Daniel went on, becoming more and more distressed. But Poppy pawing at his leg stopped him. He scratched at her chin and looked at Y/N, letting a smile cross his face. “Anyway,” he said. “My turn with the deep questions.”

He asked the one question Y/N wasn’t keen on answering. Not that she wanted it to be a secret, and she was definitely going to answer him. But after five years it still wasn’t the easiest subject to talk about.

“I was nineteen when I found out I was pregnant with Milo. I told my partner at the time, and he wanted nothing to do with me. I told my parents, and they wanted nothing to do with me. So I took off, moved out here, got a job and gave birth to Milo. It’s been just me and him ever since. His dad knows nothing about him and never will. It’s me and Milo against the world.” She sat up a little straighter. As it got later in the day, the sun began to dip and the air turned ever so slightly colder. “How about you? What happened with you and Olivia’s mother?”

Daniel shrugged his shoulders. He actually shrugged. What kind of response was that? But Y/N said nothing as he began talking. “We were in love, moved too fast. Olivia was born exactly nine months into our relationship, when I was racing in Silverstone-“ A fact Daniel would never forgive himself for, that he missed the birth of his daughter. “-Things had been sour between us since before Olivia was born, but we tried to stay together for her. But we realised she would have been growing up in a shitty environment, so we went our separate ways.”

They continued talking through the night, until Olivia and Milo came running downstairs, now wide away. Milo climbed into his mother’s lap while Olivia grabbed a hold of her father’s arm. “Daddy, can we live here?” She asked, reaching towards Poppy the cat.

Daniel laughed. He went to stand up, moving Poppy from his lap, and scooped Olivia into his arms. “Come on, Badger. Let’s get you home to bed.”

She pouted, laying her head on his shoulder. “Can we come back tomorrow?”

For a minute Daniel looked like he was thinking about it. “We could,” he mused. “Or we could take Y/N and Milo to the park, play on the swings and get some ice cream? How does that sound?”

Both kids cheered.

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[ddejavvu]

Thinking about Hotch and/or Spencer with a BAU!reader who faints often and are just used to catching them when it happens despite others being like ??? when it happens. Kinda like when Hotch literally excused himself before passing out in that one episode

i'll do this with hotch too!! i just picked spence this time bc the dialogue came to me <3

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"-but it's not as hard as you think it is, Reid. Really, you can handle it, and I'll even help you practice before the game, okay?"

"That's not what I'm worried about, Morgan." Spencer only half-lies, feet crossing the threshold into the bullpen, "I'm going with Y/N to a film festival and it starts thirty minutes after the game ends. I won't be able to make it in time."

"We'll get you in and out quick," Morgan pledges, partly honest and partly excited to see Reid on the basketball court, not just hustling from the sidelines, "Come on, please? I'll even throw in-"

"Stop talking." Reid commands, his voice quiet and focused.

"-what? Reid, do you know how many of your rambles I've had to listen to? For once, let me talk."

"No, shut up, I'm serious." Reid's standing at attention like a pointer dog now, staring hard at you, "Stop talking."

Morgan finally realizes it's serious, just in time to watch Spencer bolt for you.

Like clockwork you fall, and Spencer's arms slide beneath your own in time to keep you from hitting the ground. Emily lets out a startled cry, and Hotch rushes over to stand beside you.

“Spencer, are they okay?”

“Yeah,” Spencer nods, holding you up as he settles with his legs crossed. He lowers you to lay in his lap carefully, and when his hands are free, he uses them to tuck your hair away from your face.

“They faint sometimes,” Spencer explains, keeping his hand on your neck to check your pulse point, “It’s an iron issue, they probably just didn’t eat well today. They’ll be okay, they’ll wake up soon.”

There’s a few seconds of tense silence where everyone wants to believe Reid’s promise, but no one really does. Then your chest rises with a hearty inhale, and your eyes flutter open, blowing wide in concern.

“Hey,” Spencer murmurs, face hovering above your panic-stricken one, “You’re okay. You fell, I caught you.”

“I’m gonna go get you a sandwich,” Derek decides, only comfortable leaving now that your eyes have reopened.

"And- and I'll get water!" Garcia rushes to join him, "We'll be back ASAP, sweetness!"

Her heels click on the floor as she speedwalks, and the rhythm helps you orient yourself. You struggle to sit upright, and your head swims as you do, but Spencer lets you lean back against his chest, keeping his arms around your torso so that you don't tip forward.

"Y/L/N, you're excused for the day," Hotch waves his hand, as if clearing your schedule, "Reid, take them back to their apartment. Wait for Morgan and Garcia, they can eat in the car."

"Okay," Spencer agrees, keeping your cheek pressed to his own, "That sound okay, angel? Think you can walk?"

"Yeah," You nod, voice raspy, "Yeah, I can walk. But- will you help?"

"Of course," Spencer croons, and now that everyone has dispersed again to their own tasks, he cranes his neck out to nuzzle his nose against yours.

"I've got you," He promises, pecking your cheek, "You're safe with me, angel."

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[midnight-hotel]

Missing (Alastor x Reader)

My first fic in 4+ years, please go easy on me. This story occurs during and after the final episode of season one. Enjoy and feel free to give feedback!

Coughs racked your body as you struggled to take in a breath of dust polluted air. Pain shot through your undoubtedly broken ribs and back with every cough, blood splattering across your bottom lip and tongue, amplifying the smell of iron in the air. Wrapping an arm around yourself, you stared up at the executioner who was quickly approaching with their broken spear. 

‘Shit- I might actually die here…’ 

They lunged, ready to plunge their holy weapon through your skull. You tried, with all your might, to push off the wall and away from death’s path, failing to notice that it wouldn’t have come to begin with. The next time you looked back at the angel, they were on the ground, covered in their alarmingly golden blood, several holes littering their body. 

Looking around, alarmed, you realised that you had been saved, but by who? Your eyes briefly met with Angel Dust’s, and in that moment, you knew your saviour. With no time to show your gratitude, you spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground and stood, grabbing the angel’s broken weapon to take as your own. If Alastor’s shield could fail, then there was no way you could take a moment to stop and breathe, everyone needed you to keep fighting, as much as you needed them to as well. You could only hope they were all okay. 

It seemed like there was no end to the onslaught of angels. They just kept coming out of that damned doorway into heaven. You were growing tired, injuries burning and only getting worse, but stopping now would only lead to your death and possibly the death of others. Stabbing another Angel through the chest, you kicked their body away, stealing their intact spear to replace the broken one you had left in the corpse. That’s when you heard more commotion from behind and then an irritatingly familiar voice. Turning, you understood why everything had kicked up a gear.

Adam was still alive? But that could only mean…

“Alastor!” His name tore up your throat as you quickly looked up towards the roof of the hotel. Shit- he couldn’t be… but would he have really allowed Adam to get away and rejoin the fight? 

Dropping the spear in your hands, you ran for the hotel, barging in through the doors and rushing up the stairs. You needed to get to him. He couldn’t be dead. 

Third floor.

The whole building began to shake as you reached the third floor. Looking down the stairwell, just barely able to see through the dust, you could make out Dazzle and… was that Vaggie? You contemplated jumping down to help- Dazzle was clearly not about to get up but… you needed to get to Alastor. Vaggie would be fine. So, you continued running up the stairs- cursing yourself for not being in better shape.

Sixth Floor.

The building shook again. ‘Shit- I don’t know if I’m going to make it up there.’ It sounded like the fight had made it to the top of the hotel already. Based on the rubble constantly falling overhead and how the place was quickly falling apart.

Seventh Floor. 

There was a bright light- a flash really- and you think you heard screaming? Fuck it, there had been non stop screaming for the past hour, what was one more? Your vision had hardly cleared from the flashbang when the whole building started to come down. Dropping to the ground, you tucked yourself into a corner, hoping that there was enough structural strength in that section of the building to prevent you from being crushed. The last thing you could recall was the feeling of something falling on top.

Who knows how much time had passed before you were being pulled from the rubble. There was too much going on- too many people talking at once, too many people hovering… you reached out, swatting away the faces that were too close. 

“Alastor… where’s Alastor?” you croaked, trying to push yourself up into a seated position. Your beaten body screamed at you- begging for you to just lay there and rest, but you needed to know if he was okay- needed to know where he was. 

Multiple hands helped you up, but you took no notice of who it was. From who you could see, the makeshift army hadn’t lost too many numbers but everyone was about as fucked up as you were. 

“We… don’t know…” You turned your head to Charlie who looked as if she had been crying. Of course she had… out of everyone, losing anyone would have hit her the hardest. Your heart sank. No one had seen him? Looking around at the others- even Husk shook his head, almost looking worried, before he spoke up. 

“He’s not dead. Not yet anyway. That asshole’s probably hiding away somewhere, butt hurt that he lost to an angel,” he grunted out, subconsciously bringing a hand to his throat. Of course Husk would know if Alastor was gone… he’s bound to him after all. 

“He could be buried under there though- we need to search. He could be dying in there,” You tried to argue, standing only to stumble back into what used to be the hotel. 

Angel Dust grabbed you by the wrist to stop you, pulling you back. “Easy there Doll Face. We’ll find him or he’ll show up. You’re in no state to go digging through what’s left right now.”

It wasn’t fair. How could everyone walk away from the disaster that was once their home while there were still people missing?

That was three weeks ago. As you laid in bed, in a room provided by Lucifer himself to those who had nowhere else to go, you stared up at the ceiling, thinking the last few weeks over. Everyone’s injuries had been healing pretty well, though yours were a tad worse since you had the building come down on top of you. There was a lot of talk about rebuilding the hotel. Plans had been drawn up and Charlie and Lucifer had teamed up to clear the rubble from the original hotel so that everyone could start building fresh when the time was right. 

There was also a lot of talk on what to do about the lost lives. Memorials were being planned out, names of the fallen cannibals taken down in order to properly remember those who sacrificed themselves for the cause, a painting for Pentious and even a statue of some kind. You hadn’t really been listening to that part. You hadn’t listened to much at all really, either constantly lost in thought or bed bound by your injuries. You were getting pretty sick of not being present, physically and mentally.

As you closed your eyes to sleep, something inside the room moved. Eyes snapping back open, you quickly looked to where you saw the movement, just barely catching the tail end of a shadow disappearing from outside your door. Climbing out of bed, you pulled a robe over your bandaged body and quickly exited the room, looking around for whatever it was that you had just seen. There was no one in sight. All the other occupied rooms in the hallway had their doors closed and lights off, so you doubted it was one of them. Right as you were about to head back into the room, you saw it again, rushing around a corner.

Quickly you ran after it, hoping that by the time you reached the corner, it wouldn’t have disappeared. Injuries, mostly healed but still tender, began to ache from the sudden strain as you tried to keep up with the shadow that passed through another door. 

Before you could open it and continue your pursuit, you had to stop and catch your breath. Healing ribs ached and your once punctured lung protested with every deep breath taken. Sucking in one more deep breath, you pushed yourself to open the door, leading out into the courtyard. Pretty big place for just one person to be living in most of the time, but this is the home of the king of hell himself, so you supposed it was fitting.

Subconsciously holding your ribs, you looked around for the shadowy figure again, but in the dark, there was no way you would be able to see it so easily. Without really realising it, you had walked further into the courtyard, admiring the garden in the small amount of light that was available. ‘Lots of roses… surprised there isn’t an apple tree or something.’

“They are quite beautiful aren’t they?” A voice suddenly spoke up, making you jump. Whipping around, wincing as your bruises and stitches stretched, you eyed off the culprit.

“Of course, I much prefer Nerium over roses.”

“Alastor…” Standing before you was the man who had made this last week a living hell. Did he not realise how much sleep you had lost, not knowing if he was okay? How worried you had been? 

“Only because they’re toxic you freak…” you retorted softly, not even sure if he had heard it as you slowly approached him.

“I had a feeling it was your shadow I had seen… You’re the only sonofabitch I know who can do that.”

Stopping just short of the man, you stared up at him with tired eyes. He looked down at you, that stupid grin on his face, like it always was. 

“Now Darling, must you use such language during our happy reunion? Aren’t you happy to see me?” He mocked, before you weakly punched him in the chest.

You hadn’t even realised it but you had started crying sometime after seeing him standing there. “You asshole… Don’t you know how fucking worried I was about you? Where have you been?” You hit him again, hardly bothering him by the looks of it, as he hardly flinched with every hit. He was a lot stronger than you were… but you supposed you didn’t really want to hurt him.

“Why couldn’t you have at least told us you were okay? Why didn’t you show yourself? I was scared you were dying under the hotel or something- after losing Pentious- I don’t know what we would have done if we found you dead as well.”

A hand dropped onto the top of your head, silencing you and you stopped hitting him, dropping your arms and instead, falling forward to rest your head on his chest.

“I apologise for causing you such grief my dear. I must be honest, I had some loose ends I needed to tie off before I could return. If I had been able to inform you of my whereabouts, I would have,” Alastor remarked, a familiar, almost comforting radio static coating every word. 

“Everything is okay now though isn’t it? We’re all alive and we can start rebuilding the hotel much faster now that I’m back! Though I must say, I am honoured that you care so much!”

You shut your eyes, concentrating on the hand that was gently petting your head before pulling back. “You’re a liar. You got hurt. You can fool everyone else as much as you want Al… but you can’t fool me that easily. I’ve known you far too long for that. You got hurt and you should have come to me. Hell, I was coming after you- to help you and I got crushed because of it!” You didn’t mean to raise your voice, or blame him for the building falling on top of you, it just happened. You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand and watched as his gaze softened a little while his smile remained. 

“You said it yourself (Y/N), you’ve known me too long, to think I didn’t get away. But, if it’s all the same, I apologise. I truly never meant to frighten you.” Alastor cupped your cheek, gently guiding you to meet his red gaze. “I promise, from now on, I will assure you I am okay before running anymore of my long term errands. Okay?”

Anyone could tell he was still hiding things from you, but what more could you do? You knew him well, but you didn’t think anyone truly knew what was going on inside of Alastors mind other than Alastor himself. 

“Okay…”

“Wonderful Darling. Come now, I do believe we should be getting you back to bed. Those wounds aren’t going to finish healing if you keep running around like a headless chicken.” Spinning you around, he set a hand onto your lower back and started heading you back to your room so that you could get some rest. Typical Alastor… always quick to disturb and dismiss… but at least he was okay. You felt like, as long as he was okay, maybe you could be okay as well.

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[yelenasdiary]

WandaNat yelling at each other over their last mission and reader having a ptsd episode (sudden loud noises, combat or abusive ex?)? Maybe reader goes black out for a few hours and wakes up in the forest outside the compound and WandaNat are trying to find her? Super angst to fluff? If thats okay 🤧

Notice Me

Pairing: WandaNat x Fem! Reader

Summary: When your girlfriends get into a heated argument, it triggers an episode for you, leaving the women to find you alone in the woods by the compound. 

Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, Mentions of an Abusive Ex, Hints of Domestic Violence, | 1.3K

Translations: Detka (baby),

AC: Thank you for sending this, I hope I did okay! Please don’t read this if you’re uncomfortable with the mentioned topics. Enjoy! x

The back-and-forth yelling coming from the hall only seemed to get louder as your girlfriends, Wanda, and Natasha, had just returned from a mission. You were reading a book, completely relaxed, and enjoying the quietness to read when you heard the familiar voices. Wanda opened the door to the shared bedroom, Natasha following close behind her. You looked up from your book and smiled softly at the women, but they didn't seem to have even noticed you laying on the bed in one of Nat's sweaters. 

"What should I have done huh?" Wanda snapped, throwing her coat over the office chair by the desk. 

"Oh, I don't know, maybe wait for your team?!" Natasha argued, "Wands, you have powers that others don't have but that doesn't mean you get to put yourself in a life-or-death situation!" The red head added. Wanda rolled her eyes, "do you really want to talk about life-or-death situations? Because you seem to throw yourself into the line of fire at the first chance you get!" Wanda rose her voice. 

"I'm trained to do so!" Natasha argued back, tossing her bag to the floor. The loud thud of her bag hitting the floor made you jump; she didn't care for her weapons that were inside. 

"Guys" you tried to interrupt before things escalated but it was too late. Wanda's eyes flashed with red chaos before she used her magic to slam the door closed, another loud thud that only drew you closer to an episode. "Guys, please!" You begged over their yelling voices but still, it was like you weren't even there.

The arguing continued until eventually, you couldn't take it anymore. Their tones got stronger, the slamming of things down got louder until everything went black as you left the room. 

----

"Wands, have you seen Y/n?" Nat asked when Wanda came out of the bathroom in her comfortable clothing and her hair wrapped in a towel. Wanda shook her head, "I haven't seen her, not even when we got back but then again th-"

"Please don't start now" Natasha sighed, "Nobody has seen Y/n since lunch when she said she was going to come here and wait for us" she added, her tone of voice full of worry. Wanda looked to the bed and saw your opened book on the bed and your empty plate from lunch on the bedside table. She used her magic to take her back to the argument she had hours before with Natasha, "oh god" she spoke under her breath. 

"What?" Natasha asked, "what is it?" 

"We're selfish idiots, that's what! Get your coat, we have to find her" she replied.

Natasha grabbed her coat and met Wanda downstairs. Wanda could see the amount of worry and concern on Natasha's face, she took a moment to give her partner some comfort. "Nat, we'll find her and it'll be okay" she assures the widow but all this is a little too close to home for Nat. 

"I can't lose her" Natasha broke.

"I know darling, we'll find her" Wanda wiped the rolling tear that Natasha had let go.

Wanda asked some of the others to join the search to find you, you didn't take your phone and Natasha noticed you left without your shoes on. Wanda tried her best to use her magic to find you, but something was blocking your mind from allowing her to do so. 

Everybody broke up into small groups of two. Tony and Bruce started by car, driving around the surrounding neighborhood and closest stores. Steve and Thor searched the compound and surrounding areas while Natasha and Wanda searched the woods close by. It was only getting darker by the minute; the cold air began to get cold which only made every bodies worry and concern for your well-being even stronger. 

"Wands! Over here" Natasha called out when she noticed footprints in the softened dirt. Wanda rushed to Nat's side, "this way, come on" Nat added. The two called out your name over and over as they walked deeper and deeper into the darkness of the woods. 

"Nat, maybe we call Steve and get him to fly the jet over" Wanda suggested but Natasha shook her head, "the loudness will only make things worse" she reminded Wanda. 

As the two tried their best to keep track of your footprints in the dirty, they heard the loud crunches of leaves up ahead. Natasha signaled to Wanda to pause their movements in-case it was a wild animal but instead, it was you. Stumbling out of the trees only for Natasha to catch you in her arms as you fell. 

"Y/n! are you okay?" Natasha asked, brushing your hair from your face. Wanda rushed quickly to your side as Nat handed you to her before taking off her coat and instantly covering you in it to warm you up. "E-everything….it….y-ou" you stuttered, "shh, it's okay darling. You're safe now" Wanda pulled you closer to her, placing a kiss on the top of your head as your sobs became clear. 

Wanda used her powers to levitate you back to the compound, not wanting to keep you out in the cold any longer. When Natasha got to your shared room, the two of them forgot about their argument and ran you a warm bath, they bathed you and helped you into your favorite pjs because making sure you were comfortable in bed. 

"Detka, what happened?" Natasha asked in a soft tone. You looked over at her, your eyes filled with tears and mind filled with worry that you might have angered your girlfriends. "It's okay love, you talk to us" Wanda chipped in. 

You took a moment to gather your feelings before you spoke, "You guys didn't even notice I was in here, you both came in yelling and slamming doors and when I tried to get between it, you both just didn't seem to notice me. I hid under the covers to try and drown out the yelling but some of the things you both said to one another just triggered me…" you explained with a pause, "everything just went back after Wanda said 'you know better' in that tone you had" you added, looking over at Wanda. 

Natasha took you into her arms, "I'm so sorry detka, we promise never to let this happen again" she spoke, her hand rubbing up and down on your back. Wanda couldn't shake the terror in your eyes when she held you in the woods, she was quickly reminded of the fear you once had with your ex whom the women saved you from, she never, ever wanted to make you feel like that again. 

"How about I fix us some hot coco and we watch whatever movie you like?" Wanda suggested, wanting to light the mood and help you forget about this afternoon. You looked up at Wanda and nodded, "can I please have double whipped cream?" You asked. Both of your girlfriends chuckled at your request, "is that even a question?" Wanda smiled before leaning over and pecking a soft kiss on your cheek, "anything you want darling" she whispered. 

When Wanda came back with the three mugs of hot coco, the three of you curled up in bed and watched your favorite movie of all time. You were in the middle, Natasha to your left and Wanda to your right, both of them resting their heads on your shoulder. It wasn't long until you started to feel okay once again and the fear from their argument faded away as you drifted off to sleep before the end credits rolled on the screen. Wanda tucked you in and placed a kiss on your forehead before Natasha did the same. 

"Date night tomorrow? I think we could with some time away from work" Wanda whispered, "I couldn't agree more!" Natasha smiled before the two shared a kiss.

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[h4m1lt0ns]

HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode fourteen :: HEAR ME OUT.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴various, lewis hamilton x y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔girl you will not believe who texted y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔ wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕ excessive cussing, none.

y/n: i’m sorry who is this?

xxx-xxx: it’s kelly

y/n: ?

y/n: kelly piquet?

xxx-xxx: unfortunately

xxx-xxx: its an emergency.

xxx-xxx: and girl to girl, we NEED to talk.

y/n: OH?

xxx-xxx: i need to see you.

xxx-xxx: will u be at the qatar gp?

y/n: yes!! we can talk there, but is it urgent?

xxx-xxx: i know what you’ve seen from me gives u every reason under the sun to not even want to breath the same air as me but this is for your safety.

y/n: i got you.

y/n: see you tomorrow.

☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

y/n: if you’re available for gossip irl raise ur hand

angel carmen: no bc what where you doing with that demon i thought you knew better

princess george: explain pls 😐

chal eclair: hurry up and explain bae, alex is spamming me and she’s fuming 😍

y/n: she’s spamming me too 😭

wifey lily: the girls gc is going OFFFFF

girlfriend kika: for good fucking reason

girlfriend kika: fucking explain yourself y/n

PIERRE GASLYYYY: kika’s so mad i think she might explode 😭

alabono: lily too 😭

chili!: well good thing none of them are here bc y/n would gotten assaulted

angel carmen: yeah

babygirl alex: exactly

girlfriend kika: what carlos said

wifey lily: hm.

y/n: 😟

y/n: meeting in george’s drivers room?

my baby lando: on my way !!!!

chal eclair: we all are

︴# ⸝⸝ : ★ real life ¡ ⌕ ⸝⸝ ﹒ ﹕

“everyone here?” y/n asks as everyone tried to cram in between two chairs and a sofa. “yep” carlos squeaks with charles and lando on top of him on a lazy chair, “yeah, mate” george says, him, alex, and pierre on the sofa while daniel and yuki shared the second chair.

“girls?” y/n looks at her laptop. kika, carmen, alexandra and lily were on a zoom call. “all here” kika gave a thumbs up as y/n sat in the middle of the floor. “girl.” y/n says, “oh, this is gonna be good” lando giggles, “so kelly originally texted me the day champagne, sex and anxiety dropped and i didn’t recognise the number” y/n began.

“i thought she was someone else because the number was unknown but then she was like ‘girl to girl we need to talk’, so i was a bit like, oh?, y’know?” y/n says as she passes her phone to the boys so they can read the messages.

“and when we met earlier, she was like-”

“sorry, did i miss anything?” lewis rushed into the room, seemingly a bit out of breath. “no, it was just about to begin” carmen’s slightly distorted voice says. lewis not so subtly checks y/n out, licking his lips, pierre and daniel give each other a knowing look with charles and lando give y/n a little smirk and she mouths ‘shut up’.

“is that a chair?” george chuckles, lewis placed a chair he had brought with him next to the sofa and shrugged, “well, i knew there wouldn’t be space here” lewis said as he set the chair down. he was about to sit when he notice y/n was on the floor, “wait, you come sit on it” lewis tells y/n.

“no, no, it’s okay” y/n smiles, “doll, i don’t want you sitting on the floor, it’s cold” lewis shakes his head. the rest of the drivers all quietly giggle and nudge each other as the girls text each other something about how lewis was calling you ‘doll’ in front of everyone.

“well it’s here if you need it” lewis says as he sits on the chair.

“guys, hold on, so, what did kelly say?” alex asks.

“yeah, she was like ‘i got your number from max’ phone, sorry to contact you on your personal number, blah blah blah, how was your day?’ all that, but that doesn’t matter” y/n continued, “bro, she’s breaking up with max”

charles gasps, “no, she’s not!”

“did he cheat on her too?” george asks

“here we go again” yuki chuckles.

so many questions were being asked all at once, “boys, shut up so we can understand!” kika exclaimed and the boys quickly settled down again. “they’re breaking up because of me” y/n added and the noise began once more.

“she better not be blaming that on you” lando rolled his eyes.

“what do you mean because of you? you didn’t do anything” carlos frowned.

“i just know he cheated on her” yuki laughs.

“oh my god, all of you shut up!” lily exclaims.

“no, no, wait, max has been, allegedly, loosing his mind. kelly said that ever since they announced their relationship, hes been obsessing over me. to an almost dangerous level” y/n begins again. “define obsessing” george says.

“kelly said that when heartbreak syndrome came out, he was hyper fixated on the songs. he would analyse each song, line by line to figure out which line are about him.” y/n explain. yuki’s eyes widened while charles, lewis and lando physically recoiled. “he also tried to send me a cease and desist because some of the songs were ‘too specific’” she added.

“and also-”

“no, hold on, can we talk about this? because my body had a visceral reaction” lando interrupted with a dramatic hand on his chest. “yeah, that’s a bit much” lewis nodded, pierre muttered something into his hands while carlos looked just befuddled.

“wait, y/n, there’s more? you said also?” carmen frowned. “yeah, so, remember when kelly used to copy me on social media, girl, hold on” y/n got up and began pacing around the room, “apparently, max was forcing her to copy me so she looked like the crazy obsessed one” y/n said, “shut up, no he did not!” pierre said, “girl, yes he did! because he was stalking my accounts with her account” she added.

“what the fuck?” carlos asked and daniel had a frightened look on his face. everyone in the room had shocked looks on their face as they stared at each other. all those months of what seemed like kelly copying and shading y/n was all of max’s doing. “she also said that when i signed with mercedes, he like, lost it.”

“lost it? or lost it?” kika asked, “lost it.” y/n answered. “he was up there breaking things, screaming, crying, just loosing his mind” y/n explained. “heh, he just like me for real” lando chuckled, then everyone glared at him. “i’m so funny” he added.

“did she mention the billboards thing?” daniel asked. y/n nodded as she stood next to lewis, placing a hand over his shoulder. lewis, almost subconsciously, wrapped his arm around y/n’s waist. charles and george smirked at y/n and she gave them a look that said ‘I will throw my shoe at you’. “kelly overheard max literally orchestrating the whole thing on a phone call with the red bull employees, and not only were they going to burn billboards, they wanted to burn the merch stands and my signing booth.”

“okay, what the fuck?” carlos asks again as the girls gasp. “oh? oh, he was serious serious” charles says as he half covered his mouth in shock. “what do you mean the signing booth? you could’ve gotten hurt.” lewis tightened his grip on y/n, as he says with a frown making daniel and alex nod in agreement. “yeah! that could’ve gone really fucking bad” yuki crosses his arms over his chest.

“I wanna say something crazy” y/n began.

“yeah, let’s not…” carmen said, “let’s use our critical thinking, maybe, just maybe, we shouldn’t do crazy things!” alexandra sarcastically giggled, “max was doing crazy things and look where that got him” she added. “depends on what the crazy something is” daniel said, “hey! don’t enable her!” kika scolded him making him raise his hands, “i’m just saying that if-”

“I want to talk to max.” y/n said, and everyone went quiet.

“what?” alex, george and carlos asked in unison, looking confused. “really?” charles asked as him, lando and pierre looked grossed out. “woooooow” yuki deadpanned, him and daniel were visibly upset. alexandra and carmen sighed in disappointment and lewis.. looked angry.

“you’re not seeing him” lewis said.

“but–”

“no you-” lewis inhaled deeply before continuing, “doll, he could’ve hurt you. you heard what his girlfriend said.” he said as he stroked her waist. charles and lando smirked at her, “what did I just say?! critical thinking skills!” alexandra frowned.

“y/n, babe, i don’t have the patience.” lily said with a huge fake smile, y/n put her hands up defensively; “but i have a plan, okay, here me out.” she says.

“okay, let her cook-” lando began, only to be swiftly cut off by george, “no! she’s done cooking for today. banned from the kitchen.”

“guys, oh my god, please.” y/n whined, “i just wanna ask him about some things!” she added. yuki sat up, “i’ve been saying, let me speak to him for months but no one is letting me near him.” he crossed his arms over his chest. “you’re gonna stab him, bro, no!” pierre half chuckled, “…fair.” yuki grumbled.

“there is nothing, nothing, that you and that sloth can talk about.” carlos began, “not a single thing.” he added. “but!” lando clapped, “okay.. devil’s advocate-”

“shut the fuck up.” the girls cut him off, and he placed the dramatic hand back on his chest.

“y/n” lewis said with a soft smile as he pulled her on his lap. george and alex elbowed each other while charles, lando and carlos tried their best (worst) to keep their giggles down, and yuki and pierre took photos to send to kika later.

y/n’s heart beat a bit faster and she founded herself at a loss for words, “you’re not safe around him. if there’s something you want to ask him, ask his girlfriend to communicate it to him. there’s no reason for you to break no contact after all he did. he’s disrespected you and your name in public, has stalked you, damaged private property with your face on it, do i need to keep going?” lewis asked.

y/n shook her head, “n-no, you d-don’t” she quietly answered.

“so what are you gonna do?” lewis asked, “not talk to max… privately.” she answered, he was nodding along, then he stopped. “you… what?”

“y/n, i will leap through this screen and stab you” alexandra threatened. “can we hear her out?” lando asked, “no!” the girls jumped at him again, the dramatic hand returned for a third time, “you’re just gonna let them yell at me like that?” he whined

“maybe you should hear me out!” y/n said, and there was a loud, collective of disappointment and annoyance. “and, yes, they’re your aunts, im your mother.” she answered lando.

“listen, next grand prix, all of you can be there, i just wanna ask him about the bullshit that he’s been doing.” she explained.

everyone looked at each other then at y/n, “really?” charles asked, “please?” y/n begged. “i’m in! sounds messy” lando giggled. kika chuckled, “no wonder you’re a PR nightmare.”

#☆ — ¡h4m1lt0ns!˚⁎⁺˳ . #heartbreak syndrome #f1 x y/n #f1 fanfiction #f1 smau #f1 x reader #f1 x you #lewis hamilton x reader #carlos sainz x reader #charles leclerc x reader #lando norris x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #george russell x reader #yuki tsunoda x reader #pierre gasly x reader

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Calling On You

Wanda Maximoff × Natasha Romanoff x fem!Avenger!reader

Summary: When your ex Natasha calls up needing your help, you come to her rescue like you always have.

Word count: 3.8K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, anxiety/panic attacks, hurt and comfort, thigh riding, N calls R Mistress, R fingers N

A/N: I love this little piece. Also should mention this is hurt/comfort and smutty with a happy ending!

“Hey I know we haven't talked since we broke up, but I'm having a breakdown and I didn't know who else to call…” Nat talked into the phone, the answering machine. “I-” Nat was cut off by the answering machine beeping as she hung up, “I need you…” 

Nat wasn't okay when her head got like this. When everything was quiet except for her thoughts that were overwhelmingly loud about how terrible she was for everything she had done over the years. All the red in her ledger was overwhelming. Natasha Romanoff is not a good person no matter how many good things she had done.

Natasha too wrapped up in her overwhelming thoughts didn't hear you come in as you ran up to her, dropping your bag and cupping the former assassin's cheeks. 

Clearly in the middle of a major depressive episode, her eyes searching yours trying to figure out if you were in fact real.

“...you came…” Natasha whispered.

“You called.” It was a simple response, but one that resonated with Natasha as you pulled back slightly, opening up your arms for her to come crashing into. “I've got you Tasha. I'm not going to let anyone or anything hurt you, including yourself.” Natasha started crying, heaving sobs as she tried to breath properly. “Shhhh it's okay. I'm here. Can you tell me 5 things you can see?” Natasha still sobbing looked around.

“My bookshelf, my TV, your bag, my peanut butter sandwich, you.”

“4 things you can touch?”

“The floor, my shirt, the curtains, you.”

“3 things you can hear?”

“The cars outside, the neighbors TV, your breathing.”

“Two things you can smell?”

“My peanut butter sandwich, your perfume.” Natasha was nervous. The last one you were about to ask Natasha had only ever had one response and you could tell she wasn't sure if it would be okay now.

“One thing you can taste?” Natasha let her eyes flick between your eyes and your lips. You cupped her cheek letting your thumb pad rub her cheek.

“Y-you?” Natasha questioned, but to you it wasn't; it never would be. You leaned in and kissed your ex softly, your strawberry lip gloss getting transferred onto her own dry and cracked lips. You pulled away, leaning your forehead against Natasha's.

“Feel better?” You ask and Tasha nods. “Good now I know exactly what you need.” You stood up, helping Natasha up and putting her back in front of her peanut butter sandwich. “Eat please. I'm going to get everything together.” You kissed her temple before disappearing into the other room. 

Tasha did as told and ate. She heard you shuffling around and then the scent hit her, popcorn, a smile spread on her face. Suddenly she knew what you were doing, a movie night.

The two of you were on the couch watching spy movies, Natasha’s favorites as she recited them word for word during her favorite parts which you always loved to hear. A smile on your lips as you watched her intently. Natasha knew you were watching her, of course she did. She's a trained assassin and spy, but having your eyes on her was always her favorite.

You don’t remember when it happened exactly, but Natasha was now laying on top of you with a blanket covering the two of you on her couch. John Wick forgotten in the background as your eyes closed along with her, running your fingers through her red and blonde locks. 

When the two of you broke up her hair was short and dyed blonde for a new identity she had taken on. One you couldn’t be a part of, that was now two years ago. 

Natasha never decided to cut or re-dye the blonde, but if you were being honest this was one of your favorite looks that the spy has pulled off. 

Natasha ends up falling asleep on you and slowly you move until she’s grumbling, straddling your lap as you smile, “Shhhh milaya devushka.” (sweet girl) you coo as she settles into your body, fitting perfectly like she always did, face buried in your neck. You hook your arms under her thighs, picking her up easily thanks to your super-human strength. 

Flashback

The first time you picked up Natasha she was surprised because you're smaller than her, much smaller. It was something that took her off guard when in the middle of a mission and you guys were ambushed, bullets flying you rushed to her side when one pierced her, picking her up without a second thought, holding her bridal style and yelling over the coms, “Natasha’s been hit, I’m getting her to safety!” Steve gave a quick reply that he could handle things.

You hadn’t been with the group long at that point and at that point besides Fury and Tony no one knew the full extent of your powers. You had told the group of having a stockpile power. The more you got hit the more you could dish back out, but you also had super strength, a speed boost, and super durability along with advanced healing.

“H-how are you doing this!?” Natasha asked as you ran quickly, dodging bullets and knocking out enemies along the way. 

“I have super strength, speed, durability, and healing. Can we discuss this after I’ve gotten you to a safe place?” You ask, getting her in the passenger seat of a car, getting yourself into the driver's seat and peeling off. 

“Fury. Agent Romanoff has been hit. En route to S.H.I.E.L.D’s hospital.” 

“Is Cap and Falcon holding it down?”

“Yes Sir.” 

“Update me in an hour.” 

You did just that as you sat next to Natasha, they pulled the bullet out and stitched her up. “Tasha, you have to be more careful...” you spoke somberly.

“I do what needs to get done for the mission.” She replies.

“Don’t do that with me Tasha. Don’t go cold.”

“You know I’m not trying to be cold, but this is who I am. On missions I only think about that.” Natasha defends herself.

“Tasha...I love you so can you at least try?” The words catch her off guard so much so that she can’t even form words. You put your hand behind her neck leaning your foreheads together. “Please for me Tasha.” you whisper. 

“O-okay...” You let your lips brush hers, waiting for her to reciprocate and when she does you melt into the kiss, into her.

End Flashback

You watched Natasha for a few moments, breathing evened out, lips slightly parted. Your attention is pulled away as your phone vibrates in your pocket, it's your girlfriend. You slip back out to the living room trying not to disturb her, but Natasha is a light sleeper. 

"Hey, Wands. Sorry I rushed out the door earlier," You apologized, trying to keep your voice low.

"Where did you run off to?" Wanda inquired, her concern evident in her tone.

"Tasha called me," You admitted, knowing that honesty was the foundation of your relationship.

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Wanda spoke again. "She hasn't called you since you two broke up. What happened?"

You sighed, explaining the situation to Wanda. "She was having a really bad night. She needed some grounding."

"Will you be coming home tonight?" Wanda asked, her concern shifting to the practicalities of our shared life.

"I don't think so," You replied honestly.

It was quiet for a moment before you decided to be completely transparent. "Wands, I'm going to be honest with you. Natasha and I kissed. It was always a part of grounding her back, and you should know that because I'd never lie to you."

Wanda absorbed the information, and after a thoughtful pause, she asked, "Do you think anything else is going to happen?"

"I don't think so. She's sleeping now. We just had a movie night, watched her spy movies, a little bit of cuddling, but she was tired from her panic attack," you explained.

"Well, if anything does, you have permission," Wanda granted, her trust in our relationship evident.

"You're so cute, Wands. I know you'd want to be here for that," you teased, feeling the warmth of your connection even through the phone.

"S-shut up, Y/N/N. Just enjoy the rest of your night. I'm gonna see what Carol and Val are up to tonight," Wanda chuckled.

"Okay, pretty girl. You have fun too, okay?" You told her.

"Of course. Whatever I end up doing is going to be fun. I love you, Detka," Wanda declared affectionately.

"I love you too, querida,(dear)" you replied before hanging up. 

With a Gatorade in hand, you made your way back to Natasha's room, choosing an old shirt of hers from the closet. The shirt was large on you, but you loved the comfort it brought. Opting to go without pants, you crawled into bed, wrapping your arms around Natasha.

She stirred, her eyes meeting your own in the dim light. "I thought you were asleep, meu amor," you whispered, pushing some hair out of her face and cupping her cheek.

You saw a shiver run through her, and a smile played on your lips as you settled in for the night, grateful for the warmth and connection that surrounded the two of you.

"You're still here..." Tasha whispered, barely audible. 

"Yeah, of course. Wanda called because of how quickly I left the house earlier. She's going to go have some fun with Carol and Val," you explained softly, brushing a strand of hair away from Natasha's face.

Her emerald eyes searched yours, a hint of vulnerability lurking behind their depths. "What about you?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you tightened your hold around her, drawing her closer to you. "I am going to stay right here," you replied, your voice low and reassuring. "And take care of you. Whatever that entails."

You felt her body relax against your own, her warmth seeping into your skin as she nestled closer. But you needed to hear it from her, to know that she wanted this as much as you did.

"So tell me, using those big girl words of yours, what is it you want out of this?" You asked, your voice deepening with desire. You knew the effect your voice had on her. It was a connection that transcended any physical touch, an enchantment that bound the two of you together in a dance of desire and longing.

"What can we do?" Natasha ask. A mischievous grin played on your lips as I watched Natasha's reaction, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at your teasing words.

"Anything, sweetie," You reiterated, your voice low and suggestive. "When I say Wanda's going out with them, I mean it in the dirtiest way that little brain of yours can imagine. Go on, imagine it. I love thinking about it."

You leaned in closer, your breath brushing against her skin as you whispered into her ear, relishing in the way her body squirmed against yours in response to your words. The anticipation crackled between the two of you, igniting a fire that burned with desire and longing.

Natasha's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and arousal, her mind undoubtedly conjuring up all sorts of illicit fantasies. And as her blush deepened and her breath quickened, you knew that whatever you two decided to do next would be nothing short of exhilarating.

"You wanna know something?" You continued, relishing in the way her body responded to your touch. She nodded eagerly, her lips still caught between her teeth.

"There have been times where Wanda's gone off with Carol and them fucking?" You murmured, watching her reaction with a predatory gleam in your eyes. "It's like two universes clashing, their powers coming undone from each other. It's such a beautiful sight. Val and I love watching them collide like two stars."

As you spoke, Natasha's hips began to move against your leg, seeking friction and release. You smirked, feeling a surge of arousal coursing through you as you continued to explore her body with your hands, each touch reigniting the passion that had always simmered between you two.

"That's a good girl," you whispered, encouraging her to let her fantasies run wild. "Keep thinking about it."

With a hunger that bordered on desperation, you surrendered to the heat of the moment, losing yourself in the sensation of her body against your own. It felt as though no time had passed since you last shared this intimacy, your connection burning brighter than ever before. And as your desires collided like celestial bodies in the night sky, you knew that this moment would be etched into your memory forever.

The intoxicating sounds of pleasure that escaped Natasha's lips only fueled your desire further, igniting a primal hunger within you that demanded to be sated. The knowledge that you had the infamous Black Widow submitting to you, surrendering herself completely, filled you with a sense of power unlike anything else.

With a firm grip on her hip, you let your nails dig into her skin, relishing in the way she responded with a soft mewl of pleasure. "Keep moving your hips, baby," you encouraged, guiding her movements against your leg. "Just like that. I can feel you all over me. Is that from thinking about Wanda and Carol?" you teased, your smirk evident in your voice.

Natasha's breath hitched as she struggled to form a coherent response, her body moving against yours in a rhythm that spoke volumes. But you wouldn't let her off that easily.

"That's not a proper response, sweetie," you chided lightly, your grip on her hip tightening slightly. "What's my name?"

Her hesitation was palpable, but her body continued to move against yours until you intervened, halting her movements with a firm grip. "Answer me," you demanded, your voice laced with authority. "Otherwise, I can leave you like this."

Her eyes snapped open, pupils dilated with desire and anticipation. "Yes, Mistress," she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

A smirk played on your lips as you leaned in, brushing your lips against hers in a feather-light kiss. "Good girl," you whispered against her lips before claiming her mouth in a passionate kiss, your bodies moving together in perfect synchrony.

The sensation of Natasha's body writhing beneath you, her soft moans and desperate pleas echoing in the air, fueled the fire burning within you. With a wicked smile, you continued to dig your nails into her skin, guiding her hips as she rolled against you, her arousal evident in the slickness between her thighs.

"Mmmm, Mistress...need..." she murmured, her voice laced with desire as she surrendered herself to the depths of subspace.

"What do you need, baby girl?" You whispered against her neck, your lips trailing kisses along her skin as you savored the taste of her.

"Need you. Inside. Please, Mistress!" Natasha begged, her desperation palpable as she sought release from the tormenting pleasure that coursed through her veins.

Her words sent a surge of arousal coursing through you, your desire for her growing with each passing moment. With a predatory gleam in your eyes, you withdrew your fingers from her hips and slid them past the waistband of her shorts, reveling in the feeling of her wetness coating your skin.

"Gods, you're soaked, krasivaya devushka,(pretty girl)" you whispered, your voice husky with desire as you teased her folds with feather-light touches. "Tell me, what made you like this?"

Natasha's breath hitched as your fingers danced along her sensitive flesh, eliciting a chorus of gasps and moans from her lips. "Th-thinking about... ah... Wands... and Captain..." she managed to stutter out, her words punctuated by soft gasps of pleasure.

"Good girl," you murmured, your voice thick with lust as you continued to tease her, your fingers delving deeper and deeper until she was on the brink of ecstasy. "Keep thinking about it while I stick my fingers in and make you see stars."

With that, you plunged your fingers inside her, setting off a chain reaction of pleasure that sent her spiraling into the depths of bliss. And as she cried out in ecstasy, her body trembling against yours, you knew that this was just the beginning of a night filled with passion and desire.

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As you scrambled to cover yourselves at the sound of the front door opening, Wanda walked into Natasha's bedroom with three coffees in hand, a smirk playing on her lips at the sight of us.

"Good morning. Did you two sleep well? Because I was kept up all night," Wanda teased, unfazed by your half-naked state.

She leaned in to give you a kiss, and you couldn't help but chuckle at her comment. "Did you even brush your teeth, you heathen? I can still taste her on you!" You called her out, earning a smirk in response.

"I know you love her taste," Wanda retorted playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Turning to Natasha, you asked if she had any spare toothbrushes, and she directed you to the medicine cabinet. You grabbed the coffees from Wanda, urging her to leave with a playful swat to her backside.

"Go. Now," You commanded, smirking as she yelped in surprise.

"Aww, still sore?" You teased, giving her ass another playful smack before pushing her forward. You could tell that despite her attempts to hide it, Wanda was finding it difficult to walk normally after her own night of passion.

As Wanda made her way out of the bedroom, you turned back to Natasha, a smile playing on your lips as you realized just how lucky you were to have both of these incredible women in your life.

"Do you deal with that everyday?" Natasha asks seeing how cheerful Wanda was in the morning and knowing full well you was never a morning person. 

"Yeah, I deal with that every day," You replied to Natasha's question, observing Wanda's cheerful demeanor in the morning. "But I can tell she had a good time, so it's worth it."

Taking a sip of your lavender oat milk latte, you let out a content hum. "And when she comes home with coffee and breakfast from my favorite place, how can I be upset in the morning?"

Natasha took a sip from her coffee, realizing it was her go-to order. "Did you tell her...?" she asked, curiosity evident in her tone.

"Actually, I told her once, two years ago," You explained, recalling the incident. "I was getting us drinks and accidentally ordered yours out of habit for Wanda, and ended up with an extra drink."

"And she remembered?" Natasha inquired, surprised by Wanda's attention to detail.

"I guess so. It's never been brought up again," you replied with a shrug, impressed by Wanda's ability to remember such small details.

As you finished your conversation about Wanda's thoughtfulness, she made her way back into the bedroom, joining you two on the bed with breakfast in hand.

"I do have breakfast if either of you are up for it," she offered, looking between the two of you with a smile.

"Thank you, babe. You're always so attentive," you praised, watching as Wanda did a cute little wiggle, scrunching up her nose in response. I could see the smile it brought to Natasha's face, and my heart swelled with love for both of them.

"Is this what it would be like? This easy?" Natasha spoke quietly, grabbing a piece of turkey bacon.

"What do you mean, meu amor?" You asked, taking a bite of your bagel.

"This. Us. All three of us. This just feels so easy, like falling into a comfortable bed or couch after a long day," Natasha explained, her words carrying a hint of wonder.

You looked at Wanda and smiled, tilting your head, silently encouraging her to share her thoughts.

'Go on,' you spoke to Wanda telepathically.

"Natasha, this can be whatever you want," Wanda began, her voice soothing and reassuring. "Y/N and I are together, but we would both love to have you join us. If you want that. But you can always just be with Y/N, or you don't even have to define it as a relationship. You can just come and go as you please, and we'll always be willing to let you join in our fun, whether that be one or both of us."

Wanda's words held a comforting warmth, a sense of safety that enveloped Natasha like a protective embrace. Her ability to convey reassurance was remarkable, and you could see the impact it had on Natasha, who seemed to be considering the possibilities laid out before her.

As Wanda spoke, her words filled the room with a mix of vulnerability and sincerity. Your heart swelled with emotion as she confessed her feelings for both Natasha and you, recounting the cherished memories you shared during our movie nights and bonding moments.

"But what I'm trying to say, really, is through the little moments the three of us used to share, I ended up falling for both of you," Wanda continued, her accent thickening with emotion. You couldn't help but feel a lump form in your throat as she spoke.

"When Y/N told me about why you two broke up and how she still had feelings, I ended up spilling my own to her about you as well," Wanda confessed, tears prickling the corners of her eyes. "We talked it over for a long time and decided you would be the only actual fit to keep in our dynamic because we already had it before."

As Natasha set down her breakfast, wiping her hands on the sweatpants the two of you had managed to grab for her, her expression was a mix of surprise and tentative hope.

"I... I would... I'd like that... the three of us again," Natasha managed to say, her voice filled with emotion.

Without hesitation, Wanda and you both moved to entangle yourselves with Natasha, enveloping her in a tight embrace. In that moment, it felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted from your shoulders, and you knew that together, the three of you could navigate whatever challenges lay ahead.

"Eu amo vocês dois,(I love you both)" you mumbled against Natasha's shoulder, feeling the weight of your shared love in the air.

"Я тоже тебя люблю,(I love you too)" both Natasha and Wanda responded simultaneously, their voices filled with affection and warmth.

"I already have both of you conditioned so well. My good little baby," you remarked with a playful smirk, cupping Natasha's cheek tenderly before turning to Wanda and doing the same. "And my good little pet."

You leaned in to kiss Wanda's lips first, savoring the softness and warmth before turning to Natasha and pressing your lips against hers. In that moment, surrounded by the love of these two incredible women, you felt a sense of completeness wash over your body.

"My two beautiful girls. Mine, all mine," you whispered, sealing your bond with a promise of love and devotion. And as you embraced each other, you knew that together, the three of you were unstoppable.

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[cherriesformatt]

finding out || matt sturniolo part 1

matt x fem!reader

summary: you have a pregnancy scare and you take few tests while your boyfriend is working completely clueless

warnings: angst, fluff, pregnancy, nearly panic attack, lots of emotions

word count: 966

a/n: thanks for reading! I was thinking if you like it maybe I could make another part :) also I only proofread it once so I hope there isn’t many mistakes!

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Matt, Chris and Nick were upstairs filming a new podcast episode. I was over at their house since Friday. That would make four days. I was feeling under the weather those past days and Matt told me to stay with them in case I would get sick and needed some help. The thing was I did not have a fever or sore throat. I was just feeling like crap and I was constantly annoyed.

Yesterday I snapped at Chris for basically nothing. He was just leaning on the counter opening his drink while I was making dinner for all of us. I yelled at him to start drinking water or else he would have kidney stones and told him to get out of my way.

"Bro are you on your period or what?" He asked putting his hands up for defense.

The thing was - I wasn't. That's what I relised after his comment.

Whole night I was stressing out and that was all I was thinking about. No period, feeling like crap, feeling sick and tired. I didn’t get any sleep that night.

The moment they told me they are going to film I knew I had like two hours to myself. I ordered door dash from CVS to the house and I impatiently waited for it to be delivered. I ruined my new gel nails by constantly picking on them from the stress and overthinking.

I got a notification from my phone that my order is here. I run downstairs to the front door to get it. I got my bag and closed the doors back. I went downstairs to Chris's bathroom to be as far from them as I could.

"Fuck" I said to myself putting four different pregnancy tests on the counter.

"Okay I can do this, right?" I looked at myself in the mirror.

I looked like a scare crow honestly. I didn't have any make up on, my hair wasn't fresh and I wore oversized set of fresh love that I found in Matt’s closet because I did not feel comfortable in my own clothes.

I released I forgot a cup so I ran back upstairs for a plastic cup and went back down.

I did what I had to do and put all of the tests into the cup and then I closed them and put them in one line back on the counter.

I cleaned up the cup and I realized I am shaking and tears are streaming down my face.

Because what are we going to do? Matt is not even 21 yet, making his dreams come true with his brothers and in peak of their career. I am constantly working and don't even always have great decisions for myself let alone to rise a decent human. I am great with kids, he is great with kids, but we do not even talked about this like ever. What the fuck, he is living here with his brothers, there is no place for a baby here.

"I can’t, I can’t do this" I stormed out of the bathroom and run upstairs.

Next thing I know is that everyone is staring at me while I froze on the top of the stairs in the middle of the podcast studio. I must have looked like a disaster because Nick stood up to hold my arm as I almost collapsed back down.

"wow wow... easy. Y/n what happend? What's wrong?" Nick holds me while I look into Matt's cancerned eyes as he stands up to take me from Nick’s arms.

"Matt..Matt I need you to come with me downstairs" I said.

My voice was shaky and my breath unsteady.

"Honey..." Matt stroked my back gently.

His brothers did not know what to say or do so they just gave us some space. I was glad this whole thing wasn't live out here because I knew I did put quite a show for the cameras.

He helped me walk down the stairs and while we were in the kitchen I pulled his arm to walk to the lower floor.

"What's wrong baby?" He asked me while we stopped by the bathroom doors.

I knew the tests were ready to look at and check. But I was too scared to look at them alone.

"Matt... just promised you won't be mad at me?" I looked at him and I do not even know why I asked him. I already knew he would not be mad at me. He was the best person I know.

"Whatever it is honey I would never be mad at you... I think I might know what is this about" He pushed my hair out of my face and kissed my temple. Of course he knew, he always does. He could read me like an open book.

"O-okay..." I took a deep breath, opened the door and pointed at the counter.

Matt bit his lip and took a deep breath as well.

"I just couldn't do it Matt... I need you to check them" I said and took a seat on the closed toilet.

Matt took all of them and just looked once but I already knew judging by his eyes. He put them back down and kneeled beside me.

"I want you to know that whatever you decide...I will be there y/n." He hugged me tight to his body.

"I love you so much... I am fucking scared shitless right now but as long as it is with you I know we can do this" He whispered in my neck.

I closed my eyes and just cried. I just wasn't ready of all of this. But in the same time I thought that this might be my missing piece.

In the world of boys he's a gentleman.

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