#poor Tony I basically gave him another heart attack

[blackchessknight]

Knowledge Is Power

My entry for @irondadremix, I remixed @papered-owl's Arsenic Bugs. Had a lot of fun with it and took it to a different POV, the untold story behind Peter's terrible stomach ache.

This was really, really fun to write, and I hope you enjoy reading it.

Summary:

Peter Parker has a new target on his back, and it's not because of Spider-Man.

A group of thugs got their hands on the knowledge that Peter is Tony Stark's personal intern and they are going to take advantage of it, even if it means putting Peter's life on the line.

#irondadremix #irondad #spiderson #tony stark #peter parker #my fic #ao3 #fanfiction #the bad guys are bad #and there's more of them than we thought #poor Tony I basically gave him another heart attack #and a set of problems

[lozzypoz321]

Word count: 3.8k!

A/N: this is one of my favourite things I’ve ever written and I’m super proud of it, also the biggest word count I’ve ever done, hope you enjoy and pretty please leave feedback!! <3

Warnings: brief mentions of underage sex, calling of child services, brief mentions of an anxiety attack

Avengers college AU

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Bucky: Guys I’m really desperate

Bruce: what?

Steve: wdym?

Bucky: does anyone have the first period free tomorrow? Can’t afford a babysitter for Riley :/

Tony: nah can’t, I’ve got a busy schedule

Clint: economics man

Bruce: science m8

Nat: same as Clint I’m afraid Jamesy

Clint: wbu Steve?

Steve: library club and I can’t skip

Bucky: >: I

Bucky: I think I may be having a midlife crisis.

Tony: okay 1. You’re 20 and 2. You shouldn’t have gone an’ knocked up a woman at 17

Nat: Tony!

Bucky: You’re acting like you didn’t get some at 17 Tony

Bruce: he has a fair point.

Nat: and anyway Riley’s too pure for your insults Tony

Bucky: uwu

Tony: you have officially turned into every teenage girl Barnes

Nat: anywayyyyyyy, Thor how’re you coping with your brother’s “phase”

Tony: I am starting to think Loki’s goth phase isn’t just a phase Natalie, I caught him walking around in a skull T-shirt with chains this morning

Clint: oh daym

Steve: what are you going to do?

Thor: I am going to show that I respect him by buying him some flowers!

Clint: What abt a chain tho?

Nat: wait, does anyone wanna go to laser tag at some point?

Tony: oooh yes!

Bruce: yeah I’m down! :)

Steve: I’ve got time yeah thanks

Bucky: I never back down from a laser tag game

Nat: great! I’ll book it with Tony’s card

Tony: wait what?

Bucky: oh shit, I’ve gotta go, Riley’s just run away somewhere brb

Clint: oh damn.

Bucky shoved his phone hastily into his pocket and looked around, desperation filling his eyes as they searched for any sign of his daughter. The bushes swayed with the evening breeze and very few people strolled around campus, either going on a walk, meeting up early with friends or getting food. The young adult heavily sighed out of relief when he caught sight of Riley, excitedly chatting to a man, who James quickly identified him as one of his other friends, Sam.

Braking out into a light jog, he made his way across campus to the pair while also trying to avoid bumping into the other students that were now staring at him, in college he was basically known as the fuck boy. Not that he was, the only reason behind it was that he had a daughter at 17 and everyone apart from his friends never saw past that.

“What’re you doing here munchkin?” He asked the small girl who was now shyly smiling at her father. Sam chuckled at the duo and turning his attention away from Riley, “wasn’t her fault dude, just telling me how she’s going to chemistry class tomorrow, can’t wait to see that” he said with a sly smirk on his face.

Bucky mentally sighed, yes it was going to be very tough tomorrow. Not only was she very restless, but she also was very talkative and wouldn’t put a filter on around people older than her, which most of the time could be very offensive. “Yeah! I promised him I’ll be good!”

“Oh really? Well I kinda hoped you’d have something to say to Professor Demon”

“Sam,” he groaned and ran a hand through his hair “his names Damon, if he caught you sayin’ that then we’d get suspended so quickly dude” Riley giggled and looked up at her dad innocently “and then we’d go poor because you suck at getting jobs”

“He sucks at everything” Sam mumbled, earning a glare from the other man. “We better go get some food now, there’s literally nothing in the fridge except a can of tuna, some ketchup and packets of sour sauce from takeout awhile ago”

“Oof man”

The walk to the diner that he had decided on going to after he couldn’t be bothered going grocery shopping was a long one. Riley insisted on stopping for every dog they saw, to ask to stroke it. “Ri’ baby, we can’t keep stopping, we gotta get back to the dorm before it’s your bedtime”

The pout she sent him instantly melted his heart before he realised she knew exactly what she was doing and he readjusted his grip on her hand so she didn’t end up running away again like she did earlier.

-

“Ri’ what do you want?” He asked the child once the waitress had come over asking for their orders. She gave a nonchalant shrug and turned her attention back to the video that was playing on Bucky’s phone that he had given her for the wait. “M’kay so, can we get a,” he took a pause to take a quick glance at the kid’s menu on the table “chicken nuggets and chips please with… chocolate milkshake?”

Riley nodded and the waitress, who from the name tag on her apron, was named Elizabeth, began to write down both his and her order but halfway through gave a quick glance up to Bucky, but when he caught her cheeks flooded red that made his daughter snort.

“Is that all sir?”

“Riley shut up” he quietly told the girl as Elizabeth walked away with her head down. “She was flirting with you dad” she laughed making him jokingly nudge her across the table “Oi, and anyway she’s not my type munchkin”

“Well don’t be too loud, the creeps staring at you dad”

He didn’t mean to, but without thinking his head whipped round to instantly make eye contact with the woman who was biting her lip, her eyes now as big as plates. His cheeks heated furiously as he immediately turned back around to face his adorable giggling daughter. “You better like those chicken nuggets munchkin cause I’ve got to go through this to get them”

“I will dad, I like chickens”

-

“Riley, come on you gotta get some sleep” he groaned once she’d slid onto the sofa where he was writing his assignment last minute for the fifth time that night.

“But dad,” She whined and pulled on the sleeve of the college logo sweater he had pulled on without even thinking about it once they’d got home as he had only just realised he had a paper to write, “I’m not tired and I don’t want to be alone”

His eyes softened at the pleading look on her face that would get him to do anything she wanted him to “m’kay baby, how about we go into into the bedroom and you try to get some sleep while I finish this up”

She nodded enthusiastically and he picked up the study books and paper in one hand and Riley in the other, deep eye bags could be found on his face from the lack of sleep that he had spent pulling all-nighters working on college work and began to make his way into the small room that had a single bed pressed up against the wall with a mattress next to it, an abundance of blankets on both.

He set the small girl onto the single bed and lowered himself down into the smaller one, using the bed frame to press his back against and using a hardback book underneath the paper to rest on.

“Why do people stare at you?” Bucky only just heard Riley mumble as her eyes struggled to keep open. He stopped writing but kept his hand in the same place while grinder his teeth, wondering what to say. “Cause baby… people don’t really think that I should have you this young,” he struggled to find the words as he felt his daughter roll onto her back to listen “but they don’t understand that I love you a lot, don’t I munchkin?”

Riley giggled behind him and uttered a small yes. “At least they haven’t tried to take me away again”

The young man's breath hitched in the back of his throat at the memory flashed through his mind. They’d been watching a movie with Steve after their classes and a knock had sounded on the door.Apparently, Child services had been called by one of the students and they tried to take her away but he wouldn’t let them, they had threatened to take him to court because the living settings were not meant for a child but 17-year-old Steve had calmly spoken to them outside the room while James had been on the edge of a panic attack inside.

“Yeah, scared me Ri’” his horse voice answered back making her eyebrows scrunch in confusion “I’m not going anywhere dad. Well, unless I die but y’know”

He sent her a bitch face look over his shoulder which made her uncontrollably giggle. Bucky chuckled and set his attention back to the essay while absent mindedly talking to her about random things.

“Is Loki gonna be at the laser tag place?” She asked and added on excitedly “oooh can I come dad?!”

“Sure doll, let me tell the guys”

Buck: we got plus ones on this laser tag thing?

Bruce: whyyyy??

Thor: oooh if that is the case I would very much like to take my brother!

Nat: oh are you bringing Riley then?

Buck: yup

Steve: I don’t see why not

Tony: I’m off to speak to this really hot girl

Clint: what that spice girl?

Buck: do you mean pepper?

Clint: ah yes!

He chuckled at the screen and chucked his phone to the side while looking up to his daughter on the bed above him, going to tell her they approved before stopping and smiling to himself as he caught sight of her peaceful, sleeping form.

Without waking her up, he got off the mattress and tucked in the blankets, quietly laughing as he retrieved the earbuds she had borrowed in the diner from her pocket. “Night munchkin”

-

Bucky groaned as the ringing of his phone awoke him, the technology next to his ear from when he had fallen asleep sat up. “Wha’?”

It was so early in the morning that he didn’t even have the energy to think of a proper sentence, never mind say one.

Steve: hey guys make sure your ready, it starts an hour after school

Clint: Steve. School. Finishes. At. 6. Pm. What. Tf. Do. You. Mean. It. Starts. In. An. hour. After.

Nat: we thought you could do with a late start

Tony: fuck you Romanoff

Clint: ten bucks says she’s smirking rn

Buck: ughhh

Bruce: I feel exactly the same way

Buck: no you don’t. I spent up until 6 am doing that English essay I forgot about

Tony: oof

Bucky: I will physically be running on caffeine this morning so be ready

He took a look around the messy room before deciding he would clean it another day and raised himself onto his feet before making sure Riley was still on the single bed asleep. He made his way to the tiny kitchen that held a mini-fridge, microwave, kettle and an oven with two counters on one side to make himself a cup of coffee that he was depending on if he had to spend an hour of his day running around in sweaty gear and a fake gun while making sure his daughter didn’t run away to get some sort of snack.

“Fuck” he mumbled as the loud whirring of the kettle started, sure to wake Riley up. “I’m tired” he heard a voice groan behind him, making the man whirl around, instantly making eye contact with his daughter. Sighing out of relief and returning back to the drink he was previously making. “So am I doll, yet you can’t have coffee”

He made her go get dressed and brush her teeth while he had a mental breakdown over what he was going to do about the paper he didn’t manage to finish before he fell asleep last night.

“Dad,” Bucky looked up to find Riley once again dressed in a pair of Joggers and a baggy T-shirt that she’d dragged out of the very few clean clothes in her draw “someone’s messaging your laptop”

She struggled to hold up the open device that showed multiple emails from one of his professors questioning his performance in class for the recent weeks. He inwardly cursed and took the laptop from her to begin emailing her back, choosing to ignore the insults she had thrown at him and his daughter in the middle of it.

“She is so full of-“ he stopped halfway through the sentence, noticing that Riley was sat next to him, quietly playing a YouTube video on his phone. “Whatcha watching Ri’?” He asked, his attention still focusing on trying to be professional in the email back. “c- c-“ she struggled to pronounce the word so she passed it to him.

“Commentary channels?” The man asked with a laugh, thinking about how most parents wouldn’t even let their 4 child near a video like that but yet again he wasn’t like most parents. He was 20 and had to do this alone.

“Oh yeah”

“Come on munchkin, we gotta get to first period before we’re late” he told her and grabbed his backpack to quickly shove his college things in before glancing at the digital clock on his phone and scooping Riley up so they could get there quicker.

Halfway through the panicked running across campus, the small girl decided she needed a nap and fell asleep against his shoulder, making Natalia laugh as they passed.

As soon as he arrived in the classroom he knew it was a bad idea when 11 pair of eyes fell to his, heavily panting and holding an asleep 4-year-old.

“Sir he’s late” a girl, younger than him moaned to the teacher who was now shrugging his shoulders “I don’t care”

“But professor, why’d he bring the baby?”

Bucky had enough of everyone staring at him, he readjusted the bag on his back before making his way to the back of the class, sitting in an empty seat in between Sam and Tony and placed Riley on his lap.

“That’s a good question Jaimee, Barnes?”

“Couldn’t find anyone to look after her professor” he mumbled in response, making sure to be loud enough to hear. “No babysitter?”

“Can’t afford it sir”

He didn’t once make eye contact with anyone in the room, instead putting his attention on the books that he was bringing out of his bag. “You alright man?” Tony whispered across the desk and flicked a pen at him, “Oi” Bucky hissed as the metal came in contact with the side of his head making Sam laugh loudly at him.

“Dad,” a mumble was heard quietly, making the older man look at his daughter, eyes that were previously closed were now looking up at his wide with pleading “I’m hungry”

If he was anywhere else in the world he would have sworn loudly, but right now he was in a class with 10 other students and his daughter. “Okay baby, but you're gonna have to wait for a while, we’re in my class but I’ll get you something after okay?”

She nodded and rested her hair back against his chest, making him smile slightly as he went back to taking notes of the class. “I’ve got skittles,” Sam held out the family-sized packet of sugary sweets making Riley do grabby hands towards it. Without asking Sam gave her it, earning a goofy smile from the girl. “Thank you dude but she’s literally gonna get the biggest sugar rush possible now”

“Aha, can’t wait to see that”

-

By halfway through the period Riley was already rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, on the spot next to Bucky’s chair, his hand holding hers to make sure she didn’t run up to the front and distract everyone. “Dad, are you going to work tonight?”

“Yeah munchkin, not for long though, you can stay with Stevie. How about that?”

“Yeah, m’kay”

Suddenly the professor spoke up, directing his attention to Bucky “Barnes, the symbol Sb stands for stibium or stibnite. What is the modern name of this element?”

“That doesn’t sound like English dad” Riley loudly whispered to him, making the class laugh, “and what do you think the answer is?”

The girl pondered for a second and looked at her dad with seriousness drawn upon her features “...tell me,”

-

“Laser in the house!” Clint exclaimed in excitement once everyone had found their way to the front of campus where they’d agreed to meet.

“I like lasers,” Riley gushed while smiling brightly making most of the young adults chuckle, Loki however, did not. “Why did you have to bring me?” The man grumbled, sending a death glare towards his brother.

“Why are you dressed like that?”

“Riley no-“

“Did you go through childhood trauma to endure this?”

“Ri’ you can’t ask-“

“Why is there a child?” Loki asked as if he had only just noticed she was there. “She is Barnes’ daughter brother” Thor said and gently patted her head, making her scowl.

“You have a daughter?”

“I’ve had her for 4 years dude”

“Oh”

Steve grabbed his phone from his pocket and glanced at the time “guys we’ve gotta be there in half an hour we better get goin’”

“Alright Rogers, you really do like to keep track of time don’t you?” Tony asked and rolled his eyes making Nat nudge him in the ribs. “Tony, I’m not that old”

“You're 21, everyone else is 20 punk” Bucky teased him but stopped when he sent him a death glare. “Erm, I’m not 20.” The young girl pointed out while everyone else started making their way to the entertainment place. “Smart girl Ri’”

“Wait, do we need to decide the teams?” Bruce asked everyone once Bucky and Riley had caught up with the rest. “Ooooh,” Clint exclaimed with wide eyes “dibs on Natasha! She’s got good aim.”

“I’m gonna stick with you. Power team” Bucky whispered down to the stupidly smiling girl as she nodded furiously. By the time everyone had chosen their teammates and managed to agree, the group had arrived. “This’ll be great” Bruce sighed once they’d caught sight of the room of light-up vests with attached laser guns.

“Rules,” a middle-aged man who looked like he’d given up on life, walked into the room with a clipboard in hand “No Running, No Physical Contact, Hold Laser with Both Hands, No Climbing, Players must be careful when manoeuvring around interior arena walls, Please let us know if any of your guests suffer from the following: Asthma, epilepsy or suffer from seizures caused by fog or strobe lights.”

Everyone was quiet for a second before Steve quietly spoke up with a blush “I have asthma, sir.”

The worker took a pause and pondered for a moment, as though this had never happened in his whole 68 years of working there, “just… don’t start a fire alright?”

They all nodded in agreement, just happy that he’d been let in, and began to enter the massive room where the game was about to take place. “Right, so, let’s not rugby tackle people like you did last time,” Steve said and mostly directed it to Thor who smiled sheepishly “cause- err, there’s a kid, yeah, Riley, that’s it”

Bucky chuckled and picked up the fake laser gun as the lights began to darken, “let’s get this party started”

As soon as the words left his mouth, chaos ensured, young adults setting off running to find a place to set-up camp. As he wanted to be fast, Bucky quickly picked up Riley and began to run towards a pillar so he could hide behind it, so he’s able to get a good view of people.

“How does it work?” Riley whispered from the spot of her back pressed against his chest so she could also see and indicated towards the gun. “Gotta put your finger on the trigger” he instructed and took ahold of her index finger and brought it over to the weapon, placing the rest of her hand on the handle while her other one held the underneath of the top part, trying not to drop it.

The whole room was silent for a good 5 minutes before Bucky decided to make a move, taking hold of the collar of her jacket to gently pull her up with him. Not holding Riley’s hand as she would have ended up dropping the laser gun if she didn’t have two hands on it.

The two of them scouted out the place trying to be quiet so they didn’t get caught. Suddenly, making them jump, a loud zapping sounded in the distance, indicating that someone had found an enemy. He began to run away from the sound, after making sure his daughter was following and attempting to find somewhere to hide again but this time he didn’t find a deserted place.

“Aha!” Nat yelled and jumped out from behind a pillar while aiming the laser at Bucky’s chest. His panicked yelling and screaming filled the air as he made a run for it, completely forgetting about his teammate left behind and the rule “no running”. Suddenly, before he could brace himself his body went flying, his foot getting stuck on a stray shoe that belonged to Thor. At the same time Steve had jumped out, meaning to get the man in the chest, but instead Bucky had landed on him, using him to muffle the landing, earning an “ow man...” in return.

Bucky wanted to move, he really did, but he just couldn’t. He was in a trance, his and Steve’s baby blue eyes made eye contact, without knowing what he was doing, Steve’s body involuntarily leant up: closer to the younger man. His lips never looked more inviting, but all of a sudden a yell broke out in the room.

“Dad! Help! Nat nearly got me!”

The father scrambled up off the floor, his mind going a million miles an hour about what just happened and why it was wrong. He was his best friend. He should only see him as a friend.

Without meaning to, he ran away from him, not bothering to even spare Steve a second glance in search of his daughter, who was now cowered in one of the room's corners, trying not to get shot. Bucky chuckled slightly at the tactic and crossed the room, luckily not being noticed by Tony and Nat who were having a shoot off at each other from their opposite ends in the room.

“Nat nearly got you Ri’?”

“M’ yeah and you weren’t there.”

Guilt coursed through the mans veins as he remembered that he’d left her, but before his mind could go wondering to the events after it, he stopped himself, “sorry munchkin”

“Is’ okay, just don’t do it again dad”

He silently laughed at the sincerity in her voice and grabbed her hand to lead her away from the battle scene so they could get somebody else in the laser tag game. In quiet discussions they settled on Bruce, the one who was most likely to not be paying attention, and if he was it would still be easy to take aim without him seeing.

“Come on Ri, we got this.”

-

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[captain-of-the-historicfuture]

~hello~ !! For the meta asks!: 3, 6, 9, 12, 15, 18, 21, 24, and 25 :))

Hello!! Thank you for sending these; I was really excited to see that ask game and I was hoping somebody would send some in. It still took me a while to actually answer them though, and for that I apologise. But without further ado! Some meta answers (under the cut because they ended up being fairly long, whoops):

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (Consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway.)

I thought of a few examples, but they could basically be grouped together under a common theme: whumpy/angsty scenes that were self-indulgent as all heck. The whole self-indulgent aspect often required the characters to be just the teeniest, tiniest bit OOC and/or necessitated rather unrealistic plot circumstances. So it was simply easier to keep such scenes as maladaptive daydreams, rather than trying to think of explanations for the character/plot issues…or exposing myself to judgement for them LOL.

Receiving permission to write/share one such scene anyway is an opportunity I can’t let slip by though. It might be because I’m writing this while running on zero (0) hours of sleep—let’s hear it for insomnia, y’all!—but I suddenly couldn’t remember any of my newer ideas under this category. However, I did recall a one-shot I had started writing a couple of months ago that sort of counts? “Sort of” because I could actually be arsed to write it since I was, ya know, writing it. Only got about six hundred words down though.

…should I share those six hundred words…?

………nahhh. I don’t think I’m quite ready for that yet.

But here’s the gist of it: Coulson and May (because of course it’s Philinda) were married for quite some time before the Attack on New York. But then Coulson DiedTM and then got ResurrectedTM. But gasp of horror, he had to lose his memories of his romantic relationship with May because reasons. (I actually did have some ideas for those reasons but sshhhh this is about me yeeting context and setup.)

The first half of S1 still happens as normal (except MayWard doesn’t happen because??? Vows) and it’s now post-E20 “Nothing Personal”. The morning after (or a morning soon after, whatever) the T.A.H.I.T.I. reveal! May’s mom—who doesn’t know about GH.325 and whom May fed a cover story about Coulson divorcing her or something equally as oof, IDK—shows up at the hotel and starts ripping into Coulson for breaking her daughter’s heart, then dragging her back into the field with her ex-husband (him), then accusing her of terrible things and forcing her away again.

Poor guy’s confused as heck, and so is the team, and soon enough so is Lian. The only one who understands what’s going on is May, and she’s freaking dying off to the side like why is this happening to me and eventually everybody’s like! Explain??? (Was thinking about including something from Coulson like, “Are you still keeping things from me?” Just for that extra smidge of angst, yay!)

So yeah then May gives a, like, two-sentence debriefing that elicits more questions than answers. Coulson decides to take May aside and they have a heart-to-heart. Lots of feelings and angst and hurt/comfort and at some point plenty of kissing too. Just! May hiding her feelings for Coulson’s sake but really magnified, plus some actual apologies and consideration of the grief May’s been through on Coulson’s part.

And uhh yeah that’s basically it I dunno hdsjncjshd. I warned y’all it’s OOC, plot-bendy, and very self-indulgent!

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

I don’t think I could name a single character for this. I get different things out of taking on different voices, you know? I guess recently I’ve found myself gravitating towards more taciturn and introspective points of view, like JQ from my original novel Rosewood or M. Yisbon from my…other original novel Temple.

Generally, however, I like tackling stories from an outsider’s perspective. That’s why I so rarely write my more “substantial” (serious? demanding? for lack of better words?) projects from the PoV of my “preferred” character. This usually means writing from their love interest’s perspective, but not always. With shorter fanfic, using a more removed/unconventional/niche PoV can be really fun. Like, I once wrote a canon compliant ficlet purely(-ish) about Philinda from Tony Stark’s perspective. That isn’t always sustainable with stories that demand more character development or closer character studies, however, which is why it’s a good thing I like writing drabbles!

9. Are you more of a drabble or a longfic kind of writer? Pantser or plotter? Do you wish you were the other?

My word counts tend to run long, but I usually only write one-shots for fanfic. If I’m even inspired with a novella- or novel-length story idea for a fandom, you already know I’m in deep with them. And if I actually find the motivation to plan and execute that idea? Dangg. That’s only ever happened…twice, maybe thrice, and I’m in a lot of fandoms.

At times, I wish I could go for more of a middle ground ’cause, like, you know what I love to see? An AO3 dashboard with several completed novellas for my ship/character of choice. I mean yes, I hecking love >90k fics, but sometimes I’m in the mood for quick reads…and what am I supposed to do when I burn through all the drabbles and 2k one-shots? (Besides despair and/or reread my faves desperately.) Novellas are basically always safe for me LOL, and I’d hope to be able to give as much as I take.

Ultimately though, I think I’m okay with where I am with regards to that. I wish I could write more in general, but I’d be okay with “writing more” just meaning “writing more one-shots”, ya know? More than okay, really. I have mad respect for fic writers who have, like, a hundred or more one-shots under their belt for this one ship. The fandom ecosystem would be incomplete without them (as well as every other type of writer, but sshhh that’s the type of writer I’m closest to being right now).

I’m definitely a plotter, and I definitely prefer it that way. It’s cool having such a detailed record of my process. I like feeling like a frazzled genius on the brink of a major discovery with all of my different outlines and colour coding and many drafts and various websites.

12. Do you want your writing to be famous?

Not exactly. It might be cool if my original works were recognisable in the world, but I don’t think I’d want to be recognisable. As for fanfic, I’d low-key enjoy gaining a place in that fandom’s community as a fic writer. Like someone who gave and got fic gifts from fic writer friends, who participated in challenges and GCs, who received writing prompts on Tumblr, whose name was known for doing a certain trope/genre a bunch of times… Ya know what I mean?

Unlikely to happen when I’m so hecking hesitant to publicly (i.e., outside of AO3) claim credit for my writing, but fjnskfsjhfjs. A writer can dream, right?

15. Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)?

Of those three, tags are the easiest for me, for I have a reliable system for figuring out those.

Next easiest would probably be titles. For fanfiction, I like to use titles that are a quote from the source material. You should have seen all of my old Hamilton fanfic… I was really proud of some of those titles. And I don’t mean, like, whole lines—usually only two to five words. It’s a unique type of wordplay that I just love dabbling in.

And lastly, summaries. Sometimes inspiration strikes me and a snappy and intriguing synopsis just jumps out—one that I’m quietly pleased with—but most of the time I’ll spend way too long trying to think of such a synopsis and eventually just go with whatever I’d come up with so far. And live with my quiet dissatisfaction for the rest of time.

18. Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (Plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations...?) Tell us about them!

Typically, no. If I have deleted scenes, I save and publish them separately, but that’s about it. I sometimes think of AUs for my own work and might talk about them in my author’s notes—might even talk about writing them—but I never really do anything with them.

Although…

It’s not uncommon for me to decide a plotline isn’t working for a certain story or to think of an interesting but undoable arc for a certain character, but what I’ll do is make a whole new story for those ideas. Once I’m done developing the original idea and the branched-off one, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell they grew from the same roots. Does that count?

21. What other medium do you think your story would work well as (film, webcomic, animated series, etc.)?

That depends on the story. I’ve actually written stories in other mediums—movie screenplay, musical stageplay, poetry, TV show scripts, play scripts, roleplay—but the novel does tend to be my comfort zone. Sometimes, if I have an idea that I think could work, or would even work better, as another medium, I’ll label it as such in my folder of ideas and decide not to write it as a novel.

Most of the time, my non-book projects are collaborations. I’m working with five different people on six different story ideas: two webcomics, one stage musical, one anime, and two animated TV shows. Little concrete progress has been made in any of those, mind you, but they’re still fun to discuss!

24. Would you say your writing has changed over time?

Absolutely. But I’ve been writing stories since I was five years old, so we would hope so, huh?

I wouldn’t say my writing’s changed completely, though maybe that’s just my insider’s perspective.

25. What part of writing is the most fun?

Oh gosh, I can’t believe you’d make me choose. Writing is just such a wonderful experience for me; I love just about everything to do with it. Admittedly, not all the time, but. Since that barely qualifies as an answer, however, I’ll give you this—

The endings. Not only that intense feeling of rightness when you wrap up that last sentence, but also the moments before. The adrenaline of knowing you’re almost there but you gotta push just a bit more to actually get there. And also the part right after—the real wrap-up, honestly: the revision and the editing. Heavens, I love revising and editing my work.

Which is not to say I don’t like writing it out for the first time, too—there’s nothing quite like seeing your cursor scroll to the next page, like going from a blank expanse to a Oh man, how many more lines are even going to fit on this page?, like watching that page counter tick up another number. However, there’s something cathartic about finally ironing out those problems I had to force myself to stop worrying about earlier because “just finish the first draft dangit”.

I guess that’s not really the end of the writing process, but whatever. Close enough (as fic writers are wont to say).

Another thank-you for these asks, and feel free to come back with more at any time! ;P

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#thou canst not then be false to any man #ask game #invictusmaneo #to write and read comes by nature

[give-me-back-my-rhodey]

College Pepperony

Title: College Pepperony

Author: Purple_ducky00

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: n/a

Relationships: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

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Summary: Before Virginia Potts met Tony Stark, everyone warned her to be wary of his playboy ways. Little do they know she will be the one to make the first move.

“Ginny. You won’t believe what my roommate did today.” Jimmy Rhodes flops down on Virginia's bed.

She smiles indulgently. Jimmy has been complaining to her since day one of the first semester about his roommate. They are now in semester number two, and she still has not met said roomie. “What did he do?”

“He blew up our toaster! And he knows I eat Poptarts for breakfast every day!” Jimmy cries, and Ginny laughs.

 “Oh, poor Jim. Did you say something to him?”

 Jim's eyes soften. “I didn’t have to. He immediately apologized and went out and bought me a new one. He’s a good guy, but he just has the sense of a moth. And he doesn’t even realize when he gets burned.”

 “So when do I meet him?”

 Jim sits up. “Are you sure you want to? He is almost definitely going to try to flirt with you. He thinks he’s a ladies man or something.” Jimmy muses, “I guess whatever he does works because more often than not, he’s got someone in his room.”

 “I think I can take care of myself.” Virginia waves. “He’s definitely not the first fuckboi who's tried to get in my pants.”

 “Your funeral.” Jimmy rolls his eyes. “Want to grab some takeout and head back to my room?”

 “Panda Express?”

 “You know it. Let me call Tones to see if he wants some.” Jim pulls out his cell. His roommate answers before the first ring is over. “Hey Tony. You want some Panda Express? Yes… No… Listen… My friend an… Tony.” Jim sighs then raises his voice. “Tony listen. I’ll be home in like twenty minutes. My friend and I are getting Panda Express. What do you want? Mmhmm… ok… ok… anything else? Ok. All right. We'll be there asap.”

 Virginia raises an eyebrow when Jim hangs up. He shrugs. “I don’t know. He’s hungry. Probably hasn’t eaten since breakfast yesterday.”

 Twenty minutes later, Virginia and Jim walk into his dorm. “Tony! Dinner!”

 Virginia walks in to see a man about her age, sitting on the floor with toaster parts spread out around him. He’s wearing a red muscle shirt that’s not too tight, and his hair is sticking out in all directions. He doesn’t realize they are there until Jim claps his hands beside his head. Immediately he goes to a fighting position. Seeing Jim, he relaxes. “Oh it’s you, Rhodey. You almost gave me a heart attack.”

 Jim shrugs when Virginia mouths Rhodey? “Tones, you need to be more aware. Or turn JARVIS on or something. Come on, we got you food.”

 “Who’s we?” Tony snarks, then turns and sees Virginia. “Oh.”  He stares at her with wide eyes, mouth gaping like a fish. “I, uh, um, hi?”

 “Wow. You really made him speechless. That’s never happened,” Jim chuckles. “Tony, this is my friend Virginia Potts. Ginny, this is Tony Stark, my friend and roommate.”

 Tony recovers quickly. “Aww, thanks for the friendship badge, honeybear. Hello, Ginny. Oh no, I don’t like that name. I’m going to have to come up with another name for you.”

 “What’s wrong with my name?” Virginia shoots back.

 “Virginia just sounds like the state, which ew. Ginny makes me think of a powdery old lady. And Potts? I can’t even make a good nickname out of that. You’re going to need a whole new name. Oh, you know what? How do you like ‘Pepper'? Pepper Potts. Hey J?” Tony calls out.

 “Hello Sir,” a male British voice comes out of the speaker. “Remember this lady as Pepper Potts.”

 “Welcome Miss Potts,” the voice says.

 “You just defeated my purpose JARVIS,” Tony says good-naturedly.  “That’s JARVIS, my AI. He’s still learning.”

 Virginia is amazed that he was able to create even a functioning AI.

 ++++++

As the three hang out more, Virginia realizes the effect Tony has on people. For one, everyone on campus refers to her as “Pepper”.  Tony’s a weird fellow because he has this reputation and all, and he does sleep around, but he’s not the jerk that he lets everyone believe he is. Other than the big persona he slips into at parties, he’s really a lowkey kind of guy.

 Everyone who knew Tony warned her that he might try to bed and then abandon her, but in the two semesters that they have hung out, he never hit on her, not even once. She is a little disappointed, though, because she has an itty, bitty crush on him.

 She’ll never tell anyone, but there was one time she stopped past Rhodey and his dorm to drop something off. She knocked on the door, but no one answered. Assuming that no one heard because the music was so loud, she tried the knob. It was unlocked. When she walked in, he was in the living room with one of his bots. There was an ACDC song on the radio, and he was headbanging and using a wrench as a microphone. The bot was moving its claw with the beat of the song. Pepper quietly snuck past and laid the bag on their table. She was going to sneak out when the song ended. Tony turned and screamed when he saw her, then sank to the floor.

 “Are you ok?” She raced over to him, concerned.

 Tony was wheezing for breath. “You scared me. I thought I was here alone.”

 “You should really learn to lock your door.” She had told him, laughing. “By the way, I love your moves.”

 There was a moment where Tony had looked up at her with wide eyes, then he smirked and said. “Who doesn’t?”

 Now, Pepper is eating lunch with Rhodey at a little café near the campus when she asks, “Why were you so concerned that Tony would hit on me?”

“Honestly, I didn’t take into consideration how much he likes you.” Rhodey takes a sip of his Pepsi.

 “Why wouldn’t he like me? Are you saying I’m not likeable?” Pepper demands. “That I would be just a call girl to him?”

 Rhodey shakes his head. “I used the incorrect wording there. I knew he’d like you well enough. I hadn’t accounted for the amount he’d actually love you.”

 “Love me?” Pepper snorts. “He treats me like he likes you.”

 “But he doesn’t flirt with you like he does me. He thinks you're unattainable, and he doesn’t want to do anything to drive you away.” Rhodey explains.

 Pepper gives him a look. “Did he tell you this himself?”

 “No, but I know Tones.” He sits back in his chair. “And I know how he looks at you.”

 Pepper doesn’t know if Rhodey’s just hyping her up or not, but she figures it won’t hurt to ask Tony out. She figures that she can move past it quickly if he rejects her, so their friendship shouldn’t be hurt. The next day, she texts Tony. Wanna grab some lunch?

 Sure. What are you thinking? He texts back quickly. Do I need to shower?

 Yes. She grins. What about the coffeeshop near my dorm?

 He texts back his affirmation, and Pepper squeals. Today she is going to see what he thinks about her and, well, the two of them. Her roommate grins. “Sounds like you have a hot date.”

 “Nope. Just getting lunch with one of my best friends.”

 “That you have a crush on.” Bethany across from her. “Which one is it, Rhodey or Tony?”

Pepper brushes her off. “Rhodey’s dating Carol.”

 “So Tony. Be careful. He’s got the love-em-and-leave-em reputation.” Bethany shrugs. “Don’t really know the dude, so I can’t say one way or the other. You do, so I trust your judgment.”

 “Thanks. Most people would tell me I’m out of my mind, but he’s really sweet. He never once hit on me, you know that? Rhodey told me it’s because he likes me and doesn’t want to lose me, but I’m not so sure about that.”

 Bethany pats her shoulder. “He’d be an idiot to reject you, Pep.”

 Tony meets her at the coffeeshop for lunch, and conversation goes on like normal. They tell each other about their days, and there’s some good-natured ribbing. Finally, Pepper works up her courage and asks. “Are you dating anybody?”

 “Umm… no?” Tony is frozen like a deer in the headlights.

 “Want to go out on a date?”

 Tony shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “Are you sure? Like, I’d love to, but I’m not the best person to date. I forget things, like a lot. I get so caught up in my inventions that I don’t even realize anyone else is there. I forget to shower sometimes. My brain-to-mouth filter is basically non-existent. I’m a mess and a failure. Also, people are going to say a lot of stuff about you. Stuff that’s not true and could be really hurtful. My life is in the spotlight the moment I go out in public. Like, are you sure? You’re going to want to break up with me very shortly.”

 “Did people actually say these things to you?” Pepper asks angrily. “Give me their names so I can murder them.”

Tony sags. “You’re right. Let’s date. Just let me know when you’ve had enough.”

 Tony won’t look at her until she takes his hand. When he finally does raise his head, she is amazed to see the vulnerability in his eyes. She knows that is one thing he hates – seeming vulnerable to others.

“Tony,” She says softly, “I really like you. If you want to date me, and I want to date you, why should anyone else get a say? Shouldn’t we decide what we should have?”

 +++++++

Five Years Later

Pepper will laugh when she looks back to that day. Five years later, and they’re still together. They’ve had their ups and downs, but together they worked everything out.

 Lying in bed with Tony curled around her side, she looks down at him sleeping peacefully. She loves this man, and he loves her, too.

#pepperony #college au #i write! #au_gust_2020

[romancemedia]

NCIS S17E10 - The North Pole

In the 10th episode of the 17th season of NCIS, it’s the mid season finale and Ziva returns once more to seek the team’s help with once last agenda she must accomplish before she can finally reunite with Tony and Tali.

This episode was no doubt one of the most surprising and highly anticipated episodes I’ve ever seen, mainly because we got to see the return of yet again, Ziva David and finally got more answers about what happened to her. Ziva’s mission to reunite with her loved ones continues, but her vow to do this alone is broken when her ally, Odette, enlists the help of Ellie to go into a night club to get vital information. However, instead of Ellie delivering the info to Odette, she stands her ground and gives the information to the rest of the team. Glad to see Ellie’s learned her lesson about secrets and is starting to redeem herself for her past mistakes. Plus I LOVED Jimmy and McGee been in unison when they were shocked to learn that Ziva doesn’t do well in crowds. The case of the week leads to the team discovering that Ziva’s old and dear friend, Adam Eshal, has been KIDNAPPED!!! Gibbs and the team are there to help, but I’m glad to see that they aren’t taking any more of Ziva’s secrets and she tells them everything... Cue Flashbacks.

This episode was great for many reasons, one of them being the flashbacks that revealed plenty of information, including how Ziva developed her anxiety issues. Shortly after the explosion at Eli’s farmhouse, Ziva met with Adam in the streets of Israel and gave him Tali to be handed safely to Tony and shortly after sending away her daughter away, she experienced her first panic attack, explaining how she developed her anxiety. Afterwards, Adam went undercover inside Sahar’s group, explaining how Ziva learned the identity of the woman who had wanted her dead all these years. However, after Adam warned Ziva about the impending attack on Gibbs’ life, Adam was outed as Ziva’s mole and now he is in danger as a result, leaving Ziva with one last mission to find and rescue him before she finally reunite with Tony and Tali. However, the questions remains... who kidnapped Adam? With Sahar dead and her people in prison who was responsible for Adam’s abduction and why?

The case continued on and finally, Jimmy and Ziva finally got to reunite. I felt for Jimmy. It was a real shame he missed seeing Ziva back in the second episode and although they finally got to see each other again for the first time in years, it was kinda a let down since it was only brief and not really the reunion he was hoping for. It’s great that Kasie finally got to meet Ziva, but I’m bit upset to see that yet again, Sloan didn’t get the chance to meet her. Seriously when will these two great characters finally get to meet each other, face to face?! Anyway, thanks to Kasie’s brilliance, Gibbs and Ziva managed find a badly beaten Adam, only to receive shocking news... the Sahar who was killed in the second episode was a decoy, meaning... SAHAR IS STILL ALIVE AND WORSE, SHE IS SOMEONE THEY KNOW!!! What’s Worse, when they try to free him, they fall through a fall boards.

Here comes the second flashback when Ziva remembers when Adam shows her pictures of Tony and Tali together shortly after her supposed "death". The way Ziva looks at those pictures and admires Tony, you feel the chemistry and how much she still loves him. Another of the main reasons why this episode was so amazing was because it finally answered the burning question that’s been on our minds since the day Ziva made her long awaited return... Does Tony Know She is Alive and the answer... Yes. It’s About Damn Time. Since the season started that has been one of the many questions we’ve all been asking ourselves since Ziva officially made her return and I’m glad we finally got the long awaited answer. The last time we saw Tony, he had his doubts about Ziva’s death and left to find answers and in the end, his suspicions were correct since he managed to find her in Cairo and they haven’t seen each other since and only have limited contact. I hope this gives Ziva some comfort as while Gibbs may have unfortunately failed her, Tony on the other hand didn’t. Like the old saying goes, all good things come to those who wait. Although, I won’t lie when I say that a small part of me was hoping that Tony and Tali would appear in this episode and we would finally get the long awaited (on-screen) Tiva reunion we have all been waiting for.

Sadly, the love comes to an end and is replaced with sadness when Ziva arrives too late to save Adam, leaving her devastated by the loss of another loved one in her life. Plus another shocker, although Adam knew that Ziva’s heart belonged only to Tony, he had previously confessed his love for in her another flashback set shortly before she made her return. Add that to the list of OMG moments regarding Ziva. After Adam’s death, Ziva and the others began trying to figure out who the real Sahar actually was and the situation grew worse for Gibbs and Ziva. In a heated moment, she basically said it was a mistake to kill Ari since all this happened because she killed her brother all to save Gibbs’s life. Ouch Ziva. That Was Harsh and Seriously UnCalled for. Not to mention, I think she broke a piece of Gibbs heart. However, after gaining a new lead and returning to the night club, Gibbs and the team finally got their answer and learned who the real Sahar was and what Adam really meant before he died. Adam wasn’t talking to Ziva, he was talking to Gibbs. GIBBS KNOWS SAHAR AND HER TRUE IDENTITY IS REVEALED TO BE NONE OTHER SARAH, THE MOTHER TO PHINEAS!!!

I still can’t believe that Sahar was really Phineas’s mother the WHOLE TIME, learning she had moved next door and spied on Gibbs if Ziva ever returned. I know there were theories floating around for a long time, but I wasn’t so sure until this episode. Seriously Just OH MY GOD I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE IT. I feel so bad for poor Phineas. I can’t believe Sahar would use her own son in her mission to take down Ziva and speaking of which, she was great and SUPER intense in interrogation and I LOVED EVERY MINUTE which finally lead Ziva to her true final confrontation with Sahar Once and For All. The final showdown was intense, but apparently not even Ziva was a match for Sahar. I swear as she was creepy as HELL as she began taunting Ziva and revealed to have discovered Tali’s existence through a bruised, battered and beaten Adam, promising to end her legacy. Sahar was ready to finally finish off Ziva for good until... GIBBS KILLED SAHAR THE EXACT SAME WAY ZIVA KILLED ARI. IS THAT A DEJA VU MOMENT OR WHAT!!!!! Finally, Sahar’s rein of terror has truly come to an end at last just as Ari’s did all those years ago.

Overall, this was an epic episode with a lot of heart and intensity which also featured a long awaited true reconciliation between Gibbs and Ziva. I’m glad Ziva apologized. She couldn’t keep blaming Gibbs for what happened since it would have been a whole lot easier if she went to him in the first place. However, while one relationship is repaired, another will no doubt be on the rocks as I’m worried for the future of Gibbs and Phineas relationship. How will Phineas react when he learns the truth about his mother and will he ever discover that Gibbs was the one responsible for taking her life?!

#NCIS #My Thoughts #My Edits #My Thoughts NCIS #Ziva David #Leroy Jethro Gibbs #Adam Eshal #Jimmy Palmer #Kasie Hines #Tony DiNozzo #Tali David DiNozzo #Tiva #Tony x Ziva #Ellie Bishop #Tim McGee

[marvelliz]

Flirt or fight (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avengers!Reader

Warnings: Some fighting, mentions of a daddy kink (no smut tho)

Word count: 2560

Summary: You and Bucky have a rather weird way of flirting with each other, and some friends might want him to finally admit his feelings. 

This is set in a universe were Civil War never happened and everyone lives happily together in the Avengers Tower.

A/N: This is my piece for @propertyofpoeandbucky‘s mysterious writing challenge! (The prompt is bolded) I wrote this a while ago in the middle of the night and honestly completely forgot about it until now. Some of these parts are based on my self defense class (the daddy thing actually) and it was so hilarious I had to write it down. Hope you enjoy my sleepy ass writing style;) ~Liz

Clint had a smirk plastered on his face when he joined Natasha and Tony in the living room, with a coffee in one hand and making sure his precious drink didn’t spill on the ground, a bagel in the other. He had considered making popcorn, but he didn’t want to risk missing anything.

“So tell me. What are they fighting about today?”

You swung your leg in the air, and if Bucky hadn’t had such damn fast reflexes, he would’ve been hit in the head. Lucky for him, he was quick to take a step back, grabbing your foot in one swift movement and pulling it hard to bring you out of balance. But you wouldn’t have been the great fighter you were if you hadn’t found a way to take him down with you.

Nat sighed as she watched both of you continue your fight on the ground, but her friend knew her well enough to know that she secretly enjoyed the entertainment you and Bucky brought to the Tower. “Honestly, I don’t even know. Something ‘bout Bucky finishing Y/N’s leftovers.” Never taking her eyes off the fight, she reached for Clint’s bagel and took a bite. “That, or Y/N stole Bucky’s shirts again.”

Tony chimed in. “I bet it’s the latter. Or he’s just fighting shirtless because he knows that’ll turn her on.”

“Nah, he’s too clueless for that.” The archer was practically beaming with excitement. Sometimes life started getting a little boring at the Avengers Tower, but luckily you and Bucky never let it come that far. And if your fights had been really hostile, no one would’ve let you two be in each other’s presence anymore without being chaperoned, because you both were skilled enough to kill one another and not even flinch about it. But everyone knew you were practically best friends. And everyone, except for clueless Bucky and you, knew that you were head over heels in love with each other. And that fighting was basically your way of flirting, since you were both pretty much cowards when you weren’t on the field and thus didn’t really talk feelings with each other.

“By the way, shouldn’t Cap be here to try to keep them apart?”

A chuckle escaped Nat’s mouth. “Steve gave up two fights ago, where were you?” With raised eyebrows, she turned to Clint. “He left immediately when they started again today. Something about ‘little children who needed to learn how to flirt like normal human beings’.”

“Well, can’t argue with that.” Clint shrugged, returning his attention to the fight. “Hey Stark, wanna bet on who wins today?”

Bucky was a lot stronger than you, and you both knew it. But you wouldn’t have been world’s best assassin if you couldn’t take him on. You knew exactlyhow to make his weaknesses play in your advantage.

The thing was, Bucky was a great fighter too. He relied too much on his strength though, whereas you were a more tactical player, and touched your opponents where they least expected.

But since you and Bucky fought all the time with each other, your attacks weren’t as surprising as they used to be. Bucky knew you better than anyone, and you were certain that he only had to look at you to know which move you would pull on him next. That’s what made you such an amazing team on the battlefield, but it also meant that you had to find new tricks every time you guys fought.

Now at the moment, thinking was a little hard. You’d managed to get up to try and take the upper hand in the quarrel, but the Winter Soldier was quicker and took you down with one swift move of his leg. You would’ve fallen straight on your back if you hadn’t learned how to turn your body in that way that you would not only land safe, but also be immediately ready to attack or defend yourself.

Bucky was faster though, and he knew what you were gonna do before you knew it yourself. As soon as your body touched the ground, he hit you right in your waist to keep you from doing the move you wanted. With strong hands, he held your hands tight pressed against the ground above your head and quickly moved to straddle your hips, preventing you from moving any further.

His body weight pressed you down, and though you knew his strength had the upper hand in this situation, it didn’t stop you from trying and wiggling as hard as you could to escape his forceful grip.

Bucky watched you with a smirk, loving to see you struggle underneath him. “Guess you were too slow this time, doll!”

You grunted again, then decided to give up and let your head rest against the soft carpet – God thanks for the carpet, at least you were trapped in a comfortable pose this time. Last time he’d managed to get you, it’d been on the roof where it’d just stopped raining and puddles were spread all over the surface. Your clothes had been soaked, but in all fairness, Bucky’s were too and you couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy the view of his wet shirt clinging to his chest.

Especially when he was hovering over you with that sexy smirk of his.

You threw him a sassy wink before he would notice how turned on you were. “Please, Buck, I’m never too slow. It’s all part of the plan.”

Bucky simply raised an eyebrow at you. You knew he thought you were bluffing, but he still asked. “What plan?”

“This one.” As hard as you could, you threw yourself forwards, using his surprise to your advantage. But Bucky really was strong, and he was holding you too tight for you to move enough to do any harm. The only thing you could move was your head, but Bucky quickly took both your wrists in his metal hand, while his flesh hand pressed down on your throat to keep you from head bumping him.

He chuckled at your poor attempt to get yourself free, and you felt him add a little more pressure on your throat. “So what, that was your plan?”

Bucky should’ve known you better. Something dark clouded your eyes and your lips fell into a flirty smirk as you let out a moan. “Mm, choke me, daddy.”

His eyes widened noticeably at your words, and almost imperceptible his grip on your hands loosened a little. Something you had counted on, because as soon as you felt it you yanked your hands free and in a swift but powerful motion, you pushed his arm on your throat away. You took advantage of his loss of balance to firmly grab his flesh arm and push his shoulder with your other hand, bucking your hips to your side to throw him off you.

As soon as his back hit the floor, you moved to sit on top of him. You pressed your forearm against his throat before you leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear.  “No, this was my plan.”

Natasha was roaring with laughter in the distance.

Bucky’s eyes were still wide as he stared at you. You looked back, panting a little from the fight. Bucky, who was now laying under you, was breathing just as hard, you could feel it. Your eyes travelled down his face to his heavily rising chest, sweaty enough to make your breath hitch in your throat. You’d forgotten he was wearing no shirt.

“Like what you see, doll?”

Your eyes snapped back up to his, amusement shining in them. You didn’t even miss a beat.

“I like to see me beating you, so yeah.”

He tipped his head back and laughed, and your heart skipped a beat when you felt the rumbling under you.

“I guess you win this one, doll.”

“That’s what I thought.” You rolled off him and stood up, smoothing your – or rather Bucky’s – shirt and extending your hand to help him up. Then you walked up to Clint, who held out two bottles of water, and threw one his way. “Daddy.”

With another wink, you walked out the door. You didn’t see how Bucky again froze at that last word and how the water bottle you threw at him hit his head.

Clint and Tony were arguing in the background while Natasha joined Bucky on the couch. The Soldier was quiet and kept glancing at the door through where you’d just disappeared.

“Hey, wanna tell what that was all about?” Nat nudged him gently, and a soft smile appeared on his face.

“Nat?”

“Buck?”

He chuckled, because he was pretty sure that what he was gonna say was gonna sound stupid. But Nat had seen him in more embarrassing times, and he trusted her. “Is it possible to get a boner ‘cause you’re so in love with someone? Like a boner, but for your heart?”

Nat stared at him for a moment, but then she grinned widely.

“Oh you’ve got it bad, loverboy!”

The next time you had Bucky pinned under you was only two days later, and this time it was for training purposes. Of course it helped that you fought all the time already, but that didn’t stop you from feeling victorious whenever you won. But to your surprise, this time Bucky didn’t struggle to get free.

“You’re smiling. Why are you smiling?” You were still a little breathless from the fight as a frown took over the triumph on your face. Instead of the usual wrestling, Bucky was just laying there, defeated but with a small smile on his face as he looked up at you. The smile felt endearing, almost loving, but that didn’t make any sense.

He shrugged as best as he could, with you hindering even his littlest movements. “I don’t know. You always have that fire in your eyes when you win, and I never really noticed that before.” He shrugged again, as if he was just stating facts. As if his words didn’t make blood rush to your cheeks. It was almost embarrassing how easy it was for him to make you blush.

Which was why it occurred to you that it probably was just another way to make you feel stunned, to make you weaken your grip on him so he could still overpower you. Like you did with him a few days ago. You grounded yourself by making your grip on his forearms even stronger than it already was.

But Bucky didn’t seem to notice. The smile playing on his lips was nothing but gentle, no glint that showed that he was up to something. “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

You scoffed. “I’m sweating and in my sports clothes. I doubt that’s anything of a beauty norm around here.”

“Guess I must really like you then.”

More abrupt than you would’ve liked to admit, your eyes rose to meet his, and you were surprised to see him staring back - more sincere than you’d ever seen him before. Though the words felt real, you couldn’t help but look for the lie in his features. “You … what?”

“You heard me.” He chuckled at your perplexed expression. How could you not know how amazing you are? “I have for a while now, in fact. I mean, what’s not to like about you? You’re kind, but you also stand up for what you believe in, and you’re so strong. And I don’t mean only physical, although you really are very strong.”

He threw you wink, which made you break out in a disarming smile. “Since when are you this good with words? You could’ve told me this much earlier, you know?”

“I’ve got some help.” Bucky flinched when he thought back at the awkward conversation he had a few days before. “Nat encouraged me a little. No, actually she said she would kill me if she had to watch the apparently thick tension between us for one more day, and she’s terrifying sometimes!”

You broke into a fit of giggles when you imagined the much smaller Nat lecturing Bucky about talking emotions. But you knew first-hand how terrifying she could be, so you completely understood what he meant.

Then you realized he had just told you he liked you, and you had yet to say something back. You’d never been one to talk about your feelings either, but with Bucky’s expectant blue eyes looking up at you, you knew what you had to say.

“I like you too.” Also for a while now, but you never dared to say anything because you didn’t want to mess up your friendship. And you were pretty scared of being rejected, even if you had regularly the gut feeling he felt the same towards you – a feeling that was apparently right.

Bucky grinned at your confession, as if you just made his entire day. “So –“ He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and you almost laughed out loud because it was a pretty comical sight, seeing him completely defeated under you but still acting all cocky and confident. “Can I kiss you now?”

Your eyes flickered down to his lips and back to his eyes, and you nodded in anticipation. “I’d say go for it.”

He kept looking at you. Your eyebrows raised in question when he didn’t move, which made him chuckle. “You’ve trapped me, remember? I can’t move if you don’t let me go.”

“Oh.” Right. You immediately loosened your grip on his forearms, and as if he’d waited for that, he instinctively grabbed your shoulders and rolled you over, so he was now on top.

Your back hit the ground hard, but you didn’t feel it when you saw him hovering over you, that goofy smirk you had fallen for plastered on his face. Eyes widened when you realized that he was now in complete control, that you were the one trapped now, but somehow that realization only made the anticipation  in your stomach grow. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to have him holding you down for once.

When he kissed you, it was with the same tension you and him fought with, but the passion in the touch was a whole new feeling. This was a battle you could both win. Bucky smirked against your lips. “Gotcha.”

“I told you I could get him to confess.” Natasha grinned up at Steve, who did his very best not to look at the security footage of two of his best friends making out with each other. One kiss he was okay with, but he really didn’t need to see how the two of you kept rolling each other over to take control and deepen the kiss.

“Who confessed to whom?” Tony walked in on them, his eyes curiously looking from Steve to Nat and back.

Steve just motioned to the images. “Bucky did. Now they’re busy making the gym unsafe.”

Clint walked in at the moment Steve shut the videos down. “Hey, no, I wanted to see that!” He pouted like a young boy who just was told he couldn’t have candy anymore.

“Gross.” Tony shook his head, then grinned widely. “Hey Clint, I still get 50 bucks from you!”

“What now, Bucky confessed?” The archer groaned and took out his wallet in defeat. “Come on, Y/N! I counted on you!”

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Words On My Skin (Part 17)

Bucky Barnes x Reader Soulmate AU

A/N: IF I STARE AT THIS DOCUMENT ANY MORE, I’M GUNNA GO EVEN MORE BLIND… SO HERE YOU GO!!! Stuff is gunna start going wrong, now! *insert evil laughter* Enjoy, my pretties.

Warnings: Swears… Idk.

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 Bucky and Sam? Together?

For interviews?

Oh god. Poor Bucky.

You stood off on the sidelines, tablet in hand, watching as the host talked into the camera, doing the intro while the crowd watched. You could feel Bucky’s anxiety, which was beginning to make your anxiety increase, as well. Large crowds and somebody asking a bunch of personal questions – aside from you – was something that Bucky would rather cut off his own toe than partake in.

Please don’t let this go badly. For the love of fuck. Please let this go smoothly. He didn’t even have Steve for a buffer, until later.

It was totally rational to be worried, since he’d gotten his hair significantly chopped and was pissed about it.

You thought he looked like a GQ model, practically ready to jump him the second that you saw his new haircut, but he’d liked his longer hair. He didn’t want to look like Bucky Barnes from the forties, like everybody remembered him in the history books. He wanted to be his own, new Bucky Barnes.

It was easy to see where he was coming from, since the general population thought of him as either Sargent Barnes from the forties, or The Winter Soldier.

…but, you had to admit, he looked fine as hell.

Thankfully, he’d calmed down a bit after you told him that you thought it was attractive. It’s just hair, it’ll grow back. That’s what you told him, anyways. You loved his hair, no matter what length it was.

“Bucky. Stop fidgeting.” You chastised quietly, knowing he could hear you with his super soldier hearing. You saw him stiffen for a moment, nostrils flaring before his chest rose and fell as he took deep breaths. To anyone else, it would look like normal breathing, but you knew better. You could feel him attempting to calm himself down. “Good. Relax.”

You watched his eyes flick over towards you for a moment, as he sent you a small smile, before glancing back at the flashy host, who was introducing him and Sam to the audience.

Though there were a lot of men and women in the crowd, the women’s piercing shrieks were overpowering. Sam waved enthusiastically, smug smile on his face as he watched the crowd gush over the two Avengers sitting on the stage.

Bucky, on the other hand, gave nothing but a small lift of his lips.

The host barely gave them much time to get settled, before launching into a string of questions about what happened with the Accords. Secretary Ross had briefed everyone on how to answer the political questions during the talk shows, during the meeting a few days prior, which were little snippets of information to reveal without actually giving anything away – as most politicians did.

The Sokovia Accords had been one of the most talked-about topics in politics since HYDRA had come back into the picture and Natasha had leaked a shit load of encrypted files on the internet. The general public was pretty split up in their views about the accords where the Avengers were concerned, just as the team had been when they had their fight.

You’d seen the news reels, but you didn’t get the full story about the fight and arrests until you’d befriended the team – deemed worthy of the information.

Enough documents had been read while doing paperwork – and listening to the news – that you understood the Sokovia Accords meant that any enhanced individuals were registered on a list, their fingerprints and DNA samples were stored, and those with dangerous enhancements were to be tracked with a bracelet. Those who were on the registration were not allowed to take any sort of action outside of their country.

Anyone who didn’t sign was forced into retirement – to put it lightly.

There was, also, a 100% chance that they’d be arrested, since they were basically not allowed to use their powers for any reason – otherwise, they’d probably be deemed a ‘threat’ to society and immediately get detained without trial.

Okay, that was exaggerating the actual terms a bit, but after witnessing the way that the governments were treating enhanced people… You knew that the enhanced people were not safe. Putting a large group of individuals – categorizing them – was history repeating itself in the worst way. That made it too easy for somebody with an agenda to attempt a genocide. It was a great idea, to have rules, but there were too many variables that threatened the safety of those who would be forced into signing.

Another reason the team was split on it, too.

The team was lucky as hell that the governments were willing to negotiate a little with them, and reconsider certain terms, after all the shit they pulled with the fighting and breaking into the raft.

Though, now it was a never ending battle of meetings, negotiations, arguments, and all that other political bullshit that went into making the rules.

You could tell that Bucky was growing uncomfortable, considering what happened during the fight in Germany had a lot to do with that Zemo guy framing him for the bombing, but Sam – thank god he was so intuitive – turned the conversation around to himself so they’d stop talking about Bucky and HYDRA.

Ever thankful for commercial breaks, you were able to go out onto the stage – under the guise of handing Sam and Bucky their coffee orders – to calm your soulmate down a little bit.

“You’re doing great, okay?” You smiled, in an attempt to get his goddamn blood pressure to lower before he gave both of you a heart attack. You threaded your fingers together, your warm ones grasping his gloved ones. “You’ve done this before, and everything was fine.”

“Don’t say that, you’re going to jinx it.” His lips – which had been set into a straight line, before – lifted into a large grin, as his calloused fingers softly brushed against the skin of your tattoo. The rush of warmth that surged through the bond chase away all feelings of anxiety in your chest, his and yours, and the skin that his fingertips traced tingled in their path. “Anyways, I have you this time. Handshake your fear, right?”

“God, you two are disgustingly sappy.” Sam groaned, leaning back on the couch and sipping his coffee with an eyeroll. He grunted as Bucky’s hand – which had been touching your tattoo – whopped him on the chest, and his face turned up to a grimace. “Ow. Rude.”

A laugh bubbled up, as you carefully untangled your fingers with his and moved towards the side stage – where Steve was standing and watching. “Hopefully they’ll start talking about something other than politics, now.”

He snorted, crossing his arms in front of his chest and watching as they started back in with the show. “I hope so. He looked like he was gunna’ bolt, earlier.”

“He’s much calmer, now.” You whispered in response, watching the host start joking around about Sam’s wings and free sky diving. “I think it’s going to be fine.”

“I’ll never get used to how weird that is… that you can feel his emotions.” Steve murmured quietly, so only you could hear.

“Honestly? It’s weird for me, too.” You watched as Sam and Bucky started laughing, joking about the time that Bucky pushed Sam off the roof of a skyscraper, so he didn’t get shot. “I’ll never get used to it, but I’d miss it if it was gone.”

His blue eyes flicked in your direction, bright with humor, “He said the same thing.”

“-you’re starting to sound like Y/n.” You heard Bucky groan, as you listened back in to the interview. “She’s constantly complaining about it.”

Excuse him! Complaining about what?!

“It’s annoying!” Sam laughed, shaking his head and turning his body towards the host from his spot on the couch. “He’s constantly doing it! Scares the crap out of me! Every time! He only does it to Steve, Y/n, and I. Last time, I nearly punched him in the face!”

You burst out laughing, placing your hand over your mouth to muffle the sound in the quiet studio. They were talking about how Bucky thought it was funny to sneak up on you and whisper ‘boo’ right in your ear. You jumped every single time, and the last time you had accidentally gashed open your knuckles by punching him in the face. Bucky heard you, though, glancing your way with a large grin lighting up his face and crinkling his eyes – the way they did when he was truly enjoying himself.

“Y/n did punch me in the face, last time.” He chuckled, watching you try and stifle your laughs and gaining the attention of the host – who was looking right at you. “She nearly broke her hand on my jaw. I heard her heading toward the kitchen, so I stood off to the side and she didn’t notice me. When I stepped out in front of her, she screamed and immediately punched me in the jaw.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, smug. After the little fucker did that, you’d bought him a little bell, as a joke, which was sitting on his dresser. He was pretty impressed with your punch… and took all the credit for teaching you how to hit – not even mad that you’d just socked him in the jaw.

100% deserved it.

“From the look on her face, I’d say that she isn’t sorry for that punch.” The host chortled, spinning his chair in your direction and gesturing towards you. “She looks pretty pleased with herself.”

“She is.” He snorted, shaking his head and turning back to the host. “She’s got her smug-face on.”

You rolled your eyes, glancing down at your tablet and checking the status on Natasha and Wanda’s Uber to the studio. They weren’t going to be on until later, but they were due for hair and makeup soon. Steve had already done through the process, and Tony was in hair and makeup while Bucky and Sam were on the air.

“Seems like you two are going strong, then?” The host probed, crossing his legs and leaning against the desk that his chair was placed behind. When Bucky nodded, beginning to look a slightly embarrassed, he continued, “You’re the first Avenger to be in a public relationship with their soulmate. Is it safe to assume that you’re the only Avenger with a soulmate?”

Not the only one, no.

“I have a soulmate.” Sam piped up, making the host’s eyebrows rise in surprise. You watched as the crowd reacted in surprise, as well. Usually the Avengers’ personal lives weren’t so public – aside from a few social media posts, here and there – so the news was pretty big. “I just haven’t met them, yet.”

“Interesting.” The host leaned forward, fascinated by the new information. “Are you willing to tell us anything about it?”

Sam laughed in response, avoiding giving any more information than that. “They’re in for a real treat when they meet me.”

“More like a thorn in their side.” Bucky snorted, picking up on Sam’s lack of information. “Maybe you’ll quit annoying me, once you find them.”

“Shut up, man.” He rolled his eyes, hitting Bucky in the chest with the back of his hand. “You met Y/n, and you still annoy me.”

Luckily the topic changed fairly quickly to Bucky’s arm, and you were genuinely surprised that Bucky was willing to talk about it. He was usually pretty reserved when it came to his arm, and you were one of the only people allowed to touch it, without him freaking out – aside from children, of course.

He did allow children to touch it sometimes, IF he was in a good mood when they asked.

He even took off his glove to show the host the plates, though – as you thought – he wouldn’t let anyone touch the metal.

When Natasha and Wanda arrived, you’d been forced to step away for a minute to make a phone call and find one of the assistants for hair and makeup.

You were in for a real treat when you came back only minutes later. Sam had just finished telling a story about how he showed Steve different types of music – starting with Marvin Gaye – a few years back, and how Steve was sharing his newfound knowledge with Bucky… who’s taste was literally all over the damn board. He liked almost everything.

“Do you even have a favorite song?” Sam laughed, teeth gleaming against the bright lighting on the stage and turning his body towards your soulmate – who was rolling his eyes at him. “Because I’ve seen your playlist, man. There’s no rhyme or reason to it. It’s all random.”

“I have a favorite song, you ass.” He snorted, cheeks reddening in a blush. You could feel his embarrassment growing through the bond, heating up your own cheeks. Oh, god. The worst form of secondhand embarrassment is when you can literally feel the other person’s embarrassment. What the heck was he so embarrassed about? “It’s not something you guys showed me, though… I, um, actually heard Y/n singing it in her office.”

What? You felt your eyebrows pull together, head tilting slightly to the side, as he avoided glancing in your direction.

“She… kind of sings… when no one is around to listen.” He shrugged, sliding down in his chair slightly and tapping his ear. “I have better hearing than the average person, though, due to… all the experiments… Um… yeah.”

“Well,” The host urged, leaning forward on his chair and giving Bucky his undivided attention. “Tell us the story, about the song.”

“A few weeks ago, she was singing this song in her office,” He cleared his throat, surely starting to feel your embarrassment through the bond, “and it was the first time that I’d ever heard her. She told me she sings in the car, but she never does when I’m with her… She didn’t realize, but I was standing outside her office – like some creep – just listening to her.”

Oh, god, you hated your singing voice. This was seriously so embarrassing. You were mediocre, at best, which was why you’d never sung in front of him before. He was a better singer than you were.

“She has the voice of an angel, honestly.” He continued, starting to pick at the plates on his vibranium thumb, “I could hear her voice, clear as day, through the door. She was singing that Elvis song, but it was a cover of the song. It took me ages to find it on Google.”

He heard that?! You’d just gotten over a damn cold, when you were singing that song! You’d heard the song on a commercial, and it got stuck in your head!

“Which Elvis song?” Sam asked, glancing over at you with a snort – watching you shift to hide behind Steve, who was smirking at you, too. “Look at her! She’s trying to hide!”

“Leave her alone.” Bucky grimaced, rolling his eyes at his friend. He almost looked as embarrassed as you, admitting to creeping on you and standing behind your door. Thank god your bedroom was soundproof. That would be horrifying. “It was ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’.” His face scrunched up in that adorable little ‘think’ face that he did, when he was trying to remember something – where he chewed his lip slightly, furrowing his eyebrows so there was that one little line in the middle, and staring at his metal fingers in thought. “I remembered the song, kind of. I remembered hearing Elvis on the radio in… the early sixties? I think?”

He looked back up at the host, running his right hand through his shortened hair, “Either 1962 or 1963… I don’t really remember. My memories still come back in pieces. Some things are easier to remember than others, but I feel like I’m in a constant state of Déjà vu.”

“What do you do to help deal with the memories?”

“Y/n and Steve are the ones who help me, the most.” His face lightened up, all traces of embarrassment or confusion erased, replaced with a grateful smile and relaxed posture. “The whole team is a big support system, but Steve and Y/n… Steve helps me remember the good things about my past, and Y/n helps me deal with the bad things I remember. I don’t really know what I would do without either of them.”

Steve’s posture sagged next to you, as well as the sound of a relieved sigh cutting through the silence of your spots on the side of the stage. You glanced up at him, watching a small smile form on the man’s face, eyes shining with the love of a sibling – rather than just a best friend. The love of a brother who had gone to the ends of the earth to find and protect him, after losing him decades prior.

Though… It wasn’t decades for Steve. He was frozen for most of those decades. The ‘death’ of Bucky, the best friend he’d ever had, was still fresh for him. He’d gone into the ice with a dead best friend, on the radio with his best girl… only to wake up to his girl as an elderly woman, and his best friend a brainwashed assassin.

God, Steve and Bucky broke your fucking heart.

You reached up, laying your hand on Steve’s shoulder in support, feeling your eyes mist up. You could never thank him enough for doing everything in his power to aid Bucky after his time with HYDRA. You both knew a lot of it had to do with Bucky’s strong will, but Steve’s support made a difference. You could feel it. You could feel the unconditional love that your soulmate had for his brother.

He brought his hand up, laying it on yours for a moment and squeezing – as if accepting your thanks, and thanking you in return, before turning to walk away.

“-and what do you say we bring her out, after commercial?”

HUH???

You turned from watching Steve walk away, eyes widening in terror. Did he want you to come out there? On stage? In front of everyone? On live television?

Suddenly, you were swarmed by a herd of assistants, someone taking your tablet and promising to hold onto it until you were off the stage, someone putting some necklace-looking microphone around your neck, someone dabbing concealer on your black eye, and someone straightening up your clothes. It took all the emotional control that you could muster to stay calm and go with the flow.

You’d been in the public eye, before.

Yeah, but not on live television.

Just… stay calm.

As fast as the swarm came, they left, leaving you to slowly walk over to Bucky and Sam – gulping down any fear you felt, and trying to keep a neutral face.

They switched the couch to the one they were going to use when Steve came on, later, but you scooted close to Bucky, anyways, grabbing his hand and trying to ignore the giant studio audience.

“Calm down, before you give me a secondhand anxiety attack.” Bucky murmured in your ear, rubbing his thumb across the top of your hand, and giving you a slight nudge. “Everything’s going to be fine. Handshake your fear, right?”

“I definitely jinxed it, earlier.” You grumbled, watching Bucky’s thumb move back and forth and focusing on calming down – channeling your soulmate, and trying to keep a neutral face. “This is so much easier from the sidelines.”

“Hey, you’re going to be fine.” Sam patted your arm, sending you a toothy grin. “If Barnes can do it, you can do it a million times better.”

“And we’re back!” The host announced after a little countdown, floppy hair falling into his face slightly as he exaggerated his excitement. He turned to your little trio, zoning right in on you. “We’ve got a new face on the couch, tonight! Y/n L/n! Assistant to the Avengers, and soulmate to Bucky Barnes.”

You smiled, tightening your hand in Bucky’s but giving a small wave with your free hand in greeting.

“So, what’s it like to work for ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’?” The host asked, jubilant voice matching his puppy-dog excitement. “It’s gotta’ be one of the most interesting jobs you’ve had, right?”

“Well, it keeps me on my toes, that’s for sure.” You answered, clearing your throat and throwing out your fake, interview smile – usually reserved for job interviews or annoying meetings. “On the plus, I think I’ve done my job well enough that they would suffer without me.”

“What would Tony do without your vocabulary words?” Sam joked, nudging you before turning to the crowd – giving you a chance to ease up. “Tony’s been trying to ‘expand his vocabulary’. He’s constantly doing crossword puzzles and complaining to Y/n when he can’t figure one out. She’s a crossword-queen!”

“Really?” The host grinned, shuffling his notes around behind the little name plaque that was placed strategically in front of him. “What was today’s word? We’ll quiz him, later.”

“Arctophile.” A giggle escaped as you remembered his humorous reaction to the word. “It means a person who is very fond of teddy bears.”

“Teddy bears?” He howled with laughter, getting the crowd going and obnoxiously slamming his hand on his desk. “That must be an interesting crossword.”

“There’s usually longer or more complex words.” You shrugged, finally feeling comfortable – like you were having a conversation versus an interview on live television. Though, more like that awkward conversation you have with an uncle that you haven’t seen in years, while celebrating a holiday. “I also do a lot of paperwork, make a bunch of coffee, fetch meals, schedule appointments, more paperwork, and other basic assistant stuff. FRIDAY does a lot of my work for me, though, which is nice. An assistant to the assistant.”

“FRIDAY is Mr. Stark’s AI, correct?”

“Yeah. It’s pretty cool… until your standing in a quiet elevator by yourself, and a female voice just starts speaking out loud.” You glanced at Bucky, throwing him a playful glare. “It’s almost as terrifying as somebody sneaking up on me and scaring me, all the time.”

“Hey, you clocked me pretty good last time.” Bucky laughed, eyes crinkling and white teeth gleaming. “It was a good hit.”

“I think it hurt me, more than it hurt you.” You grumbled, rolling your eyes at him and turning to Sam. “Next time, Sam, actually punch him.”

“While we’re on the topic…” The host cut in, almost looking guilty as he glanced at one of the cards on the table – sending a small pang of worry to your gut. On the topic of violence? What could… Oh, no. Your black eye. “I wanted to bring up some… allegations… that have come to our attention.”

“Allegations?” Bucky asked, tensing up and glancing around the room – analyzing the surroundings. “What allegations?”

“There… may have been some allegations of abuse.”

Oh, no…

Part 18

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Marvel's What If: The Stories We'd Like to See

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The new animated series will show us alternate takes on the Marvel Cinematic Universe's timeline. Here are scenarios for every Marvel movie.

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When Disney+ hits, one of the many shows tying into the Marvel Cinematic Universe is What If, set to be on-demand in summer 2021. The show will be animated, albeit using many of the actors from the various MCU movies. Based on the What If comic series, which was created in the '70s, the anthology series has a pretty basic concept: take an important part of Marvel history, zig when the original story zagged, and then write a story out of that.

For instance, the comic had an issue where Spider-Man saw the thief who would eventually kill Uncle Ben run by and figured that stopping him would be good PR. He unknowingly saved Uncle Ben’s life in this scenario, but he didn’t learn any major lesson about power and responsibility. Instead, he became a more self-centered ass whose ego was so out of hand as a media personality that he caused a disgraced J. Jonah Jameson to found the Sinister Six as a revenge ploy.

In the case of the new animated series, the stories will be based on the movies’ continuity. So far, we know that one of them will be about Agent Carter receiving the super-soldier serum treatment instead of Steve Rogers.

That got me thinking about what other stories we can get from the movies. I’ve decided to take every Marvel movie and brainstorm a What If scenario that would work for each. Play along at home! It’s fun!

IRON MAN

What If Tony Stark Died?

The story of the movie ends where it should have begun. Tony Stark and his military entourage are under attack and a bomb goes off near Stark. The shrapnel cuts too close to his heart and there’s nothing that can be done. Obadiah Stane takes over the company. Maybe Pepper, Happy, and/or Rhodey investigate and take him down. Maybe not.

What’s important is that Iron Man can no longer be the focal point of the MCU. Presumably, things are going to get really, really bad. Especially with that time the High Council tried to nuke New York City. Then again, greedy as he is, Stane would be on Earth’s side during that conflict and could probably at least lend some kind of hand.

In a world without Stark, I can’t help but think of what all those villains created BECAUSE of Stark would be like. Imagine Loki conquering Earth and being undone by the likes of Stane, Vanko, Killian, Vulture, and Mysterio. Not Hammer, though. He’d still be a total weasel and would try to betray them at the first attempt.

INCREDIBLE HULK

What If Abomination Joined the Avengers?

A plot thread the MCU movies played with briefly before writing it off in a Blu-ray short was the idea of The Incredible Hulk's Emil Blonsky being roped into joining the Avengers. Obviously, he ended up getting nixed because he kind of went on a big rampage through Harlem, but maybe if things went down differently, he would be found less accountable...at least in the beginning.

Before Bruce Banner gets his treatment from Sterns, he might find out about all the horrible experiments he was working on and that would set off the Hulk. A surviving Sterns would still gladly transform Blonsky, only this time Blonsky would be seen as a hero for putting his body on the line so he can bring down the Hulk. With the military behind him, he’s able to win and keeps his dark side in check enough that he’s able to work with the government and be their personal weapon of mass destruction.

The way I see it, this could go very wrong during the events of Avengers. The team is going to be at each other’s throats as is, but in the original version, they were still good people. When there’s a psychopath in the midst, this can only end badly.

Poor Cap, finding out that this guy is his legacy.

IRON MAN 2

What If Iron Man Wanted to Avenge His Father?

When in doubt, go with the Soviet-controlled alternate reality. Worked for Superman and Valiant Comics. It would certainly work for Iron Man 2. 

In this scenario, Anton Vanko is able to keep his intentions to himself long enough to screw over Howard Stark, bring the arc reactor schematics to the Motherland, and reap the rewards. Ivan lives a life of luxury while Howard Stark becomes a disgraced figure in the American public’s eye, ultimately destroying himself through alcoholism.

This leads to a story where Tony Stark figures out his father's tech in order to wage a war against the Vankos for destroying his family. Add in Justin Hammer as his weasely sidekick and you got a stew going.

THOR

What If Loki Allowed Thor to Be King?

Loki was the first real “villain who was in the right, but went about it the wrong way” of the MCU. At least in the first act. One of the better parts of Thor was that, in the beginning, Thor was a big jerk and Loki was well aware of this. His initial plot was the save Asgard from having to deal with Thor in charge. Said plot gave Thor the character development needed to prove himself worthy while Loki ended up damning himself.

Loki probably could have done himself a better service if he just let it happen. When Thor runs Asgard into the ground, Loki will be there to take over and fix things. Or maybe Thor will just admit that he isn’t fit to lead and hand over the throne. Either way, the big laugh will come from someone telling Loki that if he knew Thor was going to be such a shitty king, why didn’t he do anything about it?

CAPTAIN AMERICA

What If Captain America Survived World War II?

Seems to be one of the easiest ideas. Hell, this was one of the very first issues of the What If comic and even gave us the first iteration of Bucky Barnes as Captain America. So we have Captain America defeat Red Skull in such a way that he doesn’t have to crash the plane and get frozen for a bunch of years at the end of the movie. Instead, Captain America fights through the rest of the war and we don’t have all that awkward finger-pointing that Steve gets for his Endgame epilogue.

read more: The 100 Best Marvel What If Moments

I’d like to see Cap be in the thick of Hydra’s inner-takeover of SHIELD, especially with Bucky still alive and looming in the shadows. Not only am I down for more team-ups between Steve Rogers and Howard Stark, but the idea of Cap being something of an uncle figure to Tony is too great to ignore.

THE AVENGERS

What If Loki Betrayed Thanos?

Recently, Marvel made it an official retcon that, during the events of the first Avengers movie Loki wasn’t 100% himself. Wielding the Mind Stone, he was really being manipulated by Thanos, which is their way of handwaving all the horrible stuff he did so we can more easily get behind him as a protagonist.

This reminds me of Marvel’s Earth X miniseries, which took place in a universe where all the god-type characters were really overly-evolved mutants from another planet who were endlessly powerful but were molded by the beliefs of others. In other words, all the Asgardians are scaling back their power and acting like Asgardians because when they came to Earth, that’s what humans believed them to be. Loki, being all about trickery and mischief, was the one who could see through it all and realized what he truly was.

I want that kind of energy in the Avengers storyline. I want Loki to figure out that he isn’t in full control of his actions. When Thor implores him to join him against the higher power, let Loki piece it together. The image of Loki working with the Avengers against Thanos is a cool one, but the real conflict is figuring out what to do from there. Whether or not he’s on their side, nobody’s going to trust Loki when the plan is presumably, “Let’s use these two Infinity Stones against a guy who has none.”

IRON MAN 3

What If Aldrich Killian Killed Himself?

Iron Man 3 begins with an origin for Aldrich Killian as the third most interesting character to call himself “The Mandarin.” He got to meet Tony Stark briefly at a New Years’ Eve party, Stark lied by offering to meet him on the roof later that night, and it was at midnight that Killian realized that Stark had essentially blown him off. He considered walking off the roof to his death, but was instead inspired to get his shit together and start up a big arms-dealing conspiracy.

Let’s take him out of the picture. There’s no Extremis plot, no drunk actors, no Vice President getting arrested, etc. This also means that Tony doesn’t get grounded. Part of the conclusion of Iron Man 3 is that Tony is able to grow up and move on in a sense.

People often criticize the MCU for ways it's walked back Tony's growth over the years, though. Tony’s attempt to move forward blows up in his face with Ultron, and thanks to his addictive personality, he can’t help but go back to his Iron Man ways and briefly kill his relationship with Pepper. Even in Endgame, he struggles with what kind of man he should be.

Perhaps the lack of Iron Man 3 would hinder his journey in the long run. He doesn’t blow up his armor or get his arc reactor removed. He keeps being as reckless and dedicated as he’s ever been. It costs him his relationships, but does the ends justify the means? How far can a driven Stark go, exactly?

THOR: THE DARK WORLD

What If Jane Foster Discovered Her Worthiness Earlier?

Granted, we don’t know the context of Jane Foster becoming the new Thor in Thor: Love and Thunder, but it’s going to happen in the upcoming movie, it’s happened in the comics, and it even happened in one of the first What If comic issues. Thor: The Dark World is one of the least exciting MCU entries and Natalie Portman peaced out due to how they handled her character, so let’s jump ahead to the Jane-Thor development.

read more: Thor: Love and Thunder - Jane Foster as Thor Explained

Jane’s already in Asgard for the underdeveloped Meet the Parents concept, so the setting is right. Maybe have her wield Mjolnir to save Frigga and see where it goes from there. I don’t know. It’s not like the villains are going to carry this story.

CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER

What If Nick Fury Died?

The threat from Winter Soldier is such a Gordian knot, and thanks in part to Nick Fury’s help, Hydra was defeated in a rather clean way. Take Fury out of the picture. There is no secret resurrection. He’s straight-up dead. Now there’s no finale based on releasing all the SHIELD files to the public and cutting off Hydra’s head.

Captain America and his buddies still defeat Hydra, but it’s messy. Hell, we might even get the Agents of SHIELD crew involved in this one because why not. Alexander Pierce may be killed or at least thwarted, but the story after the fact will be that Captain America is an enemy of the state, creating a variation of his Secret Avengers from Infinity War.

GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY

What If Ronan Destroyed Xandar?

What If was made for this one. Guardians of the Galaxy plays up Ronan’s disdain for Thanos and the possibility of them throwing down. Early on, Nebula warns Ronan that it’s a fight that he cannot win, but is totally on his side when he’s able to wield the Power Stone. It’s promised that once Xandar is wiped out, Ronan is going to go to war with Thanos.

read more: Marvel's What If? Animated Series Coming to Disney+

A full-on villain vs. villain war would be a damn fun episode. Obviously, like an arms race, each side is going to have to try to build themselves up with more Infinity Stones, presumably making it three-on-three by the time the two throw down. Don’t know how the Soul Stone would figure into this, but depending on how close Ronan and Nebula become...PROBABLY not good for Nebula!

AVENGERS: AGE OF ULTRON

What If Ultron Wasn’t Corrupted?

More specifically, the question is, “Could it have worked?” The creation of Ultron was Stark’s desperate attempt to protect Earth from a threat that he knew, deep in his heart, was going to come from the skies any day now. Ultron ended up blowing up in his face and caused the Avengers to splinter prior to Thanos’ run for the Stones. Had the plan worked out, Thanos would still need to invade Earth in order to get his hands on the Mind Stone and Time Stone.

As an aside: Thor doesn't know where the Time Stone is, so I figure he'll trust the Mind Stone to remain on Earth under Stark's care because he's already established that he doesn't want to keep two in Asgard.

While the previous entry is more about two villains clashing, this one is about a war between faceless soldiers. Endless dog creatures fighting endless Ultrons or empty Iron Man armors or whatever. Win or lose, this one has the potential to cause more worldwide damage than Thanos’ casual stroll through Wakanda.

ANT-MAN

What If Hank Pym Trusted Hope?

Hank Pym doesn’t choose Scott Lang to be his successor in Ant-Man. Maybe Scott’s still in prison. Or maybe Hope is his first choice after all. Either way, he builds Hope her own Wasp costume for the sake of stopping Darren Cross. She’s hindered by her inferior cat burglar skills but ends up being a bit colder and violent when it comes to ending Cross’ plans.

The real conflict comes in Civil War. Wasp is very much on Captain America’s side, but Tony Stark tries to get through to Hank Pym on the subject. Hank begins to waver, realizing that as much as he’s hated his technology being in the government’s hands, it still might be safer than what Cross had intended. This, in turn, causes Hope to resent her father all over again as the war between heroes commences.

CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR

What If Quicksilver Was Alive?

This is technically more of an Age of Ultron entry, but with a focus on Civil War. Quicksilver is able to save Hawkeye’s life without sacrificing his own. It’s hard figuring out a good switch for Civil War, but including Quicksilver in the mix might be the biggest offset. The shadow of Sokovia would still be looming, but at least he'd be there to help prevent his sister from becoming a black mark on superheroes.

Not only would he help turn the tide in the airport battle, but if Pietro were to be there for the final battle, he’d possibly be able to talk Iron Man down. I mean, Tony Stark is arguably equally or more responsible for the deaths of Pietro and Wanda’s parents than Bucky was for Tony’s parents, but Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch are able to move past that. Quicksilver can fix the Avengers before Zemo is able to splinter them.

DOCTOR STRANGE

What If Doctor Strange Used Time Travel to Save Himself?

Stephen Strange takes a look at Dormammu and decides, “Nope!” He’s going to use the Time Stone to prevent the universe from being taken over, but he goes about it in a more reckless way. He rewinds time to the point that he’s able to stop Kaecilius using magic save-states, which he figures takes Dormammu off the board. Deciding that the other magic folks can carry on without him, he then attempts to prevent himself from texting while driving.

Strange continues on with his earlier life, the mega-demon is no longer a threat, and life goes on. Or does it?

Strange was warned that overusing the Time Stone would cause massive repercussions, so things would undoubtedly go very wrong for the Sorcerer Supreme. Bonus points if this relates to Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness.

GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY VOL. 2

What If Ego Raised Peter Quill on Earth?

Ego was never going to be anything other than a monster. Charming or not, he killed a whole lot of his own children as part of his plot to kill just about everyone else in the name of finding his purpose. His redeeming quality was that he had some true love for Meredith Quill, but he didn't love her enough to keep himself from being an outright bastard. He was afraid that his love for her would keep him from achieving his goal, so he killed her in a rather cowardly way for someone so powerful.

I want to see a world where Ego saw things through and stayed with Meredith for good. What kind of person would he have become? I imagine he would have grown old, died of natural causes, and his body would have regenerated on his planet self, presumably with second thoughts on what to do with his powers. It's not too different from the Fantastic Four storyline where they turned Galactus human for a time and showed him the beauty of normal life.

But really, I'd like to see what kind of man Peter would become. I can't imagine he'd be drawn to the stars if his mother had lived longer and he wasn't kidnapped, but cosmic adventure is in his blood. Who's to say?

SPIDER-MAN: HOMECOMING

What If Spider-Man Joined the Vulture?

Getting so mad at Tony Stark that you turn into a supervillain is so easy that it seems to happen every other day in the MCU. Sometimes the bad guys even have a point! Hell, Captain America disagreed with him on whether or not to allow Iron Man to blow up Steve's best friend and that caused Cap to become an enemy of the state. It makes you realize that Rhodey's ability to put up with Tony's bullshit is the most amazing superpower of them all.

So in this What If? scenario, when Iron Man strips Spider-Man of his upgrades and gives him a time out in Spider-Man: Homecoming, Peter really loses it. When he's being driven to the homecoming dance, he tells his date's father about how much of a jackass egomaniac Tony is. In this moment of bitching, Toomes sees Peter as less of a threat and more of an opportunity in the form of a kindred spirit. The two end up working together and Vulture succeeds in stealing all that swank hero stuff from Stark's plane.

At first, it's just Peter turning a blind eye to criminal activity out of spite. Just like the OTHER time that happened, it doesn't work out too well for him. Iron Man is able to figure out that Spider-Man had some kind of involvement in the act and uses the Sokovia Accords as reasoning to bring the hammer down on him. Spider-Man escapes, but Vulture dies in the process. There goes another father figure.

Spider-Man decides to prove himself against Iron Man by taking all the stolen tech that Vulture had accumulated and finding worthy people to wield it in the name of starting up an underground, street-level vigilante group.

THOR: RAGNAROK

What If Nebula Killed Thanos?

In Guardians Vol. 2, Nebula is last seen leaving to go slaughter Thanos. We don’t see her until Infinity War, where it’s shown that she failed. Her failure is what helps Thanos realize that Gamora knows where the Soul Stone is and he goes on his rush to get all the Infinity Stones. Let’s just say that Nebula succeeds and kills her adopted father.

Now look to the mid-credits scene from Thor: Ragnarok. Before Thanos' ship arrived, Thor and Loki had an interesting discussion about whether or not Loki can peacefully coexist with Earth’s inhabitants due to the events of Avengers. This possibility would never be explored due to Infinity War suddenly happening.

read more: 20 Uplifting Marvel What If Stories

But without Thanos? We could actually see Thor as a king who isn’t bogged down by PTSD. We can see a Hulk that isn’t at odds with himself. More importantly, we can see how Loki deals with New Asgard. Especially since he happens to have a Tesseract in his possession.

BLACK PANTHER

What If Killmonger Remained King?

Invading Wakanda and succeeding is nigh impossible. You need to have the Infinity Stones or the Phoenix Force to make it happen or else you're going to end up like the Skrulls that one time -- a pile of bodies sent back to space with the message, "THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU INVADE WAKANDA," written in blood. This is one of those stories.

Killmonger is an angry hypocrite with no foresight. His plan to arm the underdogs of the world will do nothing but create chaos and untold casualties. It won't take long for Wakanda to become a major target. Rather than throw every superhero at the nation, Iron Man goes alone because he thinks his tech know-how could counter that of Wakanda's. While this is going on, Captain America chooses to go on a one-man mission to take down Killmonger after hearing that Bucky has been killed.

The good news is that Cap and Iron Man are able to work together and even work through their differences. The bad news is that neither survives. After such a failure, Nick Fury sends in as many heavy hitters as possible (deciding to hold off on calling in Captain Marvel), but the results are the same. Killmonger's regime stands tall, even though Wakanda is relatively worse for wear. He does find himself fascinated with the remains of Vision, especially the glowing gem on his head, and keeps his head as a trophy.

The dust has cleared and Killmonger finds himself the king of a global warzone. His victory is shortlived as Thanos and his Black Order arrive for the Stones. Before ending Killmonger's life, Thanos does give him credit for wiping out half of Earth's population before Thanos even had the chance.

AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR

What If Star-Lord Kept His Anger in Check?

One thing that annoys me is when people cite Peter Quill as the reason why Thanos was able to complete the Infinity Gauntlet. Yes, they were so close to pulling off the Gauntlet, and yes, Star-Lord losing control and punching Thanos in the face screwed that up. I get that.

Here’s the thing: Doctor Strange knew that it would happen and didn’t do anything to prevent it because apparently removing the Gauntlet would have still led to a loss. There was only one possible way things were going to work out and that was everything up to the end of Endgame. Star-Lord’s tantrum made little difference and, it’s possible to say, everyone might have been better off because of it.

What I want to know is why that would have been so bad? How would defeating Thanos in that moment have led to defeat? What kind of possible future did Doctor Strange see?

ANT-MAN AND THE WASP

What If Ant-Man Joined the Secret Avengers?

Rather than submit himself to house arrest, Scott Lang sacrifices seeing his daughter in order to hang out with Captain America, Black Widow, and Falcon for a few years. This leads to a major juggling act because he’s still going to get that weird vision from Janet, but things will be a million times easier to deal with because he doesn’t have to beat the clock with the Jimmy Woo business and he has his Avengers pals watching his back. Ghost is defeated, Janet is rescued, Hank is grumpy, and Hope has lost her respect for Scott for essentially abandoning Cassie.

Anyway, the most important thing here is that the Avengers no longer think Scott is under house arrest and are able to bring him to Wakanda and people can finally be excited to see that Thanos butt thing happen. Do it, Marvel. Do it, you cowards.

CAPTAIN MARVEL

What If Captain Marvel Killed Ronan?

Being a prequel that deals with the Kree, Captain Marvel features a couple of brief scenes that show Ronan the Accuser as one of the antagonists. As we know, decades later, he and Korath will become rogue soldiers out to exact revenge on the Xandarians. That means that in Captain Marvel, Ronan is protected by plot armor. What If features no such thing, so there’s nothing stopping Carol Danvers from simply blowing up Ronan’s ship instead of intimidating him to escape and fight another day.

As time goes on and Thanos needs villains to do his dirty work, he doesn’t have Ronan on hand. What he does have is the Mind Stone and what Captain Marvel has is a history of being susceptible to mind manipulation. Thanos ends up forcing Captain Marvel into being his enforcer and decides that he doesn’t even need Loki to begin with. Instead, Danvers razes Earth and tears through the Avengers. She also annihilates the Guardians of the Galaxy before they can even get started as a team while securing the Power Stone.

In the aftermath, a surviving Peter Quill is found in an intergalactic bar, drinking through his depression. A man appears before him, claiming to be his father, with the suggestion that maybe learning his true power for the sake of getting revenge on Captain Marvel (among...other things) is Peter’s purpose.

AVENGERS: ENDGAME

What Became of Thanos 2014’s Timeline?

As I already mentioned, Endgame is the only possible version of the movie’s events where the good guys win. Any and all tangents end with Thanos’ victory. So let’s move away from that.

Endgame’s time heist created two major alternate timelines. One is the alternate version of Avengers, where Loki escapes with the Tesseract and Hydra thinks Cap is on their side. We’ll be getting a whole Disney+ series on that reality.

The other is what’s left behind from the second Thanos. There’s a universe where Gamora, Thanos, and all of Thanos’ underlings and soldiers (minus Ronan) simply ceased to be. They all went to another timeline and never came back. Does that mean that Ego conquers reality? Does the Collector go forward with his plan to acquire all six Infinity Stones?

And what of Earth? This could go in different directions, considering a deleted concept from Endgame was that Thanos 2014 decided to tear apart his timeline’s Avengers before making the time jump. There’s a lot of potential in that episode.

SPIDER-MAN: FAR FROM HOME

What If Mysterio Was Iron Man’s Protégé?

So Quentin Beck created this world-changing hologram technology, watched his boss use it for the sake of personal therapy, make fun of it, and then call Beck out of line? Hey, Beck really shouldn’t have used the lives of a bunch of innocents to prop up his plan, but he had every right to be pissed at Tony Stark.

If television and movies have taught me anything, it’s that if you angrily insult your boss to his face, you have a 50/50 chance of either getting fired or getting a promotion. We saw the firing timeline, so let’s see what happens when Stark decides to actually listen to Beck. I imagine Beck would solidify his belief in the Sokovia Accords and take Spider-Man’s spot in Civil War. Just think about how anti-climactic that airport battle would be when Iron Man’s side ends up being a bunch of holograms and Bucky gets yoinked away in the confusion.

Beck could conceivably figure out Zemo’s plot through his tactics, but the question is how he would follow up on that. Does he step in Zemo’s way or does he agree and allow the Avengers to implode?

Gavin Jasper writes for Den of Geek and would love to see DC do an animated or live-action version of Elseworlds: Speeding Bullets. Read more of his articles here and follow him on Twitter @Gavin4L

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The Witch's Familiar

TITLE: The Witch’s Familiar CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 24/? AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine getting so attached to Lokitty early on that you insist on carrying him just about everywhere.  RATING: T (so far) NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 Click here

    “This is the family wing,” Loki explained as he led you down the hallway. Your hand was on his right arm. He was taking the position to the inside of the corridor, the more ‘vulnerable’ position as if there were an attack, or someone not paying attention to where they were walking, he would be between you and danger. Silly overprotective Lokitty… “Odin and Mother have suites and workrooms and such a floor up. Thor lives down the hall,” he gestured back the way you’d come. There were plenty of empty rooms, probably in expectation of a larger family.

    Loki pointed out more landmarks of interest as he led you through the wide, airy, beautiful halls of the palace. You strolled leisurely, not in any apparent rush to reach your destination. For all the world, Loki acted a polite, maybe a little reserved, courtier.

    “I still can’t believe you grew up here,” you commented at the literal palace you were walking through. You knew you didn’t belong here. You could make yourself comfortable in almost any facet of human/witch society back home, but this was completely different. Loki was just so comfortable and comforting. He didn’t seem…different, per se, this just wasn’t a side of your Lokitty you saw often on Earth.

    He chuckled. “I did grow up a prince, darling,” he reminded you gently, kindly. He was amused by your awe at the palace, though had obviously been expecting it and was preening over showing off his culture and home to you. You couldn’t help wondering, though, why he was interested in you when he was a prince. A prince of an alien world no less. You were just a little witch from Midgard…

    You also noticed the blatant stares of the palace stares, nobles, basically anyone and everyone you passed. They all stopped to stare at the pair of you. “Why are they staring?” you asked Loki softly enough that they couldn’t overhear. You couldn’t tell if it was because you were Midgardian, or if it was because of Sera.

    “Because you are a beautiful lady,” he replied warmly, the words gliding off his silver tongue. You gave him a look. That wasn’t true. He gave you a warm smile. “They are unused to the sight of a gorgeous woman on my arm. My idiot brother on the other hand…” he grinned and you couldn’t help smiling. Thor liked women and probably would have sought your attention if you were even slightly more his type.

    “Surely the sight couldn’t be that uncommon,” you teased, back to normal friendly territory. Light teasing was safe. Loki was over a thousand after all, there was no way that some lady hadn’t caught his attention in all of those years. You’d had your share of relationships over your 500 years, they hadn’t gone well, but that was a different problem.

    He scoffed. “Most of the court ladies have feathers for brains and I’ve met rocks with more personality. Plus it is hard to remain interested in their flirtations when I can hear-” he tapped his forehead to indicate telepathically. You knew he didn’t pry with his telepathic abilities, but he could overhear things even when he wasn’t trying. “-that they are only interested because of my station, or believe me to be a poor substitute for my brother, or don’t understand and fear my magic,” he explained. “You, my darling, loved me when I was nothing more than a cat, a friend, a teammate, and finally your suitor. It is refreshing to be the pursuer instead of the pursued for once and even more refreshing that you have never once wanted me for my station, wanted my brother over me, or feared my power,” he added warmly and kissed your cheek,

    “You’ve been my dearest friend since we met, Lokitty. I never wanted that to go away, just become…more,” you reminded him just as warmly. You flushed then and realized that you probably shouldn’t call him ‘Lokitty’ here. He did have appearances to maintain after all.

    “That is all I desire as well, dearest,” his voice was a warm purr. His smile changed to a mischievous smirk. “You said you were uncomfortable with having maids because you used to be one?” he asked. He was genuinely curious, but also teasing a little, probably your discomfort with the maids in general.

    You rolled your eyes. “Not everyone grew up in a palace,” you reminded him sourly, hoping he wasn’t looking down on your for your background. Though you saw from his expression that he wasn’t. “Mom was a hearth witch, a garden witch without a lot of power,” you reminded him. He nodded, remembering that you’d said you were much more powerful than she was. “I started outstripping what she could teach me about magic by the time I was five and that was much too young for me to start attending the magic school. As you well know, magic needs to be taught and used or it goes wrong.” That was answered with another inclination of his head. “We didn’t have the money for tutors, but one of the Grandmother witches was rich and powerful. She agreed to teach me if mom and I helped her with the chores she couldn’t do anymore. She let me keep the position through school. She paid decently and knew everything… I learned a lot more than just magic from her. Mom hated that I worked through school, but hearth witches aren’t in high demand and she didn’t make a lot of money…”

    Loki stiffened a little at your defensive tone. “I didn’t mean to insult, I was simply curious about your life,” he explained.

    “Sorry, I know. People just used to make fun of me for my secondhand books and robes. They were jealous that I was nearly the strongest in the class, since I didn’t come from a super powerful family, and I got top marks…. They didn’t care that I worked my ass off for those grades. They also seemed to have forgotten all about that since we graduated. I’ve been one of the most desired witches for my skills since then and have lived and worked in all facets of society from helping the poor to being a court lady… I didn’t really find anything I wanted to settle down to doing until I joined the Avengers,” He looked impressed at that part of your explanation, and was pleased at the glimpse into your past.

    “Children can be cruel no matter the realm,” Loki’s voice was consoling. “Thor was always the favorite as physical strength is prided here…” It seemed he did understand. You reached a pair of double doors. “Ready, darling?” he asked. You didn’t know what was waiting for you, but you nodded. You would face whatever challenge arrived. Loki shifted so he was holding your hand, your joined hands lifted in an older escort style than you were used to, but you recognized it for what it was. He nodded to the doormen and they opened the double doors. He led you past the long dining tables to the stares of the court seated there. He looked straight ahead, not allowing himself to get distracted by the open stares, nor did he look at all like he noticed or cared about the attention.

    He stopped in front of the head table where Odin, Frigga, and Thor were seated. “Allfather, Mother, may I present Lady Y/N, sorceress from Midgard, member of the team Thor and I work with to defend Midgard from threats, and the woman who has graciously allowed me the honor of courting her,”

    You knew your cue and dipped a low, elegant, graceful curtsy. You were very well practiced over your 500 years in the art of the curtsy. Sera balanced herself on your shoulder effortlessly. Loki didn’t drop your hand while you did, just lowered his to accommodate. “Your majesties,” your words were simple and polite, and thankfully all you needed to say at this juncture.

    “Welcome to Asgard, dear,” Frigga greeted you warmly, kindly, gently. Loki had been correct that she wasn’t going to hold the state you had been in when you arrived against you. Loki lifted your hand, a silent indication that you should rise. You did just as gracefully and Loki led you to your place at the table, he was next to Frigga and your place was next to his. Servants pulled your chairs out for you and seated you. It was something you hadn’t experienced in years and you had to pretend that it wasn’t weird. “Is this the creature from the egg?” Frigga asked you when Sera crawled to your other shoulder for a better vantage point.

    “Yes, your majesty, this is Seraphina. Her true form is a dragon,” you added and lifted the cat off of your shoulder to show Frigga properly. Frigga questioned you on the little cat-dragon, and about magic on Midgard. She wanted to hear all about Loki’s adventures there and get to know the woman he spoke so highly of. She was so open and kind that you couldn’t help liking her and it stopped being important soon that she was the queen. She was just Loki’s mom and she seemed to absolutely adore you. It warmed your heart that she did and you saw Loki’s relief as well. “Loki has done quite a lot of work with me teaching at the magic academy,” you told Frigga. That was a safe story to tell and one that would befit his standing as a master magician here. Frigga was interested in the magic school and you and Loki could both tell her about it.

    “Your Asgardian is quite good, dear,” Frigga told you, questioning your ability. Loki raised an eyebrow. He was so used to using Allspeak on Earth that he forgot you could actually speak his native tongue. Most times it didn’t even register with him or Thor when you switched over. The record without them noticing was two hours, and they only did then because Tony grumbled that he couldn’t understand what you were talking about and it wasn’t fair.

    You gave her a smile. “I learned it as a child, studying other magical cultures was part of our education and since the Asgardians had visited Midgard previously, I felt it would be best to start with your language,” you’d learned a lot of languages over the years. You had fun annoying the others by speaking Russian with Nat, or Asgardian with the boys. Nearly everyone signed because of Clint, so that wasn’t as much fun. “You’re quite kind. Thor has reminded me that my accent is atrocious,”

    No one questioned how much Sera ate and you wondered just how much bigger the dragon was going to get. You had a feeling whatever that magician had done was what had made her grow as fast as she had already.

    After the meal, you had to put up with being shown off by Loki and Thor. Thor introduced you to Lady Sif and The Warrior’s Three. “Thor’s stupid warrior friends,” Loki whispered in your ear. You grinned.

    “You best be saying nice things about us, Loki,” the taller blond one warned as he bowed over your hand to kiss it. “I may just have to woo your lady away if you cannot play nice,”

    You rolled your eyes. “Good luck with that, flirt,” you replied, teasing. He gave you an overly elegant bow while Thor and the others boomed their laughter.

    “This one ought to keep you on your toes,” he teased Loki. You leaned up and kissed Loki’s cheek.

    “That she does,” Loki replied warmly and kissed you, claiming you in front of Thor’s stupid warrior friends.

    “So why are you two back on Asgard? The Queen said this was a surprise visit,” Sif asked, concerned as to what trouble brought you here.

    “There was trouble on Midgard,” Thor finally explained. “There is a group of…”

    “Evil men who hunt and kill sorcerers,” you supplied when Thor couldn’t come up with a translation of the concept of witch hunters. Sif and the warriors all looked shocked and horrified by that.

    “But magicians are treasured,” Sif protested, still horrified.

    “They are,” Loki agreed and kissed the top of your head, reassuring. “These men are evil and posed a very real threat to my lady. We brought her here for safety and to recover from their attack,”

    “We will take care of the menace upon our return. Our priority was getting Lady Y/N to safety. Our teammates are questioning one of the attackers and should have more information for us upon our return,” Thor added the explanation. They all got distracted talking about battles and fighting and things that happened on Asgard since Thor had been gone.

    Loki wrapped an arm around your shoulders and escaped with you from the hall before the warriors noticed. He gave you a tour of the rest of the palace and finally led you out to the gardens. Sera leapt off of your shoulder when you were outside. You grinned up at her. “Go fly, Sera. I’m sure you want to stretch your other wings. Just don’t go to far,” she made a musical sound in reply and shifted forms as she flew higher. A sleek black dragon who was somehow now about the size of Toothless from the How to Train Your Dragon movies. You were still shocked at how fast she grew, but realized at the same time that you wouldn’t have to treat her like a child, which she was never meant to be, but as a cherished best friend, which is what the familiars were. She flew around the gardens trilling in delight while you and Loki strolled leisurely. She also didn’t give you away when you and Loki found a quiet alcove for stolen kisses.

#Loki #Lover #Imagine #Submitted fic #submission #nekoamamori #the witch's familiar #chapter 24

[riverdaleroundup]

Riverdale Roundup 20x21: “The Killing of A Sacred Deer”

So Riverdale was on last night. I confirmed did not watch. I couldn’t watch it on my tv and I was far too lazy to get a stream up so like here we are. I go into my PVR to watch it this morning and it’s like “ no information found” and i’m ready to fume but when I pressed on it it still played so it was just god playing a little funny on me. Anyway, when I went on the internet last night people were like shitting their pants about this episode so i’m expecting something good. I’ve got my tea. Lets go.

Apparently I forgot about every single thing that happened last episode because their little recap has me straight shook. Like Reggie shot fangs? In what world?

So the Black Hood rolls up at Cheryl's house fitting to kill her and I’m just down for that. I’ve recently decided to stan Cheryl. I love the villian with a heart of gold. Please see season 1-3 Alex Karev.

So the black hood is coming after Cheryl with a casual axe because he apparently misplaced his gun, and he hacks up her lovely bedroom door. Cheryl goes all hunger games and whips out her bow and arrow and shoots the guy. I mean she could have done us all a favour and killed the guy so we can all move on to greener pastures. Like they aren’t going to drag this shit into season 3 are they? I don’t need another pretty little liars 7 seasons of dealing it, A, or the A team, or charles or whatever that stupid show morphed into.

Cheryl is the most casual girl ever. She just calls up Betty and is like “ yeah so the black hood just tried to kill me and i’m going to go hunt him in the woods. Want to do brunch on saturday?”

So Reggie didn’t shoot Fangs. I mean I guess it makes sense. Reggie was on the ground and Fangs got shot in the stomach so that would have had to have been quite the angle.

Hiram Lodge is like giddy about this whole riot. It's like christmas morning for the little guy.

Betty is uber convinced that her Daddy is the black hood and is worried that someone is going to murder him since Hermione is offering up a casual million dollars for the blackhoods head on a platter, preferably silver. Preferably polished.

So Veronica sees Midges mom wandering on the streets looking coked out as fuck and plot twist she was the one who shot fangs. I mean she thought he murdered her daughter but I mean that evidence is so damn thin.

Reggie is hiding behind a dumpster because bitches are out for him. He calls Mr Lodge and is like “ Daddy help” but Hiram isn’t his daddy anymore. He’s got to deal with this ish on his own.

All the football players + Kevin are out looking for Reggie. They end up at the high school where Sweet Pea and his boys are fitting to burn the place to the ground. Seems a little extreme but SP is cute so I probs would have allowed it.

Principal weatherbee shows up with like a bat or something and is like “ What the fuck? All you skanks better leave rn or i’m flip.” Honestly it’s very Mean girls with the principal and and the bat and i’m honestly surprised he doesn’t send them all to the gym for a seminar on confidence. He will keep them there ALL NIGHT. He can’t keep them past four. He will keep them there till FOUR.

Eventually the gang finds Reggie at Pops and honestly no one should be surprised because there are only ever 3 places anyone could ever be in Riverdale. It’s shocking that Pop had to call Archie to tell him that Reggie was there. They had basically knocked every other possibility off the list.

Betty gets a call from an unknown number and she thinks it’s the black hood, but I mean come on. Her annoying ass ringtone didn’t go off so we all know that it wasn’t going to be BH. It’s FP calling from a pay phone being like  

“ My bitch ass little son is a slithery lil snakey snake and ran off. Is he with you? Also your dad is in the ER.”

Betty promptly gets shook because she knows that Cheryl shot the black hood with an arrow so if Hal is bleeding from the shoulder shit is about to go down.

A bunch of crazies roll up to pops and Archie is pissed that Jughead hasn’t reigned in all his little friends but get shook guys. It’s the Goolies or whatever they’re called. I honestly forgot about them. It seems like decades ago since everyone put on their favourite vintage outfits and went out to watch the street race.

So the football players are trying to barricade the shop and poor pop tate is triggered. The guy has been through enough. Wars. Riots.The whole thing. But he knows how to deal with this ish. They going to lite this place up.

The Goolies are ready to take some names but boom. The Sheriffs cruiser appears out of nowhere and the silver fox fires his gun into the air sending the goolies running.

Hot dads for the win. FP and Keller are everything. Fred is there too but everyone needs a duff.  I would like to make it clear that I audibly out loud said “ yas hot dads unite” before Kevin mentioned anything about the trio. Just want to put that out there.

Betty goes running to the hospital and into her dads room but oops get shook. Hal isn’t there, but Dr Mcstuffins is dead. Poor guy. Asked too many questions. Sounds like every single one of my relatives and neighbours.

The phone beside the hospital bed rings because the black hood just magically knows that Betty has arrived in the room, and he’s like “ listen bitch, it’s past your bedtime. Get your skinny ass home or ima kill your mom. Okay. see you in 10. Byyeeee”

Jughead is brooding at the bar when his phone rings. It’s freaking Alice Jr, Penny Peabody.

She’s all like “ Hey babe. Listen i’m still kind of pissed at you so I kidnapped your girlfriend and was thinking that i’m cut her up into little pieces if you don’t come meet me by the docks.”

Jughead is all like

“Omg no not Betty!”  but Penny is behind on the times and just has Toni. At this point Jughead is just like

“Lol sorry bitch. You’re barking up the wrong tree. Maybe call Cheryl.”

Betty comes home and Alice is just chillin on the couch, enjoying her evening. Betty is like

“ We gotta go right now.”  but Alice already has popcorn on because Hal is going to show them home movies.

So Hal’s real name is Harold? What’s sad is that I find that to be the most shocking part of this. So Hal's dad murdered the conway family because they were sinners? What did these bitches do? Not recycle? So Hal went up to lil janitor before he became big janitor and convinced him that it wasn’t Hals dad who killed the guys family but some rando.

So Pappi Cooper killed Papi blossom and became Pappi Cooper as a cover. Does not make sense to me but okay. I feel like someone would done their ancestry tree and put this ish together but whatever.

So the Conway family knew the truth about this shit and blackmailed the Coopers about it. So those bitches need to die.

Hal has darkness and Betty has got it too so watch out kids. Elizabeth might kill next. I mean she already sent Chic to his death ( maybe)

Hal is like “ say it Betty. Say it out loud” and she’s like “ a vampire” jk. He’s the black hood. BUT there’s another black hood. Are they working together or is this just some random hoe? TBD.

Oh heck BH 2 is attacking Archie! Thank God Fred was there to take the bitch down. BUT makes the fatal mistake of not unmasking the guy when he had the chance.  Fred gets shot AGAIN but thankfully ex Sheriff Hot pants gave him a bulletproof vest.

Alice and Betty are confused about why Hal is telling them all this and why he wants it recorded, and he’s like

“So everyone will understand when we’re gone, or what happened to us” or some bullshit like that. I don’t remember the exact words but it was very menacing. So like is he thinking a double murder suicide type thing or? That’s the vibe i’m getting tbh.

Jughead shows up to the docks and Penny has the Goolie with the heavy eye make up with her. He’s like fitting to taze Jughead but Juggie brought Katniss with him so they Gucci.

Penny just wants to live her life and sell drugs. If they don’t let her do that then the Goolies and the serpents are going to rumble, not a midnight, but at dawn. You know. To keep things fresh.

I forgot about this small fry guy and that he’s coming after the Lodges. Also forgot all about Veronica and Hermione shit talking Hiram while he’s out. So like Hiram is going to expose Freds affair with Hermione but Fred was separated at the time and i’m pretty sure he’s not divorced. So really it was Hermione who was cheating on her spouse. I mean yeah it’s not great for Fred but he wasn’t going against HIS family.

Veronica and Hermione are still fighting when Small Fry breaks down the damn door and is like “ your daddy killed my daddy, prepare to die.”

Hermione is a terrible shot and misses the first 7 times but she gets the bitch eventually.

So Sweet Pea and Jughead are fighting about what to do about the Goolies when FP walks in the tells everyone that Fangs died. The poor baby. They vote about what to do and they decide they’re going to fight the bitches. So I mean, shit it bound to get lit.

Although Alice just found out her no good rotten husband has murdered like a ton of people she can still verbally assault him. GOD HAL YOU ARE SO STUPID.

“Are you going to kill everyone who has ever jay walked?”

And damn, bringing out FP. That cuts deep. Kill it Alice. Oh shit Hal don’t kill Alice! Betty beats him over the head with a fire poker!

FP is stressed! So there are serpent reserves? Who would that be?

So Jughead calls Hiram and is like “ Hey buddy. I know you’re the one making all this shit happen so like let’s make a deal.”

Hiriam comes home and baby boy Andre is dead! He runs upstairs all freaked out that he might have to say rip to his fam but they’re just at the table, waiting for him to come home and clean up the dead body in the study. That’s a blue job.

So Hal is being arrested and Archie is like “ omg he just tried to shoot my dad like 20 mins ago” and Betty acts all shook like she doesn’t already know that there’s another black hood. Pull it together sister.

She gets a call from Jughead and he’s like “ I love you bitch. I ain’t ever going to stop loving you biiiitch” and then he says he’ll see her soon. COULD YOU JUST EXPLAIN YOURSELF REAL QUICK PLEASE?

Oh Hell. Jughead is giving himself over the Penny and the Goolies?  So they’re just going to beat him to death and then murder all the serpents come morning? That seems extreme.

Hiriam took care of the body with the less hot ( but still hot) more crooked sheriff and Veronica is done with his shit.

Oh hell. FP carrying jugheads body? He isn’t dead. The bitch can’t be dead can he? It’s only the second season.  Well damn guys. Guess we’ll have to see.

I’m once again not reading this over because I have things to do today. Thank you and goodbye.

#riverdale #the cw riverdale #riverdale roundup #betty cooper #jughead jones #cheryl blossom #archie andrews #veronica lodge #barchie #varchie #Bughead #falice #black hood

[hazandholland]

Anybody but Peter. Not Peter.

Written by Christina

Category: Flangst? Fluffy Angst? Angsty fluff? Whatever you might cry from happiness or pain. Or both. Who knows.

Word count: 5,761…  I think this is my longest one. Idk I went kind of crazy

Request: “Hi can I please have a Peter Parker imagine where it takes place during the civil war battle and the reader gets crushed or drowned. And when she wakes up in the hospital peter confesses his love and kiss and then a shit ton of fluff” by @anntol2001 

Warning: Mention of blood, injuries, hospital stay, medical terms, bullying. If I missed anything else, please let me know. This is an intense one, and I don’t want to trigger or scare anyone.

A/N: This is such a long and intense fic, you guys. I also did some quick research on comas and the medical terms that went with them. But don’t worry if you don’t understand them; you can understand the fic without the terminology. I hope you enjoy the fic, though!

You ducked behind the large black cargo box as a loud explosion boomed above your head, the shock wave rattling your bones and pushing your hair over your face, covering your eye. You blew the strand out of way and stood up, grabbing one of the stun disks from your belt. You engineered them, with help from Tony and Bruce so you could disable the enemy without causing major harm, only sore muscles and maybe a moderate headache when the effect wore off. You saw Hawkeye about ten feet in front of you, launching arrows every which way, protecting a giant Scott Lang, who was battling Peter and Tony. You crossed the fingers on your empty hand as you aimed and chucked the disk at Hawkeye, aka Clint Barton. The archer saw the disk coming as it reflected a beam of sunlight directly into his eye. With his nearly inhuman speed, he fitted an arrow into his bow and launched it at the disk, shattering it. The disk exploded into a small plume of smoke and bolts of electricity.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me,” you groaned as Clint made eye contact with you and smirked. You barely had time to duck behind the box again he launched a stun arrow of his own. Thankfully, you had slipped out of its range in time and the arrow collided with another box in front of you. You knew Clint was going to come face you hand-to-hand since he knew your position so you bolted up and sprinted across the debris-littered airport, ducking behind a crumbled part of an airplane wing. You loved being in the heat of a good superhero battle as much as the next teenager, but you didn’t like the fact that it was because Tony and Steve couldn’t resolve their issues. They just needed to kiss and make up. Speaking of kissing, your mind floated to Peter and you hoped he was doing all right. You popped your head out from behind your cover, looking for his new blue and red suit.

You had known Peter basically your whole life. Not that you were friends since you could walk or anything. You two didn’t become friends until middle school when Flash Thompson snatched Peter’s glasses off his face and broke them. You were a few lockers down, debating on stepping in when Flash proceeded to push poor Peter into the nearest locker. You had enough and you gave Flash an earful. You didn’t want to physically fight him, but you would if you had to. Flash started to try and shove into the locker next to Peter when you managed to give Flash a split lip and a beautiful black eye. Your parents insisted you take self-defense classes when you started to ride the subway on your own to school, so a basic jab with your non-dominant hand and a hook with your dominant fist was natural. Ever since that day, you and Peter became friends and protected each other ever since.  

You had been interning at Stark Tower for about six months, so you already knew Tony. He let you tag along in the labs, conduct experiments, and supply ideas. Occasionally, Tony and Bruce let you help manufacture new less-lethal weapons for combat. When you found out Peter had his “Stark Internship”, you asked to meet up at Stark Tower sometime during one of your breaks to say hi. You weren’t expecting him to literally swing by in his Spider-Man suit, but hey, it added to his character. And that was one more reason to be protective of the boy.

So, naturally, when Tony Stark showed up randomly in Peter’s apartment the other day after school and asked if he wanted to join his team to help with the whole Steve situation, Tony invited you too. Well, it was more like you said you were going, and Tony didn’t exactly say no to you tagging along. You wanted to look out for Peter, after all. Peter had numerous protests, but you didn’t need him to look after you.

Your protective instincts took over when you saw Peter launch a web around giant Scott’s legs and began to rotate Scott’s knees, making him falter. Tony and Rhodes flew by and landed powerful uppercuts to Scott’s chin, making the giant fall. Peter whooped and hollered in triumph. Until one of Scott’s hands, flailing about, hit Peter, sending the boy flying. You gasped as you saw Peter tumble over an airplane and out of sight, followed by a series of thuds and crashes. You stood in shock for a few seconds, your heart stopping and all the air escaping your lungs. As if there was a switch in your body, your legs behind to move, making you sprint as fast as you could towards Peter’s direction. You searched behind the black cargo boxes, scanning for Peter.

“Peter,” You whispered, tears building in your eyes, blurring your vision. You look around frantically, spinning in circles.

“Peter!” You said a little louder, not caring that you were saying his real name. You were too concerned for him. He wasn’t Spider-Man, the wall-crawler from New York City. He was Peter Parker, the little boy with the glasses two sizes too big, the teenager with the brain that can understand calculus and quantum mechanics better than the teacher, the boy with the nerdy jokes and the nervous stutter. He was your Peter Parker. And he was hurt. Tears fell down your cheeks as you ran more, looking behind the boxes.

Anybody but Peter. Not Peter.

You found him after looking behind at least six boxes. His legs were sticking out from behind one of the cargo boxes. You sprinted faster than you ever have before towards him. Your legs got tangled up with each other and you fell. You felt something hit your jaw and your momentum made you skid across the rough concrete. You felt like your palms had witnessed a few swipes of sandpaper across them and your jaw stung a little, but you didn’t think about them as you looked at the limp boy beside you.

Peter was laying on his side, his arms slightly curled around himself. His mask had ridden up his face, revealing his cheek and part of his eye, nose, and mouth. He was motionless. Your mind was reeling so fast and your heart was pounding so fast that you couldn’t tell if he was breathing or not. You gulped. You needed to know if he was alive. Of course he was alive. He was just hurt. More tears fell down your face. Peter was hurt. You gathered up your courage and hesitantly reached your hand out, gently touching his shoulder, bracing yourself to roll him over.

Anybody but Peter. Not Peter.

As soon as your fingers grazed his shoulder, he lurched up, flailing his arms about, trying to slap his attacker as his legs tried to get him as far away from you as possible.

“No no no no no! Get away from me!” Peter yelled, managing to push you, making you land on your rear.

“Peter! It’s me, you dummy! It’s me! Y/N!” You said loudly, looking at the frantic boy. He froze as soon as he heard your name. He scrambled to his knees and ripped his mask off. His gorgeous curly hair tumbled around his face as he stared at you, wide-eyed. His pink lips were parted as he panted and his pupils were dilated from fear. You sat still, breathing hard yourself as you took him in. His suit was intact; no tears or rips. He had a bruise forming on his eye, but other than that, he appeared to be in one piece. You sighed in relief. Your Peter was safe.

“Y/N,” Peter breathed, his eyes softening. Well, as soft as they could get with the adrenaline coursing through his bloodstream. He scooted over to you. He towered over you slightly, with him on his knees and you sitting down. He reached a gloved hand out and rested it on your neck, thumb grazing your jaw as he smiled and breathed out a sigh of relief. You wondered what his lips would feel like against yours. You blinked, trying to shove the thoughts out of your head. You’re just Peter’s friend, right?

“You’re here.” He said softly, looking at you with wonder. You felt your cheeks heat up and you knew they were as bright as cherries. You looked away, not wanting to leave his touch totally. Peter began to run his hands over the rest of your neck, over your scalp, shoulders and down your arms to your hands. Your heart pounded at his gentle, loving touch. The most you and Peter ever did was the occasional hug after an emotional or mental breakdown and daily high-fives. This was completely different and you didn’t want it to end. You closed your eyes, savoring his tough.

“Hey, you’re bleeding,” Peter said, fear rising in his voice. You opened your eyes, feeling your brow crinkle as you reached your own hand up and ran it along your jawline. Your fingers felt broken skin and fire shot through your jaw. You hissed and retracted your hand. You looked the boy again. You watched his face show shock, concern, fear, and anger within a short second. His jaw clenched and he looked you deep in the eyes as he gripped your shoulders, painfully tight.

“What happened? Who did this? Are you hurt anywhere else? What happened?” Peter’s rapid-fire questions made your brain overload; you’ve never seen Peter like this. He was always gentle with you. He knew how strong he was, so he rarely laid a hand on you to avoid any catastrophes. His grip on your shoulders made you wince and your eyes widen.

“I tripped,” You whispered, staring at the boy, wide-eyed. “I was running and I…Can you let me go?…” Peter released your arms and rested them on his knees, his expression not changing.

“Are you hurt anywhere else,” Peter said shortly. You knew it was a question but his voice was so dark it didn’t sound like one. You shook your head, looking at the ground. The sound of Tony’s Iron Man suit clanking against the ground as he landed broke the moment between the two of you. The billionaire’s mask and helmet were off, revealing a bloody and concerned face.

“Kid,” Tony breathed, fear evident in his voice. “You alright?”

Peter nodded, his previous anger gone. His shoulders dropped and he was the awkward, shy boy you knew. “Y-y-y-yeah, I’m f-fine, Mr. Stark.” Tony let out a little sigh of relief. When he saw you sitting on the ground next to Peter, Tony’s eyes darted between Peter and you. You gulped and felt the heat rise to your cheeks again. Tony smirked a little before his helmet and mask clicked back into place.

“You’re out, kid,” Tony said, nodding towards Peter. His voice was a little echoey because of the suit. He fired up his arc reactors and he started to hover a few feet above the ground. “Meet you at the hotel. Don’t leave till I get back.” With that, Tony flew off towards the battle. Peter raised his hand and shouted after Tony.

“Hey, hey I’m fine! I can-” He tried to get up, but he groaned and gripped his stomach, falling over. “Okay nevermind, I’ll stay here.” You giggled and leaned forward to see the battle. Scott was normal size, but sitting on the stairs of the private jet eating something. Nat and Clint were sparring on the other side of the jet. Tony, Rhodes, and Falcon were dive-bombing each other in the sky. Steve and Bucky were hiding behind some cargo crates about a hundred yards from you and Peter. You could see by the way their bodies were angled that they were trying to get to the hanger bay. You sighed, then stood up. You rolled your shoulders and neck, getting all your muscles loose. You should help stop them.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Peter said, darting to his feet and grabbing your arm. He groaned a little and stumbled, almost pulling you to the ground. You gasped and somehow managed to wrap your arms around Peter, keeping him upright. His face was contorted a little in pain as he looked at you. “Where do you think you’re going?”

You let out a little sigh, the shock and fear wearing off. You felt ready to jump back into the fight. Peter was all right, and that was all that mattered.

“Back to the fight, silly,” You said. Peter’s eyes widened and he grabbed your shoulders.

“No! You’re not going back there! You could barely even walk or whatever without getting hurt. You’re not jumping into a fight with superheroes!” Peter protested, his grip on you tightening. You bit back a groan and crouched down, letting Peter sit on the ground.

“Yeah, I’m going back into the fight. A few scrapes won’t stop me, Parker,” You said, a little irritated.

“You’re not going,” Peter said, staring you with his jaw set again. You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh really?” You taunted, feeling a smirk tug on your lips. “Try and stop me.” You rolled backward, executing a reverse somersault and jumped onto your feet, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears while you started running towards the fight. “See ya, Parker!” As you darted between the boxes, you heard Peter yelling for you. The boy was sweet, but he didn’t need to look after you all the time. You could handle yourself. You scanned for Steve and Bucky as you ran. You saw them about thirty feet from you. You grabbed a couple of the stun disks from your belt and let out a deep breath as you stopped, held your arms back then launched them forward, spinning the disks in one smooth motion. Each disk hurtled toward Steve and Bucky. Unfortunately, Steve saw the disks coming and threw his shield over him and Bucky.

Thank goodness Steve’s shield was metal. Metal was an excellent conductor. The electricity from the stun disks spread across the shield in arching blue and white bolts. Steve grunted and his legs crumbled, making him fall to the ground.

“Steve!” You heard Bucky shout as he crouched next to his comrade. Steve twitched as the electricity coursed through him, until the disk did its job and left Steve on the ground, motionless.

You started sprinting to them, hoping you could catch them off guard enough to get a few punches in. You were about ten feet away when you grabbed another disk and launched it at Bucky. The super soldier saw it coming though and dodged out of the way. You let your momentum help you out as you jumped, leaping over Steve and threw a leg out, aiming for Bucky’s sternum. The soldier dodged again and your feet collided with the cargo crate. Pain rattled through your leg as you grunted, landing on the balls of your feet, fists up, ready to face Bucky.

He was a few yards away from you, on the balls of his feet but hands at his sides. You knew he wouldn’t try very hard. He had no problems fighting a woman if need be, but he did have problems with fighting too hard and almost killing someone. That was what he was trained for. You were trained to stun and immobilize, but Bucky was trained to kill. At least you had that knowledge on your side as you circled Bucky, trying to back him into a corner.

“Y/N,” Bucky said, holding his hands out a little as he rotated with you, backing away. His back was to the corner, but there was still a lot of side room for him to escape. You need him back farther. You started stalking forward, reaching a hand down to grab your stun disks. Maybe if you hit his animatronic arm…

You didn’t even think to double-check that Steve was unconscious. The thought never crossed your mind as you felt something hard collide into your back, sending you tumbling forward. You shrieked a little as you skid, your already scraped palms grating against the concrete again. You landed on your back and as you rolled onto your side, you saw two streaks of blood from where your hands hit the ground to where they were now. You groaned and slowly stood up. Steve and Bucky were nowhere to be seen. You crinkled your brow in confusion as you looked around, searching for them. You spotted them; about a hundred yards from you, sprinting towards the hanger bay. You starting jogging towards them, the motion jarring your sore leg and now your sensitive back. You bit back a groan and pushed into a sprint. You heard whooshing overhead and saw Tony still battling Sam. You glanced at where Clint and T’Challa were dueling. Wanda and Vision were having a showdown. Peter was down for the rest of the fight, and you knew Nat was hiding somewhere, so it looked like it was just you.

Well, at least Peter’s not in this situation.

You sprinted as fast as you could, trying to catch the two super soldiers. No one had noticed that they were heading to the hanger bay and they were just jogging, so you were fairly close to them in a reasonable amount of time. You were nearly out of breath as you reached for two more stun disks in your fists, trying to figure out where you want them to go down. You decided right before the hanger bay was good, so you launched both disks at the soldiers.

You missed. You simply missed.

Steve and Bucky wheeled around, skidding to a stop as they saw you sprinting towards, red-faced with fatigue and embarrassment. You had to miss. The two men turned on their heels and sprinted towards the hangar bay. You saw a quinjet sitting in the middle of the bay, unguarded and ready for takeoff. You knew you weren’t going to catch them on your own. You needed help.

“Tony!” You yelled at the top of your lungs. “Hanger bay! Now!” You glanced up when you heard Tony fly over to you, straight for Steve and Bucky, who were now running as fast as they could. You saw Sam swoop down in Tony’s blind spot and before you could warn Tony, Sam collapsed his wings and collided with Tony, slide-tackling him away from Steve and Bucky.

“Vision!” You screamed. “Help!” You looked for the red-skinned robot-human thing in the sky and found him floating by the control tower. You looked at the angles. If Vision took down the tower soon, it could trap Steve and Bucky. You skipped to a stop about one hundred feet away from the hangar bay. Steve and Bucky were about thirty feet away. “Take the tower down!” You ordered, pointing at the building. “Take it down! They’re under it!” You hoped that that wasn’t too drastic of a move. They could most likely dodge the debris, but then they would either be trapped in the bay or outside it, unable to get to their getaway jet. You saw Vision shoot a yellow energy beam out from his forehead, slicing the tower in half. The tower crumbled, showering Steve and Bucky with rocks and dust. The two soldiers slowed down slightly, debating on whether to keep going to turn around. But before the whole building could fall, a red energy field wrapped around the tower, suspending it in mid-air. You groaned. Are you kidding me?! You glared at Wanda, who was straining to keep the tower up. Steve and Bucky began to run under the tower. You started sprinting after them. You hoped Wanda could keep the tower up long enough for you to get to the hangar. You two were friends. She wouldn’t let a freaking tower fall on you.

“Tony, let Wanda keep the tower up!” You shouted to Tony, who was still dueling with Sam. “I’m going in!” Steve and Bucky made it under the tower’s path just as you were underneath it. The sudden shift from light to dark made you temporarily blind, but you kept running, knowing your eyes would adjust soon.

“Rhodey!” You heard Tony scream. “Stop! No!” You looked up. Tony never screamed. You heard a weird sound, almost like one of those boards that when you shook it, it made a weird rumbling sound. You looked up. The red field around the tower was gone.

All was black.

Two days later

The doctors had spouted a ton of medical terms, which Peter memorized to monitor your status himself and to pass the time: Your heart was working at a steady rate of 68 bpm. Your coma status wasn’t super great, GCS 5 = E1 V2 M2, meaning you had no eye movement, you mumbled and moaned occasionally, as well as respond to external pain. A score below 8 on the GCS scale meant it was a severe coma. There was no certainty on when, or if, you would wake up. The debris from the tower hit your head hard, and the rest of the damage to your body, from the kick to the cargo box, the blood loss from the scrapes and, obviously, the tower falling on you made your body go into ultimate survival mode. It needed to replenish all the red blood cells, white blood cells, good bacteria, develop scar tissue for your cuts and make cartilage and bone for the hairline fractures that littered your body.

Peter stayed by your side ever since he saw the tower fall and heard Tony scream your name. He also hadn’t slept in nearly two days. He sat beside your hospital bed, chin resting on his crossed hands as he stared at the monitors. Peter hated seeing you like this. You just laid on your back, tubes and apparatuses hooked up to your body. He just wanted to wake up and be better. He hated being in the hospital.

Peter also hated seeing the doctors come in to check on you. They were polite, but he could tell they didn’t care about you as much as he and the other Avengers did. Steve even mailed a get well card and the biggest bouquet of roses and Bucky sent a bear and a box of chocolates when they heard what happened. They’re old-fashioned guys, so they stuck with the classic gifts. Tony booked you at the most advanced brain trauma hospital in the world and agreed to cover any and all costs associated with the accident.

He also managed to pull some strings with General Ross at the Raft to let the other heroes send you things: Sam sent a collection of funny movies and CDs. He said you needed to laugh and be ‘finally have a good taste in music’. Wanda sent natural oils to help relieve tension, muscle aches, and headaches, as well as high-quality tea and honey after you woke up. She said you could have really bad aches everywhere, and you often drank tea when you were stressed. Clint sent you a wood target painted in your favorite color, stating that you needed to work on your aim. Rhodes felt the worst out of all the heroes, especially since he was the one who stunned Wanda, resulting in the tower collapsing on you. Unfortunately, with his recent paralysis, he wasn’t able to afford any elaborate or materialistic gifts. He said he would show his sympathy and apologies with acts of service, like running to the store for you, making you breakfast and getting you anything you needed around the tower. Peter and Tony protested against Rhodes to do all that since he could barely walk. The Air Force guy simply waved them off and said he’ll consider it physical therapy.

Peter couldn’t afford any special gifts either, even with the help of Aunt May. She sent you a small bottle of scented lotion and a handmade get well card with a long, sweet note about how amazing you were. May told Peter not to read it, but he did anyway. He’d spend forty-eight hours in a room with a comatose person, so he did get kind of bored sometimes. Peter managed to scrounge around his bedroom and find his piggy bank and collected all $15.00 of dimes, nickels, and pennies to buy you gift cards for your favorite bookstore and cafe. It was incredibly small compared to the others’ gifts, but it was all he had. He wished he could give you more. You were his Y/N. And you were hurt. He wished he could do more.

You moaned quietly again. Peter felt tears well up in his eyes when you went silent again. You mumbled randomly. At first, Peter thought it was a good thing, thinking you were close to waking up. But the doctors said it was just showing you had a tiny bit of brain activity, enough to produce small sounds. They had no rhyme or reason to them. It was just the brain showing that it kind of worked. Now, the sounds just make his heartbreak. He slid out of the chair to kneel beside your bed. He gripped your cold, dry hand. He stood up and went to the table with all your gifts and grabbed the lotion Aunt May gave you. She said it helps with dry skin. He went back to your bedside and opened the bottle. He squeezed some onto your hand. He stopped when he realized he had no idea how much to put on. He tried to remember if he’d seen May wear any of the stuff. He racked his brain, but couldn’t find any recollection of seeing May apply lotion.

He licked his lips and decided to put some more on. It was better to have too much than not enough, right? He was pleased when the blob of lotion nearly covered the back of your hand. He began to work the goop into your skin. It took longer than he thought to get all the lotion incorporated into your skin, but when he was done, he repeated the process on your other hand and on your feet. He applied three times more lotion on your feet since they were bigger than your hands, and he knew you never let him give you a foot massage when you were awake since you were ticklish. Part of him expected you to wake up shriek at him to stop, your limbs flailing about as you tried to get away from him. He smiled a little at the memory. When he was done with the lotion, half the small bottle was gone. He put it back near the rest of the gifts and returned to his knees by your bedside. He gripped your considerably softer but still cold hand in his own. The scent of the lotion wafted to his nose as he pressed his lips against your hand. Man, that lotion must be really good, Peter thought. His lips were softer after just that one kiss on them. He wiped his other hand across his mouth and sighed.

“Gosh darn it, Y/N,” Peter whispered, looking at your sickly face. It was so pale and damp with sweat. He felt tears fall down his cheeks as he took in a shaky breath. “Just wake up would you?” He couldn’t hold back his sobs anymore as his heart was ripped into piece into piece, gripping your hand tightly in his. “Just wake up, sweetheart.”  He panted a little as he braced himself for what he wanted to say next.

“I love you, okay? Y/N, I love you.” He stared at you, that stupid optimistic part of him expecting you to open your eyes and say something like “well duh, Parker. Everyone loves me.” But you didn’t. Your heartbeat didn’t change, your breathing was consistent, and your body remained motionless. He choked on another sob as he buried his head in your side. “Please, wake up, love. Just wake up.”

Three days later

“FIVE DAYS,” You shouted, making your throat and head rip in half. You grunted and coughed incessantly. Apparently not talking for five days made your throat incredibly sensitive. When you recovered, you were met with Peter gripping your hand in his and staring at you with those dumb, adorable and sad puppy dog eyes. “Peter, stop looking at me like that,” You growled. You were getting kind of fed up with all those sad looks he kept giving you. You didn’t mind him being there, you didn’t want a pity party. And you didn’t want to have to fight tears every time you looked at him because he looked like this whole thing was somehow his fault.

“Yeah, five days,” Tony repeated. The billionaire stood at the foot of the hospital bed, leaning nonchalantly against the plastic frame. “Doc says you should be fine in about a month, so - Oh don’t give me that look, Y/N. Yeah, I’m not happy about this either but you need to rest, kid. The more you rest, sooner you can get into the field.” After that, Tony slipped his expensive sunglasses on and strutted out the door. Right before the heavy door closed, you heard a nurse nervously ask for his autograph and Tony’s smooth chuckle as he agreed.

“Peter,” You said, feeling a question rise in your head.

“Yeah, Y/N?” Peter answered, his face showing gentle eagerness. You opened your mouth, but you realized you had no idea what to say. Well, you did, but you couldn’t. You wracked your brain, searching for your question. It was there, but you couldn’t grasp it. You groaned and slammed a sore hand into the mattress, frustrated that you couldn’t even remember a question you wanted to ask.

“Hey hey hey,” Peter said softly, moving from the chair to kneel by your bedside and resting his hand on your knee gently. “It’s okay. Don’t push too hard, okay? You’ll get better. It’ll just take time.”  

You sighed and rested your head against the mountain of pillows that supported you. Thankfully, you were healthy enough to not need half the tubes that were connected when you were first admitted. You were a little frazzled, with a brain injury and simply over the whole ordeal. You glanced at Peter, hoping he would have a dumb science joke or something, anything to cheer you up like he always did. When your eyes met, you could tell by the gleam in his teary eyes that he had some new ones for you.

“Did you hear oxygen went on a date with potassium?” Peter asked, fighting a massive grin. You giggled and shook your head, raising a hand to wipe a tear off your cheek.

“Oh well… It was OK,” Peter said before he chuckled, eyes crinkling and smile wide. You couldn’t help but laugh at him. After a few moments of laughter, Peter held up a hand to silence you.

“Okay, word of advice,” He said, looking at you deep in the eyes. You could tell he wasn’t going to make a joke this time, so you refrained from a snarky remark.

“Yeah?” You said, concerned as to why he looked so intensely at you.

“If you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the precipitate.”

“Oh my gosh, Peter I swear-” You groaned before you let out another bout of laughter. You and Peter laughed so hard your stomachs hurt and tears were streaming down your cheeks. Eventually, you guys calmed down and spent a few moments catching your breath.

“Y/N,” Peter said, scooting from the floor to sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.

“Peter, if you tell me one more lame science joke, I’ll punch you so hard you’ll be next door,” You threatened, a little smirk on your lips. You braced yourself for another corny joke, but one didn’t come. Peter just sat there, staring at you. His eyes were the softest, richest warm brown. His hair was tousled and curled at the ends, not styled at all, like how he normally had it. He was wearing a plain grey t-shirt, not a nerdy science shirt and his navy blue hoodie you always tried to steal. He wore the same jeans, though, the ones with the faded dark wash from wear and the hole in the back right pocket from where he shoved the apartment keys. Not that you took a habit of staring at his backside or anything. You also definitely did not notice how the shirt he was wearing now was more fitted than other shirts he wore, so it hugged his frame quite nicely. And you most definitely were not distracted by his gorgeous figure when you felt his gentle hands tilt your chin upward. Before you could totally register was going on, Peter pressed his lips against yours.

Yes, Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man, was kissing you. And boy, was it good. He shifted his hand from your chin to your cheek, gently kissing you again as he planted his other hand on your other side, towering over you. You kissed him back and traced your fingers up his arm to his neck before gently tangling your fingers in those gorgeous tousles curls of his. Peter let out a little sound and dropped his hand to your waist, pulling you as close as he could to you. How long you two stayed like that, you didn’t know. It could have been three seconds or three minutes, you had no clue.

You finally pulled away to catch your breath. Peter kept his forehead resting on yours, his lips parted as he recovered his breath too, his eyes closed. His hand on your waist slid to the middle of your back, holding you close. He buried his head in your neck and breathed you in, his warm breath tickling you. Suddenly, you remembered something incredibly important.

“Peter” You gasped, pushing away so you could look at him. The boy looked shocked and horrified.

“W-w-what? D-d-did I do something wr-wrong?” He stuttered, eyes wide as saucers. You shook your head and asked your crucial question.

“Why are my hands and feet so greasy?” You asked urgently.

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Playing Pretend (Frostiron)

@teckmonky since you’re looking for fluff~

“What are they doing?” Loki asked with his nose scrunched up in distaste. Tony rolled to the side on the picnic blanket to get a view on what Loki was looking at.

“Role playing,” Tony said with an easy yawn. The spring sunlight that dappled through the blooming cherry tree above them provided the perfect amount of warmth.

“But they are not sparring,” Loki added in.

Tony got a better look at the kids. Three girls, all around six or seven years old. They were each wearing a flower crown. One was holding a toy baton that was pink and had a shiny heart on top, along with frilly bows. She was giving some speech as the other two pretended to be enraptured.

“Probably some fairy tale game. Not all role playing games having sparring in them.”

“Then what is the point?” Loki looked genuinely confused and Tony laughed. He would have pulled him down for a kiss, if Loki wasn’t so opposed to PDA.

“The point is to have fun. What did children do in Asgard to have fun?”

“Reenact battles and listen to war stories.” Loki was frowning.

“Well that’s not how we do it down here.”

He could see Loki contemplating his answer. Tony just smiled and enjoyed the weather and having his lover so close.

*

When Tony woke up the next morning it was to Jarvis’ voice.

“Sir, we seem to have a,” Jarvis paused and Tony was put on full alert, “strange situation.”

Tony turned to wake Loki, but he was nowhere in sight.

“What is it?”

“Mr. Loki is outside of the tower, knocking on the front door. I have granted him access, but he refuses to be let in by anyone other than you.”

Tony wrinkled his brow in confusion and worry.

“Put him on screen.”

Loki was right outside of the tower, as Jarvis had said. His hand was rapping against the reinforced glass next to the automatic sliding doors. He was dressed in… Tony didn’t know how to describe it beyond rags. Instead of his normal regal poise he was bent over slightly.

“What the fuck,” Tony whispered while getting out of bed. He pulled on the first pair of jeans he could find, already wearing a tank top. He didn’t bother with shoes, too concerned to find any.

Did Loki have a nightmare? Did it trigger something in him that he’d been hiding? Was this a residual effect from mind control? Had he been attacked and was too scared to talk to anyone, but Tony?

Tony tapped on the casing of his reactor, trying not to let his paranoia overtake him. When he finally reached the lobby he ran to the door, but before he could say anything Loki was on his knees, hands clasped together in front of him.

“Please, Lord Stark, lower the taxes on your domain. I barely have a penny to feed myself or my children.”

Everything clicked into place in an instant.

“Your concerns are none of mine, peasant.” Tony sneered, raising his chin up haughtily, despite knowing he looked completely rumpled.

“Please, sir.” Loki crawled forward on his knees. “The harvest was poor this year due to the drought. We can’t possibly pay you.”

“If you can’t pay then you’ll simply be jailed and made to work in my personal fields.”

Loki’s eyes went wide with fear.

“But what of my children? They’ll die without me.”

“Are you truly so foolish? They’d be jailed too and forced to labor away as they should have been doing already. You peasants coddle your children far too much.”

“They have been working the fields since they could stand,” Loki said pathetically. He looked the perfect picture of helplessness.

“Guards! Seize this disgusting excuse for a human!” His security guards glanced at each other in confusion. They knew Loki had access to the tower. “Now!” He scowled at them, using an arrogant voice that went beyond any he’d used before, even in his most prideful years. The two suit clad guards sprang into action, gripping Loki by his upper arm and pulling him up, waiting for more directions. “This way.” He turned on his heels, knowing they would follow.

“My lord, please!” He could tell Loki was putting up a fake struggle against the guards as he was hauled forward.

“Silence, lest I send you to the gallows for your insolence.” Loki instantly became quiet. Loki’s scuffed boots made a depressing noise as he was dragged across the smooth floors. The elevator opened. “Throw him in. I can handle this scourge from here,” Tony said, knowing it wouldn’t hurt Loki in the least. The guards still tossed him carefully though. The elevator doors closed with the pair in them. “Word traveled that you would darken my doorsteps of my castle, so I had your children brought here, in case you tried to do something foolish.”

Loki looked up at him from the corner of the elevator, curled up and breathing shallow.

“How… how did you know?”

“My men are loyal to me and my tax collectors can always spot a troublemaker.” Tony stared at the elevator doors, eyes disinterested. “Jarvis, to the fields.” He figured his AI would be able to figure out what he meant and he was proven correct when the doors opened to the lab hallway. “Come.”

Loki walked meekly behind him.

“Are… are they alright?” Loki whispered. Tony didn’t respond. When they entered the lab Dum-E and U rolled over quickly, surrounding Loki, beeping and whistling. “I’m so sorry for dragging you all into this,” Loki said while lower down to hug them. “Had I known…” Loki’s voice sounded tight and Tony would have to complement him on his acting skills later.

“Don’t dawdle.” Tony’s voice was scathing. “Dum-E! Fetch me some coffee! U, sweep up that corner. And you,” Tony rounded on Loki, “you shall be my personal errand boy. I hope you’re a quick study.”

“Yes, my lord. Just please don’t hurt my children.” Tears fell from Loki’s green eyes.

“We shall see.” Tony gave him a contemplative look. “Soldering iron, now,” Tony said while turning to one of his projects.

*

The morning was filled with Loki fumbling with tools, tripping, and pretending to be completely incompetent. Tony scolded him, throwing insult after insult, but trying not to cross any lines. He banished Dum-E to his charging port and Loki cried.

When lunchtime came around Tony ended their game by pulling Loki off the ground and smothering him with kisses. Loki laughed and his face became flushed.

“Have fun?” Tony asked, not letting Loki go.

“It was a very different experience, I did enjoy myself though, especially when you ordered your employees around. I think you gave them a scare.”

Tony groaned.

“Yeah, I know. Pep is going to kill me when she sees the videos some onlookers took.”

Loki laughed again.

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”

*

Tony thought that was the end of Loki’s little game, but he was proven wrong four days later.

He woke once again to Jarvis’ voice.

“Sir, Mr. Loki is in the infirmary,” Jarvis reported. There a slight undertone of exasperation to Jarvis’ voice, easing Tony’s initial anxiety.

“Another game?”

“I believe so, Sir.”

“I think I’ll dress the part this time.” He didn’t own any lab coats personally, but knew that Bruce was a complete nerd and probably did. “Call Bruce.”

“You’re up early,” Bruce observed. He almost looked concerned in the hologram.

“Yup. I need to borrow a lab coat.”

“Why?”

“For science,” Tony said right away. Bruce gave him a suspicious look before sighing.

“In my lab, far left corner. There should at least be three hanging there. Don’t bother returning it. I don’t want to know what you’re really using it for.”

“Awesome.” Bruce sighed again and the call was cut off. “J, tell Loki that the doctor will see him soon.”

He had a bit of preparation to do.

*

Tony walked into the infirmary, wearing lensless glasses, and had a clipboard in hand. He was scribbling away on the sheets of blank paper he’d grabbed, not looking over at Loki. He knew from the surveillance feed that he was sitting on an examination table.

“What seems to the problem, Mr. Friggason?” Tony asked, finally looking at him. Loki did look paler than usual. He really was a good actor.

“Dr. Stark,” his voice was hoarse, “I’ve had this cough for weeks and it’s only getting worse.”

Tony nodded, showing grave concern.

“You should have come in sooner. A persistent cough is often an indicator of various maladies.” Loki blushed and looked down at his lap. So he was going to pretend to be shy. How cute. “We’ll start with the basics.”

Tony pulled out a blood pressure gauge and Loki offered up his arm freely. Tony noticed that he wasn’t wearing his usual alien garb, but street clothes.

Tony performed the test, already knowing the results he would get.

“Your blood pressure is good.” Tony pretended to put a note down on the clipboard. “Heartrate next.” Tony rifled through the drawers before finding a stethoscope. “Breathe in deeply.” Loki’s heartrate was ridiculously slow, but it always was. He moved the stethoscope around a few times, surprised by how much he was enjoying himself. He pulled away and drew the picture of a heart then a check mark next to it on his clipboard. “Your heart sounds healthy, but your lungs sounded like they’re crackling.”

Loki coughed roughly and Tony was quick to get him a tissue and glass of water.

“I thought it was only my throat,” Loki said after chugging half the water down.

“I’m afraid not, but I’m going to need to look at your throat and take a swab to identify what you have exactly.” He grabbed a tongue depressor from a glass jar. “Nurse! We’re going to need a throat swab!” Tony said loudly.

From the corner of his eye he watched Loki’s reaction as Dum-E wheeled in, a shirt with little ducks designs was flung on him haphazardly along with a nurse hat Tony had folded out of newspaper. Loki had to cover his mouth to stop from laughing.

“Thank you, nurse.” Tony said completely serious as he took the swab from Dum-E’s claw. Dum-E let out a single beep, somehow sounding professional.

Loki bit his tongue and Tony pretended to look for a small flashlight to give him time to compose himself.

When he looked like he was under control Tony approached him. Loki automatically opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out slightly. Tony swabbed the inside of his cheek before reaching behind him blindly. Dum-E took the swab with another beep before wheeling off.

He pressed Loki’s tongue down with the wide popsicle stick and used the flashlight to look down his throat.

“Your throat is nearly swollen shut. I’m surprised you can breathe at all.” Tony adjusted the exam table so that it was a chair. He pushed Loki back slightly until he was flush with it. “I’ll be right back. If breathing suddenly becomes harder push this button.” Tony handed him a click pen.

“Thank you, doctor,” Loki wheezed out.

Tony nodded before disappearing into the hallway. His serious façade slipped and he was smiling widely. There was a small kitchen and Tony already had brought down Loki’s favorite mug and tea. All he had to do was heat it up.

He glanced around and saw that all his other props were ready. Dum-E was fruitlessly trying to pick up his newspaper hat and put it back on.

Tony gave him a pat while chuckling before tapping the hat back in place.

The microwave went off and Tony made sure the tea was the perfect temperature before returning to the exam room, looking the part of a doctor again.

“This should ease the immediate swelling,” Tony said while handing over the warm mug.

“Thank you, doctor.” Loki took a sip before sighing. Tony pretended to scribble down more notes. When he was done with the drink Tony made a discreet movement, signaling Jarvis.

Dum-E came in, carrying a piece of paper and a plastic bottle filled with the strawberry hard candies that Loki adored.

Tony took the sheet of paper and bottle.

“Hmm, not as bad as I originally thought.” Tony handed Loki the bottle. “Anti-biotics, bed rest, and soup should do you a world of good. I think I should send a nurse with you though. I don’t want you out of bed.”

“Are you sure?” Loki was giving that wide eyed look that always got to Tony.

“Yes, don’t worry. I think you’ll like the nurse. He’s a personal friend of mine.”

Loki nodded before getting off the table, clutching the ‘medicine’ carefully.

“Thank you again, doctor.”

“It was a pleasure.”

Tony waited until he was sure Loki was in the elevator before grabbing a shirt with a little tin can and reindeer pattern. It had been a gag gift from Clint and Tony had no idea where he got it.

He pulled it on before making another nurse hat, one that could actually fit his head.

When he got upstairs Loki was already bundled up in their bed.

Tony introduced himself and Loki held back a smile.

He spent the rest of the day pampering Loki before they just cuddled and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

*

Their games continued for months, from pirates to homemakers.

Tony did notice that Loki did have a favorite game though, playing wedding.

It had startled Tony the first time, but he was quick to get into the act.

It was always the one Loki prepared for the most, using kid scissors to cut out decorations, different each time. He made real cake (or cupcakes), created soundtracks, and set up seats that wouldn’t be filled where ever the ‘wedding’ was to take place.

Sometimes Loki would dress up as a bride, all in white and in a frilly dress that probably cost a pretty penny. Other times they were both be grooms. On one memorable occasion Tony was the bride and Loki pretended to be a bridesmaid as he helped Tony put on his dress which was made solely out of toilet paper.

The bots would always try to catch the bouquet, regardless of whether it was real or imagined. Dum-E and Butterfingers had gotten into a fight once over a bouquet of coiled wires that Tony had tossed over his shoulders.

Loki and Tony had laughed at them before heading to their ‘honeymoon’, which was just their bedroom to consummate their marriage.

*

They were in the park having a picnic again, but this time it was fall and Tony was already bundled up. Loki was reading a book, not bothered by the cold.

“You know I love our games,” Tony said while sitting up, leaves beneath their picnic blanket crunching under his weight. Loki set aside his book.

“I love them too.” Loki smiled brightly and his cheeks became flushed.

“There’s one I’d rather not play again though.” A bit of sadness drifted into Loki’s eyes. Tony shifted, reaching into his pocket. “I’d rather make it a reality.” He held out a golden ring. “Loki, will you marry me?” Loki was frozen for a moment before tackling Tony with a hug, nearly knocking the ring out of his hand.

“Of course I’ll marry you!” Loki said between kisses. Tony wrapped him in his arms and laughed happily.

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#my writing

[bvckystxn]

I Trust You - Bucky x Reader

Disclaimer: GIF isn’t mine, but Tumblr wasn’t working properly so i had to get it off google. All rights go to the creator.

A/N: This wasn’t a request, but an idea I’ve been playing around with in my head. It’s also my first piece of fanfiction in years so I hope it’s decent. Basically, the reader finds Bucky while the Avengers are fighting Ultron in Sokovia.

Word count: 2879

Warnings: one or two swear words.

The Tower was empty and quiet, which was unsurprising as the Avengers had gone off to Sokovia to battle Ultron. I had even begun to miss Steve and Tony’s constant bickering, which was odd as they had only left earlier that day.

I thought I’d be happy to have the Tower to myself, but with my sprained wrist there was only so much I could do. It was safe to say that I was already bored, I had started to walk down random hallways aimlessly.

Around a year ago, when Steve found out that his old friend Bucky Barnes was still alive, he was a victim, a tool for Hydra to use. But after the big clash between Hydra and SHIELD Steve told me Bucky had disappeared. It was just as if  he had dropped off the face of the earth. I promised him I would help him look.

I remembered my promise as I walked past Steve’s room. It’ll give me something to do. I thought as I laid my hand on the cold frame of the steel door and slowly pushed it open.

Steve always kept his room neat and tidy, which marvelled me as mine was always in disarray. I was constantly scolded about this, mainly by Steve, but I was repeatedly running late so I threw items of clothing around in order to find one specific top. Strangely, no one thought this was a good excuse.

I stood in the doorway for a moment, debating whether or not to actually invade Steve’s privacy by using his computer.

Steve was not only old-fashioned, but also naïve when it came to technology. This made my life easier as now I wouldn’t have to sit behind his desk for an eternity, guessing at his password.

I would have felt more at ease if I had been in my own room, using my own computer. But Steve wanted for this private mission of his to be kept on the down-low, so his was the only computer currently tracking down James Buchanan Barnes.

After Natasha released all of SHIELD’s files on Hydra to the public Steve’s system had picked up on several people saying that they had spotted the Winter Soldier shopping for groceries.

Steve now ignored all of these as every single one he had acted upon in the past had turned out to be a cry for attention from the internet.

I ran several different algorithms, searching for mentions of Bucky in the news, facial recognition, cardholder names etc. As per usual, nothing came up. I leaned back in Steve’s chair and drummed my fingers on the wooden surface of his desk.

Out of boredom I moved the mouse over to the section that would scan the internet for any and all mentions of Bucky, and clicked it. All of this was basically white noise. One post said that the Winter Soldier was showing off his moves in a ski resort in Italy and another said he was working out in some gym in Florida.

I let out a large puff of air as I kept scrolling through all of the posts, each one more ludicrous than the last one had been. Bucky was obviously hiding, he would never be at a ski resort or sunbathing in the Caribbean. How daft were some people, honestly? Sunbathing you did shirtless and if this guy did not have a metal arm, how could he possibly have been Bucky Barnes?

As I was about to close the program a picture caught my eye. Hardly any of the other people’s posts featured images, and on the rare occasion when they did they were very poorly photoshopped.

I enlarged the picture which portrayed Bucky across the road from where the photo had been taken. There were cars blocking my view of most of his body and he was wearing a baseball cap, but he still looked like the Bucky I had seen in pictures and vaguely remembered from DC.

To make sure I pushed myself up and looked around Steve’s room. I spotted a picture frame sitting on a shelf with an old photo of him and Bucky in it. I picked it up and carried it over to the desk to compare the two. I squinted and tried looking at it from different angles, but in the end I decided that this might actually be something worth checking out.

The two images were still very different; in Steve’s picture his friend seemed happy and full of life, and in the other one he just appeared tired and there was some other type of sadness that his eyes betrayed. However, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, I hadn’t seen anyone with that kind of look in their eyes before.

As I fished my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans I swiftly ran my eyes over the comment that went along with the image, which mentioned something about a location.

“Steve!” I breathed into my phone’s microphone after it had stopped ringing.

Steve’s voicemail started to sound in my ear. “Cap, are you kidding? The one time I need you?”

I hung up without leaving a message and quickly sent myself a link to the post before I shut down the computer.

I pushed the chair back from the desk and darted down the hallway, to my own room. I essentially flung myself to my knees and reached a hand under my bed.

Part of my training had been to always be prepared to run. I had taken that to heart  and purchased a basic duffel bag, which was now filled with principle essentials for travel.

“FRIDAY?” I asked, addressing Tony’s bodiless assistant.

“What can I help you with, Miss Y/N?”

“I’m sending you a picture of a man in Bucharest, Romania. Can you use the security cameras in the city to track him and figure out where he’s staying?”

“Of course, Miss Y/N.” FRIDAY replied.

I made my way to the garage, got into one of the standard black cars and started to drive in the direction of the airport.

Bucky was Steve’s friend, I knew that. I didn’t know him. I had only seen him once, when Hydra attacked SHIELD in Washington. But the Avengers were fighting in Ultron in Sokovia and I hated missing out on action. On top of that, when Steve would return and find out that I had come across an actual solid lead for the first time and just let it go, he would have my head for that.

I got on the first flight to London and got a connecting flight from there to Bucharest. Everything was taking too long for my liking, but as I had not properly completed my training yet I was not able to fly one of the jets directly to Romania.

I checked into the hotel I had booked during my layover in London very early in the morning and just crashed on top of the bed. Sleep seized me in an in instant as I was incapable of sleeping on planes and thus exhausted.

The hotel hadn’t provided many options for breakfast at all and the coffee was a disgusting watery liquid. I don’t know why I had expected anything else, I had booked a cheap hotel very last minute, of course it was going to be crappy.

Nevertheless, I put up with it, I had had worse.

I downloaded the address FRIDAY had nailed Bucky’s location down to and headed into the streets of Bucharest.

As I neared a shabby-looking apartment block I walked past a beautifully huge fountain. It’s tall structure and gold detailing on the water-spewing lions seemed very out of place in this neighbourhood, but I ignored it and continued on walking.

Bucky Barnes was my mission, I had promised Steve I would help and that was exactly what I was doing.

The building had very poor security, which was unsurprising and allowed me to enter without anybody having to let me in. Strangely, the hallways did have a few cameras, not many, but apparently enough for FRIDAY to locate Bucky’s apartment number.

I cautiously started the walk up the staircase, due to the lack of windows this was no easy task. The only real light came from the skylight, which was incredibly filthy, so that was also obscured.

Bucky’s apartment was almost on the top floor and yet, with all of my training I did not want to appear even the least out of breath, so I gave myself a moment before heading down the corridor.

Every step I took brought me closer and closer to the man no one had been able to uncover for an entire year. If I was going to be honest, it made me feel special, like I wasn’t worthless for once. My lack of training caused me to be left out every so often and I secretly believed that that was the actual reason I wasn’t in Sokovia with the others, not my sprained wrist. It took a lot more for any of the others to be “grounded”.

Finally I reached Bucky’s door, but I didn’t knock on it. I didn’t know why. I just stood there, staring at it, thinking about everything that could possibly go wrong, which included this being just another dead end.

Oh, for fuck’s sake Y/N! I scolded myself and then raised my hand. I tentatively knocked on the door. When I didn’t receive a response I knocked again, a bit louder and surer this time.

Feet shuffled around on the other side of the door and then nothing, just silence and the distant sounds of traffic.

“Bucky?” I asked carefully, “Bucky Barnes?”

“Who are you?” a low voiced replied, slightly muffled by the door.

“My name is Y/N, I’m a friend of Steve’s.”

Silence.

“Captain America.” I clarified.

Silence.

A moment, that felt like an eternity, later I registered a clicking sound, which I presumed was him unlocking the door.

The doorway then slowly opened, creakingly, and revealed a tall man, with dark hair that reached his broad shoulders. The roots were greasy and it appeared as if it hadn’t seen a comb in days.

Bucky regarded me, caution radiating off him in waves, and I didn’t blame him. But I had come here for a reason. “Can I come in?”

The question hung in the air between us for a minute and then Bucky slowly nodded and opened the door completely, revealing a one-room apartment and windows that had been blocked out by newspapers.

I slipped past him and as I stood in the centre of the room I realised that there was also a tiny bathroom adjacent to it.

“How did you find me?” Bucky had closed the door, but was still standing next to it, as if were an escape route. Which I supposed it was.

“You didn’t make it easy,” I admitted, “but we have really advanced technology.”

Bucky looked at me with a blank expression, making me feel slightly uneasy.

“I come in peace.” I blurted out and silently cursed myself the second those ridiculous words left my lips.

The corner of Bucky’s mouth twitched upwards. The smallest hint of amusement and a giant relief for me.

“I’m sorry.” I muttered, ashamed and looked down at my shoes, which had all of a sudden become the most interesting thing in the room. They were simple white tennis shoes and they made me feel as if I was walking on clouds.

“Y/N was it?” I looked up, Bucky had moved from his post next to the door and was now walking towards the kitchen counter.

“Yeah.” I told him, rather sheepishly.

“Did Steve put you up to this? Is he waiting outside?” he questioned me, casting a worried look toward the front door.

“Um.. No, not exactly.” I replied hesitantly, wondering if saying that Steve wasn’t involved was a good idea.

“Is he here?” Bucky repeated his question.

“No.”

Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed together as he gave me a sceptical look. “Steve is not here.” I restated.

I couldn’t believe what happened next; it was as if Bucky let out a sigh of relief. He closed his eyes for a second and his shoulders sagged. His whole body just seemed to relax.

I took this as a sign that it was okay for me to loosen up a little bit too, and allowed myself to sink down into his small couch that had been pushed up against the kitchen island.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand. You’re happy that Steve is not here?”

Bucky took a tentative breath as I tried to study his expression; there was still a hint of the relief he had just shown, but now it was mixed with worry and what I believed to be timidness.

“Yes.” he said after a while.

I widened my eyes at him, kindly urging him to explain. I had come all this way to be able to inform Steve I had finally found his missing friend and now that friend was telling me that he didn’t want to be found by specifically Steve.

“If Steve were here…” Bucky started and then stopped, looking down at the kitchen counter.

This time I didn’t urge him on, it had become clear to me that this was not an easy subject for him to talk about. So I just sat on his couch and waited, giving him some time to figure out whether or not he wanted to tell me. I started to think about how disappointed Steve would be when he returned from Sokovia. 

I got so lost in my own whirlwind of thoughts that I barely noticed Bucky sitting down on the arm of his couch. He took a deep breath and started again: “If Steve were here I would have to be Sergeant Barnes, but now I can just be Bucky.”

I watched him as he looked down at his hands, absent mindedly running his flesh fingers along the metal plates. He looked up and directly at me. “Do you understand?” he asked.

“Not completely.”

My answer made a disappointed and sad shadow appear on his face, obscuring his features. I took a chance and reached across the couch with my hand, laying it on top of his as a sign of encouragement.

“But I want to.”

The shadow didn’t disappear entirely, but I did register a faint gleam in his eyes as he looked at me. I tried really hard to maintain a calm and welcoming expression on my face as he did so.

“Okay.” he said after a while, shifting his body ever so slightly towards mine.

“As you undoubtedly know, I lost all of my memories, but now I am very slowing recalling little things. The thing is, after seventy years of having your slate constantly wiped clean there are certain things that you lose for good. From our last encounter I have reason to believe that Steve figures that that’s not true. I remember him never wanting to give up, and no matter how many times he tells me that I’m not the Winter Soldier, I know I am. I know I will never be that Bucky again, the Bucky he grew up with, Sergeant Barnes. But he believes I can be and every time I prove him wrong I remember the disappointment on his face. After what Hydra did to me, I can never go back, it will always be a part of me. Don’t get me wrong, I want to remember, I even document every memory that comes back to me, but I just can’t face his disappointment again. At least, not yet.”

After Bucky had finished talking I didn’t  know what to say, what the right words would be.

“That must have been very difficult for you to admit to me.” I told him after I had let it all sink in, “Thank you for trusting me and explaining.”

“Please don’t tell Steve.” Bucky said suddenly, grabbing hold of my hand, surprising me.

“That you don’t want to disappoint him?”

“No, please don’t tell him that you found me.”

I looked into Bucky’s eyes and for a split second they reminded me of a dog’s. They were big, pleading, full of genuine fear and they looked straight into mine.

I knew Steve would murder me if he ever found out, but Buck’s eyes made me feel so guilty and it was as if I could feel his fear seeping into me through them. I was aware that that wasn’t possible, but yet I agreed to keep it all a secret. I just felt so bad for him.

“I just have one question.” I said.

“Yes?”

“Why did you tell me everything?” I loved the fact that he told me, but I was so confused when it came to why as I was a complete stranger.

“I don’t know.” he admitted, confusion lacing his voice, “I guess I get this feeling that I can trust you.”

Tags: @ravishyourheart

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[parker-1962]

What the Fuck Peter-Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Sorry I haven’t posted anything in a while, I was seriously struggling to write and didn’t want to post some random crap, but here is a fic anyway. I have no clue where I got the idea for this one from Hope you like it anyway.

Masterlist

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 The Building was burning like the fires in hell, it was an arson attack and you responded quickly. Everyone had been evacuated and you had to do one final lap of the building just to be sure. You flew around the perimeter dodging the flames that the building spat out attempting to tame the fire as you shot water from your palms. The building seemed to be empty and with only a few injured, you thought you had done a good job at saving everyone. Well, everything seemed great until…

A scream.

It pierced your ears and your heart plummeted out your chest. You scanned the entire building until your eyes fell on a little girl, no older than six, clutching a teddy bear. She let out another scream then followed it with,

“Help! I can’t find my mommy!”

You flew over to her, tears streamed down her face and her cheeks were red and puffy.

“It’s Okay” you said trying to convince yourself more than the girl, “Your mummy is safe”

The walls around her started to fall, and her whole body shook with them, you shot water at the fire around her attempting to keep her safe.

“N-N-No, I can’t find her. She disap-p-peared”

You put your hand as close toward the girl as you could, you still stayed a distance away. If you got too close, the building would crumble and you can’t shoot any water if It got to hot, which wouldn’t end well for anyone, “Grab my hand sweetie, I can take you to your mommy, Now what’s your name?”

“E-Emily, b-but you need to save my mommy, s-she is t-this way” and with those last word the young girl disappeared into the smoke. You flew in behind her as fast as possible, the smoke filled your lungs and it blinded you. You screamed out her name and the building grumbled at you in response. Then with a cough and a splutter you heard a soft, “Help”

“Emily!” you screamed in the direction of the noise.

The little girl was still clutching the teddy, and the tears were vanishing from her eyes into the black air.

You Flew towards her, arms open, ready to drown her in them. Then the walls quaked and the ground crumbled. She disappeared into the hole that was where she once stood. You breathed in deeply, filling your lungs with the black smog.

You had to get out, she was gone and you couldn’t save her, you had failed. You tried so hard to do your best, be as great a superhero as you could be. Whilst you didn’t know how to control all your powers or what they were. You still tried to do your best. But your best wasn’t good enough. You let a little girl die.

You killed her.

You shot out the building like a rocket not caring to talk to the Police officers swarming on the ground. You didn’t want to explain what had happen, you didn’t want to have to tell her mother and father that you killed their daughter. You couldn’t face it.

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 “Greenfeld Tower arson attack” Flashed across the screen, then it was swiftly followed by two news casters with the fakest smiles you had ever seen plastered onto their face.

A tall Blonde woman spoke, “Sadly, today in the recent tragedy a young girl has lost her life despite our mystery hero’s best effort, the hero has been given the name ’BlackSea’ after her trade mark black suit and water powers” The news caster began to get into the gory details of the incident, all of which you lived through so you tuned it out. You stared down into the cartoon of noodles sat in your lap, trying to deal with the fact you killed that poor girl, you were pulled out of your thoughts by your mother’s voice.

“I still can believe what happened to that building, and that poor little girl” Your mom said as shook her head disappointingly whilst she put another fork of noodles in her mouth. She continued to babble on about the attack, you slowly lifted your head up to the flashing television staring at it blankly, all they talked about was that tower…and Emily. It was your fault, you hadn’t touched your food, you only focused on keeping the tears at bay within your eyes.

“Hello!? Earth to Y/N?” your mom shoots you a concerned look, “Is everything okay with you? You seem different”

You gave her an unconvincing nod, looking at her reminded you of the night your father died and how depressed you were. You had done that to Emily’s parents. You nodded again as your mom’s concern grew more. Then the tears spilled, they swam down your face, pouring out your eyes like a dam had just burst.

“Oh Sweetie, What’s wrong?” She threw the take-out onto the coffee table carelessly and surrounded you in her arms. You listened to her increasing heartbeat, as she gently let out a soft “shhhh” like you were a baby she was attempting to soothe. It miraculously worked and the tears subsided.

“I-I just m-miss dad” you manage to splutter out, she softly combed her hands through your hair.

“I do too Sweetie, I miss him every day” She broke away from you, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead and an encouraging smile.

“I love you Mom, I should start on my homework”

“I love you too Honey”

You headed into your bed room. The walls were painted a deep purple not that you could see them as they were covered in books, you had cushions and pillows everywhere. Sitting in your room was like having your own private library, your personal safe-haven. But tonight, you weren’t going to do homework, nor were you reading any of your books.

You adorned the tight black suit, placed the tiny mask over your face and adjusted the weaponry in your belt, then flipped out your window and flew off into the night sky.

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You came to a sudden halt; your body was incased in a strange white webbing with two supports attached to the buildings at either side of you.

“What the hell?!” you exclaimed, this had never happened before. The webbing was tight, but you could easily reach your knives attached to your belt and could escape, but you didn’t. You were curious and wanted to see who had captured you, so you stayed still.

“Gotcha, Mr. Stark is gonna be so happy about this!” A boy or a man, well it was Spider-Man really, was hanging upside down right in front.

“Alright Spider-Boy, what do you want?!” You said this impatiently, Y/N would have totally freaked out that she was talking to Spider-Man but you weren’t Y/N. You were the confident Hero of Queens: BlackSea. Spider-Man had approached you many times trying to convince you to join the Avengers or at least talk to Mr. Stark about them.

“You know what I want, Come talk to Mr. Stark. He really wants to know more about you”

“No, I’m not Going, He only cares about my powers, and what I can do with them. He only cares about himself not me, not you, so let me go” and with that you grabbed your knife and with a quick swift motion freed yourself from Spider-Man’s webbing, you tried to fly away again, you wanted to do your job.

 Spider-Man shot a web onto your wrist, “Don’t talk about Mr. Stark like that, he’s done greater things than you ever will, he does care. So, don’t make him out to be a self-centered asshole, he isn’t”

“Oh really, try tell that to my dead father, he was killed by your precious ‘Mr. Stark’ or maybe the thousands of other innocent people that have died for his silly fights over the years. Don’t make him out to be an innocent man, he’s killed more people than you could even imagine” you sneered at Spider-Man, you understood why he idolized him, but he never once thought of the pain that man has caused for the Avengers. You were hot with anger, you felt it boil inside you and the tears that were streaming out your eyes hissed against your hot skin.

“All he wants to do is help, he has done better than you. You let that girl die, what was her name? Emily, is it? Or rather ‘was’ it?” He nodded his head challenging you, and that’s when you lost it, he is not going to talk about that little girl like she was nothing and just dismiss you father’s death like he had no importance. Before you could stop yourself a hot burst of fire shoot from your hand, then followed by another and with each attack Spider-Man swiftly dodged.

“Holy Shit, I didn’t know you could do that?!”

‘Yeah neither did I”, you thought, well once this fight was over you would head to the warehouse-Basically it’s an abandoned Industrial estate, the perfect place to mess about with your powers.

You shoot at Spider-Man again, this time with water, but he coated both your hands in his webbing and before you know it he had knocked you out.

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White, it pierced into your eyes and it was all you could see.

“Ah, Miss L/N you have woken up” you squeezed your eyes shut, readjusting yourself to the light and this voice, It was Tony Stark’s. ‘that is not Tony Stark’s Voice, that is not Tony Stark’s voice’ you screamed it loudly in your head.

“Hey Y/N” you opened your eyes, the overly familiar mop of curly brown hair and deep chocolate eyes appeared before you, ‘The fuck Is Peter Parker doing here’. Peter was your friend but you didn’t think you were that close that he would visit you in…Where were you?

“Em, can someone tell me what’s happening?”

“Oh, my apologies Y/N, or should I say BlackSea, our friend Spidey over here caught you and since you had a few injuries we thought we would patch you up” Tony said wiggling his eye brows at you.

“I didn’t agree to come her but what do you mean? Spider-Man isn’t here”

“Heh, well you see Y/N I have something to tell you…” Peter spoke up but began to trail off.

“Oh My God, Peter You’re Spider-Man” Peter flashed an awkward smile accompanied with an equally awkward laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck. You connected the dots, it all made sense but it also made no sense. Peter Parker Is Spider-Man, it sounds crazy.

“What the Fuck Peter?!”

“Hey! Language!” Steve appeared in the room now.

‘What the Fuck is going on?!’

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[wandaisfierce]

The Case For Wanda

I saw a post going around recently that basically talked about what a horrible person the Scarlet Witch is in the MCU. I really wanted to write out my own views on Wanda. There is so much bouncing around in my head that it’s hard to get it down, but here goes nothing.

Wanda Maximoff was ten years old when her parents were killed. She and her brother were children, who were trapped with a bomb for two days. That kind of childhood trauma could definitely cause Wanda and Pietro to become somewhat obsessed with Tony Stark being to blame for their parents’ deaths. They didn’t know any better at the time. That stuff sticks with you even after you grow up. By the time they were old enough to maybe realize that Tony wasn’t to blame for dropping that bomb, their hatred had already become a cornerstone of who they were.

It doesn’t help that Tony was very blatantly apathetic about the weaponry his company produced until he became a victim because of it. He lived large, made a name for himself being as wild and uncaring as he wanted to be.

Sokovia is a war-torn eastern-European country. The type of capitalism and decadence that Tony lived and breathed would have been totally foreign to citizens of Sokovia. And then he becomes Iron Man- shuts down his general weapons manufacturing, but makes himself into a weapon. Iron Man is flashy and just as outwardly “Tony Stark” as Tony Stark has ever been. Iron Man can decide who he helps. Does he help Sokovia? No. So Wanda and Pietro would feel no kindness towards him at this point.

Keep in mind that other Sokovians don’t like Iron Man either. In Avengers: Age of Ultron, there is anti-Iron Man graffiti on the buildings, the people are upset when the Iron Legion is sent in to try and prevent collateral damage, and someone even attacks one of the Legionnaires. In a deleted scene from AoU, there is even anti-Captain America graffiti, so negative feelings for the Avengers aren’t just held by Wanda and Pietro. There’s a lot more going on there. Sokovia is their home, though, and they would hold the Avengers in the same sort of contempt as their fellow citizens do.

So Wanda and Pietro volunteer for Hydra’s experiments. Only at the time, Hydra was still masquerading as SHIELD, so they had no idea they were volunteering for a nazi organization. They probably didn’t know that until well into the experiments. As shown at the end of Captain America: the Winter Soldier, they were still gaining control over their powers when SHIELD fell.

Why volunteer? As explained in AoU, they wanted to help their country. They thought SHIELD would help them with that. They thought they would finally have the power to make real change happen, and to perhaps avenge their parents. They tried to change things through protests, but that didn’t work. How else could two poor, angry young people try to make a difference? How betrayed must they have felt when they learned who really ran the experiments? At the end of AoU, Cap tells Pietro that “This is what SHIELD is supposed to be.” Pietro responds saying “This is not so bad.” Because they had a horrible experience with what they thought was SHIELD, when it turned out they had been lied to.

Point is, both Wanda and Pietro have wanted to help people. They wanted to make positive changes in the world, even if they still had revenge in their hearts as well.

They took the opportunity to fight the Avengers when the Avengers stormed the Hydra base they were in. Wanda messed with Tony’s head and gave him a lot of fear, probably setting off his PTSD, which it seemed he had been coping with. That’s what she felt inside him that she knew would destroy him, even if she didn’t have the words for it.

Wanda did not know, and could not have known, what Tony would do with the scepter. She didn’t know he was going to create Ultron. She let him take it because she knew it (his fear) would destroy HIM. Ultron was a complete surprise to her.

They worked with him because they seemed to have the same goals- saving the world, and destroying the Avengers. They did what it took to achieve their goals. Not going to excuse the things that were done. Wanda caused some serious trauma to the Avengers when she got into their heads in the shipyard. She didn’t pull her punches. And bad things came from that, with Hulk going on a rampage being at the top of that list. Giving people another reason to fear/hate the Avengers is another. After the battle in New York, there was some negative talk, now there was even more.

Wanda’s actions that day have not been handled/acknowledged onscreen, but the Avengers had to have spoken to her about it before letting her on the team, even if just to caution her against using her powers in that way again. Neither Captain America or the Black Widow (who was so badly affected) would have just let it go.

As soon as Wanda and Pietro found out that Ultron was going to destroy the world, they switched sides against him. Makes sense. They fought with the Avengers, and Wanda actually found a connection with Clint. He gave her the courage to carry on with the fight. Her attitude towards them was changing. It probably also helped to see how hard the Avengers were fighting to save her people. It seemed to make a difference for Pietro as well.

On to Captain America: Civil War. Wanda is, in my estimation, about 19 years old in this. This is based on Clint’s comment to her about going back to high school, as well as Cap saying she’s just a kid, and also her own fashion choices and attitude. She seems to be no older than nineteen. CW is set a year after AoU, so she was eighteen during that. Winter Soldier happened approximately a year before AoU, so she was probably either sixteen or seventeen when she and Pietro volunteered for the experiments, depending on how long the experiments took to get them to the point you see in WS.

Keep in mind, Wanda lost her brother a year ago, and has never been without him before. This has all been a completely new situation for her. It’s a completely new lifestyle, even, and has probably taken a little adjusting to. She has, more than likely, been dealing with extreme depression since what happened in Sokovia. Probably homesickness. She’s dealing with a lot of pain.

So, she makes a mistake in Lagos and is horrified and guilty. She’s watching the world come down on her for this mistake. Really, no one on TV is mentioning Rumlow and the fact that it was his bomb that she was protecting people on the ground from. Many more people would have been injured or killed if that bomb had gone off in the marketplace, but no one talks about that. They just blame her for not being able to save everyone. She’s handling this at nineteen (give or take).

After Ross’ little speech to them, she is quiet. Voices no opinion at all. Because she is feeling guilty and powerless. You can see it on her face and in the slump of her shoulders.

And then Tony decides to have her confined to the compound. He doesn’t tell her. He doesn’t even have Vision tell her. Vision doesn’t let on until he absolutely has to because she’s trying to go out. That’s not a great way to discover you’ve basically been imprisoned in your own home, and no matter how cushy it is, it’s still a prison. She’s being kept locked away from the world and treated like she’s dangerous by people who are supposed to have her back, people she trusts, and for an indeterminate amount of time.

And yet. You know she is trying to be understanding of why Vision is doing this. She knows he is loyal to Tony, and doing what he thinks is right by the accords, but she wants to know what he himself wants. She wants to see if he has his own opinion. And he does, and she may not (and doesn’t) like it, but she accept it. She doesn’t argue with him, as far as we know. She accepts his answer that he wants people to see her as he does.

Vision is her friend. Judging from the level of comfort they have with each other, they’ve become good friends. She has begun to have feelings for him, per the directors’ commentary. She feels betrayed by him keeping her in the compound without telling her.

And then Clint shows up and wants her to leave with him to help Cap. She trusts Clint. She cares for Cap. He seems like a mentor and brother figure for her. Her first instinct is to follow Clint, so she starts to. It’s only after Vision arrives that she thinks twice, because now it’s not leaving. Now it’s breaking out. She is afraid of herself and doesn’t want to hurt anyone else, which is something Vision and Tony have encouraged her to think can and will happen.

Choosing to go with Clint was Wanda finally choosing her course. She didn’t want to be locked up. She wanted to be free to do whatever she chose and to trust herself. Deciding to take control of the mind stone to disable Vision wasn’t kind. She didn’t want to do it. She even apologized at the time. But fighting him for her freedom would’ve been worse. There would’ve been collateral damage and possibly some bad injuries. They are too powerful, both of them, to risk a fight like that in such a contained space. More than the floor would’ve been destroyed.

“I can’t control their fear. Only my own.” Wanda has to finally decide not to let her own fear of herself hold her back. That’s what this is. Her accepting and conquering her fear. She doesn’t want people to be afraid of her, but they will be anyway by virtue of her power alone. It doesn’t matter what she does with it. People will be afraid even if she does nothing wrong, and she has to be able to move on from that. You cannot live your life ruled by fear, especially the fears of other people. Wanda is finally taking control of her life back.

Wanda didn’t want to hurt Vision, but she wanted to be free. And in the end, she ends up locked away anyway.

I’m not saying she’s perfect by any means. Wanda has done some bad things, and made some bad choices. What I’m saying is that there were reasons for the choices she made. She wasn’t being an evil or selfish person any more than the other heroes in these movies. And I think that, just because we didn’t see her suffer any consequences for her actions during AoU doesn’t mean there weren’t any, even if it was just being held accountable by Steve and Natasha.

In summary, let’s cut her some slack, people. Contrary to popular belief, she’s only human.

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The Judge

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Tony Stark had been raised in the spot light and luckily fame suited him. When life forced his hand to make the suit to ensure his survival, he thrived and his fame grew more. With reluctance on Fury’s part, Tony was eventually allowed to join the Avengers where he met you. Initially, to Tony, you had just been someone to prove wrong, you were an agent and a close friend of both Romanov and Barton and to put it plainly, you simply couldn’t be bothered to deal with the super-ego that was Tony Stark. Dealing with a rich boy playing superhero held no appeal for you, no matter the origin or original need for the suit.

And he hated it.

People either loved him or loathed him but nobody just ignored Tony Stark and so what started as stubborn attention seeking on his part slowly developed into a need for your approval. After a while you grew warmer to his presence and when he and Pepper called things a day, amicably for the most part, he showered you with affection.

Thankfully, as you were wondering why your new friend had become so needy, Barton took pity on you and explained that Tony was ‘pursing you’ and after a girl’s night with Natasha and Clint’s wife, you decided you weren’t completely against the idea.

By the time the pair of you had gotten your heads together and decided to try going on a date the Avengers were a household name and Tony Stark was a name on everybody’s lips, his fame had peaked and he was about to realise how deadly fame could be.

When Tony was first called out over a network broadcast by a guy calling himself The Judge, Tony had laughed during the press conference. “I don’t know which court he thinks that he’s ruling the guy is clearly a whack job.” Tony laughed to the cameras. You stood to the back of the room with Clint, Nat and Steve. Steve nudged you and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Jarvis is trying to find an address for the broadcast.” “Let’s hope that we can keep Tony behaving himself until then.” Nat mused. “This is Stark that we’re talking about.” Clint sniggered. “Hey that’s Y/N’s almost boyfriend that you’re badmouthing.” Nat argued. “Hard to deny it though.” You smirked as did your friends.

You focused back into the conference as Tony laughed and leaned down into a reports mic. “The guy couldn’t even choose a decent name. You can tell him from me: anytime, anyplace.” He boasted as the sea of reported erupted in flashes of photography. You sighed and leaned back against the wall, “So much for keeping him out of trouble.” Steve patted your shoulder and Clint gave you a fake sympathetic smile, “Come on, the attitude problem is at least 40% of why you like him.” Crossing your arms you watched Tony lapping up the attention and moulding the reporter’s opinions in the way that only he could, “About 30%.” You answered Clint who laughed.

The laughing stopped soon.

The Judge was a lot more resourceful then any of you could have guessed and he had twice now had Tony attacked in public by hired assassins. Luckily Tony always had a version of his suit on him since its systems helped him breath through his panic attacks and the second time you had been on your way to meet Tony when you had seen Iron Man throwing people around in the middle of the road and hit two of the assailants with your truck.

He’d given you a high-five mid battle for that one.

But that was the last straw and you decided to it was time for Tony to go into lockdown and after a blinding row where you threatened to run him over too, he agreed to go along with it – for now.

And he did really mean too, he spent three whole days in doors and spending them in bed with you or downstairs in his lab with Bruce helped him take his mind off of the fact that he was basically grounded and that he was sure Steve, with his perfect fucking face, was rubbing it in.

But then the letters came.

They were unassuming normal envelopes and usually he’d ignore all post and have it sent through to Pepper’s assistants to open but these didn’t have the company address on, they simply had ‘Tony Stark’ scrawled across them. Out of sheer boredom he stuck his finger under the lip of the envelope and ripped it open and pulled out the contents. There was no letter only a photograph of you carrying a stack of pizzas down the street that was carrying a stack of other boxes full of side dishes.

Tony’s brow furrowed and he leaned forward in his chair to study the photo because dropping it on the desk and opening another envelop. It was a photo of you and Nat at the coffee shop down the street.

He opened another. A photo of you and Tony hiding out on the balcony during one of his fancy business parties.

Another. You fixing Tony’s tie.

Another. You doing the grocery shopping with Clint.

Tony swallowed hard, his heart already thumping. The last photo was from today, you’d come down to the lab in that outfit to ask if he needed anything because you were going to shop with Clint. He opened the last envelope and pulled out a crumbled notepad page with a cell phone number scrawled across it. He felt so dizzy that he could barely punch the numbers into his phone. He held his ear to his phone, he knew that he was about to get his time and place. The phone clicked as though someone had answered and his breath hitched but when no one spoke Tony was overcome with rage, “Listen Judge or whatever bullshit name you decided to call yourself, your problem is with me not her. You got that? You leave her out of this.” He snarled.

“I’m watching her right now as a matter of fact,” The male voice answering was steady and unaffected by Tony’s outburst, “I can see why you were jealous of her and Clint’s friendship but I’m sorry to say she seems to be smitten with you. Can’t see why for the life of me, the poor girl.” “Leave her out of this, it’s me you have a problem with.” Tony pleaded. The voice on the other side let out a humoured breath, “You don’t get to make that call and unless you follow what I say to the letter then it will be her problem, Mr. Stark.”

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Pissed, mad, furious, livid.

None of them came close to describing just how fucked off you were with Tony right now. Okay so you hadn’t expected him to go along with the whole ‘grounded’ thing for as long as he had but flying off on his own to go fight some super villain.

Well, you were gonna kick his ass.

He hadn’t left you a note or anything, you’d simply come down to the lab to bring him his damn blueberries and found creepy photographs of yourself hidden under his trash. Looking in weird places for clues was a shield thing. Bruce tried to access JAVIS for you for any indication of what could have happened and, after some probing, it seemed that JAVIS must have been busy being used within Tony’s suit and Bruce was able to get you security footage of Tony’s phone call.

You wanted to punch the stupid man in his stupid beautiful face but you knew that if you’d been presented with the same situation then you probably could have took off on your own to try and fix it as well. Why this Judge guy would have chosen a mountain for a showdown was beyond you but if you had to guess it would have been because of the difficultly that it gave Clint and Nat when trying to land the carrier. Steve and Thor jumped out before you’d even landed and just as it touched down you were skidding down the ramp and towards the sign of battle. You made it to the fight just as Thor caught an injured Iron Man mid-flight and Steve punched his assailant off into the trees. He was a monster of man, even the giant forms of Thor and Steve were dwarfed by this man.

He couldn’t be human.

But you didn’t care right now, Thor set Tony down as you skidded to kneel next to him before leaving to help Steve, God knows that he’d need it. Your hands found the back of his helmet instantly and lifted the release switch. The mask withdrew and you could see his face. His eyes stayed close and you leaned down to his face and waited, terrified, until a soft breath escaped his lips and tickled your cheek. Your relief came out as a loud groan as you leaned down and kissed his nose, his cheeks and his forehead in pure happiness. “JARVIS, can you give me a run down?” You asked loudly hoping that somehow Tony’s programming would have allowed for something like this. Thankfully, he had. “Mr Stark’s breathing is laboured and he’s suffered an abdominal wound that’s caused an internal haemorrhage.” The words made you pale and you pressed your headset, “Did you guys hear that? Clint, Nat we have to get him out of here now.” Gunfire answered you in your ear before Clint’s shouting, “Try to get him comfy Y/N, we can’t leave Thor and Steve with this guy. He’s kicking our asses.” You hissed in anger and focused back on Tony, his eyes where still closed but he tried to move his hand. You caught it and whispered down, “Shh, don’t move Tony. Don’t panic, I’m here.” “Y/N.” He croaked out and it looked as though he was trying to open his eyes but was too fatigued, “You gotta get out of here, he’s gonna-”

“I don’t give a shit,” You hissed, your hands on his cheeks, “I’m not going anywhere until you’re okay.”

With JARVIS’ help you navigated Tony into a position that would be more comfortable for him but your head snapped up at the sound of engines and an almighty roar. The Hulk slammed down with both feet right before you with War Machine landing beside him.

“Cavalry’s here. Someone help Y/N get Tony outta here.” Rhodes ordered. “Clint go with Y/N, we’ll need Nat to help settle down the big guy.” Steve told you and then Rhodes and The Hulk where gone soon to be replaced by Clint who helped you move Tony and his ridiculously heavy suit back to the carrier with Clint joking all the while about how he always had to come and save Tony’s ass. He was trying to cheer you up but right now all you wanted to do was get Tony somewhere safe and to a decent doctor. He came around slightly on the flight back, his hand finding yours and he breathed harshly, “Don’t want surgery.” You gave him a soft smile, “Tony you need it, I’m sorry.” “No.” He spat out, his dark eyes opening and focusing on you. Pleading for you to understand and you did.

You put your hand on his cheek, held his gaze and gave him a lovely smile before leaning down to whisper, “I know you’re scared but you’re safe. You’re not back in the cave and they won’t touch the Arc reactor. They’re going to help you. I promise you that you’re safe, I’m not going to ever let anyone hurt you like that I promise.” His eyes welled but he stared at you and you whispered your promise again.

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Tony freaked out when he woke up but you’d seen it coming so you were sat beside the bed and caught him before he could hurt himself or the doctors. You held him to you and his arms clamped around your body, he pushed his face into the crook of your neck and breathed through his panic. “You’re safe.” You whispered and moved your hands up slowly to run them through his hair and hmm’d lowly. “He was going to hurt you. He was goin-” He started to you sshh’d him and hummed lowly to calm him again. “He’s been apprehended, don’t worry.” You pulled backed to look into his eyes, “Tony you’re on your own any more so you shouldn’t act like it. You could have gotten yourself killed.” “I’m sorry.” He said simply and though you’d not expected the readiness of his apology you didn’t push it any further and instead helped guide him to lie back down and lay next to him. “You’re gonna call the doctor in a minute aren’t you?” Tony asked after moment and you didn’t need to look up at him to know that he was pouting. “Yes and you’re going to be good and take their advice.” You cuddled up to his side, “Because then when you’re better I can kick your ass for being so stupid.” He let out a breathy laugh and kissed the top of your head, “Sounds fair.”

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