#snaps chosen to make carol look bad

[neuromancer1888]

Icemav prompt: some time in the first top gun timeline, Ice and Mav arguing about something when one of them accidentally confesses

It took me some time because of my work but I finally got time to work on this prompt. I hope you like it! It's not the literal 'confesses mid argument' and I hope that's okay.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40231182

Maverick couldn't even remember for the life of him how this argument had even started. One moment, they were discussing plans for the evening and dinner for the afternoon- the next they were fighting each other over what color Slider's shirt was. <i>His shirt</i> for crying out loud. It had begun with Goose calling out that his shirt was a nice color, the kind of sky blue that matched his eyes. Slider hadn’t made a problem out of it, he ignored the comment mostly because of the way Goose had winked at him as if it were an invitation for more. It was Ice who started it all actually. “That’s not sky blue, are you color blind? That’s turquoise,” he had called out as he munched on whatever it was the guy somehow always had on him. Maverick had felt particularly violent that morning. His thumb leaning up against his lip, eyes narrowed, and lips curled into the permanent half-grin that always got him into trouble. “You sure about that Picasso? That looks more like baby blue to me,” and that had set them off on the rampant tour of verbal violence they were on now. Goose and Slider had each chosen their pilot’s side, as all RIO’s generally did, but hit off their conversation on a more decent note. Somewhere half-way through, they had switched their topic to ‘whether a fajita was better with ground beef or chicken’ and were now exchanging recipes. Maverick could hear Goose’s soft tone in between Ice’s enunciation; <i>”Oh no, Carol always bakes the chicken in the herbs first. Releases the flavors better. Just make sure you don’t bake powdered spices too long, they’ll burn.”</i>

The discussion took a turn when Maverick lost his patience with the denigrating tone Ice took on when he bit out, “You’re a pilot right? How can you <i> not</i> know the difference between these colors? Let me guess, you half-assed your way through that too?” With a slightly raised voice, Maverick replied; “I didn’t suck my teacher’s dick on a daily basis so I wouldn’t know, Ice?” It all went fast after that. Ice up in his face, Slider calling out a couple of ‘Woah woah woah dude!’s, Goose giving him the ‘What did you do now Mav?’ look he always reserved for him whenever he fucked up. It had gone from a mild ten to a thousand faster than Maverick could have even anticipated. What in the world was he so high strung about anyway? “You need to treat people with more respect!” Ice started, but he wasn’t even listening anymore. “The hell is your problem? I thought you wanted to climb the ranks, what are you losing your cool about?” Goose gave him one last pleading glance but this too was neglected in the grander scheme of things.

“You never seem to give two damns about treating your fellow aviators with the respect they deserve, whether it’s calling them by their last names in the sky or being a total dick on land, like just now!” he continued angrily. Maverick was too distracted by the veins on the man’s throat. They seemed to be ready to burst and that concerned him. “Think of your blood pressure, I wouldn’t want you to-“ he had tried, genuinely, when Ice rolled his eyes and brought his hands up as if to say ‘Why do I even bother?’ “This is what I’m talking about, why can’t you just- be less of a total asshole?” he snapped. “That’s a lot of bad language coming out of your mouth Kazansky, you kiss your mom with that mouth, candy ass?” Mav knew he had gone too far when Slider jumped up from where he had been on alert- Goose in his shadow and ready to agree with him. Both men were now lecturing him unintelligibly about ‘Crossing the line’ and ‘taking a step back’ before ‘things got out of hand’, but Ice seemed to have become cold as stone after that.

“All of you are on my case- but why are you constantly on my ass then Ice? Sure, you don’t like what I do, but why is that your problem?” Slider and Goose both waited for that answer. Goose had opened his mouth to say something, halt his best friend- but Slider had pressed his hand back down to silence him. The black-haired menace had calmed down enough to have a normal and decent conversation and the ball was now in the Iceman’s court. “I make it my problem because I care about you Mitchell. What you do up there puts all of us in danger,” he insisted. “It’s not like you’ll get in trouble for it-“ Maverick started, but then Ice interjected; “I don’t want you to get in trouble Mitchell, is it that hard to understand? I don’t want you to get in trouble! That’s the whole point! ” Maverick blinked at that. “Why would you care if I got in trouble or not?” Slider seemed to get stressed about something while Goose stared at them as if he saw someone he knew, but couldn’t recognize from what.

“You really haven’t figured it out yet?” Ice seemed both disappointed and relieved, but Mav couldn’t grasp about what. He shook his head, hoping the answer would be given to him. Goose seemed to have ‘recognized’ ‘whoever’ it was; he glanced and Slider with a concerned look but then made an ‘oh’ shape with his mouth when the coin dropped. Maverick was beginning to suspect something really important had gone right over his head or that he had permanently lost his coin. “Who’s the better pilot?” He tried, but it hadn’t been the right answer. “Never mind,” Ice seemed to have changed his mind about it. Maverick just couldn’t figure out what in the hell was even going on.

“He really doesn’t know?” Slider turned to Goose, who shook his head. “See, when they were handing out the intelligence slips, he was trying to get into the distributor’ s panties.” “Unbelievable,” Slider breathed in disbelief. Goose wasn’t sure what else to say. No joke could seem to top this situation.

“What don’t I know?” Maverick looked around with his permanent half-smirk, before finally giving in. “That you’re a piece of work?” A cacophony of sighs released into the room before Slider nudged Goose to follow him out of the room; and then they were alone. “Can I know what’s going on here?” Maverick urged. The whole situation was just weird and Iceman wasn’t making it any clearer. Something about the way he had reacted, he wasn’t even sure what he had said that made him so pissed off. He had said so much bullshit already. . .

“Why did you call me a candy ass, Mitchell?” Iceman demanded. The way he clenched his jaws was both alarming and confusing. Was that tone in his voice? He guffawed and stared at the Iceman, waiting for him to reveal some snarky smirk, but neither his voice nor his expression gave way for a smirk of any indication it was a joke.

“I call you lots of things, it’s banter,” Maverick defended, shrugging. “Did I hurt your feelings?” Iceman’s jaw clenched more. What had he done wrong now? “Listen, can you stop being a dick for long enough to have an adult conversation?” - “I am! I am asking you, did I hurt your feelings? I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. Just rile you up,” Maverick really couldn’t grasp this conversation anymore. “You did. I didn’t like that comment. Do you even know what it means?” Iceman pressed on. Maverick nodded, “Exactly what you are; scared to do anything outside of your safe little box. No risks,” he answered candidly. “And faggot,” Iceman added. “Excuse me?” – “It’s also used as a derogatory term to gay men,” Iceman continued, his fist opening and closing in his side. He seemed to be sweating more than he had earlier. What in the devil was going on here? “You’re losing me Ice,” Maverick confessed, “what does this have to do with anything? Why do you care?” He wondered. “I like you, Mitchell, but you’re dumb as hell,” Ice sighed. “I’d prefer if you didn’t say things like that. I know how the military works and all, but- I’d appreciate it if it didn’t come from you.” Maverick narrowed his eyes; there it was, the coin. . . “Shit, Ice- you’re a fag?” He breathed in disbelief, earning himself a look he hoped he’d never have to see again.

“Mitchell,” Ice breathed softly. Maverick hadn’t realized, he hadn’t cared much or just hadn’t dared to hope. He felt a smirk spread across his face and it seemed to unsettle the Iceman. “That explains,” he murmured, but it didn’t seem to do any good for the other. “I shouldn’t have told you,” Ice immediately sighed, but as he turned to leave, Maverick reached out for his wrist. It almost earned him a good smack across the face but he had let him go in time. “Ice- come on. . . Tom, please,” now he had his attention. “This doesn’t change a thing to me. Hey, if you want me to shut up, I’ll shut up about it. Just one condition,” he held up a finger. Ice eyed it before sending Maverick a wary glare. “What’s that?” Ice asked softly. Maverick paused dramatically, watching him intently.

“I won’t tell shit if you let me take you on a date,” he replied just as softly, savoring the priceless look on the Iceman’s face.

#icemav #prompt #iceman #tom kazansky #pete mitchell #maverick #top gun

[thebibliomancer]

You’re a good friend, Carol

#carol danvers #captain marvel #jessica drew #spider woman #chewie the cat #unhappily in a carrier #snaps chosen to make carol look bad #she doesnt agree to babysit but she says she was joking about humanity

[coastielaceispunk]

Desired Punishment Series

Chapter 2: Kitchen At Dawn

David York x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit NSFW

Word Count: 1.3K+

Warnings: Dark SMUT, Dave York is his own warning for sinister things, infidelity, cheating, language, rough sex, sub/dom relationship, use of Daddy, pain kink for a second, being a brat, derogatory talk (slut), choking.

Summary: Dave York is a darker characterization to write warranting such narratives I do not condone IRL like cheating. He hates his cover of a marriage and only wants everything he can take from you because you're obviously down for anything. Messing around with Dave in his own house comes with the thrilling threat of being caught by his own family. If almost getting caught by one of his daughters is too far please do not read!

A/N: This will have multiple chapters! Co-written with @shiftingsands14, happy to be falling (jumping) headfirst into the Dave York Pit with you bestie!

MASTERLIST | | Chapter 1

Today is just like any other Saturday in the York household…but you want to be bad.

You and Dave are the first ones awake in the early morning, standing opposite one another in the kitchen as you begin preparing coffee. Lets see how much you can test his patience, knowing very well he has none for you or your antics. Looking over your shoulder you open the cabinet above where you stand. You reach up for a coffee mug on the highest shelf, stretching your body, the movement allowing your sleep shirt to slowly ride up. Your white lace underwear peeking out at the bottom. His eyes are on you, you can feel them. So intense like your skin is on fire. The room suddenly feels very hot.

“Stop that,” he whispers.

You slowly lower yourself from your tip toes and spin in his direction shooting him a hard stare, your shirt bunched on your hip. Now the front of your white lace is exposed to his eyes. The lace leaves very little to his imagination as his heated glare rakes over you. After pouring your coffee in the chosen mug, you place it quietly on the kitchen island. Just steps away, you lean towards Dave with a coy smirk and utter the words, “Make me…Daddy.”

Dave’s eyes go black at you trying this new title for the first time, his lips tighten into a straight line. You can see his sleep pants visibly tightening at your brash attitude so early this morning. He sets his coffee mug down from his lips in the most restrained, controlled manner. The moment seems to last a lifetime as you watch him. The hot anticipation of what he will do next.

Then the tension snaps.

Dave lunges at you, his quickness always startles you, his large hand grabbing you by the back of the neck. He forcefully slams you onto the kitchen island, miraculously managing to not make any sound in the quiet morning air.

You smile to yourself with your cheek pressed into the countertop, thank god Carol placed a cushioned table runner on the island for your face to land on, or that might have left a mark. Did he know that was there? It’d be hotter if he didn’t.

Dave grunts quietly as his other hand starts to pull his achingly hard cock out of his sleep pants, then ripping your lace panties to the side he rails himself into you with one swift thrust and a furious exhale. No preparation. No foreplay. You don’t deserve it and it's exactly what you wanted.

The stretch, the sting, the ache, all soothed when he starts to move in and out of your slick pussy.

You're forcibly held face down on the kitchen island, one of his large hands still encircling the back of your neck. It was just hard enough to keep you quiet while the other had a bruising hold on your left hip. He’s fucking you deep and quick, his hips rocking you so hard into the counter’s ledge that you know it will leave bruises. Bruises you will trace later with your fingertips to remember.

You’re holding onto the marble island for dear life, gasping for air. You can’t help but smirk as your eyes roll back in pleasure. Pleasure in knowing that you got this reaction out of him with his family right upstairs. You're unbelievably wet, most likely soaking his sleep pants, on the edge of satisfaction.

Suddenly, Dave pulls you up by your hair and a silent squeal leaves your lips. Snaking his left hand around you to grab your breast tight he shushes you sternly. It was enough to make you groan deep in your throat. He doesn’t miss a beat as his hips continue to pound into you, his thick tip slamming deep within, reaching the satisfying depths of your cunt, then he whispers, “You think you can get away with teasing me in my own kitchen, fucking little brat?”

His low, condescending growl in your ear is what pushes you over the edge, coming so hard you clench around him like a vise. Dave twitches inside of you and his breath hitches slightly as he continues his pace.

When you’re finally coming down from your orgasm, reaching overstimulation from his continued assault on your pussy, you find the breath to whisper back into his ear, “I don’t think I will ever learn my lesson, Daddy.”

You lick and bite his earlobe, eliciting the scariest of hushed groans from this skilled assassin of a man. You are playing with fire and you love it.

Dave turns towards your face, biting your lower lip before he slams you back onto the countertop. The motion is so hard that your coffee spills. The mug makes a loud clatter as it hits the floor and you both look towards the stairs.

Nothing.

Dave widens his stance and brings both hands to grasp onto your hips, adjusting the angle into something more brutal. The action brings upon your second orgasm without warning. You quickly move your hand to cover your mouth in an effort to hide your squeal.

“Shut. Up. Slut,” he says with gritted teeth between thrusts.

When you clench again he starts losing his rhythm. A few more erratic thrusts then he comes deep inside you, rocking himself through both of your climaxes. Dave lets out the wildest of snarls, maybe too loud into the slumbering house, as he slows to a stop.

Just as you were starting to catch your breath, you heard movement and a voice calling from upstairs. “Dave, are you making breakfast?” his wife Carol asks, her voice sounding louder as she reaches the top of the stairs. “I’ll go wake the girls!”

Dave pulls himself out of you just as fast as he entered, and you couldn’t help but release a small muffled cry at the sudden emptiness. You start to feel his warm release running down your thigh. You push yourself off the island and quickly use a rag he throws at you to clean yourself up. You readjust your underwear and pajamas, throw the same rag over the spilt coffee, and move to sit on the stool at the island countertop. Attempting to calm yourself and put on the facade that you both didn’t just fuck in the kitchen.

You steal a glance towards Dave and just as you expected, his sleep pants are ruined. He’s crafty though and ties an apron around his intoxicating hips as he grabs sausage patties from the freezer to cook. Damn, he's quick.

Soon, all three members of his family are coming down the stairs into the kitchen. Trudging along slowly. Carol moves to get coffee and helps Molly with getting juice. Alice moves to sit next to you. She breaks out into a smile. “Yay weekend breakfast with Daddy! I want sausage patties and pancakes!”

Oh yes breakfast with daddy, you think to yourself and smile into your new coffee mug.

Out of breath but composed, Dave answers, “Coming right up!”

You smirk at his answer.

The sleepy girl turns to you, “What do you want Daddy to make you for breakfast?”

You lock eyes with Dave, a playful glint flashing in your eyes, “Oh that’s okay, I already got what I wanted for breakfast.”

Dave narrows his eyes at you, hoping to silently convey a message. Then glances at Carol who is completely oblivious.

He will definitely punish you for that comment as soon as he gets the chance.

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[chiliiscereal]

Here’s your GIF for the writing challenge!

Prompt: “It’s not safe to be out here by yourself.”

Good luck and thanks for participating!💛

Thanks for letting me do this challenge again @crossbowking !

Pairing: father figure Daryl x reader AGAIN cause I’m a sucker for that lol

Setting: season 2

Type: fluff and angst I guess?

Summary: when looking for Sophia, Daryl finds reader holed up in a cabin. Reader doesn’t speak, doesn’t listen, and doesn’t trust them at all. No one can figure out why but reader sticks with them anyway. One day, Daryl follows reader when they sneak out of camp, hoping to find out what could possibly have happened to make them like that

——————-

Silent world

Sophia’s tracks had begun to fade like the afternoon sunlight. They had gotten faint but Daryl didn’t want to tell Carol the truth. Eventually they disappeared and he was only left with a direction.

He found a set of footsteps the size of Sophia’s about thirty minutes later. It had to be her. Judging by how they weren’t set in one specific direction, whoever it was must be lost.

He followed the footsteps to an old cabin. She had to be in there.

You, however, hadn’t realized you were followed until the door was opened. You felt the thumping of cautious footsteps on the floorboards and immediately jumped into action. You pulled yourself from the floor quickly and hid yourself beneath the dusty bed in the corner, dragging the blankets down to obscure you from their vision. If there was one thing you’d learned in this new world it was that you couldn’t trust people. Strangers, family, doesn’t matter.

“Sophia?” Daryl called out as he peered around the corner cautiously. He glanced about the room, taking in the living conditions.

Old food wrappers...

Empty water bottles...

A few blood stains...

An old backpack that CLEARLY wasn’t Sophia’s...

Whoever had been there it wasn’t Sophia. They’d been there longer than the girl had been lost.

He tightened his grip on his crossbow. “Whoever’s in here better come out now.” He ordered.

The only response was a slight shuffling noise from under the bed. If it had been Shane or Rick they wouldn’t have heard it. But Daryl had been hunting out in the woods since he was a child, trained in hearing the sounds of hiding creatures.

Whoever they were they were alive.

“Gonna hide forever?” He growled, raising the crossbow so it pointing at the bed.

Nothing.

He was absolutely tired of this person acting like their cover hadn’t been blown.

“Get out before I drag ya out myself.” He ordered, stepping closer.

Still nothing.

Finally, he had enough of it. He reached over and pulled the blanket away from the floor. He waited... thinking they’d come out.

No movement at all.

He grabbed the bed by its headboard and shoved it away from the wall, causing a small gasp to come from underneath it.

You were no longer in darkness.

You opened your wide eyes and backed up against the wall, chest heaving with panic.

This man looked dangerous to say the least.

Mean expression.

Weapon out and pointed at her face.

Knife hanging at his belt.

Suspicious blood stains on his shirt.

“You gotta be shittin’ me.” He groaned. “I go out lookin’ fer one kid and then I find a different one?”

You didn’t respond. You just watched him with wide eyes.

“Ya seen another girl ‘round here, kid?” He asked, trying to calm down.

Still nothing. You just pulled your legs closer and tried to press closer into the wall.

“Got a family?” He interrogated with a firmer tone. “A group? Parents? Hell, even a weapon?”

You watched him carefully. Almost too carefully in Daryl’s opinion. Once he’d finished you shook your head, eyes drifting back to the crossbow in his hand.

He hadn’t even realized it was still pointing at her. He lowered it but still kept the weapon in his grip. “The hell am I ‘sposed to do now?” He asked himself out loud. “Don’t need another mouth to feed.”

You didn’t offer any suggestions. All you did was stare.

After a moment he groaned, his morals speaking louder than the selfishness of a survivor. “Damn it. C’mon. Get up.” He waved you to follow after him.

You shook your head, backing away. You didn’t know this man! He could hurt you! Do bad things! No way in hell would you willingly go with him.

He frowned. “Can’t ya talk?”

Nothing.

Just wide eyes.

“Listen, I’m ‘bout to leave yer ass alone in the woods if ya don’t give me a good enough reason why ya can’t.” His temper began to flare. “Got a group, got food, got water, an’ other kids. Seems like a pretty good deal ta me.”

You seemed to react to the word ‘kids’. You sat up a bit and seemed to watch him with interest.

“Yeah. We got another kid at our camp.” He nodded. “It’s safe.” He swore he was about to leave right then when you said nothing.

You looked down at the floor, thinking. Was this a good idea? He could easily be lying. Very easily. He seemed to know exactly what to say. That was dangerous. Very dangerous.

But other kids... safety... and water... that was something you hadn’t seen in a good long while. Might as well give it a try, right? You could always run if things went south. You were good at that.

Needless to say, Daryl was surprised when you pulled yourself off the ground and picked up your bag. You gave him a wary look but followed him anyway.

“So, ya ever talk?” He asked as the two of you walked through the woods.

You didn’t answer. You just surveyed the woods carefully. He could have men out there waiting to jump you and do bad things. Or there could be walkers. You didn’t know.

Your racing thoughts were interrupted by a tap on your shoulder, flinching you out of your state of mind.

“Gonna answer me or what?” Daryl asked, getting more and more frustrated.

You just frowned at him, unsure of what he was saying. He was talking too fast for you to follow along with it.

“I asked if ya ever talk.” He shouldered his crossbow, no hope whatsoever in you answering.

All he got in return was a shrug.

“I’ll take that as a no.” He sighed. Whatever. At least he’d be able to walk to the farm in silence.

—————-

When they arrived everyone was confused on who you were or where you came from.

The people living in the farm house asked you many questions and you could only catch a few words here and there.

Where

Who

Name

Girl

Sophia

Seen

Group

Woods

You just stared at the floor, unsure of how to respond.

“Is there something wrong with her?” Maggie asked quietly. “She’s not answering anything.”

“Been like that since I found ‘er.” Daryl shrugged. “Ain’t sure ‘a her name, family, or if she even got anybody.”

“Where’d you find her?” Lori frowned. “Surely she has parents somewhere out there.”

Daryl wanted nothing more to leave and return to his tent. But he answered anyway. “Was in a cabin. By the looks ‘a it it’s just her.”

“Sweetie, can you tell us your name?” Lori bent down so she could see your face. “Or where your parents are?”

Your eyes didn’t leave the floor.

Lori sighed. “It’s almost as if she can’t hear me.”

“Or don’t want to.” Shane snorted, leaning against the wall. “Kid doesn’t seem too happy to be here. Probably just thinks ignorin’ us is gonna make us mad or some shit.”

“Damn right it’s makin’ me mad.” The hunter watched the kid in front of him. “Can’t tell if it’s on purpose.”

“I’ve heard ‘bout kids shutting down an’ not speak in’ when they’ve been through somethin’ traumatic.” Hershel informed the group. “It could be like what happened to Beth earlier, an’ it’ll just take some time for her to come around.”

That was the answer everyone seemed to settle on.

They gave you time as well as plenty of opportunities to talk to them. They tried asking questions or telling you things but you didn’t respond no matter how hard anyone tried.

Daryl began to suspect what the real case could be when you didn’t even respond when Shane yelled at you.

He’d been trying to hurry up the process by forcing you to talk. When he got no response he finally snapped.

You’d been reading a book Maggie let you borrow, unaware that anyone had been talking. But you caught on quickly when the book had been slapped from your hands.

You gasped and stumbled away, face to face with an angry Shane.

You weren’t close to anyone in the group so you ran to the person who had brought you there, hiding behind Daryl.

Daryl had been surprised. He didn’t think you liked anybody there at all. After all, you never talked to anybody. Never answered any questions. Being there for five days hadn’t changed anything.

“The hell’s yer problem man.” Daryl growled. “Ya always go ‘round tryin’ to scare kids or what?”

“It’s not my damn fault she won’t talk.” Shane yelled. “She’s gonna learn some respect if she wants to stay here.”

“Yellin’ at her won’t get ya any damn respect.” Daryl bit back. “Hershel said it’d take time, didn’t he?” He glanced down at you as you hid your face from the fight.

“It’s takin’ too much in my opinion.” Shane rolled his eyes and turned to walk away.

From that day on you steered clear of Shane and stayed by Daryl’s side. He wasn’t too sure why you’d chosen him out of everyone else and neither were you. But it seemed to be the right choice. The man never forced you to talk. He never yelled at you when you didn’t react.

It seemed like he simply enjoyed peace and quiet.

You helped around the farm house by washing dishes and feeding chickens. You helped Maggie and Lori make dinner and always helped them clean up after.

You picked flowers for Lori.

You showed Carl how to climb a tree.

You played cards with Glenn.

If Daryl didn’t know better he’d say that you were enjoying your stay at the farm.

But you still weren’t talking.

You interacted with everyone, yeah, but you still never spoke.

Not even when the farm fell.

—————

You and everyone had spent almost a month out in the woods once the farm was gone. You bounced from house to house and never stayed in one spot longer than needed.

One house you stayed at, you found a pair of small batteries. Even wire and tweezers. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to give you hope.

So that night you snuck out to the back yard once you were sure everyone was asleep.

But everyone wasn’t.

Daryl wasn’t.

He’d noticed the moment you disappeared.

He’d gotten up and walked outside, crossbow in hand. Maybe you’d ran away. Or got taken. Maybe you went outside and gotten lost.

But he found you leaning against a tree instead.

“It’s not safe to be out here by yourself.” Daryl stated, even though he knew you wouldn’t respond.

You did however react to feeling his footsteps vibrating the ground. Quickly, you stuffed whatever had been in your hands into your pockets and looked at him with wide eyes.

“Damn, kid, I ain’t gonna bite.” He held up his hands in surrender. “The hell ya doin out here?”

As always, you didn’t say anything. You looked back at the forest floor almost guiltily.

“Somethin’ wrong?” He frowned.

You knew you should tell him. He’d proven himself trustworthy after all. You just... you were scared you were wrong. That he’d be just like every other adult I. Your life.

“What’d ya have in yer hand before?” He tried, gesturing to whatever you’d stuffed in your pocket.

You tore your gaze away from him and reached down to pull out an object wrapped in cloth.

Daryl sat down beside you. “Can I see it?”

You held it a bit closer, brain still thinking in circles.

“I ain’t gonna break it or nothin’ if that’s what yer worried about.” He rolled his eyes.

Finally your mind was made. You set it down in his hands and waiting for his reaction.

Carefully, aware that you were watching his every movement, he unwrapped whatever it was.

He didn’t know what it was at first. It was almost as long as his smallest finger and was colored silver and tan. He realized what it was when he finally turned it over.

“Hearin’ aids?” He asked, turning to you.

You took a deep breath and nodded. “D-deaf.” You spoke, nerves at how he’d react making you stutter.

He jerked back a bit in surprise. “Ya been deaf this entire time?”

Another nervous nod.

“Damn, that’s impressive.” He gave you a sort of half grin. “How’d no one catch on? An’ why didn’t ya tell nobody?”

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a notebook, scribbling on a couple sentences. You showed him once you were done.

‘Lip reading. And I didn’t trust you.’

“But why didn’t ya talk like ya did now?” He frowned. “I wouldn’t ‘a known the difference.”

You wrote down more, hesitantly.

‘I’ve been told I sound stupid when I talk. So I don’t.’

You fiddled with your shoelace as he read.

“Who the hell told ya that?” He practically growled. “And why don’t ya know any ‘a that sign language?”

You took the notebook back and wrote down a few more sentences.

“And why don’t ya use the hearin’ aids?” He added.

You turned the book back to face him, only one word written.

‘Dad’

You felt ashamed to be admitting this. This wasn’t anything he needed to know. He would probably react the same way your dad reacted when he was given the opportunity.

“Hell no yer gonna explain more than that.” Daryl pushed the book back into your arms. “Can’t just half ass an answer.”

You sighed and began again.

‘He thought being deaf was a weakness. No sign language, no hearing aids, and no talking the moment my mom turned. He broke them when I broke the rules.’

You swallowed the emotions rising back up in the back of your throat.

He was a horrible man.

It was sickening, but you were almost glad that he was gone.

Daryl’s expression darkened when he read those words. “Sounds like an ass to me.” He handed the notebook back to you again. “So you tryin’ ya fix ‘em?”

You nodded and pulled out the batteries and wire, shrugging.

Daryl sighed. “Sorry, but that won’t be enough to fix these.” He examined the hearing aids once more. The wires were pulled apart and some of the plastic had snapped.

“... I know.” You managed to speak again, summoning your bravery. “Just wanted to try.”

Daryl’s expression didn’t change when you spoke. Maybe your dad was wrong. Maybe you didn’t sound as stupid as he told you you did.

Daryl handed the hearing aids back to you gently. “M’sorry kid.”

You shrugged again, placing them back in your pocket carefully.

Suddenly, Daryl had an idea. I’d require a run for sure but it’d be worth it. For now, he’d keep quiet about it. He didn’t even know if it’d work. But he might as well try.

——-

For the next few weeks on the road Daryl was on every run. You were curious about why but you dismissed it as him trying to make sure everyone would survive the coming winter.

By now, everyone knew you were deaf. They all reacted as Daryl had and treated you the same as they always did.

It was relieving to be honest. And a bit of a surprise. But the bigger surprise came later when Daryl told you he wanted to show everyone something in the woods.

You’d followed along, assuming he’d found more supplies.

Instead of revealing more supplies, he knelt down so he was at your level.

“I know it’s been hard without yer hearin’...” he started, reaching into his back pocket, “an’ I hope ya don’t mind I did this without askin’...” he pulled out an object wrapped in a familiar cloth.

You realized what was happening the moment you saw it.

“I gave it my best shot.” He pulled away the fabric and revealed the newly repaired hearing aids. “Found a book an’ some supplies on the last run.”

You hadn’t even realized tears were running down your face until they dropped onto your shirt.

Daryl reaches over and placed the hearing aids in your hands. “Give ‘em a try?”

You glanced at the faces of your new group. They must have known. Not a single one of them looked surprised. Just expectant and...happy. Happy for you.

Slowly, you tucked your hair out of your way. You set the small machine in place. You placed your hand over the on button tentatively.

The Hunter you’d grown attached to gave you a nod.

Finally, you pressed the button.

You waited and held your breath.

It was as if everything came crashing in at once.

The wind that rushed through the trees was giving out hollow rattling noises.

The birds above were chirping shrilly, each whistle harmoniously fitting together like a puzzle.

And you... you could hear yourself gasping in surprise as you spun in circles. You could hear the leaves crunching beneath your feet. Did that always happen?

“I’ll take it that it works?” Your thought were interrupted by a raspy southern accent.

You spun around, facing Daryl once more.

He stood back up, tip of his mouth tipped up in a half smile.

You couldn’t speak.

You couldn’t even thank him with your words.

So you thanked him the only way you knew how: with actions.

You wasted no time in running in his direction, more tearing spilling down your face as you wrapped your arms around the surprised man.

He returned the gesture after a moment of hesitation. “Wasn’t no problem.”

You buried you face in his shoulder, overcome with emotion. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you!”

He rubbed your back comfortingly. “Was nothin’.”

You shook you head and hugged him harder. “No, it was everything.”

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Out Of Time ~ 133

MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 3,000ish

Summary: Tony finally comes home, but that doesn’t make the problems go away. (Please read the note at the end)

Y/N completely unconscious for a whole 24 hours. The remaining team members never wandered far from her side, too scared to lose another person. When Y/N finally awoke, she knew what had happened. She could feel the change inside her.

“They’re gone…” She croaked, looking at Steve with teary eyes. “The Stones are gone…”

“What do you mean, Y/N?” Steve questioned. “Like you don’t have your powers anymore?”

“I mean, they’re gone.”

“Y/N, I think you’re tired,” Thor said. “If your abilities have left you, then you must be exhausted.”

“No. You have to believe me.”

“Okay,” Bruce interrupted. “I think we need to leave her to rest some more.”

Y/N knew that they didn’t believe her. But she could feel it. The Infinity Stones had been destroyed. Her abilities were gone.

~~~

Y/N was alone in the med-bay when the building began trembling ever so slightly. Concerned as it continued, slowly getting worse, Y/N slid out of bed. The others were not too far in front of her as they all quickly headed out to the yard. Looking up as they all continued to walk, they noticed a ship being carried by a glowing Carol. She carefully landed the space craft, looking at a new shaven Steve with a nod. 

Y/N froze, heart pounding wildly in her chest as the stairs of the space craft lowered. Tony, being supported by Nebula, walked out. She couldn’t stop the tears that began to cascade down her cheeks. Tony was alive. Yes, it was clear that he was barely alive, but there he was.

Steve ran up to Tony, taking him from Nebula to help him stand. Tony gripped Steve’s arm as he joined him.

“I couldn’t stop him,” Tony told Steve.

“Neither could I,” Steve responded.

“I lost the kid.”

“Tony, we lost.”

“Is, uh…? Y/N…”

“I’m right here,” Y/N said, running up and embracing him.

Tony practically melted into her arms, kissing her head and Y/N cried. “It’s okay.”

“You’re alive…”

“You’re alive.”

Y/N and Steve helped Tony inside. Bruce immediately got an IV in him and told him that he needed serious rest and food. While Tony sat at the table, his insisted on knowing everything. So the team began explain as a holographic casualty report listed the names and faces of those they lost.

“It's been 23 days since Thanos came to Earth,” Rhodey stated.

“World governments are in pieces. The parts that are still working are trying to take a census,” Natasha explained. “And it looks like he did... he did exactly what he said he was gonna do. Thanos wiped out fifty percent, of all living creatures.”

“Where is he now?” Tony asked. “Where?” Y/N, who was standing behind Tony’s wheelchair, gave his shoulder a slight squeeze.

“We don’t know,” Steve answered. “He just opened a portal and walked through.”

Tony looked over at a sullen-looking Thor, who as sitting outside on a bench. “What’s wrong with him?” Tony pointed.

“Oh, he's pissed. He thinks he failed,” Rocket responded. “Which of course he did, but you know there's a lot of that's going around, ain't there?”

“Honestly, until this exact second, I thought you were a Build-A-Bear.”

“Maybe I am.”

“We've been hunting Thanos for three weeks now. Deep Space scans, and satellites, Y/N was even searching Titan over and over, and we got nothing. Tony, you fought him.”

“Who told you that? I didn’t fight him. No, he wiped my face with a planet while the Bleecker Street Magician gave away the Stone. That's what happened. There was no fight.”

“Okay.”

“He’s unbeatable.”

“Did he give you any clues, any coordinates, anything?”

“Steve—“ Y/N called, waiting to stop this before it got too bad.

“Pfft! I saw this coming a few years back,” Tony continued. "I had a vision. I didn't wanna believe it. Thought I was dreaming. So did Y/N, ya know? She saw this coming too.”

“Tony, I’m gonna need you to focus,” Steve pressed.

“And I needed you. She,” Tony pointed back at Y/N, “needed you. As in past tense. That trumps what you need. It's too late buddy. Sorry. You know what I need?” Tony stood, pushing things off the table. “I need to shave. And I believe I remember telling you—“ Tony went for Steve, only for Rhodey to try to stop him.

“Tony, Tony, Tony!” Rhodey said. 

“Tony!” Y/N added, though she knew it was no use.

“Alive and otherwise what we needed was a suit of armor around the world!” Tony continued, taking his IV out. “Remember that? Whether it impacted our precious freedoms or not— that's what we needed!”

“Well, that didn't work out, did it?” Steve retorted.

“I said, "we'd lose". You said, "We'll do that together too." And guess what, Cap? We lost. And you weren't there. But that's what we do, right? Our best work after the fact? We're the Avengers, we're the Avengers. Not the Prevengers.”

“Okay,” Rhodey said, trying to get Tony back into the wheelchair with Y/N’s help.

“Right?”

“You made your point,” Y/N said. “Just sit down.

“Okay…”

“Okay?”

“Nah, nah. Here’s my point. You know what?”

“Tony, you’re sick,” Rhodey said, finally able to guide him back to the wheelchair.

Tony pointed to Carol. “She’s great, by the way.”

“Sit down. Sit.” 

Tony finally gave in. We need you. You're new blood. Bunch of tired old mules!” Tony sprang back up and walked right up to Steve’s face, voice dripping with venom. “I got nothing for you, Cap! I got no coordinates, no clues, no strategies, no options. Zero. Zip. Nada. No trust. Liar.”

It was clear that Steve was affected by Tony’s words. The old friends just gazed at each other in tense silence. After a moment, Tony ripped his arc reactor from his chest and shoved it into Steve’s hand.

“Here, take this,” Tony said. “You find him, and you put that on. You hide.”

Tony fell to the ground. Y/N was by his side instantly.

“Tony!” Steve exclaimed.

“I’m fine,” Tony slurred. “I… Let me...” He quickly fell into an unconscious heap on Y/N’s lap.

“You shouldn’t have pushed him,” Y/N whispered harshly at Steve. “But that’s what you do, right? To get what you want?”

“Y/N—“

“No, Steve. Just, no. Tony’s always been blamed for everything. Always. But, you know what, you’re not perfect either and are to blame for a lot as well.”

“I never said—“

“I don’t want to hear it, Steve. Not anymore.”

~~~

Tony was brought into a private glass room, where Bruce was getting him situated. Y/N was seated by his side, while Rhodey stood by the door.

“I gave him a sedative,” Bruce informed them. “He will most likely be out for the rest of the day.”

“Thank you, Bruce,” Y/N exhaled shakily. 

“Of course. I’m going to run a few more tests and give him some more meds.” Y/N nodded, staring at Tony.

“Y/N,” Rhodey called for her attention. She glanced over at him. “I need to know… would you have chosen Tony in the end?”

Y/N pursed her lips. “It doesn’t matter anymore, Rhodey… the choice was made for me…”

“I just don’t want him hurt.”

“I won’t. Trust me.” Y/N rubbed her fingers over Tony’s hand. “I love him. And… he’s all I have left.”

~~~

Rhodey walked out to inform the others about Tony’s condition.

“Bruce gave him a sedative,” he told them. “He's gonna probably be out for the rest of the day.”

“You guys take care of him,” Carol said. “And I'll bring him a Xorrian Elixir when I come back.” She walked away.

“Where are you going?” Natasha asked.

“To kill Thanos.”

Steve and Natasha shared a look before quickly walking after her.

“Hey,” Natasha called after her, “you know, we usually work as a team here, and between you and I, morale's a little fragile.”

“We realize up there is more your territory,” Steve added, “but this is our fight too.”

“You even know where he is?” Rhodey questioned.

“I know people who might,” Carol responded.

“Don’t bother,” Nebula said, standing behind Carol. “I can tell you where Thanos is. Thanos spent a long time trying to perfect me. And when he worked, he talked about his great plan. Even disassembled, I wanted to please him. I'd ask "where would we go once his plan was complete?". His answer was always the same: "To the Garden.”” 

“That's cute, Thanos has a retirement plan,” Rhodey commented.

“So where is he?” Steve asked.

They grabbed Bruce and gathered in the common room. Rocket stood on the table with a hologram of a planet.

“When Thanos snapped his fingers, Earth became ground zero for a power surge of ridiculously cosmic proportions,” Rocket explained. “No one's ever seen anything like it... Until two days ago.” A shockwave visibly traversed over the planet in the hologram. “On this planet.”

“Thanos is there,” Nebula confirmed.

“He used the Stones again,” Natasha stated. She looked at Steve. “That’s what happened with Y/N. She was feeling the Stones. We have a chance, we could—“

“Hey, hey, hey,” Bruce interrupted. “We'd be going in short-handed, you know.”

“Look, he's still got the stones,” Rhodey said. “So—“

“So let’s get him,” Carol stated. “Use them to bring everyone back.”

“Just like that?”

“Yeah, just like that.”

“Even if there's a small chance that we can undo this…" Natasha said. “I mean we owe it to everyone who's not in this room to try.”

“If we do this, how do we know it's gonna end any differently than it did before?” Bruce wondered. “And how do we know that Y/N’s not right? That the Stones are destroyed.”

“She can’t be right,” Steve stated. “Not until I see it with my own eyes.”

“And this will be different because last time, you didn’t have me,” Carol stated.

“Hey, new girl, everyone here is about that superhero life,” Rhodey said. “And if you don't mind my asking, where the hell have you been all this time?”

“There are a lot of other planets in the universe. And unfortunately, they didn't have you guys.”

Thor, who had been eating in the back all this time, stood up and walked over to Carol. She looked behind at him. Holding his hand up, Thor summoned his ax. He caught it as it flew over to him, missing Carol by inches. But Carol didn’t even flinch, instead giving Thor a small smile.

“I like this one,” Thor smiled.

“Let’s go get this son of a bitch,” Steve ordered.

~~~

Y/N was sitting beside a still unconscious Tony, reading, when Steve slipped into the room.

“How’s he doing?” Steve asked, awkwardly staying near the door.

“Fine,” Y/N responded, not bothering to look up from her book.

“Look, Y/N, I…” He sighed. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Then go.”

“The team knows where Thanos is.” This got Y/N to look up at Steve. “We’re going to go get the Stones back and reverse this.”

“I told you, Steve, the Stones are gone.”

“You don’t know tha—“

“Oh, I don’t? I just wasn’t, I don’t know, connected to them for years? But go ahead. Try and fix this. But I’m telling you it’s too late.”

“Don’t you want to try and get everyone back? Get Bucky back?”

She paused, searching her mind for how to answer. She knew Steve wouldn’t believe her if she told him that she had seen the future. The battle wasn’t over.

“Things happen for a reason,” she replied. “We have to accept it—“

“Unbelievable,” Steve scoffed. “I can’t even—who are you?”

“I could ask you the same question, Steve.” He clenched his jaw. “We are not the same people we were before we froze, Steve. And I don’t know if we’ll ever go back to that.”

“I’ll let you know when we’re home.” 

~~~

When Tony woke up, he was all alone. He was groggy from all the drugs, but he knew he was back at the compound. Looking around the room, he saw Y/N coming towards the room with a tray of food. Her eyes lit up ever so slightly when she met his opened ones.

“Hey, sleepy head,” Y/N greeted with a soft smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Like a moon landed on top of me,” he responded, voice raspy. “Oh, wait. It did.” He grunted as he sat up more.

“I brought some food.” She set the try on a table in the room. “I didn’t know what you’d be feeling like, so I got a little bit of everything.”

Tony carefully watched as Y/N got his food ready. Knowing her for so long, he knew when something was up.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

Y/N sighed, knowing she couldn’t keep anything from him. “The Stones are gone.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I mean, they’re destroyed. I don’t have my powers anymore. The team also found Thanos, they went to try to reverse what happened.”

“But the Stones are destroyed.”

“They don’t believe me.” 

“What? Why? You’re connected with the Stones.”

“I know… they still didn’t.”

Tony could see how everything that had transpired was weighing down on Y/N, whether she admitted it or not. “We’re leaving.”

“What?”

“We can’t stay here. We need to move on. Start our live together.”

“We can’t just leave.”

“We can’t? Why?”

“Well, they… I… I don’t know.”

“Exactly why we need to go. I’ve already got a secluded piece of land with a small lake on it. We can build a house there. Try to find some normalcy.” Y/N looked out the window, biting her lip. “I can see the weight you’re carrying about all this… it’s not solely your fault. Don’t take all of it on yourself.” He reached out his thin, trembling hand. “Let me bare it with you.”

With a teary nod, Y/N set her hand in Tony’s. He tried to pull her towards him. She sat beside him on the bed, brushing his hair off his forehead.

“I love you, Tony,” she whispered.

“I love you too.” 

~~~

By the time the team came back, Tony and Y/N had already put together a house plan. The team came back with the news that Thanos was dead and the Stones were gone, not to Y/N or Tony’s surprise. The two left the compound to Tony’s apartment in the city that night.

They were both extremely sadden by how destroyed and seemly empty the city was. The first night was harder for Y/N than it was for Tony. Due to still being malnourished, Tony spent a lot of time sleeping. Y/N was the opposite, not getting much sleep at all. She was haunted by what happened in her dreams and too scared that if she closed her eyes, Tony would disappear. 

It was dusk, when Tony woke up from a nap. Usually, Y/N would lay beside him or still be somewhere in the room. But this time, he couldn’t see her anywhere. He pushed himself up to get a better look at the room.

“Y/N?” He questioned. “Honey? Where are you?”

No response. With a grunt he stood up, grabbed his cane, and headed out of the bedroom. He kept calling out her name.

“Y/N? Y/N?”

He stopped when he thought he heard something. And he was right. He heard sobs that were clearly trying to be concealed. Hurrying as fast as he could, Tony turned the corner, he heart shattering further than he thought it could at the sight. Y/N was on her knees, in the middle of the living room. Her hands were pressing a blanket to her mouth, trying to conceal her retching sobs. Who knows how long she had been like that, but the blanket was drenched in tears.

“Oh, honey,” Tony hurried over, getting down next to her. He pulled her into him, but she fought it. “Don’t fight me, hun. Please.”

“I’m so-sorry, Tony,” Y/N sobbed. “Please just go… I’ll be fine…”

“It’s clear that you’re not.” Tony pulled her back in, not caring that she was fighting. “You’re carrying too much on your own. Like I said before, let me bare this with you…”

“I-I can’t… cause it’s my fault… if I had tried any harder or pushed myself—“

“Until what? You died? You know that I wouldn’t have been able to handle your— I-I can’t even think about it.”

“It’s just… it’s so hard, Tony… it hurts so much… I watched them dust right before my eyes… the power I was given to stop this, failed me and now it’s gone… I’m—I’m useless.”

Tony’s frail hands took Y/N’s face firmly in his hands. “You are not nor ever will be useless. Especially not to me.”

“I’m so sorry, Tony… I’m so sorry…”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “It’s okay…” 

He placed a soft kiss on her lips before going in for other, more hungrily. Y/N welcomed it, letting him have entrance into her mouth. When they finally separated, panting, Y/N and Tony locked eyes.

“Help me, Tony,” she whimpered. “Please… take this feeling away…”

Tony nodded before pressing his lips firmly against hers. Y/N guided herself so that she was laying down as Tony hovered over her, pressing kisses down her neck.

“I will always help you,” he whispered against her lips. “Always.”

It was a beautiful, long awaited night of love and passion. Both of them were beginning to feel whole again, completed, in each others holds. Healing was starting to take place because, as long as they had each other, everything was going to be alright.

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The Three Times James "Bucky" Barnes Broke your heart.

This was inspired by @msmarvelwrites 2k Writing Challenge because I'm a sucker for Taylor Swift especially sad Taylor Vibes. I chose the all too well lyrics.

Apparently, I can't do anything small so it's in two parts. Pairs Bucky x Reader and Pietro x Reader. (Not at the same time)

Part 1 Here

No smut but mentions of sex so 18+ Themes: highschool, cheating, college/uni. Friendship

Words 3368 it's Suburban AU.

2015 You finished up Uni staring in the school's production of Rock of Ages, Playing Sherry opposite Loki’s drew. Loki also moved to New York staying with his half brother Thor Oddinson. You stayed in touch with Loki and Pietro. The thing that took you by surprise however was six months after moving to Detroit, whilst working for Bruce Banner's start-up you received a DM on Instagram from Bucky. He heard from Sam and Jane that you were now living in Detroit and he was moving to the area after being scouted by the Detroit Lions. Hey Y/N, I hope you’re good. I know this is random and please feel free to tell me where to go, but I was wondering if you wanted to get a drink sometime? It would be great to see you again and catch up. Let me know. So you replied feeling like maybe after all this time it might be good to finally hear Bucky’s apology. Pietro and you had stayed in touch but you knew he was dating someone else. Her name was Sue Storm, she seemed like a nice girl, very smart and could easily give Pietro a run for his money. After hearing Bucky’s apology, you two started to become friends again, he invited you along to his games always offering to secure you two tickets if you wanted to bring someone. He was a machine on the football field, earning the strange nickname The Winter Soldier.

2016

Everything changed in the summer of 2016 though when Bucky’s mother passed away suddenly in June. She had practically helped raise you, so you attended the funeral with Bucky. You stayed with him in the guest room in his childhood house, helping him sort through belongings and paperwork. Bucky’s dad had died when you were 8 and Bucky like you was an only child. You took in food from neighbours wanting to pay their respects. You held his hand squeezing it in comfort during the funeral, assuring him you were there for him. Two days after the funeral you and Bucky had finished packing up the final boxes, you were upstairs, and he was downstairs being awfully quiet. You went looking for him only to find him sat on the living room floor. He was crying holding a picture of you and him one Halloween when you were 9, Bucky had gone as Superman and you as Supergirl. Your mums stood behind you, both of them chuckling whilst you and bucky tried to out pose one another. Your heart swelled. Your Grandad had died in November and god how your heart had ached, but to lose your mum, you couldn’t even begin to imagine. “Hey, hey. It's alright I’m here Buck”, you said cradling his head to your chest whilst he sobbed. You stayed like that for an unidentifiable amount of time before Bucky’s crying eased. He looked up at you blinking away the stray tears, the familiar blue in his eyes pulling you in. Your not sure who kissed who first but that was how you and Bucky ended up sleeping together.

You and Bucky officially got back together in July. Your Grandma passed away in September, the start of football season. Bucky was unable to attend the funeral, he tried god he tried. Pietro made it though. He and Sue had broken up not that he told you. By the time November rolled around things were good between you and Bucky. Wanda’s fashion label Scarlett Witch was taking off and she invited you and Bucky out to join the rest of the old gang at the official launch in December of 2016. You accepted and for the pair of you assuring Bucky, there would be no awkwardness. Pietro was casually dating and was bringing a date called Crystal.

You arrived at the party in NYC completely blown away. Wanda had asked you to wear a piece from the evening wear collection, a Black strapless dress, the top if form-fitting made from chiffon fabric, the skirt cut out the front made of black tulle sparkled with the touches of glitter. It felt like you were wearing the Milky Way. After stopping to pose for photos for the press you made your way inside. The party was being held inside a beautiful gothic building. “Y/n! You look absolutely amazing, thank you so much for wearing this and of course for coming” Wanda practically pounced on you the minute she spotted you. “Bunny! I agree absolutely amazing. Bucky, you don’t look too bad yourself” Pietro said kissing you on the cheek. Pietro was wearing a deep blue suit, it made his hair and ice-blue eyes pop. Bucky had opted for the simple black tux to match you and your dress. He almost looked good enough to eat. After grabbing a glass of champagne, Wanda and Pietro took you to the rest of the gang who had made it. Jane was here with a date, Thor Oddinson you recognised him from the few times he had been to see you and Loki in shows. Carol was here too. Peter Parker was working the event as a photographer he had brought a date a lovely young lady called Mary Jane Watson. After about 45 minutes of schmoozing and catching up, you went to the ladies room. When you exited you were a little taken aback by the sight that confronted you, a redhead was hanging of Bucky’s arm chuckling away with Thor and Jane. You could only see the back of her from where you were standing. You decided to walk over and introduce yourself. However, when you got closer to the group the woman started to look vaguely familiar.

“Hey babe,” Bucky said as you approached quickly removing his arm from the redhead. Babe. That was weird he never called you babe. His blue eyes looked like they were hiding something. “Lady Y/N. This is Lady Natasha” Thor said introducing you. The redhead turned to shake your hand smiling at you with a knowing look. “Lovely to finally meet the infamous Y/N,” she said. “I told Bucky how disappointed I was not to meet you when I was in the City in September. I’m so sorry to hear about the passing of your grandmother. Bucky kept me company whilst I was around on some Business” her voice sounded harmless, sweet and pleasant. Genuine. Her eyes and knowing smirk told a different story. Bucky looked at you, the familiar betrayal in his eyes, pleading with you. “I was just telling Bucky, I’ve been offered this amazing opportunity in Detroit so Ill be moving there in February, isn’t that wonderful?” she asked. You smiled taking a swig of your champagne. Jane looked at you, then Bucky. You shook your head.

That was the second time Bucky Barnes broke your heart. He assured you that they hadn’t slept together, however had admitted that he had kept her visit from you and that she had kissed him. “Did you kiss her back?” you asked pacing around your hotel room. “Doll, please what does it matter,” he asked reaching out for you. His calloused hands once again burning your skin with his betrayal. The fact he had chosen not to answer was all the confirmation you needed. You had left him in the hotel room. Loki had been unable to make the event due to being in a small play off-Broadway, but you had texted him asking if he wanted to get a drink. You had told him everything and he had walked you back to your hotel room. You were drunk and distressed. Bucky had opened the door his blue eyes flashing with jealousy when the handsome black-haired gentleman had his arms around you. “Easy James, if anything was going to have happened between us, it would have happened in freshman year of college,” Loki said helping you into your room. After you and Bucky returned to Detroit you guys took a break for a few months.

2017

Natasha’s job conveniently happened to be working as a fitness instructor at the Detroit Lions. After 4 months you and Bucky got back together in March of 2017. Things were going great, Natasha seemed to have released whatever hold she had on Bucky. Bucky was performing well with the Lions, his new teammate, Steve Rogers nicknamed Captain America seemed to have caught the eye of many ladies including Natasha. He however didn’t seem that interested in her and had his sights set on a girl from his home in Brooklyn her name was Peggy. Steve and you hit off due to your mutual disinterest in Miss Romanoff, he had come up with a nickname for her, he called her Black Widow because she seemed to devour the men in her life. Banners start-up tech company had taken off with thanks to your ad campaigns. You were also performing in the local summer show of Mamma Mia playing Sophie. In the summer of 17, Peggy Carter came to visit Steve, turned out she was from Britain originally. You liked Peggy and her no-nonsense approach. During July, the four of you went on lots of double dates like you were high schoolers again. For Steve’s birthday which happened to be the fourth of July, the four of you attended an event being put on by the Detroit lions. You had a great evening mixing with various teammates and their families. You even warmed to Natasha a bit that afternoon.

As the evening rolled around a giant cake was brought out to celebrate Steve’s birthday. Followed by a firework show. Everyone made their way to various blankets and cushions set out at the opposite end of the stadium. Somewhere along the way you and Bucky got separated. You didn’t worry too much, to begin with as you’d both drifted off to interact with various people throughout the event, however by the time the fireworks started Bucky was nowhere to be seen. You started to think the worst until you spotted Natasha’s red hair on the other side of the stadium flirting with a gaggle of players from various other teams who were invited. Confident Bucky would return shortly you turned your attention to the sky watching with a goofy grin, things were finally settled between you and Bucky. As the fireworks went on you decided to snap a few shots on your phone loving the way the sky lit up with bright colours. The Detroit Lions didn’t do things in small doses, so the firework display ended up going on for about an hour and a half. After about 45 minutes Bucky returned from wherever he had been slipping down behind you pulling your back flush to his chest. He stroked small circles on your arms. His rough calloused skin making you shiver from the contact.

In September you were approached by Tony Stark’s PA Pepper Potts, they had seen your campaigns for Bruce Banner and Tony was interested in headhunting you. Your contract with Bruce was up in October. You initially shot the idea down. Why would you want to leave Michigan? Your family home was a short 20-minute drive away, Bucky was doing well with the Lions. Peggy Carter was moving here after Steve had proposed at the end of Summer. It seemed ludicrous. After initially shooting down the offer. Pepper contacted you, doubling their initial offer. The offer was tempting, so you told Miss Potts you would think it over the weekend. There was no harm in bringing it up with Bucky, maybe a move would do you both good, Natasha seemed to have gotten under Bucky’s skin again. You left the office early that day. You didn’t bother to text Bucky figuring you could surprise him when he got home from training with a home-cooked meal. You stopped off to get some supplies to make Lasagne before heading over to his apartment figuring you could just let yourself in. You had called Wanda on the drive over through your cars Bluetooth. She and Vision were engaged, and she wanted you to be one of her bridesmaids. Partway through the call, Pietro had walked into Wanda’s office so you had told them both about the job offer. When you got to Bucky’s you immediately recognised the Black Widows black Mercedes. “huh, that’s weird, I wonder what she’s doing here,” you said out loud “who’s where?” asked Wanda. “oh um nothing, look I got to go I just got to Buck’s and I’m cooking dinner, going to talk to him about Tony’s offer,” you said before hanging up. You were so blind-sighted by Natasha’s car you didn’t clock Bucky’s Motorcycle parked in the corner of the small parking lot. You grabbed your bags walking up to Bucky’s figuring that you could invite Natasha in if need be whilst you waited for Buck to come home.

If you had noticed Bucky’s bike, then just maybe you would have been more prepared for the following events you unlocked Bucky’s apartment and you found clothes strewn everywhere, his jeans. A white Blouse. His boxer trunks. A Black lacy bra, that definitely didn’t belong to you. At first, you were so shocked by what you saw that you didn’t hear the moans coming from the bedroom. It was like you were possessed you carried your bag of groceries as you walked in a daze to the bedroom, you opened the door and found Bucky once again cheating on you. He and Natasha were in the throws of fucking each other, you found Natasha with her back to you, wrapped around Bucky’s waist. Bucky sat upright facing you however his eyes closed whilst he drank in the pleasure. You felt your heartbreak as you dropped your bag of groceries. The bag made a thud as it hit the ground, alerting Bucky to your presence. His eyes flew open connecting with yours. Natasha however didn’t stop riding your boyfriend’s cock. Bucky tried to push her off him, but you were already storming out the door. You grabbed your bag and left Bucky’s spare key in the door. Bucky grabbed a pair of joggers and slippers before chasing after you. Bucky’s apartment was on the second floor. All the apartments on the second floor opened outside to a walkway.

“Really James?!?” you turned round to face him before he could even say your name. “Was once not enough? Did you not hurt me enough the first time?” You asked. You could feel the anger threatening to burst in the way of tears. Bucky went to speak, his blue eyes once again filled with guilt. “How long?!” you asked quietly. Bucky moved towards you tugging on your wrist. “Come on Y/N, come back inside it’s starting to rain, we can discuss this inside,” he said, his eyes pleading with you. At that moment Natasha appeared in Bucky’s open doorway. She looked pleased with herself, wearing Buck’s shirt. The site made you want to vomit. “How. Long?!” you asked again through gritted teeth. Bucky faltered. “Since July. Since the 4th of July event,” he admitted rubbing his hand over his face. At that moment you felt completely and utterly broken. “I’m done, James. Do you hear me? I am done. We are through. You two.” You pointed to Natasha. “You two are welcome to one another”. That was the third time Bucky broke your heart.

You took the job working for Stark Industries. Your contract had ended with Bruce but your lease on your apartment was up until January so you stayed working for him until December of 2017 You said your goodbyes to Steve and Peggy in January and moved across the country to your new life in the big apple.

December 2018

The unknown number flashed up on your phone for the third time that day. You sighed before answering it. “Hello, Y/N Speaking how can I help?” you asked fiddling with your jumper. “Hey Doll, it's me. Don’t hang up.” Your breath caught in your throat. James Buchanan Barnes. You hadn’t spoken to him in over a year. He hadn’t even attempted to reach out to you after you split up mailing your things back to you, well all but a scarf. In January shortly before you’d moved to NYC you’d seen a magazine article saying the Winter Soldier was dating Natasha Romanoff. It confirmed what you already knew deep down, which was that you might be okay but you were not fine at all.

You’d worked so hard to forget about him long enough to forget why you needed to. He had better have a damn good reason for calling you. “You have 5 minutes,” You said getting up from the sofa you were sat on. “look, I know I fucked up with you. In more than one way on more than one occasion. I think it was the pressure to be the perfect couple, you know lifelong friends to more. And well I guess I just freaked out, and then I fell for her, but she didn’t want me, and when you gave us another shot, I thought I could convince myself to love you the way I did her, the way you had loved me. But truth be told, it was always Natasha after that summer. I know you deserve better, and I truly am sorry for hurting your doll. But I wanted you to hear it from me before you read about it in the news. She’s pregnant and also, we’re getting married.” Bucky said. You stood in the middle of the apartment stunned. “So, you call me up again, just to break me like a promise. So casually cruel in the name of being honest?” you whispered. Squeezing back the tears. “Well fuck you, James.” With that, you hung up. Of course, Bucky tried to ring right back, you declined the call, falling to your knees in pain. You had never asked for any of this, you had been quite happy being Bucky’s best girl as his friend. He was the one who kissed you at that prom.

You weren’t still in love with Bucky, you had moved on, forgetting about him and the pain he caused you. He hadn’t needed to call you, he could have given you a heads up through one of your mutual friends, but no. he had to go and stick the knife in. After lying there like a crumpled-up piece of paper and letting the tears fall. You picked yourself up. You washed your face and made yourself a mug of hot chocolate grabbing a Christmas cookie from the tin before making your way over to the bay window. You sat down taking in the view. The traffic had eased off a bit as things wound down for the evening. The snow had been falling pretty much all day. After about 15 minutes of sitting peacefully the key in the lock turned. You didn’t move you were incredibly content where you were, even if you could use a refill in the hot chocolate department.

“Hey handsome how was your day?” you asked not taking your eyes away from the street below. A group of kids were throwing snowballs at one another. You smiled to yourself enjoying their innocence. “It was good, busy” he replied taking off his coat and walking over to join you at the window seat. Wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. “How about you Bunny? I saw a news alert. I’m guessing you know about the engagement?” he asked. You hummed a response. Before shuffling yourself around to face him. His floppy silver-blonde hair covering those beautiful ice blue eyes, they looked at you with such love and endearment, they also spoke a silent promise that he would never hurt you the way that Bucky had. You kissed him gently on the lips before standing up. “Come on Quicksilver let's shower before the Stark Christmas Gala,” you said pulling your boyfriend along behind you shooting him a knowing grin. His nickname may be Quicksilver for athletic reasons but there were some things he liked to take his time with.

A/N If you stuck with me through all this, I am truly sorry. I'm gonna go cry

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The Tower: Happily Ever After - 5

The Tower: Happily Ever After An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist | Character Refrence PREVIOUS //

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1601

Warnings:  Pregnancy

Synopsis: Almost 40 years after Elise Cooper first crashed into Natasha Romanoff outside the library at Columbia University, she and the Avengers are adapting to a near-immortal life together with their large brood of children.  Yet things aren’t perfect.  Life is moving on without them and they’re starting to discover who isolating being immortal can be.When Angela comes and asks Thor to take the throne of Asgard once more, the group leaves Earth in the hopes that they will find their Happily Ever After there.

Chapter 5: Farewell to Our Old Life

It was kind of strange how little there was to organize for us regarding our move.  There was packing, but we couldn’t exactly hire a moving truck so it needed to fit in bags that we could carry or it had to stay behind.  That was difficult.  We had had a long time to collect a lot of things we considered precious to us.  The glass artwork that Thor and I had inadvertently made on our honeymoon was the thing I wished we could bring the most.  It would stay in the fountain in the entry and hopefully, we’d come back sometimes and see it.

Thankfully, most of our things were fairly portable.  We also wouldn’t need a lot of clothes because Asgard would provide things more fitting for the palace, and it’s not like we would need any furniture.  Mostly it was just personal effects and tech that Tony wanted to use there.

Other than that it was just letting the doctors know I was leaving, pulling Marya out of school, and organizing the party.

It was still leaning on the stressful side though - especially considering we were still waiting to hear what the rest of the kids were going to do.

Even though Rose and Paul had appeared closest to deciding to come, it was Billy and Teddy who came back to us first with a yes.  They had also said they wanted to do a bonding ceremony when we were there, which added another level of excitement and another level of stress.

Rose and Paul came next.  They said that they would try it out and see.  The concern about their children’s lifespan was a big issue for them, but Paul also said he’d be crazy to give up at least trying to live on Asgard as actual royalty.

As expected it was Eddie who took the longest to decide.  He really did love his job, and I think even with his talk about having children, he, Lyra, and Rory were still right into the rich, young party lifestyle.  He was worried about what they’d lose going to Asgard, rather than focusing on the things he might gain. 

No one pressured him though.  Any questions the three had were answered as honestly as we could and if we didn’t know we’d send word back to Asgard and Loki would come and give the answers they were looking for if at all possible.  Eventually, he decided that he’d give it six months for us to settle and make sure things with Stark Industries and the Avengers was transitioning smoothly given our sudden departure, and then he and his family would join us there to try it out.  He mentioned maybe doing six months on each planet or returning to Earth for a month or two every year, but we were all just glad he was willing to try it out, and his delayed departure from Earth was a good idea.  He even promised to come and visit when his new siblings were born.

When our goodbye party began, the whole family was excited for this new chapter in our lives and sad to say goodbye to the last.

Many of our friends were elderly or had passed on, so the party was going to be a mixture of different people.  Clarke was still around, though Jax had passed a few years ago.  We’d lost Rhodey and Fury, though Hill was still running the day-to-day operations of the Avengers, even in her old age, and Coulson had retired after years as successfully being director of SHIELD.  Vision was the same as ever, and people often came to him for direction when it came to the Avengers.  Carol also hadn’t changed though she still spent more time in space than on Earth.  A lot of the people we had met that had seemed so young when we met them, were all not officially middle-aged.  Even Peter Parker who was only fifteen when I met him was now pushing fifty and had a wife and daughter of his own.

They would all be at the party, including a lot of the new Avengers lineup.  Most of whom were much heavier hitters than any of us, even when we were wielding Mjolnir.  It was definitely going to be sad to say goodbye.

“It’s going to be okay, you know?”  Wanda said, snapping me out of my mini-trance as she ran a brush methodically through my hair.

“No, I know,” I said, tilting my head back.

“Then tell your brain that,” she teased.

I giggled and leaned up and pecked her lips.  “I’m sorry.  I would if I could.  Just hormones I guess.  Feeling stressed.”

“Well, stop it,” she scolded playfully.  “It’s bad for the babies.”

She began to braid my hair and I hummed as her fingertips grazed over my scalp.  “Imagine it though, Elly,” Wanda said.  “All the kids nearby - the new babies.”

“You’re a baby-oholic,” I said, laughing softly.

“It’s true,” she says.  “I am.”

She ran a hand around my side and pressed it on my stomach.  “I can’t wait to meet them,” she said.  “They already have such busy thoughts.”

I looked up at her and I’m not sure whether it was the look of pure and complete love in her eyes or the way the light caught in her hair, but I was struck by how beautiful she was and how much I loved her.  She smiled and pressed a kiss to my forehead.  “I love you too,” she said and picked up a strand of silver wire with black opal and threaded it into my hair.  “All done.”

I stood carefully and straightened out the skirts on my blue lace cocktail dress.  “How do I look?” I asked.

“Perfect as always,” she said.  “Let's go say goodbye to our friends.”

We made our way down to the party deck where the party was only just starting up.  Bruce, Steve, and Clint were all already there, but there was no sign of Tony, Natasha, Clint, Sam, Thor, or Bucky.

Some of our kids were there and their kids all played out in the garden atrium that was built on the protruding wing of the tower and the party deck opened out into.  I greeted everyone and as I made my way around the room more people arrived.

Clarke came over and tapped me on the shoulder.  I turned and smiled, hugging her tightly.  She had aged well, not as well as I had obviously, but while her face was lined and she was a little frailer looking, she had kept in good shape and she continued to color her hair.  It would be easy to think she was in her early fifties rather than her mid-seventies.  Her eyes were what gave it away.  What had once been vivid violet had faded to pale lavender and were slightly cloudy.  They were heavily lined at the corners, the years having carved deep crevices to mark each time she was happy or sad or angry or worried.  It was still my Clarke though and I was going to miss her.

“I can’t believe you’re not going to be here when these two are born,” she said, indicating to my stomach as we pulled apart.  She was one of the select group of people I would be totally fine with touching my stomach unasked - but she never assumed.  “Where am I going to get my baby kisses from?”

I laughed and shook my head.  “I guess you’ll have to visit me on Asgard.”

“You can do that?”  She asked.

“I mean… I’m the Queen.  I think I can pull some strings,” I teased.

She laughed.  “God, thinking of you as a Queen is such a trip.”

“Hey Auntie Clarke,” Billy said, appearing behind us.  “I haven’t seen you for a while.”

Clarke hugged him and looked around.  “It’s been too long.  Where are those kids of yours.”

“Come on, I’ll take you to them,” he looked over at me and narrowed his eyes.  “You go sit down, mom.  You know you’re supposed to be taking it easy.”

“I am taking it easy,” I argued, holding up my hands.  “I’m just standing here.”

“Go on,” he said.  “Don’t make me page Dad Tony.”

“Heaven forbid,” I laughed and he wrinkled his nose at me and led Clarke out to the atrium.  I got myself a little plate of appetizers and a glass of punch and went and took a seat.

It wasn’t long until the whole room was teeming with people.  The Avengers had gotten to be a rather large collection of people since the original six had been reluctantly dragged together all those years ago.  Having so many of the people who meant so much to all of us here at the same time couldn’t help but make me think about how I’d first joined this group that would one day be my family.

All those years ago I had been a traumatized woman in her mid-twenties, just trying to get by.  I didn’t have many good friends, because it took a lot for me to trust people.  It took a superhero to get through and with her, so many other people flooded in after.  I was so grateful to them, and so in love with each of them to this day.  It would be hard letting this life of ours go, but it was inevitable.  I still had my 9 chosen people though, and I always would.  I was glad to be taking this next step with them at my side.

// NEXT

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32 please :)

32. A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.

Author’s note: this one got away from me! Writing unnecessarily long fic is my brand, I guess.

“What the hell are you doing?” Steve’s voice demanded.

The bathroom door swung shut behind him with a metallic scream of hinges. In the corner of the mirror, Billy caught sight of him: stalking forwards with his hands bunched at his sides, his hair a ludicrous, flopping bouffant. He was wearing a new sweater: a deep navy blue, luxurious and soft-looking. The Ralph Lauren logo was sewn onto his breast, its stick man arm raised. His mom had bought it for him, Billy guessed. Steve rarely chose any of his clothes himself, and it showed—he always looked awkward, conscious of his body and how you perceived it.

“What’s it look like I’m doing?” Billy zipped his fly, then stepped away from the urinal. He let the faucet run, taking his time on purpose. If Steve was going to come in here and harass him while he answered a call of nature, he could wait until Billy had washed his hands.

“Uh-uh,” Steve said. “Don’t do that. I hate it when you do that.”

“Harrington, I’ve got a date waiting for me, so if you’re gonna—”

“Oh, a date, huh?” Steve’s eyebrows arched high. “A date with Stella, of all people? Since when was she your type?”

“Since yesterday,” answered Billy. “Time is money, Harrington. I’m gonna miss my movie.” He smiled nastily. “Who knows, maybe we’ll get to second base before the credits roll.”

He didn’t doubt it. Stella Delgado was one of those girls whose clinging insecurity was as loud and obvious as the cheap perfume she wore. She was every small town cliché wrapped into one: an alcoholic father who beat her bloody on the regular. An absent mother, dead or eloped with another abusive deadbeat. Three runty, snotnosed siblings under the age of ten of whom she was the unwilling primary caregiver. She looked at Billy the same way Karen Wheeler looked at him: with moist, lip-wobbling hope. Billy imagined that she’d already written the names of their children in her lockable diary, using neat, curlicued handwriting; two of them, a boy and a girl with his hair and her eyes.

Steve stared at him, red-faced and irate. A loose thread dangled from the sleeve of his sweater. Billy was seized by a strong impulse to pull at it. “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“Don’t,” Steve was suddenly snarling. He took a step towards Billy, long and darting, then seemed to stop himself. “I hate it when you act like there’s nothing wrong. Like you don’t know exactly what you’re fucking doing. It drives me crazy.”

Good, Billy thought. That loose thread was starting to piss him off; everything about Steve was starting to piss him off.

“This is about Nancy, isn’t it?” Steve went on. “Who told you we were going to the movies? Fucking Carol? I knew it.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Billy said venomously. “You think you’re that important, Harrington? Huh? You think I pine for you?”

“Stella’s really nice.” Steve’s voice was deliberately calm, rigid. “You’re gonna break her heart. Does she know you’re g—”

Billy lunged at him. Steve must have been expecting it; he rapidly backpedaled, raising his arms as he did so. “What was that?” Billy said loudly, putting a hand to his ear. “You wanna repeat that for me?”

He hated that he knew which of Steve’s clothes his mom had picked out for him, and which ones Steve had chosen for himself. He hated how looking at Steve made him feel: tight and hot and uncomfortable, as if he was covered in a layer of clay that had set wrong and was starting to buckle at the edges. Brittle, too close to snapping. Most of all, he hated Stella Delgado, and how vulnerable she was. How trusting.

She should know better by now.

“Look, it’s whatever, alright?” Steve said. “Just stay away from Nance. I mean that.”

His sneaker squeaked on tile; in the bathroom mirror, Billy saw him turn to leave. “You think she loves you?” he called.

He shouldn’t have said it, should’ve known when to leave well enough alone, but that required more foresight than he was capable of mustering. It was too gratifying to watch the words land, the impact they had on Steve’s posture: a visible rippling down his spine, as if he’d passed close to an electric current. He was so easy to read. There was a hole in Billy’s chest, a hole with ragged, eroded edges that went all the way through him. The sickly rush of gratification filled it right back up, made him believe—for one brief, terrible moment—that he wasn’t so hollow inside.

“Nance fucked Jonathan Byers,” he said. The faucet was still running, the sound seeming to come from right between his temples. It was thunderous, relentless; the sound caught him, swept him up, and he didn’t know how to make himself stop and so all he could do was keep going, descending towards his inevitable doom. Billy’s mother had been an alcoholic, too; self-destruction was in his blood.

“We’re past that,” Steve said quietly.

Billy licked his lips. “No. I mean—I mean she fucked him again. On Memorial Day. Ask Carol if you don’t believe me. She doesn’t love you. She’s just waiting for something better to come along.” He licked his lips again, then showed Steve his teeth. It felt more like a grimace than a smile. “Looks like she found it—”

But Steve was shaking his head. “Jonathan’s my friend, Billy. Why would he—Christ, do you even hear yourself sometimes?”

“She doesn’t love you,” Billy repeated. “Ask Carol. Ask anybody. Half the town knows by now. You’re the only one who’s not with the program, pretty boy.”

He was paraphrasing what Carol had told him, if only to spare Harrington’s ego. In reality, Carol had drunkenly mimed the story using a popsicle stick and the middle of a jelly doughnut—splat!—laughing while she did it. Her grin had been wide and stupid, her laughter snorting and pig-like. Billy had wanted to throttle her.

“What are you saying?” Steve sounded tired, not outraged. Billy hated that, too. Wheeler made Steve so fucking weak. Billy had been expecting a shove, maybe even a punch. He deserved as much. But no—Steve was good for Nancy, perfect princess Nancy. “It’s Nancy, it always comes back to Nancy. Are you trying to tell me that I’d be better off with you?”

Billy opened his mouth. He had the words, all the bad nasty evil words that he knew would hurt if he decided to unleash them. You think I’m some kind of fucking queer? When Stella had bounded up to him in front of the concessions stand, her mud-colored hair pushed behind her ears and her unremarkable mouth stretched into an even more unremarkable smile, she hadn’t even noticed the lipgloss Billy was wearing. Maybe she’d told herself it was a trick of the fluorescents, that she was seeing things, silly girl. People always see what they wanna see.

“Billy,” Steve said. His voice was much closer. “Do you love me?”

His reflection had become a smudge on the glass of the mirror. It hurt to look at him. It made Billy’s eyes prickle. His hands were frozen around the edge of the sink, the water streaming from the faucet ceaselessly. Its spray wet his face and his eyelashes, but he could hardly feel it.

“Yeah, right,” Steve muttered. “Like you’d even know what that is. People are just disposable to you. Just—”

When his sneaker squeaked again, it was accompanied by the sound of the door reopening. Billy looked up. Steve’s sweater was shrinking, vanishing into the hallway outside, its loose thread fluttering.

They had entered an arrangement based on a mutual understanding of three things. One, that Billy had a cock. He wasn’t like Nancy, or any other girl Steve had been with before her. Two, that he wasn’t soft, delicate, or malleable. He would never fit into whatever Steve’s ideal for a life partner was. He didn’t want to. Three, that Steve didn’t want him, either. Steve liked his body and his face, but he was always telling Billy about the things he didn’t like. Always telling Billy he was too much, too intense.

Fine. Crystal fucking clear. Or so Billy had thought.

“I’m goin’ away for the summer.” Steve was holding the door open with his foot. He always had to have the last word. “With my parents. To Spain, then Portugal. Might visit the grandparents while we’re there. Do some … soul searching. So.”

Billy felt himself blink. “So?”

Steve’s Adam’s apple was a slow roll. He shrugged, and pushed the door wider. He was leaving. Billy watched him go, his hands gripping the sink uselessly. Faucet still splashing, but the sound wasn’t inside his head anymore. It was far off, unimportant. Steve was leaving, and Billy wasn’t doing anything to stop him.

“I’ll miss you,” he blurted.

Steve sighed.

The door slammed shut. Two, three steps: Steve was moving faster than Billy had ever seen him. He yanked Billy by the collar, kissing him with such force it jarred his neck. Billy’s hipbone was crushed against the sharp edge of the sink, but the pain was the sweetest he’d ever felt. Steve kissed him hard enough to make his jaw ache, then soothed the ache with a touch of his fingertips. He kissed the lipgloss from Billy’s mouth and moaned at the taste. He kissed angrily and with teeth, like he had a bone to pick, an itch to scratch. That was nothing new.

“I miss you all the time,” Billy said.

“Shut up,” Steve whispered. “Don’t talk. Everything you ever say—you never mean it—”

“I do. I do. I’m sorry.”

Steve’s fingers were still touching his face. Billy didn’t open his eyes. He could feel Steve there, a closeness that bordered on claustrophobia. His spine was pressed up against the sink, running water soaking the back of his shirt. The stillness, the intimacy of being this close to someone without doing anything about it, was unbearable. Exhilarating.

“God.” Steve exhaled harshly through his teeth; his breath surged over Billy’s face. When Billy willed his eyes open, Steve was standing in front of him, looking like a middle schooler faced with a complicated math problem. His eyes were scrunched shut, and his teeth worried at his lower lip. Billy could see where some of the glitter from the gloss had smeared on him, pink and little-girl pretty. Before he realized what he was doing, he reached across and wiped it off with his thumb. 

Steve’s eyes snapped open. He looked at Billy almost wonderingly. “You wanna get out of here?”

What about Nancy? Billy wanted to say. I’m gonna miss my movie, he wanted to say, like a smartass. He wanted to kick and scream and give Steve hell, send him flying straight back into Wheeler’s bony arms. Instead he lowered his head, meek, and let Steve entwine a finger around his pinkie. Stella was better off without him.

They left the bathroom together. Walking past the concession stand and the claw cranes, the squashy chairs where you could sit and watch the trailers for every movie that was coming out for the summer. Steve’s finger stayed curled around his pinkie, because he couldn’t outright take Billy’s hand. Not while they were in public.

By the time they reached the escalators, they were running.

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[twdeadfanfic]

A not-so-quiet life Pt.13

Summary: You could say your life at the Greene’s farm after they took you in was a quiet one… as quiet as it could be considering corpses were walking around as flesh-eating monsters. At least, until a group of survivors in need take shelter in the farm.

Inspired by the request: The reader used to have an emotionally and physically abusive ex and the group runs into her ex and his group and shit hits the fan and the reader gets hurt.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Tags/Warnings: Violence and language typical twd style. Mentions of abuse and quite a lot of self-deprecating thoughts…and in the midst of all that, quite a lot of fluff too and also slow burn.

Chapter: 13/13

Link to my masterlist with the other chapters and my other works can be find in the description of this blog. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but tumblr doesn’t show posts with links in the tags.

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This is the a short chapter to bring this story to its end.. Will we get a happy ending?

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They were all dead, monsters feasting on them, but you didn’t know how it had happened. You had heard the screams and had run as fast as you could to the clear in the woods just to find everyone else dead, overpowered by the monsters.

Maggie seemed to have died trying to protect Beth, half lying over her, but the girl was dead too, holding Hershel’s hand while walkers devoured them. Daryl was lying down next to them, another monster entertained with him.

You sobbed aloud, didn’t care if the walkers heard you. There was something familiar about them, though.

The one feasting on Daryl looked at you and you saw it was your husband, bleeding bullet hole in his head. He smiled to you and you could see blood and pieces of flesh falling down his mouth, but when you tried to close your eyes you couldn’t.

One by one the monsters began looking at you and all them were the men that had been with Dan. The one you had killed looked at you with his face full of Carol’s blood, your knife embedded deep into his head.

Your husband got up and began stumbling towards you, reaching you quickly. You almost welcomed his teeth and claws so you wouldn’t have to see your family dead, knowing you hadn’t done anything to help them…

You jostled awake, panting, heart beating fast, scared. A nightmare, just a nightmare…another one…

“It’s okay, you’re okay.”

You heard Daryl murmur as his arms wrapped tighter around you. You had once again fallen asleep sitting down with him while he kept watch. Around a week had passed since that horrible day but you still had nightmares night in night out.

Daryl always kept watch for the most part of the night so you always went with him, not looking forward to sleep and be haunted by nightmares, waking up alone as a sobbing, terrified mess. Most often than not, you ended up asleep curled up with him while he kept watch, warm and comforted, and when you woke up from a nightmare you always calmed down quick with him holding you.

You nodded, your breath evening, but you had to look around the clear in the woods where you had settled down for the night. Once you were sure everyone was alright, you snuggled against Daryl’s chest again.

“Where they walkers again?” He asked softly.

“Yeah…they had gotten here, killed all of you, they were eating you…” You couldn’t help but shiver again, but you smiled as you felt Daryl press a kiss to the top of your head.

“That ain’t happening.”

“I know.” It didn’t seem like the nightmares were going away, though.

You wiggled a bit, trying to get your aching muscles a bit more comfortable. Your ankle and wounds were better, but you were sore and tired. You all had been constantly moving from here to there during that week, barely managing to stay for a day in a place after clearing it from walkers before another herd made you leave. It was challenging and tiring, both physically and emotionally.

You all knew Lori was due at any moment, couldn’t be longer than two weeks by now. Her big belly and how the weather, whereas cold during the night, was milder now, were the only way to see the pass of time. You needed to find a place or else Lori could very well end up delivering while on the road…and how were you going to take care of a baby like that? Lori was scared, yet she never complained, did her best to hide it and keep going.

Rick was scared too and beyond stressed, which made him snap easily. You could see how his eyes reflected more and more despair as days passed and you couldn’t find a safe place to settle down.

All while your supplies kept getting lower and lower, Daryl coming back from his hunting trips empty-handed and angry at himself more often than not.

“You should go lie down, get some proper sleep.”

Daryl’s voice took you out of your gloomy thoughts. You shook your head, there was no way you were going to move away from his arms. You didn’t sleep better in any other place.

“Alright…there’s a couple hours still before the sunrise, try to sleep. It’s gonna be another long day.”

*

The day ended up being longer than any of you could have thought but in the best way.

Rick and Daryl had gone hunting and had come back with good news. They had found a place where you could settle down, with sturdy walls and fences. A prison. Problem was, you needed to clear the big amount of walkers that were in it, or at least part of them. It was dangerous, but you needed to do it.

That day you managed to clear the outer field, sleeping behind fences that night was a blessing. Next day, Rick’s plan to take over a cellblock worked too, managing to get also that cellblock’s field clear of walkers.

There was still a lot of work to do clearing the remaining walkers, but they were too many and so you had to do it little by little, starting with the ones that surrounded your cellblock and field, but that’d be work for another day. It was also a priority to find the infirmary for Lori and the kitchen for much-needed supplies.

That would wait until the next day, for now you were all beyond happy. It was like a dream. You were behind not only sturdy walls but also fences. You even had rooms…well, cells, but rooms nonetheless, with beds and all. Not to mention the perspective of having an infirmary and a kitchen with supplies.

You had been so elated that you had stopped Daryl to kiss his cheek, not caring everyone was around, when he walked past you as you all worked cleaning and tidying up the cellblock. He had blushed, turning all flustered and babbly, but he’d returned your smile.

You all hadn’t smiled that much in what felt like too long.

Despite all that, despite your happiness and relief at finally having found a safe place, that night you found yourself unable to sleep.

You tossed and turned in your bed. You couldn’t fall asleep, no matter the bed was surprisingly cozy and no matter how excited you’d been at the prospect of finally sleeping in a real one after all this time camping here and there.

You got up and walked to the door, you had chosen a cell from which you could see the perch on which Daryl had decided to settle for the night, saying he was sleeping in no cage, knowing that if you felt scared or anxious, seeing him close would help you calm down.

He had settled on there with his sleeping bag and seemed to be already asleep, it was unfair. You longed to snuggle with him but you weren’t sure about joining him.

You and Daryl…you two didn’t really go to sleep together. It was more like joining each other during watch shifts, cuddled together, and you falling asleep in his embrace.  After a moment of just standing in front of your cell, you decided to join him. Finally you’d gotten yourself a comfy bed and you were giving it up to go and sleep on the floor again, just so you could curl up with Daryl…you got it bad, a part of your brain told you, but you silenced it.

You tiptoed carefully around him, kneeling next to him in silence and slowly lying down next to him, careful not to wake him up. When you lied your head on his chest, though, he woke up with a start, sitting up as if startled, looking around for any threat and reaching out for the knife he kept next to him.

“Shit, woman,” he grumbled when he saw it was you, letting go of the knife. “Thought you were a walker or something.”

“I’m sorry…” You’d pulled back, startled at his reaction, and were looking down guiltily, biting your lip.

“Nah, I’m sorry.”

Daryl reached out to cup your face with his hand, making you look up to him again and stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. You couldn’t help but close your eyes and lean into his touch. When you opened them you found him smiling softly to you and you smiled back, biting your lip as your gaze dropped to his lips for a second. How you wished to kiss him, but you never acted on that impulse, afraid it’d scare him away from you.

“Come here.”

He lied down again, carefully pulling you with him. You threw your arm over him, contenting yourself with kissing his cheek instead of his lips, and you rested your head on his chest again, letting out a content sigh when he wrapped an arm around you, burying his fingers into your messy hair.

“I’m sorry I scared you.” You whispered.

“Didn’t scare me…”

“Yeah, sure.” You chuckled softly. “Walkers can’t get through the fences we closed, we made sure, and we’ve closed the doors too. Rick’s keeping watch. We’re safe.” You added softly.

Daryl said nothing, just kissed the top of your head before he began to tentatively ran his fingers through your hair, and soon you were asleep.

*

Turned out you had been wrong, you weren’t safe. First you had underestimated the threat of the walkers that roamed the corridors of the prison and when you went looking for the infimary and kitchen, you had found yourselves face to face with a herd. Daryl had kept you at his side all the time, but still you had been terrified, and that was nothing compared with how you felt when you saw that Hershel’d been bitten.

Rick had acted quick, cutting off the infected leg, and you’d been sure you were going to pass out, feeling light headed and finding it hard to breathe. Daryl’d been helping hold Hershel down during the process but he reached out for you, taking your hand and squeezing it, helping you ground down and fight your anxiety.

And then, when you had barely recovered, another shock hit your group as you found out the prison wasn’t deserted as you had thought and there were a group of inmates hiding there. There was no time to do anything about it as you all had to rush back to your cellblock in order to help Hershel.

After Carol did as much as he could for Hershel, who was unconscious still, Rick, Glenn, T-Dog, and Daryl went to negotiate with the inmates.

And so now you were anxiously waiting for them to come back after they had gone to help the inmates clear a cellblock for themselves, and also anxiously waiting for Hershel to wake up. He did before the others were back, and even though you were beyond grateful he seemed to be out of danger, you couldn’t help the worry that twisted your stomach as you wondered if Daryl and the others were okay.

When they came back you rushed to Daryl, barely stopping yourself from throwing your arms around his neck in front of everyone. When he reached out to take your hand and lace your fingers, though, you wondered if he’d have minded it.

“Everything was okay?”

“Could have been worse…”

“What happened?”

He told you how two of the five inmates had died, maybe three, one put down by his own friend after been bitten and another killed by Rick after he tried to murder him. Another prisoner had tried it too, but Rick had thrown him out to the walkers of the yard.

A shiver ran through you and Daryl tugged at your hand to pull you closer, kissing your forehead before wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Come on, let’s go see Hershel, heard he’s awake.”

“Yeah, he’ll pull through.”

“He’s tough.”

*

That night you couldn’t sleep and you’d decided you’d join Daryl on the perch as soon as you heard him coming back from his watch shift. You had been with him for a while but he had sent you to bed, noticing you were tired. Still, you couldn’t sleep.

You heard footsteps climbing up the stairs but they didn’t stop at the perch, instead making their way to your cell and soon you saw Daryl’s standing at the door.

“Hey,” you greeted when he didn’t say anything.

“Hey…can I…” He trailed off without finishing his question but you thought you understood.

“Yeah.”

Daryl walked into your cell and your heart began beating faster at the idea of him joining you in bed. Carefully, he curled up next to you, throwing an arm over your waist and resting his head on your chest. You were surprised, you hadn’t expected him to cuddle to you like that, but you were melting at it, warmth spreading through you.

“Is this okay?” Daryl asked quietly, sounding unsure, and you wondered if he could hear how fast your heart was beating.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s perfect.” You rushed to assure him, wrapping your arms around him afraid he’d pull away. He didn’t, snuggling to you as he felt your arms hold him to you. “You okay?”

“Just tired.”

You kissed the top of his head and began playing with his hair as you contemplated admitting your feelings to him for once and for all. You wanted to but it scared you, afraid it might drive him away from you, from whatever was this thing you two had. You wanted to come clean with him, though, and so you gathered your courage.

“Daryl…” You whispered and he hummed sleepily. “Daryl, I gotta tell you something.”

He lifted his head from your chest at that to look at you, seeming a bit worried.

“What?”

“I…em…” You didn’t know why it was so hard or why it made you feel so embarrassed. “I like you.”

Daryl raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“And I like you too.” He said, making your stomach do funny twirls, before snuggling to you again, his face hidden in the crook of your neck, his breathe forming goosebumps on your skin as he whispered, “I thought it was clear.”

“No, but I mean…” You began again, trying to fight your awkwardness and shyness. “I mean that I really, really like you…like in I love you.”

He looked up again at that, pulling back so he could look at you but you had turned your face to the side, unable to meet his eyes.

“Yeah?”

You nodded but couldn’t look at him.

“I love you too,” he said quietly, barely above a whisper.

You looked at him at that, the butterflies in your stomach out of control, feeling like your chest couldn’t hold your heart no more. It was Daryl’s turn to avert his eyes, seeming shy too, a lovely, crooked smile on his face. In the dark, you could see the blush that spread through his cheeks and you reached out to softly brush your fingers over it before cupping his face.

“That means I can kiss you?” You whispered.

Daryl looked at you for a second before he leaned down, bringing his lips to yours for a tentative, sweet kiss. You smiled into the kiss, the butterflies in your belly going crazy,

When he pulled back his smile mirrored your blissed-out yet shy one. He kissed your lips again softly before snuggling to you, hiding his face on the crook of your neck again. You smiled, feeling like your heart was going to burst out of your chest, and you wrapped your arms around him to hold him close, feeling him nuzzle into your neck and press a kiss to your collarbone before resting his head on your chest again, closing his eyes with a content sigh.

“Goodnight, Daryl.”

You kissed the top of his head and whispered into his hair, closing your eyes.You could have spent the whole night kissing him but you weren’t going to push him. You were happy to take whatever he wanted to give you and to follow his pace.

You didn’t remember the last time you had felt this happy. You had a family that cared for you. You had a home with safe walls, though it didn’t felt half as safe as Daryl’s arms. And you had him. Daryl loved you, you didn’t doubt it, he really did. You felt so giddy you could barely sleep. He’d protect you from anything, you knew, and you’d protect him too. You felt safe with him, and he made you feel strong and capable too, there was nothing you two couldn’t face if you were together. You were sure.

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And...the end! Of course we’d get a happy one! I’m sorry if the end feels a bit abrupt, though. I wanted to finish it here, when they are happy, when nothing too bad had happened to them in their new home...yet, you know what I mean? I could have keep writing this two forever, though. Why last chapters always feel this bittersweer? I’m happy we’re closing this story but I’ll miss the characters...

I hope you enjoyed this finally chapter, I hope it didn’t dissappoint, I hope you enjoyed the series. Let me know what you think if you have time!  As always, English is not my first language so sorry if there are mistakes.

Thank you all for your support, your likes, and reblogs and your lovely comments, they really mean the world to me and inspire me to keep writing. It’s been a ride, and I’m so glad for all of you that have gone through it with me. Thank you all so much!!!

Endless thanks to @sourwolf-sterek32 whose request inspired me to create this series, which I enjoyed so, so much writing. Thank you!! I owe you! I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

My next series, “It’s a dog’s life”, will start the last week of February, that one will be a bit different, and I loved writing it too! Also, the 11th February I’ll post a request, “Not this time”, and the week of the 18th I’ll be posting an angsty mini-series, “Don’t look back”. You can check the descriptions in my masterlist.

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[bioticgoddess]

If You Could Go Back...

Note: The conversation I think happened, or at least a variation on it, between Steve and Bucky leading up to the last few minutes of Endgame (spoilers below the cut). 

There is reference to and mention of Bucky Barnes x OFC (Taryn Lantz) - which should surprise no one. Haha. 

If you could go back...

They had Pepper and Tony’s house to themselves, more or less. Bruce was out in the clearing they had designated as the staging ground for Steve’s journey into the past, at least it would be once he finished fine tuning the Quantum Tunnel 3.0.  Bucky was coming in from the garage, a couple beers in hand and mobile phone cradled between his metal shoulder and ear. From the sound of things he was talking to Taryn. The Inhuman had taken off with the others - Pepper, little Morgan, Happy, Sam, Wanda, Rhodey, and Carol - to check on the status of the old Avengers’ Tower renovation before she and Wanda went off to “cause trouble”. He laughed, “Okay Doll. Yea...no. Don’t get into actual trouble, please. Haha. Yes, I promise we’re gonna take it easy. I love you too.”

Innocent sun-like grin on his face, the brunet handed his brother one of the two cold brown bottles. Taking the phone, he tapped the end call button and sat in one of the overstuffed cushioned chairs in what served as the Potts-Stark family room. Steve had popped off the screw top and taken a swig, the kind that downed about a third of the bottle in one go. The act didn’t go unnoticed and Bucky cocked his head, “Is what you wanted to talk to me about that bad?”

“Maybe, I mean, I don’t know,”  he sighed, drawing his hand over his face. Only stopping to pinch the bridge of his nose and take a deep breath. Squeezing his eye shut he cut right to it, “If you could go back, live the time we lost in the ice and to HYDRA, would you?” When he opened his eyes, Steve fixed his gaze on Bucky. This was the person he’d known longest and best. Out of everyone in the world - out of time - there had always been James Buchanan Barnes and Steven Aaron Rogers. Then they’d been cleft apart by a single moment on an Austrian mountain. Here they were: Both well over a hundred years old and looking like millennials born in the mid and late 1980s.

He physically chewed that thought over, catching the inside of his lower lip between his canines. Several minutes passed before, nodding his head, the man was willing to answer. “It’s a nice thought but...no. I mean, don’t get me wrong, everything is always going to feel weird. There are references and experiences growing up that our friends have where we’re going to be lost. But I wouldn’t change my present to erase my past. My friends are here,” he raised his bottle to Steve, “my girl’s here,” He tapped the back of his phone, balanced on the arm of the chair, “And I have a life here that we couldn’t ever have had back in the 40s or 50s. With everything we’ve seen and done...I belong here.”

The blonde looked almost crestfallen, eyes fixed on the mouth of his beer bottle. “So you’re happy here,” he whispered, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. Of course he was. All the tech and futuristic things Bucky had been infatuated of were real now and, save for a handful of people, everyone they both loved was here. “When we were in the past, collecting the Infinity Stones, I saw Peggy.”

“Oh no. Steve.”

“No. Hold on. I was close enough that I could have touched her. If she’d turned to the left, she’d have seen me and I don’t know that I could have continued with the mission if that had happened,” a shaky breath escaped him. This was the most Bucky (or anyone) had seen of him breaking or broken since coming out of the ice fifteen years prior. There only exceptions were Peggy’s and Tony’s funerals and the immediate aftermath of The Snap. “I thought I had moved on, I really did. I thought I could pick up the pieces and build something new - even after we buried Peggy and then what happened in 2018. I thought that once we fixed what Thanos had done that it’d be fine and we could all just move on. But then I saw her and I knew. I knew it in my bones Buck. All these years I’ve been lying to myself.” His voice was breaking and he rubbed the back of his hand across his eyes.  

Blinking, the other man swallowed and set his sweating bottle on the coffee table. “You can’t change the past Steve,” his voice was matter-of-fact but the look on his face was like he’d been back handed by a gorilla. The knot forming in Bucky’s stomach wasn’t novel, he’d felt it often on the run the three years before everything that happened in Germany and Wakanda. Now it was different. Steve was hiding something from him and he wasn’t sure he could get the blonde to tell him what it was.

A heavy silence hung between them. Swallowing hard, Bucky searched his brother’s face and blue eyes for some clue as to what he was planning. “Hypothetically speaking, if you could go back I’d want you to leave me wherever the fuck I am. I know you well enough to know that if this were something you’d do, you’d come rescue me and...just don’t do it Stevie.” The childhood nickname catching the blonde’s attention like a clarion call, “You can’t change the past and I...I don’t want it to be my future. That’s here and now, with the people I just hung up with. It’s your future too buddy. I know you miss Peggy but...”

Smiling weakly, Steve sighed and stared past Bucky and out the window, “I can’t change the past, I know.”

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He caught the girls outside and motioned for Taryn to follow him. The Inhuman obliged, running a hand through her wind-blow hair. “What’s up Steve,” she asked, stopping at the edge of the driveway. He was heading to the meet up with the others at the Quantum Tunnel.

Clapping a gloved hand on her shoulders he asked, “You’ll take care of Bucky?”

Brow furrowed curiously, she tilted her head ever so slightly to the side, “Of course.”

“Good,” he pursed his lips and nodded several small nods, “Okay. I’m gonna go. See you when I get back.” With that he walked off, not seeing the increasingly puzzled expression that took over her features.

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“How did you know he’d be on that bench,” Sam asked, setting the shield down inside his quarters in the tower. He hadn’t been comfortable asking the Winter Soldier about it in the days immediately following Steve’s return as an old man. Like all of their quarters, his was filled with boxes and piles of things that needed unpacking and organizing. It was part of why he’d chosen now to talk to Bucky about it - Taryn, Wanda, and  the others were putting their own quarters together.  For Wanda in particular, it was a distraction that aided her in dealing with Vision’s own death.

A tired chuckle reverberated through Bucky’s chest, “He’d said that if he stayed in the past he’d make sure to come back to us. He’d be waiting on a bench by the lake because the view was nice and we - I - would see him there.” Shaking his head he continued, this was the second time he’d talked through the conversation he and Steve had had, “I tried to talk him out of it, just didn’t realize it was a serious discussion at the time. He phrased it as hypotheticals so I...I thought he was kidding. That he was working through his own time travel induced concerns from seeing Peggy when they jumped to the 1970s. Never crossed my mind that he’d seriously...stay behind.” Swallowing he laughed at himself. Despite telling Steve he’d miss him, in partial jest, he hadn’t actually thought that the blonde would stay in the past.   

Clapping a hand on his shoulder, Sam offered, “You’ve still got all of us Barnes.”

That made the centenarian smile. They were, as he heard Taryn call to him from down the hall, far from the end of the story.

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[forgetmenotsandroses]

The 4 Times Baz Tried to Say I Love You and the One Time He Actually Did

This was inspired by the Carry On Countdown day 24  prompt ‘ways to say i love you’, but life got in the way and it’s a little late :(

Big big thanks to @slightlystalesushirolls for dealing with me as I wrote this!!

1.

Baz looks into the face of the boy the Crucible has brought to him, his supposed mortal enemy. But instead of the Mage’s pet, instead of a hateful creature, instead of whatever vile things Fiona’s said about the kid, Baz sees himself. To clarify, he sees another boy, terrified, and thrown into the deep end, but ready to fight. So he takes the hand extended in front of him. And stares into the most beautiful, ordinary pair of blue eyes, framed by thick, dark lashes. Eyes that he’s failed to notice, lost in thought as he is. And curls the colour of bronze. And a sprinkle of freckles, like fairy dust on golden skin. The chosen one is… handsome? Attractive? Incredibly lovely? This is completely unexpected. No one warned him about this. For once in his short but meticulously and carefully planned out life, Baz is flustered. Stunned. Gobsmacked. He tries to form words. Nothing comes out. He tries again. This time, a faint syllable emerges.

“I…”

This is more difficult than expected. What is he even going to say? Baz is hit with a realization, one that takes awhile to process. He has somehow become absolutely smitten with this boy he barely knows. But if he can just get the words out, the boy before him will know just how he feels. Maybe he believes in love at first sight too (not that Baz would ever admit to believing in love at first sight, he’s far too old for that fairytale nonsense). For a split second, Baz feels brave.

“I think…”

But the weight of his family and their legacy press down on him. How could he do this to them? After everything they’ve worked for, after his mother gave her life for his. The weight is heavy, far to heavy for the small shoulders of a young boy.

“I hate you!”

2.

Baz is fifteen years old, and busy daydreaming up a world where he doesn’t have to pretend he hates the chosen one, where he is happy and light and free, where Simon Snow loves him back. His peaceful dreams of a flat lit by the soft beams of the afternoon sun and making out by the window (he is a teenage boy) are immediately interrupted by said chosen one himself storming into their room.

“Aww Snow, is something wrong?”

Simon scowls. “Fuck off, Baz. I’m not in the mood for your sinister nonsense.”

Internally, Baz sighs. He would like nothing more than to comfort the idiot before him, soothe his worries, make sure everything will be okay. But even if he did, Simon would definitely think he was joking. There’s no point. As Simon crashes around the room, Baz continues his daydream. Risky business, he knows, but what Simondoesn’t know won’t hurt him, and there’s nothing wrong with a little self indulgence, so long as no one ever finds out. Not like there’s mind readers in here anyways. 

He’s so caught up in his domestic daydreams that he almost misses it when Simon leaves. In fact, he’s so caught up in his daydream that he forgets, for just a second, that they’re mortal enemies. He forgets that Simon doesn’t, wouldn’t, could not love him under any circumstances. Baz’s brain goes blank, and for a blissful moment Simon is just leaving their flat to do some errands, maybe get some groceries. When he comes back, Baz will kiss him and they’ll be happy together. For now, though, Baz bids his boyfriend adieu.

“Love you!”

A very frustrated Simon turns so forcefully that there are probably skid marks left on the floor, and Baz is snapped back into reality.

“What did you say?”

Baz backtracks furiously. Fuck. “I said that I loathe you! Whatever’s going on in that thick skull of yours doesn’t mean you get to treat our shared space like trash! Have some manners!”

During the fistfight that follows those comments, Baz feels a combined sense of relief and regret.

3.

“You like her too, don’t you. But that’s too bad, because I’ve already asked her out!”

Baz looks up into Simon’s gleeful face.

“What are you talking about?”

Simon’s grin stretches wider, if that’s possible. “Agatha, obviously! I see you look at us whenever we’re together. I can tell how jealous you are!”

Baz swallows. He is jealous, but not of Simon.

“So, when I asked her out, and she said yes, I made sure to come up here and rub it in your stupid, plotting face!”

Simon continues talking, but Baz’s mind is elsewhere. His heart sinks. Hard. It was inevitable, obviously. The school’s golden boy and golden girl getting together. He’s pretty sure that there’s a pool going on whether Agatha is going to ask Simon first or Simon will ask Agatha (although that’s been resolved now), and everyone knows how perfect they would be together. Agatha Wellbelove, the sweetest, loveliest girl in all of Watford known for not just her beauty but her kindness, and Simon Snow, the handsome, dashing hero, the mage’s favourite, the chosen one. They fit together like puzzle pieces, her softness smoothing out his rough and both of them bathed in golden light. Like Barbie and Ken, made for each other. Yet, in a small, secret corner of his heart, Baz has unconsciously held onto the tiny hope that maybe, just maybe, this could work out. That after the war was over and the dust settled, Simon would turn to him. That Simon would choose Baz the same way Baz would choose Simon. In a heartbeat. After all, haven’t they been through everything together?

Doesn’t Baz know Simon the best out of anyone, and vice versa? Baz is certain he cares about Simon more than anyone else in the world, more than the idiot mage or Agatha Wellbelove or even Penny Bunce, who clearly loves Simon dearly. There is no one else on the planet that Baz loves with such passion, but when he opens his mouth, his heart beats too fast and the words get tangled up and he says nothing at all.

4.

It’s mid-October, and Simon Snow walks into their room looking like a used punching bag. He’s shaking slightly, his face is bruised and cut up, he has a limp, and bandages cover his left arm. He looks worn and weary, far older than his seventeen years. Baz wants to gather him up, find out what happened. Baz wants to take whoever’s responsible (probably the incompetent mage) and beat them within a centimetre of their life. Baz stares for a moment too long at the beautiful boy in front of him and wonders for the millionth why the world let someone so perfect become so broken.

Simon snarls, voice cracking. “What are you looking at?”

‘You’re beautiful.’ Baz thinks. ‘I love you’, he wants to say desperately. ‘I love you and I’ve loved you since the day we met, when the Crucible brought us together and even if you killed me I’d love you still. I want to kiss the tears from your face and hold you in my arms and tell you that darling, everything will look better in the morning because you, Simon Snow, are a fucking miracle, and the world rights itself around you. My world rights itself around you.’ Baz inhales, exhales deeply.

“I was looking at your stupid expression, Snow. Your mouth was hanging open so wide I thought your jaw might fall off.”

5.

Everything is on fire. At least, that’s what it feels like to Baz. Watford is under attack, children’s screams echo into the night, and the world around him burns. Tonight, everyone else seems to be just as flammable as him.

As he runs through the gates to face the oncoming horde of monsters, several of Baz’s classmates fight alongside him. It’s funny that the Mage, supposed protector of the school, isn’t there to help. He’s probably fled in his cowardice. Despite this, the staff are fighting from the towers, casting protection spells and shooting down the occasional beast as they evacuate students. Of course, on the front lines, there’s Dev and Niall, his trusted friends and loyal compatriots. Unexpectedly, there’s also Bunce, Rhys, Elspeth, Gareth, Trixie, and Keris. It’s strange, to be on their side for once. He thought it might end the other way around, but here they are, coming together as one to defend Watford, their home. And come together, they do. Waves of magic hit goblins, chimeras, numpties, and other assorted creatures, while spells fly through the air like lightning. In fact, actual lightning flies through the air as well. It’s starting to storm, with rain lashing over the faces of the fighters and lightning crackling and thunder sounding in the distance. As it pours, Bunce, ever resourceful, casts a ‘keep clear’ onto her glasses. The rest of them copy her, using various spells to defend themselves from the weather as well as the beasts they’re fighting. As the battle intensifies, he feels his fangs emerge, but he doesn’t care, and no one else does either. Why would they care about something so trivial, when they’re winning?

As their opponents retreat, Agatha Wellbelove runs out of the Wandering Wood with Simon on her tail, yelling. The battle shifts. The forest is on fire. Suddenly, Keris screams as Trixie collapses into her arms, and Baz can’t tell whether or not she’s alive or dead. He can hardly make out anything through the rain, smoke, and bodies. As other move to cover them, magic and sparks dance together, intermixed with ashes blowing from the slowly smoldering forest. Every hair stands on end. Baz is covered in blood, so much blood, and he can’t even tell if it’s his. The pace speeds up, because if they’re going to win, they need to win now. Alistair fucking Crowley, this is cutting it close.

There is a seemingly endless stream of monsters, despite their efforts. It feels more and more like their reserves are dwindling while the numbers of the enemy stay the same. As merwolves emerge from the moat and they’re besieged on both sides, Baz casts spell after spell trying to find one that works. He finds the right words in an old Christmas carol. As silver bells rain from the skies above, the merwolves hiss and retreat.

In the midst of the battle, Baz sees Simon. He doesn’t care anymore if else anyone sees them. This could be the end, so fuck it. As he navigates himself through the sea of combatants, he sees Simon doing the same. Soon, sooner than expected, Simon is within reaching distance. They fight back to back.

“Snow, Simon, I—” what if, after tonight, he never sees Simon again? The thought is terrifyingly real. Visions of the chosen one dance in his mind’s eye, a bloodied body broken for good, bronze curls buried in mud, soft blue eyes unseeing. There is so much to process, so much to say, and far too little time. So it slips out in a bare whisper.

“I love you.”

He tries again, louder, more forceful. Trying to cut through the screaming and muck and grime. “Simon Snow! I love you!”

Simon stops for a moment, shocked. Time stops, and it’s just the two of them.

“I’ve loved you since I was eleven, and I think I’ll love you forever! If this fight doesn’t go our way, I want you to know that I died loving you, because you’ve been my light all these years and if you go, I’ll go too because there’s no bloody way I’m going to live in a world that you’re not in!”

Simon looks at him again, tears in his eyes. He turns and takes a step towards Baz.

“Baz,” he says, “Baz I feel the same—“

And that is where Simon, sweet, impulsive, stupid Simon, makes a mistake. You never turn your back on the enemy in battle. The goblin he was fighting stabs, fast and dirty, at Simon’s back. As he collapses, Baz lets loose a cry and lets go of every primal, feral urge he’s been holding back. Fury and adrenaline aid his movements and he slices through with spells and brute strength. He carves out a rough patch for him and Simon, enough to breathe and check if he’s alive because there’s no way in hell this is how it ends. Simon looks so small.

“Baz,” he whispers. “Baz, listen.” Simon goes into a coughing fit, and his hands are splattered with red when he stops.

“Shh. It’s alright. You don’t have to talk.” Baz is all tenderness now, even as the horde creeps in around them. Nothing in the world matters more than this.

“I need you to hold my hand, right now. I’m going to give you some of my magic.” Simon is curled up now, blood flowing fast from his back. That much magic use will surely damage his shattered body more than it already is.

“Simon—“ He looks again around him; the gate is breaking. Monsters surround the walls. Watford is almost done for.

“Baz, now!”

Baz hesitates for a split second before grabbing Simon’s hand, and promises to himself that he will not let go. No matter what happens.

The spell comes to Baz, almost laughable in its simplicity. He holds hands with the boy he’s loved forever, and feels magic greater than he’s ever know well up inside of him. His blood sings, filled to the brim with potential and fire.

“Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.”

A flash of white light and the battlefield stills. Slowly, slowly, the monsters disappear, like photographs developing in reverse. As the swarms fade from view until they’re nothing more than dust motes in bright light, something stirs behind Baz. He turns. Against all odds, against everything, Simon Snow is alive.

“He’s here.” He whispers, and Baz is at his side in an instant.

“Who’s here, darling?”

Simon raises a shaking hand, and points. The air around them changes, and he sees his celebrating, mourning classmates and teachers stiffen. Magic is draining rapidly from the land, leaving Baz feeling parched and dry. There’s a little boy on the field now, maybe eleven or twelve years old, bouncing a red ball. Baz starts, but as the child walks towards them, it’s clear that he only has eyes for Simon.

As he approaches, the stares of everyone rest upon them. No one moves a muscle, save the child and Simon, who is starting to push himself up, though he’s pale with loss of blood. Baz tries to help him, or stop him, but he’s paralyzed. The kid is eerily familiar, and it’s only when he speaks do the pieces click in Baz’s mind. A younger, dirtier Simon Snow is before them.

“Hello.” He says. “I think you’ve been expecting me.”

Simon looks at him, stares for a second, like his eyes need time to focus. Baz wants to scream, but time seems like syrup and the air is so still.

“I know how to stop you. I wasn’t sure before, but I’m sure now.”

The boy sneers at that.

“What are you going to do? Stab me with your little sword? Use a big, powerful spell? I’m the Insidious Humdrum. Fighting me is pointless.”

“No,” rasps Simon. “I’m not going to fight you. I’m giving back what I took from you.”

The Humdrum has reached them now. He’s not angry, not disdainful anymore. He seems inquisitive, and when Simon extends his trembling hands, he takes them. Simon closes his eyes, and Baz sees the strain in his face. It takes him a second, but everyone on the grounds seems to start realizing what’s happening. Simon is pushing his magic into the Humdrum, who’s accepting it willingly. All Baz can do is stare as Simon weakens, wringing out every last drop of magic from his tired body for what seems like hours but could be minutes, even seconds. Time passes strangely when everyone is frozen in place, unable to tear their eyes away. Suddenly, he collapses against Baz. It’s over.

Miraculously, the dead zone lifts. Magic returns to them, flooding in as if some gate has opened, and Baz starts to cast every single healing spell he knows. Simon is non-verbal, looking up with blind eyes and all Baz can think is I’m losing him.

“Hold on love, I’ve got you. Keep your eyes open and it will be okay. Just keep your eyes open…”

Bunce comes up first, followed by Wellbelove and Dev and Miss Possibeif and a torrent of other students and teachers. They form a healing circle, frantically trying to stem the flow of blood. Nothing seems to be working, either because their magic reserves have been depleted, or Simon is too far gone. Baz can’t tell. In the chaos, the Humdrum has slipped away into nothingness.

This is Baz’s nightmare, his personal hell. He’s dreamed of fire and blood and the sting of bitter tears, but it’s always been Simon standing above him, while Baz dies looking into those perfect, ordinary eyes. It’s not supposed to be like this; the chosen one in his arms, the little life he has left draining rapidly from his bruised body.

“Please,” he whispers. “Please.” The word echoes in his skull, and Baz is reminded of the old lullaby. He owes it to Simon, he figures. To sing him to sleep, to comfort him this last time. He prays that this will make up for each time he couldn’t, wouldn’t, didn’t say anything when he knew Simon was hurting. He knows it isn’t enough.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey…”

Baz is crying now, fat teardrops running down his face. He hasn’t cried this hard since he was a child. He lets out great, gasping sobs, hardly able to get the words out, but he owes this to Simon. Everyone around him has gone silent.

“You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you…”

They’re too young for this. Far too young  to die in a war that isn’t theirs. Simon Snow deserves to be more than a faded flower, a name in the history books. He deserves to be alive and vibrant and so bright it hurts to look at. With this thought in mind, Baz sings the last bit of the song. He puts everything he has into it, desperately hoping it will be enough. A last-ditch effort to save the one he loves.

“Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

But the chosen one is silent and grey from blood loss, his face smudged with ash and dirt. Carefully, gently, Baz wipes the grime from his face, smooths out the unruly curls like he’s always dreamed of doing, though not like this. Never like this. He silently places a kiss on Simon’s cold lips. How long has he imagined this moment? How many times has he wished and hoped just to brush his lips against Simon’s? But he always thought that his lips would be warm. Right now, it’s like kissing ice. He looks at the face of brilliant, golden boy he’s been in love with since the beginning, with no tears left to cry. Then Simon opens his eyes, and kisses Baz right back.

For a moment, it’s just them. Just tongue and lips and teeth and Simon and Baz just like it should be, just like it’s always been. The battlefield and everyone in it melts away and Baz wants to stay like this forever. 

Bunce’s screams puncture the space first. As he opens his eyes, he can’t even be mad, because Simon looks so happy to see her. They’re crying big, dripping tears, and she embraces both of them, hugs them so hard that Baz wheezes and Simon cries out and everyone around them starts, remembering that Simon is still injured. With renewed energy, healing spells are cast, potions conjured, and bandages are wrapped. Despite this, Simon can’t feel his legs. Baz carries him as everyone walks back to Watford, together and triumphant. Simon muses that maybe it’s permanent, but losing the use of his legs seems a small price to pay for his life. He grins, and Baz smiles fondly.

“What do we do now?”

“We carry on, love. Just like we always have, just like we always will.”

Simon smiles wider, if that’s possible, and leans in for another kiss.

#coc 2018 #carry on countdown #snowbaz #carry on #simon snow #baz pitch #im actually proud of this yall #trin writes #carry on fic #carry on fanfic #carry on fanfiction

[theonceoverthinker]

Endgame Thoughts!

Spoilers under the cut!

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ANYWAY!

-TONYYYYY! He’s my favorite MCU character and I’m so sad he’s gone, but DAMN did he go out in a blaze of glory! “And I am Iron Man.” Talk about a full circle! And his death scene...JEEZ!!! I CAN’T! HIS BITS WITH PETER AND PEPPER...I CAN’T EVEN DESCRIBE HOW I FEEL!!! And I loved his final holographic message! It allowed for Tony to have an incredible final monologue in a really fitting character way. And it was specific to his family, but also not out of place as it played over everyone else’s reunions!

-I adored the pan through of everyone at the funeral. Tony and the team have grown so much and so close and seeing them come together to mourn and celebrate Tony was one of the film’s most beautiful moments.

-I love the five year time skip. Or rather, it broke my heart, but I love how that actually allowed there to be a real tangible impact on the world post-Thanos’ snap that can’t be taken back. The world fell into chaos, families were torn apart and had to rebuild, some people went off the deep end. And it also had a benefit that in a way, gave this aspect of the timeline emotional stakes: Morgan!

-This isn’t bad, per se, but I was kind of laughing during Clint and Natasha’s race to death. It was like a Looney Tunes cartoon! XD Don’t get me wrong, once Nat was falling, I was emotionally aligned with the scene and all, but the buildup was kind of funny in how they used every gadget possible to make it off the ledge! Even their jump faces were funny! XD I’M SORRY BUT SOMEONE HAD TO SAY IT!!!

-Tony and Nebula’s friendship was something I didn’t know i needed, but now I just want an entire TV series of them becoming friends. That finger football scene was so cuuuuuteee! Both of these guys need more fun in their lives! Also, “You won.” I cosign everyone else who pointed out how amazing that was! I NEED more Nebula in my life!

-Captain Marvel had me cheering EVERY time she was on screen! First, she saved my babies Tony and Nebula. THEN, she kicks the holy crap out of Thanos! And THEN she shows up for the final battle as she draws away enemy fire and glows like a goddess! And the entire time, she’s clearly showing how she’s the best and just...everyone goes with it!

-Morgan Stark is adorable and I hope we get to see more of her! Maybe she and Pepper can show up in the next Spiderman movie. Like, they meet up so they can grieve together and since Tony cared for Peter like a son, Pepper will invite him into their family. But yeah, I love her 2000 (Because Tony will always love her more)!

-And SPEAKING of Spiderman, Peter Parker is such a sweetie! He’s so polite and kind and I’m so happy Tony hugged him because SOMEONE had to! He must be protected at all costs and I’m glad he’s got his friend to support him! But he is going to have the WORST Father’s Day ever. Poor kid!

-It doesn’t look like we’re getting a Loki resurrection, but I did appreciate how many times he appeared in this movie. Tom Hiddleston is just a really expressive actor, and I’m gonna miss him so much!

-I had a feeling Cap might decide to stay in the past. And it was a really nice send off of the character. So I didn’t see the first two Captain America films, but the full on Avengers films have done a good job establishing who he is so I more or less felt the impact of his relationship with Peggy! I also hope old Cap shows up to give wisdom to some of our modern heroes every now and then. They basically recast him so depending on the new (old) guy’s contract, we might see him again.

-I was surprised that the Falcon was chosen to yield the shield, but honestly, pretty happy! He can fly AND has a vibranium shield filled to the brim with awesome sauce! That’s gonna be so fun to see in battle!

-CAP CAN YIELD THE HAMMER! Btw, where IS the hammer? Cap had it when he left to go to the past. Is it just chilling in his house? I wanna see someone else lift it! LET’S MAKE THAT A PLOT POINT IN THE NEXT FALCON MOVIE!!!!

-I wish Okoye had more to do. Even if she wasn’t going to the past, maybe there could’ve been something more she could do on the sides to help out with.

-Scott’s reunion with his daughter off all things had me SOBBING! I think that’s partially the case because I saw Ant Man and the Wasp maybe two weeks before seeing this.

-So, is past Gamora gone? We didn’t see her fade away, but given how she wasn’t at the funeral nor on the ship, it seems like it. I feel like that’s a deleted scene, and probably shouldn’t have been. BUT it also looks like Peter’s searching for her, so you never know. This might be what happens in Guardians 3!  I’ll be honest, I was expecting the Guardians to throw the Soul Stone back into the pit and for Gamora to be able to come back up, but that doesn’t seem to be happening at all.

-Also, Thor’s a Guardian of the Galaxy (Or rather, an ASGUARDIAN of the Galaxy) now? Guardians 3 is gonna be interesting. And I love that Nebula’s now an official part of the team. I’m honestly excited to see her dynamics with Rocket (since they were basically besties for five years) and Quill (They are gonna be FUNNY as all hell!)!

-I like how Iron Man, a character often shown to be selfish, ended the series doing about the most selfless thing you can do and Captain America, whose very presence in this era is characterized by a selfless act, allowed himself to do something that was in a way, a bit selfish. That was a great end to their respective character arcs!

-I’m not sure how I feel about the Hulk at the moment. Or Thor. I’m gonna need a bit more time to search my feelings for those.

-I love how the last Avengers film barely had any Scott or Hawkeye and this film had ALL of the Scott and Hawkeye! XD

-The “Come and Get Your Love,” “America’s Ass,” and “Heil Hydra” jokes had me and my theatre in STITCHES!

-THE LADIES OF MARVEL SHOT IS ALL I NEED IN THIS WORLD!!! <3 I can die a happy lady! But seriously, I want that as my social media EVERYTHING! I may be theONCEoverthinker, but hey -- change is good, am I right?

-Small detail, but I’m pretty sure that we had an outwardly gay couple mentioned during the support group scene! I hope we see that more overtly and with a more prominent character *cough* CAROL DANVERS *cough* going forward, but it was a nice moment.

-I appreciate that the only reason why we didn’t get more Carol in this movie was because she was being a hero on other planets!

-THAT SAID, I wish we saw Carol and Fury talk! It’s been so long since they’ve seen each other! You’d think she’d at least ask how Goose has been doing, am I right?

...I feel like I’m eventually gonna have more to add to this, but for right now, that’s the bulk of my thoughts after a night’s worth of reflections. XD

#avengers endgame #avengers endgame spoiler #avengers #endgame #endgame spoilers #marvel #avengers spoilers #iron man #captain america #hulk #guardians of the galaxy #peter quill #gamora #nebula #rocket racoon #groot #drax the destroyer #mantis #captain marvel #t'challa #shuri #okoye #black widow #hawkeye #natasha romanov #clint barton #ant man #scott lang #tony stark #steve rogers

[adlunametadastra]

Avengers Endgame

Character arcs:

Steve Rogers, "the man out of time", finally goes back in time to live out his life with his soulmate. Always had been worthy of wielding Mjolnïr and did so beautifully.

Thor: Should be king of Asgard but wants to still be a hero for those in need. No longer filled with hubris, he gives his birthright to his new potential love interest, Valkyrie, acknowledging her capabilities as a leader and protector.

Virginia "Pepper" Potts: Tony was always rescuing her in some form or fashion. This time, she rescues Tony and joins in on the battle, becoming Rescue, who she was in the comics.

Sam Wilson: "I do what he does, just slower." Always worthy of Cap's shield: loyal, honest, capable, compassionate, intelligent, skilled soldier/combatant, and genuine of heart. Perfectly chosen to take up the Shield.

Clint Barton: from rogue agent to family man. Always willing to sacrifice for those he loves, which is a long way coming from a covert ops soldier turned Ronin hunting down bad guys.

Dr. Bruce Banner: from hating and resenting Hulk, to understanding who Hulk is as an individual and his autonomy. Combined Banners' brilliance, dexterity, and heart with the permanent strength of Hulk. Embracing the light-hearted casual lifestyle that Hulk enjoyed when on Sakaar. Bonus: SO FUCKING HANDSOME AND GOOD LOOKING AND STYLISH LIKE OMG😍😍😍😜😈💋

Carol Danvers: from working alone, to working on a team. From wanting to destroy everything up front, to having a plan and sticking to it. #BadassLadiesofMarvel

Natasha Romanov: "I have red in my ledger. I'd really like to wipe it out." Natalia Aliadnovna Romanovna aka Natasha Romanov/Black Widow has a unique arc as well. Rogue assassin that helped to bring down many a nation according to her orders while in the KGB. Natasha grew into The Avengers as her family, with especially close relationships with Barton, Rogers, and Stark, respectively. Natasha was always about following orders, knowing the clear line between what and what not to do. Her full circle moment came when she sacrifices herself for the soul stone. "Whatever it takes." She loved Clint so much...too much...to allow him to sacrifice himself for the stone. Her actions rested in the belief that they'd win and Clint would get to go home to his family...and that's exactly what happened.

Anthony Howard Stark: "you're not the one to make the sacrifice play." Tony was selfish, self-aggrandising, boisterous, and struggled to make real connections out of fear of loss. When it came to it, it was Tony who made the sacrifice play. He snapped his finger and thanos along with his entire army were gone. "You can rest, now." The most heartbreaking line, ever. Tony went from enjoying being a single bachelor to finding the love of his life and having a daughter, turning into the loving family man that he once feared he'd never be. Morgan may have lost her father, but she gained a family of over 100 avengers, both globally and throughout the galaxy.

When they all started coming in through portal after portal after portal to stand alongside Captain America during the final battle, I cried the ugliest happy cry I've ever done. Seeing them all come from the soul realm via help from Doctor Strange meant soo much to me. T'Challa Shuri & Okoye leading M'Baku and all of Wakandan army...the Valkyries with Brunhilde...to see all of the women soldiers ban together to help pass along the gauntlet to ensure it got where it needed to be...and to see Carol take out Thanks and block his punch WITH THE GAUNTLET AT FULL STRENGTH and not break a damn sweat to where he had to remove the power stone from the gauntlet in order to get a hit on her...she was definitely powered down. To see Virginia Potts fighting alongside her soulmate in the suit he designed for her, to see what he did and tell him, "we're gonna be okay, Tony. You can rest, now." ...to see the light in his arc heart go out...

And then...in the most tumultuous climate for Black Americans in this country...to give us a handsome intelligent capable honest, etc., Dark skinned Black Captain America ripped right outta the comics...

Anthony and Joe Russo... There are no words in any language that can convey how I felt other than:

Thank you.

And to Stan Lee and Jack Kirby, we are forever in your debt. You gave us the most amazing universe. Here's hoping we did you both proud.

[avengerscompound]

Ladies of Marvel Bingo Masterlist

Masterlist for my @ladiesofmarvelbingo fills

Blank Space Chapter 2 Square Filled: M3 - Free Space Rating:  M Pairing:  Wanda Maximoff x Reader Warning:  PTSD, Trauma Summary:  Wanda has become used to the thoughts of others pressing down on her constantly until one day she meets you. A complete blank space in the world.

Blank Space Chapter 3 Square Filled: O1, PTSD Rating:  M Pairing:  Wanda Maximoff x Reader Warning:  PTSD, Trauma Summary:  Wanda has become used to the thoughts of others pressing down on her constantly until one day she meets you. A complete blank space in the world.

Blank Space Chapter 4 Square Filled: E4, Pining Rating:  M Pairing:  Wanda Maximoff x Reader Warning:  Angsty Summary:  Wanda has become used to the thoughts of others pressing down on her constantly until one day she meets you. A complete blank space in the world.

Blank Space Chapter 5 Square Filled: O2, "I can take care of myself just fine.“ Rating:  M Pairing:  Wanda Maximoff x Reader Warning:  Angsty Summary:  Wanda has become used to the thoughts of others pressing down on her constantly until one day she meets you. A complete blank space in the world.

Blank Space Chapter 6 Square Filled: O3, Slow Burn Rating:  M Pairing:  Wanda Maximoff x Reader Warning:  Angsty Summary:  Wanda has become used to the thoughts of others pressing down on her constantly until one day she meets you. A complete blank space in the world.

The Perfect Place Square Filled:  W1, Workshop Sex/ Sex in the Lab Rating: E Pairing: Natasha Romanoff/Reader Warning:  Smut (F|F, oral sex, vaginal fingering) Summary: Natasha leads you through the new Avengers Compound looking for the perfect spot for the two of you to start breaking the place in.

The Shelter Square Filled:  N2, Dog Rating:  T Pairing:  Carol Danvers/Reader Warning: None Summary:    With Carol back in town she takes you and your children to pick out a new dog.

Blown in on the Storm Square Filled: E1, Thunderstorms Rating: E Pairing: Brunnhilde/Reader Warning: Smut (F|F, light d/s, breast play, nipple play, squirting) Summary:  It was a storm that brought Brunnhilde into your life and now they provide comfort when she is away.

Gentle Touch Square Filled:  Nipple Play Rating: E Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/Reader Warning: Smut (F|F breast play) Summary:  After a long day hanging out with Wanda, you end it cuddled on the couch, but some gentle touching leads to something completely unexpected.

Her New Home Square Filled:  N3, Lady Sif Rating: E Pairing: Sif/F!Reader Warning: Smut (F|F, light d/s, vaginal fingering, strap-on use, squirting) Summary:  Sif has lost a lot over the past five years.  Her friends.  Her homeworld.  Half the galaxy.  But she has you and when she and her crew finally track down Midgard, you both decide to celebrate.

Who You Are Square Filled: M2, Maria Hill Rating: M Pairing: Maria Hill/Natasha Romanoff/Reader Warning: Sex talk Summary: You wake up to find Maria sitting on the edge of the bed.  The two of you talk about how she feels in the relationship.

Like Rabbits - Chapter 1 Square Filled:  M5, Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow Rating: E Pairing:  Natasha Romanoff/Reader Warning:  a little angsty a little fluffy, sex talk.   Summary:  While you and Natasha are contemplating starting a family together, Bucky and Clint are doing the exact same thing.  So two couples go take the same path to parenthood together.

Like Rabbits - Chapter 11 Square Filled: W2, Having Kids Rating: E Pairing: Natasha Romanoff/Reader Warning: Pregnancy Stuff Summary:  While you and Natasha are contemplating starting a family together, Bucky and Clint are doing the exact same thing.  So two couples go take the same path to parenthood together.

Like Rabbits - Chapter 13 Square Filled: O5, Bondage Rating: E Pairing: Natasha Romanoff/Reader Warning: Pregnancy stuff, smut (FF, oral sex, light bondage, light d/s, improvised bondage, oral sex, strap on use) Summary:  While you and Natasha are contemplating starting a family together, Bucky and Clint are doing the exact same thing.  So two couples go take the same path to parenthood together.

Like Rabbits - Chapter 15 Square Filled: N4,  "If this is love, loving you is easy.“ Rating: E Pairing: Natasha Romanoff/Reader Warning: Labor Summary:  While you and Natasha are contemplating starting a family together, Bucky and Clint are doing the exact same thing.  So two couples go take the same path to parenthood together.

Knight in Shining Armor Square Filled: N5 Flirting Under Fire Rating: E Pairing: Carol Danvers/Reader Warning: Canon Typical Violence Summary:  Carol steps in to help out in a battle.  The two of you have a certain kind of chemistry.

Vanilla and Fresh Strawberries Square: M1 Friends to Lovers Rating: E Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/Reader Warning: Smut (F|F, Virginity loss (Wanda), oral sex, vaginal fingering, tribbing) Summary:  When your best friend can read your mind, it’s hard to keep your crush a secret.

Always Her Square: W4, Water/Theme Park Rating: T Pairing: Brunnhilde/Reader Warning: None Summary:  Brunnhilde has a lot of costumes depending on her role at the time, but it’s always her.

Start Over Square: M4 Temporary Death/Presumed Dead Rating: M Pairing: Natasha Romanoff/Reader Warning: Canon compliant alternate ending.  Angst.  Grief.  Hurt/Comfort.  Mentions of the extremely bad consequences of both the snap and the blip. Summary: As you try and pick up the pieces of your life after the blip and the death of your girlfriend you discover things aren’t as they seem.

Adaption Square: W3

Rating: E Pairing:  Pepper Potts x Reader Warning:  Superpowered reader, AU where Pepper keeps Extremis and is not with Tony at all, smut (F|F, shower sex, vaginal fingering) Summary:    You were called into the Avengers to help Pepper adapt to her new powers because your powers were the opposite of hers.  Opposites do attract, at least in your case, but you’re not sure if that is too many changes to adapt to.

Her Home Square:  N1

Rating: G Warning: Canon Typical Violence Summary:   When HYDRA tries to take Wanda and her children in the middle of the night, she shows them exactly what happens when you threaten her home.

Above the Crowd Square: E3 Balcony Sex Rating: E Warning: Smut (F|F vaginal fingering, semi-public sex) Summary:   You and Natasha go away on vacation together and when the crowd outside your hotel room is making too much noise for you to sleep, Natasha helps take your mind off it.

Playing Dirty Square:  W5 "Please, you can’t die!  I just got you back!” Rating: E Warning:  Smut (F|F oral sex, vaginal fingering) Summary:  Carol is much, much better at video games than you, so in an attempt to make her lose, you distract her in the best way you know how.

By Arrangement Square: E5 Surrender Rating: E Warning: Smut (F|F, public sex, vaginal fingering) Summary: When the Queen of Alfheim decides she wants to arrange a marriage between either Thor or Loki and one of the Princes or Princesses of Alfheim, they are sent to Asgard to make the arrangement.  Loki is disgusted by the idea.  Unfortunately, she’s also very attracted to one of the chosen group.

Chaos Square: E2 Remote Controlled Sex Toy Rating: E Warning: Smut (F|F, public use of a sex toy, remote control sex toy, overstimulation, vaginal fingering) Summary: Loki is fascinated by your new purchase and decides to cause chaos during your workday by making you orgasm at the most inconvenient times.

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