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Chaos in Yggdrasil City!

TITLE: Chaos in Yggdrasil City!

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Two shot (part 2)

AUTHOR: colifower

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki having a relatively normal human life. Goes to work, pays his taxes, studies for his finals… you know, what your average college student usually deals with. However, there’s a catch. His parents’ divorce, playing loudly in the background, and the consequent split of their mob creates the biggest battle between gangs Yggdrasil City has ever seen.

RATING: T for teen

NOTES/WARNINGS: I believe you call pool churros pool noodles, so there's that. There would be mentions of mobs, swordfights, Thor is a sex worker this time (nothing explicit) and a more specific description of his job.

Also on my AO3!

“You NEED to take Tess with you,” said Time. “They literally won’t shut up about it for the rest of the week.”

“No, I don’t and no, I won’t,” complained Loki. “They’ve seen the swordfight. That’s enough violence for a single day. It’s too dangerous!”

“It can’t be that bad.”

Loki looked at Time. “If a fight breaks, they won’t use swords this time! Swords are their ‘weapon of persuasion’”

“Then get them a bulletproof vest!”

Loki scoffed. “They’re more… maze people.”

“They use maces?!?” said Tess, complete adoration reflected in their eyes. “Lokiii… please…”

“Ugh, why do you want to go so bad?”

“Because I want to meet your family, you silly,” they said, slapping his back in a gesture of companionship. Loki blushed furiously. “You always talk about your brother with fondness. And I kind of wanna picture who are you talking about when you complain about your dad! (And also, because maybe I’ll get to be a maze ace for a moment)”

“Ok, fine,” he sighted. He did hear their muttering that and chose to ignore it. “But don’t do anything that can start another swordfight.”

“Ok, I promise,” they said reluctantly.

The pair took two taxis to get to their final destination. One “official” and another one belonging to the gang. They arrived at the doors of a laundry industrial facility and passed the exhaustive security checks. One could think Odin employed TSA agents, but their fixation with toothpaste volume limits was simply because then they could go without buying toiletries at the supermarket.

“Ah!” said a corpulent man past the security entrance, greeting his guests. “Loki, my child. You came! And you’ve brought a visitor. A pretty one, I must say,” he added with a wink. “I’m Odin “Allfather” Borson, but you can call me Odin.”

Tess giggled but presented themselves and gave out their hand for Odin to shake. The old man took it and kissed it as a courtesy gesture. Tess wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

“Don’t stand over there, frozen like a pair of popsicles. Come in, come in,” he said, gesturing them to follow him. “Thor is waiting for you. Don’t mind me, I need to go and get something for our guest. I’ll be back soon.”

“Oh!” Tess exclaimed. “Like a friendship bracelet or something?”

Loki shrugged. “He probably went to check with his lawyer Heimdall and his “”lawyer”” Frigga what to do about you and check that you’re all clean.”

“Of course I’m clean!” they said, as if stating the obvious. “I showered right before leaving the apartment.”

Loki opened the door and Thor’s muscled arms embraced him in a bone-crushing hug.

“Hey Thor,” said Loki. “How’s it going?”

“Hi, Loki, check out my new tat,” he said, pointing at his back.

“Fun Zone?” he read, looking at the one that seemed kind of new. It was accompanied with a red arrow pointing downwards at his butt. His manly G-string left nothing to the imagination.

“Oh, no. Well… I had that one done recently I suppose you didn’t see it before. I’m talking about the you-inspired tat, the one in the center of my back?”

“Ooooh. That’s so sweet of you,” said Loki, looking at the helmet and daggers that surrounded the inscription.

“Why does it say RIP Loki?” asked Tess.

Loki sat down on the armchair with a tired flair. “I used to go to swimming lessons at the public pool. It was during the summer holidays, so I came with my other dad while Thor came with Odin. They started to fight with the pool’s churros. I was running away because it was starting to get heated so…”

“… you fell into the pool and drowned?” said Tess, quite worried for their Loki.

“Nope. He ran into the shower pole and got a concussion,” said Thor. “I was chilling with some friends doing meth, getting tattoos… you know, typical tween behavior.”

“Well, my monitor Mr. Hogun came to check on me because the whole lifeguard team was trying to stop my fathers from drowning each other. Thor was just crying and thought me dead, so he asked his friend to tattoo the RIP Loki just when he was done with his silly straw one.”

“Yeah, I promised to get it corrected someday, and so I did,” he said proudly. “Anything for my big bro.”

“The helmet and daggers were part of my first dnd character. We used to play so much together. My character died because a giant prune chocked him to dead. I named him Loki, because I couldn’t remember his name.”

“Talking about Mr. Hogun,” said Thor. “I found him the other day!”

“Oh wow. It’s been so long! How was he? Did you meet him while on tour?”

“Yeah!” he said with enthusiasm. “I was quite surprised at first, but he’s quite a big fan of my work, if you know what I mean” he said with a cheeky wink.

“You slept with Mr. Hogun?” asked Loki, quite incredulously.

“Of course not! We just fucked. I’m not sleeping with anybody who doesn’t have a bed base. It will fuck up my back and I can’t afford to do that, even less while on tour,” said Thor, crossing his arms over his bedazzled mesh tank top that read “Luxurious”.

“Oh. What do you do for a living?” asked Tess. “Do you help with the family business?”

“Not generally. I do lick some of Alligator’s lackeys’ privates for information for dad, but nothing stable. My work and passion is my OnlyFans account,” he said. Loki smiled with admiration. He was very proud of his little brother’s accomplishments. “I’ve just started a series where I collab with a known stripper of the country I travel to,” continued Thor, “and we put on a little show for the feed in front of one of said country’s national landmarks. It’s called National Monuments. Check it out! My username is Thor_professional_thot”

“Good to know,” said Tess.

“Don’t worry, don’t feel pressured to follow…”

“Tess,” they said. With that impromptu conversation they’ve forgot to present themselves.

“Tess. My name is Thor, I go by he/him these days. As I was saying… I know that following your boyfriend’s brother’s porn account can be a bit violent. Ah, and of course! Not everybody is into these things.”

“Sorry Thor. I… I think I’m too ace for this sort of thing.”

“Ooh… Big bro getting the ladders,” said Thor. “I told you you could find a cool ace to date. I’m glad you did.”

Both Loki and Tess ignored Thor’s attempt to make a gender-neutral word for Lad. Or the dating part. Neither of them was ready to talk about it, but… neither of them had corrected Thor?

“There you are!” said Odin, opening the door with a book under his arm. “Come on, let’s eat some diner.”

They all sat down for dinner. Tess asked him about the book, but Odin said the book was for later and said nothing more. He clapped his ring-filled hands together and a cook came to them with a tray of food.

“Dad? Is that you?” asked Loki at the poorly disguised man. He was tall and lean and had a very fake moustache glued to his upper lip.

“Laufey Alligator,” said Odin. “I should have known it was you, you crocodile fucker.”

“Ok, first of all it happened once,” said Laufey, ripping off his fake moustache. “Second, it was a kiss. And third… I was too drunk I thought it was your ugly ass.”

“Have you look at yourself lately? You look like an abandoned strawman.”

“At least my goons don’t call me Allfather because I can’t keep track of the illicit babies I have!” he shouted. “No offense, Thor.”

“None taken” he said. He was very used to their back and forth. He knew Laufey didn’t think poorly of him, only of his father being a cheater.

“Thor is not illicit. We were on a break!”

“We got the divorce AFTER I learnt HE was a thing,” said Laufey getting a maze from under his apron. “Ugh, I can’t believe we were ever married”

“The sentiment is mutual,” said Odin, picking up the serving knife inserted in the turkey.

“Maze time,” murmured Tess. Loki grabbed their arm and guided them to the corner, where they were a bit safer from the fight.

“Loki’s staying with me, you earless racoon.”

“Of course not, you stinky weasel. He’s staying with me! Right dear?”

“Nope. I’m not getting involved in any of that,” said Loki. “In fact, I should have stayed home.”

Odin cut a chunk out of his ex’s long brown hair. “How could you say that my son? I carried you for no less than fourteen months in my womb.”

“Liar!” shouted Laufey, pulling from Odin’s beard. “You delivered at the beginning of your third trimester!”

Thor clicked his tongue. “Well, that can go for hours. Do you want to see the family pictures?” he said, opening the book Odin had brough for later use.

“Oh yes please”

Loki rested his weight on the threshold of Tess’ bedroom. “So… when are you gonna give them back?”

Tess shook their head with force, pressing the album against their chest. “When I’m done finding cute pictures of you,” they said. “And you are very, very cute.”

Loki cleared his voice. “Sorry that this was… a disaster of dinner. At least Thor was nice.”

“It was perfect,” they said. “Your family is… interesting. And just as cool as you are.”

And just like that, they pecked Loki on the lips.

“Goodnight, Loki.”

The six were reunited again.

“So… Tess,” started Reality, leader of the emerging gang known as The Infinity Stones. “Show us the intel you’ve got.”

“Ok, so. Pay attention, please. This picture is from when Loki got in third place in the school’s short story writing competition. And this is said short story. I’m gonna read it to y’all, let me know what you think. Once upon a time…”

“Stop, stop. Is this… Loki’s baby pictures?”

“Yes?”

“Is this the only thing you could find about their entire gang? You said Odin showed you his entire archive.”

“I didn’t say that. I said Loki showed me his old bedroom there. I don’t remember very much about the rest of the building. Honestly? I don’t know about that gang business, I don’t believe it. Look at Loki. Have you seen him? Ever? Does he look like a gang member?”

“Erm…”

“See? I don’t know why you keep bringing that up. I thought this was the talk about Loki club? Not an RPF.”

The other 5 members facepalmed. They might have slightly misinterpreted Tess’ when they said that they ‘I know a lot about Loki’.

#Loki #God of Mischief #Submitted one shot #Submitted fic #Chaos in Yggdrasil City!#part 2 #colifower

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the-firebird69 · 10 months

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Full Metal Jacket | Film Locations

There's a few things I like about my husband he says what is that guy doing cuz the black dog came running over at the white one and kind of tried to put it in a headlock and the white was looking at him like you're a nutcase later it's cuz it's a girl and things are funny like that but this isn't funny. And what these two are doing at three really is not funny. The more or less trying to get rid of themselves I think using our son well my husband and we're not really sure why except that's what it appears that they're doing and it doesn't mean anything except foreigners are using them as a bridge and it works and then suicidal is part of their way and my husband has some experience with that happened in the homeless shelter it was that teeny little black lady and he did it anyways but people hurting and they said how bad was it and say it's really bad you need to sit there and threatening and threatening and threatening cuz they're used to it happening to them so they don't know the limit and they said wow we can't take it no you're spoiled. It did bother me and I told her about it and I said you're going to have to pay for that she starts speaking voodoo and I said I can speak all sorts of demon and I had some demons talk to her and she shot her pants literally the little s*** could run fast enough and when father caught up to her as the violator she was bleeding internally out of fear and she saw it and passed out and now she's running social security and her son says just don't shoot your pants to be fine no kind of makes it a little curious what the hell you're doing. The incident is in Parris Island and the showers removed from Amherst Massachusetts so behoove him to figure out who moved them and if they're moved yet. And kind of implies is the military and maybe the commander of the base so they're looking into that and to see who's in power out there in Parris Island is off New York and it's near New Jersey so I think it's still in their possession and it might be bja and it makes a lot of sense they're just doing like a tit for tat thing and BJ is not his kind and it's not the brother you think he is and you're just a nutcase and don't show up at Walmart a****** everyone's going to call the cops and you tried to this morning and they called the cops and we saw you getting arrested that's what they're going to do you don't care good we need you die in prison and get incinerated it's raining for them to come in and all sorts of other stuff you think you'll take over a son's body by eating him so we don't need you here same with your hand father and it's been disproving it just doesn't matter to you so you're out

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This is where Dan dies and a good half his brain is gone and it's really 3/4 of the back and we really need that the guy needs to leave one way or the other since he refuses to leave here as everyone's requested he will die on a Marine Base supposedly attract attention to the military when it's in vja territory somebody really cares and discuss the word between you two idiots and it's really Garth standing there.

Thor Freya

But yeah the clones are doing it the max kind of doing it too but the clones are still a huge Force

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vdlest · 3 years

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2am knock on my door

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Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary:

After Tony's death, Cap's disappearance, and end of Thanos, everybody go on separate ways to continue their lives. You became alone. But one rainy night, you heard a knock on your door, only to find Bucky Barnes soaking wet outside your apartment. You soon realized that you're not the only person who feels that kind of sadness and loneliness. That makes the two of you.

Warning:

Nothing that I could think of

It is not a secret that after Tony and Nat's death, Cap's disappearance, and your fight with Thanos, everybody go on their separate ways.

Wanda may have experienced a tough time to accept everything that has happened, but she did anyway. She's somewhere out there, preparing herself for the time that she'll be needed to exercise her powers and strength.

Spider-man kept his promise that he'll always be in the neighborhood. He's a full-time student and a full-time Spider-man at the same time. What a great kid.

The Guardians, of course, they are in the galaxy, doing what they have to do, alongside with Thor. They're doing everything in their power to protect the galaxy from going chaotic again.

Sam, as the new Captain America, is having a mission with Torres as they are tracking down the rest of the Flag Smashers. The ex-Winter Soldier, the White Wolf, James Buchanan Barnes, is doing his amendment to those people who are still on his list.

And here you are, all alone in your two-storey apartment. Waiting for the call of mission, and doing some training on the side with Sam and Bucky, when they're not busy of course.

Everyone check-up on each other from time to time. In fact, everyone's planning to have a Christmas party this coming December, but that's too far to be excited about. It's only May for Christ's sake. They are always reminding you that they are always around, for you, no matter how far they are. But you still feel empty and feel lonely.

Steve's not here anymore to have late night talks and coffee with.

Tony's gone for real.

Nat's not coming back and you got to live with that.

You are just with yourself.

But one rainy night, you heard a knock on your door.

You sleepily checked the time on your alarm clock. It was 2 am. 2 in the freaking morning.

You're not the type of person who invites people at your house, especially at this time. So, you questioned yourself as you get up and grab your robe.

"Who could this human being be?" you groaned as you make your way downstairs.

You are too sleepy to open the lights, so you just reached for the nearest lamp and that served as your light. You walk towards the door and removed all the locks that Sam and Bucky installed for you, for your safety.

As soon as you finished unlocking your door, you opened it.

"Barnes?" your eyes widened as your y/e/c eyes traveled to the blue-eyed soldier in front of you, "What on earth are you doing up here at this hour? And why are you showering in the rain?" you asked him.

He is soaking wet because of the rain. He must be riding his motorcyle without any rain coat.

After you questioned him, you realized that the James Buchanan Barnes in front of you right now is different from the James Buchanan Barnes you always interact with. That cocky and naughty James Barnes who always bully Sam when the three of you are together. There's sadness and loneliness in his eyes. Apart from that, you can also sense longingness in him for unknown reason.

"I didn't want to wake you and bother your sleep, but..." he paused for a moment to find the right words to say to you, but he didn't find any lucky, "Anyway, I'll just leave."

Before he could turn his back on you, you grabbed his wrist.

"No, don't go, Barnes."

You have no idea why those words escaped through your mouth. All you know is that you didn't want him to go back to his house and be more miserable and lonely. You didn't want to push him away, as you can already sense that he's not okay. So you decided to ask him to stay since you have a spare room in your apartment.

"I'm not yet asleep when you knocked anyway," you lied to make him feel less guilty for waking you up, "I could use some company."

You and Bucky has been civil and professional with each other. You can call each other friends but you know that there's a borderline between the two of you. But seeing him in front of your house in the middle of the night, there must be something. And maybe it was the time that you and him will finally erase that borderline.

As soon as both of you entered the living room, you asked him to stay there and you quickly get a towel upstairs.

While waiting for you, Bucky roamed his eyes around your living room and he noticed the newly displayed pictures on your wall, which he can clearly see because of the lamp near it.

Your picture. Your picture with your family. Your photo with Steve. Your photo with Wanda and Nat. Your photo with Dr. Banner in a form of green, big guy and with Clint.

But the picture that stunned him was a picture of him and Sam.

As he was about to grab the picture frame, you saw him while you were holding the towel.

You've been unoccupied with the last few weeks, so you decided to have some redecoration on your apartment. You bought new printer and new picture frames. You decided to put the important people in your lives, until you've come to realized that you don't have pictures with Sam and Bucky, and they helped you once in a while.

"Barnes, here's your towel," you said as you walk towards him and handed him the towel.

His stare let go of the pictures and accepted the towel.

You offered him coffee but he refused. You also offered him with water, something to eat or anything, but he refused too. So, to make things not so awkward, you asked him the question you've been meaning to ask him.

"Barnes, wha---"

He cut you off, "Call me by my last name again and I'll leave."

He used the voice that he's using when Sam is annoying him with the use of his redwing. You were stunned when you heard him using that kind of tone to you.

"What do you want me to call you, then?" you confidently asked, trying to hide that you were kind of scared when he used that kind of voice towards you.

"Bucky."

You didn't have the guts to call him that because you once heard him telling Sam that he shouldn't call him Bucky because he's not Steve, so you thought that only close friends and family can call him that.

So you asked yourself, are we that close now?

"I installed your book shelf in your bedroom, I put up your headboard, I even fixed your dresser, and here you are, still calling me Barnes?" he scoffed as he sat down in the couch.

You sat down on the couch across him and cleared your throat, "Okay. So, Bucky, why did you really come here?" you asked.

The sadness and loneliness came back in his eyes as soon as you asked him. All of a sudden he remembered what really pushed him to go in your place.

"Before the Flag Smasher fiasco in New York, Sam advised me about making amendments," he started.

You nodded, "Which I'm already aware."

He glares at you, giving you a look if you want him to finish talking and explaining or you'll conitnue to give comments.

"Anyway, I came to Yori last night and..." he paused for a moment as he look down and avoided your gaze, "...and I told him about what I did to his son. I...I told him that I am the murderer of his son...I was the one who...who," the moment you saw him struggling to continue his story, you immediately stood up and walked towards him, "Fuck!" he hissed and closed his eyes while his palm is already on his face.

You are very much aware of everything that Bucky have been through. You also knew how much he wanted to forget everything he unwillingly do when he was still under Hydra's spell. You saw in him how eager he is to become a better version of himself.

"Bucky, it's not your fault," you said, trying to calm him down.

You were hesitatnt to sit beside him and put your arms around him to comfort him, but you could see that he really needs a friend, and that's the exact reason why he knocked on your door in the middle of the night. He needs a friend and the friend he needs is you.

You squeezed his shoulders as you calm him down.

"You are not the Winter Soldier anymore, Bucky," you reminded him, while waiting for him to meet your gaze.

"Winter Soldier will always be marked as me," he countered.

He finally removes his hands from his face and you saw how red his eyes were. He was holding his tears back.

This is the first time that you actually saw him like this, but your belief and confidence in him and his heart hasn't changed a bit. You've always believed that there's a good person in him despite his dark past. You know for a fact that he's already far from the man he was before. You believe tat one day, people will remember Bucky Barnes as the man who had his redemption by saving people's lives. You believe in him. You have faith in him. And you wanted him to know that.

"Did you know why I chose you and Sam to be my trainor when everybody left?" you asked him.

Of all people, you chose him and Sam.

His blue eyes finally meet with your gaze and he is totally waiting for you to asnwer your own question.

"Because when everybody left, you and Sam constantly checked up on me. When I told everyone that I am moving, you and Sam instantly came to my old place and helped me without asking you to do it. Especially you, Bucky," your hands traveled all the way his knuckles and gave it a squeeze, "I know we're not really that close, we don't tell everything to each other, but every single time we cross paths, you are very concern and you are always taking good care of me as if I'm your sister."

"I don't look at you like that," he suddenly said, stopping you from talking.

Suddenly, his metal arm was already on top your hand, holding it like it's a fragile flower vase.

You waited for him to continue from talking but he was just staring at you. You felt uncomfortable the way he looks at you because you feel butterflies roaming around your stomach so you decided to avoid his gaze and continue on making him feel better.

"As I was saying," you cleared your throat and closed your eyes for a second before you move your eyes back to him again, "Bucky, you should stop letting your past determine what you will be. Steve saw something good in you and that's what we're seeing in you. Unfortunately, you don't see that because you're too busy thinking of what others will think about you and your new life. You should stop that, Bucky. Do this whole thing for yourself, for the people who believe in you and that's us. We're here. I am here."

A small smile came up in his oh-so-perfect lips.

"Thank you," he said while his eyes are pinned on yours.

You looked down and smiled, "It's the least that I could do for the person who fixed almost everything in this apartment of mine."

"Hey, Sam helped too," he said, being too humble to accept the compliment.

He and Sam helped you, but knowing that Bucky have vibranium arms, he's much more help than Sam.

"Well, since only the two of us is here, let's just keep it a secret that you did all the work here," you joked as you moved your eyes back to him, "Just so you know, you are always welcome to come here, Bucky. I could also use a friend sometimes," and when you said that, you suddenly felt loneliness in your heart as well.

All those times that you've been in your bedroom, watching a dumb-romantic movie just because you're bored, the times when you had to eat breakfast, lunch, dinner and even midnight snack alone, because no one's around to accompany you. And you don't want to oblige everyone to accompany you 24/7 since everyone has their own lives to fix and run.

You were too shy to tell Bucky about how welcome you are for him, however, you're not too proud to seek new friendships.

"And just so you know too, I'm here," he said as he gave your cheeks a caress. "And I don't want you to think that I only see you as a sister or what, because you're not."

Your brows formed a frown when you heard what he said.

"Just don't, okay?"

You gave him a nod and a smile, even though you are completely puzzled with what he said.

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes x y/n #Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader #Bucky Barnes imagine #Marvel #Marvel imagine #Marvel x y/n

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diaryofabeautyfiend · 3 years

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Small Time Witch (33)

3 am. The darkest part of the night full of quiet longing. The day slips away to a new dawn and time is reborn.

On the eve of your hearing you sat in such darkness having a drink or seven. Your husband asleep in your childhood bed in the room you shared with Bethany. You stared into oblivion trying to come to terms with the gravity of what was facing you. The UN and SHIELD were going to decide if you were a threat. And, if you were, what would they do to you.

Odin already put up the funds to repair the damage you caused. He tried to be diplomatic with the World Security Council. Promised you wouldn’t step a toe onto Midgard without a proper escort and a heads up that you were on the way. They didn’t bite. They wouldn’t would they?

They only wanted an arrangement that worked for them. A tit for tat but more tit for them than tat for you. Essentially, you work for them when they say and they won’t lock you up for the remainder of your life.

Loki wanted to just leave. They threatened to find you. He laughed in their faces and said he’d like to see them try. He vowed to unleash hell as many of the universe’s armies were loyal to you. They didn’t take kindly to his threats. Had Steve not stepped in, you’d both be in a cage.

This is what you wanted wasn’t it? Your Clyde to his Bonnie. Eternal outlaws. He didn’t want that anymore. He wanted a sweet little house and a quiet life with babies in his arms. You were starting to think that was a good idea. To settle.

You had a few more tricks up your sleeve though. Mobius stepped in briefly promising if things went wrong he would handle it. You didn’t know what that meant. Oddly you trusted him. He had been true to his word thus far and brutally honest. Things may be playing out exactly how they were meant to play out. You did ask if he gave you Loki just because he knew you’d lose him again. He assured you the two of you were inseparable. That at least gave you solace.

The other worry on your mind was your last visit with the team of doctors Steve set up. They examined poked prodded and drew blood for five days. You weren’t riddled with cancer. Your body was in top shape. That was, as long as you held the stones. You wouldn’t die if you let them go. You just wouldn’t heal. Your body had been through hell. You would live a feeble existence. They’re suggestion was to learn to live with them.

The only stone you agreed to expel was the power stone. It was determined by Loki, the Professor and Agatha that the power stone in particular was doing the most damage. It was reluctant to let you go but they finally got it out. It’s currently in the Professor’s vault where only he and you have access. Just in case.

Agatha had also been helping you uncover the truth about the Kale’s and their plot to destroy your coven. She believed Fury sent them so he could take you for himself. When you told her about his plan to kill Franklin, that all but solidified things. They were not top priority at the moment. Even if they were to attack, you had enough fire power now to defend yourselves. They also lost the element of surprise. Once you had proof, you would bring them in front of the witches council and let them deal with them. For now, your family was safe.

You poured another drink and finally you were starting to feel the tendrils of liquor take hold. You stared into the room bathed in obsidian. It stared back. It flirted with you. Begged you to embrace it. To let it take you. These days the darkness was the only lover you knew. You reached out to it but Loki pulled you back.

You had not heard his feet gently padding across the hardwood. Had not noticed his weight lean on the top of the wingback chair. You smiled at the darkness offering a weak sorry when you felt his lips on the top of your head.

“Let’s take a walk” he whispered as he pried the bottle from your hands. As you did most nights, you walked to the spot where your cottage should be. He laid out a blanket and wrapped another around the two of you. His emotions were normally all over the place. Panic and worry mixed with pain and fear. Always though, his love for you was ever prominent. This night he simply felt calm.

“I’m starting to see your vision of a life with less bullshit.” You snuggled against him to keep warm.

A smiled curled the corner of his lips, “I knew you would come around eventually.”

“If we get through this, I may even rethink the part about children. The doctors told me I was all good in there. Maybe too good.”

He laughed and kissed your hair, “Sounds divine. Perhaps we can just move your mother to Asgard with us. I know it would pain her to have her grandchildren so far away.”

“She’d never leave Helen and the girls. We can’t come back here. That’s clear now.”

“No. Whatever happens tomorrow, darling, I suggest you say your goodbyes. Not a chance we’ll stay behind.”

You nodded. “I know. I guess I just hope against hope that they’ll reconsider Odin’s proposal.” You both knew that wouldn’t happen.

Loki massaged your shoulders applying just the right amount of pressure to turn you into putty. “I’m sorry it’s come to this, Y/N.”

“Me too. I just want everything to be over.” You sunk further into his chest letting your eyes close.

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On the morning of the hearing the house was bustling. All of the girls ran around getting ready for the big day. Even though this was your hearing the entire coven would be on trial. Helene and Agatha tried to prepare you for anything. “Keep your composure.” Helene kept warning. That would be the the theme for the day. Composure. Stiff upper lip. Take your lumps with dignity and grace.

The girls all went ahead of you. Loki and your mother stayed behind. She tried to get you to eat something. Your stomach was in knots. You couldn’t possibly keep anything down. She held your hand while you sat on the porch waiting for your transport. When the agents arrived she had to look away when they shackled your hands and feet. They loaded you into the back of the armored van. She held your eyes through the slit in the window. You were being brave. She was not. When they pulled away she broke down.

“I’m never going to see her again am I?” she asked Loki.

“Asgard is beautiful this time of year. You are free to visit anytime.” He gave her a small smile and patted her on the back.

“Take care of her. Please.”

“I intend to.”

They drove to the facility in silence. When they parked Thor was waiting for them. “Heimdall is at the ready.” he informed Loki.

“Good. Give her a moment to say goodbye to her mother then call him.”

The room was large and crowded. The Avengers were all seated behind you. Some of the X-men filtered in as well. The guards stood a little taller when Magneto sat next to the Professor. Your case would set a precedent for how all mutant and enhanced persons were treated from there on out. You were concerned that, if things didn’t go your way, Magneto would start something. That would all but solidify the monstrous view the government had of mutants.

Secretary Ross sat in front of you with various other generals and senators. The World Security Council was watching from a large monitor. They hammered you with question after question about Thanos and Malekith. They asked the same questions over and over. Nothing you could say was good enough. You started to get antsy. They already made their decision. Nothing you could say would free you. You sat alone and squirming for two hours before they called for lunch.

You stayed seated waiting for an agent to escort you back to the holding area. Loki sat behind you willing you to turn around. When you finally did tears were in your eyes.

“Oh, Pet. Please don’t cry.”

“They’ve already decided. We should....” Before you could finish your sentence Mobius M. Mobius came strolling in with his briefcase.

“Escape? Like they don’t have that collar wired with explosives. Mobius M. Mobius.” He introduced himself to Loki.

“This wasn’t plan was it?” Your voice broke as he rifled around is case.

“Nope.” He pulled out a lock picking kit and pushed your head down to get a better look at the collar.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Loki whispered outraged.

“Oh. Don’t worry about them. I’ve frozen this whole room.” When Loki looked around he saw the guards standing completely still. The room was silent. “Ok, kid. Hold still.” Before Loki could spring into action your collar slipped from your neck. “That was close.” Mobius chuckled.

You stood up and shook your shackles off your wrists and ankles. “Thanks!”

“You’re welcome. Now dry your tears and let’s get out of here. You too, your highness.” You walked through the building seeing everyone frozen in the hallways and even on the street. Loki held your hand protectively. “We just have to get to the jump point and you can call for Heimdall. Thor is already there waiting.”

“Why are you helping us?” Loki was flustered. He gripped your hand and pulled you toward him. “Y/N who is this? Why is he helping us?”

“Lok...” You tried to find a way to explain but Mobius cut you off.

“It’s ok, Y/N. I am Mobius M. Mobius. I am in upper management in the TVA. I’m helping you because she’s needed. In fact, both of you are. Time is kind of fucked because of you two. Every time she gets it back on track something comes busting in and ruining it. In case it wasn’t clear, she’s not supposed to be a prisoner on Earth.” He urged you forward and you ran to a clear space to call for Heimdall. “Go! I’ll be in touch.” He threw you a communicator and sent you on your way.

When you reached the Bifrost, Thor was waiting. “You’re lucky you two made it. They were going to call for Y/N’s execution.” Your heart was in your throat.

“Y/N you are not to step foot on Midgard again. Do you understand? Thor will sort this out after the smoke clears.” Odin was not a fan of dealing with the hot headed little Midgardians. He dismissed you but didn’t punish you. You were punishing yourself enough.

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After a few weeks Thor returned to Midgard to play the diplomat. He stayed for a few days. You assumed to be with Jane. When he returned, the news was not good. You were all summoned to Odin’s office off of the throne room.

“They want Y/N to return to Midgard immediately. They are taking our refusal to hand her over as an act of hostility.” Thor’s voice was quiet and tinged with anger. “I don’t have to tell you, little sister, how difficult a position I am in.”

“You’d turn her over?!” Loki was on his feet. You took his hand and guided him back to his seat.

“No. He won’t turn me over. They are pressuring him. Probably pressuring my family and friends too.”

“Tensions are high, brother. Every mutant on earth is being punished for her crimes.”

“What do they want from her?” Odin was outraged.

“The same thing you do, Father. They want to use me as a weapon. No one is going to mess with Asgard as long as I’m here right? Earth wants the same protection. They want me to handle their biggest messes. They are backing me into a corner. Thor, I need you to bring Charles Xavier and Max Eisenhardt to Asgard. The sooner the better.”

You excused yourself and Loki followed you. “Darling, let’s just disappear for a while.”

“They won’t let up. I have to make this right. I’m going to get in touch with Mobius. Maybe he can guide me in the right direction.”

“I don’t trust him.”

“Honey, you don’t trust anyone but me. I need to know if we’re on the right path.”

“The right path to what?!” He grabbed your hands wanting so badly to shake some sense into you.

“To ending this. To settling down.” You wrapped your arms around his waist and inhaled his scent. “I’m so tired, Lok. You were right before. I loved our life in our cottage. I thought I fixed it all when I ended Thanos. But you were right. There would always be something.”

“There are some things I don’t enjoy being right about.” He nuzzled your hair. “Let’s go have a cup of tea and we’ll call Mobius.”

Loki made your tea with valerian root chamomile sweet rose hips and lavender. You were passed out within thirty minutes. He took your communicator and pressed the one and only button that would contact Mobius. He thought it would work like a phone. Instead he was dropped into an office that looked like the DMV. A young man stared at him expressionless.

“Welcome to the TVA. I’m Craig. How can I help you?”

“I’m looking for Mobius.”

“Is he expecting you? I’m just kidding. He knew you were coming. This way.”

Craig led Loki down a long hallway to an elevator that seemed to go on forever. When it finally stopped, Craig did not step off but pointed at a table and chairs in the corner, “Wait there.”

There was music playing over the speaker. Someone coughed in the distance though he was alone in the room. This is it. This is where I die. He thought. After an agonizing ten minutes Mobius burst in.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” he sat down arranging an enormous mound of paperwork. “You would think with all the power we possess we could automate this process. Anyway. What can I do for you?”

“What do you want with my wife?”

“Boy you don’t mince words. Easy. Time is broken. It needs to be fixed.” He held up a device for Loki to illustrate what had been happening. “See this long line here? That’s time not a straight line but close right? All these branches are timelines that happened because she and others decided to mess with it.”

“Others? What others?”

“Steve Rogers for one. When she took off with you and the tesseract she gave Steve the bright idea to go back to the 40’s and live on with Peggy Carter. That wasn’t supposed to happen. It needs to be corrected.”

“Let me handle it. She’s tired. She’s done enough. If you take care of what’s happening on Earth, I’ll set it all right.”

Mobius eyed him up for several minutes. He ran through possibilities and outcomes. Weighed each option carefully. Loki would be the best option to fix things but also the most likely to make it worse. In the end, he decided sending only one of you on this mission was probably the best bet. He can handle one of you easily. Both of you together is asking for chaos.

“Fine. Consider Earth handled. Keep her on Asgard. Do not let her interfere. I’ll be in touch with the rest. She’ll have to handle Rogers though.”

“Handle him?” Loki was tired of Mobius using you for his personal assassin. You were far too trusting. “If you mean to kill him...”

“Jeez. No. She just has to stop him before he runs off with Peggy. Loki, she’s not immortal you know? Those stones will burn her out eventually. She’ll lose at some point.”

His brows knitted together with worry, “Then I suppose I have to hurry.”

In a blink, he was back in your bedroom. You were still sleeping soundly. He brushed your hair out of your face. You smiled in your sleep and leaned in to him. It would all be over soon.

#loki of jotunheim #loki tv #loki of asgard #loki x you #the variant #TVA #time variance authority #mobius m mobius #small time witch #witch #mcu witches #xmen #charles xavier #loki x reader angst #loki x reader

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 4 years

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Dating a tattoo artist

Imagine: being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

This was a fun idea I had. I hope you like it. Enjoy ❤️

Victor Creed

-he is here for it

-since his loooooonnnnggg life is well long he loves to tells stories of tattoo artists he met Japan, Brazil, New York, New Zeland...

-and you can bet that he will have the most elaborate tattoo you can think of since he said so

'You want a tattoo? From me?'

'Yes, I trust you.'

'That's the problem, Vic, you could end up with a dolphin tattoo on your arm.'

'.... Well... I still trust you?'

-after that, he was a little bug just to be on your good side which you took full advantage of

Being on top, commanding him? Sure

Handing you the remote even though it's next to you? Of course

Helping you choose an outfit even though you are indecisive and he has a short fuse? Hell yeah.

-when the day came you tattooed him a small quote that described him

"Tough times never last but tough people do"

(Robert H. Shuller)

'I love it. Thank you kitten.'

Loki Laufeyson

-Since he was in the cell for most of his life (in my universe that's the worst thing happening for him, he didn't die nor his mother) he doesn't know what a tattoo artist is he thinks that's an alternative art form he is supportive

-after you talk to him describing the definition of tattoos and the art behind it he is very much perplexed

'So mortals pay you to pierce their skin with black ink to paint...something????'

'Tattoo something on their skin and yes.'

'With pain in mind?????'

'Yes, and it looks awesome.'

-when he heard the story of your tattoo shop he decided to tag along to see the magic

-he saw how men and women tattooed others while they squirmed in their seats he chuckled at the sight of it

'Darling you could have told me.'

'What?'

'You torture people with the needle machines and coax them into paying you. Brilliant.'

'Suree~~~~'

-he stayed with you to help you with the pain giving without a medical license

'I'm a God. I'm above it.'

'No one is above the Inspection.'

Thor Odinson

-since his depression and weight gain he is very much informed of the world of MTV tattoo show "How far is tattoo far?"

-so he very much thinks that tattoos are a stamp of disgrace

-and keeping that in mind he is frazzled why are you doing a job like that

'You are a shame barer?'

'Shame-what...? Thor! I'm not. The show is a disgrace to the tattoo world.'

'Shame~~barer~~~'

'Just come with me and spend one day and see it for yourself.'

-Thor is reluctant much to his words but still, you sat him down in the waiting lobby he chats up the customers a.k.a big muscular dudes that are already tattooed from the neck down

'So... what is your shame? What horrible deed have you done to come here?'

'Excuse me!?'

'You must be here to condemn your shame by immortalizing it with a flesh sticker.'

-at this point, the muscle dude stood up ready to attack Thor but you intervene quickly

'Marc, stop!'

-the man turned around hiding his tight fist behind his back

'Y/n, already done? That's fast.'

'Marc, you know that you were released 7 months ago and you are still on parole. Come on. Stop it.'

'He insulted me and-and my tattoos. Your tattoos. You know how am about your work.'

-Thor hears that as stands up grabbing Marc's arm examining the tattoos in amazement

'My darling, I want that felsh sticker as he has.'

'.......... Sure........ Wait here. Let's go, Marc. I need to vent.'

Steve Rogers

-Steve knows what tattoos are since he has seen the stick and poke of his fellow soldiers but never a photorealistic tattoo in your portfolio

-he is very much intrigued how you made that look like a real person on someone's skin knowing very well there is no eraser

-loves to ask how do you achieve such colors that simply jump out or how you make a fabric that of a shirt or some patterns, he is armed with questions

-and since he is an art wizard himself he loves to have a painting duel with you, you paint on his skin with watercolors and he paints on the canvas

-that's one of his favorite moments

'What did you draw?'

'A dolphin kissing a penguin.'

'What?!'

'Just kidding I painted the building in Brooklyn where you lived.'

'Did I tell you how much I love you?'

Bucky Barnes

-this man thrives to see you fulfill your dream and passion

-especially when he picks you up, he parks the car exiting it and walking in seeing you talk to your employees and customers exchanging stories and laughs even though in the near distance is the buzzing sounds of the machine guns

-you see him and grab his hand giving him a peck on his lips as a cheeky grin is stuck on his face

-as you talk about your day he always asks the question

'Were there any wusses?'

-alluding to men who cried out form the stinging pain, eventually tapping out to take a break

'Yes, a big dude Marc. Ordered a neck tattoo with details. Tapped out in 15 minutes.'

'I knew it!'

-he enjoys in the hilarious stories you can make up... I mean tell

Bruce Wayne

-you already know the drill he has money he will give it to you but politely delined

-he tried to help with purest of heart but still, the answer was no

-he loved to see your shop filled with many customers as he walked incognito, sunglasses and a cap saying he wasn't a private appointment with the head tattooer

-Let's just say you were pretty much in tears of laughter as he reveled his face

'At least you tried, Bruce.'

-he loves to talk about tattoos and the process of healing if it's on top of a scar

-you are hooked on the conversation and even make him some sketches

'A huge dragon on your back with black and gold lining.'

'Okay but how about initials of my parents?'

'That sounds... Better much much better.'

-so the day of his tattooing comes you tattoo in his inner arm putting the letter T. & M. W.

'Thank you Princess.'

Clark Kent

-Clark loves to see the vast tattoos so much that he wants one but he knows that his body will "absorb" the tattoo too fast making it disappear in a few months maybe weeks

-but still, he loves to see how your gaze is sharp focused on the tattooing even when HE walks that is how much you are focused

'Alrighty, Marc you are done.'

'Thanks, Y/n, you are the best.'

-Clark also loves to hear the influx of comments of your artistry even if he's a little jealous

-he loves to see just how much you are happier to follow this insane passion

'You are an inspiration Y/n.'

'Why?'

'Because... You just are.'

Arthur Curry

-you already know that Fishman is tatted to perfection and he is here for a tattoo lover as well

-if you ever have someone asking for a Maori style tattoo Arthur will be a fair judge, that's what he says

Case#1

'Why do you want a Maori tattoo?'

'Um, sir beca-'

'It's Mr. Aquaman. Continue.'

'Oh, sorry. Mr. Aquaman, I want it because I find them cool.'

'Just cool? Do you think that the abundant culture of Maori people is cool? Go home boy.

Case #2

'You want a Ta Moko? Do you what that is?'

'Sur-sure, it's a tattoo of the Maori people.'

'Ufff... Do you know how much of a meaning Ta Moko carries? Why don't you go to the Yakuzas and get a tebori.'

'They would kill me.'

'Of course, and I'll whoop your uncultured ass with my two hands.'

-you turned to the now pale boy

'Run.'

-the man ran like the wind as the Aquaman caught him easily giving him a cultural lesson of Ta Moko

Orm Marius

-he kinda has a small soft spot for tattoos especially those with a loving meaning lover, family...

-and he likes to "inform himself" about it so he asks a ton of questions even asking what kind of tattoo would suit him

'I think a small red tattoo would suit your taste.'

'I like the tattoos who can hold audios.'

-with that sentence, he left you frazzled as you google and got the special ink kit gifting it to Orm as a present for being a nice guy and not killing anyone

-he immediately records his audio in secrecy and handing you the ink

-after you tattoo the ink you hand him your phone with the app to scan the audio

'Hey, Orm. I'm just reminding you that I love you. So much. It's Y/n if you forget... Somehow.'

-later that day you doused him with kisses

Joker

-that man oozes with tattoos *cough*damaged*cough*

-and you can bet that he wants more of them he brings into your home the whole tattoo parlor just so he can have a private session with sex mixed in

-you gladly tattoo him patching up some of his tattoos he has outgrown them

'Why did you tattoo Kick Me on your back?'

'I won a bet.'

'Are you sure you won?'

'For sake of this question I did.'

-you cover the kick me tattoo with a large red dragon with green eyes

-he stands up looking at the tattoo in the mirror

'Sweets, you just got a huge tip.'

Duncan Vizla

-for him, tattoo nowadays are dumb in his time tattoos were means of solidarity with people who are bounded by the same ink and gun

-but keeps his mouth shut about it not to offend your dream even if it's tattooing dancing hotdogs

-he loves to pass your parlor when he finishes grocery shopping just to see you in action

-he loves to arrive at the parlor if you are doing a night shift just to keep you safe and in good company

-he loves to bring you lunch and watch you eat it with such content and happiness

-it melts his heart and just wants to make you more food

-but as he is present for the good he is here for the bad

-if he is somewhere anywhere you just need to call him and he is there in a minute be it a drunken person not wanting to exit or an aggressive man trying to grope someone in the shop

-he is ready to kill them if you say so

'You okay sweetheart?'

'Um-yeah...Thank you Donut.'

'Nonsense. That's my duty.'

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below-average-fangirl · 4 years

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Road Trip

Fandom: Thor Ragnarok

Pairing: Skurge/ Female Reader

Warnings: Smut

Summary: Skurge shows up and whisks you off for a weekend getaway. You have some fun in the car on the way

A/N: Part of a series of drabbles called Smut with Skurge. Although I love @billybutchersbabe description of it as Smut Snacks. And once again I thank her for her feedback on this.

Link to story on AO3

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It had been 6 weeks since the sexual adonis had shown up at your bar. Every Friday since then he would turn up, like clockwork, drink until closing, and then fuck you till you couldn’t walk. He only ever stayed till Saturday night and having to wait a whole week to see him again was becoming torture.

The only thing you knew about him was his name, Skurge. Everything else was sketchy. He was vague about what he did for a living, but what he did for a living was not how he made his money. He had a few family heirlooms which he would sell now and again to get some cash. And it was impossible to reach him when he was out of town. You were beginning to wonder how long you could carry on with him like this when a thunderous knock on the door of the fire exit started you.

"Jesus."

You stood up from behind your desk heart pounding as you made your way to the small hallway to the fire exit. You pushed the door open.

"What!" But your anger died on your lips when you saw it was the 6'1 sex God making all the racket. "Hey."

"Morning beautiful." He said smiling as he gave you a kiss, his hand finding its way to your arse.

You moaned into his mouth, "You're early for our rendezvous?" You beamed as you pulled apart, "You miss me?"

"I always miss ya, sweetheart,” You blushed as he continued, “which is why I’ve come to whisk you away for your weekend.” When he stepped aside you saw for the first time the 1965 Pontiac GTO convertible, in a garish mustard yellow, behind him. You looked back at Skurge who was beaming with pride.

“What, right now?” You queried, careful not to dampen his joy.

“Yeah. I sold a load of useless old tat that the antique dealers just fell over themselves for.” He held up a duffle bag he was holding. “I am swimming in money. Let's go spend it.”

“But I-I can’t just leave. I can’t just close the bar for a whole weekend. I barely make enough money to keep this place going as it is.”

Skurge zipped open the duffle bag. “Alright. How much do ya normally make Friday to Sunday?” He held up a wad of cash. It barely dented what was in there, “$5000 cover it?”

You spluttered in disbelief. “What the hell did you sell?”

He shrugged. “Some Viking amulets apparently,” He handed the money to you. “So is this enough?”

You flipped through the bills in your hand, it was all real. “I mean it's more than enough.”

“Great.” He enthused, “So close up and let's go.”

You stood there open-mouthed. Your rational mind listing all the reasons why this was irresponsible. But then he gave you that soft look and charming smile as he placed a palm to your cheek.

“Let me make up for all those times I've had to run out on ya.”

Your closed your eyes as his thumb traced the outline of your bottom lip and your heartbeat quickened when you felt his breath on your ear, his voice low and husky as he spoke.

“Let me treat ya like a Queen.”

***

You grinned from ear to ear as the Pontiac thundered down the highway. Top-down, sun shining, the wind in your hair.

After leaving the standard Closed for Personal Business sign in the window of the bar, Skurge had honked the horn urging you to hurry, you’d shouted from the doorway that you needed to pack. But he’d simply held up the duffle bag of cash and shouted. “I’ll buy ya a whole new wardrobe if I need to. Let’s hit the road.”

As you leaned back into the leather seat you turned your head to look at Skurge. He was smiling, happy, as he sang along to some soft rock on the radio, his long elegant fingers drumming against the steering wheel. Your eyes drifted across his tanned arm, exposed as the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to the elbow. You watched, fascinated, as the muscles flexed at his movements. You bit your lip.

After shifting gear he rested his hand on your bare knee. His fingertips draw small circles against your skin. Placing a hand on top of his you smiled at him wickedly and guided his hand up your leg. As he slipped his hand under your short dress his fingers trailed along your inner thigh. You squirmed in the seat. His eyes flitted between the straight road laid out before him and the expanse of skin exposed as your dress rode up your body. Just as his fingertips reached your panties he removed his hand to shift gear again. You pouted at him as he gave you a wicked grin in return.

Pushing your dress up further you hook your thumbs into the elastic of your panties and lift your bum off the seat. Shuffling you push your underwear down your legs and over your shoes, Skurge had stopped looking at the road and watched you intently. You held your panties up in the air, like a flag of surrender, before allowing the wind to rip them from your grip. Parting your legs you took hold of Skurge’s arm and guided his hand back between your legs.

“Don’t tease your queen.”

He marveled at your forthrightness. “Yes, your majesty.”

Slipping a finger into your cunt and he began to move it slowly against your clit. You arched your back at his touch, the leather of the seat creaking as you moved and moaned in pleasure.

“Eyes on the road mister.”

“Don’t worry babe I got ya,” and he slipped another finger into you, “you’re in safe hands.”

Your breath caught in your throat as he increased the pace of his fingers against your clit. “Mmm,” You groaned, “and such magical hands.”

As you neared your orgasm you could hear the engine begin to rev. It needed to be shifted into another gear and you could feel Skurge was about to remove his fingers from you but you grabbed his wrist to hold his hand in place between your legs. You heard him laugh, low and deep in his throat but he kept his hand in there.

The engine of the Pontiac began to scream, crying out for the gear to be shifted. As he increased the speed of his strokes your breathing became ragged and your hand reached out to grab his leg, the fabric of his jeans between your fingers. You moved your hips back and forth to help push you over the edge and in a few more strokes you climaxed, your strangled cries snatched from your throat and carried away by the wind.

Skurge removed his fingers from between your legs and you giggled. “Fuck.” You breathed as you came to your senses, realizing what you had just done at almost 70 miles per hour.

Feel drunk on your orgasm you glanced over at Skurge and saw him licking your juices from his fingers. "Nothing tastes as good as you darlin’."

Smiling you leaned across the car, "You have served your queen well," you purred and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips, "now let me reward my faithful servant." Grinning as your fingers worked to loosen his belt buckle.

#Skurge #skurge x reader #thor ragnarok #Karl urban #fan fiction #fan fic #Smut with Skurge #smut snacks

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teacupofdrpepper · 4 years

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Preteen sneaking a cat in the avengers tower after she found it helpless, beaten and malnourished on the streets after she came home from school. Parents pepper and Tony finds out about it

Sorry this took so long!

The cat was obviously malnourished, and beaten, and dying.

So she did what she first thought of.

Took it home to the tower, thanking Thor that neither of her parents were home yet and went straight to her room muttering a quick hi and bye to uncle rhodey and aunt nat.

She unzipped her bag and gently pulled the poor kitty out minding the tender skin from the chunks of hair it was missing.

The first thing she did was get to working on washing the knotted fur that was caked in dirt and what suspiciously looked like old blood.

She felt bad when she had to tug harsher on some of the more tatted parts of the fur but the guilt melted away when the purring started.

After drying the kitten off she went back to the kitchen whipping up some tuna with some water thankful that nat and rhodey had vacated the area.

The cat ate like it had never before, as it ate she began to chatter with it. Content at having someone to listen to her without tiring of it, even dad and mom did sometimes.

She talked about her school and about her friends and about things she found interesting, it was like talking to her dad while he worked in his lab but this time there were no responses.

“Penny?” A voice called and she stiffened before picking the kitten up and putting her in the closet.

She heard the door squeal and uncle Rhodey stood there.

“Hi!” She smiled trying to look normal as possible.

“Who were you talking to?” Behind her she heard little scratching noises.

“Myself?” She tried

A meow

Rhodey leveled her with an unimpressed stare, one she had seen at her father one too many times.

“Don’t tell dad?” She offered her best smile and making sure to add the extra pout.

His stare lasted all of five seconds before: “ah what the hell, I still haven’t gotten him back for the time he made my suit try to twerk on the President.”

She blinked: “He what-“

“Unimportant” he cut her off, face pinching at the memory. “Where’s the cat.” He twist to look around before she stumbles to her feet and opens the closet where the cat wobbles out, a little unsure obviously and a sudden wave of guilt hits her for shoving the cat in there so suddenly.

“I kind of… stole her.” She mutters, “But!”

“Mmhm”

“She was chained outside in the cold with dirty water and no food and I mean look at her she’s awful looking! So I had to do something” The words rush out, Rhodey gets to his knees with her and starts to pet the cat who immediately starts purring under the touch.

“Poor thing” He mummers.

“Momma likes cats, daddy not so much.” She sighs in defeat, Rhodey rolls his eyes, now scratching lightly under the kittens chin.

“Please, all you gotta do is flash them eyes kiddo and he’ll let you have her, plus. Pepper likes cat too.”

“Hm, true. Thanks Rhodey!”

“No problem kiddo, but I do suggest trying to keep the cat hidden until you can figure out what to say.”

And so she does that.

Whilst taking care of the cat as much as possible with her knowledge and abilities of cats and animal care for malnourished, probably traumatized and wounded animals.

She gets so caught up in it, probably spending the time in her room than she’s ever had in her fourteen years of life.

She gets caught.

“Penelope” comes her father’s sharp voice, she follows the direction the sound which leads to… her room.

When she walks in, the cat. She has now dubbed as Princess Leia is currently purring and rubbing up against Tony’s pant legs, his hands rest on his hips as he stares at her. pointedly ignoring Princess Leia who now has her paws on his thigh while standing on hind legs to try and get his attention.

“Why is there a cat her- Pepper! There’s a cat in your child’s room!”

“My child?” Comes Pepper’s reply, “you mean your child” her voice gets closer before she’s in the doorway eyes immediately panning to Leia before she giggles at the sight of the small cat trying to get her husbands attention.

“I simply would have told you, RIP to Penny but I’m different.”

“I’m sorry did you just-“

“Jesus this family is a mess okay little Missy, explain why there’s a cat in the room.”

And she does, she blurts out everything from Uncle Rhodey (she does snitch on him whoops) to the milk and Tuna and the blood spots and at one point she cries and-

“You can keep the cat” he sighs, finally giving in and looking down at the pet.

She claps her hands, “thank you!”

“But I’m not going to like it!”

“Dad” Penny says, standing in front of the doorway. It’s been exactly six months since she's gotten Princess Leia and her father did not stick to his word.

“Leia is on your head.”

“She likes to be tall”

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No Need To Fear, The Ladies Are Here

A/N: This is my submission for @captain-kelli ’s 500 Fam Writing Challenge! I had so much fun writing this despite the mini panic attack I had when I thought it was due on the 1st…. and it varies greatly from my usual song prompt stories! I love doing song fics but I usually get too far gone with writing. It was nice to be able to step back and try a different style of writing. I hope you enjoy hun! Everyone else, please enjoy and remember that feedback and reblogs are much appreciated! And as always, this is beta’d by my babe: @kelseydactyl --Thank you for putting up with my delays and bouncing from story to story! I love you bby! <3

My Prompt: Salute by Little Mix (used in a couple parts, bolded and italicized for main use, italicized for the rest)

Word Count: 6158

Warnings: Cursing, mild violence, mentions of death/dead bodies

Pairing: Sam x F!Reader; Everyone x F!Reader (platonic)

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrat!

Rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-ta-tat!

Zpppfting! Ziow!

Zpppfftiiiiing! Ziow ziow!

Brrrrrrrrrating!

Bullets rained around everyone; ricocheting off the metal sheets lining the sides of the walkways overhead, metal walls, and large, metal shipping crates scattered around the lower level.

Muffled swearing came across the comms. You quickly ducked behind a corner and glanced up to where Nat and Sharon were above on the walkway; meeting the red-head’s gaze, she nodded and took out the guy standing between you and the doorway. Sharon had her back to Natasha’s and stepped away from her as she pulled the trigger, dropping another agent.

“Y/n, take Loki and go as far as you can. We’ll meet you two once we finish cleaning up here,” Wanda’s calm voice came over the earpiece. Adjusting the M4A1 to a more comfortable grip, you nodded knowing full well she couldn’t see you.

“Copy that. Moving in with Lady Loki,” you shouted back over comms and moved towards the entryway, not bothering to spare a glance when you felt someone behind you. “Ready to kick some Hydra ass?”

“Always ready to torture those who aren’t me who do harm to my dumb brother,” Loki replied with a devious smirk. You snorted a scoff and motioned for her to cover you. Loki snapped and a force field materialized around you as you moved back out into the bullet shower. She tossed knives at two snipers when they popped their heads from behind their cover to survey the area. You nodded your thanks and gave her a smile.

“Do you think anyone’s coming?”

“Do you think anyone’s coming?” Mocked Tony, voice a pitch too high and snarky as ever. “Don’t be stupid, Steve. Pepper knows I wouldn’t miss date night. Not to mention Peter was supposed to come by but he’s here too. Pep probably has Nat and Y/n looking for us if they aren’t already here.”

Steve crossed his arms over his chest and leveled a glare at Tony. The billionaire matched his pose and raised his brows, waiting for a challenge. Steve sighed and relaxed his posture after a moment, though he kept his arms crossed.

He leaned against the wall, chin resting on his chest. The cells were silent amongst the men after the brief exchange, sighs and groans of frustration and irritation being the only sounds heard aside from leaking pipes and constant dripping water.

“Pepper, what’s the status of the entrance?”

“Looks like Wanda, Okoye, Carol and I took care of everyone. Wanda’s coming in to help you and do an interior sweep. I’ll stay out here with Okoye and Carol to make sure everything stays secure,” came the reply.

“Mrs. Stark, the Van Dyne woman has reached the central control room and secured it, though she reports she could use some back up,” Friday relayed to Pepper.

“Gamora, Nebula, you guys get that from Friday?” Pepper called and lowered herself by the only accessible entrance to the abandoned warehouse. The facepiece separated and folded back as she made eye contact with the Wakandan warrior and blessed-by-an-Infinity-Stone pilot, giving a small nod of appreciation.

“Yeah, en route,” Gamora answered.

“Are we sure the girls are looking for us? I mean, what if they are finally relieved not to have to put up with us anymore?” Peter paced his cell and smacked the heel of his hand to his forehead. “I haven’t wooed this Gamora to fall for me yet!”

“Quit your whining would you? It’s annoying,” Bucky grumbled, shifting on the cell floor, glancing at his left shoulder. A sigh left him and he closed his eyes. “How the hell did we get in this situation?”

“Because you weren’t paying attention and were the first to get knocked out,” Sam snarked at him. When kicked-puppy blue eyes met his brown ones, he swallowed thickly and nodded. “Right, sorry, Buck. Look,” he lowered his voice and moved to sit with his back to Bucky’s, despite the cell bars separating them, “this is on all of us. We all rushed in without having the proper knowledge on what we were getting into. It’s not any one person’s fault. We’re all to blame here, alright?” Bucky glanced over his shoulder and smiled at Sam, nudging him with his right shoulder.

“I am Groot.”

“I know, Buddy. I’m sure they’re on their way to save us,” Rocket reassured Groot, paw on the adolescent tree’s shoulder. Thor looked at Groot and smiled, kneeling down beside him.

“Hey, don’t worry. I promise you Loki won’t let us sit here long. She’s got quite the temperament when it’s others picking on and being mean to those she loves and cares about,” he explained. Groot looked up at the Norse God and nodded, giving a soft “I am Groot” in reply.

“She? I thought Loki was your brother?” Drax inquired, head leaning back on the wall he sat against.

“Yes and no. Loki is gender-fluid.”

“I thought he was a God-human thing?”

“N-what? No. Gender-fluid means that when Loki feels more masculine, she’ll use he/him pronouns, but when she feels more feminine she will use she/her pronouns. So she doesn’t really feel solidly one gender but sometimes both or somewhere in between, in limbo kind of,” Thor tried his best to explain what Loki had once -a long time ago- explained to him. Everyone glanced at the powerless God before nodding and settling back into the uncomfortable silence.

“They have comms too, don’t they, Y/n?” Loki asked, eyes scanning the hall for anyone they might have missed. She ran her hand along the wall, pausing in wait for your answer.

“I think so, but I couldn’t tell you what channel they’re on,” you replied, M9 crossed with your flashlight as you lead her down an empty corridor that smelled of mildew. A glance to the corners where the wall meets the ceiling confirmed your suspicions of mold. You pulled a face and glanced back at Loki, admiring the black and green velvet battle dress she wore. “Why?”

“Just wondering if we could possibly find the right one and let them know we’re on our way with a plan,” her tone masked a deeper meaning but you didn’t want to push. Best to let her do what she wants and be done. She’s not hurting anyone, you reasoned with yourself.

You continued on down the seemingly endless hall until a cool hand on your shoulder stopped you. You turned to Loki, the force field dissolving from around you and appeared to dissipate at her hand.

“What? Did you find something? Someone?” You couldn’t help the hopefulness that leaked into your tone, you just wanted everyone back. She shook her head no but had a smile plastered to her face. She reached to you and fiddled with your ear piece a moment before many familiar voices came over the comms.

“Hey, Mr. Stark, Sir, do you really think they’re coming to get us? What if Mr. Quill is right? What if they are finally fed up with us and just leave us here?” The spider-boy’s anxious voice filtered in through the comms link. You breathed a sigh of relief, thankful at least one of the guys were safe, probably two if he was actually talking to Tony.

“Hey, Kid, come on. Breathe. Easy. Alright, settle down. I have no doubts that they’re coming for us. Much as we might annoy them, they love us, otherwise they wouldn’t put up with us,” Tony’s voice rang loud and clear over the ear piece. You exchanged smirks with Loki.

“Alpha, Wolf Strike, we have one way comms with our lost little soldiers. Not sure what Loki did but we’re gonna see if we can establish two way comms. Until then, switch to 7-Delta to hear them.” You called in over the comms to the rest of the team. Murmurs and whoops and cheers all deafened you for a moment and you couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled it’s way from your chest at your team.

“Wolf Strike, Command, I’ll try and hack the disabling system that’s bugging their equipment. It appears to be a simple jammer, should be simple enough. Give me 5 Mikes-10 tops,” Shuri called to you one way.

“Copy that, Command. Let me know when you get it. You have my location right?”

“Negative. Seems that whatever is jamming their comms is just in range enough to reach your tracker,” it was Hill who responded this time, furious clacking of a keyboard sounded in the background.

“I’ve got it. You go ahead and look for them. I won’t be long and you’re not alone,” Loki waved then was gone. You startled slightly at her magic display, suddenly questioning if she had ever even been there.

“Ahh, Brother. What a fine mess you seem to be in. Such a pity that it wasn't my doing though. Fortunately the craftsmanship is poor, the intellect weak, and the numbers few,” Loki walked down the cell block, tsk-ing at the use of old iron and aged cement.

“Loki! By Gods, you are here! You haven’t the faintest idea how pleased I am to see you!” Thor yelped in shock, moving to the cell door. “Our comms are shot, we’ve all lost what makes us each individuals, and we were all so worried you wouldn’t be able to find us!”

“That was your first mistake. Your second was doubting us. Now!” Your voice rang out through the men’s earpieces and their eyes lit up. Music started drifting into your ears via your comms and you couldn’t help but laugh. Leave it to Shuri to bring the music during a rescue mission. “Ladies all across the world, listen up we’re looking for recruits! If you’re with me, lemme see your hands, stand up, and salute!” you sang along softly and darted back to the corner hallway where Loki stood waiting; her apparition faded from Thor’s view on the other side of the locked metal door. His face twisted from happy to annoyed that Loki hadn’t actually been in the room.

Curse her and her stupid magic tricks, he thought with a huff.

Ba-boom!

Bucky and Sam jumped to their feet at the explosion. Bucky’s eyes wild with fear for a brief moment as memories flashed before his eyes. He shook his head and with the help of Peter, who had gotten tossed in his cell, pulled himself from his mind and readied himself for a fight. Everyone stood tense and on edge as the dust cleared.

“Miss me, Boys?” You tilted your head to the left and beamed at them, Loki walking up behind you. She rolled her eyes at your antics but slipped a key into your hand nonetheless.

“Let’s hurry. I didn’t see anyone but that doesn’t mean that they aren’t hiding out somewhere waiting to ambush us,” she hissed.

“Right. Alright, well, be prepared for the death of the king!” T’Challa raised a brow at you and crossed his arms.

“Did you just quote Scar from The Lion King?” Peter inquired as you open his and Bucky’s cell first. With a shrug and a lopsided grin you moved on to Cap and Tony while Loki broke out Thor, Strange, Vision, and the Guardians. The Wakandan King seemed to relax at the realization of your quote, courtesy of Parker, and shook his head.

“Purgatory maybe,” you sniggered and stepped up to the cell with people in it and curtly bowed your head. There were groans of protest from behind you at your reference to the Supernatural post you had shown everyone when it crossed your Tumblr dash. “King Panther,” you hummed and opened the door. T’Challa stepped out holding an unconscious Bruce, with Scott and Clint following him.

“They’ve sedated him to keep the Hulk at bay,” Clint answered your silent question, absentmindedly signing as well. “I also think some of the others have a similar serum. I saw them administering shots of a green-ish liquid into them.” He continued to sign as he spoke. You nodded and signed “thank you” back before ushering them towards Loki and continuing your investigation of the room. When you gave the all clear, Loki projected a malleable forcefield around the group as she led them back the way you two had come.

The guys all filed in line behind Loki, Thor taking over carrying Bruce, and you brought up the rear with Bucky and Sam in front of you. Between you and Loki, and the sassy comments from the rest on comms, you had given the basic escape plan to them and told them not to worry about their losses for now. It took about five minutes of reassurances from everyone that the others were fine aside from Bucky’s missing limb and some scratches, and nothing needing urgent care. Once that was done, everyone fell into a content silence, at least over comms.

“But how will you bring me Mjolnir if you cannot pick it up? Only those worthy can, and I cannot call it to me,” Thor questioned as he followed close behind Loki. She glanced at him over her shoulder and nodded to you and Peter, with whom you were in conversation with.

“Surely one of those two can do it, yeah? We’ll figure it out or you can come get it, but not until we’ve covered the grounds and cleared it out. You’re pretty useless right now,” she grinned and continued to backtrack through the halls leading back to the main entry point. It was quiet for a little longer.

“So tell me dear Brother, how did the mighty Black Panther get captured? Wakanda nonsense is that?!” Shuri chided T’Challa over comms after about ten minutes of silence. Laughter broke out from all ends at her pun and the King just groaned at his sister.

“Not right now, Shuri. Can’t this wait?” He pleaded, exhaustion seeping into his voice. “It’s bad enough I don’t have the necklace you gave me for the suit, I don’t need your chastising too. Don’t add insult to injury,” he sighed, defeated.

“You lost the necklace that contains the suit? Brother! What the hell were you thinking? It’s a good thing that not only did I program it specifically to you, but that no one else can get ahold of the Black Panther’s gifted flower!” Shuri yelled at him.

The laughter ceased and the line went silent at the berating of the King by the Princess. Everyone seemed to have the same thought, staying out of that, as they all lowered the volume or turned off their earpieces completely. It wasn’t their business what the Wakandans argued over nor was it their right to take sides. Especially not after the last time when Steve and Tony fought. Everyone remembered that.

“Hey, Loki, hold up. I think I heard something down this hall. I’m gonna go check it out. I still have that personal force field right?” You called and backtracked about three steps.

“Yes it’s still good, but don’t go alone. We haven’t scoped out anywhere else. Take someone else or wait and come back with Natasha and Pepper or something,” she suggested and halted, turning to look at you. The sound of metal buttons snapping was heard and you nodded to Sam, Bucky, and Steve.

“Come with me. You can shoot, right?” You rhetorically asked and passed them each a gun; Bucky your M9 pistol, Steve your .44 revolver, and Sam your M4A1 from your right shoulder, while you swung the Remington R4 from your left shoulder around to your hands. “I think I’m covered,” you beamed and lead the trio of soldiers down the damp hall.

“Come on, let's get out so we can get you lot patched up,” Loki heaved a sigh and touched the wall. It lit up in a bright green rune before disappearing as if nothing happened. Thor raised a brow but didn’t ask his sister why she had been marking the path with ancient Nordic runes.

“Everyone step back. I’m gonna blow the lock,” you ordered and pulled a small electronic gadget from your cargo pants pocket after shouldering her gun. Sam raised a brow and shook his head with a laugh. You pressed a couple buttons on the side and set it snug against the iron lock before pressing one more button and backing away quickly.

“Is that a variant of Tony’s repulsor from his suits?” He asked as you joined the group at the far end of the room, where you had blown off yet another door. You grinned and gave a subtle nod in his direction before covering your ears. They all followed suit.

“If it’s what I think Y/n is using, then yes it is. It’s similar, except that is a small bomb. Small and handy like a grenade but can be as explosive as ten C4 bombs if the setting is changed,” Shuri’s voice explained over the comms, music still played in the background, though it couldn’t be made out anymore.

Ba-BOOM!

You waved your hand in front of your face at the dirt and dust kicked up from the explosion. It took the guys a little longer to get reoriented with their senses, and by the time they had, you were on them with your arms full. You passed Steve his shield, Sam his wing pack, and you tugged Bucky towards the table where the rest of everyone else’s gear lay.

“Sit,” you ordered gently and waited until he was situated on it before you helped him remove the top half of his tactical gear so you could reattach his Vibranium arm. Sam and Steve collected the remaining gear while you worked silently. It took you all of five minutes to get Bucky back to being fully functional again.

“Arm up. Wiggle your fingers. Roll it. Twist it, does it feel off?” You instructed and watched to make sure nothing stuck or had been damaged.

“Thanks.” He smiled and shook his head no as he slid from the table, redressing himself while you hummed and busied yourself in double checking that Steve and Sam had collected everything. A flash of red caught your eye and you rounded to where you thought you saw it.

“What was that?” You pulled your flashlight out and shined it along the wall until the light landed on the -very dirty and wet- cloak. You recognized it immediately as Strange’s. “Oh no. You poor thing,” you cooed, as it seemed to flap anxiously, and you immediately began trying to pull the iron railway spike from the wall without ripping the cloak.

“Here. Allow me?” Steve offered and raised his shield. After a moment you nodded and stepped back, watching as the Captain wedged the shield between the wall and the spike and used it as a lever to pry the spike out. Bucky grabbed the spike as it came loose and gently pulled the cloak from the end. He tossed the spike to the side and held the soggy clump of cloth to you.

“You poor dear, let’s get you to Strange and then we’ll get you home and all cleaned up, ok?” You murmured softly to the cape and cradled it in one hand and grabbed the bag with everything else in your other. You slung the bag onto your shoulder and glanced around one last time. “Alright, looks like that’s everything. Let’s head back to the others.”

The trio had given you back your guns, Sam threatening to put them back in their holsters himself if you didn’t take them. You conceded to prevent that, at least under the circumstances, otherwise they knew you’d have taken off for them to play catch up. It was a silent walk back, though the happiness that radiated from the men was contagious and you couldn’t stop smiling if you wanted to. They seemed more relaxed and content now they had their belongings back.

It wasn’t long before you were stepping over downed soldiers and rubble and debris. You were trying to squeeze through a pile of -probably dead- Hydra agents and the wall when your knee connected with something sturdy. You let out a yelp and stumbled forward into more bodies. Sam rushed to you and helped you back to your feet as Steve and Bucky moved the pile to find what you had tripped on, or to see if it had been a survivor in hiding.

The blonde huffed and shook his head at the sight of Mjolnir resting on a guard’s chest at the bottom of the pile. Of course it wouldn’t have been knocked over or moved even with all the bodies piled on top. “Y/n,” Steve called to get your attention.

“Shit. How are we supposed to get Mjolnir back? We can’t pick it up,” you groaned inwardly at the conundrum as you glanced back over your shoulder. Steve stayed quiet as the realization of what hammer it was didn’t register with the other two.

“What do you mean? It’s just a hammer isn’t it?” Sam and Bucky asked in unison. They shot glares at the other before turning back to you and Steve. Steve chuckled and gestured to the God’s hammer.

“If you think you are worthy, then wield it,” he suggested and took a step back to watch the events unfold. You pursed your lips and joined the Captain while Sam and Bucky played Ro-Sham-Bo to see who would try to pick it up first.

“Hah!” Sam smirked, “Paper beats Rock!” With a minor adjustment of his wing pack on his back, he strutted to the table and grabbed the handle, “Watch and learn, Barnes.”

You rolled your eyes at their egos but hummed in contentment anyway. It was going to be fun watching Sam and Bucky fail to lift Thor’s hammer. There were only three people you knew could do so; Thor, himself, and Peter Parker, the Spiderling. You had opted to not embarrass yourself when everyone else was having a go at after Thanos’ end. Your eyes widened and jaw went slack as you remembered something. You turned to Steve.

“You!” you cried hysterically and pointed at him, realization dawning on you. You watched his face tinge pink and he laughed with a nod. “You just wanna see them try and fail, don’t you?” you hiss at him as Sam struggles -and fails- to even get the hammer to budge. Bucky almost doubled over in laughter.

“Maybe. Sometimes they both need to be taken down a peg or two,” he shrugged nonchalantly and watched as Bucky and Sam switched places. The second super soldier slipped his Vibranium hand through the holding strap so it rested on his wrist and gripped the handle. He flashed a smile before giving a tug to the hammer. It didn’t lift, but it did shift slightly as it had done once before with Steve. He tried again with the same results.

“Fuck, man, I don’t think we’ll be able to bring this back,” Bucky sighed and retreated to the group with a hit to his ego and his pride bruised. Sam nodded in agreement while you giggled at them. Steve sauntered up to Mjolnir and grabbed the handle.

“Or maybe,” he tugged and it moved as though it weighed nothing, “you’re just not worthy.” You groaned aloud as he quoted Thor from several years ago. He winked at you and nodded. “Let’s go, shall we?” He took the lead as you fell back into step behind him, leaving Sam and Bucky to fall in and follow. Bright green Nordic symbols lined the way and it wasn’t long before you regrouped with the whole team.

“Ladies all across the world, listen up we’re looking for recruits! If you’re with me, lemme see your hands, stand up, and salute! Get your killer heels, sneakers, pumps, or lace up your boots! Representing all the women, salute, salute!”

Steve trudges down the hall to the common room and kitchen in a worn out white tee and a pair of sweatpants. He tilts his head as the lyrics meet his ears. He hesitates before continuing into the kitchen for breakfast, deciding to skip his usual morning run.

“I’ve heard this song before, but I can’t place where?” He scrunches his face, brows furrowed as he tried his best to remember.

“Yeah. Y/n plays it all the time. It’s kind of her theme song. She always has it in her workout playlist and Shuri played it over our comms when we saved your ass just a couple weeks ago,” Nat smirks smugly from the island bar with a plate of bacon, eggs, sausage, hash browns, toast, and waffles.

“Language,” Steve startles at her voice, having not noticed her when he walked in. He gives a friendly wave and small smile before what she said registers and he scowls at her. His eyes scan the room and land on Wanda who is fixing a plate at the table, also smirking. “And you know that wasn’t our fault right?”

“Oh yeah. EVERYONE gets bad intel from time to time. Just, yanno, usually it’s not like over half the team,” your voice cuts through the song and Steve glances over to see you -making more waffles and bacon- swaying and shuffling to the song, stomping when the lyrics “lace up your boots” is said and mock saluting when “salute” is said. He shakes his head at you.

“That’s not funny. We thought the emails and intel came from Fury,” he counters and grabs a plate from the stack beside you. You raise a brow and cock your head to the side, smirk on your face.

“That is funny. I don’t recall Nick getting a gmail account,” You giggle and flip the waffle maker to evenly cook the batter through. “Or better yet, I didn’t know he was doing it differently by not making an appearance and scaring the ever-loving shit out of everyone,” you smile at the way Steve shifts uncomfortably at your cursing.

“Hey, stop making the Cap feel old, well older than he is. You know how much a lady swearing makes him feel even more out of place,” a teasing voice calls from the entrance. Natasha and Wanda smile while you try to ignore the male, but you can’t help but smile as you take out the waffle and start making another. You sense him before you feel his arms around your waist and his lips on your neck with a hushed “good morning, Beautiful” against your skin.

“Go shower then you can have waffles,” you ignore the almost inaudible cries from Sam but you only shoo him from you. “Shower or no waffles, Samuel,” you grab the hand towel from the counter, wind it up, and pop his backside with it as he finally concedes defeat. He yelps in surprise and turns to see you with the towel over your shoulder, swaying to the last few lines of “Salute”. Nat and Wanda laugh behind their hands while Steve stared in bewilderment at what just took place. Sam rolls his eyes and heads to the bathroom to shower. He passes Tony with a “good morning” said between them.

“I think you’ve managed to confuse and startle everyone with not only your cunning wit, rivaling sass, but your knack for going Captain on them,” Tony teases and grabs a plate. You glance at him and shrug, offering him the just-done waffle.

“I learned a lot in the Navy. It’s how you survive,” you respond and set everything aside and get a plate to make for Sam. “Besides, the best way to prevent someone from being condescending is to establish dominance. I do that by going Drill Sergeant,” you explain and set the plate on the table.

“Ahh yes. I remember when you first met everyone. You had them all scared out of their pants! They all snapped to attention and looked ready to salute,” the billionaire laughs at the memory. “If I recall right, that was your theme song too, the one that was just playing? I remember Happy telling F.R.I.D.A.Y. to play it when you went to spar with Natasha.”

“Oh, yeah, that reminds me--how did y’all know we were all captured?” Steve pipes up from the table. Tony raises a brow while the other females smile. You busy yourself making your own plate before answering.

“Honestly? I just knew you, Sam, and Buck were out on a mission together. Then Nick dropped in and asked where Tony was, which sparked interest in Bruce, Scott, and Strange’s whereabouts. When I didn’t have an answer, we tried to look up any info we could manage. We didn’t think anything like a hostage situation until Shuri called to see if T’Challa was here. She said that she hadn’t heard from him in a few days and the last thing she got was a notification on her Kimoyo bead bracelet for T’Challa saying he lost signal about two hours prior. She thought maybe some Stark tech was jamming it but then when it didn’t come back on she decided to make some calls,” you recall and bring the orange juice jug to the table with your plate of food.

“That’s right. After Y/n got off the phone with Shuri I found Pepper to see if she knew where you were, Tony. That’s how we knew you were gone. She said you had promised to be here for dinner and when you didn’t show she got worried, then Parker called and said you had missed coming to his school and we knew we had to start looking. Then May showed up her that night saying he never came home from school and the school was saying he left around lunch,” Wanda adds as she moves to the table with Nat. Sam slides into the seat beside you, freshly showered.

“Then Loki showed up and she went off about Thor and we knew that something big had happened. When we called Nick to verify the missions he supposedly gave out he just gave us his bitch face and we knew something was very wrong,” you pour syrup over your strawberries and waffle. “You’re just lucky we got there when we did. Y’all owe Dr. Cho, Shuri, Hill, MJ, and May big time. They were holding it down here and giving us anything and everything we needed to know. Oh and for future reference? Nick will never email or send someone else in his place when giving orders. It’s proven to be too much of a security issue,” you state and dig into your breakfast so they won’t continue pestering you about the day you saved them.

It had been nonstop questions about how you had planned the rescue, who had been team leader in Cap’s place, who decided who went and who stayed, and so on and so forth. You were over it and your answer seemed sufficient enough for Steve and Tony as they began to eat their food, a comfortable silence settling over the compound for the first time since everyone got back.

“Hey, don’t forget we have some new S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to whip into shape,” Sam nudges your arm, making you pause with a piece of waffle halfway to your mouth.

“I completely forgot. Let’s hurry then,” you perk up and finish your bite.

“How is she not tired of this playlist yet?” Rhodey crosses his arm, standing beside Tony on the upstairs overhang in the gym. The same playlist you turn on every time you train loops through F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s speaker system.

“She’s crazy, that’s why,” Tony sasses and chuckles.

You and Wanda are grappling while you wait for Steve, Sam, and Bucky to get back from taking the new agents on a mile and a half run. Natasha watches from the sidelines, yelling pointers and reminders for certain techniques the two of you are trying to smooth and perfect. It’s when Wanda pins you to the mat, red encircling from her hands up her forearms, that you tap out with a huffed laugh.

“Using your powers is cheating. This is a spar for hand to hand only, no powers,” you tease and buck your hips so high that she rolls off you, over your shoulder. You both sit up and she gives you a large smile, wiping the sweat from her brow as the red dissipates.

“I’m working on it,” she shoots back. She nudges her shoulder against yours and nods to the door. “Looks like the kids are here. Want me to get them ready with stretches?”

“I think they need cool down stretches and a water break from the looks of their run. I think Steve and Buck went overboard again. Damn super soldiers,” you laugh and push yourself to your feet, offering Wanda a hand up. She accepts it and heads over to the group of barely standing recruits.

“Everyone go get some water and line back up. We’ll do some cool downs since our soldiers like to overwork you first thing in the morning,” Wanda jabs at the old soldiers before shooting them a wink. They both flush pink and duck their heads as they retreat to the boxing ring. Sam laughs and snatches his water bottle from the bleachers and gives the witch a questioning look. She tips her head to you on the far side of the gym, talking in quick, hush tones with Natasha.

“Look, it’ll be funny. You saw the video of when I first, officially, met the guys right? It’ll be kinda like that,” you grin and bump her hip with yours. Her eyes narrow slightly, a playful glint in them, and she nods.

“Fine. You can have this group. I’ll get the next ones. I’m recording this though,” the Russian quips and grabs her jacket and water bottle. She nods at Sam in passing, heading straight for Tony and Rhodey upstairs.

“What was that about?” Sam inquires and leans against you. You raise a brow at him, swipe his bottle, and take a sip. He pouts for a split second before you hand it back to him.

“Just some good ole’ pranks on the unsuspecting newbies,” you chuckle and lean away from him. He follows so half of his upper body weight is leaning on your left side. You give him a fake sigh. He pulls back slightly and goes to lean back once you give him a smile, but you side step just out of his reach and he stumbles.

“Hey!” He yelps and grabs your wrist, pulling you close once he has his balance back. His dark eyes are bright with mirth and mischief. “I thought the pranks were for the kids?”

You lean towards him, noses brushing. For a moment you both just stare into the others eyes, lost in contention. You break eye contact and giggle.

“I mean, aren’t you a kid?”

“Oh har har har. Very funny, Y/n.”

“Thanks! I was thinking of quitting the Avengers to do my dream job; be a comedian!” You cheer and give his shoulder a nudge. “You know I’m just playing. Anyway, time to go scare some new agents into shape! Oh, and tell the Soldiers to slow the pace or I’ll have them supervise the kids on treadmills instead.”

“Aye aye, Ma’am!” He salutes and takes a seat on the edge of the boxing ring where Steve and Bucky are stretching. “You two heard the lady.”

The music slowly fades in as Wanda addresses the recruits to get back in some formation. You slink up behind them, waiting for one of them to notice you and say something. When they don’t, you have F.R.I.D.A.Y. turn up the volume of the music just a little, waiting for the right moment, timing it with the lyrics of the song.

“ATTENTION!” You call, using your diaphragm and startling every single one of the new recruits. They all jump, stumble, and trip over each other in an attempt to turn and cower or push their way to the front. You grin at them, eyes brimming mischievously. The ones with previous military and junior ROTC are standing at attention but slowly stand easy again when they realize it was a joke. A Cheshire grin spreads across your face as you make eye contact with each and every one of them. “Time for the real training to begin. You will start by sparring with Natasha, Sam, Clint, and myself. Break up into even groups. Move it!”

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Golden Slumbers

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Tony Stark & Son!Reader Summary: Sleep pretty darling, do not cry, and I will sing a lullaby. Word Count: 2044 A/n: tbh this is to cure my heart for TONY (i just want him happy okay, married to pepper and have a child - look how happy he is) It’s 3:49 am I’m off to bed. Also, I’m very happy about your nice responses with my last update about my worries, y’all great.

Christmas was arriving, yet Tony Stark rather stay in bed and not celebrate. He didn’t care for the snow that was covering New York City, he didn’t care for the beautiful grand Christmas tree that the Avengers and he had put up together as a team for the first time since Thanos.

Tony Stark did not care for the presents that sat under the Christmas tree, he had almost everything he wanted at his fingertips but there was no desire for it. He didn’t care for the movies nor the hot chocolate, he didn’t care for the family dinner in the evening after unwrapping presents.

Nothing seemed right, not since you had last been seen.

The team was repairing their broken cracks, it was hard to do so but they have never felt closer than before. They had pitied Tony, however, because it had been months since they fought their biggest threat, it’s been months since they had last seen you.

(Y/n) Stark had never returned from the snap, some say you did and was on the run, hiding or some cowardly act. Other said that you were the sacrifice that needed to happen, you weren’t able to come back to life - you had died that night.

You see, when a child loses a parent then they’re an orphan. But, Tony often wondered, what do they call a parent who loses their child?

They don’t stop being parents, to get that name, that title ripped away from them was hurtful. They’re still parents, rightly so, but who do you call a parent without a child?

Tony felt nothing, numb to everything, he wanted to believe you’re still there.

Still, almost six months without a sight of you and Tony just didn’t feel complete, the first three months he had refused to believe that you didn’t return, he spent days looking for you, the team came out looking for you too. By the fourth month, Tony stopped, sometimes he went out to hang some missing posters.

By the fifth month, the team stopped looking and most nights Tony was either drunk or in the lab.

Tony had never felt so empty, you were the light of his life - a little terror that blessed him. He couldn’t remember what was Christmas was without you.

You were only eleven when you fully entered in dad’s life, it wasn’t just spending summer with him anymore - your dad had full custody of you and now you weren’t tucked away with your mother. Tony adored his son, you looked just like him. He often hates that he didn’t get to spend the first eleven years of your life properly, how you went sent gifts for Christmases and Birthdays instead of hanging around.

Last ten and more years, spending quality time with you was normal. Christmas felt complete and he made sure you did something for your birthday.

Yet, Tony still tried to be positive for his teammates, he went out to get some gifts - it took his mind off you. But, most things had reminded him of you. Even so, there were presents under the tree labelled with your name - he checked.

At first, there was one, signed by Pepper. Tony loved that woman so much, he watched how Pepper became your new mother when you moved in, she was hurting that her little boy wasn’t home for Christmas like usual.

The next day, another two presents for you turned up under the tree, signed by your Uncle Rhodey and Uncle Happy. Tony smiles to himself when he checked, he may not have blood brothers, but his friends - these people he had cared so much was a good fill for Uncles for you, the family seemed better with them.

After three days after the show of present for you. Bruce, Peter, Steve and Thor had added to the collection of presents for you. Soon, Natasha and Clint added theirs into your pile under the tree, Tony sobbed that night in his room.

A week later, a few more present were added. Vision added his whilst Wanda’s gist presented itself next to it, wrapped neatly with her cursive writing addressed to you.

Tony wanted to shout and scream that you weren’t coming home, but he just couldn’t.

The tree collection had started to grow, more people were living in the tower meaning more present under the tree, more to buy for. Gifts that were stacked on each other and some pushed to the very back, but there was a clear distinct pile just for you and no one dared to move it.

The next time Tony checked under the tree it was two days before Christmas, he had finally added his last present to the pile for Pepper (He had bought her a stack since he just couldn’t pick what to get her) he was surprised to find more addition under the tree.

He found Dr Stephen, Sam, Scott, Bucky and Hope had gifted you with something despite barely knowing you at all. Sam hadn’t had a clue who you were despite included into the team at the same time was Wanda - perhaps it was the fact that you were often in the tower which he stayed well away from.

Yet, Strange, Scott, Bucky and Hope were to go off with stories about you in the past six months - reliving your moments, your greatest achievements, stories from the team that knew you. Yes, you weren’t an Avengers but somehow you became the heart and soul of the team, someone who kept them close together.

You updated their technology on their uniforms when your dad was busy, often helping them in battle from the camera you placed in the uniform - imagining it was a video game. You did the research, the contracting of the Avengers at such a young age. You did the business side, filing every file there was, reading caseloads to know who to send out on the mission.

The tower was full of people, but it was missing your Christmas playlist blasting on full, your cheery laughter that travelled down to every room. It was upsetting to be reminded that you weren’t home to dress the tree, to put the star at the top and flip the switch on.

The atmosphere seemed different.

Christmas day had arrived, everyone had unwrapped or ripped their gifts and enjoyed their morning - yet every time they looked under the tree their heart sinks when they see your untouched present.

“Is that everything?” Steve asked.

Tony sat on the floor in between Pepper’s legs, her hand running through his hair, his back against the sofa. He sees the mess created, the ripped wrapping paper littering the floor.

“There’s one more for Tony,” Bruce pulls a medium size box, “There’s a card for you too.”

Tony holds the box, he looked confused as he noticed the perplexed and curious looks of each person - realising none of them had bought him an extra gift. Pepper and Rhodey looked at each other, Tony looked at them suspiciously before they urge him to read the card with it.

When he flipped the card open, he almost choked on his own breathing. He recognises that writing anywhere - the small capitalising of your printed handwriting was almost a foreign familiarity.

“Dear dad,” Tony read out loud as the team’s eyes widen, Tony already had tears brimming in his eyes, “Since last Christmas, I’ve been struggling to buy you a gift, it’s hard when you’re rich and need nothing. But, I think I found the thing I can best offer. Over the months I’ve collected and found items that will mean so much to you as it does to me.”

The team listened, they watched how Tony was trying to compose himself as he continues.

“I know we have an imminent threat coming, I wanted to get this present completed but I know it wouldn't - I have things to gather but not enough time. This is probably the fifth card I’ve written, updating it each time, it was to say if I don’t make it, here’s what’s to remember me by.

Love, your son - (Y/n).”

Placing the card on the coffee table, Tony softly sets the gift on the floor in front of him as he sat cross-legged. He gently lifts the lid of the present and sees photographs, books and videotapes, something he hadn’t seen in a while since the world was evolving.

He picks up a picture, a small little boy smiling so brightly with a toy guitar around his shoulders. He flips the picture to the back to see any writing.

“(Y/n), 3 years old, future guitarist.”

Tony finally lets out a sob as you gifted him the thing he yearns the most, the first eleven years of your life. He found videotapes labelled such as your first word and the first time you walked, even you doing sports, small little moments in your childhood. Pictures of you as you were growing up, every Halloween costume and bad haircut documented, pictures with stories Tony would love to hear. Your record book in the box as well, tatted but well loved by your late mother, it recorded your weight, your footprints and your handprints. Your mother’s handwriting documenting small details such as your favourite show, your favourite food and colour at the time.

“Rhodey and I found the gift under his bed,” Pepper spoke, it was calm and soothing yet Tony pulled away from his small moment and realise he was crying, “You have a lot to go through, there are some cassette tapes in there too.”

Tony smiles to himself, “Always thinking ahead doesn’t he?”

The team, who knew you, mumbles an agreement. Tony sobs out a chuckle, a hint of short happiness in his eyes as he wanted to rifle through the box and examine, listen and watch everything that you gifted him.

“Favourite song: Golden Slumbers by The Beatles,” Tony read out from the book he had opened, “Rogers, Barnes, you have that on your list to catch up? Listen to the Beatles - timeless musical geniuses, my son has good taste.”

Steve and Bucky simultaneously pulled out their notebook to write down the band, as Tony’s thumb rubbed over the song title.

Once there was a way to get back homewards.

Tony was sure that he heard you say that it was still your favourite song, a song that your mother used to sing to you if you had trouble sleeping. It was soothing and kept the troubles away. Tony had heard the song a few times, he found comfort in the words, maybe you will come home.

The elevator door dinged open, no one was expecting anyone. Friday usually told the team who was coming up to greet them, they were never a fan of surprises anymore. The team looked at the incomer, and shock had frozen them.

They expected Nick or even Maria, but not you.

However, without a doubt, you were still the handsome young dashing chap who could get a run for his money. Yes, you looked like hell, a few scrapes and bruises and looking exhausted. But, you didn’t care, your eyes landed on the person you craved for - the touch and loving reassurance for the past months.

You can barely remember what had happened, you just remembered you needed to be home. You could feel the blood pumping to your ears, the loud vibrating noise goes unnoticed as you step closer into the warm atmosphere, your eyes flickering at the impressive tree and the untouched gifts that you knew was for you.

You turn your attention to your dad, his hands pushing your gift away as he slowly stands up.

“Please say this isn’t a nightmare.”

You could see in the lighting that your dad was on the verge of tears as were you. You softly lifted the corners of your lips forming a small smile, already taking a step closer to engulf your dad.

Six months of alone and despair and Tony wallowing in self-hatred, everything was complete, luckily just in time for Christmas.

“I’m home, dad, I found my way back homewards.”

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anogete · 5 years

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Bullet List of My Very Random Thoughts on Endgame

Don't click the keep reading link if you haven't seen the movie yet. I don’t want to be responsible for ruining your first watch of the movie. Serious, guys. Only click if you’ve seen it.

I really enjoyed it and I'm happy to suspend my disbelief with almost all of the time travel plot element. All things considered, it was masterfully executed and a beautiful love letter to the characters, movies, and fans.

My original six lovelies:

- Tony's arc was beautiful and heartbreaking but in a very satisfying way. I think most of us saw that one coming with the way IW set him up against Thanos. It was that much more poignant when you saw he was happy with Pepper and their little girl but still couldn’t step away from helping make things right if he had the ability. Pepper knew he couldn’t avoid involving himself despite not wanting to jeopardize his life with her, so her encouragement at the beginning and her comment to him right before he died (“We’re going to be okay. You can rest.”) just break my fucking heart. So does Peter crying over a wounded and dying Tony, telling him they won. Oh man. The waterworks were something fierce.

- Nat was a surprise but packed a shockingly hard punch for me. Maybe that was in part because it WAS a surprise and also because when we opened the movie she felt so fragile even though she was the one keeping the hope alive. That moment with her sad little sandwich and the news about Clint being so far off the rails that Steve interrupts? That alone made my heart hurt for her. My stomach dropped when I saw her and Clint climbing the mountain on Vormir as I realized what had to happen to get the Soul Stone. I was hopeful they could game the system and jump off the cliff together and both live, but I understand why this would cheapen it. She always felt like the glue that kept all these big personalities and big egos together, so it hurts that she’s gone and the group has been fractured with Tony’s death and Steve being out of the game.

- As for Clint--I’m assuming he returns to the family man life unless something big comes up in the future. I don’t know anything about Renner’s contract, but I’d like to see Hawkeye again. The hair and the sword and the arms and tats and revenge attitude really did it for me. How very dare they make him look this edible.

- Thor coping with grief by drinking beer (that beer belly, though!) and playing video games with Korg and Miek was actually refreshing and endearing. I know some people didn’t like seeing him that way, but it gives his character so much depth. Besides, he was back to his kickass self by the end of the movie. I do love that he handed over New Asgard to Valkyrie to rule, and I hope we see him pop into movies in the future, especially with that adorable rivalry between him and Quill.

- Bruce and his newfound truce with Hulk was a delight to see and completely unexpected. Also, Bruce/Hulk with the muscles and the voice and the five o’clock shadow and the glasses? Ummmm... ::is tempted to write Hulky Bruce smut:: I hope he’ll be in future movies.

- Steve. Ahh, Steve. I loved the fight with himself and the funny little winks to the viewers with the lines (America’s Ass, “I can do this all day”, “Hail Hydra”). I loved that he was encouraging others to move on when he couldn’t seem to do so himself. I LOVED him wielding Mjolnir, especially when the lightning started flying out of it. Thor’s reaction to that (”I knew it!”) was adorable. But, I’m torn with Steve’s storyline. I wanted him to get his happily ever after. I was dreading seeing him die in this movie, which I thought was definitely going to happen. But what was so shocking to me was that he got exactly what I wanted him to get but it felt so cheap to me. I left the movie satisfied with everything but the way they ended things with Steve, and yet I couldn’t seem to put my finger on why I started hating it the more I thought about it. I know a ton of people are Stucky ‘shippers and, while I love his relationship with Bucky, I’ve never ‘shipped them together. I’m not thrilled about the way they glossed over that relationship, but I understand the necessity because of time constraints. I don’t mind that Steve handed the Shield off to Sam because I assumed either he or Bucky (or even both) would pick it up in Steve’s absence. Bucky would have been a nice full circle between the two of them on their separate paths, but I also understand why it was given to Sam. Bucky obviously knew exactly what was going on, though I thought the distance between him and Steve was a bit strange. Maybe they were trying to make a point of showing that Steve and Bucky have both changed. Whatever. I can live with it, I guess. No one wanted Steve to get his happy ending more than me. So, what gives? I couldn’t figure out why it felt so wrong and cheap and like the worst kind of fan service. @bulmavegotaku sent me THIS ARTICLE which actually articulates what has been bothering me. Just because I wanted a happy ending for Steve doesn’t mean that it was what was best or even what was in-character for him. I know other people thought that him hiding in the past to live his life with Peggy WAS in-character, but I don’t think it was at all. And that’s not even to mention the fuckery with Peggy’s timeline. Yeah, yeah, they left the question of who Steve married up in the air by not having him divulge that info when Sam asked, but I’m not stupid. He says she’s the love of his life. If he’s going back, he’s not going to share a dance with her and then go marry some other chick in the past. Please. And that makes Steve Sharon’s uncle. Which is... weird and WTF. But maybe they thought we’d forget all that since it is now an alternate reality or whatever. So, Steve’s “ending” was the one major thing I really didn’t like. I’m sure one day I’ll write some fic that branches off into an AU in which it didn’t happen that way. It’s a little too fresh right now for me to tackle, though. I need to get the bad taste out of my mouth.

Other things I liked:

- Nebula’s dynamic and (at times) heartbreaking storyline as we watched her internal struggle actually play out in front of us with two Nebulas. My heart dropped when Rhodey was able to return to the present time on Earth, but she got trapped in the past with Thanos. I’m so happy she survived. Plus, her game of finger football with Tony was so goddamn endearing for both of them.

- Gamora being alive and the thought of watching her future interactions with Quill all over again. I love the sexual tension and the chase for sure. However, if past Gamora ends up in present time, then did all that stuff with Quill and the other Guardians even happen? Her past self is in the present and so is Nebula’s past self. Plus, Thanos plays a part (even if he’s off-screen) in much of the two Guardians movies, so if his past self died in the present, did this create some sort of alternate reality in which the things we witnessed didn’t actually happen in that way? This kinda ties in with my dislike of Steve’s storyline. Too much fucking with time travel begins to unravel the plot and create holes that I start picking at.

- Thanos turning to dust. So so so satisfying. What an absolutely arrogant turd.

- “On your left.” What a wonderful moment when you heard Sam’s voice and saw T’Challa appear from that portal followed by all of the others.

- While I didn’t enjoy it, I did think the fight between Steve and an emaciated and exhausted Tony at the beginning of the movie was so well done and well-acted. What a low point to climb out from.

- The scene in the beginning when they kill Thanos was also pretty low, but I thought a great way to start the movie. You can kill the bad guy, but that won’t change all the bad he did.

- I feel like Scott Lang is all of us. The scene with him outside when his taco blows away was so wonderful. And the scene in the diner when the kids want pics with Hulky Bruce, but not poor Antman. So awkward and so funny.

- The closure that Tony got with his dad. Oh man, that was the best and made even better because he was a father himself at that moment. Thor being able to speak with his mother and move forward from that was also unexpected but so needed for his character, especially at that moment.

- While I love Carol Danvers and the Captain Marvel movie, I didn’t want her to come in and steal the show from the core group of Avengers as we ended this era of the movies. I’m pleased with the way they used her to rescue Tony and Nebula and then go off to bring some order to the rest of the universe before returning to help in that final battle.

- Speaking of Carol--the scene during the battle when she takes the new gauntlet from Peter in an effort to get it away from Thanos and all the badass women fall in line behind her to assist brings a tear to my eye. What made it even better is it caused the two bros seated beside me to mutter and wiggle uncomfortably in their chairs because it was obvious they didn’t really like that part. As Beyonce would say, “Suck on my balls,” boys.

- Wanda’s white (red?) hot rage toward Thanos when she finally came toe-to-toe with him during the battle. YES. I was cheering her on.

- Steve’s ass. Oh, I’m sorry America’s ass.

- Did I mention Steve wielding Mjolnir?

- Loki being the sneaky little snake he is and grabbing the Tesseract during the confusion when Tony gets hit by the flying door. And Hulk screaming in frustration about how many stairs there are since he wasn’t allowed to ride on the elevator with everyone else.

- Bucky’s luxurious hair. Although, I do want my beefy Civil War Bucky back. On a side note, can someone please please please fix Sam’s facial hair before the next movie or show? Please? I do not like it at all. Anthony Mackie, please go back to WS or CW facial hair. I’m begging you.

I’m ready for more Guardians of the Galaxy featuring Thor. I’m ready to finally watch the first Spiderman movie before the new one comes out. (Don’t shoot me for not seeing it yet!) I’m pumped for more Carol as Captain Marvel. I love the original characters the best, but I understand we have to move forward and I’m trying to embrace these new babies even though they aren’t Tony or Nat or Steve. I’m consoling myself with Bucky and Sam right now.

And most of all, I’m excited to start writing again. I started something last night, but I don’t want to give many details until I know if what I threw on the wall is going to stick. If it does, then it’ll be Wintershock, take place after Endgame, and will probably be fluffy and free of life and death situations. My heart can’t take any more of that between Endgame and Game of Thrones. I’ll pop in periodically to keep anyone who cares updated on new material from me. Can’t wait to see you again over on AO3 this summer!

#marvel endgame #avengers endgame #avengers spoilers #endgame spoilers #mcu #spoilers #for shit's sake don't read if you haven't seen endgame

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noirfos · 5 years

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Endgame Rant Post

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!!!!!!

If Nebula killed her past self... how is she still alive?

When Captain Marvel got the gauntlet and we got the female heroes lineup, aldskjdss it was amazing

Loki’s not alive I’m so sad

But he had a good bunch of screentime so I will sit here and be happy through my tears

Bucky didn’t get a moment with old Steve at the end I was so sad

Poor Bucky

Steve you left him all alone how could you

When Tony and Steve went to the base together man that Stony

When everyone came back and there was the huge moment of everyone entering through the portals and the army lineups and just AHHHH

“Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone”

Thor playing Fortnite, nice to know that survived the snap

STEVE IS WORTHY

Happy taking care of Morgan, my HEART

Permanently dead: Natasha, Vision, Loki, Tony, WHO ELSE

I want Peter to become like Morgan’s big brother please Marvel make it happen I need some fluff to heal me

WHEN PEPPER TOLD TONY HE COULD REST NOW

“I aimed for the head”

“There’s beer on the ship”

The re-use of old footage aldskfhdfoidh

Mantis encouraging Thor and Quill to fight with knives

“Get that rabbit!”

“The options were him or a tree”

When Nat let go and it mirrored the moment when Loki let go from Thor on the bifrost

They said only 2 of the OG team would survive but more than that lived

When Tony and Howard were talking about raising their kids augh my heart

Morgan’s gonna grow up without a dad now and I can’t take this

“I love you 3,000″

The Stan Lee cameo in his hippy car T-T

“Karen, activate instant kill mode”

“Hi, I’m Peter Parker”

When Tony hUGGED PETER

It was after seeing the photo of him and Peter that Tony started working on the time GPS

*Model works* Tony: shit. Morgan: shit.

Thor got to see Frigga TAT

Thor’s drunken explanation of the Aether

Barton’s hair

Bruce half-heatedly smashing stuff in New York

“Hail Hydra”

When Gamora sacked Quill

Watching Quill dancing from afar

Steve DUAL-WIELDING MJOLNIR AND HIS SHIELD AND FIGHTING THANOS

I’ve got my issues with Captain Marvel but her haircut is cool

Thor, would it have killed you to have shaved even once during the whole movie?

When Endgame was the best anime

“ShinEEEEEEE!” ( 死ね )

HAWKEYE’S KATANA

I really like Nat’s hair

Valkrie is the new king of Asgard I’m so happy

“You’re only gonna give me mild cardiac dysrhythmia”

How did Thor know enough about Earth medicine to try using Mjolnir as an AED?

“Mommy told me to come save you”

Can we take a moment to appreciate the amazing soundtrack

Special effects were insane

How did Peter go back to school 5 years later and still have the same people (like Ned) be there if he was in 10th grade when the snap happened

“Proof that Tony Stark has a heart”

The science bros are intelligence goals

How did Nebula manage to figure out how to use the time machine so quickly and easily? How come she didn’t bring baby Thanos in? Then Rhodes could have gone with his asphyxiation plan.

The theatre was completely packed, literally not a single empty seat, we had lots of cheering and laughing and rustling of theatre food, but during Tony’s death scene it was so silent. You could literally feel every single person holding their breath.

Peter riding Mjolnir

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MY OPINION ABOUT ENDGAME

I’ve written this nice long YouTube comment about Endgame, and it contains pretty much everything that I think about that movie, so I’m just going to copypaste it here. Because of the subject of the video, a lot is about Steve/Bucky not becoming canon and what happened instead.

Spoilers after the break.

Ok, I don't care, I have OPINIONS and need to share them somewhere.

1) Stucky was never going to be canon and I think most of us are adult enough to admit that. HOWEVER what the movie did in general felt as if it would ignore everything we know about Steve, Bucky and Peggy.

- Did they keep Steve and Bucky apart? Totally.

- Steve ending up with Peggy. Would have been nice, IF that was where they had been going since 2011. It is not. They had a movie together where they have some flirting going on (a lot less than other superhero love stories, if you ask me, but shipping googles, don't ask me). After that, Peggy got an entire season about mourning Steve and slowly accepting his death, and a second where she started dating again, and Steve two plus movies where his motivation was mostly "OMG, Bucky is alive" and "I need to protect Bucky". THEY BOTH MOVED ON. This felt like a last minute "let's do something that gets Steve out of the way and will count as a happy ending".

- Steve living in the past. Ok, ok, ok, this is a BIG one for me. As many others have pointed out, he is now in a time where he full well knows Bucky is being held prisoner and tortured, and it's either letting it happen or key points in history will change. He is also watching SHIELD being founded and recruiting former HYDRA agents, as consequence of which PEOPLE WILL DIE, and Steve knows that, because HE'S BEEN THERE. Is he just going to sit there and let it happen??

Also, if we are already at it: Imagine the following scenario. It is the early 50s and Steve Rogers has just returned from the future (2023, right?) to spend the rest of his days with the love of his life, Peggy. Segregation is still a thing. Residential schools are still a thing. Women don't have the same rights as men. Queer people don't have any rights, period. Disabled and mentally ill people are being constantly mistreated, part out of ableism and part out of genuine ignorance in the medical field. The US is in cold war with the Soviet Union, and both sides do stuff that are not ok, and also highly classified. Steve, having lived in the future knows about them because it's history. Should I continue?

We normal people would maybe play the well-behaved time traveller and sit around waiting for history to happen, BUT NOT STEVE ROGERS. He is famous, and very influential because of his status as Captain America, and he has got a significantly smaller tolerance for bullsh*t than the other people in his time, because he has seen a world that is more accepting. He is going to try to fight everything at once. This is going to be chaos.

- Finally, and I haven't seen this pointed out yet, but HOWARD. Steve just returned to a time when Howard Stark was still the Howard Stark we know from The First Avenger and Agent Carter. A little weird and egocentric and visibly ND, but all in all a nice guy. I don't even know where to start with how much chaos this is going to cause. The memory of Steve Rogers has been a driving force behind Howard's entire life. Having him actually BE there will 1) prevent him from idolising him, and 2) Steve will be able to say little things to him like "Howard, you really have got a nice son there, maybe you could spend some more time with him?". Will Tony without his abusive childhood still become Iron Man? I think so, yes. Will it still completely change who he is as a person? Also yes...? Don't even mention that Steve perfectly knows how Howard and his wife are going to die, namely assassinated by Bucky, because...

(Also, remember Agent Carter season 1 when Howard openly told Peggy tat he'd been in love with Steve? Yeah, that is going to be a fun discussion when they announce their engagement. Seriously, someone should write it.)

Conclusion: While I understand how the idea of Steve returning to Peggy might have sounded good on paper, the writers just didn't think it through and as a consequence, it feels rushed and as if they'd just butchered not only one, but at least three or four of our beloved characters and their story arcs.

2) My opinion about Endgame was that it was nice. But definitely not good or something I'd want to rewatch anytime soon.

- It bit off more than it can chew. One movie to close off six character arcs is not enough by far. They should have made at least three. One for Steve and Tony, one for Clint and Natasha, and one for Bruce and Thor.

-> Tony's character arc was the one I was almost completely happy with. Minus the Pepper wearing the suit bit, which I feel should have been a big emotional moment but instead was just kind of there and came a little out of nowhere. Steve, see above, would have needed either a different ending or a whole lot more thought in it.

-> Clint becoming a pretty terrible serial killer was just somehow never dealt with?? Because THAT? That would have needed a complete movie to make sense and to give him time to actually redeem himself. Natasha... Redemption equals death. I'm not a fan of that trope, especially because she already seemed to have redeemed herself at that point? She didn't need to die? Also, fine, I get why it could make sense, but killing off the one female protagonist these movies had for quite some time feels really, really... It makes me feel cheated. Given more time, they could have developed the whole arc better.

->Bruce making peace with the Hulk IS exactly what should have happened to him. HOWEVER, it all happened in that short moment when the screen was black and read "five years later". That is... Not what I'd call good character development. Again, this would have needed TIME. Give him a movie. Combine his story with that of Thor. Could have been great.

-> Thor. This is the one that makes me just ANGRY, so I'm giving it it's own bullet point. Look, what happened to him completely makes sense. It also feels as if the movie hadn't taken him and his pain seriously. Like that scene in his cabin, that was totally played for laughs, and after that, they just didn't give him enough time. And I get it, there WAS NO TIME. There was just too much going on.

But people, alcoholism and PTSD are SERIOUS subjects, and if you want them there, you need to commit to write them properly. Marvel can do that, as they have proven with their Demon In A Bottle storyline, Iron Man 3 or The Incredible Hulk episode Alice In Discoland. But these are all separate stories that revolve around these themes. There is no way someone could manage a nuanced and sensitive representation in an ensemble movie that also juggles at least eight other characters and aims to close off eleven years worth of movies. There is just not enough time.

So what they should have done instead: Either make Endgame three movies, and give Thor and Bruce one where they can support each other while dealing with his trauma and the Hulk, or just leave out the entire arc. Thor's arc was finished in Thor: Ragnarok. He became king, learned to accept that his father had done many bad things and made peace with Loki. They should have left it there and only used him to drive the action forward instead of trying to have him evolve in any direction.

(In this version, the massacre at the beginning of Infinity War shouldn't have happened. Give them some more time to arrive on Earth, and than call Thor and Bruce away to fight Thanos while Loki is benched because the Asgardians need an acting king. Thor behaves more or less the way he did in Ragnarok, goes on his quest to get the axe, and Endgame is just plain different.)

- While I do enjoy a good "everything is bad AU", Endgame didn't make it work. Probably because they messed up the characters part.

- Nice call backs, though. Especially the one when they redid the Star Lord dancing in the cave scene, and than cut to Rhodey and Nebula watching him looking like a complete idiot. :D I really liked that one.

- Good action scenes. The end fight when all the dusted heroes came out of the portal and they were these dark silhouettes with a bright light behind their backs! Wheeeeeeeeeeee!!!

Conclusion: Nice movie. Not a fan. Only half achieved what it set out to do.

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The girl who fell between two worlds 5/?{Avengers x Reader}

summary: y/n only has two days left, and she in those two days she discovers many things from the past, and some forgotten memories.

warning: cringe af, don’t say i didn’t warn you, angst? fluff? ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, not edited.

it’s been two weeks since y/n came in this world, she received a not saying she had 3 weeks and now she only has one and it was easy, easier than she thought it would be, she had fun with the others of course, but she didn’t tell them about the recent letter.

Bruce worked on the memory card while Steve was teaching y/n to control and to fight without using her powers, Peter also helped y/n through school, the bullies apologized because the one and only Tony Stark talked to them in person, When Bruce was finished, Y/n was the first to be called.

“So, What is this?” He scrolled through the number of movies tat as saved.

“Marvel Movies.” She gasped, “This is where I knew you guys, but unfortunately it’s not much of a help since, It’s different here.”

“Would you mind if we watch some?” they looked at each other.. Deciding if they should.

“Sure.”

a few days later Y/n was finally allowed to go to a mission with Tony, She was happy of course but was told not to do anything reckless, it was another easy mission, according to y/n.

“What’s the plan again y/n?” Tony asked her Hoping that she remembers everything.

“Uh.. Kick names Take ass.” Nope, she didn’t understand a single thing.

“Just-- Stay close okay?”

and she did exactly what she’s told, It wasn’t fun burning faces, she apologized every time she does it.

“y/n stop apologizing, they had it coming.” Bucky said.

“Sorry.” She replied and bucky sighed.

Suddenly, a weird robot came towards Tony and y/n.

“Whoa.” She was surprised but it didn’t show through her mask, She quickly attacked, because Tony was too occupied with the others, The machine charged at her but she quickly dodged his attacks, Soon, she melted his right hand off, When Tony was finished with his fight he helped her with hers, blasting the Giant robot here and there, they defeated it in no time.

Tony continued to bring her on missions, and she agreed every time because she knew she only has a few days left, Bruce and Y/n studied every similarities of the Avengers to the movie, they tried to find out who she was supposed to save, and how, but nothing, nothing helped.

On the last two days, y/n knew that if she failed to save that someone there would be consequences, So before all those she visited all of them, because she didn’t want to miss the opportunity, When she reached the Xavier mansion, she looked for the professor, and when he saw her, he immediately knew.

“Y/n L/n.. It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

again? she thought.

“yes, A long time ago.. You also came to us. And when before you left you promised to be back, and here you are.” he chuckled. “I guess you want some explanations?” he asked and she nodded.

they went to the professor’s office and she sat down in front of the table.

“It was Cuba, You were there, you were one of the first recruit, you said things about watching a movie about us when you were a teen, you get letters..” he pulled out three orange envelopes and placed it on the table, “I remember the last one scared us all..” he gave her the third letter and she carefully read it.

y/n,

your mission is over and you unfortunately didn’t succeed,

but knowing that you’ve grown attached to them,

We’ll give you two choices,

live here, or back there?

but if you choose to be back there you wouldn’t remember anything about this,

if here you won’t remember a thing about living your normal life.

I hope you choose the right one.

“we wanted you to stay, all of us did, but you said it was dangerous, that I couldn’t walk because of you.”

“why did I say that?” she asked.

“because.. You tried to block the bullet but, I didn’t let you to, and you blamed yourself, I’m sorry, y/n it was all my fault.” Charles apologized and she shook her head,

“No, it wasn’t your fault, I made the choice, Thank you for telling me this.”

The day ended and you made your way back to the tower, everyone was free and they were having a party, even Nick Fury and agent hill.

“Y/N! how was your day?” Pepper hugged her.

“It was fine, I visited a few people...” Both of them walked inside and talked with the others, they laughed, played some games, until they were all quiet and sat in the living room, in one bug circle as if they were children playing games.

The hammer was in the middle of the circle and everyone knew what to do.

“So this is some kind of worthiness check?” y/n joked and everyone laughed.

“Who wanna go first?” Peter asked, and everyone looked at him daringly, and his smiled dropped, “Well.. I don’t wanna go... first at least.”

Nick tried first, he gripped the handle and tried to lift it, but no luck.

everyone tried and nothing, when it was peter’s turn everyone cheered, she could hear him talking to himself saying;

“I can do this, phew.” but nope, nothing, he groaned and sat back down frowning.

“y/n its your turn.” Thor said, she sighed and moved closer to the hammer, she held the handle and lifted, gasps filled the room, including hers.

her eyes met Thor’s and said, “whoops.” She dropped the hammer and everyone was silent.

“so, You’re worthy?” Peter asked, and she nodded.

“It was still heavy though, So I think It just lasted for a minute or two.” After that there were more games, and they were happy, smiling, laughing, but y/n’s smile dulled as she remembered she only has one more day left, but she made sure she was going to save who she was supposed to save.

when she woke up, she was laying on the floor of her bed. then a knock echoed through the room.

“yes?” she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

“Uh.. Emergency mission, you need to wake up.” It was Sam, then she yelled back.

“yeah, how much time do I have?”

“an hour before the meeting.” she groaned and got ready as fast as she could.

A Senator’s daughter was kidnapped and used as bait for the Avengers,so all of them was there except for Thor,Loki, Peter, Bucky Wanda and Vis. But It wasn’t Hydra, Just some dude who’s asking for the super serum,

when she heard all this she couldn’t help buy say, “what a Lunatic.”

“but The Lunatic Has some minions and kidnapped the Senator’s Daughter..” Sam says, “ so Lunatic genius.”

As usual their base was somewhere in the middle of the woods, everyone was in their positions and this time y/n wasn’t anywhere neat Tony.

“Y/n just because we are far away from each other doesn’t mean you’re going to be reckless.. okay?”

“fine.”

Tony was the one who’s going to fly the girl out of the building, and her job was to make sure no one stops him, but she also made sure to look out for everyone since she was supposed to save one of them.

so far, everyone was at ease, and y/n reached the floor where the Kidnapped girl was, she met Tony on the way and everyone was outside fighting the men who was supposed to be back up, she followed tony into a room and saw a girl strapped with a vest of bombs.

“Did anyone know about this?”y/n asked and Steve Was the first one to reply.

“ The Bomb that’s set to explode for.. 2 minutes..” she said and walked towards the crying girl.

“We don’t have much time to stop this.. “ Tony’s Voice was shaking, Luckily, y/n thought of something, she unstrapped the bomb of the girl and threw it far away from them.

“Fly away with there, and make everyone go to our side.” she said quickly and Tony Nodded, he knew she had a plan, and he trusted her.

when everyone was together, y/n used all her strength to build a wall blocking them and burning the people on the other side, though it looked easy, it wasn’t for y/n the building was tall and she had to make the wall taller, once it was done, she dropped on her knees and sighed. she heard feet shuffling though no one moved, she turned around and saw a man pointing a gun towards her, before he could pull the trigger, she remembered what Tony said.

what if that was the dream and this was the real you?

and in that moment, the same time the trigger was pulled, and no one could do anything.. She realized, she was the one she’s supposed to save, that she was given options the first time because she was meant to stay.

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so next chapter is the end? or delete all of this before i could continue?

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