#the series of emotions on tony's face got me while making these

[literaryavenger]

Captain America: Civil War - 5

Summary: Team Cap gets taken to the Raft.

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries. Language. Mentions of Y/N. A little angst if you squint. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: Thank god it took me very little to finish this one! Hope you like it!

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The Raft.

That’s where they sent you after they arrested you in Germany. The fucking Raft.

You haven’t even seen Wanda since you were handed your very unstylish new clothes and they made you change.

You got separated from her when they took you to your cell between Scott's and Sam's. You dread what they're going to do to her, but you're powerless to stop them.

You sit on the ground of your cell and don’t move from there, barely registering what happens around you until the sound of clapping snaps you out of your trance. 

“The Futurist, gentlemen!” Clint shouts but you still don’t move, just listening to the scene. “The Futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what's best for you, whether you like it or not.”

“Give me a break, Barton.” You hear Tony say and almost show some emotion, but stop yourself. “I had no idea they'd put you here. Come on.”

You hear Clint spit and then say “Yeah, well, you knew they'd put us somewhere, Tony.”

“Yeah, but not some super-max floating ocean pokey. You know, this place is for maniacs. This is a place for…”

“Criminals?” Clint interrupts him. “Criminals, Tony. Think that's the word you're looking for. Right? That didn't used to mean me. Or Sam, or Y/N, or Wanda. But here we are.”

“Because you broke the law.” Tony says.

“Yeah.” Clint says back and starts chanting “La la la la la” while Tony talks, making you grin slightly.

“I didn't make you. You read it, you broke it.” Tony keeps talking. “Alright, you're all grown up, you got a wife and kids. I don't understand, why didn't you think about them before you chose the wrong side.” he says and your face falls again immediately, knowing Tony went too far.

“You gotta watch your back with this guy.” Clint says before slamming his hands on the bars angrily. “There's a chance he's gonna break it!”

“Hank Pym always said, you never can trust a Stark.” You hear Scott say from the cell on your right.

“Who are you?” Tony says, his voice closer to you than before, and you can hear Scott mumbling “Come on, man.”

Tony gets to your cell and sees you sitting on the ground, hugging your knees tight to your chest, your head resting back on the wall while you look straight ahead.

Tony is nothing short of shocked when he sees your face all beat up and bruised, your arm bandaged with blood seeping through it showing just how big and deep the cut is, all courtesy of Ayo.

“I never wanted to see you like this...” Tony says softly but you don’t even react to his words.

He’s standing in front of you but it’s like he’s not even there, like you’re looking right through him to something more interesting behind him.

Tony sighs and shakes his head before moving to Sam’s cell.

“How's Rhodes?” Sam asks right away.

“They're flying him to Columbia Medical tomorrow. So… fingers cross.” Tony answers and you close your eyes, grateful that he’s still alive at least. “What do you need? They feed you yet?”

“You're the good cop now?” Sam asks almost in disbelief.

“I'm just the guy who needs to know where Steve went.” Tony answers calmly.

“Well, you better go get a bad cop, because you're gonna have to go Mark Fuhrman on my ass to get information out of me.”

“Oh, I just knocked the 'A' out of their 'AV'.” Tony says, much too playfully for your taste. “We got about 30 seconds before they realize it's not their equipment.”

You furrow your eyebrows at his next sentence. “Just look. Because that is the fellow who was supposed to interrogate Barnes. Clearly, I made a mistake. Sam, I was wrong.”

Your eyes snap open at his apology and, even though you can’t see either of them, you know Sam’s feeling the same way as you, which is confirmed by his next sentence. “That's a first.”

“Cap is definitely off the reservation but he's about to need all the help he can get. We don't know each other very well. You don't have to-”

“Hey, it's alright.” Sam interrupts him, then you hear him sigh and after a little pause he says “Look, I'll tell you… but you have to go alone and as a friend.”

“Easy.” Tony says and Sam proceeds to tell him all about the Hydra base in Siberia and the other supersoldiers.

When Tony leaves, Sam once again tries to make sure you’re okay even if he hasn’t had luck at getting an answer out of you since you got here.

He knocks twice on the wall between you two then pauses and then knocks three more times fast before talking, a thing you two started doing since you both moved into the Avengers Compound so you would know it was the other knocking right away. “Are you okay?”

You don’t answer him and can hear him sighing before continuing talking.

“Look, I’m sorry you got caught up in this and-”

“I don’t regret the choice I made, Sam.” You interrupt him before he can finish his sentence, speaking up for the first time since you got arrested at the airport. “As much as this sucks, it was the right thing to do. I know it was.”

You don’t say anything else. Sam can tell you mean it and he knows better than to push you.

“They’ll be okay.” He says after a moment of silence and then lets you be.

You know he means Steve, Bucky and Tony but you can’t help but think he’s trying to reassure you that Bucky’s gonna be fine.

And you can only hope that he’s right.

-

A couple of weeks after Tony’s visit there’s a commotion in the prison.

You haven’t so much as made a sound since that day, aside from your daily knock on the wall between you and Sam so he can make sure you’re okay, knowing you well enough to know you don’t want to talk but still wanting to check in.

But you can’t help but let out a loud gasp when you see Steve just standing in front of your cells.

You look around when the cell doors open and you hesitantly get up from the floor and walk towards Steve. He hugs Sam, then you, then Clint and then pats Scott on the back, but doesn’t linger long before he’s guiding you towards another level where Wanda is.

You get to her just as the door to her cell opens and you rush inside with Clint to take off her collar while he takes off her straightjacket. You hug her tightly and wrap your arm around her with Clint to help her move you since she looks a little worse for wear.

You manage to move through the prison without problems. You have to hand it to Steve, he’s a hell of a criminal.

When you get to the landing pad you see the Quinjet ready for take off and you all rush inside just to see Bucky at the commands and you smile brightly at the sight.

You have no time to comment, though, as Sam shouts “What are you waiting for?! Go!”

Bucky rolls his eyes but calmly says “We have one more coming.”

You frown. One more? You turn to Steve confusedly but before you can ask anything you can see blond hair darting into the Quinjet and then Natasha’s there.

Bucky instantly takes off and you all take seats and buckle up.

There’s a moment of silence while everyone processes what just happened, but you break it while looking at Natasha that’s sitting directly in front of you.

“Are we gonna talk about the hair?” You ask arching your eyebrow with a smirk.

She groans in annoyance and you can hear the others chuckling while she says “We are not.”

-

After a few hours you all get to a safehouse and Steve ushers you in before showing you around.

It’s not bad: a secluded cabin with three bedrooms, not too big but Steve assured you you wouldn’t be staying there long anyway. Which makes sense, you're on the run now so this is just temporary.

After the tour Bucky approaches you in the living room and only then you notice he’s missing his metal arm.

“You flew the jet with only one arm? That’s impressive…” You can’t help yourself as you reach to touch his left shoulder, your eyes fixated on it. But stop on your tracks when you feel his right hand carefully cupping your cheek.

Your eyes snap up to his and you can see him thoroughly inspecting the wounds in your face that are still healing a little. He grimaces when he looks down at your bandaged arm and whispers “I’m sorry…”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, Sergeant.” You smile softly at him and put your hand over his still on your cheek, trying to reassure him that you’re fine.

“I bet you can, doll.” He chuckles.

You’re too busy staring at each other to notice everyone’s attention is on you until Steve clears his throat with an apologetic look on his face.

“We need to go, Buck.” He says and you look confusedly between the two men.

“I’m going back into cryo.” Bucky clarifies for you.

“Oh.” Is all you can say and your eyes widen for a second before you force yourself to put on a more neutral face.

“It’s okay.” He smiles at you, but you feel like he’s trying to convince himself as much as you. “It’s nothing I can’t handle, doll.”

You try your best to smile and not look too bummed out. “I bet you can, Sergeant.”

You hesitate for a moment before surprising him, the others and even yourself by giving him a hug. He hesitates too before delicately hugging you back and, after a moment, you pull away. 

He smiles at you with a faint blush and you smile back, watching him walk to the door.

Steve passes you on his way to the door and kisses your forehead, whispering “He’ll be okay” before saying goodbye to the rest of the team, assuring you that he’ll be back soon. Then he also goes through the door and soon both the supersoldiers are gone.

You turn around with a sigh and see Sam, Natasha and Clint standing there, grinning at you, Wanda and Scott looking more compassionate than teasing.

You narrow your eyes at the first three and say sternly “Not. A. Word.” punctuating every word by pointing threateningly at each of them.

They raise their hands in mock surrender while snickering but thankfully don’t say anything and everyone just scatters around the safehouse.

You see the Quinjet depart from the window and try your best to look at the bright side: This isn’t forever, you’ll see him again.

Right?

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[wandafiction]

Panic Attack - Just Us Chapter 8

Warnings: Panic Attacks

Word Count: 2261

Series List | Chapter 7 | Chapter 9

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Ding. The elevator doors opened to the penthouse, as I breathed out a happy sigh a smile still plastered on my face. Taking my shoes off I didn't notice the figure in the living room moving towards me.

"Someone looks happy." The voice made me jump out of my skin.

"Holy Shit! Don't fucking do that. I nearly had a heart attack." I held one hand to my heart while the other smacked the man in front of me chest. 

"Wouldn't be the first time." 

"Har har Tony. Very funny." I glare at him playfully, so he puts his hands up in surrender. 

"No hug for me? No hey papa T?" He wiggles his eyebrows as he speaks.

"No, because you scared me, you don't deserve the niceties." I gently bump his shoulder as I walk past so he knows I'm not actually mad.

"Well you have my deepest apologies. I didn't mean to scare you. I'm here with good news and on business." He follows me into the kitchen as I start up the coffee machine, turning to face him. I gesture to him silently asking if he wants one, he nods his head excitedly. Of course he wants coffee. 

"Business first Papa T. You know me." He sends me one of those Tony Stark business smiles, that seem to win anyone over.

"So talking business, the new and improved Da Vinci medical Robot. You know the one, your team helped to upgrade last quarter. Well everyone seems to love it better than the original, and the original creators can't be more thankful. They want to keep working with you, something about. The future of medicine." He waves his hand to emphasise his point. "So what do you think? Do you want to work alongside them?"

"Let's set up a meeting, see what ideas they have floating about and then we can decide."

"Perfect, I will get Pepper on it." I nod as I hand him his freshly brewed coffee. "And now the good news."

"That's all the business for today?" Normally there's lots more...oh well I'm not complaining. 

"Yeah, you have caught up with everything, so at the moment we are at an all time high and could probably bring in a few new people and that."

"Cool."

"Anyway the good news."

"Yes the good news." 

"They found him." I choke on my coffee not expecting that to be the good news.

"They found him?" It comes out as a very small whisper, tears already brimming my eyes. "After two years?" 

"Yeah, they finally got him." He grabs my hand that's on the counter giving it a gentle squeeze as I lose myself to inner turmoil again, but feeling Tony's hand on mine brings me back and I clear my throat.

"And the evidence? Is it enough? Is he going down for what he did? Have they really got him?" I have so many questions and I can't decide which ones to ask.

"They really got him Y/n. There's plenty of evidence. He is going down." He emphasises the last sentence. "He is going to be held in jail till the trial and even then the lawyers truly believe he will get a life sentence." 

A life sentence holy shit! I mean I've waited 2 years for this news. Now that I have it I don't know what to do with it. I should be happy. Like over the fucking moon happy. Open a bottle of champagne and get so fucking drunk I don't remember the night before. Yes, that happy! But I don't think I am. I'm mean shit. 2 fucking years, and I feel...numb. Well numb, and everything! How the fuck is that possible. How can I feel so many emotions at once, but feel so fucking numb about this whole thing?! It makes no fucking sense. NO FUCKING SENSE!

"Hey, hey. Woah, woah, woah. Y/n? Y/n I need you to breathe for me. Can you do that?" I hadn't realised that my breathing was erratic and tears were falling out my eyes like it was going out of fashion. 

My eyes pinged around the room trying to find something to focus on, but as soon as they stopped at one thing my inner turmoil got worse so I kept my eyes moving. I tried identifying things in the room that my eyes could settle on for more than a second, nothing was working. I couldn't ground myself in this world. I felt like I was watching from out of my body, watching myself slowly lose the battle against the turmoil of my brain. The outside world is getting smaller and smaller. Darker and darker. 

I jump when I feel someone's hand on me, I don't recognise their touch. I push myself away from whoever has their hands on me. However, I end up tripping over my own feet as I travel backwards, stumbling down to the floor. Of course on the way down to the floor I hit the side of my face on the kitchen counter, ending up on my back on the floor. I feel someone grab my arms, I know deep down they are trying to help but once again I push them off of me. I scramble along the floor, my butt sliding across the tiled floor, my legs working overtime to push me back frantically. I feel my back hit the kitchen counter, but I'm still not far enough away...I push myself along the counter, until I feel the corner and tuck myself down into it.

I pull my knees as tight as possible against my chest, wrapping both arms around them and pulling them impossibly closer to my chest. I place my forehead between my knees, my body slightly bouncing back and forth...or shaking: I can't quite tell. I hear a muffled voice, but can't make out what they are saying. It sounds like I'm underwater, it feels like the room is collapsing in on me. The air pushed out of my lungs and I am unable to get any air back in.

I don't know how long I've been here, but I feel a different pair of hands on me. These ones are very different, soft, gentle and hold onto my calfs just above my ankles. I recognise this touch. They slowly move up to my knee and then back down, then slowly back up again. I then feel the hands move from my knees to my elbows and they follow my arms up to my shoulders. The hands then travel back down my arms, all the way to my hands which I'm pretty sure are stuck against my clothes with how tight I am holding onto them. My knuckles are obviously white from the pressure, still lost...but the hands. I can feel the hands. I'm not jumping back. That's good. I recognise them. I do. I recognise them.

The gentle hands wrap cautiously around mine, slowly squeezing them with the tiniest bit of pressure. Both of mine relax almost instantly. The owner of the hands starts to speak, but I still can't hear anything. They obviously notice this, because their hands move back up to my shoulders across to my neck and then to my cheeks. They slowly lift my hand so my eyes can meet theirs, it's hard to see with how many tears my eyes are filled with but I recognise them enough. A gentle smile tugs at the blonde's face as she sees me reacting to her and her actions. 

"I'm going to move your hand to my chest. Is that okay?" 

"Mhmm." I can't say anything else, not even a nod. Just an approving hum. 

"Okay." She grabs my right hand and brings it to the center of her chest where I can feel her heartbeat and her chest rising and falling with each breath. "You feel that? Try and copy it for me with your own breath. Concentrate on nothing else but what your hand is feeling, look at my face or close your eyes. But concentrate on what your hand is telling you." 

So I do. In. Out. In. Out. She is slowing her breathing down, it must be working. If she is slowing hers down more it means mine is slowly getting to some sort of normal. 

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

"You're doing so well. Keep going. I'm so proud of you, you're doing so great. Do you think you can speak?" 

"Y...ye...yeah."

"Good, good. You're doing amazing. Can you answer my questions?"

"Yeah." I breathe out.

"Okay. Name me 5 things you can see."

"Uhm...You...My hand...The floor...The counter...My feet." 

"Good, you're doing great. Now name me 4 things you can hear?" 

"Your voice. My voice. The radio station. And, uhm, my breathing." 

"Amazing. Now 3 things you can feel."

"The floor, your chest, my clothes."

"Great, you're doing so well. Now two things you can smell."

"I smell...uhm...my perfume and...uhm...coffee."

"Thats it keep breathing,  your doing so well for me y/n. Now the last one. One thing you can taste."

"My toothpaste." I let out one last breath. I finally feel like I'm back in my body, and back in control of it, almost. "Thank you Carol."

"Of course." She moves her hand to stroke my cheek getting rid of some of the drying tears now I've finally stopped crying.

"You didn't have to come, I would have sorted myself out soon enough." She now places her other hand on my other cheek moving my face up a bit so she can look me right in the eye.

"Now listen to me. I am your sister! Of course I will help you. No matter where I am, I will always come and help you. Always. Tony couldn't seem to pull you out of it, so he called me."

"Thank you." I didn't really know what else to say, there's nothing else I could say. "Is Papa T still here?"

"Yeah I'm still here kid." I look up to see him leaning against the kitchen counter, obvious worry spread across his face.

"I'm sorry Papa T. I didn't mean to scare you." 

"You didn't scare me, you just worried me and I seemed to make it worse." 

"Uhm...yeah. It was the touching. I lose myself in my head and when someone touches me, if I don't recognise their touch then my body reacts in such a way. I don't know why, it just does." I shrug my shoulders, I don't know how else to explain it. 

"It's okay, I understand. Just tell me how I can help, so if you have another in front of me I know what to do." He bends down to my height giving me a loving smile. 

"We can work on it. It's all about touch. We don't really hug or anything but we shake hands, so that's where we can start. Thank you Papa T." 

"Of course. That's why I called your sister. I didn't know what else to do. Do they happen often? The panic attacks?" Tony's curious eyes meet mine, that I'm sure are red and puffy.

"They used to. I haven't had one in a while, a long while. Maybe 6 months or so." I start to climb off the floor, my bum now very numb and cold. 

"Do you know what caused it?" Carol asks gently. 

"Papa T gave me some news. Good news. But the emotions caused inner turmoil and I sort of just lost myself to it all. It sort of just took over, and then spiraled."

"What's the news?" Carol asks as she wraps an arm around my back. 

"I will let Papa T tell you, I am going to go to bed. I'm exhausted after that one, I need rest. How long was I 'gone' for?"

"About 30 minutes.' Papa T informs me. Holy Shit! That's a big fucking panic attack, no wonder I feel like I could sleep for days.

"Okay let me help you to bed, I will come back down in a second Tony don't go anywhere." Carol rubs my back up and down. "Come let's get you upstairs." 

"I love you Y/n." I hear Tony's voice call over.

"Love you too Papa T." I call over my shoulder. I feel Carol move to look at him.

"Thank you Tony, you do so much for her. I will be down in a minute."

"Okay."

With that Carol leads me upstairs and into my room. I feel so tired I can hardly move, so Carol is practically manhandling her own sister, me,  into bed. I feel so useless. 

"I'm sorry." I mumble down to her.

"Don't ever be sorry for things you can't control. I am your sister. I love you. I will always be here for you. So please don't apologise." 

"Okay, well I'm sorry for being sorry."

"Good." We both giggle. She lays me down and tucks me in. "Comfortable?"

"Yes...thank you." I mumble into my pillow. 

"Always." She goes to move off the bed, but I grab her hand.

"I love you Carol." She swipes some hair out of my face.

"I love you too Y/n." She pecks me on the forehead. "Now get some sleep". 

As soon as I hear her close the door, I settle more into my bed sinking into the pillows and many cushions. I let out a large breath, losing myself to sleep.

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[like-what-the-fuck-scoob]

Marvel Character x Reader Imagines -

How You Cuddle (Marvel Men Part 1):

This post includes: Tony, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Stephen, Bruce, Thor, Loki, Clint, Peter P.

Please see Part 2 for Scott, Vision, T'Challa, Peter Q, Marc, Steven.

Summary: Male Marvel character x reader. A series of short imagines about how each male Marvel character would cuddle their significant other. You can read all characters, or just scroll down until you find your comfort character 💜

Warnings: None, just lots of cuddles and fluff!

A/N: The rest of the Marvel men and the Marvel women will be a separate post! I got this idea of writing style from my teenage days browsing the 'Imagines' trend on watpadd, and thought I would contribute more of these short pieces to Tumblr. If you like this and want to read more imagines, please let me know!

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Tony Stark:

Tony's cuddles would be so protective. You mean the world to him, and often his ego prevents him from showing that with his words. But you can always tell how much he loves with his protective cuddles - throwing his big arms around you and squeezing you tight, keeping you safe.

Steve Rogers:

Steve's cuddles would be full of kindness and appreciation. Hugging you from behind, he would sway your hips gently, burrowing his face into your upper back, taking in your scent. "Hey sweetheart, I've missed you, how have you been?" Turning around to face him, he beams a smile and presses his body to yours while you enjoy each others company for a moment.

Bucky Barnes:

Considering Bucky's experiences with people haven't been great, it took him a while to warm up to the idea of cuddles and physical touch. The idea of that kind of trust scared him, but over time he learned that all your arms and hands would do is provide comfort, not threat. So whilst he isn't the tightest hugger in the world, Bucky's cuddles are gentle, tender, as he traces each imperfection on your face and body with a careful touch. Lightly, he places his metal hand on the back of your neck, pulling you into his chest, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead as you doze to sleep.

Sam Wilson:

Sam's cuddles vary depending on whether you are alone or surrounded by friends/are in public. Around others, Sam is a charismatic character. He adores making others laugh, attempting to keep a light hearted tone during social events, and yes, this is reflected in his cuddles. Around his friends, his interactions with you will be fun yet loving - shoulder squeezes, dramatic kisses to your hand accompanied by the remark "my lady, another drink?" But alone, finally de-stressing in your bedroom, drained of social battery, his cuddles share a very different tone. They are emotional and long, laying on his chest as he wraps his strong arms around you, taking a breather - each others safe space after a tiresome and jam-packed day.

Stephen Strange:

Every time Stephen cuddles you, it's as if it's the last time. Sometimes, you could go for long periods of time without seeing each other due to his responsibilities, and knowing how often he attracts dangerous people and situations, sometimes he would prefer to keep you at arms length for your safety. But he can never resist. He always, comes back to you. No matter how much he tries to push you away, no matter how much the multiverse expects of him, he can't stay away from you for long. So whenever he sees you, whenever he comes back to you, he throws his arms around you and pulls you into a tight, intense, emotional cuddle. Staying in each others arms for what seems like hours, you cherish each moment of physical touch until your love is called to leave again.

Bruce Banner:

We all know Bruce wouldn't hurt a fly, but having almost no control over the hulk absolutely terrifies him when he is around you. He loves you, and the last thing he wants is to unleash the hulk and hurt you - the light of his life. So during cuddles, often you have to lead. Sensing his hesitancy, you grasp his hands and place them on your hips, pulling him forward, allowing him to take a step or two closer to you before you close your arms around his neck. After a moment or two, realising that nothing bad has happened, Bruce's anxiety will fade and you can feel his hold tighten around you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as the night unfolds.

Clint Barton:

Clint's cuddles are strong, grasping you firm in his hold. After Natasha's death, the thought of losing his loved ones was enough to give Clint nightmares. When his mind spirals, his anxiety heightens and he feels as though he's about to lose control the people he loves, your cuddles are his safe space that help ground him back into reality. Taking deep breaths, he holds you close, in silence, the tightness of his grip enough for you to know that no words need be said - this man loves you.

Thor Odinson:

Thor cuddles you with pride. His cuddles more than anything show that he is overjoyed to have you by his side - his other half. In every situation, in front of his family and yours, in front of his friends and your friends, this man will not hesitate to cuddle the hell out of you. When he first introduced you to his father, you were both concerned that he may not accept you as a simple Midgardian. Understanding your nerves, and wanting to prove to his family just how happy you truly make him, he pulled you into his armoured chest. Picking you up and spinning you around, he wrapped his muscular arms around your waist, squeezing you with so much love, before placing a finger under your chin, tilting your head to lock eyes with yours before unleashing a beaming smile. "See, Father, look at how much I love them! Isn't it great!"

Loki Laufeyson:

Around others, Loki pretends to be the dominant character of your relationship. However, behind closed doors, you see Loki's struggles with his inner demons and childhood trauma. Over time, he has become transparent with you about his hardships. The truth is - he needs you. Like a safety blanket, you are Loki's comfort, and your arms provide a space for him to relax, express his emotions, and ground himself. Often, he will be the one to initiate a snuggle, especially after a hard day. Looking up at you with distant eyes, you know exactly what your lover needs. Sitting up against your pillow, in the darkness of your bedroom you feel Loki crawl into your lap, resting his head against your stomach. His hands wrapped around your waist, you gently rub his shoulders and back, kissing his forehead, and running your fingers through his raven hair. "It's okay, I'm here."

Peter Parker:

Peter is a big bundle of kindness and praise. Cuddles with him are incredibly uplifting. He has no filter, and whilst this can be a teeny tiny issue in some situations, cuddles is definitely not one of them. He doesn't hesitate to tell you all of the reasons why he loves you, holding your waist tightly. He will never bury his head in your neck, but that's only because he loves to make eye contact with you while he showers you with his words of affection. Out of breath from his string of compliments, Peter places his forehead against yours, staring lovingly and deeply into each others eyes as your chests press together in a beautiful union, swaying to the beautiful silence of the room.

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[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

It’s The Avengers (04x09)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 4 Episode 09: On A Scale of Ten

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline   Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of the housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: in the wise words of the great Capt. Raymond Jacob Holt: PAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNN

Word Count: We on a holiday today because my muscle spasmed so hard from overworking and my blood pressure rose higher than it should. I deserved this break anyway. So, listen to TOO GOOD by TROY SIVAN before you dive into the Jotun arc. Also....I’m sorry...in advance.

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The camera in the kitchenette did not move. The camera behind the sofa was frozen in its place as well.  The former had Scott in its frame. The Ant-Man had the ice cream spoon in his mouth, his teeth gripping it hard for some emotional support. You and Loki looked at each other, fixed in time ever since you told him you 'like' liked him. Too much. The camera left Scott out of the frame and zoomed in on Loki as his brows shot up in the softest arch. His lungs took in a stretched inhale, while his ears seemed to turn a bit red. Your eyes looked eagerly for an answer, your head tilting a little forward. Loki covered his mouth with his hand, leaning a little forward. Your brows furrowed, slightly worried for him.  First, it was a snicker, making the camera pan in on Loki's figure while you halted your step. Then a giggle broke out from the God, slowly turning into a burst of wicked laughter.

Your entirety was paused in the waves of laughter coming out of Loki as your eyes tried to follow his head throwing itself back in some elation you did not catch up to. "What in the Nine Realms-" Loki's words came riding the roaring wave, and his face turned into a hue of blue- seemingly from the lack of oxygen reaching his lungs. You looked past him towards Javier's camera, which could see a hint of moisture building up in your eyes while your body tried to figure out the situation. Even Scott raised his head in concern to watch you both. Loki's laughter took one good moment to simmer down a bit. "I have never laughed so much in my life," Loki guffawed, wiping the tears off his cheeks, which were still strolling down from his eyes. He seemed to have caught that lost look on your face. "Oh...oh. Y/N, was this, not a joke? Were you expecting some sort of reciprocatory emotion from my end?" The spoon- wooden spoon- in Scott's hand broke into two. The God's laughter got diluted a bit. His face was still veiny blue. His eyes caught your fazed features again. "You are-" Loki pointed at you with both hands and shrugged- "you. A puny human. And I'm Loki! I'm an almost immortal. By the Norns! I would be at the ends of my wit to think about courting a human! Unless it’s for-“ he brought his hand to the side of his mouth, gesturing a dirty confession- “funsies, for the lack of a better word that Scott taught me.” Scott rolled his eyes and took in an offensive but muted gasp behind the furniture. You took in a breath to bring out some words. But the two times you tried to speak, it felt like your eyes might break the dam any minute. Clearing your throat, you unclenched your fists and questioned him, “So…back in college…um….and in space when that witch….and the pottery class when you…” Words were not able to come out any more. “Oh!” Loki threw his head slightly back in realisation and smiled, “That was just me being cordial, Y/N. Of all the people in this building, you are the most tolerable, darling!” Javier’s camera zoomed in on your face. Something was stuck in your throat before a scoff eventually escaped you. Your shaking fingers vigorously rubbed your forehead and a big toothy smile was stuck on your face. “Damn! I didn’t realise that.” “Don’t beat yourself up,” Loki waved away the air with his hand, “I have that effect on people.” Throwing finger guns at you he turned towards the elevator. “See you at dinner.” The elevator closed with a ding and silence returned to the lounge. Javier’s camera was stuck on your lost figure. The camera behind the sofa took Scott’s figure getting up but not speaking anything for a stretched moment. “Y/N?” He asked ever so softly. "Honey, are you okay?" You turned to find Scott holding the ice cream bucket in his hand, standing behind the sofa. You smiled. The camera could see that intentional stretching of your cheeks to close your eyes with that smile. Anyone could see. "Mm-hmm," you hummed, nodded and walked towards your room without another word. Once again, silence eroded the room

The Elevator The security camera recorded Loki getting in from the Lounge. There was no audio accompanying the visual of the God, his head falling as soon as the doors closed. The recording showed him leaning against the door with one hand while almost stopping the other from punching a hole through it- instead letting his fist rest on the reflective steel surface as veins visibly popped on the screen in the security room.

JOTUNHEIM- A FEW DAYS EARLIER The camera was lying on the ground at a bizarre angle, focusing on a pair of familiar silver bracelets that hit the ground in pieces. Someone picked the camera up from the ground, bringing into focus Javier's haunted face before turning towards the King's hall.  The hall was a bloodbath. Bodies lay on the floor of Jotuns who planned a coup against their King. Some heads were even severed to the point of no return. The sound of repeated punches being thrown somewhere in the hall seemed to be the only sign of life besides Javier. The camera turned towards the sound and carefully moved towards the familiar figure; Loki, standing over Helblindi, landing one last punch to his already disfigured face before bringing it closer to his. The camera panned in on Loki's Jotun form; bloodied face emanating a rage-filled gleam through those red eyes at the Jotun he held in a death grip. "Where. Is. She?" Loki hissed through his teeth. Helblindi winced in the God's grip before a broken-toothed smile erupted on his face. "She is dead, Your Highness," he cackled through the blood in his throat. Loki's rage suddenly went silent. Whispering a three-syllable spell, he let go of Helblindi's throat, picked the nearest sword and walked towards one of the side walls of the hall. "Come on," he muttered to Javier behind the camera. A strain of winces erupted from the Jotun before turning into pain-ridden screams. The camera was already pulling away from Helblindi's body, turning to follow the God's figure as a compartment in the wall opened up for him.

The screams diluted when the camera went through a small corridor on entering that wall compartment. The concrete corridor was lit by small fire torches every few minutes leading through a labyrinth of such paths before one such passage was being slowly filled with snow that came along with the freezing wind blowing from somewhere outside. The passage ultimately led to an opening; that opening leading to the mouth of a cave about three times the size of the Avenger's facility. The first thing that the camera noticed as it came to stand next to Loki was the two huge skeletons lying in a prison-like cage on their left. From the lack of any other remnants on them, they seemed to have been the guest of that prison cell for a really long time. A resonating growl caught the attention of both Loki and the camera. The God ran towards the edge of the cave, which was the end of the cliff wherein this prison was made. The camera panned in to focus on a furry creature with four legs that looked like a sabre-tooth tiger except it was twice the build and had no eyes. The menacing creature ripped apart one of the Jotuns, Kruge, with a guttering growl and threw it down the cliff into the never-ending dark valley below. Panting with a shade of anger, the creature sniffed and looked around for any other threat before turning in Loki's direction and howling at him. The creature then ran into a prison cell, whose bars had seemingly been bent and broken apart, before curling up in a corner. Loki entered the cell. The camera followed. The creature howled again, crying, his body resting defensively on something beneath him. "Lulu," Loki declared, and the creature purred before shifting into the Lulu everyone originally knew. The camera panned in to take in the figure initially hiding under Lulu's monstrous form. It was you, lying unconscious with little chunks of snow frozen on your fingertips, your brows and your hair. Your lips and limbs were turning blue. Your face had bruises over them. Your lip had a cut with your blood frozen in it. "Y/N," Loki dropped his weapons, his hands letting loose and his feet voluntarily covering the distance between him and you in one stride. Before Javier could position the camera, Loki was already on his knees, picking your limp and cold body in his arms. The camera was picking on a hue of an emotion not seen on Loki's features ever before. Fear. His long blue fingers caressed your cheek. "Y/N?" he asked gently, "Hey, Y/N?" His fingers went down your face to your neck, pressing on it gently, looking for a pulse. The colour of fear seemed to grow on his face. The little cameras resting over the prison bars took in the look of concern on Javi's face as he set his camera down on the snow-covered floor. The boy was holding onto Lulu for his dear life, not wanting to hear what his eyes feared. Loki bent down his head to let his ear on your chest, waiting to hear a heartbeat. The usually composed God was slowly taking in shallow breaths, repeating the action of feeling a pulse on your neck, your wrist or your chest. "Y/N?!" his voice broke between the hasty breaths despite his trying to keep as much gravity in his throat as possible. The fear-ridden shallow breaths ultimately were turning into full-blown panic, and those usually intimidating red eyes were now filled with tears. "Y/N, wake up!" he tried to shake you by the shoulders, occasionally cupping his steaming hands to your cheeks. Your hand resting on your stomach eventually fell on the ground under its own weight, adding a digit to the possibility that Loki was clearly not ready to hear. He cupped your cheek, trying his best to hold the sounds originating in his throat. He let his forehead touch yours, exchanging some golden light for a moment before wincing in pain. "No!" a guttural murmur left him, his head swaying in negation. The grunts in his throat were spilling out as if the pain he was feeling was unbearable. The tears just did not stop coming out. A scream followed. His head fell back. His lungs were at the edge of bursting. His cry emanated a green forcefield, destroying everything within a radius of two kilometres. The only ones left standing were Javi and Lulu. Your figure showed no signs of movement. Your being had no clue as to the destruction happening within inches of you; no clue that you would be the reason for the fall of King's throne in the next four minutes; no clue as to how tightly the God held you to his chest still never even having the thought of letting you go. The cave started to rumble. Javi looked around him, his eyes still wet, and inched closer to a lost Loki to get his attention even for a second. "We need to find a way out," Javi signed to a teary Loki whose mouth was suddenly dripping blood. The defeated eyes looked around him- though his arms never moved you away from his chest- and his brows furrowed lightly for a moment. "Come closer," he whispered to Javi and Lulu, and before they could make sense of the question, the camera caught a whirlpool of gold and green, blinding it for three seconds before returning to normal. The scenery had changed. What was once a prison in a cave was now an endless strange-looking forest. Trees with trunks which could house an entire Avengers Facility in them grew up to infinite lengths and yet still received ample sunlight from above. All the trees had buildings built inside them that the lens could see. A few curious eyes came out from the said buildings, others from inside the foot of the trunk. Most of them wore a pale white fabric, rather loosely, and somehow looked familiar to humans save for the green skin. One of the little humans stepped out of the trunk to walk closer to the clearing where you had landed in. In that clearing, Loki was on his knees, bloodied and battered in ways that were not visible on his body. "Se'tiri!" he shouted with whatever force was left in his lungs. His voice echoed through the forest, making that little girl run back to the steps of the trunk. All the curious eyes looked up at that one prominent structure etched quite high in the tree. From it, came a figure landing down effortlessly in front of the God. It was an eight-foot-tall green-skinned creature resembling the features of a human woman. In her right hand was a staff made of wood housing a blue flame which was protected by the wood's branches from every direction. "Se'tiri is not home," the woman spoke with weight in her voice and the touch of a Wakandan accent. Somehow it sounded exactly how nature would sound if it had a voice. "State your business to me, Trickster." Loki loosened his hold on your body to let the woman see your face. "Se'Tara, please. Save her." Se'Tara stomped her stick hard on the forest ground, sending a whirl of dust, wind and a force that easily blew away everyone but Loki and you. "Do not come into my home like we are old friends and then ask me to tend to one of your pets, Trickster!" "She is not-" "My people live in peace here and I shall make sure of it that you do not become a reason for a disturbance." "Se'Tara listen to me-" "Se'Tiri has been grateful to you for saving our lives but I will not tend to trouble that has your face on it-" "Se'TARA SHE IS DYING!!!!" The dam inside Loki broke again, taking the woman by surprise. "Tend to her before she is lost, Se'Tara. She is not a part of the feud between me and you. Please, I will do anything you say. Anything! just save her. Please." Loki carefully kept you down on the ground and let his head drop in front of the Chief. Se'Tara took a step back, not ready to see the sight of the God bowing down. Javi and Lulu too got on their knees and let their heads fall. She took in the site of the three different beings on their knees in front of her begging for the life of a frail creature lying in front of her. And finally, she looked at the frail creature. "Her life force is leaving her," Se'Tara claimed calmly, never easing her defensive posture. "She would require another life force so I can bring her own back-" "Take mine," Loki announced without skipping a beat, his head rising from the ground to let the Chief see those defeated eyes light up behind the tears. "Take mine. Drain it if you have to. Just save her. I beg you." Se'Tara was having a hard time believing the God. But those eyes. The Jotun eyes carrying a mountain of pain in them were what led her to let her guard down. "What is she to you, Loki?" "Everything, Se'Tara. She willed me to live and I would rather explode into atoms than let her die before me. She is the only force in this universe willing me to live, Se'Tara," Loki cried in a whisper before coughing up blood. "Ere'targgar!" Se'Tara shouted into the woods, making a dozen soldiers like her jump down from the trees. "Get her to the healing room," the Chief announced, "and take a hundred years of his life for her healing." Before the soldier came down to her knees in front of the God, Loki was already tearing away his sleeve to let her cut his life vein and trap the golden hues in a bottle. The soldiers moved in perfect sync while Loki watched them take your body to the tree platform above till he could no longer see your figure. .

Hours went by. A Day was Gone. So was another. Citizens of the tribe came by to offer the unexpected guests some food and water. Lulu and Javi ate enough to sustain themselves but Loki did not. He just sat there for the past two days like a statue, waiting for some news on you.  At night Javi and Lulu slept cuddled to each other under the borrowed blanket while Loki still sat in the same spot. On the third morning, some kids played with Javi's devices and Lulu when Se'Tara came down to Loki with some news. "She lives, Silvertongue. Her life is no longer in danger." Loki blinked. For the first time in three days, the God blinked, feeling a smile erupt on his chapped lips. A sigh left his lungs and the God's body went limp, hitting the ground within seconds. Se'Tara tilted her head at the fallen figure. "I didn't even take that much of your life force, dramatic God." .

PRESENT Se'Tara told her soldiers to tend to the God and the lens panned out to reveal the holographic screen where the footage ran. Three empty cans of beer rested on the table. As Loki entered the room, the fourth one was crushed in Natasha's hand as she looked through the screen at the God with eyes red from tears. It did not take much for him to figure out what had just happened. "You found it," he announced, his voice not much above a whisper. Natasha gulped the remaining beer in her mouth before pointing to the live footage of the lounge. "Why'd you do that?" Loki sighed and leaned on the door, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead. "You know why I did that." Natasha threw the crushed can at him, missing him as he instinctively tilted his head away. "Sorry," he muttered, "hit me again. I won't move this time." Natasha growled, picking up her favourite axe from behind the monitors and smashing one of the screens before walking out of the room.

The Dorms The camera followed Tony through the hallway as he stopped in front of your room and knocked. "Hey, pumpkin," Tony announced, sharing a look with the camera, "I got some seasonal fruits that you like." The camera showed the basket in Tony's hand and waited for a few seconds. "Come in, Mr Stark," your voice announced, letting Tony open the door and find you sitting in the dark with just your study lamp on, packing an overnight bag. "Going somewhere?" Tony let his curiosity get the best of him.  "You know Yusuf? His sister's coming over from India and he asked me to come on a weekend trip to the 'burbs with them." You kept packing the stuff laying on your bed into the bag, never looking at Tony. Tony seemed to be aware of that for he exchanged a knowing look with the camera. "The 'burbs! You are really catching up fast on the local language." You chuckled. "Everything okay, honey?" Tony was soft with his tone. "Mm-hmm," you continued with the clothes while you nodded. He took your hand into his and rubbed your knuckles gently. "Are you sure you're okay?" You finally looked up at Tony and the chains inside you broke apart, bringing mist to your eyes faster than the speed of sound. "Can I tell you something?" your voice came out broken, making Tony exchange a worried look with the camera before sitting up straight. "Yes?" "Promise me you won't get mad." "Never," he put his other hand on top of yours. You looked into Tony's eyes and took in a lungful of air. "I liked someone and I confessed my feelings today...to them." Tony nodded, furrowing his brows. "But they don't like me back." Silence. Tony opened his mouth to say something but you cut him before he could start. "And that's alright! It's their choice and I cannot make them like me. I understand that." Tony nodded again. "But-" you looked at Tony, your eyes welling up- "it hurts. It's hurting me a lot, Dad, and it feels like something is crushing my chest." Your tears came out, your voice breaking down into an ugly cry and Tony's eyes went wide with a concern he did not know he carried. "I don't know how to stop it from hurting my heart. Even though I know it in my head, the pain just won't stop!" Without a word, Tony embraced you in a hug, telling you to let it all out. He simply patted you on your back gently, while the camera panned it on his own eyes getting a little misty. "Do you mind..." Tony did not have to say further. The camera walked out of the room, recording the father-daughter duo before closing the door on them.

Facility Rooftop Loki sat on the edge of the roof, his phone dialling someone on speaker. The camera approached him slowly from behind. The God constantly was looking at the horizon in front of him where the smoggy city lay. "Hello?" Peter's voice crackled on the speaker. "Hey, Mr Loki. What's up? Oh! Is Y/N okay? No more episodes today, I hope. Because you told me Miss Se'Tara had said she will only feel the after-effects of the healing for three weeks." Loki's back did not move. He still looked at something beyond, towards the horizon. "Hello? Mr Loki, sir?"

"Peter," the God finally spoke, "it's a ten." Silence. "Take me away from here, Peter," the God's voice was at the brink of overflowing. "Okay," Peter responded with a hint of worry, "I'm sending you the coordinates of the place where you can vent out whatever it is you are feeling." Loki looked at the text that has just popped up on the screen. Within seconds he was gone in the flames of green and gold, leaving his phone here on the rooftop. "And if you need me to acco-aaah! Oh! We are already in the desert." Peter announced over the line before ending the call.

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That Stupid Red String Part 3 | Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: You used to believe that you would never find your soulmate, but you did, and you couldn't be happier. Natasha Romanoff makes you the happiest person in the universe, and you just can't seem to comprehend how you had gotten so lucky.

AKA you and Natasha being the cutest soulmates ever for an entire fic.

Word Count: 6.6k

Content Warnings: soulmate au, gn!reader, so so so so much fluff it's disgusting, very brief mention of the red room/nat's past, brief mention of anxiety, definitely not canon compliant

A/N: you asked for it, i delivered. i am very sorry this took so long but either way i hope you enjoy this absolutely tooth-rotting, sickeningly sweet, bundle of fluff fic. i can't do summaries for the life of me tbh but this is literally all fun and fluff. also if you're reading my ongoing series 'our tainted love', consider this my apology in advance for putting you all through a lot of angst in that series. comments and reblogs mean a lot to me so please tell me if you've enjoyed this!

The morning after confessing your love for Natasha Romanoff, you had woken up beside her, her limbs tangled with yours. Now, you'd been waking up like that for the past six months, and it still didn't feel real to you. Everything about it was so surreal. From actually finding your soulmate, to your soulmate being Natasha Romanoff and her miraculously reciprocating your feelings? You still couldn't comprehend how this was now your life. For the first two months of your relationship, you had asked Kya to pinch you multiple times because you truly don't know how you got so lucky.

It wasn't even the fact that Black Widow was your soulmate, you didn't care about that. You didn't care about her fancy title or her fancy job, all you cared about was the real Natasha. All you wanted to know was the real her, not the facade she put on for the public. You wanted to know the Natasha she was around the people she loved and trusted, the Natasha who didn't put on a mask, the Natasha who wasn't afraid to show her emotions. It had took her a while to truly open up to you, but you didn't mind. You were patient with her and always would be. Even now, six months into your relationship, you didn't know every side of Natasha. There were still parts of herself that she kept hidden from you, but you weren't worried about that. She'd show you every side of her when she was ready and you would wait years until that time if you had to.

"What are you thinking about?" Natasha whispered into your ear, her arm wrapped around your shoulder as you two sat together on the couch in the Avenger's Tower. It was a Friday, which meant it was the Avengers weekly movie night. Initially you had felt wrong about attending because all you really were was a doctor in the MedBay, not an Avenger, but you just couldn't resist Natasha as she pouted and pleaded with you to attend it all those months ago. Now you attended it every week.

"Just thinking about the fact that I had to have saved an entire world or something in my past life to get this lucky," you whispered back, smirking as you noticed the blush making it's way onto the redhead's face.

As you placed a quick kiss on her cheek you heard Tony dramatically gag, "That's disgusting. Get a room you two,"

Natasha rolled her eyes as she flipped Tony the bird, "You don't see us complaining when you're being all lovey-dovey with Pepper."

The man merely rolled his eyes, brushing Natasha off with a wave of his hand as he turned his attention back to the movie playing on the TV, some horror movie that Sam had suggested (you're not sure why he had suggested it though, considering a glance at the man showed him with his head buried into a pillow and his eyes squeezed tightly shut).

Natasha's head moved to lay on your shoulder as you turned your attention back to the movie.

An hour later and the credits started rolling. Sam visibly deflated, putting the cushion back in it's place as he stretched. "Well, that was a wonderful movie, wasn't it?"

Bucky raised an eyebrow at him, "You've had your head buried in the pillow for the entire movie."

There was a collective chuckle from everyone as Sam rolled his eyes, "Whatever. You're all lame. I'm heading to bed."

"Wanna head to bed too?" You asked Natasha, silence being your only answer. You look down at her confused until you noticed her eyes were closed and her chest was rising and falling slowly. A smile made its way onto your face at the sight of her peacefully sleeping. You softly kissed her forehead, being careful not to wake her.

Tony walked past, and you were half expecting a snarky remark from him, but instead he said something that surprised you a lot, "You know, I don't think I've ever saw Natasha as happy as she's been since she's met you. You make her really happy, Y/N," he walked away before you could reply, leaving you there to process the bombshell he had just dropped.

A warm, fuzzy feeling runs through you, settling deep into your bones and every crevice of your body, your heart full of love and adoration for the redhead currently asleep on you. Deciding that you should both head to bed now, you very carefully untangle yourself from Natasha, standing up and stretching your arms before you place one arm under her knees and the other around her waist. You lift her up very carefully, hoping you don't wake her since she looks so peaceful sleeping and you don't want to disturb her. She stirs but fortunately, doesn't wake.

You successfully make it back to your shared room (it used to be Natasha's but when you two had finally started dating, she insisted you move in with her so you had moved all your things into her room and you now permanently reside in the tower) without waking up Natasha. You don't know how she hasn't woken up yet, since she's always so aware of her surroundings and the littlest noise could wake her up, but you're grateful either way.

Pulling the covers back, you gently set her down onto the bed before pulling the covers back over her. Kissing her forehead you mutter, "'Night, Natty," before moving to your side of the bed and lying down, quickly falling asleep.

"Be careful, okay?" You wrap your arms around Natasha's waist, placing your chin on her shoulder. She had to go on a mission with the team, which was no surprise considering it was her job, but it still left you with a pit of worry in your stomach every time she had to leave.

She turns around in your arms, forcing you to move your head. She wraps her arms around your neck and places a quick kiss on your lips, "I'm always careful,"

You raise an eyebrow, "Need me to remind you of how I found out you were my soulmate?" There was a hint of amusement in your voice as Natasha scoffs playfully.

"That was one time."

"Mhm, okay, and how about the other countless times? I felt every single one."

It used to be a touchy subject every time you brought it up and you knew Natasha still felt guilty about the years of pain you had to endure because of her, but you reminded her every single time that it wasn't her fault. She had started to believe that, just a bit. When she had eventually trusted you enough to tell you tiny snippets of her childhood, you had felt so many different emotions. Sadness for the pain she had endured and the childhood she had never got to experience, an overwhelming sense of protectiveness for her and also so, so much anger directed towards Dreykov. Natasha telling you that she had killed him herself brought comfort to you though. At least she had gotten revenge in the end.

Natasha broke you out of your train of thought by leaning her forehead against yours, "I'm sorry," she whispered gently, her breath fanning your face.

You roll your eyes but there's no hostility in the gesture, "I've told you countless times that it was fine. It wasn't your fault, angel. It's okay,"

She blushes at the pet name you've started calling her. You two lapse into silence for a couple of minutes, content in basking in each other's warmth. Natasha breaks the silence after a while, "You know I really gotta get going,"

"Do you though?"

She huffs out a laugh, "Unfortunately yes. I'll be back before you know it, promise,"

You admit defeat by nodding, "I guess I need to go down to the MedBay and get ready for your return then. And you better not be one of the people I need to patch up,"

Natasha rolls her eyes but there's still a soft smile on her face as she moves away from you. You grab her wrist and pull her back to kiss her once more.

She kisses you back quickly before laughing and moving away, "I really need to go, detka. Stop being so cute."

You huff, crossing your arms and pouting, "Fine. Go. Save the world or whatever. I'll be waiting to shower you with kisses when you come back."

Her laughter echoes off the walls of your shared room before she finally walks out to head to the Quinjet before Steve hunts her down and yells at her. You know you should be heading to the MedBay to make sure everything is ready in case any of the team gets injured on the mission, but you're rooted to the spot as you stare at the closed door that Natasha had just walked out of.

You are undoubtedly, hopelessly in love with Natasha Romanoff. You've known it for a while now. You're pretty sure you fell in love with her as soon as you set eyes on her, that fateful day at the Avenger's Event. When she had smirked at you, when she was so gentle and loving with Lillian, how could you not fall in love with her? Even if she wasn't your soulmate, you're 100% certain the outcome would've been the same.

You would've fallen in love with her either way, it was simply inevitable.

Thankfully, none of the team had returned from the mission severely injured. Sure, they were bruised and tired but that was nothing an icepack and some rest wouldn't fix. Honestly, you were always relieved when they came back mostly unharmed because having to see the team in pain or bleeding out was never an enjoyable experience, even if they were good sports and always tried to crack a joke as you stitched them up.

"Told you I'd be careful," Natasha smiled at you, currently lying on the bed wearing an old t-shirt of yours that she'd stolen at some point and a pair of shorts.

Taking your shirt off, you throw it at her (she lets it hit her square in the face even though she could've easily dodged it) before changing into some comfortable clothes and falling into bed beside her.

"I have a question," Natasha says.

"Shoot," you reply before grabbing her and pulling her on top of you.

A surprised giggle escapes her, her elbows resting on either side of your face as she leans above you. You lean up to kiss her as strands of auburn hair tickle your cheeks.

"Okay, I have to actually ask you something," Natasha pulls away reluctantly.

"Go ahead,"

"How would you feel about finally meeting my parents and sister?"

You splutter, shocked by how bluntly she had asked that sort of question. Meeting your soulmate's parents was a big thing. It was massive. Your soulmate is the person the universe has destined you to be with, who you're meant to be spending the rest of your life with. If your soulmate's parents don't like you well, then that's kind of awkward.

And to make the pressure worse, Natasha's family is far from normal. You haven't met Melina or Alexei yet, but Natasha has told you a few stories about them and you can't help but feel incredibly intimidated by them. Yelena you've only spoken to once, and it was through FaceTime. It was also accidental. You were unaware that Natasha was calling her and you had walked into the kitchen to grab a snack only to find the redhead on FaceTime with her sister. You'd tried to sneakily make your way back out, but somehow Yelena had heard you and had insisted she talk to you because she's 'heard so much about you'.

The blonde seemed nice from the five minute conversation you had with her, but you were also shitting yourself throughout the entirety of it because you really did not want to get on the bad side of a trained assassin and Yelena struck you as the very overprotective type. She'd said to you the clique, "If you hurt her, I'll kill you," line, but you had an inkling she wasn't joking about the killing part.

So, to put it in very simple terms: the thought of meeting Natasha's family in person was terrifying.

"Y/N?" Nat poked your cheek and you realized you'd been lost in thought, failing to answer her question.

You cleared your throat, "How do I feel about meeting a family of trained assassins who would literally hunt me down and kill me if I ever dared to hurt you? Hm, let me think,"

Natasha rolled her eyes, rolling off of you to lay beside you, "Oh come on, they love you,"

You turn on your side to face her, "They don't know me,"

"I've told them plenty of stories about you,"

The side of your mouth quirks up, "And were these all very flattering stories?"

A breathy laugh escapes her, "You're insufferable. But yes, they were," her gaze softens as she stares at you, "trust me, Y/N, they'll love you. Anyone would be insane not to love you," she reaches a hand out to cup your cheek and you lean into her touch.

"Okay," you agree finally, "I'll meet them. What's the worst that could happen?"

Your words cause a massive smile to take over Natasha's face, causing you to smile too. "Exactly," she moves closer to you and places a kiss on the tip of your nose, "thank you for agreeing," she whispers.

"Anything for you, my love."

You were going to throw up.

Staring in the mirror, looking at the outfit you had chosen to don for this occasion, you were fairly certain you were going to throw up. Meeting your girlfriend's parents was one thing, meeting your soulmate's parents was something else entirely and a hell of a lot more nerve-wracking. At least Kya had sent you a good luck message and she had reassured you that you'd be fine. You prayed she was right.

Natasha comes up behind you as you anxiously fiddle with your fingers. She wraps her arms around you, moving her hands down to grab ahold of yours to stop your fiddling.

"You look amazing," she murmurs into your ear, "don't worry."

"It's not the way I'm dressed that I'm worried about," you chuckle nervously.

She sighs before turning you around in her arms so you're facing her, "They'll love you, Y/N."

"I'm going to throw up."

"No you won't."

"No, I'm pretty sure I will."

Your stomach is really not on your side today, the constant somersaults it's doing really not helping the anxiety you're already feeling. Natasha holding you does help to ease your worries a tiny bit though.

She kisses you reassuringly, "You'll be fine, promise. But we really do need to get going or else we're going to be late."

You nod, "Yeah, I really don't wanna be late. That'd make me feel even more nervous."

Taking a deep breath, you try to calm yourself. It's not that big of a deal, you'll be fine. You've done more nerve-wracking things than a simple dinner with your soulmate's parents. It'll be fine.

On the drive to Melina and Alexei's house, you found yourself slowly growing less and less nervous. Especially with the reassuring presence of Natasha beside you. She'd told you while she was driving that even though Melina has a house in Russia, and they had bought the house that they spent 5 years in in Ohio, they had also insisted on buying a house in New York so 'they could be closer to their daughter to make sure she isn't getting into any trouble'. That had made you laugh, and you had laughed even harder when Natasha had sent an annoyed glance your way.

You finally arrived at their house, and you were eternally grateful that your stomach had miraculously stopped doing somersaults. Natasha reached over to give your hand a reassuring squeeze before you got out of the car and made your way to the front door.

The redhead's knock was instantly followed by a very enthusiastic barking on the other side. "That would be Fanny," Natasha chuckles.

"I'll get it, mama!" You hear the slightly muffled yet familiar voice call accompanied by some shuffling on the other side of the door, a "Get out of the way, Fanny," and seconds later the door swung open and you were greeted by Yelena, a massive smile on her face as she held onto Fanny's collar to prevent her from making a run for it.

"Come in, come in," She ushers you both in and closes the door behind you, letting go of Fanny's collar as the dog instantly makes her way over to you, jumping up on her hind legs and wagging her tail.

"Hi," you smile at the dog before petting it.

Yelena gives her sister a hug, "How have you been?"

Natasha returns the hug, "Same old, same old. Saving the world and all that."

You turn to Natasha as Fanny starts to sniff your shoes, "Why have I been categorized as 'same old'? I'm offended."

Before she can respond to your quip some more footsteps are heard down the hall, "Natasha! Come here, come here!" Melina walks down the corridor and engulfs her daughter in a massive hug.

Melina turns to you then and you smile nervously, "It's nice to meet you, Ms. Vostokoff,"

"Y/N!" The woman smiles at you brightly before engulfing you in a hug too, "It's so great to finally meet you. We've had our ears talked off about you by Natasha. And please, call me Melina."

You look at the redhead who blushes and turns away, suddenly finding Fanny very interesting.

"Is the famous Y/N finally here?" A booming voice calls from what you think is the kitchen, and seconds later a bulky man comes into view. "Aha! So it is!" He says once his eyes land on you.

"Dad-" Natasha starts, exasperated, but is cut off by Alexei, who shushes her and makes his way over to you. He wraps his arms around you, giving you a bear hug and you're pretty sure you just heard at least 2 ribs crack. He lets go of you and pats your back with so much force that you can't help but stumble forward.

"It's so great to finally be able to meet you! Natasha has said so-"

"Mama has already mentioned that," Natasha's face has turned as red as her hair and you can't help but snort even as she turns to you and gives you a death glare. You reach forward and squeeze her hand.

"Okay, let's all move to the kitchen instead of taking up room here," Melina ushers all five of you, including Fanny, into the kitchen, and the instant you walk into the place, the delicious aroma of food makes your mouth water and your stomach rumble.

"The food is nearly ready and the table's been set, so make yourself at home," Melina smiles warmly at you before heading over to the oven to most likely check on the food.

You, Natasha, Alexei and Yelena make your way over to the table to sit down, Fanny trailing behind you. The dog makes its way under the table, her fur tickling your legs as she walks past you.

"So," Alexei starts, his hands joined in front of him as he leans over the table to stare at you, "how have you been treating my daughter?"

"Um," you start, feeling very much like you're being interrogated right now, "your daughter is an amazing human being, and I've treated her as best as I possibly can. Truthfully, I'd give her the whole world if I could and I'm forever grateful that she's my soulmate. I truly don't know how I got so lucky, and I'll treat her like a queen until the day I die."

Alexei nods approvingly and Natasha squeezes your hand under the table. You spare her a glance to find the beginning of what you hope are happy tears in her eyes as she smiles at you.

"Gross," Yelena jokes before turning serious, "I like you, Y/N. I think I can trust you with my sestra, but do you remember what I told you on the FaceTime call?"

"If I hurt her, you'll kill me,"

She nods, "And I wasn't joking about the killing part."

"Yeah, I gathered that," you laugh as Yelena smiles innocently at you.

Melina joins the group a minute later with multiple dishes in her hands. She sets them down in the middle of the table before going back and returning with even more dishes, a bottle of vodka and some water for Natasha because obviously she couldn’t drink if she was driving. "Dig in, everyone, there's a lot to go around," she says, "I wasn't sure what you liked, Y/N. So we have a wide variety. There's some beef stroganoff, lasagne, mashed potatoes, veggies, sausages, chicken and mac and cheese with hot sauce, for Yelena."

Your mouth starts watering a concerning amount as she lists off all the options, and you're honestly shocked she went out of her way to make that much. "This is like a buffet," you laugh, "thank you. Wow." You're at a lost for words so all you can do is grab a bit of everything and dig in.

The conversation flows steadily around the table. Melina, Alexei and Yelena ask you questions about your life, your job, all the generic questions you'd usually ask your daughter's partner when you meet them for the first time. They also revealed some very funny childhood stories about Natasha (much to her chagrin), which made you laugh a lot and also feel grateful that you were able to get this insight into some part of your soulmate's childhood and her family.

Honestly, you have to appreciate how they all refer to each other as if they were an actual family. Even though none of them are actually related, you honestly wouldn't even notice if they didn't tell you. They act so much like a real family that it's adorable, and you're really happy for Natasha that she finally got this family back together.

You take a sip of your vodka and you can't help but scrunch up your face as it goes down, burning your throat. "So," you try to speak but are instead overcome by a coughing fit. God, how did these people drink vodka like it was water?

Natasha thumps you on the back and you give her a thumbs up in thanks, your eyes watering.

"I was starting to like Y/N, but now I might change my mind if they can't handle their vodka," Alexei says. You would probably worry if his tone wasn't so obviously meant to be teasing.

"It burns," you gasp out, making everyone at the table laugh, "how do you Russians handle it?"

"We came out of the womb drinking vodka," Yelena says.

"Anyway," you quickly change the subject once you've gotten your bearings back, eager to save yourself from any more embarrassment about not being able to handle your vodka, "how is it with your daughter as an Avenger?" You ask, "Like, I find myself worrying about her every time she goes on a mission even though I know she's amazing at her job and will be okay, but I still can't help but worry, so I can't imagine what that's like for you as her family."

"Oh yeah, I definitely get that. But Natasha knows that if she ever dies on the job I'd drag her back to life myself just so I could kill her again," Yelena says, Melina and Alexei nodding in agreement as Natasha shakes her head amusedly.

"Love you too, Lena,"

You let out a laugh as you lean back in your seat, content in just listening to the conversation between the four as you let your food settle. You really don't know why you were so worried, this night couldn't have gone any better. And you're fairly certain Melina and Alexei like you, at least you hoped they did and weren't just putting on an act. Yelena seemed to have taken a liking to you too, which you were glad about because you happened to have grown a liking to her too. Fanny also seemed to like you, the dog content in curling up at your feet for the entire meal.

All in all, you are infinitely glad that you've gotten their approval. You reach over to grab Natasha's hand under the table, interlocking your fingers together. She looks at you out of the corner of her eye, giving your hand a squeeze as she smiles gently at you.

You find yourself wondering again how you managed to get so lucky.

“See? Told you they’d love you,” Natasha says, sparing you a quick glance.

You two were on the drive back to the tower, warmth flooding through your veins both from the vodka and the knowledge that the night had went as best as you could’ve possibly hoped for. You had gotten a big hug from all three of them before you left, and they had each shared their phone numbers with you in case you ever wanted to talk (Alexei had even sent you a photo of little Nat with her adorable blue hair as soon as you had driven away which you were very grateful for). You were so thankful that they had accepted you into their family as quickly as they had.

“Mhm,” you agree, leaning your head against the window, “I don’t know what I was so worried about.”

Natasha hums in agreement before you two lapse into silence, the only sounds being the steady hum of the car and the faint noise of whatever radio channel Natasha had turned on.

Your breaths fog up the window as your eyelids start to droop, feeling utterly exhausted for some reason even though you didn’t really do anything that strenuous today. Unless you counted absolutely devouring Melina’s cooking, your stomach so full it almost feels like it’s about to burst.

“You know who Yelena reminds me of?” You ask even as your eyelids start to close of their own accord.

“Who?” Natasha spares you another quick glance, a gentle smile making its way onto her face when she notices your half asleep form. She taps the steering wheel with her fingers as she awaits your response, which takes a lot longer than is probably necessary since your brain is already halfway to unconsciousness.

When you finally do respond, your answer makes Natasha laugh, “Kya. I think they’d be really good friends.”

“A force to be reckoned with, more like,”

“Mhm,” is the only response your brain seems capable of making before you’ve fallen asleep and the only thing you remember hearing before sleep overtook you was Natasha saying goodnight.

Let’s just say you weren’t the least bit surprised when you had woken up the next morning in your own bed, Natasha sound asleep beside you (Tony had managed to sneak a photo of Natasha carrying you to your shared room, the redhead looking at you with a love shining in her eyes that was so raw and pure it had made Tony wonder whether he looked at Pepper that way. He was sure to stash the photo away for safekeeping until he could show you it, and also so he could use it as evidence against Natasha every time she claimed she was a ‘big bad assassin’, because even if she may be a very terrifying and intimidating individual, she is still also simultaneously an extremely whipped woman).

Your one year anniversary with Natasha came quicker than you had expected, and it was honestly quite shocking that all of this had happened in the span of a year. She had made your life so much better, you were so much more happier now and you hoped that you had also made her just a tiny bit happier too.

For some reason, the team plus Kya and Natasha's family had all decided to declare this day a massive holiday worth celebrating, which is why you were all currently sat in the living room of the tower, catching up and laughing over some drinks. They had also been showing photos they had took of you and Natasha (Tony had finally been able to show you the photo he snapped of Natasha carrying you, and honestly, the amount of love in her eyes had made yours fill with tears as you looked at it), sharing cute moments that they recalled seeing of you two and lightheartedly complaining that you two were so cute together it was literally sickening.

Of course, you and Natasha had also wanted to celebrate your one year anniversary with just the two of you, so you had went out to dinner earlier in the evening, but you weren't necessarily complaining that all of your friends (Kya still freaked out every time you casually mentioned one of the Avengers as your 'friend') had decided to get together to celebrate your relationship.

"It feels like it's been ages since we've hung out," Kya says as she sits down beside you, Natasha having left to stop Clint from showing Yelena embarrassing photos of her he had captured over the years.

You nod in agreement, "I know, but you've been so busy lately, and then I've been working in the MedBay and our schedules just don't align. How's Lillian?"

You and Kya tried to call each other at least once a week to catch up, but she had been overloaded with shifts at the hospital recently that there's hardly been any time to catch up, which honestly sucks because she's still your best friend and you don't know what you'd do without her. Technically, she is the reason that you had found out Natasha was your soulmate. If it wasn't for her obnoxious begging, you probably would've never applied for a job at the MedBay and would've lived the rest of your life not knowing who your soulmate was. It's weird how fate works, isn't it?

"She's doing great, still hasn't gotten used to the fact that Black Widow is basically only a phone call away yet, and she's still as obsessed with her as she ever was," Kya chuckles, causing you to laugh too, "but yeah, she's doing great."

You hum before taking a sip of your drink, content in just watching everyone talk and laugh together. Yelena runs past you, laughing like a maniac as she clutches a phone, which you have reason to believe is Clint's, in her hand. Your eyebrow raises in slight confusion which quickly dissipates as Natasha runs after her a split second later, looking equally embarrassed and annoyed.

Looking over at Clint, you give him a questioning look which he only answers with a shrug of his shoulders and a mischievous smile. You shake your head in amusement before Yelena comes running back over to you, "Y/N! Look at this hilarious photo of Nat!" She thrusts the phone in front of your face to show you a photo of a younger, clearly very drunk Natasha completely knocked out on the floor of the Barton's home. You burst out laughing seconds before Natasha comes running back over, making Yelena yelp and run away again.

Natasha stops temporarily in front of you, "What photo did she show you?" She asks, barely out of breath even though you're pretty sure she's been chasing Yelena all around the tower.

"Hm? A photo of what? She didn't show me a photo of anything," You look at her innocently, taking another sip of your drink. You're very aware she can see right through your act but it's still amusing as she glares at you before running after Yelena again.

Kya smiles at you, nudging you with her elbow, "I'm really happy for you. I'm glad you've found not only your soulmate, but also two amazing, albeit slightly unconventional, families. You definitely look a lot happier now too,"

Throwing your arm around your best friend's shoulders, you bring her in for a side hug, "Thank you. This literally wouldn't have happened without you though, you know that? So maybe you should just start calling yourself Cupid,"

She hums, "Maybe I should. I seem to be pretty amazing at it,"

The heartfelt moment with your best friend was quickly broken by Yelena's yell, "HELP! SOMEONE SAVE ME!"

Everyone turns their heads at the same time to see what exactly had made Yelena scream bloody murder, only to find her pinned on the ground by none other than Natasha. You all turn your heads back in unison, everyone starting to talk animatedly at each other and leaving Yelena to fend for herself (no one wise in the head would get in Natasha Romanoff's way), and you're pretty sure you vaguely hear her curse you all in Russian.

You may now be apart of two unusual families, but you find yourself knowing for certain that you wouldn't change it for the world.

"Nat?" You question confused, "Why'd you call me up here? Is everything okay?"

Earlier you had gotten a very urgent text message from Nat, demanding you meet her on the roof of the tower at 9pm, which is what you had done. Your mind had been going a mile a minute since you'd gotten the text, going through different what ifs and possibilities for why she had called you up here. Was she finally, after two years of your relationship, calling it off? Was the spark not there for her anymore? You don't know whether it's normal or not for soulmates to lose their love for each other, you assume it probably is normal, sometimes you just don't click with the other person even if they are your soulmate. You thought you and Natasha had fit together perfectly though, like you both had been missing a part of yourselves until you met each other. Maybe you were wrong though, maybe Natasha didn't feel the same way. Why would she wait so long to tell you though?

She turns around and smiles at you, but she looks nervous which makes your stomach sink with dread. Natasha Romanoff never looked nervous, never. You've never saw her nervous before. This was bad, it had to be.

"Nat?" You say again cautiously.

The redhead lets out a deep breath before ushering you over, "Come here,"

You walk closer to her and slowly reach out to take ahold of her hand, just in case maybe she really was breaking up with you. Thankfully she didn't flinch or move back and instead intertwined her hand with yours, "Are you okay?" You ask, "You seem nervous."

"I'm sorry," she says, "It's just, I- I really don't know how to do this, but it's," she takes another deep breath, "okay, okay, right, I'll just do it. It's fine. I've done things a lot more life threatening than this and I wasn't nervous about that," she seems to be talking more to herself than to you, and that makes you even more scared. Why was she so nervous? It was making you nervous.

"Just say it, whatever it is,"

She nods, "Okay, so I had a speech planned and everything, but I've completely forgotten it which is so weird and I don't know why this is making me so nervous. Seriously, this is how the Black Widow gets defeated? Why is this what makes me nervous? Sorry, I'm rambling," you can't help but chuckle at that, because even if she was making you very nervous right now, her rambling was undeniably adorable. It was a side to her that you never even knew existed, and you're pretty sure she didn't know it existed either until right now.

"Y/N Y/L/N," she starts again, sounding more confident now, "ever since you've came into my life I have been so much happier. It's funny, really, because I had went my entire life believing I just didn't have a soulmate. I didn't think I deserved one. Well, I believed I didn't deserve to be loved in general. You taught me that I was wrong, though. I don't know whether you meant to do it or not but, with every little sign of affection you showed me, you made me feel that maybe I was worthy of being loved and being in love," your breath hitches as you start to slowly figure out where this might be going, "everyone in the team is right when they say that I am completely whipped for you. I am literally hopelessly in love with you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I'm not lying when I say that. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I know we're kind of expected to do just that because we're soulmates, but even if you weren't my soulmate I would still want to spend the rest of my life with you,"

She gets down on one knee then, taking a small box out of her jean pocket and tears fill your eyes, quickly overflowing and sliding down your cheeks as you realize your assumption was correct. Your hands move up to cover your mouth in shock.

Natasha smiles sheepishly, looking a bit nervous again even though you're not sure why because you're obviously going to say yes, "Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?"

You nod frantically, not trusting yourself to speak without either your voice cracking or just incoherent sobs coming out of your mouth. You simply hold your hand out in front of her and she gets the message, sliding the ring onto your ring finger. Natasha stands up, smiling at you and you can't help but notice that she's also crying. She pulls you into a bone crushing hug full of complete love and adoration.

You pull back after a few minutes only to cup her cheeks and bring her in for a deep kiss. Of course you've kissed each other plenty of times, but this kiss is different somehow. It's earth-shattering, it's like fireworks going off, it's like drinking hot chocolate on a cold winters day, the warmth flowing through your body and making you feel happy and content. Time seems to stop, the only thing mattering right now is her lips on yours. It's fierce but soft, desperate but passionate and your knees almost give in with the force of it. Your hands tangle in her fiery locks as Natasha's hand snakes around your waist. When your lungs scream for air, you reluctantly pull away, resting your forehead against hers.

"I love you so, so, so, so, much," you whisper into the very little space between you both.

"I love you more," she replies.

"No, I love you more."

"I love you most."

"I love you mostest."

"That is not a word," Natasha chuckles.

"It is now," you smile from ear to ear before kissing the tip of her nose.

You two stand like that for a few minutes, content in just basking in each other's warmth and the knowledge that you're getting married now. Kya is going to freak, and also probably be very smug because this was her doing.

You're about to begin a whole new chapter of your life, and you couldn't be more excited for it. It doesn't scare you, because as long as you have Natasha by your side, you're certain you'll be able to get through anything.

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#1 - Iron Man - One-shot (Pipe Game Series)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: Your second -trimester pregnancy hormones were hitting you hard and you wanted needed Tony to wreck your guts ASAP. But after a long day of being cooped up in his lab, Tony only wants to get his.

Warning: Smut, sex while pregnant and a rude ass Tony, PREGNANCY KINK GO BRRRRRR!

A/N: My characters and reader inserts are always and forever black so leave if you don’t like it.

A/N EDIT: Y’all tumblr really got me during the ban and I seriously considered deleting this blog and moving to AO3 but y’all really loved this and since I’ve been seeing so much porn on my personal account lately I’m bout to start posting again. No porn gifs this time around just in case. This series is from 2018 and I’ve go to much in my drafts 😅 I made the banner below! Please enjoy!

Pipe Game: 2/10

Based on this post.

You were used to the long nights alone when it came to being with Tony Stark. He spent hours in his lab tinkering with his Iron Man suits or updating features for his A.I. replacement F.R.I.D.A.Y. while you went out with friends or to your OB/GYN appointments with your sister (since Tony always had some flimsy excuse as to why he couldn’t go).

This put a damper on not only your emotional relationship but the physical one as well. Which is the part you were desperately needing right about now. After passing the second-trimester mark in your very unplanned pregnancy, every little thing seemed to turn you on and you missed him.

Things had been strained after his public breakup with Pepper Potts and afterward, Tony buried himself with work to distract from all thoughts of his ex. At the time you barely knew him like that but you had been burned by more than one guy in your past relationships so you knew what he was going through.

You went to his place with some comfort food and his favorite whiskey and several glasses of warming alcohol and bellies full of food he leaned over and kissed you. To say you were shocked was an understatement. But you kissed him back and that led to rough sex on the couch. From then on, you and Tony had a ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement and it worked out well.

That is until you accidentally got pregnant.

Tony had never outright expressed interest in having children but you could see it in the way he looked at his surrogate son protégé, Peter. God, the look on his face when you told him you were pregnant.

You had never seen such fear, excitement and bewilderment in one expression much less on his face in all the years you had known him and you would bet Thor’s hammer he had even shed a tear.

The glow from your bedroom television pulled you from your thoughts and you ran a finger along the side of your swollen abdomen feeling your baby move a little.

You relaxed against the soft sheets and memory foam mattress beneath as you browsed Netflix settling on watching the first season of ‘Dear White People’ over again. You were ten minutes into the first episode when a sudden tingle of arousal made its way down your spine making your breath hitch in surprise.

It seemed that the further you got into your pregnancy, the hornier you became and usually when it happened, Tony was around to relieve you in some way.

It was frustrating not having him in the room but you needed to get off.

Now.

You muted the show and closed your eyes letting your nimble fingers slipped beneath your grey sweatpants, underneath the cotton panties resting there and the pads of your fingers danced across your already engorged clit. A light wave of pleasure ran through you causing your back to bend in a slight arch.

Fuck Tony.

You could get off without him. You didn’t need that neglectful asshole to do anything for you. If he wanted some pussy, he could get it from his robots.

The pleasuring sensation radiated from between your legs as you let your slim fingers circle your clit and trailed between the folds finding the slick opening and you groaned even louder this time. You closed your eyes then tilting your head back in unfocused desire. Fingers, ever so lightly, dipped into your soaked entrance. Once, then twice before sinking between your slick walls and curling to graze your g-spot at the top.

A small noise slipped between your lips and you mewled your desire which echoed off your bedroom walls. Fuck you were already so close and you had only just begun. You might be even more aroused than you first thought.

A few more precise thrusts and you were almost there…

“Holy shit Y/N.”

Your eyes snapped opened to find Tony leaning on the door frame, arms folded and a lustful gaze adorning his tired face.

“Didn’t I tell you never to touch yourself without me?”

A playful smirk crossed your face at his reference to your last sexual encounter. It was a few weeks ago but it involved bondage tape and a pint of vanilla ice cream…

“Well, you were in the lab all day and I have needs.” You cooed; fingers still toyed with your clit while maintaining eye contact with your lover.

“I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson on what happens when you don’t listen to daddy.”

He crossed the room in four long strides and got onto the bed where you lean up and met him in a harsh kiss. Under normal circumstances, you would have relished the opportunity to tease him sexually but you needed it hard and fast tonight.

“Fuck Tony I missed this.” You sighed into his mouth taking in the day-old stubble along his sharp jawline and the dark bags under his eyes and a jolt of sadness went through you at how hard Tony had been overworking himself. He gripped your hand that had been down your sweats pulling them from their place between your thighs and began to suck your essence off your fingers into his wet warm mouth. His tongue slipping between your digits making sure to catch every drop of your juices.

“I almost forgot how good you tasted baby.” He breathed.

Tony kissed you then allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue and lips, thumbs caressing your cheeks as your breath mingled. He slowly guided you onto your back and you undid the closure of his jeans slipping the same hand he had tasted beneath the waistband and palming him with precise strokes that only grew in pressure.

Tony grunted in excitement and started thrusting his hard shaft into your palm hissing when you swiped a thumb across the angry head. The digit gathered the precum from the tip and smoothed the substance back across the swollen head again.

You pulled away to strip off the rest of your restrictive clothes and Tony followed suit until you were both as naked as the day you were born. His mouth found your sensitive brown nipple and you gasped, the pleasure tearing through you.

“Let me make you feel good Y/N.”

You could only respond with a whimper when he squeezed your heavy mounds and started nipping at each nipple. You bit back a moan. Fuck, you were so sensitive now it was almost painful and you were almost thankful when Tony kissed his way up your chest, across the slender curve of your neck and back to your swollen lips.

“Baby, I need you.” You begged.

You jumped in surprise when the sudden feeling of his fingers slipping between your slick folds and invaded your warmth. The digits curling and scissoring against your pulsing walls. Crying out, your back arched as hips rocked in time with his pace in beautiful unison.

No words were exchanged as he spread your legs wider still very mindful of your pregnancy, watching you swallow his fingers and clench around them when he added a third, “You’re such a good girl Y/N. Taking my fingers so well.”

You were so close to release it almost hurt. “Fuck yes Tony, right there.”

His fingers stopped suddenly and a wicked smirk crossed his face. He gripped his length and began jerking himself to the obscene way you were spread out for him. Breathless and ready for the taking. Unable to wait any longer, he slowly slid his length into your warm tunnel and gripped your hips tight in an effort to stop himself from coming inside you.

“Your pussy is so hot,” He was lightly panting in an effort to stave off his impending orgasm as his eyes, wild with desire, took in your figure sprawled out beneath him. Tony could tell by the way you clenched around him that you were also struggling with your own early release.

The starting pace was slow for both your sake and it took your breath away. You couldn’t see much over your slightly swollen stomach but you could hear the obscene wet sound of your slick combating the harsh breathing and otherwise quiet of the bedroom. The pace was even until one sudden thrust hit the back of your core.

“Fuck Tony that hurt” you gasped and his thrusts stopped immediately.

“Are you alright Y/N? Did I hurt you or the baby?”

The concern in his eyes was admirable and you leaned up to kiss him gently trying to keep him focused on the task at hand.

“I’m just a bit tender babe, nothing to get worried about. Just get on your back so I can ride you.”

“If I knew you liked being a dom so much, I would have bought you a bullwhip and a matching ball gag for your birthday.” He flipped over excited and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively even as you straddled him and quickly slipped his cock back inside your wetness, whimpering when you felt him stretch you.

“We can even make one of the downstairs rooms into a dungeon and you can go all 50 Shades of Grey on my ass” he hissed as your pussy swallowed him greedy and your kegel muscles clenched around his dick.

“If you mention that god-awful movie again, I’m going to leave you here to get off by yourself.” You huffed even though you didn’t believe a word of what you said.

“Don’t be like that honey.”

“Just fuck me, Tony.” You sighed.

Your hips moved in a rocking motion and he jerked from between your thighs. Snapping your hips together in unison you controlled the speed and depth which helped keep pressure off the baby shifting around your abdomen.

Your cries echoed off the walls as he gripped your hips with both hands, sweat beginning to coat your bodies making your hips slap together. Tony lifted his head and glanced down at where you both connected.

“You look so good baby, so fucking delicious.”

His hips slammed forward causing you to cry out in both pain and pleasure and you set a deep rhythm making Tony’s dizzy. He let out a particularly strangled moan when hazy eyes connected with his and the intense eye contact enhanced the love making. The Hulk himself could have been raging through Stark Tower and neither of you would have stopped.

“Pregnancy looks so fucking beautiful on you.”

Your cheeks flushed at his words. Tony wasn’t usually this talkative in bed but there was something about this entire pregnancy situation that opened up a new side of him. A softer side, one rarely seen by the outside world much less his close friends.

You circled your hips on his hard length changing the pace to one agonizingly slow edging both Tony and yourself off of an impending orgasm to make the moment of ecstasy last longer.

Tony panted beneath you and pinched one of your sensitive nipples when he figured out what you were up too and you grinned. It wasn’t often that anyone had control over Tony and it was always a treat to see him so defeated and at someone else’s mercy. But there he was, hair disheveled, eyes shut and lips parted melting beneath you. You kissed your way down his neck and started sucking on the tender shell beneath his earlobe.

“You know if you didn’t have your bonnet on, I could pull your hair….”

You snorted and flicked one of his nipples in mock retaliation both for the words and the pinch he gave earlier. You already spent almost an hour detangling, moisturizing and putting rollers in to let Tony fuck it up with this foolishness.

“Shut the fuck up Tony.”

Eyes shut and head tilted towards the ceiling, you could only focus on the pleasure you were getting and the soft glow from his arch reactor illuminated your silhouette perfectly.

His dick reached the farthest parts of your sensitive womb making you squeal. You were so close to release you could almost taste it.

“Tony…please I- I can’t” You were mumbling incoherently.

You just needed a few more thrusts-

Suddenly Tony stilled beneath you groaning his own release into your pussy and flopped on to his back in deep exhaustion.

“What the actual fuck.” Disbelief colored your voice as you felt him begin to soften inside you.

He lay gasping for air a content and sleepy look on his face.

“You know what the word daddy does to me Y/N. By the way, have I ever told you how much I love you?”

You slipped off of him and smacked his arm hard. “I can’t believe you just came before me you asshole!”

“Mr. Stark,” F.R.I.D.A.Y interrupted, “you are needed downstairs immediately Dum-E has set one of your experiments on fire”. The A. I’s voice cut through the room and Tony gave you a sheepish grin. Wiping your fluids from his well-worn dick with your discarded shirt, Tony pulled on his boxers and pressed a quick kiss to your damp forehead.

“There’s a playlist of porn by the TV and I moved the vibrators under the bed.” He jested only ducking out when you chucked a pillow in his direction.

“Sonofabitch…” you mutter the silence of the room weighing on you.

Sighing you grabbed the remote from the nearby nightstand and changed the input on the still muted TV ignoring the ‘are you still watching’ notice from Netflix.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y?”

“Yes, Miss Y/N?

You spread your thighs and began to toy with your swollen clit ready to chase your orgasm once again.

“Turn on the security footage of Captain America in the training room…...”

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[srgntjamesbuckybarnes]

Buck & Doe (9)

Summary: Natasha attempts to take down Dreykov, who is mind controlling Black Widows. In her quest she recruits Y/N, a former Black Widow turned science experiment. Bucky and Natasha share a history in the Red Room but his life might be intertwined with more than one Widow. The closer they get to taking down Dreykov, the more secrets come to light.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Not Beta’d

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Chapter 9

Terminate.

The word glared up at Rebecca. An invisible hand reached the middle of her back turning a metal dial as if she were a wind-up toy. Rooted in her place, Rebecca’s mouth became dry the more she read the manilla medical folder. Two very different yet similar faces staring back at her from each side. The left image of a smiling young Jane was pristine. On the other side, the image of a very tired adult Jane bled through the fresh red ink covering her face.

In that moment, the dial clicked, no longer able to be wound, releasing Rebecca. She tripped over her own feet sprinting down the hall but refused to let herself be slowed down. She gave this company everything to help create the next generation of superheroes, in that time Rebecca wasn’t sure when she had gotten so old. The white picket fence life was something everyone had wanted: Jane included. She would never have it now.

BANG!

“Doctor Barnes?” Y/N mumbled. Her head strained to see the door.

“Jane.” Rebecca huffed, turning the lock on the door.

Y/N slammed her head on the metal table beneath her. Her limbs gave out due to the combination of the belts keeping her strapped to the table and all of the drugs pumping through her system. Y/N’s eyes burned feeling the clinical light seep through her eyelids. At the first sign of relief Y/N’s eyes snapped open. The light behind Rebecca’s wrinkled face appeared as a halo.

“Wow.” Y/N whispered a dopey grin on her face. “You got old.”

Rebecca snorted. “So did you.”

Rebecca couldn’t let them get rid of Jane. She already lost Steve, Bucky, her parents. She hadn’t had contact with her sisters in years. In a way, Jane was her family: her sister. She couldn’t lose another person, she wouldn’t.

“Listen, Jane. Your body is having a negative reaction to the serum. The serum is attacking your stem cells but I can save you. I can save us.” She whispered the last part.

“Hmmm.” Y/N closed her eyes again letting Rebecca’s words sink in. “M’kay but you have to tell me a story.” She opened one eye to make sure the doctor was listening, raising an eyebrow in the process. “One about the boy and deer.”

Being called to one of the many meeting rooms in the Tower at this hour could only mean one thing, Clint and Natasha returned. Y/N’s emotions teetered between eagerness and panic. While she felt safe living with the Avengers, she hadn’t anticipated drowning in testosterone. It was a big adjustment after her time in the Red Room. Y/N couldn’t wait to see Natasha and find out what the plan was. She would be one step closer to being free.

On the other hand, she would be one step closer to facing Dreykov, a fight she was desperately hoping she could avoid. One wrong move and she would be back to where she started or worse. Upon entering the meeting room Y/N’s eyes landed on the neatly combed over blonde hair of none other than Steve Rogers. Cheeks flushed, Y/N had accepted that panic definitely won.

While the blonde super-soldier made no effort to turn around, his brunette friend sitting beside him had no problem turning around meeting her eyes. Suddenly feeling exposed, Y/N shifted into the child. If Steve was going to avoid their awkward moment, then she would too.

At some point Y/N had ended up on Bucky’s left. His metal arm made it safe from any skin-to-skin contact. At the head of the table, to her left was Tony. The child was excited to play and talk to everyone but Tony managed to quiet the child down with a few washable markers and papers. Truth be told, Tony was happy to keep his hands occupied, occasionally drawing with Y/N or playing tic-tac-toe while the rest of them talked. The distraction had grounded the man from having a panic attack while his friends discussed the group responsible for the death of his parents.

“Security has tripled at the entrance to the Red Room since our last visit.” Natasha stood at the other end of the table. Her palms supported her weight as she leaned against the table. “ Our best bet is to enter through the library. The Winter Soldier Program is below the library. There’s less security but if they are still experimenting with the program it could mean more soldiers. Less people, bigger threats.”

“They’re threatened from Natasha, Bucky, and Steve’s last visit. We have to act sooner than later. There’s no telling how long they will keep more people guarding the Red Room. We wait too long and they’ll shift their numbers around. It will be too unpredictable. We can’t lose our window.” Clint spoke up sprawled out in a chair to Natasha’s right.

Y/N let out a squeal, drawing a line to connect the three x’s Tony clearly let her get in a row. Everyone turned to Y/N searching for a threat. Tony lifted a finger to his lips shushing Y/N, his opposite hand high fiving the child beneath the table.

Steve cleared his throat. “So what’s the plan?”

“We know Dreykov is there on Wednesdays from his visits with Jane. From what I’ve gathered, he’s fond of the child. He’ll want to see her.” Natasha nodded in the child’s direction. “Someone will sneak in through the library. Jane will go with them. She knows where she meets with him and if they’re caught, it would be easy to pretend whoever is with her is returning her to Dreykov. If Jane and the person with her can’t take out Dreykov by themselves, the rest of us will be waiting for the guards to be alerted of their presence. When the guards abandon their post the security won't be as strong. The rest of us will be able to enter through the library and take them out.”

Silence followed as everyone processed the plan.

“I’ll go.” Bucky volunteered.

A look of horror washed over Steve’s face. “Buck-”

“I know the layout better than anyone here. I can get to Dreykov.” Bucky demanded.

“That’s great and all but then what? We still don’t know what Dreykov wants.” Tony piped up handing Y/N a red marker.

“The place is crawling with HYDRA agents. You’d be walking into the lion’s den. Someone will notice you.” Steve argued.

“I wasn’t exactly known in HYDRA for being noticed.” Bucky mumbled, not proud of the skills he had acquired as the Winter Soldier.

“You’re branded with the Soviet Union’s symbol on your arm.” Tony narrowed his eyes. “If anyone sees your arm, even if they don’t know who you are, they will know you’re property of HYDRA. You’ll be back in that chair.”

Bucky growled, clenching his fists.

“Tony’s right Buck. I just got you back. We can't risk you falling back into HYDRA’s hands. We need you safe.” Steve tried to reason.

In the flash of lightning Bucky’s fists slammed down on the table shocking everyone. “You think I don’t know that? That I want to go back?”

Bruce cleared his throat from Tony’s left. “Bucky, calm down. You’re scaring her.”

Ironic, the angriest man in the room was telling Bucky to calm down. Glancing down, Bucky was met with Y/N’s eyes wide as saucers. His face softened gently reaching out with his metal hand. “Sorry Jane.”

She hesitated for a moment clutching her red marker in one hand before her other hand wrapped around Bucky’s metal fingers.

“They’re hurtin’ people Steve.” Bucky whispered his eyes briefly meeting Tony’s. Bucky then turned his gaze onto Natasha. Her arms crossed, a stoic expression gracing her face but Bucky knew better. His eyes drifted towards Y/N. “Women and children.”

Sighing, Steve rested his hand on Bucky’s shoulder drawing his attention back to him. “I know Buck. I’m not saying you shouldn’t fight or that we won’t stop them. I just don’t want you going in alone.” Catching sight of the child on the other side of Bucky, Steve clasped his hands in front of him. “I’ll do it.”

Tony leaned forward this time. “Sorry Cap, you’re too obvious with that suit of yours. Besides, we all know you’re the last person that would be caught handing a child back to the bad guys. No one would believe it, you're the poster child for good.”

Clint huffed but before he could voice his opinion Natasha was agreeing with Tony.

“Jane.” Tony hissed. His poor attempt to scold the child. “Sorry Barnes.”

Bucky shifted to see what Tony was apologizing for, his metal hand lightly tugging the child that was still holding his hand. At first Bucky hadn’t noticed anything but following Y/N’s eyes he noticed the red star on his arm was gone. In its place was a big red heart. The silver bleeding through parts of the heart. Bucky raised an eyebrow at the child who squeezed his hand.

“Now you’ll be safe.”

Bucky swore his heart swelled. At a loss for words Bucky squeezed her hand back.

Y/N turned Bucky’s arms slightly so Steve could see it on the other side of Bucky. “So Key’s disguised from the bad guys.” 

“It should be Bucky.” Bruce grinned.

“He’s right.” Natasha agreed. “Bucky knows the layout best. He’s quiet, he can get to the room. He can pretend to be the Winter Soldier again. If he’s caught they will believe a HYDRA agent found him and ordered him to find Jane and deliver her to Dreykov.”

Clint cleared his throat, hesitant on the plan. “No one knows me. I could-”

“Meeting over.” Tony announced, quick to his feet. “Widow. Take the spiderling and get her some clothes.”

“Here’s some smaller clothes for the kid.” Natasha sent Jane a tight-lipped smile. “The clothes look good on you.”

Jane wrinkled her nose in the mirror. It wasn’t anything special, a simple long sleeve shirt and yoga pants, but it was different. Pants usually meant she was training in the Red Room or going somewhere she dreaded.

“Thanks Nat.” Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear Y/N slumped onto her bed. “I didn’t embarrass myself in the meeting did I?”

A smirk formed on the red heads lips as she sunk into the desk chair across from Y/N. “Not if you don’t count drawing hearts on Bucky as embarrassing.” A laugh escaping Natasha at the mortified look on Y/N's face. Suddenly Y/N was grateful for the extra layers. She wished she had been given a hat to cover her face as well. “Relax, he didn’t mind.”

“How would you know?” Y/N snapped, wanting so badly to wipe that smug smirk off of Natahsa’s face.

“Let’s just say I know Bucky.” Natasha offered, leaning back in the chair clapping her hands.

A gasp filled the silence between the two widows. “You and Bucky?”

“Just in the Red Room. We’re better off as friends.”

“Nat, I-I didn’t know.”

Natasha waved her hand in dismissal. “No one knows. It was a long time ago. We moved on. Just don’t tell the others.”

“Of course!”

A few moments passed in silence but Natasha’s body language spoke volumes. Y/N could tell there was something she wasn’t telling her. Natasha was more closed off as usual and if Y/N had to guess, knowing Natasha, it was to protect herself.

Natasha could feel Y/N sizing her up. Studying her every move. Maybe Natasha wanted her to know she had a secret or maybe it was just that Y/N was a Widow too. Clint’s voice rang out in her head: “You have to tell her.” Deciding to bite the bullet, Natasha leaned forward.

“Jane, I need to tell you something-”

KNOCK, KNOCK.

Y/N remained silent hoping Natasha would continue.

Natasha cleared her throat sending Y/N an apologetic smile. “Come in.”

“Hey Nat.” Steve called out from the doorway. “I’m not interrupting, am I?”

“No, I was just leaving.” Natasha spoke as if the past minute hadn’t happened. Y/N was frustrated watching Natasha disappear into the hallway without so much as a glance back in her direction. She didn’t know what Natasha was going to say but for now she made a mental note to put a pin in it. The click of the door shutting reimagined Y/N’s attention.

“New clothes.” Steve acknowledged with a head nod.

Pulling the sleeves down to the middle of her palms Y/N nodded. “Bruce and Tony thought it would be best if Bucky and I layered up.”

From the lack of reaction Y/N gathered that he already knew this information. Maybe he talked to Bruce and Tony or perhaps Bucky himself. They had been sitting next to each other before she walked into the meeting room.

“What can I do for ya?”

Steve bit his lip before clearing his throat. “I wanted to talk about what happened in the lab.”

Surely Steve wasn’t one to run away from his problems but she hadn’t been expecting this. Gesturing to the chair, Y/N attempted to figure out how this conversation would go. Did they need to address the elephant in the room? Would this make it more awkward?

Taking Natasha’s previous place the super-soldier ran a hand down his face.

“I don’t want things to be weird on the mission. I’m sorry about before. That was unprofessional of me.” Steve began. “I-I wasn’t-”

“Steve, there's nothing to be sorry about. It was an accident.”

Steve frowned.

“We were both caught off guard.”

Biting his lip again, Steve shook his head. “No. I should’ve known. I shouldn't have stood so close to Bucky.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You couldn’t possibly have known.”

Steve sent Y/N a sad smile. “Of course I didn’t know that would happen but I could have handled it better.”

“You could’ve handled me better and then we wouldn’t be in this situation.” Y/N joked.

Steve rolled his eyes.

“I just want my friend back.” Y/N reached out grabbing Steve’s hand. “Think you can handle that?”

Steve raised his eyebrows at the contact but squeezed her hand back. “Yeah, as long as you stop with the ‘handle it’ jokes.” Steve smiled.

Y/N grinned. “I think I can handle that.”

Steve groaned. She’d never let him live this down, but he was glad to have his friend back.

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[greenhappyseed]

BnHA Ch.362 - Review, parallels & comparisons: “You’ve got to lose to know how to win” edition

This chapter deals some serious emotional damage, not just because it’s a fan favorite character dying, but because it’s a death that lacks narrative context (for now). In a series that asks “what is a hero?” and whether sacrifice and legacy are worthwhile, this chapter is devoid of answers.

What we do know is that Katsuki made a conscious choice. This wasn’t like the war, where his body moved without thinking to protect his friend. It’s not a semi-automatic “I start running my mouth a bit when I fight, whoops.” Yes, Katsuki imitates Izuku here, but it’s incorrect to say Katsuki’s imitation of Izuku “got him killed.” Katsuki chose to go on an all-out attack “no matter what happens to me.” He knew he wasn’t making it out. Katsuki had a controlled “spirit” even if his body was pushed beyond its limits, or at least it seemed that way.

So here’s the key dilemma: Did Katsuki make the RIGHT choice?

Katsuki always chooses correctly when it comes to winning, right? So this was a choice that must be worth it, right???? That’s the answer we don’t have, and we won’t have for a while, depending on where Horikoshi decides to go.

Is this an “Aizawa fighting at USJ” moment where Aizawa knew he was outmatched but chose to jump in anyway because he had the best shot of anyone there to save the kids? He told the kids not to worry, no good hero is a one trick pony, but Shigaraki quickly figured out his limits and kicked his ass. Aizawa was never going to win, but his sacrifice bought time for All Might to arrive. To make another comparison, is this the Avengers Endgame moment where Dr. Strange holds up a single finger to Tony Stark to indicate THIS is the 1 in 14 million chance they can win? (Except in this MHA parallel, Dr. Strange is Katsuki's brain and Tony Stark is Katsuki’s body). In both situations, our beloved hero HAD to set their well being aside to win and save; there was simply no other way. But is that what Katsuki did here?

Or is this an All Might-style unnecessarily sacrificial moment, where Katsuki took on the world when he didn’t have to? Where his decision to be like Izuku went too far because this WASN’T the 1 in 14 million chance to win? Where maybe running and regrouping, instead of taking the fight to AFO!Shig’s face (the same mistake he made against All Might in the exams), would have kept him alive? It doesn’t seem like Katsuki landed any major damage on AFO!Shig, certainly not like how Mirio did in the last 2 chapters by triggering memories of Tenko’s friends.

The question of whether Katsuki made the right choice hangs heavy over everything now. For example, I don’t know how to interpret this panel yet:

On the one hand, there are so many heroes a split second behind Katsuki. He could have worked WITH them. Look at how damn hard they try to save, eyes and quirks locked on Katsuki. On the other hand, the remaining heroes clearly can’t keep up with Katsuki and AFO!Shig. They’re tragically not in the same league, and perhaps Katsuki knew it. Perhaps Katsuki knew the path to a win required a sacrifice and some OFA magic. We don’t know what it means that he’s seeing Aura Might. Maybe there was a switch, and Katsuki’s vestige is with Izuku in OFA and Aura Might is in Katsuki’s body, waiting to be taken into AFO. Perhaps Katsuki is connecting with his inner heroic fire as represented by Aura Might to be “freed from the shackles of humanity” to create a “transcendent being” on the hero side.

Perhaps this is the last temptation of Katsuki. He could choose to go plus ultra and attempt a win with the risk of destroying himself from the inside, or he could choose to pull back and not do his absolute best, risking the win and his teammates. The alternative — that Katsuki simply made the wrong choice and lost in a burst of meaningless bloodshed — feels painfully out of place. That can’t be it.

Katsuki made his choice for a reason we don’t know and won’t know for some time. We have to wait for any inkling of whether his sacrifice will stand as truly “heroic” and worthy of surpassing All Might. But ultimately I think it will. Even if his body is “dead,” we know Katsuki ain’t resting. His vestige is out there doing SOMETHING to secure a win using only Katsuki’s heroic spirit, without his physical body or his quirk getting in the way. There might be more to this transcendent thing than it seems.

I think, in true Buddhist fashion, Katsuki had to lose his attachment to his body and his quirk in order to fully overcome the “stuff he was going through” — meaning his inferiority/superiority complex stemming from the development of his “stupid awesome” quirk at age 4 and subsequent nonstop praise from every human in his orbit. Katsuki had to lose all of his physicality to realize (1) he only needed his “indomitable spirit” to triumph like All Might; and (2) all he really wants is to run alongside Izuku as worthy of All Might’s legacy (ironically, just as All Might wants to “crawl through mud” to “catch up” with them).

This chapter, it’s both Katsuki AND Tamaki who found themselves admitting how they were “crushed under the weight of wealth.”

#bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha 362 #mha 362 #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #all might #katsuki bakugo #gemg dynamight #bnha meta #mha meta #vestiges #ofa vestiges #second ofa user #2nd ofa user

[writerchickmarie]

John Lloyd Young At The Kravis Center - Publicly Phenomenal

The world is gonna hear that voice.

We all know that this is a Jersey Boys quote, said by Gyp DiCarlo about Frankie Valli. But now, more than ever, it pertains to the man who won the Tony for portraying him.

At the Kravis Center this weekend, John Lloyd Young told us from the stage that he has played Florida many times - but none of them were public performances. They were all in the form of the various galas, benefits, and other private events that he was asked to participate in...and we also know how generous JLY is with his time and talent, in supporting various causes.

Finally, for these two nights in West Palm Beach, JLY got a chance to perform for the public. And the public was completely blown away.

JLY's shows are part of a series called 54 Below At The Rinker. Through a special arrangement with 54 Below in NYC, the Kravis Center brings that special New York cabaret experience to the Rinker Playhouse at the Kravis Center For The Performing Arts. Well-known Broadway performers come to bring the music alive, for a taste of New York City in southern Florida.

He brought the high energy right from the beginning, taking the stage in signature shades with his commanding "Lightning Strikes", showcasing his incredible vocal range. Then he invited the audience to participate on a rousing "Oh What A Night".

JLY introduced the stellar Florida band - Jon Curtis Rose on piano/keyboard/music direction, Paul Shewchuk on bass, and Ludwig Afonso on drums. These musicians added to the energy and ambiance with their incredible skills, and some new arrangements that shone brightly throughout the evening.

JLY told stories of choosing some of the songs for his My Turn album, along with how he brought Little Anthony out at the gala in Jupiter- which was especially appreciated by this audience. He performed "My Prayer", "Hurt So Bad", and "In The Still Of The Night", all done to perfection.

The next section included a breathtaking "Only The Lonely", followed by Roy Orbison's unreleased "Say No More"...which I believe JLY should record and release, because his version is that amazing. After some Smokey Robinson and Cuba arts delegation stories (including some new ones), JLY blew the roof off the Playhouse with "Ooh Baby Baby", stunning the new people in the audience with his remarkable vocals.

He then made his way around the room for "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me", reaching as many audience members as possible among the tables in the front and the rows of seats behind - thrilling some familiar faces and quite a few new ones. After a rich, emotional "Unchained Melody", JLY and the band took a break while the audience had intermission.

During intermission, I got a chance to talk to the couple at my table, who were seeing JLY for the first time. They were already completely blown away, and couldn't wait for the second half of the show to start. They love the sense of community that the JLY Friends have as well (when they discovered how and why so many of us know each other), and said they can definitely see why we travel everywhere as much as possible to support him and to enjoy his incredible talent. They said they might even join us at some point!

After intermission came the Jersey Boys portion of the evening. JLY performed "Walk Like A Man", complete with the iconic stage moves...and then "Big Girls Don't Cry" with more audience participation and some additional stories about Cuba, followed by some stories from making the Jersey Boys movie - including some that we have not heard before. The wistful "My Eyes Adored You" drew sighs from all around the audience. Then "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" (done in the style of the Broadway show) gave everyone another thrill.

JLY took this opportunity to sing some of "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" in Italian, as he had done on the first Craftours excursion in Italy. He also did another song from that set - something he had always wanted to sing. The Italian version of "Are You Lonesome Tonight" truly took my breath away. He followed this with one of our favorites, "Usted"...it was so good to hear the Spanish ballad again, with JLY's rich vocals and pure emotional delivery. I could hear the approval from all of the new audience members around me as well.

Next up was JLY's astounding arrangement of "The Air That I Breathe" with his thoughtful, passionate vocals. This section of the show finished up with a playful "Show And Tell", another one of our favorites.

JLY came back for an encore, with one of my personal favorites, "Maybe I'm Amazed". Everyone agreed that he not only rocked the Kravis Center, but all of West Palm Beach as well. The finale was a special version of "Sherry", with JLY being backed by Six Seasons - a half dozen talented vocal students from right next door at the Dreyfoos School of the Arts. We were all on our feet as well, dancing along with JLY and these superstars in the making.

After both shows, so many people that had seen JLY for the first time could not stop talking about how phenomenal he is. And the couple at my table from the first night? They said it was hands-down the best concert they have ever attended. They loved his voice, his personality, and his stories. They already want him to come back to perform again...as do several of the other people I heard speaking. It looks like public performances in Florida should become a regular occurrence!

They are discovering what so many of us already know - that John Lloyd Young possesses talent and heart in spades, and shares all of it generously with each and every person in his audiences. The world is gonna hear that voice...and I am so glad that we get to be on the journey with him as he reaches new fans and new heights. So proud to support him, in every way...and to welcome more friends into the fold!

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[averagewriter-inthedark]

Infinity War I 🔥 | Dark Phoenix Series P.1

takes place during A:IW

Series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Dr. Evelyn Alice Stark (OC)/Host of the Phoenix Force, Wanda Maximoff/The Scarlet Witch (platonic), Steve Rogers/ Captain America (platonic) Doctor Stephen Strange (implied romance), Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier (implied romance), Tony Stark (platonic/Newphew), Howard Stark (Platonic/brother), a lot of the marvel characters will be involved in this series.

Content Warnings: profanity, near death experience, slight canon divergence, angst, violence. | Female OC (she/her) | word count: 5k roughly

Premise: Two years after the Avengers were drawn apart due to the events of the superhero Civil War, Dr. Evelyn ‘Eve’ Stark finds herself struggling with the amount of pressure the world has put on her. Though she has the help of her nephew, Tony, Eve still fears of potential future threats. And when a glowing orange ring appears in her bedroom with a strange man telling her to go with him, Eve realizes her fears are about to become reality.

Note: So the way I have these chapters set will make them very long heads up. Which is why they may take a few days—maybe even a week to come out. This chapter is basically the first half of Infinity War (Tony’s scenes) and then in part two it will be the second half. That’s where the Phoenix Force will come in for what I have planned because like in the comics, the host of the Phoenix Force absorbs it so that is what I have planned for Eve. Make sure to let me know if you wanna be tagged in the tag list for notifications on chapters. And hopefully I don’t get shadow banned anytime soon. The past three months I was and it was a pain.

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2018

“Did you know?” Three words. Three words was all it took to shatter one’s world. To snap the already thin tightrope. While the truth was already in the air, the confession was needed. Her hand was clutching the nape of his suit, fingers trembling as the numbness already began to fill her.

“I didn’t know it was him.” Her hand tightened at the lie.

“Look me in the eyes, Steve Rogers,” the crack in her tone could not be hidden. “After everything—everything I have done for you, you don’t get to bullshit me now. Did. You Know?”

Steve could no longer stray away from the truth. Staring into Evelyn Stark’s eyes, his best friend since 1942, he muttered the one word that would shred the final bit of trust she ever had in him. “Yes.”

The endless nightmare rolled on like it always did. The feeling of disbelief and betrayal, before fury as Eve hurdles her fist across Steves face while Tony preoccupies himself with Bucky. The 2v2 battle is brutal and bloody. Three super soldier—each equipped with their specialty: A vibranium shield, a steel metal arm, carbon fiber wings, and a man with a billion dollar suit.

“How could you!?” Eve’s voice carried through the facility, throwing everything she got at the man as he countered each attack. “After everything—a-after all we’ve been through—THAT I’VE DONE FOR YOU STEVE—-.”

“Eve please—.”

“I TRUSTED YOU!!!”

Emotion took over logic—no room for peace and surly no room for forgiveness.

Any excuse or explanation was out of the picture for Steve. Neither Tony nor Eve would hear it. To them, all they saw was a man who kept the truth of what happened to their family hidden for two years.

“He’s my friend.”

“So were we.”

The vision always ended the same. It flashed quickly giving no time to see what preceded or followed. First a bright light as Tony’s arc blasted Bucky’s arm off. Then Steve on top of Eve as he wrenched the wings from the pack. And finally Eve shooting a bullet into Steves side before he could bring the shield down once more on Tony.

Eve awoke with a choked gasp, moisture coating her forehead and immediately reached for the glass of water on her nightstand to quench the feeling of her dry throat. After taking a few sips, she let out a sigh while wiping away the sweat before placing the glass back on the stand.

Two years. Two years and the same nightmare took over Eve’s mind each time she slept. Then the days followed the same routine which involved barely eating while trying to keep the peace between the government and the world. Ross was like a flea, always checking in and making sure none of the remaining Avengers were stepping out of place.

Like they even would if they could. The threat of life in prison was enough for them to stay behind the line the U.N drew and not even think about crossing.

Although that didn’t stop Tony from mentoring the kid vigilante known as Spider-Man. And when Tony does something, usually Eve is there to clean up the mess if need be. But the scientist would be lying if she said she didn’t have a soft spot for the boy—despite the chaos he’s caused in New York the past year.

“Ms. Stark?” H.O.W.I.E, her A.I system’s voice rang out causing Eve to sit up straight with a ‘yes?’ “Tony is on the line asking for you. Shall I patch him through?”

Throwing the covers off, Eve picks up the earpiece on the nightstand as she makes her way to the closet. “Yeah put him through.” The moment the earpiece is inserted, Eve hears Tony’s voice through the com.

“Are you decent?” She makes a face although he can’t see her.

“I literally just woke up Tony, I’m still in my night clothes—what is it?”

“How fast can you get dressed?”

The woman scoffs, pulling down a random Henley shirt with pair of black jeans. “That depends. Are you going to tell me why the hell you need me to rush?” She could hear arguing in the background, voices she couldn’t recognize. “Who are you with?”

“Some wizards and Banner.” Her hands freeze while pulling the jeans up her legs.

“Come again? Did you just say ‘some wizards and Banner?’ Bruce Banner?”

“Yes the one and only,” Tony sighs in her ear. As Eve secures her belt before removing her nightshirt to put on her bra and Henley, she hears a voice on the other end say to Tony, ‘we don’t have any more time to wait.’ “Just one more minute—Eve I need you to double time before this wizard ends up making an unexpected visit.”

The clip of her bra snaps into place, “What the hell do you—.”

“That’s it, time’s up,” the other voice cuts in just as Eve begins to hear a strange noise coming from her bedroom. On the com she heard Tony shouting, “no-no-no, wait-wait!” Eve throws open the door, Henley in hand only to drop it as a gasp escapes when she spots a bright glowing orange ring in the middle of her bedroom. A man in a blue tunic and red cloak steps through, eyes going wide and spinning around with a ‘ah!’

“I told you she was getting dressed!” Tony yells causing Eve to spot him in the room behind the ring with his hand up to cover his eyes. That’s when she notices Bruce Banner in the flesh beside Tony, also with his hand up and blush coating his cheeks. Another man, dressed in a tunic like the cloaked man, turned around with his back toward her.

“Who the fuck are you!?” Eve screams, reaching down for the shirt and pulling it over her head in a hurry. “Ever heard of knocking?” She turns back to the closet to retrieve her leather jacket and boots, returning to the room to put them on. “You can turn around now.” All four men do so, the one in the clock visibly red with embarrassment and refusing to make eye contact with the Avenger.

“I’m sorry,” he breaths out, but Eve waves a hand with a roll of the eyes.

“Don’t worry about it, wizard,” she rises from the bed to take her wrist cuffs from the opposite nightstand, securing them on before walking up to the man. “Shall we then,” her hand gestures to the glowing ring. ‘Whatever this is must be important—otherwise you would have magically teleported her in a hurry.” The unknown man raises a hand, gesturing to Eve through the portal in an ‘after you.’

The moment the two enter, the portal closes causing her to jump back. “To think some things still surprise me,” she mutters, adjusting her jacket. When she turns back, the first person she makes eye contact with is Bruce. “Lord have mercy,” Eve breaths out, moving to the man and embracing him in a hug that he returns immediately. “Where the hell have you been?”

“It’s a long story—.”

“And one we don’t have time for,” the cloaked man interrupts, moving past the two to the middle of the room. Eve sends daggers into his back, glancing briefly at Bruce as if to say ‘we’ll continue this later,’ which he nods back in agreement. Eve then looks at Tony for answered, but he just shrugs back. That’s when she sees the giant hole in the staircase and raises a brow, “What in the hell?”

They all look to the man waiting for him to begin. “My name is Doctor Stephen Strange. This is Wong,” he motions to the other man in a tunic, who bows to them in greeting. The name sparks familiarity in Eve.

“You’re Stephen Strange?” She asks, stepping forward. “The neurosurgeon Doctor Stephen Strange?” This makes Stephen look taken aback.

“You know me?”

“Yeah,” she scoffs, nearly glaring at him. “I do. When our friend, Colonel James Rhodes, became paralyzed I hoped you would look at his case. You refused before seeing it.” Stephen clenches his jaw, glancing at the ground briefly.

“Yeah well, I’m no longer equipped for the field. And as you can see,” he gestures to the room around them, “this in the New York Sanctum Santorum of the Masters of Mystic Arts. Your friend, Dr. Banner here, happened to crash land through our roof this morning with some vital information of an impeding threat heading our way.”

“Impending threat?” Eve’s ears perk up, momentarily forgetting about the animosity she had for the former doctor.

“What do you know of the infinity stones?”

The two Starks share a look, neither finding the name familiar. “Never heard of them.”

“Oh you have,” Stephen says causing Eve to tilt her head. He continues before she could say anything, “You’re actually quite familiar with a couple of them. Wong.” All eyes go to the man standing on the opposite side. His hands were behind his back as he moved closer.

“In the dawn of the universe, there was nothing,” Wong thrusted a hand and out shined an image resembling a Big Bang, “then boom. Big Bang sent six elemental crystals hurdling across the virgin universe. These infinity stones each control an essential aspect of existence.” Eve’s breath catches in her throat when she sees the colors of the gems, realizing Stephen was right about her being familiar with some.

“Space,” Stephen calls out as the blue stone shines, followed by the red, “Reality. Power. Soul. Mind. And Time.” Bringing his hands in front of his chest, the symbol pendant opens to show a glowing green stone in its possession.

Eve and Tony share a look ridden with unease, Eve’s hand coming up to her chin as Tony says, “tell me his name again.”

“Thanos,” Bruce answers, approaching the two. “He’s a plague, Tony. He invades planets, he takes what he wants—he wipes out half of the population. He sent Loki. The attack on New York—that’s him.”

“This is him,” Tony whispered to himself while Eve closed her eyes as the hand covering her mouth began to tremble. “What’s our timeline?”

“No telling. He has the power and space stones—that already makes him the strongest creature in the whole universe. If he gets his hands on all six stones, Tony,—.”

Stephen finishes the sentence, “He could destroy life on a scale hither to undreamt of.”

“Did you seriously just say ‘hither to undreamt of’?”

“Are you seriously leaning on the cauldron of the cosmos?”

“Is that what it is—?” The billionaire is cut off when the cloak around Stephen smacks his shoulder causing Tony to jump back. Offense takes over his face, “I’m going to allow that. If Thanos needs all six why don’t we just stick this one down the garbage disposal?” Even Eve has to face palm at the idea.

“That’s not how it works, Tony.”

“No can do,” Stephen agrees.

“We swore an oath to protect the time stone with our lives,” Wong looks at Tony like he’s mad for suggesting such a thing.

“And I swore off dairy—,” Tony interjects, “but then Ben n Jerry’s named a flavor after me, so?”

“Stark Raving Hazelnut,” Stephen looks down with an unimpressed tone.”

“It’s not bad.”

“a bit chalky.” Eve stifles a giggle, trying to hide her smirk at Tony’s offended expression when Wong adds, “A hunka-hulka burning fudge is our favorite.”

“That’s a thing?”

“Also Eagle Eve’s toffee crunch,” Stephen points out causing Eve to lightly blush when they make eye contact.

“Whatever. Point is, things change,” Tony cuts in annoyed.

“Our oath to protect the time stone cannot change,” Stephens eyes narrows. “This stone may be the best chance we have against Thanos.”

“Yeah so conversely, may be his best chance against us.”

“So if we don’t do our jobs—.”

“What is your job exactly, besides making balloon animals?”

“Tony,” Eve snaps, but he ignores her and continues his stare of with Stephen.

“Protecting your reality, douchebag.”

“Okay guys,” by now Bruce has had enough with the two, moving forward to grab their attention. “Could-could we table this discussion right now? The fact is, is that we have this stone—we know where it is. Vision is out there somewhere with the mind stone and we have to find him now.”

Eve drops her shoulders with defeat as Tony looks down. Neither of them want to break it to Bruce about all that happened in the past two years he was missing, but it was inevitable. “Yeah, that’s the thing….”

“What do you mean?” Bruce looks between the two.

“Two weeks ago Vision turned off his transponder,” Eve tells him, scratching the back of her neck. “He’s offline.”

“What?!” He turns to Tony, seeing the confirmation of the billionaires face. “Tony, you lost another super bot?”

“I didn’t lose him, he’s more than that!” He defends. “He’s evolving.” Stephen steps around behind him asking, “who could find Vision then?” The question once again has the Starks glance at one another. Eve shakes her head, already refusing the idea despite knowing it was the only chance they had.

Only one man on the planet could locate Vision. And it was the last person she ever wanted to see.

“Probably Steve Rogers,” Tony finally answers and Eve turns away to avoid the inevitable discussion about to happen. The Sorcerers, knowing what took place in 2016 with Avengers, curse under their breath. “Maybe.”

Bruce, oblivious to the tension, walks up to Tony. “Call him.”

“It’s not that easy. God, we haven’t caught up in a spell have we?” Tony moves closer to the scientist, looking to see Eve has moved further away to stare at the walls of the room. “The Avengers broke up. We’re toast.”

“Broke up?” Bruce tilts his head. “Like a band? Like-like The Beatles?” If it wasn’t such a sore topic, Eve would’ve laughed at Bruce’s analogy.

“Cap and I fell out hard,” Tony looks away before adding, “Him and Eve even harder. We’re not on speaking terms.”

On any other day, Bruce would sympathize and understand the situation for the Starks. He wouldn’t expect them to drop everything and call Steve right away if they weren’t ready.

But today was not like any other day.

Time was not on their side. Thanos loomed over the horizon and was on the move. They had no way to know if he already possessed the two other stones in space or if Thor made it out alive. If they didn’t work now then the fate of the universe would be forever altered. “Tony, listen to me,” Bruce takes a step forward, voice going low to emphasize the message. “Thor’s gone. Thanos is coming it doesn’t matter who you’re talking to or not.”

“He’s right,” Eve finally says after being silent for so long. The whole time she was thinking, wondering if she could come up with a plan to track Vision instead of calling Steve. But with time at an essence and not knowing what Thanos’s next move was they needed to act quick. They all turn to her, watching her bring her arms to chest as she slowly moves back to face them. “He’s right, Tony. Believe me the last thing I want is to see Steve, but we need to act fast and if Vision is with Wanda then chances are Steve knows where they are. He can get to them faster than us.”

It goes quiet. Tony thinks for a moment before eventually sighing, stepping away to remove a small flip phone from his pocket. Flipping it open, Tony locates the only number listed on the contacts, ‘Steve Rogers,’ with the digits right below. As his thumb hovers over the call button, his attention is drawn up at a sudden sound.

Eve unfolds her arms, glancing around as it reaches her ears. It was almost like the wind, more so like a plane, but devious. It sounded a far yet drawing closer—closer with each second.

When Eve turns back to face the group of men, that’s when her attention catches Stephens. And she notices the loose strands of his hair moving side to side. “You wouldn’t happen to be moving your hair would you, Stephen?”

His hair moves faster, “not at the moment. No.”

Eve gulps, glancing up to the hole in the ceiling, “I think someone found us.” They all follow her gaze, the flicker of paper and leaves moving rapidly in the sky as the sound grows louder. Slowly, they face the door.

Silhouettes of people running on the streets skid past the stained glass. Muffled shouts of distress are heard as they approach the door, Tony leading the way and he opens it to reveal the scene before them. There’s dust in the air making it hard to see, frantic pedestrians running down the streets.

Tony heads toward the direction they are running from. As they rush past him a young lady trips, falling to the ground and he rushes to help her up. “Are you okay?” She shrieks in response, pushing him away to run. Eve feels her nerves heighten as she watches after her, gasping when a car collides with the street pole right next to her. “Help him!”

“Go, go!” Bruce waves to him as he and Wong assist the man. “We got it.” Tony quickly removes his glasses from his pocket to place them on, “F.R.I.D.A.Y, what am I looking at?” “Not sure, I’m working on it.” Tony glances back at Strange, “Hey! You might wanna put that time stone in your back pocket, doc!”

Stephen waves his hands and orange rings encase his wrists, “Might want to use it.”

Eve taps the com in her ear, “H.O.W.I.E, call for an emergency evacuation in the three mile vicinity around Bleeker Street and have emergency services en route.” “I’m on it, boss. Stand by.” Picking up the pace Eve moves beside Tony, the two walking across the street to see the source of the chaos unfolding in New York. “Is that a flying donut?”

It sure as hell looked like it. The large red spaceship was circular with a gaping hole in the middle. As it lowered down onto the city, dust gathered in the air and sent paper flying.

The five moved directly in the middle of the intersection so they were head on with the spaceship. Tony relayed the same info to F.R.I.D.A.Y that Eve said early while Strange began doing some movements with this hands. When he thrusted him forward, the dust flew back until it disparate beyond the ship, making it visibly clear to the eye.

Taken aback, Tony looked to Strange only to receive a cocky wink from the sorcerer. He rolled his eyes, missing the smirk was trying to fight, and turned back just in time to see a blue light cast down from the ship. When it touched the ground, two figures were standing in it’s wake.

“Here me,” the shorter one, Ebony Maw, called out. “And rejoice, you are about to die at the hands of the children of Thanos.” Eve felt her jaw clench, eyes narrowing as the man went on. “Be thankful that your meaningless lives are now contributing to—.”

“I’m sorry! Earth is closed today,” Tony interrupted the speech, making everyone look at him. “You better pack it up, and get out of here.”

“Stone keeper,” Maw addressed Stephen, who raised a brow in return. “Does this chattering animal speak for you?”

“Certainly not, I speak for myself” he stepped forward, clapping his hands together to form shields. “You’re trespassing in this city and on this planet.” Wong repeated the action, forming his own shields.

“That means get lost Squidward!”

“He exhausts me,” Maw sighed to his companion, Cull Obsidian, who grunted. “Bring me the stone.” Cull grips his weapon and begins moving toward the group.

Eve straightens, reading to tap her bracelets to unleash her suit when Tony says to Bruce, “Banner, you want a piece?” Sweating, Bruce fumbles with his blazer, “mmm, no. Not really. But then again when do I ever really get what I want.”

“Been awhile,” Tony cranks his neck, not seeing how Bruce was beginning to struggle transforming to Hulk. “Good to have you buddy.”

Eve glances to Bruce, wondering what was taking so long and sees the green veins poking out, but not taking full control. “Bruce you okay?” She realizes Hulk isn’t wanting to come out and becomes concerned.

“I have to concentrate one second.” Meanwhile Cull is inching closer to them, looking menacing as ever. Bruce bends his knees, trying to will Hulk out but failing all the less.

“Where’s your guy?”

“I don’t know—we’re sorta having a thing,” he sighs.

“There’s no time for a thing,” Tony pats his chest and points to Cull. “That’s the thing right there—let’s go.” Bruce leans back, green taking over his neck and groans out while leaning back. Stephen, Tony, and Eve all share a look—Stephen not looking impressed at all. “Dude you’re embarrassing us in front of the wizards.”

“I’m sorry—I can’t—or he won’t.”

Tony places his hands on Bruce’s shoulders, drawing him back a few steps beside Wong. “Okay, stand down. Keep an eye on him. Thank you.” He moves back to Eve, the two connecting eyes, “You ready?”

“When am I not?” She zips up her jacket while he tightens his just as Cull begins to run toward them. Eve taps twice on each bracelet, while Tony taps his chest, and together they unveil their new and improved suits. Golden armor runs up Eve’s arms until it’s around her whole body—wing pack and helmet to form the Iron Eagle.

It was the first time she was using the suit after completing it with Tony, so Eve prayed it did it’s job.

Tony’s Mark L fully took over just in time for Cull to bring down his hammer like weapon. Thrusting a shield out, he deflected the attack and sent Cull flying with his energy blasters. Maw then waved a hand to direct Cull into a car before he could hit him.

“Were’d that come from?” Bruce said in amazement, glancing at Eve’s golden form as well.

“It’s nanotech. You like it? A little something—,” Tony went airborne as Maw raised his hand upward, causing Eve to shout, “Tony!”Maw then three two trees at the four and Wong stepped forward while circling his hand to deflect.

“Dr. Banner, since the rest of your green friend won’t be joining us,” Stephen opened a portal beneath Bruce to the nearby park. Bruce shouted in surprise, grunting when he landed on the ground only to move quickly so he wouldn’t get crushed by the taxi that also fell through.

Together Wong and Strange used their magic to bring a car toward them, which Eve then used the blaster under hand to send it flying back towards Maw—who only lifted a finger to cut the vehicle in half. Tony landed beside Eve, letting out a frustrated huff. “You gotta get that stone out of here, now.”

“It stays with me,” Stephen says annoyed for the fifth time.

“Exactly. Bye!” Eve unleashes her wings and the two fly toward Maw, weaving through debris he sends their way. What they didn’t expect was Cull to fling his hammerhead. It trapped Tony and with Eve distracted Maw threw her into the nearby building, the glass shattering as she went through a window.

For Tony, he collides with a tree a the park, the park Bruce just so happened to be at. “Tony! You okay? How we doing—good?”

“Really-really good. Are you planning on helping out?”

“I’m trying. He won’t come out.” Cull breaks through the building across with a grunt, flinging his hammerhead again. Tony pushes Bruce out of the way and into the grass before flying back to Cull. He sends an energy beam, but Cull holds a shield causing it to hit a tree which nearly falls on Bruce.

The two circle each other, Tony blasting Cull until he’s thrown to the ground. He’s pursued by Cull, who raises his weapon to bring down on Tony only to stop midair. “Hey man,” a voice greets, clad in a red and blue suit holding back the metal from hitting Tony. “What’s up, Mr. Stark?”

“Kid, where’d you come from?” He asks Peter.

“A field trip—ahh!” Peter is cut off when Cull yanks him away. Eve shows up in the nick of time to catch the vigilante before he could smack the ground. “Oh hey, Miss. Eve!”

“Hey, kid,” She greets, setting him down. “You shouldn’t be here,” she then flies off before he could protest. Peter huffs, flinging out webs to assist the heroes, “Uh what is this guys problem, Mr. Stark?”

“Uh he’s from space. He came here to steal a necklace from a wizard.” Eve rolled her eyes beneath her mask, sending blasts to Cull while flying high to dodge his attacks. Peter goes for a shot only to get in Culls hold once more and tossed to the side. Together, the three go neck and neck with Cull. At some point Peter flutings the half taxi cab at Cull to knock him down and Eve sticks her feet out to send him flying across the grass.

A few moments later a figure skids past them. “Kid, that’s the wizard. Get on it.”

“I’m on it!“ Peter swings off with a shout. Distracted, Eve grunts when Cull wacks her full on with the hammer. The impact has her skidding several yards away and she quickly recovers to her feet.

“Uh, Mr. Stark, I’m being beamed up!” Eve curses to herself when she hears Peter’s frantic voice.

“Hang on kid,” Tony says as he fights Cull. “Eve, go!” Wings at the ready, Eve takes to the skies. Already the flying donut is airborne and moving fast towards the atmosphere.

“H.O.W.I.E, I need more power,” she says and the thrusters on her wings and feet extended before firing her up. The new suit was equipped to make her travel as fast as an F-18, faster than Sam’s wing pack and even Tony’s suit. Now Eve was reaching full speed and Tony was not too far behind her.

“unlock seventeen-A,” he said to F.R.I.D.A.Y. Knowing what it entailed, Eve looked to her right in the direction of the Avengers compound. A little trail of smoke pin pointed the object in question. “Pete, you gotta let go. I’m gonna catch you.”

“But you said save the wizard!” The boy removed his mask, “ugh I can’t breath.”

“We’re too high up, kid,” Eve tells him, the distance between her and the ship closing rapidly. “You’re running out of air. You need to let go now.”

“Oh yeah,” she heard him pant. “That makes sense.” His body fell back in time for 17-A to fly past Eve, hitting his back to allow the nanotech to unveil. Before he could collide with the ship and fall, Eve caught him in her arms. “Woah!” He shouted when she set him down. “Mr. Stark, it smells like a new car in here!”

“Happy trails, kid,” Tony came up from the side. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, send him home.” “Yep.” Before Peter could react, a parachute deployed from his back and he was off the ground, “Oh come on!” Eve shook her head, sighing as she flew up to Tony. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t relieved the boy was gone—this was far beyond Peter and she wanted him safe.

“Kid’s got heart and guts,” she held her wrist up to the wall of the ship, “I’ll give him that.” A beam hit the surface, Eve moving her wrist in a rectangular shape until it gave way and allowed an opening for the two.

Tony entered first just as F.R.I.D.A.Y said, “Boss, incoming call from Ms. Potts,” before Peppers voice filled his ears. “Tony? Oh my God, are you alright? What’s going on?” “Yeah Im fine,” he tells her, “I just think we’re going to have to push our eight-thirty res.” “Why?” “Just cause I’ll probably not make it back for awhile.”

Eve lets her helmet retract, frowning as she listens in to the conversation. “Tell me you’re not on that ship.” Tony’s helmet also retracts, his expression full of distress and regret. “Yeah.” “God—no, please tell me you’re not—.” “I’m sorry. I’m sorry—I don’t understand—.” “Come back, Tony! I swear to God.”

Pepper continues to plead to Tony, but the reception begins to give out as they draw further away from Earth. “Boss, we’re loosing her.” Eve glances to the ground, unable to see the pain in her nephews face. The call eventually cuts out, and Tony is left standing still. It’s silent between the two for a moment. “I’m sorry, Tony.”

There was nothing they could currently do. They were on a spaceship going God knows where and the only person they were aware on it were Maw and Strange. A jolt forward, nearly sending them to the ground, confirmed their suspicious they were now far away from Earth. They had to have been traveling faster than the speed of light.

“We need to find the wizard,” Tony leans against the wall when it’s finally stable again. “Then go from there.”

“Agreed,” Eve nods and the two make their way to the nearest exit. “You think he’ll break? Give up the stone?” She asks when they find a door leading to a platform.

“The wizard?” Tony scoffs, “not a chance. He wouldn’t even leave the stone some place safe. I doubt magic squidward’s gonna crack him.”

“Let’s hope not,” she sighs following behind him closely. They walk for a few minutes, climbing up platforms and railings until they finally reach an open area. It doesn’t take long for them to figure out it’s the heart of the ship. There’s a large screen-like projection taking up wall to floor and Tony leans over the edge to find Strange trapped in some needles while Maw looks on.

“Found them,” he mutters to Eve, who glances over to see the scene below. Neither notice the familiar red cloak sneak behind them until it pats Tony on the shoulder. Instantly, Tony raises his hand ready to send the threat blasting. When he realizes it’s the cloak he relaxes, “Wow, you are a seriously loyal piece of outerwear aren’t you.”

“Yeah speaking of loyalty….” Eve’s eyes nearly pop out of her head when she sees Peter hanging upside down. Tony matches her expression, “What the—.”

“I know what you’re going to say—.”

“You should not be here.” Eve cuts in angrily, before Peter begins to ramble.

“I was gonna go home—.” “I don’t want to hear it.” “—but it was such a long way down and I just thought about you two and—.” “And now I gotta hear it.” “—I got stuck to the side of the ship— and this suit…is ridiculously intuitive by the way so if anything it’s kinda your fault I’m here.”

Tony’s eyes brows go straight to his hairline, “What did you just say.” Even the cloak was shook, glancing between the two. Peter starts to stutter, his cheeks going red from his mess up, “I-I-I I take that back. And now I’m here in space.”

“Yeah,” Tony agrees, moving toward him. “Right where I didn’t want you to be. This isn’t Coney Island or some field trip—this is a one way ticket. You hear me? Don’t pretend you thought this through.”

“I did think this through,” he defends. “I did think this through! You can’t be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man if there’s no neighborhood.” Eve wanted to facepalm at Peter’s naiveness, but decided against it. The kid was there and with now way to get him home, he was stuck with them whether they liked it or not. “Okay that doesn’t really make sense, but you know what I’m trying to say.”

The stress on Tony’s face spoke a thousand words. Eventually he just gives up. “C’mon we got a situation.” Tony points over the edge to where Maw currently has Strange trapped. “See him down there? He’s in trouble, what’s your plan? Go.” Eve crosses her arms, moving to stand on Peter’s right as he crouches down to get a better look.

“Umm,” he hums, “Okay-okay umm.” Another second ticks by before he stands up. “Okay, ever see this really old movie, ‘Aliens’?”

“‘Aliens’?” Eve repeats with concern, seeing the look on Tony’s face. She wasn’t really keen on trusting the kid if his plan was based off a movie. Especially one she hasn’t seen. “Tony, you trust this?”

The man thinks for a moment shrugging, “He hasn’t failed me yet.” For a few minutes, they work together on who does what until they finally set it in motion. Tony flies directly above and behind Maw, which accordingly catches Strange’s attention and therefore causes Maw to turn around. It gives Peter, the cloak, and Eve time to get in position.

“I could end your friend’s life in an instant,” the alien threatens.

“I gotta tell you he’s not really my friend. Saving his life is more of a professional curtesy.” Eve rolls her eyes at Tony’s words but finds no surprise in them.

“You save nothing. Your powers are inconsequential compared to mine.”

“Yeah, but the kid’s seen more movies.” With that a rocket launches from the side, catching Maw off guard as it blasts a hole into the ships wall. The winds vortex pulls him in into the cold, dark world that is outer space and Strange also finds himself being pulled. The cloak catches his hand first, but the wind is too powerful and loses his grasp.

“I got him!” Eve springs into action, her wings ejecting out as she falls off the platform. Her hands wrap around Stephen tightly, colliding into him from the side so they’re not pulled into the vortex. She flies them away from the hole so Tony could seal it and sets Stephen gently down on the platform by the controls.

“Thanks,” he says to her with a huff, feeling a little dazed from what just happened. She gives him a nod, “No problem, doc. Glad to see you still have the gem causing all the trouble.” She walks away before he could answer, missing how the man watches her and focuses her attention on the large screen.

“Hey, we never officially met,” Peter drops down beside the cloak, extending a hand. The relic ignores him, moving toward Stephen and Peter drops his hand. “Cool.”

Tony lands on the platform, passing Stephen as he retracts his suit. Eve does the same by tapping her bracelets, letting the golden armor disappear. “We gotta turn this ship around,” Stephen says as Tony walks up to Eve, moving past to get a good look at what they were dealing with.

The billionaire scoffs, “Yeah. Now he wants to run. Great.”

“I want to protect the stone,” Stephen argues, but Tony isn’t having it.

“And I want you to thank me now. Go ahead I’m listening.”

“For what? Nearly blasting me into space?”

Tony spins around so fast, Eve has to step back. “Who just saved your magical ass? Me.”

“I seriously don’t know how you fit your head into that helmet.”

“Neither do I sometimes,” Eve mutters, turning away to not deal with the two going at it again.

“Admit it,” Tony continues, either not hearing his aunt or downright ignoring her. “You should’ve dubbed out when I told you to. I tried to bench you and you refused.”

“Unlike everyone else in your life, I don’t work for you,” Stephens rebuttals has Eve turning around, offense in her expression.

“Excuse me?”

Stephen raises an apologetic hand, “Okay except you—I know that.” She huffs, crossing her arms. ‘Damn right he better take that back,’ she thinks to herself.

“And due to that fact,” Tony get’s their attention once more. “We’re now on a flying donut, billions of miles from Earth with no backup.”

“I’m backup,” Peter offers, which has the Starks immediate refusal.

“No, you’re a stowaway,” Tony motions a finger between him, Strange and Eve. “The adults are talking.”

“I-I’m sorry, I’m confused as is to the relationship here. Wh-what is he? Is he your ward?” Eve couldn’t help but laugh at the assumption, “That’s a new one.”

“No,” Peter answered and goes to introduce himself. “I’m Peter, by the way.”

“Doctor Strange.”

“Oh you’re using your made up names. Um, i’m Spider-Man then.” The look on Stephen’s face nearly sent Eve into hysterics if the situation wasn’t so serious. The man looked so offended, she wondered what was going on in his head. Eventually he just walks away from the boy.

“This ship is self correcting it���s course,” Eve voices to the group. “It’s on autopilot.”

“Can we control it?” He asks. “Fly us home?”

“It’s possible…..” Eve starts and eventually trails off when she notices Tony’s expression. It’s a look she’s seen all too well. A look when he’s planning something. “What are you thinking, Tony?” The sorcerer follows her gaze at the question, noticing Tony had been quiet for awhile.

“Stark,” Stephen snaps him out of his thoughts. “Can you get us home?”

“Yeah I heard you,” his hands cross in front of him, brows furrowing as he thinks. “I think I’m not so sure we should.” Stephen’s refusal is eminent.

“Under no circumstances can we bring the time stone to Thanos. I don’t thin you quite understand what’s at stake here.”

“No—,” Tony walks up to him, clenching his fist. “It’s you, who doesn’t understand that Thanos has been inside my head for six years since he sent an army to New York and now he’s back! And I don’t know what to do. So I’m not so sure if it’s a better plan to fight him on our turf or his, but you saw what they did-what they can do. At least on his turf he’s not expecting it. So I say, we take the fight to him, doctor.”

Eve, having been silent to let Tony make his point, strokes her jaw lightly. It was a good plan. Thanos would think the ship being there was Maw with the stone as he planned, but having them there would catch the Titan off guard. “We don’t have many options here boys. At frankly I’m tired of watching you two compete on who has the biggest ego. Time isn’t on our side and I’m gonna have to agree with Tony on this one. Going to wherever this ship is heading is our best bet—and if we’re lucky, maybe we can buy time before Thanos gets more stones.”

Tony holds back a smirk, feeling triumph that his aunt agrees with him. Which is something she rarely does nowadays after the Ultron fiasco. “So, do we concur?”

“Alright, Stark,” Stephen finally says. “We go to him. But you have to understand if it comes to saving you two or the kid, or the time stone, I will not hesitate to let any of you die.” Though not surprising, it still makes the Starks clench their jaws. “I can’t because the universe depends on it.”

“Nice,” Tony pats his shoulder. “Good, moral compass. We’re straight.” He walks away, trying not to let his emotion show. Both Tony and Eve accepted this was a one-way trip, but hearing Strange say it puts it into perspective.

As he looks on after Tony, Stephen ends up connecting eyes with Eve. The super-soldier appeared stoic, doing her best to not look affected like Tony, but Stephen could pick up on her distress. Something in his chest tightens at the way her chocolate eyes stare back at him. They were piercing into his soul and part of him regretted how he spoke earlier about not hesitating to sacrifice her. She quickly looked away, pushing off the consul she was leaning against to turn her back on the sorcerer in time to see Tony approach Peter.

“Kid,” Tony says when he stands before him. The boy perks up, watching Tony’s arm go up to make the shape of an ‘A’ across the boys chest. “You’re an Avenger now.”

All Evelyn Stark could do now was hope and pray the mission goes as planned. Get to wherever it was the ship was going, have Thanos find them and defeat him before any more stones could be collected. Earth was far from their grasp, their only hope being the remaining heroes that assembled.

The fate of the universe was in their hands.

And chaos is sure to follow if the odds don’t fall in their favor.

…………………………….

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The Other Side

Chapter 3: Rue

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/ Rue Barton

Word Count: 2989

Warnings: language, fighting, guns, fire, high adrenaline

Rating: MA

Chapter Summary: Clint invites himself on a mission with Rue, Bucky and Sam.

Series

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Clint is mad. 

I can feel the anger rolling off him in waves. He hasn’t said anything, but he can’t hide his feelings from me – he never could. We stare across the table at one another, ignoring the conversation around us. It’s like we’re in our own little world – Bartonland – and I’m riding the rollercoaster that is his demeanor. He rips into his bacon and chews aggressively. If anyone else at the table notices his attitude, they must be chalking it up to a hangover. 

I know better.

I don’t have to ask, I’m more than capable of putting the pieces together – Clint’s anger, the fading mark on Bucky’s cheek. It can only mean one thing, Bucky went to him this morning. I wish he had let me handle my brother, but I know he is old fashioned and likes to do things a certain way. 

Apparently Clint is a caveman and likes to talk with his fist. 

“Barnes, Wilson and Barton,” Tony reads from his tablet, “there’s a high-security research facility that has gone suspiciously silent. We’ve been sent the case to look into it.”

“And why can’t the cops handle it?” Rhodey asks.

Tony sighs heavily and shakes his head as he scrolls. “Uh, it says that the facility is running tests on dioxin.”

“Dioxin?” Sam scoffs. “And you want to send a super soldier and two regular bad-asses opposed to, I don’t know, Thor or Banner? Or maybe Wanda who can contain an explosion.”

Tony peers over the tablet at him, replying, “Sorry, didn’t realize we were being guided by our emotions today. I assumed we had a standard protocol and order for these sub-par missions. And while you’re here bickering with me instead of taking action, somebody else could be taking their last breath.”

Sam crosses his arms but keeps his mouth shut.

“Where’re we going?” Clint asks, sliding his chair back.

Tony looks at him and shakes his head, “wrong Barton.”

Clint glances between me and Bucky before standing up abruptly. “No way, I’ll go. She’s not handling this.”

Tony drops the tablet and tosses his hands in the air. “Does anybody listen to me?” He asks Steve who gives him a sheepish look with tight lips.

“I can handle it, Clint,” I protest, quickly jumping to my feet. 

“Then I’m going too,” he says matter-of-factly. 

“Fine, whatever,” Tony quips. “Not really a four man mission, but if it’ll stop an argument just go.”

~~~~

As soon as Bucky lands the quinjet, Sam lands nearby and meets us on the ground. The flight was tense but otherwise uneventful. Clint made me ride in the back opposed to my usual seat next to Bucky, it irritated me but I spared everyone the argument. 

“Whatcha got for us Sam?” I ask, tying my hair up in a ponytail.

“Looks like there’s hostages, nineteen gunmen scattered across the facility — including four outside.”

“Four outside, fifteen in, got it.” Clint drew his bow with a frown. “I’ll take out the outside guards.”

“We should take them out at the same time,” counters Bucky, shifting his rifle on his shoulder. “So we have the element of surprise. We still don’t know what they’re doing here, and I for one, don’t feel like being blown up today.”

Clint glares at him but doesn’t argue. “Where are they?”

Sam turns and points as he speaks, “two at the front door, one at the back and the fourth is patrolling. I can pick off the patrol from above.”

Just as soon as he was with us, Sam was gone again – shooting up into the air on his metal wings that shimmer like swords in the sun.

“I’ll cover the front,” Clint claims the closest door quickly.

Bucky rolls his eyes, “give me a minute to get around the building.”

He turns to face me, I glance at Clint who is watching through narrow eyes. Bucky walks over and stops less than a foot away from me, an easy smile on his lips that makes me smile. 

“Hold this for me, will ya doll?” He asks, holding his rifle out to me.

Blushing, I grab it, our fingers brush along the stock. “Sure thing Buck.”

He taps my chin with a curled finger and smiles, “thanks. See you on the inside.”

“That’s enough,” Clint huffs.

We turn to look at him only to see he has his bow drawn and is aiming at Bucky. I quickly step forward, putting myself between the sharp arrowhead and Bucky’s chest where it’s aimed – Clint quickly adjusts his aim. I may be a head shorter than Bucky but I know Clint won’t risk actually shooting if I’m in the way.

“Come on, don’t you think that’s a bit much?” I scoff and gesture at the bow.

Clint keeps his eyes locked on Bucky, “nope. I warned him.”

“All he did was give me his rifle.”

“And now he can take a step back before this arrow embeds in his forehead.”

“We both know you’re not going to do it, so put the bow down,” I snap.

Clint narrows his eyes with a growl, but lowers his bow. He rolls his shoulders and nods towards the facility.

“You’re with me.”

“I was going with you anyway,” I grunt and roll my eyes before turning back to Bucky. “Be careful.”

He smiles warmly, “always, doll.”

He strides down the hill, choosing to take a route closer to the trees than the open field. I know he’s been in several perilous situations before and is equipped to face anything coming his way. Hell, we’d been on a handful of missions together already so I know first hand his capability.

Yet, even with that knowledge, a wave of apprehension settles deep within me, making my heart beat faster with each step he takes away from me. I can’t bear to witness him going in unarmed, so I hastily grab one of my handguns from my calf holster and rush after Bucky.

“Rue!” Clint shouts behind me.

“I’ll be right back.”

I hear a branch snap as I stumble down the hill, and when I reach the bottom, there is Bucky. He looks like a statue at the edge of the trees, his bear hands clenched into fists. His expression is dark and the lines in his forehead deepen as he sees me approach. I stop to catch my breath before holding my pistol out to him.

“I can’t just let you go without something,” I rasp as he takes the gun and slides it into his waistband.

“Thank you, love,” he says while his eyes soften and his demeanor relaxes.

Not being able to resist, I take a step closer to him. “I’ll see you on the inside," I whisper with my heart fluttering in anticipation.

He reaches out to stroke my cheek with his hand and sends me an enigmatic smile. “Can't wait, kitten.”

I reluctantly tear my gaze away from Bucky and take off running up the hill, realizing I'd pushed Clint too far. Reaching my brother, I can tell he's mad at me, but he wordlessly hands me the rifle and takes the lead. We move quickly and quietly to a group of rocks halfway down the hill. He deftly loads two arrows onto his bow in one elegant motion in readiness for Bucky’s sign. Sam soars up above, keeping watch on his target while staying hidden from the guards’ view. 

Clint's gaze is locked on the talking men, not wavering for even an instant. His lips curl as he snarls, “when we get in there, you worry about the hostages.”

"I can fight Cli–

"Just do as I say," Clint snaps back, cutting me off,  his voice hard and cold with authority. "We can handle the fighting.”

He squares his shoulders and tightens his lips, leaving me with no choice but to comply.

I roll my eyes, it’s pointless to argue with him when he’s in a mood. And something tells me he’s going to be in a mood for a long time. Bucky gives his signal, Sam swoops down and snatches the patrolling guard up and Clint  lets his arrows loose. 

They find their marks, both of the guards fall and we’re running. Bucky’s rifle slaps against my back, I didn’t take the time to adjust the shoulder strap before slinging it back on. 

We reach the door in no time, Sam swoops towards the back – ready to help Bucky with whatever they find inside. 

Clint yanks open the door, driving his shoulder into it as he dives through. He never hesitates to put his body between me and whatever he anticipates was waiting ahead of us.

An explosion of gunfire rips through the building and we immediately break out into a sprint. 

Around the corner, three threatening figures stand with weapons raised, ready to fire. Clint pushes himself in front of me again, shielding my body from the danger as we face down our attackers.

Clint’s fingers close around an arrow but I act faster than lightning, spinning Bucky’s rifle around and unloading a barrage of bullets across the hallway. My accurate aim takes them all down in one fell swoop.

I ignore Clint's astonished gaze as I swiftly return the rifle to my shoulder and grab my handgun — a weapon much more suited to me. 

Cold anticipation flares in my veins as my finger rests lightly on the trigger.

I demand into my com, “Sam, where are the hostages?” as I follow Clint down the hallway.

“Center break room. Door's guarded," Sam replies with gunfire and shouting echoing in the background. “There’s more of them than I initially saw, we’re outnumbered!”

We share a knowing glance; he knows I'm about to propose something that he won’t like.

“We can't afford to stay together, not at this point," I hiss as we clear another hallway. "I'll take the guy guarding the door – you go help Sam and Buck."

He shakes his head vehemently and steps in front of me. "No chance. You don't know what could be lurking around the corner. We stick together."

We methodically check every room and shadowed hiding spot for any sign of ambush, but I can sense time slipping away from us.

Every second he lingers with me is another second Bucky or Sam could meet their final blow.

 "Come on!" I snap. "They need you in the back! I'm an Avenger too, I can hold my own against one guy!"

Clint's eyes narrow with rage and the sound of war fills the air.

"That wasn't Bucky!" I scream at him, brandishing the rifle for him to take.

He glares back coldly and snatches the rifle from my hands, "Fine." 

We stand in a tense standoff for several moments before he strides off determinedly, leaving me shaking with anticipation as I prepare to rescue the hostages.

I take a deep breath, squeezing the gun in my hands until I feel its cold metal pressing against my sweaty palms. 

Adrenaline pumping through my veins, I sprint down the hall, darting past upturned furniture and broken glass. 

My ears are filled with echoing cries and the loud blasts of bullets firing. With each encounter, my heart races faster and faster towards an unknown destination.

I struggle to stay focused on my mission, as I’m verwhelmed by the thought of Clint and Bucky running into danger. 

Despite my best efforts, my mind keeps drifting back to them. 

In that moment, I finally understand why Tony had always resisted putting me and Clint together on a team – he knew how dangerous it could be.

As I come to a room at the end of the hall, my heart stops and a chill runs down my spine. 

A looming figure stares menacingly at me, his eyes cold and calculating. His arm rises as he takes aim and I know there is no time to lose. 

I lunge forward with all my might, barely dodging the bullet. It whizzes past me, just inches away from my skull, making a loud thud as it embeds itself into the wall behind me.

I quickly take cover behind a large wooden crate and peek out just in time to see the enemy reloading his gun with four more shots.

My heart slams against my ribcage as I flatten myself against the wall, my feet perched on the corner of the crate, gripping my gun tightly in my damp hands. 

My finger tightens on the trigger as the man comes closer, his fat bald head illuminated by a string of overhead lights. 

I can feel every beat of my heart as he confidently strides closer, sure that he's already pierced through the crate and me - unaware of what awaits him. 

The shadows of his silhouette stretch across the floor, starkly contrasting with the emptiness. 

He never thought to check for mine as he arrogantly assumed his superiority based on my sex. 

Like a spring I coil myself down until I can see him before he can detect me. 

My breath catches in my throat as his head slowly rises above the crate and his eyes land on mine. 

In a split second I am upright and two shots fire in unison - booming through the room like an explosion, tearing through his chest and neck.

The force of the impact sends him flying back against a crate, still as death.

Glancing at his body triumphantly, I slip out from behind the crate and head in the direction he was coming from. Even if he wasn’t the one guarding the hostages, he surely was coming from there – or if nothing else I would join the guys in battle and we would save the hostages together.

Sweat rolls down my temple as I navigate the next few halls, relying on intuition and the sound of battle to determine which way to go in the labyrinth. I never expected the facility to have so many halls, but I’m also not well versed on research facilities.

“Rue!” Clint shouts across the com, “are you okay?”

“Yes,” I answer as I finally lay eyes on a sign that points me in the direction of the break room. “Took out a big baldy.”

“That’s my girl,” Bucky grunts as the sound of his metal fist finds its resting place in some unfortunate man’s face. 

Smiling, I follow the directions on the sign and soon come to a stop when I see the guarded door of the break room. 

“Found the hostages. You guys about done?”

“Sure thing,” Sam groans. “Matter of seconds.”

Thankfully the guard stationed at the door is preoccupied with looking down a hall towards the sound of the fighting. It is obvious he’s itching to join the fight, but has been commanded to stand guard. For a second I sympathize with him, if Clint had his way I would still be on the quinjet. 

Shaking my head, I quickly shoot him in the head – he crumples to the floor without even knowing he was being watched. 

I rush to the door and fling it open to see a room full of terrified scientists and various workers. 

“Let’s go,” I demand, holding the door open.

“Who are you?” A scientist demands.

“Don’t be rude,” another snaps, “that’s Black Magnolia.”

I smile lightly and glance behind me to make sure nobody’s sneaking up on me. “Come on, I’m getting you guys out of here.”

The group quickly floods out of the break room, tensions are high as they all look to me for direction. Gunfire rings out, some of them scream while others duck – an alarm starts to blare through the ruckus. 

I find myself torn, I know I need to get the civilians to safety but I’m worried about my teammates. As much as I want to run to help them, I know these people are top priority.

I look at the scientist who knew me, one of the few who didn’t flinch. “You start leading everyone out of here. I’ll follow and cover you.”

He nods and begins shouting orders at the others who start back down the hall I emerged from. I look back in the direction of the noise before I bring up the tail of the group.

Outside, the fire alarm continues to bellow out an earsplitting wail through the air. I urge them all up the hill, shouting orders like a commander in battle so that even the injured amongst them can hear me over the ringing chaos. Every second counts, as I'm terrified a spark will ignite a fiery explosion and incinerate us all. 

Smoke rises from the building, rolling like ferocious grey thunderclouds reaching for the sky. I implore them to hurry, as my heart thunders in my chest with fear.

Suddenly I see Sam shoot out of a side window and up into the air, blood stained and grimacing.

“What’s going on Sam?” I demand.

He looks down and spots me then quickly flies down to where I’m at.

“Where are they?” I yell the second his feet touch the ground.

“I don’t know, we were separated,” he says hesitantly. “I couldn’t make my way back due to the fire. I couldn’t see.”

My heart drops and I start to rush forward but Sam grabs me by the arm.

“I can’t let you go back in there.”

I turn to glare at him and shout, “we can’t just stand here! My brother is in there!”

“I know, and he would kill me if I let you run into a burning building full of pathogens. I’m sorry Rue,” he shakes his head, “I can’t.”

My jaw muscles clench painfully as I spin around, my eyes widening at the sight of the monstrous smoke clouds gathering strength. Every breath of wind feeds them, their power and fury intensifying until they seem to loom over us like a menacing black blanket.

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[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

Betrayal

Chapter 10

Master List Betrayal Series

Part 2

Warning: Mentions of Death, Violence,Depression, Suicide, Breaking Up, Torture, Blood, Explicit Language.

“Take me to Eddie”

Audrey stood up from the bed her legs still a little wobbly but she managed.

“Audrey can you stand on your own?”

Bruce asked her as she held the bed to stabilize her.

“Audrey I tried to reason with them but they wouldn’t listen. I can’t guarantee his safety.”

Natasha held her cold stare to Audrey. She glanced over to Bruce in hopes he had any additional information he would like to share.

“Audrey, Nat is right we are walking into a delicate situation especially in your condition. Please don’t do anything drastic. We can find a way to reason with Tony.”

“I can walk Bruce. Take me to him.”

“NOW!”

Holding Cells

Tony continuously watched Eddie pacing his cell. Steve paced back and forth discussing the incident that took place earlier.

“Tony the team is at a disagreement with this?”

Steve stopped pacing the room. Deep in thought he mentioned the first thing that came to mind.

“We don’t know what he is?” “Where did he come from?”

Tony swiped through all the classified documents from Hydra that they recovered from previous missions.

The sound of an alarm blaring.

Tony had accidentally hit the lockdown button for Eddie’s cell.

Venom and Eddie fought to stay together but the pain was too great for Venom.

Separating from each other Eddie laying on the ground trying to crawl to Venom.

Venom body form resemble slime.

His movements were scattered everywhere. Sharp spikes stretching everywhere.

Tony and Steve watched.

They had found his weakness and a way to separate them.

Tony shut the alarm off. Watching the black matter be absorbed into Eddie’s body.

Eddie lied on the ground. His mind and body in excruciating pain. All he could think about was Audrey. His pain didn’t stop him from fighting to stand up and try to say something before they could anything to hurt him or Venom.

Audrey was walking with Bruce and Natasha when she felt his pain. She thought about what her dad said to her.

She had to make things right.

“You guys go ahead I need a minute with him”

“Sure thing”

“Sam and Wanda just got back I’ll fill them in on the situation”

Natasha and Bruce walked down to the lobby to brief their team mates on the current situation with Tony and Steve.

Meanwhile in the Kitchen

Bucky paced the kitchen. Brushing his fingers through his hair he tried to calm his emotions. He felt like his heart would burst out of his chest.

The way Audrey looked at him. Made him sad, but frightened of her, she looked broken.

Pacing the kitchen made him have a panic attack. He gasped for air, clawing at his throat he kept trying breathe slowly. His eyes watered up.

Everything started to turn black.

Was this it.

No one around to help him with his panic attack.

Steve promised him he would help him if he ever needed it. But this time he wasn’t around. And he was at a loss with everyone. No one accepted his apology for what he did to Audrey.

The cold floor cooled his overheated body. Lying in silence alone. He deserved to be alone.

“But wait?”

Soft warm hands caressed his face. Brushing the stray hairs out of his face. He felt at peace.

Then in the darkness he hears her.

Hearing her hum to him was what grounded him when he was at his worse.

He couldn’t help but cry in her arms.

He felt tears fall on his face. Just as he opened his eyes he saw her “his girl”

“Audrey”

“I Hate You”

“I Fuckin Hate That My Heart Aches For You”

“I’m human and I have emotions and I care for you”

“I can’t let you suffer like this. I saw my dad. I loved him so much he was the only person that mattered to me. But he’s gone. And I promised him to make things right.”

Audrey tried to hold back a sob. She started to sob uncontrollably while holding Bucky in her lap.

“I can’t keep hating you the way I did. I forgive you. But I choose Eddie.”

“I love him.”

“Eddie Brock I love him.”

“I forgive you”

“The pain you put me through made me realize how delicate my heart is and how dangerous I am if I stay here. I’m a different. And being different can be dangerous. Eddie and I are alike. He has a beautiful soul.”

“And I love him.”

“If I lose him then I will lose myself. I will become unstoppable, dangerous, fueled by grief and anger.”

“Take care of yourself please forget about me. Stop hanging onto the past let me go.”

Audrey leaned down to Bucky’s forehead with a kiss she put him to sleep.

“Forgive me father. I had to do it”

Audrey walked away.

Holding Cells

The sound of the door closing in the holding cell area echoed in the room Tony and Steve stood in.

“Oh my god, what have you done?”

Audrey ran to his glass wall. Where Eddie slumped over covered in sweat, he shivered uncontrollably.

In another room Venom jumped all over his glass cell. Trying to reach Eddie.

“Eddie, My Love?”

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?”

“I wouldn’t do that kiddo?”

Tony interrupted over the intercom.

“You’re A Fuckin Monster Stark!”

“Am I Though? You’re boyfriend here is a murderer?”

Tony stared at Audrey aggressively through the glass window.

“Let him go?”

“He didn’t do anything wrong, he didn’t hurt anyone?”

Tears streaming down her face. She held back her transformation. The anger was building up against her. Her blood boiled.

“Audrey Darling This Is Your Last Warning”

Tony chimes in on the intercom.

Wanda, Sam and Bruce, Natasha walked into the room Tony and Steve were in. They all disagreed with the decisions that the guys made about Eddie.

Tony and Steve presented their argument. But Wanda had a peek in Eddie’s memories. There she saw the carnage that Venom had done to some bank robbers and some prisoners.

After she witnessed the carnage the Venom had done. She sided with Tony and Steve about sending Eddie to the Raft. She was against it at first but she saw what he was capable of. And it frightened her.

Bruce didn’t want to take a side. He had a soft spot for Audrey in his heart. He couldn’t bare another moment of hurting Audrey. He walked away with his heart in his hands.

Sam thought about both arguments. But seeing what Eddie was he agreed to have Eddie sent to The Raft. Seeing that it was best for Audrey and the safety of everyone around him. He couldn’t look at Audrey. Having to side with Tony and Steve he simply walked away.

Natasha argued with Steve and Tony about the decision they were making. When everyone noticed that Bucky wasn’t around.

Steve ran out of the room. Looking through the hall’s, balcony, the kitchen and living he didn’t see him. Running down the hall to his room he bursted into Bucky’s room he found him lying down in his room. Cold to the touch he tried to wake him but he was lost in a dream like state. He started to panic thinking he lost his best friend. He stormed back to the holding cell area. He grab Audrey by the neck choking her.

“What did you do to him?”

Steve lifted Audrey off the ground. Tears running down his face.

“He’s sleeping.”

Audrey trying to get lose from Steve grip.

But her eyes turned black she started to transform right in front of everyone. She overpowered Steve grip on her neck.

Dropping to her knees she looked up. Her eyes glowed black and red. Her fangs stuck out. Her fingers had turned black.

“I trusted you all and this is how we end things?”

Feel free to comment and reblog. Thank you for reading. 🖤🖤❤️❤️

#marvel fanfic writer #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #marvel fanfic series #marvel fanfiction #bucky angst #eddie brock #venom #read more #eddiebrockxfemcharacter #buckyxfemcharacter

[duskkodesh]

The Absolute Best Morbius Comic Art

So since I did that post on my least favorite artists that have drawn Morb I have to do the opposite and show my absolute favorites. This sadly will only include comic art which means three of my favorite artists will be excluded as they’d only done covers but I doubt you all want to hear me gush over Kyle Hotz, Ryan Brown, and Ivan Shavrin, for hours with like one or two jpegs to show you. Also not included are my mutuals because Oh My LORD is some of the fanart on Tumblr fantastic! Nope, have to stick to official comic art only. Maybe later I’ll do a post of my favorite standalone pieces of comic art but I would feel weird reposting fanart (even with links and credits of course) Also this was SO hard to put into an order. I wracked myself over the numbering. I’m still leaning towards going back and changing it I love these artists so much!

10: Larry Lieber. I absolutely fell in love with the way he’s drawn in the newspaper strips and while the artist for the Sunday strips is also amazing it was Larry Lieber’s art that really got me. It looks vintage but is pretty damn new (2011), has great lines, perfect face, emotion I just *Chef’s kiss*

9: Max Douglas. Remember that I said one of my fave Morb short stories in both art and content was in Morbius #25? It’s this story: Drainage System of which Max Douglas did the art. It’s gritty but clear, the backgrounds are full of details. The art carries the exact mood of the story and I have been rereading it fondly since 1994. The main story of this issue is.... ehhhhhhh but it is worth picking up just for Drainage System. 

8: Marcelo Ferreira. Artist for most of the 2019 series and an absolute talent! His work is gritty and makes Morb ugly in the best most apropos way. Love his heavy use of thick block shadows to define form, and he’s a genius when it comes to fabric folds and hair. This is one of two artists on this list I own a piece from (A page of the 2019 series issue 5) and I wish I could have gotten more.

7: Ron Wagner. Needless to say his art absolutely made the 1990′s series (up until he split due to conflict with the writer) and it was one of the big reasons I initially picked up the comic. If Marvel had picked another artist i don’t know if nine-year old me would have put that book in my arms and marched to the register. I do own a piece from him too. A page of the 90′s series, Human Morb getting mugged because that page was one of my favorites. Hoping to see him at a con one day so I can bring it to him.

6: Tom Reilly: Artist of the 2021 issue Bond of Blood. Retro style again, very much inspired by Gil Kane’s original work and I love it. This is a pure winner of a comic with so much drama in it and they found the perfect artist. Morb is all lean lines here which is my preferred frame for him, large red eyes, stark detail. It’s just a visual treat!

5: Tony Moore. Oh Tony Moore of the Punisher Frankencastle arc how I love your art, let me count the ways! 1. Amazing details in every inch, 2. Crazy crammed backgrounds, 3. Perfect facial expressions, 4. Style that harkens back to old school horror, 5. fluid motion, amazing lighting details, 6. The hatching! The shading! I have to stop or I could gush forever.

4: Guiseppe Camuncoli of the ASM No Turning Back arc. This man. This man right here! Everyone he draws. EVERYONE is a visual feast. He cuts back on the shading I normally crave but makes up for it in starkly contrasted linework with full detail. The way he draws Morb’s eyes is so unique but it works! The facial lines, the fabric folds, and the facial expressions are so perfect! 

3: Gil Kane. I know, making him #3 when he invented the aesthetics of the character is me being harsh. It’s just that there are two artists I love so very much in style just for my tastes. Still Gil Kane is arguably the basis for all good Morb art and his splash pages are so amazing that I own three wearing copies of that T-shirt with one on it. I wear them to work. I have no shame in my love for Morbius or for Gil Kane.

2: Kev Walker, the artist for Marvel Zombies 4. This was a hard decision but I love his style on Morbius so much. The glowing eyes, the formation of his cheekbones. His claws, teeth, expressions they are just perfect to me. He’s a bit buff in this series but I chalked that up to ARMOR actually feeding him regularly instead of him skipping meals. This entire four part story is great, and it’s worth it on art alone even if zombies aren’t your jam.

1: Without a doubt in my mind ‘Slammin’ Sonny Trinidad. A Filipino artist who worked for Marvel in the 70′s he often inked others work but he penciled my favorite comic of all time and in my opinion he did it better than anyone could have hoped to. This is my favorite Morbius, with Kane’s eye style but soft pencil detail, hatched shading, and so much emotion in every single panel you see him in. This beats out every dead stare sarcastic tone rendition of Morbius I have ever seen. Celso ‘Sonny’ Trinidad passed in 2009 and will forever be missed. 

#Morbius #Morbius The Living Vampire #Marvel Comics #Marvel #Comic art #Comic artists #GOAT artists #I love them all

[like-what-the-fuck-scoob]

Marvel Character x Reader Imagines -

How You Cuddle (Marvel Men Part 2):

This post includes: Scott, Vision, T'Challa, Peter Q, Marc, Steven.

Please see Part 1 for: Tony, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Stephen, Bruce, Thor, Loki, Clint, Peter P.

Summary: Male Marvel character x reader. A series of short imagines about how each male Marvel character would cuddle their significant other. You can read all the characters, or just scroll down until you find your comfort character 💜

Warnings: None, just fluff and cuddles!

A/N: Marvel women will be in a separate post! Please let me know if you like this style of writing and I will continue to make more 'imagines'.

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Scott Lang:

Scott's cuddles are spontaneous. You never know when you're going to feel his arms collide with yours. Sitting and watching a movie? Before you know it, Scott's picked you up and placed your head on his lap, stroking your hair as you finish the film. Washing the dishes? Not for long, because not even half way through you feel a pair of long arms snake around your waist pulling you close, the light breeze of his breath against your neck as he snuggles into your back. Scott's like an excitable puppy when he's around you, and his cuddles definitely show that.

Vision:

Cuddles with Vision are a journey. At the beginning of your relationship, he didn't really know what to do. He knew he felt love for you, he knew he wanted to protect you. When you cried, he knew deep in his workings that you needed to be held, as if something was tugging on his metallic heart strings. When you bounded over to him with your arms wide open, an instinct told him to do the same. You had to be patient with Vision especially at the start of your connection - "is this right, love?" He would ask as he slipped an arm around your waist as you watched a movie together. Now, in a settled partnership with your lover, Vision is almost a professional. After months of learning his way around your needs, he adores having you laying on his chest, his right hand curled around your shoulder, while the other rubs circles on your back, or supports a book he gently reads aloud, to calm you down after a long day.

T'Challa:

T'Challa's cuddles are extremely protective. As you lay with him in Wakanda, his Princess, on his king sized bed, his muscular arms grasp you tightly against his body. From behind, he curls his hand around your side and places it gently on your stomach, whilst the other intertwines through your hair. Spooning you close, he leans down, his breath on the tips of your ears as he whispers "Hey baby, I got you. I know there's a scary wide world out there, but here, with me, with my people, I will keep you safe." Kissing your forehead, you feel his body shift and he moves in closer, pressing his front to your back as you drift into sleep.

Peter Quill:

"Babeeeeee?" Your boyfriends voice catches you off guard. You turn your head to find a pouting Peter sprawled out on the sofa, his arms stretched across the back of the furniture, almost as if he wanted to make space for something... or someone. Bounding over to the sofa, you see his eyes light up with adoration as you lay your body across his lap - your head by one of his arms, and your legs touching the other. As he runs his fingers through your hair and admires you draped over his midsection, he exhales deeply. "What's wrong?" You ask. "Nothing kitten, I just needed a cuddle from my favourite person"

Marc Spector:

Living with Marc can certainly have its challenges - one of those being trying to help your boyfriend express his emotions to you, especially during cuddles. When you cuddle with Marc, you like to focus on him, allowing him to use this opportunity of intimacy and love for honesty and vulnerability, the inaudible chatter on the television acting as nothing but white noise as you fixate on your boyfriend. Laying on your bed, facing each other, your arms draped over each others waists, legs intertwined, your foreheads almost touching, you try to bring out his sensitive side. All you want to do is learn more about him, and what makes your boyfriend the person he is today. The quiet is heart breaking. "Stop baby." He would press, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he felt your disappointment, before rolling over and turning off the light. "There's nothing to talk about." But in the darkness of the night, you felt a light wetness as Marc pressed his lips to yours, his face hovering above yours and his arms held you tightly. "I'm sorry baby. I love you. I promise I'll tell you everything."

Steven Grant:

Cuddles with Steven are never the same. All he wants to do is make you happy - his worst fear being that you become tired or even bored of the relationship. So he always tries to shake things up and give you differnt types of cuddles, to truly show that he thinks about you every moment. To him, you're not predictable, you're not just 'routine.' "Okay. Umm-Uh, roll over for me." Giggling to yourself, you rolled away from your lover, to feel him tightly pack himself close to your body, pressing his stomach to your back. The next day, when you came home stressed, you found Steven sitting in bed with his legs apart, patting the space in between them. Cautiously, you clambered into his lap. "Great. Now um, here." Fumbling over his words, your anxious boyfriend gently uncrossed your legs and wrapped them around his back. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and burrowed your face into his neck, relaxing your body after a long and hard day, clinging onto the brunette like a sloth. "There you go angel, better now."

#marvel fanfiction #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #scott lang x reader #vision x reader #t'challa x reader #peter quill x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #fluff #marvel fluff

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

It’s The Avengers (04x08)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 4 Episode 08: Unfair Practices

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline   Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of the housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: an idiot sonovabich with bad intentions for our girl and a...um...thing we’ve been waiting for?

Word Count: I had no idea that when the gases in your intestines had no way to escape they could make various parts of your body hurt where you never thought gases could reach. Yes I am feeling the acidity in my chest tonight

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

"That's that for the class. You may talk to David and I'll be available on Wednesday for any queries." The camera panned out of the professor's face to take in a smug David leaning on the lectern at the end of the platform.  "Uh, professor, may I talk to you about the Oedipus complex subsection in the chapter?" The camera focused on Tamikah, the ace student in the class sitting in the front row. "I'd rather clarify my doubts from someone who can make me understand the complexity as a researcher rather than a man baby who thinks the complex is the ultimate truth of the world." The entire class chuckled. David gave a chuckle with a tik in his jaw. Javier even caught the professor suppressing a smile before indicating for Tamikah to follow him to his office. "Ugh, women," David whispered, "Everyone please submit your assignments. The grades will be up on Wednesday morning." The camera turned towards the back of the class to find your figure lost in your notebook, your face resting on your palm while the other hand doodled something on the pages as you tried to hide a smile.  "Earth to Y/N," Yusuf whispered, calling you out of whatever trance you were experiencing before pulling out your assignment from beneath your notebook and walking down the lecture hall towards David. A millisecond of fear flashed in your eyes and you looked for the camera.

You: *biting your lip* he looked at my notebook, Javi. God, he must be judging me so much right now! *you look behind the camera* oh! *Open your notebook and show him the doodles* *camera pans in to show the last page having incoherent scribbles with a couple of horns here and there along with a few flowers scattered across* *camera pans out* *silence* *you blink* *you gasp* what do you mean you don't get it. I could not have been more obvious!

You joined Yusuf near the platform, giving him a friendly slap on the back before wrapping your arm around his shoulder. "Should we grab lunch at Erma's? I'm craving their jelly doughnuts," you asked your friend as you both began to head out of the lecture hall.  The camera made it a point to show the transparency of emotions on David's face when you did that. Yusuf was more than happy to be in your company. "Please submit your assignment on your own, Miss Y/N," David calls you out in front of the class, "rather than running your errands through your classmates. It reflects how least interested you are about the work you are putting in receiving a good grade." You ignored him.  Someone in class shouted, "She's not interested in you, man. Move on." Neither you nor the camera felt the need to turn back and see what David was feeling right now.

 The Lounge The camera sat next to Wanda as she lay her head on the cold kitchenette island all the while groaning. Scott came from the elevator, drenched in sweat and glowing from the workout. "Upset stomach? I got some tablets in my room ever since Y/N introduced me to those orgasmic Korean recipes." "No," Wanda whimpered and went back to her groaning. Gulping down a bottle of cucumber water, Scott took a huge gulp of air before looking back at Wanda. "What's wrong? Magic gone bad?" The camera panned in on her face. The groaning stopped, her lips pouted the saddest pout imaginable and tears welled up in her eyes. "No," she finally sobbed. Fear seemed to cloud Scott's eyes as the bottle was carelessly dropped in the sink and Scott bent down, placing his hands gently on her hair to caress it. "Hey! Hey! What happened?" The tears didn't stop. "Nothing happened," came a small cry out of her before her voice cracked and the sobbing got worse.

Vision: *trying to adjust himself in his seat* Wanda has threatened me not to say anything but I'm worried for her. She had a nightmare yesterday and kept saying 'no!', 'No, you Glupyy bog!'  *shrugs* I don't know which bog is trying to hurt her but *camera pans in onto his serious face* that bog better be ready to...grab these hands. *looks behind the camera* Oh...catch! That bog better be ready to catch these hands! *shows his hands*

The camera swerved to watch Tony enter the Lounge, pausing his conversation on the phone and observing Wanda. "I'll call you back." He turned to Scott and pointed towards Wanda's figure with a tilt of his head. Scott shrugged. "Should I send for some Sokovian delicacies?" Tony asked her softly. "Or should I teach Vision to stop sleeping while standing in corner of your room?" "No, he doesn't do that anymore," Wanda wailed through her sobs, wiping her tears but still not getting up from the kitchen island. "Tony," she gasped a little, forcing the man to bend down and face her, "no matter what happens, all you need to do is give a hug." Tony tilted his head in confusion. Before he could ask her anything, Wanda's hand came for his collar and pushed his face closer to hers.  "Do you hear me Tony?!" she wailed, swollen eyes bearing into the man. "Just a hug." Tony gulped and nodded, bringing his arms around to hug her. "NOT ME, DAMMIT!" Wanda yelled, the lens feeling a little tremble and Tony immediately pulled back, his hands up and away.

University Library The camera sneakily walked across the library, trying to avoid the students and book racks, looking for someone. One corner of the library had a familiar figure hunched on a huge book opened upon a stack of more books. "Yeah, I think I found something," you whispered into your cellphone, "I'll text you pictures right away." Yusuf joined you with three more books. "Oh, by the way-" you thanked Yusuf through your facial expressions- "Friday could have done this faster than me." The camera came closer and was able to hear the voice at the other end. "The comms went down and the ship's system was ridden with malware because SOMEONE thought it would be a great idea to download Minecraft from an unknown pop-up in the ship's system." You furrowed your brows before the realisation hit you. "Thor." "I was bored and had no games on my phone!" Thor yelled back. "Friday's trying to fight the malware and reboot the system but we don't have enough time on our hands right now. These weirdos have started chanting some bizarre ritual and have started shooting at our ship. Text me the pictures and we'll try to figure out how to fight this cult." "Oh, okay. Is Loki there too?" It took you a second of locking eyes with the camera to realise what you had just said. "Uh-he said he was going to go to the city with Peter." All you could hear was incoherent chants in the back while Thor tried to curse the bad guys away. You facepalmed yourself hard and let out a muted curse. Gripping your lower lip in between your teeth for a stretched second, you blurted, "I needed some menstrual cups."

You: I COULD HAVE SAID ANYTHING ELSE!!! *wide-eyed glaring at the camera* ANY. THING. ELSE!!!! *The camera pans in on every word* *you groan and hide in your hands* *The camera pans out to show college kids passing you by with confused looks on their faces* *one of them offers you orange soda*

"Loki's not here," Natasha finally stated. "Oh, cool." You wanted to bury yourself in your arms. "I'll keep sending you whatever I can find. 'Kay bye." "Loki as in the God?" Yusuf whispered, sitting right next to you. You nodded. It took you a good few seconds to realise your friend did not know about your family. "Cool," he exclaimed before you could add anything, "can you thank him from my side the next time you see him? He's been a lot of help in my term project." Your furrowed brows and tilted head looked at him and then at the camera. And then back at him. "Excuse me? He did what?"

 Somewhere in the University Grounds Natasha ended the call with you and switched off the device blaring the chants and Thor's voice. "Y/N is kind to a fault." She walked towards one of the apartment complexes with the camera following her.

Natasha: Loki really is out with Peter today. And Javier is out with Y/N. Today is the perfect chance for me to do some digging and find out about the missing days of their space travel. *looks at the person behind the camera* I know you want to know it as much as I do so I expect you to keep mum about what I'm about to do today. *The camera nods*

Natasha's red hair was now veiled in a golden-coloured wig. Her face was covered behind huge sunglasses and instead of her go-to jeans and shirt, she wore a flower dress.

The apartment manager gave her figure one look before stopping her from getting on the elevator. "Excuse me. Who are you and where do you think you are going?" the manager was a white lady with pixie-cut blonde hair, a wrinkled face with endless worry lines and rimmed glasses. "Oh! Hi! I am Dorothy! Javier's mother! I am letting myself in to clean up my precious baby's dorm. He's a good kid but he takes after his father and never cleans up his mess. I'm pretty sure his place is stanking right now. He didn't bring his clothes for a wash the previous weekend. Don't worry Mama's got the keys to his place and she's gonna leave it squeaky clean for her little angel." Natasha gave her biggest smile and a flawless New Jersey accent to the manager, who clearly was getting uncomfortable with every shoulder touch 'Javier's Mama' was making. "Would you like to come to help me clean the apartment? The more the better, right? Oh, that reminds me, my baby's out of clean undies." The manager was screwing her nose now. "No, thank you. Please, just go." Natasha pressed the elevator button and once against smiled at the flabbergasted manager. She waved her goodbye as the doors closed. "Nice to meet ya!" She announced as the doors clicked close, the New Jersey mom immediately reverting to her resting assassin face. "Not a word about this goes out." She glared at the camera through her sunglasses.

Walking out of the elevator on the fourth floor, she walked down the hallway and stopped in front of a door.  The camera focused on a device she pulled out of her dress pocket and stuck to the doorknob. The device clicked and whirred, blinking twice with a red light before turning green and clicking the door open for the assassin. The apartment had a modest living room cum kitchen with three rooms at the end. Setting the earlier device on the breakfast table, Natasha touched the edge of her sunglasses to switch on the reading mode on them. "Friday, scan the entire apartment for hard disks, flash drives, memory cards and any electronic equipment with a storage." "On it, Miss Romanoff," Friday chimed and began the scan right away.  Natasha grabbed two soda cans from the fridge, offering one to the person behind the camera. "And now we wait."

 Uni Library 4 PM "Huh. I had no idea Loki was a bookworm in that way!" Yusuf chuckled, offering you a sandwich before going back to clicking pictures of any relevant page that Natasha might need. You were still lost in his laptop, scrolling through the pages of research and citations, not able to believe the layers put into the paper. "He's amazing!" Yusuf almost fangirled too hard before going back to the usual whisper. "He even loaned me some limited editions and research papers that are either sitting in restricted sections of world libraries or at some rich asshole's home." The camera swerved from him to you, recording your fingers pausing the scrolling to look up from the screen. 

You: *raise a brow* Excuse me???

"Glad that instead of either of those options, it was in Mr Stark's library. How lucky am I to be able to hold the same books that Mr Stark has preserved so well!" Yusuf adds with starry eyes.

You: *wave of realisation* Oh! *smiles* okay. *walks away from the camera to throw the baseball bat in your hand into the nearest storage closet*

You nodded in approval. "Stark's going to kill him but yeah. He's golden for lending you those books." The camera did not miss the little smile growing on your lips that you tried hard to suppress. "He's a nice guy," Yusuf admitted, leaning back in his seat and smiling. "He often calls me up to ask me how I'm doing and sends me snacks during assignment hours." You let your head rest in your palm as you looked at Yusuf. "Aw! I didn't know that. That's so sweet." Yusuf was grinning now. "But I think he does this less for me and more for someone else." He twirled his finger in your direction. You smacked that twirling finger away. "Yeah, right." Yusuf licked his lips. "I mean-" he pulled his chair closer to the table, letting his arms rest on the surface and leaning his face in your direction- "he always asks about you. How you are doing? Whether you have eaten. If you are sitting alone somewhere, lost in thoughts. If you are enjoying your company. If you are enjoying your company...too much." This time you smacked him away from you, the slap on his back resonating through the silence of the library. Both of you did not move for the next ten seconds, wondering if anyone would come and chuck you out of there.  "We should go back to helping Natasha," you whispered eventually, going back to the books in front of you. "I think I should go back to helping that suppressed scream out of you." "One more word and my elbow will bring out a scream from your stomach."

 Avenger's Facility The camera focused on the duffel bag Natasha carried through the front doors of the building, heading straight for the security room. She emptied the contents of the bag on the centre table, letting the platform light up and scan all the storage drives and memory cards. "Pull up the contents on all of them, Friday." Friday put up the hologram screen to run all the devices simultaneously. Half of them had test runs of the documentary. Some had shots of the university campus and some had recordings of campus events. "Find me the one with Loki and Y/N's time in space. The missing timeline." Three seconds was all it took to filter out the rest and bring forward the footage with a blank screen. The camera stood opposite Natasha, recording a haze for where the screen was, looking right through at it at the curious assassin. The silence was deafening as both of them waited. There was static for a few seconds before the sound of heavy breathing echoed through the security room.  "Do not make me repeat myself," Loki's voice was more of a growl, followed by someone gurgling- as if fighting for their breaths. "Where. Is. She." The frame that was panned in on Natasha's face gradually noticed something. Her furrowed brows were slowly going back to their resting phase. Her usually pursed lips moved apart in a calculated surprise. But there was more. Her figure- earlier leaning on the table wanting to read every little movement on the camera footage- was standing straight and taking a step away from the table. Curdled laughter resonated through the screen, sending Natasha's eyes wide. "She's dead, your highness." The mockery in words was made worse by the maniacal laughter that followed. A boom shook the recording running on the screen, making Natasha jump where she stood. This time, there was horror in the assassin's eyes.

 University Campus: 0730 Hours "Sorry, Yusuf. Had I known everyone was out at some event now, I wouldn't have dragged you into this." You groaned and bent down with your hands folded in front of him. Yusuf cackled. "Are you kidding me? It was fun! I don't have a sister so I finally know what it's like to tease one about their crush. This is the best day on campus I've had." The boy glowed with happiness, forcing you to mirror his smile. "Thanks, bro," you chimed. "For teasing you?" "For not asking about the Avengers? For being chill about all of this." He smiled. "Aw, come on. I fangirled about them in front of Loki so I'm good now." Both of you giggled to your heart's content till it was time for you to leave. Assuring Yusuf you can go to the parking lot on your own, you bid goodbye and walked under the street lights towards the parking lot with Javi and his camera. "He's a nice guy, isn't he?" you hummed with a smile, skipping on the pavement. "Pretty nice," a familiar but unwelcoming voice came from the shrubs that decorated the pavement by the college building. The camera quickly turned in that direction, moving ahead of you. "David," your tired voice came from somewhere out of the frame. David looked at the camera and then behind it. "You should get out of here, kid. The adults are gonna have some grownup talk." The camera did not budge where it stood until your voice called for him. "It's okay, Javi. It won't take long."

Javier's camera did not miss the smug smirk David had on his face when you said it wouldn't take long. Standing in the parking lot about a few meters away from you and David, the camera was constantly focused on you while someone's phone keypad was clicking quite fast in the back as if texting someone in a hurry. "What do you want, David?" It was more of a tired plea than a question. "What do I want? What do you want, Y/N?" Your crinkled brows displayed wrinkles of befuddled emotions. "Submitting your assignments seconds before the deadline. Making the excuses of being out of town just so you can do the extra ones to submit them to me. Being overtly sassy during my lectures even when we both know you aren't. Wearing boots even though you prefer flats. Then coming into my lecture yesterday with your hair flowing in the wind and that blue sundress till your knees. I think I know where this is going, sweet cheeks." You had to take in a good gulp of breath to shake your whole body in bafflement at him. "What the f*** are you even talking about, David?" "Oh, I know a flirt wave when I see one, baby." With the amount of offence your brain had taken, you were barely able to form coherent sentences now. "I did not dress for you, you moron! I dressed for- why am I even explaining myself to you?!" "Deny it all you want, Y/N. You can't run away from the fact that you are falling for me all over again." Your offended features went back to their neutral self. Your lips shutting up and your eyes giving him an extremely offensive side, you walked away from him and towards Javi. But David was quick to grab your arm and pull you back to him. Even before you could let this sink in, his hands were already roaming on the small of your back. "It's okay, babygirl. No need to deny the inevitable," David purred. "You can have me back. You don't have to be so needy about it." "Oh, F*** OFF, DAVID!!" your patience was reaching its threshold. "Even the tick on the bug under my boot would not reconcile with a trash like you." You broke away from his hold. The camera panned in on the fallen face of David as he let your words sink in. "Not everything revolves around you. Something I should've known is not easy for you to understand," you declared while looking right into his eyes. David's eyes seemed darker than usual now. The street lamps cast an eerie shadow over his face when he stood there frozen for as long as a cricket chirp before grabbing you by the neck. You never had the time to react with the basic defence skills Natasha had taught you. Javier's camera almost made a dash for it before coming to an unexpected halt. David pushed you into the nearest side of a car in the lot, forcing a whimper out of you. "You think I'm a joke?" His grip got stronger, making you gnaw at his hands. "You f****g slut!" the camera caught David bringing your face closer to his, waiting to growl. "You whiny bi-" "The last person who tried to hurt her ended up with a broken neck." The camera zoomed in on the shadows behind David, trying to find the source of the voice when it caught a pair of glowing golden eyes with a green hue. The God stepped into the light, pausing all movement within seven feet of his radius. Loki never had to spell it out. The mercilessly brutal gaze seared a nauseating feeling into David, compelling him to push you away from him. You felt your ankle twist, not able to bring back the balance in your leg if not for Loki breaking your fall. The God placed his hand on your back and let his eyes survey your neck for any injuries.

The camera slowly closed the distance between you and Javi, focusing on Loki's eyes. The sombre concern saw something on you that brought back that nauseating rage in his eyes. "I should have been more clear for this slow excuse of a human disgrace-" Loki's whisper tried to suppress his lungs as he turned towards David- "broken neck would be too easy a death for him." The camera was a bit too focused on the colours fading from David's skin to notice why he was suddenly backing away from you and your company. Loki's back was towards the camera. No way to record what he looked like. Only that he took two steps towards the man to send the latter running for his life while you grabbed the God by the waist. "Let him be. Loki, stop," you commanded. But within seconds you were begging him when he tried to undo your hold as gently as possible. "Please, let him go." "He hurt you, Y/N," Loki was not even looking at you. "I don't care. Just please don't do anything," you kept wrapping your arms around him and blocking his way. "It's alright," he calmly responded, still trying to walk in his direction, "he won't be able to do anything by sunrise." The camera caught a wave of fear in your eyes. Without another thought, you locked your arms around him as tightly as possible and shouted, "Wanda! Take us home!" With a wave of red plasmic energy, you disappeared before the camera. So did Loki.  Another wave hit the camera and everything turned black.

 The Lounge Scott whistled the theme of La Cucaracha in the kitchenette as he fetched himself an ice cream tub. "You want one, buddy?" he asked the person behind the camera sitting at the dining table at the other end of the lounge. Fetching another bowl, he walked towards the camera when a wave of red plasmic waves filled the lounge area. Scott found himself jumping behind the sofa. So did the camera. But unlike Scott, the camera peeped from behind the sofa to see you and Loki standing in the middle of the lounge while Javi presented himself out of thin air in the kitchenette, bumping into cabinets before finding a steady ground for his shaky legs. "What? Why did you do that Y/N?" Loki was ticked. The peripheral of the camera caught Scott raising his head to look at you two with peak curiosity. "So, I'd rather let you run behind him and beat him to death?" you responded on the same wavelength as the God. "He deserves it for being such a bloody scum." Loki was on the verge of grinding his teeth now. "I don't care what he deserves, Loki. Okay? This isn't space! You cannot just go about getting your way here! People are watching you!" Your assertion came out more loudly than you expected. "People can watch me punch the Midgardian soil out of him! Why should I care who's watching me!!" Loki was enraged now. Scott scooted back into the shade of the sofa at the first emphatic syllable in Loki's voice. "BECAUSE I CARE!!" you announced at the limit of your lungs. "I care too much about you to let some awful people brand you something you are not! Okay? I care about you too f*****g much to see you get so riled up by a pathetic loser. I-" The camera zoomed in on your expression. The weight of your own words dawned upon you abruptly while Loki stood there in a confused void. The camera made sure to catch Scott's jaw hitting the floor at your confession while you tried to gather your emotions. You did not speak. It looked like you didn't want to. "What?" Loki's voice went soft. And that did it for you. "I like you, Loki," your voice confessed delicately; your fingers pressing the life out of each other, "I like like you. Too much."

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the way we were / the way we are - chapter 10 - back in my body

summary: your life isn’t normal, but normalcy is underrated. more familiar faces, and a twist you don’t see coming.

warnings: a bit more heartache 😩

a/n: glazed over most of avengers and went almost straight to winter soldier but can u blame me? c’mon.

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It’s even harder to get used to the brand new world when everything you see is a technicolor picture through a perfect lens. Steve doesn’t let up his visits and lists even when they have you moved to a S.H.I.E.L.D. facility upstate, wanting to monitor you more closely before letting you off on your own. Tony had no question you’d been fixed for good, but Fury wanted proof for himself.

“It’s just a precaution,” he’d declared at the meeting that was held after you were healthy enough to be released from the medical ward.

They hadn’t wanted to include you in the meeting at first, and a few eyes had looked your way when you followed Steve into the room. But Fury had just nodded his head when Steve had said sternly, “she stays.”

Tony had spoken up after Fury. “If it’s just a precaution, it needs a timeline. Y/N stays here under medical watch for the next month, then if she chooses, she can relocate to the Avengers Tower.”

“Deal,” Fury replied.

“I want it in writing,” Tony shot back, looking over and giving you a wink. “Air-tight, Nicholas.”

Fury rolled his eye.

Steve visits a few times a week, and each time, you cross another movie off your constantly growing list. You’ve got decades to get through. He also helps you figure out your phone – after the serum, you didn’t need the user guide, but social media was a mystery to you – and some nights, you play Scrabble. (Steve is shockingly good at the game, but he lets you win the first few times.)

After your first few days on the S.H.I.E.L.D facility, you’re introduced to Maria Hill, your handler. As part of Fury’s deal with Tony, Maria was assigned to essentially watch you day-to-day. You were given a schedule, certain blocks of time to do certain things for the first few days. Then, you could make it up as you pleased and had mostly free reign of the facility, but still needed to report back to Maria and tell her what you’d done each day. When you relocated, Fury wanted weekly updates for six months.

The first schedule they give you has a two hour block towards the end of the day that just says STEVE, and it makes you giggle.

While you’re at the facility, Tony visits on the weekend. He’s the only one you’ve told – besides Steve of course – about your ability to see the inner mechanics of things. He thinks it’s fascinating, and every time he visits, he brings a new piece of an Iron Man suit and other devices for you to decipher. Sometimes you can talk him into a game of Scrabble, and he kicks your ass every time.

You really like the internet. You read historical journals like it’s going out of style – Tony assure you it isn’t – and spend some time sifting through the few articles that have been written about Steve’s reappearance and subsequent participation in the battle of New York. People have mixed emotions regarding the Avengers, it would seem.

“Work on your combat skills with Rogers,” Tony tells you, “and I’ll consider making you an honorary Avenger.” He’s half-joking. You think.

Regardless, you listen to him. Steve’s visits become longer, and you spend more and more time in the training ring with him. He teaches you how to spar, grapple, hook, block, throw. The movements come easily, and you discover a decent amount of strength behind them. More than decent; you’re nearly as strong as Steve.

When your month is up at the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility, you relocate to the Avengers Tower, as promised. Your schedule is mainly the same; a lot of reading, a lot of training. Only now, large portions of your day is spent in Tony’s lab. His designs are even more fascinating when you see the Iron Man suits in person, and Tony even allows you to deconstruct and rebuild one of his earlier marks.

At the Avengers Tower, you have even more free reign than you know what to do with. New York is still recovering, and Steve takes you on a tour of your old borough.

Barnes & Noble is twice the size as you remember it. Steve tells you are more than ten other locations in the city. It makes your heart, to know that the family business had only grown.

A different family lives in the house you grew up in now. The exterior of the house looks completely different than you remember; you only know it’s the right spot because of it’s place on the map. Something about standing there makes your knees shake, and Steve puts a steady arm around your shoulders, and whispers, “I know.”

You go for lunch most days, walk through Central Park, try as many different latte flavours you can. Steve brings a friend to lunch one day, and you have the pleasure of meeting Natasha Romanov, who seems a bit wary of you at first, but warms up to you by the time your meal is over. She offers to give you a few combat lessons of her own.

“Have you ever noticed that men never involve their legs in a fight?” she says to you. “They’re all about throwing punches. Granted, I’ve seen Steve flip a car with one hand, but even so. You’ve got the strength, and the acrobatics add flare.”

You stay in the Tower a few more months, watching New York clean itself up from the battle. Tony starts a few outreach programs and you volunteer for a while, happy to feel useful.

When Steve announces his plans to move to Washington, D.C., you’re quick to follow. You like your space at the Tower, but you feel the anxiousness in your stomach to see more. You’ve been asleep for seventy years, there’s so much to do. And the number of museums in the US capital makes you excited.

You sleep on Steve’s couch for a while, spend your days wandering the city. But the reprieve is short lived. When you hear about Tony’s mishap in Malibu, you’re quick to get on a plane. Actually, Tony sends his private jet to collect you. It’s a very different plane ride than what you’re used to, but being in the air still sets your teeth on edge.

You remember all too well what had happened the last time you were on a plane. When you decided to move from New York to Washington with Steve, you’d requested you drive instead of fly. Steve quickly agreed.

Tony is a mess. Every one of his suits is gone, and he’s a post-traumatic mess, freshly recovered from surgery to remove the arc reactor and shrapnel from his chest. “If you tell me to go to therapy, I might lose my mind,” he says as soon as you arrive at the penthouse. “You’d be the fifth person today.”

“I didn’t say anything,” you respond, lifting a shoulder. “You asked, I came. You wanna talk about it, I’ll listen. You saved my life, Tony. Whatever you need.”

What he needs, he decides, is to work. You set about helping him with a complete remodel of his suit. And working gets Tony talking. Which is good, you think. He seems a bit lighter the more he tells you. You don’t have much to offer in terms of advice, but he tells you that just listening is more than enough.

You share a bit about your nightmares. He seems to get it.

You meet Pepper for the first time, and instantly love her. She has a way of keeping Tony in line like no one you’d ever seen.

You love the sun and beaches down south, but when Steve sends you a picture of the upcoming Captain America exhibit opening at the Smithsonian, you’re back on the plane to Washington. Tony loans you his private jet once more. You’re a little less nervous this time around.

Steve wants to stay under the radar, and goes in undercover, but you’re able to enter freely. It’s not common knowledge that you were aboard the Valkyrie all those years ago, nor that you were frozen as long as Steve. Or that Tony had fixed you, and inadvertently unlocked complex powers within you. Or the original serum had. You weren’t quite sure, and neither was Tony. Regardless, your face isn’t recognizable compared to Captain America’s. You’re a walking secret.

The exhibit is bustling with people, and a narrator talks overhead. A symbol to the nation. A hero to the world. The story of Captain America is one of honour, bravery, and sacrifice.

Steve’s face is everywhere, images of him pre- and post-serum, along with his body measurements before and after.

Denied enlistment due to poor healthy, Steven Rogers was chosen for a program unique in the annals of American Warfare. One that would transform him into the world’s first super soldier.

Did that make you the second? Or the third? Was Bucky the second? Were there others?

Along the back wall, there’s a large platform holding mannequins all dressed in the uniforms of each Howling Commandos. The one in the centre dons Steve’s original uniform, the uniform you’d designed with Howard in 1943. The one to its right wears the heavy blue jacket you’d created to keep your husband safe. It hadn’t worked.

Battle tested, Captain America and his Howling Commandos quickly earned their stripes. Their mission, taking down HYDRA, the Nazi rogue science division.

There’s a painting on the wall behind the mannequins, Bucky’s face among them. Your eyes glance over it, but it still feels like a punch in the gut. You spin on your heel, only to come face to face to the portion of the exhibit dedicated to the late Bucky Barnes.

Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable on both the schoolyard and battlefield. Barnes is the only Howling Commando to give his life in service of his country.

There’s a video clip, playing on a loop on a screen. Bucky and Steve, standing side by side, laughing about something. You recognize the moment; you’d been standing off screen, making faces at your husband. Bucky couldn’t keep it together, and Steve was ribbing him for it.

You’re about to tumble to the floor when there’s a strong hand on your arm, keeping you upright. “C’mon.”

He takes you into a room with a row of seats and a projector. A familiar face is shown on the wall, being interviewed.

“That was a difficult winter,” Peggy says. She looks older, but still the same. Still as powerful as you remember. “A blizzard had trapped half our battalion behind the German line. Steve…” She pauses. “Captain Rogers, he fought his way through the HYDRA blockade that had pinned our allies down for months. He saved over a thousand men, including the man who would…who would become my husband as it turned out. Even after he died, Steve was still changing my life.”

Your jaw is nearly on the floor, and you turn to look at Steve, who is clutching his compass in his hand, looking down at the picture of Peggy Carter as you remember her, tucked inside the cover.

You put a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Let’s go home.”

+

You’ve barely settled onto the couch back at Steve’s apartment when he starts pacing the living room, clearly antsy. You watch him from your spot, ready for him to start talking. You’re ready to listen. “I’m going out,” he announces after a moment, and disappears out the door without another word, leaving you alone in the apartment.

Your night is spent on the couch, an extra large pepperoni pizza from the joint around the corner on your lap and your latest Netflix binge on the TV. You were making quick work of the historical fiction section, and had run out of Game of Thronesepisodes to watch. You send Tony a few texts, just to check in, and he replies with emojis that take you way too long to decipher.

Steve returns home just after midnight. You’re still perched on the couch, pizza long finished and an open bottle of wine on the table. You can’t get drunk, Steve had told you, but you liked the taste. And you’d stocked Steve’s kitchen with a few of your favourites. He’s silent as he takes a seat on the couch beside you. Wordlessly, you hand him your wine glass. He takes a small sip and hands it back. “‘73?”

You glance at the bottle on the table, smirking. “‘74. Good guess though.”

“You okay?” he asks, slinging an arm across the back of the couch behind you. “I didn’t realize they’d have a display just for him. I would have warned you if I’d known.”

Your jaw ticks and you just nod. “It’s okay. It’s right, that people know who he was. What he did. What he sacrificed.” You swallow hard. “I still hear his screams in my sleep. It’s the one thing I can’t shut off.”

Steve’s fingers brush your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault,” you say, blinking hard, unsure where the words are coming from but letting them out anyway. “He never would have been on that train if I hadn’t…”

“It’s not your fault,” Steve says quickly, adjusting himself on the couch and turning his body towards you. You tuck your knees up under you, one hand over your mouth. “You were kidnapped. You didn’t know what Zola would do. You had no way of knowing.”

“If I had never gone to Italy with you,” you whisper out. “If I had just stayed-”

“Don’t do that,” Steve says, and his arm slips from the back of the couch and settles around your shoulders. He pulls you into his broad chest and you tuck your head beneath his chin. “We can’t know what could have been. We just have to deal with what is. But it’s not your fault.”

You’re silent for a long moment, the only sound in the apartment coming from the TV.

And then he speaks. “Y/N, I have to tell you something.”

You lift your head from his chest, pulling back so you can see his face. “What?”

“When I left,” he says, his gaze dropping, “earlier. I…I went to see Peggy.”

Your eyes go wide. “You…what? Peggy is still alive?”

He nods, his face dripping with sadness. “She is. But she…she has Alzheimer’s. Her memory comes and goes; I visit when I can.” A small smile tugs at his lips. “She’s always happy to see me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask.

Steve sighs. “You’d lost enough. We both had. And coming back to all of this, I just…” He shakes his head. “I should have told you. But she’s alive.”

“That’s why you wanted to come to Washington,” you say, and Steve just nods. “Because she’s here.”

“Yes,” he replies. “But when I saw her today, I told her about you. I told her everything. She was so happy. She wants to see you, if you-”

You nod, enthusiastic. “Yes. Oh my god, yes, of course I will.”

The next morning, Steve calls the home Peggy is in, sets up some time for you to visit in the evening. The two of you eat breakfast together, but the Steve disappears out the door shortly after, heading to the Triskelion – the giant rounded building that houses S.H.I.E.L.D.’s D.C. headquarters – to finish up some mission reports. You spend most of the day working on a design for Tony, using the gigantic, way too fancy tablet he’d gifted you before you’d returned to Washington. You leave after dinner, heading out of the apartment and locking the door behind you. Steve is still out.

You run into Steve’s neighbour in the hallway, a pretty blonde in teal-coloured scrubs. Steve had told you her name was Kate, and that they’d shared a few conversations since she’d moved in.

“Hi,” she says to you, extending a hand when you turn away from the now-locked door. “I’m Kate. Been meaning to introduce myself.”

“Y/N,” you reply, taking her hand and shaking it. “You live in the building?”

“Across the hall,” she says, pointing towards her own door.

You nod. “Steve isn’t home, if you’re looking for him.

“Oh.” She blushes, looking down at her shoes. “I wasn’t. But you’re…are you and Steve…?” She trails off, but the question is clear enough.

“Oh god, no,” you say quickly, but throw up a hand at her confused expression. “Steve is great, don’t get me wrong. He’s amazing, but he’s…” You’re faltering, searching for an excuse. “We’re just friends.”

“Ah,” she responds, giving you a smile. “That’s good to know.”

“I have to go,” you say, pointing towards the stairs, “but we should get a coffee or something sometime. I could use a girlfriend in the city.”

Kate grins at you. “Sounds like a plan.”

You smile back, give a little awkward wave, and then head down the steps.

+

Peggy’s face lights up as soon as you walk through the door.

Her nurse had gone in first, told her you were there. They wanted to gauge her reaction first before letting you in.

“Look at you,” she says as you step inside. Her hair is grey, still curled like it was back in 1945, and though her face has aged seventy years, you can still see the Agent Carter you remember. “You’re just as beautiful as I remember you. After all this time.”

“Hi, Peggy,” you reply, giving her a smile. You cross the room slowly, take the chair at her bedside. She reaches for your hand and you clasp both of yours around hers.

“When Steve told me,” she continues, eyes still wide, tracing over your face, “I almost didn’t believe him.”

“Somedays, I don’t quite believe it either,” you tell her, still smiling. “Things are so different.”

She chuckles. “And yet Steve Rogers has managed to stay exactly the same.”

“That he has,” you agree. “How did we get so lucky?”

Peggy laughs again. Something catches her eye across the room, and you turn your head, following her sight line to the collection of frames on the far wall. There’s all sorts of photos, taken over the years, Peggy’s life after the war, her husband and children. There’s a photo of Steve before the serum, taken at Camp Lehigh. And there, towards the bottom…

Your own face looks back at you. There’s five of you, all sitting around a table at a pub in London. You, Steve, Peggy, Howard, Bucky. Steve sits in the centre, Peggy and Howard to his left, and you Bucky to his right. Bucky has his arm around your waist, his face turned towards you. He’s grinning down at you. A moment after the picture was taken, he’d grabbed your chin and kissed you right there in the middle of the bar. You remember.

When you look back to Peggy, your heart breaks in your chest. The confusion is plain on her face. Steve had warned you; she comes and she goes.

“Y/N?” she whispers out, her voice shake. “Y/N, you’re alive?”

You squeeze her hand, give her a gentle smile. “Hi, Peggy.”

There are tears in her eyes. “It’s been so long. So, so long.”

“I know,” is all you manage to say in return, tears rising in your throat. “I know.”

+

The assassin disappears off the edge of the office building. Steve’s hands are tight around the edge of the shield. The force of the assassin’s throw had pushed him back a few feet. He just stares down at the shield in his grip. He takes a quick look around, then pulls out his phone, clicking on your contact.

Don’t trust anyone, Fury had told him.

You answer immediately. “Steve?”

“Where are you?”

“I just left Peggy. What is it?”

“You need to get out of Washington,” he tells you. You don’t protest, so he keeps talking. “Call Stark, tell him to get you out of here. I’m gonna send you an address. A friend. You go straight there. He’ll keep you safe until Stark can get to you.”

He hears you take a breath. “You’re not gonna tell me why, are you?”

Steve sighs. “Trust me when I tell you, it’s better if I don’t.”

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