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sleeplessincairo · 4 years

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[ dating steve rogers would include: ]

warnings: just a few cusses and a few sexual implications

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He's an absolute gentlemen even in awkward, but adorable ways:

He’s always asking for permission before taking action whether it’s asking if you’re okay with him wrapping his arms around you in public or if you mind him kissing you even if you’ve been dating for 6 months.

He’s always racing to your side of the car or to the entrance of any room/building just so he can open the door for you-But despite him being super human, you still manage to beat him to it sometimes.

He even sometimes sprawls his jacket across a puddle just so your shoes don’t get wet, but you usually end up jumping in the puddle and splashing the water everywhere with an innocent grin. You do appreciate the thought and effort, though.

He constantly offers you his jacket just in case you’re cold and even sometimes goes ahead and drapes it over your shoulders, because he knows how stubborn you are to actually bother accepting it or asking for it.

He absolutely HAS to walk or drive you home every time just to make sure you arrive home safely and make sure no knucklehead dares to mess with you, but when you refuse to let him go through all that trouble he settles for ‘observing from a distance’ which is basically him stalking you.

Despite him having the spontaneous job of being a superhero, he never keeps you waiting too long-Mostly because of him missing his dance with Peggy by years resulted in him being as punctual as he can.

The list goes on...From him pulling your seat out for you to sit on and helping you put on your coat to paying for every date regardless of your protests.

In the beginning, he was extremely shy and flustered to the point where he would stutter uncontrollably and question every move he made so he wouldn't embarrass himself.

At the end of your dates, He tried to kiss you but usually ended up chickening out and end up kissing your cheek instead.

But finally, when he walked you to your apartment on your 4th date, he stood there awkwardly stuttering a goodnight while staring directly at your lips, only for you to grab him by the collar of his shirt and kiss him yourself.

When Tony heard the story of you being the one to make the first move and kiss him, he stayed about a whole month teasing Steve about it.

"Is (Y/N) gonna be the first one to make a move in the bedroom too, Steve?"

Him giving you those adorable sideways smiles with his eyes glimmering with adoration that’s reserved just for you.

You teaching him about the latest technology, slang, and trends after realizing that getting Tony to do it was a completely bad idea-He ended up just telling Cap’ either completely incorrect things or just things that would give him a good laugh.

“Wow (Y/N), that’s so fetch.”

"Alright let me get this straight, you tag people? Wasn’t that a game people played where you chase someone and if you touch them, they're it? Did they make that into an...app-apparatus?"

A lot of ‘Wait, I didn’t mean to send that’

You get to see the clumsy, imperfect, and wounded side of Captain America the world doesn’t get to see; you get to witness all the ‘Him getting up in the middle of the night to pee and accidentally stepping on his shield, making it hit him in the shin’s, all the sleepless nights spent together because the nightmares are getting too vivid, all the regrets and disappointments he holds for himself because he was too late, all the insecurities that eat him alive because of him having all of this strength and these abilities yet still not being enough, all the reckless and deadly actions he makes without even a second thought because he’s just not used to having someone to live for, the way he slightly flinches when Thor summons and uses his powers, all the times he misplaces his shield to the point where Tony ends up putting a tracker in it, the emptiness of his apartment because he’s too afraid to settle down, the bright red color that seeps through his cheeks when you press your body tightly against his, all the low swears that escape through his mouth when he thinks no one can hear him, all the uncertainties and hesitations that he never dares to show because he’s ‘Captain freaking America’. You get to witness all his deepest fears, thoughts, and feelings. You get to witness and love Steve Rogers.

Steve always making sure that his superhero life doesn't affect his private life especially when said superhero life concludes of spontaneous and agonizingly long missions. He makes it his personal duty to make time for dates, events, and well, you.

Steve doesn't like bullies. He doesn’t care who they are.

Steve woke up from almost 75 years of being frozen in ice after fighting wars and battles, fighting for America and it’s freedom only to wake up and find out the world is still a dark place and he can’t help but think that all his friends died for nothing. Steve makes it his new mission to fight for equality and power to the people, to make sure everyone has a voice, to make sure no one is overlooked or ignored, to make sure that everyone gets the God-given rights they have.

Captain America symbolizes freedom and protection and he'll be damned if he can’t offer minorities the freedom and protection they DESERVE. Captain America has always been for standing up for the little guy, for following what’s right not the law. Captain America is the symbol of how America should be.

Steve Rogers was a fugitive of the law at some point, there is no way he’d hold back on joining in on women’s marches, protests and riots, and pride parades.

Steve Rogers volunteering at Youth Centers to teach kids self-defense and offering them the guidance, support, and comfort Bucky always managed to offer him.

Steve Rogers protecting people from police brutality-His insomnia and Tony’s drones helped him keep an eye out for it and other forms of harassment.

Steve refusing to reinforce nor aid any governments that took part in the oppression of it’s own citizens and worked hard to striving for a better life for them with the help of T’challa and Tony help creating a treaty that ensures it.

A lot of slow dancing and slight swaying while being wrapped in each others arms.

Especially to Billie Holiday. Boy, is he a fan of Billie Holiday.

He's not exactly supportive of technology due to the unfortunate difference in human interactions between the 40s and now, so he sticks to some of his old habits.

Instead of sending text messages or calling during missions, he mostly writes you letters. Every single different alias he uses for each letter is inscribed into your brain.

Instead of staying home all day, he takes you out to soak in the beautiful weather of New York and tells you about how it used to be back in the 40’s.

Instead of watching a movie on your laptop or the TV, he takes you to the local cinema or even a drive-in.

Oh, how he loves taking you to the Smithsonian Museum just so he can point out all the inaccurate facts and exhibitions in display.

Leaving each other sticky notes everywhere to remind each other of events because of the fact that his unstable working hours so you don’t see each other much for you to tell each other face to face. Slowly, the both of you ended up developing a habit of leaving short cute love notes on each other’s things-Every single sticky note is saved in your own special places but Steve takes a few with him whenever he goes on missions to keep him company.

Although, you’d never tell Steve this, but his handwriting is absolutely terrible. Despite him being quite the artist, reading his notes is like decoding what a doctor’s prescription note says. However, with every not he wrote you, you started recognizing the way his I’s look like E’s, the way he curves and arcs his letters like he’s drawing loops, and the way punctuation is a stranger to him and soon enough it was like you were reading your own handwriting. You did enjoy decoding the notes he leaves you everyday. It was like a secret language only you could understand.

Him taking you to Brooklyn and telling you stories of the trouble he'd get himself into in EVERY spot.

He told you about how he almost got arrested at the Old Stone House because he snuck in there with Bucky. All because they couldn’t wait for the Grand re-opening. Bucky managed to talk the police out of it by lying to them, and saying that Steve had 2 weeks left to live and how it was his dying wish to see the place.

Oh, and how he had his first kiss with Leslie Jordan in front of Bamonte’s during their first and only date in the 11th grade. He remembered all the fights he got into with the jerks in his class that were always picking on her because of the birthmark on her face, he remembered all the times they sat together because no one wanted to sit with them, he remembered how he asked her to the school dance because every girl deserved the chance to have a special slow dance with a boy, he remembered how he saved up so that they could eat at that fancy italian place-Bamonte’s-afterwards. She ended up switching schools and moving to Wisconsin the following week.

Steve told you about all the places that were rundown and were there before all the replacements and modifications, all his happy childhood memories, all the alleys he got his ass kicked in, all the places him and Bucky got kicked out of. But it wasn’t until after you met Bucky and shared hundreds of stories about Steve that you realized that even before the serum Steve was still a fucking dumbass that went headfirst into reckless and dangerous trouble; Now, he didn’t jump out of planes without a parachute back then but he did climb 3 floors up the side of his apartment building just because he felt like it.

Helping and comforting Steve after Peggy dies and being his shoulder to cry on, to lean on, to hide his dorky smile in, and rest his head on that fit perfectly as if it was hand sculpted by God himself just for Steve.

He tells you everything. Absolutely everything. From how many punching bags he managed to make fly today to telling you about his failed missions or missions with casualties-Sometimes he didn’t even need to verbally tell you, you could tell what happened by the slouch of his shoulders and the lack of glimmer in his oh-so-bright eyes.

Jesus, the man can swear like a goddamn sailor. It took him about 2 months for him to feel comfortable enough swear in the presence of a lady, but it was expected that he’d break at some point considering all the pent up rage he has bottled up. The man makes punching bags fly for God’s sake! Not to mention the fact that he was in the army with the Howling Commandos of all people. He just couldn’t help the series of cusses that flew past his lips when-despite the years of training-he accidentally hits himself with his shield, the ‘Fucks’ and ‘Shits’ that escaped through clenched teeth when he got injured during a mission, the soft profanities whispered against your neck as you came apart underneath him, the loud and consistent obscenities that forced his way out of his throat during his road rage-God help anyone who dares to ride in a car with Steve Rogers. You asked him to drive you to work ONCE during rush hour while your car was in the shop and oh boy, he let out words so colorful and vibrant they’d bring Tony Stark to tears.

Tony having a habit of interrupting you and Steve whenever you’re clearly having a moment.

“Did I walk in on some pre-fonduing?” Of course Howard told Tony about it during one of this drunken rants about Captain America, The Living God, and of course Tony would bring it up from time to time just to see Steve’s face turn redder than the Ironman armor.

Getting a mini heart attack whenever you hear about another reckless thing he did despite him telling you that he’d be more careful.

At some point, Bucky and Natasha become your personal spies who inform you of every Godforsaken idiotic thing he does

“You got into a brawl with a God, seriously?"

"Well, so did Tony.”

“AGAIN? You jump out of a plane without a parachute AGAIN?”

He gets homesick quite often but thankfully you’re there to help him through it with ‘Miracle on 34th Street’ and ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ ready for him at any moments notice as well as trips to Coney Island and the Stark Expo, but mostly, even if Steve doesn’t admit it, your presence is what helps him through it. The way you run your fingers through his hair and draw circles with them on his skin takes him back to simpler times when he was a little boy lying in the arms of his beloved mother, Sarah. A time of safety and comfort.

Helping him go through his To-Do list.

One of the most precious memories you have of him was when he saw Rocky for the first time with you, he was in awe of the storyline and the colors-He was put in a wonderous state after seeing the deep red color of blood being spat onto the floor, the sweat shimmer of Rocky’s face darimg his opponent to come at him, the overwhelming saturation and hue of actually seeing colors on a screen, of no longer seeing the dull and bland black-and-white pictures he was so used to.

You’re pretty sure he has Marvin Gaye’s entire discography memorized by heart at this point. Steve is eternally grateful to Sam to mentioning Troubleman to him because it was the start of a great obsession.

Training with him. Steve Rogers will personally wake you up for a morning run everyday and honestly you wouldn’t mind it if he didn’t wake you up everyday at the break of dawn. He can’t help it though. Sleep has become a stranger to him since he’s been back.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t enjoy it, running with him side-by-side during the rare moments where the city was actually asleep offered you solace. Sometimes the both of you would talk, othertimes you’d run in silence, but mostly on each run you’d use it as a chance to help him catch up on another music album you thought was culturally important for him to know-Dating Steve really diversified your music taste.

He’s a hugger. He just loves embracing you in any possible way whether its linking his arms around you while you’re working, resting his head on your shoulder and hugging you from behind while you’re cooking, or pulling you onto his lap so he can breathe in your scent while he’s doing paperwork.

He has dozens of notebooks filled with hundreds of illustrations he drew of you and The Avengers. You’ve got a few hung up on your fridge but your favorite is definitely the drawing he made of a ring, set in between the cushions of a tiny blue box, that he gave you right before he bent down on one knee.

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falcqns · 3 years

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Baby Bird

Summary: Something bad happens to Adela’s mom, and she goes to two former Directors for help.

Warnings: blood, kidnapping,

Chapter One:

Adela couldn’t be more thankful when her Psychology class was finished. As much as she loved the class, she had had a bad feeling about going that day, and it had yet to subside. The stress of making sure her grades were high enough to get into the police academy certainly wasn’t helping either. Her phone vibrated, and she pulled it out to see a text from her best friend, Kariesha.

‘Agriculture running late, wanna meet up after dinner and hang for a bit?’ it read. Adela smiled, and texted back that she’d see her then, and to text her when she was ready. She tried calling her mom Bobbi, and her step dad Hunter, both who didn’t pick up. She thought nothing of it, and continued on her journey home.

She noticed a black van pulling out of the apartment complex parking lot, and once again, thought nothing of it. She grabbed her things as soon as her car was parked and headed inside with the full intention of watching Friends until dinner time. Those plans were shattered, however, as soon as she saw the apartment.

It was covered in blood. There was blood on the floor, on the couch, on the walls, even on the ceiling. She dropped her things and called Kariesha.

“Hey, what’s up? I just got out of class,” She said, but before she could say anything else, Adela cut her off. “Somethings wrong.”

“What’s wrong?” Kariesha said.

“My mom and dad aren’t picking up their phones, and the apartment is covered in blood.” She rasped out, the fear and shock hitting her, causing her emotions to boil over. “I-I think something bad happened.”

She heard rustling of Kariesha’s car keys. “I’m on the way. Stay on the phone with me.”

Adela nodded as the tears began to pour down her face. “Ok-kay,”

“Did you check the security cameras?”

“N-no, but I will,” Adela said, and ran to her parents room, where the security camera monitor was. She logged in, and all her breath left her body when she watched the latest footage.

Her parents were sitting on the couch, watching TV, when some men in all black busted through the door, and held her parents at gun point. She watched as they immediately tried to take down who Adela could only assume to by Hydra. Adela watched as her mother glanced around the living room and kitchen for her batons, before realizing they were in her bedroom, and she had to fight without them.

“Adela? What’s happening?”

Adela put the phone on speaker. “T-they got attacked! I think it was Hydra but I dont know. They tried to fight them off but mom didn’t have her batons, so all she could do was hand to hand combat. Hunter tried too, but they got him.” Adela sobbed out. “They got mom too. They dragged them out of the apartment!”

She heard Kariesha stop the car, and get out before running. “Okay, I’m on my way. Stay where you are!” Kariesha said, and moments later, she bust through the bedroom door where Adela was, her eyes pinned to the monitor. She ran over and wrapped her arms around her. “We have to call the police.” To which, Adela immediately protested.

“No. We cant call the police,” She pulled out of Karieshas embrace, and wiped her tears. “Help me! Mom told me that if something like this ever happened, my S.H.I.E.L.D. file would tell her everything I needed to know. My health records, birth certificate, important contacts, all of them. We should contact Coulson.”

They started to move around the room, and look for the file. Kariesha started in the closet, while Adela pulled her mothers batons out from under the bed. ‘Might need those at some point,’ she thought to herself. She felt around under the mattress, and found a yellow folder with her name on it.

“I got it!” She told Kariesha, and they sat on the floor and opened it up.

Adela Morse

Mother: Barbara “Bobbi” Morse

Father: Clinton “Clint” Barton

Step Father: Lancelot “Lance” Hunter

Parents Maritial Status:

Bobbi Morse, Clint Barton: Divorced

Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter: Married

Clint Barton, Laura Barton: Married

Siblings:

Cooper Barton

Lila Barton

Nathaniel Barton

Emergency Contacts:

Kariesha Blackwood - (456)-768-0912

Gemma Simmons - (909)-871-0235

Daisy Richarson - (912)-345-8720

Phil Coulson - (109)-231-3456

“You have siblings?” Kariesha said, pulling the file from Adela’s hands. “I had no idea.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Me either. Who’s Clint Barton?” You asked looking down at your file. Kariesha’s head snapped up at you. “Dude, that’s Hawkeye.”

Your jaw dropped. “My dad is Hawkeye?!” You exclaimed. “YES OH MY GOD HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW THAT!” Kariesha screamed at her. “I DIDNT KNOW HIS ACTUAL NAME! I’M NOT OBSESSED WITH THE AVENGERS LIKE YOU ARE!”

“WHY ARE WE YELLING?”

“I DON’T KNOW!”

Adela smiled at Kariesha before looking at the file again. “I think Coulson is our best option.”

“Does he know Clint personally?” Kariesha asked.

Adela shook her head. “No, he was more involved with my mom’s old team. As far as I know Nick Fury was personally involved with the Avengers, but Phil knows Fury, so that’s my best bet at this point. He’s retired, so lets just hope his number is the same,” Adela explained, as she got up to grab her phone. “Hopefully he can help us.” She said, as she dialled his number.

“Hello?” Coulson answered, after 3 rings.

“Hi, Uncle Phil, it’s Adela.” She said. Kariesha looked at her best friend in amazement. Adela never really shared the details of her parents work, especially when they met. They were both in Grade One, and had gotten lockers next to eachother. Kariesha told her what her mom did for work, but when she asked Adela, all she could say was ‘I’m not supposed to say’. Her mom and stepdad left S.H.I.E.L.D. a few years later, but Adela still rarely opened up about her parents careers.

“Hi, honey, is everything okay? I haven’t heard from you for a while.” He said, and Adela smiled. Her parents had tried to stay involved in the teams lives for her sake, but things got in the way. However, whenever they did get to see eachother, it was like not a day had passed.

“N-no, everything’s not.” Adela said, her emotions bubbling over once more. “I came home today, and Mom and Hunter weren’t here. There’s blood everywhere, and when I-I checked the camera’s I saw them being dragged out of the apartment by Hydra.” She said, a stray tear falling down her cheek.

“Okay. What do you want to do?” He asked her, and Adela thought about it for a moment.

“C-Can you get me in contact with my father?” She asked timidly, unsure if her uncle would be able to help.

“Of course. Let me get a hold of Tony, okay? It should only take a few minutes, so I’ll call you back.” He said, and they said their goodbyes before hanging up.

“What do we do now?” Kariesha asked, once Adela’s phone was in her pocket. Adela’s eyes landed on the Canon camera in her parents closet. “Pictures. We should take pictures of the apartment as evidence. We should also download the footage off the computer, it might help us find them.” Kariesha nodded, and immediately moved to the computer, while Adela busied herself with taking evidence photos. ‘It’s a good thing that we’ve already covered this in class.’ Adela thought. She and Kariesha worked diligently for a few more minutes, when her phone rang again.

“Hey kiddo, I got a hold of Tony. He said that he’s more than willing to help, and was wondering if you could meet with him today at the compound?” Adela felt her heart fill with hope.

“Yes, of course. I-Is my father going to be there?” She asked, her heart beating in her chest.

“As far as I know, he lives on a farm with his wife and other children, but there is a possibility he could be there. Do you want Tony to make sure he’s not?” Phil asked.

Adela shook her head even though he couldnt see her. “No, it’s okay. I was just wondering is all.”

Coulson gave her the address and other information they would need, and Adela was off, with Kariesha in her passenger seat.

“I can’t believe we’re going to meet Iron Man!” Kariesha said, practically vibrating in the seat next to her. Adela chuckled. “That’s not why we’re here, though. We’re here to find my parents, and maybe meet my father in the process.” The second part of that statement gave her huge butterflies in her stomach to think about. She knows for sure he doesn’t know she exists, and that terrifies her. What if he denies helping her because he doesn’t believe that she is his? What if he doesn’t want to have a relationship because of what happened between him and her mother?

These thoughts continued to swirl in Adela’s head, and before she knew it, she had arrived at the Avengers compound, where Tony was waiting outside for her. She put her car in park, and took a deep breath before climbing out. She waited for Kariesha to walk around the car with the camera and flash drive in hand, her S.H.I.E.L.D. file in Adela’s own. They made their way over to Tony.

“Hello, Adela, right?” Tony asked, sticking his hand out to her. Adela accepted it, and nodded.

“Yes. Thank you for meeting with me. I’m sorry about the short notice, but I didn’t know who else to turn to,” She said, as Tony greeted Kariesha and the trio walked inside. Tony gave them a quick tour, before heading towards the conference rooms.

Once they were all seated in the conference room, Tony looked over the evidence they had brought him, as well as watched the footage.

“Wow. Okay.” He said, once he had finished. “So, from my observations, it was definitely Hydra. I’m assuming you had the same observations?” He asked, and Adela nodded. “Okay.”

Tony pondered the next steps before speaking. “So, Coulson said that you were hoping to get into contact with Clint, and I think that’s a great idea. I’m also going to involve Natasha, because she was also a spy. Bucky and Sam are away on a mission at the moment, Thor is somewhere in space with the Guardians, and Rhodes is god knows where right now. I’d involve Wanda, but she seems to have her handful with whatever the fuck is happening in Westview. So I think Clint and Natasha are our best bet at the moment.” Tony finished.

Adela nodded before Tony continued.

“When I read over your file, I noticed that your mom had two different serums, a super soldier serum and the Infinity serum, so my guess is that you have those as well. We’ll have Bruce run some tests on you a little later. Do you have any one else you can stay with?” Tony asked, and Adela shook her head. She’d stay with Kariesha, but her mom didn’t have the room.

“Okay, perfect. We have an extra room here for you. Are you able to stay for emotional support?” Tony asked, turning to Kariesha, who shook her head. “Definitely not, sorry. Mom would have my head.” She said.

Tony nodded in amusement. “Okay. We’ll start small. How about you two move your stuff in here, and I’ll contact Clint?” The two girls agreed, and were on their way back to the apartment within 20 minutes.

Her phone vibrated from the centre console, and Kariesha checked it.

“Tony said he got a hold Clint, and Clint will be there soon. He doesn’t know what’s going on though.” Adela nodded in aknowledgement.

Now she was nervous.

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thebibliomancer · 4 years

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #221: ... New Blood!

July, 1982

A semi-famous somewhat imitated cover!

Can you guess ahead of time which two will be joining the Avengers?

No cheating.

Actually, what’s funny is that I can imagine a Young Bendis looking at this cover, seeing Luke Cage, Spider-Man, and Wolverine all in a row like that and whispering to himself ‘one day... one day...’

Spider-Woman is even on this! This is almost the roster meme that Bendis would have selected his team out of.

Just as soon as he cleared the way by killing off Ant-Man and Hawkeye.

Anyway, I like the cute touch that there’s just a completely blank square for Sue Storm. And is she really still going by Invisible Girl at this point?

-google- Ah, Invisible Woman is still a few years off.

And at risk of spoiling, I like the cover pretending that Rom (Space Knight) could feasibly join the Avengers. Although that would have made a hilarious mess when the rights lapsed. A whole swathe of Avengers comics unavailable.

So, where are we at?

Last times on Avengers: Captain America decided that the Avengers had become too unwieldy. They’d settled into a filler rut and Cap wanted them to be lean and mean.

So the old order changeith’d! And Moondragon meddled, causing half of the old team to quit. But Cap got his lean team of himself, Thor, Iron Man, Wasp, Yellowjacket, and Tigra.

And then Yellowjacket Hank Pym had an ‘attempted murder out of insecurity’ breakdown and tried to murder his friends and was a very bad husband to Wasp as well.

So Yellowjacket was out and Wasp took some personal time.

It was just Cap, Thor, Iron Man, and Tigra. And then Tigra quit.

Wasp rejoined but the trim team of six had become anemic at four and after some space mishaps, its finally time to try to do something about that.

As Iron Man declares in title-of-the-issue font they need some ... NEW BLOOD!

And Wasp declares ‘yes we all know that already we’ve just been putting it off.’

(And they finally got the big meeting table back from the cleaners or wherever its been. Thank goodness)

But the question that Chairperson Wasp poses the team is should they re-induct some ex-members or go looking for some truly new blood?

Thor is brooding on the recent events, where Moondragon manipulated the Avengers previous roster shakeup and later when Moondragon took over a planet and got Thor to fight his friends.

So Thor’s point, by way of dwelling, is that they should be careful with who they choose.

Thor: “Thus can no action, no thought made by any of us in the last weeks be truly, absolutely claimed as our own. Not even... mine.”

There we go. There’s that good Moondragon induced paranoia I was hoping for.

And character wise, I do like that there’s fallout from the Ba-Bani misadventure. Whether being forced to fight his friends or being made to fall in love with Moondragon or being convinced to side with her plan to bring mandatory peace to the universe. Thor has been affected by what happened.

Cap suggests that they clear the slate and just judge potential members on their current qualifications.

So what qualifications should potential Avengers have?

Captain America: “Compatibility. Someone who can work in a team.”

Iron Man: “And technical expertise. Perhaps someone good with weaponry.”

Thor: “We’ve enough strength, methinks. But courage is important. Aye, and a noble heart.”

Wasp: “Well, I know exactly what this group needs. More girls!”

Good suggestions. All good suggestions. But very good suggestion from Wasp.

I know that two women on one team is the low bar that Avengers tends to reach but you know what’s worse? One women on one team. And you know what’s better? Three.

Think about it.

The meeting gets cut short because Jan has to go do Jan things like show off fashion at the Tavern on the Green but she tells the others to figure out who they’d like as new Avengers and then they’ll all decide at their meeting next week.

As the Avengers all head off, Captain America mentions to Iron Man that hey remember how Hawkeye used to be an Avenger all the time? Weren’t those good times? He worked well on the team, was real into being an Avenger.

Iron Man agrees that sure is a Thought but flies off thinking more about Jan’s suggestion to have more women on the team, albeit probably for less than pure reasons.

Thor meanwhile doesn’t have anywhere to be so sits down in the sitting room and reads a Time magazine.

Jarvis brings Thor some mead and Thor asks who Jarvis would enlist for the Avengers if Jarvis was given the choice.

Jarvis is surprised to be asked but does his best to speak off the cuff.

Jarvis: “Why, I - I really hadn’t given it much thought! But since you ask, I feel that some of the best Avengers have started as the most unlikely candidates. For example, those with strongly individual, independent natures seem to have worked out surprisingly well.”

You’re a good guy, Jarvis.

And you’ve got a good point. Since the Avengers were pretty much everyone who wasn’t on a team jammed onto a team together, the Avengers kind of have as foundation strongly individual independent superheroes managing to do a teamwork anyway.

And Thor just so happens to be reading the Time magazine that has a picture of Spider-Man on the front (along with “Friend or Menace?”) and thinks huh individual and independent??

Oh boy!

Spider-Man going to be offered a spot on the Avengers? Is it 2005 already?

Goofs aside, this is an interesting callback maybe.

All the way back in Amazing Spider-Man Annual #3 (November, 1966) which I didn’t cover but probably should have if this was a more comprehensive Avengers blog but then I may have died under the enormity of the task.

Uh, that sentence got away from me.

Anyway, in that Spider-Man Annual, the Avengers debate whether to recruit Spider-Man for their team. Thor is the one there to find Spider-Man and bring him to the mansion. The Avengers decide to test him and (after Spider-Man tries to beat up the entire team because that’s what Spider-Man thinks proving himself is) they send him to bring the Hulk back with him.

He finds the Hulk and fights the Hulk but Hulk turns back to Bruce Banner and Spider-Man feels bad for Bruce and doesn’t want to turn him over to the Avengers (not knowing that they want to help Hulk). So he comes back and says welp couldn’t find him guess I’m not Avengers material byyyyyye.

The other Avengers go huh I guess he wasn’t Avengers material but Thor seemed to suspect what had really happened.

So my rambling point is that its appropriate that Thor again thinks to recruit Spider-Man for the Avengers because of that previous story.

Later in the day, Iron Man calls Captain America.

Although as Cap points out they know each other’s civilian name now so why be formal?

Iron Man: “Captain America? This is Iron Man.”

Captain America: “Hey, Tony, let’s make it ‘Steve,’ okay? I’m off duty.”

So Tony “Iron Man” Stark has managed to stop thinking about more woman on the Avengers and has actually started to think about having Hawkeye back on the Avengers and has to admit, it sounds good to him!

So Captain Steve says they should go together tomorrow and see what Hawkeye thinks.

This is a nice sequence.

Its nice to see how the two learning each other’s identity plays out like this. Tony trying to stick to how they’ve known each other and Steve making a not subtle overture for them to become more familiar.

This is probably good shipping fodder, I realize!

But it is also good friendshipping fodder. It can be both.

Elsewhere and meanwhile, at the Van Dyne residence, Janet puts her own recruitment drive into... drive?

She’s invited every super-heroine in the country she can think of to brunch but she has no idea how to get a hold of She-Hulk.

Not even her state of the art computer system can find her! Granted, the state of the art computer system is for analyzing fashion forecasts and not news reports about She-Hulk sightings.

So Jan decides that if you want a She-Hulk you’ve got to spend a little green.

She has her assistant take out a bunch of full-page ads in all of the major west coast newspapers. And heck, buy a bunch of commercial time too!

Jan is going to do some I Want You (to Join the Avengers) ads!

She is ludicrously wealthy.

I went and checked and her original inheritance was ‘only’ three million dollars but the way that she throws around money I’m pretty sure she has managed to get some lucrative investments. That or she’s just super good at being a fashionista.

Granted, blowing a bunch of money for a chance to have brunch with She-Hulk is a pretty good reason to blow a bunch of money.

Later, as twilight comes, Thor is flying around Central Park because he has no idea how to find Spider-Man but hears that he’s often around “the meadow-lands called Central Park” and happens upon three goofuses who just robbed a pawnshop.

These goofuses are such goofuses that one of them is wearing groucho glasses as a disguise. Another one is wearing a clown mask.

Which, like a moth to fire, aggros Spider-Man just to mock the guy.

I’m pretty sure rather than flying around aimlessly, the best way to find Spider-Man is to create the perfect quip opportunity.

A clown: “I’m gonna kiss every dime o’ my share -- just as soon as we get to the hideout so’s I can take off this stupid mask!”

Spider-Man, suddenly: “Aw, c’mon, Bunky, leave it on! I’ve always wanted to bust a bozo who looks like a bozo!”

Groucho: “S-s-spider-Man!”

S-s-spider-Man: “But enough of this clowning! Wanna give up?”

Dangit, Peter. Good wordplay.

But before can catch these thieves just like flies, down came the rain and washed the spider out.

A sudden, inexplicable (cough cough Thor) localized storm tosses around the thieves until they surrender.

After the police lead away the goofus thieves, Spider-Man comes dripping wet and with a bone to pick.

Spider-Man: “Do you have any idea what it’s like running around in wet tights?”

Thor is like sorry bro but I’ve come to talk so Spider-Man agrees but they’ll need to go off somewhere private because the press is honing in on him to ask him bonkers questions about whether he came in a flying saucer.

I think they’re thinking of a certain emissary of hell.

That darn press!

Spider-Man and Thor relocate to a high rooftop for their talk.

Spider-Man: “Now, Goldilocks, what’s your beef?”

Thor: “Thy protective demeanor is unneeded, my friend. I have no ‘beef’ -- only a proposal. The Avengers are seeking new members, and I wouldst offer thee such position.”

Spider-Man: “You... Thor... want me as an Avenger?

Spider-Man is still not sure if it would work out (reflecting on Spider-Man Annual #3) but he’s also really flattered by the offer. And presumably how the offer wasn’t accompanied by “BUT FIRST YOU MUST PASS OUR TEST!”

So he can’t just accept the offer off-hand but he’s definitely going to think about it.

Even if you don’t join the team, even just being considered is an honor.

The twilight turns into night turns into day, and Cap and Iron Man show up in Hawkeye’s place of business to bug him.

Don’t know if you remember but Hawkeye has a cushy job as head of security for Cross Technological Enterprises. And he actually does take the job seriously which is why he’s a little concerned, at least for his professional pride, that Cap and Iron Man got past his guards.

Cap: “Avengers priority -- never leave home without it. In fact, we’ve come to offer it to you.”

Smooth. Smooth, Cap.

Although I do like that they can just march up to the guards of this company and go ‘hey let us in we’re avengers’ and its not even a ‘ok i’ll clear it with head of security hawkeye’ its ‘yeah sure go right in and do you want any paperclips?’

Anyway, Hawkeye has his pride so he tells Cap not to expect him to come crawling back after the Avengers booted him out (actually Gyrich because Gyrich wanted the Avengers to have some ding dang diversity. Its weirdly the least assholeish thing he’s ever done although he approached it very much in an asshole way).

Point being, they kicked Hawkeye out and he has a new super cool job now.

Iron Man takes this show of wounded pride in wounded stride, just asking that Hawkeye consider it and let them know when he makes a decision.

But Hawkeye doubts he’ll decide to come back to the Avengers because he’s got a good thing in this steady, respectable paying job which comes with job security and respect!

And then, suddenly struck by the realization that he, Hawkeye, is turning down a drama implosion like the Avengers to do the adult thing?? Hawkeye doesn’t like what he’s become.

And he stares in horror at the trappings of power and respectability. The sex and the drugs.

Or a Playboy magazine and a personalized coffee cup, at least.

And he decides to give Iron Man his answer right then and there.

Which, of course, involves shooting arrows. This is Hawkeye we’re talking about.

What’s amazing is that we’ll learn later this issue that he’s going to keep his security job and do Avengers on top of that (and in fairness most of the Avengers don’t have Avengers as their only thing). But he just shot an arrow through a glass door in his place of employment.

But you don’t hire Hawkeye if you don’t expect that kind of thing so I can see why it wouldn’t impact his job.

So that’s Hawkeye as a YES and Spider-Man as a ‘I’ll get back to you.’ And as the weekend arrives, it’s time for Janet van Dyne’s superheroine brunch.

And on the hill above the van Dyne house, its our old pal Fabian Stankowicz.

Remember? The Mechano-Marauder? Built a robot suit to beat up the Avengers, none of them took him that seriously? Iron Man beat him up solo without trying very hard and then got angry about Hank Pym?

Anyway, he’s back, somehow, and he’s salty about the less than dignified experience he had in issue 217. But this time, he has a new plan!

Fabian Stankowicz: “They laughed at me! Mocked me! But I’ll show the Avengers that the Mechano-Marauder is not to be toyed with! I’ll attack their weakest member when the others aren’t around! She’ll be helpless! *Heh-heh-heh*”

Well. Good luck with that, my dude.

Sue Storm-Richards, the Invisible Girl, arrives and Jan introduces her to the other prospective Avengers: Dazzler, Spider-Woman, and Black Widow.

All good candidates, really.

Especially Dazzler.

Well, Beast left and Tigra left so somebody needs to be the new funny person.

Apparently, Spider-Woman doesn’t like puns because she immediately starts getting catty with Dazzler.

Spider-Woman: “Nice going, Blaire! You’re showing all the polish and poise of a real pro!”

Dazzler: “Oh? And I suppose crawling on walls like some yucky insect is ‘professional’?”

Spider-Woman: “I sting, too”

I guess, they have some history in Dazzler’s own book that didn’t go over well. Black Widow has to lean over and tell them to cut the shit out for Jan’s sake.

But then the last invited guest shows up.

ITS A SHE-HULK!

She saw the ads and she’s come for the free food!

Relatable.

Outside, Jan’s chauffeur Mr. Carrothers sits on the limo taking a smoke break and reflecting how good he has it working for the Wasp. Good pay, casual hours. The most he can complain about is that it gets a little boring sometimes.

That’s probably tempting fate because the All-New All-Different Mechano-Marauder stomps up to the house. Remember how Fabian threw the limo last time? Mr. Carrothers remembers.

He panics and runs into the house and tries to warn the assembled heroes.

And yet.

They didn’t really leap to action, huh? I mean, I get it. Brunch.

Even after the robot fist has punched through Wasp’s frankly ludicrous window and kidnapped Dazzler, Wasp is more annoyed than anything.

Wasp: “Fabian Stankowicz, you get that thing out of my living room!”

And then has to explain to her guests that Fabian is some chump that Iron Man beat up and that he wants to make a name for himself by defeating the Avengers. And Sue is like ah yes I understand completely.

But chump or not, Black Widow decides that they should rescue Dazzler.

Dazzler: “I don’t think I need saving, folks! This guy’s just holding, not squeezing!”

And so much for the brunch bunch taking this any amount of serious.

Sue just puts up a quick invisible dome to keep Fabian from getting to the rest of them which the Mechano-Marauder instantly bonks into and bangs on impotently demanding that they let him in.

Careful, Fabian.

You’re memeing yourself.

Dazzler saves herself when she gets tired of being carried around. She does her Dazzler thing with the bright pulse of light, blinding Fabian.

He drops Dazzler but she’s caught by She-Hulk.

The blinded Mechano-Marauder drives around blindly, thinking “These women aren’t even Avengers! They can’t beat me!”

Alas, Dazzler decides the same decision she decided in #211, that she’s a singer, not a fighter.

And Sue also decides to head off, saying that she’s too busy with the Fantastic Four anyway.

Shame.

But can we talk about the sheer audacity that Jan had of trying to poach Sue from the Fantastic Four to the Avengers? The nerve! The verve!

So that’s two of her candidates declining but that still leaves Spider-Woman, Black Widow, and She-Hulk.

And unfortunately for Mechano-Marauder, the first two are the two that have decided to kick his ass a little for entertainment reasons.

Spider-Woman’s venom blast damages one of the giant robot fists and Black Widow swings around Hoth-style and trips the Mechano-Marauder into the ornamental pond.

Alas, after literally dunking a giant robot into a pond, both Spider-Woman and Black Widow turn down the offer to join the Avengers.

Black Widow has private business that are keeping her busy. And Spider-Woman doesn’t even offer an excuse.

In fairness, she has her own solo book over in California and that’s a heck of a commute. I’m actually impressed that she came all this way for brunch.

Fabian is fed up with being treated as an after-thought in his own fight scene and bursts out of the pond, yelling how he’s going to destroy them all!

All.... uh, two that’s left at this point. Yup, he sure is going to destroy all two of them.

She-Hulk has been fairly low-key this whole story, especially for She-Hulk. I’m pretty sure she came to the brunch just for the food and she hasn’t reacted much to Fabian, even when the others were. She caught Dazzler but she hasn’t had much to say since arriving. She’s mostly been standing with her hands on her hips, watching things play out.

But I guess she’s gotten tired of Fabian. Or maybe it falls to her as the last guest.

She tells him to shut up and breaks his robot suit with one punch.

Fabian has one last trick up his Mechano-Marauder sleeve but its a dumb one.

His ejector seat is actually a backup robot suit. Annnd, its so heavy that it sinks into the ground. Trapping him.

Good job, Fabian.

She-Hulk goes to give him one more punch but Wasp stops her. Because she wants a shot at him.

And wow! What a shot!

At full not small size she crosses the streams to focus her bio-power stings into one concentrated beam and blows a hole in Fabian’s escape suit.

I’ve talked before about how Wasp’s pew pew stings have seemingly gotten souped up under Shooter and I think this is another good example. I mean, she’s not blowing up a house but combining the blasts to do precision boring is another cool application we haven’t seen before.

Anyway, now Wasp goes teeny and flies into the hole she made and up into the helmet to blast Fabian in the face. So hard his helmet flies off.

Wasp: “That’ll teach ‘im for ruining my party!”

And that’s that for brunch.

Days later, Jarvis calls the State Department to request official clearance for two new members.

And we see part of the process of that. Interesting if you’re interested in the logistics of an officially recognized superhero team.

I guess what’s interesting is that Henry Peter Gyrich is still part of the process.

You’d think he’d have been replaced or something after the Avengers very publicly embarrassed him and got emancipated from him. I guess he keeps doing the necessary liaison stuff without ever talking to them.

The requests for the two new members cross Gyrich’s desk and he takes it to the White House where the request gets signed by Ronald Reagan.

(The two new members are Hawkeye and She-Hulk by the by. We see it on the paperwork. Guess Spider-Man is still thinking it over.)

Anyway, I guess its interesting that new Avengers are a matter that goes all the way up to the president.

God, I’m glad that for the modern team, Cap told the US government to fuck off because I don’t want to even think about that still being a thing.

The next day after the paperwork is signed, Hawkeye is on his way to Avengers Mansion in a cab. He’s reading a Time magazine about the change in the Avengers’ roster and reflecting that it’ll be hard to hold down two jobs but worth it because he’s missed the adventure.

Check out the Time magazine though.

The cover of this comic book issue is in-universe the cover of Time magazine! That’s neat.

But Hawkeye’s cab is suddenly cut off by a pink Cadillac.

And Hawkeye being Hawkeye doesn’t just grumble and go about his day. He commits assault. Because this is Hawkeye.

The guy that Cap and Iron Man wanted back for being a good team-player.

So he gets out of the cab and shoots the pink Cadillac with an EMP arrow that fries the car’s electrical system.

Really abusing that Avengers Priority Status already, huh, Hawkeye?

The one mistake he made is that the pink Cadillac belongs to She-Hulk. She in fact earned it by doing a car commercial for Wacky Willie’s Wheels-And-Deals so you might imagine she’s fond of it.

So she picks up the cab with Hawkeye in it and leans it against a lightpole.

And then she picks up the Cadillac on her shoulder and walks off with it.

She-Hulk knows how to make a lasting impression, I’ll say that.

But soon after he gets down from the taxi and stops in at an ER to make sure he’s not concussed, Hawkeye arrives at Avengers Mansion to rejoin the team.

Hawkeye: “Okay, folks, life can go on -- Hawkeye’s here!”

Iron Man: “And it’s about time! We were starting to get worried. What happened?”

Hawkeye: “Oh, nothin’ much -- not ‘til some freaky Amazon tried to play dominoes with my taxi!”

She-Hulk, lurking silhouetted by the window: “‘Amazon’, eh? I don’t suppose it could have been -- a green Amazon?”

That is a powerful energy you have there, She-Hulk. Powerful energy and a power move in a power suit.

And that’s how Hawkeye’s day was ruined. Also how the two new additions to the team start with bad blood.

Conflict! We gotta have it!

Wasp: “Hawkeye, She-Hulk. I’d like to officially welcome you both. From now on -- you’re one of us. We’re one of you. And we’re all -- THE AVENGERS!”

Jan’s trying a new thing where she kisses every new member. And they both have to bend down a little for her.

Also, another new Wasp costume! Wasp gonna Wasp!

This is another good, light-hearted decompression issue. The Moondragon two-parter had some yuks but also mind-control sex and Drax’s brain melting. So this time Wasp throws a brunch and Cap and Iron Man help Hawkeye escape the drudgery of an adult job.

There’s a lot of what could have been with Wasp’s guest list. What if she could convince Sue Storm to take a break from the Fantastic Four to try being on the Avengers.

She’ll join later, in the Worst Roster but she’ll join with Reed. I’m thinking more of a thing where Sue gets some time away from the family. I don’t think it could last long and it would need the Avengers and FF writer to be on the same page but I think it could be interesting - Sue getting to be on a team where she doesn’t have to be the adult in the room and doesn’t have to work alongside the family.

It’s a similar reason to why I’d like to see adult Cyclops join the Avengers. He’s so tied in with X-stuff and being the leader of X-stuff that I want to take him out of that context and see a new side of him.

Spider-Woman and Black Widow also could have been interesting. They’ll both become Avengers later. I don’t know that Dazzler ever did and she presents interesting opportunities.

The Avengers have had Wonder Man who was also trying to break into acting while being an Avenger. So Dazzler trying to pursue her singing career might just be a retread of that but what if she were more successful and was a celebrity on the team.

The Avengers kind of are celebrities but I think it’d be a different feel if they had a famous (disco) singer on the team.

Interesting stuff (for me) to think about, anyway.

Something else to talk about is the creative credits. Jim Shooter is credited for plotting but Dave Michelinie as writer. And looking ahead, Shooter is not going to be the solo writer again in the near future.

I think we’re getting to the point where Shooter’s going to be too busy with EIC duties to keep up writing the Avengers. He’s going to get plotting credits for a few more issues, probably loose threads he’s handing to other writers.

So the second Shooter run is going to end soon. Shame. Very much a shame. It wasn’t a very long run but he put a lot of energy and humor into the book.

Next time: Egghead’s back and he’s bringing a new Masters of Evil. Wow, it’s been a while since we’ve had them and they’re supposed to be the Avengers’ evil opposite team.

And Egghead is the not very impressive criminal mastermind who couldn’t beat Hank Pym so instead framed him for crime. Hopefully the new Masters rise above that level of menace.

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Seize the Day - Newsie!Bucky x Journalist!Reader - Chapter Five

Summary: The Newsie Strike of 1899 made the world stand still for two weeks. For one kid and his bum-legged best friend, it meant The World was watching and they needed to make a difference. Based on Disney’s Newsies.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, violence, disabled character

Words: 2985

A/N: I was gone for two months then supplied two chapters in one week?? You’re welcome. But I’m definitely moving in two weeks so this is in preparation of moving to a new place.

PROLOGUE//CHAPTER ONE//CHAPTER TWO//CHAPTER THREE//CHAPTER FOUR//MASTERLIST

The next few days following the riot were…oddly quiet. Newsie Square was seemingly abandoned, aside from the occasional clean-up crew sent from the city. Pierce hadn’t sent out any additional papers or newsies to sell them for two whole days, since news about the Newsie Riot was blacklisted from every newspaper in the city. Except for one.

You marched happily up to Thor’s restaurant, where you knew the boys would be. Upon walking into the dining room, you were caught off-guard at the sight. You had assumed that the boys were going to be celebrating, perhaps even a tad bit excited, but no. Obviously still beaten up and recovering from the blatant assault on these poor kids, they were slumped in their chairs, laying on the ground, or strewn across a table. It was almost pitiful.

“Good morning, gentlemen,” you spoke in a chipper voice to get their attention as you made your presence known. “Would you look at these glum mugs. These couldn’t be the same boys who made the front page of the New York Sun.”

As you said that, you proudly opened the paper you were holding out so they could clearly see the front page. They all hurried from their chairs, gathering around you to take a look at the picture. Excited chatter went around the room as they passed the paper to one another.

“You got us in the pape?” Sam asked, in disbelief but also in amazement.

“You got yourselves in the pape,” you clarified, motioning to the caucus of newsies. “Mine’s the only one that ran, though. Pulitzer declared a blackout on strike news so even I’m shut down now. I heard they arrested Steve, though. I was with Bucky until the riot died down but I haven’t seen him since. Did they get him too?”

“Nah, Zemo and Rumlow are runnin’ a story. They been sayin’ that he took it on the lam first sight of the cops,” Clint spoke up, making you look to him and raise your eyebrows.

“Bucky don’t run from no fight,” Peter spoke up, going up to Clint and shoving on his chest. Peter had been a newsie only a week but looked up to Bucky as if he was Jesus Christ himself.

“Take it down, shortstop. I’m just reportin’ the news,” Clint replied before walking off back to his table, plopping down in his seat and taking a sip of his water.

“Fellas, c’mon,” Scott spoke up, clapping Clint on the shoulder. “Le’s just drink in the moment, huh? We’re famous! And when ya famous, the world is your erster.”

“Your what?” Sam asked, trying to get his head around what this thick-accented kid was trying to say.

“Your erster.”

“What the hell are you trying to say?”

“Your erster. The fancy clam with the pearl inside!” Scott gave up now, exasperated as he too went to sit down. The room then erupted into the boys correcting him, making Scott flip them all off.

“Guys, whatever!” you told them. “You guys are famous. You’re making history with this front-page story. You’re, like…the kings of New York.”

Their mood seemed to all perk up when you said that, and Sam clapped you on the shoulder. “You’re the King of New York. C’mon. I have a feeling I know where Bucky is.”

You looked to the boy, nodding to him as he took your hand, leading you from the restaurant and down towards the theatre as fast as you two could. Finding him was of upmost priority, since the strike couldn’t go on without him. He was the voice of reason and inspiration for them all, and without him, the strike was at a standstill.

Dear Bucky

Greetings from the Refuge. How are you? I'm okay. Guess I wasn't much help yesterday. Snyder soaked me real good with my crutch. Oh yeah, Buck, this is Steve, by the way. These here guards, they is rude. They say jump, boy, you jump or you're screwed! But the food ain't so bad, least so far cause so far, they ain't brung us no food. Ha ha. I miss the rooftop, sleeping right out in the open in your penthouse in the sky. There's a cool breeze blowin, even in July. Anyway, so guess what. There's this secret escape plan I got. Tie a sheet to bed, toss the end out the window, climb down then take off like a shot! Maybe though, not tonight. I ain't slept, and my leg still ain't right. Hey but, Pulitzer, he's goin' down! And then Buck, I was thinking we might just go, like you was sayin. Where it's clean and green and pretty. With no buildings in your way and you're riding Palominos every day. I'll be fine, good as new but there's one thing I need you to do. On the rooftop you said that a family looks out for each other so you tell all the fellas from me, to protect one another. The end.

Your friend best friend brother,

Steve

Bucky had been furious when he received that letter. From what he gathered from it, the Refuge was far worse than what he had experienced. He may also have been imagining it as way worse, since now he had to think of seeing it through Steve’s eyes. That kid had no survival instinct, and though he was tough and could put up a fight when in the right situation, he often needed Bucky to help him through. Now he wasn’t getting anything to eat or proper care for his leg. Bucky had no where else to go. He went right to Natasha’s theatre, needing an outlet for his rage. Often, it went onto a canvas with paint.

Natasha entered the room as he finished the newest backdrop, smiling at the work. Like always, it was beautiful. She smiled as she approached the young boy, holding a wad of cash in her hands.

“Here’s what I owe you for the first backdrop, plus this one,” she told him, placing the bundle in his hands and closing his hand over it, her hand on top of his. “And a little something extra just account’a because I’m gonna miss you so. Just answer me something, Bucky. Tell me you’re goin’ somewhere and not runnin’ away.”

Bucky scoffed as he tucked the money into the front of his painting smock, walking to fix a detail in the painting. He had often refused taking money for his work, since he simply loved painting, but he knew Natasha would have taken him to the floor if he refused it any longer. “Does it matter, Miss Natasha?”

She sighed at his response, placing her folded hands in front of her as she turned to him. “When you go somewhere and it turns out not to be the right place, you can always go somewhere else. But if you’re running away, no where is ever the right place.”

Bucky looked up when he heard running on the catwalk from above the backstage area they were in, seeing Sam and letting out a heavy sigh. He had wanted to distance himself from the newsies, for at least a little while, since he definitely wasn’t happy with the outcome of the riot. Natasha left as Sam ran down to the floor below, approaching Bucky.

“How’s about letting a pal know if you’re dead or not?” he asked sternly, paper in hand as he stopped in front of the boy. “We’ve been lookin’ everywhere for ya.”

“You ever think I didn’t wanna be found?” Bucky asked then as he grabbed a couple of paint cans, moving them aside. Sam just ignored him, showing him the paper.

“Look at this, Buck! We made front-page news, above the fold!” he exclaimed excitedly, opening the paper as to demonstrate that they were, indeed, above the fold of the newspaper.

“Good for you,” Bucky replied blandly, not caring a single bit about the fact that they made the paper. It was taken at a time before the police beat them senseless and Steve had been taken away to the Refuge.

“Everyone wants to meet the famous Bucky Barnes,” Sam countered, walking to the other side of Bucky now since the kid had moved to continue to paint. “Pietro Maximoff even sent a kid over to tell us that at the next event, we can count on Brooklyn being there. Yeah, we may have been stomped into the ground, but that was just round one. With press like this, our fight is far from over.”

“Every newsie who could walk was out there this morning sellin’ papes like the strike never happened,” Bucky had stopped painting now, turning to Sam to finally face him fully. “Save your breath, it’s hopeless.”

Sam then sighed, turning to the catwalk to see you standing there, just watching. He beckoned you down, to which you nodded and began walking down the steps.

“I was out there with them,” Sam told Bucky. “If I don’t sell papes, I don’t eat. But I saw this look in Stark’s face. He was scared, he was actually worried. So I walked away, and so did a lot of other kids.”

Bucky just sighed, looking up finally to see you. “Jesus, what’s a guy gotta do to get away from you people?”

He undoubtedly felt embarrassed about crying in front of you. No, not just in front of you, but into your shoulder. He was supposed to be tough as nails, no emotions getting past him, but he had been blubbering like a baby and clinging onto you like his life depended on it.

“There’s no escapin’ us, pal. We’re inevitable,” Sam told him, and you walked towards the kid and the giant canvas to get a look at it.

“Well, you look like hell,” you commented, raising an eyebrow at the scenery he had painted. “Is that Santa Fe? You’re painting something you ain’t even seen before?”

“Oh, you want me to paint something I’ve seen before?” he asked snarkily, grabbing the canvas and spinning it around. On the back of the wooden canvas was a cartoon. Beneath a giant foot in a shiny loafer, which was labelled “Pierce”, a bunch of newsies were being squashed underneath it. “Newsie Square, thanks to my big mouth. All of us beaten, some of us arrested.”

“Lighten up, no one died,” Sam told him with a frustrated look, crossing his arms.

“Oh!” Bucky exclaimed, almost amused but definitely pissed. “Is that what you’re aimin’ for? Lang brought me a letter from Steve, from the Refuge. I tried to go see him, y’know? Climbed up the fire escape. They busted him up so bad, he couldn’t even come to the window! Now what if he don’t make it, huh? You willin’ to shoulder that? For what, five pennies a pape?”

“It’s not about pennies, Buck!” Sam finally snapped at him, having enough of all the “woe is me” talk coming from the kid. “You said it yourself, we wouldn’t have to scavenge in the streets if we were given a fair deal, alright? We need to fight for that. This is a fight we have to win!”

“If I wanted a sermon, I would show up for church,” Bucky sneered in his face, stepping back now and motioning back to the staircase so the both of you would get the hint.

“Now, tell me how quitting does Steve any good,” you spoke up now, leaning towards the two boys. Bucky shot a look at you, daring for you to go further, but the look you were giving him was much stronger than any death glare he could give you. His lack of answer made you smirk. “Exactly. They may have won the battle. But you know why a snake starts to rattle?”

“No, why?” Bucky asked.

“Because he’s scared.”

“Oh, yeah, sure, like I’ll believe that.”

“Go look it up, it’s a fact,” you groaned, throwing a paintbrush at the kid. “Why else would he send dozens of goons? An entire army, plus the cops? Because he’s scared.”

Bucky was silent for a few moments. “Okay, you might be right.”

“Thank you, God,” you groaned in relief, placing a hand on your head. “He knows we’re winning. Okay, here’s the plan. I can see about getting a meeting with Pierce and telling him our negotiations, okay? I have the ties, trust me. Bucky, I want you to be there specifically. You’re the front man so he’d only want to hear from you. I’ll send for you once I get it, okay?”

Bucky nodded to you, looking up at his canvas for a second. He hoped with all his heart that Santa Fe looked something like that, at least just a little. But then he looked to you. You were here in New York. You were what he had his sights on now, not Santa Fe. He would follow you to the end of the world. “Okay,” he confirmed. His eyebrows then raised as you spit in your palm, holding your hand out. Oh, yeah. He would follow you to the moon if you asked.

You sent for him a day later, a letter to the theatre since that where he undoubtedly would be. You invited him to the World building, unknowingly at the same time as when the mayor would be stopping by with Snyder to discuss the Refuge. Since the strike and rally, which was to be held at Natasha’s theatre the following day, would be held and organized by an “escaped convict”, Pierce was looking to shut it down since that was within the law to do so. You walked into the room mid-conversation, looking to Pierce as he glared at you. All he did was hold up a paper, the copy of the New York Sun with your article displayed on the front, and it made you sit down in your seat. If there was one man in the world to make you comply, it was Alexander Pierce.

“If that’s the case,” the mayor continued. “Then we can take him back into the Refuge. Quietly.”

Pierce slammed his hands on the desk, frustrated. “What good does quiet do me? I want a public example made of him!”

Before he could continue, Wanda ran into the room. “Mr. Pierce, the boy, Bucky Barnes, is here. Just outside. He has a letter summoning him here for a meeting with you.”

Your eyes widened as you stood up from your chair, wanting to run from the room to tell Bucky that now was really not the greatest of times, especially since Snyder was in the room and ready to take him at any second. Pierce laughed, telling Wanda to let him in, before forcing you back into your seat with one simple word. “Sit.”

You quickly obliged, sitting back in your seat as he swivelled it around so you wouldn’t be seen upon Bucky entering. Pierce had to have known you set up this meeting, but you didn’t know what he was going to do now that he had a man capable of throwing him back in jail in the room.

“Mr. Bucky Barnes,” Wanda announced as she entered the room, a tinge of nervousness on her face as Bucky walked in behind her. Since the two were similar in age and grew up in Brooklyn, she had been silently and secretly rooting for the newsies to win this whole fiasco.

“Now, which Bucky Barnes is this?” Pierce questioned as Bucky took a look around the room. “The union organizer or the petty thief and escaped convict?”

“Which one gives us more in common, huh?” Bucky quipped quickly in response, making you stifle a laugh from where you were hidden by the huge-backed chair. Seriously, Pierce had the strangest taste in office decoration. Everything had to be the most expensive thing he could get his grubby hands on.

“Impudence is in bad taste when crawling for mercy,” Pierce replied, unamused.

“Crawlin’?” Bucky chuckled. “No, no, it ain’t like that. See, I was just stoppin’ by with an invite. It seems a, uh, a few hundred of your workers are rallyin’ to discuss some, uh, recent disagreements. Now, I thought it only fair to invite you to state your case direct to the fellas. Huh? So, what do ya say, Alex? Want us to save ya a spot on the bill?”

“You are as about as disrespectful and cowardly as I was told about,” Pierce smirked in response. “When I was your age, boy, I was fighting in a war. It taught me a lot of valuable lessons, this one most importantly. You don’t win a war on the battlefield. It’s the headline that crowns the victor.”

“Well,” Bucky smirked as he stepped closer to Pierce. “I will keep that in mind when New York wakes up to front page photos of our rally.”

“Rally ‘til the cows come home,” Pierce replied with a devilish smirk. “Not a paper in town will publish a word. And if it’s not in the papers, it never happened.”

“You may run this city,” Bucky snapped at him. “But there are some of us that cannot be bullied. Even some reporters.”

“Ah, such as that young woman who made you yesterday’s news,” Pierce replied as he walked to your chair, simply standing by it. “Talented girl. And beautiful as well, don’t you think? I’d sure hope you’d agree, since she takes after her father.”

He then tugged your chair around so it swiveled to face Bucky, but he had done it so hard that you had nearly fallen from your chair. You looked up at Bucky, taking in a deep breath as he saw the look on your face. He looked from you, to Pierce, then back to you.

“I’d like you to meet my daughter. Y/N Pierce.”

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imagine-loki · 4 years

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The Slutty Webs one Weaves

Title : The Slutty Webs one Weaves

Chapter NO. 5 of 10?

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki’s Asgardian wife learns women write fanfiction about him on a trip to Midgard. She’s edgy for the duration and lets him have it when they get back.

Author: lokilover9

Rating: M

Thor agreed Brianna going to Asgard a good idea as Loki presumed and shielded her from Heimdall's sight as a precautionary measure. Before leaving, the brother's sat observing Little Warrior lead Tony and Pepper to the couch and hand him a usb stick.

"What's this?" He asked.

"A computer virus. My revenge plan was to disembowel Jarvis if you hadn't kept your promise."

Stark eyed Loki who shrugged a shoulder. "Don't look at me. I only learned of it this morning."

"It's my creation, pretty nasty and should be destroyed." Said Brianna.

"How nasty?"

"It bears the potential to wipe out most of New York's power grids."

Tony was momentarily speechless. "I'll do that and am overjoyed you two became friends."

"Me too and sorry for being so rude when you touched my stuff."

"It's alright." Said Pepper.

"No it wasn't. You deserve to know why. Loki mentioned the homeless people right?"

"Yes."

"Dory was the first one I met. Taught me handy street smarts and helped shop for my boy clothes. Ran away from home because her moms boyfriend was a jerk. I encouraged her to call one day and when she learned they split up, convinced her to go home. Really smart person. Dreams of becoming an Astronaut. Anyway, she had a big crush on Captain America and gave me her favorite hat as a gift. Then I met Muriel. A mean looking older lady who was actually super sweet and protected me something fierce. Beat this guy up one night for trying to steal my blanket while cursing him sideways. She loved Chinese food and taught me self defence techniques, like how to poke a hole in someone's brain by shoving a chopstick up their nose."

Everyone's ears and attention piqued as Tony wondered if Muriel was a distant cousin of Sasquatch's. "Hopefully not on live subjects."

"No, silly. On a plastic skull she molded a face onto with clay. I paid for the supplies. Helping police identify people used to be her job in Arizona. Great way to kill zombies though. Best to behead them like with vampires and guarantee they've bit the bullet." Brianna then pulled a gold bracelet with a four leaf clover charm from her pocket. "Muriel was Irish and gave me this for good luck. It's too big so I carry it in my pocket. Before meeting you guys, they were the first people who were super nice to me. I fretted their gifts ruined in the wash."

"I'm sorry." Said Pepper.

"It's okay. I was just a little freaked."

'And nearly built a cave for the abominable snowman.' Thought Stark. "We were more worried about you after the fact."

"I could tell by your happy dance when I woke."

"Hey, badass did one too. In the hall. You didn't see."

Brianna giggled. "Thanks to you both for everything and I'm sorry for lying."

"Meh, we understand."

"I meant about not having a favorite Avenger. It's you uncle Cootyoodles. That's why I sought your help first. The Black Widow was my next stop."

Tony pictured Nat teaching her how to yank teeth out with pliers and felt twice as relieved for keeping that promise. "Nat's eccentric and hates zombies. I'm way more fun." Brianna suddenly hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek. "Awe, Little Warrior. Friends forever?"

"Damn straight!" Then she did the same to Pepper. "I forgot to explain why you're a badass role model. Working so hard to become CEO of a massive company like Stark Industries and executing all that embodies? You rock! I hope to grow up as astute, diligent and athoritative. Maybe I'll run a company one day."

"You already possess those traits and will exceed my achievements."

No one knew that better than Loki who cleared his throat. "Grandmother and Grandfather go to bed early, Min Lille."

"One more minute, please?"

"Alright."

She studied Stark, pondering the best way to implement her request. "You don't have to do this, but… Not all homeless people are bad or crazy like others seem to believe. Many hit hard times and the world is so expensive, they couldn't keep up. No one I met lived on the streets because they wanted to. There just aren't enough shelters or resources available. You're rich Tony and could help them. Will you try?"

As Loki had succeeded with Frigga, those beautiful pleading eyes won her case. "You really know how to pull a guys heart strings, kid. I promise."

Loki wasn't aware she'd intended to ask this, yet was so proud of her. "Min Lille?"

"I know." She politely replied.

"You have to go." Tony suddenly stood and darted for the hall. "Be back in a jiffy."

"Meet him by the elevator, or you'll never leave." Suggested Pepper.

He returned and handed Loki a loaded Iron Man backpack. "More things? Shall I conjure a crate for the bifrost?"

They'd already given her an overstuffed suitcase of clothes and toys and Stark held a gift bag in hand. "Be quiet, you. It's a peanut butter stash. Does Asgard have bananas?"

"Yes." 'Thank the Norn's.'

Tony knelt before Brianna. "I would've packed some tater tots, but you ate them all again."

She smirked. "My goof."

"Rascal. Try to ignore a wee, bitty smidgen, you aren't into girly stuff? We couldn't help ourselves with you off to Asgard."

Brianna pulled from the bag a pink baseball cap that said Warrior Princess in tiny diamond gems and proudly adorned it. "You sure know how to pull a girls heart strings."

"I put some Motown CD's in there too. Teach Dad to moonwalk." Loki sighed, pushed the elevator button and Tony playfully whispered. "From a distance. In case he trips over his own big feet." He hugged her again and summoned Jarvis.

"Yes, sir?"

"Our friend is leaving."

"Goodbye, Little Warrior." Said the AI.

"Bye. Sending you a virtual hug."

She joined Thor inside while Loki shook hands with Tony, his expression saying everything. "Any time. Now get the 'bleep' out of my Tower before I thieve your Daughter."

Brianna shouted as it closed. "There's presents on your bed! I'll miss you!"

Peppers was a black t shirt with gold letters that read Badass Role Model and Tony's was a monsterous box filled with tater tots.

"Don't do it, Butch. If you cry, I'm gonna cry." ***** Loki had purposely slowed the elevator allowing her time to give Thor a drawing.

"Mjolnir in a field of flowers? Thank you fair maiden."

"It's a scratch n' sniff."

"A what?"

Loki picked up Brianna. "You scratch the flowers, then sniff them. The effect is most appealing the stronger you inhale."

Thor took a whiff and wriggled his nose. "Quite the nostril tickler. What should they smell like?"

"Try harder." 'Doofus.'

He took another, looked cross eyed at Loki and began swaying. "...Brother..you…" Then down he went striking the floor with a thud the tip of his nose covered in sparkly dust.

"Sorry, uncle Thor."

Loki chuckled at her wince. "The spell is mild and shall soon wear off."

"Is he hurt?"

Loki let her down to hurle the hefty Thor over his shoulder. "Us God's are resilient. Your uncle once endured a skirmish with the Hulk." After escorting them through a portal and delivering Brother oaf to his bed, he lead Brianna through a second into some woods.

"That was awesome! Will you teach me how to do it?"

"Not in the near future. It's very complicated, darling and I'd hate to think you lost in another dimension." 'Or vanishing one day as an angry teen with a troublesome suitor I dream of throttling.'

"Okay." Brianna nervously scanned the area. "Now what? Carnivores hunt these woods."

"Northern Alberta is home to many. Never go outside without me and none will harm you."

"But wolves hunt in packs and grizzlies are bigger than you."

He booped her little nose. "I'll smell them before they smell us and neither possess deadly weapons in interdimensional pockets."

"Where our luggage is? I tried hiding bigger items in them and the darn things wouldn't come back. Hannah was furious, but I didn't care."

"What did you hide?"

"The back wheels of her Lamborghini, Gallardo. I overheard my Mother tell Claudia she got it from her rich boyfriend."

Loki recalled from spending time with Stark this wasn't a billionaire's vehicle, yet financially unattainable to the average Midgardian. "I see. Did she mention his occupation?"

"Plastic surgeon."

Brianna deserved that minor victory and although he wouldn't encourage it, one cannot preach vengeance a negative path when mapping their own. 'Perhaps he'll be useful to the sluts after I'm done.' "Ah. Care to see what I did while you slept last night?"

"You left me?" She confusedly asked.

He picked her up again. "It was necessary and I returned, yes? I won't abandon you, Og Min Lille."

"Never?"

"Never, darling. "Loki headed for a shack nearby nestled amidst some bushes. With its crooked roof, faded wood and door minus a hinge the structure looked ready to collapse.

"We're staying there?"

"Why not? I'll conjure an outdoor toilet." He teased. "Sheltered of course."

"Ewww."

"Come now. At night we'll have heated beds and during the day, roast squirrels on an open fire."

She scrunched her face in disgust. "Blech! I'd rather eat tree bark."

"You'll get an awful tummy ache."

They entered the dingy space and Brianna instantly focused on the filthy floor covered in forest debris. So intently, she didn't notice the sturdier frames of the structure only visible from within. "How will we keep the door closed and is that poop?"

Loki rolled his eyes at some turds in a corner. "The cabin is made of Brazilian Ebony."

"One of the strongest woods on earth." She commented.

He arched an intrugued brow. "Stained to appear aged, it's also bulletproof in light of human hunters. Consider the other materials deceiving movie props. The 'raccoon' poop is genuine." It vanished with a wave of his hand. "Now, did you mean that door?" It closed and he conjured a deadbolt onto the surface with a panel directly above. "Place your hand in the center?" Brianna did and it glowed green, spreading magic from the center throughout every surface like glowing, emerald fireflies. As they dimmed, Loki turned around. "Or this one?" The floor, suddenly cleared of debris had a sliding glass door in the center.

Brianna gasped in wonder, glancing between him and the mystery beneath. "Where does it go?"

"Did you think a sorcerer Prince would allow his Princess daughter to dwell in a shabby old shack?"

"Ancestry aside, I sincerely hoped not. Even an RV would've been better."

He chuckled at her frankness. "And you worried of uncle Thor bumping his head? The shacks purpose was added safety should a need arise and to keep our secret entrance hidden. "Once the outer door locks, only the interior alters. To outsiders, nothing changes." It opened and he carried her down a mutedly lit spiral staircase, each step progressively illuminating the space below.

At the bottom, she slid from his arm in awe. "Shut the front door! You 'definitely' have to teach me how to do this."

Min Lille was referencing conjuring. Another ability Loki thanked the Norns she didn't yet possess, having confessed so before requesting Tony and Pepper's gifts. "In time. Beyond that archway, another surprise awaits." Loki followed and suddenly pondered Brianna conjuring a future dwelling for herself and that troublesome suitor. 'Lessons commence when your forty.' ***** Thor woke to find two notes in his shirt pocket. One for himself the other, Astrid; 'Sleep well, Brother? We won't be returning to Asgard just yet. Please give this to my wife? I recommend waiting several days, discreet delivery and a hasty exit. A visit will follow and when interrogated, lie. Tell her Brianna came to you and don't mention her ice concoction. Unless you enjoy Father's company when several fries short of a happy meal. As I planned our escape without Tony's knowledge, do avoid his unnecessary panic and Pepper seeking our demise, by not telling our dear friend? Min Lille is safe.'

"That shyster." He grumbled. Jane returned in six days as would Astrid to a missing Loki. Waiting risked a molotov cocktail interrogation. His beloved and coronary inducing sister-in-law, banging down their locked bathroom door while the mighty Thor coward behind a shower curtain. Plus Maxi Waxis training schedule ended in two days. Bribery assured those lips zippered, but Heimdall would think his hastiness suspicious. He called to the trainee in the middle of the night, snuck into the palace and raced back to the observatory like the looney tunes road runner. "Spend it well nincompoo..eh he, Max. Asgard is lucky to have you."

Guilt ridden over her outburst and already missing Loki, Astrid returned in the morning to find the note.

Frigga was preparing to join her belly dancing instructor when she barged into the foyer and flung herself at the Allmother.

"Bwaaahahaa! I want a divorce!"

"Hells bells and bilgesnipe testicles. What has my shameless son done this time?"

"Frigga, your language." Scolded Odin.

She patted Astrid's back. "Oh shush. As if your cursing hasn't scarred the servants ears."

#Loki #others #submission #Submitted fic #The Slutty Webs one Weaves #lokilover9 #chapter 5

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thehollowprince · 5 years

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Civil War Fixit #1

How the Accords scene in CIVIL WAR should have gone down in production didn't favor Tony the way it did in a Captain America movie.

The Team (that's what the actually called themselves. Avengers was a name that Tony used at the drop of a hat and it had a nice ring when it comes to publicity, but it's a bit pretentious to use among themselves) sat around the conference table in the Compound situation on the Hudson, just upriver from New York. Thaddeus Ross, who had crawled out of whatever dive bar he'd last been seen in to suddenly be named Secretary of State (when will this country ever learn?), was droning on about perspective and accountability (totally unironically, it should be noted) while weaving in a story about a golf game for reference and simultaneously insulting them by calling them "dangerous".

Then came the video presentation, with footage of the battles of Manhattan, D.C., Sokovia and then finally their most recent mission to Lagos, which unfortunately ended in tragedy (but not as much as it could have).

Wanda flinched from the footage and averted her eyes, while Steve noticed and called immediately for it to stop. "Okay. That's enough." Ross nodded to his aide, who turned off the television, because apparently the Secretary wasn't capable of reaching over to push the button himself.

"For the past four years, you've operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That's an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate. But I think we have a solution." His aid handed him a thick document, very official-looking, and he placed it on the table in front of Wanda. THE SOKOVIA ACCORDS were printed very boldly on the front of the novel-sized manuscript.

"The Sokovia Accords. Approved by 117 countries… it states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they'll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary." Secretary Ross went on, as the document was passed from Wanda to Rhodey, who immediately opened it to look inside.

"Yes, we did lose people, but we saved more. It's an ugly statistic, but the innocent are always the first to suffer in any conflict. You would have thought someone with your war record would know that." Steve said, followed by a silence where you could have heard a pin drop. "The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place. I feel we've done that."

"Tell me, Captain, do you know where Thor and Banner are right now?" Ross asked.

"Did you seriously just refer to two people who have done more to protect this planet than the entire US military ad weapons of mass destruction?" Natasha countered with a deceptively sweet smile.

"If I misplaced a couple of 30 megaton nukes… you can bet there'd be consequences." Ross said. "Compromise. Reassurance. That's how the world works. Believe me, this is the middle ground."

"So there are contingencies?" Rhodey asked, trying to keep the conversation on track, only to be interrupted by Steve.

"I'm sorry, I'm still stuck on the consequences part."

"Do you truly believe that you've suffered consequences for the actions done by this team? For the buildings you've toppled, the lives you've ruined, the country you destroyed?"

"For the record, Mr. Secretary, the Ultron program and everything it did after coming online is the responsibility of the man sitting behind me." The eyes of the other Avengers shifted to Stark, who was looking at Steve like he'd never seen him before. "Not a single other person at this table had any knowledge of what he was doing in his lab, so if you have issue with what happened in Sokovia, I suggest you take it up with him."

Ross opened his mouth for a rebuttal but Steve beat him to it.

"But, in the spirit of fairness, let's talk consequences." Steve went on. "F.R.I.D.A.Y.?"

"Yes, Steve?" The A.I. said from the speakers.

"Could you roll footage of Culver University, spring semester, 2008?"

The screen that had been off immediately clicked back on and began playing back footage from cellphones and cameras of Ross' failed attempt to contain and capture the Hulk in the middle of a crowded campus, using an unauthorized enhanced human, as well as weapons that put the civilian population in extreme danger. The last image was of the Hulk launching an armored truck at another, the screen immediately going static as the footage was lost.

"Harlem, three days later."

The Hulk's fight with a severely mutated Blonsky showed on the screen next, as well as the atrocities that Emil committed on his own before Banner stepped in to stop him. Ross's face was reddening at having one of his biggest failures played in front of the very people he was trying to intimidate. Harlem was on of his biggest failures and he did a lot to try and distance himself from it.

"Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y." Steve said and the screen froze on an image of the infamous Abomination lifting a car above his head, about to crush it into some police officers. "Tell me, Mr. Secretary, where were your consequences? Because from what I understand, you tried to pin the whole thing on Blonsky and Banner, getting a medal and a promotion for your trouble."

Ross stood there, gaping, like a fish out of water, unable to process what was happening. He really should have listened to Phillips back in the day, when he told everyone that Rogers wasn't anything like the propaganda. Sam, Wanda and Natasha were doing their best to not outright laugh.

"How long to we have to come to a decision?" Steve asked as the document was slid in front of him

"Three days." Ross said, straightening his suit and trying to regain his composure. Steve paused in his inspection of the document, looking up and raising an eyebrow at the short time span. "In three days the United Nations meet in Vienna to ratify the Accords."

"And if we come to a decision you don't like?" Natasha asked.

"Then you retire." Ross replied.

"Thank you, Mr. Secretary." Steve said, looking back at the document before him and not even giving the former general the courtesy of eye contact. "We'll be sure to discuss this thoroughly. He looked up then, pinning the older man with America's eyes. "I believe you know the way out." He said before looking back to the document, already a few pages in.

None of the other Avengers stood or showed any sign of walking him to the door, so Ross angrily turned on his heel and left the room.

"Oh, and F.R.I.D.A.Y. could you please provide the Secretary with a list of all the individuals targeted by Project Insight?" Steve's parting shot was quickly followed by a ping to both his personal phone and his aide. When he pulled out the phone, the first to things he saw were his and his daughter's face with a red label declaring them "Priority Targets."

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Sorry if that felt rushed or slightly OOC. I did this quickly on the app because it's dead at work. Part 2 to come shortly.

#sorry not sorry #civil war fixit #how that scene should have happened #steve rogers would totally call bullshit #as would natasha #but more on that later #anti thaddeus ross #anti tony stark #anti sokovia accords #anti accords #my writing #spitefic

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the-firebird69 · 9 months

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And he's not sure he's just posted a post that sat there if bja tacked on some stuff. But we think he didn't, and the methane level is pretty high your son is saying it too he can taste it. And it is high it's pretty gassy here. And he'll have to have the antidote this is probably and there's a lot going on today this place it's going to be busy and we're rolling in and we are going to do projects in Charlotte county several of them one of them is the towers and we've been awarded that and told to go on it and Max work with us there's a few other projects. One of them is in town that's punta Gorda and it's not a bad project it's a legitimate project and people don't believe it when we tell them what it is it's Bank of America yeah it won't touch it or something so people want to know why it's fun as you kill it if it's leaking you fix the leak we know why they found fungus and they don't know what to do. You know what to do you get the building and you spray it down for fungus until the fungus is killed but they want to do is camp outside until it goes away and fix a roof first and say they do that and check that it's not done and they're nuts the sun says to take more than a year if the roof is not fixed right and Mac agreed and said they need to fix the roof and some old piece of dumb s*** who used to work there was sitting at the bank tents so you don't have to get up on in there you're just like this other squirrely guy and he meant it the sun said screw you and he had an image of a him holding a pistol on him and said you don't need no order down there in your Islands and he said I'm going to get you oh no a f** old s*** is going to be following me I don't know how to handle that yet let me think we have a crematorium for you and you're going to be joining it s*** head. So he said that's not very nice it works for us. Welcome to Florida retired piece of crap. And they were laughing at him and he said you're disgusting and he's as he's leaving he's flipping them the bird the lady is going what is that the bony finger you use them fine so became very angry and frustrated and they called for a security guard comes back and is waving the finger at them and says screw you I'll be back with a gun so they called the cops so you sat there all morning scene stupid things please leave your laughing. So leave so he left but he was threatening the whole time subtly. You're starting for them not to run the bank want them to feel like going home they called the cops and the cops said you should have security all the time so they got that done and the idiots start working the security guard constantly and they're not the security guards and they call the cops important behavior of 50 times and you told the police one day it's not my idea of a perfect job but I have got a lot of exposure for this I got Sunday I want to be a cop they told him where he could go to the academy and he took it well then swing back around and it was an idiot he said why don't you just get in we saw what you're doing all day here. You said they're trying to steal the money it's annoying as hell the lady said you can't get anybody to do a real security job in this country and she's right they suck so bad. We got to get in the car in the driving off because I'm going to be a cop now and he says no full blown sheriff so they're laughing and he goes okay it's like me and you people suck so bad and why are your stupid jokes supposed to be things that fool us es I want to be a cop someday ohh and you started laughing and he said it's a stupid thing to say. He said to us and we know that one so they come around from the other side of the car and say get out and he goes on that side because it must be on this side he's trying to scooch over and we stand and pull them out cuz it took forever and drag them out of the ground and beat him to death

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faynia · 4 years

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“You fell off my plane.”

“I-oh. Oh!” Peter grapples with the brick wall behind him and tries to haul himself upright. “Wait -Okay. Don’t- Just- No, no. No, you’ve got to-“

Somehow, and Peter isn’t sure how, but the Iron Man suit seems to radiate disapproval. Without moving. Is that why the faceplate was designed like that? Because wow. That is super duper effective. Like 10/10. Well done. High roll for intimidation. Peter’s existence feels heavily disapproved of. It’s a lot to take in at that moment.

“It’s being taken care of.” Iron Man bends over and for a horrifying second Peter imagines the jaw plate unhinging anaconda style ready to swallow him whole when it registers what he’s been told. “What?”

”Yeah.” The faceplate flips up and Peter flinches back. Giant snake. Don’t eat me. “You know most people who want my attention harass me on Twitter.”

“I did-“

“You hijacked a plane full of weapons,” Stark interrupts. “It’s flight path wasn’t registered with the FAA. It’s completely off the grid. Retroreflectors in place. Nobody knew about that plane taking off.”

Peter cringes. “I didn’t-“

“Nope. Try again.”

“You weren’t there!” Peter shouts, fighting his way onto unsteady legs. A wave of vertigo sweeps over him and almost sends him straight back to the ground, and would if he wasn’t hanging tight to the wall with all his might.

Stark’s face blanks and his voice goes alarmingly quiet. “Excuse me?”

“They were selling those weapons on the streets,” Peter snaps. His head pounds as he focuses on Mr. Stark’s face. “People were dying and nobody noticed!” Dizziness makes him wobble as he takes a step away from the wall. “Nobody ever notices! The police can’t handle it, the FBI only knows about the big deals, and the Avengers-” Peter snorts and it’s wet and gross and he’s pretty sure he started crying though he can’t remember when. “They don’t ever look out for the little people. That plane? Your plane? It was rigged to blow and you didn’t even know, did you? You never notice until it’s end of the world level stuff and you think that’s enough?”

“Kid-“ Stark takes a step toward him.

“No.” Peter shoves at him before he could get closer but the armor doesn’t even sway. It doesn’t even move and Peter’s fingers leave bloody smears across the pristine metal. “I fell. Off your plane, Mr. Stark. That is full of alien-tech that you guys just left on the streets, and it had a bomb strapped to it. A bomb I just disabled, and you didn’t notice. You didn’t notice and I tried.” Peter’s wheezing, his chest tightening as he struggles to breathe through the tears clogging his throat. He wipes angrily at his face, ripping back his hood because what was the point? If Tony Stark found him once he’d find him again. And again. And again. And Peter doesn’t understand. He doesn’t understand why he was followed this time when he’s been running this beat for months now, trying to keep his neighborhood safe. All of New York safe and it’s just being thrown right in his face. “Why? Why now? Why do you care now?”

“Who do you think contacted the FBI?”

“What can the FBI do against people firing weapons that can vaporize you? They nearly sunk a ferry! Have you even- I can’t-“ Peter sags, back hitting the wall and head tipped back toward the blackened sky. Raindrops hit his upturned face and streak down his cheeks, mingling with tears before dripping to the ground. “I can’t do this alone,” he mumbles, “I’m just a kid. I can’t do this alone and nobody is helping me!”

He tries to shove past Stark but the man grabs him by the arm and it’s then he remembers the talons ripping through his suit into his chest and his knees buckle as a strangled yelp echoes up and out of the alley. For a wild moment, he thinks someone else is being hurt. It takes him a second to realize the noise had come from him.

“Easy. You’re bleeding.”

“No thanks to you.”

Stark rolled his eyes and just kept staring at the sky like it might hold some answers, but Peter already knows it doesn’t. It never does. This is clearly the timeline God abandoned, literally even, Thor hasn’t been seen on Earth in years. So it’s hardly a surprise when the man’s heavy gaze comes back down and lands on Peter as if he’s a complicated problem to solve.

“Yeah. No. This isn’t working. You’re coming back with me.”

Peter yanks his arm away. Too fast. Too fast. And gapes. “What?!”

“You’re injured,” Stark points out. “Probably a concussion and don’t think I didn’t notice the way you’re favoring your ribs, bud.” Peter squirms under his knowing look. It’s not fair he can do that. Read him like that. They don’t even know each other. Stark literally knows nothing about him. “Unless you want to go to a hospital?” Peter sullenly shakes his head. “Thought not. So let’s take a look at your options, hm? One. I leave you here. You try to do your swinging thing home and end up dead on a rooftop. Two. You get your ass to a hospital and get outed to the government. Or Three. You let me take you back to the Tower. Patch you up and then have a fun little chat about how we ended up in this position.”

“Can I vote none of the above?” Peter asks.

“Not up for debate.” Stark crosses his arms and stares him down. “I’m a very busy person. Clock’s ticking. What’s it going to be, kid?”

Peter bows his head and clenches his hands. “I’ll go with you.”

#irondad #peter parker #tony stark #bamf peter parker #he's just a kid. he's got asthma.#nanowrimo #i really need to title this thing #super au canon divergence #i can't even describe how very canon-diverged this story is #not the meeting we wanted or needed but probably one we deserved #peter is not here for the avengers bs

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userdokja · 5 years

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Trust me. | Steve Rogers x Reader.

Requested? Yes.

Request by: @supernaturalonthecase

Summary: Reader gets blamed for something she didn't do, After two years Steve looks for her and It wasn't really a perfect reunion.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff My Writing and Grammar. I also got carried away with this fic. and I can't do the read more thing I'm on mah phone.

This is 1.8 k words.

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"Y/n, Why don't you just tell us, what happened?" all of your were In a room, And all eyes were on you. everyone was angry, They occasionally raised their voice. Which made you feel guitly

"Natasha, It wasn't me. I was beating up those guy's asses not give them classified formation." You felt like you were trapped. The mission went badly since 'you' almost killed three Shield agents by burning them, and gave Hydra Information about the Avengers. "I wouldn't do that."

"That woman right there looks exactly like you Y/n. Do you have an evil twin sister we don't know about?" Tony put a picture in front of you as he talked, And he was right. But so, so wrong.

"m-maybe Hydra is working on another experiment make a clone.. I saw her too.." You weren't sure if your theory would make them stop blaming it all on you. And their silence made you realize that, that wasn't going to happen.

"Enough of the excuses Y/n! A lot of people got In trouble just because you can't control you powers and Can't keep your mouth shut!" Tony's words hurt you but you just strayed silent.

"We decided that...Instead of holding you as prisoner here. Maybe we should-- You should leave." You dropped your head, And sighed softly.

"Why won't you trust me?"

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You met Steve on the way out, He tried talking to you but you waved him away. He followed you on your way to your room and that's when you turned around to look at him. His heart breaking as his eyes bet your teary ones.

"Why didn't you tell them that It wasn't me?" Your words came out as a whisper. "Is It Because I came from Hydra? If that's the reason... Then I think you forgot that I've been In this team for Years, and yet I'm still trying to convince everyone that they can trust me." You gave him a sad smile. "I thought that when you told me that you loved me, I finally found someone who trusts me back."

"Y/n.." Steve trailed off, But he didn't know what to say. An apology? An Explanation? He didn't get to say anything before you shut the door on his face.

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It's been Two years since you were kicked out from the Avengers. You worked In a small diner near a flat that your rented. You always found it funny how someone that was once a 'hero' Became a simple person in the end.

Your first month without the Avengers was filled with stress, And sadness. You'd find papers with your alias on the front page, Questioning where you were or why you weren't with them anymore. The news died down on the fifth month. You found a stable Job, A good apartment you even adopted the dog. Sometimes you'd wonder how they're doing. If they still think you're the person who can never be trusted.

You've been getting a lot of call and texts from the team but you chose to avoid all of it, Wondering how they found your number. Until one day at work.

"Can I order an espresso please?" Your thoughts were cut off by a familiar voice. You looked up and saw Steve In a casual outfit.

"What the fuck are you doing here Rogers?" You always thought that Steve's name and a curse word wasn't appropriate to be In one sentence. But here you are.

"You were right, Hydra was working on a cloning device we thought you were dead--"

"Can you wait for me until my shift is over? There's a long line behind you." Steve nodded and walked away, He sat on a table nearest to you as possible, distracting you as you took the next person's order.

"So you destroyed it already?" He nods. "Well That's good, at least no one's going to get blamed for it anymore... have a good day Steve." You kiss his cheek and walked away.

"Y/n, we were thinking of bringing you back." You were just about to open your door as he said those words, You rolled your eyes and gestured for him to come with you.

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Steve looks around, and you took your chance to study his features, His face was still the same, Those beautiful blue eyes that you missed staring at. Your dog ran to Steve and he crouched down to pet him, you watch them In admiration as he checked his dog tag.

"Capsicle?" He laughed and Capsicle barked.

"It was supposed Captain Spangles so I named him Capsicle." After you finished saying your dog's name a loud shatter of glass was heard and a bullet hit your shoulder, and your side, you winced in pain and clumsily dropped down to the ground hoping not to be shot again. the glass cut your thighs, You cursed yourself for not thinking of it.

"Did you plan this?" You you yelled at Steve who was on the ground as well.

"Why the hell would I?!" The person kept on shooting at you, Your window was now completely destroyed.

"You showed up and soon there's strangers shooting at me!" Capsicle ran to you and you shielded him away from the bullets. "Where's your goddamn shield?"

"I WAS PLANNING TO VISIT YOU AND I CANY JUST CARRY IT AROUND!" You groaned In pain and In frustration. you crawled towards the next room- which was the bedroom and opened the closet door. You picked up your gun and started shooting from the bedroom window. The person ducked and you immediately ran out the room.

"Why the hell Didn't you bring anything?" You ask the supersoldier beside you as you took the stairs on the way down.

"I was planning on recruiting you again Y/n. and your wound is bleeding a lot we should go to the hospital."

"Oh so you didn't plan all this to kill me?" you ignored the offer. You reached the ground floor and police came rushing In, Passing by you not noticing that you've been shot.

"Stop saying that, You know I wouldn't do that. why won't you trust me?"

"Because you didn't trust me."

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"Where to now?" He asked after wandering around the streets for about ten minutes. Capsicle was following behind you.

"I don't know,call your team mates maybe? and come help us because my shoulder is starting to hurt.. And it's cold out here." You rubbed your hands together crating a small sparkle. Steve agreed with your suggestion and pulled out his phone.

You put more pressure on your wound, your shirt was black so the blood wasn't noticable, You looked around and started to get a little dizzy. You blinked a couple of times trying to focus.

"Y/n are you okay? we should've stopped somewhere.."

"Shut up.. Let's just sit down for a moment.." you sat on the floor, but Steve just crouched down beside you with a worried look on his face.

"Get away.. You'll get embarrassed because of me, I look like a girl who got her period." You laughed nervously. "Look at my pants!" you heard a car pull over, You didn't know what Steve was saying but you felt him carry you and placed you at the back of the car. you felt Capsicle licked your face and whine sadly before passing out.

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You woke up because of the beeping noise, Thinking it was your alarm clock you reached out to your side and ended up dropping your arm in pain. You recalled what happened and looked around.

Steve was sleeping on the couch and Capsicle was beside him. Bruce walked In and smiled when he saw you awake.

"What's up Banner? Did you ask Natasha out yet?" He blushed at your questions but nodded anyways.

"Yes actually, thank you for asking. Are you In any kind of pain? Your wounds aren't hurting?" You just shake your head as a response. Your eyes wandered to Steve again. wondering why he didn't wake yet. "He's been here for three days. Waiting for you to wake up he really misses you. It was messed up when you left he wasn't the same especially when we learned that you were right. and also when we heard a rumour that you were dead. We spent a couple of days looking for you, We didn't know you changed your last name. You should give him a chance Y/n/n." He smiled kindly at you before leaving the room.

Steve shifted a bit when the door closed. He opened his eyes and found yours, He stood up accidentally waking up Capsicle as well.

"Are you okay?" He sits on the chair beside you.

"Yep, Are you?" He nods. Silence took over until you talked. "Bruce told me You've been here for three days. You didn't have to do that."

"It's fine. We found the man who shot you, He was meant to kill me. We're still looking for the one who ordered him to do it."

"Okay then, am I going home?"

"So you're not staying?" He looks at you with sad eyes and you just smiled at him.

"I think you misunderstood my question Steve. That apartment was never my home." You take his hand and gripped it tightly. Maybe Bruce was right... You should give him a second chance.

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You were transferred to your old room, It was still the same and when you asked Steve why he told you that he didn't let anyone go In your room when they thought you were dead. He'd sometimes lay down your bed.

The whole team visited you, which consisted of awkward silence, some tears, And apologies.

"Thor It's okay, I'm not dead." Thor was one of the people who was devastated about your 'death', Since he was your best friend and you were his.

"I was just so worried..." It was unusual to see Thor so sad since most of the time he's the one to make you smile.

"I know I'm sorry for worrying you. What about later we'll go get some food?" A smile quickly crept up his face.

"Deal."

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It's been a month since you returned to the Tower, everything's great. Steve made it up to you by taking you out on a date- With Capsicle following of course. He told you about what was happening when you were gone, And how the team regretting kicking you out.

"Steve! let's go sit here for a minute." You dragged him towards the park bench, you both sat down which gave you a perfect view of the children playing.

"You wanna go play?" You grinned at him.

"We're adults we can't just--" Before he could finish his sentence you grab his hand and walked to the empty swings. You sat down and Steve did the same but slowly, Afraid that he might break it.

"You're not going to break it Steve. just sit down."

"I'll break it!"

"Trust me." He did what you said and waited, probably waiting him to drop on the ground. But it never happened.

"See?" He rolled his eyes at you. "Scaredy cat."

"Oh fuck off."

"Language Captain." Your conversation went on, Probably the best one you had for a while. The best thing was your trust started to build up knowing that none of you are going to break it.

Permanent Tags: @aintnouseofpretending @just4muggles @vibhati123 @heartbeats-wildly

A/n: I think there's a lot of mistakes here..

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roombagreyjoy · 4 years

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Prompt - "What the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt." And someone from Ragnarok? (Preferably Laurits lmao) there's not enough content for this show tbh

Here you go! This took me way too long to edit (I wrote it in two or three hours, during a manic, sleepless spree at 4AM and it needed a lot of work to be decent enough to be posted)

I am still taking prompts. However, I lost the Prompt List this was taken from because according to Tumblr, it doesn’t exist in my blog anymore! Say hooray for a functioning website! But if you want to, you can still request stuff, freestyle this time! (probably for as long as quarantine lasts; I use these to warm up for my actual writing job, so they’re greatly appreciated)

Oh, and before I forget: IF YOU REPOST MY WORK WITHOUT MY EXPLICIT PERMISSION I WILL RIP YOUR HEAD RIGHT OFF YOUR BODY thank you for understanding :)

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Prompt #1: (You can also read it on my AO3 page)

Concerned & upset: “What the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt.”

Alternative Title: Magne does a Big Mad and it has Consequences. Laurits is just here to have a good time, to be honest.

Fandom: Ragnarök (Netflix 2020)

Pairings: None

Characters: Laurits Seier & Magne Seier, Ran Jutul (mentioned), Turid Seier (mentioned), Gry Isungset (mentioned), Fjor Jutul (mentioned), Vidar Jutul (mentioned)

Content Warnings: Some swearing, non-explicit violence, poorly executed pop culture references.

Length: 1550 words (even though AO3 says the contrary I swear it’s 1550 I deleted an entire sentence for it to fit perfectly don’t @ me I will stomp you to death with my hooves)

“What the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt.”

The answer came just a second too late. His brother, as always, was lost deep in his own thoughts, oblivious to the outside world except for those occasions he deemed worthy of his attention. Laurits really, really could not understand this. Magne was opening his mouth to reply already, at a wearing speed if Laurits may say so himself, so he beat his brother to it, robbing him of a chance to explain himself.

“You really have changed since we came to Edda,” he said.

“I told you!” Magne protested. “I-”

“You’ve got stupider.”

“Hey!”

“Hey.”

Magne was silent again, but this time he replied in time to avoid one of his younger brother’s viper-like comments.

“… That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?” Laurits was being vicious with him today, for some reason. Unfairly so, thought Magne. “Isn’t it, truly, my brother dear?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Alright.”

“You’re being kind of a dick, you know.”

“Okay.”

He didn’t even hesitate to reply. Not once. Then again, he never did. Magne didn’t know what had got into him, but he knew that the blame was probably on his shoulders. At least from his brother’s perspective.

“Look… I tried explaining it to you, but if you’re going to keep on being an asshole about it and tell me that you don’t believe me… again…”

Laurits stared at him intently, waiting for him to finish the sentence for the first time since they sat down in their beautiful, precious, lavender blue living room. Kitchen? Lounge? The house was way too small to try and categorise every room in it. Not that there were many, anyway.

And it was godawfully horrible. The house, he meant. The floors creaked, the water pressure was practically non-existent, the wind came through the ancient wooden planks in the walls and the floor, through the carpet and the wallpaper, taking hold of him even when he curled up under the blankets, deep in his bones… the neighbourhood was pretty much a ghetto. And Magne still could not get along with his goddamn sentence. Laurits really needed a Valium at that point. Or a couple shots of vodka. And a cigarette.

“So?” He basically beseeched Magne to continue.

“So what?!”

“Well. Carry on.”

Wayward son.

This really wasn’t the time for that. Pay attention. Your brother’s talking. Or. Well. He’s trying to talk.

“You didn’t believe me the first time. And you don’t believe me now either.”

“Magne…”

“You said I couldn’t throw a hammer that far.”

“You wouldn’t survive being run over by a snowplough either. And yet. Here we are.”

“So, you believed that?”

“I never believe anything, Magne. Trust is for fools.”

“So?” This time was his older brother’s turn. Laurits found it funny for some reason. It probably wasn’t funny, but at that point he was on the brink of an anxiety attack, or a fit of laughing hysteria. Which may actually let loose some of the tension he’d been building up for the past few days, anyway, so that might be productive.

“See, this is why we’re different. You. You don’t look. You don’t pay attention. You don’t corroborate anything.” He said.

“And you do.”

“You bet your ass I do.”

“So what? That makes me an idiot?”

“Maybe? I don’t know. I’m not your uh… headmistress.” He smirked at the thought. The memory, more like. Oh, what a glorious day. And everyone was looking. He was nervous, but confident. The anxiety made him feel alive. He couldn’t perform without it. And performing, that he did. He was born for it. The theatrics, the drama of it all… a mischief well made, a perfect execution.

Oh. He was going to be grounded forever.

Oh. It was so worth it.

Although, on second thought, not being on the Jutul’s good graces might present a problem or two in the future. Perhaps he was the idiot.

That was a problem for future him, however.

And, besides, if what Magne had told him was even remotely true, the stunt he pulled in front of the ever-so-charming people from the town of Edda (more like village, ugh) and their lovely headmistress was the least of his concerns.

He didn’t know how much Magne knew. He didn’t know how much he knew himself. He knew some stuff, of course, but it didn’t seem to be enough. All he knew is that the Jutuls knew more than them. Probably more than them combined and multiplied twice. And that was a problem.

Vidar laying unconscious, or probably dead (because Magne was too much of a wuss to check… either that or he really was way more fucked up by the fight than he claimed he was) was also, if he may say so himself, the very definition of a problem.

He could fix it though. He was always fixing his brother’s fuck-ups. His mother’s. He always fixed everyone’s fuck-ups. Fair enough, he caused more problems than the solved. But that didn’t matter.

He was a kid, for crying out loud. Or was he? Had he always been a kid? Was he still? Can you be a kid if you’re stripped of your childhood, with a dead father, a constantly moving, constantly changing housing situation, a detached mother and a brother as thick as a brick? He understood why Magne was the way he was. Sometimes he wondered why he hadn’t ended up that way as well.

“Hm.” He hummed, seeing Magne was not likely to continue the conversation. “So. Thor.”

“Yes. Thor.”

“Yes Thor.”

“That’s… that’s what I said.”

“And Gry also knows.”

“How much does she know?”

“As much as you. Maybe less… maybe more. Whatever Fjor has told her.”

A pinch in his stomach. That was going to be a problem.

All he seemed to be getting were problems.

“Because they left together.” Laurits said, recounting what Magne had told him.

“Yeah.”

A thought crossed Laurits’ mind like a lightning bolt. If you’ll excuse the pun. Something to take his mind off the fact that Gry was leaving with Fjor. He really should not be feeling this jealous. He coughed slightly. The thought was gone. Crisis averted. For now.

“And Saxa?” He asked.

“What about her?” Magne stared at him in confusion.

“She was there, singing. And then I gave my speech.”

“So, she couldn’t have seen anything.”

“Neither could Ran. But I’m more worried about Saxa. She’s vicious.”

“You don’t think Ran could be mad about me killing her husband?” Magne. Please. For the love of anything you hold sacred. Don’t yell things like that. These walls are paper thin, for crying out loud.

“What I think doesn’t matter because we don’t know anything. But, as you’ve asked, I think Ran is more rational than her. I don’t think she would do anything to compromise her position with the people in town.”

“She’s already compromised.”

“She’s a-ah.” Laurits let out a small, incredulous chuckle. “Of course she’s already compromised. What did you do, you sick son of a bitch?”

“I may or may not have left a couple of those toxic kegs in front of the police station.”

“I may or may not be surprised that you were actually right about that.”

“You’re not.”

“You’re right: I’m not. This town sucks. But I stand by what I said: you really need to quit the Isoldecologist act.”

Magne did not reply.

“Look. The kegs are irrelevant. Ran is not tied to Jutul industries the way Vidar is. Was. May still be.” Continued Laurits.

“But the rumour…”

“Fair point. But still, she may not be legally tied to them.”

“People talk…”

“Shit. Most people talk shit. But yes, as I said, you’ve got a point. She has to keep her reputation, after all…” That was an interesting turn of events.

“So, what do we do?”

“We? Why are you including me?”

“Well, I just told you all this. You’re not just going to sit there and do nothing, are you?” Magne frowned.

But he was right. Laurits was tired of doing nothing. He had done nothing long enough. That situation had changed a few hours ago, actually. And he suposed he could not stand idle for any longer.

“Fine. We will think of something once you get rid of those clothes, shower, and mum comes home and we pretend nothing has happened. You smell like a poorly cooked barbeque.”

Magne let out a big, deep sigh. “Okay.”

“… I’m still mad at you, you know.”

“What for?”

“Um. Electrocuting yourself, for starters.”

“That wasn’t me, that was-”

“Thor. Yeah, yeah. Whatever. What if you weren’t, though. What if you were wrong? You could’ve got hurt.”

“You already said that.”

“And you’ll hear it again!” He said, triumphantly raising his fist in the air. Magne, as usual, just stared at him. Laurits let out his breath, defeatedly. He really couldn’t do anything fun in this house, no one understood pop culture references.

“Look,” he said. “Just go shower. Mum will yell at you for a bit. We’ll have dinner. She’ll take her usual spot in front of the TV, sulk for a while, pass out, and then we can talk. I got to make a few calls.”

#this is SHIT i'm sorry i did what i could #mine #my fic #my writing #the gremlin writes fanfiction #ragnarok #ragnarok netflix #laurits seier #prompt challenge #this took me way too long for the length it is but i shall take no responsibility for my actions because i have to go to work now lol

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musicalluna · 5 years

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it happens

this is for @arukou-arukou and it too me much longer than I intended but! steve-centric team fluff with Steve having a panic attack

The asphalt beneath Steve's boots is so hot he can feel it on his face. The police are wrapping up the scene around him, two hundred yards up the street in either direction, and the rest of the team is reporting their movements as they reassemble. He's surveying everything, taking his first easy breath after the action, when a sudden rush of heat that has nothing to do with the weather boils up in his chest and into his face. His heart starts to race.

The fight's been over for almost twenty minutes and there's no ongoing threat. The officers are relaxed, ambling along while they work.

Meanwhile, Steve stands in the middle of an empty street, heart pounding harder than it ever did during the fight. His whole body locks up, and he abruptly can't breathe.

–

Natasha emerges from between two police cruisers and spots Steve standing in the middle of the street. There's something very wrong in his posture. She keys her comm.

“Cap?”

He doesn't answer and even from a hundred yards away she can see his chest heaving. She breaks into a jog.

“Cap,” she calls again over the comm, trying to keep her movements casual. She doesn't want to attract unnecessary attention.

Then Steve folds to the street and she stops caring, breaking into a sprint.

“Steve!”

Thor touches down midway between them and Natasha races straight past him, dropping to her knees at Steve's side. His eyes snap up to her face and he reaches out, hands shaking. His face is starting to glisten with sweat, his blue eyes huge.

“Nat,” he gasps. “Nat, I think—” His hands drop to the asphalt, curling into fists. “Something's wrong.”

“Stark, get down here, now,” she barks into the comm.

“What has happened?” Thor asks. “Are you not well?”

She puts a hand on Steve's knee, suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that, while he’s technically older than her, he's lived less years than she has. He's only twenty-six. Right now, hunched over and gasping, with terror written all over his face he looks even younger.

Natasha realizes she's never seen him scared before. She's never wanted to take care of anyone as badly as she does right now.

“It's okay,” she assures him. “Steve, you're going to be okay. Breathe with me.”

“What's going on?” Tony demands, touching down carefully next to them. “Cap? Were you hit?”

Steve shakes his head, but it's barely noticeable with the way he's quivering from head to toe.

“He says something's wrong,” Natasha tells Tony. “Can you do a scan?”

“Already on it,” Tony replies grimly. Despite the suit's voice modulation, Natasha can tell he's anxious.

Steve hunches forward, curling over his knees. “Oh, god,” he says in a small voice. “Nat. I think—I think it’s bad.”

That scares her. Steve has literally been at death’s door and said nothing. She grabs his hand, squeezes it. “We are not going to let that happen, Steve.”

“Certainly not,” Thor adds, crouching down. He’s keeping his distance, giving Steve space.

Clint jogs up and bends over, hands on his knees. “What’s going on?” he pants. Natasha ignores him because Steve looks petrified.

“You're not dying,” Tony says decisively.

“Dying, what the hell did I miss?” Clint demands.

“I'm not?” Steve starts to shake his head, obviously not believing it.

“No.” Natasha's only slightly surprised when Tony kneels down next to them, the faceplate retracting so he can look Steve in the eye. “Steve, you’re having a panic attack.”

The knot in Natasha’s stomach unwinds, the relief making her muscles weak. This they can handle.

“What?” Steve's brow furrows. “That can't be—check—check again, Tony, are you sure? I can't breathe—”

“Yes, you can,” she and Tony say at the same time.

“Hey, listen, the first time I had a panic attack I thought I'd been poisoned, okay? I get it. This is the worst feeling. But I promise you, J scanned your vitals and aside from an elevated heart rate, you're golden. This sucks ass, but it’ll pass.”

“Why is this happening?” Steve asks miserably.

That makes Tony shrug helplessly. “Sometimes our brains just suck.”

“This has happened to you?”

Tony huffs. “Yeah, more than a few times. Thanks, New York.”

Steve looks up at him, concern briefly beating out the fear on his face. “That caused it?”

Tony half shrugs. “Seeing what I saw? Yeah.”

Behind them, Clint and Thor have headed off some first responders who have noticed something is up.

“This is awful,” Steve mutters, head dropping forward. “I had no idea you went through that.”

Tony cups the back of Steve’s neck, his smile going a little crooked. “Well, yeah, that was kind of the point.”

Steve looks pained. “You don’t have to do that, Tony.”

Natasha elbows him, even though he probably can’t even feel it through the armor. “Yeah, Tony.”

“Uh, last I checked we were talking about Steve. How you doing, huh?”

With a little surprise in his voice, Steve says, “Better. Wiped. Feels like I’ve been on a marathon mission.”

“Yeah, takes it out of you doesn’t it?”

Steve doesn’t answer, his attention drifting to the busy street around them. The first responders are keeping their distance, but they’re getting looks from every direction. Steve grimaces, drawing himself up.

“Ignore them,” Natasha instructs him.

“They saw,” he mutters.

“No one’s gonna risk being the asshole judging Captain America,” Clint says breezily. “Forget it.”

“Come on,” Tony says, rising. “Let’s go home.” He gives Steve a hand up and Thor puts a steadying hand on his back, rising with them. Natasha gets to her feet.

“I’ll take care of things here.”

Steve looks around the street again, obviously reluctant—he hates leaving a job unfinished—but he’s leaning heavily into Tony and the exhaustion wins out. “Report back.”

“Of course,” Nat says with a nod.

Tony loops an arm around Steve’s waist and Steve steps onto his boot. “We won’t wait up,” Tony says lightly.

They take off at a sedate pace, Tony obviously taking care with his cargo. Natasha imagines they’ll go home and get changed into something comfortable and Steve will ask more questions about Tony’s panic attacks, less embarrassed without the rest of them there. Just the two of them, Tony will be more serious in his replies, more blatantly vulnerable. Then they’ll sprawl on the couch because Steve won’t want to be alone and that’s where she and the others will find them when they get home, Steve probably passed out and drooling on Tony’s shoulder, and they’ll join them.

Because that’s what they do.

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Turns out she’s right about the drool, but wrong about the location. Steve’s drooling on Tony’s thigh where his head’s pillowed.

“How long have you been like this?” she asks.

Tony shrugs. “He’s less freaked out. Worth it.”

Natasha smiles.

#Natasha romanova #Steve rogers #Tony stark #team fic #emotional hurt/comfort #panic attack #hurt!steve rogers #kinda #captain america #black widow #iron man #fluff #arukou arukou

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anagentinwriting · 5 years

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Summary: (Modern AU) Peter was your college sweetheart until a certain event led to your break up. Seven years later another event brings you two back together, but this time a little girl is in the picture. Will listening to your podcasts be the reason you two get back together or be another reason to keep you apart?

Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader

Word Count: 3452

Warnings: Accident, Hospitals, Injuries

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Peter tapped his foot as he listened to the new group talent Walkman Records was planning to sign. Natasha discovered The Revengers after watching their videos online realizing they had a distinct refreshing sound people would love. Val, their lead singer, could tell a story through her voice while her bandmates helped bring the story to life. Thor, a tall not so handsome guy, strummed the guitar, Heimdall beat on the bass, and Bruce played the drums. They were a great group of individuals, and he couldn’t wait to see where their career would take them.

Bucky sat beside Peter, listening to Val’s voice as he adjusted a few marks on the soundboard. Once he was satisfied, he leaned back in his chair to enjoy the rest of the song. Peter mouthed along to Val’s lyrics, getting lost in her song when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

“Mantis, I told you not to interrupt us unless it’s an emergency. Buck and I are in the middle of a session,” Peter remarked, swinging his chair around to face her.

“Sorry, but there is someone on the phone saying it is an emergency and needs to speak with you,” Mantis replied in a soft voice, looking a little shaken.

“Is it the same boy from Queens who keeps calling coming up with random reasons to get us to sign his girlfriend?”

“No, it’s a woman. She threatened to break my arm if I don’t get you on the phone right away.”

“Okay, well that doesn’t narrow it down,” Peter sighed, running a hand down his face. “Did you get a name?”

“Gamora,” Mantis whispered in a frightened tone.

“Sounds like something she would do. I’ll take the call in my office.” He stood up, nudging Bucky to let him know he needed to take a call. Bucky nodded as Peter stepped out of the room. He hasn’t spoken to Gamora since you broke up with him years ago, so why would she be trying to contact him now? “Hey Gamora, still threatening people I hear. What’s it been like......seven years?”

“Yup. It gets things done faster, and it’s pretty handy when it comes to my job.”

“I heard you’re a big-time lawyer these days, but I can’t say I‘m not surprised.”

“Whatever, Peter. I didn’t call to make small talk with you.” Gamora paused. “I know you and YN didn’t end on the best of terms, but I promised her that if anything happened to her I would call and tell you…”

“Wait, hold on a second--” he interrupted her “--what happened to YN?”

“She was in an accident this morning.”

“Shit, is she okay?” Peter inquired, running his hand through his hair. “I mean, why would I care? We broke up years ago.”

“Okay, I'll try to believe that.” He could picture Gamora rolling her eyes through the phone. “I still haven’t heard anything, since she went into surgery. I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing at this point.” She cleared her throat. “Can you swing by the hospital? I need to talk to you about something important.”

“Ahhhh….what is this about? YN and I broke up ages ago. Besides, I’m at work, and I got a lot on my plate right now.”

“I wasn’t asking Peter, I’m telling you. It’s the least you could do after breaking my sister’s heart.”

“You had to go there, didn’t you,” Peter sighed, staring down at his desk in defeat. He should know by now that Gamora never loses a fight once she starts one. “Okay fine, I’ll be there in an hour.”

“Perfect. We’ll see you then, I’ll text you the details.”

They exchanged numbers before hanging up, and he went back into the recording studio. The room was quiet, and he noticed the empty sound booth. Nat must’ve taken them into her office to discuss the contract. He groaned, plopping down in the chair next to Bucky.

“Whoa man, you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Bucky commented, taking in his appearance.

“I have to go meet a friend. Are you and Nat going to be fine without me for a couple of hours?”

“Yeah, it shouldn’t be a problem. Everything’s okay, man?” Bucky narrowed his eyes, moving his long hair out of his face.

“I hope so.”

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Peter pulled up to the hospital not sure what he was expecting. He wasn’t dating you anymore, but he didn’t want to see you hurt. He went up to the waiting room Gamora mentioned, but no one was there besides the nurses behind the desk.

“Excuse me,” the nurse at the station looked up at him with a warm smile. “Is YN LN out of surgery?”

She flipped through some files on her desk before clicking away on her computer. “She is still in surgery, but the doctors will be with you as soon as they can. You’re welcome to take a seat and wait. Are you family?”

“Yes,” he nodded without a second thought. He took a seat in the waiting room, running his hands through his hair and down his face. You were still in surgery, which could mean two things: everything was good and they were taking their time, or it was worse than they anticipated. He glanced at the television seeing a reporter speaking about the accident you were in. He read the subtitles as they drifted across the screen.

“On this mornings commute, a dump truck flew through a red light colliding into the side of a bus forcing it to topple over onto its side. We have gotten reports saying at least 12 are injured, but their conditions remain unknown at this time. As paramedics work hard to get everyone to safety, police are still investigating the cause of the accident. I will keep you updated on this story as it unfolds. Back to you in the studio…” Peter’s eyes turned away from the screen and back to the floor.

“Hello, Peter.” He glanced up to find Gamora with a little girl clutching onto her hand and eyeing him over. “You got here quick. Can we talk for a bit?”

“Yeah. Why else would I be here?” He shrugged, standing up from his chair.

“Hey, Bug,” Gamora crouched down in front of the little girl with a caring smile on her face. “Would you be okay with hanging out over there for a little while?” She pointed to the children's playpen.

“Okay,” she nodded, ignoring the playpen to sit on one of the double-seated chairs. She pulled out an old green iPod and slipped in her earbuds as she tried to get comfortable. There was something about the little girl that seemed familiar to him, but he couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

“Someone finally snatched up the lawyer Gamora, who cared more about her career than settling down with some dude. Who’s the lucky guy?” A cocky smile spread across his face.

“She’s not mine. She’s YN’s daughter,” Gamora corrected him.

“Wait, what?” Peter’s smile faded away, leaving his mouth hanging open before he snapped it shut. “When….when did that happen?” He asked, widening his eyes at her.

“Little over 7 years ago.”

“She found a guy right after she left me. Awesome, like that doesn’t hurt my feeling a little bit.”

“Not exactly,” Gamora replied while Peter ignored her.

“It’s good though…..good for her. As long as she found someone who does right by her, and cares about her and makes her happy. I’m happy for her…..” he rambled on.

“Peter shut up.” His eyes snapped to hers as he shut his mouth. “YN’s had only one person in her life for the last 7 years, and it’s been her daughter.” He narrowed his eyes, not understanding where she was going with this. “Okay, I promised YN if anything ever happened to her I would tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“The little girl over there--” she glanced in her direction “--is your daughter,” Gamora confessed in a hushed whisper, forcing Peter’s eyebrows to shoot up his forehead.

“What? No! No, no, no, no.” He shook his head not believing this. “It can't be! I would’ve known if YN was pregnant. She...she would’ve told me.”

“Really? Because the last I remember, you were halfway across the country when she found out.”

Gamora had him there. This must’ve all happened when he was at his internship in LA. How did he not know? Why didn’t he realize something was wrong? You always seemed so happy whenever he talked to you on the phone or through video chat. “Why didn't she tell me?”

“YN tried to tell you, but she was afraid of how you’d react. Once she started to show, she knew she needed to tell you so she went to L.A. to surprise you and we both know how that turned out,” Gamora recalled, forcing Peter to clench his jaw. “I can’t tell you why she hasn’t told you because I don’t know why.” Gamora shrugged.

His eyes flickered over to the little girl swinging her legs back and forth in her seat. Her eyes connected with his for a split second before she focused back to her feet. “What's her name?

“Meredith,” Gamora revealed, keeping a close eye on him.

Peter’s head snapped to her. “She named her after...after my mother.” Gamora nodded. He ran his hand through his hair, letting out a deep breath. “Why...um...do you..” He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to find the right words.

“YN wanted to name her after a strong woman,” Gamora filled in the blanks, making Peter crack a small smirk. “She’s a wonderful little girl. Strong headed and soft-hearted like her mother, but her quick-witted humor and love of music comes from her father.” He breathed a smirk, shaking his head at the little girl. “Can I ask you to do me a favor?”

“What’s the favor?”

“I’m due in court tomorrow, and I have to get caught up on what I missed today. Would you mind watching her tonight? I can't take her with me, and she’s too young to be left alone.”

“Ah...is this a good idea? She doesn’t even know me. Whatever happened to the whole stranger danger phase?”

“Trust me, you’re my last option.” Peter scoffed, forcing Gamora to roll her eyes. “If I could ask Nebula, I would, but she’s out of the country. I could ask a sitter, but Meredith hates them. She says they’re only in it for the money.”

He chuckled at her response. “Wait, hold on, you need me to take her tonight? Like tonight tonight? Right now.” He let out a deep breath as he glanced between Meredith and Gamora.

“What else would I mean by tonight? Meredith is smart for her age and if she needs anything she’ll ask for it.”

“Do you trust me to take care of her? I mean I once had a goldfish, and it died. I had a dog, but it ran away. This is an actual human being,” he emphasized, biting his lip to calm the nerves tingling in his stomach.

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t trust you after what you did to my sister, but you’re all I got at this point.”

“Psh.....that’s reassuring,” Peter scoffed, taking a deep breath to think it over. “I have to move some things around, but she’s my daughter, and I should at least get to know her. Right?”

“That's the spirit.” Gamora patted him on the shoulder.

“Does she know who I am? Does she know anything about me?”

“YN’s told her some things, but as far as I know, she doesn’t know who you are.” He nodded, pushing his lips together in a tight line. Gamora walked over to Meredith with Peter in tow. “Hey, Bug.” Gamora leaned down, placing a hand on Meredith’s arm as she took out her earbuds. “An old friend of your mom's is going to watch you tonight and tomorrow until I’m done with work. Do you think you could take care of him for me?”

Meredith peeked up at him through her eyelashes and scrunched up her face as she observed Peter. She was the spitting image of her mother, except for her eyes; she had his eyes. “I can’t promise anything, Gam,” she mumbled, shrugging her small shoulders.

“Hi, I'm Peter.” Peter held out his hand, and she reached up shaking it.

“I’m Meredith Quill.”

_________

Peter sat in the waiting room for what felt like hours. They still haven’t heard any news about your condition, and it was making him nervous. He didn’t want to lose you all over again especially after finding out he shared a daughter with you. He had so many questions he wanted to ask you: Why didn’t you ever tell him? Did you think he would get upset and leave? Did you not think he was ready to be a father back then? What about today?

Peter flipped through a hospital magazine, keeping a close eye on Meredith. He still couldn’t get over the fact he had a daughter. She swung her legs back and forth in her chair as she mouthed along to the lyrics flowing through her earbuds. He smirked, knowing he did this at the studio all the time. Something in front of her caught her attention as a soft smile spread across her lips. Peter glanced in the direction to find a golden retriever.

Meredith shoved her iPod in her pocket as she approached the dog. He couldn’t hear the conversation between Meredith and the owner, but he suspected it was about petting his dog. The man nodded with a smile, and she knelt down scratching the dogs head as it licked her face. He couldn’t help but enjoy seeing her smile for the first time.

“Mer is more like you than you think,” Gamora commented, highlighting and reading through some documents a seat away from him.

“How so?”

“She loves animals and won’t leave the house without her iPod. Sure YN loves music, too, but the way Mer listens to it is a lot like you. She can be a real pain in the ass sometimes, too.”

“I think she gets that from her mother though,” he chuckled, making Gamora shake her head in amusement. Mer scratched the dogs head one last time before returning to her chair and her music.

“So, what has YN been up to?” Peter asked, scratching the scruff on his chin.

“Well--” she closed her file “--she’s been working at Potts of Honey for the past 4 years and…”

“Wow! What do they do there?”

“It’s a company helping parents and parents to be. They make all sorts of baby and toddler products, but they’re branching out to older age groups now, too. It’s a good company.” He nodded with pursed lips. “She also helps run a podcast for the company called Everyday's a Monday. It’s been a raging success and it’s helped the company’s brand grow.”

“What kind of podcast is it?”

“A parenting podcast,” Gamora informed, crossing her arms across her chest. “They talk about the latest trends in the industry and parents share their experiences hoping to help other parents. She loves her job.”

“I’m happy for her,” Peter nodded at the floor. “She always wanted to help people, and now she is. It’s great.”

“Her job keeps her busy when Mer isn’t,” she grinned at the little girl. “How’s business at Walkman Records?”

“Good. Natasha’s been finding a lot of great talent, and Bucky’s such an expert on the soundboard it’s insane. Wait, how did you even know where to find me?"

“My assistant found you,” Gamora confessed. “I learned a bit about your career, too. Like, how you and your two friends started Walkman Records six years ago after signing your first client. Somehow you became an overnight success and have been creating music with the best artists of our generation.”

“Hmm, your assistant really did her homework on me.”

“She wanted to keep her job. Excuse me for a second.” Peter nodded as Gamora got up and went to sit next to Mer. She smiled as Mer laid down using Gamora’s leg for a pillow and closed her eyes.

Peter pulled out his phone replying to a few emails while his thumb hovered over the podcast app. He wasn’t a huge podcast listener because he preferred listening to music rather than people talking. He bit his lip trying to figure out if he should download an episode to see what it was all about. He was curious. What did you talk about on there? Were you only the producer of the show or were you the host as well? Maybe he could hear your voice again or your addictive laugh. He shrugged as he started downloading the first couple episodes of Everyday’s a Monday.

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With still no word from the doctors, Peter could feel his stomach turning into knots, and his doubts started to set in. He didn’t want to think about it, but how could he not? He was about to assume the worst when two doctors dressed in scrubs stepped into the waiting room. Gamora noticed them and maneuvered herself out of Mer’s grasp, trying not to wake her. Peter shifted in his seat, so he could hear their conversation better.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Palmer, and this is my colleague Dr. Strange. YN is stable and out of surgery, but we wanted to tell you we did experience some complications.”

“What sort of complications?” Gamora asked, crossing her arms across her chest.

“At the scene, paramedics told us she was conscious and talking, insisting she was fine. Her only complaint was a massive headache and blurry vision. Medics brought her in right away but on the way she suffered a seizure. This forced us to run a quick CT scan, and we discovered a bleed in her brain. We believed she suffered a brain aneurysm from the accident, which led to her seizure. Once we found the bleed, we got her straight into surgery to repair it. This is when the complication during surgery set in causing her hemorrhaged and slip into a coma.”

“Is that normal? Is she going to be okay?” Gamora asked as Dr. Palmer looked to her colleague.

“It is hard to say at this time. We won’t know if she experienced any further damage mentally until she wakes up. Physically all she suffered was a couple of scrapes and bruises, but as of right now, all we can do is wait for her to wake up.”

“Thank you,” Gamora cleared her throat, earning a nod from both doctors. “Are we able to see her?”

“She is going to stay in recovery for the night and be monitored. We encourage you to go home to get some rest tonight so you will be a full 100% refreshed when you see her tomorrow,” Dr. Palmer reassured.

“Can we at least say goodbye to her before we go,” Mer piped up, sneaking up beside Gamora and grabbing her hand. Dr. Palmer peered over at Dr. Strange, but he shook his head no.

“I’m guessing YN is your mother?” Dr. Palmer asked, kneeling down to her level. Meredith nodded. “I bet she would love to see you, too, but she is asleep right now. Your mom needs to rest so she can build her strength to keep up with you when she wakes up. I promise you’ll get to see her tomorrow.”

“I WANNA SEE HER NOW,” she cried, stomping back to the chair. She crossed her arms, staring hard at the table with her forehead scrunched up.

“Don’t worry I’ll talk to her,” Gamora told the doctors. “Thank you again.” The doctors smiled before walking away. Gamora let out a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose before going over to Meredith.

Gamora kneeled down in front of Mer setting her hands on each side of her. Peter could see her mouth moving, but he couldn’t make out the words she was saying. Meredith's arms loosen up around her, and she wiped her nose as Gamora pulled her into a quick hug. Gamora let go of her, and in an instant, she pulled her iPod back out of her pocket.

“What did you tell her,” Peter asked, staring at Mer who didn’t seem to be upset anymore.

“The truth.” Peter narrowed his eyes at her. “YN would want Mer to be strong and patient for her, and let the doctors do their job."

AN: Hope you enjoyed Part 1! Thanks for checking it out. This is a series I have been working on for some time. I am not much for the romantic type, but hopefully, I will be able to pull this off. I would love to hear what you all think so far and any theories on what is going to happen next!

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grandthorkiday · 5 years

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Mob AU “Playthings”

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The first time Valkyrie Brunnhilde met Loki, he was nineteen. She was a beat cop back then, barely out of the academy. He had turned up at hospital on her shift badly beated and coming down from being high. At that time, no one had reported or knew about what happened a year previously. When she had gone to get his statement, she had quickly learned. Or least learned what Loki had felt divulging.

“My brother and I, we’ve been kidnapped.”

“By who?”

He had shook his head nervously. “You won’t believe me. You could be working for him. I shouldn’t have said anything. I-I just want to go home. Will you let me go home?”

“You said you were kidnapped. We’re not going to pump the breaks on something like that. Either you lied, which means I can arrest you for filing a false police report, or you tell me.” Looking back she knew she had been harsh with him. She was new, and hadn’t learned how to speak to victims.

Loki did however did tell her.

“The Grandmaster.”

“En Dwi Gast? The mob boss?”

“I knew you wouldn’t believe me.” He had sneered at her and nearly walked out of the hospital right then and there.

To this day, Val would never know how she had gotten him to stay. Possibly it was because the doctor refused to discharge Loki until he had spent a night for observation. Maybe it was because Loki knew this was his best shot at freedom. Whatever it was, she had gotten a small quick summary of the last year for the kid: he and his brother had been kidnapped from a bar while out celebrating. They had been kept in the basement of one of the eccentric mobster’s many homes for six months before being moved to one of his full floor penthouses.

“He leaves us with some of his men sometimes to be punished. He says he doesn’t like to see us hurt. I…I refused to…to give him head.”

“He’s raping you?”

“Both of us. Thor is still there. He left with him. To some other place. He separates us sometimes. When one of us is…when one of us doesn’t do as he says. You need to get Thor! Please! He’s my older brother and he’s always looked out for me! I’m adopted and…” He had looked away at that. “Please help.”

“I will, you have my word.”

[read more cut]

She had given him her information, promising to return with detectives and the full weight of the NYPD. When she did return the next morning with two detectives from SVU and one from Major Crimes, she found him gone. The doctor explained that Loki’s brother and ‘a family friend’ had came early in the morning and picked him up. He had gone willingly. Security video showed the ‘family friend’ to be a lieutenant of the Sakaar mob family.

“You’ll see him again,” the Major Crimes detective had assured her. “Or what’s left of him once they melt him down.”

That turned out not to be the case. For the next four years, Loki and Thor were frequent flyers in several ERs around the city. A few times Loki even requested her, and she would rush to see him. Half the time she barely caught sight of him as a another ‘family friend’ escorted him out. The other half, when she did see him, he was increasingly not willing to follow up on his first claim of being kidnapped.

“If I say anything, Thor could get hurt! Or worse! It happened the first time. He was so mad. He made Thor sleep in the basement after….,” he fiddled with the hospital gown. “Can you tell our parents…that we love them? And our sister. We’re okay, honest.”

“Loki,” Val had said gently, “you have a broken arm and bruises from head to toe and your came in here so fucking high you were nearly overdosing. You’re not okay.”

“Please.”

After that, Val switched tactics. Mostly because she had been promoted from beat cop to Narcotics, but also a feeling she needed to do something more. She leaked several of her interviews and notes about Loki and Thor to the press. After all, she reasoned, En Dwi Gast was a provocateur and press junkie. Exposed in such a way by the very journalists, pundits, and hosts whose attention he sought may make him slip up and lead to Loki and Thor being free.

That was not the case.

First, Loki was picked in a raid on a drug den owned by the Sakaar mob. He was overdosing and had to get his stomach pumped. On him, he still carried her card, so she was called on the assumption this was one of her informers.

It was at this point she met Thor for the first time. He had come to the hospital alone. It was hard to believe the tall muscular man was a prisoner. That was until he spoke. There was a hollowness in the eyes she was beginning to recognize from abuse victims and a stuttering in the voice at times. He seemed unable to truly stare at her directly, speaking to a tile right behind her head. When he spoke to Loki is was heartbreaking.

“I could have lost you. I’d be alone…with Him.”

“I didn’t mean…I just wanted to forget for a little while.”

“Not like that. Never like that. Promise me, you will throw everything away.”

“I-”

“For me?”

Neither wanted to speak about Grandmaster.

“He’s….we’re his companions.” Thor told the bedside cabinet.

They left the hospital in a cab they hired, their destination was the Gladiator Hotel.

After that, they were seen often. By everyone in New York. They were beside the Grandmaster as he opened up a new wrestling stadium. They joined him on calls to the most popular radio call and morning talk shows in town. They were with him at art galleries, opera houses, and sporting events. They smiled and cuddled close as cameras flashed. They flirtatiously bantered.

“So Loki about those articles-”

“Oh God!”

“Claiming you were kidnapped-”

“Oh I remember this now-”

“Lies and lies! Utter shi-”

“Uh Lo Lo there’s kids listening. It’s a family show!”

“We were talking about morning sex like two minutes ago. No, but to answer your question, I honestly don’t know where people get this nonsense!”

“Like my supposed ties to the Russian mob, like honestly!”

“Apparently you’ve been in the hospital-”

“I’m a recovering addict! What I did is in the past!”

That exchange happened the day she was transferred to Major Crimes. Val remembered listening to it with a few other detectives, feeling sick in her stomach. It would be a year into her transfer that she finally told her new partner about her history with the ‘Grandmaster’s boys".

“Fuck. I mean, y'know you did everything you could right,” Bruce Banner said from over his plate.

“Apart from killing the bastard.”

“Gast has been doing all sort of shit for twenty five years. I bet these two aren’t his first…boys.”

“Has he kept them this long before though?”

“I honestly don’t know. You said their Odin Valhalla’s kids, right? Maybe, he’s using them to get to the Dad?”

“I honestly think in he some twisted fucked up way thinks he loves them. Like he a kid loves his toys…”

Three more years passed. Val kept most articles about Loki and Thor, any that had even a shred of ambiguity. She tried to get in contact with Odin, the famous attorney. At first, he politely refused to speak about ‘private family matters’. After his wife died, however, he threatened to have her charged with harassment.

It was freezing day in January. The sun barely warmed anyone as it shone down. Val had stopped at Starbucks and had picked her usual latte and Bruce’s tea. She had barely sat down the tray and asked about the daily reports when her desk phone rang.

“Is this Officer Valkyrie Brunnhilde?”

“Detective, but yes.”

“This is Dr Jane Foster…do you know a Loki Valhalla?”

She nearly dropped the phone. “Yes.”

“He’s here an-”

“How long has he been there?”

“Three days.”

“Is he….dead?”

“Oh no! He’s um…he’s in recovery. He was dropped in front of the ER. He was barely conscious and severely injured. We feared we could have lost time for awhile. When he woke up, he asked for you. Are you his next of kin?”

“Right now, yes. Give the address.” She made motions to Bruce to hand over a pad of paper and pen. She wrote it down hastily. “You wanna go take down Sakaar?”

“I don’t even get to enjoy my tea?”

“I’ll drive. Call this number. It’s to Hela Valhalla. Tell her she needs to call meet me tonight. Usual place.”

“Now I’m a secretary!” But he was smiling. “What do we got?”

“We got Loki. He’s been in the hospital for two days. No lawyers, no thugs, no Gast.”

“No Thor?”

“Nope. We have to go. Now.”

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