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The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 53)

Summary: The future of the Avengers is under question when Secretary Ross pays a visit

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Angst! Language! Secretary Ross!

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Chapter 53: Electromagnetic headache

The month following the incident in Lagos was a quiet one for the team. For the first week, everyone stuck to themselves as you all came to terms with what happened. Everyone wondered what they could have done differently. There was a ban on watching the news, and the constant news coverage in the first week wasn’t helping anyone. Social media was also a no-go, with lots of people voicing their dislike and distrust towards the team.

Wanda had also closed herself off again. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t get through to help her. The only person seemingly making progress being vision.

Steve was sitting at his desk watching the news coverage from a UN meeting where the King of Wakanda condemned the actions of the team. A fresh wave of guilt crashed over him as he watched but no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t turn it off.

“Stop that,” you say walking into his office when you heard what he was watching.

“I know I just-“ he sighs as you walk over and place your hands on his shoulders.

“It’s hard not to” you finish looking up at the screen.

“Victory at the expense of the innocent is no victory at all,” the king said as you grabbed the remote and turned the screen off.

“We can’t change the past remember,” you tell him rubbing his shoulders.

He nods his head looking up over his shoulder at you, placing a hand on top of yours as a sign of gratitude. When the room went silent Steve could faintly hear the sound of the news coverage continuing in another room. He instantly knew exactly who it was, the only person that blames themselves more than he did.

“Wanda” he sighs getting up from his seat.

You follow him down the corridor towards Wanda’s room where you find her watching the news, her name being specifically mentioned by the news reader. Steve finds the remote and turns the TV off stopping her from punishing herself more.

“It’s my fault,” she says her voice cracking.

“That’s not true,” you tell her softly.

“Turn the TV back on they’re being very specific,” she says glancing over at you.

“I should’ve clocked that bomb vest long before you had to deal with it,” Steve tells her as the two of you walk over to her bed, sitting down on either side of her.

“Rumlow said Bucky and all of a sudden I was a 16-year-old kid again in Brooklyn” Steve sighs glancing over at you before looking at the floor “and people died, it’s on me”

“It’s on both of us,” Wanda says shaking her head.

Steve sighs before glancing over at you. Watching as you rubbed Wanda’s back soothingly, remembering how you talked him down a month prior. What you told him grounding him and helping him move on as best as he could.

“This job… we try to save as many people as we can, sometimes that doesn’t mean everybody but if we can’t find a way to live with that then next time… maybe nobody gets saved,” he says glancing over at you, a small reassuring smile on your lips.

Wanda glances over at you and nods her head slightly as she takes a shaky breath. She goes to say something but gets interrupted by Vision walking through the wall making you all jump.

“Vis! We talked about this” Wanda says scolding him gently.

“Yes, but the door was open so I assumed that,” Vision said pointing to the door before stopping “Captain Rogers wished to know when Mr Stark was arriving”

Steve nodded his head, neither of you seeing Tony since before the incident in Lagos. You assumed it was due to his busy schedule with the work he was doing with universities like MIT. So when he said he was visiting you both were keen to talk to him about the recent events.

“Thank you, we’ll be right down,” Steve says thanking the android.

“I’ll use the door,” Vision says pointing over to it as he made his exit.

“Oh and apparently he’s brought a guest,” Vision says turning round to face you, making you and Steve look over at him in confusion.

“Who is it?” You ask him.

“The Secretary of State” Vision answers.

You and Steve exchange a confused glance, unsure why the Secretary of State was here and why Tony had brought him. The two of you head out and go find Tony and Secretary Ross standing in one of the conference rooms.

“Captain Rogers, Mrs Rogers, a pleasure to officially meet you,” Ross says shaking your hands.

“And you,” Steve says politely even if it wasn’t strictly true.

Ever since DC Steve had always had a hesitance around government officials. While he knew that Ross was definitely not like his predecessor, there was always something that put Steve on edge about him

“Tony what’s going on?” You ask, watching as Tony fiddles with the sleeve of his suit.

“It’ll make sense I promise, Secretary Ross is just here to talk about something with the team,” Tony says his eyes darting around the room.

Steve looks down at you to see the same hesitant look on your face. Following the events of the past month, neither of you liked where this was heading. And the last thing you wanted was for Wanda to blame herself more.

Once the rest of the team joined you in the conference room you all sat down around the table. You glanced over at Tony who had chosen to sit by the wall instead, but he avoided your gaze. Steve took your hand under the table giving you a reassuring squeeze, while also grounding himself as he waited for what Ross had to say.

“Five years ago I had a heart attack and dropped right in the middle of my backswing, turned out it was the best round of my life because after 13 hours of surgery and a triple bypass I found something in 40 years in the army had never taught me, perspective” Ross starts as he stands at the end of the table.

“The world owes the Avengers an unpayable debt, you have fought for us, protected us, risked your lives, but while a great many people see you as heroes there are some who would prefer the word ‘vigilantes’” Ross says.

You feel Steve’s hand tense in yours and you start stroking his hand with your thumb to calm him down.

“What word would you use Mr Secretary?” Nat asks tilting her head in question.

“How about dangerous?” Ross states “what would you call a group of US-based, enhanced individuals who routinely ignore sovereign borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and who frankly seem unconcerned about what they leave behind”

You feel yourself growing angry at Ross’s words, words you felt were not true in the slightest. You did care about what happened after a battle, you all stayed behind after Sokovia to clean that up, you would have stayed longer if the UN had let you.

Your anger only grew as Ross became showing footage from all the different fights over the years. New York, Greenwich, DC, Sokovia and Lagos. With each new clip, the team grew uncomfortable, and memories of those days flooded back. You pulled your hand from Steve’s running it through your hair as you looked away from the screen. Unable to watch it any longer.

“Okay, that’s enough” Steve orders sending a cold glare towards Ross.

“For the past 4 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” Ross says placing a large document and sliding it towards Wanda.

“The Sokovia accords, approved by 117 countries, it states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organisation, instead they’ll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary” Ross explains as he walks around the table stopped between Nat and Steve.

“The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place, I feel we’ve done that” Steve argues.

“Tell me captain do you know where Thor and Banner are right now? If I misplaced a couple of 30-megaton nukes you can bet there’d be consequences” Ross fires back.

“Neither Banner nor my brother are a danger to anyone” you argue glaring up at Ross.

“Tell that to the City of London” Ross states and you have to resist the urge not to turn him into an icicle.

Steve puts his hand on your knee to calm you down, not missing the look Ross gave you when he sees that. A smug smile grew on his face by the second.

“Compromise, reassurance that’s how the world works, believe me, this is the middle ground,” Ross says pointing to the accords.

“So there are contingencies,” Rhodey asks.

“Three days from now the UN meets in Vienna to ratify the accords, talk it over” Ross instructs.

“And if we come to a decision you don’t like?” Nat asks as Ross begins to walk out.

“Then you retire” he states simply before leaving the room.

Once he was gone Steve sighed rubbing his face tiredly “everyone go think it over for an hour or so, read through it if you want and we’ll reconvene in an hour” he says glancing around at the team.

Everyone nods in agreement making their way out of the room taking the accords with them. Leaving just you and Steve sitting there alone. Once the room was empty Steve turned to face you putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you okay?’ He asks gently.

“Yeah just pissed off, I really wanted to freeze him when he brought up Thor” you sigh shaking your head.

“I know I felt the temperature of the room drop,” Steve says with a small smile making you chuckle weakly.

“God this is a mess, how long has this been in the works, there’s no way they all agreed to this within a month” you point out.

“I know, I don’t appreciate the lack of heads up from Stark either, one of us should have been present as a representative too” Steve huffs in annoyance.

“We’ll work it out, c’mon we’ve got some reading to do,” you say standing up.

When it was your turn to read through the accords the more you read the angrier you got. Eventually chucking them down across the room as far away from you as possible.

“I’m guessing you didn’t like what you read” Steve sighs picking them up from the floor and placing it on the table.

“No, it’s a basic violation of human rights, it turns us into weapons for them to use as and when they want” you state as you angrily pace back and forth in your room.

“There is no way that the panel will be able to agree on anything, and by the time they do it’ll be too late and more innocent people will die” you continue getting more and more worked up.

“And no matter what we say or do, this is happening so if we don’t sign and continue to fight we’ll become fugitives” you fume.

Seeing you get all worked up Steve walks over and instantly wraps his arms around you tightly stopping you from pacing. He feels you let out a deep and shaky sigh burying your head in his chest.

“I’m sorry” you mutter shaking your head.

“Don’t apologies, It’s been a shitty month for all of us and you’ve been amazing making sure everyone is okay, god doll I don’t how you did it” Steve says rubbing your back.

“I just don’t know what we can do” you sigh.

“Well… we always said we’d retire,” Steve says making you look up at him in surprise.

“Yeah it’s a little bit more abruptly than we’d like but you never know maybe down the line the accords will get changed and we can help out again” he continues shrugging his shoulders.

“Is that really what you want though?” You ask him.

“All I want is to be with you, look let’s see what the rest of the team think and then we’ll talk it out and decide if we wanna stay or go” Steve suggests running his hands up and down your arms.

“Okay, thank you Steve,” you say smiling up at him weakly.

“It’s nothing now c’mon” he smiles kissing the top of your head.

He asks Friday to get everyone to gather in the common room before taking your hand and heading out of your room. Grabbing the accords as he went.

Once in the common room, he sat down on one of the chairs, while you went to go get yourself a glass of water. While he waited for the team to join he started flipping through the pages of the accords. He already knew the bulk of it thanks to you but still wanted to know the finer details.

“So, what does everyone think?” You ask once everyone had joined.

“I think it’s the right thing to do” Rhodey admits pushing his hands in his pockets.

“Are you serious? It’s ridiculous what does Ross or any other government official know about what we do” Sam retorts crossing his arms.

“Secretary Ross has a congressional medal of honour, which is one more than you have” Rhodey fires back pointing over at Sam.

“So let’s say we agree to this thing, how long is it gonna be before they LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals?” Sam argues.

You sigh taking a large sip of your water as you glance around the room, the tension already palatable. You spot Tony reclining back on his chair hand over his face looking done with the whole situation. You knew he was never one for rules to begin with.

“117 countries want to sign this. 117 Sam! And you’re just like ‘Nah it's cool we got it’” Rhodey says rolling his eyes.

“How long are you going to play both sides?” Sam snorts.

“I have an equation,” Vision says loud enough to interrupt.

“Oh this will clear it up,” Sam says as everyone turns to look at Vision.

“In the eight years since Mr Stark announced himself as Iron Man the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially, during the same period the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate,” Vision says.

“Are you saying it’s our fault?” Steve says furrowing his brows.

“I’m saying there may be a causality, our very straight invites challenge, challenge incites conflict and conflict breeds catastrophe, oversight, oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand” Vision explains.

“Boom” Rhodey says earning him a glare from Sam.

“This world nor any other world is simple enough to boil it down to a causality, there are emotions and personal agendas at play behind every decision, we can’t let those of other people stop us from protecting people who can’t protect themselves” you point out.

“Boom” Sam says looking over at Rhodey.

“Tony you’re being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal,” Nat says looking over at Tony.

“It’s because he’s already made up his mind,” Steve says flatly.

“Boy you know me so well, actually I’m nursing an electromagnetic headache” Toy sighs as he pushes himself up from his seat.

“That’s what’s going on cap, it’s just pain, it’s discomfort” he continues as he walks into the kitchen to make himself a drink “who’s putting coffee ground in the disposal am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?”

He sighs loudly before turning around to face everyone, dropping his phone into the fruit basket and projecting up a picture of a young man.

“Oh that’s Charles Spencer by the way, he’s a great kid, a computer engineering degree 3.6 GPA, had a floor-level gig at Intel planned for the fall but first he wanted to put a few miles on his soul before he parked it behind a desk. See the world, maybe be of service, Charlie didn’t want to go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale, which is what I would do, he didn’t go to Paris or Amsterdam which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor, guess where? Sokovia” Tony tells everyone, you sigh dropping your head, Sokovia still being a sore spot for the entire team.

“He wanted to make a difference I suppose we won’t know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass” Tony states harshly as he takes some painkillers.

“There’s no decision-making process here, we need to be put in check” he continues walking back over to everyone “whatever form that takes I’m game, if we can’t accept limitation if we’re boundary-less we’re no better than the bad guys”

“Tony someone dies on your watch you don’t give up” Steve sighs looking over at him.

“Who said we’re giving up?” Tony asks.

“We are if we’re not taking responsibility for our actions, this document just shifts the blame” Steve states calmly.

“I’m sorry Steve, that is dangerously arrogant, this is the United Nations we’re talking about it’s not the World Security council, it’s not SHIELD it’s not Hydra,” Rhodey says shaking his head.

“No but like Y/N said it's run by people with agendas, and agendas change” Steve argues.

“That’s good, that’s why I’m here when I realised what my weapons were capable of in the wrong hands I shut it down and stopped manufacturing,” Tony says walking closer to everyone else.

“Tony you chose to do that, if we sign this we surrender our right to choose” you point out.

“What if this panel sends us somewhere, we don’t think we should go? What if there’s somewhere we need to go but they don’t let us? We may not be perfect, but the safest hands are still our own” Steve says glancing around at everyone as he spoke.

“If we don’t do this now, it’s gonna be done to us later, that’s the fact, that won’t be pretty” Tony sighs.

“You’re saying they’ll come for me,” Wanda says quietly.

“That’s not gonna happen” you reassure her.

“We would protect you,” Vision tells her.

“Maybe Tony’s right” Nat speaks up making everyone look over at her in surprise.

You’d thought that after everything, her past with the KGB, SHIELD and taking down Hydra that she’d be firmly against the accords.

“If we have one hand on the wheel, we can still steer if we take it off…” She sighs before Sam interrupts.

“aren’t you the same woman who told the government to kiss her ass a few years ago?” He reminds her.

“I’m just reading the terrain, we have made some very public mistakes, we need to win their trust back” Nat explains.

“Focus up, I’m sorry did I just mishear you or are you actually agreeing with me,” Tony says leaning against the back of the couch.

“I want to take it back now” she groans but Tony interrupts.

“No, no you can’t retract it, thank you unprecedented” Tony tells her.

Steve sighs at the exchange feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. When he pulls it out to read the message he feels his heart stop. Blood rushed in his ears as the world goes quiet around him as if he was completely alone. He reads the message over and over again hoping he’d misread it, but the message never changes.

‘She’s gone, in her sleep’

He knew that Peggy didn’t have much time left, but he still thought he had more time though. He felt his emotions bubbling up to the surface and knew he needed to get out and away from everyone else before he broke down.

“I have to go,” Steve says quickly getting up and walking out of the room.

You watched him leave, the shift in his behaviour so quick you were unsure what caused it. The door to the stairwell slammed as he disappeared down the stairs. The team glance around at everyone before their eyes land on you expecting an answer.

“Let’s leave it there for now,” you say getting up and heading off after Steve.

Heading down the stairwell you spot him instantly leaning against the bannister, pinching the bridge of his nose. Body shaking as he silently wept. You instantly put two and two together and understand exactly what had been in that text he got.

You walk down the stairs putting a hand on his shoulder, he looked up at you his eyes rimmed red, cheeks tear-stained. He turns towards you and into your embrace holding onto you tightly as he sobs. You blink back your own tears as you rub his back, just holding him until he was ready.

After a few minutes, Steve’s tears reduced and he pulled away slightly wiping his face and letting out a deep broken breath.

“She went in her sleep,” he tells you quietly.

“Oh, Stevie” you sigh hugging him again when you see a fresh set of tears begin to collect in his eyes.

When his phone vibrated again he pulled it out sniffling as he read the second message.

“Her funeral is in 3 days' time, 21st of June at Saint Luke’s Cathedral in London,” Steve tells you taking a shaky breath before continuing “they’ve um… um asked me to be a pallbearer”

“Will you be okay with that, because you don’t have to do it if you’re not comfortable doing it” you tell him squeezing his hand.

He nods his head sniffling “yeah, yeah I do, it’s what she would have wanted” he sighs.

Steve looks down at his hand in yours clearing his throat before looking back up at you.

“Will- will you come with me to the funeral?” he asks you hesitantly.

“Yes of course I will, I’ll be there for you the entire time,” you tell him reassuringly.

“Thank you, I just thought with the accord and UN thing being the same day,” he says shaking his head before you interrupt.

“Fuck the accords, you are my priority, not some stuffy politics, I’ve made my mind up I’m not signing and I’m gonna retire with you if that’s what you want,” you tell him.

“That’s exactly what I want, just you and me,” Steve says smiling over at you before resting his forehead against yours

“Just you and me” you smile.

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heliads · 2 years

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(Toms Peter x male reader)

Can you write a story where Peter tries to get the readers attention doing various stuff but the reader is complexly oblivious to peters obvious tactics to try to get with him until Peter asks on a shy way if the reader doesn’t like him?. ❤️

this dynamic is so superior. also i realized i haven't written for tom's peter in so long i miss him

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Peter Parker is trying his absolute hardest to make this work, and after all of his efforts, he’s still come up with nothing at all. The most difficult task in Peter’s life should probably have to do with his secret reality as Spider-Man, all the times he’s risked death to protect a city that really doesn’t know him all that well, yet it isn’t. Peter doesn’t even think he was this stressed when he got his abilities in the first place and could suddenly start sticking to walls and taking hits that would normally kill anyone else.

And, instead of handling his problems like a normal person (because Peter’s totally normal at this point, yeah, right), Peter is instead flinging himself into his struggles with the force of a hurricane. It feels as if his every waking moment is spent trying to find the answer to a puzzle that refuses to stop stumping him.

This problem, one might ask? Is it an impossible science question that brainiacs and scholars have studied for centuries? A battle plan for how to take down the latest villain plaguing New York? Literally anything that would account for the amount of hours Peter has poured into this? No. It’s all to do with a crush.

A crush. Peter is driving himself mad over a crush that doesn’t even like him back. That’s the problem, of course, because Peter has gone and fallen for Y/N L/N, the one boy who means the most to Peter and thus will hurt him the most when he can’t seem to like Peter the way he wishes.

That’s what you get for falling for your friend, Peter supposes. If he could have just minded his own business, kept his head down and only felt things that were strictly platonic, Peter could have avoided this whole mess. Instead, he’s counting the amount of times his heart has skipped a beat upon seeing a familiar smile, and he’s completely, utterly smitten.

Peter’s one goal in life has now switched away from handling life as Spider-Man or getting the top grades in his classes to figure out how to get Y/N to like him back. Or, the bare minimum, finding a way for Y/N to actually pay attention to him. He’s not having great luck in either department.

In truth, Peter doesn’t know how he’s supposed to get Y/N to fall in love with him if Y/N seems far more invested in whatever he’s doing at the moment than Peter himself. Y/N literally works in Tony Stark’s labs and goes to Peter’s high school, yet Peter’s scrounging for scraps of a conversation like they’ve never had less in common.

It makes no sense, which is what’s killing him. Surely they should be the best of friends, right? Peter has imagined how things should have gone about a thousand times already. They should be trading inside jokes like playing cards, whispering over discoveries that no one else in the school could even hope to understand. Y/N knows that Peter is Spider-Man, for heaven’s sake, and that still isn’t enough to interest him.

It’s unfathomable. Peter isn’t going to claim that he’s always needed attention, far from it. Peter has always been content to fade more into the background, to watch as people make mistakes and learn from the whole of it. Yet when it comes to Y/N, Peter finds himself desperate to have just a fraction of the other boy’s heart. Even a little bit would be enough, but no.

They’re in the labs again today, and Peter’s distracted from his work by another bout of wishing he could mean more to the one boy he needs more than anything. Peter is supposed to be fabricating a more durable formula for his webs due to an incident the past week involving him trying to swing on a sharp edged skyscraper and accidentally plummeting ten stories before he managed to catch himself just in time.

It would be really great if he could focus, too, because Peter would have to list nearly dying due to his webs getting torn to shreds as one of his top ten least favorite things, but he can’t manage it, not in the slightest. Instead, he’s staring hopelessly as Y/N bends over his notes, making careful modifications to some integrated armor circuits that Tony had asked for.

This should be Peter’s happy place. He loves the labs in the Avengers complex. There’s enough whirring machinery and blinking lights to satisfy any overeager STEM kid, and Peter’s the height of the craze in that regard. Peter still has fond memories of the first time he was allowed inside, how he could have spent hours just looking at everything, and what do you mean he can use it for free?

The initial surprise of having the greatest engineering playground at his fingertips has worn away somewhat, but Peter still loves the space like a second home. When Peter found out that Y/N also worked there, well, it seemed like the best coincidence yet.

He had been counting on using shared lab memories as a talking point, but instead, he finds himself in yet another dead end. Y/N is a fantastic worker, by which Peter means that he’s never distracted by Peter’s attempts at conversation. Y/N gets his work done and leaves immediately afterwards, leaving no time for Peter to win the other boy over.

It’s not like you have to be totally focused in here, anyway. It’s a stark contrast to the times Peter has spent in here with Tony, how the billionaire cranks up the music until the beakers are practically rattling on the shelves before going to work. They’ll trade one-liners and bad jokes over tech tips, and Peter doesn’t think he’s ever laughed louder than when they’re just hanging out and fixing things.

With Y/N, though, all is quiet and studious. For some reason, the lab seems smaller when it’s just the two boys, like everything means that much more when Peter’s around someone he needs to impress even more than Mr. Stark. Every sound seems to echo, especially the deafening beat of Peter’s heart in his chest when he accidentally brushes against Y/N’s arm when they’re both reaching for the same tool.

Tony might make the labs feel like the height of scientific discovery, but Y/N makes it all feel right, like this really is Peter’s home. This is where he was always meant to be, out here with his lab partner that won’t talk to him no matter how hard Peter tries.

He’s going to give it another shot today, though. Peter squares his shoulders and directs a casual remark Y/N’s way.

“Did you see the essay prompt Mr. Schumacher posted? Man, it looks hideous.”

Y/N nods once, not even looking up from the metal he’s been fiddling with for the last ten minutes. “Yeah, the one due next week?”

Peter bites back a grimace. “That one exactly. Doesn’t it seem terrible? I mean, who’s got the time to write so many pages on trade? It happened a lot in ancient societies. That’s all you need to say.”

“Yeah,” Y/N says again, and leaves it at that.

Drat. Well, if Peter can’t get him to complain about school, a topic of conversation that usually attracts every other student in the history of ever, maybe he can encourage Y/N to loosen up with a different subject.

A little while later, what feels like an hour to Peter and is probably just five minutes or so, he tries again.

“Are you going to watch the football game this week?” He asks.

Y/N lifts a shoulder. “Probably not, I’m not much of a sports guy.”

“Me neither,” Peter murmurs. At least he tried.

This makes Y/N break his staring contest with his circuit board at last. “Why’d you ask, then?” He says with a quiet laugh.

Peter shrugs a little too quickly. “I don’t know, I guess it was just something to say.”

“Do you always say things just to say them, Parker?” Y/N prods.

Peter squints, trying to see if Y/N’s teasing him or just asking. “Sometimes,” he says at last, “but only when people aren’t talking much.”

Y/N just shrugs in what could be agreement and turns back to the circuit, reaching in a nearby drawer to grab a new spool of wire. Peter fights the urge to slam his head into the desk in front of him. How could it possibly be this hard to talk to the other boy? He is trying his absolute hardest and getting absolutely nowhere. It’s infuriating.

To be honest, it’s wearing on him quite a bit. Peter’s starting to doubt himself in earnest now. Peter doesn’t know that he could be any more obvious that he wants to talk, and Y/N has to be aware of it by now. If that’s the case, and Y/N still doesn’t want anything to do with Peter, well, maybe that’s on purpose, too.

The words erupt from his throat before Peter can stop them, a hot torrent of self consciousness and desperate anguish.

“Do you really not like me?”

If Peter was surprised that Y/N glanced up once when he asked him a question earlier, he’s stunned by the reaction he gets now. Y/N’s eyes widen and he stares at Peter in complete shock.

“What?” Y/N demands, obviously taken aback, “Where could you possibly get that idea?”

Peter takes a step back, almost startled by the force of the other boy’s response. “Well,” he mutters, “you never answer me when I ask you things. I kind of get the feeling that you just want me to stop talking and leave you alone.”

Y/N shakes his head firmly. “No, it’s not like that in the slightest. You don’t understand.”

“No,” Peter says fervently, “I don’t.”

Y/N sighs, dragging a tired hand across his face as he tries to think of how to best answer the clear war going on inside Peter’s head.

“It’s not like that,” he repeats at last, “I’m not mad at you, not in the slightest. It’s not that I don’t like you, I do. Really, I do. More than you think. It’s just well, I’m not good at this sort of thing. Easy conversation, I mean. I want to reply to you, but by the time I think of what to say back that would make me sound smart or remotely interesting, you’ve already moved on.”

“So you’re saying that I talk too fast?” Peter asks, kind of amused.

“Not exactly, but close enough. I’m just worried that you don’t like me because I’m not as outgoing as you are,” Y/N explains.

Now it’s Peter’s turn for a fierce denial. “Not a chance,” he declares, “I’m only talking this much and this quickly because I want you to like me like–”

Like Peter likes Y/N. Like Peter loves Y/N, that is, but he can’t exactly bring that up now.

Unfortunately, Y/N catches onto this little slip. “Now you’re choosing to hesitate?” He asks pointedly, “If I think you’re holding back now, I’m going to be hurt.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Peter says vaguely. As if there was anything he could have said to make Y/N more interested in hearing what he can’t mention.

“It most certainly does,” Y/N grins, “Peter, you say everything that crosses your mind. You even told me about the time someone gave you churros because you helped defend them from a carjacking. If you’re keeping something from me, it’s got to be something good.”

Distracted for a moment, Peter blinks in surprise. “You remember the time I told you about the churros? I didn’t think you were paying attention.”

“Of course I was paying attention,” Y/N spreads his hands, “It’s like I said, I’m paying attention a lot more than you think. I’m just no good at making it obvious. Guess I–”

Y/N’s voice trails off too, and they’re both left staring at each other, wondering who’s going to be the first to break and say what they’re surely both thinking.

It’s not Peter, as it turns out, it’s both of them. Y/N and Peter both start talking at the same time, their voices overlapping in this slightly frantic need to be heard before it’s too late.

“I like you.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you, but I like you.”

They look at each other for a few moments in surprise, then Y/N bursts out laughing. It’s such an unfamiliar sight compared with his usual quiet tranquility that it makes Peter start laughing too, just out of shock.

“You like me?” He asks when he’s able to control himself at last.

“Yeah,” Y/N says with a smile, “Yeah, I do. Didn’t think you would feel the same, though, not when I couldn’t even muster up the courage to talk to you about things as silly as homework. I thought you were sick of me for sure.”

“I could never be sick of you,” Peter declares, and he knows in his heart that it’s true.

It is rare, then, to find someone who you could want to be around for hours and days and forever. Peter would consider himself lucky to find that someone in Y/N, and to know that Y/N would listen to him for infinity on end and still remember every sentence spoken aloud. They’ve never needed anyone but each other, and that is precisely how they’ll stay so close in the time to come.

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Right By Your Side | Chapter 18 - Wimbledon

Summary: In the world where wearing glasses makes you a different person. You were forced to swallow a pill that turned you into seven years old. Now, you're living with your crush in a small form, what would you do? Who were the ones who brought this to you? And, can you change back?

Chapter summary: Calling Nat by her nickname when you're tired

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After the terrifying incident that Wanda just witnessed, you were sitting in the pile of your own clothes.

"Wanda..." Even your voice has become much higher after shrinking.

"Oh my god..." Both of you didn't dare to move afraid of making the wrong move as if there were mines laid out. "That was a sight to behold."

Once you had gotten out of your trance, you cleared your throat and said. "C-can you turn around so I can change?" Wanda lifted her head and faced the door as you tried to roll up your sleeves and pants to prevent yourself from falling over.

Lifting your pants like a princess lifting her dress, you went to find your bag and took out the clothes that were suited for your current body. Rushing to change while occasionally checking if you still have your privacy.

"Okay... you can turn back now." You said as you zip your bag up and tossed it aside.

"So, what are we going to do?"

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"Finally!" Tony yelled once you entered the restaurant with Wanda. "We planned to come to London with you but only a day and a half later did we manage to see you." Tony had booked a private section of the restaurant to dine in.

You rolled your eyes and sat next to Bill who came earlier than you since you told him Wanda would be bringing you here instead since she was 'taking care of you'. While waiting for the food to be served, he told you where he went and laughed at the absurd price he had to pay for the souvenirs.

Dinner was nice like what you would expect from a Michelin star restaurant but it is nothing compared to the comfort that home cook food provides.

There was another event planned when Tony Stark was involved. The night is never done until he says so. He brought us to the river where Happy informed him that there was a special event today. He was afraid that you would miss this out since you haven't been around. (just taking this from my country and putting it here)

There were plenty of people seated and waiting for the water show to start as it was a regular event that happens here once a week. There were already families with their kids seated at the front row. Since it was outdoors with no entrance fee to pay, he was unable to book the entire space.

The surrounding lights dimmed and everyone focused on the water where the jet sprayed out mist, forming a makeshift wall where the lights projected.

Suddenly, a muscular hand grabbed your waist and lifted you up, placing you on their shoulders. You looked down and it was Steve smiling at you. "I'm afraid you couldn't see it too well."

"T-Thanks." You grabbed his shoulder lightly, knowing he wouldn't do anything silly.

The show lasted around twenty minutes and the story they were conveying was really cool and touching, conveying how they built the country from the ground up.

When the show ended, the lights lit up once again and everyone started dispersing, either heading back since it's late or continuing shopping around the area.

"Thank you." You said once again when Steve let you down on the ground. He was about to reply until Tony came rushing at you, cutting him off before he even had a chance to open his mouth.

"Hey, kiddo. What would you like to do tomorrow? It's not always you have a chance that Tony Stark pays for everything."

You shot Steve an apologetic look before turning to Tony. "Umm... maybe the Wimbledon? I would love to watch it from the stands." You were not overly excited about the sport but you were excited to be able to see something up close instead from a screen. The closest you have even been in an activity was participating in your soccer tournament, but that ended in failure with your free kick.

"Sure! I'll make it happen." He ruffled your hair before moving aside and Wanda came to replace him.

"How is he able to treat you like a kid like normal?" Her voice appeared in your head and you looked at her and shrugged.

It hadn't been a long day for you but you were struggling to keep your eyes open by the end of the day. You trusted Bill as you held his hands and closed your eyes as you walked. It was not the best but it allowed you to rest your mind when you could. When you sensed that he stopped walking you would stop in your tracks as well.

Suddenly, another person picked you up and you shot open your eyes and squeezed Bill's hands tighter.

"It's just me." Nat said. She had picked you up after seeing you were walking with your eyes closed and decided to carry you since Bill was much older.

"Natty..." You said before putting your head on her shoulder and falling asleep.

Nat's heart jumped twice when she heard her nickname from you and her arms around you wrapped a tad bit tighter. She carried you all the way back to your room with Bill and tucked you in bed before saying goodnight to Bill.

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"Alright! Let's enjoy our last full day here! Tony shouted at the lobby of the hotel and you all groaned and looked away, walking towards the exit leaving him behind. All of us were wearing sports attire since he said we would be having a full experience of Wimbledon.

Since there were a number of us, we took a van towards the stadium and there were already a handful of people even though the match was not going to start a few hours later.

We were given our passes and there was even a guided tour for us. We managed to see the waiting room, training room, canteen and the facilities they have. There were even people running around, getting things ready such as isotonic water or what the player states they want before playing their match. There are a few that's known to last hours and all the backstage people are the ones that keep them going.

It's interesting to see all the ball boys getting brief on what their job scope was and how they should act when on court.

"Let me show you something new that was added this year, I'm sure the kid will like it." The tour guide said and brought us out to an open area court where there were lots of people gathered around seemingly cheering at someone.

"This here, is a place where the kids can participate and play against our trainers here. There's one for adults over there too." He pointed towards the adjacent court.

"Do you wish to join?" Steve asked.

"Yeah sure, if you all joined too." You jumped and cheered, hoping they would accept.

"Alright, let's get us signed up then."

After putting in our names in the application paper and receiving a number each, we went to stand around the fence and watched as the other kids played. Occasionally, you would move over to the adult side because it was more exciting, instead of having to see the kids bending down and picking up the ball each time.

Each player has a set amount of time to be fair for all. Soon, it was the adult's turn since fewer people signed up, the majority of them preferring to look after their kids.

"Goooo Clint!!" You cheered as he stepped on the court. He was known for his accuracy but does it apply here as well?

The trainer started his serve and directed the ball towards him, giving him an easy first swing. Soon after that, the trainer was controlling the flow of the game and started making move left and right. It was safe to say that the trainer was having a lot of fun torturing him.

"Phew, I came here to relax, not train." He said passing over the racquet to Steve who was next.

"You managed to hit some great shots there." Nat encouraged him.

"Yeah, could have done better though."

You cheered Steve on as it was his turn. He was a lot clumsier than Clint was. His shots were flying way too high over the net making it easy for the trainer to get to the ball and swing it back at him. They had a few long rallies and it was your turn so you went back to the kids side and stepped on court.

"Have you played tennis before?" He asked.

"Yeah, a little." You said as he showed you the basics of how to hold a racquet.

"Ahh no wonder you're holding the racquet so well. In this case, don't hold anything back." He said before moving back to his corner of the court.

Once you gave him the signal that you were ready to serve, the ball went flying towards you and bounced on your court before you gave it a tough swing and aced it.

"Yes!" You pumped your fist as you cheered as you won the first point. Claps and cheers could be heard from the side. You looked around and managed to see Nat and you waved at her full of energy.

"You're not playing around huh." He tossed back the ball at you since you won the point. You only smiled as you got ready to serve the ball.

More people gathered around as time passed. Words travelled around that there was a kid that was playing exceptionally well and when at Wimbledon, there would be a lot of scouts looking for their next potential player.

You played to your best ability in this size. You just wished you had more stamina as you soon got tired within the first set. You were catching your breath during the fifteen seconds you have before having to serve.

Immediately after serving, you bounced back to the center of the court to prepare for whichever direction the ball was going to come. But little did you expect the trainer to drop shot the ball causing you to dash forward only for the ball to bounce twice before your eyes.

"40-15. Nice game kid." The trainer won in the end and you stood at the net to shake his hands.

"Thank you. I had a great time."

Nat and Bill were at the exit waiting for you, ready to guide you back to the group but the pair of lady and guy got to you before they did. Nat's instincts took over and rushed towards you and pulled you back before they could do anything.

"Sorry for my sudden intrusion, I'm Tom, with the Sports Association and I was wondering if I could speak to the kid for a few minutes?" He passed his cards to Nat and Bill while waiting for their reply.

Both of them looked at you, leaving the decision to you if you wanted to speak to them so you nodded your head and followed them to the side where there were fewer people. Nat wasn't going to trust them with you alone so she was watching you from afar. She couldn't hear what you were saying, but she made sure you were in her sight.

"I can't believe you did such a stunt." Tom said and you furrowed your eyebrows not understanding what he meant. "Meeting your girlfriend and wasting the pill for your trip back? That was dangerous."

"Lucky thing Hailey knew you would pull such a stunt and asked us to give you a spare pill." The woman said and I finally realised they were Booker and Vivian Kudo, Jimmy/Conan parents. I took the business card from her and I felt a pill stuck to the back of the card.

"Thank you."

"Don't do this again, you'll never know who is watching you." Booker advised. You nodded before waving them goodbye and returning to Nat.

"What did they want?"

"They were just wondering if I'd like to take the sport more seriously."

"And?"

"I said no. They are based in England and I'm going to be in America most of the time, plus, I'm still studying."

She nodded her head as we returned to Clint and the rest. Wanda was just coming out of the court. "You missed Wanda's action. She did really well. Better than Captain America over there." Clint said when he saw the both of you returned.

"I guess we can do more in the compound."

It was getting nearer to the time when the players started entering as we decided to head to our seats to rest after exercising. Since Tony bought the box seat, there were VIP treatments when we arrived. There were tons of sweets and pastries for us to choose from before taking our seats.

You took some eclairs and puffs before taking your soda to your seat. Thank goodness for box seats or you'll be spending a lot of time sweating in the sun. There wasn't any particular player you were rooting for, you just liked the sound of the ball in contact with the racquet.

Your head was moving side to side when the tennis ball went across the court. Soon, it was time for a break between each set and you went to refill the soda you had. Perhaps it was not a good idea to drain out your energy in the beginning.

After getting your sugar refilled, the players were back in the game. It soon got a bit boring for you so you turned to look at the audience, how they were presenting themselves and how many were still watching them.

The atmosphere there was great, it was everything you expected and even more but you were just tired already. Your eyes just couldn't stay open and you tilted your head to the back of your seat and dozed off.

Natasha noticed that you became very quiet and no longer shifted in your seat. She looked at you and saw that you were already sleeping with your head tilted back on the uncomfortable seat. She waved her hands in front of you to make sure you were truly sleeping before guiding your head onto her lap.

Only Natasha knew you were sleeping as she was stroking your back up and down. That was peaceful until a roar of cheers sounded for the final winner causing you to shoot up from Nat's lap.

"Hey, you're back. The winner has just been decided." She nodded towards the giant screen showing the replay of the final point.

"Hmmm I'm hungry Natty." You said as you sipped on the room temperature soda.

"Natty? That's a new one. I've actually heard you say it more than once."

"What? I did?" You gulped at the revelation. "I- I'm sorry. I'll stop saying it."

"Nah, it's fine. Tony should be bringing us somewhere for dinner I suppose. Let's go." She said as some spectators were leaving the stands, only those hardcore fans were staying for the award ceremony.

"So you don't mind me saying Natty?" She shook her head and you decided to tease her. "Natty Natty Natty!"

"Stop it. Or I'll never allow you to say it again." She warned. So, just for fun, you decided to repeat it one more time before rushing to get to Wanda's side. She was shocked when she felt your body collide into hers. Nevertheless, she managed to keep Nat away from attacking you.

After dinner, everyone headed back to the hotel to pack for tomorrow's flight. Once again, you were leaving before everyone else and they had taken it upon themselves to all gather at your room to celebrate until the night before all collapsing in the room.

In the morning, Bill left a note and the hotel card beside Nat's phone to make sure she can see and return the card before leaving the hotel. You didn't want to wake them up as they have been up since 2am in the morning and it's only 7am currently. They still had another 5 hours before they had to leave and it was better if they didn't feel so cranky when they woke up.

Upon reaching the airport, you immediately took the pill in the washroom and changed into adult clothes before heading to immigration. The rest of the flight went smoothly and it was your turn to wait for their return this time.

You and Bill were waiting at the arrival hall after checking if their flight had landed. Since they were seated in first class, they were the first to leave and were able to avoid the crowd. Soon, one by one, you saw the Avengers walking with their hats and sunglasses and you couldn't help but sneak a photo. They looked like some famous band if they weren't the Avengers.

Knowing they didn't want to attract attention, you waved slyly when pointing towards the direction of the car park where it was more private.

"How could you leave without telling us?" Clint rushed towards me and planted his hands around my waist tickling me.

"Clint stop!" You started laughing uncontrollably. "Oh my god, please stop! I'm sorry. I'll tell you next time!" You shook under his hold.

"Alright, I forgive you." He gently makes sure both your feet touch the floor before releasing you. You took a moment to breathe before following the rest to their cars.

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The rest of the week went as per normal, going to school, hanging in Bill's house before going back to the compound. The only thing different was Conan coming back with a busted lip. You let out a sigh as soon as you saw him in school. This guy has a curse, wherever he goes, cases follow him.

He said he was fine and ended up solving cases for his crush's useless father.

"So, what about you?" Conan asked as all of you were gathered in Bill's house. George, Mitch and Amy were playing games in front of the television when the rest were just watching them play.

"Nothing much, just experience London for a bit before coming back. Souvenirs are on the table over there." You pointed towards the circular dining table in Bill's house.

Your phone sounded and it was a message from Nat asking you to go back since everyone wanted to have dinner one last time before Clint had to leave again. You told her okay before informing Bill that you were leaving early.

After bidding everyone goodbye, you faced Hailey with a serious expression. She looked at you for a few seconds before rushing you to speak. "Thank you for the third pill, really. Couldn't have done it without you."

"Yeah, without me. You wouldn't be going anywhere."

"I shouldn't have said anything." You muttered under your breath before turning away with a wave.

Taking out your headphones to have some company, you put them on your ears as you walked back to the compound. Recently, you've been listening to movie soundtracks from Disney. You trudged back to the compound, Nat told you they were just starting to prepare dinner so there was still time before dinner would start. Though, by the time you get back to the compound, everything should be done.

You didn't even see anything, perhaps you did. White cloth in front of your face and you passed out before you were able to react.

Natasha POV It has been roughly 30 minutes since Allie said she was coming back. Dinner was ready and we were just waiting on Allie and Wanda. I thought maybe she was taking her time but it has been far too long and it was making me worried. She would have told me if she needed more time or I could have gone to pick her up.

To make things worse, she wasn't picking up her phone, which was very unlike her. She always has her phone next to her.

"Has anyone seen Wanda?" Steve asked as he came into the dining room. Literally all of us were just waiting for the both of them. "FRIDAY said she left an hour ago."

"She went to get deserts, but an hour is a bit too long too." Clint said as he set the last dish on the table.

"I'm having a bad feeling." I said as I dragged Tony to his lab and asked them to track both of them down.

While he was doing that, I called Bill and he said Allie left a long time ago and hasn't heard from her since.

What happens if she's taken by Hydra? It'll be all my fault. It's too dangerous letting her walk around alone when she has been around us for so long. And now Wanda is missing too, what's happening.

"I haven't located Y/- Allie but I found sources of energy from Wanda."

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#natasha x reader #natasha x you #natasha romanoff #black widow 2021 #mcu #Right by Your Side #my writing

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Goodfellas vs Wolf of Wall Street Martin Scorsese and The rise and fall of self made empires

Okay I'm currently watching wolf of wall Street for the second time and I can't help but notice the similarities in Goodfellas which I've seen about 4-5 times

Narration both Henry and Jordan start by narrating I know that's more of the style of movie Marty does but I like it a lot you get to know what both guys are thinking

Both Jordan and Henry have these women they love but get tempted to stray away and get caught though one stays with them and the other just moves on

Both want their fucking money "where's my fuckin money?"/"Fuck you pay me" And on that note they both like money and the power that comes with it

Both have friends that are ride or die and would probably still kill them given the chance I mean Jimmy did try to whack Karen giving her a dress while Jordan has Donnie who helps with all the schemes

On that note both get turned on to the drug scene and abuse it while also using it for money

I almost forgot the looking at the camera and talking again saying more about style still great

Very extravagant weddings and major fighting with their wives and then making up with said wives

Similar thing but both get very hot tempered and fight a lot

I noticed they both speak very similarly even kinda sound alike too

Both know how to talk to people and charm them into doing what they want

Both had cops/FBI look into what they were doing and both don't listen to father like figures Jordan doesn't listen to his dad and Henry doesn't listen to Paulie

Both diverted money into things so they'd have less chance of being caught

Both admit they're drug addicts

Both Donnie and Tony are also hot headed

Both had to smuggle through airport Henry with drugs and Jordan with money

Both got caught in dumb ways Henry getting Lucy I think her name was hat and Donnie with the suitcase money

The downfall of Henry was the hat incident which led to going into witness protection with Jordan it was Naomi saying she wanted a divorce and trying to take his daughter

Both ratted everyone out

Jordan kinda landed on his feet in a weird way becoming a inspirational speaker while Henry just kinda lived life as a regular guy as far as I know

I know I'm talking about both men like they're characters I know they are real people but I'm just talking about the movies retrospectively and I love them both

#goodfellas #wolf of wall street #martin scorsese #henry hill #jordan belfort #karen hill #retrospective

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just-another-blog-of-fluff · 3 years

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Can't Keep a Secret

Word count: 4300

Warnings: tickling, fluff, reader with an inability to keep secrets, reader with a crush on a certain god of mischief

I'm so excited for 100 followers!! I didn't expect so many people to actually be interested in my writing when I started posting 🥰

This one is based on @atlas-of-the-universe's request here for a fic where Loki tickles the reader to get information of some kind 😉 I hope this is what you were looking for!

This one also has a little more crushing/romantic fluff than some of my other fics at the end, so if you're not into that just skip that part. As always, completely SFW!

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No one ever seemed to do anything nice for Loki. So, when Thor approached you to ask if you’d help him and the others plan a surprise birthday party for his brother, you wholeheartedly agreed to assist. As the Avengers’ best party planner, you jumped at the chance to start brainstorming ideas to make this party the best Loki had ever experienced – including on Asgard. And, if it meant he’d pay a little extra attention to you, well… that was an added bonus.

The only problem was – you were terrible at keeping secrets.

It wasn’t as if you went around spilling the details when someone asked you not to tell the others about something. You knew enough not to just blurt out the fact that you were planning a party. Unfortunately, though, you had a tendency to let your feelings show in your facial expressions. Trying to keep secrets made you anxious, knowing you’d been the one to accidentally say just a little bit too much in the past and ruined other surprises.

The fact that you were the worst secret keeper was no… secret, for lack of a better word. Your teammates frequently exploited this fact when they wanted to know what you were hiding from them. Tony, especially, loved to talk circles around you until he could get you to trip up and give some detail away. On the other hand, they also tried not to let you in on too many details when they were planning a surprise for one of the other team members.

This time, you were determined not to give anything away. You were thrilled that the team was finally going to do something special for Loki, and you were NOT going to ruin it by spilling the beans to the trickster. Thor was probably one of the more trusting members of the Avengers, and he assured you when he asked you to help with the party that he had faith you wouldn’t screw up (quite literally in those words).

You started researching online to get some ideas. This party had to live up to the standards of an Asgardian prince, so you couldn’t just order a few pizzas and beer and call it a party. Plus, Tony had offered to pay for the whole thing (you suspected he felt guilty for having accidentally blasted Loki through a wall in the training room with his new Ironman suit the week prior) so your funds were basically limitless.

Inevitably, though, you were bound to run into situations where you had to spend time with the raven-haired god without allowing yourself to let any details slip.

The moment Loki first started to suspect you were hiding something was when he walked in on a conversation you were having with Thor in the kitchen. You had been asking him about the Asgardian mead his brother loved so much and wanted to know if he could manage to get some here on Midgard for the party.

“What is it about the Asgardian mead that you like so much better than standard alcohol?” you inquired curiously.

“Ha! That is a very funny question, Lady Y/N,” Thor laughed heartily. “As if any Midgardian liquor could so much as hold a candle to the spirits we drink on Asgard.”

“Hey! I enjoy my tequila! Margaritas are arguably a delicious alcoholic beverage,” you bantered.

“You truly believe this ‘margarita’ as you call it could compare to the smooth, sophisticated taste of an Asgardian mead?” Thor countered.

“I must agree with my brother on this one – I have seen this ‘margarita’ drink you speak of, and it is highly unlikely to be superior to Asgardian spirits.”

You gasped involuntarily when you heard Loki’s voice in the doorway, spinning around to face him with a look of bewilderment on your face. He cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow as he scrutinized your expression.

“Oh, hey Loki! Didn’t see you there,” you greeted, trying to lean casually against the counter you were standing beside.

“Yes… it appears you didn’t. You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” Loki folded his arms across his chest, eyeing you intently. “What was it that brought you to the subject of Asgardian liquor?”

“Oh, that? Well…”

“I was just informing Lady Y/N that I have been feeling a bit nostalgic thinking about the celebrations we had on Asgard, when we would drink heartily with Lady Sif and the Warriors Three,” Thor cut in, quickly interrupting you mid-sentence. “Brother, you must recall the time you had a bit too much while drinking with us and…”

“I believe that’s quite enough nostalgia for one evening, dear brother,” Loki cut in, appearing almost frantic as he glanced quickly at you before turning back to glare at the elder Asgardian. “Stark asked me to inform you he requires your assistance in the laboratory. You’ll need to continue this conversation another time.”

“Ah, yes, alright then. Another time,” Thor agreed, winking at you before he exited the kitchen. Loki followed close behind, but not before giving you one last calculating glance before he crossed through the doorway and out of sight. You let out a breath of relief, hoping he hadn’t thought much of the conversation.

You noticed, though, that Loki started conveniently popping up around you more often after that incident. Maybe he didn’t want Thor to have the opportunity to tell you about whatever embarrassing story had occurred when they were younger, you thought. Regardless, it meant that you had to be extremely cautious about doing any planning for the party in any of the common areas.

The second time you nearly let something slip was during a hushed conversation in the training room with Peter after one of your sparring matches. He had pulled you aside after training to ask your opinion about whether he should ask his friend MJ to attend the party with him. He’d had a crush on the girl for quite some time, and now that she knew his secret identity he thought it might be time to introduce her to his Avengers family.

“I’m nervous she might not want to come, but I think it would be a great chance for her to meet everyone when the focus would be on someone else,” he explained. You hiked your backpack up onto your shoulder with your training gear and made your way toward the door to the training room with Peter by your side.

“Why wouldn’t she want to come? From what you’ve told me, she seems to be more of a social butterfly than you are, even,” you asked.

“Yeah… you’re right, I’m probably overthinking this, aren’t I?” he chuckled. “I just don’t want to screw things up!”

“What are you screwing up this time, spiderling?”

You stopped short as you heard Loki’s voice from behind you, making your heart leap into your throat. You turned around, trying not to look startled.

“Oh, Peter wants his friend MJ to attend… a training session with us!” you fibbed, trying to think quickly. “You know, so he can show her his Spider-Man moves!”

“Yeah! That’s right,” Peter agreed, nodding vigorously. “I’m going to go call her right now, thanks Y/N!” Peter scurried off down the hallway, leaving you standing with a somewhat skeptical looking god of mischief.

“Why was Peter asking you about inviting a friend to his training? Would he not have asked Stark?” Loki inquired. You shrugged in a non-committal way.

“Who knows? Anyway, uh, it was nice talking to you, but I’ve got to get going… big assignment to finish up tonight, can’t really stop and chat. See you later!” you blurted, not waiting for a response as you hurried toward your room. Phew, that was close, you thought to yourself, hoping he hadn’t been standing behind you for too long.

Later that week, you found yourself alone in the common room while watching television. You pulled out your laptop during one of the commercials and started searching the internet for caterers, hoping to find something fancy enough to appeal to an Asgardian god. You had thought that everyone else was out for the day, so you weren’t overly concerned about anyone seeing what you were doing.

“What mindless reality television show are you watching today?” The smooth, baritone voice caused you to jerk your head up from your laptop screen and instinctively slam it shut. He hadn’t even been standing behind you to see what you were searching – it was purely on reflex that you closed the computer. Loki raised his eyebrows at you. “I see you aren’t really watching anything, are you? What is it you were viewing on your computer?”

“Nothing! I mean, nothing exciting, really. Just some old photos that I was trying to sort through,” you stammered, standing up with the laptop clutched to your chest. “You can have the TV if you want, though. I have to go… work on that assignment some more. I was just taking a break. It’s almost done!” Loki opened his mouth as if to say something, but you didn’t wait around to let him ask any more questions that might make you give away something you shouldn’t. You spent the rest of the evening in your room, avoiding the trickster at all costs.

The next morning, after getting ready for the day, you grabbed some breakfast before heading back to your room to continue to do some additional party planning research where Loki wouldn’t walk in on you unexpectedly. You shoved the last bite of one of Thor’s pop-tarts that you’d stolen into your mouth as you approached your door, opening it and walking toward your desk where your laptop sat. You always left the door slightly ajar when you were in your room, and so you were quite surprised when you heard the door thump shut behind you, the lock clicking into place.

“You’ve been hiding something from me.”

You stopped dead in your tracks, your heart pounding in your chest. You turned around slowly, staring wide-eyed at the god of mischief now standing in your bedroom between you and your only exit. His hands were clasped behind his back, his blue-green eyes gleaming ominously as he stared you down.

“Oh, hey Loki! What brings you to my room?” you asked, trying to sound casual.

“Let’s end this little charade, hmm?” He took a few slow paces forward into the room, closing the distance between the two of you. “It’s become clear to me over the last week that you have knowledge of some information that you do not want me to become aware of. I’d like you to tell me what it is.” His tone was calm; low, but dangerous. You swallowed hard.

“Loki, I-I’m not sure what you mean. I don’t have any secrets.” You took a step back from the advancing Asgardian, your back meeting the cold, hard wood of your desk behind you.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. The choice is up to you,” he threatened, stepping even closer so he was only a foot away from where you stood trapped against your desk. “Tell me what it is you’re hiding, or I will… coerce you into talking.”

“Coerce me? Heh, what’s that supposed to mean?” you asked nervously, your hands gripping the desk behind you.

“I have my ways. I am the god of mischief, after all.” Loki stood in front of you unmoving, a barrier holding you hostage against your desk.

“Even if I did have something to hide, you wouldn’t hurt me. Your brother would kill you,” you warned.

“I never suggested I would hurt you, darling. I would never do such a thing.” He took the slightest step closer. “You seem tense. Am I making you nervous?”

“Very.”

“Good.” A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “Have you decided, then? Will we be doing this the easy way or the hard way?”

“I told you, I have nothing to hide,” you insisted.

“Very well then. We’ll do this the hard way.” Quickly, you darted around Loki toward the door, trying to make your escape. He was faster, though, catching you with an arm around your waist and dragging you back so your back was against his chest. “Tell me, darling…” he growled in your ear, making you shiver, “… are you… ticklish?”

“Wha-“ you opened your mouth to protest but stopped speaking as you felt gentle scratching on your side. You shook your head quickly, suppressing the giggles that were threatening to rise out of your throat. If you stood still long enough, maybe he would give up.

“Do you think you’re fooling me by not allowing yourself to laugh? I felt you tense up immediately the moment I touched you.” He tightened his grip, wrapping both arms around your waist and digging his fingers into your sides. You snorted at the sudden sensation, doubling over to try to fight your way out of his grasp. “As I suspected. You are extraordinarily ticklish.”

“S-shut up, Loki!” you demanded, your muscles relaxing as his fingers stilled against your sides. He released you, allowing you to turn and face him but still standing in between you and the door.

“Now then – are you going to tell me what it is you’re hiding? Or do I need to tickle you until you are begging for mercy?”

You felt your face flush with heat. You’d been tickled before, certainly, but only for a few seconds at a time, and never as a means to pry information from you. Truthfully, though, you were enjoying this playful side of Loki. You were also determined not to tell him about the party – it would be so much more fun if it were a surprise, and he deserved to have fun. You braced yourself, folding your arms defiantly across your chest.

“There’s nothing to tell.”

Before you could react, Loki had tackled you, and you found yourself flat on the floor with your wrists pinned over your head. Your heart hammered against your ribcage as the dark-haired Asgardian loomed over you, his smirk growing wider.

“I see you’ve made your choice, then. But I should warn you – I don’t do mercy.” The fingertips of his free hand connected with your belly, lightly tracing the soft skin through your shirt. You turned your head so you wouldn’t have to look at him, his knowing stare making it more difficult to prevent yourself from laughing. Slowly, he applied more pressure until he was clawing at your belly with all five fingers, varying between the center and sides and analyzing your expression to evaluate your response.

“I-I’m telling y-you, t-there’s nothing to t-tell,” you insisted, jolting a little each time his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot.

“Unfortunately, I don’t believe you.” He shifted his attack to your side, his fingers spidering gradually up your ribcage. Your nerves were alight with ticklish shocks, helpless giggles now bubbling out of your chest.

“W-whyhyhy don’t you believe mehehe?” you asked, your tone starting to sound more desperate.

“You’re not exactly subtle. It’s rather obvious when you’re trying to keep a secret.” Loki was now scratching in between your upper ribs, and your giggles were evolving into desperate laughter. “I see this is becoming more challenging for you. I wonder – should I try to identify all of your weak spots? Surely one of them will get you talking.”

“NOHOHO LOKI!” you pleaded, thrashing to try to free your wrists from his grasp.

“You’ll need to provide me some information, then. What was it you were really discussing with my brother the other night?”

“HE TOHOHOLD YOU!!” You shrieked as Loki’s fingers found purchase under one of your arms, your feet pounding against the floor in desperation.

“Honestly, Y/N, I didn’t believe a word either of you said.” His fingertips grazed the underside of your upper arm, tracing from your elbow down to your underarm and back up again. You hadn’t realized how ticklish the soft skin of your arm could be, but his maddeningly light touch had you writhing to try to evade his fingers.

“STAHAHAP THAT!” you begged, yanking at your restrained wrists to try to lower your arms. Even before you were in this weakened state, the god of mischief was stronger than you.

“Then talk.”

“NEVER!”

“Aha!” he exclaimed suddenly, lifting his fingers away from your arm. You sucked in air desperately, letting out the residual giggles as he allowed you a moment to recover. “You ARE hiding something! You’ve given yourself away.”

“I… but… no I didn’t!” you pouted. He chuckled, a genuine grin spreading across his face at your adorable, disappointed frown.

“It’s too late now. You may as well tell me your secret.”

“I won’t tell! I’ll never tell!” you barked, a sudden surge of bravery rushing through you.

“I’m afraid I must continue, then,” he stated, feigning pity. “Why don’t you tell me where else you are ticklish instead?”

“What? No! I won’t tell you that either!”

“Fine. It’s much more amusing for me to locate your weak spots myself anyway.” Loki released your wrists and in the same motion reached behind him to squeeze above your knees with both hands. You yelped at the unexpected touch, trying with difficulty to sit up now that your arms were free. You reached toward Loki’s sides to try to retaliate but he was too perceptive, grabbing a wrist in each hand using his cat-like reflexes. “You don’t want to do that, darling,” he warned.

“Oh, but I think I do,” you argued, trying your hardest to break free of his grip. He wrestled with you for a moment, successfully forcing you onto your stomach so you could no longer sit up and try to counterattack.

“Now then – where were we?” he huffed as he sat himself down on the back of your legs, pinning you in place. You lifted your upper body up onto your elbows and turned to look at him, keeping a close eye on his hands. “Ah, that’s right. You were about to tell me what you were discussing with the spiderling the other day.”

“No I was-“ your retort died in your mouth as Loki’s fingertips touched down on the backs of your knees. “L-Loki, hold on, don’t you even think about it.”

“Why? Too sensitive?” he teased, tracing one finger along the tendon in the back of your knee. You let out a squeal, only egging him on as he began to flutter his fingers against the thin skin there.

“LOKI I WILL KIHIHILL YOHOHOU!”

“You hardly sound threatening when you’re giggling like a child,” he taunted, tracing along the skin on the inner sides of your knees. You reached back desperately with one hand while holding yourself up with the other elbow, trying to grab hold of his tickling fingers. He snickered at your feeble attempts, reaching up quickly to slide his fingers under your arm so your elbow would buckle beneath your torso before returning his attention to your knees. “This could all stop if you’d just tell me what your secret is.”

At this point, you’d come to the embarrassing realization that you were actually having fun, despite your abdominal muscles aching from laughing so hard. You were also still determined to keep the party a secret, if not for you then for Loki’s own good. You picked yourself back up onto your elbows so you could turn and look back at him defiantly.

“No!” you declared.

“No? I see I must not be trying hard enough, then. Let’s try somewhere else, shall we?” Loki shifted his weight so he could pin your legs down with his shin, his gaze turning down toward your socked feet.

“Don’t… you… dare!” you warned, noticing where his line of sight was directed. He placed his fingertips teasingly against the soles of your feet, maintaining eye contact with you, eyes glowing with mischief.

“I’ll give you one final chance. Spill,” he ordered. You merely smirked back at him.

“Make me.”

Without another word, Loki sprang back into action, his torturous fingertips skimming along the soles of your feet. Frantic giggles spilled from your lips as you tried jerking your feet away from his touch without success.

“I’d wager you’re regretting what you said now, aren’t you?” he goaded, scratching under your toes with one finger on each foot. Your giggles pitched up as you curled your toes to prevent him from reaching the sensitive skin. “Are you prepared to talk now?”

“NEHEHEVER!!” you screeched, still determined to win. Eventually he’d get tired of this and give up, right?

“Then I’m afraid you leave me no choice.” You practically screamed in ticklish agony as his fingers once again connected with your ribs, darting rapidly up and down your sides and under your arms, scribbling into the small of your back, fluttering against the sides of your neck and behind your ears, never staying in one place long enough to grow accustomed to the sensation. Your laughter fell silent as you tapped your hand hard on the floor, signaling you were giving up. Seeing your signal, Loki’s fingers stilled against you, still pressed gently into your sides as a warning that he could start right back up again at any moment. “Talk.”

“I will… alright… just… just give me a sec,” you huffed, your chest heaving with exertion. Your mind was racing, trying to come up with a plausible lie that would satisfy the god of lies. Your heart sank as you realized you couldn’t possibly come up with something in the next ten seconds that would fool him. It had to be the truth. “I’ll tell you, but you have to swear to me you won’t tell your brother that I told you.”

“That depends on what it is you’re about to tell me,” Loki bantered.

“No, I’m serious!” Loki shifted so his weight was no longer pressed on your legs, and you turned over into a seated position on the floor. “Promise me you won’t tell.”

“Fine. I promise. Now tell me.” You took a deep breath.

“We’re planning a party. For you. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

Loki was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. His blue-green eyes searched yours as if trying to find any hint of a lie in your face. His face softened a bit as he began to realize you were actually telling the truth.

“What for?” he asked, his tone flat.

“For your birthday.”

“We don’t celebrate birthdays on Asgard, we have far too many of them to be excited for them.”

“Ugh, Loki, don’t you get it? Thor wanted to do something nice for you! I wanted to do something nice for you!” You held his gaze, trying to prove to him you still weren’t lying.

“You wanted to do something for me?” His voice was low, but there was something different about his tone; something you hadn’t heard before. Hope? Excitement? You averted your gaze down to the floor, poking at the fibers in the carpet with your finger.

“Yeah, I did. You deserve something nice. You’ve come a long way since New York. And you’re… a good friend.” You felt heat rush to your face. You’d nearly revealed another secret, one you had no intention of telling him today. Or ever. Unfortunately, Loki was perceptive.

“That sounded like another lie, Y/N,” he stated ominously. You risked a glance up at him, seeing a smirk slowly spreading across his face.

“What?! No, it’s not!” you argued, the warmth in your face spreading to your ears.

“Haven’t you learned not to lie to me by now?” Loki suddenly grabbed hold of your waist, dragging you closer to him. “Or do I need to repeat the lesson?” His fingers latched onto your ribcage, squeezing and kneading with maddening precision. Still exhausted from the previous attack, you immediately caved.

“ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! I like you, ok??” Loki stopped tickling you, not yet releasing you from his grasp. You covered your flushed face with your hands. “Happy now?”

Loki pried your hands gently away from your face, tilting your chin up with his finger. His eyes were softer than you’d ever seen them before as he gazed at you, a small smile on his face. With a surge of confidence, you closed the gap between your faces, pressing your lips to his. He kissed you back, gently but passionately all at once. When he finally pulled away, he grinned at you.

“Yes, I am happy,” he said simply. You smiled shyly back at him.

“Good.” You hardened your expression a bit, although admittedly it was hard to wipe the smile off your face. “You still have to act surprised. I can’t have people thinking I can’t keep a secret.” Loki laughed at that, his voice rumbling in his chest.

“But you can’t, darling.” He gave you one last poke in the side, eliciting a whine from you. “I’ll do my best to act surprised. I am the god of lies, after all. I should be able to put on a convincing display.”

“Good.” You allowed him to help you to your feet before shooing him out the door. “Now, get out of my room. I still have planning to do.”

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled, stopping in the doorway to look at you. “I’ll go, but only if you’ll have dinner with me tonight.”

“Only if you don’t tickle me,” you countered.

“Sorry, love, but I can’t make any promises,” he replied, winking. You sighed, smiling at him.

“I guess I’ll take my chances then.”

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youryanderedaddy · 3 years

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Hello, do you accept order? If yes, you could make a single one shot of Yandere! Brat Spoiled, please...

What would it be like if Yandere were the son of wealthy parents who always have everything they want, when they don't always get what they like, always act like a spoiled brat (and also his parents are afraid of their son, as they have already seen what he is capable of when he gets angry)... that's where the reader comes in. She is a new student at school, a nice and kind person, so the yandere knows her and falls in love so strongly that she never felt that way in life, but the reader is always rejecting her advances for being a spoiled brat and the way he treats the people around you.

What happens next?

Title: Eat the poor

Tw: non - consensual touching, obsessive/possessive behavior, violence, low-key bullying, blackmail / coercion, reader is in university

Part 2

It had started during your very first year of college, back when you still felt motivated to go to school and meet new people. You had heard the rumors about him before ever meeting his gaze and oh, did they disappoint.

You met Gabrielle for the first time when the snowdrops bloomed and the birds returned home – in the early autumn, at night, in a small crowded room reeking of alcohol, sweat and cheap cologne which you quickly realized wasn’t his. The man smelt like the cigarettes he never got bored of and sweet caramel. He was wearing a big leather jacket and a pair of dark jeans, yet the simplicity of the outfit seemed to suit the expensive brands displayed on the clothing. In a way the student represented the typical youthful boyish beauty with his golden locks, eyes the color of the sky and frame tall and well – built. Yet his face remained motionless the whole night and his body stayed still despite the mass of bodies dancing around in rhythm. But then some poor unfortunate fool managed to bump into the male, spilling his drink all over him, and his pretty face quickly twisted into a mask of disgust and anger.

“You stupid piece of shit!” The male yelled shortly after as his fist connected with the stuttering boy’s stomach. His clear eyes were now two wild thunderstorms pouring rain and lightning over the tipsy guy who was nervously apologizing and promising to pay for the damages done. “Do you know how much this costs?” Gabrielle spat with venom and pushed the other onto the floor, bringing his black sneakers to that white shirt until there was a mark of dirt formed on the otherwise clean fabric. Everyone else in the room had stopped drinking now and all the eyes were pinned onto the two men yet no one had the courage to do anything. Your own heart was beating hard in your chest at the sudden display of unnecessary violence but you had always been a calm kid, a kind soul too scared of its own shadow to learn how to fight properly. So you had no idea what to do.

“My father can have you expelled, you know.” The blond man suddenly spoke out in a quiet eerie voice as he pressed his foot harder into the shorter boy’s stomach causing him to whimper and squirm. “Unless you are willing to beg for my forgiveness, that is.” The bully proposed with a sly smirk on his pink lips as he glared at the victim underneath. The student on the ground was clenching his eyes tight so no one could see the tears in them when he shook his head no. You finally decided you couldn’t let this inhumane scene go any further.

“Stop this madness right now!” You shouted manically, drawing all the attention to yourself as you made your way between the two men. Gabrielle immediately pinned his burning gaze on you in unhidden intrigue. “This is too cruel. He didn’t mean to bump into you. Please, leave him alone.” As much as you had wanted to curse at the spoiled rich boy there was this suffocating feeling in your lungs telling you to be careful and play the mediator. The others quickly started gasping and some were already gossiping at your reaction proving your point that the guy was indeed dangerous.

Then he looked you straight in the eyes with his deep blue ones. He chuckled softly before smacking his lips in an unpleasant way, his “tsk” sending shivers down your spine. You had fucked up. “Well, well, well… Looks like the new girl wants to play hero. How cliché.” The bully grinned as he let his gaze roam up and down your body, your cheeks turning red in return when having realized he was handsome even while doing something so vulgar. “But if you do want to help him so badly…” The golden – haired man paused for a moment pretending to be deep in thought. “Maybe we could have a little deal, bunny.” He moved his leg away from the sobbing boy and stepped in front of you. From this close you could feel the warmth of his skin and the sweet aroma of burnt sugar it radiated. Gabrielle tilted your chin up almost gently and whispered in your ear “Kiss me.”

You tried to break free from the uncomfortable pose but the student simply squeezed your jaw line harder, his eyes cold and calculating, following your every move. You mind went blank and foggy at the forced intimacy and you couldn’t think straight with his breath on your neck. It felt like the time had slowed down just so the sadistic snob could mess with you a little longer. You opened your mouth to voice your protests but fortunately you didn’t have to say anything because at the very same time the host of the party appeared, ready to stop the fight.

“Gabrielle, I’d have to ask you to leave.” The dark – haired junior growled enraged as he pushed the taller male away from you. You couldn’t help but smile at him in appreciation. He was the only one brave enough to help you after all. “You are ruining the party for everyone. ” The stranger continued. The blonde seemed irritated at the sudden interruptance yet it was obvious he was powerless against the owner of the house. Still he grit his teeth and signed in annoyance as he turned to face the host. “Fuck you, Jackson!” The man cursed but eventually moved towards the door, red with anger. “My father will hear about this.” He looked at you as he reached for the golden doorknob, his features softened. “See you around, bunny.”

This was the first time you met Gabrielle. You already wished it was the last.

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After the incident the snob seemed interested in you, blatantly so. He would eye you up in the halls like you were a shiny new toy in a claw machine and try to strike a conversation no matter how much you ignored him. The man never once apologized for what happened at the party but at least he didn’t bring it up so you counted it as a small victory. You gradually understood just how much power and money the heir had. His father owned casinos, hotels, banks and apparently even the university you two were studying in received major monthly donations by the big businessman. This explained why everyone was so scared of the blonde, especially when he did nothing but flaunt his status at the slightest inconvenience. And now he wanted you.

In your eyes the boy was just an annoying brat who lived off daddy’s hard work, there really wasn’t much to him that intrigued you. The male was handsome, pretty even, but his grades were terrible and his interests were bland and shallow, mostly involving expensive brands and grand parties. But the worst thing about him was his personality. The snob treated his friends like servants and his enemies like dirt, but you he rather saw as a challenge. Gabrielle would ask you out every time you were unlucky enough to run into him. The first time the man gave you so many roses you couldn’t even count them, the second he demanded your affection with a silver necklace in hand ready to cover your neck in his mark of ownerships. You couldn’t recall all the other gifts the blonde used to try and court you with but you remembered refusing each and every one.

“Why can’t you just give me a chance?” He exclaimed one day after you had just returned the expensive bracelet you had found in your locker. It was a dark winter night and the heir seemed irritated with you for the first time, his eyes a deep electric blue just like the sky. The man had you cornered against the wall but you were used to his pathetic attempts at intimidation. Yet today there was something different in the air around him, some small voice at the back of your head wondered whether this time he wasn’t just joking around. “Are you still angry about that little wimp I expelled, bunny?” Gabrielle asked contemptuously yet his pupils remained cold and distant. Once again he was too close for your liking, too close for you to function properly, but that was probably exactly what he wanted. You to be compliant and obedient like all the others who crawled and kneeled at the very sight of him. “Or are you sulking because I beat up Jones after he asked you out, hmm?” What? The blonde man was the one who gave Tony the black eye? But he had told you it was just a street fight… Why had your friend covered for the bully you both hated?

“Why would you do that to him?” You whispered, staring at the twisted boy in front of you. Your heart was beating fast and your blood was boiling hot in your veins but you couldn’t let him win by showing him how much his actions affected you. Gabrielle reached out and cupped your cheek gently before smirking mischievously. “He was trying to take something that belonged to me.” The heir said casually as if he was talking about the weather. His fingers were cold against your warm skin and you fought the urge to vomit right then and there. “I am not yours.” You spat out with poison and pushed his hand away from your face. Next thing you know his knee was separating your thighs, lifting your short black skirt up, his breath lingering on your neck. “S-stop.” You stuttered and tried to squirm out of his hold but the man easily caught your wrists and brought them above your head, pinning you further into the wall. He was stronger than he looked and you felt so small and helpless in that moment you could have cried if your stubbornness hadn’t prevailed.

“What don’t you like about me?” The blonde suddenly spoke out, his voice unnaturally broken and needy, bordering on a whine, crying out in desperation. You weren’t sure whether he was trying to manipulate you now or if he actually wanted you to answer so you decided to be honest anyways. “I hate the way you treat other people. I could never love someone as cruel as you.” You inhaled deeply, ready to voice all the painful thoughts you had kept inside since the beginning of the semester. “You are spoilt rotten. Metaphorically and literally.” The man was breathing sharply like a wounded animal after hearing your words and as much as you wanted to sympathize with him, you couldn’t bring yourself to after everything he had done to you and your friends. He was irredeemable. “Let me go.” You finally demanded, hoping to use him weakened emotional state to your advantage.

Instead Gabrielle clenched his teeth and squeezed down harder on your already bruised wrists causing you to whimper in dull pain. His eyes were wet but the tears had finally stopped just like his willingness to show you his vulnerable side. The man had tried being nice and sweet to you, patient, then mean and patronizing, and neither worked. So obviously it was time to become the terrifying bratty monster everyone was so keen on believed he was.

“Have you noticed how many people seem to go missing after talking to you just once?” The heir whispered in your ear as his free hand traveled down to your waist, drawing you into his hard chest. You groaned at the sudden realization that the snob was actually right, less and less guys seemed to show up to your shared lectures in the last few months, but you had always assumed they just needed a break from school. University was stressful after all. “Did you…” You started off but couldn’t find the right words. Did you force your father to expel them? Did you harm them? Maybe a part of you didn’t want to know the answer. “I did.” Gabrielle responded before you could even finish the sentence. The sly smirk you knew way too well adorned his lips and it wasn’t hard to see he had already won. “And I will keep doing it until you agree to be mine and mine alone.” The man stated confidently as he sucked the sensitive skin of your neck until you arched your back in shock, your eyes rolling up to the ceiling. “N-nhgg.” You whimpered as you felt his teeth dig into your warm flesh leaving a scarlet mark for all to see. “Come on, baby, we both know you are too good to let them suffer because of your own selfishness.” He taunted you as he left a line of small wet kisses along your exposed collarbone. You wanted to argue, to yell at him how you weren’t the crazy, selfish one, but deep down you knew it was pointless. Gabrielle had power and you had nothing to bargain with. He could have anyone yet he wanted to torment you. “Give into me. I promise I can make you happy if you let me.” The blonde uttered softly as his lips brushed against yours, almost touching them, following your reaction with his clear eyes. Your own were puffy and red from the tears but he didn’t seem to care much about your misery and discomfort. The man wished to own, not to please, but you couldn’t do anything. And of course you wouldn’t let him ruin the lives of the innocent. Of course your stupid heart was too good and human for your own good. So you closed your eyes and slowly connected your lips with him even though they tasted almost metallic, like blood and defeat.

“I knew you would come around, bunny.”

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jodfics · 3 years

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A hypothetical

Female Reader x Bucky Barnes

Timeline: Avengers Tower AU

Rating: SFW - ish

Prompt: Reader works at Avengers Tower and falls in love with Bucky, but then her abusive ex shows up

A/N:They specifically wanted Bucky living in The Avenger's Tower. Remember when we all used to imagine the gang living together? Movie nights, Hawkeye living in the vents, Tony conveniently forgetting that The Winter Soldier offed his Mother...

This is one of those, so canon is out the window, and this is an Avenger's Tower AU.

Warning: Will be talk of physical abuse, will be scenes with physical and emotional abuse. Bucky has some colourful hypotheticals at the end.

When Y/N had taken the job of Insurance Handler at Stark Enterprises, she had never imagined how busy it would be. It wasn't so bad when things were peaceful, but after an incident... Well, things got a little hectic. The woman had just gotten off the phone with a woman whose entire house had suffered an electrical surge; Thanks to a certain God of Thunder. Checking her call log for the number of outgoing calls she needed to make to ensure that the rebuilding of half a block of flats was going to schedule; Thank you, Hulk. Y/N sighed and put herself on lunch.

It wasn't a terrible job. Y/N liked her colleagues, and Stark provided amazing work perks - decent free coffee, a fully comped cafeteria, a massive discount on tech and great pay. Another Unique bonus was knowing that a few floors above; was where most of The Avengers lived.

The first time she had met one of them, it was Thor, the God grinning at her as he held open a door and asked why she was carrying a tome. Y/N had nearly dropped the seven hundred page document as she marvelled at how big he was - how big his biceps in comparison to her head. He was most apologetic when she stammered out that they were insurance claims specifically to do with the power outage he had caused.

Steve Rogers was a common sight on the office floors, especially if he knew the influx of work and stress was The Avengers fault. He would bring them treats and take drink orders like a waiter, so they could at least be hydrated. He was also quite handy when it came to moving office furniture around in a hurry.

And of course, Tony Stark, himself, would come and greet the room with some over the top announcement or pay bonus.

Heading for the photocopier, Y/N tapped her keycard on the scanner to print off the last few forms she needed and then quickly started filling them out on top of the machine. Putting the pen down to turn the page, she realised a little too late that it was rolling toward the back of the copier, and she was just a little too slow in catching it, "Crap." She walked toward the back of it, crouching low to try and fit her arm between the wires and the wall, though it was just out of reach - it was her favourite pen. Standing up again, she leaned heavily against it, trying to wriggle the massive thing to the side a few inches. "Ugh, Stark probably welded it to the damn floor!"

A hand lightly tapped her elbow, and then the photocopier was slid away from the wall like it weighed nothing. Y/N bent down and grabbed her pen, "Thank you, Steve - oh!”

She had assumed it was Captain America who had come to her office related rescue because of the ease with which it was moved, but this wasn't the blonde. "Sorry to disappoint." His voice was soft, and the warm, velvety tones caused nothing but static in her mind as she stared, "I'm the other ninety-something popsicle. But I don't taste like freedom and eagles.”

"What do you taste like?" She heard the words in her ears when they were supposed to stay in her head. Y/N felt heat rushing to her cheeks and covered her mouth with her hand, eyes wide as she watched his surprised little blink and then he was smiling almost shyly. A blush on his cheeks just above his stubble. "I am... I am so sorry!" The woman was mortified; it wasn't entirely her fault. He had set her up... though she was the one whose filter had stopped working.

Bucky's tongue peeked out to run along his bottom lip, his palm rubbing the back of his neck nervously as he watched her have an existential crisis. He thought it was cute. "I'm Bucky.”

"Hello, Bucky," she shook his hand when he offered it, still burning with embarrassment, "I'm mortified.”

His little laugh felt like it vibrated all the way through her, the sound making her want to chase it, to make him laugh more. Bucky held up a keycard for her to see, "Well, Mortified - if that really is your name - I'm kinda lost.”

"I'm Y/N." She took a deep breath in and gently let it out, swearing she could feel steam in her ears, "That's... That's a keycard for upstairs. Usually, you just tap it to the scanner in the elevator, and it takes you to your floor from the main lobby.”

His left shoulder lifted in a sort of shrug, and his eyebrows raised a little. "Or it traps you between floors at random intervals because the guy who owns the building hates you and trained his AI to torture you regularly.”

"Oh wow." That wasn't an unheard-of amount of petty for Tony Stark, but it was going above and beyond. "You think he's jealous of your hair?”

Bucky reached for a few of the chin-length strands that had escaped the low, haphazard bun at the nape of his neck and tucked them behind his ear, "You know, that could be it, Sweetheart.”

Her mind short-circuited again.

It wasn't like he was using an exclusive pet name for her, but the way he looked and how he sounded made her heart stutter - then her mouth. "Y-you, you wanna like... drink food? Uh, I mean... I am - I would really appreciate it if you would take me out - on a date or with a rifle. Either one would put me out of my misery right now.”

Bucky had chosen to take her on a date. It was one of the best decisions he had made since Steve had found him in Romania and asked him to come back. He hadn't even had a chance to settle into a new life, and Steve was there - forgiving him for trying to kill him. Tony Stark wasn't keen on him, not after the man had gone through The Winter Soldier files and found the 1989 report.

Bucky had been grateful when Y/N offered to let him crash at her place until things had calmed down. She hadn't pried or asked him questions about his barely remembered past, but she had helped him through some of the guilt.

He missed living with her, no matter how short that month had been. Still, his pardon stipulated he had to be in Steve Roger's custody until further notice.

She was still welcome to visit Bucky and Steve's apartments outside of work hours. One of Bucky's many 'six month anniversary' gifts to her had been her own limited keycard that gave her access to the apartment. Y/N still couldn't look Steve in the eye after he had walked into the living room and gotten an eyeful of her and his best friend going at it like horny rabbits. After that, they made sure to keep it in Bucky's room unless Steve was out for the night.

Everything was wonderful.

At least, that's what she had thought until one morning, she ran into a familiar face. "Oh my God, Y/N?" The man's voice felt like pins in her eardrums, and his friendly smile and outstretched arms made her want to vomit. She held her files closer to her chest to avoid having to hug him and glanced at the people around him - A new induction team for the office.

He was working there.

Her Ex was working at her company, and he was acting like he hadn't put her in the hospital two years ago.

The other newbies were buzzing around him, taken in by his false charm and handsome face. He had fooled her at first, too, had been kind and sweet, loving. Then after they moved in together, he had started to call her names; he would body shame her, pull on her hair and shove her into walls. He had gotten worse and worse until he was beating her for the smallest of inconveniences.

She had foolishly let him isolate her from friends and family so that she had no one to turn to. Y/N had been too scared to leave, and when he finally left her for another woman - she had been relieved.

But it had been difficult to get her life back. And until Bucky, she hadn't been able to spend time with a man, alone, without trembling or feeling like her heart was going to hammer out of her ribcage.

Bucky treated her like a queen.  He was so gentle with her. Perhaps it was some of his insecurities holding him back too, but they trusted each other. Two people who had been hurt by others - trusted and loved one another.

The man had never outright asked her, and Y/N had never mentioned her past, but she felt like he had an idea. It was the subtle things he did for her; like, not yelling at the TV when his team lost because it had made her startle and tense. He always made some sort of noise to let her know when he was 'sneaking' up on her - he was naturally silent when he moved - so that she didn't flinch and gasp. Bucky would also take the time to tell her it was okay when she dropped something or got something wrong.

Y/N made an excuse to get away from the new team and headed for the photocopier to grab the envelopes she needed for the documents. She missed the light scuff of a shoe on the floor behind her and nearly jumped out of her skin when a cool arm wrapped around her middle. Y/N's nails dug into it, and then she froze as she realised it was too hard for a normal limb. “Bucky?!"

"...Yeah." Steel-blue eyes narrowed in concern as he tenderly caressed her sides and turned her to face him. He watched her chest rise and fall a little too fast, noted the dampness on her temples and the wideness of her eyes. "What's happened?" Bucky's gaze scanned the room for a threat, trying to pinpoint why he saw fear in his girlfriend's eyes.

Y/N shook her head, "Just having a bad day, Buck." Her smile was a little forced, and she knew he knew that, so she leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Nothing a dinner with my favourite Avenger can't fix.”

"Damn," Bucky gave a mock sigh, "Thor's in Asgard, so I guess you'll have to have dinner with me instead.”

"You're just mad because he let me touch his hammer."

The brunette pressed his lips to her forehead, a little happier that she was feeling playful. "He lets everyone touch his Hammer, Doll. If you're good, I'll let you handle my rifle later.”

They parted ways, and for the next few days, she wasn't thinking about her Ex or her past. She just wanted to get the forms out for the cars Black Widow had commandeered and crashed into various buildings before having to deal with Iron Man's latest press release.

The wind was knocked out of Y/N as he back hit the shelves of the supply shelf; her cry choked as the hand around her throat squeezed. Her Ex's furious snarl inches from her face. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" He spat out, "I don't need some stupid bitch like you telling me how to file a report!" The heel of his hand smacked the shelf by her head, and Y/N swallowed down a whimper.  "You think just because the guy whose cock you're sucking is big that I'm not gonna do anything?! Huh?!"

“S-stop...!"

His grip around her neck tightened before he shoved two of his fingers past her lips and nearly made her gag. "I left your stupid, fat ass, but I still own you!" The digits shoved in deeper, then he let go as she threw up on the lino floor, "Useless fucking bitch.”

Her Ex straightened his tie and walked out of the supply room as if nothing had happened, whilst Y/N gasped and sobbed after falling to her knees.

She didn't leave until a colleague found her and helped her to the bathroom - simply assuming Y/N was ill.

Her boyfriend greeted her outside the bathroom after hearing she was sick; he had hoped to take her out for lunch. Bucky was confused when she asked him to call a cab to her place rather than rest in his room. He was confused that she didn't seem to want him to touch her.

Her ex kept finding ways to get her alone and terrorise her.

A week went by, and Bucky noticed his girl changing. Her funny comebacks were gone, she was wearing a jacket a little bigger than she would usually wear, and she had started to look so small. Her hunched shoulders and the way her eyes darted around the office - searching - put Bucky on edge. So much so that he had almost taken to patrolling the office floor. Y/N was withdrawing from her friends, and even though she knew it was happening again, that her Ex was alienating her, again. She felt powerless to stop it.

The woman had tried to avoid Bucky during work, worried he would find out and commit murder or, worse, be ashamed of her. Y/N had started to make excuses not to come over to see him. But when he turned up at her desk with a bunch of her favourite flowers and an invitation to 'Casa Del Barnes', she couldn't refuse him. Not when his boyish, shy smile made her stomach flutter and her cheeks warm.

She was safe with him.

Bucky didn't say anything when she turned up in a long-sleeved turtleneck and loose pants. He missed her cute outfits and how she used to dress up for him, though maybe she just felt comfortable with him? Or perhaps, Bucky's eyebrows drew together as he tried to figure out if it was period week yet; maybe she felt bloated? "You're going to overload your brain." Her index rubbed small circled into the crease between his eyes, and the man grinned as she became a little more herself.

They ate and chatted, both of them curling up on the sofa after Bucky put on one of Steve's vinyl records for background music. The brunette traced patterns into her thigh, his cheek resting on his other hand as he leaned on the sofa. He smiled as she got into the fine details of her latest fixation. When she asked him what he was staring at, Bucky leaned in to press their lips together, a soft, barely-there kiss that ended too soon. "You know you're beautiful, right?”

"Huh?" She blinked several times, still focussed on the plumpness of his perfect lips, watching them move as he spoke but not taking anything in.

Bucky shook his head fondly, "I said you're beautiful. I feel like you don't know that lately. So I'm telling you.”

"Shut up." Y/N scoffed and made to sit up a little more. Bucky reached for her wrist and wrapped his hand around it - intending to pull her into another kiss but halting when he saw her wince and let go.

"Sweetheart?" He straightened up and reached for her hand. Y/N dodged his touch and started to stand up to leave. "Y/N? Are you hurt?”

She shook her head, looking for her shoes so she could hide away and pretend that everything was okay. "I'm fine. I'm sorry. I'm... I just, a stupid accident. You know how stupid I am. If I wasn't so damn fat, I would be less clumsy.”

"What? Who the hell told you that, Doll?" Bucky moved in front of her, not intending to block the exit but so he could look at her. "Oh, Darlin'... no." His hands were slow and careful as he reached out to cradle her cheeks in his hands, his heart breaking along with his voice as he watched tears fall from her eyes. "Honey, no. You're not stupid, and you're perfect - the only thing that's gonna be fat is the lip of the bastard feeding you those lines." He was relieved when she allowed him to bundle her to his chest and envelope her in his arms. Surround and protecting her from everything as she cried loudly into his neck. "God, you don't know how much I love you, Y/N. Please, let me fix this for you. Let me get that pretty smile back on your precious face.”

"I - I don't know - I - I mean," Bucky's hands stroked up and down her back as she tried to speak through her sobs; he kissed her head and murmured for her to take her time, patiently waiting rather than yelling at her.

He wasn't her Ex.

He might have hurt a lot of people in his past, against his will, but she knew she was safe with him.

"I do-don't know why I can't fight back!" Finally, she got it out, "I could just tell someone, but I just - I see him and... and I'm so fucking scared. I'm scared he'll break my arm again! I'm scared he'll choke me, and I won't wake up again!" Y/N's breathing turned to gasps as her fingers dug into Bucky's clothes, pinching his skin as she clung to him so desperately.

"It's okay." He whispered into her ear, the rumble of his chest somehow soothing, "It's not your fault. None of this is your fault, Honey." Bucky didn't need to look under the sleeves or collar of her top to know he would find dark finger-shaped marks on her skin. "Will you let me help you?" His head ducked down to nose at her cheek, urging wet eyes to meet his oddly calm ones, "I have some hypotheticals we can run through to sort this, you wanna hear?”

Being a Super Soldier had its perks too.

His senses were enhanced, his strength and speed were enhanced, he liked to think his ability to scare someone shitless was enhanced too.

"How many floors up are we, Darlin?" He asked nonchalantly as he stood with one foot on the ledge of the roof, "I stopped counting after I hit my age.”

Y/N pulled Bucky's jacket tighter around herself as she stood a few feet from the edge, the wind was chilly up there, and she was confident a cloud just passed them by. "Officially one hundred and twelve if you include the basement.”

"Wow, that's pretty high..." he let out a low whistle, "Think I can see your apartment from here - shit, I think I can see England from up here." His hold tightened a little around the ankle he had in his grasp, "What do you think, fella? Can you see England?”

Y/N's Ex didn't have the same careless, conversational tone that Bucky did. In fact, he didn't seem to be in the mood to chat at all as he dangled by his ankle over the edge of the Tower. He was babbling, tears and drool smearing over his terrified expression as he begged Bucky not to drop him. Unmoved by the man's pleas, Bucky rocked him back and forth, sighing as if he were bored. "You know," he began, "I was talking to my best girl about hypotheticals last night. Would it be rude if I jammed my titanium fingers into your mouth and drag you up the stairs like a hooked fish? How long could I hold a writhing, one hundred-seventy-pound pig up by the ankle for? How far a body might spread out on the pavement from this height? Would it be insured?”

“P-p-p-plEAse!!"

Bucky shook his head, tutting at the man, "Don't interrupt. I was getting to the best part." He glanced at Y/N to ensure he wasn't scaring her; though she looked nervous, she trusted him. "So, hypothetically speaking, I might be keen for you to get the hell out of this job, this city - maybe even this country. He kept his voice level and calm – there was no room for the other to snivel and cry. "Hypothetically, If I ever saw you touch, speak, or so much as glance at Y/N again, I would make life very hard for you." He paused when he heard her Ex full-on sobbing and tossed him back onto the roof to curl up into a ball. He crouched down and yanked on the man's tie, voice low and dangerous, far too soft for Y/N to hear, but the murderous intent was clear. "Not so hypothetically. I will tear your arms from their fucking sockets; sinew and muscle will tear apart so excruciatingly painful you will shit yourself." Bucky's arm made a 'whirring' sound as the panels shifted threateningly. "I will tear your body to shreds, and then I will get you the best medical care in the world so that you live a long, awful, pitiful existence. Always, always hurting and wishing I had let you fall off that edge.”

"Bucky?" Y/N called hesitantly, creeping closer to try and pick up the words being spoken. Bucky turned to her with an effortless smile and almost innocent look.

"I think Stevie and Stark said they'd send security up to collect him." He stood up and dusted off his knees, offering her his arm to take. "They'll escort him off the property, and he'll never bother you again," He tilted his head toward the man, his voice sharpening, "Will you?”

Y/N listened to the manic babbling of 'no' and 'I promise' and I'm sorry'. She took Bucky's arm and leaned into his side, "Hypothetically; You're terrible, Bucky.”

"And un-hypothetically?”

She smiled and moved aside as security rushed past at the top of the stairs, "I love you, and I would love you more if you can carry me down the stairs instead of walking again." Her laughter echoed down the stairwell, Bucky's chasing it all the way down as he lifted her into his arms.

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FATWS One Shot #2 - The Beginning of a Family

Word Count: 1804

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Human Trafficking (once, it was a mission Reader did), Minor Character Injury

Setting/Characters: The first half-ish of The Avengers in 2012; Reader, Steve Rogers, Nick Fury, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor, Mentions of Loki, Phil Coulson, and Clint Barton, OC!Agent Anderson

A/N: Here’s One Shot Number 2! I was thinking of making it longer and adding the actual Battle of Manhattan, but I dunno if I’m gonna do that. I just wanted these to be One Shots of first meetings and other smaller events. I didn’t want to do scene-for-scene two parters. If you want me to, I can, I don’t mind doing it, I just wasn’t planning on it. I’ve kinda been slacking today, which is why I haven’t cranked out more than this one, but I’ll see if I can finish one more for tonight. Tomorrow’s another late night for me at work, BUT! Tomorrow night FATWS comes out! So I will be doing the next Episode! I also don’t have Friday off this week, so the Parts might bleed into Saturday, but they will come this weekend!

Reminder that this has nothing to do with FATWS the show, but I don’t have a title for my FATWS Series, which is what these are based off of, so this is what they’re called for now! If you have any ideas for names, feel free to send them in! I’m just too lazy to come up with something clever for the whole Series.

Thank you so much for reading! As always, not beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Be kind to yourselves and others! Stay tuned and enjoy!

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You were exhausted, coming back from an assignment that lasted a little over two months. It’d been your first one since you were assigned to help Steve adjust, and you were guessing they’d keep you on desk duty for a few months before sending you back out again. Which frustrated you to no end.

But then you got back your personal cell phone from a fellow agent and, seeing you had a few voicemails - which you never had - you flipped it on.

“Hi, Y/N.” Your lips turned up at the man you started growing close to over the past year. “I-I know you’re on a mission right now. I mean, you just left last week. Anyways, I just…I hope you’re doin’ okay. You probably won’t get this until later, but…still. I hope you’re safe. I, uh, I got that book. The one you were joking about me getting. The U.S. History for Dummies one. It goes farther back than I need to know, but I still read all of it. It helped. I wish you were here though. But I know you’re working. And that’s important. Um… I guess I’ll see you in a few months.”

The phone beeped before the next message played. “I took your advice. I got a sketchbook and some other stuff. There’s a ton of new supplies. I’m kinda excited to try them out. Maybe they’re not new but they’re more accessible now than they used to be. And I found a gym. In Brooklyn. It’s kinda run down - a hole in the wall type place - but they don’t do memberships and they don’t care how long you stay as long as you pay for your time. So that’s nice. I guess. Anyways…hi. I don’t think I said that earlier. It’s Steve, by the way. But you probably guessed that. Um…that’s all. I just wanted to let you know. Stay safe, honey. Abbyssinia.”

You listened to the next couple ones, all along the same lines. Steve telling you about his day; about the dog he was allowed to pet on his run or the different coffee he tried this morning at your previous suggestion. You snickered a little, shaking your head. You would never guessed that Hitler hitting, Nazi punching Captain America was so…soft. Cute.

His last voicemail was from earlier that morning, and it made her brow furrow. “Hey, honey. I, uh…God, I really wish you were here. I was told you’d be getting back last week, but then they said it might be another couple weeks because something happened? I hope nothing happened. Please be okay. I’ve really missed you. I know it’s only been a year, but…you’re the only familiar thing I have right now. I guess Fury was right to choose you since you were the first person I saw. There’s a, uh, problem. Fury’s got a mission for me. Some guy named Loki stole the Tesseract. Which was HYDRA’s secret weapon. That blue cube thing. I was just getting used to laptops and fast food and this…it’s just a lot. Overwhelming. You were always good at making things less intimidating. I’ve gotta go. Some SHIELD personnel are picking me up now. We’re going to…somewhere. I’m sure you would know, but they haven’t exactly told me. Hoping to see you soon, Y/N. Please be safe.”

You frowned at the information, looking up at one of your fellow agents, Anderson. “Hey.” He turned his head towards you from his conversation with the copilot. “Is something going on at HQ?”

“The Helicarrier.” Anderson corrected. “Fury just called it in. Something with the Tesseract. And some guy’s mind controlling people. He’s got Barton, apparently. The director is bringing a few people on board; Banner, Stark, Romanoff. Rogers, too, I heard. He wants you to be there ASAP, so we’re going there now.”

Letting out a sigh, you rubbed your eyes and nodded. “Alright. Let’s go see what’s going on.”

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Fury met you as you walked off the jet, lugging your duffle bag over your shoulder. You were still in your clothes from the mission; a human trafficking ring in Guam. Dirty, torn up jeans along with a white tank top hugging your torso and a flannel, unbuttoned, over your shoulders. One of your sneakers had a hole in it, too, and you were walking with a slight limp from the dislocated kneecap you got a few days prior.

“Agent.” He nodded in greeting, passing you a file. “The others are waiting. We just brought in Loki.”

You chewed your cheek, narrowing your eyes as you scanned the information in the file. It had personal files of the others, but you didn’t need to look through those. You knew Natasha very well, considering she taught you half the things you know, along with Barton. You knew Stark - of course you did - especially after you helped set Natasha up to be his secretary a while back. Banner you were also knowledgeable about, seeing as you went undercover to find him when he first took off and had been part of the tracking team on him ever since. Thor you had learned about after his fiasco in New Mexico from Coulson. And, last but certainly not least, Steve Rogers, who you knew better than any file could explain.

“Walk me through this; Thor and Loki are the real Thor and Loki? Like, from Norse myths?”

“Apparently so. You know about the New Mexico incident with the two last year, don’t you?”

You nodded, pinching your lips together tightly. “Well, yeah, but I thought…I dunno. I guess it just didn’t click. So,” you tucked the file under your arm securely, raising an eyebrow at Fury. “We’re fighting a god? An actual god?”

“With an army of aliens.” He confirmed.

“Wonderful.” You huffed as the two of you turned a corner, making your way onto the bridge, just in time to hear Stark talking to Banner about him turning into the Hulk.

“Dr. Banner is only here to track the cube.” Fury butted in. You crossed your arms behind Fury, leaning on your good leg. “I was hoping you might join him. Before you do, this is-”

“Y/N! You’re back!”

You shot a grin to the blonde, who perked up upon seeing you. “Hi, Steve. Just in time, too, huh.” You nudged Natasha slightly. “Hey, Nat. Sorry about Clint.”

She shrugged. “I’m just glad you’re here to help.”

“I’m sorry.” You looked over to find Banner frowning contemplatively at you. “Do I know you?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but Fury beat you to it. “Formalities later. Y/L/N, we’ll bring you up to speed-”

“I’ll get there, sir. How are you boys planning on tracking down the Tesseract?” You questioned, nodding in the two geniuses’ direction.

“I’d start with that stick of his.” Steve suggested, turning to look at the duo as well. “It may be magical but it works an awful lot like a HYDRA weapon.”

“I don’t know about that, but it is powered by the Cube.” Fury stated. “And I’d like to know how Loki used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys.”

A tall, broad as hell blonde looked at Fury, confused. “Monkeys? I do not understand-”

“I do!” Steve jumped in, pointing at Thor, before leaning back in his seat at the silence that came after his exclamation. “I-I understood that reference.”

You chuckled and shook your head, winking at Steve when he smiled bashfully at you. As the two scientists - was Stark a scientist? - started heading out, Steve hopped up, padding over to you.

“You’re back early.”

“Late, technically.” You shrugged, letting him pull you in for a hug, your hand rubbing his back. “I got your calls.”

He pulled away, his ears turning red. “Oh, yeah. I, uhm-”

You sniggered. “It’s fine, Steve. You can call me whenever you need to. I’m just sorry I couldn’t answer you sooner.”

“You were working.” He shrugged half heartedly. “Did it go okay? Are you okay?”

“Yes, Steven. I’m fine.” You rolled your eyes just as a yawn threatened to escape your lips. “If not a little tired.” You tapped on the star against his chest. “Nice suit, by the way.”

“Ha ha.” He grinned, eyeing your own clothing. “You’re matching me.” He tugged on the red, white, and blue flannel hanging from your arms. “You also look like shit.”

You snorted. “Wow. What a gentleman. Let’s get this whole Loki situation over with so I can go to bed, yeah?”

He chuckled a little with a nod. “Sounds like a plan, honey.” The two of you started out of the bridge. “You should shower first, though.”

“You’re a bully, you know that?”

“I’m just sayin’!”

“I’m just sayin’!” You mocked with a huff. “Leave me be, Rogers.”

His laughter was cut short, making you look over at him curiously, only to find his slitted eyes studying your movements. “Why are you limping?”

“Relax, Captain. I just dislocated my knee. It’s fine. Shit happens on missions, you know that.”

“Is that why you came back late?”

Shaking your head, you lead him to one of the private rooms the Helicarrier had so you could shower and change. “No. I just needed a little more time. That’s all. Now let’s focus on the problem at hand. We can talk more later.”

He hesitated, leaning against the doorway and watching you set your bag on the small cot. “Okay. As long as you’re alright.”

Your heart jumped a bit at the concern laced in his tone, the apprehension in those blue eyes - which you found out had some green in them - making your breath hitch slightly. “I am.” You spoke softly with a firm nod of your head, trying to assure him and his worries. “I promise.”

“I’m gonna go check on Banner and Stark, then. Come find me when you’re done.”

You cleared your throat to recover yourself, throwing him a cheeky grin. “Aye, aye, Captain.”

He rolled his eyes with a smile, before turning and walking out, leaving you alone and confused.

What was that? You’d never had that reaction to anything. Your heart doesn’t race whenever someone walks in the room. Not like it did with him. What the hell did that even mean?

You shook your head, clearing your throats. You didn’t have time to dwell on that now. You doubted it was anything more than a fluke. You were just tired and seeing someone familiar, who was genuinely excited to see you was like a breath of fresh air after your operation. That’s all. Yeah.

With that decided, you headed to the shower, head spinning with new thoughts of this problem with the God of Mischief and that stupid blue cube.

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Oh part 1

Part 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7

Standing in front of that imposing building you felt your resolve falter slightly. It looked as though nothing had changed in years. Even the grove of trees that lined the driveway, tall and graceful, seemed to be frozen in time.

One foot in front of the other, you coax yourself.

You suck in a laboured breath and walk into the large courtyard stopping once again as you take in your surroundings. You had hoped to be able to come and go without notice but the gravel covering the courtyard was doing a great job in announcing your arrival.

This is new, you think to yourself slightly amused at your naivety thinking things would have stood still just because you left.

You hadn’t been back in over a decade after that little incident and if anyone had told you you would be standing where you were right now, you would have laughed in their faces before smacking them across it.

You walk through a smaller sylvan courtyard of blooming orange trees. In its centre you see a fish pond. Smiling you look into it and search for the red and gold koi you had put there when you built the pond as a birthday present for Tony. It swims up to the surface as if it recognises you and if it weren’t for the boxes you were lugging about you might have even bent down to poke at its mouth.

For a split second you consider turning around and walking, no, running away. Screw the freshly baked muffins that were precariously balanced on you. You could just head back to the shop and sell them off at half price. You didn’t need the huge commission that the Avengers had agreed to pay for them. No you definitely didn’t need it…

…you also definitely did not need your business partner chewing off your ear about passing off said commission.

Think of all the rich people eating your food? you can hear her clawing voice bounce about in your head.

In truth you knew that the Avengers could easily afford a better baker. The best pastry chefs this side of the globe would happily saw off their left foot to be able to cater for them. But Pepper rings your mobile phone, claiming she meant to actually dial the shop, to place an order…a significantly large one…one she knew you would not be able to resist.

“Shit…” you mumble under your breath seeing the cause of your stress marching towards you a huge smile on her face.

“Is that how you greet an old friend?” Pepper says holding onto your upper arms and leaning in to place air kisses on your cheeks.

“No of course not…it’s just…umm…” you stutter as your heart thumps so hard it rattles its ribcage.

“I know…it’s a little weird being back” she says hands still holding you in place as if she knew you were about to bolt right out of there.

You shrug chuckling a little. “It’s stupid isn’t it?” you adopt a wide smile which had always been effective when dealing with difficult customers.

“Don’t give me that look” she swipes at your chin, “and it’s not stupid either. Just so you know, we’re all on your side.” She adds giving you a sympathetic look and you calm slightly at her words.

“Thanks Pep.”

“Ok you head in. I’ll meet you inside in a bit, you don’t mind do you? Tony ordered a grand piano and it’s just arrived…” she trails off.

“Sure, I know my way around” you say smiling as she squeezes your arms before letting you go. Of course you knew your way around. After all, this had been your home too for over 5 years.

5 years of bliss with her.

You mentally chide yourself. Nope, not gonna go back there.

As you climb the white marbled steps that led to the main door of the mansion you steal a glance at the silent looming windows glinting in the early morning light. You hesitate a little seeing a shadow pass quickly across one of them.

Shit.

Shaking your head, yet again, you finally reach the large oak doors. The bright and zesty scent of your lemon muffins waft into the air and as you are about to ring the doorbell the solid doors open revealing a tanned and muscled man in a shirt way too small for his body.

“STEVEN!” you shout whisper as his face splits into a wide grin.

“Y/N! Wh-what are you doing here?” he almost engulfs you in a hug stopping at the very last moment realising your arms were occupied.

“I-I…umm, muffins?” you return his grin looking down at your packages.

His eyes widen a little before taking some of the boxes from you. He balances 3 with ease in one hand as he pulls you inside. “No I mean I knew we had ordered from you…,” he says walking with you towards the kitchen, “…but I thought you said you were going to send a runner or something.”

“Well I was but our regular guy called in sick” you say gently placing the boxes onto the kitchen island.

“Well isn’t that unfortunate” he eyes you winking when you catch his gaze.

You roll your eyes at him. “No Steve, it’s the very opposite of what you mean.”

“Oh come on Y/N,” he shuffles up beside you to bump your shoulder, “it’s been so long.”

“It has...but hey! I get to see you again!” you bump his shoulder back and he pretends like it hurts him. “Ok so these need to be consumed within 3 days…”

“Woah woah woah now…” he cuts you off, “…you’re talking like you’re about to leave.”

He gives you a sad pouting face. His crisply parted hair makes him look like a choirboy albeit a very well built one. You almost feel sorry for him.

“Steve you know I don’t belong here” you say fingering the hem of your shirt.

Your answer seems to baffle him. He straightens up and stares at you for a moment narrowing his eyes slightly. “I’m skipping my morning run just to hang out with you, so you can at least spend some time with me.”

“Steve…” you protest before he cuts you off again.

He raises a hand in your face. “Not hearing any of it” he says grabbing yours and leading you out of the kitchen, “…we’re going to take a walk and you’re going to meet some of your family.”

You knew there was no use arguing with him. The death grip he had on you meant that you couldn’t even try to make a dash for it. “Steve if she…” you add and he cuts you off. Third one in a row. This was getting ridiculous.

“Shh!” and that was final. He leads you into the giant library where that vapid painting by Albert Ryder still hung on the wall. You hated that massive eye sore and always wandered what Tony liked about it. You’d always pegged him for the colourful extravagant type and this painting was just so out of character.

“Sam! Look who’s here?” Steve’s voice bellows out interrupting your thoughts. Your eyes trail up the curving mahogany spiral stairs that Steve is looking at and onto another floor of bookcases that were bathed in sunlight pouring in through a round skylight on the ceiling.

“OMG Y/N?!” Sam almost shrieks as he bounds down the steps at a dangerous pace to collect you in a massive bear hug. “What are you doing here?!” he adds still crushing you in his arms.

“I came with the cupcakes…” you giggle as he picks you up and twirls you around. “Th-They brought me as their plus one.”

He puts you down to really look at you as if committing you to memory. A large smile sits on his face. “I see the sass is still there?”

“It never really left, big guy” you raise an eyebrow smirking as he hugs you one more time.

“Pleaseee tell me you’re here for the party?” he groans wrapping an arm around your shoulders looking at you hopefully. “Parties here have been so sad since you’ve been gone.”

You hum about to answer as out of nowhere two slender arms wrap around you. It knocks the wind out of you and you instinctively hug back letting the smell of cinnamon and spice invade your senses. “Wanda!” you yelp.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming” she squeals smacking you across the arm.

You giggle at her pout. “I didn’t know I was coming, malyshka.”

She grins at your use of the word. “Ok let’s go” she says to a chorus of groans.

“Excuse me! You are not taking her any where!” Sam blurts out grabbing your free hand.

“Sorry guys but I found her first” Steve adds standing in front of you and placing an authoritative hand on your shoulder his fingernails biting into the flesh there.

“Guys…” you cough nervously, “how about we take a walk…together” you say quietly and sigh in relief as everyone starts smiling and pestering you with questions again.

I guess nothing’s really changed after all.

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lostandsearching · 3 years

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Her Loss

Pairings: Maria Hill/Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff/Fem!Reader, Wanda Maximoff/Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N is forever searching for her, the half of her soul that will free her form the pain in her heart. But what does she do when the roads fork into different paths and into different arms. How does she differentiate from true love and fleeting lust? Can she find the arms of her destined or will she simply doom herself and let them slip through her fingers.

Warnings: WandaVision elements used, swearing (maybe?)

Word Count: 2600+

A/N: Here’s chapter 3 and we’re following our favourite little witchy! Just a shout out to @theperfectlovestory for being so patient and reading through my chapters. If you ain’t read her work, you’re missing out! As always, reblogs and feedback are welcome. Enjoy :)

Chapter One | Chapter Two

Tossing and turning, she shifts around in bed uncomfortably. Having been able to sleep the night before, exhaustion catching up to her, she is faced with another restless night. Her sleeping has improved over the months. The nights she cried to sleep was no longer a regular occurrence but she still had her difficulties.

The bed was always too unfamiliarly empty no matter how much time had passed. There was no weight by her side causing a dip in the mattress, no strong arms wrapped around her waist encasing her protectively and no cool body to nestle herself against. Her empty bed serves as just another reminder of everything she’s lost. The fates had been cruel to her, delivering her time and time again into loving arms only to rip them away from her far too soon.

Having accepted that sleep will not welcome her tonight, she looked towards the wall clock on her right. ‘It’s only four but I guess I can enjoy the quiet and watch the sunrise for a little while’ muttering to herself. She clambers out of bed throwing on a large dark blue jumper, his jumper, and a pair of jeans careful not to make any noise and stir the children next door.

She loves Clint’s children dearly and wholeheartedly. They accepted her, a stranger, as family without hesitation or fear of her abilities. Little Nate went so far as running to her with the widest grin on his face to proudly proclaim that he’s also named after her brother. This only brought happy tears to her eyes as she engulfed him in a hug. Yes, she loved them dearly and she couldn’t be more grateful to the retired archer and Laura for opening their home to her but sometimes it was too much.

The happy shrieks of laughing children reverberating off the walls, the gentle and loving touches between Laura and Clint, the pure love and pride in Clint’s eyes as he took in his family at the dinner table would sometimes be unbearable for Wanda. This was supposed to be the life she had with him. A home, he had secretly bought for them, in a place called Westview with two children at least. They would have dinner together as a family, watch their children grow up like no time has passed at all, even go trick-or-treating wearing silly family costumes. Her life would have been filled with love, laughter and warm embraces but he was gone, taking her dreams along with him.

Wanda quickly threw on her slippers and crept as quietly as possible out of the farmhouse, trying to avoid rousing the slumber of the ever attentive Hawkeye. He may need hearing aids but Wanda would bet anything that he wore them to bed to avoid being taken by surprise. One misstep on a creaky floorboard would have him rushing out with bow and arrow in hand, ready to protect his family from any intruder, only for her to flounder a lame excuse at her sneaking around at an ungodly hour.

Lady luck was on her side it would seem and she escaped the confines of the home without incident. She is instantly greeted by a cool and gentle breeze caressing her skin. She sits on the steps of the home looking up at the clear night sky as the sun teeters on the horizon, teasing the darkness with a warm glow. She lets her mind wander back to over a year ago, to the events that unfolded after her return from the now dubbed Blip.

One moment she had Vision’s lifeless body cradled against her as she sobs, only to be suddenly greeted by a strange man calling her to arms, Vision’s body nowhere to be found.

“The fate of the world needs you to come with me now if we are to have any hope in defeating Thanos” and with that he opened a portal and passed through, Wanda nipping at his heels.

She thrust herself into the chaotic battlefield, remnants of the destroyed compound strewn about, with only one goal in mind. He took the love of her life, he took her life and he’s taken her home. Thanos has taken everything from her and now she’ll make him pay.

She flew in engaging Thanos, bombarding him with all the rage coursing through her veins. Angry, red wisps encase the tyrant threatening to rip him apart but as she was within a hair’s breadth away from finding her revenge, hell fire reigned from the skies knocking her off her feet. The battle for the gauntlet waged on being passed from Avenger to Avenger in hopes of getting it to some rickety van in the distance.

When all hope seemed to be lost, the gauntlet fixed around Thanos’s hand once again with an arrogant line about inevitability escaping his lips, their one and only chance arrived.

“Stark! Now!” a sound shouts commandingly before a woman encompassed in light crashes into the purple titan throwing him back. In the few moments after the order, Tony flew into action and disabled the gauntlet remotely allowing it to fall from Thanos’s hand and to wrap itself around the ready fist of Captain Marvel.

“Yeah, I don’t think so” she retorts with a head tilt and a cocky grin painted on her face. ‘Snap’ the battlefield is once again being covered in ash but it is Thanos’s army that is falling to dust with himself crumbling soon after. Being exposed to gamma radiation in space for years and receiving power from the space stone made her more resilient to the after effects of using the infinity stones. Painful as it was, she would recover.

Wanda on the other hand wasn’t sure she would recover herself. Not only had she lost Vision and her home, in what felt like a matter of fleeting moments, she lost the chance at avenging him by her own hands. ‘He’s gone, this will have to be good enough’ she finally relents to herself.

It was only after the battle had ended, when Bruce and Captain Marvel, she later learned, had been tended to that she found out the true price of her, and the half the universe’s return. Natasha Romanoff had given her life in exchange for the soul stone, she gave her life so the world could be set right.

The icy cold Black Widow had held her at arms-length after Wanda had entered the older woman’s mind at Ultron’s behest. At the battle of Sokovia Wanda tried to remedy her mistake and prove herself but lost her first home and the life of her brother, Pietro, instead. Clint quickly took it upon himself to care for the young witch and urged Natasha to give Wanda a chance. He believed she already paid a heavy price for her mistake, she doesn’t need to be punished anymore.

With many gruelling training sessions under the watchful eye of the Black Widow, a tentative bond slowly grew, one of mentorship and then eventually friendship. Natasha grew to care for Wanda like a younger sister, although she would never out rightly admit of her fondness to the other Avengers. Wanda learnt to appreciate that the harshness delivered in Natasha’s training had served to keep Wanda alive, to give her the tools to protect herself from their dangerous job.

She had lost another loved one, Natasha on a planet and in a time she couldn’t reach, she needed to get one of them back. She approached the only man she knew that would have the unending finances to find Vision’s body. Although she still doesn’t trust Tony Stark, his hubris being the reason for her parents’ death and then his pride being the reason she was locked away in the Raft like an animal, she believed that his intentions were only ever good, even if his methods were questionable at best. He swore on his daughter’s life, much to the surprise of Wanda only having learnt of Morgan, that he would find Vision for her. She will try to trust him once more.

The compound needed to be rebuilt and Stark needed to build another time machine so that the stones could be returned to their original time, cutting off the branches, at least that’s what was explained to her.

It took no time at all, considering Stark’s wealth and that the world was also eternally grateful for the return of their loved ones, for the Avengers compound to be rebuilt. Surprisingly, especially to Stark, she continued to stay at the cabin whilst the new time machine was being built. She couldn’t possibly go back to the compound with both her love and her sister being gone.

“Please bring her back, I can’t lose anyone else. I don’t know what I’d do” she pleads with her arms around the super soldier. She pulls back from their embrace, tears threatening to fall.

“I’ll bring her back Wanda, whatever it takes” Steve promises with finality and with a gentle squeeze of her hand, he steps into the portal.

Wanda stood there with bated breath, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around herself. She squeezes herself tightly as if holding back a terrible force and its impending explosion from within, should Steve fail. It isn’t until Bruce speaks that she tempts fate by opening her eyes, fixed on the platform once more.

“5…4…3…2…1. Ha! It worked!” he yelps, fisting the air with joy.

Wanda couldn’t believe the sight in front of her, Steve kept his word. Forest green eyes land on hazel green ones. She wasn’t too sure what happened, one moment she was standing and the next moment, she was crumpled on the floor sobbing. She finally let the tears free fall, allowing the anguish, loss and small reprieve to wash over her. ‘She came back, someone came back’ a mantra repeating itself in her mind begging to be believed.

With all the agility and grace attributed to the Widow, Natasha leapt out of Steve’s arms to engulf the younger woman in hers. As is always in the Avengers’ lives, the joy of a win is forever marred with sorrow at the cost of gaining it.

The compound having already been built, Wanda finally returned with Natasha by her side. The Avengers home was no longer filled with mirth as it once was, trauma, loss and exhaustion hangs heavy in the air. Clint had chosen to stay at the compound temporarily, with his family, to spend time with Wanda and Natasha. Tony and Rhodey chose to retire, Captain Marvel had long since returned to space but promised to visit when she was in the galaxy, Thor chose to leave the Avengers to join The Guardians in space and Vision was gone.

It was a week after Natasha’s return, a week at the compound that Wanda finally got the call she so desperately needed.

“Hey witchy, how are you liking the new digs?” Tony jokes. Wanda couldn’t help but roll her eyes as anger began bubbling beneath the surface.

“I am not in the mood for your jokes Stark” her thick Sokovian accent slipping past the cracks of her control.

Tony lets out a heavy sigh before responding. “OK kid, this isn’t a social call. I promised I’d find him but I don’t think you’re gonna like what I’m about to tell you” he tries carefully.

Her eyes are consumed with whirls of red while her hand holds the phone in a vice-like grip. “Where is he Stark?” she says through gritted teeth.

“I tried to get his body released to me this morning, but they refused. I could spend every dime I have and liquidate all my assets, they still won’t let him go claiming that he is government property since he signed the Accords.” frustration clear in his voice.

“I will get the best lawyers on the case but it will take time be…”

“Where” she interrupts with a bite in her tone.

“S.W.O.R.D”

After the events of meeting Hayward and seeing what he had done to Vision, Wanda knew she had two choices. She opted for the latter. She called Natasha as soon as she left S.W.O.R.D’s offices making her way back to her car.

“Wanda, what’s going on? You ran…” Before she could finish her questioning, she is interrupted by Wanda’s broken voice.

“S.W.O.R.D have Vision’s body and they wouldn’t let me take him home to bury him. They’re tearing him apart like an OBJECT! He gave his LIFE and they won’t even let what’s left of him find PEACE!” her anger is replaced by breaking sobs wracking through her body, ending her ability to speak any further.

“Come home now. Clint and I will fix it” She commands calmly and confidently.

Just as Wanda was the female assassin’s younger sister, she was also the archer’s daughter. No-one messes with the two deadly assassins’ family and escapes unscathed.

True to the Widow name, Natasha seduced and hacked her way into S.W.O.R.D’s data server and extracted details on questionable S.W.O.R.D activities including Hayward’s isolated server with files and data on his less than legal proclivities.

Clint, being true to his ethos, was crawling through S.W.O.R.D ventilation shafts, planting well placed audio and visual recording devices, courtesy of Stark himself.

With all the pieces at hand, Natasha only needed the perfect person for the execution. Her love for Wanda saw her doing the unimaginable for the first time. She asked for help.

“Maria, I need you to do something for me. I need you to get Vision’s body from S.W.O.R.D. Clint and I have all the data you’ll need to make it happen” her steady voice not betraying the pounding in her heart.

“Why would I get on S.W.O.R.D’S radar exactly?” Maria responds emotionlessly. She would have done it without question of course, but she can’t let Natasha know that. After all, she has a reputation to maintain.

“Because I will owe you a favour” Natasha retorts through clenched teeth. A pregnant pause fills the air before Maria responds.

“Send me everything you have and give me 48 hours” without another word, Maria ends the call and Natasha releases a breath she wasn’t aware she was holding.

Maria, always a woman of her word, saw to it that 48 hours later Vision’s body was being returned to Wanda at the compound under S.H.I.E.L.D escort. Wanda may not have given her lover the death that he asked of her nor the vengeance that he was owed, but she could give him the burial that he deserved and the farewell she needed.

All the Avengers, including Rhodey, Tony and Thor, returned one last time to pay their respects, to honour their fallen ally and friend. Wanda laid to rest the love of her life and yet another piece of her heart.

“You know, you still aren’t as quiet as Nat” he teases taking a seat on the step beside her. “Penny for your thoughts?” he gently prods.

“Thinking about him” Wanda whispers, still unable to say Vision’s name since the funeral. “Thinking about what you, Nat and even Tony have done for me since”

He turns to look at the young woman and sees not only pain in her eyes, but a steady determination that wasn’t there before. He keeps quiet, allowing her to gather her thoughts without interruption.

“I think…no, I know I’m ready to go home Clint” she says with growing confidence. She finally turns to face the archer. She sees time, suffering and loss etched on his aging face but those are all muted by the brightness in his blue-grey eyes full of love and pride.

Wanda has survived the loss of her parents, her brother, her first home and her lover. She’s tired of surviving and she is finally ready to go home to start living.

“I’ll tell Nat so she can get a jet ready and prepared for you” and with that, they spend the last few moments together, sitting in silence and basking in the warm glow of the sunrise full of hope and gentle promises.

Chapter Four

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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BUTT-DIAL? NO, BOOTY CALL | tony stark

explicit, 5,4k words. wrong number text, family shame & wedding drama that isn't even his and a ruined first date. despite the implications of the situation, both reader and tony are very entertained. meet-ugly series, part three.

[no y/n, no "you", no name, no reader description - race/age/body type neutral, she/her pronouns]

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Another sunny day spent wasted in a conference room full of boring, old, conceited chairmen. Tony Stark vehemently refused to commiserate with them, their boring speeches and blunt, straightforward thinking. Sitting through a meeting was like walking on nails barefoot: painful, pointless. Mind-numbing.

His phone beeped loudly and he reached into his pocket, pretending to not see Pepper's disapproving look. Both of them knew he was hoping for a sudden Assemble call - that would surely get him out of the meeting - but as much as he hoped, they never struck at the right time.

Except, this time it wasn't a call for assistance, and neither it was an automated spam message with Pizza Hut promo codes. Tony's eyebrows drew close and his lips upturned as he read and re-read the obvious rant written on his screen, typing up his answer before he managed to resist the morbid curiosity that was fueled by his boredom.

Whoever it was, they were justifiably angry and the whole situation was almost too comical to be true, except he'd known people exactly like the runaway bride, selfish, greedy and stupid. He totally understood the woman's desire to just go and load up on tequila shots somewhere - so he bid her a haste farewell, all the while snickering to himself.

"It's Rogers," Tony offered in the way of explanation to a glaring Pepper, locking his phone away and settling in to continue pretending he was listening as another old, crusty white man offered his input on topics he was too much of a dinosaur to even really know about.

He couldn't stop thinking about the incident over the days, the story making him snort more times than he could count as the memory randomly crossed his mind in the lab, at the coffee pot or during dinner. So when a message came through from that very same number, the smirk snuck up onto his face before he even read its contents.

A brief crash course in memes from Parker had turned out to be more useful than ever. Irritating Rogers with pictures got old very fast, however, in moments Tony got rendered speechless they proved to be the perfect substitute for trying to articulate all his thoughts on the matter.

Celebrity appearance, she said? More likely than one would think. The engineer had nearly doubled over in a fit of laughter when she'd texted him that; obviously, the woman had no clue who she was texting with and he decided to further indulge in his curiosity by asking for her name: Friday did the rest.

A phone number and a name, ten minutes, and all her social media were free for him to stalk. Investigate- uh, observe. With little effort, Tony found both her and her brother, the unlucky groom, and the runaway bride and even her step-dad. On paper, they all looked like average middle-class families. Nothing seemed amiss.

It didn't mean anything, but Tony caught himself thinking about the woman. Perhaps it might have been the mischievous gleem in her eyes that was easily spotted in every picture or perhaps the raunchy sense of humour not much different from his own. Pretty, witty and smart - what's there not to like?

"So that's why you've been going around, smiling like a middle-schooler with a crush," Natasha's voice whisper-shouted in Tony's ear as the spy discreetly peered over his shoulder into his phone. He had the chat pulled up, debating on starting a casual conversation-

"Jesus Christ, Romanoff, somebody needs to put a bell on you," Tony snapped, startled, pressing the button to lock his phone immediately.

"Uhuh," The redhead replied, side-eyeing a snickering Barnes. "Who is she?"

Tony rubbed his face, feeling the beginnings of a blush starting to creep in. He felt like he was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to and the rest of the team acting like children wasn't helping the matter. "I got a butt-dial text about some wedding drama. Some chick's brother's fiance was fucking her own stepdad and ditched the wedding for her old man."

Stunned silence settled briefly into the room as Romanoff's eyes widened and Barnes choked on his orange juice. Serves him right, Tony thought, and continued his coffee-making process in quiet irritation.

"Wait, wait, hold on," Wilson half-laughed half-yelled. "You gotta spill the tea, man, this sounds too good to be true. Stories like that just don't fall into your hands."

With a sigh, he recounted the woman's story and read the texts aloud, silencing his snickering enough to be able to keep a straight face - but not for long, Rogers decided it was the time for another one of his Captain America Is Disappointed In You speeches and Tony himself couldn't even disagree.

Now that he thought about it, he came off as a kind of asshole. She and her family was going through something traumatic and he went and treated it like free entertainment. Which, to be fair, it was, but she didn't deserve to be treated like a circus clown. She actually seemed like a good sister and friend.

"Just text her," Natasha rolled her eyes at him, grabbing the coffee pot out of his frozen hand. "You're not Steve, you can keep a decent conversation via text."

Being compared to Steve and his pre-historic messaging habits really did a number on Tony's ego; the eyeroll he gave Romanoff was truly out of this world, all but teleporting him to his lab where he tried to find a way to approach the woman without coming off as incredibly creepy, as if the fact that he'd stalked her on social media didn't already put him firmly into the weirdo category.

Most likely, Tony would have spent many many days on overthinking before just grabbing one of his suits to make a truly impressive landing on her small balcony downtown; thankfully, fate had intervened and saved him from making another epic mistake. He'd made a note to ask Thor about it sometime, settling down with his tablet and popcorn bowl to watch TV on the team's movie night.

Or, more precisely, Tony settled in to watch the drama unfold as the various members of the team fought tooth and nail for the film that they wanted to watch. He never cared about it much, dozing off halfway through most of them - his teammates had the worst taste in movies - so he didn't bother joining the scuffle except when it was Peter's turn to pick. For obvious reasons.

"If you can't decide I'm gonna have someone else pick a movie," Natasha rolled her eyes, equally fed up with fully grown adults acting like spoiled toddlers.

With a stutter of his breath, Tony's hand reached for his phone as he had an Idea.

Seconds tickled as the "typing..." bubble appeared and disappeared multiple times. She must think he's just a thirsty frat boy; Tony's brow furrowed, but the curiosity was far too strong in him. Something about her vibe, her feisty nature captivated him and kept him thinking about her.

The agreement came as a surprise. In the two minutes the woman had spent thinking up her answer, Tony prepared himself to be rebuffed gently, or, worst case, be called a creep. But no - she agreed, but not before vehemently insisting that if he would end up being a creepy serial killer, she would haunt his ass for the remainder of his life.

Friday couldn't come soon enough. Tony spent most of the day loitering between his lab and the penthouse, glancing at his phone every now and then to make sure she wouldn't cancel on him last minute. The engineer wanted to see the witty, no-filter-having woman in the flesh.

And see her, he did. He'd pulled up in front of the hole-in-the wall Ramen&Bar place Clint had been raving about weeks prior - contrary to popular belief, Tony was perfectly fine with going to places that didn't have Michelin stars - and leaned against the door of his Audi R8, eyes immediately taking note of the figure calmly walking down the street, head tilted down where she was typing up a reply to him.

Tony smirked as she lifted her face up to see him, mouth immediately falling open. The shock was obvious; it lasted mere seconds until her shoulders dropped and she sighed almost... In disappointment. He frowned.

"I jinxed it, didn't I? Here's my celebrity appearance," The laugh was a little nervous and quite sardonic. "Hi, Tony, nice to finally see you."

He smiled, unsure, quipping back easily. "Let's face it, I'm not the worst famous Tony out there." Opening the door of the building for the woman, she stepped in eagerly enough, eyes immediately falling on the bartender and the few dimly lit tables in the back.

"Not by any means," She turned towards him, walking backwards. Tony met her stare; it was just like he'd imagined it to be, curious, mischievous and a little daring. She didn't even attempt to play subtle, raking over him from head to toe. "Not at all, I think," She gave another teasing smile, finally turning around, addressing the bartender and rattling off her order without as much as looking at the menu.

Tony couldn't stop staring. He was aware it was creepy, she was aware of his clever brown eyes barely paying attention to their surroundings or the beer or the food. The woman just quirked an eyebrow every time she caught him. His curiosity couldn't wait any more. "Why aren't you freaking out?" He blurted out, cursing himself out almost immediately after the words left his mouth.

"My almost-sister-in-law was fucking her own stepdad," The woman deadpanned. "I ran out of fucks to give, sorry." She thoughtfully chewed her food, briefly looking to the side. "Not to sound like an asshole, but don't you have enough people fawning over you? Doesn't it get old?"

Tony nodded, choosing to stay silent on the matter besides offering an amicable, "That's valid."

The mischief lit up again in her eyes. "You look taller on TV," She snorted, immediately falling into a fit of laughter at his face full of outrage. He sputtered, muttering something about audacity of some people, which made her only laugh harder. "Here's a pro tip from my 4'11 bestie: when someone calls you short, you snarl at them and say you're fun-sized. She swears by it," The woman remarked conversationally, grinning a two hundred watt smile.

Tony was glad at least someone was enjoying their little... Date. "And you know all about fun, don't you?" He aimed for grumpy; it came out as teasing. His famous smirk made a return appearance as he watched her throat bob.

The atmosphere between them had changed at some point; the same old routine of teasing and dancing around each other, but this time, Tony all but purred in satisfaction, finally meeting someone who was an even match to his wit and charm.

"I do," She replied with that cocky confidence, her devil eyes lighting up, lingering on his face. "Got a problem with that?"

The plate was pushed away, napkin falling into the food carelessly as he gestured for the waiter to bring the check. "As a scientist, I cannot confirm whether a theory is true until I have direct evidence," The bullshit flowed easily from his mouth, but the woman appeared to be amused by it - for a change. "M'fraid I'm gonna need that evidence," His fingers drummed on the table, impatiently, inches away from her hand.

"Of course, Mr. Stark," Her voice dropped, she was fully aware of what she was doing by calling him that. That, and those deep, magnetic eyes made Tony's trousers feel a little too tight for comfort.

His phone rang loudly, dissipating the atmosphere they had created with a shrill noise. Captain Cockblock struck again.

Fumbling fingers, Tony tapped the green icon, shooting an apologetic look to the woman. "Rogers, there better be another alien invasion or I'm revoking your phone privileges," The woman chortled, taking a sip of her beer, trying hard not to seem like she was listening in and failing spectacularly at it. "Today, out of all days? Can't Strange fill in for me?" The engineer palmed his face, running a hand through his neatly done-up hair. It would be covered in soot and sweat in an hour anyways. "Fine, I'll be there in twenty minutes. Romanoff better be hauling Barton's lazy ass out of Bed-Stuy." With a frown, Tony poked the red icon and stuffed the phone back in his pocket, looking for all and all, like an angry adolescent.

The woman, however, didn't indicate any signs of displeasure. Her hand timidly reached out for his, giving it a brief squeeze. "Go, save the world, Mr. Stark," Her smile was sympathetic. They both stood up at the same time, Tony watching her incredulously as the woman untied a scrap of red fabric from around her neck and placed it around his wrist, tying the fabric with a loose but, frankly, pretty knot. "I like that bandanna, would be a shame if you didn't return it," She explained, shrugging her shoulders.

Tony snorted, fondly rolling his eyes, before beelining for the door, activating his Iron Man suit on the way out. Turning around before take off, he noticed her throw a couple of crumpled bills to the server who was too busy ogling him.

He forgot to pay for dinner, Tony realized as he made his way to the other part of the city. Well, fuck, he would definitely have to see her again.

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An alien invasion during her first good date in ages - scribble, scribble, sigh. She couldn't do much more than that - just as she thought her string of bad luck had ended, the world turned around and flipped her a juicy bird, all but laughing straight in her face. Like that already wasn't enough, oh no, she groused as she spied the debris and random abandoned cars on her way home - it looked like some portion of the battle had been close to her home and only the sheer mental exhaustion that resulted from her life being turned upside down during the last month prevented her from having a full-on freak-out in the middle of the eerily quiet street.

Truly, the fucks she had to give had been expired.

The gloomy mood was interrupted by a cry - for help or of outrage, she didn't know, but the kindness in her, the very values she'd been raised with didn't allow her just to walk by, and with another resigned sigh, she tucked the nice blouse she'd put on for the date under her warm sweater and set off in the direction of the sound, finding the culprit in little under a couple of minutes.

Freeing the trapped civilian wasn't easy but, thankfully, neither it required super-strength or any kind of heavy machinery. The man thanked her and with him in tow, both of them set off to inspect nearby nooks and crannies. Logic won that day - if there's was one person, there could be more.

Hours later, sweaty, sore and bruised, the woman greedily chugged the water bottle someone had passed onto her as the amount of medics and firefighters had finally reached the threshold of when her help wasn't needed anymore. While her date and his colleagues fought whatever nasty that thought NYC was a sandbox battleground for their amusement, the woman found herself helping out with retrieval & evacuation of the civilians that didn't make it out of the neighborhood before the heat of the fight reached it. There were no deaths registered as of then and deep inside, she felt proud, knowing that she had contributed to the statistic at least a little.

Her phone was dying, her body was covered in dirt and scratches from head to toe and the bruises were beginning to ache. Tony's worry-worting was cute but the tiredness overcame her, making her brain sluggish and her demeanor short, so she hastily pocketed the phone, trailing over to the closest man in uniform she could spot.

"Sir?" She addressed him, eyeing the unfamiliar logo on his jacket. "Can I go, please?" She pointed to the yellow tape surrounding the makeshift medical station.

"I'm going to have to see your ID first," He replied apologetically, tapping away on his tablet.

With a sigh, she dug through her purse, giving it to him and using the brief moment of respite to smooth back her hair and dust off her clothing. There was a cloud of concrete and dirt surrounding her.

"I'm afraid I can't let you go just yet, Mr. Stark left strict instructions for you to be picked up by him personally," The agent gave the ID back with a suspicious glint in his eye.

"Oh c'mon," The annoyed whine escaped her lips before she registered it. "It was our first date," She offered to the puzzled agent, only succeeding in making him lean back and inspect her with a raised eyebrow. "Bye," She replied none too kindly, walking off to find a place to sit down.

The time passed in a strange way. The aches and pains and exhaustion made it stop, and if someone would have asked her, she wouldn't know how much of it has passed until her eyes reluctantly cracked open at the sound of a familiar voice, coming to see a pair of expensive shoes covered in dust. At least she wasn't the only one that looked like she'd taken a roll through someone's gritty attic.

"Morning, you Tasmanian Devil," Tony sounded jovial, all things considered.

"Hello to you too, Tin Can," The woman greeted him on par, without missing a beat.

"Now, now," He offered her his hand, which she took gratefully, before pulling her to her feet. "I come with peace offerings. Your building is under quarantine and I've got a perfectly good bed and a shower with thirty settings on it at my place. Whatcha say?"

She only pretended to think about it. Her reply was haste. "I don't make a habit of going into strange dudes' towers but I'll make an exception this once." A shower and a bed sounded heavenly.

Finally getting the chance to look at him, Tony appeared to be unhurt but equally exhausted and dirty. A few scrapes on his face and arms, he was missing his blazer, and had a weary tone to his face. Some parts of his Iron Suit were still on him - like the chest plate - but besides that, he was whole. The red of the bandanna she gave him was equally dirty but still neatly tied around his wrist, just like she left it.

"How's your relationship with heights?" He asked her and all she could do was blink, watching curiously as his body was enveloped by the red and gold, crawling over his skin like a swarm of shiny termites. That was all the warning she got before the metal arms - quite literally - sweeped her off her feet. "Faster this way," She could hear the nonchalant shrug in the metallic voice coming from the helmet. "Now hold on."

Awe and fear culminated inside the woman but the weariness had long since surpassed comfortable levels and all she did was give a weak nod and close her eyes as Tony lifted off, gusts of wind making her skin break out in goosebumps and her hair stand up wildly on her head. During the short trip her eyes fluttered open only once just to close back up immediately - all she saw were clouds, white and fluffy, like marshmallows, and the shining beacons of NYC skyscrapers somewhere far away.

The paralyzing anxiety fully dissipated only when her feet found purchase on the tiled floors, Tony's arms never ceasing to support her swaying frame until the breaths she took were her own and not the result of her fluttering heart and muted panic. "You with me, Wonder Woman?"

"Yes, Weird Science," She mumbled. "Thanks for the heads up," The annoyance had to find a way out and that it did.

"You're welcome," The cocky smirk returned to Tony's face as his suit receded, leaving him barefoot, dirty jeans and a torn tee. He stretched with a sweet groan, gesturing towards the door. "Friday will direct you towards the showers. Feel free to grab a t-shirt from the closet."

The woman nodded, too awestruck by the man and his hospitality, eyes darting all over the tastefully decorated room, the expensive knick-knacks scattered everywhere, the absolutely enormous sloppily made bed. Tony Stark liked to live luxuriously - even the shower was a state of the art technological wonder.

Dirty pants and dusty blouse went flying somewhere in the back of the bathroom as the woman stood up on her tippy toes, reaching for the sky, stretching her sore muscles. The glass wall of the shower had began to fog up from the hot water. The knock went barely noticed by the woman who jumped as Tony's voice startled her out of her daydream.

"Forgot I ran out of towels here..." He trailed off, voice dropping as he spotted her only in her underwear. She turned, responding with a lopsided grin, spying the stack of fluffy grey in his arms, the arc reactor in the middle of his bare chest. He smirked, "Damn. Can I join you?" Giving her what only could be described as a respectful once-over.

Tired as she was, her sense of humour and wit didn't go down for a much needed nap just yet. "I don't know, you tell me. Can you?" Turning back around, the woman made a short show of unclasping her bra and tossing it in the general vicinity of her dirty clothing pile. She'd worn a cute matching set of undies that day and the fact didn't go over Tony's head, she was sure.

The door clicked shut just as she raised her face to the stream of water, feeling calmer with each second, muscles relaxing themselves as the hot stream washed away the dirt and the dust off her body.

"And I thought this evening was ruined," Tony's voice insinuated from behind her. A hand reached for the soap, his body heat scorching compared to the steaming water. He stayed just a few inches away, enough to feel him, enough for her body to respond and crave more. "It's nice to be wrong for a change. Refreshing."

The woman hummed, reaching up to run her fingers through her wet, knotted hair. "First decent evening in ages. I wasn't gonna let some uninvited Predator knock-offs ruin it for me," She was more than a little peeved at the space invaders interrupting her nice date. Tony was a great conversationalist, it was easy to talk to him and he had a brilliant sense of humour. Not to mention the obvious, he was easy on the eyes.

"That's the spirit," The voice was closer now, almost in her ear. Even though her eyes were closed, the woman was aware he was reaching for something, letting him butt her hands out of the way to lather her hair, scrubbing at her scalp meticulously, until the sounds that left her mouth bordered on embarrassing. Once that was done, Tony moved onto her body, running his hands over her back, the outside of her hips. "M'not stepping over, am I?" He asked quietly, touch faltering every time he brushed over a scrape or a bruise.

"No, you're doing great, Tony," It wasn't exactly conventional - sharing a very intimate shower after an interrupted first date, but then again, nothing about this man was conventional and her life had already been turned upside down no less than twice recently. The woman didn't lie, the gentle, caring touch felt soothing.

Arching her back, she lifted her arms to repay him with the same, raking her fingers through his hair, leaning into the shudder that ran throughout his body. It was nice to bask in whatever they had going on, so the motion to face him was almost reluctant. Water droplets stuck to his eyelashes and his eyes were tired but not in a way that suggested he'd kick her out first chance.

Their kiss was sweet, slow, like they already were familiar with each other in a special way. The woman tugged on his lip with her teeth - such was her character - and he pressed closer to her, raising a hand to hold the side of her face. In muted curiosity, she couldn't help but wonder if there ever had been someone that waited for him once his battles were over.

Tony's eyelashes, the very same that had no business being this long on a man, fluttered against her cheek as they stood under the shower, letting water wash away the day.

"I've always wanted to kiss in the rain, like they do in the movies. This is the closest I've gotten," She whispered, gently kneading the arch of his shoulders. "Feels better than it looks, to be honest."

Tony snorted, reaching for the knob to turn it off. "Cheesy," He teased her, wrapping a warm, fluffy towel around her body. Both people made quick work of drying themselves, exiting the fogged up bathroom, making way into the bedroom, padding soft on the carpet and falling down on the bed carelessly.

"I'm the queen of cheesy one-liners," The woman raised her eyebrows, scooting under the sheets next to Tony who opened his arms wide, a smirk on his face. She didn't give him the chance to reply, slotting her lips over his instead and groaning as their heated bodies once again rested against each other.

She ran her hands over Tony's defined pecs, glossing over the arc reactor, raked nails over his tummy, eating up the sighs leaving his mouth at the gesture. He was a beautiful man, she wasn't going to lie to herself. The warmth that settled low in her belly grew, spreading throughout her limbs and temporarily overshadowing the exhaustion.

The engineer, too, was quite excited - his erection poked her hip - and content to be steered to her wishes by the hand in his hair. Groans and sighs left his moist, parted lips as his eagerness bled into his hands, grip firm and steady on the panting woman's hips.

Adrenaline did something to her body, caused it to ache sweetly, a hunger to be satisfied only by a lover's touch. And touch she did; her mouth tasted him, alternating sucking gentle marks onto his throat and nibbling on the skin stretched thinly over his collarbones. Tony's sighs grew in depth and volume with every silent action of worship.

No inch of his body was left untouched, the woman was an all-hands-on-deck kind of lover, happily making her way down until soft lips wrapped around the crown of his cock, making his hips arch into it, hands fisted in the soft white sheets. "You devil," Tony gasped out, limbs turning to jelly, watching the woman all but devour his cock.

She popped off minutely, a trail of sticky saliva running down her chin, sticking to his glistening cock. "The power of Christ compels me?" With a smirk, her tongue trailed from his balls to the very tip, paying extra attention to the frenulum, making Tony shudder and gasp out an embarrassed laugh.

"Uh-uh," Stripped of his usual snark, he was but a man at her mercy.

"It's not very compelling," The predatory stretch of her lips widened as she took mercy on him, giving his cock a few slow tugs with her hand. Her mouth, her hand and his cock were dripping. "Gonna let me do all the legwork, Mr. Stark?" She sat up straighter, inadvertently drawing his eyes to the apex of her thighs where the woman's sex glistened in the dim light, lips swollen and inviting.

It sounded like she was mocking him, teasing him, egging him into a lustful frenzy none of them had the energy for but craved anyway. Tony Stark wasn't the one to back down from a fair challenge so he relented, flipping them over with ease, landing between her spread legs, eyes drawn to the momentary bounce of her breasts. Tony wasted no time in suckling a hard nipple into his mouth, humming in response to her choked-off moan of surprise.

"Tony," Her body arched into his touch, tender skin hot under the callouses on his fingertips.

"Yes, demon, dear?" A lopsided grin and laughter in his eyes preceded the wet stripe Tony licked down to her navel. "Wasn't there something about not telling demons your name? Guess you have power over me now," He trailed off cheekily, soft breaths puffing over her mound.

The woman bit her lip, peering down to rake a hand through Tony's hair, snagging a fistful to gently steer him towards her pussy. Tony's smile was one of satisfaction as he obediently followed her silent order, nosing along the line of her cunt, dipping his tongue to run slow, sloppy lines through the soaked folds.

"Fuck," She mumbled, spreading her legs without shame. "Yeah, right there," Her fingers turned white at the agility of Tony's tongue on her clit. He was swift and relentless in pursuit of the spots that made her moan and clench around nothing. The moisture of her sex soaked his goatee but he couldn't care less.

He growled when she attempted to withdraw, wrapping his muscular arms around her thighs to keep her still for his pleasure, wringing noises that increased in volume with every stroke of his tongue on her sex.

"Tony- please, Tony, I'm gonna-" The warning was brief; her back arched as a broken moan found its way past her moist, parted lips, her pussy spasmed, dripping all over his face and the sheets.

The engineer hid his smile against her thigh, discreetly wiping the obscene amounts of moisture she produced. It wasn't very long until her hands, slightly shaky, were tugging him upwards to meet his face in a rushed, graceless kiss. There was an equal lack of finesse in the glide of his erection along her sex.

"Okay?" He mumbled into her ear, lining himself up with her fluttering cunt.

"Please," She gasped, her hands pushing his hips onto her, eagerly lifting up to accept the sweet intrusion.

There was a quiet stutter in both of their breathing, hearts thudding against their ribs as he finally bottomed out, the thickness of him nestled snugly inside the rippling muscle. The pace he started out was agonizingly slow and inexplicably sweet, neither of them wanting to end their coupling prematurely but not being able to hold back the need that consumed them both.

"Fuck, you're so good to me," Tony's mumbling was overshadowed by the slick sounds coming from the place they were joined. "Gonna fill up this pretty pussy."

The woman keened at the idea, digging her nails into his ass, pulling him further into her.

"You'd like that?" He picked up the pace, blunt tip of his cock catching up with the tail end of her previous orgasm and re-lighting the fire in her belly anew.

"Yeah, Tony, please," No trace of the previous coyness in her voice, the woman was more than ready to beg, murder and steal to feel the man come undone in her arms.

It didn't take long, not with the adrenaline making their blood sing and the chemistry they shared. The brutal pace of Tony's hips quickly grew sloppy and erratic, the tightening of her inner muscles egging him on. He chased his release with deep, powerful thrusts that had the bedsheets rustle pitifully and beads of clear swear drip down his forehead.

As soon as her body arched once more, Tony let go of his control, slotting himself deeply into her spasming heat, cock throbbing as he painted her insides white with his seed, groaning incomprehensible compliments and profanities through his teeth. Chest heaving, the engineer couldn't do much more but let himself carefully fall onto her chest, aftershocks making him twitch when the woman began running a gentle hand through his hair.

"We're doing this again," He decided, still breathless but already a step ahead. She laughed.

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#bun writes #tony stark smut #tony stark fluff #tony stark x reader #tony stark x you #tony stark x y/n

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themculibrary · 2 years

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Ok so weirdly specific ask but do you know when in 2012 the avengers had just come out and the fandom thought that they’d all live in the tower as one big domestic family and all was good and that’s what like all the fics were about for a sec could you maybe find some of those please? If not just pre infinity war irondad fluff (I just need some feel good stuff lol)

Avengers Tower

Breaking News (ao3) - astolat steve/sam E, 10k

Summary: “I’ve sent you keys,” Tony said. “I’ve emailed, I’ve texted, I’ve called. Pepper called. There is an entire floor of Stark Tower waiting for you to move in. And instead here you are living in a two-bedroom shack out in the open with your — extremely hot, by the way, nice job there — boyfriend. The paparazzi are going to eat you alive, Rogers.”

In Deep Water (ao3) - itsallAvengers steve/tony T, 11k

Summary: The Avengers want a pool. Tony can arrange that for them. He can. The thought doesn't fill him with horrible, daunting dread and crippling fear. Not at all.

(Or maybe denial does more harm than good)

Some Things Shouldn’t Be a Chore (ao3) - scifigrl47 steve/tony, clint/phil T, 22k

Summary: Steve takes things like personal responsibility and respect seriously. Tony's got people he pays to take care of that kind of thing, and anyway, he's pretty sure that he's going to die of some exotic disease in his workshop, because Dummy's still a little spotty about what is 'clean' enough to put on an open wound. The rest of the Avengers are in this for personal gain, except for Clint, he just enjoys being a dick.

And some things shouldn't be a chore.

The Home Invasion (ao3) - Blue_Glass harley/peter N/R, 13k

Summary: Peter Stark, more commonly known as Peter Parker, just missed out on the secret Academic Decathlon field trip because he had miscounted his days absent from school. Well at least he gets to stay home for the day right? What happens next is purely coincidence, but really Peter should have expected this to happen.

To Be Modified as Necessary (ao3) - ignipes steve/bucky, jane/thor, clint/natasha, bucky/natasha T, 5k

Summary: They only need ten rules to ensure (relatively) peaceful cohabitation.

Pre Infinity War Irondad

A Little Hiccup (ao3) - Crazysnakelover pepper/tony T, 101k

Summary: While Peter was out patrolling as Spiderman, an incident occurs and something happens to him. Now he has to go to Tony for help, and their relationship will never be the same.

Breaking the Rules (ao3) - edibna N/R, 4k

Summary: Everyone who works at Stark Industries knows the rules to dealing with Tony Stark himself, and most hope to never meet him in person, unless they accedentally break those rules. College interns are on an even thinner ice. They can't mess anything up if they ever meet Mr. Stark, or else their internship is over.

So, why does Peter Parker keep breaking all of the rules, and why does Mr. Stark never seem mad?

Bring it Home (ao3) - duskblue G, 7k

Summary: It’s time for the Avenger’s Compound field trip for Peter and his Academic Decathlon team. Flash already knows that Peter knows Mr Stark, but does he believe him about the Stark Internship? How can Peter keep Flash at bay AND manage to stay under the radar at the compound? Is that even possible??

Scraped Knees Protocol (ao3) - ssssssssssssssssssspiderboi G, 9k

Summary: “Hey, hey, hey!” Peter yelped, barely avoiding the machines. “Watch it! You could really hurt someo--” The wind was then knocked out of him by one of the four arms, sending the Spider-Man flying face-first against the opposite wall. Peter hadn’t had enough time to react to his spidey-sense that attempted to warn him of the oncoming danger, but he had managed to stick his hands out to try and protect his face. It turned out to be a fruitless effort, because not only did Peter still hit his face on a brick that jutted out-- more specifically, his right eye and the area around it-- but his wrist made a sickening snap sound upon impact.

Peter groaned and moaned as he fell off and onto the ground below, almost seeming the bounce a little as he hit. “Ow…” He knew he should be getting up and trying to web up the doctor, but god, did everything ache.

You caught me at just the right time (until you couldn't) (ao3) - 14million_constellations N/R, 19k

Summary: “I thought Spider-Man didn’t get sick,” Tony said, smiling.

“And I thought Tony Stark didn’t care,” Peter says, now not only looking like death but sounding like it, and Tony frowned. Peter noticed. “Sorry. You do care. I know you do.

--or--

The 5 times Tony realized Peter was sick, and the 1 time it was almost too late.

- Tori

#answered #anonymous #the avengers #avengers tower #pre infinity war #irondad #peter parker #tony stark

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hela-avenger · 4 years

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To the Stars Who Listen- Part 4

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1863

Summary: When Loki desires to never fall in love, he casts a spell to prevent such a thing from happening. Except, well, in the matters of love and magic, you never know the result it may have in the end. Loki x Reader

A/N: Since I am surprisingly very ahead in my writing schedule I will be updating Tuesday and Thursdays for the rest of the month! I hope you enjoy this part! Tags are open! (Send me an ask/message/response.)

TTSWL Masterlist

“How do you have your powers?” you ask the moment you find Loki walking the hallways. He makes a sharp turn but you manage to keep up with him. “I thought the ankle monitor was supposed to prevent you from using them so how did you use them yesterday?”

Loki’s pace quickens and you huff in annoyance. His long legs allowed long strides which left you at a disadvantage. You made up for the increasing distance by practically jogging to remain by his side.

“Come on tell me.”

You grab a hold of his wrist forcing Loki to look at you. Something ignites within you as you stared into his eyes. You could feel the answer to your question at the tip of your tongue. It was brushing against your mind in a teasing manner.

Loki takes immediate notice of the manic glint in your eyes and is quick to tear himself away from your trance.

“Stop that,” he snaps. “Do you have any idea of what you’re doing?”

That seems to really break you as you shake your head from the haze it was pulled into. You frown and take a step back.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean to…”

You stumble back from him blind to the mail cart that was coming your way. Loki barely manages to see it when it hits you right on your hip sending you crashing down to the ground.

“Y/N!”

The distracted intern is quick to pull their headphones out muttering a string of apologies. You don’t pay them any mind as you felt an intensity start to grow throughout your body.

“I’m so sorry Agent Y/N. I didn’t see you cause I was strolling Instagram on my phone because this job gets so boring sometimes. I am really sorry though! I really need the money so please, please, please don’t report me to…”

The intern helps you up and you find yourself lured by the confessions that are falling from their lips.

“Keep going,” you tell them. “Tell me everything.”

“Not another word,” Loki exclaims at the intern before pulling you away. “Now go!”

Loki then turns to you.

“Stop and gain control of yourself.”

“I want to hear the truth and you have eagerly taken their place.”

You pull all that power inside you and haul it into your hands. You take up the lapels of his suit and slam him into the nearby wall.

“Speak the truth.”

Loki is rightfully surprised by the sudden strength you displayed at the moment.

“Your powers have certainly grown since last night.”

The words manage to stir you but not enough to gain full control.

“Why am I-” you scowl as you notice the position you’re in. You feel like your brain is made of cotton as you tried to make sense of the last few minutes. “Ugh, I can feel it everywhere. It’s pulsing through my mind pulling me deeper inside.”

Loki can feel your hands shake but they did not release him.

“Nat told me everything. You promised to train me. You promised to teach me control because if I didn’t… I could die.”

You look up pleading at him for help.

“Please, do something,” you whisper. “I can feel it burning.”

Loki takes a hold of your wrists not needing to pull on his seidr to look for yours. It was pulsing lively right at the tips of your fingers.

“You want to know how I unlocked your handcuffs with a snap of my fingers?” Loki asks. “You want to know how I got an ounce of my power back?”

Eager to know the truth, you nod.

“Like this.”

You watch as his hands begin to feel warm on your skin.

“I’m siphoning a bit of your power to myself,” Loki explains. “I can’t take much because of the monitor, but it is enough to be able to do trivial things like unlock doors and handcuffs.”

He releases you but you can still feel it pulsing through your veins.

“It’s still too much.”

No confession of any kind could sate the power within you. The power had grown enough to desire a physical outlet.

“Hit me,” Loki offers.

“What?” you exclaim in surprise.

“Hit me.”

Your hands are now itching for the violence but Loki didn’t deserve it. Even if he was asking for it.

“I am the God of Lies,” Loki continues. “They call me Silvertongue for the way I can spin stories that will make you even doubt the truth you just told. I am everything you despise. So… hit me.”

The burning in your veins intensifies and you are quick to release him just so you could slam your hands to the wall beside him. Loki is trapped between you and the wall but he’s well aware of the damage you’ve inflicted.

The wall cracks and splinters reaching the ceiling which then causes some flakes of plaster to snow down onto you both.

You feel light.

You can breathe freely now and your thoughts are clear and concise.

Loki watches as you return to yourself. The power quickly retreating after having its needs met. You look defeated as you warily look up at him.

“I’m really dangerous, aren’t I?”

Loki simply pulls your hands away from the wall holding them in his own.

“You were always dangerous,” Loki states. “We all are.”

“But I could really hurt someone now,” you argue. “Just look at the wall!”

Loki doesn’t need to because he felt the strong pulse himself.

“I thought we had a few more days but your powers have grown exponentially since I last saw you. For that misconception, I apologize.”

“So what do we do now?”

The answer to your questions comes from an unexpected source.

“Stark will like to see you both in the conference room.”

Tony, Steve, and Thor are the ones waiting for you in the conference room. They all shared a grim expression which did nothing to ease your nerves. You look up at the screen that Tony has up that displayed the image of you, Loki, and the cracked wall.

Loki casually takes a seat at the table but you can’t bother to do the same.

“So you know.”

“FRIDAY made me aware of the situation,” Tony states as he waves the screen away. “You lost control.”

“Yeah, well I’ll pay for the damages,” you answer. “And I should probably apologize to the intern…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Tony interrupts. “I’ll handle everything.”

Tony looks over at Steve and nods for him to jump in.

“We’ve all discussed it and thought it would be best for you to be relocated to the uptown Avengers Facility. You’ll be safe and have ample space to practice and gain control of your powers.”

“I’ll also be away from everyone,” you point out.

“For your safety,” Steve reassures.

“And for theirs,” you state with a heavy sigh. “Ok, that’s… that’s a smart decision.”

Loki rolls his eyes at your submissiveness. He raises his hand to warrant their attention which he’s quick to receive.

“What does that mean for me?” he asks. “I am meant to train her.”

“We know,” Thor steps in. “And it has been decided that you will be moved alongside with Y/N to continue her training. You will be restrained with the same rules but you will be free to move anywhere around the property there. I think you will enjoy it, brother.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Loki mutters as he leans back in his chair. “When do we leave?”

“Tonight,” Steve answers.

“And just before you get any ideas,” Tony asserts with a glare in Loki’s direction. “The standby Avengers are currently residing there and they are well aware to keep an eye on you. So if you step out of line, you’ll be sent back here and locked into your room and your room alone.”

“The threats are completely unnecessary,” Loki chuckles. “I already gave my word I would help.”

“He’s right,” Thor agrees after his brother. “As long as it benefits him, Loki will do as told.”

Steve nods believing him while Tony remains suspicious. He glared at Loki waiting for the fallen prince to break.

Loki didn’t.

“As entertaining this staring match is, can I please have the room?” you ask them. “I just… I just need to clear my head of some things.”

“Of course,” Steve nods. “Be ready by 7. I’ll fly you guys out there.”

“Lovely,” Loki comments as he starts to rise from his seat. You’re quick to grab a hold of him and motion for him to remain in his spot.

“Stay,” you ask him. “I have some questions for you.”

You ignore the shared look of concern between your teammates as you focused on Loki alone. They filter out of the room with hesitation but don’t offer a comment. The moment they leave the room you take the seat next to Loki and speak.

“I know we’re not friends, I know you don’t owe me anything, and I also know you’re only doing this to gain your freedom from that ankle monitor but can you please be honest with me?”

Loki notes how tired you look now. It was something he had never seen in you before which was making him act in a similar manner, promising something he rarely does.

“I’ll be honest.”

Sensing that he spoke true, you ask the question that has been bothering you since this whole thing began.

“Why me?” you ask. “Why do I have this power? Why am I cursed with it? It makes me cruel and vindictive and I hate it. Why me?”

“I don’t know why it chose you,” Loki answers. “But it only further confirms that you are truly special if it didn’t kill you. As for your supposed curse, this power is simply trying to protect itself. You’ve been attacked twice now which is when this cruel alter ego of yours arises. The moment you gain control these incidents will no longer occur.”

You run your hand through your hair unhappy with his answer.

“So how are you going to teach me control?” I ask him. “You said it yourself. You’re the God of Lies. What do you know about the power of Truth?”

“I, out of everyone, should know the extent power of the Truth,” Loki states. “If I didn’t, then how would I comprehend my own gift of lies.”

You seem displeased at his response.

“Without the truth, lies wouldn’t exist,” he continues. “We are two very necessary sides needed for balance.”

“I’m just human and you’re a God,” you remind him. “This delicate balance is off.”

Loki reaches for your hand surprising himself with the act. He wonders if this was your doing again. Your power making him act on his empathetic emotions that he rarely paid attention to.

“You will gain control of your powers,” Loki states. “And when you do, it won’t matter if you’re human and I’m a God because you might find yourself even stronger than I.”

You find yourself surprised when you notice that the words he’s spoken are completely true.

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Toni Shalifoe x Reader Christmas Oneshot

~Light hearted fluff, confession~

~no tw/cw~

(Maybe part one?)

"Hey Toni! Long time no see" y/n smiled as she skipped over to her.

She couldn't help but smile as she saw her, Toni would never admit it, but that little ray of sunshine was the highlight of her day. Who would have thought that the little incident they shared a few months back would make them grow as close as they did.

...

y/n came down from the bleachers with a few people she had met on her first day at the new school, talking to them and not paying attention as to where she was walking. Toni was the one backing into her actually, as she yelled something over to her teammates, not looking where she was going. The basketball player was mad at first, having someone interrupt her practice. She looked up so she could see who the rude interrupter was, stopping herself from throwing curses at the other person as she saw her though; lips glanced with an apologetic, warm smile, eyes flickering with worry as she held out a hand to help Toni up.

...

"Hey sunshine, how was english class? Also, we saw each other on Friday? You really can't go without seeing me for two day? Wow." Toni laughed putting her arm around y/n's shoulder, pulling her in closer as they walked out of the gym.

"Really good. Miss Jones let us watch a Christmas movie.",

"So," y/n started again, fidgeting with her hands, "what do you have planned for Christmas?"

Toni smiled at her awkwardness, "nothing much, I'll probably just sit on the back of the truck, hoping it doesn't snow, looking at the stars."

"Well, as romantic as that sounds, i asked my parents if i could invite you over for a few days and they said you can stay as long as you want." Y/n said, looking up, eyes glistening with hope.

Toni's heart skipped a beat, the thought of getting to spend Christmas break with her new favourite person made her a little more excited than she would ever admit.

"I think i could make that work" She said, smirking, trying to act tough.

"Don't act all cool on me Toni! I know you're a softy deep down." Y/n laughed, poking her friend in the ribs.

"Shit, i have a reputation, don't say that out loud, sweetheart." Toni laughed looking the other way, thus not seeing how y/n's face went red.

"Anyways, are you going to come over? Please, Toni. I already have a present for you. Don't leave me hanging."

"Of course I will, we can't have you missing me for the entirety of Christmas break, can we?" She smirked again, stopping at her locker and getting all her books out.

Y/n leaned against the wall,

"I hate you."

"No you don't." Toni said, slamming her looker shut, putting her arm back around Y/n's shoulder as they walked out of the school.

...

"Y/n, Toni is here, come downstairs." Y/n's mother yelled from the hallway.

"Coming!", she yelled, sprinting down the staircase, which was already decorated for christmas.

"Shit, y/n, that was fast, miss me that much?" Toni laughed, swinging her bag over her shoulder,

"miss y/l/n, thank you for letting me stay here again, I know I can be a lot sometimes."

"Oh don't worry Toni, we love having you here, feel free to stay as long as you want." Miss y/l/n said, wearing the same warm smile as y/n on her lips.

"Want to go upstairs? Your bag looks heavy."

"Don't worry, I'm a strong, independent woman, i can handle it." Toni laughed, yet struggling to keep the heavy bag up over her shoulder.

"Mum, we're going upstairs, call us if you need anything.", y/n smiled at her mother and pulled her friend upstairs, "Get ready to listen to my Christmas playlist~~!"

"Oh god." Toni rolled her eyes, smiling at the other's excitement.

...

"Let me give you a Christmas moment we'll fill with love and joy. So beautiful kissing under mistletoes, baby with youuuu" y/n was singing along with a christmas garland wrapped around her as she tried draping it around her mirror.

"Y/n, you look ridiculous." Toni laughed, rolling her eyes again.

"Oh please you're just mad that I'm not actually kissing you under a mistletoe." She teased, throwing a plastic ornament at the brunette who was laying on y/n's bett.

"Continue being such a brat and I will have no other choice than to actually do it." Toni said, smirking, locking her phone that she used to take pictures of the other in secret.

"Oh well, i can't help it, so i guess we have no other choice." y/n said, smiling as she walked over to Toni, crawling over to her on the bed.

Toni reached her hand out to cup y/n's cheek, sitting up a bit and placing her lips on the other's soft lips.

As they parted, y/n tried hiding her smile, tilting her head to the side but Toni still had her hand on her cheek, caressing it with her thumb and feeling her smile form.

"You're so cute, have i ever told you that?" She asked.

"Yes, on multiple occasions actually, Toni." Laughter filled the room as the two sat up.

"So, y/n, I've been thinking, this has been going on for a few weeks now, I've been trying to work up the courage. I don't want to say the wrong things, i don't want to hurt you. I've been working on myself, you know? Going to that lady to talk to. I want to be the right person for you, god, i really don't want to hurt you and-"

"Jesus, Toni, I guess I have to do it. Will you be my girlfriend?" Y/n interrupted, smiling with a slight blush on her face.

Toni looked at her, shock written on her face for a spit second, a warm, genuine smile replacing it immediately thought.

"Yes, of course." Y/n felt Toni's lips on hers just moments after.

...

Miss y/l/n walked in on the girls laying all over each other, showing the other funny posts they saw on their phones occasionally, not bothering to move as they heard a knock on the door.

"Girls, as much as i don't want to interrupt you, I'm kind of in a time crunch and I still have to go out get some stuff for tomorrow's Christmas Dinner. Could you maybe bake the cookies? You would help me out a lot."

"I would love to, but i'm a little helpless when it comes to baking miss y/l/n." Toni laughed, looking at y/n.

"No problem mum, I'll look after Toni so she doesn't burn down the kitchen." She nudged Toni in the rips ever so slightly as she got up, pulling her with her.

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Worthy (pt6)

A/N: once again - just keep poking me until I start tagging you if you want tagged. @rampant-salamander, @bolontiku

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I looked from Tony to Thor and back to Tony.

“I don’t understand your question,” I responded, and threw back the drink. To hell with being moderate. I was pretty sure I was about to lose my dream job on my second day, I may as well go out with a bang.

“Ella, there has to be something special about you to allow you to lift that hammer,” Tony spoke slowly. That was probably a bad thing. I suspected slow speech meant a really active brain. I was now a mystery that needed to be solved.

“There is nothing special about me at all,” I argued.

“You can lift Mjolnir. That is special.” Thor was like a sage who spoke in riddles.

“But being able to lift Mjolnir isn’t what makes me special enough to lift it. That’s a redundancy.” I, like Tony, was slipping into scientific method in order to try to sort things out.

“Do you have Aesir blood, Ella?” Thor asked.

“My family is from Washington. By way of Wisconsin,” I replied. Tony snorted and Thor shot him a dirty look.

“Before this Wisconsin?” He pressed. The way he said Wisconsin made it sound unfamiliar and strange.

“Norway and England.”

“Norway. That is where the Northmen resided.” Thor looked thoughtful. “In the time of the Vikings, the Aesir traveled on Midgard much more frequently than they do now.”

“Are you suggesting that some ancestor of mine got knocked up by a god?” I could feel my eyebrow rising. Tony smothered a smirk behind his hand. My tone was lost on Thor.

“We are not gods, Ella,” Thor corrected. “And I am unfamiliar with knocked up. What I suggest is that your ancestor was impregnated by an Aesir.”

“But in order to lift your hammer, wouldn’t it have to be you that got this mystery ancestor pregnant? I’d have to be your descendent?” I could feel the blood draining from my face. It would be just my luck that the hottest guy I’d ever seen would be related to me. Thor’s smile was mischievous.

“Not necessarily. I would have discovered offspring of mine on Midgard by now, and I know left none. But I think it reasonable to consider you may have Aesir blood in your veins,” he explained. “Which makes you very special indeed.”

“Can everyone in Asgard lift your hammer?” I asked. Thor shook his head.

“None but I.”

“Then I don’t buy it. I keep telling people, I’m nothing special.” I was getting frustrated with the scrutiny. I never thought I would be desperate for a cute guy to stop paying attention to me, but in that moment, I would have given anything to be able to just go hide in obscurity in the lab, building my washing machine.

“But that’s where you’re wrong, Ella,” Tony interrupted. I’d nearly forgotten he was there, Thor had such powerful bearing. I didn’t think it was possible to lose track of Tony Stark, but I guess in the presence of not-actually-gods… “You are something special. That’s why Pepper and I lept on your application like we did. How did you make it through university with such a bad self image?”

“I don’t have a bad self image. I know I’m a fucking amazing engineer. I just fail to see a correlation between my ability to understand math and build things and my purported mystical ability to lift a magic hammer,” I snapped. I turned back to Thor. “You’re sure no one else can lift it?” Thor glanced at Tony, almost as though he was looking for approval. Tony gave a slight nod.

“I believe that Captain Rogers would be able to lift it, should he have the opportunity. But that remains untested,” Thor admitted. I sighed.

“Of course. He’s a legit hero. Full of righteousness and honour and nobility.” My tone was more sarcastic than I’d intended.

“Yes, intangible and arbitrary measures of worthiness. Who is to say you don’t meet the parameters in some way?” Thor shot back. I looked into my empty glass, wishing it were still full.

“Did you not see me level that d-bag in the elevator?”

“Tis nothing I would not have done myself, and yet I am still worthy,” Thor shrugged. Pepper had walked in at some point during the conversation, and Tony turned to her expectantly. She sighed and blinked slowly.

“We’ve had a discussion about appropriate professional behaviour. He is aware that if there are any further incidents he will lose his internship.” Pepper reached out for the glass of wine Tony was offering her.

“It’s a bit of a PR nightmare if we lose a second intern in as many days, Pep,” Tony commented.

“It’s a worse nightmare if, right as we’re rolling out a gender equality program and girl’s STEM mentorship program, the media gets ahold of information about how we’re allowing someone guilty of sexual harassment to remain in a prestigious and competitive internship,” she retorted. He pursed his lips and paused. After a moment he nodded in agreement.

“What do I know? You’re the boss.” His acquiescence was met with laughter from Pepper.

“What do you know, Tony? How many times did you attend the SHIELD seminar again?” She choked on her wine. “Trust me. I want to give him the benefit of the doubt. He’s a smart guy, and I’d like to think he’ll be respectful from now on.” Tony responded with some other comment and I slumped back into my seat, watching the show. If you didn’t know they were stupidly in love with one another, you might assume they were on the verge of war. But I think Tony liked to goad Pepper, and she rose to the bait. Not because she was gullible though. At least, I didn’t think it was because she was easily duped. I think she rose to the bait because it was how they clicked together. I looked away from them and over to Thor, who was sitting back on the couch, completely relaxed. The hammer was propped up beside him, handle leaning against the bolster. It was uncanny how powerful he looked, even in jeans and a t-shirt. I relaxed a little and just enjoyed looking at him, taking in the contours of his biceps, and the definition of the veins in his hands. There was a lot of him to look at, and it was all very pleasing to the eye. At least, everything I’d seen thus far.

I didn’t realize how overt I was being until he smirked. He turned to look at me, and nodded.

“Is it not considered poor manners on Midgard to stare at others?” There was a teasing tone to his voice, but I blinked and looked away, feeling my cheeks colour.

There was really no way for me to deny that I was staring at him. The only blank wall in the entire place was right behind him. I couldn’t even beg being distracted by some of the weird art that seemed to be all over the building.

“I, uh, well,” I stammered. “I was looking at the hammer?” It sounded like bullshit, even to me. I heard a stifled laugh from Tony and shot him a filthy look. I pushed myself to my feet and glanced at Pepper. “If you don’t need me, Pepper, I’m going to try to catch up with Angela. I have some things I need to pick up for my suite.”

“You can order anything you need from distribution,” Tony offered.

“Except, apparently, towels bigger than a postage stamp,” I retorted. My ears were burning and I was having a really hard time not looking over to see if Thor was following the conversation. He probably was as there was no one else for him to pay attention to.

“You are aware there’s varying sizes of towel?” Tony’s tone was sarcastic. I rolled my eyes.

“Not that this is really a conversation I feel I want to have with my boss, but I grabbed the biggest one. It still barely covered me.” I was ready to pray for a hole to open in the floor and swallow me.

“Well, you’re not exactly supposed to be lounging around in your tow –“

“I wasn’t!” I interrupted. “I was just getting out of the shower when Thor showed up and I didn’t have time to be getting fully dressed before I answered the door, and then the towel slipped and oh my god I cannot believe I’m telling you all this.” I took a deep breath and looked back to Pepper. “Can I go? Please?”

“Let me walk you to the elevator,” she offered and led the way. As we walked away, I heard Tony clear his throat.

“You’ve seen her naked already, you sly dog?”

“That is enough, Stark. How you have lived so many years on this realm and not noticed how modest some of your women are, I have no idea. But you embarrassed her. Like many Midgardians, she lacks comfort with the physical form.” Thor’s words were a chastisement, and I somehow felt even more embarrassed about him having seen me naked. Because now, not only was I naked in front of the freaking Norse god of thunder, but also he took more notice of what a prude I am than that I was naked. I leaned against the wall and banged my head against it.

“That’s not how you call the elevator,” Pepper teased. “I know we all collectively keep telling you to relax, but, yeah. Relax. If Tony is already giving you a hard time, he’s assimilating you into his world as a permanent fixture. This will be something you laugh about in future years.” Her eyes were warm with empathy and it was so reassuring.

“You seriously need to do something about the towel situation, Pepper.” I stepped onto the elevator and pushed the button for my floor. Once the doors shut, I texted Angela to see how far she’d got without me. I didn’t have to wait long. I was swiping my passcard to get into my room when she stepped off the elevator.

“So, towels? Maybe a beer?” She followed me into my apartment.

“Yes. To both.”

XXX

For whatever reason, I expected getting beer with Angela would be more Sex-in-the-City than it was. She pulled me into a quiet bar after we’d found appropriate towels, and we ordered wings from the kitchen and beer.

“So I did some research today while you were meeting with Markus,” she volunteered over a heap of wing bones. I made a noise that was easily interpretable as curiosity and she continued. “I might have hacked some of Tony’s files about that hammer. Thor wasn’t kidding around when he said you shouldn’t be able to lift it. It was apparently forged in the heart of a dying star, of some crazy space-metal. And the Odin enchanted it so only Thor could lift it. Which is clearly a broken enchantment because apparently you can lift it too.”

“It says right on it that if you’re worthy, you can lift it,” I corrected her with my mouth full.

“Obviously it doesn’t take table manners into consideration!” She laughed. I hung my head in mock-shame, but made sure my mouth was clear before I spoke again.

“I don’t know how it determines worthiness. Honestly, isn’t that a little creepy? Is the hammer sentient? Does it consider the merits of each individual that touches it in that split second between grabbing it and trying to lift it? Or does Odin have some sort of approval system for worthiness, and he gets interrupted from whatever it is he’s doing to approve people in that same fraction of an instant?” I pondered.

“Way to ruin magic with science,” she groaned.

“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. That’s Clarke’s Third Law. The other two are pretty good too,” I shrugged.

“Oh, that was a kill shot! Come on, let me have some sort of fantasy about the mystical powers of the damn hammer, Ella!” Angela threw her hands up in frustration. I smiled and nodded.

“Of course. The hammer is mystical and powerful and absolutely should not be questioned,” I acceded. Angela swatted at me and flagged the waitress over for another round. I felt myself relaxing and forgetting about the overwhelming stress of the past couple of days as we decompressed over a second beer. When Angela dropped me back at the tower, I realized she may very well live on-site as well, but I was tired and had a bit of a beer buzz and forgot to ask before stumbling through my door and crashing on the sofa.

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