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Anything For You

Chapter 6

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You sat in a booth near the back of the coffee shop, twiddling with your shaky fingers. Ever since you woke up this morning, you felt the weight of the day ahead sitting on your chest. Regardless of how things would pan out, this was a major thing (at least to you) that was about to occur. You had been nervous the whole trek here, constantly wondering if it was too late to back out.

The bell on the door rings, signaling that someone had just walked in, but you didn’t pay any mind. You were far too occupied to give attention to anything else. But it seemed as though you didn’t have a choice as the table jerked from movement across from you, causing you to look up. Strawberry blonde hair fills your peripherals while you stare into her blue eyes. The air immediately became tense, thick enough to cut through with a knife. It feels as if everything went quiet around you as you focus on the woman. A moment of silence hangs over the two of you.

“I’m surprised you called,” Pepper says softly.

“So am I,” you whisper, rubbing your hands on your jeans. You were also surprised she managed to convince you to meetup but that was neither here nor there.

“How have you been?”

“Umm, good, decent,” you nod. “All things considered.”

“Yeah,” the woman agrees. “It’s been…. weird--hard lately.”

There was a small, tense pause. Both of you are noticeably uncomfortable.

“You know, Morgan’s been talking about-”

“Pepper,” you gently interrupt, and she immediately stops, knowing she’s been caught. “I’m not…I’m not here to talk. I just need the therapist’s number and I’ll be out of your hair.”

“That’s the thing, (y/n). I don’t want you out of my hair,” she expresses. “Morgan misses you; I miss you. Your father-”

“That man is not my father,” you state firmly. “He never has been and never will be. You of all people should know that.”

The woman lets out a sigh and bows her head.

“I should’ve done more, I admit that. I wish I had done more to help you.” You look away from her gaze and stare out the window. “But I want to be there now. Those five years without you were hell and they taught me that life is too short. I want to make the time we have left valuable. So please,” she pauses, reaching across the table to grab your shaky hand. “Let me be there.”

Your chin trembles as you hold back tears, trying to calm yourself down. You were just supposed to be in and out.

“I just…I just want the number, Pep,” you whisper.

“Please, (y/n).”

You take a deep breath, clench your jaw, and take your hand out of hers.

“Okay, fine, whatever. Just give me the number,” you mutter.

Her small smile slightly falters but she nonetheless digs through her bag. She pulls out a card not a moment later and with no hesitation, you take it and quickly get up to walk out the cafe, leaving the stunned woman behind.

Virginia Potts had always been a busy woman, even more so after getting a job at Stark Industries. Between all the running around, jotting notes down--simply doing whatever her boss instructed her to do.

Tony was, to put it simply, a man child. During her second week, she found three gray hairs sitting on the top of her head and had no doubt that he was the cause of them. He was arrogant, rude, annoying, difficult…the list goes on. It frustrated the woman to no end sometimes.

But despite his cockiness and irritating attitude, Pepper found herself sticking beside him through it all. She was there in his sickness, when he was kidnapped, when he joined the Avengers--whatever happened, she was there. Meaning, she was there when Tony took you in.

Deep down, Pepper knew that the man wasn’t ready for a child--probably wouldn’t be for years to come. She saw how the man partied and drank more than his body weight. She saw every woman go into and leave his bed throughout the years. Hell, she tried to talk him out of it, but her words were simply ignored by him as if they had never even been said.

When she saw you trail in behind him that day, struggling to carry all of your belongings, she couldn’t help but feel bad. The woman had heard your story and could only sympathize with you losing someone so important to you at such a young age.

She saw the sadness and longing in your eyes as you watched your father walk away from you without so much as giving you a tour. She saw how tears welled in your eyes and noticed how much of an effort you put into pushing them back down.

Pepper simply stared as you brought each of your bags one by one up the long staircase and figured out which room was yours. And she only listened as you sobbed your tiny heart out with no one there to console or comfort you.

And there was absolutely nothing she regretted more in her life.

There were numerous occasions where she wanted to come and speak to you, try to get you more situated and comfortable. She wanted to help when you were trying to make breakfast for yourself once and ended up burning yourself while making eggs. Or maybe when you were reading a thick textbook on the main room's couch—she had the urge to ask you what other things you enjoyed learning about.

Pepper didn’t know or even ask herself often what held her back. Perhaps it was her loyalty to Tony. She had read an article about herd behavior—maybe that was it.

She could come up with any excuse under the sun, but none of them made what she did right. None of them helped you feel any better. None of them took back all the times she ignored you when she knew you were on the very brink of giving up. When you were on your last leg with no one. No one who loved or cared for you.

The woman was taught that actions spoke louder than words. It didn’t matter how many times she apologized to you. Those apologies wouldn’t take back the hurt and trauma you went through while she sat back and watched. But she would spend however many days she had left making it up to you.

No, she couldn’t erase the pain, but she could only hope that you’d give her a chance (that she didn’t honestly deserve). She just wanted to show you that she did care and wanted to be there now.

She wanted to watch you grow into a young woman. She wanted to witness your relationship blossom. She wanted to watch you and Morgan fully embrace your sibling dynamic. There were a lot of things she wanted to see and could only wish on her lucky star that you wanted to see them happen too.

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alexendria-rose · 1 year

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Tony Starks Daughter- Series One~

Warnings: cussing, and Loki(lmao he needs a warning)

Story Plotline: This is around age of Ultron, but its a little different Loki joins the avengers at Starks Tower to enjoy human life, one of his punishments, but he meets Tony Starks 21 year old daughter, but who very much like her father, but except was falling for Loki a little bit everyday.

Ps: So I know Loki, Scott Lang, or Spiderman is in age of Ultron but I just really love the dynamic, think of it as a secret universe telling the age of Ultron story, I hope you enjoy, I’m hoping to make this a long series so come long to enjoy this with me

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Being the daughter of Tony Stark was hard enough but being in the Avengers tower where they all treated you like a daughter was way worse. I was treated like a child most of the time when I was in fact 21 years old, so being treated like a child was the worst thing to feel as a 21 year old girl. I heard a soft knock on my door while I sat on my phone scrolling through my social media.

“Yes?” I ask lifting my head a bit to look towards the door. Peter perks his head in smiling a bit.

“H-Hey Y/n, Mr. Stark told me to fetch you.” I scrunch my eyebrows confused.

“Why didn’t he just ask Jarvis?” I usually ask if dad asked Jarvis to fetch me whenever it wasn’t so important but it must be serious if he asked Peter to fetch for me.

“I-I don’t know Miss Stark he just asked me to fetch you.” Peter looked nervously at her.

“Peter you can call me Y/n I’ve told you this a million times kid.” I chuckled at the kid in front of me, he was definitely a shy one, but whenever his Spiderman came out he was more confident as Spiderman then peter parker. “Alright I’m coming I guess.” I mumble under my breath. Peter smiled confidently, opening the door for me. I head downstairs at dad’s little lair as I called it, even though he hated that I called it that “sounds like something for bad guys, and I definitely am not that Y/n” he would say each and everything time I said the name. “Hey dad, you asked for me?” I ask strutting into the room, hands in pocket.

“Ah my beloved daughter, you’ve been trapped in your room, I just missed ya.” He says as he was building god knows what.

“Alright dad, what do you need?” I giggled, rolling my eyes at my humorous dad.

“Well, it's not what I need, more like a warning daughter.” He stopped the humor and looked at me seriously. I cock my head to the side like a lost puppy.

“And that is?” I sit down on the chair next to him straddling the seat.

“Well, Loki..” I wide my eyes mostly in anger, mostly in fear.

“Loki?! Is he back?” I stood up from my chair picking at my cuticles.

“No… I mean well yes but not like that, He’s going to be staying here, I’m not too fond of the idea, but Thor says he really is changing, that maybe normal human life would be good for him.” Dad says playing with his tools looking at her with concern. “I just want you to stay away from him, I have no idea if he’s changed or not, but I don’t want him around my daughter.” Dad strictly states putting his tools down and standing up.

“He’s changed? After ya know killing thousands of people, we’re just going to welcome him here after that?!” I exclaim rubbing my forehead a headache starting to form. “Dad I don’t know about this, how are we sure we’re going to trust him?” I turn my back on my dad still rubbing my forehead, it starts to hurt worse then it just did before. “Alright dad there shouldn't be any problem staying away from him.. When is he coming?” My dad starts mumbling under his breath, I face him “Dad when is he coming?” Dad chuckled a bit, rubbing the back of his head.

“Right now?” As he said that I heard a booming voice.

“HEY GUYS LOOK MY BROTHER IS HERE TO ENJOY THE MORTAL WORLD!” I hear Thor boom. If looks could kill it would kill my dad.

“I’ll yell at you later, we have to introduce a stupid God guest or whatever they’re called.” I scoffed my dad keeping his distance from me feeling the heat burn of my body with anger. I walk up with my dad back to the main living room. I cross my arms stomping like a child up the stairs… maybe that’s why everyone thinks I’m a child…

“Oh looky what we have here Loki, we swear we missed you, especially since you left your mark on everyone here in New York.” My dad retorts. I widened my eyes at the low remark my dad made. I look up from the ground staring at the stupid go- oh my god, he was gorgeous. Fuck why did he do what he did. His hair was long silk black, he was tall and lanky, he wore this beautiful black suit that hugged his amazing figure. Loki looked up, locking eyes with my own. I tug at my sleeves a little taken back at his eyes, I couldn’t even look him straight in the eyes for some reason they imitated me. “I don’t know if you’ve met my daughter Y/n, but you are not to go anywhere near her, got me?” Loki crosses his arms, smirking slightly. My dad lifts his eyebrows, also crossing his arms walking closer to Loki. “Got me? Loki the emo.” Thor widens his eyes looking at the stance between the two, basically one trying to be more dominant then the other.

“Alright alright, he understands, don't ya brother!” Thor booms excited. Loki just nods, keeping quiet but observing the room around him. The whole crew eventually comes out greeting Loki, but keeping an eye on him.

“Alright I think we should definitely have a party, with just us of course.” Scott Lang shouts grabbing the alcohol that was in my dad's cabinets. “What ya say Stark! My dad was still glaring daggers at Loki, not 100% satisfied with Loki’s answer from earlier.

“That’s fine but Y/n can’t join.” I whipped around from the conversation I was having with Natasha.

“Um, is that your decision dad?” I quipped back at my father, I love him dearly but he really was a drama queen, huh I really did get my attitude from my dad. My dad lifts a questioning eyebrow at me.

“You’re like 12.” Steve says, taking a swig of the beer that Scott handed him.

“Steve! I’m 21 dude, at least I'm not like 100.” I sass Steve, doing a whole sassy head roll.

“Wait, she's 21?” Steve tries to remain serious but starts laughing when he takes another swing. “Ya know I’m only a joking doll.” I hum a bit swaying my hips moving towards the couch, didn’t realize I was sitting right next to Loki, damn was he quiet.

“Hi, I’m Y/n.” I whispered while my dad was in a conversation with Thor, I knew I was supposed to stay away, and not really talk to him, but I was just being friendly.

“Loki.” He states leaning back on the sofa. He just starts staring at me. “Why are you sitting next to me?” He asks, smirking a bit. I knew he was just trying to show his imitating side so nobody would talk to him or be near him, but I was of course used to my father being that imitating even though underneath all of that my dad was just a big old fluff ball.

“I don’t know, you look interesting, I’m a curious person much like my father.”

“Ah yes, Tony. I didn’t know he had a daughter. You in fact surprised me very much.” He states, damn this dude really just went straight to the point, which I didn’t really mind, straight to the point is better than oddly weird forced conversations.

“Mhm, I am definitely a way better Stark.” I giggled a bit at the small smile he was forming on his face.

“Oh is that so?” Interesting.” My dad turned away from the Thor conversations to see Loki and I have a much enjoyable conversation.

“Uh ah, this ain’t happening.” My dad squishes between Loki and I. “Y/n to your room now.” I groan a bit.

“I am a 21 year old adult, you still can't make me go to my room.”

“I said room, now, you live under my roof, Y/n Stark.” He pats my leg. “Now go.” I roll my eyes before standing up.

“Alright I’ll see you losers tomorrow, when you’re all hungover.” I smirked walking away into my room. God, I mean I did agree to not talk or be near Loki, but he was so interesting. He didn’t seem so terrible, I mean I think of New York and hate him, but I feel like deep down there's something that nobody knows, I see a hurting man mostly, but I’m curious and I wanna dig deeper.

My throat starts getting dry in the middle of the night, god I hated getting up in the middle of the night just to hydrate god. I rolled out of my bed dragging my big snuggly blanket with me groggy walking out to the kitchen. I was so tired I didn’t see the figure standing in the kitchen. “Fuck!” I half screamed just noticing it was Loki standing there all mischievously drinking some water as well, guess we both had the same idea.

“Oh hi Loki.” I groaned, desperately drinking the water I poured into my cup. “Are you doing ok adjusting?” I question leaning back on the counter.

“It’s better than a prison cell, so I'm doing better than I was.” He starts using his magic to play with his water. I smile at the stuff he was making with his magic.

“That’s so cool…” I lean closer to him looking at his magic in detail, his magic was beautiful, it definitely is dangerous but beautiful as well. Loki looks down at me smiling a bit before quickly going back to his normal stoic look.

“You mortals are too impressed by anything you see, hm?” He hums.

“I just wish I had that kind of magic, I mean look around me, I have all these amazing people who literally save the world from danger with powers or with their talents, I just want to help people one day, and if I had that I would in an instant.” I grin and take my last sip of water. Loki looks down at the floor placing his cup down on the counter.

“My mother thought the same, she always used her powers for good… really was a disappointment of a son.” Loki sighs. I place my hand on Loki's shoulder.

“I highly doubt your mother is disappointed in you.” Loki looks up a bit through his hair that still stoic look on his face.

“Oh how would you know? You barely know me.” I shrug a bit knowing he was trying to cover his emotions by deflecting on me.

“Because I know parent’s, and your mom from what I’ve heard from Thor sounds like a lovely mother, I think she wanted best for you, you to love your life and make something out of it, now I know nothing about God’s, but that’s just what I think.” I place my cup in the sink, turning away from Loki about to walk off when I stop in my tracks and look at the broken man in my kitchen. “You’re always welcome to talk to me… I really do like to talk, so if you ever need someone here, I’m always here.” Loki somewhat smirks at the comment.

“If you insist, love.” It rolled off his tongue somewhat easily, I bit my lip to stop the blush rushing up my face. I do a quick hum before rushing into my room. What did I get myself into…

“I know you were talking to him in the kitchen!” My dad screeches. I jolted awake my hair wild and I’m sure all over the place.

“D-Dad.” I say tiredly I look at my phone groaning. “It’s literally 6:30AM!” I flop head back into my pillow before grabbing the pillow besides me placing it over my face, that was before my dad ripped it off my face.

“I said stay away and you apparently don’t listen.” I groan again, turning my back away from him.

“Another thing I get from you huh?” I remark glaring at the wall knowing my dad would get more upset if I glared at him.

“This is no time to joke Y/n, all I’m doing is protecting you.” I turn around to face him rolling my eyes so he can visually see.

“Dad he really doesn’t seem so terrible, he seems broken…” I say sitting up on my back against my bed frame. “I think he really wants to change, and be a better man God, I have no idea what to call him, whatever it doesn’t matter, I see it dad, please just trust me.” My dad grabs the chair on my desk bringing it close to my bed straddling the chair.

“I just don’t want to see you hurt and I can see the attachment from a mile away.” I look down at my hands once again picking at my cuticles. God this was definitely a bad habit I needed to stop.

“You can see that?” I ask my dad hums softly scratching at his beard.

“I trust you kid, just please be careful, I’ll take him away if he does anything harmful to you, you come before anybody here, you got me?” I smile softly nodding a bit, he grabs my chin before kissing my forehead. “Now the team and I have a mission to attend to, Thor probably wants to celebrate tonight so be prepared for that.” I shake my head laughing at my favorite big god.

“Alright sounds like a plan, be safe dad I love you 3000.”

“No, I love you 3000.” He ruffles my hair. “Now go fix up you look like a zombie.”

“Haha, go away.” I grab the bedsheets bringing them over my head groaning like a zombie, my dad starts laughing heading out the door.

“Lazy ass.”

“Everybody get their ass out here, we are going to partyyy.” I hear Thor boom, I walk just wearing simple black pants and a button down t-shirt.

“Oh Thor, you look nice!” I exclaim, Thor chuckles, twirling his hammer around before placing it on the table. Everyone sits down, some start playing cards, some are drinking their hearts out after every mission. I swear they do this. Barton starts twirling his drumstick clearly drunk.

“Dude, that is certainly a trick.” Barton says commenting on Thor's hammer, Thor chuckles passing a drink to Steve sitting on the sofa next to him.

“Oh it’s certainly much more than that.” Barton starts laughing, pointing to the hammer imitating Thor’s voice.

“He shall be worthy should the powwweerr.” he exclaims still pointing at the hammer in front of him “Whatever man, it's a trick!” Thor scoffs a bit knowing exactly what Barton got himself into.

“Oh I wouldn’t do that Barton.” I say sipping on my wine.

“Oh let him Y/n, please be my guest.” Thor says, pointing towards the hammer. Loki sneaks over and sits right next to me watching all these goons trying to pull on the hammer.

“Even I’m a god, I wouldn’t embarrass myself like this.” Loki says, laughing a bit. Oh a laugh? He’s enjoying himself. I take another sip of my wine staring at Loki.

“Once I tried myself to lift that hammer, but nah nothing.” I say bumping into Loki’s shoulder a bit in a teasing way. “And I think I’m pretty worthy.” Loki smiles again.

“I would think so too.” Loki mumbles under his breath. That’s when we all heard it, a blaring noise. I cover my ears.

“Dad what the hell is happening?!” I ask was that Jarvis? Did something happen? We all looked towards the clunky noise when I saw, wait is that Jarvis?

“Jarvis?” My dad asked playing his pad that controlled the place. He starts speaking some nonsense, about how he killed someone and all the crew questioning him. I stand up, Loki does as well grabbing my arm to put me behind him. Ultron sent him… what is happening right now. Loki grabs his daggers from his sleeve, Thor holds onto his hammer waiting for any attack that will happen.

“I’m here on a mission.” Ultron says in his disgusting robotic voice.

“What mission?” Natasha says sternly.

“Peace of our time.” Ultron says looking at everyone in the group when two other robots come out the wall, Steve kicks up the table to block the robots from coming towards him, Loki grabs me and pushes me towards the floor out of the way of danger. That’s when everything began, everyone started protecting and fighting. I haven't seen them in action since New York, and god they were good at their job.

“Stay here.” Loki puts me near the piano to stay away from the danger God. I wish I could help. I wasn't trained, my dad never let me learn. That’s when one of Ultron's army finds me and starts pointing his weapon arm at me, that's when Steve grabs the thing and throws it away from me, Thor slamming his hammer down on it. I see my dad floating on top of the robots trying to break down the thing.

“Get Y/n out of here now!” I groaned standing up. I needed to help, so I grabbed Steve's shield.

“Steve!” I throw the shield towards Steve when he slams it on the robot, my dad finally defeating the robot.

“Well that was dramatic.” Ultron says wobbling away from the scene a bit.

“Dad!” I run towards my dad who slumps himself on the stairs.

“Y/n I told you to get away.” My dad whispers.

“I can’t, Loki tried but I can’t not just leave and not help.” I hold onto my dad glaring at Ultron.

“I’m sorry I know you mean well, you just didn’t think it through.” Steve starts walking forward towards Ultron but stops in his tracks when he starts speaking again. “You want to protect the world, but you don’t want it to change. How is humanity saved if it's not allowed to evolve?” Ultron grabs the robot in front of him by the head. “With at ease with these puppets.” He crushes the head “There's only one path to peace, the avengers extinction.” Thor grabs his hammer, throwing it at Ultron's chest shattering him into pieces.

“Loki get her out of here.” Loki grabs me by the arm when I hear his words.

“I had strings but now I’m free.” I gasp a bit looking at my dads worried face as Loki brings me to my room. He sits me down on my bed kneeling in front of me.

“Are you okay?” He asks, brushing his fingers lightly across my knuckles. I gasped at the contact nodding a bit.

“I’m fine… but I didn’t do anything to help, I’m a failure.” I cross my arms, basically cuddling myself. “I need to train. I need to help.” Loki chuckles a bit, rubbing the back of his head.

“I don’t think your father would be too fond of that idea.” I look up at Loki smirking, that's when he looks at me eyes wide.

“No.” He states.

“Come on please train me, my dad doesn’t need to know.” He groans, basically ripping his hair. I could tell he was scared that I didn’t even know how to protect myself in that position.

“I’m already on your fathers bad list but now secretly training you. I don’t know love…” She grinned that word again. He only said it when he was vulnerable and it made my heart burst. Glad I can make him that way.

“Please Loki. I want to protect myself and others if I have to. Please.” I beg. Loki looks into my puppy dog eyes sighing giving in.

“Fine but we do this early in the morning before anybody else gets up. Got me? My way.” He demanded. I nodded.

“How early is early?” I ask nicely but also scared for the answer.

“5AM.” He sternly states “I’ll meet you in the morning love.” He smirks before walking out of my door and I couldn’t help but blush at the way he was being. I heard the door open again looking up to expect Loki but saw my dad walking through the door.

“Dad!” I stand up wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Are you okay kiddo?” My dad asks, wrapping me back into a hug smoothing my hair down.

“I’m fine dad, are you okay?” I pull back looking at his busted lip. “Dad..” He pulls away from me.

“Honey I’m fine, come on I’m Iron Man I’ve done worse to my face.” He smiles brightly at me.

“I wish I can help, fight alongside you guys, I hate that y'all need to protect me.” MY dad shakes his head putting his hand up to stop me from talking.

“No, I’m your father, that's my job to protect you first, it’s too dangerous out there sweetie. I can’t have you out there fighting.” He rubs his forehead.

“Dad… I need to lea-”

“No means no. Now get a decent sleep, we’ll talk tomorrow, I love you 3000 honey.” My dad stops me from talking any longer. He grabs my head kissing the top of it a bit longer than he usually does. “I will protect you as long as I can dove.” He messes up my hair before walking out. I sat down on my bed exhaling the breath I was holding in. He’s really not going to like me if he finds out about me training.

“Oh there she is late.” Loki exclaims. I exhaustingly walk into the training room, walking in with my black tights, and my black crop top.

“Shut up.” I grumble under my breath, I look at Loki as he stares intensely at me. “What?” I question nervously twirling my hair before grabbing my hair and putting it in a bun to try to keep out of my face.

“N-Nothing, I um.” Loki clears his throat. “Just thinking about what we were gonna get started with.” I lifted my brow at how difficult he was already being this morning.

“Well probably some stretches?” I ask radiating a soft smile, he gives me a slight cheerful smile back.

“Uh yes, that we definitely have to start out with that.” We start stretching for a bit. “Come on, really stretch the body love, here.” Loki walks over to me standing behind me grabbing my arm and holding it across my body to really stretch out my arms, but I caught my breath when he starts to hold me close, of course he wasn’t intentionally doing it, but he was so close I could barely bear it. His face was close to mine, If I turned my head at him at all we would be inches away. No come on I needed to train instead of trying to bang some type of God…. but oh hell would that be amaz- no come we’re not doing this. I shake my head slightly not even realizing he stepped away from me and was trying to grab hold of my attention.

“Alright first things first, some combat training. We’re going to start with just you hitting this, and then we’re actually going to combat, got it?” I nod my mouth still dry from the thoughts surrounding my head.

“Y-Yes, got it.” I rub my arms walking closer to the punching bag starting out from what I knew but Loki shook his head.

“See I’m not even a fighter really, and I know how to punch better than that.” He laughed as he stood behind me grabbing my hips. “Keep these straight, don’t strain them so much, you lose a lot of power when you do, your form is so far amazing with hitting but you’re losing all your stamina.” He grabs my hips keeping them still, he keeps them placed for a little longer before moving his hands awkwardly. “You’re a Stark, you can do this.” Loki starts teaching me how to punch, kick, and all of the above before we actually get started on hand to hand combat. “Alright” We both got on the training mat. I can already feel the soreness overtaking my body. “This will be a bit harder but I promise I’ll go easy on you okay?” I scoffed, cracking my knuckles trying to show off my competitive side.

“No please don’t I need to train.” Loki smirks getting into his ready position.

“If you say so, love.” I died a little bit inside knowing he was trying to distract me. Loki lunges forward at me grabbing my arm and flipping me over, damn I was already beat. “Hm so easy or not?” I groaned holding onto my side that he slammed me on the mat.

“Fuck you we’re doing this right.” I stand right back up dusting myself up. I lunge towards Loki and he once again does this a million others times until I start seeing his weak points, he always grabbed towards the same arm.

“You wanna stop?” He asked teasingly. I grunt, throwing my head back also looking at him smirking a bit.

“Hell no.” He lunges towards me again and as I was right going towards the same arm. I grab his other arm kicking his legs on balance until wrapping my legs around his dropping him down cradling him onto but barely inches to his face. I look into greenish blue eyes sucking in my breath as he does the same. I inch closer to his face right about to fully kiss this man I barely knew. “Oh Stark isn’t going to like this.” I jumped up off Loki, looking up to see Natasha. Fuck.

#loki laufeyson #loki x reader #avenegrs #tony stark daughter #y/n #x reader #thor #tony stark #scott lang #peter parker #pov #oneshot #series #age of ultron

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Teenage Dirtbag (Peter Parker x F!Reader) Part Two

a/n: yes i finally did it bitches, i think the first one will get more attention if i put out a better, second part. i might redo the first part at some point cus its kind of cringe and i wrote it a year ago. also, taking away reader's powers cause i cant find a logical explanation for her to even have any LMAO i really only gave her any because i wanted her to have a reason to be there when tony died but idk ill figure smth out OK IM DONE TALKING ENJOY READING

Part Three

pairing: peter parker x fem!stark!reader

warnings: cussing, math😧, reader simping for may if u squint

word count: 1.6k

Peter Parker. The absolute nerdiest nerd of Midtown. How did a Stark of all people notice him? She can't do math. And math was slightly important if you wanted to graduate high school, so she gratefully accepted Peter's invitation to help her pass.

She was hesitant to accept his offer, assuming he only wanted to help in an attempt to be closer to the oh so amazing Tony Stark. What was so amazing about him anyway? Oh he's smart and wears metal, BOO HOO-

(Y/N) shook the thoughts dissing her own dad from her head as she jogged up the steps of Peter's apartment complex. Her backpack bounced against her back on every step, not that it was very full.

She had never talked to Peter much, they shared a couple classes and that was it. He was cute and smart but an outcast. She knew Flash bothered him for no reason and that he hung out with that kid- What was his name again? Bob? No, it definitely doesn't start with a b. It was some three letter name, but she couldn't exactly place i-

"No, Ned! She's literally on her way right now! I'm not lying dude! Take a pict-? No, that's so creepy! Don't you dare come over, I'll kill yo-" Peter's voice sounded muffled through the door, but not so muffled (Y/N) couldn't make out what he was saying.

Ned! That was it, she knew it was three letters, that's good enough. Trying to ignore the fact Peter was clearly talking about her, and way too loudly at that, she brought up her hand to ring the doorbell before stepping back.

"Oh my god, I'm hanging up idiot, she's here. Don't come over. Goodbye- Yes, I'll tell you what happens- GOODBYE!"

(Y/N) grinned, leaning over slightly to hide her smile. This guy was adorable.

Said guy opened the door with a nervous grin. "Heyy, you made it, ah, come on in." She nodded, walking past him. He had a nice apartment, real homey.

"Do you- live here alone?" She asked, turning around.

He laughed, not out of humor, more of a filler laugh. "No, I live with my aunt, she's working. Do you think- a fifteen year old could live alone?" He asked, a little concerned.

(Y/N) thought for a good few seconds, "Nah, just wondering. I like this place, it's cute." She smiled back at him, a genuine one. He didn't think she'd be so nice, standing silently in response.

She took the awkward silence as an invitation to continue speaking for him, "So, your room? Or do you want to do it on the couch?"

"Do w- do what?" he whispered, his jaw falling to his feet.

(Y/N) broke into full on hysterical laughing, throwing her head back at his reaction. "Oh my god, Parker! You're hilarious, man." She managed to get out between fits of laughter, slapping him on the shoulder.

He felt the wind get knocked out of him, his jaw still on the floor. "Uhm, the couch- yeah, couch is fine." Man, his voice broke a lot.

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"If 7 (y - 3) = 2 (y - 9) + 2y, what's the value of y?" Peter turned to (Y/N), watching her scribble down the equation on her loose piece of paper. She suddenly stopped, staring intently at the numbers on the page.

"Do you want hel-" "No."

Peter leaned back a bit, still looking over her shoulder, as she did nothing.

The numbers danced over the page, blurring into shapes in front of her. God, she hated numbers. Letters too, who the hell decided to put them together and torture children with them? She shook her head before looking at Peter with a sigh. "Yeah, yeah okay I want help." She mumbled, handing him the paper.

He chuckled lightly, "Well uh, I can't answer for you but first you have to simplify each side so it's not as scary, you know? So basically, taking it apart. First you look at 7 (y - 3), what's 7 x 3?"

'God, I hate this, please let someone throw a brick through that window to hit me right on the hea-'

"21. So, then you'd have 7y - 21, right?" She looked at Peter, praying she was right, and he didn't think she was some idiot.

"Yes, exactly!" He grinned, leaning over to write that down on the paper while (Y/N) let out a long sigh of relief. He was a good tutor, she'd have to pay him a good amount, not that it'd be hard. A cute tutor too, even with his weird interpretations of everything she said.

The door opening made both their heads snap in the direction of it, watching a- really pretty woman walk in? "Who's that...?" (Y/N) mumbled, staring at her with no shame.

"My.. aunt- why did you say it like that?" He asked quietly, looking back at the young Stark. "I didn't say it like anything, I was just asking." She retorted, looking back at him. "No, you were like 'Whooo'sss thaaaat?'" He did his best (Y/N) impression, earning a not so impressed look from his student.

She was a little impressed by his sudden confidence in talking to her, she wanted him to talk to her like that all the time, instead of being so nerv- Wait, what was she thinking, that's so weird to even think a-

"You brought home a girl, Peter?" The beautiful woman asked, setting a few groceries down on the counter.

Peter turned slightly red, closing some of the textbooks. "Uhm yeah Aunt May, I thought I told you I was helping a friend with homework." He clenched his jaw, staring wide eyed at his aunt.

"You didn't say it was a girl, a pretty one too." The older woman laughed, opening the fridge to put away some milk.

(Y/N) smiled at that, nudging Peter with her elbow. "I love your aun-" "Dude!" Peter whisper yelled, shoving some textbooks, that weren't even (Y/N)'s into her backpack and zipping it shut quickly.

"But uh- we were finishing up, right (Y/N)?"

The younger Stark sighed and nodded, "Yeah, my dad is texting me crazy anyway." She explained, opening her backpack to take her wallet out.

Peter quickly stood up, "Oh, it's free, I was just helping you out, you know, it wasn't a big deal-"

(Y/N) cut him off, shoving two twenties into his fidgeting hands. "We might not have finished that last problem, but you helped me finish almost every single one on that worksheet Parker. That's more than my dad has helped me with." She whispered the last part with a grin, "I'll see youuuuu.. next weekend? At that burger joint down the street?"

He didn't respond before she said goodbye to Aunt May and walked out the door.

He stared at the door with an open mouth before looking down at the money in his hands. "$40 bucks for a 35 minute tutoring session..?" He mumbled.

"I like her!" Aunt May exclaimed, also looking at the door with her hands on her hips. "You'd be adorable together; you should really shoot your shot Pete."

Peter gasped, gaping at his aunt. "It's not like that, you're so weird May." He dragged his hands down his face, groaning. "Come on, that's (Y/N) Stark! It's definitely like that. She seems really nice too, nicer than her dad seems at least. Also, she totally just asked you out."

"It's to do homework!" Peter defended, picking up the rest of the textbooks on the coffee table.

"And to eat. Which means it's a date."

"I- what?!" Peter gave up, dragging his feet to his room with a very red face.

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"What's his name?"

"Peter."

"His full name, (Y/N)."

"Sorry, I didn't ask for his middle name."

Tony sighed, rubbing his forehead. "If he's harmless, why won't you just tell me his name."

(Y/N) kept a straight face, staring down her dad. "Because you'll search him up and stalk him anyway. Like the last two guys I hung out with in the past like five years."

She sat on one of the stools at the counter, swirling a straw in her smoothie.

"What do I have to do to get you to just tell me?" He asked, leaning against the sink on the other side of the kitchen, facing her. She hummed, looking up.

"Tell me what that meeting was about, with the secretary of state." She said, looking back at him.

He groaned, "No, pick something else. I'll buy you 1,000 Honey Buns if I have to."

"Just tell me! It's not like I have anyone to talk to about it if you do, my lips are sealed." She held out her pinkie, leaning over. "You're my daughter, it's impossible for you to shut your mouth."

(Y/N) gasped in offense, dropping her hand onto the marble surface. "Fine, I'll bribe Steve, he tells me everything." She stuck out her tongue before hopping off the stool and leaving the kitchen with a huff.

"You better tell me that kid's name, don't make me look through your phone, young lady!" He yelled after her, before sighing and putting her empty cup in the sink.

a/n: ok its not even much better than the other one but its progress and oh boy this is gonna be a long series at this rate. and i changed the name cause the other one was weird and cringe

#peter parker x reader #marvel x reader #tony stark x daughter reader #peter parker x reader series #avengers x reader #peter parker x fem reader

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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'The Stark Legacy' Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x (OFC) Tony Stark's Daughter

Summary: Samantha Morgan Stark wasn't given a chance to be a real Stark after a tragic accident upended her family, but she becomes something so much more in her fight to be accepted by Tony again.

Steven Strange chose a different future, one that affects generations to come more than he could ever predict...

Series Warnings: canon-level violence, injury, self-experimentation, death, discussions of death, temporary child abandonment, age gap for implied romance (approx 30 chapters in), slow burn, glacial slow burn, time travel, Alternate Endgame, angst, angsty fluff, angsty romance, angsty action, more angst with plot, seriously epic tale, so more warnings per chapter. Rated Teen/Mature. 15+, please.

Book One: Reality

Storytime

Funeral

Safety

Christmas

Memory

Memorial

Lecture

Longing

Ghosts

Wedding

Plunge

Book Two: Mind

Waking

Deflection

Rusted

Judgment

Seventeen

Whisky

Test

Delight

Nourish

Under

Failure

Book Three: Power

Cryo

Daybreak

Compound

Capacity

Pigeons

Room

Logic

Furnace

Miss

Link

Strange

Human

Hallows

Team

Cuffs

Book Four: Time

Nine

Benatar

Sense

Garden

Benign

Mirror

Karma

Signal

Holding

Ground

Tables

Vultures

Homecoming

Book Five: Space

Book Six: Soul

[Main Masterlist]

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crazycookiecrumbles · 2 years

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How Parker Met Stark (3)

Masterlist

Pairings/Characters: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (Andrew Garfield’s Peter)

Warnings: Swearing, Tony being so annoying, upside-down kissing, Clint being just as annoying as Tony in a shorter amount of time.

Summary: Yet another prequel to my Hard Enough one-shot, and the fourth overall installation of my Crumble!Verse work Which is just an AU of my Stark!Verse:

Peter Parker was the last thing on your mind. All you could think about was Spider-Man, and, to be honest, it seemed like you were the only thing on his mind as well.

This is definitely post-college, adult Spider-Man

Your door sliding opening did not wake you. It was quiet, it was subtle, it let you sleep in peace. What did wake you up was your dad shouting ‘rise and shine, pumpkin’ as he waltzed into your room. You groaned in agony and brought the covers over your head as he came around your bed and sat down on the edge. He yanked the cover back while ordering Jarvis to open the blinds and let in all the sunlight. You hissed while he nonchalantly shoved sunglasses over your eyes.

“Do I smell coffee?” You mumbled as you debated on whether or not you could stomach sitting up.

“Black coffee, doughnuts, it’s the cure to any hangover,” Tony explained as he shoved a doughnut into your mouth and then forced coffee down your throat. Honestly, you were surprised you didn’t choke to death. Tony smirked in satisfaction to himself when, after a few seconds, you shrugged, nodded, and took both items from him like a little gremlin. He pushed the box closer to your after grabbing a doughnut for himself and continued on, “Feeling like shit, huh?”

“Yes,” you groaned. “How bad is the damage?”

“Well, Pepper’s dealing with the headlines talking about an Avenger accidentally knocking out an innocent person because she was so drunk, but Spider-Man saving you actually seems to be the bigger story.”

“Ugh, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Because you were saved by a dork in spandex?”

“No! Because I was a drunken, hot mess over a dweeb with a camera.”

Tony hummed, “Right, that Percival Porker from the gala.”

“Peter Parker, dad, I don’t know how you made that so difficult for yourself.”

“Whatever. Fuck that guy, Y/N. If he can’t see how amazing you are, he ain’t shit,” Tony explained to you as he grabbed another doughnut to inhale. “Besides, you seemed to have some serious doe eyes for Spider-Man last night.”

“What? No! No, I didn’t. I didn’t and don’t have doe eyes for Spider-Man.”

He howled with laughter, “Kid, I thought you were going to grab him and kiss him before he jumped off the side of the building.”

“I didn’t think you could see us —“

“I have cameras everywhere,” Tony replied. “And I watched the footage back this morning. You had a hard-on for the guy.”

“You are fucking psychotic.”

Tony scoffed, “I’m not psychotic. I’m simply well-aware.”

“The linguistic gymnastics you perform every time you speak is outstanding,” you mumbled under your breath as you chugged the black coffee before chasing it with another doughnut.

As you two were eating, your bedroom door opened once again. You barely looked to see who was there before Wanda and Natasha were in your bed. Natasha sat like a pretzel on top of the covers, arm reaching across Tony to grab a doughnut for herself. Wanda squeaked that it was ice cold in the room, so she dove onto your bed and pulled the comforter up over her shoulders which made you snicker.

“Kid sleeps in an ice box, you get used to it,” Tony shrugged. “And now that the estrogen outweighs my testosterone —“

“We outweigh you there too, Tony,” Natasha quipped.

“—I will be taking off. Good luck, ladies. I already tried telling her she’s got a boner for the the man that cums webbing, but she’s denying it.”

Tony leaned over to kiss you on the forehead before pushing the box of pastries onto your bed. He left the room while chugging his coffee and muttering that he should convince Bruce to make an actual spider-trap, partially for science, partially for fun.

Natasha raised an eyebrow in your direction as she passed the box to Wanda, who, like a little gremlin, quickly grabbed one and held it close to her mouth so she could stay with as much blanket on her as possible. Natasha was momentarily distracted away from you as she stared at Wanda, “Shouldn’t you be used to the cold given Sokovia’s climate?”

“Nope,” Wanda said with a shrug. “That’s not the point here. Y/N is attracted to Spider-Man.”

“My guess would’ve been Steve,” Natasha shrugged as she leaned on her elbow and ate her doughnut. “He does seem like he has a great body under that spandex. You’re clearly an ass gal.”

“And you know he’s very strong,” Wanda hummed. “And flexible, given what I’ve seen on the news.”

“Okay. What is this?” You sighed. “I thought you two thought me asking out Peter Parker was a good idea.”

“Oh, no, we definitely did, but then he rejected your date and you went full Stark-mode afterwards. The walls are up again, but you know who can climb them and into your pants? Spider-Man.”

“Natasha!” You hissed at the master assassin who grinned.

“What? I’m just saying, a casual fuck wouldn’t be so bad.”

You rolled your eyes, “Whatever. I bet he’d reject me too.”

“Get him close enough, I’ll read his mind and find out,” Wanda said as she stole your coffee and dunked her doughnut into it. You and Natasha stared at her in surprise, “What?”

“That’s a little evil for you,” you teased. “Next you’ll tell me his secret identity?”

“Ah, good point, it is a violation of privacy. Never mind, then,” Wanda chuckled.

“Fucking damn it,” you muttered under you breath and threw yourself back in bed. “Whatever. My love life is a joke, I’ll never see Peter Parker again, hopefully, and I’m attracted to a man in a mask.”

“See? Told you she’d admit it,” Natasha said, holding out her open palm to which Wanda placed a crisp $20 bill into.

You stared at them both, “I hate you fuckers so much.”

~*~

You decided to take it easy that day. You stayed in bed for awhile, avoided working out with Steve, who seemed to be letting you have an easy day anyway out of the kindness of his heart and the events of the day prior. You did some work in the lab with Bruce and Tony, not that you were much help, but distracting them from their work and acting like an absolute shitty toddler by moving their tools around seemed to be the best possible fun that day.

However, you felt it was safer for you to go out at night. Well, not safer as in statistically with crime, but safer as in least likely to be bothered by anyone. Dressed comfortably, you left the tower alone and walked around the city for a little while. You happened upon one of your favorite late night haunts, a place that specialized in Belgian-style fries.

You waited for your order, grabbed it, and since the place was so overcrowded, you went and leaned against the side of the building, just outside of the alleyway so as not to have a hint of garbage with your meal.

While you were eating, you were lost in your own world. You weren’t trying to sense for anybody around you, so someone sneaking up on you was easy and likely. You had casually glanced around, as you did every few minutes, but when you looked over your left shoulder, you nearly screamed when you were face to face with an upside-down spider mask.

In fact, your fries ended up on the grounded.

“Oops,” Spider-Man said after a few seconds of both of you staring at the fries. “That was not on purpose, just saying.”

You steadied your breathing for multiple reasons. One, he scared the shit out of you. Two, you didn’t expect to run into Spider-Man ( a single girl hoped, but didn’t think it would happen); and three, you weren’t all dolled up ready to impress. You were comfortable, casual, and were not on your A-game for flirting.

Then again, you weren’t on your A-Game last night when you were drunk.

“Spider-Man,” you began cautiously. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, you know, I was in the neighborhood, just swinging around, thought I’d check up on you” he replied. “Sorry about the frites. If it’s any consolation, they smelled great.”

You sighed heavily, “Thanks. Um…” you stared at him wondering what to do next. You weren’t prepared for this! You couldn’t even see his face to get any sort of social feedback from him. “I guess I’ll just go —“

“You’re gorgeous,” he blurted out so suddenly that you were frozen as you stared at him. “Sorry. I had to say it. I didn’t want to say it last night — I mean, I did, but you were drunk, so it felt weird if I told you that. It gave me the ick thinking about it. Not that you give me the ick. You give me the opposite of the ick. The ‘ugh’, as in ‘ugh, she’s so beautiful’ sort of thing. I’m digging myself a hole, aren’t I? This did not go according to plan. Can I start again? Hi, I’m Spider-Man, and I think you’re stunning.”

Who the fuck was this guy?

What sort of costumed superhero just casually hangs upside down beside someone, makes them lose their fries, then compliments them in the most awkward and endearing way possible. What were you supposed to do with this? How could one possibly have any way to react to this? Were you just supposed to tell him that you thought his spandex made him look sexy and —

“I like your gimp suit,” you blurted out.

Jesus fucking Christ.

You listened to him chuckle, watching as he slowly lowered himself more until eyes were perfectly level with yours, “I’d really like to kiss you, Ms. Stark.”

Your throat went dry, “Me? Spider-Man wants to kiss me?”

“If you’d let him,” he replied smoothly.

What was happening! Why did it suddenly feel like Spider-Man was you, and you were Peter whenever you flirted with him? Your heart was racing, your forehead was sweating, and your throat was so dry you thought you were going to choke yourself in anticipation. You squeaked as your arm came up so you could wipe your greasy, fry-tasting lips with the sleeve of your hoodie.

Spider-Man chuckled, “May I?”

“Okay,” you nodded urgently. “But you’re upside down, so, like ,how are you gonna —“

“Patience, Ms. Stark. I’ve got you,” Spider-Man said cooly as he lowered himself just a little more so his lips were level to yours. He lowered his mask just above his top lip before leaning towards you. Carefully, you leaned just a little bit closer until your lips were touching. You, for once, were shy, awkward, I mean, you’d never kissed a superhero before and you were one. Now you were kissing a masked man upside down? It was insane.

But, you were into it.

He hummed into the kiss as you gently cupped his face for stability. Your lips parted and you could feel the teasing sweep of his tongue against them before he chuckled and nipped your lip.

What was this fire you were feeling inside? Oh, yes, falling immediately into a probably unhealthy obsession with a masked man just based on his kissing ability alone. Is that what kissing people you were interested in should’ve been like all this time, that instant fire and feeling like you were floating in the clouds? Or was this simply crippling anxiety coupled with the act of faux-arrogance melting away?

You pulled away with a string of saliva connecting the two of you until it popped. You exhaled slowly, your hand coming up to rest over your heart as you reluctantly let go of his face, “Oh, wow,” you breathed.

“Wowza,” he hummed, suddenly sinking more and more until he unceremoniously snapped off his own web and fell on the ground.

He groaned as he lay on the ground in a heap before jumping up to his feet again and towering over you. Spider-Man moved closer towards you, head tilting down and to the side as he studied you. You held your breath as you gazed up at him and wondered what more he wanted from you.

“You’re more amazing than a guy could ever imagine, Ms. Stark,” he hummed as he fixed his mask and lowered it once more. “Why don’t we —“ suddenly his head snapped to the side as his spider senses began to tingle. “I have to go. We’ll pick this up again,” his hand came to gingerly hold your chin affectionately as he shot a web to the building with his other hand. “Stay safe for me.”

You watched him effortlessly leap into the air and swing away towards the danger. Your legs were like jelly as you slipped backwards a little and leaned against the wall for support. Was Spider-Man always this smooth? Who gave the man the right to be that smooth at all?

~*~

Meanwhile, the second he felt like he was far enough away, Spider-Man screamed in delight. He still had it in him! He was shocked! Then again, it was always so much easier to act out his desires and throw all caution to the wind and release his inhibitions. No one would see the dorky Peter Parker and see how much of a dweeb he actually was. They saw a hero, the cool, heroic, funny guy that was Spider-Man. This was so much easier, and considering he thoroughly blew it with you in the supermarket, this was his only remaining chance with you, and it seemed to be working wonderfully.

~*~

Upon returning to the tower, you ignored the sounds of Sam and Steve arguing over the original release date of Snow White in theaters. You didn’t care. You were floating as you shuffled your way to the kitchen, opened the freezer, and grabbed your favorite pint of ice cream. When you turned around, you screamed seeing Clint standing right behind you, eyes narrowed as he studied you closely. However, you were so frightened by him that you squeezed the carton, and with your powers, made the ice cream explode over the both of you.

Clint’s eyes remained narrowed as he grabbed a chunk of the ice cream off of his shoulder and ate it, “Did you get laid?”

“What? No.”

“You’re glowing and totally didn’t see me coming,” he pointed out. “What happened?”

“Nothing!”

“You also forgot my fries.”

“Clint—“

“You have to tell me or I’m going to tell Steve you had a sex dream about taking his virginity when you two first met,” Clint whispered.

“I will end you,” you growled. “Fine. Don’t say anything, okay?”

“I won’t, scout’s honor. I mean, I wasn’t a scout. I was a filthy carnie, but you get the idea of it. What’s up?”

“I kissed Spider-Man.”

Clint balked, the ice cream dripping down the both of your faces as he screamed, “You kissed Spider-Man!?”

A few seconds later, you heard your father’s voice over the intercom system, “My kid did what?! Wow, I’m so proud!”

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BAAOA -Part 1 (The Meet)

Characters: Y/N, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, and Vision

Synopsis: Meeting the Earth’s Mightiest Hero’s

Warnings: The bold letters are the readers thoughts. Otherwise, none?

Word Count: 933 (Thought this would be longer)

a/n: Also, Gifs aren’t mine.

You sneak behind the door

“Y/n, here’s no point in trying to hide I know it's you“ Tony said

Not coming out of your hiding place nor responding you sneak deeper into the poorly lit hallway suddenly bumping into someone

Your eyes widen turning around quickly to try and cancel out the noise but its already too late

“ooof“

You hear the figure say

“shhh“ you whispered as quietly as you could holding your index finger to your mouth

“Y/N you don’t actually believe you can scare me, right?“ Tony says his voice getting closer

“So i’m guessing your Y/n??“

You put your hand up to their mouth

“mmm!“

Holding his arms out in surrender “MMK“

“nice try, Y/N“ you heard a stern voice from behind you say

“Uggghhh so close“ you say annoyed, glaring at the person in front of you

You turn around and smile genuinely happy just annoyed that you couldn't surprise him

“TONY!!!!“ you hug him

“Hey kiddo“ he says spinning you around

“You have a kid?!?”

Both of you turn around forgetting there’s somebody else in the room.

You glare at him while Tony introduces you guys

“Y/n, this is Sam Wilson“ he says

“Wilson, this is y/n”

“Your kid??!!” Sam says utterly bemused

“My niece“ Tony clarifies

“ouch“ you scoffed trying not to laugh

“you didn't let me finish“ he says pretending to be annoyed

“Sorry continue great sir“ You bow mockingly

He turns serious facing Sam “She’s like a daughter to me and we all know what a flirt you are but hurt her and you're in trouble with me.”

“Got it“ Sam says

“He's joking” you say as Tony walks away but turns back when he realizes you aren’t behind him

“I can kick your ass myself” you say walking toward Tony but turning back to look at Sam

“Got it“ Sam says surrendering with his hands up

The Next Day

“So you ready to meet the team?“ Tony asks you outside the door of the conference room

“Ye-Yeah“ you say, your breath shaking

Tony looks at you concerned

“You know, we can do this another time.You don’t have to meet earth's mightiest heroes when you know Iron Man.“

You smile

What if they hate me? What if they laugh at me?

“Look, for what it's worth you’re one of my favorite people“ he says as if reading your mind

“That’s because you have to, we’re family“ you laugh the tension in your chest easing a bit

“What’s that got to do with anything?“ he says raising an eyebrow

“Ok i’ll give you that one“ a small smile appearing on your face

“You ready?“

You take a deep breath in

“yeah, let’s do this“

“Plus, even you should know that even if we weren’t family I have very high standards“ he says looking back at you and opening the conference room door

You laugh, finally feeling the clenching hand on your chest let go. Still nervous but not anxious you walk into the conference room and turn to face the team as you hear Tony say

“Guys I called this meeting because there’s someone I want you to meet“

All the conversation stop and all eyes turn to Tony but he looks at you

Breathe

“Hi” you say making all eyes turn to you

“Y/n!!“ you hear a familiar voice say

“Sam“ you say glaring at him jokingly

“Is that your name?“ a girl says smiling, helping you feel at ease

“Yeah, my name is y/n. I’m Tony’s niece. My mother was his sister.“

“You had a sister?“ You hear another girl say with her arms crossed, making her look intimidating

“Yes geez, I don’t have to tell you guys everything. Just wanted to introduce her because she’ll be staying with us“

“Well, I’m Wanda“ says the girl who’s smile put you at ease

“Steve Rogers“ you hear a guy with dirty blonde hair say

“Name’s Natasha Romanoff“

“Vision“

“and your friend Sam, of course“

You laugh

“How do you guys know each other?“ you hear Steve and Nat say

“Sorry don’t take it personally, if you couldn’t tell from before Nat likes knowing everything but Steve’s just curious“ Wanda says

“Its okay, We actually met yesterday“ you say

“Yeah I was walking in the hallway yesterday all peaceful when I was suddenly attacked“ Sam says

You roll your eyes unable to contain the chuckle that escapes

“Oh so its like that”

“Just being honest“ he says holing his hands up and shrugging his shoulders, feigning innocence

“I was trying to surprise Tony when this annoying voice alerted Tony of my presence“

“Well this competition ought to be fun“ Tony says rolling his eyes

Steve chuckles shaking his head and Nat smirks

“Before I forget kiddo there one other person who you haven’t met“

You look at him waiting for him to continue

“Sergeant James Barnes, he’s on assignment right now so you won’t get to meet him till later“ Tony says

“Or ever, considering how much he likes to spends his alone“ Sam says

“Where is she gonna sleep, Tony?“ Vision says

Tony let you slept at a hotel last night knowing how useless it would be to argue with you

“There’s a spare room on the first floor“

“but if you want top floor i’ll trade with you“ Wanda says

“Is it really the first floor if the floor is still above other floors?“ Vision asks lost in thought

They both look at you questioningly

“It's okay i’ll take the first floor“

Here goes nothing

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bring him home | stark!reader board

all images apart from the middle are from pinterest, i do not own any of them. also please someone make a better one

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Scar Series

It wasn't like he didn't want her, he never wanted to leave her side. But he couldn't have her. It wasn't like he wasn't proud of her, praised her for almost everything she did. But she did some bad things. He wasn't ashamed of her, hell there were moments where he wanted to take her to those big galas just to show her off to everyone. But he couldn't because no could know about her. No one was supposed to know about her. Now everyone knows about her. He knows about her. How in the hell did this happen?

Tony Stark karma finally caught up with the super playboy. Actually, it caught up about 17 years ago with Alice Blut Stark his daughter.For the past 10 to 11 years Tony has kept her well hidden away from everything away from the world.Only three other people knew about Alice, Pepper, Happy, and Rhody, and only one of them have actually met her, Rhody. Alice was left clueless to most things in the world homeschooled by an AI and Tony Stark himself. Alice was left clueless about many things she probably should have known thanks to her dad but Alice was coming out of hiding getting everyone's attention and I mean everyone's attention from the News to social media from S.H.I.E.L.D to Hydra.

Alice Blut Stark is Tony Stark's daughter and everyone wants her.

Pairing Loki X Oc! Alice Stark

Chapter 1 - Daughter

Chapter 2 - Decisions, Decisions

Chapter 3 - Good Father

Chapter 4 - Here

Chapter 5 - I got a Question

Chapter 6 - Show me, please

Chapter 7 - Rule one

Chapter 8 - Director Fury

Chapter 9 - He's Back

Chapter 10 - Loki

Chapter 11 - Micheif & Devious

Chapter 12 - I've got the Magic

Chapter 13 - Tonight

Chapter 14 - Bruce

Chapter 15 - Somewhere else

Chapter 16 - Balcony

Chapter 17 - Lilly

Chapter 18 -Cuts

Chapter 19- I kissed a God

Chapter 20 - And I liked it

Chapter 21 - Taste Of Fruit

Chapter 22 - His room

Chapter 23 - Uninvited

Chapter 24- Hello again

Chapter 25- Strike Two

Chapter 26- Going Back

Chapter 27- Alone

Chapter 28-

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Assassin Born From Fire - Part One

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warnings: Mention of behind held at gunpoint, torture, mention of death, trauma, blood, injuries, swearing

Summary: It's not easy to live a double life at a facility that wants to use you to get people killed when one part of you loves to, and the other one hates it.

Word Count: 6.4k

Series Masterlist: Here!

~~Part One~~

The only thing that made you terrified was yourself.

Not the way you were, or the way you looked, or the idea of you having the powers of a thousand suns, but the change. How you could go from being a terrified child to a killer without a warning.

It scared the shit out of you every time you woke up and the memories floated back to the surface to give you one more sleepless night. Every time a mission was being put your way, it often ended that way if it wasn't something simple. It was almost never something simple.

The thing that was even more terrifying was that there was absolute nothing you could do about it.

It was those changes that made you the ultimate weapon for others to use as their own, but at the same time it made you the weakest of all warriors. You could kill without thinking twice, or you could crumble to pieces. That was the reason why you never got out on a mission by yourself, why someone held you under constant guard at all times. There was not a point when someone wasn't watching every step you took, every decision you made or every breakdown you had.

You were never alone, but still felt lonely at all times.

Although that was the case not even torturing the scared part of you was enough to keep you doing the job. There was no part of you that could do such a thing. It didn't matter that they had handed you a gun, pointed at a man and ordered you to kill him. After hours of being beaten and left in the dark for not listening to orders you couldn't bring that side of you forward when you had control.

You couldn't do it.

You couldn't kill.

Your reality was a maze of emotions that you gladly avoided. Some days nothing made sense and you just wanted to escape everything, just for it to turn around on one foot and you changed completely. You wanted to prove a point that was hidden in the mist. There was a darkness inside that grew for every time you pulled yourself through a mission and succeeded. But, when the other side of you was triggered, everything fell back to zero.

The first times it had happened you had been curling into a ball, or singing silently to yourself in a corner. Those had been failed attempts to calm yourself down and take you back to the times of smiles and laughter to avoid the stern looks and the radiating pain. Other times you would stare into the wall in waiting for something to happen to get your mind thinking. That didn't happen way too often though. But as the years passed you got used to it. The guilt after every mission she had succeeded with because she never failed.

The scarred child had grown up to a woman that hadn't changed. You had learned, but never changed. You could never in your life kill someone, but you would follow all other orders. If it was going undercover and infiltrating a system, or if it was to interrogate a prisoner. You would do it. Torture someone for days, or weeks, to get them to follow orders that higher ranks had been given them. You would do it. Sit for hours and listen to the screams of children as they were being put into such trauma that most of them died. You could endure.

Everything but killing.

It was a weird thing. To, for a moment, feel like you were a good person that just did your job, that followed your orders. That was the way it had always been and there was no reason for it to change when you got older. But to suddenly turn into a killer that didn't think twice. That made your head spin and nausea hit you without a second thought. How could such a thing freak you out when you had fought agents of all kinds? How could a slight change in your own personality make you want to cry when you had endured so much the past years?

If they wanted someone dead, they needed the other half. The uncontrollable half. The half that could kill anyone at any point. The half that you were terrified of. The half that left you with pieces that you needed to pick up and put together as best you could on your own. The half that returned whenever she felt like it was her time to shine. The half that they loved, because she had no stopping her.

When she took over it was like everything was a game and nothing mattered but the killing and the chaos. To see things getting destroyed and blown up was like a party for that half. When people screamed because of pain she laughed and you remembered that feeling. To feel happy and delighted by someone's pain, and it hurts even more than watching three year old's being tested on. She loved to take over and show her face. But for you, it was terrifying.

They didn't care about you enough to help you endure the aftermath of being locked up with your own thoughts. The only thing they cared about was getting through with their plans that you only knew the third part of, and they were never clear what exactly was expected. To ask questions was properly handled with different methods, whether it was being starved or burnt from the inside or ripped apart by blades was always a surprise to not look forward to. Simple enough, they threw you into a cell after the killing was done, letting you sleep for a day or two before you were yourself again. When that was done you either spent weeks alone in the dark, trained with guards or were being handed missions that didn't require killing. That was until they needed her.

If they needed that other part they could trigger it in a matter of seconds, and they knew that there was a risk of them dying every time, but it was worth it. According to them. According to you? It was a nightmare.

A nightmare that never ended, and the only way to escape for just a little bit was to either let the destruction follow or follow orders. If none of those were possible you would ask for some time to train your skills under supervision. Sometimes you were lucky and got to train for as long as you wished, and other times you got nothing but spit in the face back. During the long winter nights in a stone cell, where your only roommates were blood puddles that weren't all yours and rats that sometimes crawled across your body during the night, you often found yourself in a thinking space that left you feeling empty.

Today was such a day.

You had been locked up for what seemed to be two days with only two cups of water and some bread to keep you occupied. Several times you had asked for the opportunity to go train, but had been neglected every time, no one cared to hear your plea. Even if you couldn't tell time, you were pretty sure it had been two days from what you heard of the change of guards outside. Every third hour they changed guards, that was something you had picked up during a meeting several years from now. With that information you were able to tell the time, at least some of the times. After hours of being drugged to sleep you had no idea how many days had passed by, and you could only make guesses. Same when you slept because you chose to. Guards always stood right outside. Keeping you looked over if a less pleasant part came into view.

The door screeched open, but you kept your eyes slightly closed when the light from the hall hit your face. You hugged your knees to keep the little warmth that you could gather as your head was leaned back against the wall behind you. Footsteps came closer, one person, carrying the usual weapons of a guard, which included both a gun and a taser for long distance and if an attacker got close enough. Even if you couldn't hear it you knew that the guard was holding a needle in one of his hands that he probably held behind his back. But you kept your eyes closed, knowing that it was just a guard. You had heard it enough times to pick up if something were to be different from the usual, and if it was you were always prepared. After years of training and discipline you could perform hand to hand combat with blind eyes.

It was easy to tell which ones were guards and who were directors. Mainly because directors always announced their presence to get everyone saluting them, but also because guards sounded more when they walked with their uniforms and weapons. Never have you heard an intruder who came long enough to get into the cells and escape alive. They simply couldn't. That was one thing you knew from trying to escape several times during your time spent in this prison of a home. Like the first time when you had--

A hand grabbed over your arm and you snapped your eyes open, meeting the guard's. His brown eyes were capturing, his jaw sharp and clenched from what it looked like and his blonde hair was slicked back over his head. You had never seen the guard before.

He had never met you either because he thought you were sleeping. As he jumped back in surprise you chuckled deep in your throat. You couldn't count how many times that had happened when new guards had been getting the mission to take you somewhere or deliver something to you. It always worked. That was the funny part. Two other guards from outside scrambled inside and picked you up from the floor, keeping you standing by grasping your arms. You knew both of them. One being the general for your department from what you had heard, and the other one of the usual with his sparkling blue eyes, making you think of water. That's why you called him Water-boy every time you got the chance, and the best part was how offended he looked when you mentioned your nickname for him. Their gloves left marks that would sit for a few hours after this, but it was nothing that hurt you anymore. You grinned from ear to ear.

Both of the guards had their weapons ready to be drawn, not knowing which part had woken up. The first guard stepped in front of you, staring down at you where you stood grinning like an idiot while biting your tongue, still thinking how you had scared him. How he had been ready for the other half to be the one he had approached, and the way he had almost dropped his face in the thought of meeting her without a weapon in hand. That was a show if anything. That actually might be the only thing you could like about that half, that everyone kept their distance and gave you space. That it was because of fear was more of an unpleasant detail, but it didn't matter to you anyways. You'd rather them to fear you than to underestimate you.

You let yourself memorize his face, just like you had done with everyone else. His nose that looked like it had been broken one too many times. Eyebrows plucked uneven, leaving the right one a little thicker than the other, just so slightly. The way his brown eyes turned serious the moment he stared down at you, trying to scare you with his stare.

This one was new. Interesting.

He looked at the two guards holding you and when they nodded for him to proceed he picked up a flashlight from his pocket. The new guard forcefully opened your right eye and put the light into your eye. It stung as usual, but it didn't hurt like it used to. Just as he stared into your eye you suddenly moved towards him and he jumped once more. He was tense in his entire body and it made you chuckle under your breath, the two guards beside you just holding tightly before motioning for the guard to continue. They didn't have all day standing here holding you in their arms when they had a whole facility to watch over. After he checked the other eye he nodded and both guards let go of you. Making you let out a sigh through your nose so they wouldn't hear it.

"You are very lucky today," the new guard spoke in a harsh tone.

"Is it my birthday or something?" you raised an eyebrow.

You actually didn't know when your birthday was, date or month or year was oblivious to you, but you knew that when the day came you got beaten. That was at least what they told you at the facility. 'It's your birthday today, you're very lucky', and then they kicked your ass without you being able to do anything about it. You had nothing else to believe, so you tried your best to count the days, see the temperature changes and maybe figure out at least a month. You had tried for nothing, because as the years passed you lost count on everything and all turned into a tornado that was too much of a battle to take care of for the moment.

One step at the time.

"Not that lucky," the guard from your left muttered, having been one of those who had delivered a yearly bruise over your eye.

"You're meeting with the head director. He has a mission for you," the first guard continued, ignoring the muttering from his coworker.

"Lucky me," you mumbled loud enough for the guards to hear the sarcasm covering your tone.

Water-boy glanced your way with a raised eyebrow, while the others just looked at you like you were insane. Even if it might be the case, you continued to stare down the newbie, making him feel as uneasy as you could by just being in your presence. The general was so used to seeing your gazes that he didn't even care about it, and instead sighed loudly at his time running away from him. New guard boy turned on the spot before one more of your comments entered the room, and he walked out into the dimly lit hallway. For a second you hesitated, but it was enough for the general to get impatient, so he grabbed your arm and launched you out into the corridor. If you only could fight back you would, but with your powers bound there was no use since the corridor outside was full with dozens of guards. You could never fight so many of them. Instead you followed the new guard and held your head high, not letting the fear invade your system.

The corridor's walls were covered with, not only guards that stared you down, but also doors made out of the thickest iron and steel in the world. Nothing could get through them. As you let your gaze travel over the doors you silently prayed to a god that had never heard you before that those inside of those doors would be freed from this prison some day. You knew perfectly well that there was someone behind each and everyone of those doors that divided the ranks at the facility. They were all different kinds of people, all from small children from this world to the next, and there were elders that had given up on their life but had no choice but to continue fighting. At first when you had arrived here you had thought you were all alone and the only one that knew of this pain, but when the night fell and you heard the cries of pain you knew you were incorrect. There were others. People who got treated just as bad, if not worse, than you. So, every time you get the chance you let your heart get dedicated to them; to somehow save them mentally. Their cries were nothing that bothered you anymore. You just slept through them, and tried your best to not think about how those screams would haunt you for the rest of your short life.

At the end of the corridor the guard locked it up with his green eyeball as a security code, and the door clicked open. You had seen this door unlocked a million times, but it still made your heart jump when you saw the halls beyond. They were a familiar place to you that wasn't special in any way, but the way the cold always seemed to linger there even during the winter gave you goosebumps. The corridors made out of stone and steel to keep you away from reality led through the facility to get to the administration offices. Just because they changed their appearance didn't mean that they gave you less creeps than before. Not only did the general and Water-boy walk at your sides but you were followed by nine guards that walked in unison. On your way there you tried your best not to think about what the mission could be, but you had your suspicions. At the end of the hall that turned left and right a few times that you didn't need to count, you reached three elevators that got you out from the dungeons. Following the new guard you got inside with five other guards that you had seen before at some point, one of them being a woman with an ugly scar that leaped from her forehead, through her eye and down to her chin. Making her blind in the right eye. Still, she fought with her other senses, which made her just as good as anyone else.

Your gut turned as you felt yourself going up, and even as it had happened so many times before you felt your knees buckle and if it hadn't been for the general and Water-boy you would've fallen to the floor. The walls in the elevator were made out of glass, which gave you the opportunity to look at the passing corridors. One being a familiar one. The way up you passed the medical bay where you could spot a man with an open wound screaming for help he didn't get. He had not been given any painkillers and you knew that he wouldn't be given anything any time soon. Either he would die by bleeding out, or he would die later by an infection. If he was strong he might survive a little longer, but from the way you could see his lungs from just a second of passing by made you realize that it would not happen. It was nothing you hadn't seen before, but it still aches in your chest, even if you keep staring without letting them know that the feelings are flattering around inside. They could never know your weakest point. That was a request for trouble, and them thinking that you were slowly turning into the warrior they desired.

A few floors upwards you came to the halls of the laboratories where you had spent hours strapped to a bed while they took blood from your veins. People in lab coats paused as they saw who was going up, and their eyes grew wide. Whatever that meant was their own business. You didn't care what they thought about you, or what the rumors said. That you were a killer was not a surprise, you just wished they could see the difference between a killer and a victim. So, when an old man that had been haunting your nights as a child saw you without giving away his fear you grinned. Nobody noticed the quick interaction between the two of you, but you knew that he was onboard with what you had just indicated. In a day or two he would ask for more tests being taken from you, but you didn't regret it.

As you, finally, got to the administration floor, which was way more sophisticated than the rest of the facility. It was weird how every part of the building looked so incredibly different, from the dungeon's gray stone walls to the plywood walls of the office where the only colors were wooden and black. It looked just as much as a prison as the one you were kept in. As the doors to the elevator opened the leading guard walked out, almost knocking straight into one of the workers that were currently holding a lot of papers in his arms. All of them fell to the floor, but as he was about to complain, you stepped out and he closed his mouth. Your mouth corners twitched as he began picking up his papers while his round glasses were sitting askew at the bridge of his nose, his black hair messy and the brown eyes keeping a target that was the floor. From what you could determine from his appearance he looked like he was in his forties, but of course you could not know for sure. If you were honest you knew that you were one of the best to identify people in the branch, and nobody could say anything else. There was a reason why you went undercover most of the ones the facility had in their grasp.

The guards didn't stop until you had taken thirty-five steps forward, made one left turn and then taken fourteen steps more. The newbie knocked on a big double door that opened just as he took a step back. You knew that inside stood two guards keeping the director under constant coverage to make sure that he was safe from enemies. From enemies that had become mine just as well as his. All of you stepped inside the grand office with bookshelves covering one of the walls, with at least a hundred copies, and the other wall had a fireplace with a pair of leather armchairs in front. The fire was lit and sparkled in your eyes as you let your gaze linger there for a moment, before facing the wooden desk in the middle of the room. A man, that you knew all too well, sat behind it reading through papers, not looking up as you approached. He eyed his papers, picking out a few to place on his left, while most of them were replaced in a drawer he had opened on his right. The head director didn't look up as you left the guards saluting to sit down in one of the black leather chairs before the desk.

"Leave us," he ordered, the guards thinking twice.

You were never left alone.

Not even for a moment, and definitely not with the head director in your grasp.

"Are you understanding English, general?" the man in a gray suit asked, still looking through his paper and writing a few things down in a notebook beside him.

"Ye- yes," the impatient guard that had been showing no signs of weakness just a moment ago, stammered.

"Then, what did I say?"

His voice was like a knife that cut through the air. A smirk crossed my lips as I gazed at the guard, which only made him gulp and open his mouth without any words leaving him. It was laughable. That little power that the director had of everyone, the power that was all that needed to be reminded about to make someone shake in fear. It was hilarious.

"You said 'leave us'," he reported, his gaze averting to yours once more and you saw the anger linger behind his dilated pupils.

"And who is following orders around here?"

"Me," he sighed. "But, she--"

"Will not hurt me. She knows better. I guess you checked her before bringing her up," he let his gaze rise to the guard, making him sweat.

"Yes, sir," he gulped before he signaled to the rest of the guards to leave you alone with the director.

You grinned at the newbie before he turned and walked after the rest of the guards that had already left the office. The ones that had been keeping the director under guard also left, making the office suddenly turn incredibly silent as the door closed behind them. You wanted to laugh at the way the general had been nervously picking around his collar as if he couldn't breath, but instead you turned around to face the director. The man with brown hair, that slowly turned gray as his suit from aging, stood up and began to walk around his desk. His eyes were locked with yours, but you just stared him down without a flinch even though you wanted to curl up in a corner.

"You are getting a new mission today. The most important one in your career."

Career, you wanted to mutter, but instead you kept your silence and leaned yourself backwards, putting your hands behind your head to keep him talking. Either this would end in a reasonable mission that could give you something in return, or it would be a one-time thing that wouldn't give you shit. One of your eyebrows got raised as he chuckled and sat down at the front of his desk before you. He knew that you wouldn't go along with any missions willingly if there was a killing part. Still, if that was the case he would just bring her out and she would burn the whole world, not caring about anything else than the flames. His eyes were a little narrowed from the chuckle, his arms crossed over his chest, and the wrinkles across his face slowly smoothed.

"We need you to go undercover for us, get us intel and then report back here. At the end of the deal, you'll kill the target."

"I won't kill."

You answered quicker than he thought you would, taking him aback, but only for a second before a smirk covered his thin lips. It was three simple words that didn't like being heard by anyone, but you said them nonetheless. You didn't care about what he thought about that one weakness. The weakness that forced him to bring out the messier part of you if he wanted something done. When you began telling him that you wouldn't kill for him he had been beating you personally, but as the years passed he let others do it. Every time there was a beating when you refused. He just waited for you to break enough for him to not have to make you do as you were told through violence. It took his time.

"I know that, believe me," he chuckled and looked you straight in the eyes, burning into your orbs. "But this is different. This mission is special for you and your work here."

"Continue," you spoke as he paused.

"Is it interest I'm hearing?"

"Impatience," you corrected him without moving a muscle.

"Very well then. You will not be having any guards watching over you this time."

"What?"

It didn't mean to sound like you were surprised, but you couldn't hide it in your voice. You cursed yourself mentally afterwards when you saw the cold smile that crept over his wrinkly face. Long ago you had learned that surprise was enough for your enemy to know weakness. The easiest way to bring someone down was to use surprise against them, and even if you knew this better than anyone, this made you still let your chin drop. He clicked his tongue to make this more dramatic than what it actually was. A minute ticked down that felt like an hour. Was he seriously letting you out on a mission on your own? Without any guards watching you from a distance to make sure that you didn't try to flee. This was something new. And that meant that there was a catch. There was always a catch when it came to the director.

"It's too risky. We can't have you being discovered, and people sneaking too close to the Avengers Compound will raise suspicion."

"Avengers Compound?"

You had heard about the Avengers on several occasions during your time in imprisonment. They were the thing that stood between the facility and getting full power, but taking them out had been shown to be harder than they had first thought. It seemed like a new idea had arised, and you didn't like the sound of that for some reason. Other than them being complete assholes to the organization, you knew that one of their heroes had been the Winter Soldier. One of the strongest warriors from the facility. Made into the ultimate weapon with mind control and a code to make him do anything. It had been an experiment that had been prepared to be done to others. You included. Sadly it never did.

"You will go undercover as an intern there, and find everything we want to know about their plans, and how much they know of us. You will be there for as long as needed, and we have found a place for you to live during your time there since coming back here every day might be a bit of a journey."

It sounded reasonable, but you didn't trust this yet. Something was not adding up to you. If you were just getting inside as an intern to find information, then why would you need to kill? There was no reason if the only thing he looked for was facts, because that was something you could gather easily.

"So, what do you say?" he asked as you stared at him, drowning in your thoughts.

You looked him in the eyes, knowing there was something he didn't say. Something he was hiding to make this mission easier, and hiding things that you might want to know was never a good idea. You would find the clues to his secrets and find out what he was keeping away from you to keep his ship sailing. Secrets were nothing you had ever appreciated. But at the same time this mission was the first one you would go out on your own. Something you had dreamed to be able to do since the first one you ever went to. After failure and successes you had never gotten this big of an opportunity, and that was something new, something that you wished for. To wish for things here was not a wise choice in life. But you had nothing to lose except for your life, and that was not much to keep protected in the first place. The freedom of being alone in the real world was calling your name, and it made the decision even harder to make.

"How will I report back here if I won't be seeing you any time soon?"

"Simple," the man spoke and got back to his side of the desk.

Phones would've been the easy answer, but they were traceable. The facility never worked with things that were traceable. Too risky. You leaned forwards with your elbows on your knees as you glanced his way. He opened a drawer and pulled out a small little metallic device that was round with an octopus on the top. You felt a chill run down your spine, but he still handed the device your way. Without thinking twice you took it from him. The metal felt cold in your warm hands as you looked at it while the man explained.

"You just simply push the button at the right side and you will call my office," as he said this you pushed the bottom and a similar looking device beeped at his desk. He placed his finger across the octopus and a hologram appeared over it showing your face and half your upper body, currently looking at something. It scared you seeing that face, making you gasp and throw the device across the desk. You could imagine him smiling, not reaching his eyes, but your gaze was trapped at the hologram.

The device landed before the man and he appeared on the other device as well, the one you were staring down. You gasped slightly at how detailed it was, showing all in such a close up that it was impossible to miss out on something. When you gazed back at the one you had been holding it now also showed a hologram, you. It showed both ways. You stood up from the chair and walked around the one that had been on his desk in the first place, but it still showed you. It was showing in all directions. Showing everything with a pulse and warmth to it.

"Something wrong?" he asked, and you felt a sting at the back of your neck.

"No, everything's fine. Who am I assigned to kill?"

He seemed surprised by the question, showing by his body stiffening a little bit, short enough for someone with an untrained eye to look through, but for you. It was clear that he thought you would actually do it. He should know better than that at this point in your deal. The thought of your freedom didn't make you spin that far away. You didn't kill, but followed all other orders without questions. That was the deal for you to keep this little part of yourself standing.

"Tony Stark."

"Iron Man?"

Even here you knew who the famous Tony Stark was. The richest man in all of the United States, might even be the whole world. You had just heard him during a few meetings during brief conversation, and at some point you had gotten your hands on a file about him that you just read the first page off.

"Yes, Iron Man. The one owning the Avengers Facility, or compound, or whatever they wanna call that stone block. I need him gone for my project to be complete. It's your mission to get him out of my way so I can continue without having to worry about him disturbing me."

He sounded bitter. Not focused on what you would say at the moment, giving you the perfect opportunity to slink in a simple question that you hoped wouldn't raise any suspicion.

"And what's your project?"

Somewhere you knew that you wouldn't get an answer to that question, but you still wanted him to tell you more. Maybe you could get him to crack what he was hiding, if only for a moment so that you could read his feelings. This game was being played well from his side, but you needed to win. For once, you needed to win to know if it was worth it.

If the freedom was worth it.

This might be the mission of your lifetime, just as he had spoken. You hated that truth, and you hoped for all your life that it was a lie, even if you knew that it wasn't. This would determine your whole future here. If it went well you would be treated with respect, and might even rise in the ranks for the first time in several years. There was also a possibility that you would fail the director, which would leave him with no choice but to put you down once again.

Just as he had done a million times before.

"Stupid question," he simply spoke before a burning pain ran through your body, before you got a moment to read anything from his body language.

From the randomness of the lightning that spread across your body you fell down to your knees, letting out a yelp in pain. You didn't mean for the sudden scream to erupt from within, but being unprepared for your blood being boiled from within, hurt more than you could remember. If you had been prepared you would've been able to hold in the screams for at least a minute before the tingling would've gotten to you. There was no way you could ignore the pain that pierced your skin when it came out of nowhere. It streamed up and down your body, thousands of nails biting at your skin, trying to poke a hole into it. Your hands turned into fists that you lost the feeling of first. The numbness traveling up your arms. Your screams echoed through the administration offices, but no one cared. The ones that bothered to stop for a moment didn't try to find you. There was never someone looking.

"Are you ready for the mission, assassin?"

The question was hard to hear when the only thing in your ears was beeps and crackling, and the burning of your own skin crawling across you, eating at your brain. Still, you could hear the words as if they were being told straight into your head. There was no way for you to handle the question and get up with an answer as your body twitched and you fell to the floor. Suddenly it stopped and you breathed for air, trying to collect yourself, and getting ready for one more zap. It didn't come. You were just laying there, defeated on the floor, and you tried to think through his question, but it had disappeared. If you didn't get up and said something he wanted to hear it would come back. Your skin burning in a way that you could never manage to do on your own.

So, instead of standing your ground to prove something that wasn't worth the time, you got up. You rose from the ground, slowly but surely as your body was harder to control. Being numb in your fingers, toes and calves made it impossible to get up completely on your feet. Instead, you looked up at him from beneath your hair that had been falling in your eyes. He had a smirk on his face, knowing that you would agree to this. You would follow through, even if you didn't kill him. You would find the information they needed and then they would let her escape. With heavy breaths you let your eyes gaze over to the hologram that showed a clear picture of the director that smirked your way. Knowing that he had defeated you once again, and that there was nothing you were going to do against it. Knowing this, you locked eyes with him through the hologram and let one word escape your lips.

"Always."

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