#wanda maximoff x OFC

[alotofpockets]

Cooking class | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You meet Wanda at a cooking class that she teaches.

A/n: A special thank you to @catasha, without your ideas I would not have been able to finish this fic!

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 2.8K

You recently discovered your love for cooking. You found it both relaxing and exhilarating, being able to add all these ingredients together to create a beautiful dish. Growing up your parents never really taught you how to cook, so you started by learning some cooking videos that you had seen online but the videos were general and not that fun, so you were searching for other ways to learn more cooking techniques. In your search for options you came across a cooking class taught by Wanda Maximoff, just a few blocks over.

When you entered the building you were in awe of the place. There were rows of stove tops, ovens and counters, all basked in sunlight from the floor to ceiling windows. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” The women that walked up to you said. “Yeah, it looks great. I love the way the light enters the space.” The woman nods in agreement. “Everything is so fancy here, I can’t wait to cook here.” Wanda smiles, “Oh, trust me, cooking here is amazing.” The woman answers. “Oh, have you taken classes here before?” In response she holds out her hand, you shake it with a confused look plastered on your face. “Wanda, nice to meet you.” That’s when the puzzle pieces click, you were talking to the owner of the place. “Oh, haha, well Wanda, you have a beautiful place here. I’m y/n.”

The first class starts, and after some quick introductions, Wanda starts telling you about what you will be learning during these few classes. You were going to start easy and work your way up to some more intricate dishes. You were going to be making a dish each week for the duration of the four week starters course. Today you were going to focus on some cutting techniques, since you will be using that throughout the whole course. 

Wanda shows everyone how to hold the knives and how to get the best results and tells you to try it out for yourselves on the carrots in front of you. She goes around the kitchen islands giving everyone pointers and compliments. The dish for this week's class was vegetable soup, which meant lots of veggies to be cut. When you were done with the carrots, you chopped up leeks, tomatoes, and parsley. All that was left to cut were the garlic gloves. You felt quite comfortable with your chopping skills after the carrots, Wanda noticed and gave you a compliment, “Nice work, y/n, keep it up!” 

You continued to make the soup step by step, as Wanda told you more about what each of the steps would do for the dish, taste, texture, etc. She was an amazing teacher, she explained not only with the end goal of a dish in mind but also transferred her knowledge on certain ingredients as well as in what different ways they could be used. You enjoyed your first class very much, and the soup you created was delicious. 

Next week you arrive at the kitchen again, not realizing that you were there a bit too early until you saw that Wanda was still setting up the counters. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was so early.” You say as Wanda looks over. “Don’t worry, darling, come on in.” You blush slightly at the nickname. “I was just setting up the ingredients for today’s class.” She smiles in your direction. “Need a hand?” You say as you place your bag in the corner, “I’m here now anyways.” Wanda is very grateful for the help as she started a bit late with setting up herself, she showed you what each cooking station needed and you got to work while continuing the conversation with her. You placed thyme, bay leaves, sugar, worcestershire sauce and a beef cube on every station, while Wanda distributed the beef, canned tomatoes, onion, garlic cloves, tomato paste, and a small block of parmesan cheese. 

The dish for today was a spaghetti bolognese, with the main focus for the class being the making of the sauce. Wanda started by letting you cut your onions and mince the garlic, like how she taught you in the previous class. Then step for step she walked you through making the bolognese sauce. You loved pasta dishes, at home you always made them with store bought pasta sauce but now that you knew this recipe you were for sure going to use it. It was so much richer in flavor, while the cooking time wasn’t even that much longer. 

Before ending the class, Wanda announced next week's plans. “Next week we are going to have a little friendly competition.You are all going to create a dip of your own choosing. Email me the ingredients you will need before Friday, and I will make sure that they are ready for you on your counters next week!”

You were searching through recipe books and recipes online for a dip that would really impress Wanda. Most of the dips you found looked good but were still pretty basic. A couple of days went by without any ideas and then it hit you, during one of your conversations Wanda had mentioned that she was from Sokovia. You immediately started searching for Sokovian recipes and found the perfect dip. However, you saw that it would take a bit longer than a regular dip to make, so you decided to ask Wanda if maybe you would be able to come in earlier to use the oven to prepare your main ingredient. Wanda let you know that it would be no problem, and that she would be there starting 1pm, so any time after that would work. When you got her message back, you sent her the list of ingredients that you would need for your dip. 

That Sunday you arrive forty minutes before the official start of the class. “Hi, y/n, how have you been?” Wanda asks with a smile. “Hey, Wanda, I’ve been well, thank you. How about yourself?” Wanda waves you in before answering, “I’ve been doing good, thanks. I put your ingredients on your station, so feel free to start whenever you’d like.” You sent her an appreciative smile. “Thank you, Wanda, I really appreciate this.” 

You start working on your dip. The beets you need for it had to go in the oven for thirty minutes and would have to cool down for another twenty before you could use them. You start by poking some holes in the beet with a fork, and put them in some foil, before putting them on a baking tray. You are so focussed on your preparations that you don’t hear Wanda approaching, who was previously getting some things from a back room. Once you’ve put the tray into the oven and look up you finally realize that she is standing there, leaning against one of the other counters, admiring the focus you had. You feel a blush making its way to your cheeks again but quickly cover it up by turning around and cleaning up some of the things you won’t need to use in the recipe anymore. 

After that all there was left to do was wait for the beets to bake. So, you decided to see if there was anything you could do to help Wanda prepare for the upcoming class. Together you set up the ingredients on the other stations, while you were asking Wanda questions about what got her started on cooking. You learned that her mother loved to cook, and that after she passed away when Wanda was younger. Wanda shared that she felt closest to her while she was cooking, which is how she got into cooking. You shared how you got into cooking, and wanting to learn more about her. The conversation flowed so easily you hadn’t noticed that half an hour had passed until the oven beeped. 

You take out the tray with beets and let them cool down on the counter. The conversation with Wanda not faltering while you walk around in the kitchen. Soon after the rest of the class walks in. Wanda greets everyone separately before starting the contest. “Alright, I’ve seen some delicious ingredients in your lists, and I cannot wait to try the dips you have come up with! Is everybody ready?” The class cheers. “Ready, set go!” Wanda jokes, she was having so much fun with the competition. She walked around the counters to see what everybody was working on, lingering a bit longer at your counter. You add some yogurt to your grated beets and stir the mixture together. To give the dip some extra flavor, you add some finely chopped garling, some pepper and a pinch of salt. Finally, to top it off, you chop up some spring onion and sprinkle it over the top of your Sokovian purple beetroot dip.

Everyone presents their dip to the class, and Wanda tastes all of them. You could see that she had some clear favorites, and got a little nervous for her to taste yours. Those nerves went away once you saw the sparkle in her eyes after she tried it. You give her a knowing smile, before she moves to the next counter. 

“You have all made some incredible dips, I am very impressed. I am also very proud of the creativity you all put into these recipes. However, there can only be one winner, and that is…” Wanda looks at all the dips in front of her, before picking up yours. “Y/n!” The class applauds, and congratulates you on your win. The class ends and everyone starts walking out. You clean up extra slow, hoping to spend some more time with Wanda. She notices and walks over, “So, did you pick a Sokovian dish to impress me?” You laugh, “Depends, did it work?” Wanda laughs with you. “It did, the flavor brought me right back to my childhood. I remember this dip being present on every birthday platter.” You smile as she talks about her connection with the dish that you made. “Yeah, I hoped to be a step ahead with the Sokovian origin but the dip actually tastes amazing.” 

“Hey y/n, if I’m out of line here, please let me know but I was wondering if maybe you would like to come over to my place and cook dinner together tonight?” Wanda looks up at you hesitantly. “Yeah, that sounds wonderful.” The corners of her lips perk up slightly, “Like as I date, I mean.” You place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “Yes, I would love that.” You exchange numbers so Wanda can send you her address. “Oh, and you can bring your dip, that way we can use it in the starter.” You tell her that you think that’s a great idea. “I’ll make some flatbread for it and then we can cook the main course together.”

A couple hours later, you make your way over to Wanda’s house. You ring the doorbell, and just seconds later Wanda opens the door. “Hi, y/n, come in. The flatbread is almost ready, and do you want a drink? Wine? Water? Oh, I can put on some music, maybe?” Your heart warms at the way Wanda is so clearly nervous rambling. You reach out your hand to take a hold of hers, in order to ground her. “I’ll have whatever you are having, and music sounds nice.” Wanda looks down at your hands, her cheeks flushed. The moment gets interrupted by the ding of the oven. “Oh, I have to get that.” Wanda says and rushes off, leaving you on the doorstep. You smile and shake your head, as you let yourself in and close the door behind you. While Wanda was in the kitchen, you walked around her living room, admiring the way she decorated the space. 

Wanda walks back into the living room with a tray in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. “You have a beautiful place, Wanda.” She thanks you as she places two wine glasses, and a platter with the flatbread down on the table. You place the beetroot dip next to them, and reach for the bottle of wine when Wanda walks to the side to turn on some music. You fill up the glasses and hand Wanda one when she walks back and sits down on the couch next to you. Wanda relaxes more as the conversation starts up.

You sip on your wine, as you enjoy your starter together before going to the kitchen with Wanda to cook the main course. You're cutting up some vegetables, while Wanda walks around gathering pots and pans, utensils, spices, and the rest of the ingredients. She moves behind you, placing a hand on your back, making sure that she wouldn't bump into you while you're holding a chef's knife. Instead the gentle touch just distracts you from the chopping, as a blush crept up your cheeks. Wanda does this a couple more times as she walks from side to side in the kitchen, noticing your flustered state every time her hand touches your back.

"Hey, Wands, how can I best cut these?" You say as you move onto the next vegetable. She tells you how she would cut them, and you give it a try. Failing at your first two attempts, not being used to holding the knife in that way. "Want me to show you?" Wanda offers. "Yes, please." You expected Wanda to take the knife from you as she reached out for it but instead she takes a hold of your hand, and moves her body to stand behind you. Your breath hitches, when Wanda says, "Follow my lead." next to your ear. She starts moving your hand in the motion of the cut besides the vegetable before you actually slice into the vegetable on your cutting board together. Focusing on the technique is nearly impossible with Wanda pressed against your back. "See, easy as that. Now you try." Wanda keeps standing behind you but leans to the side and puts her hand on the counter, looking over your shoulder. Though you had trouble focussing for a moment, you practiced the motion Wanda just showed you once besides the vegetable again, before you tried it for real. “Yeah, that’s it! Nice work.” Wanda compliments you. You look over at Wanda with a proud smile plastered on your face. She smiles back at you and leans in to place a soft kiss on your cheek. Your cheeks instantly redden. “I hope that was okay.” Wanda says nervously. You smile at her again, “It was more than okay, Wands.”

The dinner came along nicely, you made a great team in the kitchen. You were sipping on your wine and swaying to the music as you effortlessly danced around each other in the kitchen. Wanda set the table along with some candles. The food tasted amazing, you were so happy with how it turned out. 

You cleaned up the dishes together before it was time for you to go home. Wanda only lived a couple of blocks away, so after the few glasses of wine that you had had, you could easily walk home again. Wanda walked you to the door, plans for seeing each other next already made. “Hey, Wanda, I know this was only the first date but can I kiss you?” In response Wanda smiles and leans in. You meet her half way into a soft kiss. You smile into the kiss and feel Wanda doing the same, making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. On your walk home you can’t stop smiling. Once you enter your home, you text Wanda to let her know that you made it home safely.

Before the last cooking class the next Sunday, you had met up with Wanda many times again. You went on a picnic date on your day off, and enjoyed some snacks by the waterfront. Wanda joined you to try out one of your hobbies. Besides that you spend most evenings after work together, either watching a movie or just hanging out. When Sunday came around, it felt like you had known Wanda for years. When the class was over, you helped her clean up once again, and went home with her after another movie night. 

What you thought would be a one time cooking class to learn something new, turned into dating an incredible chef who would teach you all about it from the comfort of both your homes. Signing up for that class, had led to meeting your new favorite person, and you could not be happier.

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[hopelesslygaysstuff]

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[avengerscompound]

The Tower - Under the Table

The Tower - Under the Table

Series Masterlist

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 4585

Warnings:  smut (ten personal bixexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal fingering, anal sex, some use of powers, blindfolds)

Synopsis:  It’s Elly’s birthday, and after dinner the group have their own special kind of party game, one where they find out how well they know each other, and who can keep a good poker face.

Author’s Note:  Long time no update! I’ve been writing really slow at the moment.  But I am still doing these if you have requests.  This one was Requested by bubsanddoll21 on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.

Takes place between The Tower and The Holiday Special

Under the Table

In the early days of my relationship with the Avengers, it was a rare event that all of us had a meal together at a table.  Ten people at a table felt more like a dinner party than a date.  Sitting around on the couches just felt more familiar and comfortable. So when we did sit down to eat, it was a special occasion.

This one was my birthday.

The others had wanted to do something special, so they decorated the conference room and Bucky, Sam, and Wanda had cooked a large meal.  It was nice and at the point where most of us had finished eating, Tony leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head.  “We should have brought some games up with us,” he said.  “I could go a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity right now.”

“I could go down and get something,” Steve offered.

“You’re still eating, Steve,” Wanda said.  “Someone else can go.”

“Or!” Clint said, waggling his eyebrows.  “Or… we could play a different kind of game.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re not talking about charades?” Sam asked.

“Because you know me too well, Sammy,” Clint said.  “I saw this thing…”

“What have I told you about watching that stuff on the company wifi?” Tony scolded.

Clint smirked at him.  “To invite you along when I do,” he teased and stuck his tongue out at Tony.  “Anyway, as I was saying; I saw this thing.  Someone gets under the table and starts going down on someone.  And if the person getting blown or eating out gives it away that it’s happening to them, they have to go under the table.  And if someone guesses the wrong person, it’s them.  Like a Blow Job Roulette.”

“Okay, that sounds fun,” I said.  “Can we?” 

There was a murmur around the table, and one by one everyone agreed it sounded like it could be fun.

“Birthday girl goes first,” Sam said.

“Shouldn’t I be the one that gets eaten out first?” I countered. 

“But then we’d all know it was you, and you’d just end up under the table,” Sam argued.  “You might as well start down there.”

I laughed.  The logic was flawed, but I figured it was as good a place as any.  “Alright, pants off everyone,” I said, slipping off my chair onto my knees under the table.  Everyone shuffled around, some of them just opening their pants and pulling their cocks out, while others stood and pushed their pants all the way down.  Wanda and Natasha were both wearing skirts, so they just took off their panties and hoisted up their skirts.  It was quite a sight under the table.  Nine people all around me, pants down, and legs spread.  Some of the men were already half-hard.  I looked around, picking my target.

Of all the members of the group, Wanda was calling to me the most.  She was wearing thigh-high black socks, heeled boots, and a black skirt that was bunched up.  Her legs were spread and the little thatch of pubic hair glistened invitingly.

I crawled over to her, putting my hands on her thighs.  She tensed and I ducked my head forward, licking up her slit.  I wondered what she looked like right now.  How she was hiding what was happening.  If she was hiding it.  From where I was, it seemed so obvious.  Her muscles had clenched and she’d tilted her hips forward.  I could even feel a slight shake in her thighs.  I couldn’t imagine it not being totally obvious from above the table, but if she was, no one had said anything yet.

I pushed my tongue inside her and flicked it up over her clit, painting little shapes over it.  She squirmed and her cunt flooded, and as the tart, musky flavor of her slick filled my mouth, Bucky, Tony, and Clint all called out at once. “Wanda!”

“No fair!” Wanda whined as I pulled away.

“That’s the game, Wanda,” Sam said.  “Now under the table.”

I crawled out and wriggled out of my pants as Wanda climbed in under the table.  I sat down and nothing seemed to happen for a while.  I could hear Wanda moving under the table for a moment, and then after that, it was just the sounds of people picking at the last of the food and random conversation in the group.

All of a sudden Clint yelped and practically rocketed up off his chair. “Wanda!” he scolded.  “No powers!”

She got up giggling as everyone burst out laughing.  “Did someone get invaded by some pink light?” Tony teased.

“That’s one way to put it,” Clint said as he climbed under the table.

It took a really long time before the next person became clear.  I was studying everyone very closely, and the only thing that had me wondering was the slightly bored looks in the eyes of Natasha and Tony.  Which made me think it was more likely Tony as he usually dominated the conversation.  It wasn’t until his brow furrowed and he moved his hand under the table that I knew for sure it was him.

“Tony!” I yelled, pointing at him.  “It’s you!”

“Ah, shit,” Tony said, reaching under the table with both hands and began to rut his hips.  “Wait, Clint, I’m nearly done.”

“Hey now,” Steve said.  “You can wait like the rest of us.”

Clint made a choked sound and stumbled out from under the table, his eyes watering, and he wiped his mouth.  “Jesus,” he cursed.  “Tony was a terrible choice.”

“Oh, baby,” Tony said, as he smoothed down his shirt.  “The amount of calls I’ve taken while I’ve been balls deep in someone.”

“Alright, alright, get under the table smart ass,” Steve said.

Tony laughed as he climbed under, and I decided on a completely different strategy.  I glanced around the table, trying to see if anyone had given it away, but at the same time, I tensed my hands and took in a shaky breath.

“Elly!” Clint, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all said at once.

“No!” I shouted and Bruce groaned. “It’s Bruce!”

“You little…!” Natasha scolded.  “That was evil!”

Tony had broken down into laughter under the table and he crawled his way out.  “That was awesome,” he said.  “Now what?  Do all of you have to get under the table?”

“Might I suggest that we alter the game?” Thor asked.  “Perhaps, rather than all of us trying to work out who is being pleasured, Lady Elise should be blindfolded and have to work out which of her lovers is pleasuring her.”

“I think that sounds like a fantastic idea,” Natasha said.  “If she can guess, then they can make her come.  If not, she just gets edged.”

“What do you think of that, Elise?” Steve asked.

I nodded enthusiastically.  “Yes, please. It is my birthday after all.”

“We might need lube and something to blindfold El with,” Sam said.  “I mean - if we’re going to have real fun that is.”

Wanda lifted her loop scarf off over her head, and Tony, Clint, Natasha, and Thor all fished in their pockets and pulled out lube.  What was funny was none of them had the same kind of lube.  Tony had the warming gel kind, Clint’s was espresso flavored, Natasha’s doubled as a massage gel, and Thor’s was an oil he’d brought from Asgard and came in a delicate-looking, hand-blown glass bottle.

Steve and Wanda approached me as the others started clearing the table.  “Let’s get you ready, Elise,” Steve said.

Steve lifted my shirt off over my head and Wanda unfastened my bra.  I let the fabric slip down my arms and Steve tossed both it and my bra aside.  Wanda kissed me softly and then wrapped the scarf around the top of my head, obscuring my vision.  When it was in place properly, and I had assured them I couldn’t see anything, Steve lifted me and put me on the table.

I lay back and lifted my legs, spreading them and resting my feet at the edge of the table.  They made me wait a moment, and while I waited, they were clearly not keeping their hands to themselves.  There were moans and the soft wet sounds of kissing around me, which only made that wait worse.

My thighs were trembling by the time someone touched me.  Right away I knew it was one of the guys and not Natasha or Wanda, and given the fact that he touched me with both hands, and they were both flesh, I knew it wasn’t Bucky either.

There was no preamble. Whoever it was just lunged in and began to lap up the length of the slit.  They didn’t even try spreading me with their fingers, rather their tongue pushed between my folds and just got to work.  I could feel the scratch of their beard.  Yet, even without that, they were very skilled with their tongue.  It started wide, sweeping up from my entrance to my clit, and then began to focus on the little but, sending little jolts through me.  I didn’t even need the extra sensation of their long hair tickling the insides of my thighs, I knew it was Thor.  The size of his hands, the beard, and the technique all screamed the god of thunder to me.

“Mmm… Thor,” I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his mouth.

A deep booming chuckle sounded between my legs and Thor sent a jolt of electricity right through my clit making my body jerk up hard.  I nearly came just from that.

“How do you even do that?” Tony laughed. “You are too good at this game.”

“You gotta make me come now,” I said breathlessly, reaching down to tangle my hands into Thor’s hair.

“Don’t worry, lover.  I will,” Thor said.

He was good to his word.  He pulled my clit between his lips and began to flick his tongue over it.  Every now and again, he’d send another spark into it, that made my core muscles clench completely out of my control.  It brought me careening to the edge very quickly and the fourth time he did it, the dam burst and I came, arching up hard off the table as my orgasm crashed through me.

“Fucking hell!” I cried out.

“Damn, Thor,” Sam said.  “That had to be some kind of record.”

“I am a god, Samuel,” Thor bragged.

There was only a short wait for the next person to move up.  It was another one of the men and once again, clearly not Bucky.  This person was much more tentative than Thor, spreading my folds with his fingers, and slowly swirling his tongue over them.   He was tender and methodical, and it sent a warm buzz through me, oozing out like honey on tiles.  There was no beard, and the very faint tickle of the hair on his head on my thighs.

“Bruce,” I moaned, arching my back and lifting one leg so it was draped over his shoulder.

“What the fuck?” Tony cursed.  “You’re gonna be having so many orgasms tonight.”

“I know you all too well,” I moaned.  “Gonna have to mess up on purpose so I don’t die.”

“Let’s see how you go,” Bruce said and eased two fingers inside me.

Bruce was slower and more methodical about things than Thor, at least initially.  He pushed his fingers in deep, touching my g-spot and then stroking over it.  As he did, he pulled my clit between his lips and flicked his tongue over it.  The louder I moaned the rougher he got, so it wasn’t long before he’d gone from careful and slow, to rough and fast.  His fingers hammered into my g-spot, over and over, sending sharp jolts right through me, making it so I couldn’t think straight.  Beside me, someone had started having sex, and from the sounds of it, it’d be a while before Clint was down between my legs.

My orgasm peaked and Bruce pushed his fingers against my g-spot and twisted his wrist, and I came, my back arching off the table as I cried out, shuddering with it.

Bruce hummed and pulled away. “Mmm… I love seeing you come,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss me.

I sucked my slick from his lips and he pulled away, running his hand down my stomach and patting my pussy before pulling away.  I didn’t have to wait very long before the next person to take their place.  Right away I could tell it was one of the women, which narrowed the choice down to two.  I almost wanted to just take a shot in the dark and really freak them out.  I didn’t even need to though, the slow tease of her fingers up my thighs, and the way she ran her nails over my hips as she leaned in, I knew right away it was Natasha.  Not because she always touched me like that, but just that it was uniquely her.

“Natasha!” I said quickly.

She cursed in Russian and Tony burst out laughing, while at least two other people applauded me.  I would have taken a bow if I wasn’t flat on my back.  “That’s my girl,” Natasha praised and got to work.

Her nimble fingers pushed inside me and immediately pushed against my g-spot. I gasped and bucked up hard against her, but she just pushed my hips back down and continued doing it.  She countered the intense pressure of her fingers against that sweet spot inside me with her tongue on my clit.  It was intense.  I couldn’t focus.  Lights popped behind my eyes and each time I tried to say something all that came out was an animalistic cry.

When I came, I gushed, spraying Natasha with my juices as I arched hard on the table.  It was so intense, it knocked every conscious thought out of my head and I just oozed down onto the table, breathing heavily, completely forgetting that there were still six more people to go.

“Well done, Mishka,” Natasha praised.“I hope you have more in you.”

I wasn’t so sure.  In fact, when the next person stepped up, it took me a moment to realize there was even someone there.  Their tongue was lapping up and down my folds before I was truly aware enough to remember I was supposed to be playing a game.

The way they lapped their tongue was almost soothing after the intensity of the last orgasm I had.  There was a scratch of beard on my skin, but my foggy head made it hard to think about which beard it could be.

Finally, it clicked into place.  No metal hand.  That cut out Bucky.  Clint and Steve were both clean-shaven.  Which just left Tony and Sam.  I was sure that Tony would want to torture me after what happened and he wouldn’t be going easy on me at all. “Sam…” I moaned, the sounds completely breathless.

“We should never have doubted you,” Thor said.  “This is truly impressive.”

“Are you sure you’re not peeking?” Clint asked.

“Just know you all,” I argued in that same breathless moan.

Sam pulled back and a moment later there was the press of his cock against my cunt. “Let’s make you come a different way,” Sam said.

He lifted my legs so they were up against his chest and he pushed into me.  As he started to thrust into me, I gripped the edge of the table to hold myself steady. “Oh fuck,” I moaned.  I was so sensitive and overworked, that I knew the next six orgasms would happen really fast.  I was going to be completely over-stimulated by the time we were done.

Sam slid his hands down my thighs and onto my cunt, and he began to rub my clit in tight circles. I mewled, arching my back and clenching tight around his shaft.  “Oh god, Sam.  Please…”  I didn’t even know what I was pleading for.  I just knew I needed something.  More, harder, slow down, be gentle.  Or maybe just to stop.

His thumb kept rubbing in tight circles on my clit and thrusting in fast and deep, and very quickly I was brought spiraling to the edge once more.  He pinched my clit and I went toppling over, crying out and clenching my teeth as all my muscles clenched up at once.

“Good girl,” Sam praised.  “There we go.”

He slipped out of me and I let my legs fall on the table.  “You still okay?” he asked.

I nodded and made an incoherent sound.  He caressed my cheek and ran his thumb over my bottom lips.  “Elise, are you sure?”

I nodded again.  “Yeah.  I can do this.”

He stepped away and the next hand touched me. Just the right hand, and it slid up my legs and when it reached the apex of my thigh, the thumb ran up and down my slit.  Someone might have been just trying to mess with me, but I didn’t think so, and when the person crouched and their long hair teased the inside of my thighs it confirmed it.  “Bucky,” I said.

He laughed. “Damn it.  I was trying not to give it away.”

“That’s what gave it away,” I said.

“Alright, alright, let’s make you come then,” he said, sounding a lot like he was pouting.

He didn’t even bother to try and go down on me.  He just pushed my legs up against my body, lined his cock up to my cunt, and shoved in deep.  I gasped as he bottomed out and I felt the sharp sting of the head of his cock hitting my cervix.  “Bucky,” I whined.

“Sorry, honey,” he said, backing off a bit.  He smoothed his hands down my thighs and began to thrust.

I reached up, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in as tightly as I could.  “Bucky,” I moaned.  “Kiss me.”

He wrapped his right arm around my waist and lifted me, so I was sitting on the edge of the table and the cool metal of his thumb brushed over my lips.  I parted them, leaning forward as I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my hands into his hair.

He kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth.  I flicked my tongue forward to meet his and they danced together.  Bucky kept thrusting into me and I rolled my hips to meet him.  As worked up as I was, I knew I wouldn’t last, but the way this orgasm built felt so different from the past four.  It wound around me like a warm blanket.  I was engulfed by it, cocooned completely.  It heated me from the inside and yet I trembled in Bucky’s arms.  He held me close, thrusting in deep and kissing me with a passionate intensity that took my breath away.

When my orgasm washed over me, I threw my head back and clenched tight around me.  “Oh god, Bucky,” I moaned.

Bucky’s hips stuttered and he groaned loudly, burying his head in my neck. “Fuck, Elly,” he groaned, suddenly jerking forward and coming inside me.

“Bucky Barnes, you dirty dog,” Clint scolded.  “Leaving a mess in there for us to clean up.”

I swatted lazily in Clint’s direction as Bucky started laughing. “Oh like you’re not looking forward to that.”

He pulled out of me and I lay back with a groan.  It wasn’t long before someone else was between my legs.  They lifted them and spread them wide and then did something that gave them away immediately.  They laughed.

“What’s so funny, Tony?” I asked.

“Ah fuck,” he said. “Didn’t even get a chance to trick you.  I just had plans to go to town on you.”

“Mean,” he said, reaching for him.  “Go on, you gotta give me my prize.”

“Alright, alright,” he said and pushed his cock up against my cunt.  “It’s coming and so will you be.”

I laughed, but it was cut short as he shoved inside of me.  He thrust in so hard it nearly knocked the wind from me.  I cried out and reached above my head.  Someone grabbed my hand and I held onto them as Tony began to thrust into me.

He didn’t go easy on me the way Bucky had.  He grabbed my legs, held me in place, and just railed into me.  “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I babbled as I was jolted on the table.  My fingers tightened around whoever’s hand I was holding.  It felt like this orgasm was being hammered into me.  Each thrust of Tony’s hips just made it build more and more until I was ready to burst.

It hit me hard, lights popped behind my eyes and I cried out, my hips bucking and my body writhing under him.  “Oh fuck yes, Tony!” I mewled.

Tony kept thrusting, fucking me through my orgasm, and with a shudder he came too, moaning as he did.  “There you go, Legolas,” Tony teased as he held me in place.

He leaned down and kissed me as he pulled out, and stepped away.  A lay on the table breathing heavily, waiting for the next person the move up.

I didn’t have to wait long, and once again, I knew who it was as soon as their hands were on my skin.

“Wanda,” I said.

She giggled.  “I knew there was no point trying to trick you.  But lucky you, now you get your prize.”

She took her hands off me completely and just as I wondered what she was doing, the warm tingle of her powers touched on my feet and began to wind their way up my leg.  It was slow going, and it didn’t settle on my cunt right away, rather, it wrapped its way right around me, making my whole body buzz and tingle.

I whined, squirming on the table.  I was still holding someone’s hand, and I gripped it tighter, trying to tether myself to something real.

“Please, Wanda,” I whined, bucking my hips.

She giggled again, but things started to get more focused.  It swirled around my nipples, tugging on them, and began to buzz against my clit. I moaned, arching my back and the pressure increased.  Every moan I made made her increase the pressure of her powers on me.  My nipples hardened almost painfully and a hot current ran right through me from my clit.  I was dripping on the table as my cunt clenched around nothing.

It started to feel like some kind of torture.  I was so close, and yet she was keeping me hovering there right at the edge.  “Please.  Please, Wanda.  I need … I need…”

“Yes, Elly?” she asked.

“I need to come,” I wailed.

A jolt shot through me, and just like that, I came, arching hard off the table, and screaming as my orgasm rocked through me, making me gush onto the table.  It was the most intense orgasm yet, and for a moment everything went black.

When the world returned, I was panting heavily, completely dazed as I rode out the extreme orgasm high.

“Holy shit, Wanda,” Natasha cursed.  “That was impressive.”

“Two more left, El,” Steve said.  “You sure you’ve got them in you?”

I nodded slowly.  “Think so.”

Someone moved up and skimmed the back of their fingers up the insides of my thighs.  It was a Clint trick, but not out of Steve’s playbook. Whoever it was leaned in, ghosting his lips up the insides of my soaked thighs.  His fingers moved to my cunt, spreading it with his fingers and running his tongue up my slit.  There was no beard, but both Clint and Steve were currently clean-shaven, so that didn’t give it away.  I really had no idea who was touching me.

I lifted my feet, put them on his shoulders, and flexed my toes.  Whoever it was was broad-shouldered and muscular.  That didn’t exactly narrow it down either.  And just because Steve was broader than Clint, I chose him.

“Steve?” I asked.

“You sure about that, darlin’?” Bucky asked. 

“No… but it’s my guess,” I moaned.

Some of the group started clapping.  “Well done, that’s all of you.  How about Clint and Steve make you come together, so you only have to do one more?” Sam suggested.

I nodded emphatically.  “Please.”

Steve moved forward, the thick head of his cock pressing against my cunt.  I raised my hips to meet him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me.  He pulled back just a little and with a snap of his hips, he sunk in deep.

I gasped and arched my back.  As I did, Clint moved up beside me on the table and began to flick his tongue over my clit and play with my breast.  The table was jostled beside us and Clint grunted and let out a moan.

“Who’s fucking Clint?” I moaned.

“That’d be me, honey,” Sam replied.  “You want to see?”

I nodded.  “Please.”

The blindfold was taken off as Steve continued to thrust into me.  I blinked at the light and looked around, Taking everything in.  Steve was between my legs, holding me in place, his brow furrowed as he fucked me.  Clint was half propped on the table, bent over me, licking at my clit and that base of Steve’s cock.  Sam was behind him, one hand braced on Clint’s shoulder and the other on his hip as he thrust into him, jostling him against me.  The others were spaced around the table.  Most just watching.  Thor was the one holding my hand, though Wanda was bouncing in his lap, her eyes glowing pink.

Everyone else was just kissing and holding each other as they watched Clint and Steve bring on my final orgasm.  Seeing them just added to my pleasure, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

I relaxed back, just letting the pleasure wash over me, It encompassed me completely.  But in the end, it wasn’t either Steve or Clint that set my orgasm off, it was Wanda’s orgasm.

She cried out and her powers burst out of her and I was hit by a sudden, intense wave of her pleasure.  I came hard, all my muscles clenching at once making me arch violently off the table.  I cried out and my vision blacked out for a moment.  Wanda’s orgasm must have affected the others too.  Steve groaned and gripped my hips hard shoving into me and coming deep inside me.  Sam’s hips bucked and his head fell back as his hit too, and Clint suddenly arched like a cat and came in thick ropes onto the table.

I fell back breathing heavily as I rode the waves of my orgasm.  Steve hunched over me panting and Clint slithered down and lay there with his head on my stomach.

That’s how we stayed for a while and then Natasha stood.  “Okay.  How about we clean up here and head downstairs?  I think it’s time for a soak in the hot tub.” 

Steve sighed contentedly and slipped out of me.   He pulled up his pants and then picked me up, cradling me against him. “Good birthday?” he asked.

I hummed, snuggling against his chest and closing his eyes as I murmured my reply. “The best.”

~ END ~

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When Everything's Made to be Broken - Chapter 9: Something So Brand New

Summary: Theo makes good on her promise to Loki, and shenanigans ensue.

Author's Notes: So this is a longer chapter than I usually post, but given it all takes place during the span of one evening it didn’t make sense to split into two chapters. If you love Loki/Theo interactions, you’re in for a treat here. There’s also Brodinsons and Wanda/Theo friendship building as well. 

I’m *hoping* to post my next chapter on December 10, but I sense that we’re about to hit a rocky patch at my job as a series of stressors all collide (aka shit’s about to hit the fan), so I’m going to give myself a one week buffer and say that the chapter will be up by no later than December 17th. It’s written, but I’ve found that I like to go back and do an in-depth editing pass before posting that usually takes at least a few hours… Essentially, I would rather underpromise and overdeliver than say I’ll post something and then just… not. 

Oh, and RE: shit hitting the fan at work - I’m not worried about myself amidst the work stuff (I’m not about to lose my job or anything). I'm worried about the students I work with and how they’ll handle everything… And since my job is supporting said students, I imagine I’ll probably have my hands full. I’m intentionally being vague for privacy reasons, and in hopes that it doesn’t blow up so my concern is pointless. 

Completely unrelated, but I saw The Maine live last week and they opened with this song! They put on a great live show. 10/10 do recommend. 

If you enjoy, please reblog!! I'm a lil' blog and reblogs really help me out <3

Content Warnings: Alcohol/Drinking (including getting a bit too drunk). 

Word Count: 9,384

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Song: Dose No. 2 - The Maine

First breath out of a coma Over and over Oh what a lovely view of you  A two step into disorder I stumble forward Towards something so brand new

“Hey, uh - some of us are going to hang out up on the roof tonight. Want to join?” 

Ever since Theo relented to Loki’s begging (and though he wouldn’t admit it, he totally begged her to join them), a foreboding sense of dread hung over Theo like a storm cloud, waiting for this very moment. A night of forced socializing and feigned pleasantries as the other Avengers tried not to make their suspicions about Theo painfully obvious - Theo would rather watch paint dry.

Across the threshold, hope radiated through the smile on Wanda’s face. She stood with hands in hoodie pockets, jeans and birkenstocks completing the Scarlet Witch’s look for that day. The outfit surprised Theo - from observation, Wanda only wore pants when working out, opting for skirts and dresses in daily life. Theo would have confidently bet real money that Wanda didn’t even own a pair of jeans.

Then again, it wasn’t the first time Theo was wrong, and it wouldn’t be the last.

Every possible excuse percolated in Theo’s mind for why she couldn’t join - lying about having plans, claiming she was tired or didn’t feel well, even outright admitting she didn’t want to go – but then Loki’s voice interrupted her thoughts, reminding her about the deal she struck.

And, well, after reading about the aftermath of Ultron and Sokovia, Theo realized they had more in common than she first thought.

“I— yeah, sure.”  Theo swallowed thickly, steeling herself for a miserable evening. She forced a smile at Wanda, praying that the expression didn’t look as uncomfortable as it felt. “I’ll join - let me grab a couple things first.”

Wanda’s face lit up, eyes wide as planets as she processed Theo's answer. “Great! This is going to be awesome! Uh, you should probably grab shoes, and maybe a jacket - it’s still a bit cool out.” She babbled, still gaping at Theo.

Theo held up a finger, stepping away from the door before Wanda could continue. She grabbed a thick sweater to cut the breeze, toed on some sneakers, and plopped a beanie over her hair, pausing in front of a mirror to make sure she didn’t look like a total mess.

Wanda practically bounced down the hall, constantly glancing back to check and make sure Theo hadn’t abandoned her. Theo trailed behind, listening to Wanda recount the construction of the rooftop lounge and how this was the first year they actually could use the space, and how excited they were to finally have a nice, private outdoor space to gather. At best, Theo half-listened along, her pulse quickening with every step closer to their destination. 

As they stepped out onto the rooftop, it actually seemed like the perfect night to enjoy a city skyline and a cold drink.

A fully stocked bar stood along the far end of the roof, while plenty of outdoor seating offered opportunities for everything from lounging around to enjoying a meal. The space even featured a fireplace table and heat lamps for cooler nights, which already had been turned on to cut the chill. True to the Stark aesthetic, all of the furniture came in muted tones and clean lines, sharing design language with the indoor common areas.

The other Avengers had settled in among a series of outdoor sectionals, some standing around the periphery while others gathered near the bar. As they drew closer, Theo realized that the company for the evening consisted of not only Avengers Tower residents, the Avengers who resided elsewhere…

Oh god, when Theo caved to Loki’s request, she had not expected it to play out like this; she thought it would be a movie night, or going out to dinner. Not everyone and their mother staring at her.

As if she sensed Theo’s nervousness, Wanda grabbed Theo’s hand and smiled at her, pulling her towards the larger group.

With every step, Theo braced herself for an icy reception, all the while building up the courage to put on a brave face. She met everyone once, that first day when she was announced as an Avenger - maybe twice, if she counted the briefing that she crashed - so at least there were no new faces.

Small blessings, she supposed.

Wanda didn’t go of Theo’s hand until they reached the edge of the group. It only took Wanda a moment to find Vision, standing behind one of the sectionals as he chatted with Shuri about something very science-y. Vision casually wrapped an arm around her, listening intently to Shuri, who gestured animatedly as she responded. 

Nearby, King T’Challa sat tall, dressed in a hybrid of western and African clothing with shoulders squared back as he conversed with Natasha about the United Nations and Wakanda. He spoke with a measured cadence that indicated he put great thought and intent into his words. On the opposite side of Natasha, Yelena slouched back in her seat, scrolling through her phone while laughing at something on screen. 

Not far from Yelena, Peter Parker told Tony about school and the latest device he was building. His enthusiasm struck Theo, and she caught herself smiling as she noticed the way Peter mirrored Shuri’s animated gestures, hands flailing wildly as he attempted to describe the contraption. Colonel Rhodes listened from the other side of Tony, with open posture and head tilted to the side, nodding along patiently… It was quite the contrast, especially next to the borderline manic tendencies of Tony and Peter’s unbridled enthusiasm. 

Nearby, Bruce spoke with Dr. Stephen Strange - a tall, thin man whose expression was entirely too serious and his posture uncomfortably rigid, which, if Theo thought about it, made sense for a former neurosurgeon. Sharon Carter chatted with Steve, Sam, and Bucky, laughter regularly erupting from the quartet; apparently, they were familiar with each other and had a lot to catch up on. 

Clint looked at home behind the bar with Scott Lang, snippets of conversation about their kids floating over the other conversations as they prepared drinks for everyone and brought them over to the group. 

Loki and Thor sat in deep discussion with the Valkyrie (or, as Loki often called her, Val) about something related to New Asgard; seeing a Valkyrie in a chunky sweater and Timbalands still threw Theo for a loop, but she knew that different people would adapt different aspects of life on Earth. 

Thor noticed Theo standing there, bewildered at the sight of everyone in one location.

“Lady Theo!” Thor exclaimed, standing to greet her. “Welcome to your first family night!”

Wait - did he just say family night?

Theo could practically hear the world screech to a halt as everyone fell silent, gaping at the new addition. Her heart stuttered in her chest as she froze in place, a veritable deer in the headlights.

“Brother—“ Loki hissed, rolling his eyes as he elbowed his brother. “Do not overwhelm her.”

“Uh… hi?” Theo cringed at how pathetic she sounded. “Sorry, didn’t mean to disrupt.”

“No apologies necessary - come, take a seat.“ Loki offered Theo a reassuring smile as he gestured for her to sit next to him. 

“Watch out, the prince is rescuing Rapunzel.” Tony teased, a smirk on his face as he raised a glass to her.

“Watch out everyone, Stark is jealous that a woman is not racing to offer herself up to him,” Loki retorted, sarcasm dripping from his voice. 

Raucous laughter came from Loki’s response; even Theo giggled as she sank into the cushions beside him. Loki, in turn, flashed a smirk and winked at her, before effortlessly folding Theo into the Asgardians’ conversation. Without needing to ask, Scott brought Theo an old fashioned, which caused a rush of gratitude to flood Theo’s veins.

The alcohol wouldn’t have much of an effect on her, but having something to occupy her hands with was always appreciated.

Likewise, the others returned to their conversations. Over time, topics shifted and incorporated other people, slowly snowballing as everyone tuned into the larger discussions.

At one natural lull in conversation, Loki went to refill his drink, leaving a vacant spot beside Theo in the process. He barely made it behind the bar when, with a whoop, Shuri leapt over the sectional and claimed the seat as her own. “Ha ha!” Shuri’s face was smug as she shimmied into the cushion, crossing one leg over the other as she stretched her arms along the back of the seat. “This will make a lovely throne.”

Despite the stutter of her heart from Shuri startling her, Theo couldn’t help but laugh when she caught T’Challa rolling his eyes at his sister.

“Excuse me, that was my seat!” Loki scowled, gesturing wildly to where he previously sat.

“Not anymore.” Shuri stuck her tongue out at him. “Besides, you speak to Theo all the time. It’s my turn.” 

The latter part of Shuri’s comment nearly made Theo choke on her drink - up until that point, hardly any attention was paid to Theo’s presence. Was that about to change?

“You are lucky I like you, princess,” Loki rolled his eyes, but let out a breathless laugh and shook his head. “Or else I might banish you to an alternate realm.” His threat lacked any teeth; if anything, it came off as a joke. He offered Theo a reassuring glance and the slightest nod, as if encouraging Theo to trust that Shuri wouldn’t make it weird.

Theo masked her nerves with a sip of her cocktail, allowing the notes of smoke and citrus to coat her tongue. 

If Shuri noticed the interaction, she didn’t say anything. Instead, she struck up a conversation about a funny tiktok trend that made her think of Theo, eventually morphing into a conversation about medical technology.

Seat stealing, however, was only the prelude to a series of hijinks during the evening.

It started innocently enough. A few drinks into the evening, Tony entertained the team with one of his tales about inventions gone wrong - this time, DUM-E had sprayed a visiting SHIELD agent with a fire extinguisher instead of the computer that actually caught on fire. 

While he rambled, Wanda glanced over and made eye contact with Theo. Wanda rolled her eyes before mouthing, “Want to see something fun?”

Theo nodded, curious to see what Wanda was going to do. 

A moment later, Tony reached forward to grab his drink and take a sip of it, only to stick his hand through the glass…

Where a nearly empty cocktail previously sat was nothing more than an illusion. 

Theo’s eyes darted to Wanda, who stood behind Tony sipping his drink. Theo had to bite back a laugh as Wanda grimaced and shook her head, not a fan of whatever Tony had in his lowball. 

“What the hell happened to my drink?” Tony whipped around, looking to see if someone had hidden it. His eyes settled on Loki, who glanced around at the others as he held his own drink, casually taking a swig. Either Loki hadn’t noticed, or he was really good at keeping a straight face. 

“Reindeer games, I swear to god-”

“I thought we’d moved past such childish accusations.” Loki cocked an eyebrow at him, unamused. 

“He didn’t move, Stark. Chill.” Bucky defended the Asgardian prince.

“Well someone took it, and it wasn’t Captain Stick-in-the-Mud.” Tony retorted, looking around the group. The glass vanished from Wanda’s hand before Tony could see it, presumably returning to the table where it started. 

“Okay guys, this isn’t funny,” Tony whined, completely oblivious to his beverage’s return to the table. 

To her left, Theo caught Loki taking a large drink of whatever was in his cup to stifle a laugh – he knew exactly what Wanda was up to. 

Just then, Tony turned back around to discover his drink in its original location. He groaned, slouching back in his seat. “Anyone who wants to turn in their cape for stand-up comedy, just let me know.”

As he returned to his story, Wanda winked at Theo before sending her a text message– “So we have a game during family time...” 

Theo stared at the screen for a moment before typing out a reply. “Which is…?”

Wanda’s face lit up as she read the message; a playful smile pulled across her lips as she typed out a reply. “How many pranks can we pull off before one of us starts laughing.”

Suddenly, a message from Loki popped up as well. “The only rule is that no one should be harmed. Otherwise, it’s fair game.”

Oh. Apparently Loki was playing along too.

Another message from Wanda came in: “You want in?”

Tempting, but with her reputation…

“Sounds fun, but not sure…” Theo responded, “I don’t know that the others trust me. Pranking them might make it worse.”

“If anything, they’ll believe I am the perpetrator,” Loki assured her via text message. “My affiliation with mischief and trickery lends itself to suspicion.”

Not only did Loki speak like he just read a thesaurus, but he even texted like it.

Theo stared at the screen for a moment, weighing her options. On one hand, she could stand to loosen up a little and have some fun. On the other hand, pranking someone could go over like a lead balloon if the prank didn’t land well; she needed to be confident that whoever she pranked would not be upset if she partook.

By then, Sam launched into a story about his last trip to see his sister and nephews in Louisiana. Bucky had tagged along, in part because the point of the trip was to fix up the Wilsons’ boat, and Sam knew he’d need an extra set of hands. A pigeon waddled about on the roof, only a few feet from where Sam sat. Sam, however, was oblivious to the bird’s presence; he was too busy mimicking how Bucky stole Sam’s tools to fix a leaky valve instead of simply using his vibranium arm.

After over a month of listening to Julie pine endlessly over Sam and his down to earth personality, ass of a national treasure, and good-natured sense of humor, Theo swore she knew more about Sam than she knew about her own cousin…

An idea sprung to Theo’s mind. She set her glass on the table, casually lowered her hands out of sight, and whispered an incantation. 

“How do you know vibranium would hold up to the steam?” The pigeon asked, cocking its head to the side as it waited for an answer.

Sam nearly leapt out of his seat as his eyes bugged out of his head.

“Wait a minute, wait just a minute – please tell me you all just heard that.” Sam stared at the others as they all gawked at the pigeon. Theo, however, snatched her glass and took a sip of her old fashioned so she didn’t give herself away. “Did that bird just talk?”

“Falcon, I did not realize that your skill set included speaking to birds.” Loki answered without missing a beat. 

Theo nearly spit out her drink as she fought the urge to burst into laughter.  

“Hey, just because I’m called Falcon doesn’t mean I like birds.” Sam argued, a twinkle in his eye as he settled back into his chair. He must have known there was some magic at play; if Theo was lucky, he would not know whose magic created the illusion.

“I want some of whatever he’s drinking,” Theo pointed at Sam, pretending to be oblivious about the use of magic so she did not draw suspicion. “Because that must be some good shit.” 

“No,” Tony replied, “The good shit is the Asgardian stuff.” 

“That stuff will knock you on your ass unless you’re a god,” Sam agreed with a toothy grin and a nod. “Even the super soldiers get drunk on it.”

“Tony, I’m assuming you tried it?” Sharon asked, narrowing her eyes at the billionaire.

“Of course I did,” he scoffed, putting a hand on his chest, “I am a connoisseur - had to see if the hype was true.”

“Until you had the hangover from hell the next day.” Natasha pointed out, a smirk dancing on her lips while she crossed her arms.

“Please,” Tony retorted, “It barely holds a candle to the frat party from hell-”

“-in your second year at MIT.” Rhodes, Sam, and Steve answered simultaneously, all rolling their eyes.

Tony must have told that particular story a time or twenty before.

“Lady Theo,” Thor called from behind the bar. “I’m about to refill my beverage. Would you like to try some Asgardian ale?” 

Theo glanced over at Loki and raised her eyebrows at him, hoping he’d give her some sort of subtle cue about whether it was a good idea; he just smirked at her and winked. 

Not helpful at all.

Then again, the night had gone well up to that point…

“Sure, why not?” Theo replied with a short shrug of her shoulders. She assumed that he’d take a shot glass from the bar and put a little ale in the glass - it may fuck up a normal person, but that was probably only when consumed in large quantities. A small amount of the ale wouldn’t hurt, right?

What she didn’t expect was Thor to bring over a massive mug of ale, filled to the brim. 

“That’s alcohol poisoning about to happen,” Yelena cracked up as she saw the size of the mug. 

Nearby, the Valkyrie cackled. “Thor, remember that Midgardians can’t handle booze like you can.”

“My liver hurts just looking at that.” Bruce commented, letting out a nervous chuckle but shaking his head.

Well, whether she wanted to share or not, the Avengers were going to learn something new about Theo.

“Oh, that’s what healing magic is for. Healing your liver after alcohol damage.” Theo quipped, earning a surprised snort out of Tony. A surge of confidence rushed through her as she winked, glanced at the deep red, clear liquid, then took a drink.

Given the ale’s reputation, Theo expected it to taste like everclear - practically straight ethanol that burned when consumed. However, a delightful, complex blend of flavors - citrus, juniper, and caramel - coated her mouth. Only a hint of hoppy bitterness accompanied, but each flavor in the unlikely combination balanced the others surprisingly well.

Theo smiled and gave Thor a nod of approval. “That’s better than I expected,” she admitted before she took another drink. “I was expecting something that burned my mouth from the alcohol content, but this is downright pleasant.” 

“I bet you twenty bucks you can’t finish that.” Bucky challenged, a smirk spread across his features as he leaned back into his seat. 

Bucky had no idea what he was getting himself into.

“The bet is just that I can’t finish it? That’s boring. Of course I’m going to finish it.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. Sitting up a bit taller, she puffed her chest out in defiance and drank a large swig of ale.

“The real bet would be if she doesn’t throw it up afterwards – just because it goes into her system doesn’t mean she won’t get sick from it.” Steve pointed out, “Not that I think this is a good idea, mind you.” 

Remarks like that were probably how Steve earned the nickname of “Captain Stick-in-the-Mud.” 

Theo whipped out her wallet, throwing a $20 bill down on the table. “Game on. $20 bet that I can drink this and keep it all down.”

Bucky reached across to shake Theo’s hand before putting in his own $20 bill. 

Shuri and Yelena whooped in support, pumping their fists in the air. Bruce sighed as he shook his head and rubbed his temples. Steve rolled his eyes, while Clint smirked and shot Scott a look of well, this should get interesting. Peter’s eyes widened, despite furrowing his brow - he looked like he was worried.

What a sweet, sweet summer child.

Theo took another sip of the ale, then spoke up. “We need some tunes playing. It’s too quiet up here.” 

“Oh! I have some new music we can listen to!” Wanda jumped at the opportunity to hook her phone up to the wireless speakers. “It’s a local band that Vision and I saw last week. Theo, I think you’d like them – they sounded kind of like the music your band played.”

It was hard to imagine Vision at a concert, standing there with relatively stiff posture as other people were grooving to the music… He must have really liked Wanda to let her bring him to concerts. Did he like the same music as her?

Did he even like music?

Did androids have likes and dislikes? Or feelings? How did that work?

That was a rabbit hole to go down another day.

What sounded like some generic indie-pop music started to float through the air, but it was pleasant enough to be good background music. 

Loki sent another message – this time solely to Theo. “Are you truly planning to drink the entire mug?” Theo looked up at him, his eyebrow cocked up with skepticism and his chin dipped as he made eye contact.

“Maybe I am.” Theo replied, smiling at him and winking as his phone buzzed. 

Asgard wasn’t the only realm with particularly strong alcohol, and despite Theo’s small size she was no lightweight.

The group resumed their casual chatter. Wanda, Theo, and Loki continued to cast illusions and mess with the team in subtle ways, oftentimes struggling to maintain a poker face as the rest of the team grew drunker and drunker, and as a result became much easier to mess with. 

Eventually, Thor regaled the team with one of his latest adventures off-planet, voice booming as he gestured grandly about some battle he fought in. As the story started to near its climax, Theo caught the way Loki’s hand moved quietly to his side and twitched as he cast a spell.  

Theo’s eyes darted around as she tried to figure out what changed – it wasn’t until she looked up at Thor that she found her answer: 

Loki transformed Thor’s mug so it was shaped like a giant penis… while Thor drank out of it.

Wanda, who stood beyond Thor’s line of sight, lost it, face beet red and shoulders bouncing as she doubled over in silent laughter.

From what Loki previously shared, Thor reveled in sharing stories where he prevailed as the savior of the day. With that in mind, the choice to make Thor look absolutely ridiculous as he drunkenly extolled his heroism seemed like it was as much a jab at his self-importance as it was just plain old hilarious. Theo hadn’t taken Loki to be one for juvenile humor, but she had to hand it to him – it was well-played.

Even better, Thor didn’t even notice the change – he set the mug down on the table as he continued his story, and later on picked it up to take a swig to wet his throat. 

It didn’t take long before the others started to notice the mug’s new shape. The Valkyrie looked like she about to keel over; her shoulders shook so hard from silent laughter that if Thor turned around he’d know something was off. Natasha had to bite her finger to stop herself from breaking into laughter. Steve and Peter shared wide-eye, startled expressions, leaning away from Thor… who still hadn’t noticed.

The more time that passed without Thor noticing, the funnier the spectacle became.

Finally, Sam finally couldn’t take it anymore.

“Wow Thor, you’re really swallowing that ale like a champ.”

Tony choked, then spat out his drink while the people around him recoiled from the spray. Steve turned downright crimson with secondhand embarrassment, hiding his face behind his hands. 

“Yeah, you’re really gripping the shaft of the mug like it’s your job.” Bucky added, trying and failing to keep a straight face as Thor looked over at Tony and Steve, confused.

Theo’s eyes watered from trying not to laugh, and her jaw hurt from the muscle tension involved with maintaining her poker face.

“Dammit, I’m biting my tongue so hard to stop from laughing that it’s bleeding.” Wanda’s message popped up in the group chat, while Loki still effortlessly maintained a completely straight poker face and relaxed posture. 

“I thought you were a bit too high-brow for a good dick joke…” Theo added, fingers tapping the screen furiously as she replied.

“I know not of what you speak,” Loki answered innocently; he glanced over at Theo and winked, then followed his message with an eggplant emoji. 

Wanda nearly spit out her drink when she got that message.

Thor finally put two-and-two together as he looked down at his mug, then glared at his brother; however, he was laughing despite the glare, giant shoulders bouncing up and down. “Why must you taunt me so?”

“I hold no responsibility for this madness!” Loki protested, though the sparkle in his eyes told Theo that Loki knew he wasn’t going to convince them otherwise. “God of mischief I may be, but I’m hardly the only capable sorcerer on this team.”

“Well Theo’s been too busy downing some Asgardian ale,” Bucky commented, “And Wanda… Wait a minute. Wanda?”

They all turned to look at Wanda, who gave a deer-in-the-headlights expression as she pretended to be horrified. “The fact that you could imagine me doing this is mildly offensive,” she exclaimed, silently glaring at Loki. “Besides, Strange can cast spells too.”

Everyone looked over at Dr. Strange; one unamused eyebrow raise was enough to dispel any thoughts that he’d been the one behind it.

“Let’s be real – Reindeer games would be the one to make that joke.” Tony pointed out, “Which… well played, I’ve gotta say. Not much makes me spit out my drink like that.”

Loki smirked, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. “You need to raise your standards, Stark.”

Steve, who was still mostly sober and desperate for a change of topic, looked back at Theo and noticed her nearly empty mug. “Wow, you weren’t kidding about finishing the ale.”

In turn, Theo downed the remaining ale and placed the mug on the table. “Yeah – It was good. But I’ve gotta say, for all the talk about how it will get me drunk, I still feel pretty sober. Are you sure you weren’t messing with me? This isn’t some fraternity-style hazing thing to bring a new team member on board?”

“No, my lady,” Thor confirmed, “That was genuine Asgardian ale. I must say, I’m impressed.”

Theo cast a glance over to Loki before sending a text. “You didn’t mess with this, did you?”

“I would never deny someone the opportunity to get drunk.” Loki looked dead serious as he sent the message, so she took his word for it.

“Well shit,” Bucky replied, his words slurring ever-so-slightly from his own alcohol consumption. “How about double or nothing – we each drink a mug of ale, and whoever is more sober at the end of the night gets $40.”

Steve tried to cut in. “Bucky, no –“

Bucky, yes.

“Deal.” Theo shook his hand again, confident that she was about to become $40 richer. Not only was Bucky already more drunk than her, but the Asgardian ale would only exacerbate the difference in their sobriety levels. 

He probably wouldn’t end up with alcohol poisoning, so it’d be fine. Maybe a hangover, but not alcohol poisoning.

“Now here’s the thing -” Bucky began, “- Before your mug can be refilled, you have to do the Asgardian call for another drink.” 

“Which is…?” Theo arched a wary eyebrow, unsure if she wanted to know the answer.

With perfect timing, Thor finished his beverage and demonstrated by throwing his mug down on the ground, shouting “ANOTHER!” as the glass smashed against the concrete and shattered into a million pieces.

Theo gasped and nearly flew out of her seat from the noise, heart pounding in her chest. She looked at the glistening fragments of glass, then up at Thor, then back down at the glass.

.  

Thor failed to stifle his laughter as Loki rolled his eyes in the background; with a flick of his wrist, the shards of glass vanished in a flash of emerald light. 

“Yeah that’s going to be a hard pass from me, dude.” Theo shook her head, stood up and walked over to the bar to refill mug. While she was behind the bar, she also pulled out a fresh mug for Bucky.

“Oh no, you don’t get to pour – we need someone neutral to do it, so we know it hasn’t been messed with!” Bucky called out, shaking his head at her as he moved to join her at the bar.

“Well I can certainly be the judge of that.” Loki volunteered, his voice a cool contrast to the rambunctious shouting and cheering that echoed from the rooftop.

“You’re really letting loose tonight,” Loki’s message appeared on Theo’s phone. “It’s nice to see you relax a bit.” Theo blushed and cracked a sheepish smile.

Loki strolled behind the bar, took both mugs and filled them up. Once satisfied that each mug contained the same amount of ale, he handed one mug to Bucky and the other to Theo. He then filled a mug of his own before returning to the rest of the group.

“As the judge, I reserve all right to document any embarrassing moments for blackmail in the future.” Loki told everyone quite seriously.  Shuri cracked up and added that if Loki didn’t capture the evidence, she certainly would, and with how the Princess of Wakanda held her phone at the ready, Theo fully believed her.. Theo returned to her seat, noticing Shuri had saved her place; Bucky trailed close behind.

“You say that like I’m going to do something embarrassing.” Theo teased, holding her mug up to Bucky and Loki as if to suggest a toast. “To Bucky making one of the dumbest bets he’ll ever make.” 

“To the new girl finally gracing us with her presence,” Bucky replied with a wide grin, “and not realizing she’s about to lose the bet!” 

The rest of the group held up their glasses and clinked them together, after which Bucky managed to drain about a quarter of his mug in one swift drink. 

“I didn’t realize this was a chugging contest.” Bruce commented with a nervous laugh as Bucky set his mug down.

Theo, recognizing that rapid alcohol consumption would not help Bucky in the bet, snickered. “You can’t enjoy it if you chug it, you know that right?”

Bucky offered a coy grin in response, his cheeks flushed pink from the alcohol in his veins.

He really had no idea what he was in for.

And I feel alright (Feel alright) Yeah I feel alright, Alright… I let go This is something spiritual When I say so Give me life, give me love Leveled up on a higher dose No sorrow (baby this is chemical) Hit just like an antidote (can’t come down, down) Adios (give me, yeah give me) Give me life, give me love  Leveled up on a higher dose

This was certainly a different side to Theo than Loki had ever seen.

Her guard wasn’t up in the same way it was at Stark’s party, nor was she silent and reserved, as if it were a mission briefing or meeting. The relaxed, easygoing demeanor that Loki eventually uncovered after multiple interactions made its debut amongst the others, and for the first time since the infamous briefing, it seemed like Theo wasn’t afraid to be the center of attention.

In truth, Theo’s decision to join in the evening’s activities surprised Loki. Though Theo agreed to stop declining the invitations from Maximoff, Loki had expected that this would not be the occasion which Theo relented, as the large group could be rather intimidating. Instead, he anticipated that Theo would wait until she could verify that it would be a small gathering with ample opportunities to depart, should she grow uncomfortable.

Instead, the sight of Theo trailing behind Maximoff as they crossed the rooftop brought the first of many pleasant surprises in the evening. If the expression Theo wore when Thor addressed her provided any indication, Theo had not anticipated such a robust gathering, and for a moment Loki feared she might teleport away from the immense attention suddenly focused on her.

Luckily, that had not been the case. From time to time, Loki caught Theo glancing towards him with a silent question in her eyes, usually as if trying to assess the situation, but as the evening wore on the questioning glances decreased, replaced by smirks and thinly veiled attempts to refrain from laughing at the others. 

Perhaps the greatest surprise in the evening came when Theo agreed to not only try some Asgardian ale, but challenge Barnes to what one might consider a drinking contest with the aforementioned ale. Given Barnes held two significant advantages - his substantially larger size and the physiological changes from the super-soldier serum - the odds seemed stacked against the sorceress. If anything, Loki suspected that hubris fueled Theo’s decision.

However, he was far too curious about the outcome to consider intervening unless things turned sour, and up to that point he saw no cause for concern. Theo seemed fine, continuing to engage in conversation while working through her beverage. Occasionally, Loki caught himself staring at Theo’s petite hands, her dainty fingers wrapped around the massive mug of ale. If he could be honest with himself, The juxtaposition was rather adorable.

Barnes, unsurprisingly, was the first to finish his ale. Theo, however, was not far behind.

“I have a proposition.” Banner spoke up, looking between the empty mugs with a twinkle in his eye. “I think we should give these two a field sobriety test and see who is more sober… For science, of course.”

Loki, unfamiliar with the test Banner mentioned, hesitated. “And what exactly does a Midgardian sobriety test entail?” 

“Oh, it’s easy.” Theo assured him, standing up and stretching both arms overhead. “You just answer some questions and do some basic tasks, like walking in a straight line and balancing on one foot for a while.”

Loki studied Theo with some doubt; when she didn’t notice, he messaged her. “Are you certain it will be so simple?”

Theo typed and sent her reply without even looking at her mobile’s screen. “Bucky’s about to get destroyed.”

Barnes swayed the moment he stood up, nearly tripping over his own feet as he made his way towards the area where they set up the test. He hadn’t even walked half of the line marked out before it became clear as crystal that Barnes was utterly toasted.

Theo, meanwhile, seemed only lightly buzzed. She easily completed the straight line test… while walking on her hands. 

“A woman after my own heart,” Romanoff laughed, clapping as Theo finished the test. “It’s not often we have team members who are able to move like that.”

“Girl, you’ve gotta teach me how to do that,” Shuri exclaimed, “That’s dope as hell!”

Theo gracefully returned to her feet, pausing for just a moment to adjust her clothes before she feigned a curtsy and smirked at Barnes, who simply groaned from where he sat.

From what little Loki knew of Theo’s background, the ability to walk on her hands came as no surprise - she had formal training in acrobatic maneuvers, and her goaltending demonstration highlighted her agility. Yet, she did not seem like the sort who would walk on her hands for fun… Though from what he had seen, she certainly was the sort of person who would do so to prove a point. Quite frankly, It was the kind of thing that Loki might do if he were in her position.

All things considered, it seemed like Theo might share Loki’s penchant for mischief and trickery.

“Normally gods are the only ones who don't get knocked on their ass by Asgardian ale.” Stark commented, brow furrowed and eyes narrow as he studied Theo. 

“Asgard isn’t the only place with abnormally strong liquor,” Theo casually explained, shaking out her shoulders and stretching her neck. “There really are some places with nothing better to do than drown your sorrows!” 

Loki couldn’t help but laugh at her comment, though the choice of words piqued his curiosity. Of course there was the realm she refused to speak of, yet it sounded as if Theo referred to more than one location. Had she visited other realms as well?

Surely, she was exaggerating.

“You’re talking about Michigan, right?” Stark teased.

“No, I’m talking about spending time with you.” Theo deadpanned, winning a lively round of jeers and laughter of the group.

Not done showing off, Theo proceeded to balance on one foot for five minutes while casually discussing the merits of different types of alcohol that she’d encountered and how the Midgardian body metabolized alcohol, far longer than the 30 seconds that were required for a field sobriety test (at least, according to Doctor Banner). Gesturing vivaciously as she spoke, Theo’s eyes lit up with amusement as the others laughed along with her commentary.

As someone who was an expert at embellishing stories, Loki could tell when Theo added flourishes or exaggerated details. However, any talented storyteller understood that the best tales required a bit of panache, and Theo was no exception. While the others may not have noticed, to Loki, it was painfully obvious that Theo knew she was putting on a show. 

“Okay, I think at this point there’s a pretty clear winner.” Rhodes snickered as Barnes laid down on a sofa, complaining about the way the world spun..

Theo happily took the $40 that Barnes previously threw down on the table, smirking as she dramatically tucked it into her wallet.

“Is anyone hungry? I could go for some pizza right about now.” Maximoff asked, looking around at the others.

“FRI, you heard the lady!” Stark lifted his head as he spoke up to no one in particular. “Well… I was actually thinking we could go out for pizza?” Maximoff suggested, shrugging her shoulders as she pointed behind herself towards the elevator.

Frankly, after such lively conversation and company, Loki was nowhere near ready to turn in for the night… Even if “going out” was not his preferred activity, perhaps it was worth accompanying the others on their venture.

“As much as I’d love to, I should probably make sure Bucky gets to bed in one piece.” Rogers replied, his point amplified by Barnes’ unintelligible grumbles.

“Yeah, it’s getting late –” Banner glanced at his watch before he stood up. “I’m ready to call it a night.” 

“I’d join you.” Loki nodded at Maximoff, lightly shrugging his shoulders. 

“Pizza sounds like fun.” Belova pushed herself up from her seat. “I’d go.”

“I’m down!” Shuri added, stretching as she rose to her feed. 

Theo had yet to respond, eyes darting between the others as they responded. She didn’t seem tired, but experience indicated she would not opt-in unless clearly invited to attend 

“The night is young – why not enjoy some excellent company for a little longer?” Turning to Theo, Loki offered a wry smile as he offered a hand to help her up. “Would you care to join? I suspect Maximoff would even let you select the pizza place…” He shot a knowing glance to Maximoff, who grinned and nodded.

“Sure, I suppose I can come along.” Theo perked up, mirroring Loki’s smile as she accepted the gesture, and allowed Loki to pull her to her feet. “I’m not sure what my options are for pizza around here, so I would defer to someone else to choose.”

Loki felt a bit of heat creep up on his cheeks - he ought to have remembered that Theo only recently became a resident of Midtown, so her knowledge of local eateries would be limited at best.

“Oh, there’s lots of great options nearby!” Parker exclaimed, bouncing up from his seat. “My favorite is–”

“She didn’t tell you to pick a place,” Shuri held a hand out to stop him as she smirked.

Parker replied with a pout, crossing his arms to make a point.

“If you tell me what place you want to go to, I’ll suggest it,” Theo winked at the spiderling.

“That’s not how this works!” Shuri protested, turning to Theo and covering her heart with mock offense.

“Okay, okay,” Theo held up her hands, laughing as she shook her head. “Wanda, pick a place since you wanted pizza and I have no idea what’s good around here.”

“I can do that - Vis, you coming?” Maximoff beamed at Vision, reaching for his hand.

“I shall accompany you.”

And off they went, in search of pizza.

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If anyone had asked Theo that morning how she expected her evening to go, drinking a supersoldier under the table and then going out for pizza at one in the morning with some of the Avengers would not have come to mind. Yet, in another edition of “my life is stranger than fiction,” that was exactly how Theo’s night played out.

The pizza place Wanda recommended was fairly close to Avengers tower - down an alleyway and through a side door, the restaurant sat tucked in the basement of a bar that Theo recognized because she played a couple shows there a while ago.. 

When they first walked in, the atmosphere practically screamed “hole in the wall.” The lights were kept low - low enough that it was easy to hide the dirt permanently coated on the floors. The smell of cheese and cheap beer lingered in the air. Even at the late hour, the place was packed. Perhaps the low light was to their advantage - no one seemed to notice the group of superheroes as they made their entrance, which was a relief. It took Theo back to the midnight hours in Durham. Her friends drunkenly crowded into booths for food after spending the night getting guys to buy out the bar for them. Theo had to play along in those days in order to hide her magic and its effects on her body - however, the lack of drunkenness meant she was still able to recall the exact way the place felt. And this… this felt all too familiar. 

When they found an empty booth, they wasted no time claiming it as their own, even if it meant they had to squish together so everyone fit. With the way they packed themselves together, Theo couldn’t help but notice Loki’s body against hers, steady and firm without encroaching on her personal space. Loki may have been her first friend among the Avengers, but that didn’t mean they were ever quite so close. From Theo’s observations, Loki seemed like he avoided physical contact whenever possible, recoiling from Thor’s touch and carefully distancing himself when anyone else drew near. Really, Theo couldn’t remember ever having made any physical contact with him that wasn’t an accidental brush of the hands when they handed items to each other. 

Despite feeling a bit thrown off by the touch, she wasn’t uncomfortable… If anything, it was actually kind of nice. 

Not that she was going to say anything, because that would absolutely make it weird. 

The effortless, lighthearted conversation that started on the rooftop continued the moment they sat down, even as everyone made quick work of the first round of drinks and the pizza, continuing to the extent that it wasn’t long before they ordered another round of drinks. 

After the waitress delivered the second round of drinks, Wanda swallowed the bite of pizza she had been chewing, then spoke up. 

“Thank you.” Wanda paused, considering her words. “For coming out tonight, that is. This has been fun.” She beamed at Theo. “I’m glad you have a sense of humor. The pigeon was well played.”

Theo blushed, biting back a smile. “Thanks for letting me in on the fun… though I have to say, I think Loki took the trophy home for best prank of the night.”

This time Loki didn’t try to deny it, grinning with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “It is important to remind my brother to stay humble… ‘Tis best to not allow his ego to overtake him. Do you agree?”

Theo let out a laugh, just barely tinged with melancholy as she thought about her sister. “That is part of a sibling’s job description, isn’t it?”

“Am I remembering correctly that you have a sister?” Vision asked Theo. “I recall mention of a sibling in your file, though you’ve not spoken much on the matter.”

Theo flinched, though the motion was barely perceptible. Loki’s eyes flickered over at her - he must have still noticed. 

“I do… but she’s presumed dead, like my parents. We got separated when we ended up in the other realm” Theo shrugged as nonchalantly as she could manage, but the way the expressions in the group softened told her that they picked up on her discomfort around the topic. “My Mémère – err, my Grandma – raised me after that, and she raised my younger cousin, Max; he’s practically my younger brother.”

“There’s no reason to be nervous; family is a complicated subject for pretty much everyone on the team.” Wanda assured her.

Theo flashed a thin, yet grateful smile. “Yeah, I gathered that was practically a prerequisite for joining the Avengers.”

Loki snorted at her comment.

Wanda took the opportunity to change the topic, launching into the recap of the last band that she saw in this particular place. Apparently this was one of her favorite spots to go when she wanted to blend in and have some fun, especially since the poor lighting made it hard to be recognized. 

As Wanda spoke, Theo noticed a young couple making out next to a jukebox and couldn’t help but smile at the sight – they may have assumed that the poor lighting obscured them from view, but their affection was sweet. Another wave of nostalgia from her days in Durham washed over Theo.

It occurred to her that everyone in the booth had lived vastly different lives from her own: a literal princess sat next to a kid who grew up in Queens; an orphan sat next to an android, who sat across from a frost giant/literal god, and on Theo’s opposite side was someone who trained to be a spy since before she could walk. However, Theo didn’t feel like a fish out of water. On the contrary, she actually felt like she belonged there, sitting in this cramped booth with six other people who knew what it was like to be different. And the best part was, she didn’t even have to hide what made her unique.

Her heart warmed at the thought.

By the time they finally left the pizza place, it was nearing three in the morning – the sun would rise in a few hours, however Theo was still wide awake. Wanda must have sensed that Theo was still ready for an adventure because she paused outside, looking in the direction opposite the tower.

“So where are we going now?” Theo inquired, looking between the others. 

“Given you have a high alcohol tolerance, I think we should do some bar hopping,” Wanda offered, “This is New York, after all, the city that never sleeps. We might as well make it a proper night out!”

“The princess is out of her tower and there are some fine establishments nearby.” Loki added, a smug expression curling over his lips as he crossed his arms. Shuri cracked up, entirely aware that Loki was referring to Theo and not to her.

“I don’t know why you’re calling me a princess when we have a literal princess with us.” Theo offered a playful scoff in response to his joke, pointing at Shuri. 

“The literal princess had a great time, but she’s gotta go back to Oakland tomorrow.” Shuri smirked and took a bow. “So I’ve gotta call it a night.”

“Yeah, I have a biology exam I need to study for tomorrow, so I should get some sleep.” Peter agreed.

“I head out for a mission bright and early,” Yelena sighed, “So I should probably go too.”

“They may be ditching us, but I’m down to go check out the bars,” Theo offered. “But I hope you don’t make the same mistake Bucky did - that might not go as well, since you aren’t a super soldier.”

Wanda laughed freely, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Oh no, I’m not about to try and match you drink for drink. Consider this our way of giving you a tour of the neighborhood!”

Vision, of course, was also fine with bar hopping; as long as Wanda was there it seemed like he would be happy. 

After bidding goodnight to Shuri, Peter, and Yelena, the remaining four Avengers departed for the first bar. The cover of night provided protection from the stares that Theo expected to get walking down the street, though it was likely helped by the decrease in people out and about at the odd hour. 

The quartet moved between local bars seamlessly. The sight of the Avengers didn’t draw the looks Theo would have expected most celebrities to draw - the other three, apparently, were regulars. They chatted with other customers and joked around with the bartenders, always making a point to casually slip an introduction to Theo in the mix without making it awkward. More often than not, the other customers would buy a round of drinks for the group as a way of welcoming Theo to the team, and before Theo could respond either Loki or Wanda would accept on her behalf.

If Theo didn’t know better, Loki and Wanda were on a mission to see just how much alcohol it took to get Theo drunk; frankly, as long as Theo wasn’t the one footing the bill, she didn’t mind the opportunity to loosen up a bit.

As the sun crept over the horizon, Theo felt the warm buzz that came with mild inebriation, having consumed enough alcohol to finally overcome her obnoxious tolerance. 

Loki had a slight flush to his cheeks and a hint of glassiness in his eyes – there was no way that he could become intoxicated from what a human would drink alone, but between the Asgardian ale he consumed earlier and the other drinks, he seemed more relaxed than usual. Up until that point, Theo noticed that even when relaxed, Loki always had this air of being immensely composed, but that night it seemed like he let some of that properness fall away and let his guard drop ever-so-slightly.

In contrast, Wanda was comfortably drunk, allowing herself to hiccup and giggle freely while slurring some of her words. Not messy drunk by any means, thanks to Loki and Vision switching out some of her drinks for Shirley Temples when Wanda wasn’t looking (given how easily they managed the feat, Theo guessed it wasn’t the first time they had swapped her drinks so she didn’t get sick). 

Vision was the only one who was sober, but that had to be a normal occurrence… Not shockingly, it was impossible for an artificial intelligence system to process alcohol. Theo found it odd to watch Vision eat and drink like a normal person, since he didn’t actually digest food and that he didn’t even need to eat to function. The sight was even more jarring when he camouflaged himself to appear like a person and not an android, which he did anytime he ventured into public. 

Still, it wasn’t the weirdest thing Theo had ever seen…

With the sun peeking over the horizon, bringing with it the impending arrival of the morning, the group agreed it was time to return to the tower. While there was nothing on their agenda for the day that they had to prepare for, by that time everyone had been awake long enough that they were more than ready for bed. Vision and Wanda led the way, Vision wrapping his arm around Wanda to help her stay steady as she giggled and cooed endlessly at him, utterly lovestruck each time she looked at her partner. 

Behind them, Loki and Theo strolled beside each other in comfortable silence. As they moved, Theo discreetly observed Loki. His normally upright, regal posture had softened. His eyes gazed out into the distance, though it didn’t seem like they had a fixed point of interest. He kept his hands in his pockets, and his expression reserved - just the slightest hint of knitted brows adorned his expression.

The man beside her was different from the Loki that Theo first met, or the Loki she saw earlier in the evening – the sharp, charismatic, and sarcastic prince was replaced by a much quieter, introspective man. Even with the faint warmth of the alcohol in Theo’s system, she could sense storms swirling in his mind that were locked away from public view. She couldn’t help but wonder how often he allowed that side of him to show.

When they arrived at the tower and made their way up to the residential floors, Theo couldn’t help but notice the way that Loki held the elevator door for her, and how he placed his hand on the small of her back as she passed by. It must have been the way that Loki was raised that made him do those things - as a prince, he must have been taught these types of gestures as a part of proper etiquette - but the feeling of his touch lingered long after his hand left her back.

No one else was around, which meant that it was either too early for the others to be up, or those who were already awake were off doing something else. Those moments of stillness were rare in the tower, and after a long but fun night out, Theo was grateful for the peace and quiet. Up ahead, Wanda giggled and squealed as Vision patiently coaxed her towards their suite. It didn’t take long for them to disappear behind the door, leaving Loki and Theo to themselves. The pair’s comfortable silence continued as they made their way down the hall, pausing outside the door to Theo’s suite.

“This was a lot of fun,” Theo commented to Loki, a shy smile on her lips as she took hold of the door handle, but refrained from opening the door.

“Indeed,” he nodded, sticking his hands back in his pockets and shifting his weight back onto his heels as he gave her a nervous smile. “I’m glad you’ve come out of your shell a bit more – it is nice to spend time with you.” 

They both stood there, biting back smiles as they looked into each other’s eyes. In the peace of the tower and the sun rising, there was almost a special sort of peace that fell between them - a moment frozen in time.

Eventually though, that moment had to end.

Theo cleared her throat, a rising heat now present on her cheeks. “Well, I should probably…” Theo trailed off, gesturing that she was going to head inside. “Uh, good night Loki.”

“Right,” Loki blushed, looking away as he dipped his head. “Good night Theo.” 

Theo found herself reflecting on the night as she got ready for bed. Yes, Loki, the little bastard was right - the Avengers, for all their initial assumptions and hesitations, genuinely did want to be her friend.

And despite every reason why Theo shouldn’t want to, at the end of the day… She wanted to be their friend too. 

I let go (I let go) This is something spiritual (something spiritual) A vibrant soul (a vibrant soul) Give me life, give me love Got me hooked on a higher dose No sorrow (baby this is chemical) Hit just like an antidote (can’t come down, down) Adios (give me, yeah give me) Give me life, give me love  Leveled up on a higher dose

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lately I've been obsessed with the idea of ​​a wandanat fanfic (or just a one shot) where they dynamic is kind of joe goldberg and love quinn from you...

also no one can convince me that wanda in love isn't a little like love quinn

#wandanat #wanda x natasha #black widow #natasha romanoff #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #scarlet widow #writing prompt #love quinn is just like me <3 #and we love her ofc

[the-doomed-witch]

#wanda maximoff #yelena belova #scarlet witch #black widow #wanda maximoff x reader #yelena belova x reader #yes the poll is a week long. for reasons ofc

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 109

Welcome to Week 109

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers​​​​​​​ & header by me

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Civil War Brooklyn - Chp 16 - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @saiyanprincessswanie​

That Sass - (Andy x Reader) - @hollybee8917

All the King's Men - Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @nastybuckybarnes​

Calcifer? (Johnny x Reader) - @fluffycutecevans​

Sinful Sunday - (Ari x Reader) - @ozarkthedog​

Putting On A Show - (Brunnhilde (Val x Reader) - @imanuglywombat​

Kiss Interrupted - (Wanda x Reader) - @ghostofskywalker​

You can take it - (Bucky x Reader) - @thenhewaswrongaboutme​

Test Drive - (Bucky x Reader) - @cherrypickertheory​

Hey handsome - (Steve x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes​

Baby, Aren't You Hungry? - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch​

All's Fair in Love and Cheer - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​

Portrait of a God - (Loki x Reader) - @gigglingtigger

Time of the Damned - (Steve x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan​

Through the Mirrorverse 3 - @ironlady1993​

Can't Keep My Hands To Myself - (Steve x Reader) - @christywantspizza​

Training Partners - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​

How Much I Feel - (Ari x Reader) - @jtargaryen18​

Capital of needs - (Ransom x Reader) - @royalsweetteaa​

Been breaking for a lifetime for you - (Steve x Reader) - @madscape

Is Love - (Steve x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan

Delicate Edges - Part 6 - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

Girlfriend boyfriend, Girlfriend boyfriend - Part 5 - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

The Auction - Chp 4 - @caffiend-queen

Riding On - Chp 27 - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes

The Customer is Always Right - (Steve x Reader) - @cockslutpadalecki

Miss Velvet - Chp 7 - (Bucky x Reader) - @missvelvetsstuff

Dark Drabbles Series 2 - @ironlady1993

Biker Ari vs The Brat - @angrythingstarlight

New Rules - Part 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Sibling Rivalry (Chapter 28) - (Steve x Reader) - @imdarkinme

Sunrise - Part 6 - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

The Agony of Desire - Part 3 - (Billy x Reader) - @becauseicantthinkwritings

Slaughter - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @lunarbuck

Aahp (1) - A cold December night - (Nick x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Stranger In My House - (Bradley x Reader) - @writercole

Be their roommate - (Steve x Reader) - @1000night

Heaven (won’t) Help You - Part 6 - (Bucky x Reader) - @musingsinmoonlight

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #ari levinson x reader #andy barber x reader #johnny storm x reader #brunnhilde x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #mr freezy x reader #nick fowler x reader #winter soldier x reader #billy russo x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #frank adler x ofc #tony stark x reader

[ronwestbreeze]

TO THE UNIVERSE AND BACK | HAZARD

summary: Lila leaned forward on her knees, eyes wide again. “Is that your organ story? Do you have dead parents also? Cooper says a real superhero usually has dead parents.”

“...Um no. But maybe we should stop listening to Cooper, yeah? Also, its origin story, not organ.”

or

What happens when Willow Bennett accidently travels to a whole other universe? And meets a superhero hero team that’s far from perfect just like her?

Great.

As if her life wasn’t hard enough.

Hazard is the first story to my ongoing series To The Universe and Back.

READ THE FIC HERE

#peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x reader #black!reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff fanfiction #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter x you #tasm!spiderman x you #avengers x reader #avengers x platonic reader #avengers fanfiction #avengers x ofc #steve rogers x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff imagine #pietro maximoff #tony stark x you #bruce banner #clint barton #black widow #hawkeye #thor odinson #black panther

[ellariasand]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ♥️

Oh gosh, this is so sweet!! Thank you!

This took forever to put together, because tbh I’m overly critical of my own writing and it’s touch to look back on my work after I’ve written it, but I’m sure those of y’all who follow me will not be surprised to see most of this at all. 

Hilariously, none of these are the pieces that are particularly beloved by readers — in fact, some of them have the lowest hit/kudos counts across my entire AO3 profile. And hilariously, only one of them is explicitly a Kastle fic, which seems like the only thing I ever write anymore, lol. 

But hey, in no particular order: 

language barrier — Maya Lopez & Frank Castle, gen, rated G. This spun off my excitement from the Hawkeye finale over Christmas, and is a short little piece of Maya coming to Frank for help after being injured. Frank doesn’t speak ASL, but he can’t not help a kid in need (Frank Castle, magnet for women in distress), so he does his best to learn. I just love Maya and Frank as a friendship, and I’m proud of writing a no-dialogue story while also getting Frank’s inner voice down fairly well. It’s also the first installment in what is slowly spiraling into a Thunderbolts concept I’m working on behind the scenes — which is really just an excuse to give Frank Castle a bunch of adoptive daughters, lol. 

dead ringer — Boba Fett & Fennec Shand & Omega, gen, rated G. This was written for a Big Bang event for Book of Boba Fett, and is one of the few Star Wars fics I’ve written that isn’t some kind of modern day AU to allow me to avoid writing the nuances of sci-fi. It boils down to Boba searching for his fellow clone/sister, and there’s notes of Fennec/Boba in there, but it’s mostly a character piece for Boba, and I’m very proud of both my worldbuilding and the dialogue, particularly Fennec’s narration, since I’d never written for her before — I think this took me like, three days to finish despite being 7.5k. 

hold on — Frank Castle/Maria Castle & Frank Castle/Karen Page, rated G. This was the brainchild of a conversation with one of my besties, and also partially out of spite because I was upset that there are virtually no Punisher fics (especially not recently) that touch on Frank’s relationship with Maria beyond just her death and the days leading up to it. The conceit is that Karen finds one of Maria’s old mixtapes that Frank had kept, and the song triggers a memory for Frank, of dancing with Maria to “Hold On” by Wilson Phillips, hence the title. There’s just something about the tone of this one that I really adore, and Maria is such a fun character to write, even though I’ve only ever done it in flashback — see also my hungry heart piece from recently. She’s so feisty and full of personality, and this fic really successfully pairs her with Karen and establishes that Frank can have two loves of his life without having to shove one to the side for the other. 

a prize for rotten judgement — Oberyn Martell/Ellaria Sand, rated G. Ah yes, my other OTP. There is virtually no content for Oberyn and Ellaria as a ship on the Internet, so I took it upon myself to come up with a hitman AU for the two of them where Ellaria’s a surgeon, and this piece sees her sewing up Oberyn’s bullet wounds on her couch. I absolutely adore Ellaria in the same way that I do Maria Castle, and the dialogue and worldbuilding in this are just spot-on to me. I don’t like Game of Thrones at all, but it’s difficult to find Oberyn content that isn’t painfully oversexualized, and nigh on impossible to find Ellaria content at all, so I’m particularly proud of this corner of fandom that I’ve created. 

tramps like us — Wanda Maximoff & Frank Castle, gen, rated G. My most recent piece, this was the result of me seeing Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness and going “god, Wanda needs to sit down and have a talk with Frank because their trauma is so similar”. One of my favorite things to write is a good character piece where two people are able to just talk without much at all happening, and this is just that. I really nailed Frank’s voice here, and this piece feels cathartic for a lot of reasons, not least of which being the fact that I will always defend women in film going apeshit. Also possibly part of that Thunderbolts concept if I ever get around to it, lol. 

Honorary sixth place goes to you look like bad news (i gotta have you), which is the first in a series of fluffy Shane Walsh/Original Character fics I wrote entirely on impulse. It was my first foray into like, real, honest-to-god rom com writing, which is not something I’m normally half-decent at. But that sucker (which was initially supposed to be one chapter and turned into 16k and three chapters, oops) was so much fun and opened up an avenue for me to write easy, no pressure stories between projects if I need to blow off some steam. 

#good lord this is so many words #but hey i got to be self-indulgent #my work #maggie #ask games #frank castle x karen page #kastle #oberyn martell x ellaria sand #wanda maximoff #boba fett #shane walsh x ofc #shane walsh #frank castle

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Tell Me What We Are.

Summary: Steve Rogers x Fe!OC (Isla) - Isla came to the tower nearly three years ago and the moment Steve lay his eyes on her in a non-we’re-gonna-save-the-world-way, he couldn’t help but...feel something. But, after a few moments happen when they’re alone, both can’t help but feel there is something more but with their professions there isn’t much time to ask questions...

Disclaimer; CW didn’t really happen. Rather than 2 years and the Bucky secret, it was only a few months. Pure fluff, little bit of angst, a fade to smut (mostly kissing), avenger’s level threat. 

Isla had joined The Avengers just over three years ago. She had been found out in the hills of Montana after she was shot from her home town from another bad guy the Avengers they were sent to fight off. 

Isla - similar to Wanda - was a witch. She had powers that she could do almost anything with except, rather than red, her powers came out different shades of blue through to white depending on her emotions behind what she was doing. 

From the moment Isla had saved Pepper’s life after she was caught in a cross-fire at a bank in the city centre, Tony gave her her own floor like the rest of the Avengers. Even if she wasn’t offically one. 

Deputy Ross had come down hard on her when she refused to sign both the Accords and the Avenger’s treaty which would have made her an offical one. And when Steve did his disappearing act for a few months after he and Tony had faught over the accords, Isla had done the same. Except, she hadn’t ran away with him but settled in a cabin on the edge of a small town around Montana. 

However, since the world seems to hate her, she was left with a feeling in the bottom of her stomach. Could there have been something? Something between her and Steve?

They had been growing close as friends before the Accords, training together - she even beating him a few times when it came to hand-to-hand combat - living together and even learning how to dance together. 

The dancing part had come when Tony decided to throw a party for the Stark company and EVERYONE was to attend, learn how to dance and even dress in gala-style black-tie. 

Neither Steve or Isla had a date so, they decided to take one another, however neither knew how to dance. So, with the help of Natasha, they took lessons together. 

And, as Steve had dropped her off in the middle of the wood that lay behind her home, there was a moment. It was unspoken, and just felt in the air but even Wanda and Natasha could see it as they watched Steve say goodbye to her. 

“You can stay with us, you know?”

Isla smiled weakly, looking to her feet kicking the dirt beneath her shoes. She gripped hold of the handle on her duffle bag and eventually found the strength - even after continuing to avoid his eye contact - to look at him. “I know.”

Then there was the moment. Just looking at one another. If this was a movie, they’d probably kiss. But it wasn’t. They were just two people stood across from one another, terrified to talk about what was happening. So, they left it. 

“Call me.” Steve told her. 

“I will.” Isla quickly hugged him, the hug itself lasting a little too long for just friends, and stepped back. “Be safe?”

“I will.”

Then, a few months later when they reunited, there was that moment again. But it wasn’t solemn, it was...gladness. They could see one another again. There was no fear, no worry about anything else. 

But they didn’t hug. They didn’t kiss. They just stood across from one another, like an invisible barrier had placed itself firmly between them. Right place, wrong time?

The training continued but after a few months of being back in their routinue, something seemed to shift. They had been laughing with one another as they sparred on the mat and suddenly, Steve found himself on his back, still laughing with Isla on top of him. But, a few moments into it, she stopped. She could see his eyes but it was more than that. 

Isla had seen Steve’s eyes a thousand times or more now, but something in her gut- no, something in her soul shifted. 

“What? What are you looking at?”

“Nothing. N-Nothing. I need to go.”

“Isla?”

Isla scrambled to her feet, Steve now worried about her. She rubbed a hand over her face and walked panickedly off the mat and onto the floor. 

“Whoa, Isla? Hey, Isla. What’s happened? Hey, talk to me.”

“I need to go.”

She was too fast. Steve couldn’t rush quick enough to get in front of her to stop her. She was laughing with him two mintues ago. So, what happened?

“I - I’m fine, Steve. I - I just...”

Isla looked back to him but it was like a dagger to her chest as she did, so she just left. She picked up her jacket and left as quickly as she could. 

“Isla? Isla!”

Isla got to the top of the stairs, Natasha coming into her path. But Isla didn’t look up. 

“Isla?”

Isla quickly ran down the stairs and towards the emergecy exist before she took the second set of stairs across the security hall and finally landed in her bedroom. 

She just fell in love with Steve Rogers. 

Three weeks later, after avoiding Steve for the first two before he finally cornered her- well, stopped her from running away from him again down the stairs. Thankfully, she managed to pull it off, convincing him it was just a momentary freak-out and they were fine. 

But Steve knew it was something more than nothing. 

So, when it came to Tony’s annual gala-party that he threw for the introduction of a new tech product, Steve found Isla stood in the hall. 

“Hey, what are you doing out here?”

“Just...thinking. I’m fine, Steve. Honestly, you don’t have to worry about me.”

Steve studied her for a moment. He might not have known her since they were kids, but he did know her like the back of his hand. “Okay.”

Suddenly, Isla felt a hand on her arm guiding her gentle down the hall and towards a closet. 

“Steve- what the hell are you doing?”

Pulling the string for the lightbulb above them, Steve turned to look at Isla. “Tell me what’s happening.”

“Steve, what-?”

“Don’t bullshit me.” Steve told her. “I know what happened the other week wasn’t just nothing. You’ve never been that panicked, even after nearly getting shot. And I know you’ve been trying your best to avoid me but I’m sick of it. Please, Isla...just talk to me.”

Isla couldn’t find the words. She just shook her head, crossing her arms across her body. 

“Isla...”

Slowly, Isla found the courage to look up to him. And there it was again; the moment. 

Only, this time the barrier wasn’t as strong. Steve found himself leaning in and down a little as Isla’s eyes met his. He hesitated for a second, looking in her eyes but there was no rejection. She didn’t lean back or push him away. Her arms slowly fell from her own body as Steve’s hand moved towards her cheek, pulling back for a split second before landing softly on her cheek, his thumb tracing her skin before he pulled her in closer. 

It was soft...gentle. It was nothing more than a light kiss yet every emotion was behind it. Steve knew he liked her. He had felt all those moments just like she had, confused and frustrated when nothing came of them. But now something had. 

Steve went to pull away - as much as he didn’t want to - however a small ‘mmph’ escaped from Isla’s voice as she placed a hand on his side and onto his shoulder, pulling him in again. Steve smiled a little into the kiss as Isla pulled him closer, allowing for his other arm to go around her waist to pull her flush against him. 

Eventually, the kiss slowly moved into a few smaller, peppered kisses but neither wished to leave this moment. Still holding the other as close as they could, their heads rested against one anothers. 

God, this was magical. 

But, like all things, it was eventually cut short, well shorter.

Isla’s phone lit up, ringing loudly. 

“Isla? Where are you? I need your help.”

“Wanda? What-”

“Just meet me in the girl’s bathroom.” Wanda told her. “Oh! And bring my make-up bag with you. It’s behind the reception desk. Please hurry.”

Isla sighed and stepped back from when Steve had been holding her before the phone call. 

“I better go.”

“Okay.”

Steve didn’t want to let her go, but he didn’t know what else to say. He’d just had the best kiss in his life and the woman he’d been in love with secretley - albiet desperately - had just left the room. 

The following month, even after everything they had been through, was the most awkward month of either of their lives. Any time Steve would have a free moment, Isla was being dragged away by some Shield agent for a mission or training event. 

But they did manage to have another moment. 

It was just after Isla had gotten back from another training event. She was stuck in the elevator with Steve. 

She was going to take the stairs, but she just wanted to sleep and relax. 

The doors had dinged open when Steve looked up and saw Isla. 

“Oh, sorry. I- I’ll just take the stairs.”

Steve held up a hand as the doors began to close. “Isla, it carried more than one of us.”

“Right.” Isla realised. 

Getting in, the silence being ready to but cut with a knife, Isla pressed the button for her floor, the doors shutting closed. 

Steve tried his hardest to concentrate on the file in his hands but every other moment he found himself looking to her. They were still yet to talk about the gala-closet kiss. 

“How was training?”

“Good. New case?”

“Yeah.”

Eventually, the doors opened up and Isla stepped out and walked down the hall but not before Steve held the doors open again, calling after her. 

“Isla.”

“Yeah?”

Steve seemed to lose the words he was going to speak. “Good night.”

Isla had hoped it would have been more than that. 

“Good night, Steve.”

Pushing open her door, she dropped her bag by her desk, pulled out her clip from the back of her hair and removed her jacket. 

Should she go after him? Everyone else was asleep so it wasn’t like someone would stop her in the hall. She’d be at his floor in no time with no interuptions. But what would she say?

But she didn’t have to think long because her feet carried her towards her door and as she opened it, she found Steve stood on the other side. 

“Oh,”

“Hi.”

Isla smiled back. “Hi.”

“I- I just...” Steve lost all words again. He could have made up another lie about asking her a question about the case. Just like he had planned to when he paced outside her room for a few moments before deciding to knock - not that he did since she had opened the door on him. 

There was the moment again. 

But there was no longer a barrier. 

Rushing forward, Isla reached up to pull Steve down. Steve dropped the file, letting his arms go around her body before they kissed again only this time more desperately. 

“Isla-”

The words stopped coming from Steve’s mouth as Isla kissed him again. So, sweeping her off her feet, he carried her back into her room, shutting the door with his foot. 

Isla found herself pressed aginst the wall and back on her feet. Neither wanted to break this kiss, so they didn’t. Steve began to undo the buttons of his dark blue shirt, Isla breaking his kiss to help him. Steve smiled as he lifted her chin so she’d look at him again. And they began all over again. 

The kisses became more heated, Isla placed her hands on Steve’s chest as he walked backwards, pulling her shirt from his body. His hands pulled her closer once again, Isla now the one walking backwards towards her bed. 

Steve’s hands grappled at her waist as he tugged her t-shirt up, his hands roaming her hips before he pulled it over her head, tossing it aside. 

The pair landed on the bed, Isla pulling the white vest from Steve’s chest and over his head before he made his way back down to her, kissing her once again. 

“Steve-”

Steve moved back from her neck to look at her, Isla holding his face. There was that moment again, their eyes doing the communicating so no words had to be spoken. Both shared a smile when they felt it, Steve leaning down to feel her lips against his again. 

He wanted to tell her so much, just like she did. But there was still that small barrier that stopped them from doing so. So they both showed it. 

The next morning, Steve woke to find Isla still asleep beside him. He held her closer, her eyes not ready to open. Her legs intertwined with his own letting him know she was awake. 

“Good morning.”

Isla just gave a small groan, Steve chuckling. He knew how much she hated mornings. Especially early ones. 

Isla snuggled closer to his chest feeling his body warmth. After a few mintues, Steve went to move however Isla tried to pull him back. 

“Nooo.”

Steve chuckled, kissing her forehead before trailing the kisses to her lips. Isla trying to hold his face closer as he did so. 

“I’ve got a training session with Bucky and you’ve got a meeting with Hill.”

“Ugh, I hate work.”

“How about we meet back here later tonight, you find a movie and I’ll bring the pizza?”

“I love it.”

“Good.”

Steve smiled before moving back down to kiss Isla a few more times before finally he made his way - reluctantly - out of her grasp and towards her bathroom. 

Looking around the room, Isla moved around, finding Steve’s shirt on the floor before she picked it up and wore it herself. It was bigger on her than Steve and covered her just enough. 

And, if Steve didn’t have a training session to get to, he would have stayed all day. Especially after he saw her as he came out of the shower to grab a spare towel and his old clothes from her closet. 

In recent years, many of Steve’s old clothes had gone missing and there was only one culprit. Isla. 

Steve groaned as Isla was now the one to move away from his graps after they kissed. 

“Nope. LIke you said, ‘training session’.” Isla smirked as she backed away from Steve. 

“Tease.”

Isla looked back over her shoulder and smiled towards Steve. “Oh, please. You love it.”

However, as the day continued - Bucky noticing the change in Steve’s attitude as he came into training - that pizza-and-movie night never came. 

But a mission did - two weeks later.

“Talk to me, what’ve got?” Steve asked as he practically marched into the case room, Isla stood with a tablet in her arms casting her screen. 

“Hostages. 10 of them - as we can see.”

“As we can see?” Steve asked looking to her. 

Isla nodded. “We have a SWAT team stationed a mile and half outside the location. Any closer or any further, they lose satillite connection.”

“Who’ve you got on comms?”

“Hutchings.”

Steve placed the headphones by his ear. “Hutchings, tell me what you can see. The picture isn’t coming in clear.”

“It seems empty, Sir. Just the hostages. We’ve sweeped with the drones but there is no-one else. Wait-”

“What’s going on?”

“I - I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you doing know?” Isla asked. 

“Ther’es someone but their body temp...”

“What about their temp.”

“They’re alive but their not...”

“Not what?” Steve asked. “Hutchings?”

Hutchings was confused to say the least. “Human.”

Within the next half an hour, the team was on the jet and heading the 1500 miles away to help with the fight. 

“Isla, can we talk?”

Isla clicked another mag into her gun before placing it into her holster. “It’s okay, Steve.”

“Isla-”

She turned back around. “No, Steve. Okay, I get it. You’re busy. So am I. Maybe this is just how it’s meant to be.”

That evening, after they woke up together, Steve never made it back to her room. He was pulled into a mission a state over. And then when he came back, she was dragged into a meeting. But, if she was being truthful...she was trying to avoid Steve. 

Her thoughts had gotten to her in the last two weeks after her and Steve had spent the night together. The lives they led, the work they did...maybe this was it. Come together every once in a while but wish it was more...

“Isla, please.”

Steve wanted nothing more than to be with her. She made him happy. Made him want to be a better man. Made...made him want to live a life that was away from work. 

And Steve wanted that to be with her. 

“We’ll talk later, Steve.”

However, as the hours passed they found themselves in the middle of a battle with another witch. Someone who had found power from an electric shock and an old page stained with painted caligraphy. 

“Ah, the...substitue.”

“That’s me.” Isla smiled. 

They were alone in the wood behind the hostage building. Steve was helping SWAT get them out safe and well. 

“Is there a reason why you chose not to become an Avenger?”

Isla shrugged. “I’ve got a roof over my head and a pillow under my head. Couldn’t ask for much more, could I?”

“A movie and pizza?”

The new witch smiled. “Oh, come on, a pretty thing like you surely has someone to date? Share a shake with? I mean, that Captain of yours...if I were you I’d jump on that before somebody else could.”

“You got anything else to get out of your system whilst no-one can hear you?”

“No. That’s about it. Wait- there is one more thing.”

Isla sighed, rolling her eyes and placed a hand on her hip. “What?”

“Oh, yeah. See you in the afterlife.”

A shock of electic was sent straight to Isla’s core, making her double over in pain before she was hit again and collasped to the floor. 

The pain was growing more and more as she screamed out in pain and just when she was about to pass out, a shield came flying at the new witch - previously known as Kylie. 

Screams and shouts followed, Wanda landing beside Isla as she was clutching her stomach in pain. Multiple times Wanda shouted for a medic team and for Steve, but it was like no-one could hear her. 

“Steve!”

The medics wouldn’t be able to make it to the site, but with Wanda’s help, they could make it to the medics. 

“Steve-” Isla’s voice came out faint at first before she managed to find a small feat of strength. “Steve!”

The shield came flying back to Steve as his worried expression now turned and saw Isla. She looked like life was slipping from her. 

She looked to Steve...another moment. This can’t be the end. 

Isla groaned again, looking down to the ground, Wanda’s hands supporting her back and head. 

“We need to get her back.”

Over the following hours, Kylie being taken into Shield custody, Steve couldn’t help but worry. 

Wanda brought him some fresh clothes so he could change out of his Cap suit and even handed him a damp cloth. He wiped some of the dirt from his face before placing the towel down. 

“I can’t loose her, Wanda.”

Wanda nodded, taking the towel from his lap and using it to clean his head herself. “I know.”

“For...for so long...I’m in love with her, Wanda.”

Wanda smiled as she dapped the corner of the towel to his head, her voice only loud enough for him to hear. “Congratulations. You’re the last to know.”

Steve let a laugh escape from him. “Thanks.”

“Steve, I know our lives are busy but...you can make it work. You both can. You just need to tell her.” Wanda told him. “And don’t even try and start to ask if she feels the same because even a blind man from space can see she is completely in love with you.”

“Really?” Steve asked. 

“Really.”

Wanda finished cleaning up Steve’s wounds, even healing a few with her own powers before she sat back. 

“Clint made it work.” Wanda added. “You can make it work, too.”

And nearly an hour later, Steve was alerted to how Isla was holding up. 

“She’s weak, but she’ll be okay.” The doctor told him. “The equivilent of what happened to her is someone being shot and loosing blood. She’s tired and she’ll need a while to recover, but with help, she’ll be back to herself in no time.”

“Can I see her?”

The doctor nodded. 

“I’ll wait out here.” Wanda said, placing a hand on Steve’s back. “Go. I’ll make sure people stay out for a while.”

“Thank you.”

Steve made his was down the hallway before finding Isla lay on the hospital bed. She was awake but tired. 

“Hey,”

Isla looked over to him, “Hi.” 

Slowly, Steve walked inside. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a truck. You know, the usual.”

Steve managed to force a smile, but they both knew how she was feeling.

“Listen, Isla, I-”

“Tell me what we are.” Isla’s voice was soft, almost fed-up. She was tired of her thoughts going round and around in her head telling her to question what was actually happening. They had kissed. They had slept together. But they hadn’t actually talked. Was this something that could lead to more? Or was it just a fleeting feeling that both would never act on again?

Steve stalled for a moment. He wasn’t expecting her to be so direct. If this had been another moment, maybe it would have been a question. But this was a statement. 

“Steve, I’m tired.” Isla began. “I’m tired of whatever this feeling is and not knowing whether I’m meant to forget it or if you want the same. And, you were right. That day in the training room...I freaked. I freaked because I realised what that feeling was. And I don’t know what to do with it. So, please. Please tell me what we are.” 

The tears were ready in Isla’s eyes. She was trying her best to hold them back, but they fell anyway. God, she just wanted to know. 

Steve was now sat beside her and took her hand in his. “I can’t tell you what we are. But I can tell you what I feel. I’m in love with you, Isla. I always have been. It just took me a little longer to realise it. When...when I lie in bed at night and think of a life I could lead, the family I could have away from work...you’re there. You’ve always been there. I can’t tell you what we are because I don’t know what we are. But I know I want us to be something. Something more than friends.”

“I’m in love with you, Isla. And I want you in my life, more than you know.”

Steve squeezed Isla’s hand a little before lifting it to his lips and placing a soft kiss on her knuckled. 

After a moment, Isla removed her hand from Steve’s and slowly sat up. Steve panicked firt because he thought that was her way or saying ‘no’ and then because she was moving herself when she shouldn’t have been. 

But, as she sat up, her hair made wavy from the braids that had been in her hair, Isla gave a slightly confused look for a moment before placing a hand on Steve’s cheek and kissed him. 

Steve kissed back, being careful not to hurt her as her hand lowered to his chest and Steve held her face in his hands. 

Eventually, the pair broke apart, their heads gently resting against one anothers. 

“I’m in love with you, too, Steve.”

There was a few peppered kissed before Isla reached around Steve, pulling him into a hug. Steve held her just as tight, being sure once again to not hurt her. 

Maybe it had taken a few years but it was safe to say that they wouldn’t be leaving each other alone ever again and that that barrier was fully and completly demolished. 

#steve rogers #steve rogers x oc #captain america #captain america x oc #captain america x you #steve rogers x you #marvel #marvel x oc #marvel x you #isla #steve x isla #bucky barnes #wanda maximoff #tony stark #natasha romanoff #civil war #captain america x ofc #fluff #pure fluff #illusion #make-out #flirting #steve rogers flirt #love #falling in love #small moments #moments of love #first kiss #chris evans #chris evans x you

[mysticartsydaydream]

Three: Damn the Dark, Damn the Light

A future devoid of color brings to light certain unsettling revelations about the people Annabelle trusts most.

The drama is really heating up now. Can’t wait for y’all to find out what happens next!

#doctor strange x oc #stephen strange x ofc #the chain (keep us together) #stephen strange #annabelle rogers #amelia stark #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #yelena boleva #natasha romanoff #vision #my fic

[escapingreality1992]

A Visit from A Friend

Loki has arrived. He has come to rescue Stella. Or so he thinks. Truth comes to light. A realization hits him as he watches them. He stays another week to keep an eye on things. A decision may bring consequences. Or maybe not. Wait to find out.

Stella’s POV

        After another night seeking comfort in Rick’s arms, I woke finding I had curled up around him, his grip keeping me secure. He still slept soundly, the effect creating more feelings deep inside my soul. His lips were parted, the sunlight sketching out his features; the strong jawline, the recently tanned skin of his face, pieces of dark blonde hair fell over his forehead, prompting me to run my fingers through it.

        It was soft to the touch, and I combed through the short locks, resting my hand at the back of his neck, careful not to wake him. I moved my hand to his jaw, continuing the course to a bicep, feeling the muscle there. I traced over his tattoos, the featherlight touch causing him to shiver in his sleep. I froze, waiting for him to wake, but he sighed and managed to shift my body closer. I trailed my hand down towards his hand to link our fingers, brushing against his stomach. His breath hitched at the sudden contact; I pulled my hand back, letting him relax. I snuggled in his embrace to return to sleep, which lasted about a minute before his phone started buzzing on the nightstand.

        He groaned and opened his eyes to answer it, flashing me a sleepy smile.

        “Waller? What is it? Can’t this wait? Fine. I’ll come in and look at the file. What? No. No, you can’t request that,” he sighed and raked a hand over his face. “Okay. I’ll bring her. We’ll be there in 15 minutes,” He ended the call and raked a hand through his hair, turning to face me.

        “Waller wants to meet you. We should get ready. Be prepared for anything she may throw at you,” he told me.

        “Okay. Is everything okay?” I asked.

        “Yeah, it’s fine. She wants me to look over a thing that could be a potential mission. Once we’re done, we can grab lunch and see about getting you a new phone,” Rick said. We dressed and left his apartment, riding down to his workplace. We pulled up to the gate, Rick showing his ID to the guard. He nodded, pausing to stare at me.

        “She’s with me. Waller’s orders,” Rick stated. The guard opened the gate, allowing us through to the parking lot. He parked in his designated spot, and we got out, walking inside.

        “Welcome back, Flag. We’ve missed you,” a tall guy with glasses greeted us.

        “Thanks, John. This is Stella Walker. Stella, meet John Economos. He’s part of the mission control team here,” Rick introduced us.

        “Pleasure to meet you,” I said.

        “You’re the woman he brought back. But why…Waller wants to see her, right?” John stated. Rick nodded and led me to his desk where a file waited for him.

        “She’s gorgeous, Colonel. Do you know why Waller wants to meet her?” another voice said. A blonde female met my gaze and she smiled at me.

        “No idea. Emilia Harcourt, Stella Walker,” he answered.

        “In that case, good luck to both of you,” she said, walking away. Rick offered me his chair, leaning against the edge of his desk. He opened the file, pouring over the information page by page.

        “Flag. I see you’ve brought your house guest as I’ve asked you to,” a dark-skinned woman said. Though she was beautiful, she gave off a presence of “do not fuck with me”. I gathered she must be his boss.

        “I obey orders as they’re given. Stella, meet Amanda Waller. She’s in chard of running Task Force X behind the scenes while I run the missions in the field,” Rick greeted her.

        “Miss Walker. You must be quite something to capture our Colonel’s attention. Though, I can certainly see why. A pretty face to go with the supposed power you possess. I wonder if you can charm anyone else into saving you. Or perhaps the plan was to seduce Flag and distract him from what’s important,” she said. I saw Rick’s body tense at her words.

        “Charm isn’t part of my skill set. Taking on all sorts of pain is. It makes me wonder who hurt you if you love to instill fear into those who work with you. Who cause you so much pain to make you punish a good man for doing what’s right?” I stated.

        “Excuse me?” she asked.

        “I had friends back home who treated me like family. I had people in my life who didn’t scare me. Rick has been nothing but kind to me and I’m glad to call him a wonderful friend. Then, I look at you and I hear the words coming from your mouth and all I see is pain. Maybe I can relieve some of it for you,” I continued. I reached out to her, and she stepped back, flinching away from me.

        “No need to be afraid Amanda. I won’t hurt you. Well, so long as you don’t threaten my friends,” I stated. Silence filled the room, Waller looked at me, assessing my words and my ability carefully. Her lips curled up in a smile.

        “Keep this one around, Flag. She cares about others. She cares about you and damn the person who tries to cause you harm. Including me,” she said. She left the room, entering her office.

        “I guess you have her approval. I wouldn’t try that again, though. She might think differently next time,” Rick said.

        “I’m pretty sure I can handle her,” I joked, tapping his foot gently. “Anyway, does that need a mission? Is it important enough?” He nodded and excused himself to talk to Waller for a few minutes. I struck up a conversation with Harcourt and John, getting to know some of the members of mission control a little better. They seemed delighted with me and when Rick returned helped to sculpt a plan for the upcoming mission. I offered some input going off things I learned when I was with the Avengers. We reached a stopping point and ran our errands. As we left the building, we didn’t notice a person watching us from a distance. We wouldn’t know we would be visited by an old friend.

  Loki’s POV

        “I don’t understand. What could be so important you have to leave for a few weeks?” Thor said.

        “I’m looking into a case. A secret case. I don’t want anyone else involved,”

        “Loki, we might need you here. Let whatever it is go. Or at least let one of us go with you. What if you need backup?”

        “I’ve got this handled,” I snapped. I teleported out of the compound and began my journey to Louisiana. Stella needed to be found and with the new information Strange had unlocked within me, I followed my lead. Initially, I had planned on going down to the prison where he worked and questioning those he worked with. This was before I saw her walking down the street with the Colonel himself.

        Stella appeared to be happy, but it could have been faked for him not to hurt her. I followed them, keeping my distance to see where they were headed. They led me to a sandwich shop and then to a store to grab a phone. I followed them to an apartment complex, staking out to see if a routine played out.

        Once I found a pattern to how he lived and ran his life, then I could strike. I could rescue Stella and bring her home.

        “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you from him,” I whispered. I had seen how he touched her, how she had reciprocated. All a false pretense or so I thought. The truth would reveal itself soon and a realization would take hold in my memory. I kept watch for a few more hours, returning to a hotel to check in for two weeks.

  Stella’s POV – A few days later

          Rick had left to go on the mission he was assigned to when I first met his boss. In the time alone, the nightmares would come and go, leaving me to deal with them myself. I longed for his embrace, even Harley’s, but they were worlds away and I had to wait for their return. Another day passed and for that night, I ordered a pizza to eat. I had downed a slice when the door opened and in walked Rick. An injured and an exhausted Rick Flag.

        “Stella,” he said. He dropped his bag, closing the door with his foot. He strode to me and pulled me into a tight hug. He smelled of pine and smoke, the remnants of the mission lingering on his skin.

        “Rick. I missed you. You’re hurt. Do you want me to help you?” I greeted him.

        “I need a shower first. Could you come with me? You don’t have to join me, but I want your company,” I nodded and followed him to the bathroom, talking to him while he scrubbed clean. He stepped out, keeping his back turned, while he wrapped a towel around the bottom half of his body. He turned to me, and I scanned over him, taking note of the cuts and bruises he had. Rick knelt before me, taking a hand in his. He placed it on a cut across his chest.

        “Show me what you can do. Don’t go into my mid. I don’t want you taking on that pain. There were too many horrors, and I can’t have you witnessing them,” he instructed.

        “Okay,” I opened my ability focusing on his physical pain. Warmth flooded my body all the way to my toes, something I hadn’t felt before. Usually there was a cold sensation, a distance with those I helped. I passed my fingertips over the cut, making it disappear as I drifted over to his arm to heal the cut there. I kept going until each bruise and each cut were erased from his body, until I trembled with fatigue. Rick scooped me up in his arms, carrying me to bed and quickly put on pajama pants. He climbed in beside me, cradling my body to his.

        “Thank you,” he whispered, kissing the top of my head.

        “You’re welcome,” I said, drifting off to sleep.

  Loki’s Arrival

 Loki’s POV

        Now was the chance to act. I had watched them until I could figure out when I could interrogate Colonel Flag. I waited until she left to grab food and made my way to the apartment. He shouldn’t have taken my friend. She belonged with us. Who knew what he was doing to her?

        Stella wouldn’t be able to play along for too long. He could kill her, and I wasn’t about to let that happen. I snuck into the apartment and made myself invisible until I launched my attack. I waited until the apartment door opened and Stella walked through, carrying food and drinks. Then I launched my attack.

  Stella’s POV

        I went out to grab lunch for Rick and me. He had taken a day off to recover from the recent mission and I obliged wanting to spend time with him. I made a trip to our regular sandwich shop and ordered, carrying it back to the apartment. I walked in, drinks in one hand, the sandwiches in a bag on the other arm.

        “Hey Rick. I’m-,” A familiar person teleported in and pounced on Rick, throwing him against the wall. One hand had him by the throat, the other held a dagger under Rick’s chin. Rick threw up his hands in a defensive move as I let out a scream and dropped our lunch to the ground.

        “Loki, no!” I called out.

        “Stella, stay back. I’m here to rescue you. He stole you from us. I’m bringing you home,” Loki growled.

        “Let him go. Loki, please. He didn’t take me. He saved my life,”

        “He tricked you. I should skewer him,”

        “Maybe you should try talking to him first,”

        “Hey, how about not stabbing me at all,” Rick choked out.

        “Don’t worry. I won’t let him do any such thing. Loki. Please, let Rick go,” Loki turned to glare at me.

        “He’s held you captive. I won’t let him have you any longer. I want to know why,” Loki snapped. I approached my friend and wrapped my arms around his waist. I buried my head against his back.

        “Loki, please listen to me. Rick is my friend. He took me in when Tony abandoned me. Let him go. He’s all I have. Him and Harley. I need him, Loki. Please,” I begged.

        “But…”

        “I’ll let you into my memories. You can see for yourself,” At that, Loki lowered his dagger and released Rick, who crumpled to the floor. I let Loki go and hurried to Rick, checking to see if he was okay.

        “I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was here,” I told him. Rick held me for a moment before letting me help him stand.

        “For the record, he’s not all you have, Stella. I’m still here. Wanda, Nat, and Bucky are still here. Did you forget we’re your friends too?” Loki said.

        “I thought you all had left me. No one came for me. I didn’t know you were looking for me. For all I knew, Tony could have spun some story about how I died or volunteered to leave,” I snapped. Loki sighed and beckoned for me to come to him. Rick gripped my arm in warning, but I gave him a smile that said it was okay. I walked to Loki and nodded.

        “Brace yourself. This might be unpleasant,” Loki warned. I motioned for Rick to hold onto me and closed my eyes. I felt Loki’s hand on my forehead and gasped as he the memory came rushing back, replaying in slow motion. It hit me full force and I slammed back, strong arms wrapping around me.

  Loki’s POV

        I entered Stella’s memory seeing what had happened the day she went missing. I watched it play out and anger surged through me as what Tony had done come to light. I moved on to others to make sure the Colonel hadn’t hurt her. What I saw had me shocked, but he only showed her friendship and comfort. She was happy. She…was in love with him. I let go and let her relax. Stella’s body melted into the Colonel’s, his grip tightening a little. I watched him as he whispered comforting words to her, realized that he too was in love with her.

        “You need to come home. Back to the compound. The others will want to see you. You’ll need to explain what happened,” I stated.

        “I can’t. Tony doesn’t want me there,” she said.

        “Please, Stell. Wanda and Bucky need to see you. Natasha, too. You belong with us. I know how much this colonel means to you, but we need you,”

        “As much as I want to, I can’t. I-,”

        “You should go back with him. Tell your friends your side of the story. Let them see you’re okay,” the colonel interrupted.

        “Rick, I…I don’t want to go. I can’t leave you. You’re…I’m home here,” Rick is her home. She may fight against it because he saved her, but she loves him, I thought.

        “Darlin’, I know. I don’t want you to go either. Listen to me. Loki is right. You should go back. Then you can return when everything’s taken care of,”

        “Thank you, Colonel,” I said.

        “His name is Rick,” Stella Sighed and dragged a hand through her platinum locks. I’m going to regret this, I thought.

        “We don’t need to go right away. I’d like to see more of what goes on around here. I would also need to meet this Harley you spoke of. One week. Then you come with me. Both of you,” I suggested.

        “Deal,” Stella agreed.

  Stella’s POV

        The day after Loki arrived, Harley swung by the apartment to take us out around town. I messaged Loki to meet up with us, so he could get an idea of what she was like. He refused to use Rick’s name, calling him Colonel instead. At one point, we went out for ice cream, and he sent Harley and Rick to grab it, wanting a private moment with me.

        “When were you going to tell me you’re in love with him?” Loki asked.

        “I’m not,”

        “Don’t lie to me. I’ve seen how you look at him. How you touch him. You love him,”

        “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not…I shouldn’t be. I’ve tried to talk myself out of it. It’s only been a month and a half, plus he saved my life. But I have these feelings when he’s around. Strong feelings. I feel safe with him. Rick doesn’t fear me and…he’s quiet,” she admitted.

        “He’s quiet?” I asked.

        “Normally, I can sense pain in others’ minds. No one is completely silent. With him, there’s nothing. Well, not entirely. After missions, he’s torn. He’s only let me in a little after those. Most times, he’s quiet and I can relax. It’s nice,” she answered.

        “You’ve got it bad for him. Tell him how you feel. I can bet he feels the same,” She smiled, but shook her head. Unbelievable. Two fools in love, but both are afraid to admit it. They push it away thinking there is a reason why shouldn’t be. Harley and the Colonel returned with the ice cream, Stella looping her arm with his, walking ahead of us, deep in conversation.

        “You see it too, don’t ya?” Harley asked.

        “See what?”

        “That they’re in love with each other. They’re both oblivious to the other’s feelings, but we know the truth. Flag’s too afraid to say something. He’s under the impression, he has fallen too quick for her. He fell for his ex in the same manner, but Stella is different. She makes him happier,”

        “He makes her happier too,”

  Rick’s POV

        One day became four, then the end of the week arrived. It was time for us to go to New York. Stella was nervous to see her friends again and afraid to be in Stark’s presence again. I didn’t blame her. I was frightened as well; one, to meet her closest friends and two, I worried what Tony might do. Loki assured us he would protect her and even invited Harley along for the visit. Those two hit it off right away and I was curious about their relationship going forward.

        On the plane ride, I linked Stella’s hand with mine.

        “Stella, everything will be alright. I’ll be there with you. So will Harley. We have it handled. Even Loki agrees,” I told her. She nodded and leaned her head against my shoulder. I released a breath and rubbed soothing circles into her hand with my thumb. The more time I spent with her, the more I fell for her. I only hoped for the best for her and for us.

  Stella’s POV

        We landed. Loki led the four of us to a car. I clung to Rick’s hand, adding Harley’s to the mix on the ride to the compound.

        “Darling, listen to me. It’ll be okay. Wanda and Nat are greeting us at the front doors before we meet Bucky inside. We’ll explain everything. Trust me,” Loki told me. I nodded and prepared myself for what was about to happen at the compound. The car rolled to a stop at the entrance. I saw Wanda and Nat wave to us. We stepped out and strolled up to the doors.

        “Here we go,” I whispered.

#Colonel Rick Flag #rick flag x ofc #rick flag #dc #harley quinn #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #marvel #marvelxdc #dcxmarvel #avengers #bucky barnes #winter soldier #Loki Laufeyson #thor odinson #stephen strange #doctor strange #doctor stephen strange #love #absorbing the pain #natasha romanoff #black widow #steve rogers #captain america #captain marvel #carol danvers #bruce banner #hulk #clint barton #hawkeye

[lizziesribbons]

wedding wanda please!! she’d just fall in love w u all over again and then the night of ur wedding she just goes feral and calling u “my wife” “all mine” and she just gets super possessive and proud that u are now hers !!!

I Do |

PAIRING: WANDA MAXIMOFF X FEM! READER

summary: Wanda and you get married and then then Wanda goes all soft and fuckes you in your wedding dress ahhh

warnings: ****MINORS DNI***** *****MEN DNI***** fluff so much fluff 🥺 I'm going so aahwhwhwh, smut, praise ALOT OF PRAISE AHHH, name calling (Wanda calling you my wife, my love, princess, doll) I sobbed I wanna have soft sex with Wanda so bad I just know she will be the most gentle.

author's note: just reminding you guys that my first language is not English so if there's any grammatical errors PLEASE IGNORE THEM AND MOVE TF ON. Also I have no idea how weddings work so I did what I did

Word count: 2.1k

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standing in your bridal gown, looking outside, and seeing Wanda standing there waiting for you, it was like a dream come true you've been waiting months for this day and now it was finally here. It seemed like everything around you just stopped. You could see nothing else but Wanda. In a white wedding gown, soon to be your wife. YOUR WIFE.

your dad came from behind holding your arm, breaking you from your gazing he said "Are you ready to go down the aisle sweetheart?" you took a deep breath and nodded as you both started walking.

as you walk down the aisle everyone cheers, "You are in Love" by Taylor Swift playing faintly in the background as you looked at Wanda and saw your whole world right there and then. It was like you were born to live this day and day alone. Everything seemed perfect everything made sense now.

Wanda looked at you and smiled. She smiled so hard that her cheeks started hurting. Tears in her eyes she saw you as you stood there in front of her, she wanted to kiss you so badly.

Clint was the one leading the wedding because Wanda insisted as he was the closest father figure to her and she loved him so dearly. "Wanda and y/n my two beautiful friends and my family members. I have known y/n ever since she was a little girl, she was always so compassionate and funny" he pauses and light laugh "So funny actually. She was always goofing around and her jokes oh my God I cannot forget them she was always joking about something or someone she would make me laugh in the darkest of times" he paused again looked at you and smiled. "let me tell you, guys, something, one time when y/n was wearing a pillow on her head as a wedding veil came up to me, she was only five at time. and asked me "Uncle Clint!!!! do I look good???" and gave me a twirl and haha I said "ofc you do sweetheart, who's your groom?" and she looked at me and rolled her eyes "Silly I don't have a groom I'm marrying my doll cause I love her the most" and then she forced me by giving me those pretty pleading eyes that still work to this day to come to her wedding and I went and now here I am standing in between y/n and Wanda at their actual wedding" with now tears in his eyes he looked at Wanda

"Wanda.. Oh, I've known Wanda for more than 10 years now I saw her grow up into this powerful beautiful woman she is now, I remember when she came up to me asking me if she should ask y/n out I told her whatever was in her heart she should just put it out, I saw there relationship grow stronger and stronger each day. They are the most for each other as one could be, I remember when Wanda asked me how she should propose to y/n I told her the same thing again that she should do whatever is in her heart, Wanda my pretty Wanda I love you and I'm so proud of you for the women you have become, my heart breaks into millions when I think about how both of you are not so little anymore but it screams in joy when I see you two together so in love with each other." that was it he stopped talking, he was softly sobbing now so are many of our friends and family members.

He speaks again after some silence clearing his throat, "We are gathered here today to witness the sacred union of Wanda Maximoff and Y/n Y/l/n We stand here to honor and celebrate the love shared between these two people, as they come together to start their new life with a solemn vow, surrounded by their closest family and friends"

He turned to Wanda and said "Repeat after me.

I, Wanda take you, Y/n, to be my wife. I promise that from this day forward I will regard you not only as my equal, but as my closest friend. I promise to comfort you in sickness and in health. I promise to demonstrate my commitment to you through love, laughter, and compassion. I love you." and as Wanda did he looked at you next and said "Repeat after me.

I, Y/n take you, Wanda, to be my wife. I promise that from this day forward I will regard you not only as my equal, but as my closest friend. I promise to comfort you in sickness and in health. I promise to demonstrate my commitment to you through love, laughter, and compassion. I love you." "It's time for the vows," he says softly

You begin first "Wanda, darling, for so long, I wondered if I would ever find my love, my soulmate. Then four years ago, at another wedding, I turned to a friend for comfort, and instead, I found everything that I’d ever been looking for my whole life. And now, here we are, with our future before us, and I only want to spend it with you – my love, my soulmate, my friend… Unless you don’t want to.”

Wanda started tearing up but holding her composure she began, "Y/n, I thought this was going to be the most difficult thing I ever had to do. But when I saw you walking down that aisle, I realized how simple it was. I love you. Any surprises that come our way, it’s ok, because I will always love you. You were the person I was meant to spend the rest of my life with."

(An: these vows are definitely not stolen from friends)

"just to be sure" he laughs "Do each of you take the other to be your lawful wedded spouse?”

Wanda and you say together with eagerness "I do".

After exchanging the rings he speaks again,

"By the power vested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may now kiss" and took a step back as Wanda eagerly came forward and kissed me softly and whispered "oh I've been waiting all day for this" making you laugh and tear up.

"Ladies and Gentleman, for those of you who have come to witness this union, it is my pleasure to present the newly united couple, Y/N and WANDA Maximoff."

there's that. you and Wanda were married. Actually married. the rest of the evening went great everyone danced laughed cried.

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(wedding night)

Your flight was tomorrow in evening so you and Wanda had the whole night to yourself, as you sat there on the bed taking off your jewelry Wanda came from the back rubbing your shoulders you instantly relaxed in her touch

She bent down so she could whisper in your ear softly "I want to fuck you in this dress" You could hear the smirk on her face, and as you hesitantly looked at her she immediately knew what you meant "I promise I'll be gentle no damage would be done to that dress" Wanda knew how much you loved that dress so she wouldn't dare ruining it

"I bought this just for tonight," she says holding a Scarlett strap out in her hand, it was just perfect not too big or too small

"lay down" she whispers in your ear and you did, she folds your dress to your waist and takes off your underwear Wanda was only in her undergarments she took them off and fastened the harness around her as she stood between your legs she caressed your legs and align the strap to your opening slowly entering you while maintaining eye contact as she watched your face confronted in pleasure, only light moans coming out of your mouth

you underestimated the size, it wasn't too thick but it was long. When Wanda was fully in she gave you a moment to get used to the strap

Her fingers entwined with yours, your foreheads touching lightly she thrusts inside you, slowly but hard, every thrusting was pulling a moan out of you as Wanda gasped in your ear throwing praises here and there

"you're doing so good princess"

"my pretty wife"

"oh baby you look so pretty like that"

she didn't stop the praises her thrusts only speeding up, not too fast just perfect sending you into ecstasy, her strap hit your g spot in every thrust "Wanda I'm cumming!!" without warning you came all over her strap.

"Can you give me one more doll? please?" looking at her pleading eyes you weakly nodded as Wanda gently fucks you through your orgasm, kissing your neck so softly she said "My wife only mine" She gasps her orgasm reaching her soon "All mine! cum with me baby," she says as she let out a moan collapsing over you, making sure not to put all her weight on you, you came soon after.

As you both came down from your high Wanda tried to get up but your arms stopped her "Noo please don't go" she cupped your face and said "I'll just be a minute princess" She got and undid the harness and threw it down, took your dress off softly and cleaned you up and herself

"here take some water baby" She gave you and glass of water and you drank as she took the wedding dress to the closet, peaking her head out from the closet she asked, "do you wanna sleep with clothes on or off doll?" "off please" you replied softly yawning

Wanda nodded and got out of the closet, as you made someplace in the bed for her she got under the cover immediately holding you, you lay your head on her chest clutching her like a koala

Wanda started caressing your back "Goodnight my beautiful wife", you smiled and muttered something out hoping Wanda would understand.

And she did. She always does.

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[esouliie]

– SLEEPING BEAUTY.

– pairing: wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff x fem!reader!🌷

– synopsis: saturday snoozes & wanda’s infamous pancakes.

– warnings: fluff, nat is a lil cutie, wanda’s a mama bear ofc!

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Quiet mornings in never ceased to amaze Natasha.

However, the space usually cozy and warm was now full of crisp autumn air. Her nose twitches at the change in temperature, the cold tip in stark contrast to her clenched fingers. Even the rising sun couldn’t defend from the chilling bite of the morning.

Natasha liked waking up first.

She liked being able to see her girlfriends relaxed as they dream deep, far away from this world. From that alone, early risings were her thing, and have always been.

Except on Saturdays. Her Saturdays.

Admitting defeat against cruel nature - and even Wanda for letting the cold wind in - to stay in bed a little longer, she throws off the covers and into the kitchen.

“It’s too earlier for breakfast.” She groans, bare feet loud against the tiled stone, unruly hair sticking out all over the place.

Wanda turns to the short woman, a light smile across her cheeks, “It’s never too earlier for breakfast, love.”

Her busy hands were smothered in chocolate and flour. Chocolate chip pancakes stacked perfectly to the side.

“The sun’s not even fully up.” She moves forwards, her arms find the witch’s waist. “Besides, it’s Saturday.”

Wanda chuckles, “uh huh, and that’s suppose to mean…?” She toys with the Russian, her fingers poke gently against her cheek, leaving a little batter on the cool skin.

Unbeknownst to this, Natasha presses her head into the woman, as she finally notices the grainy feel of flour push into her and Wanda’s collarbone.

She doesn’t care as her continued grunts of protest are muttered against the woman’s chest.

Wanda laughs at the woman’s childish antics, “Besides, it’s not like you didn’t get to sleep in. Y/N was even up before you!”

Her head perks up that. You, the most laziest, most sleepy, most anti-early rising person she’s ever known got up before her?!

Wanda continues, “did you not notice no one else in the bed when you woke up?”

She realises the reason she was so cold wasn’t just because Wanda had opened the windows, but because you weren’t snuggled up against her like usual. Her own personal furnace.

“That’s impossible. There’s no way-” She’s cut off by the sound of you opening the front door, keys clatter against the side as you kick off your shoes.

You were wrapped up warm for the outside, Wanda’s thick coat hanging past your waist and a beanie protecting your ears.

“Hey sleeping beauty!” You greet her, groceries in one hand, a bouquet of flowers in the other. “Did you sleep well?”

Natasha doesn’t answer.

“These are for you!” You hand Natasha the flowers, before putting the bag down against the island, revealing the contents to your girlfriends.

“And these are for you!” You hand Wanda a few jars of her favourite vanilla scented candles before explaining all the snacks you brought were for your movie date later. Wanda noticed a few of them were snacks she use to love from when she lived in Sokovia.

You must’ve looked everywhere for them.

Not waiting for their reactions as you went to hang up the witch’s coat and put away the milk before it gets too warm.

“Baby, what’s all this?” Wanda speaks first, a gentle coo in her voice as she pulls you away from the fridge. “I sent you out to get milk, not spoil us with snacks and gifts.”

You know Wanda’s not upset with you. She’s more so surprised you did all this at such an early hour. You fall into the taller woman, cold hands clutch around the back of her neck.

“I know but I wanted to do something special for you guys.”

A gentle kiss falls upon you. You hold on to her tighter.

Natasha still hasn’t said anything, too caught up in smelling her new roses.

“We were just talking about how you managed to wake up before Nat.” Wanda juts her chin towards the woman as you spin in her arms to face her.

“Oh yeah? Did you enjoy your extra snooze, babe?” You play into Wanda’s set up, but Natasha doesn’t bite.

Instead she places her flowers down, and leads you out the witch’s embrace into hers.

“It would’ve been better if you both were still in bed with me.”

She realises you’re much colder than her as your hands- pressed gently against her back- send shivers down her spine.

Her lips softly press against your skin, trailing up until they finally meet yours.

“Thank you for the flowers, darling.” She holds on to you tighter, swaying you side to side a little bit, before yanking the beanie of your hair, revealing your hair to be just as unruly as hers.

You giggle, “My pleasure! My girlfriends deserve to be spoiled every once in a while.”

With a cheeky grin plastered across your face, you grab a hold of Wanda also, leading them both towards the stove, “but I am getting kind of hungry so, Wands, if you’d be so kind…?”

You wait with a plate stretched out towards the woman, that same grin on your face she can’t help but to find absolutely adorable.

They look at each other, the shared knowing look in their eyes.

So much for us being spoiled.

"Why yes, your royal highness!” She replies in a really bad English accent, rolling her eyes and yet matching your smile.

Natasha steps forward, a turner in hand as she retrieves a pancake for your plate.

"Breakfast is served, my lady!"

You all loved Saturdays.

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[hermionesslut]

MY SECRET BEACH

(wanda maximoff x fem!reader)

꒰ synopsis ꒱ vis is away on business

꒰ author’s note ꒱ omg my comeback🤭🤭 i also have something else in the works!!!! omg in my active era??? first wanda fic too!!!!

꒰ content warning ꒱ nsfw, smut, mommy kink ofc! babysitter!reader, milffff!wanda, fingering (r receiving), some breast play

You waited and waited for Mrs. Maximoff’s text to light up your phone, you haven’t been expecting her too long, 50 minutes or so since you put the twins to bed. your excitement outweighed your impatience, though. exhilaration ran through your body at the thought of flirting with her again. you hoped it wasn’t all in your head, after all, she’s married. your intention wasn’t at all to hurt anyone, certainly not the man signing your paychecks. however, you couldn’t bare to disregard your deep feelings. your body heated intensely every time she came home, after being out all day, her makeup was slightly smudged and sometimes she smelt of dark wine. and in often instances Vision was away on business, these days you let your mind guide you. you got your hopes up every time.

The fog in your mind immediately cleared once you heard Wanda’s car pull up in the driveway. She soon makes her way up to the front door, you attempt to straighten yourself up. You feel the need to be the best for her. "Hey,” the living room couch in the Maximoff’s home is directly behind the entrance. It’s beautifully decorated, you think it’s changed slightly since you’ve last seen it, it’s become more modern, a bit outside of Mrs. Maximoff’s taste. She strikes you as rather more traditional than contemporary. She strolls in (perhaps a bit tipsy), she smells like wine again and a little of cherries. she carries herself constantly well, there’s never a moment where she faults, or fails to attract. Wanda tells you, “I apologize for getting here so late.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind so much. I put the twins to the bed about an hour ago.” You reassure her.

“You’re such a nice young girl, y/n. But I’ve kept you too long, are you hungry?” She expresses.

“No, No,” you laugh, “I’m fine, I promise.”

“Please, I insist. I can make whatever you’d like.”

“Sure,” you smile, you watch her walk away as her loose red hair falls below her shoulders, you wonder what this night entails.

Conversation was difficult to establish, once dinner was made, she made the best dish, (something Sokovian you’ve never heard of before). “I’m so glad you’re here with me,” Wanda places her hand on your knee and smiles, she’s constantly sweet with you, the older woman constantly praises you, reassures you, and she loves how you blush every time a compliment leaves her lips. “It gets so lonely here sometimes, this big house all by myself, Vis is always busy and away at work.” Her touch moves softly up your thigh, you freeze, you can’t imagine this is more than innocent. “You’ll help me, right? Mommy’s all worked up.” Wanda states, clearly insinuating what she wants is more than innocent. What she feels isn’t one-sided, the way she looked at you with her alluring, green eyes and her voice, how it dropped an octave when she called herself ‘Mommy’. It made you want to go along with whatever she asked of you. You didn’t want to ask questions, she made you go dumb.

“Please, tell me you’ll be a good girl for mommy.” Wanda moans. Her fingers on your thigh grow rougher and you found yourself getting wet. “I will”, you reply, “I promise.”

“Come here,” Wanda asks, she wears an all-black suit with such sudden contentment. You obey, of course, her lap spreads with invitation, you hope she doesn’t sense your eagerness. You straddle her thigh, soft with the cloth from her suit. Wanda cups your face, she strokes the inside of your thigh. You fear she can feel your dripping cunt, that she’ll see how desperate you are for her, though, the faint whimpering might’ve given it away. Wanda takes her other hand, she manoeuvres your skirt up so that she can slip her potent hands down your clothed clit.

“You’re so fucking wet, y/n,” Wanda mocks, her eyes fixated on you, she wonders how deep the effect she has on you, and she wonders if she can make it deeper. Suddenly her lips meet yours, her lips feel ever so soft and she tastes of cherries. The kiss was short lived, Mrs. Maximoff then teases your clit with her thumb. “You look so pretty, baby. It’s all for me, right? This dripping pussy, your tits, all mine?”

You try to reply, but with Wanda’s deepen touch, her finger now reaching your aching hole, all you can fuse up is a moan. “Tell me,” Wanda demanded.

“I’m all yours, mommy,” you say. She adds another finger and fingers you even harder and deeper while she gropes your tits. “I know it feels so good baby, you’re doing so well,” Wanda assures. “But you can take another, right? For mommy?”

“Y-Yes, please." You comply. As if you weren’t a moaning mess already, she moves another finger inside you and you could feel yourself coming undone so soon, she’s going too fast, your back arches in need. Your desire for her has never been so profound.

“Tell me what you want, y/n.”

"Please let me cum, mommy, please,” you whine. Wanda smiles darkly, she tells you “Alright, baby, cum for me.”

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[ronwestbreeze]

TO THE UNIVERSE AND BACK: BOOK ONE HAZARD | chapter one: burnt eggs

summary: What happens when Willow Bennett accidently travels to a whole other universe? And meets a superhero hero team that’s far from perfect just like her? Great. As if her life wasn’t hard enough.

pairing: peter parker x ofc and future pietro maximoff x ofc

word count: 1.6k

a/n: i am posting this here because I know not a lot of people have ao3 also I just really excited to share my work finally

“Now I’m gonna ask you this one last time.” A heavily accented voice growled. “Where. Did you. Come from?”

Her throat was as tight as the restraints on her hands. With a soft whimper, she croaked, “I don’t remember.”

She heard him hum. “Well, that’s a shame, dear. And you seem quite distraught about it too. Perhaps,” His cold fingers brushed against her cheek, making her jump and pull away from him instantly. “I can help with that.”

The man stepped away but he didn’t leave the room. She couldn’t make much of the room with a bright light shining down on her and her head strapped down to stop her from moving and looking around the room.

“Wanda? Be a dear.”

Before she could realize what was happening and who this Wanda was, her mind began to slow and become hazy. Something slithered into her mind, something grabbed at her murky memories and pulled them forward.

The last thing she saw before her eyes heavily shut was a flash of scarlet.

. . .

The image wouldn’t stop replaying in her head. It wouldn’t leave her dreams.

It was always the same every time. She was falling. Falling. Falling. Falling. Falling. And he was reaching for her, flying down the clocktower, desperately trying to catch her. To stop her before she...

Willow Bennett squeezed her eyes shut and covered her ears before her best friend would hit the ground with a sickening crack. Dying instantly.

She believed back then, and even now, that if she closed her eyes, all the bad things would go away. She was nine years old again, trembling in her bedroom, trying to ignore the wall shaking from her father’s booming voice. Trying to will the tears to stop when the front door slammed shut, leaving the cold house with nothing but silence and her mother’s sniffles.

She could’ve comforted her crying mother. But instead she was nine years old, staring at the door that would never open again that night.

She could’ve gone after him, chasing his car as it disappeared down the street, screaming, shouting, begging him to stay. Begging her to choose her instead of freedom.

Instead she was nine years old. Stripped of nothing but utter shame. Regret. Useless.

She could’ve stopped her. Gwen Stacy was a stubborn child born from an equally stubborn father who was the former chief of police. Willow could’ve convinced her to let Peter handle it, to let him save the day like he always did.

But instead, she was eighteen years old. Curled away in a corner, just a few feet away from where her best friend’s body was laid. Eyes screwed shut, hot tears staining her face, and ears covered.

It’ll go away. It’ll go away. It’ll go away. It’ll go away.

Wails was what startled her out of her silent chant. Her eyes snapped open on instinct. And upon seeing Gwen lie still and limp in Peter’s arms, the realization falling upon her bruised shoulders, her breaths became short and a strained cry left her lips.

She could’ve stopped her. But instead she was nine years old again. Frozen. Hiding away. Useless.

Time was different for those who were dabbling between shock and the unyielding, unforgiving feeling of grief. One often forgets their surroundings. The other forgets, only for a moment, that they are not alone. That they are not the only one grieving.

Willow realized through her river stream of tears that she was still at the bottom of a destroyed clocktower, with distant sirens rattling her mind. Peter had looked up at her as if it were the first time he noticed her there, briefly coming up for air out of his own ocean.

They stared at each other but neither of them considered one another. Willow felt as if she were staring right through him; there was nothing she was looking at. She was staring and doing everything in her power not to have a panic attack.

They had to leave the body. Willow never truly considered that when Peter quietly grabbed her and swung them out of the clocktower before the police could arrive on the scene. It didn’t set in until they arrived at her apartment that Gwen Stacy was gone. That Mrs. Stacy had lost yet another person she loved not only a year after losing her husband. That Peter had lost his first love. That Willow had lost her best friend.

Peter, as soon as they were in her apartment, as soon as Willow closed the balcony curtains, the world wouldn’t see that Spider-Man had fallen to his knees in her living room.

He hadn’t put his mask on after they left the clocktower. They had been lucky no one was paying that close attention to them. It was the most vulnerable Willow had ever seen from him. Not since the death of his uncle. He was silent in the way that the room went dead quiet around him as well. Nothing in the room dared to make a sound. His head hung low, shadows practically covering most of his face.

Willow quietly walked over to hum and knelt down to the floor as well, next to him, watching as silent tears slid down his cheeks.

“I was too late.”

Up until this point they had barely uttered a word ever since they left the clocktower. But even now, Willow had no clue what she could say. What does anyone say to something like this?

“I was too late.” He whispered, shaking his head. “This is all my fault, I should’ve...I could’ve...” He cut himself off with a sob.

Willow hugged his arm gently, resting her head on his shaking shoulder. Words betrayed her and died away in her throat. All she could do was comfort him. She would do something.

They stayed like this for a while. Time was irrelevant. The night had become day. Willow had still yet to say anything. Her eyes were droopy but never closed unlike Peter who practically cried himself to sleep, his head currently lying on her lap. They hadn’t moved from the floor, didn’t get on the couch that her back was leaning against. They stayed there in a crumpled heap.

It wasn’t until the early morning sun broke through her curtains did she become restless. Which was humorlessly ironic considering she never once rested.

So, after gently replacing her lap with a soft pillow for Peter’s head, Willow went to the kitchen and allowed her hands to do whatever they wanted. Having a part time job at a diner while going to school didn’t give her a lot of food options in the kitchen, but she worked what she got.

And what she got was microwavable pancakes and a dozen uncracked eggs. Willow could work with that. There was even enough to make for Peter when he woke up. And so for the past hour, she had kept herself busy and moving. Cleaning the kitchen, making a cup of coffee, and then organizing her fridge.

By the time she was cooking her eggs, Peter had woken up.

She paused, watching him squint his eyes open and then suddenly shoot up from the floor, looking around the room frantically.

“Will? Will?!”

“Right here, Pete.”

Peter tuned as Willow moved out of the kitchen, her spatula still in hand. He was staring at her, both relieved, confused, and panicked.

“I couldn’t sleep and decided to make some breakfast.” She gave a small smile, hoping to ease the tenseness in his shoulders even though she’d never had that type of affect on him. Instead, he only frowned. His eyes downcast and away from her own. She quickly added, “Don’t worry! I made enough for the both of us. Scrambled hard, right?”

“No, I can’t.”

Willow frowned but expected the reply, “I’ll leave some anyway. I don’t think it’s a good idea to not eat in this state. I’ll just make a plate and set it aside for you—”

“No, Will. I can’t.”

It was the way he said it then that made her realize what he meant. Willow gripped the spatula tighter in her hands, breaths quickening slightly. “Peter?” She watched as he grabbed his mask from the floor and began pacing. “Peter, please—”

“Willow.” The way he said her name. The way his voice shook. The way he looked at her now. As if she were something fragile. He shook his head, eyes glass. “I can’t do that to you.”

“Don’t do that, Pete.” She argued. “Don’t push me away, okay? We can’t do that to each other. You’re my best friend, right?” He didn’t look at her. “Nothing can change that, alright? I won’t let it—”

Peter continued shaking his head, “Yes, you will.”

“Damn it, Peter! I fucking won’t—”

“This is exactly how it happened! This is exactly how she...” Peter’s voice wavered, hand running nervously though his hair. “I-I let her in, I got her involved. I broke a promise and now she’s...she’s...” He started looking around the room in panic, like he realized just where he was. “I-I can’t—I shouldn’t be here.”

Peter pulled on his mask and rushed towards the balcony. Willow ran forward, eyes blurring.

“Peter, wait!”

But he had already leaped off. She could see the web sling across the city, away from her apartment.

A sob shook her body as she sunk down onto her wooden coffee table, muffling her cries into her arm. All of last night’s events finally hit her like a thick violent wave.

She could’ve comforted her crying mother.

She could’ve stopped Gwen.

She could’ve begged Peter to stay and tell Spider-Man to leave just once.

Someone who is easily ignored. Easily left.

She could’ve done something. She should’ve done something.

So fucking useless.

A blaring sound from her smoke alarm met her ears. She had left the stove on for too long.

And when she numbly got up to turn it off, she saw that the eggs she made for both herself and Peter were burnt.

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