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kat-lamp · 2 years
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Since I’m on a Thor Love and Thunder kick and a sucker for angst, here are some Jane Foster’s funeral headcanons
Valkyrie was waiting for Thor’s arrival, and was there to support him when he returned to New Asgard without Jane.
Thor is in a bit of shock, not exactly sure what to do with Love combined with the loss of Jane.
He’s only been to one earth funeral, so he has a general idea of what needs to be done.
Val offers to get Love settled so Thor can do what he has to. She soon gains that title of Aunt Val.
The first one he goes to see is Doctor Erik Selvig.
Erik is shocked to see him at first, he hasn’t seen Thor in 8 years. Then he realizes what happened when he sees Thor’s grim expression.
He invites Thor in for a cup of tea
The two sit in silence for a bit before Thor extends an invite to her memorial in New Asgard.
He leaves not long after.
Thor then goes and sees Jane’s other family members. He lets them know of the arrangements and to let anyone else know.
Except for one more person he has to see.
Darcy knows something is up when Jane misses her treatment.
She pays attention to the news and her phone as the days pass with no response from her best friend.
By day 3 Darcy goes to Jane’s home/lab and finds a book on Norse mythology left open.
She laughs to herself, now knowing that Jane is in good hands.
She’s watching TV when a sudden thunder storm begins outside her house, the rain beating down on her roof violently.
She knows what happened before she even opened the door. Only one thing could cause a storm this dark.
At the actual funeral…
Many show up at the memorial. Scientists from all around the world, friends, colleagues and family.
Funerals are for the living.
Pepper Potts shows up, Morgan Stark in tow.
She offers her condolences, and some single parenting advice.
They understand each other in a way.
Morgan sits with Love, showing her the best toys Earth has to offer.
Bruce Banner arrives as well. Thor doesn’t even notice that he’s no longer smart hulk.
An elderly man no one pays attention to sits in the back.
A white figure floats in the mountainside, trying to understand one of his creator’s feeling of grief.
Jimmy Woo arrives alone.
He motions to the sky when Darcy greets him.
He stands next to her the entire service. Offering his support as much as possible.
Erik gives a speech about Jane’s brilliance, how she was a fighter until the end.
Valkyrie explains that New Asgard will dedicate a statue to The Mighty Thor in honor of her bravery when saving the children.
Darcy covers a snort at the name.
Later that night, Thor gets drunk after Love is asleep.
He decides he must honor Jane with a tattoo as well.
This isn’t the only version of him with the tattoo.
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worstloki · 8 months
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Also btw if Loki gets wound up in multiverse hijinks and the final protagonist isn’t a version of himself or some overestimated gag then it has to be Thor. Thematically
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thingsasbarcodes · 4 months
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What If...? 1x07 - What If... Thor Were an Only Child?
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teamfreewill58 · 7 months
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I appreciate the way that I can have my emotional needs met in anime. In a way that I will never have in real life. I have watched Vinland Saga 3 times and will more in the future. Every time I see Helga and Thorfinn’s interaction in S2 Ep 24 where she smiles with tears in her eyes and touches Thorfinn’s face, looks at him with love and joy that he’s with her again. And Helga cries and he cries because it’s the first time in 15 years since he felt a soft touch, felt his mom’s hand and it makes me bawl because I will never have that. I have been separated by my mom for over 15 years too, due to death and I will never get to see my mom as an old grandma smile and her wrinkles crease, with all her grandkids gathered around her. I won’t get to hold her worn, hardworking hands and tell her I’m sorry in this life. But thanks to anime, thanks to Vinland Saga, I can experience a little bit of that through Thorfinn and Helga and that means more to me than I can express.
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My second-favorite thing about “What If…Thor were an only child?” is how everybody was in such (deeply respectful) fear and awe of Frigga, bc iktr 👏🏽
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sylhea-raemi · 1 year
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I just realized 2/3 of the great magicians have a vonnection to nero, one is his friend and teammate and the other is his professor... does thor saving nero's ass count as having a connectiom to him lmao
#which makes me fucking insane#nero and ulysses aren't close they're simply student and teacher in lune they haven't interacted 1-on-1 at all#but the fact that ulysses and nero are teacher and student breaks me bc of the fact that the white sage was the hero of fraxinus' teacher#like man it would be heartbreaking if nero and ulysses were close lol#this time it's not the teacher and the student... but trusted friends.#oh this is.... a similar situation to airi#airi doesn't really have a connection to ulysses but both maki and thor are her guardians and makia as oda was her best friend in the past#meanwhile nero doesn't have a connection to thor but ulysses is a professor/teacher of his and makia is his yrusted companiom#not only that both airi and nero are related to kanon in some way. kanon being nero's brother & him being the one who sent airi to maydare#which.... those two meeting and talking about makia alone in one place is something#never forget airi asking him if he likes makia lmao dude's just plain confused#but i think it's kind of meaningful...... that kanom brought airi to maydare when she's at her worst state mentally while nero#nero was thw one who was there to confirm whether makia really was oda kazuha or not.#nero's the one who knows makia while airi was the one who knows oda kazuha#him saying things about makia and airi confirming that makia really was kazuha through nero....#kanon sent her to maydare at her worst and being a blessed child by all made her worse that she already have- a child blessed by all have#fragile minds. nero's words about makia was the thing to clear airi's mind... the thing is everyone in team 9 was there when thor said airi#ran away to makia. all of them were there. the one who stayed at the atelier could have been frey or lapis or really the three of them#but NO. only nero stayed. nero being the one to confirm and clear airi's mind about makia and kazuha have significance i believe it does.#i love it.... i didn't think i have to think about that chapter so much but here i am. yknow what's funny.. if nero actually does have some#kind of affection for makia more than friends bc#oda kazuha's friend who have unrequited love due to her falling in love with her childhood friend saito tooru#and makia o'drielle's friend who never shown hints of interest to her because he already knows she loves her previous knight thor bigreitz#i know nero doesn't canonically have feelings for makia but it's funny to think about#i want nero and airi to interact more.#i want to know if nero knew what kanon is and is capable of. i want to know if he knew that it was kanon who sent airi to maydare.#sylhea talks maydare#hehe... this is so fun. typing out my thoughts in the tags again making newspaper tags.. it really is so fun. thank you maydare tensei mon
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parkerpeter24 · 9 months
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HIII i am begging can you write a Peter Parker x reader one shot where peter and reader are married and have a toddler and maybe the avengers team find out PLISSSS ANS TYYYY 🫶🫶🫶
baby 🥺
pairing ➳ peter parker x reader
requests are open (but i barely write stuff)
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“what is he doing on the ceiling?!” kate yelled as soon as you entered the lobby, searching for your little toddler ben. you rubbed your eyes as you approached a very baffled kate, “your child is on the ceiling! how are you so calm?!”
“it’s 7 in the morning.” you winced as you looked at ben, him giving you an excited look and extended his arm towards you, making you do the same, “come on, benny, come to mama.”
and he did so as, un-sticking himself from the wall as he perfectly landed in your arms.
your two year old was way better at this than peter when he had started out as spider-man. his hand kept getting stuck to different places and after a bunch of ripped t-shirts and a couple of haircuts, you bought him rubber gloves. however, that didn’t work either.
as your little boy nestled against your chest, you looked over to kate who still had surprise written all over her face, “he’s spider-man’s child.” you explained simply.
“but- what if he fell down?”
“oh, he wouldn’t. he’s way too smart for that, aren’t you, benny?” you booped his nose and he gave you a grin.
“yes, mommy.”
you and peter had kept your relationship secret for a couple of years, at least from peter’s superhero gang. so it didn’t come off as a surprise when the avengers found out that you two had a one year old. they were very disappointed in you two for not telling this big a thing but the second they saw ben’s cute little face and his smile, you were forgiven and everyone was happy.
when you agreed to move into the avenger’s tower, tony was more than excited. he added a bunch of toys to the huge playroom that was originally built for morgan.
you were surprised to see that thor was the most attached to your baby. he spent time with him and thursdays were reserved to thor and ben taking a tour of the city. you trusted thor, however you had only allowed this after ben turned two, which was only a few weeks ago.
whenever natasha was around, she would tell ben all kinds of stories about how she kicked bad people’s butts so that little kids could sleep peacefully at night and ben would adore those “tales” even though they were real.
“next time you find him on a ceiling, just show him a cookie, he’ll come right down.” you told kate as you patted ben’s back, gently lulling him back to sleep.
“if you say so.” kate replied, chuckling as she watched you for a minute, “you should get some more sleep too, you look tired.”
“he refused to sleep last night because tony let him have extra ice-cream.” you rolled your eyes.
you noticed ben had fallen asleep, already drooling over the material of your t-shirt as you carried him back to his crib, placing him securely under his blanket before you made your way to your own bed. your husband, peter was still fast asleep. you laid down on the bed, peter already pulling you closer as if it was a reflex. you felt his arm relax against you, his head resting close to your shoulder and soon you felt the soft caress of sleep take over.
the bedside clock showed 10:34 as time when your eyes opened again. the room was empty, peter and ben both gone. you quickly freshened up before making your way out of the room and into the main gathering area once again.
only this time you were greeted with everyone sitting around and laughing as steve held his shield on his lap with ben sitting on top of it.
“hey, babe.” peter was the first one they greeted you as he placed a kiss on your cheek and dragged you in the middle of whatever was happening.
“uh, what’s happening?” you asked, looking around.
“your child is stuck to cap’s shield.” tony said, an almost proud smile spread over his face to which steve gave him a glare.
“guess who inspired it.” natasha rolled her eyes at her two friends, however a small smile remained on her face at the little banter going on.
just then kate ran into the room, holding a cookie in her hand as she handed it to steve, “got it!”
“come on, kid.” steve said, waving around the cookie in the air in front of him. ben’s eyes lit up and steve smiled, “it’s yours if you leave the shield.”
however, cap’s efforts failed as ben reached out one hand to grab the sweet but didn’t move a bit to release his shield.
“i bribed him good.” tony shrugged as he sipped on his black coffee.
you watched the whole scene unfold, amused to say the least. you noticed peter snickering as he stood beside you. you smacked his chest lightly, “you think this is funny? go get your child.”
“and forget the spider-bike mr stark promised me? never.”
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evilminji · 3 months
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You know what I think would be neat?
Loki, the Sky Walker himself, when he fell beyond the trees branches but before that Purple fucker could get him... felt A path, much like the hidden ones he'd wandered for YEARS, and franticly tries to catch himself.
After all, he let go in a moment of incredible emotional distress. But that moment passes. The fear kicks in. The natural, strategist's, "survival at all costs" primal drive starts SCREAMING. You grab for the ledge. Try to STOP your fall.
But~!
What if? What he was FEELING?
Was a Natural Fuckin Portal.
And Loki is no slouch! He manages to change his trajectory. His mind is still in shambles, he's an emotional wreck, mascara probably running, just? Having THE WORST month or so of his life. He's too pretty for this bullshit, he would insist, if he wasn't FALLING THROUGH THE VOID.
He's made some choices.
They may have been ill advised.
Possibly even terrible ideas, actually.
But he's come too far to die NOW. And if his brother's insane adventures and hare brained schemes haven't killed him, then THIS sure as shit won't be putting him in an graves. He refuses to allow it.
He expects to slam face first into alien dirt. At speed. It? Is going to HURT, he knows.
But that is not what happens.
He passes through a yawning portal, into Veridian skys, and slams face first into the back of passing youth. Knock BOTH of them from the sky and through several nearby floating islands.
He nearly gets punched for it.
The boy only stopping, fist merely moments from his faces, when he seems to finally register the state Loki is in. The next thing Loki knows? He's being rushed off Yeti healers. A FUSS is being made.
The youth is strong arming him into being a guest in his... frankly ALARMING home.
Loki likes the Gothic one. She seems like she bites. But the boy's parents BAFFLE him. The boy, "Danny" just? Showed up with him? And declared he was a "visiting Fenton Cousin"? SURELY that can not WORK! Boy, they are your PARENTS, they know better then YOU who is and is not rela-.....
How did that work.
No, HOW DID THAT WORK? Child answer me. And explain the violent cold meats.
Just? Loki, intellectually stimulated, like a cat in a fresh new environment. Removed from stressors. Not the strongest being around by far, but enjoying the challenge none the less. Fulfilling his life long trained role of "king's advisory" in an almost relaxed Highly Sarcastic Uncle On Vacation Who Is Also A Semi-Feral Cat sorta way to this new Child King he found.
Loved and respected for Being Loki. Just Loki. No preconceived notions to fulfill, no roles he must play, just... Be Loki.
Best part? Asgard and Thor and such? Irrelevant! Their own closed system far, far away. He's finally FREE of the shadow Asgard casts. He's taken "starting over in a new country to escape a toxic home life" to a whole new weight class unique just to him. The dude is THRIVING.
And? I bet he REALLY enjoys tormenting Vlad.
@ailithnight @hdgnj @hypewinter @lolottes @nerdpoe
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theskyexists · 2 years
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Watched love and thunder and it actually left me with a bad out of wack feeling
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asoftbeing · 2 years
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so, i wanted to watch everything everywhere all at once but there was only one session at 10 pm at a cinema that is 1h30 away from where i live which means i wouldn't be able to come back home unless i got an uber and i don't do that at night by myself cause ✨men✨ and then i was sad cause i really wanted to go to the movies just for the sake of going to the movies and then i saw that the new thor was directed by taika and i thought with myself "oh well, it can't be that bad then" but is was, it was that bad, i went for it expecting saphic and recived queerbaiting, several different religions being mocked at the same time and dead girl dad thor.
i'm sad
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delaber · 5 months
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Firestarter (Loki x Reader)
Summary: After having been granted safe passage to the Avengers’ head quarters, Loki’s delighted to learn that he can pass the time by toying with the hate of the newest recruit.
Tropes: Enemies to lovers.
Words: 4.2K
Warnings: smut, mentions of battle injuries
Find part 2 here
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They would all be fools to trust him. They know it. Loki knows it. Hell, even the specs of dust floating around know it!
The only one that seems eager to patch up the growing rift between the opposite sides of the room is the meathead of his brother who is blabbering away, trying hard to ignore the cold air coming from the other Avengers.
He's persistent, you'd have to give him that. They must really love Thor to grant Loki safe passage in their home like this.
- The stab of a thought hits Loki straight in the chest. Sticks to his ribs as he contemplates the sharp hate radiating off of the cotton-clad team opposite him. They don't look the least bit threatening in their oversized casual wear, but they've still granted his brother the upper hand so graciously, and for the first time in a while, he feels the balancing scales tip. It was easier when it was just the three idiots Fandral, Hogun and Volstagg who were fawning over his brother - Sif on occasion too, though Loki had had her in multiple ways Thor could never even wrap his pea-sized brain around.
The thought alone makes the tar on his ribs slowly drip away.
He must've drifted off, lost in thought of Sif with her bare ass in the air because the next thing he registers is Thor's meaty hand between his shoulder blades. "You all know my brother..." he chuckles awkwardly and pushes Loki forwards. Adds his name for clarification when nobody answers. Idiot.
The room's almost dead-silent. Stark scoffs theatrically loud and that Barton fellow turns a lovely shade of plum as he immediately races out of the room without uttering a single word - not that Loki can really blame him; he's killed for less.
Even the newbies on the team are staring daggers at him, though Loki doubts he's ever met any of them before; Captain Rogers' brooding siamese twin, the beefed up action figure beside him and that... woman - the pretty one - her eyes ablaze with a certain kind of hatred that he can physically feel down his spine as she scowls in his direction.
Loki cocks an eyebrow, amused that his reputation precedes him so much that her hate is tangible, and she huffs and pushes through the crowd while the one with the metal arm - the siamese twin - grabs her shoulder to prevent her from stepping too close. It only angers her even more and she shakes off the vibranium hand but stands her ground with her head lifted in cool arrogance, her eyes never wavering from Loki's.
Oh, she really hates him!
The look on her face reminds him of the tales he's heard of Muspelheim. Of Surtur and flames shining brighter than the sun; all of Asgard burning while the glass of the shattered rainbow bridge glistens in the flames and sticks to his skin, covers his hair. With her, there's fire in the air. He feels it immediately and it draws him in.
***
He spends his days in the shadows, observes the dynamics of the Avengers, gathers information in case he has to do something... drastic. He's not exactly planning on betraying the trust his brother's placed in him, but it's never unwise to have a plan to overthrow the Avengers - just in case. So he learns what he can from afar; their likes, their dislikes, their routines. But mostly, Loki just observes her.
She really loathes him which only makes it all the more fun. She storms off whenever he comes close. Flares her nostrils, squares her jaw, stamps away like a petulant child - and he must admit that he does love it! He enjoys having her wrapped around his little finger, that his mere presence can pull such a sincere reaction out of her. It makes the seidr in his veins feel electric; like pure voltage in the palm of his hand as it begs him to show off - show her - what he can do with it. He wonders if this is what Thor feels like when his eyes turn bone-white and arctic blue with lightening.
"I wish you would stop with that."
Loki glances towards his brother, tries to look as bored as possible as if he really doesn't know what he's talking about. "Stop with what?"
Thor gives out a long sigh and Loki is reminded of the first time Thor was disappointed with him; even though it's almost a thousand years ago, he can still smell the sweetness of the stolen tarts he'd hidden underneath his pillowcase and the empty hole in his chest where he knew he should be feeling shame but didn't.
"You know what I mean... It's not nice."
"In case you haven't noticed; I don't care about being nice."
"You're taunting her."
"She's an easy target," Loki hums with remnants of a chuckle, places his hands on the back of his head as he looks over at her. Even as she does something as mundane as drinking her morning coffee, she keeps a wary eye on him. It's entertaining. "You really can't blame me."
"It's not as if she's dangling bait, brother. You hurt her."
"I hurt her?!" Loki snaps, offended, "- when?"
"You really haven't realised?"
"Realised what?"
Another sigh. "Can't you tell she's from New York?"
Loki stops replying after that. Settles on picking an imaginary crumb from off his chest; thin crusted and rhubarb filling. He avoids Thor's gaze. He doesn't feel empty now and they both know it.
***
He'd come running through the compound with the rest of them as soon as the strangled war cry had met his ears.
Half-hiding behind one of the huge stone columns, he takes her in; she's covered in blood from head to toe, panting harshly as she stands in the middle of the hall, daggers still clutched tightly in both hands as her friends surround her. She looks fiery, evil, war ready - like the Valkyries from back home with their spears and their feminine hands skilfully wringing death out of anyone who crosses Asgard.
There had been a time where Loki had been afraid of them, and then, as he grew a little older, completely mesmerised by their raw beauty and the smell of battle as they rode towards the Royal Palace to report back to Odin and his ravens. He remembers standing in the hallowed halls of Valaskjalf with Huginn and Muninn circling above him as the Valkyries take off their helmets and look towards his brother. What he wouldn't have given to have one of them stab him, let alone notice him. Five hundred years later and it still hurts...
Steve Rogers is standing right by her side, not covered in as much blood as she is but still looking relieved to be back home. He sends a nod in Stark's direction and throws an electronic device across the room with a defeated sigh. It doesn't take a genius to see that even though the mission went well, they'd been ambushed.
Rogers takes a step closer to her, puts his arm around her shoulders as to hug her, and for the first time since they appeared in the entrance hall, she howls in pain, collapses on the floor and wrings her face in the most horrible way.
Loki notices the hole in her suit first. Sees how the red comes in pulses and flows down over her shoulder and chest. She's been stabbed, and by the looks of the dark red tissue in the gap, it's deep.
Steve Rogers yelps in shock, throws himself down on the ground beside her and instantly starts pressurising the wound with his bruised hands while his two companions are by her side immediately, ready to scoop her up in their arms and carry her to safety.
Loki takes in the scene unfolding before him; the three frantic men, the spurting blood, her panicked face as she cries. Swears he can hear Hel whisper her name.
"Leave her," he suddenly hears his own voice booming through the echoing hall and it drowns out the whisper.
They all stop dead in their tracks. Look around for him.
He's not sure exactly where all of this is coming from; he really couldn't care less if she died, but he finds himself stepping around the column, and he comes out with his arms raised as if surrendering. "She's gonna bleed out before you reach a doctor."
Action figure-man is on his feet almost immediately: "And what do you suggest?," he hisses angrily, "that we leave her be? Let her die here on the floor without even trying?"
Loki raises his arms a little higher and takes another careful step towards them. "I can help."
"You can help? And why should we trust you?"
"First of all, you shouldn't," he states as he simply cannot help himself. "- But it's your only chance of saving your friend."
"You're not serious!" Tin-man hisses and looks towards Loki while helping Steve Rogers putting pressure on the gaping wound, "as if we're supposed to believe you suddenly care."
Loki wants to bite back but a painful sound from her makes him hold his tongue.
"- We're not gambling with her life!"
"Are you sure?" Loki retorts and it finally makes Captain Rogers look up. "- Because it looks to me as if you are."
Loki cannot see Thor who's standing behind him, but he imagines the slow nod of approval he gives the Steve Rogers trio, because suddenly the Captain gives out a heavy sigh, his eyes downcast. "Alright then," he says in defeat and waves Loki closer while clutching her tight.
"Steve!" Tin-man appeals but his best friend has made up his mind.
All eyes turn to Loki.
He's surprised to learn that he doesn't enjoy it as much as he'd imagined he would. He supposes it's because the main difference between him and his brother has once again been underlined so cruelly.
"If you try anything," action figure man warns and Loki bites back: "What? You'll kill me? As if I haven't heard that before. Now get out of my way, mortal."
He steps forwards, squats down beside her and summons the green sparks in the palm of his hand, looks her in the eye for the first time since the day they'd been introduced. There's fire behind her colourful irises; mistrust, chaos and fear. She leans towards him and with all her strength grabs his wrist. "What - are - you - doing?" she pants and wrings him tightly.
"Saving you," he mumbles and turns his palm around, directs the sparks at her gashing wound.
She gives out a small painful hiss as the wound closes up immediately but her eyes never leave his face. They transgress from pain to panic to relief. He's there with her for the whole ride and it does absolutely nothing to drown the embers inside of him.
"Oh my god," Captain Rogers mumbles and runs his fingers over the newly-formed scar on her front as he stares in disbelief.
Her doubting eyes are still carefully watching Loki, her small fingers still wrapped tightly around his wrist. Her mouth goes slack and she finally lets go of him, looks towards the closed up wound, then back at him. "Thank you," she whispers apprehensively.
It makes his seidr glow fluorescently green in his veins and he gets the sudden urge to fall to his knees and lick her clean.
Had Huginn and Muninn only still been alive, he would've made them watch this up close so they could report it back in detail to all of Asgard.
***
The Avengers are not as cold after that. Still wary of him - as they should be - but the hatred and constant fear is gone. And when she comes back from her bed rest, it tickles him that the first thing she does is to seek him out.
"Thank you," she says slowly, almost controlled, and extends her hand as a peace offering, "- for saving my life."
"You already said that."
"Well, I meant it."
He looks up at her. Her mouth is formed to a pout, her body poised in vigilance, her eyes carefully watching his every movement while her hand extends into dangerous grounds. She's still not sure what his motives are and it gives him the opportunity to toy with her a bit. "...I'm honoured?"
A short-lived flame of annoyance flashes across her features as she retracts her hand back to safety with a huff.
"Did I say something wrong?" he quips in the hopes that he can keep her attention.
"You're trying to rile me up."
"How dare you!" He says in mock offence. "I would never!"
She crosses her arms underneath her chest, "I'm trying to offer you an olive branch and all you do is ridicule me. Are you really that desperate for attention?"
It amuses him. He loves when she shows him bits of the real her. "Are you calling me desperate for attention because I don't care I saved your life?"
“Then why did you do it?”
“It was merely strategic,” he shrugs and hopes she doesn’t detect the lie that tastes bitter on his tongue. Why did he save her? The question’s been nagging him for days now. “- it’s never unwise to have an Avenger owe you their life.”
“Wow,” she blinks and shakes her head in disbelief. "I don't know why we all listened to Thor - he said you'd changed but you're clearly still a conniving snake.”
"A snake?” he smiles, relieved that his lie has her convinced, "is that supposed to hurt me? Trust me, darling, I've been called worse."
"Just a gentle reminder that you'll never be anything but a villain."
"I suppose every villain is a hero in their own mind."
She takes the bait and narrows her eyes. "You absolutely destroyed my hometown. All the places I loved. And you have the nerve to call yourself a hero?!"
"Would you prefer a god?"
She flares her nostrils in frustration, "is everything a joke to you?"
"...Mainly?" he smirks "in case you haven't noticed, I'm the God of Mischief - it's in the job description."
She takes a few angry breaths. "Life is always a performance for you, isn't it? Whether it's an endless need for attention, a humorous quip, or the unfolding of another of your great plans, it's always just for show!"
He's excited to feel that the full-blown anger's back and she's seeing red. And to think he was almost disappointed in her?!
She grinds her teeth. "Just so we're clear, I'm not doing this to imply we're even or to make you feel just the slightest bit better about yourself for what you did. Trust me, I'd still rather see you rotting away in a prison cell. You-"
"I must admit," he drawls, gives himself some time to enjoy her undivided, flaming attention as he so impolitely interrupts her, "I like you much more when you're honest with me. When you admit you want to watch me burn! This front of niceties you just put up? This so-called olive branch while you so uncharacteristically give up control? It doesn't suit you."
She wrings her arms in frustration, narrows her eyes into slits. "You're goddamn insufferable!"
***
She's not more intoxicated than the rest of the Avengers, but she is drunk. Agent Romanoff keeps handing her clear liquor in small glasses that they down in a single second, followed by strings of laughs when the alcohol burns in their throats.
He remembers being drunk like that; fresh, sweet-smelling mead from oak barrels in the hundreds, wine in golden carafes on every table. He used to love the parties him and Thor threw; the chaos, the abundance! A heavy flow of alcohol was always a neat little excuse for his erratic behaviour, but the best part was always when the mead was extra good and strong and he could get Thor to follow his lead. Oh, how they used to cause rampage! They would've been unstoppable, had they only been on the same side.
Loki turns around the brown glass bottle in his hand so he can read the blue label; five percent...
He misses the lightheadedness, the parties, him and Thor being on the same side, Asgard. He's never longed for a taste of home this much before. He looks back at her.
"You're being unusually quiet this evening," Thor says from layers away, "should I be worried?"
"Hmm?" Loki snaps out of it, turns his head towards his brother who's sitting with an annoyingly smug expression plastered on his face. "No, I'm just contemplating this piss they call beer. How can they drink it?" He gives the bottle a sniff and winces. "I never thought I'd hear myself say it but I miss Asgard."
"Is that sentiment I sense in you, brother?"
"Absolutely not," he scoffs and looks back at her and Romanoff as they give out a loud laugh. "I'm glad it burned."
Her eyes scan the room, land on Loki's for a split second too long to pretend they didn't register him. For some reason, it satisfies him. She's aware of his presence.
"You like her," he hears Thor's chuckle from beside him.
"Bite your tongue!"
"I notice you stare at her a lot," he chuckles again.
Loki wants to say something. Wants to make Thor pay for what he's implying, but he doesn't really have a great comeback to that.
***
It's later that same evening when she finally approaches him. Toned legs walking towards him, wide hips swaying up the small set of stairs, shoulders pushed arrogantly back as she determinedly stares him down. She only has eyes for him. Finally.
He can't help but meet her halfway; he leans forwards, balances his elbows on his knees, impatiently waits for her to spit on him.
"Loki," she hums with fire in her eyes when the syllables hit her tongue.
"Yes, little dove?" he quips, excited to see her riled up and finally talking to him again.
"I want to talk to you," she scans the room for unwanted attention before her sharp eyes find his again and he feels the bone-white and arctic blue. "This little game you're playing?" She says harshly, "It ends now."
He almost gives in. Almost. "What game?"
"Don't play stupid," she huffs. "I can't do anything without you keeping an eye on me. Tell me what it is you want."
He cannot help the smirk that appears on his lips and he leans a little closer, spreads his knees apart.
"Answer me," she demands, her chest heaving.
"You haven't asked a question," he says calmly as if he truly didn't notice the way her eyes lingered on his crotch.
"You want me to be sincere," she states and takes another step towards him. "-I want the same thing from you."
She's so close he can smell her; sweet, salty, tang on the back of his tongue. She's ripe like a fucking goddess!
He absentmindedly rubs his thighs. "Darling, I assure you; this is me being sincere."
Her chest is heaving in heavy pants. She's annoyed. "Then tell me exactly what you want from me."
She holds his gaze in an insane power play while he ponders for a second. Should he tell her his intentions? String her along for a little while longer and make her second-guess everything? He is the God of Mischief, he supposes, but she looks so sweet, so damn fuckable as she angrily stares down at him. So he gives in and tells her what he wants. After all, why shouldn't he? What's he got to lose?
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A decent man would've probably kept her at an arms length, tucked her into bed and told her she was way too drunk to make decisions like this, but Loki's not a decent man. He'll take what he can get and leave the decency to team Cap.
With a flick of his wrist, they're back in his bedroom. She's naked in his lap, pushing her lovely tits up against him as she pulls him closer. "You like me," she whispers and licks the shell of his ear. Moves her pelvis against his leather clothing, "you like watching me."
"Shut up," he groans and pulls her flush against his chest, pushes his tongue past her teeth as he grinds her bottom against his crotch.
Her hand comes down between them, slides down over the trail of hair underneath his navel before her fingers find their way to the buttons of his leather pants, unleashes him without a single touch. She eyes him hungrily but keeps her hands to herself, nonverbally insists she has the power to control him. The way she looks at him: he's so hard, it's verging on torture.
"Tell me you like me," she pulls harshly down on his hair, bites him; draws blood from his lower lip.
"Ah!" he hisses though he likes it! "Careful!"
She yanks his hair again with an evil smile and Loki swears, he almost comes.
"You're a devil, aren't you?" he hears himself say as he smacks her ass and bites her nipple, takes advantage of her little jump to push two fingers inside her pulsing heat. She's gushing already, soaks him all the way down to his knuckles as she rides his hand, pinches her own nipples.
"Say my name," he pulls on her earlobe with his teeth. "Spit on me!"
She finds his eye, gives him the same evil smile as before and whispers a short "no," as she arches her back and pushes her nipple back into his mouth. Cheeky little thing.
He curls his fingers and strokes her g-spot, enjoys the sounds she's making for him. Only for him, he reminds himself and feels his chest expanding with something unfamiliar that makes him want to melt into her. He pushes it away; concentrates on the tangible pleasure and not how it makes his head dizzy.
As if on cue, her hands finally find his aching cock and she starts stroking him slowly. He's harder than ever and leaking already.
He looks down between them; small feminine hands caressing him so sweetly is a fantastic contrast to all the biting and pulling. He feels his chest expanding again. "Fuck!" he hisses and pushes himself into her hand to feel something else. Focus on the pleasure, he tells himself and stutters his hips upwards again and again.
Her fingers are running through his hair and she's sucking on his tongue while her hand sets the pace, runs over his stained head. "You want this?" She whispers, bites the thin skin below his jaw.
Fuck yes he wants this! Wants her! He groans.
"You want to save my life?," she bites him again, pulls on his hair. "You want me to spit on you? Are you so desperate to fuck an avenger?"
He hisses at that, grabs her jaw tightly. "I hate the Avengers!"
"Are you sure?" she smiles devilishly and points at the scar on her shoulder. "Are you sure you really hate us?”
He groans in defeat and releases her pretty face with a hiss and positions himself at her entrance, finally pushes himself inside with the same pace as she lowers herself down towards his hips. “Ah! Fuck!”
It's an immediate collision of universes, Loki is seeing stars and needs a second to come down to earth, to savour the feeling, but he hardly has time to get used to the warm wetness squeezing him tight before she starts moving in long, warm pulses.
He's captivated, enchanted! He bites her neck, holds her down, desperate to keep her bouncing in a speed that makes him flex his toes without making him explode. He wants this to last. He wants this memory of her hatefucking him into oblivion. This beautiful, vengeful woman who's mounting him like a stallion and riding him like a valkyrie riding to battle. "Goddess!" he hisses against her neck and she finally finds his mouth and without the use of teeth, presses silky lips against his, makes everything inside of him glow green with desire. It’s desire, he tells himself though it feels like something else.
"Loki," she finally moans in his ear and he's never heard anything sweeter.
He pulls her closer, fucks into her and smells her skin. Kisses the scar below her shoulder.
He saved her.
His seidr runs crazy, tingles throughout every limb, makes him see everything clear: he wants her to want him and only him!
That’s why he saved her.
His last thought before he completely lets go is of the disaster he knows this will bring upon him; his own, personal Ragnarok visible on the horizon. She has the power to make him crumble, to make him burn brighter than the sun and turn to ash. He feels it already and there's no stopping it.
He thinks of Valaskjalf. Of molten gold and flames licking his father’s throne.
She speeds up, moans his name, fills his chest with fire.
Valhalla, I'm coming home.
Find part 2 here
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worstloki · 11 months
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Why does Thor call Loki popsicle stick? Unless he sucks him off with that perfect cock sucking height
im going to need a legit explanation for that nickname because nothing else is coming to mind
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Step Up Your Game
Natasha Romanoff X Reader
Summary: Natasha notices something about you in the gym and you scare a few team members when you make a full blown experiment in the kitchen.
Warnings: Still fluffy and chaotic asf.
Authors Note: Hey, hope y’all like this. As someone that makes weird foods I will not be taking questions at this time regarding The Sandwich™️.
Part 1 (A Spanner In The Works)
Gif not mine
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It took two whole days inbetween mandatory training before you were able to clear the chaos. You'd even slipped away to the closest store you could find to get paint for the walls on your room. After seeing all the exciting designs from before you decided to stay away from vibrant colors, going for a deep and neutral blue.
Sam had stopped by and made you text him the before and after photos to embarrass Tony with later. Steve only came by to make sure you'd be awake in time for training. Other than that, you hadn't really talked to anyone since your conversation with Natasha. The rest of the team, however, spent plenty of time talking about you.
"Someone needs to tell Fury he can't just push new members onto us. It doesn't always work," Tony pointed out, but Sam was quick to interject.
"You're still just salty about the room," Natasha had to bite back a laugh.
"No, I'm not! Double agent over there doesn't think they'd be a good fit," Tony points towards Natasha and she shakes her head.
"They haven't done anything wrong, Tony. While it doesn't add up now, Fury isn't known for making mistakes," Natasha stated and many on the team nodded in agreement. "And Sam's right..." Natasha painted a serious look on her face and paused for affect. "You really are just salty about the room," Her grave look turned into one of amusement as the older man groaned in annoyance.
"Fine..." He trailed off before muttering, "They were pretty nice about the whole thing," the billionaire admits and the team erupts into casual bouts of laughter at his hissy fit. Soon enough they all depart the common area to meander and go about their own business. For Wanda, that's going back to her room to watch tv. Vision would probably follow Tony and Bruce down to the labs before inevitably going to check on Wanda. Steve, Sam and Bucky... Who knows what those guys do.
Natasha decided to spend the morning training in the gym. She held a large water bottle in one hand and was scrolling on her phone with the other when she entered the room. Her text conversation with Maria about Y/n’s promotion into the team was also fruitless. It seems everyone was banking on whatever Fury’s hunch was.
“Ah! Natasha!” Her ears must be deceiving her. She looked up to see Thor in a large red Ramones t-shirt and sweats. Behind him you had a similar outfit, but you seemed to have zoned out while looking out the large windows showing the prettier side of the compound.
“Hey,” She replied simply and the tall man smiled.
“I was just telling the new recruit you may be better suited to train them as my fighting style requires more…” He trailed off, trying to not offend you.
“No worries, big guy,” You said, snapping out of your trance with a smile before walking over to them. “Can’t keep up with you when you’re built like a tank,” You patted his shoulder and he laughed.
“I don’t mean to offend,” He states.
“I’m not offended. It is what it is and you’re a heavy hitter,” You say and Natasha couldn’t help but agree. It was almost comical just how much more petite you were compared to the man. At least Wanda had a bit of height to make up for it, but you looked like a child next to the god.
“So… Should I be offended?” Natasha lifted her brow, looking directly into the gods eyes. Thor chuckled awkwardly.
“No, of course not…” alright, with his tone like that then maybe she should? Natasha shrugged it off and looked back towards Y/n.
“I’m sure Y/n already knows how to handle themselves. They’ve been a SHIELD agent for years,” Natasha comments and Thor looks surprised.
“Oh, sorry! I guess I just assumed that-“ Thor quickly shut his mouth again before chuckling and making up not even half of an excuse before darting out of the training room. You chuckle before clearing any confusion.
“That makes 3 out of 4 who assume I can’t defend myself,” You state before cracking your knuckles and walking towards the punching bags. Today should’ve been a leg day for the redhead, but she opted to use this opportunity to at least get to know you better. While she was sure Steve hadn’t told you yet, there was a mission coming up for the whole team and you’d be shadowing her as long as Fury didn’t throw any other curveballs to their objectives.
“Assuming I’m the fourth and Thor is the third; who were the other two?” Natasha didn’t bother wrapping her knuckles like you or Clint. She never learned to because in the Red Room everyone was expected to function without any ‘help’.
“Sam and Steve,” You laughed at the memory from yesterday. “You should’ve seen Sam’s face when I knocked him down in less than five minutes of sparring,”
“If it took you a whole five minutes you may need to double down on your training,” the spy said in a lighthearted, teasing manner. You paused your movements though, looking deep in thought.
“Hey… Natasha?” Your tone was hesitant. Natasha gave you a look to tell you to continue and you frowned to yourself. “I’m not sure what Fury wants from me being here… I don’t think this is something I’m really qualified for and it’s really confusing for me. I feel like it’s a mistake,” Your eyes glance up from their spot on the floor just to lock with hers.
The way your eyes are catching the sun makes her feel… something. She wasn’t sure what it was or what to think. The distraction made it difficult to process your next words.
“What should I do?” Your shoulders slumped as you finally asked the burning question you had since Fury asked you in the first place. Well, not so much asking as it was ordering you.
When her brain finally caught up to the conversation a long moment had already passed and you were beginning to feel quite nervous. Your eyes flew to the floor and you shook your head before turning back to the punching back and resuming your training. She mulled over your words carefully before coming to a simple solution.
“Follow through,” Natasha watched as you quickly glanced back at her, not stopping your punches this time.
“Follow through,” You echo her words and nod, trying to psych yourself up.
“Whatever it is that’s got you here? We’ll figure it when the time is right. Fury has a way with these things,” Natasha finally turned to the punching bag in front of herself and joined you. A small smile made its way onto her face when she heard your huff of determination before doubling your efforts, no longer pulling your punches.
The movements reminded her of Sam. Despite not being enhanced at all, he was fast. Even the way you kept your footing light and more on the balls of your feet was something she’d seen the man do. The spy was impressed you seemed to pick all of that up in five minutes of sparring. Maybe she could teach you…
After training and getting to know Natasha a bit more you felt at ease. You’d been too afraid to mention your own doubts to the others. It was clear they already would’ve agreed with the looks on their faces, but Natasha seemed different. She’d been the most welcoming so far. Clint and Bruce filling out second and third place for that title respectively. It just felt right to ask.
You were glad you did. Never one to be completely deaf to your surroundings, you’d heard things at SHIELD. If you were on her bad side or if you were stepping on her toes you would have known.
Apparently there was this Agent that thought it was a good idea to say something not so work friendly to the spy and he ended up transferring to Antarctica the next day. Of course, you would never ask the woman if that was actually true or not. That would probably put you on her bad side. You shiver at the thought like when you hear nails on a chalkboard. With one last spin on your office chair, you stand once again and make your way over to the kitchen
When you get there you see Wanda sitting at the table with Vision, eating some sort of stew and you give them a polite wave. You’ve had a handful of small exchanges with Vision, but you still couldn’t really connect on much as you didn’t really think the same logical way all the time. Wanda you had yet to talk to at all really. The two of them seemed nice enough, but it was clear that spending time with them meant being a bit of a third wheel.
You opened the door to the pantry and grabbed the bread, honey and a jar of crunchy peanut butter. The couple watched with novel curiosity as you decided to make the fanciest peanut butter sandwich you could think of. Your eyes darted around the counter, finding the banana’s and picking a ripe one for yourself. Then, you poked your head in the fridge, grabbing the chocolate sauce you saw last night when Steve made himself a sundae for desert.
Wanda watched on in horror as you practically lobbed chunks of the chunky peanut butter onto the bread, finding that the oils separated and left it less than agreeable to work with and spread. You ignored the couples eyes on you as you pursed your lips, cutting and placing the banana slices to cover the whole surface before drizzling copious amounts of chocolate and a tiny bit of the honey over the top.
With a proud look, you slapped another slice of bread on the uneven surface and moved to put all the ingredients away. Meanwhile, Natasha stood in the threshold of the kitchen exchanging looks with the couple over your experiment on a plate. She stepped closer to the island, to get a closer look before shrugging. Wanda held her hand over her mouth as she tried to hold back a laugh, but Vision was still plain confused.
When you turned back around to finally eat your masterpiece of culinary excellence you found that, unfortunately, two pairs of eyes turned to three. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment and you quickly grabbed the plate, jogging out of the kitchen to go eat in your room. Natasha found herself smiling at the mental image of you scarfing down the sandwich, hunched in some corner like a gremlin as she got her leftovers from the fridge.
When she joined the couple at the table they all spent the better part of 30 minutes joking about the monstrosity you’d made. They also may have been re-enacting your somewhat flighty behavior for comedic effect.
authors note: So uhhhhhhhh what do y’all think? Still down to read more if I write more of this? Ngl I’m having a blast making y/n more of a lovable idiot in this one 😂
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Kirby toddler reader! She’s so small and pink as she crashes down from Space to the Earth with her Star spaceship, which is how she got to the tournament in the first place.
Everyone’s just very confused at what a small baby is doing here, who can’t talk very well, only saying her own name and slowly being able to pronounce other words too. They’re also not sure what she even is since she’s definitely not human. (Kirby eats ANYTHING) so maybe they figure that out when they witness reader eating Brunhilldes disgusting pies in one bite.
(Even cuter if reader floats at one point since Kirby can do that)
-As Ragnarok’s first round was about to start, Lu Bu and Thor sizing each other up, knowing in an instant that the other was strong, nobody was expecting a party crasher.
-A glint in the sky high above was all that some people saw before Zeus shouted for the two fighters to look out and they looked up, seeing a star shaped spaceship crashing down.
-Both were able to avoid the impact, which destroyed a large part of the arena grounds, and as the smoke cleared, nobody was expecting to see a cute little pink… something to come out of the ship.
-You were so tiny and so adorable as you fell out of the ship, front flipping out and landing on your rear, “Poyo!” everyone was wide-eyed, stunned by that they were seeing before you opened your eyes as Thor and Lu Bu approached.
-You weren’t afraid, immediately beaming up at them, “Poyo!” and quickly the tournament was put on hold.
-Thor wasn’t sure what to make of you, as you sat on his lap, all the gods and human warriors meeting together to meet you, you were definitely not human, but you weren’t a god either.
-Loki was poking at your belly and you giggle loudly, looking so cheerful, so carefree, it made many of them melt almost instantly and you were quickly being passed around, being introduced to everyone.
-You were passed to Odin and his beard made you sneeze, and you shocked everyone once again as you started to float, a side effect of your sneeze, but you didn’t look bothered at all, floating around, having fun.
-Your spaceship was recovered from the arena and Beelzebub and Nikola were the ones assigned to inspect it, finding the technology inside it unlike anything they had seen on earth or in Valhalla.
-Loki was trying to help you say his name, something you had a bit of trouble with, making them think that you were only a baby, as you could only say, “Lolo!” which many thought was adorable.
-When your stomach suddenly rumbled, showing that you were hungry, Brunnhilde brought you some of her pies, which quickly had most everyone reeling away, appalled by the smell of it.
-You lifted your little arms, “Poyo!” before you opened your mouth and like a vacuum, a whirlwind surrounded the four pies, pulling them towards you and you inhaled them, pie tin and all, shocking all of them.
-Your mouth closed as soon as the last pie disappeared and you plopped down on your rear, smiling brightly at Brunnhilde, “Poyo-poyo!” she could tell that you were thanking her and she smiled warmly, happy that you liked her pies.
-Her joy was short lived, as it was quickly proven, unintentionally with a couple of chairs and several glass cups, that you could and would eat anything, as nothing would cause you any damage or make you appear any different.
-It was like you didn’t need normal food to feed yourself, you could eat anything, which did cause some headaches, as you did inhale some things that you should have, like weapons, but they were quick to learn your quirks and tried to not only teach you but encourage you to only eat actual food items.
-Your new family, as they had put aside their difference, not wanting to make you sad, as you had grown close to all of them, treating them so gently, like how a child would treat a parent, and they all agreed to cancel Ragnarok and work on fixing things, to prove to you that they were good role models for you.
-You were just happy to spend time with your newfound friends!
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Y'all who love depicting Ghost King Danny as an eldritch being in DPxDC crossovers, i have a plothole to offer to you, and then my favorite pastime - the solution making the plothole look like an intentional part of the interior design
The plothole: why are y'all making 'eldritch being' part of a Ghost King's attributes when Pariah Dark never showed anything like it at any point of time????
The solution: lmao y'all i present to you the Thor Ragnarok headcanon, in which the Crown and Ring and Ghost King status don't actually make anyone eldritch, they just make it easier to focus what's already there
So basically
Danny: but i don't have the crown and ring anymore how can i beat them i'd have to like. go full eldritch horror for that
Clockwork: and you can, now that you have done it enough times with assistance. the king accessories only draw out what is already there, make it easier to acess, but the core of it is you. you can do this danny :)
Danny:
Danny: I WAS AN ELDRITCH HORROR FROM THE START????
CW: *cocks gun* always have been ...what do you think happens when a 100% complete undamaged child soul goes out and then supernova in an explosion of ectoplasm? You're the equivalent of a black hole Danny, of course you're a primordial being
Danny:
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Summary: After Age of Ultron, the team are left with the decision of what to do with Wanda, and they’re not in agreement. Natasha becomes staunchly defensive of the witch, remembering her own fate at SHIELD was decided in a similar manner.
(Summaries are tricky but Nat defends Wanda, R defends Nat, then they comfort each other at the end)
Word Count: 1188
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff & Reader; Wanda Maximoff & Reader (Platonic)
Warnings: Half the team are being mean to Wanda and Natasha gets sad :(
A/N: Based on this request. Thank you all for the awesome response to my last fic, it gave me the motivation to write despite everything else going on rn, so thank you and reminder to reblog and comment on fics if you can, because that’s what keeps writers posting their fics on here :) Enjoy!
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"We cannot let her waltz around scot-free without any repentance for her crimes!"
"She just lost her homeland and her twin brother; you don't think that's enough punishment?"
"She's HYDRA. She volunteered. She is everything we've been fighting against and you want us to, what? take her under our wing? make her even stronger than she already is?"
"Yes! That's the kind of power we want on our side-"
To nobody's surprise, Steve and Tony are at odds, driving the argument. Thor had backed Steve with the insight that second chances had done his brother a world of good. But everyone remembers the Battle of New York, and soon even Steve is wishing the God of Thunder would rescind his support. Bruce agrees with Tony, still racked with guilt over the Johannesburg incident. Then Clint voices his support for Steve, upon a conditional level of trust, to return the sides to an imbalance.
Sam and Rhodey use their newcomer status to remove their ballot from the decision; the two of them sneaking off, likely to do better things with their time.
The argument continues, never ceasing for breaths since everyone talks over each other, constantly interrupting the previous point. You grimace from your place in the corner; sitting, observing, and waiting for them to tire themselves out before you say your piece. Natasha meets your eye. She is doing the same.
"She's a child!" Steve continues
"She's going on 26! Steve you were Captain America by that age, I was the most famous CEO in the world! We weren't let off the hook for anything, were we? We weren't told we were 'just kids so it's all okay'. I paid for my mistakes, same as you did, and this glowing ball in my chest is proof of that."
"That's enough," Natasha finally speaks. Her voice is all it takes to bring the group to silence. "She's a victim. She was manipulated into her actions and she came around as soon as she realised that. We've all made mistakes, and joining the Avengers was our chance at redemption; let her have that."
"Her actions are her own, and I'm sorry, but they're too severe to wave off as a mistake, or ignorance"
"Is that the same with me?"
"What?"
"See, I was a victim too, but no one ever treated me like one."
"Nat-"
"No. Nobody was controlling me when I went through the Red Room; my actions were all my own, same as Wanda. But when your childhood is defined by manipulation and indoctrination, how much does that matter? I did the only thing I knew how to do and followed orders, same as Wanda, and I lost people along the way, same as Wanda. Have you even spoken to her, Tony? She's known since the age of 10 that your missile killed her parents, and HYDRA took advantage of that; you think you'd keep a levelhead if you found someone responsible for your parents' deaths?
So no. I spent too long thinking my transgressions were all my own, and I won't stand here and let Wanda believe the same."
Natasha strides out of the door with purpose and speed, while all eyes in the room track her movements in silence. It is only when the door slams that the team begins to break from their stupor.
You look around unsurely, meeting everyone's eyes as if to confirm its truth. You are the first to break the silence. "I'm going after her." Nobody contests.
You don't rush, you know where Natasha is after all and you know she needs time alone, but you also know to check up on her after an argument like that. You were there when Clint brought her back to SHIELD, when Fury and the archer broke into arguments echoingly similar to the one the team just had. You remember how much she struggled from her own mind, how they left her in a cell, just as the Avengers now have to Wanda, and you remember the thin walls, where Natasha could overhear all their arguments regardless of how you tried to distract her. 
It isn't a surprise to you when you open Natasha's door and she refuses to speak. She watches you enter and makes space for you to sit beside her on the bed, but she doesn't speak. You talk to her for a bit, praising her stance, but it's clear she needs longer alone.
"I'll be here when you need," you say. She nods. You walk back to where you're needed most, passing through the common room still full of arguing Avengers on your way.
"Stop thinking about yourselves for once, and think about your fucking team," you say without even stopping to look at them, then you continue your path out of the room.
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Guilt sets in on the remaining Avengers as they fall to silence yet again. Clint reminds them what Natasha went through and from that memory, Natasha's hasty exit, and your outburst after seeing the assassin, they can all conclude how much the topic has hurt their teammate.
Clint apologies through her bedroom door; the others say sorry to her face once she lets them in. Natasha sighs, then nods her acceptance of their apologies. "The person you really should be saying this to is Wanda. She deserves support, not solitary isolation."
"Yeah, I don't think it's all that solitary," Tony says. He flicks his wrist to the wall, and soon enough FRIDAY is displaying a feed of Wanda's cell.
"Is that Y/N?" Steve asks, squinting for a better look.
Meanwhile, Natasha smiles, recognising the scene in front of her and knowing, with certainty, that it was you. She watches you and Wanda sit cross-legged on the floor with a plastic yellow board coming up between you. You both analyse it closely until you pull a circular blue chip from your hand and slide it in.
"That's four!" you cheer. Pointing out the four circles you had managed to connect. Wanda frowns, but you can tell it is not akin to the sorrow she had felt so often recently. At this moment, her mind is distracted entirely from that and focused only on the game. 
"We have to play again. I can win this, I know," the Sokovian frowns. "I get first move."
You're still dividing the 'connect 4' pieces into their respective colours when a knock sounds on the cell door. You look up as Natasha opens the door, greeting Wanda with a smile.
"You doing okay?" you ask.
Natasha nods. "Thank you for being here, Y/N. And as for Wanda-" she switches her gaze- "we've got a room prepared for you if you're willing to stay. You can learn to control your powers; the team agreed I can train you."
"I would like that," Wanda mumbles, her nerves around the assassin still clear.
"Come on then, I'll take you to your room.” Natasha smiles and escorts her out, but before falling out of your earshot, she leans into Wanda conspiratorially, “I’ll even give you the secret to beating Y/N at that game.”
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