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the send-off | s.r ; 4
summary | Being his best friend and assistant, Howard Stark asked you to be the first one to be tested on his time machine project. After some unexpected errors, you ended up stuck in the modern times of the 21st century. Where you meet the man you thought died years ago: Steve Rogers.
pairing/s | steve rogers x reader, avengers x reader
word count | 5k+
genres | angst, fluff, crack, time travel au, unrequited love au
warnings | mention of blood, idiots…
note | after months, here's a new update! finally found the inspiration to write again :)) I apologize for the long delay. anyway, let me know your thoughts on this one. enjoy reading!
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“Ugh… What to do? What to do?” you hummed.
It’s been days since your arrival in this era. And so far, everything is fine. Confusing but fine. You were still having nightmares that always woke you up. But you didn’t bother to tell anyone about it. It’s probably a normal reaction.
Since the superheroes in the compound have alternative schedules for their missions, you found yourself rubbing shoulders with whoever Avenger is in the compound. It’s obvious that they don’t want you to feel excluded and made it clear that they don’t mind you asking questions if you find something puzzling.
You usually bond with the youngest one, Peter Parker, who is always around since he is, based on what he said, “a friendly neighborhood superhero”. It means that he doesn’t go out of the country, like Natasha or Steve, or even this state for a mission since he still has classes to attend and he explains that his aunt won’t let him go anywhere far and dangerous. Understandable, you thought. The kid is only sixteen. But for now, Peter is staying back with his aunt in their apartment while the others are on their missions. He has a schedule for staying between the compound and his aunt’s place.
Clint is with his family, who you heard lived in this secret farmhouse. Tony is probably home too. You don’t really know. You kind of feel that he avoids being alone with you. Wanda is resting in her room. You don’t want to disturb her as you saw her coming home earlier, looking really exhausted.
When he can, Steve also kept you company. Of course, you enjoyed talking to him about his life after the whole defrosting thing. But sometimes, you felt like a disturbance or a burden in his free time. You thought, maybe he just wants to rest. Perhaps he just feels bad for you. So, you try to not stay around him all the time if he’s home.
So, you really have nothing to do. You have books but you don’t feel like reading now. You have this novel that you liked so much, you just finished it today. The compound also has this large, flat television but you don’t feel like watching anything either. It’s not like you’re not used to being alone. You’re always alone before! But at least you have a job to take up all your time. With all this free time, you cannot help but miss doing something in the laboratory. Computing numbers or testing prototypes with Howard. You wondered if your best friend ever finished that flying car he kept on re-working. You figured, maybe not. You see that people in this modern time still use four-wheeled cars.
“Oh, hey, Doctor Y/N.”
Sometime in the afternoon, Bruce Banner went out to the kitchen to get himself something to drink. That is where he sees you, looking all bored and spacing out. You forced a smile at him and greeted him back,
“Hello, Doctor Banner.”
“Bruce. You can call me Bruce.” he smiled as he opened a can of rootbeer.
“Then, you can call me just by my name too,” you replied, tapping on the hardbound book you had with you. You tried not to be obvious as you examined his look. With his eyeglasses and white coat, you know he’s been working in his laboratory.
After taking a sip from his drink, he spoke, “What are you up to in here, Y/N?”
Hearing that question, you instantly sighed heavily, making your shoulder slump, “Nothing really. I’ve been watching the paint dry, Bruce.”
Thankfully, the scientist caught on to your use of words. He chuckled before asking you, “Do you want to go to the lab?”
You swore you jumped from where you were sitting when Bruce said that. He took it as a yes and you two walked together back to his laboratory. Instantly, you were in awe of the place. There are screens and machinery everywhere. You don’t understand how these new gadgets work but you cannot wait to hear about them. This is like something you dreamed of.
“Here.”
Bruce handed you a white lab coat and you immediately grabbed it, wearing it excitedly. Damn, you missed wearing it. You stood next to him in front of his messy desk, which is pretty normal. Notes were everywhere. Even pens and crumpled papers. You’re starting to miss your own messy work table.
“Oh, I’m sorry about that,” Bruce spoke, referencing his desk.
You smiled, “It’s fine. It means you’re really working hard for something.”
Slipping your hands into the coat’s pockets, you wander around the spacious lab. You try to stop yourself from touching anything, fearing that you might mess something up. So like a little kid, your eyes just show your enthusiasm as you watch some type of liquid flow into a transparent tube.
“What are you working on?” you asked, turning your head to Bruce.
“Something that can help the world, hopefully.” he chuckled. He walked next to you, “It’s a serum that may help cancer patients.”
“That’s nice,” you whispered, eyes still distracted.
“Yeah. But it’s still an experiment. This is the first time I’m working on something like this again after I tried to recreate the super soldier serum.”
Your eyebrows raised as you looked at him, “You tried to recreate that serum?!”
Steve did not tell you about that. No one told you that someone in the compound tried to recreate it. You always wondered what Dr. Ernskine did to that serum since it seems very impossible to reproduce. But now that you’re in this modern era, people have more resources and findings. Maybe Bruce succeed.
Bruce stared back at you with a small smile, “It’s what brought me here, Y/N.”
“Cap. You okay?”
Tony asked as soon as he made sure the auto-pilot was set on the plane. Instead of answering, Steve grunts while pressing a hand on the right side of his stomach. Blood was gushing out from the stab wound he got from this mission. Bucky, on the other hand, also earned bruises on his face and small cuts on his arm. The two admittedly underestimated this mission. They didn’t expect that a hundred members will show up in this cult-like mob they raided. Thankfully, Tony was able to answer an emergency call.
“Those guys really got you cornered. Whoever stabbed you would probably brag about the fact he got to stab Captain America. Too bad he died.” Tony quipped, trying to lighten the mood. He signaled to Bucky to pass him a bandage.
Steve listened with exhaustion running in his veins. He breathed out as he closed his eyes, leaning his head on the surface behind him.
“You know, you got to be more careful now…” Tony suddenly spoke, sounding a bit serious. Steve opened his eyes and look at his friend who was focused on cleaning his wound. It took minutes of silence– since Tony made sure that his wound won’t get infected– before he continued, “You have a girlfriend waiting at home.”
“She’s not my girlfriend, Tony,” Steve replied sternly.
His best friend still managed to chuckle at that. Steve groaned when Tony slightly applied pressure to his wound. Not that Steve doesn’t like the idea of you as his romantic partner, he just doesn’t want to tolerate this kind of teasing from his friends. They might get used to it and make you uncomfortable whenever you’re with him.
Tony rolled his eyes, “Okay, whatever. But my point is you are Y/N’s closest friend in the compound right now and I don’t think she will like seeing you come back like this. I mean, you already died before and Dad told me a lot of things that happened.”
Steve tilted his head quizzically. He looked at Bucky who shared the same expression on his face.
“What–”
“There.” Tony got up as if he didn’t just say something. He pointed at Bucky. “And you too, buddy. Bring more backup next time. Something worse could have happened. You’re lucky I’m just another country away for a presentation.”
He walked back to his seat as the pilot, ignoring the confusion and curiosity from the two a-decade-old super soldiers.
“That was your last memory?”
Bruce sat in front of you, typing on his laptop as you nodded an answer. A couple of hours after inviting you, you two ended up just chatting in his laboratory. Bruce told you about the time he recreated the supersoldier serum. You learned his history and how he joined this league of superhumans. He was open to sharing his struggle in accepting his power and learning to control himself from being Bruce and the Hulk.
After that, he ended up giving you a tour of his laboratory. You would share how a gadget you had before evolved into what he has now in these modern times. Your curiosity about these said gadgets made his offer to teach you whenever he can and you happily agreed. Although you’re still unsure if you’re staying here for the rest of your life, you think that it will be good to adapt in the meantime.
“The time machine…” your voice trailed off as you brought up the topic. “How did you and Tony make it?”
You’ve been wanting to ask someone about their version of a time machine here. But since Howard’s son was a bit distant, you get to talk about it with Bruce now.
Bruce shakes his head, “It was unsuccessful.”
“It brought me here.” you countered, pursing your lips.
The air around you two was suddenly all serious and Bruce feels it. You were just wondering how they built their time machine. How did they make it work? It was seemingly more successful than Howard’s. Was it because of the current and upgraded technologies? Did they use different formulas than Howard? Did they make their own original version that was way different than what you and your best friend worked on in the past?
Bruce looked at you for seconds like he was contemplating if he should tell you. Then, he exhaled, removing his glasses.
“Tony brought the blueprint and basically the whole plan for it months ago. He said he found it when he was digging up in his dad’s office in their old house.”
“Wait.” your eyebrows scrunched together as you paused. You take your time processing his answer. You made sure you understood it by saying, “So… it was originally Howard’s… The blueprint for it?”
He nods, “Yes, Tony found it along with other plans his dad never worked on. We just used other materials than the outdated ones...”
You didn’t really listen to the rest of his words when you heard the first sentence. Your eyes stared at some space. Never worked on? He means, Howard made this plan and never worked on it? Does it mean that if your best friend just worked it, you could have been back earlier than this era? Your hand slowly pressed a hand on your chest and you felt your heartbeat getting quicker Bruce quickly noticed it and you looked up at him with your eyes screaming in confusion and surprise, hurt.
“When did Howard plan it?” you asked. Your voice was weak and you almost said it in a whisper.
Although confused, Bruce replied, “1977. It was written on the bottom of the blueprint.”
Your brain was quick in computing it. It was thirty years after your disappearance. You feel like shaking as you blinked away the tears that were blurring your sight.
“W-Where can I find this blueprint? I want to see it.”
The change in your tone and expression made Bruce ask, “Y/N, are you okay–”
“Where?” you asked again instead of answering.
“Uh, Tony has it.”
You ran your palms all over your face, calming yourself down. You breathe out. You knew you had to stop yourself from crying as you cannot stand doing it again. It’s pointless. You’ve been tearing up ever since you came here and you have never been this vulnerable. You don’t like it. Before Bruce can repeat a word, you sighed heavily.
“I’m sorry,” you said, shaking your head. “I… I was just surprised Howard planned on building another time machine and never made a move on it.”
Bruce hummed quietly and replied, “It’s fine… Everything must have been a lot to you.”
You chuckled, trying to lighten up the atmosphere, “Yeah, it’s a real bummer and I think it makes me blow a fuse really easily. I swear I was never this emotional.”
If he did it, would I have come back earlier?
The question floats in your head as you set your eyes on the quiet lake just outside the compound. You pulled your knees closer to your chest and rested your chin on your knees. The sky was already dimming down as the sun already set. Nature was quiet and the only loud thing was your brain with all these questions you were asking yourself.
There was a part of you who wished you shouldn’t have just asked Bruce. Maybe you wouldn’t feel this way. But you were always curious about things, so you asked. And here you are, having this moment. As if knowing about Howard’s plans is not enough, you still had thoughts if you can ask Tony about it. You let out an exasperated, hopeless exhale. Maybe not.
“Dr. Y/N!”
You snapped out of your deep thoughts when you heard your name. Turning your head to your side, you spotted Peter approaching with a smile on his face. He waved his hand, and your lips form a small smile.
“Hey… I thought you were staying with your aunt tonight?”
He sat beside you on the green grass, “I’m just staying here until nine. Then, I’ll go back home. I dropped by to see if you’re baking tonight.”
You giggled, “Well, today’s not your lucky day, kid. But I think we still have a few brownies in the jar from the other day.”
“I checked. It’s already empty.” he feigned disappointment, holding his chest, and you two chuckled. “How was your day here, doc?”
“Boring. I haven’t really done much. Bruce saw me in the kitchen earlier and invited me to his lab. I just miss doing something again.“ you confessed with a hint of frustration in your tone. “How about you, kid?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “Eh, just school. I and my friend Ned ended up in detention because he cannot stop talking about this new movie during chemistry class. Then, our other friend, MJ joined us since she said she enjoys going to detention. We planned to eat something after but MJ has a part-time job to go to.” Peter shared and you feel that he was pretty satisfied with how his day went.
“Well, at least one of us got to bond with their friends,” you scoffed. “I have to get used to my friends being superheroes.”
“They are usually busy, aren’t they?”
You nod, “Yeah. It actually made me feel jobless.”
You two laughed at that. You resumed, “I can’t believe I finished two books in a short period– Speaking of books, I was wondering if you could lend me a hand.”
“For what?”
“Oh, you know that novel I’ve been reading these past few days?”
“Ah, the one with the whole time machine plot too?”
“Yes. I… I really loved the book. Is there any way I can reach out to the author? Maybe write them a letter? I just really want to let them know that it’s a good story.”
Maybe it’s because of a lot of free time on your hand. But you just really adored the plot and the novel itself. You found it in the new releases section of the bookstore you went to days ago. But the story was set around your time, in the 40s, and mainly revolved around time traveling, which initially pulled you into buying it. It was accurate by the era it was in, and it made you feel closer to where you came from. Now, you just finished it and it was beautiful even though it was left on a cliffhanger. It causes you something to look forward to.
“We can try to reach out. Maybe they have e-mail. It’s faster than sending them written letters.” Peter suggests.
You cocked an eyebrow, “What’s an email?”
“Oh, it’s electronic mail. It’s like the modern type of exchanging letters with other people. Instead of asking for the person’s home address, they can just give you their email address. Then, you can send them a message with the computer or cellphone.” he explains and you nod.
“How about your laptop?”
He nods, “Yeah, we can also use that.”
You two ended up walking back to the compound. Peter helped you with creating your own e-mail address and typing your message to the author. You wanted to learn and get used to with using this gadget so you offered to type yourself. He was patient enough to teach you with the keys on the keyboard as you type.
“So, it automatically saves itself as a draft?”
You moved the cursor on the screen as you glided your index finger on the touchpad of his laptop. It wasn’t a long message but it was genuine. You re-read the whole thing again before passing the laptop to Peter.
“Yeah, what’s the name of the author again?” the boy asked before opening a new tab in the browser.
“Oh, wait…” you reached for the book and read the huge, bold name written on the front cover. “It’s… Donald S. Burton.”
“Okay, we can look for his website. Maybe he has his contacts there.”
His voice trailed off when he began typing on the search bar. It never fails to amaze you how fast this thing can give you answers. It’s like all of the books in the library were compiled into this gadget. Peter input the name and a list of information about Donald S. Burton showed up. There were even images of the man. You cannot help but smile when the old guy reminds you of someone familiar.
“Here is his email!“
“I like these. What are these again?”
Steve smiled at your curiosity, “Chicken nuggets.”
“Okay. Chicken nuggets,” you repeated. “I wished we had these in our time. I love these and these sauces. And of course, this sundae!” you exclaimed before taking a scoop with the tiny spoon.
Just a couple of days after you talked with Bruce in the lab and sent an e-mail with Peter’s help, you found yourself having a picnic with Steve just around the city. It was a quiet park in the busy city. It was a Tuesday so there were fewer people in the place. He invited you with it after he got home from his mission.
“Should I bake or make something?” you asked him.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. We’ll be ordering food on the way to the park,” he replied.
“Are the others coming too?” you asked again.
He shook his head, “I… didn’t ask them.”
“Why didn’t you ask them?” you raised an eyebrow.
Steve seemed to be caught off guard. Bucky, Sam, Natasha, and Peter, who were also in the living room when you asked, smirked and looked at each other knowingly when they saw their leader’s frozen reaction. He stood there awkwardly with his hands on his hips. Natasha was the first to break the silence.
“I’ll be training,” she said.
The others caught on to it and spew their reasons too. Peter chimed in, “I have a ton of homework to do, Doc.”
“I’m visiting my sister in Louisiana,” Sam explained with a scoff. That made you squint your eyes at him. Then you looked at Bucky, waiting for his reason. He seemed frozen like the gears in his head is turning.
“I… uhm… I’m…”
“He’ll help me with training.” Nat saved him. “We’ll do some planning with the next mission.”
So that’s how you and Steve ended up alone on this picnic, which you don’t mind. You had a fun ride going here. He lets you play songs by connecting your rarely-used phone to the car’s stereo.
“How did you learn about that song?” he asked when American Pie played.
You smiled, “Natasha. I heard it from her.”
You ordered food from a fast food chain through a drive-thru. It was exciting as Steve ordered meals you didn’t try before. When you arrived at the peaceful park, you insist on helping him with bringing stuff. He just made you bring the blanket while he carries all the other things. When you found a perfect spot, you laid the gingham blanket on the green grass. You sat comfortably in your casual floral dress before you two began eating.
“Thank you for this, Steve.” you smiled.
“You’re welcome. Thank you for coming with me. I haven’t been on a picnic with someone for a while.” he said.
“You know, before I got in the time machine, I went picnic with my neighbors.” you shared, remembering that day with the Smiths.
“Mr. and Mrs. Jones?!” he asked with surprise.
Your ears perked when you heard that. The Jones were your neighbors before the Smiths. They are the last ones Steve knew since he and Bucky would sometimes fetch you if you were hanging out somewhere. The said couple was a bit grumpy, to be honest. They can hear even the smallest noise you would make in your apartment and would always let you know they don’t like it.
“Oh, no. They moved out months after you disappeared. Another family occupied their space. Susan and Robert Smith. They have this little kid named Donny. They are much nicer.” you joked.
“Well, that’s nice. I missed a lot of things while on ice.”
“It was only two years, Steve. Nothing much happened.” you snorted, finishing your sundae.
“A lot of things can happen. I know Howard found the Tesseract while searching for me on the ice… Share some things that happened in those two years.”
“Okay…” you exhaled. “I bet you already know that they tried making a series after Captain America vanished. You became an icon. Have you seen it?”
You laughed when you saw Steve hissed, “I didn’t like it.”
“Yeah, it was bad.” you cracked up. You only watched that once. You don’t like how they painted Peggy into a character named Betty who was always a damsel in distress. Peggy had complained about it too.
“Anyway, we– Howard and I– tried for like a year to search for you. But he would usually be the one to go on sites and I would always try to come with him. He needs more convincing but it always works.”
Howard often says that going in the field can be dangerous and you would fight back over and over again. You were glad you did because you were with them when they found the Tesseract.
“What convincing did you do?”
“Well, I would say that I’m his assistant. My job is technically following him around. Then when he says no, I’ll say that I am his best friend. I still do have my last reason if he denies me of coming with him.” you said.
“And what is it?”
You paused and just stared at him. Chewing on your bottom lip, you hmmed. It was like you were thinking if you should tell him the last reason for Howard to let you go with him. Steve waits. He tried to be comfortable as he leaned back with his arms resting behind him. He hoped he doesn’t look much curious or nosy. After what felt like an eternity, you spoke.
“It’s… It’s that I am the last one you spoke to while you were on that plane.”
You looked away from him, avoiding his gaze. You tried to just look at the trees and people from the distance than just look at Steve. Your chest felt heavier when you remembered that time Steve fought that skull and had control of that plane. Steve didn’t say a word so you continued to explain more, just to get it off your chest.
“It would always work since he fully knows that I have guilt living in my system after the country lost you.” you chuckled bitterly. “I felt awfully bad that I cannot do anything to help you during that situation.”
When your voice shook uncontrollably in the last words of your sentence, Steve sat back up and you can see the sympathy in his blue eyes. He reached out for your resting hand, instantly caging it in his warm hands.
“Y/N… none of it was your fault. It was already a dead-end situation. I was the one who chose to crash it.” he tried to reassure you.
“I know, I know,” you mumbled, tears slipping from your eyes. “But I cannot stand losing another person in my life that time, Steve.”
Your tearful eyes met his concerned ones. “We just lost Barnes earlier that year. And I really just can’t lose you… I tried to think of something. Howard was in the same room while I was talking to you on the phone. We tried to make a plan but we don’t have any idea where the hell the plane was and it was moving really fast. It was really bad. I felt helpless. I thought I might have been able to do something to help you but we have no time. I hate that all I can do is talk to you on the phone, hoping that you won’t feel alone, while I prayed silently for some miracle to happen. And it was crazy because I don’t even remember the last time I prayed before that moment.”
By the time you finished talking, you were full-on sobbing. Your chest heaved and your cheeks were damp from your salty tears. Steve held your hand. His thumb drew circles on it as he lets you cry for more. And when he felt you calming down, he uttered:
“Staying in that call with me until the end was enough for me. I appreciate you for handling yourself very well and being calm with me that time. You are amazing. And you don’t know how relieved I am when I knew you were the one who answered the call. Thank you.” Steve said softly, offering a small smile as he looked directly into your eyes. “You already did much more you know for me that time.”
2/19/1945
Y/N arrived with puffy eyes today. I knew it before she even removed the black sunglasses she had on. I already told her the day before that she have the choice of not going to the laboratory today. But she still did. It was quiet the whole day in the lab. We both tried to act busy like nothing much happened. Due to the events of these past two weeks, I’ve been getting telephone calls from a lot of people. I chose to ignore them because I know it has something to do with Rogers’ disappearance and I’d been hearing they want to make the serum like Ernskine’s. I honestly think that it would be hard to “remake” Captain America ever again. She didn’t eat anything for the whole day even a cup of coffee. I insisted on walking her home, saying I have to borrow her old research about the future of computers. She said she’ll just bring it tomorrow but I said I need it urgently even though I really don’t. In fact, I have nothing to do with her research. I just had to make sure she’ll get home safe. I thought it was a good idea to just walk with her instead of asking Jarvis to drive us. But boy, I was wrong. The loss of the nation’s superhero is plastered all over the place. I tried distracting Y/N by telling her about the funny encounter I had with a girl months ago. I never told her about it before because I know she doesn’t like that I cannot commit to a single girl. But I have no more story to tell at the moment. It was a relief that she let out small laughs and smile at it. Although the smiles didn’t reach her eyes, I hope she felt better for a bit. She was about to say some advice or something when she suddenly froze. Her lips formed into a frown and I see tears forming in her eyes. I follow where her eyes lay and it was the newspapers. WE NEED A NEW CAPTAIN. The headline was printed in big, bold letters. Eye-catching. “They cannot just replace Steve like that.” It was a whisper from her. I hate that all I can do is sigh. Two minutes later, we reached her apartment. She handed me her research and thanked me. She smiled. But it was forced, I know.
As I am writing this letter, I am thinking of leaving this city with Y/N for a vacation somewhere away from here. I don’t know if she will like that. Maybe she won’t. Maybe I’ll just settle on walking her home with another made-up reason from the back of my head. I don’t know. I just feel helpless seeing her like this again after Barnes’ and now, Rogers’ death. Even so, I’ll always make sure that she will be alright.
H.S.
Tony removed his eyeglasses as he finished reading. His index finger traces the handwritten words by his father, sighing in the process. He can hear his father’s voice with each word in it.
“Tony, we need to go. We should fly at six!” Pepper’s voice cuts off his thoughts.
He stretched his limbs before replying, “Okay, honey. Just getting my glasses.”
Tony stared at the page again for a second before closing his father’s journal. He slid it onto one of the drawers on his nightstand and left.
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Bill Weasley
long hair & tattoos by @wisteria-blooms
You, (Y/N) Malfoy, despise your family’s views on blood purity. Unlike your little brother Draco, you won’t be roped into marrying for status. However, when your father, Lucius, puts down an ultimatum, you’re forced to find a lover for next week’s dinner. With his long hair, tattoos, piercings, and your father’s worst nightmare reincarnated in a man, who better to bring than a much older Bill Weasley? What should’ve been one night of deceit turns to a battle of charades and wits. Just who will crumble first: your family, Bill, or you?
Remus Lupin
it just sort of… happened by @sunflowertuliplily
After Hogwarts is turned upside down after Harry Potter started attending, a new normal DADA professor seems like a Godsend.
James Potter
𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥 by @astonishment
James plans on proposing to Lily. Trying to calm his nerves, he goes for a walk in the woods, then somehow finds himself in the land of the dead, engaged to Y/N, the corpse bride. With his friends and girlfriend looking for him, can James make it back to the land of the living? Does he even want to?
Regulus Black
Manipulating Death: Season One by @morganalatina21
When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.
Second Son by @cherryslyce
Forbidden from contacting Harry over the summer, you opt to explore the eerie halls of Grimmauld Place where you stumble upon a lonely portrait of the House's second son.
Tom Riddle
Challenging fate by @lovebeinaprincessworld
There were a lot of unexpected things happening the day of the Battle of Hogwarts. Being send back into the past to change the course of history was definitely one of them.
Young Sheldon / The Big Bang Theory
Georgie Cooper
Texas Romance by @countrymusiclover
Y/n is Missy's high school friend, even though the Cooper girl is only in elementary school. She spends a lot of time at the Cooper house and learns what living with Sheldon was like. Through her years of high school, she realized that she's crushing on the eldest football playing brother Georgie. He's reckless and does things his mom doesn't approve of so Y/n questions herself of how she is falling for him. The two have to figure out if they can actually be a couple or not and deal with Missy's teasing.
The Texas Tire Family by @countrymusiclover
10 years after George Sr passed away Georgie and Y/n have to adjust to being the adults of the family. But when Sheldon reunites with the pair he needs them to come to his wedding, except Georgie tells him no. Dealing with two ten year olds and a secret they never expected to hear Sheldon was getting married.
Avatar
Jake Sully
Si fpom by @fluloa
You're dead to me by @chaethewriter
In which Jake Sully leaves his life on earth to settle down with the Omatikaya people as Toruk Makto. Having a family that consists of four kids with Neytiri, everything seems to work out just fine, but what if the past comes back for him? And his babygirl is right there in front of him?
ocean eyes ✩ jake sully by @theseuscmander
in which you try your hardest to cling onto your freedom but your sister pushes you into the arms of a former olo’eyktan.
folklore masterlist ✩ jake sully by @theseuscmander
widowed jake sully tries his hardest to heal from the loss of neytiri and you’re there to pick up the pieces and mend him back together, even if neither of you wanted to or realized.
Hoodie by @midnightsapphire
you thought jake was the one, now you’re grasping straws at what was.. and what could have been
All THE STARS by @kittiris
Jake is not so wholeheartedly welcomed into the AVATAR program by his soon to be co-workers, but one if his co-workers, he didn’t really expect to be blue and almost 8ft tall.
Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyo'itan
i want to see mama too by @avatarbyamara
seven years ago, you had died alongside grace while trying to protect pandora. a few months after your death it was discovered that you were pregnant; leaving tsu'tey to raise your son vu'ran without you. but, things start to get strange when vu'ran is certain he saw you move.
Miles Quaritch
Ma Miles by @mechformers
When your son is taken, left behind by your Toruk Makto, you desperately go on the hunt for your boy. Knowing who took him, knowing that nothing good awaits him, you search high and low through the battlefield of Pandora, praying that Eywa will guide your way.
What Do I Tell My Friends Family by @plzfeedmebread
No More Than a Memory by @chaoticlicense
Miles isn't the same man as his human counterpart. The mistakes of the past are not his own. Neither are the feelings he has for a woman he's never met but remembers as though he has. In another life, you were everything to him. His light, his life, the one who brought a little joy to his dreary world. But you made your choice just as he made his. You both know that neither of you can change the past but maybe, just maybe, you can forge a new future…
Avatar: The New Mission by @milknhonies
After failing his mission to hunt down Jake Sully, Miles Quaritch is given a new mission. Let’s just say you’re not the most co-operative na’vi native and Quaritch loves to put you in your place.
Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan
ONE OF US by @forever--darling
neteyam sully was the next olo'eyktan and for years had been focused on his training and his responsibilities only. he had never accounted for you to become one of them. when you got your avatar body and ended up in the forest alone, being brought to the village and offered to be taught the ways of the people wasn't what you expected. let alone it being neteyam, future olo'eyktan becoming your teacher.
“you make me feel brave//you make me feel safe” by @thesparkisnearlygone
alyara was only six weeks old when she was left behind as the sky people were forced to leave pandora 19 years ago. she was raised by Norm and Max, and she grew up running through the forest of pandora with the sully’s. her love for neteyam had blossomed over the years, but she knew nothing could come of her feelings for him, even after she is surprised with her own avatar. still, she can’t seem to picture herself with anyone else, and she will soon find that her feelings are not unrequited.
Charming Killer by @writing-makes-me-human
You get chased into the wilds of Pandora with a broken communication collar and a bullet wound, but Neteyam finds you. He goes to kill you but an omen from Eywa stops him, and as he approaches you he realizes you are his destined mate.
His Secret Admirer by @teyums
All Of My Love by @kurogxrix
IN WHICH Neteyam’s mother and clan disapproves of your relationship, because you’re a dreamwalker. When you both advance in your relationship, the clan cannot help but attempt to ruin things for the both of you.
Ao’nung
going back home to the forest by @eywascall
believe or not but this skxawng would do anything just to make you happy.
Weakened by Eywa by @shkudss
Ao’nung finally realizes that his actions have consequences
Rotxo
tame impala by @lvrcpid
you’re the oldest sully child. only born a year before neteyam. everything was sweet until your siblings came along. your parents slowly forgot you, soon your siblings did too. you were the forgotten sully. but what happens when you’re given another chance at life after your death.
Jake & Neytiri
My Heart Never Knows by @star-girl69
In the safety of the Reef, you know no war. You only know your family, the feel of the ocean on your skin, the feel of the wind blowing through your hair. You know only simple things, the barely there shine of the sun, a reprieve from where you are covered by your sister. You are the moon and she is the sun, and you are destined to live like this. You had long since given up any hopes of a mate until the Forest People arrive, on their colorful flying ikrans. Ronal does not like them. Tonowari respects them. Tsireya is entranced, Ao’nung sees them as new market to tease. With your family divided, you do not know how to feel about them. Until you See them, the parents of this family, Jake Sully and Neytiri, and the sun suddenly feels so much brighter. But your heart never know the future. It is in the hands of Eywa, but you cannot give your heart to these strangers knowing it could hurt. But, it seems this strange man and woman have other plans.
Keep Me Ablaze (Book One) by @star-girl69
The only mother you have ever known is the forest. Yes, you have Grace, other women at the base. But they are not quite your mother. It’s hard for your Aunt to talk about her- but how can you blame her? Alone and drifting through the world, a fire burning inside of you that threatens to snuff out, Grace teaches you alongside the Omaticaya at her school. They call her sa’nok, and sometimes you wish you could call her that too. But you feel like you would be betraying your mother. Neytiri is your spark, even while you’re young, shy when Grace pushes you to play with her and even shyer when the two of you form a tentative friendship. But it grows, and she grows into the woman you know now. Life without her is miserable, but at least you have something new to explore in the form of your Avatar. You run through the forests and help Grace, and soon you are 20 years old and looking out onto your life like it is a prison. You could leave. Go to Earth. But you couldn’t leave the forest, your Aunt, the memories of your mother and father. Then, Jake Sully comes, a warrior with no legs, who holds the same spark as Neytiri does. But with the weight of impending war looming on each of you, death everywhere, you don’t know if they can keep you ablaze.
Ember in Your Hands (Book Two) by @star-girl69
Although a part of you had died, you found that you were still full of life. With children running around and healed scars, life is what you dreamed about during those dark nights so long ago. You don’t know betrayal anymore, you don’t know loss or suffering. When you’re forced out of the only home you’ve ever known, you find yourself becoming hateful and bitter. You blame your mates, who have only ever burned for you, for all that has happened. You’ve changed and they’ve changed, and you’re not sure if they can keep you ablaze- not this time. You’re just an ember in your hands.
Yawnetu by @sunandsstars
One other mate was enough, but two? Unneeded. _ was the outcast, the unwanted woman. Jake and Neytiri wouldn’t ever see her..right?
Tonowari & Ronal
Yawnetu by @sunandsstars
With her arrival in Awa’atlu, reader seeks to find a sanctuary for her family, one that she may find in two particular individuals
Neteyam & Ao’nung
He's Not So Bad by @biolumilunareclipse
your parents as well as the his had decided that you would be ao’nungs mate and the tsahìk of the metkayina clan. you were to be mated after you had both reached a certain point in your training. naturally, they suggested you help ao’nung and tsireya help teach the forest people your ways in your free time. this allows you to develope a close bond with the eldest son, neteyam, with whom you have plenty in common. as time passes and ao’nung becomes more accepting of them, he realizes they have plenty in common as well.
MCYT
Wilbur Soot
SIMP by @maarriiii
An internet interaction with a streamer leads you to a new friend.
Unfinished Symphonies: A Tale of Star-Crossed Lovers. by @lyssys
Wilbur has been a thief for years. He pickpockets and snatches people's belongings and plays guitar on the streets for money, all to feed himself and his younger brother. They have nothing, they live purely by spite, but they endure. (Y/N) is the youngest daughter of the wealthy and powerful royal family that rules over Wilbur's land. She is expected to have just as grand of a future, but she still craves something more. When Wilbur and (Y/N)'s paths cross, they become intrigued by the contrast of their lifestyles- one given everything from the day they were born, and one fighting every day just to stay alive- and their fates are forever entwined.
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fill in the blanks | steve rogers
summary | What he thought was a five-hour stay in the past, turns out to be five years of absence in the present times. After some realizations, Steve came back for you. Only to learn that he has a kid and five years to fill.
genres | angst, fluff, parents au, exes to lovers au, second chance au
pairing | steve rogers x reader, avengers x reader
warnings | will be specified in each post
notes | a drabble series about dad!steve and mom!reader and everything he missed in his absence. drabbles posted in the list below probably did not happen chronologically. you can ask questions in my ask :)
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DRABBLES (will be posted soon)
yellow raincoats — Rainy nights often remind you of that one person. But now, with many things had passed, you don’t expect to see that person again while out with your little daughter.
mama, it's cap — Your daughter only knows one Captain America and it's definitely not Steve Rogers.
her cravings — Sam and Bucky tell Steve stories of your weird cravings when you were pregnant.
about his clothes — Steve learned that you hated his clothes when you were pregnant. You took it into your own hands to explain yourself.
before he leaves — Before returning the infinity stones, Steve talked to you. You only have a single request. Both are unaware of what's coming next.
(adding more later)
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oh this is so cute!! love this so much 😭💖
Baby Fever
Pedro Pascal x Actress!Reader
Summary: You and Pedro have a 3-year-old baby boy together. After witnessing you play a pregnant woman for a role, your son instigates something that you did not anticipate. Now he has formed an alliance with a the most annoying man on earth, his father.
Word Count: 1k+
Warnings: Fem!reader, wife!reader, mama bear!reader, papa bear!pedro, some spanish that i hope is correct, i don't name the son because... commitment NVM I DID, general small child chaos, fluff, typos, etc.
A/N: you have won, and i have broken, here is another pedro pascal fanfic for all of you salfhlakshfasf'
Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @amis-love-bugs @top1bbgloak @sunfairyy @djarinsstuff @mooniesyubi @pedropascalgirly @mmmmandoz
"Mummy," my little baby boy calls, looking up at me while my wardrobe is fixed in between takes. I am wearing a fake belly that was very much visible. I smile down at my child, "yes, my love?"
He furrows his brows. I see him looking at my fake, round stomach, "did I come from your belly?"
I smile at the boy as the stylist coos. I nod at him and pat his baby head, "yes. Yes you did, baby."
He hums, "and- and- your belly doesn't have a baby?"
I shake my head, "no, bud. I showed you, don't you remember? Mommy's pretending for my job."
A line forms between his brows.
This. This was the start of it all.
Instance 1: Where do babies come from?
I smile as I watch the father-son duo sprawled on the floor play with trucks and dinosaurs and dolls and blocks and teddy bears. My son was the mayor and my husband was the villain. Thus far, the villain was on his chest and the mayor was sitting on his back.
At some point, the mayor decides his chair wasn't comfy and sits down next to his dad instead.
Pedro rolls on his side and strokes the child's hair, "ay, mi hermoso bebe, Samuél. Can you say that?"
Sammy ignores him and pushes his truck back and forth.
"Vamos," Pedro urges, "can you say 'mi hermoso bebe, Samuel'?"
"Mi hermoso bebe, Samuel," he whispers.
"Ah, muy bien," Pedro claps and kisses his son, "now you tell mommy what that means."
I roll my eyes at him.
Pedro turns to me then back to Samuel, "it means my beautiful baby boy, Samuel."
Samuel turns to Pedro, "papa, how did I get into mommy's tummy?"
Pedro pulls his head back, "¿qué?"
Sammy turns back to his toys, "well, mama had a big belly then... I was in her belly but I don't know why."
Pedro looks at me. I look at him and shrug. He looks back at our child, "how do you think you got into mama's tummy?"
"Well I think," Sam instantly responds, "I think I fell from heaven- wh- went into mommy's tummy."
I coo and clutch myself. Pedro coos as well, throwing his head back and pouting. He pulls Sammy close and kisses his head, "well, bud, you're not wrong," he kisses him again, "but, well, let's just say mama and papa really wanted to have you with us, so we did a very special thing and I helped put you in mommy's belly."
We both wait for him to ask any more questions.
I say, "does that make sense, baby?"
Samuel nods then raises his dino, "papa this looks like you."
Pedro gasps, "it does?"
Samuel snorts then growls, bringing the toy to Pedro's neck, "NOM NOM NOM NOM."
Instance 2: Can you give one?
"Hello, lady," Sammy says to the stylist that was putting away her things, "is your belly real?"
She laughs, as do I upon hearing this. She turns to Sammy, "yes. It's a real belly, unlike your mommy's from a while ago."
"Did your daddy-" he pants "my daddy put me in my mommy's- so did your daddy put it there?" Sammy tilts his head.
The stylist laughs, "my baby's daddy," she points at her belly, "put her inside."
Samuel nods, "mommy told me you have to- -to be REALLY gentle when you touch mommy bellies."
Us moms laugh at the baby boy. The stylist nods, "that's right, Sammy, do you want to touch mine?"
He immediately shakes his head so fast and so hard, he topples over slightly. It was a clearly life changing experience for him to be able to feel the baby move.
So much so he tells his papa all about it when he picks us up.
"AND THEN IT - LIKE -" Sammy rolls his head around "ROLLED!"
"Ohemgee that's so amazing, Sammy!" Pedro says as he drives off.
Sammy and I are sat at the backseat. I hold him back from jumping into the front to talk to his papa. He continues, "papa, can you put a new baby into mama's belly?"
"What?" I turn to my son.
Sammy turns to me, "papa should put another baby in your tummy!"
"Uhhh," Pedro chuckle, "it's not that simple, Sam, and it's not my call."
"But- the lady put- had daddy put one in her belly!"
I sigh, "Samuel, it's really hard to have a baby. Daddy can't just put one in my belly. We have to plan everything and get so much things ready."
"And I can help!" he raises his hand, "I can help, mama!"
I coo and pepper kisses onto his cheek, "oh, my sweet boy."
Pedro's eyes dart to the back mirror. He licks his lips as he takes a turn.
Instance 3: Can I give you one?
"Hey, mama," Pedro says, kissing my cheek as he wraps his arms around me from behind, "mmm, I love me some broccoli."
I lean into him as I continue cooking. I look over when he quickly grabs a piece of the green and puts the steaming thing in his mouth. He pulls away from me as he rapidly chews and simultaneously blows the heat out of his mouth. I give him a face and shake my head.
I stir the veggies, "go get Sammy, this'll be cooked in a minute."
Pedro clears his mouth before leaning onto the counter, "actually, Sam-sam took a nap."
"Oh. Ok."
"Yeah," he crosses his arms, "also... I've been thinking."
My brow quirks, "that can't be good."
"Well, that depends," he rubs my arms, "mi amor, I wanna put another baby in your belly."
I freeze. I narrow my eyes and purse my lips at him. Pedro bites his lower lip tightly.
I roll my eyes and close the stove. I walk off and begin to transfer the broccoli onto a plate.
Pedro sighs and follows after me. He begins exclaiming in Spanish as he hugs me from behind the second time.
"Pedro, I swear-"
"But look at Sammy! He's so beautiful and perfect, and, bebe, please..." he kisses my nape, "pretty please-" he trails off in his mother tongue again, knowing well that I enjoyed hearing him speak it so much.
"Pedro."
"Come on, baby," he kisses my jaw, "I'll get on my hands and knees for you if I have to."
I let out a strangled breath, "... go wake up Sammy, daddy."
He pouts.
"Now."
He sighs, "yes, mama."
Instance 3: Can we persuade you?
"MAMA, MAMA!" Samuel runs over to me, "daddy and I made a letter for you!"
Pedro, tailing after his son, gives a smile.
I bend down as Sammy hands me a piece of paper. I see a bunch of drawings and a few words.
"This is me, and papa, and you, and a baby!" Samuel points.
I hum, turning to Pedro, who shrugs and grins. I release a breath, "I see you I have a really big belly in that drawing. Did daddy tell you to draw that?"
Samuel shakes his head, "no, I jus wanna show you this because I think papa should give you a baby."
I sigh, "this is a really sweet letter, baby boy. I love it so much," I brush his hair back and smile, "thank you."
Sammy grins but then explains with a serious face, "papa told me only mommy's can say if they want a baby in their belly, so if... if you don't... I'll only ask you some time..."
I laugh.
Sammy mimics then jumps, "and then maybe you can want a baby in your belly!"
"Oh, mi amor," Pedro pats Sam on the head, "such a smart boy."
"Pedro-"
"Our smart Samuélito."
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shout out to the literal fan fiction happening a few blocks from my apartment. there has been this halal meat market on the corner for like 19 years that the owner’s son just inherited and directly across the street this woman opened a kosher grocery store and since day one they’ve had this very friendly fake rivalry, playing it up for the customers, it’s always been super goofy and light hearted. so turns out last night she proposed in the middle of the afternoon rush in the meat market and he said YES and she’s moving her store to the adjacent empty storefront on the left so they can have a JOINT GROCERY STORE it is so fucking cute I wish them the happiest marriage ever
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Still collecting the full alphabet of the “live, laugh, love” variants if anyone has some good examples.
Bonus if they can fit the “We can’t ___, _____, ____ our way out of this.”
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thank you so much for reading 💕
the send-off | s.r ; 4
summary | Being his best friend and assistant, Howard Stark asked you to be the first one to be tested on his time machine project. After some unexpected errors, you ended up stuck in the modern times of the 21st century. Where you meet the man you thought died years ago: Steve Rogers.
pairing/s | steve rogers x reader, avengers x reader
word count | 5k+
genres | angst, fluff, crack, time travel au, unrequited love au
warnings | mention of blood, idiots…
note | after months, here's a new update! finally found the inspiration to write again :)) I apologize for the long delay. anyway, let me know your thoughts on this one. enjoy reading!
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“Ugh… What to do? What to do?” you hummed.
It’s been days since your arrival in this era. And so far, everything is fine. Confusing but fine. You were still having nightmares that always woke you up. But you didn’t bother to tell anyone about it. It’s probably a normal reaction.
Since the superheroes in the compound have alternative schedules for their missions, you found yourself rubbing shoulders with whoever Avenger is in the compound. It’s obvious that they don’t want you to feel excluded and made it clear that they don’t mind you asking questions if you find something puzzling.
You usually bond with the youngest one, Peter Parker, who is always around since he is, based on what he said, “a friendly neighborhood superhero”. It means that he doesn’t go out of the country, like Natasha or Steve, or even this state for a mission since he still has classes to attend and he explains that his aunt won’t let him go anywhere far and dangerous. Understandable, you thought. The kid is only sixteen. But for now, Peter is staying back with his aunt in their apartment while the others are on their missions. He has a schedule for staying between the compound and his aunt’s place.
Clint is with his family, who you heard lived in this secret farmhouse. Tony is probably home too. You don’t really know. You kind of feel that he avoids being alone with you. Wanda is resting in her room. You don’t want to disturb her as you saw her coming home earlier, looking really exhausted.
When he can, Steve also kept you company. Of course, you enjoyed talking to him about his life after the whole defrosting thing. But sometimes, you felt like a disturbance or a burden in his free time. You thought, maybe he just wants to rest. Perhaps he just feels bad for you. So, you try to not stay around him all the time if he’s home.
So, you really have nothing to do. You have books but you don’t feel like reading now. You have this novel that you liked so much, you just finished it today. The compound also has this large, flat television but you don’t feel like watching anything either. It’s not like you’re not used to being alone. You’re always alone before! But at least you have a job to take up all your time. With all this free time, you cannot help but miss doing something in the laboratory. Computing numbers or testing prototypes with Howard. You wondered if your best friend ever finished that flying car he kept on re-working. You figured, maybe not. You see that people in this modern time still use four-wheeled cars.
“Oh, hey, Doctor Y/N.”
Sometime in the afternoon, Bruce Banner went out to the kitchen to get himself something to drink. That is where he sees you, looking all bored and spacing out. You forced a smile at him and greeted him back,
“Hello, Doctor Banner.”
“Bruce. You can call me Bruce.” he smiled as he opened a can of rootbeer.
“Then, you can call me just by my name too,” you replied, tapping on the hardbound book you had with you. You tried not to be obvious as you examined his look. With his eyeglasses and white coat, you know he’s been working in his laboratory.
After taking a sip from his drink, he spoke, “What are you up to in here, Y/N?”
Hearing that question, you instantly sighed heavily, making your shoulder slump, “Nothing really. I’ve been watching the paint dry, Bruce.”
Thankfully, the scientist caught on to your use of words. He chuckled before asking you, “Do you want to go to the lab?”
You swore you jumped from where you were sitting when Bruce said that. He took it as a yes and you two walked together back to his laboratory. Instantly, you were in awe of the place. There are screens and machinery everywhere. You don’t understand how these new gadgets work but you cannot wait to hear about them. This is like something you dreamed of.
“Here.”
Bruce handed you a white lab coat and you immediately grabbed it, wearing it excitedly. Damn, you missed wearing it. You stood next to him in front of his messy desk, which is pretty normal. Notes were everywhere. Even pens and crumpled papers. You’re starting to miss your own messy work table.
“Oh, I’m sorry about that,” Bruce spoke, referencing his desk.
You smiled, “It’s fine. It means you’re really working hard for something.”
Slipping your hands into the coat’s pockets, you wander around the spacious lab. You try to stop yourself from touching anything, fearing that you might mess something up. So like a little kid, your eyes just show your enthusiasm as you watch some type of liquid flow into a transparent tube.
“What are you working on?” you asked, turning your head to Bruce.
“Something that can help the world, hopefully.” he chuckled. He walked next to you, “It’s a serum that may help cancer patients.”
“That’s nice,” you whispered, eyes still distracted.
“Yeah. But it’s still an experiment. This is the first time I’m working on something like this again after I tried to recreate the super soldier serum.”
Your eyebrows raised as you looked at him, “You tried to recreate that serum?!”
Steve did not tell you about that. No one told you that someone in the compound tried to recreate it. You always wondered what Dr. Ernskine did to that serum since it seems very impossible to reproduce. But now that you’re in this modern era, people have more resources and findings. Maybe Bruce succeed.
Bruce stared back at you with a small smile, “It’s what brought me here, Y/N.”
“Cap. You okay?”
Tony asked as soon as he made sure the auto-pilot was set on the plane. Instead of answering, Steve grunts while pressing a hand on the right side of his stomach. Blood was gushing out from the stab wound he got from this mission. Bucky, on the other hand, also earned bruises on his face and small cuts on his arm. The two admittedly underestimated this mission. They didn’t expect that a hundred members will show up in this cult-like mob they raided. Thankfully, Tony was able to answer an emergency call.
“Those guys really got you cornered. Whoever stabbed you would probably brag about the fact he got to stab Captain America. Too bad he died.” Tony quipped, trying to lighten the mood. He signaled to Bucky to pass him a bandage.
Steve listened with exhaustion running in his veins. He breathed out as he closed his eyes, leaning his head on the surface behind him.
“You know, you got to be more careful now…” Tony suddenly spoke, sounding a bit serious. Steve opened his eyes and look at his friend who was focused on cleaning his wound. It took minutes of silence– since Tony made sure that his wound won’t get infected– before he continued, “You have a girlfriend waiting at home.”
“She’s not my girlfriend, Tony,” Steve replied sternly.
His best friend still managed to chuckle at that. Steve groaned when Tony slightly applied pressure to his wound. Not that Steve doesn’t like the idea of you as his romantic partner, he just doesn’t want to tolerate this kind of teasing from his friends. They might get used to it and make you uncomfortable whenever you’re with him.
Tony rolled his eyes, “Okay, whatever. But my point is you are Y/N’s closest friend in the compound right now and I don’t think she will like seeing you come back like this. I mean, you already died before and Dad told me a lot of things that happened.”
Steve tilted his head quizzically. He looked at Bucky who shared the same expression on his face.
“What–”
“There.” Tony got up as if he didn’t just say something. He pointed at Bucky. “And you too, buddy. Bring more backup next time. Something worse could have happened. You’re lucky I’m just another country away for a presentation.”
He walked back to his seat as the pilot, ignoring the confusion and curiosity from the two a-decade-old super soldiers.
“That was your last memory?”
Bruce sat in front of you, typing on his laptop as you nodded an answer. A couple of hours after inviting you, you two ended up just chatting in his laboratory. Bruce told you about the time he recreated the supersoldier serum. You learned his history and how he joined this league of superhumans. He was open to sharing his struggle in accepting his power and learning to control himself from being Bruce and the Hulk.
After that, he ended up giving you a tour of his laboratory. You would share how a gadget you had before evolved into what he has now in these modern times. Your curiosity about these said gadgets made his offer to teach you whenever he can and you happily agreed. Although you’re still unsure if you’re staying here for the rest of your life, you think that it will be good to adapt in the meantime.
“The time machine…” your voice trailed off as you brought up the topic. “How did you and Tony make it?”
You’ve been wanting to ask someone about their version of a time machine here. But since Howard’s son was a bit distant, you get to talk about it with Bruce now.
Bruce shakes his head, “It was unsuccessful.”
“It brought me here.” you countered, pursing your lips.
The air around you two was suddenly all serious and Bruce feels it. You were just wondering how they built their time machine. How did they make it work? It was seemingly more successful than Howard’s. Was it because of the current and upgraded technologies? Did they use different formulas than Howard? Did they make their own original version that was way different than what you and your best friend worked on in the past?
Bruce looked at you for seconds like he was contemplating if he should tell you. Then, he exhaled, removing his glasses.
“Tony brought the blueprint and basically the whole plan for it months ago. He said he found it when he was digging up in his dad’s office in their old house.”
“Wait.” your eyebrows scrunched together as you paused. You take your time processing his answer. You made sure you understood it by saying, “So… it was originally Howard’s… The blueprint for it?”
He nods, “Yes, Tony found it along with other plans his dad never worked on. We just used other materials than the outdated ones...”
You didn’t really listen to the rest of his words when you heard the first sentence. Your eyes stared at some space. Never worked on? He means, Howard made this plan and never worked on it? Does it mean that if your best friend just worked it, you could have been back earlier than this era? Your hand slowly pressed a hand on your chest and you felt your heartbeat getting quicker Bruce quickly noticed it and you looked up at him with your eyes screaming in confusion and surprise, hurt.
“When did Howard plan it?” you asked. Your voice was weak and you almost said it in a whisper.
Although confused, Bruce replied, “1977. It was written on the bottom of the blueprint.”
Your brain was quick in computing it. It was thirty years after your disappearance. You feel like shaking as you blinked away the tears that were blurring your sight.
“W-Where can I find this blueprint? I want to see it.”
The change in your tone and expression made Bruce ask, “Y/N, are you okay–”
“Where?” you asked again instead of answering.
“Uh, Tony has it.”
You ran your palms all over your face, calming yourself down. You breathe out. You knew you had to stop yourself from crying as you cannot stand doing it again. It’s pointless. You’ve been tearing up ever since you came here and you have never been this vulnerable. You don’t like it. Before Bruce can repeat a word, you sighed heavily.
“I’m sorry,” you said, shaking your head. “I… I was just surprised Howard planned on building another time machine and never made a move on it.”
Bruce hummed quietly and replied, “It’s fine… Everything must have been a lot to you.”
You chuckled, trying to lighten up the atmosphere, “Yeah, it’s a real bummer and I think it makes me blow a fuse really easily. I swear I was never this emotional.”
If he did it, would I have come back earlier?
The question floats in your head as you set your eyes on the quiet lake just outside the compound. You pulled your knees closer to your chest and rested your chin on your knees. The sky was already dimming down as the sun already set. Nature was quiet and the only loud thing was your brain with all these questions you were asking yourself.
There was a part of you who wished you shouldn’t have just asked Bruce. Maybe you wouldn’t feel this way. But you were always curious about things, so you asked. And here you are, having this moment. As if knowing about Howard’s plans is not enough, you still had thoughts if you can ask Tony about it. You let out an exasperated, hopeless exhale. Maybe not.
“Dr. Y/N!”
You snapped out of your deep thoughts when you heard your name. Turning your head to your side, you spotted Peter approaching with a smile on his face. He waved his hand, and your lips form a small smile.
“Hey… I thought you were staying with your aunt tonight?”
He sat beside you on the green grass, “I’m just staying here until nine. Then, I’ll go back home. I dropped by to see if you’re baking tonight.”
You giggled, “Well, today’s not your lucky day, kid. But I think we still have a few brownies in the jar from the other day.”
“I checked. It’s already empty.” he feigned disappointment, holding his chest, and you two chuckled. “How was your day here, doc?”
“Boring. I haven’t really done much. Bruce saw me in the kitchen earlier and invited me to his lab. I just miss doing something again.“ you confessed with a hint of frustration in your tone. “How about you, kid?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “Eh, just school. I and my friend Ned ended up in detention because he cannot stop talking about this new movie during chemistry class. Then, our other friend, MJ joined us since she said she enjoys going to detention. We planned to eat something after but MJ has a part-time job to go to.” Peter shared and you feel that he was pretty satisfied with how his day went.
“Well, at least one of us got to bond with their friends,” you scoffed. “I have to get used to my friends being superheroes.”
“They are usually busy, aren’t they?”
You nod, “Yeah. It actually made me feel jobless.”
You two laughed at that. You resumed, “I can’t believe I finished two books in a short period– Speaking of books, I was wondering if you could lend me a hand.”
“For what?”
“Oh, you know that novel I’ve been reading these past few days?”
“Ah, the one with the whole time machine plot too?”
“Yes. I… I really loved the book. Is there any way I can reach out to the author? Maybe write them a letter? I just really want to let them know that it’s a good story.”
Maybe it’s because of a lot of free time on your hand. But you just really adored the plot and the novel itself. You found it in the new releases section of the bookstore you went to days ago. But the story was set around your time, in the 40s, and mainly revolved around time traveling, which initially pulled you into buying it. It was accurate by the era it was in, and it made you feel closer to where you came from. Now, you just finished it and it was beautiful even though it was left on a cliffhanger. It causes you something to look forward to.
“We can try to reach out. Maybe they have e-mail. It’s faster than sending them written letters.” Peter suggests.
You cocked an eyebrow, “What’s an email?”
“Oh, it’s electronic mail. It’s like the modern type of exchanging letters with other people. Instead of asking for the person’s home address, they can just give you their email address. Then, you can send them a message with the computer or cellphone.” he explains and you nod.
“How about your laptop?”
He nods, “Yeah, we can also use that.”
You two ended up walking back to the compound. Peter helped you with creating your own e-mail address and typing your message to the author. You wanted to learn and get used to with using this gadget so you offered to type yourself. He was patient enough to teach you with the keys on the keyboard as you type.
“So, it automatically saves itself as a draft?”
You moved the cursor on the screen as you glided your index finger on the touchpad of his laptop. It wasn’t a long message but it was genuine. You re-read the whole thing again before passing the laptop to Peter.
“Yeah, what’s the name of the author again?” the boy asked before opening a new tab in the browser.
“Oh, wait…” you reached for the book and read the huge, bold name written on the front cover. “It’s… Donald S. Burton.”
“Okay, we can look for his website. Maybe he has his contacts there.”
His voice trailed off when he began typing on the search bar. It never fails to amaze you how fast this thing can give you answers. It’s like all of the books in the library were compiled into this gadget. Peter input the name and a list of information about Donald S. Burton showed up. There were even images of the man. You cannot help but smile when the old guy reminds you of someone familiar.
“Here is his email!“
“I like these. What are these again?”
Steve smiled at your curiosity, “Chicken nuggets.”
“Okay. Chicken nuggets,” you repeated. “I wished we had these in our time. I love these and these sauces. And of course, this sundae!” you exclaimed before taking a scoop with the tiny spoon.
Just a couple of days after you talked with Bruce in the lab and sent an e-mail with Peter’s help, you found yourself having a picnic with Steve just around the city. It was a quiet park in the busy city. It was a Tuesday so there were fewer people in the place. He invited you with it after he got home from his mission.
“Should I bake or make something?” you asked him.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. We’ll be ordering food on the way to the park,” he replied.
“Are the others coming too?” you asked again.
He shook his head, “I… didn’t ask them.”
“Why didn’t you ask them?” you raised an eyebrow.
Steve seemed to be caught off guard. Bucky, Sam, Natasha, and Peter, who were also in the living room when you asked, smirked and looked at each other knowingly when they saw their leader’s frozen reaction. He stood there awkwardly with his hands on his hips. Natasha was the first to break the silence.
“I’ll be training,” she said.
The others caught on to it and spew their reasons too. Peter chimed in, “I have a ton of homework to do, Doc.”
“I’m visiting my sister in Louisiana,” Sam explained with a scoff. That made you squint your eyes at him. Then you looked at Bucky, waiting for his reason. He seemed frozen like the gears in his head is turning.
“I… uhm… I’m…”
“He’ll help me with training.” Nat saved him. “We’ll do some planning with the next mission.”
So that’s how you and Steve ended up alone on this picnic, which you don’t mind. You had a fun ride going here. He lets you play songs by connecting your rarely-used phone to the car’s stereo.
“How did you learn about that song?” he asked when American Pie played.
You smiled, “Natasha. I heard it from her.”
You ordered food from a fast food chain through a drive-thru. It was exciting as Steve ordered meals you didn’t try before. When you arrived at the peaceful park, you insist on helping him with bringing stuff. He just made you bring the blanket while he carries all the other things. When you found a perfect spot, you laid the gingham blanket on the green grass. You sat comfortably in your casual floral dress before you two began eating.
“Thank you for this, Steve.” you smiled.
“You’re welcome. Thank you for coming with me. I haven’t been on a picnic with someone for a while.” he said.
“You know, before I got in the time machine, I went picnic with my neighbors.” you shared, remembering that day with the Smiths.
“Mr. and Mrs. Jones?!” he asked with surprise.
Your ears perked when you heard that. The Jones were your neighbors before the Smiths. They are the last ones Steve knew since he and Bucky would sometimes fetch you if you were hanging out somewhere. The said couple was a bit grumpy, to be honest. They can hear even the smallest noise you would make in your apartment and would always let you know they don’t like it.
“Oh, no. They moved out months after you disappeared. Another family occupied their space. Susan and Robert Smith. They have this little kid named Donny. They are much nicer.” you joked.
“Well, that’s nice. I missed a lot of things while on ice.”
“It was only two years, Steve. Nothing much happened.” you snorted, finishing your sundae.
“A lot of things can happen. I know Howard found the Tesseract while searching for me on the ice… Share some things that happened in those two years.”
“Okay…” you exhaled. “I bet you already know that they tried making a series after Captain America vanished. You became an icon. Have you seen it?”
You laughed when you saw Steve hissed, “I didn’t like it.”
“Yeah, it was bad.” you cracked up. You only watched that once. You don’t like how they painted Peggy into a character named Betty who was always a damsel in distress. Peggy had complained about it too.
“Anyway, we– Howard and I– tried for like a year to search for you. But he would usually be the one to go on sites and I would always try to come with him. He needs more convincing but it always works.”
Howard often says that going in the field can be dangerous and you would fight back over and over again. You were glad you did because you were with them when they found the Tesseract.
“What convincing did you do?”
“Well, I would say that I’m his assistant. My job is technically following him around. Then when he says no, I’ll say that I am his best friend. I still do have my last reason if he denies me of coming with him.” you said.
“And what is it?”
You paused and just stared at him. Chewing on your bottom lip, you hmmed. It was like you were thinking if you should tell him the last reason for Howard to let you go with him. Steve waits. He tried to be comfortable as he leaned back with his arms resting behind him. He hoped he doesn’t look much curious or nosy. After what felt like an eternity, you spoke.
“It’s… It’s that I am the last one you spoke to while you were on that plane.”
You looked away from him, avoiding his gaze. You tried to just look at the trees and people from the distance than just look at Steve. Your chest felt heavier when you remembered that time Steve fought that skull and had control of that plane. Steve didn’t say a word so you continued to explain more, just to get it off your chest.
“It would always work since he fully knows that I have guilt living in my system after the country lost you.” you chuckled bitterly. “I felt awfully bad that I cannot do anything to help you during that situation.”
When your voice shook uncontrollably in the last words of your sentence, Steve sat back up and you can see the sympathy in his blue eyes. He reached out for your resting hand, instantly caging it in his warm hands.
“Y/N… none of it was your fault. It was already a dead-end situation. I was the one who chose to crash it.” he tried to reassure you.
“I know, I know,” you mumbled, tears slipping from your eyes. “But I cannot stand losing another person in my life that time, Steve.”
Your tearful eyes met his concerned ones. “We just lost Barnes earlier that year. And I really just can’t lose you… I tried to think of something. Howard was in the same room while I was talking to you on the phone. We tried to make a plan but we don’t have any idea where the hell the plane was and it was moving really fast. It was really bad. I felt helpless. I thought I might have been able to do something to help you but we have no time. I hate that all I can do is talk to you on the phone, hoping that you won’t feel alone, while I prayed silently for some miracle to happen. And it was crazy because I don’t even remember the last time I prayed before that moment.”
By the time you finished talking, you were full-on sobbing. Your chest heaved and your cheeks were damp from your salty tears. Steve held your hand. His thumb drew circles on it as he lets you cry for more. And when he felt you calming down, he uttered:
“Staying in that call with me until the end was enough for me. I appreciate you for handling yourself very well and being calm with me that time. You are amazing. And you don’t know how relieved I am when I knew you were the one who answered the call. Thank you.” Steve said softly, offering a small smile as he looked directly into your eyes. “You already did much more you know for me that time.”
2/19/1945
Y/N arrived with puffy eyes today. I knew it before she even removed the black sunglasses she had on. I already told her the day before that she have the choice of not going to the laboratory today. But she still did. It was quiet the whole day in the lab. We both tried to act busy like nothing much happened. Due to the events of these past two weeks, I’ve been getting telephone calls from a lot of people. I chose to ignore them because I know it has something to do with Rogers’ disappearance and I’d been hearing they want to make the serum like Ernskine’s. I honestly think that it would be hard to “remake” Captain America ever again. She didn’t eat anything for the whole day even a cup of coffee. I insisted on walking her home, saying I have to borrow her old research about the future of computers. She said she’ll just bring it tomorrow but I said I need it urgently even though I really don’t. In fact, I have nothing to do with her research. I just had to make sure she’ll get home safe. I thought it was a good idea to just walk with her instead of asking Jarvis to drive us. But boy, I was wrong. The loss of the nation’s superhero is plastered all over the place. I tried distracting Y/N by telling her about the funny encounter I had with a girl months ago. I never told her about it before because I know she doesn’t like that I cannot commit to a single girl. But I have no more story to tell at the moment. It was a relief that she let out small laughs and smile at it. Although the smiles didn’t reach her eyes, I hope she felt better for a bit. She was about to say some advice or something when she suddenly froze. Her lips formed into a frown and I see tears forming in her eyes. I follow where her eyes lay and it was the newspapers. WE NEED A NEW CAPTAIN. The headline was printed in big, bold letters. Eye-catching. “They cannot just replace Steve like that.” It was a whisper from her. I hate that all I can do is sigh. Two minutes later, we reached her apartment. She handed me her research and thanked me. She smiled. But it was forced, I know.
As I am writing this letter, I am thinking of leaving this city with Y/N for a vacation somewhere away from here. I don’t know if she will like that. Maybe she won’t. Maybe I’ll just settle on walking her home with another made-up reason from the back of my head. I don’t know. I just feel helpless seeing her like this again after Barnes’ and now, Rogers’ death. Even so, I’ll always make sure that she will be alright.
H.S.
Tony removed his eyeglasses as he finished reading. His index finger traces the handwritten words by his father, sighing in the process. He can hear his father’s voice with each word in it.
“Tony, we need to go. We should fly at six!” Pepper’s voice cuts off his thoughts.
He stretched his limbs before replying, “Okay, honey. Just getting my glasses.”
Tony stared at the page again for a second before closing his father’s journal. He slid it onto one of the drawers on his nightstand and left.
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You said one out of 14 million, we win, yeah? Tell me this is it. If I tell you what happens, it won’t happen.
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the send-off | s.r ; 4
summary | Being his best friend and assistant, Howard Stark asked you to be the first one to be tested on his time machine project. After some unexpected errors, you ended up stuck in the modern times of the 21st century. Where you meet the man you thought died years ago: Steve Rogers.
pairing/s | steve rogers x reader, avengers x reader
word count | 5k+
genres | angst, fluff, crack, time travel au, unrequited love au
warnings | mention of blood, idiots…
note | after months, here's a new update! finally found the inspiration to write again :)) I apologize for the long delay. anyway, let me know your thoughts on this one. enjoy reading!
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“Ugh… What to do? What to do?” you hummed.
It’s been days since your arrival in this era. And so far, everything is fine. Confusing but fine. You were still having nightmares that always woke you up. But you didn’t bother to tell anyone about it. It’s probably a normal reaction.
Since the superheroes in the compound have alternative schedules for their missions, you found yourself rubbing shoulders with whoever Avenger is in the compound. It’s obvious that they don’t want you to feel excluded and made it clear that they don’t mind you asking questions if you find something puzzling.
You usually bond with the youngest one, Peter Parker, who is always around since he is, based on what he said, “a friendly neighborhood superhero”. It means that he doesn’t go out of the country, like Natasha or Steve, or even this state for a mission since he still has classes to attend and he explains that his aunt won’t let him go anywhere far and dangerous. Understandable, you thought. The kid is only sixteen. But for now, Peter is staying back with his aunt in their apartment while the others are on their missions. He has a schedule for staying between the compound and his aunt’s place.
Clint is with his family, who you heard lived in this secret farmhouse. Tony is probably home too. You don’t really know. You kind of feel that he avoids being alone with you. Wanda is resting in her room. You don’t want to disturb her as you saw her coming home earlier, looking really exhausted.
When he can, Steve also kept you company. Of course, you enjoyed talking to him about his life after the whole defrosting thing. But sometimes, you felt like a disturbance or a burden in his free time. You thought, maybe he just wants to rest. Perhaps he just feels bad for you. So, you try to not stay around him all the time if he’s home.
So, you really have nothing to do. You have books but you don’t feel like reading now. You have this novel that you liked so much, you just finished it today. The compound also has this large, flat television but you don’t feel like watching anything either. It’s not like you’re not used to being alone. You’re always alone before! But at least you have a job to take up all your time. With all this free time, you cannot help but miss doing something in the laboratory. Computing numbers or testing prototypes with Howard. You wondered if your best friend ever finished that flying car he kept on re-working. You figured, maybe not. You see that people in this modern time still use four-wheeled cars.
“Oh, hey, Doctor Y/N.”
Sometime in the afternoon, Bruce Banner went out to the kitchen to get himself something to drink. That is where he sees you, looking all bored and spacing out. You forced a smile at him and greeted him back,
“Hello, Doctor Banner.”
“Bruce. You can call me Bruce.” he smiled as he opened a can of rootbeer.
“Then, you can call me just by my name too,” you replied, tapping on the hardbound book you had with you. You tried not to be obvious as you examined his look. With his eyeglasses and white coat, you know he’s been working in his laboratory.
After taking a sip from his drink, he spoke, “What are you up to in here, Y/N?”
Hearing that question, you instantly sighed heavily, making your shoulder slump, “Nothing really. I’ve been watching the paint dry, Bruce.”
Thankfully, the scientist caught on to your use of words. He chuckled before asking you, “Do you want to go to the lab?”
You swore you jumped from where you were sitting when Bruce said that. He took it as a yes and you two walked together back to his laboratory. Instantly, you were in awe of the place. There are screens and machinery everywhere. You don’t understand how these new gadgets work but you cannot wait to hear about them. This is like something you dreamed of.
“Here.”
Bruce handed you a white lab coat and you immediately grabbed it, wearing it excitedly. Damn, you missed wearing it. You stood next to him in front of his messy desk, which is pretty normal. Notes were everywhere. Even pens and crumpled papers. You’re starting to miss your own messy work table.
“Oh, I’m sorry about that,” Bruce spoke, referencing his desk.
You smiled, “It’s fine. It means you’re really working hard for something.”
Slipping your hands into the coat’s pockets, you wander around the spacious lab. You try to stop yourself from touching anything, fearing that you might mess something up. So like a little kid, your eyes just show your enthusiasm as you watch some type of liquid flow into a transparent tube.
“What are you working on?” you asked, turning your head to Bruce.
“Something that can help the world, hopefully.” he chuckled. He walked next to you, “It’s a serum that may help cancer patients.”
“That’s nice,” you whispered, eyes still distracted.
“Yeah. But it’s still an experiment. This is the first time I’m working on something like this again after I tried to recreate the super soldier serum.”
Your eyebrows raised as you looked at him, “You tried to recreate that serum?!”
Steve did not tell you about that. No one told you that someone in the compound tried to recreate it. You always wondered what Dr. Ernskine did to that serum since it seems very impossible to reproduce. But now that you’re in this modern era, people have more resources and findings. Maybe Bruce succeed.
Bruce stared back at you with a small smile, “It’s what brought me here, Y/N.”
“Cap. You okay?”
Tony asked as soon as he made sure the auto-pilot was set on the plane. Instead of answering, Steve grunts while pressing a hand on the right side of his stomach. Blood was gushing out from the stab wound he got from this mission. Bucky, on the other hand, also earned bruises on his face and small cuts on his arm. The two admittedly underestimated this mission. They didn’t expect that a hundred members will show up in this cult-like mob they raided. Thankfully, Tony was able to answer an emergency call.
“Those guys really got you cornered. Whoever stabbed you would probably brag about the fact he got to stab Captain America. Too bad he died.” Tony quipped, trying to lighten the mood. He signaled to Bucky to pass him a bandage.
Steve listened with exhaustion running in his veins. He breathed out as he closed his eyes, leaning his head on the surface behind him.
“You know, you got to be more careful now…” Tony suddenly spoke, sounding a bit serious. Steve opened his eyes and look at his friend who was focused on cleaning his wound. It took minutes of silence– since Tony made sure that his wound won’t get infected– before he continued, “You have a girlfriend waiting at home.”
“She’s not my girlfriend, Tony,” Steve replied sternly.
His best friend still managed to chuckle at that. Steve groaned when Tony slightly applied pressure to his wound. Not that Steve doesn’t like the idea of you as his romantic partner, he just doesn’t want to tolerate this kind of teasing from his friends. They might get used to it and make you uncomfortable whenever you’re with him.
Tony rolled his eyes, “Okay, whatever. But my point is you are Y/N’s closest friend in the compound right now and I don’t think she will like seeing you come back like this. I mean, you already died before and Dad told me a lot of things that happened.”
Steve tilted his head quizzically. He looked at Bucky who shared the same expression on his face.
“What–”
“There.” Tony got up as if he didn’t just say something. He pointed at Bucky. “And you too, buddy. Bring more backup next time. Something worse could have happened. You’re lucky I’m just another country away for a presentation.”
He walked back to his seat as the pilot, ignoring the confusion and curiosity from the two a-decade-old super soldiers.
“That was your last memory?”
Bruce sat in front of you, typing on his laptop as you nodded an answer. A couple of hours after inviting you, you two ended up just chatting in his laboratory. Bruce told you about the time he recreated the supersoldier serum. You learned his history and how he joined this league of superhumans. He was open to sharing his struggle in accepting his power and learning to control himself from being Bruce and the Hulk.
After that, he ended up giving you a tour of his laboratory. You would share how a gadget you had before evolved into what he has now in these modern times. Your curiosity about these said gadgets made his offer to teach you whenever he can and you happily agreed. Although you’re still unsure if you’re staying here for the rest of your life, you think that it will be good to adapt in the meantime.
“The time machine…” your voice trailed off as you brought up the topic. “How did you and Tony make it?”
You’ve been wanting to ask someone about their version of a time machine here. But since Howard’s son was a bit distant, you get to talk about it with Bruce now.
Bruce shakes his head, “It was unsuccessful.”
“It brought me here.” you countered, pursing your lips.
The air around you two was suddenly all serious and Bruce feels it. You were just wondering how they built their time machine. How did they make it work? It was seemingly more successful than Howard’s. Was it because of the current and upgraded technologies? Did they use different formulas than Howard? Did they make their own original version that was way different than what you and your best friend worked on in the past?
Bruce looked at you for seconds like he was contemplating if he should tell you. Then, he exhaled, removing his glasses.
“Tony brought the blueprint and basically the whole plan for it months ago. He said he found it when he was digging up in his dad’s office in their old house.”
“Wait.” your eyebrows scrunched together as you paused. You take your time processing his answer. You made sure you understood it by saying, “So… it was originally Howard’s… The blueprint for it?”
He nods, “Yes, Tony found it along with other plans his dad never worked on. We just used other materials than the outdated ones...”
You didn’t really listen to the rest of his words when you heard the first sentence. Your eyes stared at some space. Never worked on? He means, Howard made this plan and never worked on it? Does it mean that if your best friend just worked it, you could have been back earlier than this era? Your hand slowly pressed a hand on your chest and you felt your heartbeat getting quicker Bruce quickly noticed it and you looked up at him with your eyes screaming in confusion and surprise, hurt.
“When did Howard plan it?” you asked. Your voice was weak and you almost said it in a whisper.
Although confused, Bruce replied, “1977. It was written on the bottom of the blueprint.”
Your brain was quick in computing it. It was thirty years after your disappearance. You feel like shaking as you blinked away the tears that were blurring your sight.
“W-Where can I find this blueprint? I want to see it.”
The change in your tone and expression made Bruce ask, “Y/N, are you okay–”
“Where?” you asked again instead of answering.
“Uh, Tony has it.”
You ran your palms all over your face, calming yourself down. You breathe out. You knew you had to stop yourself from crying as you cannot stand doing it again. It’s pointless. You’ve been tearing up ever since you came here and you have never been this vulnerable. You don’t like it. Before Bruce can repeat a word, you sighed heavily.
“I’m sorry,” you said, shaking your head. “I… I was just surprised Howard planned on building another time machine and never made a move on it.”
Bruce hummed quietly and replied, “It’s fine… Everything must have been a lot to you.”
You chuckled, trying to lighten up the atmosphere, “Yeah, it’s a real bummer and I think it makes me blow a fuse really easily. I swear I was never this emotional.���
If he did it, would I have come back earlier?
The question floats in your head as you set your eyes on the quiet lake just outside the compound. You pulled your knees closer to your chest and rested your chin on your knees. The sky was already dimming down as the sun already set. Nature was quiet and the only loud thing was your brain with all these questions you were asking yourself.
There was a part of you who wished you shouldn’t have just asked Bruce. Maybe you wouldn’t feel this way. But you were always curious about things, so you asked. And here you are, having this moment. As if knowing about Howard’s plans is not enough, you still had thoughts if you can ask Tony about it. You let out an exasperated, hopeless exhale. Maybe not.
“Dr. Y/N!”
You snapped out of your deep thoughts when you heard your name. Turning your head to your side, you spotted Peter approaching with a smile on his face. He waved his hand, and your lips form a small smile.
“Hey… I thought you were staying with your aunt tonight?”
He sat beside you on the green grass, “I’m just staying here until nine. Then, I’ll go back home. I dropped by to see if you’re baking tonight.”
You giggled, “Well, today’s not your lucky day, kid. But I think we still have a few brownies in the jar from the other day.”
“I checked. It’s already empty.” he feigned disappointment, holding his chest, and you two chuckled. “How was your day here, doc?”
“Boring. I haven’t really done much. Bruce saw me in the kitchen earlier and invited me to his lab. I just miss doing something again.“ you confessed with a hint of frustration in your tone. “How about you, kid?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “Eh, just school. I and my friend Ned ended up in detention because he cannot stop talking about this new movie during chemistry class. Then, our other friend, MJ joined us since she said she enjoys going to detention. We planned to eat something after but MJ has a part-time job to go to.” Peter shared and you feel that he was pretty satisfied with how his day went.
“Well, at least one of us got to bond with their friends,” you scoffed. “I have to get used to my friends being superheroes.”
“They are usually busy, aren’t they?”
You nod, “Yeah. It actually made me feel jobless.”
You two laughed at that. You resumed, “I can’t believe I finished two books in a short period– Speaking of books, I was wondering if you could lend me a hand.”
“For what?”
“Oh, you know that novel I’ve been reading these past few days?”
“Ah, the one with the whole time machine plot too?”
“Yes. I… I really loved the book. Is there any way I can reach out to the author? Maybe write them a letter? I just really want to let them know that it’s a good story.”
Maybe it’s because of a lot of free time on your hand. But you just really adored the plot and the novel itself. You found it in the new releases section of the bookstore you went to days ago. But the story was set around your time, in the 40s, and mainly revolved around time traveling, which initially pulled you into buying it. It was accurate by the era it was in, and it made you feel closer to where you came from. Now, you just finished it and it was beautiful even though it was left on a cliffhanger. It causes you something to look forward to.
“We can try to reach out. Maybe they have e-mail. It’s faster than sending them written letters.” Peter suggests.
You cocked an eyebrow, “What’s an email?”
“Oh, it’s electronic mail. It’s like the modern type of exchanging letters with other people. Instead of asking for the person’s home address, they can just give you their email address. Then, you can send them a message with the computer or cellphone.” he explains and you nod.
“How about your laptop?”
He nods, “Yeah, we can also use that.”
You two ended up walking back to the compound. Peter helped you with creating your own e-mail address and typing your message to the author. You wanted to learn and get used to with using this gadget so you offered to type yourself. He was patient enough to teach you with the keys on the keyboard as you type.
“So, it automatically saves itself as a draft?”
You moved the cursor on the screen as you glided your index finger on the touchpad of his laptop. It wasn’t a long message but it was genuine. You re-read the whole thing again before passing the laptop to Peter.
“Yeah, what’s the name of the author again?” the boy asked before opening a new tab in the browser.
“Oh, wait…” you reached for the book and read the huge, bold name written on the front cover. “It’s… Donald S. Burton.”
“Okay, we can look for his website. Maybe he has his contacts there.”
His voice trailed off when he began typing on the search bar. It never fails to amaze you how fast this thing can give you answers. It’s like all of the books in the library were compiled into this gadget. Peter input the name and a list of information about Donald S. Burton showed up. There were even images of the man. You cannot help but smile when the old guy reminds you of someone familiar.
“Here is his email!“
“I like these. What are these again?”
Steve smiled at your curiosity, “Chicken nuggets.”
“Okay. Chicken nuggets,” you repeated. “I wished we had these in our time. I love these and these sauces. And of course, this sundae!” you exclaimed before taking a scoop with the tiny spoon.
Just a couple of days after you talked with Bruce in the lab and sent an e-mail with Peter’s help, you found yourself having a picnic with Steve just around the city. It was a quiet park in the busy city. It was a Tuesday so there were fewer people in the place. He invited you with it after he got home from his mission.
“Should I bake or make something?” you asked him.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. We’ll be ordering food on the way to the park,” he replied.
“Are the others coming too?” you asked again.
He shook his head, “I… didn’t ask them.”
“Why didn’t you ask them?” you raised an eyebrow.
Steve seemed to be caught off guard. Bucky, Sam, Natasha, and Peter, who were also in the living room when you asked, smirked and looked at each other knowingly when they saw their leader’s frozen reaction. He stood there awkwardly with his hands on his hips. Natasha was the first to break the silence.
“I’ll be training,” she said.
The others caught on to it and spew their reasons too. Peter chimed in, “I have a ton of homework to do, Doc.”
“I’m visiting my sister in Louisiana,” Sam explained with a scoff. That made you squint your eyes at him. Then you looked at Bucky, waiting for his reason. He seemed frozen like the gears in his head is turning.
“I… uhm… I’m…”
“He’ll help me with training.” Nat saved him. “We’ll do some planning with the next mission.”
So that’s how you and Steve ended up alone on this picnic, which you don’t mind. You had a fun ride going here. He lets you play songs by connecting your rarely-used phone to the car’s stereo.
“How did you learn about that song?” he asked when American Pie played.
You smiled, “Natasha. I heard it from her.”
You ordered food from a fast food chain through a drive-thru. It was exciting as Steve ordered meals you didn’t try before. When you arrived at the peaceful park, you insist on helping him with bringing stuff. He just made you bring the blanket while he carries all the other things. When you found a perfect spot, you laid the gingham blanket on the green grass. You sat comfortably in your casual floral dress before you two began eating.
“Thank you for this, Steve.” you smiled.
“You’re welcome. Thank you for coming with me. I haven’t been on a picnic with someone for a while.” he said.
“You know, before I got in the time machine, I went picnic with my neighbors.” you shared, remembering that day with the Smiths.
“Mr. and Mrs. Jones?!” he asked with surprise.
Your ears perked when you heard that. The Jones were your neighbors before the Smiths. They are the last ones Steve knew since he and Bucky would sometimes fetch you if you were hanging out somewhere. The said couple was a bit grumpy, to be honest. They can hear even the smallest noise you would make in your apartment and would always let you know they don’t like it.
“Oh, no. They moved out months after you disappeared. Another family occupied their space. Susan and Robert Smith. They have this little kid named Donny. They are much nicer.” you joked.
“Well, that’s nice. I missed a lot of things while on ice.”
“It was only two years, Steve. Nothing much happened.” you snorted, finishing your sundae.
“A lot of things can happen. I know Howard found the Tesseract while searching for me on the ice… Share some things that happened in those two years.”
“Okay…” you exhaled. “I bet you already know that they tried making a series after Captain America vanished. You became an icon. Have you seen it?”
You laughed when you saw Steve hissed, “I didn’t like it.”
“Yeah, it was bad.” you cracked up. You only watched that once. You don’t like how they painted Peggy into a character named Betty who was always a damsel in distress. Peggy had complained about it too.
“Anyway, we– Howard and I– tried for like a year to search for you. But he would usually be the one to go on sites and I would always try to come with him. He needs more convincing but it always works.”
Howard often says that going in the field can be dangerous and you would fight back over and over again. You were glad you did because you were with them when they found the Tesseract.
“What convincing did you do?”
“Well, I would say that I’m his assistant. My job is technically following him around. Then when he says no, I’ll say that I am his best friend. I still do have my last reason if he denies me of coming with him.” you said.
“And what is it?”
You paused and just stared at him. Chewing on your bottom lip, you hmmed. It was like you were thinking if you should tell him the last reason for Howard to let you go with him. Steve waits. He tried to be comfortable as he leaned back with his arms resting behind him. He hoped he doesn’t look much curious or nosy. After what felt like an eternity, you spoke.
“It’s… It’s that I am the last one you spoke to while you were on that plane.”
You looked away from him, avoiding his gaze. You tried to just look at the trees and people from the distance than just look at Steve. Your chest felt heavier when you remembered that time Steve fought that skull and had control of that plane. Steve didn’t say a word so you continued to explain more, just to get it off your chest.
“It would always work since he fully knows that I have guilt living in my system after the country lost you.” you chuckled bitterly. “I felt awfully bad that I cannot do anything to help you during that situation.”
When your voice shook uncontrollably in the last words of your sentence, Steve sat back up and you can see the sympathy in his blue eyes. He reached out for your resting hand, instantly caging it in his warm hands.
“Y/N… none of it was your fault. It was already a dead-end situation. I was the one who chose to crash it.” he tried to reassure you.
“I know, I know,” you mumbled, tears slipping from your eyes. “But I cannot stand losing another person in my life that time, Steve.”
Your tearful eyes met his concerned ones. “We just lost Barnes earlier that year. And I really just can’t lose you… I tried to think of something. Howard was in the same room while I was talking to you on the phone. We tried to make a plan but we don’t have any idea where the hell the plane was and it was moving really fast. It was really bad. I felt helpless. I thought I might have been able to do something to help you but we have no time. I hate that all I can do is talk to you on the phone, hoping that you won’t feel alone, while I prayed silently for some miracle to happen. And it was crazy because I don’t even remember the last time I prayed before that moment.”
By the time you finished talking, you were full-on sobbing. Your chest heaved and your cheeks were damp from your salty tears. Steve held your hand. His thumb drew circles on it as he lets you cry for more. And when he felt you calming down, he uttered:
“Staying in that call with me until the end was enough for me. I appreciate you for handling yourself very well and being calm with me that time. You are amazing. And you don’t know how relieved I am when I knew you were the one who answered the call. Thank you.” Steve said softly, offering a small smile as he looked directly into your eyes. “You already did much more you know for me that time.”
2/19/1945
Y/N arrived with puffy eyes today. I knew it before she even removed the black sunglasses she had on. I already told her the day before that she have the choice of not going to the laboratory today. But she still did. It was quiet the whole day in the lab. We both tried to act busy like nothing much happened. Due to the events of these past two weeks, I’ve been getting telephone calls from a lot of people. I chose to ignore them because I know it has something to do with Rogers’ disappearance and I’d been hearing they want to make the serum like Ernskine’s. I honestly think that it would be hard to “remake” Captain America ever again. She didn’t eat anything for the whole day even a cup of coffee. I insisted on walking her home, saying I have to borrow her old research about the future of computers. She said she’ll just bring it tomorrow but I said I need it urgently even though I really don’t. In fact, I have nothing to do with her research. I just had to make sure she’ll get home safe. I thought it was a good idea to just walk with her instead of asking Jarvis to drive us. But boy, I was wrong. The loss of the nation’s superhero is plastered all over the place. I tried distracting Y/N by telling her about the funny encounter I had with a girl months ago. I never told her about it before because I know she doesn’t like that I cannot commit to a single girl. But I have no more story to tell at the moment. It was a relief that she let out small laughs and smile at it. Although the smiles didn’t reach her eyes, I hope she felt better for a bit. She was about to say some advice or something when she suddenly froze. Her lips formed into a frown and I see tears forming in her eyes. I follow where her eyes lay and it was the newspapers. WE NEED A NEW CAPTAIN. The headline was printed in big, bold letters. Eye-catching. “They cannot just replace Steve like that.” It was a whisper from her. I hate that all I can do is sigh. Two minutes later, we reached her apartment. She handed me her research and thanked me. She smiled. But it was forced, I know.
As I am writing this letter, I am thinking of leaving this city with Y/N for a vacation somewhere away from here. I don’t know if she will like that. Maybe she won’t. Maybe I’ll just settle on walking her home with another made-up reason from the back of my head. I don’t know. I just feel helpless seeing her like this again after Barnes’ and now, Rogers’ death. Even so, I’ll always make sure that she will be alright.
H.S.
Tony removed his eyeglasses as he finished reading. His index finger traces the handwritten words by his father, sighing in the process. He can hear his father’s voice with each word in it.
“Tony, we need to go. We should fly at six!” Pepper’s voice cuts off his thoughts.
He stretched his limbs before replying, “Okay, honey. Just getting my glasses.”
Tony stared at the page again for a second before closing his father’s journal. He slid it onto one of the drawers on his nightstand and left.
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💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌
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are u ever so attracted to someone that u just groan internally every time u see them like it’s physically painful how attractive they are
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I just saw a fanfic author on tiktok advertising their fic like booktok does and peace and love but friend. your real life actual face??? associated with your fic???
listen, as far as y'all are concerned, I am a sentient seal with access to a keyboard, and we're leaving it at that
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reblog to send your mutuals a hug. maybe just the thought is enough to cheer them up 🥺
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