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forever by my side

mingyu still honors the love signified by his ring, even after all this time.

๑彡 kim mingyu x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 divorced!au/ex-husband!au, post-break up!au — fluff(?), angst(?)

๑彡 paragraph format — 0.8K words

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๑彡 title is taken from zack tabudlo’s by my side (ft. tiara andini).

๑彡 thank you sm for the overwhelming love for my future in your eyes! please accept this as a thank you gift :]

๑彡 this is connected to that fic, a prequel of sorts, but can also be read as a standalone. (i highly recommend reading that, too, though.)

Kim Mingyu is a man of confidence.

He exudes confidence, regardless of what he does. It’s a natural part of his aura — something that he can never control at will.

It comes in handy for his line of work, which often requires him to socialize and impress others. Occasionally, though, it also needs him to give presentations in front of large crowds.

As his audience continues to stare at him, with a mix of glossed eyes and awestruck expressions, Mingyu begins to appreciate his inborn confidence a little bit more.

He’s an extrovert. He does well with crowds. He’s comfortable striking up conversations with complete strangers. He’s talkative and spontaneous and outgoing, amongst other things.

And with his confidence, Mingyu can command a room with ease.

Yet, still, it doesn’t necessarily mean he enjoys public speaking — especially if the crowd he’s addressing is full of college students who are currently everywhere, just not in the classroom.

He can hardly blame them. He has been in their shoes before. He knows what it feels like to listen to professors and guest lecturers drag on when he rather spend his time elsewhere.

"Well then, if you guys thought of more questions later," he began his wrap-up speech, "feel free to email me. Thank you—"

A flurry of moment on his right caught his attention, effectively halting his speech. However, the cause of it is gone by the second he turns.

The only evidence he has that he didn’t hallucinate the entire thing is the murmuring that suddenly engulfs the room. And the small folded piece of paper on his right that seems to appear out of the blue.

Mingyu reaches for the paper and looks around the room. He immediately notices the students’ renewed interest in him. Or perhaps — most likely — they are just interested in how he responses to the note.

He looks down as he opens the paper.

Mister, do you have a significant other?

He chuckles soundlessly. Not because of how off-topic it is from the presentation he just gave, but because it is apparently enough to bring you forth in his mind.

After all, you are his other half. Someone he met and fell in love with within the walls of your college campus. Someone he put great effort to deserve the heart of.

The only one he could see sharing a future with. The only one he went down on one knee for and waited for at the end of the aisle.

The only one he loves with his soul. The only one he respects and cherishes to an unfathomable extent.

Mingyu gives a shy smile to the sea of students before raising his hand, palm facing inward. He lets the gold band around his ring finger shine under the spotlights aimed at him.

Their collective disappointment is loud.

Mingyu finds their reaction amusing. He has watched countless people react to his marital status over the years. Those who appear dismayed, he notes, often try their best to hide it, albeit unsuccessfully. As a matter of fact, this is the first time anyone has ever showed disdain so openly — a whole group, too, no less.

He can’t stop the soundless chuckle that escaped. He has always been proud of his marriage. He boasts about it — and you — every chance that he gets. It’s something that always brings a smile to his face. Something that he never gets tired of.

Even after the divorce.

The end of your marriage had been a mutual decision. You both agreed that it was the best action to take, before anything escalated to something unbecoming. And, at the time, it was the best decision to take.

The end of your marriage didn’t signify the end of his love for you, though. That’s why, even years after the court made your divorce official, his wedding ring stayed on his finger.

Mingyu may have failed to keep you by his side, but he absolutely has no plans to rid himself of the only physical reminder of your marriage.

Mingyu may have lost his rights to claim you as his spouse; but at least in front of strangers, he can still pretend that the gold around his finger is more than a remembrance.

"How are you going to find a replacement for your wedding ring if you keep letting people think you’re still married?" Minghao wonders when he meets up with him after his presentation.

Ironically enough, his longtime friend personifies the reality that his façade only works with strangers. Those who don’t know what happened. Nor can read him like an open book. Nor notice the hint of sadness in his eyes.

Mingyu simply shrugs at that, "Bold of you to assume I want a replacement in the first place."

(After all, his wedding ring isn’t just a conversational piece. It’s also his lifeline . . . something he can’t bear to lose, especially when he already lost you.)

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my future in your eyes

mingyu still holds onto you, even after all this time.

๑彡 kim mingyu x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 divorced!au/ex-husband!au, post-break up!au, exes-to-lovers!au — fluff

๑彡 paragraph format — 1.1K words

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๑彡 title is taken from zack tabudlo’s as you are.

๑彡 i’m lowk proud of this ngl bc— it’s fluff, but it took me relatively quick to finish?? usually i get stuck for weeks if the wip’s fluff ><

Kim Mingyu is a man of confidence.

Not that he uses his confidence to swindle strangers, as the dictionary suggests the title means. Rather, he exudes confidence — regardless of what he does.

There is always an air confidence around him. He can be in clothes that don’t fit the event’s theme and he’ll still seem perfectly dressed. He can be barely conversant in another language and he’ll still sound like he knows what he’s saying. He can just be standing there, doing nothing, and he’ll still appear like he’s doing something right.

Some people mistake his confidence for arrogance. Most find it admirable. But, in truth, Mingyu hardly cares.

Especially if his so-called confidence vanishes whenever you are in the vicinity and within his line of sight. Just like now.

He sees you in a table with Seokmin. Your back is towards him but he recognizes you, anyway. Despite the distance, he has no problem witnessing how animatedly you talk with your common friend.

It’s almost like he is back in college: you and Seokmin in one row, him and Minghao a few rows back. He can almost hear Minghao state matter-of-factly, "You’re staring," like he often does back then.

Really, all that’s different is Minghao’s currently preoccupied being the groom to comment on his staring. (There are definitely more things that are different now, but he doesn’t want to even begin thinking about them.)

Seokmin catches his stare. Not soon after, specifically before Mingyu can even look away, he sees him leave the table. Seokmin throws him a familiar meaningful look before disappearing into the dance floor.

Truth be told, Mingyu’s confidence comes naturally. It isn’t something that he purposely channels. It’s just always there . . . unless you are involved. Then, suddenly, he has to painstakingly gather the confidence to be near you.

"Is this seat taken?" He tries his hardest to mask his awestruck look with one of kind politeness as he waits your response.

He almost forgot how to breathe when your eyes lock into his. "You may sit if you wish," you offer him a small, polite smile. "I don’t think he’ll be back anytime soon."

"Thanks." He effortlessly returns your gesture before situating himself on the chair your common friend abandoned. "How are you enjoying the party?"

"Really well, actually. I didn’t expect to recognize a lot of people from college." Your eyes don’t leave his as you answer. He tries not to stare back too intently, to look within your eyes to see something . . . anything. "And you?"

Mingyu waits for a beat, gathering enough confidence to say what he wants to. "Better now that you’re here." With me.

He lets out a barely audible embarrassed laugh. He has half a mind to take it back, but quickly changes his mind when he sees you biting your lower lip — an obvious attempt to stop yourself from laughing.

A ghost of a smile plays on his lips. There’s pride in knowing he’s still able to make you laugh, despite it being your first meeting in literal years.

You look down in a presumable attempt to calm yourself down. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you, though, as he refuses to lose you from his sight. As such, he immediately notices the sudden shift in your expression.

"You’re still wearing it." Mingyu follows your line of sight — and ends up looking at the source of your comment. His hand on the table, specifically the band of gold adorning his ring finger. "Our ring."

Our wedding ring.

You and Mingyu married soon after graduating from college. It had been a blissful marriage, one that filled a home with nothing but love and support.

Your divorce was on the basis of irreconcilable differences. It was a mutual decision, for the interest of your career paths diverging too far. There was never a bad blood.

"Ye— yeah." Mingyu stutters involuntarily. He clears his throat before continuing, "It’s a great conversational piece."

Although the divorce has been finalized years ago, Mingyu still plays the faithful and loving husband role in front of strangers. He uses the ring on his finger to his advantage: may that be to wordlessly signal that he’s already taken or to gain the favor of a potential sponsor.

Likewise, even if he knows the ring might be a disadvantage, he refuses to take it off — nor to purposely hide it from sight. The same way he never tells a stranger that he is no longer tied to someone else.

"Does it work?" You ask in wonder.

"We are conversing now, aren’t we?"

You chuckle, "Touché."

Mingyu wants to tell you that he hasn’t taken the ring off since you slipped it on his finger during your wedding. Not even after your divorce has been finalized all those years ago.

He wants to tell you his ring finger is thinner near his palm because of his adamant refusal to take his wedding ring off once in a while. Not willing to separate from the only physical reminder of your marriage, not even for a second.

He wants to tell you the ring is more than a conversational piece. He wants to tell you it’s his lifeline, something he can’t bear to lose. But he doesn’t.

Instead, Mingyu uses all the confidence he has gathered to ask you a simple question. "Dance with me?"

He offers you the hand adorned by his wedding ring. He tries not to show the uncertainty he feels by masking it behind a smile.

He almost lets out a relieved sigh when you place your hand on top of his. But he stops breathing momentarily when he catches sight of the sole jewelry adorning your hand.

"You’re still wearing it," Mingyu echoes your comment breathlessly. "Our ring."

He snaps his eyes back to your face, just in time to witness your smile widen. "Yeah," you say. "It’s a great talisman to ward off potential suitors."

He leads you to the dance floor, silently marveling at how your hand still fits perfectly with his. "Does it work?"

"It’s very effective," you assure him. "Although I don’t think it works well against ex-husbands."

Another slow song starts playing right when you reach the dance floor. You and Mingyu unconsciously claim your respective hand placements during your first dance — and for any waltz you danced after.

Then, suddenly, it’s like you traveled back in time.

Mingyu pulls you closer, a ghost of a smirk is at the edge of his lips. "I think it works well attracting ex-husbands."

#kim mingyu x reader #mingyu x reader #seventeen x reader #kim mingyu imagines #mingyu imagines #seventeen imagines #kim mingyu scenarios #mingyu scenarios #seventeen scenarios #kim mingyu oneshots #mingyu oneshots #seventeen oneshots #ex-husband!au #post-break up!au #exes-to-lovers!au #kim mingyu #mingyu #seventeen

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timestamp: stark

it’s 11:33 am when you make chan an offer he can’t refuse.

๑彡 bang chan x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 slice of life!au, stranger!au — little fluff(?)

๑彡 paragraph format — 0.9K words

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๑彡 oh? what’s this? a kpop-related post after two months? unbelievable. (in all seriousness, i’ll try to get back to this side as soon as i get my muse back here o7 for now, please enjoy!)

๑彡 if there are any stay-mcu/iron man enthusiasts out there, this one’s for y’all *insert dancing emoji*

You were having the time of your life.

It was not your first time visiting Disney California Adventure nor Disneyland, but the excitement you felt was still as intense as the first time. Perhaps it was because there were huge gaps between your visits. Or because there was really just something in the Disney air that never failed to make you giddy.

Whatever the case was, you always looked forward to your Disney trips. And this was no different.

Since your visits were far apart, there was always something new in the parks whenever you visit again. Regardless of your attachment to the media that inspired the new attractions, you were always excited to explore the new additions.

For this visit in particular, you were extra hyped. Not only was there a new land of attractions, the area in question was also inspired by a media that you were very familiar with.

Avengers Campus.

You wouldn’t call yourself a Marvel fan — nor a Marvel Cinematic Universe fanatic. If anything, you were just someone who watched enough of their releases to develop attachments to their characters.

Most people head straight to Radiator Springs Racers once the rope dropped. But you? You were dead-set on spending your early hours exploring Avengers Campus. So you did.

Two rides in, your feet brought you back in front of the Avengers Headquarters.

And there, right in front of the Avengers’ logo on the wall, was Iron Man — taking photos with visitors.

Frankly, you had no plans on paying Disney photographers to take your photos. For one, you didn’t research how much their services were. Second, you figured you would succumb to capitalism in other ways (read: churros and Dole whip), so it’d be best if you’d only spend your money there.

Yet, still, you found yourself lining up to take photos with Iron Man.

The line wasn’t terribly long, but you knew it’d be a thirty-minute wait at least. After all, it wasn’t just a photo-op — it was also a quick meet-and-greet. Thankfully, you were in no rush, so you didn’t mind the wait.

You let your mind wander to pass time. You observed different people interact with Iron Man as their turn came and passed. You scrolled through your phone, switching applications mindlessly.

Amidst your thoughts about which continuity Disneyland’s Iron Man existed in, you caught the cast member beside you talking to another guest. "—Mr. Stark has a meeting to attend to soon, but he’d be back after."

It didn’t take you that long to piece what that in-character response must’ve meant, especially if the other guest walked away upon hearing them.

"Excuse me," you turned the cast member’s attention toward you, "can you hold my place for a second?" As an afterthought, you quickly added: "I’ll be back. I promise."

You jogged after the other guest before you could change your mind.

Really, there was absolutely no need for you to do this. As you heard the cast member say, there would be other opportunities to meet Iron Man throughout the day.

Yet, somehow, you felt strongly compelled to. Like you were supposed to.

"Excuse me," you called your fellow guest’s attention. You flashed him a small smile, "Hi."

"Hello," he greeted back after halting to hear you out. He reciprocated your gesture with one that almost blinded you, "Can I help you?"

"Are you still interested in taking a picture with Iron Man?"

"I am," he affirmed.

"Do you wanna take it with me?" You blurted out your objective for coming to him, before he could say anything else. "I mean," you backtracked as soon as you processed how strange you must’ve sounded, "I saw some people take group photos and then solo ones; so you’re up for it, we can split the cost or something."

Frankly, you didn’t exactly thought this whole thing through. You were operating on impulse. You were going with the flow — even if you weren’t exactly sure where it was leading you to.

"That’s actually not a bad idea." You didn’t even know where that proposition came from. It just spilled out your mouth without going through your brain first. Nevertheless, it seemed to have done its job. "I’d actually take you up on that, if you don’t mind."

You smiled wider, "Great!" You turned back and started leading him to where you came. "I’m [first name], by the way."

"Nice to meet you, [first name]. I’m Chan."

You and Chan waited out the rest of the line chatting. You conversed about the most trivial things — from the other attractions you were planning on visiting to your theories on how Disneyland’s Iron Man’s voice actually sounded similar to Robert Downey, Jr.’s. You even talked about how you spent the earlier part of the morning. And what you thought of what Marvel did to their cinematic characters.

By the end, when everything had been said and done, you and Chan parted ways with a way to keep in touch and a picture of each other saved in your respective camera rolls.

Albeit you were initially reluctant to succumb to another bait of capitalism, you didn’t mind the price you paid for the set of photos that included a cute candid of you and Chan with Iron Man.

(Years later, when your fates have entwined more permanently, you saw that same picture framed in Chan’s apartment. “It’s my favorite,” he told you after claiming your waist in a back hug.)

#bang chan x reader #chan x reader #stray kids x reader #bang chan imagines #chan imagines #stray kids imagines #bang chan scenarios #chan scenarios #stray kids scenarios #bang chan oneshots #chan oneshots #stray kids oneshots #stranger!au #bang chan #chan #stray kids

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percy: *about to be struck with the lightning bolt*

me: WAIT NO DON’T I STILL NEED TO SEE HIM TURN INTO A GUINEA PIG—

#third nebula #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #percy jackson series #pjo series #percy jackson tv show #pjo tv show #percy jackson spoilers #// #i also need to see grover in a wedding dress cmon #overall i need a season 2 && i can only have that if percy doesn't get hit w a lightning bolt #he isn't magnus chase so i need him alive thank you v much

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“i warned you, if you’re not careful, you’ll find out who i am” 🤝🏽 “yeah, i think i am the son of poseidon”

#third nebula #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #percy jackson series #pjo series #percy jackson tv show #pjo tv show #percy jackson spoilers #// #listen ik we don’t like the movies bc they diverged too much from the source material #but i liked the scenes where movie!percy uses his waterbending powers okay #i think they’re cool #i literally screamed when tv show!percy finally used his water powers intentionally

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sunsets & silhouette dreams — range iv

johan spends time with her father.

⚝༄ platonic!tony stark x original character

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Johan Anastasia couldn’t dissuade Sergeant Barnes from picking her up for dinner. Then again, she wasn’t successful on asking him to tell either Jess or Luke that she’d take the last train to Harlem tonight, either.

Instead, she had to compromise. (Mostly because he didn’t give her much choice.)

With his specific instructions not to leave where she currently was, Johan was essentially left with no choice but to stay on the rooftop she found solace in.

Rather than continue her talk with the clouds, she opted to actually finish up her little project before the sky lost light. Admittedly, it wasn’t an ideal place to tinker since there wasn’t even any table, but it’d have to do.

Good thing she impulsively decided to buy spare tools when she bought new parts earlier. Or else she’d be forced to tinker with her hands, which would be difficult considering how tiny her project was.

Johan wasn’t sure how long it had been since Sergeant Barnes told her they were on the way. The only thing she knew for sure was the sun’s lower position in the sky and her apparent lack of progress in her project.

"Do you need help?" When she heard a soft thud minutes earlier, she paid it no mind. It didn’t alert her senses, so whatever made that sound must’ve meant no harm. More likely than not, it was probably just a toy poorly aimed by the kids playing below.

It’d be a lie to say she expected it to be a person. However, on the other hand, she wasn’t surprised to see someone standing over her, either.

Johan took the flashlight out of her mouth before addressing her newly arrived companion. "If you don’t mind."

When the Tony Stark merely claimed a spot across from her without another word, she took it as signal to hand him the tweezers and the pen knife she was holding. Once they were out of her grasp, she shifted her hold of the flashlight and shined it on the part of the device that still needed fixing.

"Hold it a little higher," he told her before he folded himself like she had earlier. It wasn’t like they had any other way to be as close to device as needed, given that they were literally on an inaccessible rooftop.

Except for her occasionally giving him instructions and him occasionally asking if he was doing it right, they were relatively silent. Technically speaking, this would mark their third time seeing each other. Yet, despite that, they still seemed to be unsure of each other.

In Johan’s defense, she actually had a lot of questions she wanted to ask the man in front of her. However, she didn’t want to force him to have a conversation with her just because they were alone. So she just kept quiet.

To no one’s surprise, the vehicle containing most of the Avengers — who were supposed to eat dinner with Johan — got stuck in traffic. She didn’t mind the extra wait, mostly because she wasn’t the one who wanted to go to dinner in the first place, anyway.

"You must miss your mother." Having finished the transceivers for her guardians, her and Stark worked their way to address the elephant in the room. "I’m sorry I don’t have many memories of her."

"You don’t need to apologize," she rejected his apology. "I figured you’d only have one memory of her at most, so everything you told me was already more than enough."

Frankly, Johan was surprised he even initiated a conversation. She was more surprised that he opted to fly using his nanotech suit just to arrive ahead of the rest, but it seemed out of her business to ask why. Thus, instead, she just followed along whatever direction he appeared to be leading the conversation to.

"I don’t know how much S.H.I.E.L.D. told you, but I don’t understand feelings and emotions that well," Johan continued. "Missing someone . . . I don’t know what that feels like."

"What emotions can you feel, then?" Why did you ask about your mother?

"Curiosity. Grief." She listed slowly, counting each one with her fingers. Stark quietly hanged onto her every word, almost as if he taking note of them for a reason. "Contentment. Fright. Indifference. Relief. Confusion. Boredom. Resentment." He looked away when his focused stare seemed to have bothered her. Still, even with his head turned away, he continued to intently listen for her next words. "Those are the only ones I understand."

He waited a moment before commenting, "Good job, Kid. That’s a lot of emotions."

It really wasn’t an easy feat. It was something that did deserve a praise — or be celebrated, even. However, Johan merely shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. "I still have a long way to go before I perfect being human."

"Being a human can’t be perfected," he told her. "Even I struggle with it all the time — and I’m way older than you." He turned his head back toward her, just to see her eyes already on him. "You’re doing great, Kid."

Johan didn’t reply right away. "Thank you, I guess." It was her turn to look away, but not for the same reason he did moments prior. She deliberately focused her attention on the butterfly knife she was fidgeting on her hand.

Hearing him refer to her as ‘Kid’ — not as an endearment, but rather like a name — made her realize she had yet to introduce herself properly. She knew the Avengers already knew her as Johan Collins, the kid assassin made by HYDRA that was currently under S.H.I.E.L.D.’s custody. Yet, still, he — and presumably the rest of them — kept up with directly addressing her by what she preferred to be called.

As much as she appreciated their conscious effort, it also meant she would have to give them a similar notice that she had previously given Sergeant Barnes. Hopefully, this would be the last time she’d give the notice one-by-one.

"You know," she started with her eyes still on the knife, "my mother gave me your name."

"What?" Stark blurted in surprise. She could hardly blame him. S.H.I.E.L.D. strictly controlled every information they release about her for her protection. She didn’t even have her own database file until recently, following her thirteenth birthday. But even then, most of the information in there were either undisclosed or falsified.

Johan stopped fidgeting with her butterfly knife. She met his stunned stare with her dead serious one. "Your name is left blank on my birth certificate, but my name is registered as Johan Anastasia Stark." She gave him a moment to digest her words before she continued on. "I don’t know why my mother gave it to me, but I— I’m not going to force you to take your role. Or any role, for that matter.

"I don’t know if we’ll cross paths after tonight; but, if we do, give me a sign then on what you’ve decided."

She watched him nod slightly, although it looked unconsciously done. "A sign? Can’t I just tell you?"

"No," Johan’s response was almost immediate. "Flat-out rejection tastes bitter. And I like my coffee with a shit ton of sugar."

Stark didn’t even register that she just cursed. "You think I’d reject being your father?"

"Why wouldn’t you?" She challenged, tilting her head slightly. "It makes more sense."

He searched for something in her eyes. She had no clue on what it could possibly be, since she knew her eyes gave nothing away. Nevertheless, he seemed to have found whatever it was that he was looking for. "May I give you a sign now?"

"No," she rejected once more. "You need to at least pretend to ponder on it for a long time. I don’t have the emotional capacity to deal with regrets."

I need a definite answer, something that you won’t take back later when you change your mind.

"Okay," he eventually agreed. "Next time, then."

#tony stark imagines #tony stark scenarios #tony stark oneshots #tony stark fanfics #tony stark fics #tony stark #iron man #marvel #mcu #avengers #iron man imagines #marvel imagines #mcu imagines #platonic!tony stark x reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #marvel x reader #mcu x reader

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ep 7’s alternative title should be: “reasons why sally jackson is a great mom (& why poseidon isn’t as deadbeat as we thought)”

#third nebula #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #percy jackson series #pjo series #percy jackson tv show #pjo tv show #percy jackson spoilers #sally jackson #// #they gave us the sally & poseidon dynamic oml I CHEERED #poseidon rlly does pay child support

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i know annabeth wasn’t gonna fall off the cliff (it’s too early for that), but y’all . . . the last time i watched a beloved female character hang over a cliff, she didn’t make it, so i was really nervous for a second there.

#third nebula #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #percy jackson series #pjo series #percy jackson tv show #pjo tv show #percy jackson spoilers #annabeth chase #// #yes i’m talking abt natasha romanoff #will i ever move on from endgame? prolly not #will i ever forget natasha? prolly not either

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sunsets & silhouette dreams — range iii

bucky gets a hold of johan, thanks to his lucky charm.

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James ‘Bucky’ Barnes had completed countless of missions with all the personas he donned.

There was Sergeant Barnes of the 107th Regiment and the Howling Commandos. Even the Winter Soldier, aka HYDRA’s best asset, albeit it wasn’t technically him. Then, most recently, there was also White Wolf of the Avengers.

Not to mention Bucky whose personal mission was to keep Steve out of alleyway fights. And Win who had unknowingly made it his mission to keep Tide human.

However, out of his decades-long experience with missions, nothing could’ve prepared him for the new one he just volunteered for. That was, to find Johan Collins using the scarce information he had.

"I’m borrowing your helmet," he informed his best friend without bothering to ask for permission. "I don’t have an extra and Johan will need one if I find her."

Steve immediately motioned in agreement, "You know where it is. Just take it." Bucky nodded in thanks, but didn’t move to get up yet. "Where are you heading?"

"Around Upper West Side," he responded thoughtfully. "I think Johan’s by the Seraphiel building."

Before anyone else could volunteer to help search, a muffled voice suddenly echoed from the section of the room where the super soldiers were. "I should’ve asked to see my birth certificate when they told me what my name was."

Startled, everyone turned their complete attention to the two’s direction. "Now I have to change my signature," they heard the voice continue with a sigh.

"Barnes, I think it’s coming from your pocket," Natasha pointed out helpfully.

Bucky immediately emptied out his pockets. Besides his phone, there were only a pocket knife, a few unopened gum sticks, and something that looked like an enamel pin at first glance.

"What’s that?" Scott Lang pointed at the enamel pin-looking object, curious.

"I’m not sure either," he admitted as he picked the object in question up from the table. "Johan left it inside my jacket that she borrowed. I’ve been carrying it around ever since."

"Is that where—" Bruce Banner’s question was already answered by the voice resonating from the small device even before its completion.

"Oh, shit, when did I push this on?" Now that the device was out of Bucky’s pocket, they were finally able to recognize whose voice it was. It was Johan Collins’. "I don’t know if you can hear me but sorry, Sergeant Barnes!"

"Is this a two-way transceiver?" Bucky started fiddling with the device on his hand, flipping it upside down and right side up as he inspected it. "How do I—"

"Try pushing that button," Tony advised him.

"Hello, Johan?" Bucky tried after pushing the button Tony told him to push. "Can you hear me?"

The Avengers waited for a response with bated breath. "Hello, Sergeant Barnes. Yes, I can hear you." Everyone visibly relaxed then. As it seemed, they were all unconsciously counting for the little device to work. "Did I disturb you? Are you on a mission? Did I give away your position?"

"No to all of those." He took note of the slight concern in her voice — as did the rest. "I don’t have work today."

"Oh. That’s a relief." Another thing they all noticed, albeit it was still unspoken, was the relaxed way she talked. She wasn’t speaking in code nor was her breathing labored. Although her voice sounded a bit guarded, they knew she wasn’t in any kind of mortal danger.

"Johan, did you make this?" He shifted the topic. "Why didn’t you give it with a manual? All this time, I was just using it as a lucky charm."

"I had help from Agent Mack and Agent Fitz," her reply was nonchalant — unwilling to get all the credit. "I didn’t think of writing a manual . . . Perhaps I should’ve."

"Who else did you give one to?"

"Just you so far. I’m still trying to finish up Jess’ and Luke’s."

The eavesdroppers perked up with the mention of her guardians. "Tell her they’re looking for her."

Bucky didn’t give any indication that he’d follow through with the suggestion. Rather, he merely pushed the button on the transceiver once more and talked. "That reminds me . . . Where are you? Jones came by looking for you."

"Why? She can track my location—" The line went dead for a minute. "—Oh. Fuck. I lost my tracker."

"Language," he jokingly said, much to everyone else’s — except Steve’s — amusement.

"Please. My language is the least of your worries." Somehow, even if they don’t know her well, they could still envision her rolling her eyes playfully. "I’m technically a runaway now."

"Will you actually?" There was no concern in Bucky’s voice, just mild interest. "Run away, I mean?"

"I do have the perfect circumstance for it, don’t I?" Johan paused. "Maybe I should."

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i don’t remember when book!percy realized he can not get wet, but i’ve been waiting for tvshow!percy to emerge from the water completely dry

#third nebula #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #percy jackson series #percy jackson tv show #pjo tv show #// #percy actually has that power in the books right? #or am i just hallucinating? #to be fair it had been years since i last reread pjo so— #but yea i'm still waiting for that power to be revealed in the show

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for a good moment when the trio was deciding who should drive the cab out of the parking lot, i was convinced the best choice was grover because, y’know, he’s 24 years old . . . completely forgetting that he’s a satyr.

#third nebula #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #percy jackson series #percy jackson tv show #percy jackson spoilers #grover underwood #annabeth chase #// #i spent a good min screaming at my screen like: #‘why isn’t grover driving???’ #‘let grover drive he’s the legal adult™’ #y’all . . . i even texted my sib: ‘WHY ISN’T THE 24YO DRIVING???’ #✋🏽😔 #but then i remembered- ‘oH sHT HIS FEET’ #✋🏽😭

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sunsets & silhouette dreams — range ii

johan talks to her mother.

⚝༄ platonic!tony stark x original character

⚝༄ depictions of fight involvement & aggression; mentions of bullying

⚝༄ paragraph format — 0.6K words

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Johan Anastasia didn’t understand a lot of things. She didn’t understand riddles that rely on common sense. She didn’t understand why Jess and Luke freak out whenever she conjure a blade. She didn’t understand feelings and why she needed to feel them.

Best of all, she didn’t understand her own name.

"You named me Johan Anastasia, but I grew up as Phantom Riptide." Johan looked up and focused her attention at a specific section of the clouds, as if she was having a one-sided conversation with it. "If that’s the case, then, am I Johan? Or am I Riptide?"

Her day started mundane. She was set to hangout with both her guardians, before they switched custody for a couple of weeks. She planned on giving them their own transceiver badge today, which would serve as a secret line for them three and Sergeant Barnes.

Her wrongly measured strength broke one of the parts last night, so she stepped out for a replacement a few hours before their supposed lunch date. Besides the shopkeeper’s reasonable suspicion ("Aren’t you a bit too young to be buying this?"), her shopping went without a hitch ("I am.").

The rain on her parade came on her way back to Jess’ place. Apparently the bullies she stopped on her way to the store were so offended that a little girl stopped them from collecting lunch money. To the point that they just had to follow and corner her in an alley to take back the superiority complex she ruined for them.

Why was it suddenly her fault that their fragile ego was easily broken by a mere thirteen-year-old passing by the scene? It was really bothersome. Of course, she did consider just losing them from her trail, but she thought about the people those imbeciles might take their anger out on. Although she didn’t mean to anger them, she still did, so their anger was rightfully hers to deal with.

Johan ran slower. She took in every insult they threw at her. She made a considerable effort to appear weak. And then—

She was Phantom.

Phantom who was a balance between Johan and Riptide. Phantom who was essentially a more humane version of Riptide: brainwashed to complete missions, but would rather not to. Phantom who was also essentially a darker version of Agent Collins-Stark: still within reason, but didn’t exactly value human life.

Phantom who wasn’t above teaching someone a lesson.

Phantom who had enough conscience to pull back her punches.

Phantom whose mercy was a quick, painless death.

No, she didn’t kill her four aggressors. That would’ve been a little overboard, plus it wouldn’t’ve been as fun. Instead, she opted to break their bones — rather strategically, too, to ensure that they’d learn their lesson in the months they’d spend with a cast. If they were smart enough, perhaps they’d even think twice about bullying anyone else again.

"I would really reconsider who I’m underestimating, if I were you." Her ominous warning came with a triumphant smirk, almost as though she just uttered a promise that it wouldn’t be the last they’d see of her. She left the alley through the roofs, feeling oddly satisfied in seeing that fear had replaced the smugness in their eyes.

When she was far enough from the scene, only then did Phantom fade with the wind. And in her place stood Johan.

Johan who did her best to separate who she had been with HYDRA and who she had become without them.

Johan who repent whenever she remembered how easy it was to blur the line between Agent Collins-Stark and Phantom.

Johan who, in her disappointment in herself, couldn’t even bring herself to go back to Hell’s Kitchen in time for lunch.

So, instead, Johan Anastasia found solace in an empty rooftop. "Who am I, mother?"

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sunsets & silhouette dreams — range i

detective jessica jones pays the avengers a visit.

⚝༄ platonic!bucky barnes x original character

⚝༄ allusions to fight involvement & unknown whereabouts

⚝༄ paragraph format — 1.2K words

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FRIDAY had already alerted the Avengers that Private Investigator Jessica Jones was in the lobby, hoping to speak to any of them. Tony Stark even instructed his AI to direct her straight to the debriefing room.

However, when the door of their debriefing room suddenly bursted open with a loud bang!, they still almost flinched. They didn’t expect Detective Jones to announce her presence that way.

"My bad," Jessica cringed to herself. She tenderly closed the door behind her, somewhat relieved that she didn’t accidentally break it with her super strength.

"Detective Jones," Steve Rogers gestured for her to take a seat, but she politely declined. "What brings you to the Tower?"

"I take it Johan’s not here," she opted to state her observation rather than to answer him directly. "You wouldn’t’ve asked me that otherwise."

"She’s not," Wanda Maximoff confirmed. "Most of us haven’t seen her since that day."

"Did something happen?" James Barnes cut through the chase. His voice was already laced with notable concern.

"That’s what I’m trying to figure out." Everyone watched as she fished something from her backpack and placed whatever it was on the edge of the table. "I found this across the street from here."

It was a ziplock containing a broken Rubik’s cube. It was not of regular size, albeit it was still a 3 x 3. It was not the usual colors, either, nor something one usually sees in stores.

"Any chance that could’ve been anyone’s?"

Jessica shook her head, "We hid Johan’s tracker in it. I followed her tracker’s signal and it led me across the street."

Silence fell in the room, which got quieter as more of the Avengers comprehended the implications of her words.

"Does she have anything else we can track her with?" Natasha Romanoff’s mind moved onto turning stones, unwilling to entertain the implications further until they had explored everything else. "A cellphone, maybe?"

"She doesn’t have one." Jessica then elaborated, "S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to limit the ways HYDRA can track her, so she only has one chip."

Clint Barton nodded tentatively, "That’s fine. We can just look for her in security camera footages."

Without needing to be cued, Tony already pulled up a holographic screen with all the security camera footage around the block of the Stark Tower. And without needing to be invited to, his company immediately flocked his sides to help watch out for the young agent.

So, with their sharp eyes on their chosen screen of focus, everyone watched with purpose.

Two consecutive taps fast-forwarded the scenes in a decent speed, much to their silent gratitudes. Even so, nothing significant really caught their searching eyes — until the hour at the side read 09:13:42. However, before anyone could completely process what was happening, the phenomenon was already over and everything seemed to have returned to normal immediately afterward.

"Go back a little bit, I think something just happened," Pietro Maximoff ordered the person closest to the holographic screen. Without any complaints, Tony — who happened to be the closest — complied. "There. Stop, stop. Put it in normal speed."

Once in regular pace, the Avengers were able to better comprehend the scene Pietro pointed as it played out. It started out with a simple figure running away from a group at the side of a nearby store. The nearest CCTV then showed the group in pursuit catching up, reaching onto the figure’s right shoulder, and forcing them to face the bunch. The action broke their momentum, but they didn’t lose their balance. However, the footage from the next screen over — which happened to be right across the Tower’s entrance — showed them falling on their back, as if pushed.

The Avengers and Detective Jones had to stiffed a collective gasp. Just as the impact caused the jacket’s hood to fall, it also revealed who was underneath.

It was Agent Johan Collins.

The Avengers and the private investigator attentively watched every CCTV footage that recorded the scene of interest. Unfortunately, they lost sight as soon as Agent Collins killed the only surveillance camera in the alleyway she trapped her pursuers in.

"No surveillance caught sight of her since," Tony uttered the words the team dreaded to hear, "which means we got no other way to locate the Kid."

Before anyone could counter his words, a sound suddenly came from Detective Jones’ pocket. "It’s Luke, Johan’s other guardian," she informed them before picking up. "Hello?"

"Hey, Jess. I just came from the cemetery and Johan’s not there, either." Jessica didn’t give them the courtesy of putting the call on speaker; but, nonetheless, they were able to make out the faint voice of Luke Cage on the other end. "I’m on my way to check out the shops she likes around the area, to see if she dropped by today."

"Thanks, Luke," she expressed her gratitude. "Johan’s tracker went live again, so I was able to find its location," she began with her own report. "It was near Stark Tower, in pieces."

"Stark Tower? Did she visit her friend?" Luke wondered out loud, "But, wait, why would the cube be—"

"No, she didn’t," she answered his first inquiry succinctly. "It’s a bit difficult to explain right now since I don’t have the whole picture yet, but Johan got into a fight near the Tower."

"What?" His astonishment was loud enough that even those with non-enhanced hearing heard him from the phone, without the speakers on.

"I know," she agreed with his reaction. "Keep looking there because we’re still unsure of her current whereabouts. She might’ve went to her mom after the fight."

"Will do."

Once Jessica got off her call, she briefly considered filling her current company in. "Did you guys catch all of that or do I have to summarize?"

Rather than a direct answer, Sam Wilson gave her his own summary — from what had been passed on to him by those who were closer to where the detective was. "Cage’s covering another borough, you’re covering Manhattan."

She nodded, satisfied with his answer. She then let the silence stretch as she thought about her next move. To their part, the heroes were also lost in their own thoughts.

There was no set age for children to be legally left alone, at least in where they were. As such, whatever system Agent Collins had with her guardians wasn’t federally against the law. Not that there was anything in the law that successfully protected her in the first place, anyway.

No one was putting Detective Jones and her co-guardian at fault, either. After all, there was a very fine line between protecting and caging — especially for Agent Collins’ case.

"Thank you for all your help." The next time they were fully aware of their surroundings, Jessica was already back by the door she came in. "I need to go look around for Johan again, before the sun sets. She doesn’t like being alone in the dark."

"Wait," Bucky stopped her before she should completely exit. "I want to help find Johan."

Private Investigator Jones didn’t need much convincing. After all, he was also the only other person remotely close to the young assassin. "Johan likes high places and fast food. Let me know if you find anything."

With that helpful starting point, Jessica Jones closed the door.

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sunsets & silhouette dreams — range ø

johan is like her father more than she personally realizes.

⚝༄ platonic!tony stark x original character

⚝༄ mentions of kidnapping, murder, manipulation, torture, human experimentation, memory wipe, & brainwashing

⚝༄ paragraph format — 0.6K words

masterlist | s&sd masterlist

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⚝༄ just discovered that tags are faulty again for me for the past — possibly several — weeks now, including this week?? && i just noticed?? oml. y’all . . . i’ve been posting a lot T_T

Johan Anastasia Collins, as her pseudo-file in the S.H.I.E.L.D. database addressed her as, was admittedly dramatic.

Which, given that she didn’t even know how to properly express her feelings until three years ago, was quite ironic.

She was born to Dawn Antoinette Collins in a cold autumn morning. She was raised in a luxurious high-rise apartment in Queens, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. As many children, she had obsessions: cars and Iron Man.

Her early childhood was like any other children born into a single-parent family who could afford one of the highest floors in the building. Her mother didn’t spoil her nor made poor attempts to fill in the void where her father should’ve been. Instead, to keep her occupied, she was enrolled in pre-kindergarten a year early and signed up for piano lessons.

Her later childhood was like any other HYDRA captive that was sculpted to be an asset. She was kidnapped as she was processing the murder of her mother. She was manipulated to think her earlier trainings were for her wellbeing, so she could finally see her father. She was tortured and experimented on to increase her value as an asset, with HYDRA going as far as replacing her hands with metal. She was wiped off of memories that made her vulnerable and human. She was brainwashed to carry out missions for the hollowed eyes playing god.

Her latest childhood had strayed far from the normalcy she had in her earlier years. Mostly because she now had the heavy weight of trauma on her shoulders. She had to relearn everything that made her human — and a child.

Reclaiming her birth name was easy. She was never attached to the names HYDRA bestowed her, so it was easy to let them go.

Adjusting to her new life was a little more challenging. HYDRA had deprived her of a lot of things throughout the years, so she had a lot to get used to.

Even now, four years after S.H.I.E.L.D. found her in an abandoned HYDRA base, she was still having trouble expressing her emotions.

Yet, as it seemed, she knew enough about effectively expressing her emotions to be dramatic.

"And do I have any say in this?" Agent Johan Collins’ arms were tightly crossed on her chest. In an instant, her doe eyes mimicked those of a fox. Calculating and hyperaware.

Director Nick Fury wasn’t fazed by the sudden change in the teenager’s demeanor. "No."

"Typical." A strong and suffocating wave of anger suddenly radiated off of her when she glared. "I never had a choice."

"Agent Stark—" Her new name felt foreign, as though it wasn’t hers to begin with. It rested uneasily on her head, like a crown that wasn’t meant for her in the first place.

Johan wiped her glare away with a short shake of her head. Once she regarded her superior again, her doe eyes were voids. The aura she radiated dropped a few degrees, but it still felt dangerous and sharp. "Is that all you need to talk to me about?"

Fury could only sigh. No one had seen her angry yet — and frankly, he didn’t want to witness it alone. "You may leave."

Johan Anastasia Stark, as her birth certificate identified her as, was a semi-stable, highly-skilled assassin who just reached her teenage years.

If that wasn’t bad enough, she also happened to be the daughter of one of the most dramatic and stubborn person Director Fury had to deal with.

Johan didn’t slam the door on her way out, like he presumably expected her to. Instead, she let the devil in.

"Stark, what are you doing here?"

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sunsets & silhouette dreams — mini-series masterlist

[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

johan anastasia is untraceable. fearing the worst (i.e. hydra taking back their riptide), her guardians and the avengers search in panic.

⚝༄ platonic!bucky barnes x original character, platonic!tony stark x original character

⚝༄ daughter!au, hydra experiment!au/hydra assassin!au, s.h.i.e.l.d. agent!au — each range has different warnings mentioned — predominantly angst

⚝༄ paragraph format — 4.6K words total

⚝༄ this is the sequel to ocean waves & faded dreams. i highly recommend reading that one first :] as ow&fd, this is a complete rewrite of classified files: compromised identity (its second half, specifically).

⚝༄ this is “lighter” than ow&fd when it comes to the plausibly traumatic elements, but please proceed with caution still.

⚝༄ crossposted on my AO3.

⚝ᝰ range ø

⚝ᝰ range i

⚝ᝰ range ii

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#third satellite #bucky barnes imagines #tony stark imagines #bucky barnes scenarios #tony stark scenarios #bucky barnes oneshots #tony stark oneshots #bucky barnes fics #tony stark fics #bucky barnes #tony stark #the white wolf #the winter soldier #iron man #marvel #mcu #avengers #platonic!bucky barnes x reader #platonic!tony stark x reader #tony stark x daughter!reader

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ocean waves & faded dreams — shore xii

johan comes back to borrow a jacket from sergeant barnes.

⚝༄ platonic!bucky barnes x original character (ft. platonic!tony stark x original character)

⚝༄ mentions of murder, kidnapping, human experimentation, torture, memory wipe, & brainwashing

⚝༄ paragraph format — 1.1K words

masterlist | ow&fd masterlist

[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

⚝༄ think everything in bold is in russian.

⚝༄ kinda crazy how the og ver only had 5 parts w ~5k words, but this one ended up w 13 parts && ~14k words. woa. this had been a wild ride, so thank you sm for reading! :]

The Avengers collapsed on the nearest furnitures as soon as they came back to reality. None of them noticed that barely any time had passed in the real world, even after they viewed years’ worth of memories. They were all exhausted, mental-wise, with the amount of information thrown at them seemingly all at once.

Johan Collins was the daughter of Dawn Collins, a disinherited heiress of a multimillionaire company. Her mother was murdered in front of her at the tender age of four. She was kidnapped by the same HYDRA agents that killed her mother and left in the care of Dr. Wilhelm Fischer.

Johan, presumably soon after her first memory wipe, was permanently housed in a HYDRA base. The experimentations and torture she went through worsened the longer she stayed in their mercy. She became more and more inhuman: without memories of her previous life, without emotions, and without compassion for others’ lives. HYDRA, for an unspecified reason, also replaced her flesh hands with bionic ones.

Johan befriended the Winter Soldier, the deadliest assassin there ever was, and even bestowed him a less terrifying nickname: Win. Despite the presumably frequent memory wipes and brainwashing they went through, she and her fellow assassin remained close nonetheless. The silver of humanity left within them was highly dependent on the other, especially if one was stripped off of their memories suddenly.

But perhaps, the most curious of all was Johan’s unyielding longing for the father she hadn’t met. And her apparent relation to the late genius inventor Howard Stark.

Everyone turned their attention to their resident genius. They didn’t have to confer, all understanding that there was only one plausible way for the kid assassin to be a direct descendant of the co-S.H.I.E.L.D. founder.

‘Stark’ was in English because it was name.

‘Stark’ was part of Riptide’s trigger because HYDRA was amused by the irony. A Stark by blood fighting for the enemies of her forebears with the mere mention of her own name.

Clever. Stark. Orphan.

Someone suddenly cleared their throat, effectively interrupting the trains of thought from leaving the station.

Not expecting anyone else to be in the room with them at this hour of night, the heroes all turned at the exact same second. And there, standing in the entryway, was the person they least expected to see.

It was none other than Johan Collins herself.

"Win— Sergeant Barnes." Before Agent Collins left, she asked the Avengers — particularly Steve — if she could keep the Captain America pajamas Natasha and Wanda dressed her in. When she left with Detective Jessica Jones with them still on, they all just naturally assumed she would go out in public with it. However, she apparently changed out of them sometime between then and now.

"You okay, Johan?" Bucky was seemingly unfazed by her sudden reappearance. Nor by her deliberate choice to address him directly without verbally acknowledging the others.

Johan briefly looked down to her new outfit. "I’m okay . . . physically." Her change of clothes was a short-sleeved romper, which put the scars on her arms and legs in display. Purely based on her body language, she didn’t appear to be uncomfortable with it — as if she was used to having majority of her scars out whenever she wasn’t in her S.H.I.E.L.D. gear. "I just need to borrow a jacket."

Bucky immediately moved to procure the jacket he hanged on the couch’s armrest when he arrived back. "Of course. It must be cold out."

"It is, but that’s not why I need a jacket for." They all saw her eyes swift over the room, presumably analyzing who was in the scene. "It helps if I physically feel lighter after an episode, but I don’t want people to call CPS on Jess." She moved her arms and legs slightly as if she was showcasing them to prove her point.

"Right. We can’t have that." The rest of the team watched closely in the sidelines as the two assassins conversed. As such, they were quick to notice the playful look that suddenly appeared at the corner of his eyes. "You know, you can always come live with me if ever that happens."

Johan had no problem catching his drift, reminding them once more how close they were. "Please," she playfully glared at him, "we’re a disaster waiting to happen together."

"What— We work well together," he faked offense. "Remember Romania?"

"You mean the mission where you— Win went all protective dad mode?" She scoffed softly, amused. Everyone noticed her effort to differentiate between the person she grew up with and the one currently standing before her, at least in terms of the address. "It wasn’t in his mission to be protective of me."

"It wasn’t," Bucky agreed, "but it was mine."

A ghost of a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her lips. However, as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared just as quick. It must’ve been a trick of the light.

Johan put on the leather jacket as soon as he handed it over. "Thank you." She looked back up to him after she finished adjusting its fit on her shoulders, "Not just for the jacket. For the star rubber band, too, and . . . for sharing your humanity with me."

"It was a two-way street."

Whatever sentimental mood was building in the air dissipated in an instant. She shook her head, "It couldn’t’ve been. All I had was a father I never met."

Some of the Avengers tried to decipher her expression. "We lived in ‘what-if’s then, so of course it counted." However, as a well-trained assassin, she only let her feelings be read whenever she wanted others to. And, at the moment, her face was void of any emotion. "Speaking of . . . you’ll meet him soon, wouldn’t you? You’ve asked S.H.I.E.L.D.."

"I’ve asked to see him, not necessarily to be introduced," Johan corrected. "I highly doubt he’d like an unpredictable, amnesiac assassin suffering from PTSD for a daughter."

They froze. Subtly, they all looked at Tony at the corners of their eyes. No one was certain if the echo was intentional in Johan’s part — or if it was the universe itself projecting. Whatever the case was, it still served as an additional confirmation no one really asked for.

Before anyone — including Bucky — could react, she quickly murmured something about how she "should probably go now" because she had already disturbed their day too long.

"Sergeant Barnes," Johan turned back around to give a mock, yet perfectly formed salute, "don’t die."

The Avengers were left watching Johan Collins’ back as she headed toward the elevator. No one registered yet that she never promised to return Bucky’s leather jacket — nor that she would see them around.

As if Johan knew they’d never cross paths again.

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percy, looking at the snacks medusa left on the table: “you think it’s safe to eat?”

grover: “percy, i’m not gonna lie to you, i’m really hungry, and i’m ready to take that chance.”

#third nebula #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #percy jackson series #percy jackson tv show #percy jackson spoilers #grover underwood #// #grover is me #i too would risk it for some food esp if i’m rlly hungry