#At least a joke on Thanos head

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Court baby i've waiting for this moment! I have this idea for a fic living rent free in my head. Its Frank x fem!reader. They were in a very cozy and confy moment when the snap happened and reader was blipped! You could write how Frank deald with those five years and with reader coming back. With a lot of angst moments and flufly and maybe spicy after she comes back. I would love if you accept this request! Thank you, I love you ❤️

i'm not gonna lie to you, the blip is my least favorite marvel storyline, but I love you so I put myself and frank through it just for you 🖤

I would say sorry that i'm about to emotionally wreck you but in my defense, you did ask for this so...enjoy or don't

warning: swearing, mentions of blood, violence, guns, & alcohol, heavy angst, very brief allusion to suicide (blink and you miss it) word count: 4.1k

the blip.

A split second. That’s how quickly Frank lost you. He turned his back for a second to refill his mug of coffee, and when he turned back around, you had vanished seemingly into thin air. At first he thought maybe you had gone back into the bedroom to grab a sweater or something. It had been a bit chilly in the kitchen, and you were always cold. But then a few seconds turned into a few minutes, and Frank didn’t hear any shuffling or soft footsteps. He didn’t hear anything at all. The crisp silence had an icy sense of dread trickling down his spine, and when he didn’t hear your sweet voice responding to his cautious calls of your name, he went into a full blown panic.

You were gone.

Year One.

This wasn’t happening again. It couldn’t be. There was no way he had survived losing Maria and the kids just to find you, to let your endless patience and irrevocable empathy fill the gaping void in his chest, only to lose you too. It had to be some kind of cruel joke. Frank didn’t consider himself a good man; he was well aware of and acquainted with his demons. But he didn’t deserve this.

Did he?

It was forty-eight hours before anyone even knew what happened. One giant asshole snapped his fingers, and half the universe’s population ceased to exist. Frank had stopped believing in God a lifetime ago, and he certainly didn’t believe in aliens or otherworldly creatures. He had seen first hand during his time in the Marines that mankind was the real monster. But it didn’t matter that he didn’t believe in it, because it happened, and not even the fucking Avengers could stop it. Hell, half of them were gone too.

Two weeks after the snap, news broke that Thanos had been killed, and that the Infinity Stones were destroyed, but the remaining members of the Avengers were trying to come up with a way to bring everyone back. For months Frank was glued to every news outlet, frantically waiting for even the smallest of updates. Anything was something. He refused to believe that the snap was permanent. The Avengers were going to find a way to bring everyone back. They had to. 

Your pillowcase had stopped smelling like your shampoo, and Frank found himself using it and your body wash just to keep your scent on the sheets. He burned your favorite candles and read your favorite books. He wouldn’t stay gone longer than fifteen minutes in case you finally came home. He wanted to be there when you did. Frank kept himself busy with little projects around the house, things that you had mentioned changing or updating that he had promised he would get around to and never did. Frank swore to himself when you came home, things would be different. 

He would take that trip you wanted to go on. He’d take you to the shelter to pick out a dog like you had been talking about. Maybe you two would finally start a family. Whatever you wanted, he’d give you. He’d find a way to give you the goddamn moon and every single star in the sky if you wanted them. 

As soon as you came home.

But then a year went by, and nothing had changed. The anniversary of the snap came and went, and everyone seemed to give up hope on bringing everyone back, or they just decided to move on and accept that no one was coming back.

But Frank couldn’t do that. He wouldn’t. He refused to believe you were really gone.

Year Two.

The worst part about the snap was that Frank couldn’t collect his vengeance in blood like he had with his family. The one who took you from him was already dead, and even if he hadn’t been, Frank had no way of reaching him. Thanos was a Titan, someone who was revered as a God to those that followed him, and Frank was just a man. A man poisoned with rage and an insatiable thirst for revenge. So, he did what he was good at. He punished. Even though half the universe’s population was gone, that didn’t mean there weren’t still monsters left on Earth.

Frank killed without mercy or prejudice. There was no sin too harmless for his wrath. His fists collided with skin and bone until there was nothing left but ivory fragments tainted crimson and torn flesh. He didn’t stop, not even when his destructive blows caused his own knuckles to crack. It had gotten to the point where he hardly reached for a gun anymore unless he absolutely had to. He preferred to use his hands or serrated steel. He wanted to inflict every ounce of pain that he felt inside on whoever was stupid enough to get in his way.

It was like he wasn’t even mentally present anymore. His conscience had been shut off somehow, and all that was left was a relentless killing machine. Whenever he ran out of targets in the city, he moved on to hunt in the next one, and the next one, and the next one. He lived primarily out of his van, or whatever dingy motel he came across on the road. He hadn’t stepped foot in your home in almost a year. He couldn’t. It was haunted by your memory, and he couldn’t desecrate the home you two had made together with what he had become.

You would be ashamed of him. You would be disgusted and horrified by the things he had done. That thought echoed in his head as he watched the water continue to run red while he stood under the weak spray of the shower head. He didn’t know what town or even what state he was in. He didn’t know what day of the week it was, or what month it was. He didn’t care. All he knew was that you were gone, and he had nothing left.

Nothing left but the white hot fury that infected his veins and had him seeking out blood like water in the desert.

Year Three.

Frank couldn’t visit you, not like he could Maria and the kids. He couldn’t even have the closure of burying you, because there wasn’t a body. There was no final resting place for you, and he didn’t think that was fucking fair. Today was your birthday, and Frank had been drowning himself in whiskey trying to dilute the painful memories that played in his head like a haunting home movie. 

The angelic sound of your voice as you read him whatever book your nose was buried in that week, your fingers slipping through his dark tresses while he laid his head on your chest and listened in pure content. The feeling of your soft lips on his heated skin and delicate noises of pleasure as your bodies connected like they were made for each other. Your melodic laughter, the silkiness of your skin, slow dancing in the living room with the moon acting as a spotlight. 

All the words he never said. All the promises he didn’t get to keep. All the dreams that wouldn’t come true.

Somehow Frank found himself in a church. He couldn’t remember the last time he stepped foot in one. Maybe it was Sunday school back when his parents still forced him to go. He had stumbled in, his heavy boots thudding along the aisle, the only other sound coming from the amber liquid sloshing around in the half empty bottle in his hand. He stopped when he got to the front, looking up at the stained glass depictions of angels, until his weary eyes landed on the savior that was nailed to the giant cross.

Frank glared at him for several minutes before hurling the half empty bottle right at the head of the statue, causing a firework explosion of shimmering shards of glass to rain over the altar and various candles that had been lit for loved ones that had passed on. His rough voice boomed throughout the empty space.

“You son of a bitch! Why didn’t you take me, huh? Why not me? She ain’t never done a goddamn thing wrong. I’m the one you want. I’m the one that deserves it. I’m the goddamn killer here, huh? I’m the fuckin’ Punisher. So you bring her back, and you take me!”

Frank started grabbing bibles from the pews and hurling them at the statue with all his strength. In his inebriated state, some of them flew right past the statue and knocked over other small figurines and candlesticks. He let out a guttural war cry every time he threw a new one, and by the time he ran out of steam, he was panting heavily, and tears had formed in his eyes.

Dropping to his knees, he looked up at the melancholic face of the statue that matched his own, and he did something he hadn’t done in years. 

He prayed.

“Please. Please, just bring her back. I’ll take her place…I won’t fight…just…just bring her back. I’m beggin’ you…I’ll do whatever it takes, alright? Just…you can’t…you can’t do this to me again. You can’t. I may deserve it, but she don’t…okay so just…just…”

Frank was tired. Three years without you was too long. He hadn’t been able to find the peace that he had found after Maria and the kids. He spent a year waging war on everyone, and it did nothing. He spent the last few months drowning himself in booze, and it didn’t help. Nothing helped, and there was nothing to keep him going. You were gone, and you weren’t coming back, so what the hell was he still getting out of bed every morning for?

Reaching into the pocket of his coat, Frank pulled out a revolver and stared down at it. There was only one bullet in the chamber, and it wasn’t meant for anyone but him. If God wouldn’t bring you back, then he would go to you.

As soon as he cocked the hammer, a familiar voice sounded behind him.

“You don’t wanna do that, Frank.”

Turning his head to look over his shoulder, Frank squinted his blurry eyes before turning back around, shaking his head with a dry laugh.

“You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me. Half the goddamn universe gets wiped out, and I get stuck with the fuckin’ altar boy.”

“Frank-”

“Mind your fuckin’ business, Red. Just cause there’s only one bullet in this chamber don’t mean I won’t handle your ass.”

Matt let out a deep exhale through his nose as he took a few cautious steps towards where Frank was on his knees in front of the altar.

“You’re drunk-”

“And you’re fuckin’ relentless. Go home.”

“Look, whoever you lost-”

“Whoever I lost? I lost everyone, Red!”

Matt didn’t flinch when Frank suddenly rose from his knees and stormed over towards him, his loud voice booming in the silence as they stood barely an inch apart. Matt cocked his head to the side slightly, his lips pursed as he grit his teeth.

“You think you’re the only one that’s lost everyone you’ve ever cared about, Frank?”

“Then what the hell are you waitin’ on, huh? You too much of a fuckin’ pussy to do it yourself, huh? That it? You need me to do it for you?”

Matt carefully reached out to place his hand on Frank’s arm, lowering the gun that was in his hand while he spoke in a calm voice.

“I don’t want to die, Frank. And I don’t think you want to either. You just want the pain to stop. But if you do this, it’s permanent, and you’ll never know if she came back.”

Frank shook his head and blew a puff of hot air out of his lips, his dark brows scrunching up in pure annoyance and frustration.

“She ain’t comin’ back-”

“You don’t know that. She’s not dead, Frank. She’s lost. Maybe she’s with Karen and Foggy. Frank, someone came down from another planet and wiped out half the universe. Is it so crazy to think that could be undone?”

The anger that was simmering inside Frank from Matt’s intrusion seemed to be burning through the alcohol in his system, and Matt’s question was igniting a tiny ember of hope that Frank wasn’t prepared to tend to. His body physically deflated as he dropped his head between his broad shoulders. There was a heavy tide of tears on his bottom lash line threatening to flood at any moment.

“Don’t do that.”

“You have to have faith, Frank-“

“I don’t, Red.”

“I do.”

Frank didn’t know when Matt managed to slip the revolver from his grasp, but he didn’t feel the weight of a permanent decision in his palm anymore. Matt had planted a tiny seed of hope, and what if’s were taking over Frank’s brain like wild ivy. 

What if there was a chance you could come back? Matt had a point, you weren’t dead. Not really. Even if the probability of it happening was one in a million, didn’t Frank owe you the same unwavering patience you had always shown him?

“Look Frank, just…give me a year. One year to show you things can be different. If you still want to make that call in a year, I won’t stop you. I’ll leave you alone. But Frank…you’ve gotten through this once before. You can do this again. If not for yourself, just try for her.”

A year. A year was nothing in the grand scheme of things. Frank had already been without you for three years now. 

What was one more?

Year Four.

Matt’s apartment was fucking obnoxious due to that goddamn billboard across the street, but it was better than the shitty motels Frank had been staying in. He still couldn’t step foot in the home he had shared with you. It had been three years now, and even though he wasn’t fully convinced you could come back, he couldn’t let it go. Everything that was you was there, and if he sold the house, that meant every trace of you and your existence was gone.

Matt had one rule for Frank staying with him; no killing. For a week, Frank lounged on the couch trying to figure out what to do with himself. He would start to read a book, but could never get more than a few pages because he remembered how much you loved to read, and then he would get stuck staring at the pages while memories of you played on loop in his head. There wasn’t a TV because Matt didn’t have use for one, and Frank didn’t care to watch anything anyway. It didn’t take long for Frank to go stir crazy. He had never been good at staying idle.

While Matt was out making the world a better place, Frank had managed to find a construction job. Busting down walls all day long allowed him to get his pent up anger out while not breaking Matt’s golden rule. Most days it felt like Frank was on autopilot. He woke up, went to the job site, smashed a sledgehammer through a wall until his hands bled, came home, tried to sleep, inevitably had a nightmare about losing you, and laid on the couch staring blankly up at the ceiling until the sun rose.

Every single day was a repeat of the last until they started to blur together. Frank didn’t speak to anyone at the job sites. He didn’t speak to anyone at all. Between Matt’s busy court schedule and his nightly patrols, they didn’t see each other often, and even when they were home at the same time, Frank still hardly spoke to him. He wasn’t sleeping, he barely ate, and on the days he had off, he didn’t leave the couch. He felt like a hollow shell of the man he used to be.

Matt knew what he was going through. Hell, he had been there himself after the second time he lost Elektra. He knew what it felt like to lose the person you loved most in this world, and that had happened to Frank twice now. He did his best to be patient, but after four months, he couldn’t take it anymore. Matt was fortunate that he’d had people that helped him combat his depression to find his way back to himself, but Frank didn’t have a soul in his corner.

Except for Matt. 

And even though Frank wasn’t shy about not wanting Matt’s help, Matt didn’t care. Frank could be stubborn, but he didn’t have the energy or the drive to match Matt’s stubbornness, and Matt used that to his advantage. He was relentless in pushing Frank to participate in life again. He purposely antagonized Frank, even if it meant being reduced to a human punching bag, because that meant Frank was still in there somewhere.

Matt started small in getting him out of the apartment, like guilt tripping Frank into joining him on trips to the grocery store.

“You’re not gonna help your blind roommate get groceries? You know, a lot of items don’t come with braille labels. So when I die because I accidentally put bleach in my coffee instead of creamer, you have to say nice things about me at my funeral.”

“You don’t need labels, Red. You got that goddamn bloodhound nose. Would you stop lookin’ at me like that? Jesus fuckin’ Christ, fine. Get your fuckin’ jacket and let’s go.”

After a while, he even managed to get Frank to join him at Fogwell’s from time to time.

“No wonder you became a goddamn lawyer. All you know how to do is fuckin’ argue, makes sense you made a livin’ outta it.”

“I’m not arguing, Frank. If we got in the ring, you would lose. That’s a fact. You don’t know how to box, you just know how to run at people and slam them into things. And you’re too bulky to move as fast as me. None of that is an argument, it’s a simple observation.”

“Why don’t you observe your ass in that ring so I can shut you the fuck up, Red.”

The more time they spent together, and the more Frank put in an effort to move forward one step at a time, the less empty he felt. The nightmares still came every so often, and there were days where the weight of your absence was too much for him to bear, but for the first time in four years, he didn’t feel so hopeless.

He could think about you without breaking down. He could see something that reminded him of you, and it warmed his heart instead of ripping it out. He had finally reached a point where he had slowly crawled out of the deep pit of grief that he had been digging for the past four years.

As much as he hated to admit it, Matt had helped him find a semblance of peace.

Year Five.

The sound of a dog barking caught Frank’s attention. He pulled his head out from under the hood of his truck, looking over at the grey and white pitbull that was standing a few feet away from the front door of the house you and Frank had lived in together that he’d finally moved back into six months ago. He glanced between the front door and the dog with his thick brows furrowed.

“What is it, Daisy?”

The dog turned her head when she heard Frank’s voice, the movement so fast it made her long velvet ears flop. She turned her attention back to the door and continued to bark. Something inside had caught her attention. Eyeing the front door warily, Frank rubbed his grease stained hands off on a small rag and walked over towards where Daisy was, kneeling down beside her to gently scratch that spot between her ears that she loved.

“Hey, shh shh shh. C’mon now, what’s got you so worked up, huh? What do you think is inside, huh? You smellin’ that-”

The sound of the front door opening caught Frank’s attention, and he instantly snapped his head in the direction of it. All of a sudden, his warm brown eyes went wide, and time seemed to freeze in that very moment. 

“Sweetheart?”

His quiet whisper was dripped in disbelief. There you were, looking exactly the same as the day you had vanished, looking between Frank and Daisy with an expression of surprise and perplexment.

“Frank?”

God, your voice. It had been five years since he had last heard it. That was all the confirmation he needed that this was real. You were real. You were really home. 

Without wasting a second, Frank stood and ran over towards you, tears filling up his eyes as he wrapped his arms around your frame and hugged you as tightly as physically possible. His heart was thrashing against his ribcage, and he was terrified this was just a vivid dream, but then he inhaled the scent of your shampoo intermingled with your perfume, felt your hands gently pressing against his back, and heard your soft angelic laughter.

“Frankie…baby…you’re crushing me.”

Frank pulled back only slightly, bringing his large hands up to cup your face to study your features, taking in every single inch of you. He caught the way you frowned softly, looking up at him in pure concern when thick tears streamed down his cheeks. You lifted your hand to delicately brush them away with the featherlight touch of your fingers.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“You’re really here.”

“Of course I’m here. Where else would I be? Baby, why are you so upset?”

As you ran your hands through his long grown out curls, a crease of bewilderment nestled in between your brows when you took in his appearance.

“Wait…what happened to your hair? It was just short five seconds ago…and you didn’t have a beard. How…how did you do that? And when did we get a dog? Frank, what-”

Five seconds ago. 

Is that all it was for you? Frank could see the visible disorientation on your delicate features, and he had a lot of questions of his own, but right now nothing mattered but you. He leaned in and captured your lips in a deep kiss, pouring every emotion he had felt in the past five years into it. He kissed you like the world could end at any moment, because for him it did the day you vanished.

When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours and let out a deep exhale of relief.

“You…you were gone, sweetheart. You were gone a long time…a long goddamn time.”

“Gone? What-”

“I’ll explain everythin’, I promise. Just…just give me a minute, please. Just let me hold you for a minute, can you do that for me, baby? Please?”

Frank had always been able to read you like a book, and he could tell by the look in your eyes that you weren’t just confused. Hearing you had been gone for a long time infused you with a sense of panic and uncertainty. But you trusted Frank, and you knew whatever hard truth he was going to tell you, he wouldn’t let you go through it alone.

“Okay.”

As Frank embraced you again, you suddenly felt a pair of paws on your back. Glancing over your shoulder, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the happy dog wagging its tail while looking between you and Frank. Reaching down, you gently pet the side of her face with a soft smile.

“Hi there, precious.”

“Daisy.”

Glancing up at Frank, your lips parted slightly when Frank told you her name. A soft smile covered his lips, the first smile to do so in five years. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear slowly.

“You always said if we got a dog and it was a girl, you wanted to name her Daisy.”

Tears welled up along your bottom lash line as you looked up at Frank, a gentle smile covering your lips. After a moment, you glanced away from Frank to look at Daisy again, letting out a soft laugh.

“I’ve waited a long time to meet you, Daisy.”

Frank gave your waist a light squeeze, leaning in to press a soft lingering kiss to your cheek.

“And we’ve been waitin’ a long time for you. Welcome home, sweetheart.”

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M.I.A. Homelander X Reader X Steve Roger

Title: Missing In action

Pairings: Homelander X Reader, Steve Rogers X Reader, Dark Steve x Reader, Dark Homelander x reader [Crossover]

Summary: You were an avenger, one of the more magic ones. People called your name in excitement and felt safe being around you, then thanos happened… when you weren’t snapped and after a police call you were somewhere else. Now all you know is there is a man with a cap calling himself Homelander calling himself “Americas Hero” and the world is different… is it isn’t so bad though.

I made this is 2022, It’s been sitting in my drafts for that long… so yeah!

[Part One] -> [Part Two]

It was overwhelming at times. Cameras in your face after a mission were you were left battered and bruised, nevertheless you smiled, you gave a proud smile to the reporters reporting. They had risked things coming here did it make your job harder, yes, the helicopters flying around while you try and fly. It added pressure to keep people in the air safe. At least you weren’t Steve, they made him do dumb shit, like that time he was in a Detention video spouting nonesense. You job was only to keep people safe. People may offer you movie rolls but you always decline, you weren’t an actor your a hero. Even if declining meant buying an okay-ish apartment with a broken Landry machine. You weren’t a millionaire, just a lady with the power to say “bang” and a mans head would explode if you wanted to. Even then, you had the option to live in Tony’s tower. Maybe then some random wouldn’t show up ever week looking to kill you. A sigh left your lips as you looked down at the TV, Thanos killed half the population and vanished. That is what’s in the News again. Men lost daughters, mothers lost sons but everybody lost someone. Even so it still stung he wouldn’t pick up your calls, you wanted to shout at him ‘your not dead yet and neither am I! stop ignoring me before one of those things change!’ Missions still came in, unsteady but they did come in.

“Maybe I should get a real job, part time.” You mumbled to yourself while you stared at the TV. Everyone you ever knew had distanced themselves or been snapped, maybe getting out would be good… people have been starting to expect that this is life, ‘maybe thanos was right my gym has been less crowded lately!’ Kinda people, jokes that might not be jokes anymore.

You still think about it, maybe he was right. It was horrible, you know. So many people lost and yet you didn’t lose anyone significant, Bucky of course but you were only just starting to get to know him… Steve maybe but you could still see him, feel him breathe, he didn’t get snapped. He was just distance, like he wished he did get snapped…

Witch hurt…

You didn’t have a family, friends outside of the avengers, hell you never had a boyfriend before Steve. How could you? Caged and trained like a dog, feed needles and pills like food. Given faces and names to quietly kill, you never had your own name till the avengers… Y/N… it was a nice name though. you named yourself off the first person you ever killed, you didn’t know if they would ever have agreed but they were dead… so it didn’t matter.

Steve and therapy, You remembered. Keep breathing don’t think about it. Or maybe it was think about it regret is good? Your therapist had been snapped so it’s been a while. The police called you once in and while about cases. Maybe answering back wouldn’t suck? You were lonely and bored, nothing to do then unsteady mission that lacked any sort of life.

Grabbing your phone you called a man. He was your contact to the police, you could never remember titles or anything like that but he was pretty high up.

“Thank god you called, you use to be so active I was starting to worry you got snapped too.” He joked, people cope with humor, you know that. Still, it irritated you that you and your friends put your life on the line and failed only to be joked about by people who didn’t know anything. Nevertheless, you gritted your teeth and held your tongue. “More and more people are disappearing. We think it may be an aftershock effect of some kind.”

“I doubt it.” You mumbled to yourself, he didn’t hear you and went on about the investigation. A group of people who agreed with Thanos’s ideals has been here and there, left and right. They think a select group talking it too far and hurting or making more people disappear. That sounded more likely, he told you about peoples corpses. Looked like they had been shot with high power lasers, or they’re heads have been smashed in. They had a certain person in custody, maybe if you worked with them you could find a way to undo the snap? That’s what the officer proposed anyway. You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone, you would be their for the interview is what you told them.

You should call Steve. This looked like such an important case, he had to know people were making more people disappear… it could lead to something. He would want to know.

So you did call him. He didn’t answer, instead you were greeted by the all so familiar call after the beep speech. It was nicer then actually speaking to him nowadays, though. “Heya, it’s Steve. Leave a uh… voicemail..? After the beep? Did I do that right?” You’d hear him call to someone in the background, “yeah, other then forgetting what a voicemail was called.” You heard your own distant voice greet you, “Steve you have to-“ you were the last thing you hear as the beep signalled the end of the recorded ‘can’t get to you’ message.

A sigh left you when you realized you’d have to speak now, “Hey Steve, the police called me and they have a case of more disappearing people. A group of Thanos supporters popped up making even more people disappear.” You paused, “I think it’s something you’ll be interested in, might lead to something, heh… listen, I miss you, it’s been so long since we’ve spoken. I… can’t…” your voice trailed off, you breathed in deciding not to do this over a call. “Anyway, call me when you get this. Can’t make it too long.”

That’s right. You couldn’t keep the police waiting… So you grabbed your bag and left. Off to the police station.“Hey, we put the suspect in the interrogation room.” The man spoke, he opened the door to a standard interrogation room. Blue walls, four barely cushioned chairs and a table in the middle closet to a wall. The suspect looked like a regular man. You frowned.

This all felt too… cultish? It made you uncomfortable, the look in his eye. He looked at you like you were a god among men.

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[mara-tevith-solo]

It Takes Two

This is my second failed attempt to do a short, simple one-shot for this guy, Jeez Louise. Enjoy! Part 1, Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Pairing: Eventual Miguel O’Hara x Enhanced ex-Avenger Reader

Warnings: They’re idiots, full dance around your feelings and gaslight yourself about them idiots, injury, blood, violence, mention of miscarriage, Concussion Confessions, Mayday being a cutie pie, Peter B being the Dad, use of Spanish as a none-native speaker but i tried finding actual Mexican Spanish terms 

Rated: PG-13 but still, please no minors

Words: 1.6k+

Miguel O'Hara was an enigma. At least to you he was. To everyone else he was stern, stoic, even unpleasant and harsh. To you he was... different. It's hard to ever imagine the man as soft, but with you he very much was. He was always making sure that you were alright, that your workload wasn't more than you could comfortably handle, that your mental and physical health stayed a priority to you. He even went out of his way to make sure you never skipped a meal, especially when you were so thrown into a project that you forgot what day it was.

You weren't even supposed to be there, in the Spider Society. You weren't a Spider-Person. You were an enhanced ex-Avenger from Earth-199999 that he'd... taken pity on? You weren't even sure why he'd initially invited you to join the Society. No one was, not even Lyla. You just knew that he had a habit of seeking out your proximity, even if neither of you said a word.

"Y/n! There you are! Get suited up! Boss man needs you on deck!" Peter B materialized in front of you as you worked on a random engine you'd found lying around, earning a small yip and a quick juggling of the wrench you'd been using. Mayday found it entertaining at least, giggling her cute little cheeks off and clapping her little hands.

"B, you're lucky I like your kid, 'cause sometimes I'd like to sucker punch you whenever you scare me." You were joking, of course, and he knew it too, chuckling as he stroked May's fiery mane.

"Oh no. Can't have me face the consequences of my own actions. That would end the world!" His sarcasm kept her little giggles going as he lifted her high in the air. You couldn't name the intense emotion blooming in your chest in that moment, it was consuming and aching, like a sailor's widow looking for him to return every day up on a windy cliff. It felt like something was getting sucked through your chest as your gaze on the little toddler turned melancholy. Peter B was many things, and surprisingly observant was definitely one of them, though he had more than enough practice when Mary Jane was pregnant. He knew longing when he saw it, and he'd seen it on you more than once when interacting with Mayday, though he could swear they were getting less frequent and less intense the more time you spent with his little bundle of joy. He knew your life hadn't been all sunshine and roses, he knew that you'd once been expectant of your own little bundle, but Thanos had brutally taken that from you to hurt your then husband. And when you thought no one was looking, he saw the glances you centered on Miguel. "They're gonna be ready to go here soon, so you should get a scuttle on." He hinted with a warm half-smile.

You snapped out of your daze with a solid nod, offering the Spider and Spiderling a warm smile before quickly making your way to Miguel's office, where you knew that the tall futuristic man liked to start from. It didn't take you long to get there, your mask in hand as his gaze found you over the heads of the others, warming to a garnet shade from its usual intense ruby "Now that we're all here, we need to get a move on. Remember, we're dealing with two different Doc Ocks this time." Everyone nodded to him in understanding, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer before a portal appeared with a deep thrum.

The city on the other side was in chaos, several flipped and destroyed cars on fire, people running and screaming in all directions, understandably so. Jess already had wheels on the ground, waiting for you as you hopped on the back and crouched, ready for her to slingshot you at the closest adversary. Your Volto mask suddenly felt claustrophobic, cutting off part of your peripheral vision, but right then wasn't the time to fix it. The click of the gearbox was your only warning that you were about to be catapulted, Jess bringing the bike down to neutral as she kicked out the backend right as you jumped, sending you sailing through the air and into an Ock who looked like he'd come straight from a silent hill horror film. He cried out in frustration as you latched onto him, immediately dodging his bladed mechanical arms, coated in fresh blood as you began scrambling to disable the arms. "Get off of me you halfwit!" He snarled at you with a voice like gravel and grit, the flash of his teeth reminding you of a shark's.

"Not until you stop rampaging in the wrong Universe, genius!" You snapped back, ducking wildly to avoid getting scalped. Other Spiders joined you, red and white webs trying to take control of his arms so that you could work in relative peace. You had the tip of your knife in the neural link, prying it out of his flesh as he began crying in pain and fear, his arms whirring and snapping frantically, trying to get to you. A strangled cry was your only warning before something solid hit you like a freight train, sending you flying away from the fight, a weird pressure just under your right collarbone, one that simultaneously stung and felt cold. You didn't have time to contemplate why as your back made hard contact with a concrete pillar, knocking the breath from your lungs without mercy as you fell the short distance to the ground.

Your ears were ringing so loudly you almost forgot what sounds were, your eyelids too heavy to work properly as you struggled for breath. You were in pain, bone deep, radiating pain that made you want to curl into a ball and sleep for a year as you laid there on your side in the dirt. You tried getting up on your hands and knees in a bid for air and to relieve some of the pain, your ears still ringing and your eyes barely opening, but blinding, shooting pain on the right side of your chest stopped you in your tracks. You could hear someone shouting, you couldn't hear what they were saying as your fight for air became more desperate, something rattling in your chest with every attempt. Your eyes finally opened fully as hands made contact, large warm hands that helped to center you against the pain. Miguel was crouched over you, his mask still in place but you could see the panic in the eyes of it "...'me on! You can do it, Y/n! Just one breath." You were shocked at how panicked he sounded as the ringing dissipated, but your body obeyed, sucking in a ragged, greedy lung full of air before repeating the process over and over. "Good, good. Buena chica."

You watched as he shrunk in on himself, taking big breathes of his own, his relief clear "Miguel..." You breathed, licking your lips under your mask "did we..."

"We got 'em." He nodded, one of his hands petting your hair "Let's get you back home." He was gentle as he picked you up, cradling you as close to his chest as he could, not letting anyone take you when they offered. He was adamant that none of them could see how afraid to lose you he'd suddenly been, how afraid that he had lost you he'd been. He couldn't stop that small vibrating purr he made as your head tucked itself in the crook of his neck, his hands clutching you closer in silent response. He felt guilty, like absolute shit, that you'd gotten hurt because his web had snapped, that little voice that liked to reside in the back of his mind telling him that you needed to go back to your Universe and stay there, that you'd be safer there. But the more rational part of him reasoned that at that moment, he needed to focus on getting you to medical, getting you better. He'd deal with the after later. "Stay awake, Cielo. Need you to stay awake right now." He could feel your breathes beginning to deepen, feel you relaxing into him more than you should have as he stepped through the portal.

"'M so tired, Mig." You mumbled your argument, nuzzling your masked face deeper into his neck "'N you're so comfy."

Any other situation he would have found somewhere comfortable for him and taken a nap with you, held you the entire time. But you were hurt, concussion was too heavy a possibility for him to just let you rest "No, come on, Y/n. You need to stay awake a bit longer. We're almost there." He let his concern and fear temper his tone, trying to get your hurt brain to understand the severity of the situation.

"You worry too much, Mig." You hummed softly, your filter long gone and your ability to worry about it gone with it "You should relax, you're so pretty when you smile." He couldn't feel your dopey little smile, but he could certainly hear it, feel how it made his heartrate spike wildly. His mind felt frozen, unable to fully process that you at the very least liked his smile.

"You're delirious." He huffed as he quickened his pace, trying to pass off your words as just concussed nonsense.

"Maybe," You conceded "but it doesn't change the fact that I've had the biggest crush on you this past year." He wondered, in his stuttering thoughts, if you realized that you were admitting all of that to him, if you were aware of what that mouth of yours was doing.

He was relieved as he passed the threshold of the Medical Wing, several Spider-Doctors rushing to take you from him "We'll talk about this when you're better, Cielo. Until then, survive." Without another word he was passing you to the nearest medical professional and watching as they whisked you away as quickly as possible, talking in medical jargon that he couldn't fully understand.

#miguel o'hara x reader #Spider-Man 2099 x reader #miguel o'hara #across the spider-verse #Avenger reader

[natsglorifiedsimp]

… so I had this thought… it’s probably a terrible one, but I figured I’d put it out there. If you like it, you can write it. If you don’t like it, just ignore this ask lol

Prompt: mother!natasha and daughter!reader………. on vormir.

“Thanos left with the stone, without his daughter.” Natasha states.

Y/n whispers, “…now you have to leave without yours.”

Can't live without you

This prompt is amazing and it gave me ideas, thank you anon <3. And this is my first ask so yes I'm gonna write it.

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@diaryoflife @xxromanoffxx @simp-erformarvelwomen and to the amazing anon who requested this I love you

Since the snap, everything scattered into nothing. Life suddenly felt lacking. The joy, the crowded rooms, the love and happiness that was shared from one person to another was suddenly gone just in a snap of a finger.

But at least you have your mom right? She's there every day trying to assure you that someday everything will be fine, that the world is still the same even if half of the people were gone.

But it's not the same.

Even if your mom tells you how it's fine. How she acts that she got it all together. You know deep down she was not okay. That she's trying to hold on to everything.

You are an Avenger. She is too.

You didn't even know if the Avengers still exists. Sure your mom still communicates with Carol, Steve, Rocket, and the others but there was barely anything else to do.

The constant looking of your mom at the security of the compound that you know was unnecessary cause it barely had any interaction with any of it. Your mom always finds anything she could fix even tho some of it was a natural occurrence.

Those were the signs that she was trying to hold on because of that you had hoped too.

You and your mom became the glue that stick with the Avengers. You both pulled on the strings the others were trying to let go. You both won't let go no matter how much it burns your hands and your mind trying to tell you to just move on and set them free.

But you both cant.

So when they found a solution. You and your mom were ecstatic. The strings that you both tried to pull were now coming closer. The Avengers were back again to save the world.

You and your mom were both assigned to Vormir. Your mom and Uncle Clint were paired up but you insisted on switching places with him. So Clint went with Cap, Tony, Bruce, and Scott instead.

You were breathless hiking at this freaking high peak mountain. And you thought that was the hardest part but it wasn't.

When this red muscular system man said the words "A soul for a soul" you manage to scoff at how ridiculous his face and what he claims to be the only way to get the stone.

"This is ridiculous ma" you scoffed, eye-rolling at the red-faced man who looked at you with the ugliest stare. "You don't actually believe this shit" you stared at your mom who gave you a glare.

"Sorry for cussing" you shrugged. "But I mean maybe he's lying, right? Or maybe he's she? I don't know!" You exclaimed, honestly you didn't think it was a lie this was one of your nervous rambling. The hanging jokes that were one of them.

"No y/n, he's not lying" your mom murmured. She was rather calm or was it just a facade?

She walked toward you and held your hands. She traced your arms up unto your shoulder and to your head. Encouraging you to rest your forehead on hers.

"Thanos left with the stone, without her daughter" your mom muttered. Was she deciding for you? You know what the next sentence would be. You know she'll sacrifice herself. Her voice was more of a decision than a debate. Her eyes bore into yours telling you how much she loves you.

You looked at her with the same determination. You'd rather die than to see her die.

"Now you have to leave without yours" you whispered. With a quick and firmed motion, you pinned your mother down, causing the redhead to gasp at the impact. Her eyes blurred for a moment and she sees you running to the cliff. Once her vision cleared she aimed her widow bites at your back and hits you bullseye causing you to fall and spasm.

Natasha immediately got up and wasted no time running to the cliff. She leaped at the edge and closed her eyes bracing for the impact but much to her dismay you jumped with her.

You both whirled at the air and with a swift motion, you attached a harness to her back and aimed at the cliff. The abrupt stop made both of you hit the rocks of the cliff and at one minute you slipped into your mother's hold and hung with one hand to hers.

Your mother grasps you with a tight hold. She looked at the harness and realized it was very well attached.

"Damn you" she breathed. She was always proud that the Avengers find you much better than the ex-assassin. You were more precise and calculated. She always bragged about how you could beat her but right now she hated the fact that you had beaten her. You smirked at her and looked down at the ground.

"Mama, let me go" you uttered. Nat shooked her head in disapproval. You saw how her eyes held anger, protest, and distress. You gave her your best smile. That smile reminded her of your first smile when you were a baby. That smile was what gave her hope and right now it gave her anguish that she didn't wanna feel.

"No y/n/n, you can't leave me" she protested, her voice was low, and she swallowed the lump in her throat. "I can't live without you okay?"

"And I can't live without you" you breathed out. You holding on to your mom were straining your arm. And the gravity was pulling you down. You needed to let go.

"It's okay mama. You can stop holding on now" you assured her. You looked down at the bottom again and up to your mom. Your eyes and hers were both filled with unshed tears.

"I love you" you whispered and with a last push, your hands slid on your mother's hold. Even falling you smiled at her to convince her that you weren't worried, that it was okay.

The last thing you saw and heard was your mother's scream and her scrambling at the harness trying to catch you but it was useless you were gone.

She blinked and the scene was new. She looked around trying to see if it was a nightmare but it was not. The stone proved it.

Your mom held the stone close to her chest. Crying in agony. You were gone and she didn't say she loved you too. She loved you with all her heart. There were many things she wanted to tell you. She needed to tell you that you were her hope, her reason to live and to thrive. And she can't do that without you.

She wanted to see you grow. To see you get married to a boyfriend or girlfriend. She wanted to spend every birthday you had. She wanted you to be here.

She never felt this pain before. The pain that she heartfelt seeing you fall. It was constricting and unbearable. She never felt guilt like this before. She wanted to be swallowed by the ground, to be gone and be with you instead.

She came back at a time without you. She didn't see you in a minute. She lost you in a minute.

The team won and made sure all the sacrifices were worth it.

They won but at what cause?

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[shelbgrey]

Whatever it takes(Clint barton)

Paring: Clint Barton x reader

Summary: clint barton and his wife are in charge of the soul stone. Only one will be able to return home.

"three groups, six stones" Steve stated. I stood next to my husband Clint kinda zoned out. I was scared shit-less to say the least I looked over to my brother Scott and slightly smiled. He simply smiled and gave me a reassuring smile.

"you'll bring that back in one piece, right?" Rocket said to Clint bring me back to reality. I looked down at the raccoon. He had his arms crossed eyeing Clint as he held on to Peter Quil's ship. I knew it was important to Rocket. "we'll take care of it Rocket" I said softly. Clint looked over to my and grabbed my hand. He gave it quick squeeze as Bruce started up the time machine.

"see you all in a minute" I smiled.

"take care of my sister Clint" Scott said pointing at the two of us. "we'll be fine Bugs"

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We climbed up the mountain as dust and snow flew everywhere. The closer up we got the colder and heaver the snow fell on our shoulders. When we made it the top the place was diserted. It was quite and and dark clouds surounded the top. "clin-" I whispered but he cut me off. "shhh" he said pulling out one of his arrows.

"Clint and (y/n) Barton" a voice said. Clint quickly took his place in front of me and loaded his bow. I quickly pulled out my sword.

The figure came into view. He was floating and was covered in a black clok and hood. "I am keeper of the soul stone"

"oh good just tell us where it is and we'll be on our way" I spoke trying to sound stern.

"to retrieve the stone you must give up the thing you love most." the keeper said. "a soul for a soul"

I sat on the rock taking the little information we were given. Clint was placing back and forth and giving of sarcastic remarks to the keeper.

"maybe this is just all a load of shit... Maybe he just lying" he spoke kneeling In front of me and placed his hand on my knee. I shook my head.

"I don't think so... when Thanos left this place he left with the stone but not his daughter... It's not a coincidence" I said standing up. "whatever it take.. Remember?"

"yeah.. Whatever it takes" he mumbled refusing to make eye contact.

"if we don't get that stone millions of people stay dead" I spoke looking into his eyes. Clint looked down at me with misty eyes. Then nodded. "then I guess we both know who's it's gotta be"

I nodded and took Clint's hand intertwining out fingers. "I guess we do" I whispered and squeezed his hand tightly and looked down at his black wedding ring. Clint then tilted his head to the side making eye contact. "I'm being to think we're think off different people here... Little bird" he said using the Nickname he gave me long ago and it was the first I've heard it in five years. It was a comfort and It reminded me of all I'm fighting for.

"the last five years.... Actually all my life I've been trying to fix things from back when I was stealing things with my brother to now.. Now we have a chance to bring everyone back." I told him. And he shook his head.

"don't get all decent on me now"

"I'm trying to save your life you idjit" I said placing my hands on his chest trying to push him away. "well I don't want you too... How's that" he spoke.

"if I do this you can have the chance to live the life you always wanted" I said my voice cracking. I felt my heart race and the fear of him getting in my way increased.

"the life I always wanted is with you!" he slightly shouted as a tears started to pool in his eyes "and if anyone is getting home to our daughter it's gonna be you"

"Clint please..." I cried. "let me be the hero you think I am"

Clint sighed and placed his hand on my cheek. "your a real pain in my ass you know that" he joked. "you love me for it" I chuckled but It ended with a quiet sob.

My smile was cut short by him placing a soft kiss to my lips. "okay" he whispered against my lips. He kissed my lips one more time then pulled away fully.

"alright you win"

Clint quickly moved closer and slammed me to the ground stopping me from going anywhere. "tell our daughter I love her" he said and started to run towards the edge of the cliff. Before he could get to far and grabbed his ankles and pushed him to his back. I quickly stood up and looked at him on last time. "tell her your self...and take care of her" I quickly turned to were the edge of the mountain was and started running. I soon fell to the ground again by one of his stupid exploding arrows.

As being to stand up I watched Clint jump and actually get over the edge. "no!" I quickly ran after him and grabbed his hand to try and pull him up but I was pulled down too. Our fall was cut short by one of his grappling hook arrows and held on to me for dear life. "hang on baby... Please just hang on" he sobbed as he tried to figure out how to get me back up safely. I did as I was told and held on.

"Clint.." I spoke softly. Clint quickly shook his head and kept trying to pull me up to his body. "Damnit hang on-"

"Clint" I spoke again. "no, please no I can't loose you" he cried looking down at me and refusing to let go. "Clint it's okay... It's okay" I said giving him my best smiled.

"I Love You Hawk, never forget that" I said. Placed my boots on the side of the mountain and pushed off making Clint loose his grip of me. "no!" was the last thing I heard before the feeling of falling consumed me before things went black.

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(Clint's pov)

"did we do it? Did it work?" Scott asked excited. "(n/n) we did it!" her voice didn't respond. Scott looked around and his smile fade as he watched me stomp of the time machine with tears running down my eyes.

"Clint where's (y/n)? Where's my sister" Scott asked. I only squeezed my eyes shut and fell to my knees. Nat quickly wrapped her arm around my shoulder and hugged me tight.

"Damnit!" Scott shouted and threw his helmet a crossed the room.

I didn't say much the rest of the day. We ended up at the dock of the compound. I had my back to everyone else muffling out there conversation I till Tony's question made me perk up.

"Scott, did you and (y/n) have any other family?" Scott didn't answer so Steve butted in. "yeah us"

"what are you doing?" Thor asked coming up behind Tony. "I just asked a question" Tony whispered and looked over to me.

"yeah, no your acting like she's dead, why are we acting like she dead?" Thor asked Tony and Steve.

"we have the stones right? As long as we have the stones Cap, we can bring her back" Thor said more frantically and started to break down himself. The two weren't very close but you could tell Thor did very much care about (y/n). They all did.

She was like the rock of the team and always put us before herself. She loved every single one of us and always made sure we were okay rather it be eating a proper meal, getting enough sleep, or being patched up and healthy after a mission. She wore her heart on her sleeve and the heart of gold she had was one of many reasons I fell in love with her.

"we can't bring her back" I whispered for the first time. The Team looked at me and tears slowly fell down my cheek. I clintched my fist roughly and eyed my black wedding ring she picked out for me. "what?" Thor mumbled.

"it can't be undone" I repeated and looked at Natasha. Nat looked down and crossed her arms.

"look I'm sorry, no offense but your a very earthy being" Thor said. I really did want to punch him. All the anger, sorrow, and guilt that was all jamed packed inside of me was fighting to get out. "we are talking about space magic" Thor started up again. "and 'cant' seems to be a little definitive don't you think?"

"yeah look I know I'm way out of my pay rate here but she isn't here, is she?" I said getting angry. "that's my point" Thor mumbled and refused to look at me.

"it. Can't. Be. Undone!" I said more stern. "or at least that's what the big red floating guy had to say. Maybe you want to go talk to him" I shouted. "yeah go grab your hammer and you go fly over there and you go talk to him" I shouted trying to control my tears. "Clint.." Natasha whispered and put her hand on my shoulder.

"God Damnit it was supposed to be me!" I shouted and crumbled to the ground and fell on my butt. "she sacrificed her self for that fucking stone, she put her life on it!" this time I herd Bruce snap. Bruce picked up the bench he was next to and snapped it in half and threw it across the lake. Bruce and her were best friends. They looked out for each other and had the same friendship I had with Nat.

"how am I supposed to tell (daughter's name)? How can I tell her that her mom's not coming home" I cried as Nat wrapped her arms around me and held me tight.

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(your pov)

My body jolted awake and air was was running smoothly through my body. My throat felt like it was on fire and my body aced. When I tried to set up I noticed I couldn't go anywhere. I was trapped in endless darkness.

"help!" I shouted which only made my throat feel worse. My voice scratched and squeaked as I started banging on the box I was in. I threw one more punch and heard the wood from the box creek. I decided to start pushing and as I did sharp pieces of dirt and grave fell on my face and into my eyes.

"come on-" I was cut off my the lid opening and a pile of dirt covered me drowning me.

I closed my eyes and used me nails and the little straight I had to pull me up to were there was light. My body felt like it was being pulled through a taffy puller as I clawed at the brown and green grass and dirt from the land I was trying to get on top of. When I successfully made it out I slammed my self on the nature filled area. The sun blazed down at me and my back started get soaked from the dirt and wet grass I was laying on.

When heart beat finally got to a normal pace and I started to breath regular I rolled over and sat on my knees. And looked around. All I saw was browns and greens. I was out in the middle of a forest and in the middle nowhere. It was hot and wet around were I was at and it felt like the sun just made its life goal to annoy me.

As I stood up my knees wobbled and my lungs heaved as I got cought in a coughing fit. I walked down the empty road clenching my chest as walked to nowhere in particular. I didn't know where I was out or even how to get back home. It seemed I didn't know anything and my memory was very fuzzy from the last time I was with Clint and the team

I sighed in relief when I saw a run down gas station. There was no one there and it looked deserted but I could care less if it had water and food I'm happy. I worked up the strength I had and sprinted to the front door. I frantically knocked on the door but no one responded. "hello?" I said my voice getting horse again. I sighed and wrapped my hand on my flannel and broke the glass window that was in the door. I took my hand out of my shirt and reached through the hole I made and unlocked the door. I slowly walked in. It was quite the only sound was heard was the soft humming of the fridges and the small cracking of glass being crushed under my Converse covered feet.

I sighed and rushed to the fridge that kept all the water bottles. Quickly grabbed one and practically broke the lid taking it off. The first one was luke warm but it was gone in seconds. I pressed my back against the fridge and slowly slid down it drinking the next one a little slower than the first one. I let out a breath and tilted my head back feeling the water and sweat drip off my face. Getting tired of the sticky feeling I slowly walked to the bathroom and splashed water on my face. I quickly cought the drops of water in my flannel and wiped my face.

I slowly stood up straight and carefully peaked through the material afraid to see how bad I look. I uncovered my face fully and studied myself. My face was thinner and the blue hair diy was fully faded and my hair was its original brown. I looked thinner and weaker than the last time I looked in the mirror. I tilted my head to the side and noticed something red peaking under the sleeve of my shirt. I quickly pulled the fabric up and saw a red burn the shape of a hand print. I sighed and checked the other the shoulder. I saw the same thing. I pulled my sleeve down left the bathroom and walked into the main area of the station.

as I started to munch on a bag of chips I noticed the news paper that was slightly crumbled. I read the date and gasped. "I've been gone for 8 months?" I whispered to myself. 'I needed to get home' I thought. I looked over to the cash register and sighed feeling guilty as I opened it and pocketed most of the change and took at least five of each dollar bill. I sighed and quickly went out side looking for a pay phone.

When I found it I practically ran into the door trying to get to the phone as fast as possible. I quickly dialed scott's phone. "come on Bugs"

"hello?" he answered. His voice sounded horse and broken.

"Scott, its me" I quickly said and looked out the window of the phone booth being aware of my surroundings.

"who's me?" he said sounding a little frustrated.

"Scott it's (y/n)" I said and the line went dead. I quickly dialed again. "okay who is this really because I don't find this funny" he spoke his voice getting lower and angrier.

"Scott I promise it's me"

"don't call this number again" he said and hung up. "Damnit Scott!" I growled before slamming the phone back in its place. I hit my forehead on the wall of the booth a couple of time then noticed a old car. I quickly got out of the small box and ran to the vehicle. It was an old dented vw beatle. I quickly hot wired it and got it started. I praised God and started to race down the empty dirt road.

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After hours of driving the roads and streets started to get familiar. I sighed in relief as the familiar building and skyscrapers came into view. I thanked God as sped the car up and raced to my brother's house. When parked a block away and started to walk down the neighborhood. When I finally made to Scott's front door I noticed it was too quiet there wasn't any children's laughter to fill my ears, there wasn't any play dates with Cassie and who ever friend she had over it was completely silent..

I started to frantically knocking on the door till it opened reveling Hope. Her eyes bugged out and she covered her mouth. "good to see ya hope.. is Scott home?" I slightly smiled. She quickly snapped herself out of her gaze and opened the door more. "he's at the compound" she said leaning on the door Fram. "you want a ride over?" she asked. I shook my head no. "I got a car..

Kinda had to got back to me and Scott's old ways" I slightly chuckled. Hope softly smiled and nodded.

"we missed you... Scott isn't the same with out his partner in crime" she smiled. "how's (daughter's name) and Cassie?" I asked.

"there both over at the compound" hope answered. I nodded "I probably should head down there but I don't know how they'll handle it"

Hope didn't answer only rapped her arms around me and hugged me tight. "I missed you" I hugged her back and rested my head on her shoulder. "good luck with them" she nodded and slightly teared up.

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"I got it" I heard Peter yell then foot steps coming closer to the door. When he finally opened it he had the same reaction as hope only more emotions filled his eyes. "hay kid" I smiled. "who's at the door" I heard Tony's voice in the distance. I chuckled and wanted to cry myself. Just the sound of his voice made me happy. Tony then came into view showing how much he changed. The side of his face was slightly scared and his arm was wrapped up in the cast of some sort that looked like it came from his suit. He immediately started to cry and pushed Peter out of the way. He trapped me in bone crushing hug. He was one of my best friends and was like big brother/father to me. He pulled me away and held my face in his hands.

"are you real? Am I dreaming?" I laughed. "I'm really here Tones." he quickly pulled me back to his chest and chuckled. "I missed you" he whispered.

"I'll go find Mr. Barton and (daughter's name)" I heard Peter say and he disappeared. I pulled away from Tony.

"how's (daughter's name)?" Tony smiled. "what's can I say she's just like her mom"

"growing up too fast." Tony added as he closed the door after letting me into the building. Tony lead me into the main room were we all used to hang out and have our weekly movie nights or parties. In the corner of my eyes I noticed Peter returning and (daughter's name) was in his arms.

"momma!" she shouted and jumped out of his arms And ran to me as fast as she could. I immediately knelt down and had my arms out wide. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and held on to me. "I missed you momma"

"I missed you to baby bird." I said tearing up a bit. She grown up so much. He hair was longer and she was bit taller but still had the same adorable baby face she had the last time we were together.

"(y/n)?" I hear a deep voice say I turn round with (daughter's name) at my hip as I held on to her. It was Clint he looked tired and run down but was still handsome as ever. He still had the sparkle and cockyness in his Icy blue eyes. "hay hawk" I set our daughter down gently.

"oh my God" he ran up to me and held me face in his hands. "I'm I dreaming?" he said tearing up. I shook my head as tears started to roll down my cheeks.

"I'm here baby, I'm here" I said placing my hands on his chest. "I'm home" he slammed his lips to mine and kissed me passionately and held in to my waist holding me tight like he was afraid I'll disappear again. "I thought I lost you forever" he mumbled against my lips.

"your not getting ride of me that easy" I gigged running my fingers through his short hair. "your never dying for me again.. Okay?" he said lifting my chin up with this fingers so I would look him in the eyes. "I can't promise anything" I smirked.

"your a pain in my ass" he smirked back.

"and you love me for it" he only nodded and placed a kiss on my forehead. As he pulled away(daughter's name) came running at the both of us making Clint pick her up. He did and held her on his hip. (daughter's name) pulled on the collar of my flannel pulling me closer to her and Clint. "got my two favorite girls back" he said putting his hand on the back of me neck pulling me to him. He pressed his forehead to mine as our daughter put one of her small arms around me and other on Clint hugging us both.

Clint got his happy ending after all. Home is were the heart is they say but if you ask him he'd say as long as he had his little girl and me he's home.

#Clint barton imagines #Clint barton x reader #Jeremy Renner imagines #Marvel #Avengers x reader #Avengers imagines #Clint barton #Hawkeye #Ant man #Ant man imagines #Avengers endgame #Bruce banner #Tony stark #Hawkeye imagines #Thanos #Black widow #Thor #Captain America #Steve Rogers #Iron man

[phantastragoria]

do you have a favourite portrayal of a character in the gotg game!! who is it and why <3

Oh I think they're all great honestly!!! Part of why I love the game so much is that genuinely, the whole team + supporting characters are written with such obvious love of the source material and equal attention between them all. When I see comments of people saying who their favorite character was from the game and the answer always being different from each person I'm like!! That's how it SHOULD be!!! They're the Guardians of the Galaxy (plural) the focus shouldn't all fall on a singular character like most other GotG media usually ends up as 😭

The two (sorry I can't pick just one) whom I think benefit the most from the game though are Drax and Gamora because they're almost always sidelined both in-and-out of universe by most of the various writers (especially as of late) and in turn the viewers/readers. I've been told plenty of times that they're the most boring members of the "main" team, BUT IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE THAT WAY! The amount of love the game versions get (by the few who've played it at least) proves that 🥺

I've never really liked 616 Drax shifting to being a complete clown during the 90s and such (and even less so when the MCU followed along 💀) So I appreciate the game taking a bit of his seriousness from the DnA run and just making him struggle with nuance and context clues in a less exaggerated way (autistic Drax I still believe in u) and I feel the focus put on him and how losing his original family + the aftermath deeply affected him hits pretty hard here because it's treated very seriously and shown in depth, especially with how his family (wife) gets actual focus. I cannot tell you anything about Yvette in comparison to Hovat, who actually seemed to have had a personality lol (AND she was on their village's council like omg imagine having more to you than just being The Housewife) Though I will say I flip and flop on my thoughts about Heather being disconnected from Drax's life in this universe... The TLDR is that I think his arc here specifically works stronger when he has to come to terms with losing his entire family and accepting the life he currently has with the Guardians. BUT!!! I very much appreciate that Heather is still confirmed to exist within this universe, even if that means her dad issues would have to be dealt with in a different context if we ever get to see her.

Also? Shoutout to the writers actually bringing up the intense paranoia that always kneecapped 616 Drax but having that be a turning point in his backstory here, with that conversation he has with Peter where he talks about how he was becoming so paranoid of everyone being a chitauri/Thanos conspirator to the point of literally turning into an obsessed maniac like Thanos, and realizing that he desperately needed to turn his life around, it's so ough.

Out of the already many great conversations throughout the game, I think the ones with him are the most poignant. My favorite scene in the whole game is Drax and Pete's little moment on Knowhere... makes me go wahhh

(l also love that out of everyone on the team, it's his headspace that we quite literally get to go into. You KNOW that if this was any other media it'd be going into Rocket or Groot's head and likely treated as a joke.)

And oh my god, Gamora...

I find it so extremely refreshing that her role in the plot doesn't revolve purely around the men in her life, and instead, it's nearly exclusively her connection with other women. Or in the most direct obstacle she has to deal with, being how she starts projecting to the millionth degree on Nikki's situation for reminding her of what happened to her and Nebula. I find that infinitely more fascinating as a reading of her character rather than just dating drama or her arc getting completely overtaken by a man's instead.

And especially in her friendship with Mantis, who, despite having all these futures she's constantly seeing and having to navigate, still makes time to do her best to help her 🥺 From saving her life and being the one who put her on the path to healing on Lamentis, to getting her to join the Guardians and still checking in on her when she's able 😭 Friendship between women can be so powerful... u love to see it (🏳️‍🌈)

I also find it nice that there's this emphasis on her recovering mentally, and the comparison between Thanos essentially teaching her to just Deal with the shit in her life through very simplistic meditation versus the priests of Pama actually teaching her something to help soothe the mind :^( and that she still has moments of relapsing essentially. I find that to be a realistic take on recovery because that's just part of the journey since healing is not linear... and I think it's very sweet that she finds comfort in collecting something ---girly--- like dolls. Love to see a person reclaim a part of their childhood that they weren't allowed to experience. And how she's allowed to make BAD JOKES?? Imagine a woman being written to have multiple dimensions, crazy and absolutely unthinkable, I know.

There's this extremely specific theme in relation to Gamora across media that's been rattling around in my brain since first playing the game. When near the end during the revisit to Knowhere, she's about to completely lose it when Peter tries talking -for- her on what she's so upset about before immediately shooting him down, and she explains what happened between her and Nebula and she starts crying. It really struck me right then that she's never given a moment to cry elsewhere (or in the 616's case, the quite literal inability to.) aside from her shedding a Single Manly Tear (Original Sin) or a single moment out of legit fear (MCU 💀) because she's a hashtag Strong Independant Woman who can't be vulnerable etc etc. But for her to cry in front of the people she's come to care about, It gives her a moment of true vulnerability that I don't think she's allowed ever in most other media.

That and all of the above hits hard and is what makes me genuinely believe that the writers cared about her in the narrative and tried to do right by her when every other bit of media really hasn't nor cared to the majority of the time since the 90s :'^/ Brings a tear to my eye that she's allowed to just... exist in the narrative on her own merits and not on what she can provide to someone else's story.

#lex thoughts #gotg thoughts #universe: eidos game #gotg2008 #sorry for asking for a question then immediately disappearing for a month 💔 I'm on the most stressful roadtrip ever #i 🫶 you for asking about them though the Eidos gotg are my everything and i won't shut up about them if given the chance #very funny to me that all these important moments happen on Knowhere. Strange things can happen at the end of the universe. #The end page of W&tIW 09 is the only other Gamora moment of vulnerability across media that i can specifically pinpoint #But it's more self reflection in a way of a heavily traumatic experience that I don't feel ever truly got resolved within the 616 IMO #And I find it a specific point to be made when Gamora is/isn't allowed to feel or literally denied things that are stereotypically- #-categorized as -feminine- (which is dumb to assign gender roles to a simple human emotion such as CRYING.- #-But you get what I mean I hope) We play fast and loose with gender around here pardner I think all of the gotg should cry more #but in Gamora's case specifically it Hits Different knowing her past and treatment throughout media #i could also heavily go into the way the game adapts Peter's character in relation to his element guns but that's an essay for another time #just because -i- find that extremely fascinating doesn't mean i think he should particularly be the main focus (and he isnt) #bc pete rocket and groot are the ones that already get all the attention (even if i dont agree with how they're written elsewhere) #i just find it more engaging for the other two main characters of the team that always get sidelined by the writers actually being put in- #-the spotlight with equal attention given to them for once to be sooo -shakes fist #sorry for the intense word salad i hope i make sense lol ESSAY/RANT OVER .🤐

[passimtemere]

The Macarena a vile curse.

"Why am I here at all?" Karnus groaned, his frustration palpable as he forcefully dropped his head onto the polished surface of the long mahogany table. The impact caused at least three ancient tomes to leap up in shock, their pages fluttering like startled birds. Syliph, ever the peacemaker, quickly rushed to their aid, soothing the distressed books with gentle shushing sounds and tender pats, as if calming skittish animals. "Karnus, please, don't startle the books. You're well aware of how jittery they can become," Syliph chided softly.

Karnus, however, was in no mood to listen. "I honestly don't care. I'd much prefer they kick me out again rather than be subjected me to this tedious magical study nonsense. You and Benni are the ones blessed with innate magical abilities, not I. I'm the very antithesis of magic. Why should I care one bit about it?" he grumbled, his voice dripping with disdain.

Meanwhile, Benni, engrossed in the intricate pages of 'Magical Foci: An In-Depth Analysis' by the renowned Foil Ward, chimed in without looking up. "The reason, Karnus, is that you must be equally prepared to defend against magical assaults...Hmm you know, I know that Dad has a fondness for staves and wands, but there's an undeniable allure to wielding gauntlets. Although, adopting such a style would make me feel akin to Thanos, and that's decidedly out of fashion," Benni mused, a shiver running down their spine as they realized they were echoing Alphonse's sentiments to an uncanny degree.

Dismissing the conversation with a wave of his hand, Karnus stood up abruptly, adopting the dramatic stance of a seasoned wizard. In a voice affected to mimic the timbre of an elderly sage, he proclaimed, "'I summon the forces of Fuckshits and the essence of my taint, to vanquish my adversary!' Magic users always reveal their intentions prematurely, caught up in the theatrics of their spellcasting. Before they can even complete their incantations, I could easily deploy my tendrils to turn them upside down, shake out their pockets, and then drop them through a portal. Problem solved," he declared, his performance ending as he slumped back into his chair.

"Karnus, what on earth are you rambling about? Relying solely on the darkness for every fight is quite stupid. You must attempt to know at least some basic ways to neutralize your magical adversaries. Don't forget, Cadmus has the ability to penetrate your thoughts and anticipate your actions. You possess no defense against such intrusions. Do you not recall the time he bewitched you into performing the Macarena every time you uttered a 'Deez Nuts' joke?" Benni reminded him, concern lacing their words.

At the memory, Karnus visibly shuddered. "Yes, that was indeed a horrendous week," he admitted begrudgingly.

Syliph nodded in agreement. "It was a blessing in disguise, to be honest. You really needed to abandon that tiresome habit."

@fashionablyenigmatic

#submission #fashionablyenigmatic #c: Karnus #c: Syliph #c: Benni #Thank the Forces for James creating peak content of my muses for me <3 #save

[zafirosreverie]

I always keep an eye on you (Proxima x F!Reader)

"Down" you yelled

Proxima barely had time to react before one of your arrows flew past her head, hitting the target who was about to stab her right in the chest. She rolled her eyes as the gates to the arena opened and you reached over to help her to her feet.

"You don't have to do that every time we train, human" she told you

"Maw finds it funny" you smirked

"Maw is only interested in knowing if his creations work" she said, looking intently at your bow

"Whatever you say" you laughed "by the way, you're welcome for saving your life there"

"You didn't save me, I had everything under control"

"Sure" you said with a mischievous smile

"Maybe you should focus on your own training instead of watching the rest of us" the woman said, approaching the exit

"Oh, you know as well as me that I only watch you, Roxi" you said unashamedly.

Proxima stopped just in front of the door, frozen by your words. She didn't quite understand human behavior (and had tried to lie to herself that she didn't care), and she had no way of knowing if your flirting was just a joke, but lately, she couldn't help but blush a little every time you did.

"I always keep an eye on you" you said, winking as you walked past her.

__________________________

She lost you. She had lost you.

She didn't even have time to react, everything happened so fast and in a blur that she didn't even have time to try to stop them or do anything to keep you by her side.

You guys had been following Thanos' orders, hunting down that ridiculous robotic man that had the mind stone embedded in its head. You had been a key player in the mission, since you knew about the Avengers, having witnessed Ultron's destruction before being taken in by Thanos.

You knew what they were capable of, especially the redhead that accompanied the android. That was why you had made it your priority to take her down so that the rest could get closer to the gem. The plan had worked well, until the intervention of the other three humans.

You hadn't counted on Captain America, Black Widow, and Falcon showing up. You thought they would be too busy hiding from the human authorities (because yes, despite being light years from earth, your powers allowed you to keep abreast of what was happening in the other realms, no matter how far away they were). Serious mistake underestimating the widow.

She had gone against Proxima, and even though you knew the woman was more than capable of defending herself, the part of you that was always watching her prompted you to jump in front of her and get in the way of the blonde's attack.

The last thing you heard was Proxima calling you before everything went black. Thanos' daughter couldn't do anything for you, not when the man in the bird's suit had broken at least two of her ribs. Corvus had to make a hard decision and teleported them both out of there, promising to come back for you.

________________________

"Hand over the gem and the destruction of your people will be quick and painless" Corvus said, looking coldly at the people behind the force field.

"I don't think so" the blonde man said arrogantly.

Proxima recognized him as the man who had held you before she and Corvus disappeared. The blonde woman next to him looked at her with a proud smile, no doubt guessing that her thoughts were on you.

"The human" she said dryly "give her to me or I'll make sure your deaths are the most painful"

"I'm afraid your girlfriend won't be able to join us" the blonde said with a smile

"I'll wipe that smile off your face"

"I'll be waiting"

Corvus put a hand on her arm to restrain her as they watched the three humans walk away from them. They always knew that the battle was inevitable, humans are stubborn and idiots, but the only thing that mattered to her, more than the gem, more than Thanos' anger, was you. She had to know you were okay, you had to come back.

_____________________

You grunted a little as the light hit your eyes and felt a sharp pain in your stomach as you sat up. You looked around to try to know where you were, but you had never seen this place, it seemed like a laboratory.

Careful not to get dizzy, you stood up. It took you only a minute to realize that you were contained in a cell with a force field, it took another two to get rid of said field and walk freely around the place. Another five minutes and you knew what was happening and where you were.

Wakanda. The last stronghold of the humans to protect the mind stone, there was a fierce battle outside the palace and you could see Thanos' army rampaging through several areas and losing a few others. But the self-proclaimed heroes had made a mistake: they left you, alone, in the same room as Vision.

Surely they had thought that you were harmless, that when you woke up they could appeal to your human side and make you part of their team. But you could never be on their side, not when the human family you once had was dead because of them.

You had never talked to anyone about it because the black order didn't care where you came from as long as you were useful to Thanos. Only the titan knew what had happened, how your parents had died because the witch unleashed the Hulk, how you had to take care of your brothers only for them to be killed in Sokovia too.

You were a consequence of the decisions that the famous avengers had made and now they had to take responsibility, they had to answer for their mistakes.

You walked over to the table the android was lying on. He had his eyes closed, but you knew he wasn't sleeping. You had to be quick and finish what you started.

"I'm sorry" you whispered, putting a hand on the gem "but your existence was not worth the lives of my family"

Vision's eyes snapped open as your hand ripped the gem from his forehead. The last thing he saw was your smirk before his systems shut down.

You quickly put the gem away in the box Thanos had given you specifically for it. Your powers made you resistant, you could touch the infinity stones for a few seconds, but you weren't going to press your luck, you were still human after all. Besides, you had more important things to do.

You looked through the large window towards the field, the battle was becoming more and more violent and although the humans had gained ground, there was no point, you had already won.

You quickly found Proxima, fighting the widow, the witch, and another woman you didn't know. You smiled, she definitely needed a hand.

__________________________

Proxima growled as she received a kick from the blonde. She had been too busy taking out her frustration and anger on the redhead that she hadn't noticed the other two approaching.

In normal situations, she was sure that she would be able to take them all down quickly, but right now the only thing on her mind was you, getting to you and taking you out. But her distraction cost her and in a second, the redhead used her magic to lift her into the air.

She heard a Wheel of Destruction approaching from behind, and though she tried to fight back, hold on to the ground, or at least take one of the women with her, she knew it was the end. She heard the blonde scream and the other two women gasp before the red threads holding her vanished, dropping her just in time to avoid being crushed.

She landed on something soft and it took her only a second to recognize your scent. Proxima looked at you and for a moment everything was erased from her mind while your ridiculous and smug smile bloomed on your lips. How she had missed that smile.

"I told you I always keep an eye on you Roxi" you winked, putting her on the ground

"How-"

"Why are you on her side?" The black warrior shouted "you are human! You should help us"

You rolled your eyes and smirked when you saw the witch trying to heal the widow, but it was too late, and little by little the light in her eyes faded.

"You self-proclaimed heroes and protectors of humanity took everything from me. Your egos are too big and you don't care if innocent people die as long as you can maintain your image and ego...well, I'll return the favor."

"What will you do?" the witch asked, with a tremor in her voice

"Oh dear" you laughed cruelly "I already did"

You took Proxima by the hand and showed everyone the box where the Mind Stone was. The daughter of Thanos looked at you with surprise and pride as the witch gasped and whispered the name of her boyfriend. You saw the red forming around her and knew it was time to go.

You sent a signal to Corvus for him and the troops to fall back and disappeared with Proxima before the red magic could touch you, the witch's cry the last you heard from earth.

_______________________

"How did you know where to find me?" Proxima asked "there was fighting everywhere"

You smiled and pulled her closer to you. You had given the gem to Thanos and your "father" had rewarded you with forgiveness. He let you live after the snap and allowed you to take Proxima with you. It had been a good ending.

"Roxi, I thought we already talked about this" you said, whispering against her lips "I always keep an eye on you"

#reader insert #x reader #proxima midnight #proxima midnight x reader #proxima midnight imagine #proxima x reader #mcu x reader #black order x reader #mcu imagine #infinity war

[graceful-starker]

Media AU-Wired Autocomplete Interview-Spider-Man

Summary: Spider-Man has his interview, as it was very requested in the comments of the last video.

Warnings: Mild angst

Notes: I forgot how fun this series was to write! LMK if you want to see any other social media videos turned fic!

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The video starts, and on screen is Spider-Man in a his full suit, sitting on a chair in front of a completely white background. 

“Hey guys! I’m Spider-Man, and I’m doing the WIRED autocomplete interview.”

The screen goes white, and the words ‘Autocomplete suggests the most common searches on the internet’. Before showing Spider-Man again. 

“I actually have googled myself before, I wanted to see if there were any videos of me doing cool stuff. That was before I was an Avenger, though.”

The screen cuts back to white, and the words ‘So WIRED asked Spider-man some of the internet’s burning questions.’ Before cutting back to Spider-Man, now holding a white board filled with questions that have stuck covers over them. In the search bar is “Does Spider-Man...”

“Does Spider-Man...” the hero rips off the first sticky, and reads the words that are now revealed. “Do gymnastics?” He laughs softly. “No actually, before the bite I was extremely clumsy and inflexible. I had more cuts and bruises from just walking down the street than any of my other classmates combined!” He laughs softly at this, shaking his head. 

“Does Spider-Man...Play video games? Yes, absolutely! I work a lot, but my free time is usually spent playing games, hanging out with my friends, and so on. My favorite video game is Uncharted, fun fact.”

Spider-Man reads the next one. “Does...Tony Stark like Spider-man? Oh, a spicy one!” he chuckles, holding the board closer to himself. “Well he is my mentor, so I would hope so. He also designed most of this suit, so if he doesn’t like me, I’m sure there’s a kill switch in here somewhere.” He laughs at his own joke. A gruff ‘hey!’ sounds from the background.

“Does Spider-Man...lay eggs?” the vigilante bends over in laughter, and the editors thankfully keep it in. “My best friend actually asked me this exact question when I first told him. No, I cannot lay eggs. In the very least, I am a boy spider, so.”

A small cut, and the hero is peeling back the second to last question on this board. “Two more...Does Spider-Man...kill? No, I don’t. I always leave the people I catch for the police to find, so they can go through due-process. I have only ever killed aliens, during the fight against Thanos. There were far too many of them, and the plan was to use the stones to kill them all anyway, so.”

Moving straight along without a cut, he reads “Does Spider-Man...know Peter Parker? Yes, actually. I’ve met all of the Avenger’s families, so I also know Morgan and Pep and so on.” Spider-Man spins the board off camera, but there’s a soft voice off screen that asks ‘What do you think of him?’ “Huh? Oh, he’s okay I guess.” He shrugs, and there’s another cut.

He is not holding a new board, and it reads ‘What Spider-Man.’ “Alright, I have a feeling I can’t answer most of these. What...is Spider-Man’s...real name?” Spider-Man sighs, shaking his head. “I knew it. Classified guys, only the most elite know.” 

“What...is Spider-Man’s...sign?” He huffs a laugh. “Leo. I don’t feel like a Leo though, it doesn’t match my personality at all”

Spider-Man moves the board slightly for a better grip. “What...is Spider-Man’s...favorite food?” He hums as he thinks about it for a minute. “Street food. Anything I can get at a foodstand is good food to me.”

“Last one,” he says, peeling back the stickies. “What...can Spider-Man...do?” He turns his face towards the camera. “Honestly I thought that question would be higher on the list. I’m very strong, and sticky. I also have super healing powers, a sixth sense that gives me extra awareness of my surroundings, and super hearing and sight.” He pops his lips as he spins this board out of frame as well. There’s a cut, and the man is holding a board that has ‘Is Spider-Man’ on it. 

“Okay guys, they said to treat this one like a speed round, so here we go!” he rips off the first stickie. “Is Spider-Man.. gay? Not gay, no. Tony Stark?” the man laughs. “No, he’s my boss. Alive?” he looks down at himself, patting his chest with his free hand. “I think so! A nerd? Well that’s rude, but also yes. Dating anyone? Nope, Spider-Man is single, and forever will be, because Spider-Man only exists when I put on the suit.” He spins it away again, and the same voice from earlier asks ‘well I think they meant the man behind the mask.’ The mask winks at the camera, and he puts a finger to his lips. “A spider never kisses and tells!”

Another cut, and the hero holds a new board. “Can Spider-Man...” he rips off the first sticky. “Run out of web? Yes, and I have before. It sucks. We--me and Mr. Stark, I mean--we make the web fluid ourselves, It doesn’t come out of me. That would have been cool though.

“Can Spider-Man...feel pain? Yes, absolutely yes. Actually, I feel pain more than normal people do, because all of my senses are dialed up to eleven. Everything is louder, and brighter, and unfortunately, more painful.” He shrugs, ripping the next one off. 

“Can Spider-Man drive? Absolutely not, Spider-Man does not have a license. Never drive without a license kids!”

Another cut, and he is holding a new card yet again. “There are a lot more of these than I thought there would be, I had no idea people looked me up this much! Okay, How Spider-Man. How...did Spider-Man...get his powers?” The hero takes a deep breath, and lets out a hesitant sigh. “It’s a long story, but it was basically just another company trying to recreate Steve’s--I mean, Captain America’s serum. Instead of testing the serum on humans or rats, this company tested on spiders. Don’t ask me why, I have no clue. Anyway, I went to visit this company--I wanted a job as an intern there--and one of the spiders got out and bit me. They got shut down one the government found out what they were doing, but it was too late--I already had my powers.”

He peels off the next stickies before reading them this time. “How did Spider-Man meet Tony Stark? He found me when he and Captain America were having that fight. That was my first ever mission actually, taking down the Rogues. Obviously all is forgiven now, but it was super cool that my first ever official mission, I got to tie up The Falcon and The Winter Soldier before taking on the rest of the team.

“How does Spider-Man pee?” The vigilante laughs softly, shaking his head. “I just take the suit off, it’s nothing special. Technically there’s a still-suit function in cases of emergency, but that’s for if I’m going to be without access to water for a long time. Thankfully, I have never had to use it!” He spins the board off again, and grabs another one. 

“Last board? Okay.” This one just reads ‘Spider-Man’ at the top. “Who is Spider-Man? Classified. Why does Spider-Man exist?” Laughter is heard from behind the camera, and it’s safe to assume the hero is smiling. “Rude. I’m going to take it seriously though--because if you can do the things that I can, and bad study happens, and you don’t stop them--they happen because of you. So I do everything I can to stop bad things from happening.” He peels off the next one. “When will Spider-Man face reveal? That’s a weird way to phrase that--but hopefully never. I have a lot of enemies, and I don’t want them finding my family and friends. So hopefully I will never have to face that danger. Where does Spier-Man live? I live in the state of New York, and I go through the cities where crime is high.” 

He beams and throws the last board away, giving two thumbs up to the camera. “Thank you for watching my WIRED autocomplete interview. I hope you enjoyed, and make sure to like the video to help this channel out! Please make sure to subscribe to see more celebrities fill out their own interviews, and comment down below which Avenger or celebrity you want to see next. See ya!”

The screen fades to black as the end card shows up, and end cards leading to Tony’s video and the other most recent video pop up on screen. 

#Gracie's New Years Resolution #media au #peter parker #spiderman #my writing #fanfic

[adamwarlock]

what's your favorite era (appearance, characterization, etc.) of adam warlock? you're like the #1 fan of adam warlock 😍👌

This is no joke anon I'm incapable of being normal about Him.

My favorite comic Ever of All Time is the classic 70's Warlock by Jim Starlin!!! What is there to say about it even it's simply THE quintessential Adam Warlock story and I think everyone should read it :^) it has it all... unavoidable tragedy, evil alter ego, martyrdom, blatant anti-christian allegory, catholic guilt, suicide, existentialism, nihilism, funky visuals that make it obvious it's the 70's and everyone's on drugs, the wizard of oz, clowns, shark in space, Adam/Soul Gem OTP, first appearance of The Magus, Adam's first time meeting Pip/Gamora/Thanos, Thanos killing Adam, Adam killing Thanos, Adam and Thanos kissing in a tree (ok I made this last one up) etc.

Also Adam's perfectly coiffed hair + sideboob/bootyshorts look goes hard as hell I refuse to hear otherwise.

My other fave looks <3 Counter-Earth + Infinity Gauntlet/Infinity Watch/Infinity Crusade

I like Roy Thomas/Mike Friedrich's baby Warlock, he's cute, but Jim Starlin's Adam is the most specialest boy in the whole universe I LOOOOVE HIM with my whole heart and everything Starlin has written with Adam and/or Thanos is near and dear to me.

I think there's at least something to like about every "era", I love the Magus, I love the Goddess, Adam's big queer gender self-discovery adventure is definitely a highlight, I LOVE the Infinity Watch... I am admittedly a bit of a Jim Starlin purist though, Adam (and Thanos) written by other people always just feels a bit off and ranges from ''bad'' to ''pretty good'' but I'm fond of Annihilation/GOTG Adam by DnA too.

Definitely though my BIG FAVE era besides Warlock is the combined last two trilogies by Starlin, Thanos Annual + Infinity Revelation/Relativity/Finale & Infinity Siblings/Conflict/Ending + Infinity Entity + Thanos vs Hulk + GOTG: Mother Entropy. I know that's a lot but it counts as one in my head lol.

Best comics ever actually, I was already obsessed with Adam and Thanos beforehand but these really irreversibly rewired my brain so there's no hope for me anymore. For context you must understand that by the time these books started rolling out Starlin hadn't written for Marvel in a decade with no sign of returning so I lost my fucking shit when they were announced lmao. I had already accepted that we wouldn't get any proper sendoff/conclusion to Thanos and Adam's character arcs after some 40 years of slowburn because that's just the nature of comics but!! WE DID!!! Starlin came back and gave them an actual ending, he tied up his version of these characters with a nice little bow, while it's obviously still left open for other writers it frankly doesn't really matter to me what anyone else does with them going forward because I'm satisfied with the story that's already (almost) entirely contained within Starlin's work. Not that I won't still complain if they're terribly ooc but that's not My Canon, you know.

Like. I would sit here with my tinfoil hat on and conspiracy theory board out connecting the dots and yelling about the growth between Adam and Thanos and the overarching themes/motifs... Just endlessly speculating on how this tentative friendship of theirs would even work since we hadn't actually gotten to see it in action since they Officially became Friends™ in the very last issue Starlin wrote before leaving Marvel for 10 years and no other writer wanted to touch them. Big thoughts about how it's all REALLY about loneliness and love and TRUST and redemption, how Thanos is desperately in love with completely obsessed with Adam, how Adam in many ways mirrors Mistress Death, how perpetually aloof Thanos learns to genuinely and wholeheartedly trust in Adam and how opening himself up to the living (Adam/Eros/Gamora/Pip) gives his life true meaning, how Adam and Thanos literally cannot exist without each other or they'll self destruct... THEN my guy my dude my very bestest pal Jimbo strolled in and casually validated all my inside brain thoughts by further expanding on the pre-established themes and making all that more explicitly canon and I just had to grin and bear it and pretend I'm normal. like???? HELLO????? IT FEELS SOOOOO GOOD TO BE RIGHT ABOUT LITERALLY EVERYTHING

The juxtaposition between these books and his older work (Warlock in particular) is actually so satisfying to me too. The numerous callbacks, echoes of past storylines, the role reversals... I know some people hate how repetitive Starlin's storylines can be but I love the consistency, this infinite loop of death/rebirth that Adam and Thanos are stuck in narratively really highlights how they change (or don't change) over time, it works perfectly for them both in text and metatextually. The becoming God and blowing up the universe for the 50th time doesn't matter it's about the friend(s) we made along the way.

Anyway. I've actually grown to really like Adam's outfit in these books too, it's very old school but I'm into that... a glorious return to pointy shoulders <3 (he matches with Thanos hehehehe)

Okay that's all. He is my special little princess.

#I feel like this is maybe more than you asked for but augh I just. I have FEEEEELINGS ABOUT THEM #Also sorry I cannot separate Adam from Thanos if you let me go on for long enough I always end up talking about them both lmao #Adam really used to show SO much skin but then he became emo and started wearing black huh #anonymous #text

[ladyvillainous]

Steve Rogers – The Snap

AU fic set after civil war through to Infinity war, inclusion of my own character Jen.

Description

Steve didn’t met Jen until after the accords were signed and the avengers divided, when Thanos attacks neither knows if the other survived

Warnings

NSFW Smut, the snap (it was traumatic to watch so I feel it deserves to be labelled as a warning)

Word Count: 7050

Jen paced back and forth staring at the phone in her hand willing it to ring.

It must be bad whatever was going on Steve would never leave her to worry when he was away unexpectedly on a mission. Even if he couldn’t physically contact her, Sam or Nat would let her know they were ok in his stead. She stopped pacing for a moment her hand absentmindedly drifting to her stomach, he’d been back less than three days this time.

 ***

 Jen rounded the corner breathing hard a stitch in her side as she pounded down the pavement in time to the beat of the music in her ears.

Finally reaching her front gate she leant on her fence stretching out her sore muscles, her skin prickled as she belatedly realised she was being watched.

Snapping her eyes round to her front porch her face broke into a wide grin “Nat!” She screeched leaping over her gate and bolting into the blonde’s outstretched arms “Oh my god it’s so good to see you, what are you doing here?” Jen asked pulling back to look into her friend’s face.

It was Sam who answered standing up from the chair on her porch “We were cheekily hoping for a comfortable bed and maybe a home cooked meal” he laughed as she leapt at him wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tight.

“Well someone’s pleased to see us” a deep familiar voice rumbled behind her.

Sam winked and released her so she could bolt into the open arms of the super soldier “About damn time you made it home Stevie” she grumbled against his chest.

He’d been gone for nearly three months this time, though she hadn’t seen the others for at least five.

“You know I don’t stay away because I want to” he whispered against the top of her head as he dropped a sweet kiss on her forehead.

Looking up at the man she loved she noticed the tiredness in his eyes, the slightly unkempt look to his hair and the state of his newly acquired beard. Twisting to look at the others properly she saw Sam sway slightly before he leant back against the railings, noting the grimy film to his battered uniform. Natasha ruffled up her hair pushing it behind her ears giving her a wan smile that didn’t reach her eyes, Jen raked her eyes down the assassins worn suit, the badly patched rips standing out starkly, she woman could do many things back sewing was not one of them.

“You guys look dead on your feet, how long have you been on the move this time?” Jen asked the group as a whole.

Steve sighed and pulled her closer to him “About 27 hours I think”

Natasha looked at her watch “Make that 29 hours and 17 minutes”

“Is that all?” Sam grumbled.

Right Jen declared pushing backwards out of Steve’s arms “All of you need showers, I’ll make you some breakfast and then bed, no arguments”

Nat held up her hands “No energy to argue, besides that sounds amazing, any chance of some of your delicious French toast?”

Jen laughed “For you, anything” she joked shooing them all inside.

Once she’d located enough towels Jen flipped the booster for the hot water, sending Nat to her bedroom to use her shower. Sam she directed to the main bathroom, letting them both know there was spare clothes for them in the bedrooms they usually used when they stopped by.

Steve stayed downstairs with Jen helping her with breakfast which basically meant getting in her way while cuddling her at every opportunity.

Jen sighed as his arms slipped around her waist once again while chopping fruit “Not to complain Stevie but you’ll get breakfast much quicker if you leave me too it”

“Not Hungry anyway” he mumbled against her shoulder, tightening his arms around her slightly.

Jen smiled, concentrating on the task at hand, finally popping the tray of food under the grill she was able to turn and drift happily back into Steve’s arms, sighing contentedly into his chest.

“How long will you be staying this time?” she asked quietly.

“Don’t know” he sighed tiredly “Maybe a while this time. There’s not as much heat these days we might be able to stop moving around so much”

Daring to hope Jen looked up into his beautiful blue eyes “Stay here with me Steve?” she asked, reaching up to cup his cheek with her hand.

He turned his head placing a gentle kiss against her palm before lowering his head to capture her lips in a slow sensual kiss that scorched her soul, God how she loved this man.

A discreet cough sounded from the hallway, breaking the kiss Jen looked round into the quietly amused eyes of Sam and Nat hovering by the stairs, she smiled apologetically.

“Sorry to interrupt guys but the smell is driving us wild, is the food ready?”

Jen twisted in Steve’s arms to look into the oven “Yes it is, grab a seat and I’ll serve”

Shooing Steve to the table Jen retrieved breakfast, dishing up quickly and setting over loaded plates in front of the tired superheroes, who immediately tucked in with the inhuman enthusiasm of someone who hasn’t eaten for a few days.

“Geez guys at least chew, I don’t want to have to heimlich a cherry out of one of you” Jen grimaced. Vague mumbles in acknowledgement was all she got in response, but they also slowed up slightly to her relief.

Once breakfast was done, Jen directed them back to bedrooms with instructions to sleep and not to worry if she wasn’t there when they woke up, she was going to run into town and get supplies.

Sam and Steve nodded in response heading for the stairs the latter of the two dropping a chaste kiss on her cheek as he passed.

Nat followed Jen back into the kitchen with her plate “Oh Nat thank you, but you don’t have to, go get some sleep”

She dropped her plate on the side and retrieved a long plastic item from the pocket of her borrowed hoodie “I found this in the bathroom, I thought you’d probably want to tell Steve yourself rather than let him find it”

Jen turned slowly realising what Nat was holding out to her “Thanks” she whispered, looking up into the bright eyes of her friend.

Nat smiled turning to lean against the counter “I’m so pleased for you both, Steve will be thrilled”

Jen shook her head “Will he? it’s not like we’ve ever talked about this, it’s hardly an ideal situation”

“Nothing’s ever perfect, but the kid will have 2 loving parents, it could be worse” Nat shrugged.

Jen chewed her bottom lip nervously “Maybe”

Nat stepped forward enfolding the brunette into a comforting hug “Just tell him, what’s the worst that could happen? she whispered.

Smiling reassuringly, she left the kitchen in search of her bed.

***

Jen made it home around lunchtime her car laden with supplies, putting away the groceries she crept around the house not wanting to wake anyone as she retrieved their soiled clothes, taking them to the Laundry room.

Inspecting Black Widow’s leather jacket she took in the sheer amount of rips and running repairs, as Jen suspected it was beyond saving so she tossed it, having bought a replacement while she was out. Thankfully they had a good military surplus shop the next town over, so she was able to get most of what they needed in terms of tactical gear.

Moving back to the kitchen Jen set about stocking the backpacks she’d bought at the surplus store with gear and food ration packs. She did this every time they came by, she knew it wouldn’t last long but she liked to do whatever she could to help ensure their survival.

Several hours later as she crammed the last of the supplies into the bulky bags Nat and Sam appeared in the kitchen looking in much better shape than first thing this morning.

Sam smiled when he saw what Jen was up to “You know you’re an Angel right?” He chuckled.

Jen rolled her eyes “Hardly, though I did pick up extra of the chocolate pudding packs you like”

Throwing his hands up as if praying to the heavens he announced to the room “You’re not an angel you’re a goddess”

Nat laughed at his antics “Come on Bird Brain, we’re going to go check over the Quinjet, give our saviour a little alone time with her man” she winked at Jen from across the room.

“Thanks Nat” Jen laughed as the assassin dragged the grumbling soldier out the door “Think I heard the shower turn on a second ago… go get him tiger” Nat called over her shoulder as she shut the door behind them.

Heading upstairs Jen entered her bedroom hearing the shower was on as Nat had suggested, deciding to surprise Steve in the shower, they could talk afterwards.

Tiptoeing into the bathroom Jen leant against the doorframe for a moment to drink in the sight of Captain America in all his glory in her shower. It was a generous sized double shower cubicle for the average person but somehow Steve managed to make it look tiny with his hulking form.

Jen was transfixed watching the water run down his back and over that delectable ass, as he turned she stated thinking she’d been caught staring but Steve had his eyes firmly closed a look of pure bliss on his face as he sluiced the weight of the last couple of months from his shoulders.

Biting her lip Jen continued to voyeuristically survey the god in front of her eyes lingering on his abdominal muscles before drifting lower.

“Do you intend to continue to stare at me or will you be joining me before the water runs cold”

Steve’s voice broker her from her reverie, a slight blush already building on her cheeks as she raised her guilty eyes to meet Steve’s amused baby blues.

Recovering herself Jen smirked at the super soldier “It’s quite a view I’ve got here Steve, maybe I will just watch”

Steve chuckled over the sound of rushing water "Fair enough, but if you don't get that gorgeous ass of yours in here right now, I will not be held responsible for my actions"

Jen grinned, stripping off quickly and entering the shower enclosure into Steve’s waiting arms, with a deep sigh he held her close, “that’s exactly what I needed”

Placing a gentle hand on his cheek Jen searched his eyes seeing the difficulty of the last few months written here clearly. “I missed you” she murmured a gentle thumb stroking his cheek, “Not as much as I missed you” Steve whispered dipping his head to place a sweet lingering kiss to her lips.

Turning her in his arms Steve manoeuvred them both underneath the warm spray with his arms wrapped firmly around her from behind as he bestowed small kisses along her shoulder and the crook of her neck. Jen sighed, relaxing back into his embrace happy to have him home with her once more. Releasing her at last Steve slid his hands along the wet skin over her rib cage, upwards to cup her breasts, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples roughly.

Arching her body back against him at his long absent touch Jen could feel his fully erect cock pressing into her ass. Dropping her head back onto his shoulder, she turned her face up to him, demanding a kiss that he was only too happy to bestow, his tongue sliding demandingly into her mouth to taste her.

Dropping a hand from her breast, Steve slid it down the smooth plane of her belly, down into the sprinkling of curls between her thighs and lower still over her sex, into her already soaked folds.

"Always so ready for me Doll" he groaned.

Need rough and sharp spiked through her, making her whimper at his touch the sound travelling directly to his groin.

"Please Steve, it’s been too long" she muttered against his lips, the urgency evident in her voice.

Steve growled, his control snapping as he plunged two fingers into her heat, his thumb finding its way to her clit and bearing down hard.

"Oh God yes" she hissed, bucking her hips into his hand.

One hand travelled up to his head, holding him to her so she could kiss him, desperation urging them both on into a kiss that was all tongue and teeth. The other hand snaked around between them to grip his shaft, a harsh gasp escaping his throat as she held him tightly, pumping her hand up and down his length.

"I need to be inside you" he groaned roughly against her lips "Please" she panted in return, twisting in his arms and pressing her body back against his, her arms wound around his neck.

Backing her against the wall, he dropped his hands to her ass, lifting her and pinning her to the wall with his hips, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Jen gasped in surprise, Steve wasn’t usually this dominant, their love making was slow and sensual. Very rarely had she experienced the Captain in the bedroom, though she revelled in it when he came out to play, there was something so primal about being claimed in such a way. She couldn't help but melt into him, her breathing ragged, eyes open wide staring into blue eyes dark with lust.  

Steve chuckled darkly, at her expression "Help me out Doll I've got my hands full" he commanded, his fingers squeezing her ass.

Jen followed his order without hesitation, dropping a hand from his broad shoulders between them, adjusting him so his tip was nudging at her centre. Holding him in place, Steve sank into her in one thrust, both groaning loudly as he bottomed out, her walls clutching at him as she stretched.

"Fuck, I’ve missed you" she groaned, returning her arm to his neck and pulling him back to crash her lips against his.

Without warning he pulled out halfway then slammed back into her, pushing her hard into the tiled wall. The shower still pounded over them, but Jen barely noticed as Steve sheathed himself in her over and over frantically, both desperately chasing their highs.

It didn't take long for them to build and crash over the edge of the cliff, screaming out their release as they sagged together, the water turning cold.

Lowering Jen back to the shower floor onto unsteady legs, Steve held her tenderly to him the Captain having retreated sated to be replaced with her loving and tender boyfriend once more.

The atmosphere in the bathroom was significantly lighter than before their shower, Steve appeared more relaxed the weight of the world now removed from his shoulders. Reaching for a towel he tenderly dried Jen not apparently looking for any excuse to keep her in his arms a little longer.

Reaching up Jen wound her arms around Steve’s neck rising on tiptoe to bestow a small kiss on his lips one that turned quickly passionate when Steve prevented her retreat by claiming her mouth once more. Breaking apart with a sigh Steve lent back against the sink bringing Jen with him, her palm on his newly acquired beard, Jen smiled up into his face “I think I like this look on you”

Steve chuckled raking his own hand through his somewhat bushy and messy beard “Necessity unfortunately, I don’t get recognised as much with it as without”

Jen raised a sardonic eyebrow “You mean the star-spangled outfit doesn’t give you away?”

The smile slipped from his face at the light-hearted comment ”There’s no stars on my outfit anymore, you know that”

Jen sighed as his eyes turned cloudy “Hey, hey look at me” she murmured gently as he looked away, one hand still laid softly on his cheek.

With reluctance Steve returned his gaze to her but found he couldn’t quite look her in the eyes his gaze lowered to the floor. Jen used her other hand to tip his chin up forcing him to meet her eyes “Hey none of that, you know you did what you had to, and the world does too. It doesn’t mean this is forever” placing another gentle kiss on his lips Jen drew back to survey his face. Steve gazed at her dispassionately for a moment finally nodding his head “I know, but…” he trailed off lost in thought.

“But what? She probed gently, receiving no answer but Steve hauling her into his arms once more squeezing her tightly.

He gave a deep shuddering sigh “But what kind of life can I offer you” he muttered sadly into her hair.

Jen pulled back to look up into his distant and glossy eyes “ I just want you Steve and I’ll take you anyway I can get you” Steve smiled in response but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Can you trust me on that?” Jen asked quietly holding his gaze with determined eyes.

Steve swallowed and nodded though Jen wasn’t convinced.

Seeking to distract him from his suddenly melancholy mood she stood on tip toe once more peppering his face with little kisses until at last he cracked a smile and claimed her lips roughly desperation and desire fuelling his passion.

It was Jen that deepened the kiss further by sliding her tongue past his lips, but she allowed Steve to win the battle for dominance the Captain coming to the fore once more.

"Perhaps. We. Should. Bedroom?" Steve gasped out, between kisses.

"Good Plan" Jen concluded, muttered against his lips.

Pushing himself off the sink, Steve reached down to firmly grasp her ass, lifting her from the floor. Taking the hint Jen wrapped her legs around his waist their towels falling forgotten to the floor as Steve carried her into the bedroom, mouths still connected.

Still without breaking the kiss he made his way to the bed, cradled her to him and lowered them down carefully. He supported their combined weight on one arm, until Jen was pressed flush against the mattress. Lowering his body onto hers, he rolled slightly to the side so he didn’t crush her and to allow his hand access to roam freely.   

Jen lost herself in the feel of him pressed tightly against her, the taste of him, his touch and the smoothness of his skin under her fingertips.

She wasn’t sure how long they lay entwined on the bed, hands roving each other’s bodies whispered endearments caressing their skin, nothing mattered as he lowered his face to her core.

Desperately she bucked against the sensations, whimpering as he nibbled and sucked on her sensitive nub, sliding 2 fingers into her soaked entrance.

His beard rough against the sensitive skin of her thighs, only drove her higher faster.

Her first orgasm hit her suddenly, white spots clouding her vision as Steve crawled back up her body, kissing her deeply and sunk into her with one fluid movement.

He groaned into her throat as he slid into her up to the hilt “I’ve missed you Doll”

Jen chuckled, the vibrations causing Steve to groan again “Is has been too long” she sighed.

Gathering both of Jen’s hands in one of his, pinned them Steve above her head, his fingers interlacing with hers “Hold on Doll” he growled in her ear, nipping at her lobe.

Withdrawing from her, he slammed back into her hard enough to push her slightly up the bed.

Mewling she twisted desperate to touch him again.

Chuckling against her ear, Steve slammed into her again, breathing incomprehensible words across her skin. He pounded into her with abandon, completely undone by the feel of her walls fluttering around him and the way she cried out his name.

Only when he could feel she was nearing her release, did he loosen his grip on her hands. Allowing her to splay one hand across his lower back, nails racking down his skin with each thrust. Her other hand tangled into his hair, tugging his face to hers, tongues dancing together in a passionate kiss.

Changing the angle of his hips, he thrust against her secret spot, once, twice and then for a final time, as she ripped her mouth from his screaming his name. Her walls clenching around him, Steve  followed her with a rough expletive and a final thrust, as he spilled himself within her.

It didn’t take long for sleep to claim Steve but Jen lay awake in his arms, she wanted to let him sleep but had no way of knowing how soon he was likely to be called away again and she needed to talk to him. Twisting in his arms Jen placed a hand on his shoulder gently shaking to wake him.

“Steve” she called quietly “I need to talk to you about something”

“Hmmm” he hummed against the top of her head as he started to fall back to sleep instantly.

Smacking her hand on his chest to attract his attention he jerked, snapping his eyes open “M’wake, I’m awake, what’s up Doll?”

“I said I need to talk to you about something” Jen told his chest unable to bring herself to meet his eyes.

Noticing her sudden nervousness Steve pulled himself up into a seated position giving her his undivided attention “What’s the matter?”

Jen sat up slightly away from the super solider still staring at his chest, chewing on her bottom lip, not sure how to start.

“Hey” Steve said softly grasping her chin and forcing her to look up into his worried face “What is it?”

“It was an accident” she gasped at last stumbling over her words “I didn’t mean…” she trailed off.  

Steve’s eyes narrowed feeling as though someone had plunged a dagger in his heart “You’ve met someone else, haven’t you?”

Jen gaped at him wordlessly, so completely unprepared for that reaction.

“You’re not denying it I notice” he said tightly, hopping off the bed grabbing his clothes from the chair where he’d left them.

“What! No! I mean it’s not that… I haven’t” She stuttered as Steve stormed around the bedroom pulling on his clothes so violently he almost ripped his T-shirt clean in half.

“I’m a big boy Jen, you should have just told me, I mean how could I possibly expect a woman like you to wait for me” he ground out slumping down on the end of the bed his back to her.

“No Steve, you’ve got the wrong end of the stick… I haven’t….” she cried desperately, tailing off when the phone on the bedside table began to chime distracting them both.

“Is that?...” Jen began pointing to the phone.

“That’s the number I gave Stark” Steve said slightly shell shocked, he’d never expected him to call.

Standing he strode over to it flipped it open and pressed it to his ear “Tony?”

***

“Steve are you ok? Did something happen with you and Jen?” Nat peered at her friend concerned he’d had his jaw clenched so tightly since the second they’d left the house, she feared he’d get lockjaw

Two hours had passed in complete silence as they raced back to the spot where they’d stashed the Quinjet thankfully now full stocked once more and taken off on their way to fetch Wanda.

“Doesn’t matter” he mumbled “We should be focusing on the mission”

Nat opened her mouth to argue only to be cut off by Sam “What exactly did Tony say Steve?”

Steve sighed knowing full well that it hadn’t been Tony on the line but he wasn’t quite sure how to break to Nat that Bruce was back after all this time. It was cowardly of him but he knew losing him had hurt her more than she was prepared to admit, so where did he start.

“He said we need everyone… which is why we’re on our way to get Wanda and Vision” Steve knew choosing to avoid the issue for the moment would most likely mean he’d get his ass kicked for it later, but he’d deal with the fallout when it happened.

“Stop avoiding the issue Steve” Nat declared fixing him with a determined look.

“Wait what… how did you...” he started then remembered her earlier comment “Oh you’re talking about Jen” he sighed.

“Of course I’m talking about Jen… Wait who did you think I was talking about?” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Err… Nevermind, doesn’t matter” he needed to distract her “Something did happen” he confirmed quietly.

Sam shook his head at Natasha, he could tell something was very badly wrong but had more sense than to bring it up “Leave it” he muttered quietly but she wouldn’t be diverted so easily.

Nat took in his tense almost angry form this was not the Steve she knew “You’re angry aren’t you, this isn’t how I would have expected you to react Rogers, I’m disappointed in you”

Steve snapped his head up glaring daggers at the women he considered a friend “You knew” he accused.

“Well yeah, but only for like 6 hours longer than you, we spoke after breakfast” Nat sighed “She was nervous about telling you Steve, now I understand see why”

“You’re kidding right?” he asked incredulously “How else was I supposed to react?” he ground out running his hands agitatedly through his overlong hair.

Nat snorted “Um let me think, maybe you could have been happy about it, geez what did you say to her?”

“Happy!” Steve thundered “Happy about the woman I love leaving me for someone else! Jesus Nat, I knew you were emotionless at times, but this is a new low even for you”

Sam threw his hands up in frustration and rounded on his friend “You just couldn’t leave it alone could you Nat”

“Wait what the hell are you going on about Rogers?” Nat was floored, this conversation had taken a very strange turn.

Steve jumped up storming down the Jet away from the assassin, but she wasn’t having any of it jumping out of her seat at once and chasing after him. Sam grabbed her arm to try and stop her “Leave it don’t you think he’s suffered enough, you know how much he loves her”

Natasha glared up at him wrenching her arm free “That’s exactly why I can’t let this go Sam, somethings definitely gotten lost in translation here and I know it”

“What exactly did she say to you? Tell me exactly” Nat demanded standing directly in front of the super soldier forcing him to acknowledge her.

“Fine” he shouted “Jesus if it makes you feel better fine. She said it was an accident that she didn’t mean for it to happen”

Natasha groaned “So where exactly in that sentence did you get that she’d met someone else? Think it through Rogers, could she possibly have meant something else”

Disgusted she stormed back to the cock pit to grab his phone, unsurprised to see he had 6 missed calls and multiple texts from Jen, chucking it at his head she snarled “Call your girlfriend you idiot, you’ve made a mistake”

Steve glanced down at the phone at his feet without seeing it, replaying everything she’d said in his head. He had jumped to the conclusion and pushed her away when she tried to argue, could he have projected his fear onto her? Natasha knew what she was intending to tell him though he realised looking back to the furious assassin a baffled expression on his face.

“What was she going to tell me Nat?” he asked slowly.

“Oh no, not a chance” she defied him crossing her arms over chest and glaring at him “Ring Jen and ask her, you’re getting nothing out of me idiot” she sneered hurling herself back down into the pilots chair with unwonted venom.

Sam and Steve looked at each other in stunned silence for a second, it wasn’t often Natasha completely lost it, Sam bent down and picked up the phone at Steve’s feet.

“I don’t know what’s going on man, but I suggest you do as you’re told” he said softly, pressing the phone into Steve’s hand.

Steve nodded using speed dial he held the phone up to his ear, it connected on the second ring “Stevie?” Jen sobbed.

Steve felt his heart breaking he hated to hear her cry, it hurt even worse knowing he caused it.

“Hey Baby, he said softly I owe you an apology, I overreacted and didn’t give you a chance to finish. I’m so sorry” he said in a flood of words.

There was another sob at the other end “You know I love you Steve, h-how could you think I’d do… do that to you?”  

“I’m always scared that I’ll lose you one day, one way or another, I guess I’m just waiting for it” Steve admitted.

“Idiot” she huffed but he could hear the smile creeping back into her voice.

“That’s what Nat told me too” he chuckled gently.

“What else did Nat tell you?” the alarm evident in her voice.

“She made it clear I’d made a mistake, but wouldn’t tell me what you were going to tell me, said I had to call you” he said looking towards the blonde at the front of the jet “Damn straight” she called back to him.

“I heard that” Jen laughed “Tell her thanks for me will you, she’s a good friend”

“Will do” Steve said smiling “So Doll what is it you need to tell me?” now the drama was put to bed Steve found his curiosity piqued.

The line went silent in response.

“Doll you still there?”

“Yeah Stevie still here, given the way you guys had to run out of here it’s not the most important thing right now, concentrate on what you’re doing we’ll talk when you get back” she sighed.

“You sure Doll? It’s nothing bad is it?” He asked worried.

“No nothing bad” Jen promised.

***

The following day the news broke about spaceships in New York again and that Tony Stark was missing, Steve had texted Jen to let her know that they had Wanda and that they were on the way to Wakanda. Since then her phone had been silent.

Jen hadn’t been able focus on anything, she just sat in front of the TV waiting for news, sometimes she’d pace staring at her phone.

After a fitful night’s sleep she got up and grabbed her running shoes and headphones figuring she’d try outrunning her panic, it didn’t work.

***

Steve raced towards Thanos desperate to stop him from using the gauntlet on his friends, he’d already seen him throw Rhodes away like an old tin can and send T’Challa and Bucky flying backwards with a wave of his hand.

He reached him just in time, reaching up he gripped the gauntlet tightly forcing Thanos fingers back from his palm, screaming with the exertion he was having to expend.

Steve was so focused on the gauntlet that he didn’t see Thanos’ other fist swinging towards him until it collided with his head knocking him out cold.

Shaking his head groggily Steve got to his feet this was no time to be resting, he needed to get back into the fight. Looking across the clearing he saw the team either trying to get to their feet or trapped by some obstacle or another. A scream from Thor ripped through the clearing “NO” a flash of blue light and Thanos was gone.

Steve raced towards the shell shocked Thor “Where did he go?”

“Steve?”

Turning he saw Bucky stumbling towards him turning to dust as he walked, his gun clattering to the floor.

Steve raced towards him as he fell into nothingness, his hand brushing the floor where his friend should be.

The horror was too much he couldn’t process it, had they lost?

Nat tore into the clearing just as Steve fell to the floor by Vision’s lifeless body, her hands rushing to her face as she fought back sobs of pain.

“What’s happening?” Rhodey asked from somewhere behind him, but no one answered the deafening silence this answer.

They could hear confusion and panic in the distance as people called out for their comrades on the battlefield, watching them turn to ash and float away on the wind.

A hand clamped down onto Steve’s shoulder clutching at him “Steve!”

The panic in Nat’s voice forced him to look up his eyes growing wide at the look on her face “Jen!” She choked out unable to continue.

Steve leapt to his feet pulling his phone out of his suit and hitting speed dial with a shaking hand “Come on, come on” he grated, as his call continued to go unanswered.

Nat watched in horror as he paced the clearing, unable to reach the woman he loved, growing more agitated by the second.

He pulled the phone from his ear as it went to voicemail, intending to call again but then he noticed the message icon on screen.

Tapping the button to call his message service he sighed in relief when Jen’s anxious voice spoke

“Hey Steve, I’m sorry I know I should let you focus but the lack of news is killing me here. I need to know you’re all ok…” the message trailed off as he heard screaming in the distance, unconsciously he gripped the phone a little tighter as her voice turned panicy, making her voice shake.

“Wait what?.. oh my god Steve something’s happening here… Oh my god what is this?...” The message ended abruptly cut off with the sound of the phone falling to the floor at the other end with a clatter.

Steve couldn’t look at Nat, he felt like he’d crack if he saw her tear stained face, wordlessly he held out the phone to her.

She took it gingerly as if it might explode, hit play and held it to her ear, her eyes widening impossibly as she listened.

The toll this day was taking was never ending, first Bucky now Jen “Wait where’s Sam?” he asked looking around wildly as if he would appear as if by magic at his words.

Rhodes shook his head sadly.

“Oh God No” Nat choked out as she hit the floor, clutching at her hair crying unashamedly.

Steve’s eyes were clouding he couldn’t see clearly anymore, his breath becoming laboured he looked skyward attempting to control the impulse to scream.

No one spoke, those that were left, that had survived, clustered around one another but unable to even consider looking at each other for fear of seeing their own grief reflected back to them. There was almost no sound just the wind rustling the trees, it was almost peaceful except for the distant cries of people looking for those that were missing and the sporadic heart-breaking sobs that escaped the team.

“Steve” Nat breathed finally getting a hold of herself “Steve look at me” she said gently.

He shook his head gritting his teeth suddenly wildly interested in the tree to his right as he collapsed onto the floor once more.

Nat got unsteadily to her feet moving to stand in front of him, moving into his line of vision giving him no choice he focussed on her determined face.

Remembering a conversation from hours before though it appeared a lifetime ago son much had happened since Steve muttered absentmindedly “What was she going to tell me? I never found out”

Nat shook her head unable to deliver that news, to make his grief worse.

“Tell me” Steve intoned forcefully, his thunderous expression brooking no opposition.

Dragging in a lungful of air Nat knelt in front of him “Steve, Jen’s… she’s… she was… pregnant” she whispered.

He lost it, a strangled sob escaping his throat as he fell to the ground, Nat immediately wrapped her arms around the shaking soldier, doing her best to console him even though she knew there would be no comfort for any of them right now, because they lost., they failed.

“We’ll get her back Steve, we’ll get them all back” she declared determination in her voice as she looked to the rest of the team.

One by one they wiped their eyes and nodded at her, grief giving way to anger, twisting their faces and drying their tears, they would fix this.

***

Jen pounded the pavement in time to the beat but couldn’t still her racing mind, finally she stopped pulling out her phone from her pocket and hitting speed dial.

Anxiously she waited for it to connect sighing in frustration as the voicemail clicked in

“Hey Steve I’m sorry I know I should let you focus but the lack of news is killing me here. I need to know you’re all ok…”

A woman across the road seemed to fall into the road, causing a car to swerve and mount the curb, but even as Jen watched the woman disappeared before her eyes in a cloud of dust, her friend beginning to scream before she hit the floor. The driver leapt out of the car only to disappear also, dust drifting in wind. The first woman’s screaming friend vanished too, leaving silence in her wake.

“Wait what?..”

Jen couldn’t believe her eyes, realising she was still gripping the phone to her ear she squeaked

“Oh my god Steve, something’s happening here…”

A man appeared to her right having run out of his house and collided with her, holding onto her arm he stared at her eyes wild.

“Oh my god what is this?...”

Clutching at her legs, he slid down to the floor, knocking her phone out of his hand as he fell.

Jen stared down at him, watching in horror as he too turned to dust at her feet, shaking she reached down to pick up her phone, noting as she did so that it had gone black a crack across the screen.

In the days and weeks that followed the news published conflicting reports on what had happened. None of them seemed to know if the Avengers had survived and no one seemed to have seen them since Wakanda. Jen wept as she wrapped her hands around her growing belly protecting her child as best she could while grieving for his or her father.

***

They tried to fix it but it was too little too late.

Thanos had already destroyed the stones by the time they got to him, it was too late. Thor chopped his head off regardless, but it didn’t bring anyone back, they were never coming back.

The team retreated to the compound tired, defeated and despondent to accept the awful truth, they’d all lost people, the entire world was grieving and angry at the injustice of it all.

Steve kept hoping that he’d wake up one day and find it was all a bad dream but every day he woke up and it was the same.  

Tensions where running high in the compound, Tony was angriest of all with most of it directed towards Steve, he blamed him for not being there, he blamed himself too.

Finally about 2 months after Steve made a decision he had to go back, she wasn’t there but still he needed to see for himself. Nat offered to go with him half-heartedly, she knew he’d refuse and she wasn’t disappointed in that respect. Steve shook his head sadly “Thanks Nat but I need to do this alone” as he headed for the Quinjet, she nodded tears silently falling down her face as he left.

She cried a lot these days, they all did.

There was no need to hide anymore so Steve left the jet in a field a short walk away, there was no one around that cared.

He walked down her street, noticing the glazed faces as people went about their business because they didn’t know what else to do, still dazed and confused by all that had occurred.

Some houses had already started to look uncared for as hedges grew higher and flowers died with no one there to tend to them. Cars appeared abandoned on the edge of the road, one had clearly jumped the curb when it’s owner vanished, it was parked haphazardly through an overgrown hedge no one caring enough to move it.

Steve found himself looking down as he neared her house, not wanting to see it devoid of life without her there. As such he didn’t notice the freshly planted flowers in the border or the movement through the window.

Reaching the front door, he stretched his hand for the handle with a deep breath, freezing when he heard movement from the other side of the door.

Abruptly the door was ripped open a familiar yet tired face staring at him open mouthed.

They stood staring at each other neither believing their eyes, Steve noticed the dark circles under her eyes, her hair was unkempt rather than smooth and glossy as he was used to.

The most pronounced change was the swelling of her belly, clearly defined by the T-shirt she was wearing.

Dropping to his knees Steve pulled her to him burying his face in her stomach as he cried, her arms instinctively wrapping around his head and shoulders holding him close as she too sobbed.

“I thought I lost you” Jen gasped.

Rocking back on his heels to look up at her Steve smiled through his tears “I thought I’d lost you both”

She shook her head down at the father of her child “It’ll take more than that to get rid of me” she smiled giddily at him, elated at the unexpected reunion.

Surging to his feet he gathered her into his arms and kissed her with every ounce of longing and passion he possessed, desperately trying to reassure his tired senses that she was real.

Breaking apart Jen rested her forehead against his “It’s about damn time Soldier, what took you so long?”

Steve chuckled “I’m sorry Doll, but trust me when I say I am never leaving you again”

#captain america #captain america smut #captain america fan fiction #captain america imagine #captain america fluff #stever rogers #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers imagine #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine

[galaxythreads]

Idk if you're still doing the lore thing, but if you are: The Blood Of My Enemy Stains My Hands Now?

I am ALWAYS still doing lore for fics. Sorry this took like two weeks to answer, anon.

LORE FOR THE BLOOD OF MY ENEMY STAINS MY HANDS NOW <-- link to story

this was written as a request for Tamuril2, who asked for something with Loki and Fury after I wrote My Kids Will Call Me Fury , where Fury collected the Avengers as his kids. They wanted something with Loki and Fury specifically, so when I added the additional scene at the end of MKWCMF, I also decided to just...write this.

I didn't have a plan. I didn't even really have an end goal in mind.

I remember starting to write it and just being like "yknow what, fine" and just letting it go wherever. I wrote the entire thing in like seven hours. I am a meticulous planner for multi-chapters. For one-shots I kinda just let the story take itself.

Fair warning, I haven't read this story in probably 2 years. No, I think i listened to it at work recently? honestly i have no idea.

lol. Fury is such an a-hole.

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it was not ear blood. It was the fact that Loki was crying. The ear blood just sort of sealed the deal.

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PTSD from being tortured by Thanos ^^^

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"Flesh around a long, ragged gorge (a stab, not clean) is blackened and the veins around it are turning a purplish-blue."

.....

galaxy.

that's kind of too funny to go and edit out honestly. Sometimes I find grammar errors that I can't stand but this is just. This is comedy gold.

reason 1134325235 I should have a beta, but don't. (I edit vigorously but that only catches 92% of everything)

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"Fury can see evidence of previous scars there, white and not as faint as he's expecting for someone over a millennia old."

^^^

from torture with thanos

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yeah, i think the injury has changed like at least two times that I've noticed. If you can't tell, I literally had no idea what I was going with, lol.

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ha. Everyone kept making jokes about how Thanos would be defeated by Cap Marvel alone without any effort on her part whatsoever before Endgame came out and I found it really annoying. This is 1000% a "look, carol can't solve everything" point.

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"He jolts a little and his face twitches with something that looks close to a grimace. Fury leans against the side of the car a little, and stares at him."

^^ hypervigilance, a common symptom of ptsd

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""Believe me, Director, the things that are after me would horrify you."

Fury blinks. "That is not reassuring."

"It wasn't meant to be."

Of course not. Brat."

I love them, your honor.

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"And, well, he attempted to smuggle me out the next day. We didn't make it far. Odin commissioned Thor banned from Asgard for the next two years and I to the snake pits beneath the palace."

THEY JUST HAVE SNAKE PITS BENEATH THE PALACE AND NO ONE BRINGS THAT UP AGAIN? WHAT IS THIS????????? AMERICA EXPLAIN!

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"There is no way that Fury is sending him back. None on this planet, none on any other. If capital punishment must be met, it should be clean. Fury has never been big on torture as recompense for a crime."

I know there are a lot of mcu fics out there where Fury 100% engages in torture and believes it's an effective means of retrieving information or enacting punishment, but I personally don't see Fury doing that. To be clear, I think those fics are fun and very enjoyable, but I don't think that Natasha, Clint, or Tony would trust Tony to the extent they do if Fury was willing to do a ton of physical/mental harm to someone.

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"Stop scowling, S.H.I.E.L.D. can always use the assets. You work for us and we'll give you a roof over your head and keep you from Asgard, and whatever else it is that's hunting you.""

WAIT I TOTALLY FORGOT THAT THIS IS THE FIC I WROTE WHERE LOKI BECOMES FURY'S C.I./AGENT

I LOVE THIS FIC

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Between yet another villain attack and Tony breaking into S.H.I.E.L.D. again, Fury nearly forgets all about it.

TONY

I need the context behind this and yet I have none XD

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 Despite the fact that his leathers were destroyed and Fury banned him from using magic save truly dire circumstances, he still manages to seem well dressed. Fury's not even certain where the long suit coat came from. He doesn't wear ties from what Fury's seen unless the circumstance permits it.

^^

more ptsd from torture. ties are a little too close to strangulation for him.

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If Fury hadn't been looking for it he would have missed the slight widening of Loki's eyes and the relief slip into his stance.

^^

I always got the impression that Odin spent a great deal of time yelling at Thor and Loki for doing things wrong. I don't imagine Loki's delivered reports to his father that went over smoothly.

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"So, you're keeping him?" Coulson questions and Fury nearly jumps in surprise at the voice, turning to look back at the agent currently seated in a chair in his office, the folder that he's compiled on Loki in hand.

I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH! WHY IS COULSON HERE? I DON"T KNOW, BUT IT'S GREAT HE BROKE INTO FURY'S OFFICE AND FURY ISN'T EVEN ANNOYED, JUST RESIGNED. like it happens all the time. (Oh, hill asked him to look into it. okay. makes sense. still glorious)

Also loving that Coulson is literally chill with the guy who stabbed him working with them. Like. Bro. You're a SAINT.

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He hasn't mentioned it to his higher-ups and plans to keep it that way.

The more they can make it seem like Loki vanished off the face of the Earth the better.

Less things to shove off his tail.

^^

Fury's desperate self explanations for everything are fantastic. Literally he's doing this so the "big bad thing" after Loki doesn't pick up the fact that he didn't die on the street corner.

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"Fury's rising desire to punch Odin and any other Asgardian (save Thor) in the face kicks up a notch."

^^

yeah if this is not clear from earlier, Fury and Thor are good terms. They've talked a bit about Loki, which is how Fury knew that Loki would make a good agent to begin with.

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It both strings and numbs him to realize that Loki trusts him enough not to sneak something into the food. Loki stays the rest of the night on the couch, his face twitching with discomfort, but the trust that he presents Fury with is humbling.

^^

This is. Bro. Loki is so untrusting. like deeply at his core. the fact that he did this with fury just really makes me realize how much Loki trusts him. He showed up at Fury's house when he was having an anxiety attack to ask for help. He didn't think Fury would turn him away. He didn't even bother to pick through the food because he trusts fury. Like. whoa.

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He comes to with an aching back, a sore throat unequal to any other, and the sound of quiet voices talking around him. His mind refuses to really process any of the words their speaking beyond frazzled bits of mumbles, but he recognizes the voices enough that he doesn't panic.

AND FURY TRUSTS THE AVENGERS + LOKI

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"Thank you." Fury interrupts.

Loki's jaw hangs a little and he stares at him, "What?"

"Thank you." Fury repeats.

Loki's eyebrows look in danger of disappearing into his hairline. "I…?"

Curse you, Odin, and all you other Asgardian idiots.

^^^

Loki saved everyone's lives on Jotunheim and not one (1) person thanked him for keeping them alive. I don't get the impression he gets thanked that often.

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"Sure, he was shot, but it isn't the worst thing that's ever happened to him before.

He's a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. S.H.I.E.L.D. director.

He has other things to do."

THIS MAN I SWEAR

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"Loki belongs to Asgard—!"

"And I've elected to ignore that."

^^

probably a better summary of this fic, lol.

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LINK TO STORY

#ask #answered #anon #the blood of my enemy stains my hands now #my fics #fic lore #my fic lore

[awoken-artist]

Honestly respect more people should have fun with their fma ocs. It's like people forget fma is a fantasy world and people can't do more magical things with their ocs

Fucking. Agree. 100%. Also its worse when the people who were nit picking my oc were idk “well known” in the community on DeviantArt [unsure how it is on other platforms but I can care less.]

I got so nit picked on my FMA OC so many times its ridiculous. Plus the fact they kept shoving reality scientific shit into a fantasy world of FMA. Like, dude I get it alchemy exist but shoving reality bullshit into the fantasy world is down right just an excuse to put someone down because “its not realistic enough” or whatever. 

I had someone nit pick a FMA OC named Keilay [who I am still working on cause shes part of my ocs ancestory or at least apart of her moms side of the familys culture ancestor ruler.] and they just went “weh thats not even fricken possible” and try to make excuses and I just stare “humunculi shouldnt even exist period let alone chimeras if you wanna shove reality in my face of “ThIs CaNt HaPpEn”. Because part of my FMA Story [which im working on both 2003 version and brotherhood] theres going to be a scene where they end up running into the phantom of her and Ed being skeptic and my oc points out about other things that shouldnt even be possible to exist [chimeras or at least humunculi being a huge one]

Another OC they nit picked on was my oc Katherine and one of the people went “why she have violet eye color is she a humunculous wtf? if not then she shouldnt really be having that”. something along the lines. jokes on them I researched eye colors and Lilac is a ACTUAL eye color and I wanted to give this OC a unique rare eye color. I found it so stupid for the nit picking.

It got worse when someone decided to pull the “racist” card by calling me racist when I was thinking of changing things a bit slightly on another FMA OC of mine - Thanos. I changed his name from Nike to Thanos, I figured he be half xingese and ishvallen and yet i got called racist for it which- confused the shit out of me. like if something i said came off as such uh yeah please point it out???? but all i said was Im thinking of making him xingese and ishvallen cause I think it make sense for him cause I want to keep the fact he has red eyes so he got that genetic from his parents. 

honestly the whole nit pick and getting on my ass was stupid. I even had someone being stupidly bitchy at me on my super old works. like as if its “brand new art” when its not. the date was even ON THE FRICKEN DA PAGE OF THE DEVIANTATION OF COURSE ITS OLD. 

I just figured these people dont like new ocs or dont like particular ocs even if its a self insert kind and theyre very hostile about it. at least to the artists who came at me which out of all the fandoms , this one came at me for no reason over time. I dont give a shit if they are jealous or want to be an ass to me for no reason cause god forbid i paired a oc with edward elric. I never went at anyone for their ocs being paired with ed and anyone else thats my favorite characters, because it does make me happy my fav characters are getting some love at least.  I think everyone should not be so judgemental and hostile to anyone who makes FMA OCs especially when they pair their ocs with any of the canon characters. everyones allowed to have fun. so long as no one is gatekeeping and going “YOU CANT PAIR YOUR OC WITH THIS CHARACTER THEIR MINE IM MARRIED TO THEM YOU ARE MAKING THEM CHEAT” kind of deal. 

also anyone who tries pulling the “realism” bullshit into FMA really need to get their heads out of their butts and understand this is still a fantasy world. theres alot of things to EXPLORE. alot of things left UNKNOWN as long as you understand how the fma world works and get an idea from reading the manga even the shows [2003 and/or brotherhood] you can get very creative. i think we all should help everyone out and know your allowed to have fun with your oc and dont let people pull you down. 

I almost thought about quitting fma entirely but no i love my fma pairings, i can care absolute less on what anyone thinks about my pairing. Ive paired them for years and I have ideas and plans. 

I dont mind getting suggestions or maybe some ideas for story wise or ocs. I even so were all allowed to have fun. just have fun! we should all unite and just have fun together instead of putting people down. nit picking doesnt help. de-constructive critiscm never helps. making fun and putting people down on old works to make them feel like shit NEVER helps. 

we should help eachother up not put people down. let people have fun with their fma ocs damn it! >:U

im not letting people get me down and make me quit. neither should anyone having possible similar issues. 

#question and answer #answer #ask blog #fullmetal alchemist #fma #askbox

[jimblejamblewritings]

not a soldat | part 18.

Summary: Y/N L/N is not a superhero. No serums, no agencies. Just a civilian from a long line of family that’s served in the military. Y/N’s a history buff and bit of a spy in her own special way. This somehow lands her in trouble she never saw coming and straight into the hands of Falcon, Captain America, and Black Widow… if she doesn’t get caught in the unbreakable grasp of the Winter Soldier first.

Warning for the Series: violence, angst, slow burn

Pairing: Bucky x black!reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Instead of getting a call from the team, you were suddenly face to face with them. Some of them. Now you didn’t see Peter, Tony, or Clint.

“Clint’s getting his family back to the farm, we um, don’t know where Stark and the kid are,” Steve said when you pulled back from the hug.

“Okay, but why are you guys here?”

“How far have you gotten on those stones?” Bruce, who you were shocked to see, asked.

You quickly entered the lab where Shuri was up immediately to see Vision and examine him. Bruce pulled you aside to talk about the notebook amongst other things.

“Bruce, half of Asgard?” you asked in disbelief.

“Half of what little was already left. That’s what Thor called me for when we left. They called it—”

“Ragnarok,” you recalled the myths from Arn’s journal. At least you had thought it was myth and legend.

You shook your head to clear it. Your heart ached for Thor but now was a bigger problem. Now that everyone was settled in the lab, they looked to you… even Shuri.

“I’m not done but by the time Shuri gets the mind stone out of Vision, I’ll have the whole journal finished, I’m sure… I’ll make sure. You said four days?”

Shuri nodded.

“Okay, I’ll try to get it done in four days. I’m not really needed for the rest of this right now, I think it’s best if I go home and start.”

The rest of the team agreed since they would just train with the Dora Milaje and plan for an invasion.

“Alright. See you at home, Buck.”

“Catch you in a minute, darlin’.”

Bucky waved and blew you a kiss that you pretended to dramatically catch, an ode to the cheesy damsel in distress joke from the other night. You briskly walked home and pulled out your journal, flipping through what you had done so far. The stones had been tracked, if you had known Thanos was headed your way you would’ve said something. You didn’t have their exact present day location but you did have them tracked up to last year and someone could’ve started to look. But it wasn’t a concern, Earth wasn’t overpopulated. Maybe struggling a little but not overpopulated. Apparently not to Thanos.

You had various drawings for how to hold all the stones at once to use them. It was just a drawing with no real plans since engineering was Tony’s thing not yours. Explanations of each stone, Thanos’ backstory— as much as you could find, and a map of the universe were also in your journal.

Now, your focus was on anything that would help them stop Thanos with the other five stones so they could be given to Wanda to destroy. You also needed a backup in case Wanda couldn’t destroy the others for whatever reason— you were sure the stones could destroy each other but what you hadn’t discovered yet was if that would blast Earth into oblivion, a safe option is what you needed to find. While you were in the apartment, the others were gathered around Vision.

“Four days? Not any quicker?” Steve asked.

“There’s too many paths. If I mess up on one, it will cause critical failure in Vision.”

“Alright. Well it’s better than no—”

Shuri, Okoye, and T’Challa’s kimoyo beads rang alarmingly loud. Okoye pulled up a map of Wakanda on her beads and moved it to the large screen.

“Something’s entered the atmosphere.”

“Cap,” Sam’s voice came through everyone’s comm. “We’ve got a problem here.”

The barrier shook as something hit it. Everyone looked at Shuri. There wasn’t going to be much time for the young scientist, they had to act and fast. More and more ships were landing outside the barrier. Bucky cursed in a moment of panic, there was no time to get to you. T’Challa yelled for them to evacuate the city, he had to hope that you would leave with the Wakandans headed for Jabariland.

“There are two heat signatures at the barrier,” Rhodey’s voice came in as he headed outside to scope the area with Sam.

“What the hell?” Bucky whispered when they all raced out. Alien dog creatures were shoving themselves at the barrier in attempts to get through.

“Captain, if these things close in around us, they’re going to get to Vision.”

“I’m not done!” Shuri yelled.

“Then we better keep them in front of us,” Steve said.

“Open the barrier,” T’Challa calmly commanded.

You heard screaming and then it got eerily silent. You lifted your head from the work to look out the large window. Gasping, you stepped back as an alien hit the top of the barrier but disintegrated. Thanos was here. You scrambled back to your journal. This wasn’t about prevention anymore, this was about reversing. The team always admired your plans and what you managed to figure out.

The sinking feeling in your stomach told you that you needed a new plan for when Thanos screws you all over. Your pen flew and you were a little worried that your handwriting would be hard for you to understand later but that wasn’t what mattered. You picked up your phone, there was a special connection to the comms. The minute the phone line went through you started speaking, not caring who picked it up.

“Don’t let him close his hand! Thanos’ closes his hand and we’re dead.”

“Yeah… we’ve got that.” You heard the grunt of Sam and assumed they were already fighting him.

Then you heard the yelling of Thor, when did he get back? You couldn’t make out any words he was saying since he wasn’t wearing a comm but it sounded pissed.

“Where’d he go?” Steve asked.

“What the hell is happening?” Bruce asked and you desperately wished to see what was happening on the field.

“Where’d he…” you whispered. “Look! You guys need to find Thanos, it can be stopped if St—”

“Printesa?”

Bucky called for you along with the rest of the team in the field. The rest of the team that was still alive or non-dusted? They had no clue what was happening.

“Bucky?” Your voice came out shakily. “I don’t feel well… no, no.”

They couldn’t stop Bucky as he ran. Sam had never seen the man move that fast but it was clear that he could easily keep up with Steve, maybe surpass him. They all heard your voice on the line as you whispered no and they heard the scribbling of something.

“Bucky, I want you to know that you’ve become an amazing person. Do you hear me, James? I care about you, okay. I care about you so much, James Bar—”

They heard the line go quiet. Then the only sound that came through their comms was Bucky.

“(Y/N)! Printesa… Shit!”

The Avengers heard in their comms something smash as they headed towards your apartment. The vase was smashed against the wall when they entered and Bucky was sitting on the couch clutching his cell phone in his hand. He had his hands pressed against his lips and his friends could see the wet tear stains down his face. Without saying anything, Bucky held up the phone and pressed something.

“Bucky, I want you to know that you’ve become an amazing person. Do you hear me, James? I care about you, okay. I care about you so much, James Bar—” Your voice played out on the phone.

“She recorded the end of the call and sent it to me.”

“I’m sorry, Buck.”

Steve spoke up. Even though Bucky wasn’t looking at them, the rest of the team nodded and agreed with Steve’s sentiments.

“She cared a lot about you, I know you care—”

“No. Damn it, I don’t care about (Y/N), Steve. I love her… let’s go, S.H.I.E.L.D. probably wants us back to New York as soon as possible.”

“Bucky, we don’t have to leave right now. If you need a day, we get it.”

“Thanks, punk, but I don’t think I can be here right now. Printesa’s presence is all… maybe later, but I think for now I need to leave.”

The team watched Bucky walk onto the quinjet with heavy steps. He didn’t take anything with him but his cell phone that had your last message. He was quiet. And Bucky stayed quiet for all the days to follow, he answered only really when spoken to. The few times he opened up it involved crying to Steve, which usually made him feel worse because Steve was all he had left after he had been told Sam was dusted. Steve didn’t know how to help either. He felt the pain of Sam but of you, it was like losing a friend too. He still had Sharon, luckily, and he knew he would never understand Bucky’s pain on that level. The pain of wishing he had kissed you properly before you left the lab instead of being silly.

Bucky was sitting outside the compound, late at night, like he normally did. He picked at his fingers, debating on whether to play your recording again. He needed to stop is what he told himself but it was your voice. Before Bucky could pick up the phone, a woman landed on the compound setting down a large spaceship. The others joined him outside quickly. The door opened and a very sick near-death looking Tony was being escorted by a blue cyborg/android lady. Steve ran up to Tony to help him down the steps of the ship.

“Couldn’t stop him,” Tony muttered.

“Neither could we,” Steve said as he held onto Tony’s arm.

“I lost the kid.”

“We lost, Tony.”

Rhodey pulled up the files onto the holographic screens of the conference room. “It’s been 23 days since Thanos’ snap. World governments are in pieces.”

“He did exactly as he said he was going to do,” Nat started. “Thanos wiped out exactly half of the population.”

“Where is he now?” Tony asked from his chair.

Steve sighed. “We don’t know.”

“We don’t know?”

“He opened a portal and walked through. We’ve been hunting Thanos for three weeks. Deep space scans, satellites, we got nothing. Tony you fought him—”

“There was no fight. He dropped a moon on my face,” Tony cut Steve off. “You can’t fight him because he’s unbeatable.”

“Did he give you any clues, coordinates, anything?”

“Hmm let me think, oh wait, nothing Steve.”

“Tony now’s not—”

“Don’t tell me what the time is! I watched them all turn to dust. I almost died in space. We lost, Cap. We lost. I’ve got nothing for you. No clues, no strategies, no options. Zero, zip, nada.”

Tony ripped the IV out of his arm and immediately hit the floor. Pepper and Rhodey laid him down in a bed. Bruce had given him a sedative and he seemed calmer.

“You guys take care of him. I’ll bring him an elixir when I come back,” Carol said as she started to move toward the door.

“Where are you going?” Nat asked.

“To kill Thanos.”

“Hey, we’re usually a team here. I know it’s different for you but we’ve got to work together. We get that it’s more your territory but it’s our fight too.”

“Do you even know where he is?” Rhodey asked.

“I know people who might.”

“Don’t bother,” Nebula said. “I know where my father is.”

~~

“Understand this might not work. We’re going in shorthanded. There’s no guarantee this ends any differently than before,” Bruce said.

“Because before you didn’t have me,” Carol said.

Rhodey stopped her.

“Hey, new girl. In case you haven’t noticed, everyone in this ship is ‘bout that superhero life. And if you don’t mind me asking, where the hell have you been this entire time?”

Carol shrugged. “There are a lot of other planets in the universe, not just Earth.”

“Can you both shut the fuck up?” Bucky spat out aggressively.

Carol and Rhodey instantly got quiet. The whole ship got a little quiet. They all lost people. They all lost you but Bucky was invested in you and they had to remember that. He thought he lost everything with Steve, and then he really did with HYDRA, thought so again when you could’ve died at the hands of Winter Soldier, and now you were actually gone. This was his chance and he was on edge and antsy, any little annoyance made him snap.  

Carol blasted beams at the hut that Thanos was in. She held him in a chokehold while Bruce, in the Iron Hulk suit, and Rhodey held him down. It took everyone to fight and pull off the gauntlet. Bruce finally pulled off the gauntlet.They watched it clank to the floor stoneless.

“Where are they?” Steve asked, holding the edge of his shield to Thanos’ throat.

“The universe required correction. And once fixed, the stones became nothing more than a temptation.”

Bruce let go of Thanos and punched him across the room. “You murdered trillions!”

“You should be grateful,” Thanos said.

“Where are the stones?”

“Gone. Reduced to atoms.”

“You’re lying. You used them two days ago.”

“I used the stones to destroy the stones, nearly killing me. But it had to be done. I am inevitable.”

Thor screamed as he sliced off Thanos’ head before any of the others could stop him.

“What did you do?” Rocket asked as they looked at Thano’s detached head.

“I went for the head,” Thor said without absolutely no feeling. He walked out of the hut.

“So what now?”

“Now?” Steve said. “Now we have to move on… Buck, where are you going?”

“The ship. We get back, you drop me off in Wakanda. You said we move on, this is me moving on.”

The team watched him stalk out of the hut and take himself to the ship.

(Part 19)...

#bucky x reader #avengers fic #marvel fic

[strxngemxgick]

@supremestrangeness asked:  “You’re actually going to the wedding? Are you sure thats a good idea?”  The familiar voice emanating from the mirror sounded unsure and deeply concerned.  

Meme Random Asks /// Always Accepting

Stephen jolted, startling as the face in the mirror shifted and contorted until it settled into a form entirely familiar, and still just slightly off. The shadows under Strange’s eyes looked particularly dark, and the frown lines carved deeply into his pale skin ran especially deep. The stress that his universal twin carried knew no bounds, but something about that moment made him look particularly frazzled. If Stephen didn’t know any better, he would almost say that Strange was concerned about him, some distant sort of care present in the worry in his voice. 

(Chances are, though, that it was merely a fear that Stephen might somehow make a fool of them, in front of their first real love, no less. On her wedding day.)

Stephen sighed, setting aside hands resting on his hips as he paused in his fitting, using magic to ensure that his suit still fit the way it should. Exasperation settled heavily in his expression, from the tension in his clenched jaw to the way his eyes narrowed. “Well hello to you, too,” he grumbled, sarcastically. “So nice to see you. Long time no see. Hope you’re doing well. Why, I’m doing fine, thanks.”

He dropped the humor when he noticed that Strange’s expression wasn’t hardly changing. Obviously, he wasn’t in the mood for jokes; the matter of Stephen’s attendance to Christine’s wedding was obviously too important. Which, of course it was; Stephen wasn’t fond of the way that the idea made his chest ache, at all. He dropped his head, hands falling from their place at his hips as he drew his arms up across his chest, defensively. Blue-grey eyes, heavy with unease, couldn’t quite lift to meet Strange’s more piercing, icy gaze. “Yes, I’m going; I was invited, and as Christine’s friend - and we are still friends - I owe it to her. She deserves to know that not only do I support her, but I’m happy for her.”

It didn’t matter that he hadn’t actually had a proper conversation with her in months, refusing to talk to most anyone as he moped and worked. It also didn’t matter that he had certainly never met the guy that she had been engaged to, or that he didn’t even realize that she was engaged (it may have come up in conversation, but he couldn’t be certain). It certainly didn’t matter that it had only been a couple of years since they had split up (a couple? No, it had been more than that. Remember, you blipped for five years. Maybe less? You’ve lived so many lives, Stephen. Who knows. When did you help defeat Thanos? What year was it, again?), or that it had only been a hopeless fling that you ruined with your arrogance. Or, that some part of him was still so hopelessly attached to her, through all of those years spent in unreality within those time loops. She deserved his support, if nothing else.

So he told himself.

“And I am. Happy for her.” That much, at least, was honest.

But he didn’t bothering answering whether or not his attendance was a good idea or not; that remained to be seen.

#supremestrangeness #across the multiverse /// rp #summoned /// answered

[scarletsromero]

Sarah had been all over the news this week. Her mask had fallen off while she'd been raiding a DMC truck and the world was absolutely frenzied when Captain America's daughter was caught with facial recognition software heisting a government vehicle full of illegal mutants. She'd been caught in 4k, ripping the doors off of the hinges before throwing two officers out of the moving vehicle. The news condemned her of course, citing the warrants now out for her arrest and long think pieces about how the Rogers family actually had a long-running history of bordering on domestic terrorism or something or rather he'd skimmed over. A few fringe publications cited her as a radical hero, protecting the vulnerable from the fascists who kidnapped them. He'd gotten used to seeing his family on every corner of the internet from a very young age.

After killing Thanos, the Avengers had a brief revival in the public favour. Instead of New York Times think pieces about the net harm their existence had brought upon the world; it was rabid fandom consumption. His parent's marriage and its notable break down, Tony Starks favourite shoe brand, and how to braid your beard like Thor Odinson! For godsakes, Nate had a wiki made about him while still in utero in anticipation– One of the nurses had gone public about his condition before his parents had even found the words to tell anyone outside of his Grandma.

He knew it could be worse. Sarah didn't like to talk about Foundlings, at least not in James's presence. He'd been around ten, complaining about something he couldn't remember now beyond vague broad strokes. Something had hit a nerve he hadn't known existed, her face twisted into a frown, uncharacteristically teary-eyed. James felt awful before she'd even spoken, but that didn't absolve him of the sad squeak in her angry words outlining just how lucky they had it in comparison to other kids just like them; who didn't have friends in high places to keep them safe. He'd tried to apologise but she'd leaned away, muttering about needing to help someone with something or other. By the time they'd seen each other next, she didn't acknowledge it, leaving him with an awkward lump in his belly.

They'd never really gotten along. That wasn't to say they fought, in fact, they fought less than any siblings he knew really. But they didn't get along. She was a coworker in another department, they exchanged pleasantries and jokes even from time to time but he didn't know her really and she definitely didn't know him. He always thought about asking her about it, but lost the nerve when she tilted her head waiting for him to speak, swallowing the lump down. His throat was dry now too, trying to listen without looking like he was listening. Tony was outlining something about lawyers with his mom, both their faces set in stoney frowns. They'd lost his dad somewhere about ten minutes ago, his eyes looking far away. Sarah on the other hand, was biting down a laugh, texting away. More likely Arik on the other side than Bjorn, James figured. A twinge of annoyance shot up his spine, what was funny? Fox News preached all but a firing squad all morning over this crap and she's gonna giggle?

She'd been doing the Ice Box interceptions for a little while now, he thought he'd been the last to know but looking at their mother's face, the shock and worry mixing with that maternal anger, he guessed not. He hadn't worked up the nerve to tell her he didn't think she should be doing it. Instead, he hoped someone else might, someone Sarah would listen to. But no one did. Now look at everything, it was fucked. There was going to be no normal for the foreseeable future. There was no way she wasn't ending up in the Box after this; how could she not? And in the months to follow, no corner would be safe from idiots with a camera asking him what he thinks about that. He felt hopeless- sick, really. The nausea sat low in his stomach as he dared to steal little glares at his sister.

"What?" She asked, not quite irritable but not far off. He jumped in his seat, startled to have been caught in the act.

"What?" He snapped back, furrowing his brows in return. His shoulders jerked in a question.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" So much for not fighting he thought. She sat up straight from her slouch, her shoulders jerked just the same stoking his annoyance.

"Like what?" He wasn't even one hundred percent what he was mad about in that instant if he was being honest. All of a sudden, he felt pissed just for the sake of it, like she could pull a piece of paper from a hat and have one of fifty reasons he was so irritated.

"All pissed off."

"I'm not." He barked defensively. It was enough of a spectacle to finally pry everyone's eyes from the paperwork.

"What's going on?" Grace's voice was pinched.

"Nothing." They answered, still scowling at one another.

"You know they're worried sick about you right?" He leaned in to ask a moment later, voice loaded with quiet implication. "They have to stay up all night trying to figure out how to keep you out of jail for this-"

"Okay?" She asked, as if waiting on the relevant information.

"It's not fair."

"The kids in that truck were younger than you and you want to talk to me about fair?

"Why does it have to be you?" He accused. "Why you all the time- this is going to blow up our world for god knows how long and you just expect me to-"

"I don't expect you to do anything." The double meaning in her words stung.

"We don't all have to wear spandex to help, Sarah."

"Yeah? And how are you helping? Gonna vote blue next election?" She held her hands up in a patronizing cheer. "You want to know why me? Because where was anyone else?" James felt tears stinging at the back of his eyes as he turned his face down with an embarrassed frown, feeling ten years old again- wishing that the world could just figure itself out and leave his family out of it. Leave him out of it. He stood up in a rush, rubbing at his eyes as nonchalantly as he could manage, ready for a hasty exit. "James-" She sighed, he shrugged and turned away. An apology out of her mouth would only make Sarah feel better.