#FoxtrotFanfic

[topherfoxtrot]

Soldier reflexes,

in which John Walker wakes up from a bad nightmare and you help him calm down. Gif by @felixcarlucci. Gender neutral reader as usual and fluff. First time writing non horny, wish me luck ✨

John always sleeps super early. Like nine pm the bitch is already in bed. You tried to adapt to his military routine but it was simply impossible. Besides league of legends servers were full of nice people on late hours because the annoying kids were all sleeping, just like the annoying adult on your bed.

You used headset to not disturb John so you didn't listen when he started to shake weirdly in bed. You also didn't hear when he started to breath in an abnormally heavy way. At last even with your headsets you heard the sound of vibranium moving quickly. You jumped in your chair and moved around to see what was going on. John was wide awake, breathing heavily and with the shield on his arm. Prepared to attack.

Your first instinct was to quietly take off your headset and looks round to detect any threat. Looking for John's frenetic eyes though you realized the threat was not there in your room but rather in the past and in John's mind. He didn't say anything but he didn't need to. You've been here before.

You walked towards him unconsciously still trying to make as little noise as possible. You sit by the bed and gently touch the shield.

"That's supposed to be under the bed John." You say only loud enough to make him snap from his still sleepy trance.

He looked at you surprised and then looked down at the shield. His face went from fear to disappointment and that broke your heart.

"I'm sorry." Was all he could say.

"You don't need to be." You get closer to him and put the shield down, "What was it? We can talk if you want. Do you think it would make things better?"

"No," his voice was weak "But doc said I should speak, right?"

You both sighted and without realizing it you looked at the your computer. Your team players were probably swearing at you for going MIA all of sudden. John picked on that.

"I'm bothering you." He said.

"No! You aren't. Trust me. You're my priority."

John looked deep into your eyes as if trying to decipher if that was true or not. To erase any doubt you opened your arms in invitation. He swiftly crawled into you. It took a couple seconds until he was comfortable to talk.

"It was Lemar again. I'm strong. I'm fast. I can see him and I run as fast as I can. Faster than any human can run. Still i can never save him. I can never get there in time. All I can see is the broken pilar and his dead body on the ground."

You hug John as tight as you can before releasing the pressure. Then you just touch as many of his body parts as you can but just softly enough for him to notice. For him to feel.

"That doesn't define you John. You can still be the hero. You are the hero! It's a choice. A choice you make everyday."

"Everyday." He repeated.

"Exactly. That's why you need to sleep now so you can get up tomorrow and be the hero. Okay?"

"Will you stay here with me though?"

"Of course Johnny."

You couldn't see his face but you could tell he smiled. You smiled too.

#john walker positive post #john walker x reader #tfatws spoilers #fluff #FoxtrotFanfic

[topherfoxtrot]

Who the shield belongs to?

A John Walker x reader smut because I have a weird sense of humor I guess. Reader is gender neutral and there's mention of violence (including the flag smasher john killed in 1x04 lmao). Enjoy you sick fucks :D

The hotel room was fancy and the view of the tall buildings was excepcional. You were there because of a bunch of coincidences. Number one: some jock that went to high school with you was now Captain America himself. Number two: he just broke up with his wife like one week ago. And number three: both of you happened to be on the same movie theater.

You didn't recognize him because cuz it's been literal years and also because he was not wearing his usual cap suit. Instead John was in jeans, a blank shirt and some boring beige jacket. The cap and the sunglasses of course complemented the incognito look. If he hadn't talked to you first you probably wouldn't even notice him.

"I'm really not in the mood for THAT much romance right now." He whispered by your side.

At first you thought it was just some annoying stranger but his voice felt somewhat familiar. When you looked at him tho his blue eyes and crooked smile instantly took you out of the movie. What was Captain America doing by your side in a passable blockbuster movie theater? Was he on a mission? Well, yes. But not on the king of mission you get a medal for. Of course he would know, he's got three of them.

You two exchanged like five sentences before deciding to leave the theater. Turns out John was taking a week off because of all the turmoil he's been through. And of course he had a room in the most expansive hotel in town. That's how you found yourself in his room. He decided to take a shower. You had enough time to appreciate the view and take off your clothes.

When john left the shower, the towel on his waist, he looked at you from head to toes and up again. As much as you hated to admit, you liked the attention.

"You've changed a lot since high school." He said in an akward way.

"Shut up you're fucking captain America!"

"Ugh Tell me about it."

"No." You sat on the bed with your legs spread, "You tell me about it."

John smiled as he let go of his towel and kneeled before you.

"Being captain America is way harder than I thought it would be!" He kissed your feet. "Can you believe the press tour and the autographs are actually the easy part?" He kissed your ankles "You remember me. I'm so fucking shy when it comes to new people."

"Good thing you're not shy when it comes to people you already know." You said tracing your fingers in your thighs as an invitation.

"Have you seen the videos from last week?" John took a heavy sigh before kissing your thighs, "Even the military frowned at me."

"And you have killed people before. For them nonetheless!"

"Tell me about it." He stopped and looked at you. At your body. At your face. Almost like a soldier expecting more orders to follow. As much as you hated to admit, you liked the attention!

"You know what? That flag smasher deserved it."

"I know right!" He replied in excitement. His hands griping your legs in antecipation.

"And let's be honest you look so good wielding that shield." You grabbed his blonde hair softly, "And you're so strong now. You're a super soldier John."

You guided his head to you. His kisses were avid yet soft. His eyes were closed as in a prayer.

"I killed him with capitain america's shield."

"with your shield, John!" You said in a breath.

His body shivered. He went to you. He went hard. You felt his tongue and mouth and beard.

"Oh John"

"Captain America!" He whispered without letting go of you

"Captain America!" You whispered, "Captain America" you said louder, "CAPTAIN AMERICA!" you said even louder.

CAPTAIN AMERICA

CAPTAIN AMERICAA

CAP--

CAPTAIN--

OH OHHH

CAPTAIN AMERICA!!!!

#john walker x reader #john walker smut #well thay was fun #the falcon and the winter soldier spoilers #tfatws spoilers #john walker positive post #im so proud of this #ive always wanted to fuck an imperialist symbol ngl #dont know how to crop text sorry #FoxtrotFanfic

[topherfoxtrot]

Seeking comfort ✨

I've been having some tought couple of weeks and wanted to imagine some comfort interactions with my comfort character John Walker. Hope y'all enjoy it. I'll try my best as usual. The reader is gender neutral and this fic is sfw. Mention of death of a relative.

It's been a month since half the population of the universe got snapped by Thanos. I've received a sudden promotion. I should be happy about it but I wasn't. My promotion, like the promotions of many of my coworkers was only a reminder that the previous person on the job was not longer part of existence. They were not dead, they simply vanished. They turned to dust. Stopped existing altogether.

I left my workplace at five. The bus had less people than it used to. There used to be those "familiar strangers", those people you don't actually knew but who were still a part of your routine because you shared a bus ride everyday. Now the bus was full of unfamiliar strangers again. According to the avengers the choice was random. I wonder if in some places no one got dusted at all. If some families were somehow still intact.

I tried not to think too much about it. Tried to focus on the present and on those who remained but it was just impossible. Everything reminded me of the snap in one way or another. Like my home. Coming home from work used to be good, my parents would be watching tv, and my dog would jump in my legs. My dog and my father got dusted. My mom didn't, but she was in the car with my dad. She wasn't quick enough to grab the wheel.

Now my home is just me. It has been for a month now but I still can't get used to it. The walls feel so cold and abandoned. So empty all the time. I got hit by a sudden urge not to go home. On the bus window I saw the city lights and the people walking around. I saw Custer's Grove High School, the school I attended as a teenager. I left the bus in front of it.

It was already dark so there was nobody there and the lights were all off. I walked in with no problem whatsoever. There used to be security guards there, one or two tops, but apparently those were vacant now like so many other jobs all around the world (and galaxy).

My footsteps made loud noises while I walked around the school. On the walls there were colorful cardboards with the names of snapped people. There were also photos and poems and flowers all around. It all felt wack for some reason. Pointless. If there was a heaven those people were not there. Were they even dead?

The football field was still as huge as I remember. I never liked being there. I didn't enjoy the games or the cheerleaders or the mascot. Now though the field made me feel good. Good and bad at the same time. Bittersweet. I sat in one of the stands like I've done so many times in the past. I took a deep breath and the cold air hurted my nostrils a little but I didn't care. It was indeed the first thing I felt the whole day.

I dived my face into my hands and without realizing it I started to cry. The tears flew around my fingers. Even though I knew I would feel better eventually, at that particular moment I felt like crap.

"Tough times huh?" I heard a male voice nearby and jumped in surprise.

The man seemed to be around my age. He was wearing a military uniform, was blond and that was pretty much all I could see with the darkness around us.

"Don't worry" he chuckled, "I won't tell anyone you're crying in a highschool field at night. Otherwise I'm gonna have to explain what I'm doing here!"

He got closer and I realized he also had tears in his eyes even though they looked dry now.

"I'm John Walker, by the way."

I said my name and shaked his hand.

"This is embarrassing." I poorly cleaned my face with the back of my hands.

"No, it isn't!" John reassured me, "We have all being crying. I mean it's the only option at this point."

"You're right. I wanted to ask if you've lost someone but it's pointless. Of course you have. We all have."

We both looked at the empty field for a second.

"I used to study here." I said.

"Yeah, me too. I was one of those jocks."

"I can see that!" I said, pointing at his uniform. We both chuckled. "Where were you?"

"Afghanistan. We all came back because of the snap."

"You were there when it happened?"

"Yeah..."

"War is hard in and on itself. I'm sorry John."

"Thanks." He smiled, "It means a lot."

I smiled back and suddenly felt the need to talk

"Can I vent real quick?"

"Please! This is why I came here in the first place!"

We both chuckled again. I stayed in silence a couple seconds gathering my thoughts.

"It's just that...everything just seems so pointless nowadays. I get up, go to work, come back home and go to sleep just to repeat everything the next day. But I can't find any joy in it because the people I would like to share this routine with are now gone. You understand me?"

"Yeah, totally!" John sighted, "I'm just so glad my girlfriend is still around."

"Your girlfriend didn't get snapped? You're one of the lucky ones, I see."

"Hardly!" John chuckled while tilting his head, "I mean I love her don't get me wrong!"

"Of course!"

"...But looking at the circumstances. It's all fucked up. I wanted to ask her hand, you know?"

"Oh my gosh really??"

"Yeah yeah I even bought the ring already."

He stopped talking and I felt the "but" building itself inside his head.

"But...?" I whispered.

"But..." He snapped his fingers and the gesture actually sent a shiver down my spine. "Not the best time for a party is it now?"

I took a deep breath.

"I just feel so lost."

"Me too."

"I had everything planned out, you know? But suddenly all my family is gone and I don't even now how my life is going to be next week. I don't feel safe or organized in any way."

I felt John touch his shoulder on mine. I appreciated the gesture and smiled. Abusing of his kindness I placed my head on John's shoulder. He shifted to a more comfortable position for both of us.

"I miss before." I said, "The world wasn't perfect by any means but waking up in the morning surely felt so much easier."

"I agree."

John and I stayed there for a while enjoying each other's company and silent comfort. Eventually I took my head off his shoulder. My chest felt lighter.

"You're a true hero John Walker."

"Please don't thank me for my service!" He smiled.

"Don't worry I won't. I will thank you for being here tonight. It feels good to share the grief."

"Thank you for being here tonight!" John replied, "I agree with everything you said."

I smiled at John and he smiled back. We hugged each other really tight and went to the bus stop together. And this is the story of how I cried in front of captain America that one time. Before he was Captain America of course!

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[topherfoxtrot]

First Mission

In which the thunderbolts rescue and recruit Emil Blonsky, or at least that was the plan. This idea has been on my mind for a few days and with the introduction of Valentina last tfatws episode it felt like the right time. I won't list the team members here because I want it to be a surprise. Like, reblog or comment something if you enjoy your read :)

The Barrow base is the wall corner punishment of the government. No one likes it here. It is cold, far from absolutely everything and the paycheck is for regular maintenance and security. Which is utterly unfair since besides the big computers and kinda of important paperwork we are also guarding the strongest person on earth.

"Strongest?" Guard 2 interrupted the speech. "What about hulk?"

"Dude I dunno know. When was the last time someone measured the Abomination's strength? Oh that's right, never!"

"Alright that's fair but he's surely on top five or something. Otherwise we wouldn't be in this frozen hell guarding his ass."

"You shouldn't call him that." The guards heard a female voice. They both looked around quickly but didn't see no one besides themselves.

"Did you heart that?"

"Of course I did! Call the camera room."

"You sure?"

"Have you being paying attention to anything I've said? We are guarding the strongest..."

"Yeah yeah alright" guard 2 interrupted his coworker again "Camera room this is easy wing, cryo-cell. Have you registered any unwanted activity?"

"Hello east wing." Another female voice answered, "Everything is fine and you shouldn't be worried at all!" She in a sarcastic tone.

"This is not kyle!" Guard 1 said while grabbing his gun. Except it wasn't there.

He saw a blurry figure approaching them but he was not quick enough. The figure dressed in white kicked him in the face, making the guard fall on the ground. The other guard aimed his gun at the figure but she quicky disappeared again. The guard walked backward towards the nearest wall for safety, but his strategy backfired. He felt hands grabbing his head from behind and pulling it fast. His head hit the wall and he too fell unconscious. Ava made herself visible once both guards were down.

"East wing clear." She said on the radio.

"Alright. Second floor clear as well." Said Yelena from the camera room, "what about the third floor?"

"Still working on it." John answered out of breath. It was possible to hear the shield cutting the air and someone grunting.

"Good!" Valentina Alegra said from the viewpoint where they all were half an hour ago, "Ghost do you have the device?"

"I told you not to call me that." Ava said annoyed, "And yeah the thingy is here."

"Crypto breaking device!" Justin Hammer corrected a little more harsh than he intended to. He was also in the viewpoint.

"Shut up, Hammer." Yelena snaped back.

She met Ava in the entrance to the cryo vault where Emil Blonsky was sleeping. Ava got the crypto breaking device from her pocket and inserted it in the little panel beside the big door.

"How long did he said it was gonna take?" Ava asked.

"Anywhere from 12 minutes to an hour. Remember, the password changes every thirty minutes and there's about a gazillion possible combinations."

"That is so overly complicated. Why can't I just phase through the door?"

"We talked about this." Valentina said, "We want Captain Blonsky to be welcome in a civil manner. And this includes walking him out the front door."

Ava rolled her eyes. That made Yelena laugh.

"Too easy of a mission to shield's most dangerous stealthy agent?" She teased.

"I will only allow you to say that because you were also trained as a kid to be weapon."

"Ouch!" Yelena fake grunted. They both laughed.

John Walker turned the corner and met the other two in the entrance of the cryo vault. The double doors were made of heavy metal. Even with the super soldier serum running in his veins John wouldn't be able to open that. It was projected to contain Emil. But since he never woke up it has never been proof checked.

"How is the crypto breaking device going?" He asked.

"Thank you!" Justin hammer shouted from the viewpoint.

"Still working hard I guess." Yelena said, leaning at the wall with her arms crossed.

John put the shield on his back and started stretching. The three of them remained in silence. It was their first mission together so they didn't know each other quite yet. The only thing they had in common was the Contessa.

The crypto thingy kept making this weird sounds for about ten minutes until it made a final blip and the heavy doors clicked. Invisible gears turned inside out making loud and crusty noises followed by complete silence. The three agents looked at each other with a mix of excitement and fear.

"That's your cue guys." Valentina said. Which made them wake up from the trance.

John grabbed one door and Yelena grabbed the other. They opened it at the same time. Ava was the only one to enter because she was the only one who could phase through Emil's attacks.

The room was big and empty except for the huge cryo coffin in the center of it. It was the coldest place in the base and that made a chill run up Ava's spine. Emil Blonsky was asleep as he should be.

"He's bigger than I remember."

"have you met him?" Yelena asked through the radio.

"Not personally, no. But I saw it on tv when he and the Hulk had that fight on Harlem."

"Yeah I remember that too." John said.

Ava stopped right in front of Emil's frozen body.

"When is it supposed to...?"

"At any moment now!" Justin said embarrassed.

"That's why people prefer Stark tech." Valentina said.

"Don't say that, I'm sure Hammer did his best!" Ava said trying to cheer him up but was interrupted by the loud click that came from Emil's cell, "Oh fuck it's opening!" She said, her body phased around a bit.

After the weird click the cryo made a loud woosh sound while the door opened and the room was infested with cold air. Ava changed the weight on her feet preparing for the speech she rehearsed.

Emil opened his eyes slowly. The bright cold lights annoyed him. He covered his face with his right hand but that made him look at himself. At abomination. Ava started talking.

"Captain Emil Blonsky. Good evening. I'm Ava Starr and I'm here to rescue you. I-"

"Recue me?" Emil's voice was horrifyingly deep, "Do I look like I need rescue, girl?"

Ava swallowed nervously, "Some time has passed and we need you to calm down so we can-"

"How much time?" Emil looked around. His memories started to invade his mind like a tsunami. Harlem, the hulk, his defeat, "How much time?" He repeated, louder this time.

"He's unstable!" John would run into the room, but Yelena stopped him.

"Not the time for being the hero. She can handle herself."

John pressed his lips in frustration but agreed anyway. Inside the room Ava broke the plan. She felt sorry for Emil.

"Fifteen years." She said quietly.

"What??" Valentina screamed, "You shouldn't have said that! He's gonna-"

And he did. Before the Contessa could finish her sentence Emil jumped out of the roof. From the viewpoint both her and Justin observed as the huge man landed on the snow. He looked around and jumped again. It was impossible to follow his lead.

Yelena and John entered the room. Ava looked sad, but also happy with her decision.

"Shock treatment, huh?" Yelena said.

"It's alright I don't think he can simply sneak around." John reassured.

"He's going after Bruce Banner." Ava sighted "Do we know where he is?"

"I do!" Justin said.

"The mission is still up then." Yelena said, "He didn't left through the front door but we surely rescued him, right?"

"I like your positive thinking." John tilted his head at the door, "Shall we?"

The three of them left walking. One of the guards woke up only to be hit with the shield and faint again.

Mission status: partially accomplished.

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[topherfoxtrot]

One night stand with Corporal Ford.

Did anyone ask for a corporal Ford smut? Well no but I was feeling like it so here we go. Reader is gender neutral as usual and this is a smut so TW for sex, obviously. Feel free to join me if so you please...

In a small french village a group of soldiers from the US fought against the german nazis. The conflict took about 45 hours and even though the war was not over yet, when the german troops retreated everyone went out to celebrate. French citizens and unitedstater soldiers. Among those soldiers was corporal Ford. His hair was longer than the rest and he was the most quiet among the soldiers, speaking only when necessary.

From your window you saw him shooting nazis and ordering the other soldiers around. The townspeople called you because you were the only person to speak English. You translated a lot of conversations between Ford and father Delor, the local priest who also happened to be the leader of the resistence. You surely felt Ford was attractive during these conversations, but you simply had too much in mind to give it a second thought. Now that the conflict was gone though the thought of making a move on him started to pop on your mind.

Ford was talking to some elderly women next to the huge table full os all sorts of food the villagers arranged on the street. You were there to translate, as usual. At some point Ford talked to you even though he kept looking at the old ladies.

"Can you please take me out of here?"

"Sorry?" The question caught you off guard. The women exchanged looks trying to comprehend.

"I've eaten enough bread and pudding for a lifetime already. Besides those two madams here are annoying the hell out of me!" He politely smiled at them.

You laughed because of his request. But suddenly your mind clicked: that was the perfect opportunity to take Ford out of there. You quickly told the old ladies that the corporal needed to rest and grabbed him by the arm. He followed you without question.

"What did you tell them?" Ford asked.

"That you needed to rest. Do you?" You asked politely. He has taken a nap at your house last night but he hasn't fully slept since he got there.

"That would be nice."

"Alright I'm preparing you a bath. Would that be okay?"

"It would be perfect, actually! Thanks."

"No need to. I'm just treating my guest accordingly." You looked at him with suggestive eyes. He seemed to catch the cue because he looked back at you with those hunter eyes that made you melt.

You left the corporal downstairs while you prepared the wooden bathtub. You felt electricity run through your fingers as you got everything ready. You wondered if Ford was anticipating this as much as you were.

When everything was ready you called him. You both went upstairs in silence. You showed him the bathroom and the wooden bathtub now full of water.

"Here it is." You said awkwardly, "Make yourself at home."

You walked towards the door quickly, but Ford's whisper made you freeze in position.

"Stop."

Your turned around to look at him. He didn't say anything, just looked into your eyes as he started to take his clothes off. The military uniform was heavy and full of parts yet he took his time with each one of them. A part of you wanted to ask if he needed help with that, but you stayed put. It was good to see him doing it himself.

You first saw his neck which was no surprise. Then you saw his arms. His jacket hit the ground near him. Ford's shoulders were white because of the absent of sunlight. His collarbones were partially visible under his tank top. He took off the shirt revealing his chest and belly. There were some hair on his chest but it was so light you could actually miss it. On his side you could see some bruises caused by the war. Your first instinct was to run to him and massage them, but you still stayed put. The show wasn't over yet.

Corporal Ford untied his big boots and took them off effortlessly. Then he undid his belt and lowered his pants just enough so it could fall on its own. His thighs were also more white than they should be. You wondered how long it has been since he even got fully naked. But you liked it, in a way. It gave everything a secrecy undertone that made you feel electricity on your fingers again. Stronger this time.

He took off his socks and put them inside the boots as he was taught to do. That felt so intimate. Yet you were there, invited by him to witness his absolute intimacy.

Lastly Ford took off his underwear. His dick was partially hard but he didn't seemed bothered by it at all. You two locked eyes again.

"Your turn." He whispered, as an order.

That made your mouth go dry. You bit your lip without realizing it and also took off all of your clothing. He watched you in silence. His eyes devouring each inch of your gradually exposed body. Once you were both completely naked he entered the bathtub. You entered right after him. The bathtub didn't have enough space you both had to stay real close.

You kept looking into each other's eyes. Ford grabbed your legs slightly. His hands moved up to your knees. While he caressed your legs, you grabbed the sponge and moved it through his shoulders. Ford closed his eyes focusing on the hot water and on your hands. His fingers crossed your knees and touched your thighs. As he grabbed them slightly you got closer. He touched your neck with his beard which made your whole body shiver.

He kissed your neck softly. Then he kissed your chin and finally your lips. With each kiss you felt your body opening up to receive him. His tongue entered your mouth with kindness. Ford reached your waist and pulled you closer. Your hands traveled around his shoulders and back. The kissing became more intense. You put your hands on the water and grab his now hard dick. Even while kissing you can feel Ford smile, and that's what indicates you should keep going. You kept jerking him off while he kissed you and caressed your body.

Suddenly he grabbed your ankles and pulled them so you could almost lay down. He got on top of you. Water fell of the bathtub but none of you cared. He kissed you one more time before whispering:

"Can I...?"

You took a deep breath and pressed your lips before answering.

"Yes."

And so he did. Corporal Ford traced you body with his hands in order to find the best position to penetrate you. You felt his dick touch your skin slowly. You started to breath heavily in anticipation but he remained calm. His dick entered you with the same calm attitude. He knew he had you. For that night you were fully his.

With your whole arms you hugged Ford and brought him closer. More water fell across the bathroom. While getting in and out of you in a slow pace he softly kissed your face. Your lips, your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your eyelids, your ears. You started to moan quietly and so did he. Now both of you were breathing heavily.

Ford started to fasten the pace. you curled your feet in pleasure and your moans became increasingly louder. You could feel his heavy breathing in your ear. You whispered his name and he whispered yours. Listening to his voice, feeling his beard on your neck and his dick inside of you. All of this made you cum.

You pressed your legs against Ford as he cummed inside of you. His body started to tremble as he moaned one last time, louder than ever. He hugged you tight and kept his dick inside of you still hard. You closed your eyes wide shut allowing yourself to focus on all the sensations he was making you feel.

Eventually both of you caught your breaths. He sat on the water giving you as room as he could in the small wooden bathtub. You locked eyes one more time but he smiled this time. You smiled back.

"We need to take a proper shower now." He said, and you agreed.

After the shower you slept in the same bed. Corporal Ford left the next day. You never saw each other again.

#corporal ford #corporal lewis ford #overlord 2018 #wyatt Russell #smut #FoxtrotFanfic

[topherfoxtrot]

Welcome fellow online wanderer! You can call me Topher, it's one of my many names. This is a personal site so I'll reblog anything I like. Be aware my pool of interests is seasonal and might include (but not limited to):

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[topherfoxtrot]

Thunderbolts: The hulk's personal protection team

Hey, here's the second episode of my fanon thunderbolts. Since last episode Emil Blonsky escaped from his imprisonment. He's probably going after the Hulk, right? John, Ava, Yelena, Justin and the mysterious Contessa Valentina attend to a presentation Bruce Banner is giving at MIT to find out. This one is more comedy leaned. It wasn't a conscious choice, it just sort of happened. But I'm glag it did. If you enjoy your read please like, share or comment something :D

Valentina hated those heels but something inside of her made she wear them anyways, even on grass. She was going first and foremost. Justin Hammer was right behind her jumping in excitement and giving a lot of useless yet interesting facts about MIT lore and culture. The rest of the thunderbolts were there too. John was wearing a cap and a 5 o'clock beard. Ava was wearing a huge gray sweater as she usually did. Yelena was rocking a leather jacket. For all purposes they did look like a group of college students.

"This place is huge!" Ava looked around, "I wish I went to college."

"What would you do?" John asked.

"I don't know. Anything except quantum physics I guess!" Ava laughed.

"I knew a quantum physics guy once." Justin thought out loud.

"Yeah you knew everyone." Yelena rolled her eyes, "You told that already. We been knew."

"Hey, no need to be so harsh. Your new equipment is my property and I can reclaim them at any time, remember?"

"Oh yeah I haven't used the tasers yet. Wanna help me out with that?" Yelena smirked.

"Behave, children." Valentina intervened, "We want doctor Banner to have a good first impression about us. Specially after the Blosnky incident." She side eyed Ava.

The campus was packed with people of all ages and all around the country and possibly the whole world too. There have been a lot of workshops and seminars the whole week, but today's main event was special: Bruce Banner was gonna give a presentation on the applications of biochemistry in robotics. Apparently the robot dogs running around campus were testing an engine that doesn't need gasoline or electric energy to work.

"I've seen those dogs before." John was reading an informative folder, "I don't think building them to never sleep is a good idea."

"I have a history of dangerous applications of robotics and I agree." Justin cleaned his glasses. The microfiber cloth had his name on it. "It can get out of hand rather quickly!"

"Now that I think about it Bruce Banner also has a history of dangerous applications of robotics." Yelena pointed out, "Y'all remember Ultron?"

"Mistakes are learning opportunities. I mean, not for them I guess." Valentina sighted, "Trust me those super idiots are always making mistakes and they never learn!" She said that last part in a loud whisper.

The presentation was supposed to happen at 4pm so they got there one hour earlier as the Contessa wanted. Doctor Banner was in the auditorium already. His big hands were setting the projector and his eyes were studying the obnoxiously small papers scattered across the table. As usual, the heels Valentina was wearing announced her presence.

"Doctor Banner." She greeted him formally.

"Hello." He analyzed her quickly, "How can I help you..? And you?" He looked at the thunderbolts arriving with the Contessa.

"Well, you see." Valentina took off her sunglasses, "It might actually be the other way around. We are the ones who are here to help."

"Oh." Bruce changed his posture to pay full attention at the lady.

"We are the thunderbolts and we are here to protect you Doctor Banner."

"Protect... me?" Bruce tried to sound polite.

"We have privileged information that confirms you might be in danger, man!" Justin put himself in front of Valentina, "We don't want to scare you or anything but the Abomination scaped his imprisonment!"

Bruce's eyes opened wide suddenly. It's been fifteen years since he saw Emil Blonsky. And as time passed by he caught himself thinking about the man less and less. Now however this distant memory became an immediate danger.

"Should I cancel the..?"

"No, of course not Doctor Banner!" Valentina waved her hand as if the whole situation was nothing but a little annoyance, "You can carry on with your presentation. The Thunderbolts are here to protect you. Also, my name is Valentina Allegra de La Fontiane, Contessa Valentina de La Fontiane. It's a lot to remember I know but don't worry, I'm hard to forget."

"Okay. The.. hm, thunderbolts." He looked at the weird bunch, "Hey aren't you the new Captain America?" He asked.

John looked down and then looked to the roof real quick, "I'm not Captain America anymore." He said between his teeth.

"Yeah there's a new new Captain America now." Valentina rolled her eyes, "But that's not important now, is it? We'll just sit here and wait for the presentation to be over. How about that?"

Bruce didn't trust the team quite yet, but he trusted himself to be his own protection so it was no big deal. Still, as the thunderbolts took their sits at the end of the room, Bruce grabbed his cellphone to check if Emil was really out. There was nothing on the news or on twitter which meant that either Valentina was lying or the government was hiding this information really well. Both options were equally plausible in Bruce's eyes so he decided to roll with it.

***

When the presentation started the lights went out. Yelena, Ava, John, Justin and Valentina were sitting on the last set of chairs. At some point Valentina got up to get a phonecall. John whispered to not disturb the presentation:

"So...who is she?"

"What do you mean?" Justin asked, also quietly.

"This... Contessa. I don't know. Her." He pointed at the exit door she just left through.

"Haven't you read the card?" Ava asked.

"What card? You mean the blank card? The one with nothing written on it?"

"It was written with invisible ink." Yelena clarified.

"Invisible ink?" John couldn't believe his own words.

"John that's the oldest trick in the book." Justin seemed interested in the presentation, "Espionage 101."

"I was black ops...!" John sounded offended. Someone shushed them so they stayed in silence for a while. Ava felt bad for John though.

"It doesn't matter if you read it or not." She whispered, "It's not like there was any key information there. It was just her name and this weird lightning symbol."

"The thunderbolts!" Justin whispered back.

"So.. us?" John asked.

"That's what it seems." Yelena looked around with no sign of the Contessa, "But who are we?"

"Didn't she explain anything to you guys?" Justin asked.

"No! Did she explain anything to you?"

"I mean, no."

"What?" Ava asked a little louder than intended.

"She just said she would sponsor my projects so I was immediately on board." Justin justified himself, "I just assumed you were more into her deal than I was."

"I can't believe I fell for another pyramid scheme." Ava sighted

"Another?" John asked.

Someone shushed them again, more aggressively this time.

"Excuse me who do you think you are to shush me??" Justin whispered as loud as he could.

"Hammer, sit down!" Yelena ordered.

"Not, let's see what this fella has to say!" Justin grabbed his cellphone to use as a flashlight, but that was not necessary because the lights turned on out of sudden. The robot dogs entered the room as part of the presentation and everyone clapped and cheered at them. Justin sat down again and straighten his blazer aggressively.

The robot dogs did some flips and silly dances. Their "skin" was transparent so it was possible to see all fluids and engines working inside. Everyone was having a good time except Justin, John and Yelena. Something about the dogs and the claps made John unsettled. Yelena felt the same. They looked at each other looking for some guidance. That's when the shots were fired.

A few people from the crowd got up wearing balaclava masks and wielding machine guns. The robot dogs positioned themselves, one on each side of every seat row. The chemicals inside them started to bubble in a menacing way. A man from the first seat now in balaclava got closer to Hulk with a shotgun aimed at his head.

"Hello everyone!" The man screamed, "We are only here for the money. If everyone cooperates, no one gets hurt."

The criminals started to walk around the room with huge bags stealing rings, watches, wallets and all sorts of jewelry.

"There's twelve of them." Yelena whispered.

"How much you can take?" John analyzed the room with her.

"Without getting shot? A few. But the dogs seem to be time bombs."

"Yeah there's too many people here. We have to think this through!" Ava stated.

"Oh my god is that Ant-Man??" Justin screamed pointing at Ava's feet.

"What? Where?" Ava got up on a jump. The men started shooting at her but she phased around the bullets out of reflex. That was just the distraction Justin needed to run into the exit door Valentina went through minutes ago.

"Fucking Hammer!" Yelena grunted before jumping to the ground. A nearby dog jumped to attack her but she quickly applied a jiujitsu move that made the dog fly above her. The fluids inside the robot started to shine in a weird way. John jumped across the seats and kicked the robot to the roof where it exploded. The roof suffered some damage but no enough to fall. No one got hurt. Except the dog whose metallic remains fell onto the ground.

John landed beside Yelena to check on her. Ava made herself invisible and visible again more times than the nearest criminal could comprehend. When Ava reached him she grabbed him by the back and used him as a human shield. Her hand phased into his neck in a lethal threat.

"Nobody shoots no one and no bloody dog explodes!" She demanded.

Everyone in the auditorium hold their breath together. Bruce seemed to be having fun. Yelena and John remained on the ground watching everything in anticipation. Ava had declared a temporary negotiating time, but for how long?

Suddenly breaking the absolute silence the auditorium was emerged in music started to come out of the speakers on the wall. Even the criminals looked around confused to the sound of "U can't touch this". When MC Hammer sang the iconic 'Hammer time!' the exit door exploded and among the smoke Justin Hammer emerged with a shield, three tasers, a shotgun and bunch of flash grenades. He took his right hand to the sky to show his car keys in triumph.

"He went out to get our stuff from the car trunk." John said in denial.

"Fucking Hammer!" Yelena screamed again (with a smile this time) before running to his direction. John came right after.

The criminals started shooting at Justin, who jumped to the ground scattering everything he brought with him. Ava let go of her human shield and disappeared. Yelena grabbed her tasers and John grabbed his shield. They both got up ready for action. The criminals started shooting and John instinctively projected the shield in front of them while Yelena got closer to him.

"Hey, it even looks like we rehearsed it!" Yelena said, smiling.

John also gave her a smile. Without realizing it he offered his arm for a forearm pump like he used to do with an old friend. Yelena forearm pumped him and jumped back into action. John smiled even brighter.

What happens next is just incredible. John's shield ricochet's throughout the whole auditorium at his will. Ava phases through and disarms everyone fast. Even with no powers Yelena runs around quickly dodging bullets and immobilizing the criminals. Justin cheered for them just alright. But he also turned off the robot dogs and used some of the flash grenades when necessary.

At the end of the showdown all the criminals were gathered at the podium. Bruce scrubbed his hands with a pride smile as if he did something at all. The gesture clarified that the threat was indeed neutralized so all the people in the crowd got up and started clapping at them. Justin waved his hands with a bright smile.

"Come on guys, it's the least we could do."

"What is happening?" Ava grabbed her arms is a slight self hug.

"Don't you see?" Hulk whispered to her, "You're the heroes!"

The sentence made John move his shoulders awkwardly. We are the heroes!, He whispered to himself. Yelena giggled because she totally heard that. She grabbed one of John's hands and one of Ava's hands and curved to the crowd as if they were actors in a play. Ava and John looked at each other and decided to bound as well. The cheers went louder.

The Contessa finally came back. She looked worried.

"What the fuck is going on?"

"We are the heroes, Val!" Justin winked at her before grabbing John's shield and bound as well.

#john walker #john walker positive post #thunderbolts #ava starr #yelena belova #justin Hammer #valentina allegra de fontaine #bruce banner #FoxtrotFanfic

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Ice cold eyes❄️

❄️Anders Cain smut yeahh. Don't worry you don't need to watch the movie, just keep in mind he's a hockey player with daddy and anger issues.

✨As usual reader is first person and neutral. The dialogue is fun but the text gets super explicit at the end. Be advised. TWs include sex obviously, daddy calling, feet kissing and cum swallow.

🙏Don't forget to like, reblog or comment anything if you enjoyed this piece of moral depravity ^^

Being Anders' neighbor was weird. Some days I could listen to him screaming at the tv or at the cellphone. Some nights I could hear his bed moving around while he had sex. Sometimes his apartment would stay in absolute silence for almost a month. Other times I could listen to him crying in the dark. Those usually came after he had a phone call with his dad.

Tonight was one of those nights. I have a really good hearing so I could always hear his cellphone's ringtone. I paused the Netflix show I was watching and silently walked towards the wall so I could hear him better. Anders' 'hey dad' was kinda of shy. There was some silence. He tried to speak but his father on the other end of the call interrupted him. Anders listened to whatever his dad was saying in silence, except for an occasional deep sigh. He tried to speak again but was interrupted once more. Anders finished the call with a "yes sir".

I knew what was coming but I couldn't take myself away from the wall. I listened to the few dragged footsteps Anders made before collapsing on what I assumed was his couch. Anders cried as silently as he could, I never saw his tears but I could listen to the sniffs. At this point a huge part of me had already decided going to his house so I could help him in some way. I had to wait for the next stage though.

Anders got up and growled. Like a feral animal he approached his punching bag and started to beat the shit out of it. After living next to Anders for more than a year I could actually pinpoint when he was casually training and when he was having one of those anger releasing moments. I walked around my house trying to come up with an excuse to pay him a visit while the punching continued.

There was not a cup of sugar or borrowed plastic pot or any favor to return. We barely ever talked to each other apart from the eventual good mornings and good evenings we would say to each other when we crossed on the hall. Hell I only knew his name because I heard some of his friends saying it in own of those boys nights they have.

I pressed my lips and frowned in disappointment before walking back to the wall. The punching had stoped. I took a deep breath while gathering the courage to actually go talk to him. I left my apartament and walked towards his door still minding my steps as if I was doing something imoral (like invading his privacy). It took me a couple moments to actually knock on his door. I heard him moving around, he clearly wasn't expecting anyone.

When Anders opened the door the first thing I noticed was the bandaid on his nose and the little wound on his left eyebrow. And of course his eyes were bloated due to the recent crying. We were both wearing the same clothes: sweatpants and an old t-shirt. He sniffled hard before talking softly.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm gonna be honest with you." I switched the weight on my feet, "I know you have been crying."

Anders looked at me like I've just caught him completely naked. His eyes traveled to my bare feet and up to my head real fast. They crossed the hall and then stopped at my eyes. It felt like there was more than one sentence forming inside his head at the same time. I purposefully passed my hands on my arms and elbows. He blinked a couple times before inviting me to come in as I knew he would.

The punching bag felt familiar even though I've never actually seen it. I spotted the couch too and the tv. His apartment had the same blueprint than mine and yet it looked really different. I could tell that some of the furniture was too expansive to be there. And the whole place smelled like the cleaning products I couldn't afford to buy. In an instant I remembered all the occasions I would hear the broom and the vacuum working at his apartment. Anders' voice took me out of my own thoughts.

"I'm sorry you heard me." He came from the kitchen holding a glass of water.

"You don't need to!" I reassured him.

"No." Anders shook his head, "I shouldn't cry like that. I'm a grown up. I can take it."

I actually chuckled upon hearing that. He looked offended so I quickly grabbed the glass of water to assert some kindness.

"I'm sorry! It's just that... that's not what being an adult is about. At all! Besides my relationship with my dad is also not good so I can definitely relate."

"You heard the call too?"

"Come on Anders we've been living next to each other for over a year man!" I almost spit the water when I realized what the silence he made actually meant. He never told me his name. I chuckled again, embarrassed this time, "Sorry, I heard your friends calling you that."

He quickly looked at the wall as if trying to see through into my apartment.

"My hearing is above average good, I guess." I smiled akwardly, "And the walls are super thin."

"Actually now that I think about it." Anders looked at me again, from head to toe like he did at the door, "I've heard you to."

Hearing that made my spine freeze. I replayed all my days in my mind. I work from home so I basically stay indoors 24/7. I often listen to music but never loud enough to disturb anyone. I also listen to podcasts while cooking and always end up crying with Netflix shows not targeted to my age. What has he heard??

"what have you heard?"

Anders actually smiled. He walked to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of expensive wine and two cups.

"Are you in a hurry?"

***

We spend some good forty minutes talking on his couch while drinking wine and eating sunflower seeds. Anders said it was about the gains. 'Sunflower seeds are for the winners!', on his words.

We exchanged cooking recipes and cleaning techniques. We also talked about how hard (yet good) it was to live alone. I talked about my work at the computer and he talked about his hockey games and how he would sometimes travel to play far away leagues, which explained his occasional absence.

As the alcohol made it's magic we started to talk about more silly stuff. He said that I had a really bad taste in music, which I agreed. I said that once I found out his name and heard his friends using all this sport vocabulary I googled 'Anders + hockey' to figure out who he was. And I was actually quite surprised he was considerably famous even though I had no idea who he was. I almost considered selling his address to crazy fans. That made him laugh

"How are they like?" I poured more wine into both our glasses, "The fans I mean."

"Eh, you know." Anders shrugged, "Some of them want to drink a beer with you. Some of them want to kiss you. And some of them want to kidnap you."

"And have you ever been kidnapped?"

"Only on purpose." Anders winked at me. That made me smile. His beard was not really my thing but looking closely he was indeed quite attractive. Or maybe that was just the wine talking.

"I mean, I'm at your house and you're drunk. I could very much kidnap you right now couldn't I?" without putting any thoughts into it I raised my feet to the couch because they're so so damn cold. Anders grabbed my feet softly and placed them on his lap.

"You're also drunk. Do you think you can keep me here?"

"At this point we both know that you can only get kidnapped if you're willing to. So the question is: do you want me to kidnap you, Anders Cain?"

He looked at me with those bright blue eyes of his while gently caressing my feet. Slowly and without taking his eyes off me Anders brought my left foot closer to him and kissed it. No one has ever done that to me. And very few people have looked at at me the way he was looking.

"How much do you think you father would pay for your rescue?"

"Honestly? Not much..." Anders placed my foot on his lap again and for a few seconds he looked away from me. I bit my lip in frustration.

"Let's put it this way then." I placed my almost empty glass of wine on the expansive mat, "What about you being daddy tonight?"

The look on Anders' face made it clear that no one has ever offered him such position before. And I was so glad I could be the first to help him explore such profanity. His hands moved from my feet to my ankles. I got closer to him and grabbed his glass of wine to placed it on the mat as well. From this distance I could see a little bit of gray in his eyes. We kissed.

At first softly. His beard felt weird against my cheeks and chin, but not for long. I could taste the wine on his lips and mouth. Once his tongue came into play I felt his hands on my thighs. That made me kiss him even harder. It's been more than a month since the last time I had sex, I definitely missed the touch. I tried to jump on his lap but he grunted in pain and quickly asked me to back away.

"What is it?" I asked worried.

"Hockey stuff." He briefly explained before taking off his shirt to reveal the wounds around his ribs and shoulders. In the heat of the moment that only made me desire Anders even more. I took my shirt off and got up to get closer to him. I gently placed my hands on his waist before kissing him again.

"Don't worry." I whispered, "I'll be gentle daddy."

That made Anders hyperventilate briefly, which of course only made me proud of myself. I kissed his big hands. Then I kissed his forearms and biceps. His shoulders were broad and strong and yet lean. I kissed his shoulders and back being careful not to put too much pressure of the wounds. He flinched slightly but didn't ask me to stop.

Facing Anders again I grabbed the sweatpants and lowered them slowly. His eyes followed mine like that scene from karate kid. That made me feel powerful but I promised 'daddy' I would be kind. I would bring him to orgasm. I would bring him to forget his problems for a while. I would bring him to relax.

I grabbed Anders' dick in order to pull him into his room, but he didn't move. Instead he pulled me closer and kissed my neck. His bite made electricity run through my whole body. When we parted he looked at me with such predator eyes. Blue as ice. Sharp as a knife. Terrifying is not the best word to describe it but it's the first one that comes to mind.

Suddenly I remembered all those videos I digged up online of Anders beating the shit out of other hockey players. Did he look at them the same way he was looking at me? Did they like it as much as I am? Unfiltered duo to the alcohol I whispered.

"You're crazy."

"You like it." He whispered back.

It felt like we should smile but we didn't. Our eyes kept locked in a horny stare. I grabbed his dick again and pulled him into his room without taking my eyes off his. Same blueprint. The thing that catch my attention was the daisy flowers on Anders' bedstand. They seemed out of place for some reason. Or maybe I just didn't know him well enough.

I made him sit on the bed, back on the headboard. He made himself comfortable and I got naked in front of him. He looked at me from head to toe for the third time that night. I licked my own lips in anticipation. His dick was rock hard. Inviting me.

I crawled towards Anders. My hands caressing his ankles and thighs. I kissed him in the mouth again before kissing his neck. He grunted with my weight on him, but only slightly. I then proceeded to kiss his chest and nipples. With my mouth I followed his blonde treasure trail. I kissed his balls testing their sensitivity. Then licked his dick from base to head. When I finally put his cock inside my mouth Anders shivered a little.

His dick was not too long or thick. It was avarage but it only made it easier for me to do my thing. I absolutely took my time. I payed attention to every moan and slight movement Anders made. Slowly deciphering what he liked best.

When I felt like he was approaching climax I went faster for the final prize. He started to moan louder like I've heard from my apartment. I recognized it. I knew it was time. I swallowed his dick into my throat until I felt my nose touching his pubes. He cummed hard into my mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly as I swallowed spunk after spunk of his delicious cum.

After his orgasm I kept sucking his dick until it became soft again. Anders kept moving his finger toes around and grunting in pleasure as I finished my job. When I eventually got satisfied I moved to get off the bed but Anders pulled me back to a kiss. His eyes were still as blue as ice but they looked at me with much more kindness now. We both took a deep breath before kissing again.

***

I didn't like to sleep in the house of the people I had sex with but my apartment was literally a few steps away so I didn't mind. Anders and I took a shower together. We were more sober at the time and talked drowned in the kind of intimacy only an orgasm can grant you, even if temporarily. I slept on his bed with him. We woke up a few times because I would accidentally put my weight on one his hockey wounds.

In the next morning he left to train and I left to my apartment for working. He spend a couple days away and I caught myself checking the hockey leagues every now and then. We had sex some other times after that. I don't know if we consider ourselves friends but one thing is for sure: at this point we know each other better than anyone.

#Anders Cain #FoxtrotFanfic #Wyatt Russell #smut #goon last of the enforcers 2017 #as you know english is not my first language #I'm literally so proud of this writing #also this was the hornier i got so far #hope y'all enjoy :D

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A new start

In which John and Olivia move to the countryside with new identities tô start a new life post tfatws. Might be considered a fix it fic I guess? I just want my babies to have a kind of happily ever after. Hella Domestic. Also I don't live in the US so there might be some cultural and grammatical mistakes. Sue me. Hope y'all enjoy.

All the kids in the seventh grade class quickly sat down and made silence when the teacher announced they would have one of those Captain America educacional vids. They were still too young to find those cringe.

Olivia pressed the button and Sam Wilson showed up on the television. Some kids clapped, other cheered. The teacher remained in silence. Having a black Capitain America wasn't even in her wildest dreams growing up. Yet there he was. And yet Olivia couldn't help but feel a little bittersweet taste in her tongue. She was happy for Sam of course. But, an that the children on the class wouldn't learn on tv, the history of the shield is not as bright and heroic as Sam makes it seem to be.

After all her classes, before Olivia could leave the staffroom one of her colleagues called her name.

"Maria. We're going to Joe's tonight just for a couple drinks. It's still four of course!" She laughed, "Wanna come?"

Maria. Yeah. That's the name she chose. The people of witness protection liked it and so did John - now Jack. They decided to rename themselves after their favorite drink so John chose Jack after Jack Daniels and Olivia chose Maria after Tia Maria.

"I would love to but I have the thing tonight. Remember?"

"Oh right! The thing!"

Olivia gave her colleague a bright smile before leaving the staffroom. She preferred to go home by bike but at that time of the year it was super cold at Springville so the car was her option of the day. It took her half an hour to get to her new home.

The suburban house was simple. It had no second floor and no fence on the front. The walls were painted a dark green like olive and the door was carved with flowers. Olivia parked the car and entered the front door quickly to avoid the cold. The lights were all off. Olivia screamed Jack's name (just in case) and received a response from the backyard.

"I'm right here!" John said loud enough for Olivia to hear.

Olivia took off her gloves but not the scarf. She put her keys on the wooden table by the door where a couple photographs were. Usually none of them would pay much attention to them but tonight Olivia took a few extra seconds to look at one particular photograph. Herself, along with John and Lemar in their 20's. They had just gotten back from Afghanistan and spent a whole weekend partying and drinking together. Including of course jack Daniels, Tia Maria and Smirnoff, Lemar's favorite. Olivia smiled sadly before putting the photo back.

She then preceded to cross the small house onto the backyard where John was sitting by the fire. Once he heard her steps, John looked back to face his wife. His blue eyes met her hazel eyes and both of them smiled with their whole body.

"You look amazing." He said.

"I'm literally wearing work clothes Jack."

"which only makes it more amazing. Besides," he looked around quickly "we are alone... Olivia"

Olivia smiled and sat by John's side

"Okay... John."

He kissed her cheek and his thick beard made her tickle all over. Since everyone knew John's face duo to his time as Captain America he needed to keep that beard. It was the first time John ever let his beard grow that much. He said it was unconformable, but Olivia liked it a lot. It made him look like a character from a tv show they've been watching.

They just sat by the fire for a while. It was still daytime but the sky was filled with dark clouds. Olivia was the one who broke the silence.

"Crazy few months, right?" She tried to smile.

"yeah.." john tilted his head swiftly. "From hero to zero."

"Don't say that. You did your best."

"Did I?" John took a big breath. The cold air didn't bother him much. He was still getting used to it though. "I was not the hero they wanted me to be."

They both stayed in silence a little more. It was just so complicated. Olivia loved John like she's never loved anyone. Still even her couldn't say he was a saint.

"Did you bought it?" She said after a while.

"Yeahs, of course."

John grabbed a bottle of Smirnoff from the cold wet grass. They both looked at it in silence. If they had guests John would pretend to struggle while opening the bottle. Instead he opened the bottle effortlessly.

"I'll go first. Because, you known.. I won't.."

"Yeah yeah. Go ahead."

John drank like it was fucking water. His throat felt the burn but his brain remained intact. He then passed the bottle to Olivia who took a smaller dose. It was enough to make her head spin though.

"He would've loved Springville." Olivia said coughing.

"He really would!" John laughed.

Olivia laughed as well. Suddenly they started laughing out loud. But not for much. Their laughter got poisoned by grief like it did many other times in the past months. John drank so more.

"I can't believe it's been a year already." Olivia sighted.

"To Lemar!" John said.

"To Lemar!" Olivia repeated.

They continued drinking.

#john walker positive post #Olivia walker positive post #johnolivia #lemar hoskins positive post #tfatws spoilers #the falcon and the winter soldier spoilers #john Walker #olivia walker #Springville AU #FoxtrotFanfic

[topherfoxtrot]

Resilience

Here's the third part of my thunderbolts au. Emil Blonsky scaped his long imprisonment but he didn't went after the Hulk. Where did he go? The answer is bellow the cut. There's an original character here too. I'm not kin of OCs but I didn't find any character who would fit the role I wanted. Said oc will only be a part of this episode so consider it a special guest appearance. I've realized I've been writing more and more with each installment. Sorry about that, I'm getting more comfortable with the whole precess and I like to challenge myself. Continuing the trend, this chapter has a widely different vibe from the previous ones. As usual if you enjoyed please like, share or comment something.

Episode one

Episode two

Emil woke up from a nightmare. It was a fight. From as long as he could remember all Emil did was fight. Now even when he's not awake he's still fighting. He sat on the bed breathing heavily. Wait, where am I? He thought.

"You must be confused." A female voice was heard nearby.

Emil looked around looking for it. The cabin was small. The bedroom, the living room and the kitchen were all occupying the same space. There were two doors, one of them was probably for the bathroom. The woman was sitting at the kitchen table. She dressed a knitted sweater and rabbit slippers.

"My name is Charlie Reznik." She pointed at the soup, "Are you hungry?"

"Where am I?"

"Alaska. Three hours driving from Barrow."

Emil sat on the bed. He was naked. He covered himself with the blankets not for modesty but because they were warm.

"You weren't using any clothes when I found you and you don't seem like the kind of person who would wear my clothes. I hope the blankets kept you warm."

"Found me?"

"Yeah. You were screaming a lot. And throwing trees around." Charlie chuckled, "Eventually you got tired and just fell asleep right where you were. I was thinking about calling the police or something but when you started to shrink I decided to bring you here."

Suddenly Emil looked at himself realizing he did indeed shrink. He didn't look like that anymore. Still, the bones in his hands and abdomen were more prominent than they should be. He took his hands to his back to feel his spine was also prominent. That made him think of the super soldier serum, of the Hulk and of the prison he just scaped.

"I need to contact someone." Emil got up only to fall on the ground.

"Are you okay?" Charlie approached him with caution.

"I think I'll have the soap first actually." Emil muttered realizing how weak his body was.

***

The soup made with vegetables reminded Emil of his childhood in Russia. He had almost no recollection of those few years before he moved to England. He mostly remembered the cold and his mother's soap.

"I need to ask you but.. it's gonna sound weird." Emil was at the table tangled with the blankets, "What year is this?"

Charlie looked him in the eyes to decide if he was being serious or not. Emil didn't flinch so nor did Charlie, "It's 2023."

Emil pressed his lips and started to breath heavily. He was sleeping this whole time. They kept him asleep without ever giving him a chance to explain himself. No consent and no agency.

"No one has heard anything about you since 2008 Mr Blonsky and now you show up in the middle of the forest not knowing the year?" Charlie seemed genuinely curious.

"You know me?"

"I didn't recognize you at first. There isn't much footage from big you. But the sketch from witnesses matched pretty well. They call you the Abomination."

"Abomination?" Emil suddenly smashed the wooden table with enough strength to crack it. Charlie quickly moved her left hard to somewhere under the table. They locked eyes. For the first time Charlie didn't seem warm and inviting but rather fierce and absolutely ready to react. Emil closed his eyes a bit before recomposing himself.

"I'm sorry."

"I also think the name is impolite." Charlie brought her hand back, "But no one knew anything about you except you were military assigned to find Bruce Banner. I had to make some phone calls and turns out my guess was right! You are indeed in the accords database. Quite high level threat.

"What accords?"

"Alright." Charlie put her hair behind her ears, "I need you to be honest with me Mr Blonsky. What's the last thing you remember?"

So he said. He fought the hulk on Harlem, fell unconscious and woke up in Alaska. Charlie brought a computer from a big bag under the bed and put it on the table in a way that both of them could see it.

"The world changed a lot since 2008 Mr Blonsky. Put on your seatbelts."

Charlie then gave him a contemporary history class the best way she could while showing videos and pictures whenever she felt necessary. She talked about the avengers assembling in 2012 to stop an alien invasion caused by a norse god. She talked about the genocidal robot destroying a whole country in 2015. She talked about Wanda Maximoff killing those people back in 2016. She talked about the Sokovia accords and how that made the avengers disassemble. She talked about Wakanda opening up to the rest of the world. She talked about the avengers coming together again to fight yet another alien invasion. She talked about the snap and the chaotic years that followed. She talked about the blip and the even more chaotic year that followed it. Emil listened to everything in silence. It was a lot but he was smart.

"They put me to sleep for fifteen years." He whispered.

"I'm so sorry about that. It's unfair."

Emil had finished his soup but he stayed exactly where he was. Thinking about everything.

"I became strong. I became as strong as I could and still... they defeated me with bed time."

"You're being unfair."

"How come?"

"I don't think strength is really what you think it is."

"How would you know?"

Emil looked at Charlie's small stature with unconscious disdain. She picked on that and wore her fierce eyes again.

"With all due the respect Mr Blonsky..." It was possibly to hear the rage under her words, "You have no idea how strong I am. Thanos snapped my whole family! I wasn't even at home when it happened. Do you have any idea how much strength I needed to gather to simply get up every morning? I may not have big muscles like you -in fact no one does Mr Blonsky - but guess what? You could not have went through what I did. I'm sure of it!"

Emil got up aggressively and so did Charlie.

"You're really pulling the trauma card?"

"Wanna compete?"

"I think I do." He showed his teeth.

Charlie walked across the cabin stepping heavely. She sat on the bed. "Enlighten me."

The challenge got Emil off guard. He hesitated.

"I don't need to tell you anything."

"Of course you don't. If you tell me how traumatized you are, I'll tell you how traumatized I am. Then you will have to admit that none of it gives you permission to do the shitty things you did!"

The cabin merged in silence. Outside there was nothing but the cold wind running through the trees.

"I know your type." Charlie continued, a little calmer now, "Though childhood huh? No perspective of a future so you joined the military. Felt good to explode some heads didn't it? It felt powerful."

Emil remained in silence. He still looked mad, but remained in silence. Charlie went to the kitchen and grabbed a photograph from one of the drawers. She gave it to Emil.

"You're military." Emil studied the photo of Charlie and other soldiers smiling inside a tent.

"Used to be. Came back in 2019. The welcoming party wasn't exactly a party as you can imagine. My house was empty. As I said both my parents and my little brother got snapped. That's when I found this cabin."

"It's not yours?"

"Nah. I don't know who it belongs to actually. It was a cold night and I was just driving aimless. I don't know why exactly. Everything just seemed so meaningless back then. I felt weak."

Emil put the photograph on the table and they both locked eyes again. Not with anger this time though.

"It's cold but it's isolated enough. I could cry and scream as much as I wanted without anyone knowing. And did I need to scream! Scream at Thanos, scream at my parents, scream at myself. A part of me wish it could've been me, y'know? Trust me I would give my life for theirs in the blink of an eye! Yet, here I was."

Charlie sat at the table again. The temperature of the cabin went from 20°C to 40°C and then to 20°C again. Emil felt sorry about the table but most importantly he felt sorry for making Charlie mad.

"There's no much to say." He started, "Though childhood. No perspective. Joined the military. After everything I've seen, being strong is honestly the only option. It's survival."

"I get it. I really do. But strength is not on your muscles."

"Don't come with this heartfelt bullshit."

"It's not." Charlie chuckled, "Trust me I won't fall for that bullshit either. It's something else."

She got up and grabbed an old book from the shelf near the bed.

"All those things were already here when I got here for the first time. There was water, gas, energy, the bed, the blankets. It's like whoever lived here had just left. I've known this place for couple more than three years now. No one is ever here except me, yet the feeling never goes away."

The old book was covered with leather.

"Self help book?" Emil asked.

"In a way." Charlie tilted her head, "This book is about the universe. But not like a scientific encyclopedia. This book is about the whole universe, about the energy that comes from different parts of the multiverse and how to harvest and manipulate them. Essencially, magic!"

"Alright it's a self help book. Magic is not real."

"I was honestly hoping you would say that." Charlie smiled, "Check this out!"

Charlie put her hands in front of her and took a deep breath in order to focus. She moved her hands vertically and a orange string appeared from thin air. Charlie's hands drew a circle in the air and the string curved itself in a circumference. Charlie closed her hands as if grabbing something and with another gesture polygonal forms started to draw themselves in the magic circle. Charlie snapped her fingers with both hands and the whole thing started to spin like a magical ferris wheel.

"You discovered magic!" Emil whispered.

"Of course I didn't! People have been studying that for a long time. I just happened to find a weird book." The magical strings disappeared as Charlie stopped focusing so much on them, "You know when you are depressed so you set a simple goal just to give yourself a little achievement?"

"No, actually. But that's seems like solid advice."

"It is!" Charlie chuckled, "Anyways I read this whole book in like two days and I didn't understand shit. But I was super interested and started to dig the internet and beyond for anything related to all the weird concepts I found. I read the book more two of three times after that. Each time I learned something different and gained a new perspective over myself and the universe around me."

"So it is a self help book!" Emil laughed.

"As I said, it is but in a weird way. I mean look around. There's aliens and gods and the multiverse. When you think of all of it don't your problems seem way smaller?"

"I'm not sure."

"Here's how it's gonna be. I go to Barrow buy you some clothes and you think about everything I just said." She grabbed a jacket and wore boots, "But you have to pay me back alright? Otherwise I'm gonna hunt you and I'll find you. Remember: I know magic!"

"Okay, that's fair!"

Charlie grabbed a ring with slot for two fingers in a kitchen drawer. "That was one of the things I found here. Magic becomes weirdly intuitive once you learn some basics."

She made that focused face again and started to draw circles in the air with her right hand. The air in the middle of the cabin heated up and started to sparkle. An orange circle (much like the one she conjured with the hand gestures) appeared but in the middle of it was possible to see an alley.

"What is this?" Emil was shocked.

"Fast travel!" Charlie winked before passing through. The portal was gone as soon as she was gone and Emil found himself alone in the cabin.

***

There was a small mirror in the bathroom. Alone, he could check his own body for the first time. His face looked pretty much the same, he hadn't aged one day in the past fifteen years. Besides his hands and shoulders and spine, his elbows were also abnormally prominent. Was he the Abomination after all?

The power felt good, he remembered. Felt god-like. But the cost was too high. Emil became too dangerous and lost control over his own life for more than a decade. He wanted to blame Ross and Banner but would it be even fair? Emil was the one who accepted to take the serum in the first place. He actually pointed a gun at that scientist. He begged to become as strong as the Hulk is.

Emil left the house still covered in blankets. The cold snow made his feet burn but no enough to bother him. He was strong after all. Or maybe he enjoyed the pain in a sick way of reinforcing his own superiority belief. An orange portal opened nearby after a while.

"Aren't you feeling cold?" Charlie asked coming with a bag of clothes.

"A little."

"Come. See if any of those fit you. They're from the local thrift shop by the way."

"I've wore worse."

Charlie bought a simple jeans, two shirts, a flannel and boots. Really simple stuff just to protect Emil from the cold. It fit well.

"Thank you." He said.

"You're in debt, Mr Blonsky. Don't you forget that."

"You know magic." He chuckled, "I can't allow myself to have you as an enemy Ms Reznik."

They both laughed. Charlie sat at the table and started to type something on the computer.

"The feds are all over town." Charlie commented, "They're looking for you."

"Listen," he said, "I need to ask you a favor but first can I go for a walk?

***

Emil took a deep breath before jumping as high as he could. He could not see above the tall trees so he jumped again but grabbed one of the trees this time. Even with his bare hards, the wood bowed to his will. He kept climbing until he got to the highest part of the tree. From up there he could see the whole forest, including the trees he threw around the day before.

He jumped to the ground again. The snow splattered around him. His hands and knees started to bleed but he didn't care because he would break soon enough. He felt powerful and smiled without realizing it. Not a happy smile, bur rather a challenging one. Hey jumped a little before running in the direction of the destruction he caused. He started slow (more like jogging actually) but quickly escalated to marathon running and super human running. The cold wind cut his face like knifes but he didn't care. He just kept going faster.

When he finally reached the glade he jumped again. Even higher this time. When he landed his feet felt bigger. Breathing heavily he looked at his own hands and realized they were indeed getting bigger and muscled. Without wasting any breath he took off all his clothes and started running again. The cold started to bother him less and less as his body grew in size.

He started to scream so he could liberate his anger. He jumped high and landed with his fists causing the ground to crack bellow him. Emil grabbed a fallen tree and threw it to the air. He picked big boulders and threw them around at will. In the middle of the chaos he also started laughing. He was strong. He could destroy anything he wanted. He was as strong as he could be.

When Emil finally felt satisfied with his own display of power, he grabbed the trees and rearranged them back into the ground as best as he could. He picked the boulders and put them back where they were. So when the glade resembled the glade it once was, Emil sat on the ground next to his new clothes.

He started to think about everything Charlie said. Yes, he was big and could destroy everything is his way. But there were gods and aliens and robots and uncontable planets and entities across the universe. He was big and strong but he was also small and weak.

His strength though wasn't on his muscles but on his ability to survive. He survived his childhood, he survived the military and he survived the Hulk. Just like Charlie survived the snap and the aftermath. Like Charlie found new meaning in magic so could Emil find new paths to follow.

"I'm big and I'm small. I'm strong and I'm weak. I'm still here." Emil whispered to himself.

His body started to shrink calmly. Once he achieved regular size he wore his clothes and walked towards the cabin. Charlie smiled when he entered.

"Had fun?" She heard the screams obviously.

"Yeah actually. Thanks for everything."

"No problem. Remember, you're still in debt! So what favor do you need?"

"I need a portal but I also need an address. I believe you can find the person I'm looking for in the Sokovia accords database."

"Hm alright. What's the name?"

"Ava Starr."

#emil blonsky #thunderbolts #FoxtrotFanfic

[topherfoxtrot]

Nosy neighborhood

(or a reflection on the bittersweet nature of nostalgia)

What about a one shot about a tv show I never watched? It sounds fun doesn't it? Well it contains spoilers for the third Webisode of the walking dead called "The Oath" released in 2013. It can be easily found on Vimeo. Trigger warnings include grief and pessimism. Also I wrote this one on first person because I just think first person writing is neat😄

Everyone was gathered in the building that used to be a church. Except from the obvious architecture though you couldn't even tell. Even the beautiful stained glass was mostly gone. And there was no giant wooden cross in sight. Only tables full of food, drinks, and of course the band composed of four singing voices, an acoustic guitar, two saxophones, half a set of drums, a fucking button accordion, a xylophone and a def. Basically every instrument the scavengers could find over the years. Since the world has ended our neighborhood united to form a urban fortress.

I was in a corner with some friends not really interested in the conversation. My eyes scanned the whole place looking for the handsome, tall man with his long blonde straight hair. When I finally spotted Paul grabbing some food I whispered without actually intending to.

"There you are!"

"What?" One of my friends followed my eyes, "Oh my god are you really going after the man?"

"Dude is just introvert!" Another friend rolled his eyes, "That's why he is always in his basement."

"That is simply not true!" I said, "Y'all know how much I hate people, alive or otherwise, and yet I'm always here for our sunday gatherings."

"You know what?" my friend finished her beer before continuing, "Fucking go after him. If it turns out he's just lonely you will get my cleaning shifts for the whole month. And if you find a big secret of his or whatever I'll get yours. How about that?"

"It sounds like a deal!" Me and my friend shook hands with smiles on our faces.

"I can't believe you're going to bother the poor man just because he likes to eat by himself." My other friend shook his head in disapproval before smiling too, "But anyways if you find anything please spill the beans to us!"

"Gotcha!" I winked at them before making my move.

Paul put a lot of food inside an old Tupperware and walked towards the door like he usually did. I moved between the people trying to avoid being seen by him. Paul briefly talked to one or two people before leaving. I left the church a little after, making sure to give him time to step further from the door.

Most of the people were at the church so the streets were empty. I sneaked around corners and alleys and cars like I did so many times outside the walls. I still remember before the outbreak when not everyone needed to be a soldier in order to survive. It's been almost seven years but I still caught myself getting nostalgic sometimes.

I followed Paul for a few blocks. Housing was an issue in our community. Over the years more people started to come and babies started to be born once we reached a certain stability. Paul was one of those people who duo to his efforts towards the community gained the privilege to live on his own instead of in one of the communal houses like I did. He was one of the scavenging teachers after all. And my favorite one, I might add.

Besides being handsome he was also super quiet about anything that didn't concerned the classes. And to become a survivor as good as him you gotta have a past. We asked about it before but he always avoided the topic. This made me even more curious. I've always felt like he was hiding something and tonight I would finally figure out what!

It took a couple minutes for him to reach the big house with two floors and a front yard. Instead of entering the front door though he bypassed the house to enter through the basement door in the back. Paul lives in a basement just like a character from a book I read before the outbreak. Something about a woman watching her neighbours or something. I don't remember the details but I do remember one of the characters lived in a basement like Paul does.

I leaned on the wall and listened carefully as Paul opened the metal doors. After listening to his steps gradually fading as he went downstairs I sneaked into the entrance feeling glad he didn't lock it. I waited there for a while until I was confident Paul was distracted enough not to realize the sounds the doors would make. I opened just one door super slowly and checked every few seconds to see if there was any abrupt movements inside. When I closed the door behind me everything was in darkness expect for the light coming from one of the rooms. My hand instinctively reached for my gun but it wasn't there. I didn't carry my gun inside the walls.

I cursed myself in silence and started to walk downstairs. I wish I could see all the furniture Paul had but I couldn't announce my presence so my only option was to follow the light, which I did swiftly. I could hear a voice but it took me a while to make any sense of it.

"I know you would love those parties they make every Sunday." Paul's voice came from the only room with light, "We even had those back in the day, you remember?" He let out a deep sigh, "I still miss those days. We didn't have much like we do here, but we were happy, weren't we? I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything but I miss that, you know? I miss you, Karina."

There was not a sound to be heard expect for Paul's voice. The easiest explanation was that Paul was probably talking to a portrait ou painting like so many of us do. Death is such a common experience among the survivors. With this conclusion I could leave the house, but I wouldn't be satisfied. I wanted to know more about this Karina woman he was talking to. And about those old days.

I reached the entrance of the room but didn't dare to look inside. Instead I stayed there in silence, all my muscles stiffed. Quietly listening to Paul eating his dinner.

"Dominic talked to me again. You know, about the shifts and all that." Paul chuckled, "I'm not sure if we are just talking or flirting at this point. I know you are as terrible at this as I am but a little help would be good."

Paul chuckled again and a moan was heard. I felt my spine freeze as I obviously recognized the sound. A guttural and tired moan only a walker could make. I finally peeked into the room. There was no bed or beside table or any fortnite whatsoever. Paul was sat on a wooden chair eating his dinner with a fork. The most shocking thing though was the walker. The undead had it's arms tied tightly in a straightjacket. Saliva was falling from her mouth in the most grotesque waterfall I've ever seen. Paying special attention I realized her mouth was toothless. There was almost nothing left of hair in her head and the skin was this unnatural tone of grey. That walker was old. A thick chain kept it near the wall.

"What the fuck?" I whispered in terror.

Faster than I could even register Paul got up and pointed his revolver at me. I put my hands up and froze still.

"It's me! It's me! Please don't shoot."

It didn't seem like Paul would shoot me but he didn't put the gun down either. Instead he looked deep into my eyes. I tried to read him but as usual it was impossible to know what he was thinking.

"What are you doing here?" He asked finally with a deep voice.

"I... I was just-" the truth is that there was nothing to be said. I was there because I wanted to know what was up with him. And now I did.

"You shouldn't be here." He said firmly.

"I k-know!" I stuttered, "But you know what I'm already leaving, actually!"

"No!"

I stayed still. Paul took a deep sigh and finally put his gun down. The silence was only broken by the walker's unnerving sounds. Paul walked across the living room and brought a chair with him. Without saying anything he invited me to the room with the walker. I sat with them. Looking at it made me so uncomfortable all I wanted was to runway from there as fast as I could. Still, I stayed.

"This is Karina." Paul started, "We met in a settlement right after the outbreak."

"She died." I said, "And you couldn't let go of her."

"It's a little more complex than that."

I tried to look into Paul's eyes, but he was facing the ground. Once he was ready, Paul looked up at me.

"We made and oath. We wouldn't abandon each other no matter what. And when would fight for each other. One lives, all live."

Paul lifted hir shirt a little to show a huge scar on his belly. It looked well healed, "Our camp got raided by walkers. Me and Karina were the only survivors. I got this scar as a souvenir. But it looked bad, and I went unconscious for a couple hours."

At this point I kind of realized where this was going. I read Romeo and Juliet back at school. I hate tragedies. Paul lowered his shirt and shifted on his chair a little.

"Karina couldn't face the world on her own. She wanted to end all this pain and suffering."

"Oh no..." I covered my mouth slightly.

Paul tilted his head, "She killed herself. Once I got there it was already too late."

He stayed in silence for a while and I realized there were actual tears dropping from his eyes.

"But we made an oath!" He cried out. "We vowed never to leave each other and that's what I did!" He said even louder. The tears cleaning his face. "That's what I did-!!"

He choked on his own tears and couldn't say anything else. Paul just buried his face on his hands and cried while the walker (or should I say Karina?) moaned quietly in it's never ending hunger.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, no knowing what to say.

Paul got up still facing the ground. I quickly got up too and hugged him. He was taller than me so he had to bend a little to hug me back. That made his weight fall upon me. I had to stiff my legs in order not to simply fall down. But I carried him. He kept crying louder and louder. The walker got agitated but it didn't left it's place due to the restrains. I closed my eyes shut wishing with all of me for this to be over. Not Paul or the walker. Just everything else.

Pain and suffering left a scar on everyone. And I couldn't help but think, clouded by my own nostalgia, how much better things were before.

#the walking dead #the oath #Wyatt Russell #FoxtrotFanfic