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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 37

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Five more chapters to go, guys. This is coming to an end 😭 I enjoyed writing it so, so much! In this chapter we have fluff. Literally only fluff and snark, because my babies have suffered enough. And the remainder is gonna be the same. Because fuck pain.

Coulson was mad. Outwardly, of course, he seemed as level-headed as ever, handing out orders and signing papers out left and right, but coming to sit within five feet of him seemed like the worst mistake I had recently made. His phone was ringing practically non-stop and he answered every call, sometimes speaking in different languages I didn't understand, sometimes in rapid-fire English that sounded like Morse code to me.

I'd never been sent to the principal's office but I imagine that's how it feels like. Finally, his shoulders sagged and the breath he took in left his lungs slowly, deflating his body into a tense ball of quiet fury.

"You and mister Brock ruined months worth of investigation and undercover work," The agent finally spoke. "But I can't even be mad at you properly. We've apprehended the main culprit, detained all of his followers except select few that Dr. Xavier took upon himself to handle," His words shocked me; not at all the scolding I was expecting. A deeper part of me was even afraid I'd be taken away and buried under so much red tape not even Tony's seemingly endless money and influence could have gotten me out. "I... Really don't know what more to say." Coulson folded his hands atop the desk, looking over me with a blank look.

"A thank you would be nice," I let my mouth run before the words even really registered in my brain, the cursed thing.

The agent chortled, "Perhaps, we really do owe you a solid one," Before standing up and walking over to the coffee machine in the far corner of his office. "Coffee?" He motioned to a pile of empty cups next to it. I nodded and he set to work. "The guys should be back in two hours, tops," He remarked off-handedly, watching me out of the corner of his eye. There was no way he had missed how my body relaxed into the uncomfortable office chair at the news. "Nobody is hurt except Rogers but I think he'd find how to hurt himself even on recon duty." The man laughed, bringing over two cups of dark, delicious, steamiy hot bean juice. Nhghhgg.

"Steve is a dumbass," I agreed amicably, blowing over the rim of the cup. The stone of coffee on it's own seemed to wake up my previously anxious, half-empty half-racing brain. The past twelve hours were full of urgency, the team being called in for assistance in mere minutes after my and Venom's return to the tower.

They barely had time to wipe their tears and shelf their worries before the suit-up call came, haste hugs and kisses being traded on their way to the quinjet. Coulson showed up not much later after that, a quinjet of his own and a stack of papers for Eddie to fill out, stern instructions for me to follow him and stay glued to his side at all times. I didn't need to ask: it was obvious there was a rat in SHIELD, again. Thankfully, the rat was discovered before they could come and try to increase their odds by doing something to me; I'd hid out in Coulson's office, crashing down into a strange, most likely Venom-induced sleep as footsteps raced past the door.

I'd woken up anxious and disoriented, the owner of the office pacing along the furthest wall and pointedly whispering into his cellphone. The rest was history.

"Your father called," The agent remarked, watching my reaction carefully. "Said to call him back whenever you can."

I was drained, beyond wrung out, and not just from my latest stunt as a parasitic symbiotic alien's host. The past couple of months were a nightmare, an anxiety-riddled, paranoia-spiced mess of a shit show. I was very much looking forward to breathing freely and enjoying my science without hiding my WIPs, enjoying my relationship (s) without fear of being abducted and sending my men into a panicked, destructive spiral.

My voice remained even as I carefully contemplated and spoke my next words. "He can go fuck himself. Him and that harpy of a woman," I sighed: disappointed in my parents, but not surprised. "I'm freshly out of fucks to give. I'm done."

Coulson, if he even was surprised, didn't show it. His expression remained neutral and supportive. "I understand you. There's enough basis for us to aid you in creating a new identity for you, if you'd like," He pushed a stack of papers towards me.

I chewed on my lip in contemplation. It would be handy, sure, I could be rid of the curse that became of my family name and my parents couldn't legally do anything at all to me; on the other side there was my name plastered on several inventions and projects I'd done over the years. In all my years, I was taught that my name is to be my business card.

The decision was obvious. "No, thank you," I looked at him, hoping to convey the sincerity. "I think I will be okay."

He smiled and went back to his paperwork, all but verbally dismissing me. As soon as I finished my coffee and washed the mug, the couch called to me once again and I curled up under the fleece blanket Coulson had thrown over me while I slept, alternating my attention between sneaking glances at his concentrated form and my cellphone and the few meager games it had. There was no signal and no wi-fi access on the Helicarrier. Security reasons, blah blah blah...

A knock sounded out, startling me out of my sluggish thoughts; one of Coulson's hands crawled down to one of the drawers on his right side where I assumed he had hidden a gun. "Come in," He called out, shooting me a pointed look. I sat up, alert.

"M'here to pick up - uh - a Baby," A tired but amused, familiar voice called out. Clint stepped into the room, still wearing his dirty and bloody uniform, and, as my eyes briefly scanned him, the archer appeared to be unhurt save for a few bruises here and there. His eyes landed on me immediately, visibly relieved.

"Waa," I deadpanned indignantly, raising my hands like a toddler would do when they wanted to be picked up. The only thing Clint was missing was a courier's ball cap.

"I assume the mission went smoothly?" Coulson asked, a soft grin and even softer eyes landing on our interaction.

Clint nodded affirmative, walking over and picking me up with ease, disregarding my shierk completely and stopping only when I poked him in the ear - closest appendage to me - in retaliation. His eyes were laughing and his tone was flat. "Caw caw, motherfucker," He announced to me flatly, waving goodbye to Coulson.

We passed more than a dozen agents giving us the biggest side-eye as I dangled over his shoulder, ass up in the air, fiddling with the numerous straps of his gear as Clint power-walked us to the Avengers quinjet. I'd even stuck out my tongue to some dude pointing a finger at us.

My family was already loaded into the vehicle, all in various stages of dirty, bloody and undressed. Coulson's words were true - only Steve sported a wide bandage over his shoulder, neck and head - one look at Bucky and I just knew the Captain would be regretting his stupidity in a few hours time. Even Stephen was there, looking unhurt but very annoyed and tired, as he hovered a few feet off the ground with Cloaky majestically swaying behind him.

"And what the fuck was that little performance for?" I asked once Clint deposited me in the very front row, between a dozing Bruce and a tinkering Tony.

"I had strict instructions from the Hulk," The archer grinned, pushing a few buttons on the dashboard of the vehicle. In seconds, we took off home.

"Oh, hi," Bruce must've heard his green counterpart being mentioned; his eyes cracked open just as I smiled at the scientist and reached over to brush his curly mop of hair out of his face. "M'yes, Hulk is demanding you do not set foot on the ground these days," Bruce was sleepy and warm, so soft when he kissed my hand, I felt my heart swell.

"Gonna spoil me rotten, you lot," I snorted, keeping the happy smile and the warm feeling as Stephen came back from the Astral world, opening his eyes and giving me a grin of his own.

"That's my job," Tony mumbled, still very occupied with a part of his suit. I turned around expecting a kiss; I had to stifle an ugly snort upon discovering one of the parts of his Iron Man suit got damaged and stuck, making a part of the chestplate render one of his arms temporarily immobile. Tony looked like a frustrated toddler building Legos.

"Someone get me a screwdriver and some pliers," I gently pried away the calloused fingers away from the jagged piece of metal, kissing Tony's cheek in the moments until Natasha handed me the required instruments. Tony was free, grimacing in discomfort as he stretched and rotated his arm, in little under ten minutes. "What happened to the nanosuit?" I asked, not remembering the last time I'd seen Tony in one of his older, clunkier creations.

"They had some sort of technopath mutant," He grumbled - I had discovered the source of his ire. "Turns out, Bruce snuck in my special anti-mutant suit I'd made ages ago. Nanosuit got destroyed in seconds and Hulk had to carry me back to the quinjet for a change of equipment," Despite his sour mood, Tony was visibly more relaxed than since the day I confessed I'd been drugged. "Brucie-bear, this is exactly why it remained a prototype."

"It's better to get stuck in a suit than to be a meat pancake on the sidewalk," Used to Tony's tantrums, Bruce merely blinked and continued eating the chocolate that he procured only God knew where.

I locked eyes with Stephen, both of us shaking our heads in almost identical, semi-fond semi-annoyed way. Ah, sweet sweet normalcy.

There were towers of pizza boxes as we arrived in the tower; a couple of agents got all but yeeted out by Tony, with little to no thank you as they had been the ones that arranged the food for us - still, I understood Tony's dislike of the super-secret organisation and merely paid the two for the pizza, politely waving goodbye as they side-eyed Tony with disdain.

Then, I had to tow both Clint and Thor as they attempted to begin eating, still wearing muddy bloody clothes - of course, I did not possess the physical strength required to handle two adult men, so I merely began a small lecture on parasites (Stephen gleefully joined in) and both of them scattered towards the showers like two spooked little first-graders.

I also used the brief moment of stagnation to hug Loki; these days he didn't freeze in surprise but rather warmly hugged me back, whispering something cheeky to me as I buried my face in his chest. Stephen was the one to cough extra-loudly to attempt to separate us - it was, once again, unanimously decided to have a family dinner and a cuddle pile straight after. Food coma had never sounded nicer.

"So, what'd Coulson say to you?" Clint asked curiously as we all settled in, freshly showered and those who needed it, re-bandaged. I was warm and toasty between Tony and Stephen, wearing the former's gym shorts and the latter's hoodie, Bruce's t-shirt underneath it. The scientist himself was drooling onto Tony's shoulder, somwhere between sleep and awareness, glasses askew.

"He basically thanked me and offered me a new identity," I shrugged, polishing off the last of my smoothie and handing the second bottle over to Loki. As usual, no food was wasted and I always had someone to finish my leftovers, especially since Bucky tended to think I could eat as much as him and kept trying to overfeed me like a foie gras goose.

"Congrats, you've been adopted," Natasha snorted from her place between Clint and Steve. Only the red of her hair was visible behind the man-bulk and the blankets.

"Uh," My response was, as always, deeply informative and astute.

"He likes to take in strays," Clint full-belly laughed. "Me at first, then Natasha. He's got a soft spot for Tony and Bucky but he won't admit it."

My eyebrows rose. "That's... That's my job?" I remembered the whole Venom/Eddie situation, our rogue wizard. Coulson was aiming for my place- the audacity! "He can't just do that!"

"And you can?" Stephen's finger booped my nose, making me huff and cuddle up to Tony, turning my butt towards the sorcerer to show him exactly what I thought about his observations. He only laughed harder. "Sounds like someone's a little jealous."

"Okay, boomer," I rolled my eyes. Stephen Strange, a supreme troll is what he is.

"But that's why you love me," He continued as others around us groaned and snorted, too used to us teasing each other about our age difference and my old man kink. Whatever, I got to bang my hot old men anyways.

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his queen | kyoya tategami

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"What?!" a shocked Benkei exclaimed. "Kyoya agreed to train you? That's not fair. I've asked him a billion times, begged him even, but he never took me on his training journeys with him. I'm jealous. Hmph."

"Don't worry Benkei," Kiara chuckled. "I'll tell you all about it, every little detail, so that it'll feel like you've gone and trained with him yourself. How's that sound?"

"B-b-b-bull!" the boy screeched excitedly. Kiara plugged her fingers in her ears from fear of her eardrums bursting. "Oh, I can't wait to hear all about it, Kiara buddy!" She gasped for air as he engulfed her in one of the tightest hugs she had ever experienced.

"What's all this ruckus about?" Gingka fussed, walking into the room, clearly annoyed. "I was eating my lovely, juicy burger and you just HAD to interrupt, didn't you?"

"Kiara's gonna get trained by Kyoya! Can you imagine? Kyoya agreeing to train someone?" Benkei blurted. Gingka took a seat on the couch, Benkei sitting next to him.

"It is new to see Kyoya agree to train someone he's only met once," the redhead began. "But I think it's because he wants to find out who this strong blader is, and because Kiara is hiding it, he has no choice but to train her so that he can find out more about them. Sounds like Kyoya if you ask me. He also wants to battle you, doesn't he Kiara?"

"Yes he does," the girl responded. "But he said he doesn't want to battle me now, especially since I'm so weak and haven't battled in a while. Plus, I just got a new bey and haven't mastered it at all, so there's no way he would want to battle me. It would be too easy for him and from what I know, Kyoya doesn't like easy battles."

"I see," Gingka concluded. "He wants to train you to become just as strong as you used to be, so that he can battle the real you. Wow, he's smart. Did he tell you what kind of training you guys would do?"

"No, he didn't mention anything just yet," Kiara replied. "However, he did say that he wouldn't be available to train me all the time and that I shouldn't depend entirely on him."

"I could train you on the days that he can't," Benkei suggested.

"Yeah, Benkei. That works," Gingka commented. He sat there for a moment in thought before looking at Kiara and speaking again. "Do you feel fully healed?"

"Hmm..." Kiara wondered momentarily. "Not quite. I think a couple more days should do before I'm back to normal."

"Okay," Gingka spoke. "In that case, take these couple of days to relax, and once that's over, you'll have a training session with me and Benkei first. We need to see if you're strong enough to properly launch a bey and you need to get used to using Cassiopeia before you go and train with Kyoya. His training techniques are quite risky but they sure do increase your strength."

"Yeah, he's right, Kiara" Benkei chimed in, standing up. "You can't go and train with a completely new bey before you've even used it once and gained some sort of control over it. I'll talk to Kyoya for you and tell him not to rush things since you still need to heal, okay?"

"Thanks guys," Kiara smiled brightly, appreciating the kind gesture from the two boys. Benkei wished the other two goodnight before leaving them to their own devices.

A few days passed before it arrived, 'it' being the day Kiara would first use Cassiopeia. She had been woken up in the early hours of the morning by Benkei, who was even more excited than she was to go and train. They both decided to get a head start on the training since Gingka was still asleep and Kiara didn't want to wake him up; he just looked too peaceful. The two travelled to the nearest park and did multiple laps around it to strengthen Kiara's legs since she had been in bed healing for a while. After that, Benkei made her do all sorts of simple exercises that he knew would be beneficial to her but wouldn't tire her out too quickly. He made sure to support her whenever he noticed she was struggling with a task and constantly reminded her not to push herself too far in case she got hurt. Then, it was onto the practice launches. Kiara was made to do at least 100 practice launches, Benkei altering her stance each time to ensure the perfect launch for when she actually used her new bey.

"99!" she counted.

"Lift your elbow a little higher," he spoke, adjusting her arm as he did so. "Perfect." He stepped back. "One more. You can do it."

"100!"

"Hey guys," their attention was diverted to Gingka who looked like he had just woken up. "How's it going?" he mumbled drowsily.

"Gingka, it's 3pm," Kiara deadpanned, lowering her launcher.

"Wha-?!" he exclaimed, looking around frantically for a clock. His eyes widened once he finally set his eyes on the clock in the park. "But my clock at home said 10am!" he exclaimed, continuing to ramble on whilst waving his finger around at the park clock, disbelief visible in his eyes and tone of voice.

"Looks like you have a broken clock," Benkei commented, chuckling.

"Hey guys, what are you talking about?" Kenta asked as he approached the rest of them, greeting both Benkei and Kiara individually before standing to look at Gingka, who was still unable to believe it was 3pm. 3:10pm now.

"My guy Gingka over here has a broken clock, Kenta," Kiara explained, looking at the young boy with an expression that conveyed pure confusion. He's been screaming at the clock for the past 11 minutes now. It's so embarrassing. When will it end? she wondered in disbelief.

"Gingka, shut up will you?!" Benkei yelled. "We need to train Kiara so that she can use her bey properly!"

"Oh yeah," Gingka realised, snapping out of his one-sided argument with the park clock and heading towards the three that stood there waiting for him.

"Gingka, sometimes," Kenta began. "Just sometimes, I wonder how we're friends."

"Heyyyy," Gingka frowned. "That's not nice now, is it?"

"Neither was having to witness you argue with an inanimate object for eleven minutes, Mr. Hagane," Kiara interfered jokingly.

"Don't act like you've never argued with an inanimate object before!" Gingka pointed his finger in the girl's face. She crossed her arms, turning her head away from his finger and disagreeing with the red-haired boy. "Well, what about that one time that you..."

"That I what? Huh? That I what?" Kiara retaliated, her gaze shifted back to Gingka.

"That you... um..." Gingka trailed off, unable to come up with something to use against her.

"Ha! That's what I thought."

"THAT ONE TIME THAT YOU YELLED AT THE WASHING MACHINE BECAUSE IT SHREDDED YOUR UNDERWEAR!" he unexpectedly announced, loud enough for people on the other side of the world to hear.

"WHA-?! GINGKA YOU'RE NOT MEANT TO SCREAM THAT TO THE WHOLE JAPANESE POPULATION!"

Unsurprisingly enough, Gingka's words had caught the attention of practically everyone in the park. Just perfect. What an amazing day! Kiara cried internally.

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