#I wanna see Peter and Grace hiding off somewhere and telling him he can just catch some sleep there

[casimania]

I finished Professionals and if they don't get a second season I'm gonna die

Like yeaah the dialogues were cheesy and the plot a little packed but it was fun! And that's what's important for me. Also shame on me but I like some cheesy dialogues lol

I l o v e d Peter, he's the one I'm the most excited about seeing more about, like yeah Vincent was badass and I'm curious about the stuff that happened to him and Grace in the past but Peter was my favorite! And i want to see meow Grace too, after the Congo thing she understandably disappeared a bit but it's a shame, I want to see more Grace action. And Vincent still has to deal Danny, I don't believe one moment they're just done there and he probably still has to process it (but it does set a a good parallel with Peter and Zora and I think what they've been through together and the fact that Danny's so young is making it so hard for Vincent to distance himself from him, but even Peter trusted Zora until he was faced with the truth). Also the "was in a fugue state for basically 9 months" thing and traumatic flashbacks? Someone wrap Grace and Vincent in a blanket for me because apparently they don't do it themselves?

Also Neumann grew on me, he did go overboard but like, Vincent did kinda fuck him over at the start and put in danger not only Elias and himself but their families too. But he's on to a promising future and Elias is present too even if in a different role. And I didn't expect to like Tate and Kolo so much like wtf? Something like 4 episode and I hope they appear again they're so cool and their chemistry was off the charts (👀). I also sure hope in seeing more Romy, Trig, Hacksaw (and now Neumann) and Vincent dynamics, after saying the team can be like family and seeing them in a more high stakes situation in season 1 it would be nice to see more of them in their personal lives (like Trig w his job and family) and giving each other emotional support.

I'm just so curious about season 2, the stuff with Zora isn't done yet, she's as bullheaded as Peter and won't let go easily. With such an abrupt ending I MUST know what happens!!

It's a shame even Tom Welling is starting to be annoyed with the whole airing around the world issue cause it's kind of seeing them back, but maybe now that the dvd out they'll be getting a little more views.

#Talking Tag #Overall they could have gone with like 5 more episodes or less mini plots but I was overall happy #It had a season 1 feel but I love cheesy action comedy flicks so #👌😁 #Also THE BOAT EXPLODED. A bit of Vincent's home also exploded #While they group up against Zora I wanna see him having to stay with someone #Like it makes no sense to go off on his own since the danger is still there #Trig st least has his kids to visit in his off time and Romy and Neumann are in a fresh relationship #I wanna see Peter and Grace hiding off somewhere and telling him he can just catch some sleep there #And he's trying to be 'nah I got people to see and stuff to do' #But ends up crashing on their couch anyway and they've left him blankets and a change of clothes and he's just '... I've been had' #Also I'm far enough down the tags I can start with the weird shipping stuff #Jane and Hacksaw start seeing each other and sneak inside cause they're just starting to know each other #(this is fast forward a couple of years maybe the team is not working for them anymore but they do know ewch other so lol) #He says goodbye and tries to sneak out in the morning but he takes a turn around a corner and there's just #Vincent. Standing there. In his boxers and a shirt. And they just stare at each other like o_o for a few seconds #Until Peter and Grace come out of the room behind Vincent also in their pjs and looking like o_o #And then he eas on the phone with Jane on his way out and they all loudly hear Jane go 'Hey Seesaw you there??' #They end up having a very awkward breakfast together #Jack and Vincent look like they want to bolt. Grace is just trying not to laugh. Jane tries not to make eye contact with her dad #And Peter keeps looking between Jack and Jane #Jack and Vincent do the walk of shame back together #They're working on something so they have to go to the same place #Different vehicles but they arrive at the same time and won't look at each other #Of course the others are immediately on it #Also bad joke but at some point Peter makes some joke about some people calling Vincent 'Cowboy' #He's like 'oh oh so I see' #Grace can't keep from laughing this time and Vincent is like 'Oh you thinks you're funn!!' #And Peter's just like 'Yep' 😁 #Next time someone goes Vincent 'Cowboy' Corbo he cringes and Peter and Grace look at each other and snicker

[altankatt]

Neal and Peter catch Keller

Neal knew Peter was likely going berserk but he had to reach there before Keller. He jumped into a cab, against the rules for how to transport himself on his own. He had no idea if Peter had sent his 'checked out' text to the Marshals or not. If he had, his anklet would be monitored and the speed of his transport would likely set off an alarm. It could not be helped.

"Manhattan Helicopters. FDR Drive," he told the cab driver. A convicted felon with an anklet going to a helicopter pad. He made a phone call to check what he already guessed. Then he called Peter.

"What the heck are you doing, Neal?" he almost yelled. "The Marshals called and—"

"I know. Keller is on his way to Manhattan Helicopters. So am I. Meet me there."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. You can check Sergei's flight plan yourself."

"Sergei himself?"

"The one and only. I have to go. I'm there now."

He ended the call, paid the driver and rushed out on the pier. There was no sight of Keller yet, but he probably waited inside the terminal, waiting for a call from Grace.

A black helicopter approached and Neal saw Keller exit the terminal and walk towards the pad. They met by the helicopter when it turned off its engine.

"Bravo, Keller."

"Seriously? Wow. So you came by to see me off, huh, Caffrey?" Keller grinned. "Who knew you were a gracious loser?"

"I have to admit using the real Ben Franklin bottle, did not see that coming," Neal said with honest admiration. "Stroke of genius, really."

"Thanks. That actually means a lot coming from you," Keller replied and for a second he looked like a little brother getting praise from his older, adored brother. "Only wish Kate was around to see it," he added to hide his emotions. "We both know she always loved a winner. Who knows? Maybe I'll look her up, see if she still does."

Neal looked back with a blank face. That was Keller. Always hiding his emotions by hitting at other's vulnerable spots. Sad, really.

"So I'm curious," Keller continued. "How'd you find me?"

"Checked Sergei's travel plans." The short version was just fine. "See he does it in style. I also hear he doesn't take it lightly when someone owes him money."

"Owed," Keller corrected. "As in past tense. Yeah, you see, our little go-around with the bottle cleared my debts. In fact, I just got a text from my broker. Bottle went for seven figures."

Neal hid his smile of triumph behind one of fake admiration.

"Wow," he expressed. "Wow, congratulations, man." Keller did not have a clue.

"Thank you. Thank you."

"So it was a two birds, one stone thing. Humiliate me, turn a hefty profit while you're at it?"

"See? Now you're catching on, Neal." Though Neal knew Keller wanted to hurt him it was painful to hear him say it. They had been friends once. "Listen, I'd love to chat, buddy. But unless you got anything else, I should get going. Be good."

For a second Neal thought about not saying a word and let Keller leave. Without money to pay Sergei with, he was likely to end up dead somewhere. One less killer in the world. One less trouble for him. But that was not how it was done. That made him like Keller. And if it was one thing Neal was proud of in his life it was his ability to care for people, even though he was a criminal. He was pretty sure that ability was one of the reasons that Peter had taken the deal.

He turned to Keller who had his hand on the door to the helicopter where Sergei was waiting.

"I haven't made my offer yet."

Keller glanced at his watch.

"This should be good."

"I'd like to offer you the opportunity to make a full confession for your crimes. The robbery of the Natural History Museum, the murder of Manuel Campos anything else you wanna add in."

"You know what? I was wrong. This isn't good. This is sad, man," Keller said, disappointed. "This is a moment I'll cherish. Seeing you at your most desperate." He turned back towards the chopper.

"The winner of the Franklin bottle it wouldn't happen to be bidder number 57, would it?"

This made him stop. Neal beamed at him and saw in Keller's eyes that he knew that he had lost.

"Why?"

"Now, this is just awkward, but I don't have a million dollars. The auction house said they'd give me a week to put the money together."

Neal heard people approaching from behind. He felt more than heard that it was Peter and his agents.

"A week, huh? You know what? A week's not that long. I can buy that." That, if something, was desperate. Clutching for straws. Neal smiled.

Peter drove out on the helicopter pier, waving his badge to the guard. He saw Neal with his back to him facing a black helicopter. And between the young con-man and the helicopter was Keller, leaving. Peter stopped and got out of the car.

"The winner of the Franklin bottle it wouldn't happen to be bidder number 57, would it?" he heard Neal say as he approached.

Keller stopped and faced Neal.

"Why?"

"Now, this is just awkward, but I don't have a million dollars. The auction house said they'd give me a week to put the money together."

Now Keller saw Peter and his team too. He was not about to give up yet.

"A week, huh? You know what? A week's not that long. I can buy that."

"Did you tell him I'm launching a federal investigation on the bottle?" Peter said.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. There's that too," the kid added with enthusiasm and Keller made a face. "How long can a federal investigation go on for?"

"Not sure," Peter said. "Years." It could, even it was rare.

"Oh, years, wow," Neal grinned.

Keller did not seem that excited about it all.

"Son of a bitch," he said to his opponent and Peter knew that Keller knew that he had lost.

"How patient are Sergei and your Russian friends?" the kid asked.

"You can take a helicopter ride and find out," Peter suggested. "Or you can come with us. Your choice."

He watched his pet convict and his enemy eye each other. There was no gloating.

"Well played," Keller said. He held out his arm and dropped his bag to the ground.

"Good game, Keller," Neal replied.

Keller grinned.

"The game ain't over."

"Help the gentleman into the car," Peter told his team and two agents stepped forward. Keller put his hands behind his back without a fuss.

"Looks that way to me," the kid said.

"Yeah?" Keller glanced at his rival as he got his hands cuffed. "I mean, you were locked up, broke out. Maybe it's my turn to accept a challenge. Best two out of three." Peter was not happy about that statement and could see on Neal's body language that he did not either.

"I'll see you around, Caffrey."

Neal took a step forward and told Keller something for his ears only. Then they led him away to the car.

"Poor Sergei's going home empty-handed," Neal smiled at Peter who bent down and picked up Keller's bag.

He felt so proud of the kid. There had never been a doubt about Neal's intentions. When the marshals called he had yelled at them not to worry even before checking with his convict what was going on. And seeing the kid out there on the helicopter pad, winning over his rival without mockery, it was such pleasure to see. Peter was a strong believer in fair treatment and no gloating when a suspect was arrested. Even a guy like Keller who was hardcore on the surface could be scared when being cuffed.

He pattered the kid on the shoulder on the way back to the car.

Neal remained where he was and Peter did not ask him to come along. He would not be involved in anything more concerning Keller. If the kid wanted to be alone as the adrenaline rush left him, it was his choice. Peter smiled. Neal would probably not be alone for long. He had a hunch a little bald fellow would turn up as soon as they left.

Neal enjoyed the temporary solitude. He watched the Statue of Liberty out in the bay and Brooklyn Heights on the other side of the river. He was outside his radius and Peter had let him remain there when they left. He took it as a gesture of trust. Still, Neal was pretty certain the moment he returned to his radius, Peter would send his text to the Marshals.

The imaginary freedom he felt down there by the water was worth a lot and he wanted to stay for a while.

Besides, he expected Mozzie to be around soon and was right.

"Did I miss Keller?" he heard his friend's voice. Neal barely needed to nod. The answer was obvious. "Damn. I wanted to see him do the perp walk."

"Sorry. Good news is he won't be bothering us for a while."

"How long is a while?"

"Maybe long enough to finish our chess game." Neal wished it was so.

"You think they have a prison that can hold him?" Moz asked.

"I don't know." He had broken out of one. Keller could probably do it too. Not with the same means, but if he wanted out he would get out. The question was if he wanted to, with an angry Russian mob breathing down his neck.

"Okay, so, what's the bad news?" Moz asked.

"You won't be drinking a million-dollar bottle of wine tonight."

Mozzie grinned

"I'll live."

Life was good. Right now at this moment, Neal had never been more certain that he would gladly spend the rest of his sentence working for Peter.

"You were right," he said and Mozzie glanced at him. "I could use one less mystery in my life."

"Oh, I rescind that comment," his friend said and Neal stared, not very thrilled of this new mystery. "There's suddenly been a lot of chatter about the music box. You need to talk to Alex."

"She won't tell me anything while I work for the FBI."

"Then… make it worth her while."

That was a challenge to Neal's liking.

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[kaunis-sielu]

Guns and Roses: 10

You pull your mouth from Steve’s and blink up at him in surprise before dragging his mouth back down to yours. Steve’s hands rest on your hips as yours cup his jaw, the hair there is course against your hands. Steve tugs you closer until your body is flush against his and when his tongue brushes against your lips they part easily for him. His phone rings and when he goes to pull away a small whine leaves your throat.

“Doll I have to answer that.” He mutters and you groan dropping your head down into his chest as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. “Yea Buck?” You can’t hear what Bucky is saying but you do like the way that Steve’s voice rumbles through you when he talks. “That’s interesting. Are you sure?” He hums softly then shifts slightly. You feel awkward just hanging out here while he’s on the phone so you move away from him and wander to the basement stairs. You glance over at him and he’s started pacing. You leave him to his business and head down to the basement where you’re greeted by a perfectly set up work station. A small smile graces your lips, this was either Clint or Natasha and when you see the little black spider doodle on a piece of paper you know it was Nat.

You open your email and get started on one of the orders. The familiarity of it is so nice, the thoughtlessness of cutting and setting flowers. It is cool in Steve’s basement but you don’t mind, it’s better for the flowers to stay cool.

You finish four of the six arrangements before Steve comes down. You can’t believe you just made out with him, and how nice it was having his mouth on yours.

“Bad news?” You ask glancing up at him before you continue to work.

“Well, Bucky and Sam found out who trashed your place.”

“Hydra right?”

“Not exactly.” You look up at him in surprise, “Our sources say that it was Shield. The message apparently was for me to back off and for them to scare you into going with them. Which almost worked.”

“Why are you all so dramatic? Like, don’t destroy my shop! Talk to one another! It’s not that hard.”

“Well, it seems we’re going to have the opportunity to talk to them.”

“Why?”

“They’re on their way to take you back to their territory.” Horror courses through you at the thought of going back. They weren’t safe, you never felt safe with them. Steve has this dignified, safe, calming presence about him and they were just chaos. “You can stay here, but you have renounce them and become a Howlie and I know you don’t want to do that.”

“That’s my only choice?”

“For now.”

“What do you mean for now?” You ask and Steve rubs the back of his neck not making eye contact with you. “Steve?”

“If we become, more, a couple, then you’re automatically protected by me.”

“So we do that.”

“Doll, this means you’d have to live here, or at least we’d have to live together. You’d have to come to any and all meetings, you’d have to become my partner.” Your brows furrow at him, you’re confused.

“So, when you say couple do you mean like, wife or like girlfriend?”

“Somewhere in between.”

“Oh, um. I think that’d be okay. As long as we,” you gesture between the two of you with one of your hands, “can take it slow.”

“Of course Doll.” He reassures you as he slowly makes his way over to where you’re standing. It’s like he doesn’t want to scare you. “I’m in this for the long haul.”

“Oh.” You breathe and he smiles down at you.

“Can’t believe you didn’t notice.” He teases and that’s enough to get your head straight.

“So you don’t irritate the hell out of all the women you know? Just the lucky ones?”

“Lucky one Darlin’.” He mumbles before his lips touch yours again and as much as you hate to admit it something about having his lips on yours makes your heart beat faster and your brain get a little fuzzy.

“Yea okay.” You murmur and Steve chuckles lowly.

“Are you sure Doll?”

“As sure as I’m going to be. I can’t go back there Steve. It was like I was a constant ball of stress. They have so many people moving in and out and so much going on. I never felt comfortable and I never felt safe.”

“And you feel safe here?”

“If I didn’t I’d be gone already.” He gives you this soft, sweet smile and brushes some of your hair out of your face. Someone pounds on the front door causing you to jump and for Steve’s grip on you to get more protective. The pounding on the door continues and Steve growls lowly.

“Alright, we need to deal with this now.”

“Alone?”

“No Doll I’ll be there with you.”

“I mean are any of our friends coming?” You ask holding onto his arm. His face softens at the mention of your friends.

“Bucky should be here soon. I can call Clint if you want.” He tells you as you the pair of you make you’re way upstairs.

“Just, don’t let them take me.” You whisper clinging to his arm.

“You’re not leaving my side Doll.” He promises, his hand wrapping around yours, but you can’t help the anxiety that courses through you. “Maybe only renounce them if you absolutely have to.”

“How will I know?”

“How about I call you darlin?”

“Okay.” You agree then Steve pulls open the door and you’re not surprised to see both Maria and Fury standing on the doorstep looking angry.

“Captain. You broke the treaty.” Maria snarls stepping closer to the doorframe.

“Actually Maria I did no such thing. But you did break your word.” Maria’s jaw drops, “You swore you’d protect her but you didn’t. I ended up going and getting her from Happy’s. She walked all the way to Happy’s ALONE!” He sneers, “If Hydra had taken her you’d have started a war.”

“But they didn’t and she left on her own.” Fury says sounding bored.

“You also told me that you’d tell me about my brother and every time I tried you brushed me off.”

“He was killed by Hydra, what more do you need to know?” Fury continues in that same bored voice.

“Are you kidding me?” You snap and Steve gives your hand a gentle squeeze. You force yourself to take a calming breath. “I want to know why!”

“Not unless you join us. If you join us we’ll tell you everything you want to know.” Maria coos.

“Bullshit you will.”

“Darlin’,” Steve hums.

“I no longer want to be involved with Shield. I’m Steve’s.”

“You’re becoming a Howlie?” Maria’s brows furrow.

“No, she’s my woman.” Steve clarifies his arm wrapping around you and pulling you into his side.

“What.” Fury looks surprised but Maria looks pissed.

“Since when?” She asks.

“We made it official tonight. She’s mine, so get out.” Bucky is coming up the walkway as Steve says this and he freezes in surprise his eyes meet yours before he shakes his head with a small laugh.

“You heard the man. Get lost Fury.” Bucky says as he struts toward the four of you. “Or we’ll make you, which would be a real pity. We’re stronger together.”

“So much drama over one woman.” Fury mutters before saying louder, “Fine. She’s all yours. Our treaty still holds.”

“And you’ll pay for the damage you did to her shop?”

“What? We didn’t do any damage to that damn flower shop.” Maria protests and Bucky scoffs.

“Save it Hill.” Bucky growls and Fury sighs.

“We’ll pay for half.” He huffs.

“Fine.” Steve agrees after a glance down at you and receiving a nod, “Now get out of my territory.”

“The treaty still holds?” Fury asks and Steve nods and the two Shield members leave.

It’s not until they’ve left in their black SUV that you actually relax. Steve’s hand trails up and down your spine in a slow comforting way.

“So when did this happen?”

“Today. It’s all pretty new and we haven’t ironed out any of the details yet.”

“Good choice Darlin.” Bucky says with a smirk at you. “You may not agree with every part of our lifestyle but you’re not gonna find a man better than Steve.”

“As long as I don’t have to be completely involved and can have some ignorance I think I can look past some of that lifestyle stuff. Besides, you’ve all been kind and none of you are even that scary.”

“We haven’t had to be. You’re a peach Darlin.” Steve says pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“You two and your old man slang.” You laugh and the two men join in.

“Thanks for coming Buck. You wanna stay the night? Just in case?”

“Yea.” He agrees and you yawn, trying to hide your exhaustion. It’s nearly two in the morning now.

“Doll? You ready for bed?”

“Yea. I only have two bouquets to do tomorrow and they’re late deliveries. I’m going to need to get Peter over here to deliver them tomorrow though.”

“We can deal with that tomorrow okay?” He asks and you nod. Steve leads you into his room, “Night Buck.”

“Night.” Bucky goes into the room you’d slept in last night and you look up at Steve.

“I suppose I’m going to be sleeping in here tonight?”

“Yea Doll. I can sleep in the chair if you want.”

“It’s fine.” You assure him before flopping facedown onto the bed. “I’m exhausted.”

“You wanna change?”

“Just gimme a T-shirt.” You say your voice muffled by his comforter. You hold up a hand and he grins placing a shirt in your hand. Steve ducks into the bathroom and you change quickly before climbing into his bed. You’re almost asleep when he comes back into the room. He arms his security system again then you feel his weight on the bed with you. His hand covers yours and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before he settles on the bed next to you.

“Night Doll.” He murmurs and then you let sleep overtake you.

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[chantelle-x0x]

It’s Getting Hard - Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

A/N: It’s been a hot minute! So I know this took a while and I apologise for the wait, but I lacked motivation to write and I thought a fic like this needed all of my brain working, so here it is! This is my fic for @tropicalcap who had a writing challenge. Sorry it took a while, but here it is! Thank you so much for letting me be part of this and congratulations on your milestone! My song prompt was ‘Are We Alone’ by Coin. This is a one-shot! I also interpreted one of the lines ‘Don't wanna dance in the dark’ in a different way. Enough of a A/N now!

Disclaimer: **All characters besides Reader, belongs to Marvel (MCU)**

Word count: 3,171 (including lyrics)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

MCU Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Rhodey, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark (mentioned), Bucky (mentioned), Sam (mentioned), Wanda (mentioned), Peter Parker (mentioned), Shuri (mentioned), T’challa (mentioned), Vision (mentioned), Fury (mentioned)

Rating: PG13+

Warnings: Angst, sadness, light drinking, IW spoilers, careless Steve, probably a little OOC for Steve but yeah.

Summery: Your anniversary doesn’t go to plan, and then the day after doesn’t either. Your relationship is like a rocking boat at the moment and you’re trying to keep yourself at bay, but it’s getting hard.

(Gif not mine - it’s a huge gif whoops)

You’re disconnected Staring down at your phone Some company you are Across the table In that unflattering glow How did you get so far?

Even though the snap happened only a little while ago, you were celebrating your one year anniversary with Steve. It wasn’t easy the past couple of months since Steve had been so disconnected, but you made it work. He never let himself be Steve anymore either, he was almost always Captain America. The few times he did let his guard down, it was only ever with Nat. It hurt, of course it did. Natasha and Steve had a friendship that was strong, and only strengthened after everything happened, but that didn’t mean that you felt okay. Yes, it was good that Steve was talking to someone, but you would much prefer if he would talk to you. Tonight though, you had a spectacular evening planed.

As you were lost in thought as to what to wear with what was in your wardrobe, Steve knocked on your shared room door. ‘It’s fine to come in.’ You said, now turning around as the door opened. ‘You don’t have to knock on the door Steve, it’s your room too.’ You sighed, walking towards the bed to sit down in front of him.

‘Banner said that we have a device that was Fury’s. They’re hooking it up to find the power source and figure out what it actually is.’

‘That’s awesome! We could actually get some more help.’ Steve nodded in agreement before walking to what you had set out for him to wear.

‘We going somewhere?’ He asked with a confused frown. A sad pang hit you heavily, but you brushed it away, making yet another excuse for him in your head.

‘Mmm-hmm. We have a reservation at that place in Brooklyn that you said looked as though it hadn’t changed a bit since before the ice.’ The way Steve cocked his head to the side knocked down that last, thin layer of hope you held out. ‘For our anniversary.’ You said, laying back hard on your bed with a deep sigh and your eyes closed. You felt the bed dip beside you after a few seconds, and your hand was graced with a warm presence.

‘I’m so sorry doll, I completely forgot.’ Steve whispered. ‘I’ve been so preoccupied with everything lately, I wasn’t paying attention to the dates.’ You shrugged, still not opening your eyes; you knew that if you did, you wouldn’t be able to let those held in tears, stay held in.

‘It’s fine.’ You said simply in response. Steve’s movements were so swift, your brain took a second to realise what he was doing, but before you knew it, Steve had you sitting in his lap, facing him. You let your forehead touch his as a weak smile formed on your face.

‘Forgive me?’ He whispered to you. You kissed his cheek softly,

‘Of course.’

You had just made it in time for your reservation after leaving late that evening. Steve and you had made amends in one of your favourite ways possible, which is why you had high hopes that things were going to get better. When you looked over at your boyfriend, you see this sparkle in his eye, one you hadn’t seen in a long time. ‘Remind you of your pre-serum days?’ You asked as a light smile graced your features. Steve nodded with the biggest smile you’d seen in weeks.

‘Thank you doll.’ His tone was so soft and light, like bringing him to this place rebooted his character. A waiter came to your side and showed you to a small, private booth; somewhere where you’d both go unnoticed, where the music was clear to be heard and the performer was in view but still let you and Steve be together. You ordered a bottle of red for the table, along with what Steve had recommended you both order; Devilled Chicken with Sweet-Sour Carrots on the side.

You didn’t think your anniversary dinner would be awkward, but it was so silent. You suddenly thought to ask him if he had any memories of him and Bucky coming to a place like this in the 30’s, but as you lifted your eyes from the wine in your glass to your partner across from you, you saw that he was 100% not with you. His brows were furrowed as he stared down at his phone. Some company you are tonight. You couldn’t help but think. ‘You’re food’s getting cold Steve.’ You said softly, as you looked at his untouched plate.

‘Hmm, sorry. I just got a message from Rhodey, ‘said that they found some sort of a signal with that little device.’ You hummed in response as you slumped in your seat. Just when you lost all hope in the night, a man about your age, asked for a dance. You looked at Steve, who was probably still having a conversation with the group, for any sign that he wouldn’t want you to dance with this stranger…nothing.

‘I’d love to dance.’ You said instead of answering with a no. You were pulled up gently by this new found man, and he led you gracefully to the dance floor. The dim lights caught the sparkle of your necklace, and your dress twirled around you with every twist and turn. A stunning woman came out to the microphone and started singing a 1940’s swing version of ‘Dancing with a Stranger’. How ironic. You thought with a little chuckle.

‘What’s so funny?’ The young gentleman asked.

‘The song.’ The man looked at you in question. ‘It’s called ‘Dancing with a Stranger’. It’s ironic is all.’ You said sheepishly.

‘I’m Flynn.’ He introduced.

‘Y/N.’ You replied.

‘No longer strangers.’ You both laughed as the song ended. ‘I hope that made your night better. You looked pretty down.’ You smiled and thanked him for the distraction. You exchanged numbers as well, before you left for your table with a smile still plastered on your face.

‘Had fun?’ Steve asked from behind you.

‘I did, thank you.’ You honestly couldn’t tell what Steve was thinking at this point. He was physically a step away, but emotionally and mentally, so far away.

Break my back just to make conversation Pulling teeth just to ask how your day went You're disconnected An inconsiderate mess You've got me all to yourself but

It was too quiet when you were walking around the park near the restaurant. Steve looked like he was in another world, and it really did feel like the most uncomfortable day you’d ever spent with Steve. ‘Are you mad because I danced with Flynn?’ You asked your boyfriend calmly.

‘So that’s his name.’ Steve responded so softly, you probably wouldn’t have heard if you weren’t in the park alone with him.

‘Don’t do that Steve.’ You said with annoyance taking over you a little bit.

‘Don’t do what Y/N?’ He asked in a similar tone to you. ‘You’re the one that danced with a total stranger!’

‘I only danced with him because you were too busy on your phone!’ You both took a small breath to calm yourselves down. ‘I’m sorry that I upset you Steve, but this is not how I wanted today to go. This was meant to be a day where we could relax together. Be together. But it seems that all you want to do is be working.’ You knew you sounded a little whiney and childish, but you had hoped this would be the one day he’d open up to you; such wishful thinking.

‘I’m sorry doll, I just…I really want to get everyone back soon, especially Buck and Sam. I miss them. I lost Bucky again, and I’d do anything to get him back for hopefully, the last time.’

‘While you’re busy doing that, you’re losing me Steve. I can’t keep chasing you and giving you all the space you need, but being there when you need me without getting any love from your side.’ His facial expression turned hard and his jaw clenched.

‘I’m trying Y/N, but if you feel that way, then just break up with me. I’m not going to be the one to do it since I know I care about you a lot, but if you don’t think this is working, you break up with me.’ You know that there are tears falling slowly down your cheeks, but you refused to show that you noticed them.

‘Let’s just go home Steve.’ You say weakly, before walking in front of him.

I see you hiding Behind a flickering screen What did you come here for? And then you light up Who's keeping you company? Don't wanna dance in the dark

When you enter the compound, it’s eerily quiet, all you can hear is Steve walk in behind you and shuffle to a room in the compound. Following him, you enter the lab and see what everyone has been doing for the past couple of hours.

‘This is a nightmare.’ You hear Steve say as he’s looking at the strange paging device.

‘I’ve had better nightmares.’ Nat responds to him. You see Rhodey come in and tell the two of them something. They both sigh before following him into another lab where Bruce is. You keep silent, not sure if your presence was yet noticed by anyone. Like most of the time, Steve and Nat were on the same side to reboot the pager. As they spoke, you were almost knocked off your feet. A blonde lady was now standing in front of Steve as he had turned around. After you offered to make coffee for everyone, you all went to the living room and started to talk to the space lady who’s name you had learned was Carol Danvers.

‘So you’ve known Fury for a long time, why didn’t he recruit you into the Avenger Initiative?’ You asked Carol.

‘I guess he didn’t think I was needed but now, I take he didn’t think that anymore.’ You saw Steve chuckle. This comment made Rhodey get a little annoyed. He voiced your opinion but Carol didn’t back down; you honestly couldn’t fault her for that, in fact, you admired how she was strong to her beliefs. Steve took a fast liking towards her and you could tell that from where you were standing.

After everyone had dispersed for the evening, you went to you and Steve’s shared room and changed into a white t-shirt that belonged to Steve, before hoping into your large bed and picking up the book you’ve been reading, up off your beside-table. Steve entered the room not too long after, and you raised your eyes above the pages. ‘You still mad?’ You asked quietly as he took off his shoes.

‘Are you?’ He responded not looking at you yet, heading into the bathroom. You sighed as you placed the book down and got out off the warm blankets surrounding you. Walking to the bathroom door, you lean on the frame and look at Steve.

‘I wasn’t mad Steve, I was disappointed and maybe a little let down. I just thought that you and I could act as though things were more normal for tonight.’ This is when Steve finally decides to look at you, his features softer.

‘That’s the thing Y/N, we can’t live as though things are normal because they aren’t. As hard as we’re trying to come up with a solution, it hasn’t happened yet; and until it does and we have solved this issue, things aren’t going to be normal.’ You could see the pain Steve was hiding.

‘I’m sorry Stevie. I didn’t realise how bad all the trial and error ideas were effecting you.’ He managed a weak smile, but instead of continuing a conversation, you walked into the bathroom and hugged him tightly; he didn’t take long to reciprocate the hug. After a while, you let Steve get out off his clothes before he climbed into bed beside you. This is when he checked his phone and a smile graced his face. ‘Something happen?’ You ask your boyfriend.

‘Carol got a new phone and she’s now in the Avenger group chat.’ You hummed in response, trying so hard not to get jealous. You kissed Steve before turning on your side with your back to him, and fell asleep. You woke up to your boyfriend still on his phone. You picked up yours to see the time; almost 3:00 AM. He had a smile on his lips and you sighed then rolled over, whispering his name. You leaned up on your elbows and rested your head on his shoulder.

‘What are you doing Steve? It’s almost 3 in the morning.’ Your voice was soft and quiet.

‘Sorry doll, I got carried away with talking to Carol. She found out about the language thing.’ You laughed lightly as he showed you the message.

‘Can you put the phone down now Stevie?’ You asked in a whisper as you kissed the crook of his neck lightly. The truth is, you didn’t mind Carol at all, but you did mind that she had just met Steve and he was closer to her in a day compared to you, who had been with him for a year and known him even longer. Steve turned off his phone and set it on the table beside him, before stretching. You took his hand in yours and entwined them together. His thumb rubbed the top of your hand, before he pulled you closer to him. You kissed him gently and he quickly reciprocated, before he pulled you so close that space wasn’t known between you two, and kissed you deeper and harder. Before anything could happen though, Steve pulled away and sighed.

‘We have a lot to do tomorrow Y/N, we should probably go to sleep.’ You couldn’t help the disappointment that settled in you, but you did roll back to your side of the bed and tried to fall asleep again, but it didn’t descend on you, so instead, you went to find Tony’s “secret” stash of single malt whiskey. This was where he kept the few bottles the two of you shared on your sleepless nights; it was always fun together.

Why are you hiding? An inconsiderate mess

You sat on a chair that was in the dim room and finally let your emotions out. One by one, tears started to fall. You cried for Tony, Bucky, Sam, Wanda, Shuri, Peter, T’challa, Vision and Fury. You cried because you hadn’t done that yet. You’d been so wrapped up in making sure Steve was okay, you completely forgot about your own mental health and how you felt. You also cried because you knew you were losing Steve. It wasn’t a secret anymore, not to you anyway. Maybe you stayed because he had already lost so much. Did you feel obligated to do it? You weren’t manipulated to stay, he did tell you to break up with him if you wanted to. Everything became too much at this point, and you had to let it all out, so what better place to do so than the place you shared with Tony. Tony was like a father figure to you. He was your dad’s best friend, but when your dad passed when you were a young child, Tony took you in. You were glad he had taken you under his wing instead of your mother, she left for a reason, a reason you still didn’t know. If you lost Tony, that would kill you. Peter was like a little brother to you. You always laughed and joked around. He taught you everything his suit could do and even locked you in your room once because you lost a bet to him. Bucky and Sam never failed to make you laugh and you missed their companionship. Their constant bickering always made for some good, live reality TV. Wanda was your best friend. She always knew what to say and encouraged you to do things that pushed you out off your shell. Vision and you would work together on your knowledge. You loved learning, so you and him would sit together and just talk about things that were going on around the world; he’d inform you of issues and you’d do research and tell him all about your finds. T’challa and Shuri, although you had barley met them before they were taken, they were good people, they fought for everyone just like the Avengers. Thinking all of this made you chuck back the drink and pour another as you felt the burn going down your oesophagus. You tasted the salt of your tears before you downed the remnants of your second drink before leaving for your bathroom.

A headache from the crying, late night and alcohol made you need to take some medicine so that you’d be clear for the day ahead. Coming out off the bathroom after a shower and brushing your teeth, you dressed into your suit (just in case), before bumping into Steve.

Are we alone? Your eyes are staring vacantly Oh are you even listening at all? There's no one here but you and me So tell me, would you rather be alone? Would you rather be alone? Would you rather be alone?

‘Mornin’ doll. Where were you this morning?’ Steve asked, curiously.

‘I went to a place in the compound that Tony and I used to go to together…when we couldn’t sleep.’ Steve just nodded.

‘Just wanted to make sure you were okay.’ He said beginning to head into the bathroom.

‘You know Steve, you never asked me how I was after the snap.’ You said, the alcohol probably giving you a boost of confidence.

‘You seemed fine.’ He said casually.

‘Well, I wasn’t.’ You let the anger and hurt bubble inside of you, prepared to let it out like a fiery dragon.

‘Okay, how are you then?’ He asked monotony.

‘I could be better.’ You replied sharply. ‘I have a really crappy boyfriend that pays little to no attention to me, half of the people I consider my family are gone, and I might have lost the only parent figure I had because of stupid Thanos! How do you think I’m feeling Steven?’ Your shouts becoming louder as you finished talking. Steve looked at you with a guilty look.

‘I didn’t realise that doll. I’m so sorry that I’ve been so neglecting and distant.’

‘As much as I’d love to accept your apology Steve, I just don’t think you mean that. You’ve said sorry so many times over the last 24 hours, it’s starting to become meaningless.’ You begin to walk out the door, but right before you do, you look Steve right in the eyes, your eyes tearing up, and say, ‘Rhetorical question Steve, but, would you rather be alone?’

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Tony knowing Peter's order (coffee, ice cream, whatever) without having to ask

Peter really, really loved Friendly’s.

Like, really loved it.

Tony didn’t really know why, exactly. It wasn’t like he saw anything exceptional about a chain restaurant selling sub-par diner food. And yet, the kid’s face always lit up whenever they drove past one.

And that’s how Tony Stark found himself frequenting nearly every single Friendly’s on the drive from Midtown to the Tower.

It was their thing, a mode of unspoken communication. Peter would slip into his car, radiating the brand of exhaustion that only stems from some shitty high school drama, and Tony would wordlessly pull into the closest Friendly’s.

The kid was give him a tentative smile, and by the end of the meal, he’d be motor-mouthing his way through some random story. He couldn’t really tell if it was the food, or the atmosphere, or, and this was an option that he only dared to consider after Pepper pointed it out, Tony’s presence in and of itself.

He couldn’t help the hope that it was the latter. That the kid just enjoyed spending time with him.

But either way, Friendly’s belonged to Tony and Peter. It was their turf. A fail-safe place where Peter felt relaxed.

So when Rhodey practically demanded to meet the kid, Tony knew exactly where to take them.

“You can help me pick him up from school tomorrow.” Tony offered, pulling out his phone. “Then we can get some early dinner. Kid’s always half-starved by the last bell. They don’t feed him enough for lunch.”

“Weird that you know that, but sure.”

“Oi.” He shot a glare at the other man. “Do you wanna meet the kid or not?”

“Oh, I wanna meet the kid.” Rhodey smiled at him in a way that made his next words seem a lot less sincere. “I’ll be good. I promise.”

“Sure you do.”

He opened Peter’s messages and shot him a quick text. Kid deserved a fair warning, after all.

TS: Mind having an after school snack with Rhodey tomorrow? He’s dying to meet you.

It took the teenager all of five seconds to reply.

Kids these days.

PP: mr. rhodes??? yes!!! yes yes yes!!! !!!

God, he really hoped he wouldn’t regret this.

Peter slid into the back of the Audi with a shaky smile on his face. Tony gave him what he hoped was a calming glance before pulling out of the pick-up line and onto the road.

“Hey, Pete.”

Rhodey blinked at the nickname, then added his own greeting. “It’s nice to meet you, Peter.”

“H-Hi Mister Rhodes, Sir. I, uh, I’m, well I’m Peter. But you… already knew that cause you said my name, so…”

The Colonel chuckled, glancing at Tony. “Do you really scare the kid that much?”

“He doesn’t scare me!” Peter blushed at his outburst, shyly dropping his eyes to his knees. “I-I mean, I, uh, I just…”

“He stutters when he’s nervous.” Tony switched lanes and glanced at Peter fondly in the rear-view mirror. “He’ll get over it in a second, don’t worry.”

Peter blinked. “I-I don’t, I don’t stutter, Mister Stark.”

“Sure ya don’t, kiddo.” He took note of how red the poor kid’s face was and sighed. “Take a breath. You’re alright. I promise that Rhodey’s entirely un-threatening.”

“I’m not nervous.”

Teenagers: the most stubborn brand of humans on the planet.

“Mhm.”

“I’m not.”

“I heard you the first time.”

Rhodey intercepted the conversation with a strange look in his eyes. Tony tried not to dwell on it. “So, Peter, got any plans after high school?”

Smooth one, Rhodes.

The kid blinked. “I mean, uh, college? Engineering. P-Probably something biochemical. B-But Mister Stark thinks I should do electrical.”

“That’s because he did electrical.” Rhodey nudged his friend’s elbow. “He’s biased.”

“Oi,” Tony shot back, “don’t tell me you wouldn’t be trying to recruit him for the military if you’d seen him in action. Kid’s brilliant.”

Peter flushed again. “Mister Stark.”

“Don’t ‘Mister Stark’ me. It’s true.”

Rhodey twisted in his seat as best he could, braces whirring. Tony caught him winking at Peter out of the corner of his eye. “So tell me, kid, ever thought about serving your country?”

“No.” He didn’t mean for his voice to come out so firm, but the concept of Peter in an active war zone made his heart swoop down to his feet. “Hands off, Rhodey. Get your impressionable youth somewhere else.”

“Oh I’m sorry, Tones,” his best friend stared directly at him, a contemplative look on his face, “didn’t mean to rob your nursery.”

Oh, yeah, Tony thought, I’m definitely going to regret this.

Peter’s face lit up when they pulled up by one of their usual haunts. As soon as they were out of the car, Rhodey dropped back to Tony and nudged him in the side.

“Friendly’s?” Thankfully, the Colonel saw Peter’s excitement and had the good grace to whisper. “Really?”

“He loves them.” He shot him a look. “Don’t ruin it.”

A tiny smile tugged at the corner of Rhodey’s lips as Peter practically skipped through the doors. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Their waitress was a friendly older lady who seemed to have no idea who Tony was. She led them to their table, and Tony pushed Peter into the booth first, eyeing the closest exits silently.

He always put Peter farthest from the door, in whichever spot had the most immediate cover. And today, since Rhodey was here, he could use himself as a human shield.

He’d be between Peter and anything dangerous. Good. That’s exactly how he wanted it to be.

They ordered their drinks and sat quietly for a second. Rhodey seemed to be silently contemplating him and Peter, much to the kid’s obliviousness.

Tony, meanwhile, watched the kid fidget for all of three minutes before sighing heavily and sliding out of the booth.

“Go on, kid.”

Peter just looked at him. “What?”

“Don’t act like I can’t tell you need to pee, bud. So go.”

Tony set an internal reminder to let the kid do something very unstressful when they got back to the Tower. He could practically taste his anxiety. “I-I’m good, Mister, uh, Mister Stark.”

“Go, Pete.”

The kid relented, awkwardly shuffling away while running a nervous hand through his hair.

Rhodey had half-opened his mouth to speak when the waitress returned, setting their drinks down and addressing them with a too-bright smile.

“Are you ready to order?”

Rhodey glanced at Peter’s empty seat. “Actually, I think we’ll need-”

Tony, however, was already gathering up their menus from the suspiciously sticky table. “We’re ready.”

The Colonel raised an eyebrow at him, but didn’t protest.

The waitress pulled out her pen and flipped her order pad to a fresh page. “Would you like any starters?”

“The mini mozzarella sticks, please.” Tony smothered a stupid smile at the memory of Peter stacking them into a small tower.

“And what else can I get you?”

“I’ll get the Reuben.” He gestured to the empty spot beside him. “The kid’ll have chicken tenders with fries, and a grilled cheese.”

The waitress laughed a little. “Big appetite, huh?”

Tony shot her a charismatic smile. “Oh, you’ve got no idea.”

She straightened, a wave of motherliness swooping over her face. “Kid’s are like that, huh? But we love ‘em anyway.”

He bit his lip briefly before shrugging, passing his and Peter’s menus into her outstretched hand. “Sure do.”

She gave him another gentle smile before redirecting her attention to Rhodey. “And for you, Sir?”

He seemed to flail for a minute, still blindsided by Tony’s easy agreement. Then, he shook his head and let out a disbelieving laugh. “I’ll, uh, I’ll just have the All-American Burger.”

“Lovely.” She flipped her pad shut. “It’ll be out shortly. Oh,” she shot Tony a wink, “and be sure to flag me down again when your youngster demands his ice cream.”

Tony winked back, enjoying the way it seemed to further his best friend’s slow decent into madness. “I will.”

As soon as she was out of earshot, Rhodey fixed him with a serious stare. “Holy shit, Tones. The kid’s, what, thirteen?”

“He’s fifteen. We picked him up from a high school, Rhodes. Get your math straight.”

“Like I know what age kids are in high school these days.” After a moment’s hesitation, the man pressed on. “You shouldn’t, either, by the way.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re Tony Stark.” He rubbed a hand down his face. “So, spill. How long have you known?”

“Known what?”

“About Peter.” Rhodey gestured at the faded backpack sitting by Tony’s feet. “Why didn’t the mother come clean when he was born? Or did she, and have you been hiding it this whole time?”

Suddenly, his best friend’s thought process dawned on him. “He’s not mine, Rhodey. Jesus. Not biologically, anyway.”

“You know his order, Tony. That waitress just insinuated that he was yours and you didn’t correct her.”

He sighed, already tired by the conversation. “He’s not mine.”

The Colonel didn’t look convinced. “Then what is this?”

“I don’t know how to explain it, alright? It’s just… the kid’s my responsibility.”

“Why in the world would he be-”

“Hey, Mister Stark.”

Tony shot Rhodey a look that clearly conveyed a message of shut it, and slid out of the booth to let Peter in. “Hey to you too, kiddo. Enjoy yourself?”

The kid scrunched up his face. “That’s gross.”

He laughed, ruffling his hair a bit as they settled back into their seats. “So, tell Rhodey and I about school today. Learn anything groundbreaking?��

“It’s high school, Mister Stark. I can’t think of anything less groundbreaking than high school.”

“Well, that’s a shame.” He smirked. “Guess I’ll have to teach you something revolutionary in the lab to day, as compensation.”

“Oh, yeah?” Peter gazed up at him with adoring eyes. “What?”

“Dunno.” He forced himself not to shift under the weight of trust he could see on the kid’s face. “I’ll think of it on the spot.”

They were interrupted by their waitress setting down a plate of mozzarella sticks at the center of the table.

“Oh, cool!” Peter popped one into his mouth, then winced when it burned. Tony just rolled his eyes and shoved his lemonade into his hand. “Did you order while I was gone?”

“Yep. Don’t worry. I got you your chicken tenders.”

“Mm.” He smiled brightly as soon as he’d swallowed his mouthful of stringy cheese. “I knew you would.”

He elbowed him in the side, careful to be gentle despite the kid’s super strength. “You want ice cream after?”

Somehow, no matter how much Tony spoiled Peter, every new offer lit up in his eyes like starlight. “Can I?”

He gave Peter a fond smile, the one that he never seemed capable of replicating when the kid was absent, forgetting all about Rhodey’s watchful gaze. “Of course, buddy.”

“Awesome!” Peter broke one of the mozzarella sticks in half. “Are you gonna get some, too?”

If he was being honest, he didn’t really want ice cream. But he also knew that Peter would feel more comfortable asking for it if Tony did too, so ice cream it was. “Duh.”

One glance at Rhodey affirmed that he’d be going through some rigorous questioning later.

But than again, he’d sit through a thousand interrogations if he could make Peter smile like that again.

He blinked at the thought.

Damn it. I’m in deep, aren’t I?

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Thunderbolts & Lightning - W.W.

WC: 1.3K (dang)

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I got the inspo for this during a lightning storm last night as well as @39-seas-of-rhye so enjoy because this boi makes me soft

You let out a heavy sigh as you sit on the couch watching Bob Ross reruns, the light of the TV casting a dull light on our face. Your roommate, Jean had decided that you wouldn’t mind sleeping somewhere else while she and Scott had some “fun”. You rub your eyes and look at the clock in front of you.

11:30 PM

‘Fucking dandy’ You think to yourself. Looks like your sleeping on the couch again.

“(Y/N)?” You hear from behind you, causing to jump.

You turn around to see the tall, broad shoulders, winged blonde boy of your dreams. Warren Worthington.

“H-hey, yeah. Sorry, you scared me, I thought everyone was asleep already” You say, lightly chuckling and looking away to hide your blush.

Ever since he showed up at Xavier’s, you had always taken a liking to him. He was shy at first, intimidating to some extent. But, after having a few classes with him and just showing general kindness towards him, despite everything with Apocalypse, he quickly opened up to you.

“What? You couldn’t sense that I was coming? Read my mind or some shit?” He playfully asks, sitting down next to you, causing you scoff.

Yes, you had telepathy and telekinesis and yes, this made you become close with Jean Grey. However, despite being graced with what some would call “gifts”, you rarely used them in attempts to me as normal as possible.

“What are you doing out here?” He asks you softly, trying not to startle you again.

You sigh again, rubbing the sleep deprivation from your eyes.

“I, uh, well” You find yourself at a loss for words. The situation itself, although it’s happened before, was quite an amusing one.

“Let’s just say, if I find Scott asleep in my bed, I’m not gonna be happy” you grumble, causing you both to laugh. “I was gonna bunk with Jubilee but she’s hanging out with Kurt and it’s this whole big mess so,” You trail off at the realization of your rambling. “Here I am I guess” you whisper.

A loud clap of thunder tore the both of you from your thoughts as well as a flash of lightning, causing both of you to wince due to the sudden brightness. You gasp and look out the window above the couch, seeing constant flashes of lightning happening just barely a mile away from the school.

“Sorry I just- wow” You marvel at the world around you, causing Warren to chuckle.

“Wow is right” He says, getting up from the couch.

As you lean up against the cushion, angled towards the window, Warren sits behind you, cheek millimeters away from yours. Your eyes were out the window and his were as well, until his hand slipped around your waist. You can’t help but tiredly smile as you feel his eyes on you. After a few minutes of basking in the ambiance, Warren leans closer to you. “I know somewhere where the view could be better” He whispers in your ear.

You whip your head around to meet his gaze.

“Show me?” You ask, full of hope.

After a bit of you sneaking around and grabbing what Warren called “supplies”, the two of you found yourself on the roof of the school.

“Warren!” You gasp as the cold air hits you.

You wrap yourself tightly in a blanket and sit down with him.

“Are we even allowed to be up here?” You ask him with wide eyes.

“Probably not,” Warren chuckles. “But I won’t tell if you don’t” He playfully winks at you, prompting you to nudge him in the shoulder.

You gasp at the sight in front of you. You found the scenery of lightning and thunder but no rain absolutely breathtaking. You gaze up at Warren, eyes trained at the same scenery in front of you and slowly rest your head on his shoulder. Warren subconsciously wraps a wing around your shoulders followed by his arm around your midsection.

“So why can’t they fuck in Scott’s room instead?” He asks, breaking the comfortable silence.

You laugh, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Warrens heart rate quickens at the sight of you. He had always had a bit of a crush on you. But all of that intensified when the two of you became closer and closer.

“Cause Peter caught them or something. Honestly, I have no idea” You giggle.

‘It’s not like you’re complaining right now’ You think to yourself. 

“Well, if you want,” he starts. “Y-You can, I dunno, stay in my room tonight?” He trails off with the last part. 

You look up at him and smile widely.

“Really?” You whisper excitedly.

A loud clap of thunder causes you to jump. Warren chuckles and holds you closer. You wrap your arm around his abdomen like it's the most natural thing in the world.

“I thought you weren’t scared of thunderstorms, (Y/L/N)” He says, smiling down at you.

“I’m not!” You defend. “I just don’t like unexpected noises” You chuckle to yourself, eventually yawning and nuzzling yourself back into his shoulder.

“I’m totally taking you up on your offer, if you don’t mind” You mumble, causing him to lightly squeeze you.

“Of course” He rubs your side.

You look up at him and suddenly a rush a confidence takes over inside of you. You lift your head from his shoulder and press a soft kiss to his cheek. His eyes slightly widen at the unexpected move from you, the girl on his mind since day one. You place your head back down as if nothing happened and feel his plump lips on your forehead.

“(Y/N)?” He asks, breaking the silence. 

You look up at him, signaling him to go on.

“I, uh, I was wondering if, um maybe, y-you would wanna hang out?” He asks, looking down at his hand.

“Hang out?” You ask him with a wide smile. “Warren Worthington are you asking me on a date?”

The winged boy feels heat creeping to his cheeks.

 “Um, yeah?” He mutters, turning away.

“Hey, War,” You cup his cheek, turning his face back towards you and rubbing your thumb across his cheek. “I’d love to” You whisper, feeling the temperature of your face match his.

“If we’re being completely honest, here, I’ve kinda had a bit of a crush on you. Since, like, I dunno” You stutter, looking down and hesitantly pulling your hand away.

“Since you first showed up here, I guess” You scratch the back of your neck.

You shyly look up at him to see a shocked look wash over his face. “I know” you continue. “It’s pretty dumb but-” He cuts you off by cupping your cheek and pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss only lasts a second, two at the most before the two of you pull away. “I like you too (Y/N)” He whispers.

You feel a drop of rain on your cheek and laugh hysterically. His wing flexes in an attempt to keep you dry as you clutch the blanket harder.

“Holy shit Warren! Your wings!” You realize.

“Can you even be out here? Like what if something happens like with birds or something where the can’t really fly in the rain because the water messes with the wings and the feathers and-”

Warren kisses you again, quicker this time and he pulls away, laughing. “Do I look like a bird to you?” he whispers, his warm breath fanning over your lips. 

You smile at him. “I don’t think you want me to answer that” You quip, causing both of you to laugh.

“I’ll be fine” He mumbles. “I just can’t be out here for too long with them extended. But you can’t be out here either or you’re gonna catch a cold or something” He says, tracing random shapes on the skin of your arm.

“So,” You trail off. “Your room, then? So we can, I dunno, plan this date?” You ask with an eyebrow raised.

Warren smiles back at you.

“I like the sound of that”

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[beatriceinmessina]

Halloween Terrorfest, Day VIII: ‘Call in the spirits’

(A note: This one is one of my favorites that I’ve written.  I hope you get a laugh or two from it.)

“This is the stupidest idea you have ever had.”

“No, that was when he talked us into eating from those cans and we all got food poisoning for a month.”

“I still think that wasn’t veal in mine.  Goldner’s is people.  It’s people and we’re cannibals.”

“It’s not people, George, enough with the Soylent Green bullshit,” Edward sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.  “I can’t believe I agreed to this.”

“You agreed to it because we need your house and you haven’t got any other friends,” Henry said.  He frowned and leaned closer.  “No wonder you don’t.  You’ve got like, the worst case of Resting Sad Face.  How can you go around all day looking like a kicked puppy?”

 “I agreed to it because Sol’s in Gloucestershire visiting his aunt.  If he were here I would have said no and spent the evening at his place.”

“And then you would have died,” said Henry, “because you would have fucked and then a murderer would have gotten you.  Rules of horror, remember?”

“Like that hasn’t stopped you from--”

“We’re going to die for this,” John interrupted nervously.  “We’re not supposed to mess with spirits.”

“Please,” Edward snorted.  “The odds of ghosts showing up are zero.”

“I don’t know about that,” Henry said, apparently deep in thought.  “Didn’t you say your parents got this because it was way cheaper than it should have been?  Property value dropped because ghosts.  You practically live in the Murder House.”  

“I hate that season.”

“I still don’t understand why you think Hotel is the greatest thing ever,” grumbled John, who thought the entire show was too ridiculous to be any fun.

“Because James Patrick March is hilarious, that’s why.”

“I thought it was because you think Evan Peters with a mustache and a weird accent is hot,” George said, and Edward whirled on him.

“I told you that in confidence!”  

“Well, we all know that I’ve got a thing for Sister Mary Eunice when she’s possessed, so I don’t know why you get to keep yours a secret.”

“Wait,” Henry said, an evil grin spreading across his face, “he told me he wished John Lowe was real so he could, and I quote, ‘rail me until--’”

“ENOUGH!” Edward shouted.  “One more word about this and the only ghosts in my house will be you three!”

“Alright, alright,” sighed Henry, throwing up his hands in defeat.  “Lead the way, Violet Harmon.”  Edward gave him a death glare and unlocked the door.  

“If I’m Violet, you’re Dandy Mott.”

“I look like Finn Wittrock?  Thanks.”

“No, you’re really fucking annoying and sometimes I want to strangle you.”  Edward walked through the door and the others followed.  As much as he hated to admit it, Henry was right--his house was exactly the type to have ghosts.  47 Franklin Street was a gothic Victorian mansion in all but size, built of stone with one part of the building sectioned off into an honest-to-god tower with a balcony on its roof.  His parents had loved the aesthetic and decorated the interior accordingly, and now he spent half his time at home wondering if he was supposed to inherit the place, marry some wealthy American heiress, and poison her for her money.  Except he didn’t have an insane sister to screw, so he’d have to push his wife off the upstairs railing himself.  Great.

“Wow,” John said as he came into the entrance hall.  “Feels like the House of Usher.”

“Blame my mum and dad.  They love that kind of stuff.”

“You hiding any vampire brides in this place?” Henry asked.  “Sol will be furious.”

“No,” Edward ground out from between clenched teeth and wondering why he was ever friends with Henry in the first place.

“Where are we going?” George asked as Edward led them up the winding staircase.  Edward didn’t answer and continued on his way until they reached his mum’s office, which had a door in the ceiling.  Wheeling her chair over its general area, he climbed atop it (which was a bad idea of the highest order because it was a swivel chair and wouldn’t stop twisting this way and that) and, struggling to keep his balance, managed to get a hold on the door-handle and pull it open so he could retrieve the ladder which folded out downwards from it.  John’s jaw dropped.

“The attic?  You want us to go… the bloody attic?  There’ll be rats -- and cockroaches!”

“We got an exterminator the week we moved in, it’s fine up there,” Edward said.  “Come on.  You wanted a seance and the attic’s the best place for one.”

“Sounds good to me!” Henry chirped, and began his ascent.  Edward followed, then George, and finally a reluctant John, muttering about how they would all die of rabies if the rats didn’t bite them to death first.  Once they were all safely inside Edward turned on the light and pulled up the door.  The attic was spacious and his parents had decided to use it as a storage space for everything they didn’t need all the time, so boxes were stacked up against the wall.  Henry looked disappointed, and Edward rolled his eyes.

“What were you expecting?  The bodies of my dead wives?  Dracula in his coffin?  Sorry.”

“Jesus Christ, we’re feeling feisty today.  Let’s do this thing.”  Henry sat down and pulled out his phone.  “I’ve got the instructions right… here…”  He looked up.  “Come on, sit down.”  They all followed his suit and looked to him for further instruction.  “Okay, now we join hands.”

“If any of you jerked off before this and didn’t wash your hands after,” George said, “you have to tell me.”  John gaped at him, aghast.

“You’re… it’s a school day!  What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Just a precaution.”

“I hate all of you right now.”

“Join hands already!” Henry barked, suddenly impatient, and, with much groaning and grunting, they did.  “Close your eyes.”

“You better not be using this as an excuse to put a spider on my face,” John muttered.

“That was one time and it was the tiniest spider ever.  Now shut up, we have to concentrate.”  Henry shut his eyes and began to hum off-key.  Edward resisted the increasingly strong urge to get up, open the door, and throw him down to the office.  Maybe he should have cut class and taken a bus to Cheltenham so he could let Sol fuck him into oblivion.  Or fuck Sol into oblivion, whichever.  Either way would be incredibly preferable to Henry’s horrible scale-climbing.

“Should we have turned the lights off?” George asked.  “I think the lights are supposed to be off for stuff like this.”

“Too late now, fuck you very much,” Henry singsonged, and resumed humming at a somewhat earsplitting pitch.  He opened his eyes.  “Spirits of this dwelling!  We would speak to you!” he intoned, and Edward snorted.  Henry glared at him and resumed.  “We only need a few minutes of your time.  Please grace us with your presence.”

“What if one’s a school shooter?” John whispered.  “What if they’re all serial killers?  Will we--”

“For the last time, I do not live in the Murder House!” hissed Edward, ready to drop his hands and throw himself down the ladder.

“John, you’re scaring them away!” Henry hissed in succession.

“He can’t scare them away because they don’t fucking exist!”

And then the lights went out.

“The fuck?” Henry whispered delightedly.

“This is how I die,” George moaned.  “Tell my dad I’m sorry about the time he found Billy Gibson about to blow Cornelius in my closet.”  Despite the darkness, Edward turned to him.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“We were playing Seven Minutes in Heaven and it got out of hand.  All I did was make out with Charlie Des Voeux a little,” he added quickly.  “And it sucked.  He bit my tongue.  I have a scar, if you wanna see-”

“No one wants to see your tongue scar, George; why are we talking about this when there’s a ghost?”  Henry squealed.  “Just listen!  I can hear it!”

Sure enough, there was a moaning from somewhere in the house, faint but creeping closer.  John squeezed Edward’s hand tight enough to cut off the blood-flow, earning himself what sounded like a feral snap of the teeth at his ear.  “Ned, did you just try and bite me?!”

“Well, I can’t think properly when you’re murdering my hand!”

“Who could it be?” Henry wondered aloud, seemingly oblivious to the distress surrounding him.  “A man whose wife murdered him when she found out he cheated?  A girl who was smothered by her father so she wouldn’t run away?  A boy who fell off the roof?  Candyman?”

“Candyman’s in America,” Edward grunted, trying to extract his hand from John’s death grip.

“Yeah, but he’s English in the short story.  What if he moved back?”

“He didn’t because he’s not real -- ugh.  John, let me go!”

“Oh god, I hope he is,” whispered Henry, and shivered.

Edward finally pulled his hand free, groaning and flexing his fingers.  “Please tell me you’re not into him.”

“You want James Patrick March to shove his tongue down your throat, I want Daniel Robitaille to tell me he wants me right here and right now in that sexy deep voice of his.  We’re all a little weird.  Now be quiet!”

“You were the one who started theorizing--”

“Shut up!”

“I hope it’s Betelgeuse,” said George.  “He’s fun.”

“Why would Betelgeuse moan like that?” asked Edward, but John had already started singing.

“Panic and stress, oh, ain’t it the best?  The sound of a heart exploding inside a chest--”

“SHUT.  THE FUCK.  UP!” Henry bellowed.  “I can’t hear it anymore.  You scared the ghost away.”

But there the moaning was again, now coming right up through the floor.  On and on it went as they all fell silent, until a few minutes had passed with the source still unrevealed.

“Maybe we need to open the door for it,” John whispered, now positively strangling a white-faced George’s hand.  Henry shook his head.

“It’s a ghost.  It can just, like, float up or teleport.”

“Maybe real ghosts are different than fictional ones,” George wheezed, tugging his arm away from John fruitlessly.  “Open the door.”

“No.”

“Henry Thomas Dundas Le Vesconte,” Edward hissed, bled dry of every single drop of patience, “open the goddamn door so we can get this over with or I will honest-to-gods strangle you!”

“Fine, Dad.”  Henry rolled his eyes and got up, walking over to the attic door and pulling it open.  (The lights were, disappointingly, still working in the rest of the house.)  A second of silence, and then he sucked in a terrified breath.  “Oh, no.  Oh, shit.”

“What is it?”  Edward rose and went over to him.  “If you’re screwing with me I swear -- fuck!” he yelped, seeing the source of the moaning.

It was no ghost that stared back at them.  It was an enormous fluffy white cat, evidently lost.

Tuunbaq.

“No,” Henry whispered, backing away.  “No, no, no.  Oh shit, we’re stuck up here!”

“What is it?” George asked, dangerously pale.  John made a nervous squeaking noise.

“The cat,” Edward said grimly.  “Silna’s cat.”

“Silna’s cat?” John repeated.

“You know.  Her cat who hates every single one of us.”

“Oh,” George mumbled, looking rather dizzy.  “Her cat who… tried to chew off my arm…”

“John, let him go,” Edward snapped, still hanging over the edge of the open door.  “Okay.  Maybe we wait for him to leave?”

“He’ll still be in the house, he could maul us the second we think we’re safe,” John said, finally letting go of George’s hand, who flopped over onto the floor.  “We should find stuff to throw at him.”

“Yeah, and if we kill him Silna and Harry never talk to us again.”

“That’s a small price to pay,” George squeaked from the floor.  “I’m with John.”

Tuunbaq mewed and padded forward, climbing nimbly up the ladder and, before Edward could move, leapt onto his chest, knocking him down and meowing triumphantly, quite pleased with himself.

“Stupid… fucking… cat… get off me…”

“I mean…”  Henry grinned.  “This is actually kind of cute.”

“Cute?  Cute?  CUTE?!  I have a demon cat on my chest!”

“Yeah, but look at him!  He’s all curled up and purring.  Like a big fuzzy snowball.”

“I don’t care.  Get him off me.”

“Just give me a sec.”  Henry already had his phone out and was snapping pictures.  “Everyone’s gotta see the latest installment in the Murdering Cat saga.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Edward hissed, flipping Henry off with both hands.  

“Ooh, sorry, I’m not willing to be a homewrecker unless you take me out a few times first.  Now Fairholme from maths class?  There’s a homewrecker.  He broke up James Ross and Ann Coulman last month.”

“How?” George asked.  “Who’d he screw?”

“Neither.  He told Ann he saw James making out with Eleanor Porden in the Tesco car park and she broke up with him.”

“Was James doing that?”

“I don’t know.  Fairholme’s a bit weird, I think he just likes destroying people’s happiness.”

“Hello?  Demon cat!” Edward shouted.  “Get him off me!”

“He’s sleeping now,” John said, leaning over cautiously.  “Awwww.  He’s not so bad when he’s sleeping.”

“Again, I don’t care.  GET.  HIM.  OFF.  ME.”

“Fine, jeez.  Maybe we can just, like… push him off you, or something.  If we’re careful he might stay asleep.”  John cocked his head to the side, observing Tuunbaq carefully.

“Yes, great.  Do that before he crushes my ribcage.”

Henry was the first to try, leaning over and cautiously prodding Tuunbaq with a finger.  When the cat didn’t respond, he tried pushing him across Edward’s chest towards the floor.  Still the cat slumbered.  Another push.  Another--

Tuunbaq was almost completely on the floor when his eyes snapped open and he launched himself into the air.  “MOVE!” George roared with the sudden, thunderous force of a drill sergeant, and they all scrambled backwards from the flying white blur, who landed in the middle of the floor with his head held high.

If cats could smirk, Tuunbaq was doing just that.  With another pleased mew he descended the ladder and disappeared from their sight.  One by one they crept forth from the corners and peered over the edge.  Tuunbaq seemed to be gone.

“We have to look for him,” Edward said, and the others looked at him, utterly astonished.  “I am not living for who knows how long in fear of being mauled in my own house.”

“It’s your parents’ own house, technically,” John began, and Henry elbowed him.  “Ow!  Fine, let’s go.  I hate this attic anyway.”

 They climbed down the ladder, and, since they knew that splitting up always led to inevitable death in these kinds of situations, stuck closely together as they searched each room on the second floor, and then on the first.  Even the basement and the tower yielded no sign of the cat, and once they came up from the former John pointed out an open window.

“He probably jumped out there,” he said.  Edward blinked and stared at the window.

“That was closed.  I know that was closed.”

“Magic,” Henry whispered, doing jazz hands.  “Ghosts.  Witches.”

“For the last goddamn time, my house is not haunted, and your stupid seance just proved it.”

“But that window--”

“Can I play a little?” George interrupted, gesturing to the grand piano in the living room.  (For some reason it had been gathering dust in the basement when they’d moved in.  No one played it, but Edward’s dad thought it pulled the room together.)  “We’ve just got the upright at home.”  

“Go ahead.”  No sooner had George settled at the piano than the requests came flooding in.

“The Beatles--”

“Florence and the Machine--”

“Cabaret--”

“Stevie Nicks--”  At the last one George nodded and started to play, picking out some notes on the lower keys before beginning a familiar tune on the higher ones.  Edward promptly burst into song.

“Just like the white-winged dove sings a song, sounds like she’s singin’ whoo, whoo, whoo.  Just like the white-winged dove sings a song, sounds like she’s singin’ whoo, baby, whoo, said whoo.  And the days go by like a strand in the wind, in the web that is my own I begin again--”

“Jesus Christ,” said Henry.  “Stevie you are not.”

“Yeah, and you can’t sing that well either.  And none of us can dance.  Do I have to sing this by myself?  But that moment when I first laid eyes on him, all alone on the edge of seventeen -- just like the white-winged dove sings a song, sounds like she’s singin’ whoo, baby, whoo, whoo--”

George, John, and Henry joined in the singing, and, if they hadn’t been so busy only slightly butchering those immortal lyrics, they might have noticed the yellow cat’s eyes staring at them from behind the grandfather clock.

They had spoiled his nap.  Tuunbaq would have his revenge.  

#halloweenterrorfest #day 8 #the terror #the terror amc #edward little #henry le vesconte #george hodgson #john irving #tuunbaq #my lieutenant sons #(this is dumb and i'm proud of it) #(it's also way too long because i just kept adding to it) #akh's writing #akh.txt

[murdockquills]

I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain.

characters: peter quill & meredith quill

warnings: light angst, hurt/comfort, post-infinity war

notes: this is my first shot at writing a peter fic! both he and I are from the same small hometown in missouri, so I wanna explore that connection more. I was inspired by black panther’s ancestral plane, but wanted to bring it a little down home for peter. song is fire and rain by james taylor. (x)

read over on ao3: (x)

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Just yesterday mornin', they let me know you were gone

 Suzanne the plans they made put an end to you

 I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song

 I just can't remember who to send it to....

Peter groaned; his eyes slipped open just a crack. It was shockingly dark, much darker than where he had just been. He couldn’t remember falling asleep or even closing his eyes for that matter, but really, he couldn’t remember much at all. There was a vague notion in the back of his mind, dwindling and nagging like a dream on the edge of forgetting.

The color of burning. The smell of decay. The pang of guilt, of loss. Mantis. Drax. Gamora.... Gamora!

He sat up with a sudden gasp, grass and dirt falling from the side his face. Panting anxiously, his eyes desperately strained to adjust while they darted around in his head like a jackrabbit. Slowly, surely, the world around him began to come into focus and for a moment, he couldn’t believe what he seemed to be seeing. Something he hadn’t seen since he was a kid - corn stalks, barely illuminated against the backdrop of night sky, reaching up all around him. They were not fully grown, five feet at most and just beginning to bud from what he could tell, swaying and rustling in the warm night air.

It was a far cry from where he had just been. In fact, it was Terra..... Earth. Or, at least, it seemed to be. But he couldn’t understand how he could’ve got there, without his ship, plopped into the middle of a field.

....You've just got to see me through another day

 My body's aching and my time is at hand

 I won't make it any other way

 I've seen fire and I've seen rain

 I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end

I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend...

The faint melody carried on the wind, sounding closer or farther with each passing breeze. Peter found himself humming every note. “But I always thought that I'd see you again....” But his Walkman was gone, and the Zune was somewhere back on the Benatar, wherever it was. Struggling a bit, he picked himself up off the ground and stood, his head lifted a good foot or more above the tops of the stalks.

He turned in place for a few moments, taking in his surroundings. The dancing sea of deep green against the inky midnight sky sprawled out in front of him as far as his eyes could see. But a couple hundred yards to his left sat a car. A real, terran car, just like.....

He took a quick step forward and froze, his heart pounding in his chest. It couldn’t be. But then Peter gradually found his feet carrying him through the field faster and faster, the corn leaves slapping against his body as he rushed past, the smell of the damp, humid soil filling his lungs with each breath. Suddenly, he broke from the edge of the field into a clearing and stopped dead. Just in front of him was the bumper of a rundown, old hatchback. And stretched out on the hood attached to that bumper lay a peaceful, lounging Meredith Quill. Her eyes were closed but the small smile playing on her delicate face insinuated that she wasn’t sleeping. Strawberry blonde ringlets of hair danced around her. She looked young and alive and..... healthy.

“There's just a few things coming my way this time around now....” she was softly singing to herself, completely unaware of his presence.

Peter could feel his whole body swelling with emotion, emotion that defied all logic and sent him reeling. Words were catching in his throat, as tears began to well in his eyes.

“M-mom?” he finally felt himself ask aloud.

Meredith’s eyes slowly opened, and with the same calm grace, she leaned up on her elbows to face him.

“Peter,” she breathed, sounding somewhere between relief and confusion. “Peter...... is it really you?”

His mouth was open and his lip was trembling, but all he could manage was a slight shake of his head. Blinking back the tears, he stammered, “Yeah..... I’m me. I’m Peter. Your son.”

The way his mom looked at him felt warm and understanding, yet equally full of question. She lifted a hand to reach out to him.

“Come here, baby,” she said, tinged with the honey sweetness of that slight southern drawl. “I can hardly see you.”

Peter stepped closer. He put out his hand and hovered just above hers, feeling a hitch in his breath. It was all too familiar. A stray tear found its way down his cheek. Meredith moved to curl her fingers around his, and suddenly Peter could breath again. Carefully, he enveloped her hand in his, feeling the full weight of all the years past in the way it dwarfed hers.

“Your hands are so rough,” she remarked, before her eyes flicked up to his face. She studied him for a long moment. “Look at you, Peter, you’ve gotten so big..... the big, strong man I always knew you would be.”

Peter breathed a little laugh, dropping his head to his chest. His mother sat up, reaching to cup his cheek with her other hand. Her soft fingers brushed across all the dirt and cuts and scars, raised slightly even under the stubble of his facial hair. Even in the night, she could tell how battle-worn he had been. A far cry from her little boy, but still reminiscent of the days he’d come home hiding a black eye.

“You been fighting those bullies again, baby? Out saving helpless little frogs who ain’t done nothin’?” she asked, a brilliant smile lighting up her face.

Peter tried to smile back. “Yeah..... you could say that. Only.... I think the bullies might’ve won this time, mom.”

His mother’s hand slowly slid down his chin, then gently dropped to his arm, trailing along it to grasp his hand with both of her own. “Come sit with me, Peter.”

With some awkward difficulty, he complied, struggling to scoot onto the hood of the car without scratching it with the element blasters on his thighs. Carefully adjusting, he lowered his back against the windshield until he was laying side by side with his mother. Just like they’d do when he was a kid. Only this time he was considerably larger than her. His hand rested open beside him, and she softly placed her hand upon it.

And for a long moment, they just laid there, staring up at the sky. Above them was sprawled the Milky Way, spattered with distant stars. He had forgotten how wide and open and endless the skies in Missouri appeared. But perhaps it was easy to forget when the galaxy was spread out before you on a daily basis, and you had traversed it end to end.

“Mom,” he finally said, breaking the silence. “I think I’m dead.”

The wind picked up around them, catching in his auburn hair, and on it came the earthen smell of rain. A smell he hadn’t quite experienced in such a way for a long time.

“No, Peter,” she said. “You’re home.”

The hush of the swaying corn stalks fell between them. On the horizon, mountains of cumulonimbus clouds, gargantuan and stunning in their beauty, sparkled with lightning. A distant roll of thunder came sweeping across the plains. It reminded him of the same energy that had lived inside himself. Though always a Missourian and a Terran at heart, he was destined among the stars.

Peter swallowed hard, but tears began to trail down his jaw.  

“This isn’t my home anymore.”

He looked over at his mother, afraid he had hurt her with his words. But she was just looking at him, silent, yet her eyes begging to know why.

Clearing his throat, Peter continued.

“I found a family, mom - not.... not that you aren’t my family, and not that we didn’t have one, but you were..... gone.... and I was taken. Against my will, at first, but Yondu, well.... he turned out to be the dad I never had. And my real dad - mom, you wouldn’t..... I can’t believe what he... well, he just wasn’t what you thought he was. He wasn’t what I thought he was, either.”

“You found your father? Where was he?” Meredith asked, her voice full of wonder.

“Actually, he found me,” he said, hesitating to find his next words. How could he ever admit to his impassioned mother that the love of her life had put a cancer in her brain, forced her suffer a slow and painful death, and tried to use her only child as a god battery to fuel his plan of galactic destruction and power? That the love of her life was a murderous, filicidal planet?

“Mom, you didn’t need him.... and I didn’t need him either. He wanted me to be a god like him, but... I just wanted to be like you. Besides, you were the strongest person I’ve ever known. You still are. Way stronger than he could ever be.”

Tears were welling up in Meredith’s eyes as she looked at her son.

“And I already had a dad, like I said. Yondu was tough on me, but he helped me survive this far, even if he threatened to eat me sometimes. And he was really cool, he had this arrow he could control just by whistling, which is about as neat as you can get. Oh, and he was blue. You woulda liked him, probably... eventually. When my Walkman broke, he gave me a Zune, and you wouldn’t believe how many songs that holds.”

She chuckled at Peter, always so enthusiastic and animated, just like she remembered.

“What happened to him?” she asked.

He glanced down at the stars reflecting in the car’s glossy paint.

“He saved my life.”

She smiled softly, stroking Peter’s hand with her thumb, feeling the pain of his loss but also gratitude for his sacrifice.

“Then he really must’ve been a good father. I’m grateful you had him, Peter.”

“Me too,” he said. “He wasn’t my only family, though. I have Rocket and Groot, Drax, Mantis, this crazy blue chick named Nebula who hates me but that’s okay, and then her sister...... Gamora.” His voice cracked.

Suddenly, he remembered hitting that ugly purple bastard in this head over and over and over and over, yelling at the top of his lungs....

“Gamora?” Meredith asked, noting her son’s blank stare and the way his voice had trailed off.

“I lost her....”

Another deep rumble of thunder rolled through the silence between them, he could feel it reverberate in the body of the car beneath him. He cursed himself and his foolishness under his breath. Suddenly, a drop of water landed on his nose. Then his cheek, and his hand, until the sky opened up above them and rain began to fall steadily. Among it all, Peter finally allowed himself to cry.

Meredith Quill, reclaiming all the years she had lost, wrapped her arms around her trembling son and pulled him into the crook of her neck. His cries were coming out in choked sobs and ragged gasps for air. She sang quietly into his ear, “Lord knows when the cold wind blows, it'll turn your head around.... well, there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come, sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground....”

She didn’t even need to ask to know how special this woman was to him. How deeply loved. And she hoped - no, she knew - he had been deeply loved back.

Gradually, Peter began to calm down to the sound of her voice. He wiped his cheeks with the palm of his hand, despite the rain slowly drenching them anyway.

“Then go find her, Peter,” his mother whispered.

He looked up at her with his reddened, moss-colored eyes like a scared child once more. He squared his jaw as he sat up to look at directly.

“I.... I don’t know how.”

She took another look over him, all dressed in leather with his gadgets and guns, just like when he would dress up like Indian Jones and run around in the woods fighting bad guys. Only.... a spacefaring Indiana Jones now. There was nothing in this galaxy he couldn’t find, she was sure of it.

Wrapping her arms tightly around him again, Meredith rested her head on his shoulder. He sank into her hug, holding her as close as he could manage.

“You found me again, didn’t you?” she said, fighting back her own tears. Peter squeezed his eyes shut.

“I love you, mom.”

“I love you too, my brave little Star-Lord....”

The rain stopped. The wind went still. The scent of burning filled the air.

Peter opened his eyes and looked down at his empty arms. There he sat once more on the planet of rubble, completely dry.

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I shouldn't be in love with you (Loki x reader)

Summary: Being an avenger meant standing for what's right but for once you give in to something that's totally wrong. Although its only wrong to everyone else. Part 1 You had joined the avengers for one reason and one reason only. It was expected of you. You had been a rogue hero for a while. Helping when you wanted and disappearing the next moment. Being able to teleport was a useful skill for both of those. Super strength added onto that made you a force to be reckoned with. Of course when they put the mixmatched superheroes together you were dragged alone with them. There was no way you could say no to SHIELD and get away with it. You didn't quite get along with a few of your team members. One Mr. Steve Rodgers disagreed with a lot of the things you did. You didn't play by his clean cut good and evil rules. That was why they were all worried about you meeting Loki. You hadn't joined the avengers the first time he was an issue. You had been so far underground that not even Nick Fury could find you, but you had resurfaced in Nevada. They dragged you in and now you were being sent to deal with the prince of Asgard, who'd been released from prison by some idiot named Peter Quill. Steve had argued against it saying that your 'grey morals' would make this more difficult. But then he'd been sent somewhere else and so had everyone else. Fury had sent you alone warning you that you better not mess up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stepping foot onto the concrete of the sidewalk, Loki attempted to blend in with the Midgardians around him. The golden glimmer didn't attract the attention of anyone but you. You'd seen it briefly in the corner of your eye struggling to find him in the crowd. You couldn't pick him out of the wave of people but you kept pushing through it. You couldn't teleport here, people would freak out and it would just be more of a pain. After looking and pushing for almost half an hour you were about to give up when you saw a man that looked like Loki entering a cafe across the street. You glanced around before teleporting over to the cafe as inconspicuously as possible. No one seemed to notice as you shoved open the door scanning the tables. You saw him sitting in the corner a cup in front of him. He was in what looked like designer jeans and a green button down shirt. Of course the prince of Asgard couldn't settle for less than that even in a disguise you thought to yourself as your boots hit the tile floor. He didn't look up as you sat down keeping his eyes on his latte. You studied his face surprised for a moment that he was this beautiful. You'd seen pictures and videos but face to face his high cheekbones and pale skin made his seem angelic. The dark slicked back hair seemed to contradict that in the best way and as he finally glanced up he gave you the most devilish smirk you'd ever seen. Despite that you were lost in his blue eyes. They seemed to be clouded and clear all at the same time. "I'm assuming they sent you." He said venom breaking through at the word they. "They did. I gotta tell you I didn't I'd ever to get to meet you." You smirked back at him putting your arms on the table and leaning forward. "You're new. Funny they'd send you." He mused taking a sip of his latte. "Well everyone else was busy. You know how it is. Push the meticulous stuff onto the newbie." You retorted waving down a waitress. He snorted a little his grace and composure cracking for just a moment before returning. You ordered yourself a (fave beverage) before turning back to him. He hadn't taken his eyes off you and as you made eye contact you couldn't deny that he looked like a predator but for some reason his stare made your heart speed up. He raised an eyebrow at you as if he could tell before setting his drink down. "So...." he trailed off not knowing your name. "(Y/n)." You finished for him taking your now ready drink from the waitress with a smile. "(y/n) why are you, involved with them. I can tell you're not like them. There's something in you, that's not quite so.... good." He contemplated as if you weren't there. "Can't really say no to Captain America. You should know that by now... and I'd like to say I'm not good or bad. I do what's good for me." You replied sipping your drink and watching him. Normally with the avengers they would run in guns blazing and take him down like a rabid animal. He wasn't rabid though. He was graceful and controlled with just enough hiding behind that to make his both dangerous and thrilling. The two of you sat in silence for a moment sipping your drinks and studying each other. To anyone else it would look like a comfortable meeting between friends. "Why haven't you taken me in yet?" He asked with a roll of his eyes as if to doubt the ability or use of that. "I don't see a reason to. You're not doing anything other than drinking coffee." You shrugged smiling softly at him. He seemed taken back by your smile but he gave you a grin in return. You glanced around the cafe before looking back at him. You caught him watching you his eyes softer than before and his guard lowered. He looked younger and you imagined this must be what he looked like when he was still the younger prince of Asgard. You couldn't fight the smile that crossed your lips as you imagined a younger him fighting with Thor. You snapped back to reality when he touched your hand. It was like a shock of ice but at the same time your heart thumped in your chest again. "You know... you'd be better off without them. Most Midgardians are weak, useless. But you... there's something so much... more, in you." He spoke his eyes locked onto yours. You shivered a little st his words and his firm eye contact. It seemed like his eyes could read into your soul. You wouldn't put it past him. It was then you realized he hadn't let go of your hand. He didn't move to let go of it either as you stared in silence. "You don't even know what I am." Was all you could say as his steady gaze made your brain go foggy, his eyes were just so piercing. "And you don't know what I am." He retorted his voice teasing. "Why are you back? I know you're free on Asgard so why come here?" You asked him changing the subject. He let go of your hand to run his own through his hair. He sighed softly looking down his nose at you. You couldn't deny that he looked the part of a prince. He even sat with an air of regality. "I can't live freely on Asgard. I'm not a prince I'm a monster there. At least here on this foul planet, I can live with respect. I can blend in until I'm redeemed." He explained his voice low and full of contempt. You contemplated his words for a moment before letting your impulse take over. You drank the last of your drink putting down the cash for both of your drinks and a tip on the table. You stood looking at him for a moment. "Come on. You wanna live here I'm gonna help. Forget the avengers forget Asgard." You spoke offering a hand to him. He stared up at you his brows furrowed as he debated whether or not to trust you. As you gave him a small smile it seemed to make up his mind. He stood brushing your hand off but going with you. The two of you made your way out of the cafe and he hesitated as you walked around the back of the building. "Come on. I can't just use my powers out in the open the streets are packed." You kept walking calling out behind you. "If this is some trick to get me to go with you back to prison, I will turn you into a frog." He threatened but followed you. "I'm not turning you in. From now on we're both fugitives," You said grabbing his hand, "hold your breath." His eyes widened but he did what you said. You teleported, Loki in tow. In a millisecond you were standing outside an inconspicuous house in a bland suburb. You let go of his hand as he caught his breath. You gave him an apologetic smile as he put his hand on his chest to still the heart pounding and the nausea. "Sorry about that. It takes a bit to get used to it. But here we are. This is my go to safe house. We can stay here. No one but me knows I have it. Not even the avengers." You smiled at your little house and the peace it held. He said nothing and you were honestly a little nervous. You didn't know if it really was a good idea to bring him here. This was the only place you could just be, no fights no worries. He might not handle this, he might not appreciate it but as you turned to look at him your worries faded away. He was smiling at the house with what looked like comfortable contentment. "Come on." You urged unlocking the door. He followed you in his eyes taking in everything. You made your way into the kitchen checking the food supply. You'd need to go to the store. Loki would need clothes too. You looked back at him seeing his confused expression at almost everything that wasn't a chair or couch. It was almost childlike. "What is that?" He asked touching the tv. "A tv. Watch shows and movies and stuff it's great. I'll show you everything later but we need to go shopping first." You grabbed a purse hidden under the table that had money, fake ID, and keys. "Why don't you get a servant to do that?" He asked raising an eyebrow. "I don't have a servant Loki." You rolled your eyes with a small laugh. "Then maybe you should go shopping for one of those." He suggested. "I can't afford a servant. Some of us aren't royalty." You glanced over your shoulder at him. He was silent at that looking over at you. You walked past him opening the door. He stood still watching you. You motioned for him to follow you and he shifted into gear. You grabbed his hand again teleporting behind the store. He was more prepared this time and he didn't lose his grace as he regained his composure.

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