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steinfellds · 2 years
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Little Witch
Pairing: Wanda x Child!Reader
Summary: Wanda's always felt like a monster because of her magic, but when you show interest in it she doesn't feel like one anymore.
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Wanda had only been an Avenger for a little over a year. After Ultron and Pietro were killed she didn't have anybody to go to and ended up staying with the Avengers.
She had spent most of her days grieving over the loss of her brother and the other days feeling like a complete monster because of her powers.
On a recent mission, she accidentally killed some people because of her powers. She wanted to swear right then and there that she would never use her powers again but hadn't because Natasha convinced her not to.
She honestly felt lucky that the Avengers hadn't kicked her out after her killings.
Everything in her life just seemed to be falling apart and it was causing her mental health to drop quickly and largely.
One of the ways to make her mental health a bit better was by cooking.
Wanda hummed softly to herself while she cooked. She was alone in the compound and felt at peace for the first time in months.
Wanda was searching through the fridge for ingredients while her magic stirred a bowl of macaroni and cheese by using a spoon for her.
Wanda would occasionally use her magic when she was completely alone because she believed she couldn't put anybody else at risk when she used them.
"Put your hands up right where I can see them!"
Wanda let out a small scream, subconsciously raising her hands to use her magic. Her magic she was using to stir the food stopped immediately.
"Hey! I said hands up like they do in the TV shows I watch" You frowned angrily, crossing your arms in front of you.
Wanda sighed in relief. It was just a kid.
Wait...Who's kid??
"Who are you?"
You grinned, raising your fake gun - that Wanda just noticed you were holding - higher in front of you.
"I'm officer Y/n and I'm gonna arrest you!"
Wanda raised an eyebrow at you, "How about you tell me who your parents are and I'll let you arrest me without a fight?" Wanda had a playful tone in her voice which made you smile.
"My daddy is the Hawkeye so you better listen to me, old lady." You pursed your lips together and closed one eye as you pretended to get ready to shoot Wanda.
Ah, so a Barton.
Wanda gasped dramatically, "Old lady?! I'm not that old."
You giggled in an evil way and stepped closer to Wanda.
"Can you show me how you made the spoon spin?" You spun your pointer finger around in the air, the idea of arresting her completely forgotten.
Wanda froze for a second. She thought you didn't see her using her magic. You didn't mention it but you were pretty dead set on arresting her at first so that probably distracted you.
After a couple of seconds of Wanda not answering, you ask her again.
"Uhh, I don't know, sweetheart. It's dangerous." Wanda spoke softly.
She didn't trust herself with her magic around grown adults, why would she trust herself around a little kid?
You poked your lip out and pouted, "Please? I promise I won't tell anybody. Not even my stuffed teddy named Bob!"
Wanda thought for a moment. A little magic couldn't hurt, right? No, she wouldn't put you at risk.
You immediately caught onto Wanda's hesitation. You didn't want to make her uncomfortable by pushing her but you really wanted to see how she had done it.
"For a couple of seconds?" You pleaded, bringing your hands together in a dramatic way.
Wanda bit her lip. You were one of the first people to show interest in her magic without being scared and it made her want to show you.
Just a couple of seconds
Wanda held her hand out in front of you, red wisps surrounded her fingertips. She balanced the magic carefully, terrified everything might go wrong and you'd end up getting hurt.
Your eyes lit up in amazement, "Woah...That's so cool!" You jumped up and down in excitement.
A massive smile spread across Wanda's face.
"What else can you do?"
"I can levitate things."
"Can you levitate me?" You asked, knowing the answer was going to probably be a no.
"How about we just levitate objects instead?" Wanda offered with an apologetic smile.
You nodded. Sure, it wasn't as cool as being levitated but it was still pretty cool.
The second Wanda was about to levitate the cup that sat behind you, Clint walked in with an angry look on his face.
"Y/n Barton, your mother was five seconds away from killing me because I lost you!"
You glanced over at Wanda with a mischievous grin on your face. She sent you a playful disappointed look on her face.
"I was busy being a cop, daddy." You huffed out, walking over to Clint when he held his hand out for you to take.
Clint turned to look at Wanda, "I'm sorry if Y/n was bothering you. I told her to wait with Laura while I grabbed some stuff."
Wanda shook her head with a laugh, "No, she didn't bother me. She was very sweet."
You smiled up at your dad, ready to let out a sarcastic response about Wanda calling you sweet but was cut off with a quick squeeze to the hand.
"You are still in trouble for walking around by yourself."
You sighed and quickly waved Wanda goodbye. "Bye bye! Thanks for showing me,"
Wanda let out a short breath after you left. She felt happy. A child wasn't scared of her and it made her feel less like a monster. It made her feel more comfortable about being herself and it was relieving.
You probably didn't know, but you had made Wanda's entire week by talking to her.
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scarletwidowqueen · 1 year
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Why ship Wandanat
There was a missing scene in the civil war movie that was later put inside a comic, where Natasha is the first person to comfort Wanda after what happened. And to be honest, a lot of it has to deal with their familiar past. Lives full of pain and suffering that lead them to either be taken from their homes or to lose everything, to being forced or tricked into work for the villains. The decision to turn to the side of good. Russian and Sokovia backgrounds. There are so many similarities to their past making people like me, believe they would be happy together due to the mutual understanding they would have with one another. That they aren’t the monster they were created to be.
Natasha, for example,  cares a great deal about being trusted by others, as well as feeling like she is not a monster. Also, I feel that Natasha has a thing for people with power, someone that can outsmart her. Put her in place when needed. But would never hurt her and instead use that power to save others. Look at her and Bruce's first scene together in avengers. She was impressed that he could out smarter her into revealing they weren’t alone. Natasha was never played like that before. Like many others, I don’t think Natasha and Bruce work as a couple, but I do agree that Bruce's character trait of being the strongest person in the world but refusing to hurt anyone. Is something Natasha would find greatly attractive.
Wanda is that one person Natasha knows she can always trust, the one person she knows deep down she could never lie to. Because She would never need to. Because Wanda understands what it likes. That Natasha can finally trust someone knowing everything about her past because she shares the same one. Things not even Shield knew of or even Clint the man who saves her knows.
As for Wanda, I think these dynamics work much better. Wanda is an observant person, look as she read Tony as a person and instantly knew that his paranoia destroyed would the avengers (Ultron). She was smart enough to know Destroying the avengers would take time, patience, and precision. She can read people like a book meaning she can read Natasha better than anyone else. And now she can read your mind. Also, Natasha know Wanda can tear robot to dust, she has the power to do that to anyone in her way. but chooses to use that power to protect people. A personality trait I explain Natasha finds attractive but deeper than that is Wanda is the one person that would understand Natasha on a personal level with their shared background. Wanda let hydra experiment on her so she could get revenge on Iron Man and protect her country from war. But Wanda has the heart to let go of that hatred to save people and become a Hero.
I personally don’t buy Wanda and Vision have absolutely nothing in common. Vision was only created what three years ago. What similar life experiences would he possibly have to related to Wanda on a deeper level. Wanda spend two day trap under rubble with Nuke. And Vision…. Has the mind stone that connect them on a deeper level doesn’t work. Just because both there power come from the mind stone doesn’t justify building a relationship over.
Compare these to Natasha would went through a brutal and inhumane training program to break her into a mindless Killing Machine. Wanda and Natasha have so much to bond over it crazy the MCU never explored a relationship between the two of them.
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itshouldvebeenme30 · 2 years
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The Reaper's Keeper
CHAPTER 8 - THE BATTLE OF SOKOVIA
Chapter Summary: Following the events in Age of Ultron
Pairings: Avengers x Fem!Reader, Natasha x Fem!Reader, Wanda x Fem!Reader
Warnings: violence
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"I want to help." You look at Natasha expectantly as she came to observe Dr. Cho check your vitals. Hearing the gist of what happened, you can't help but feel responsible for the events that occurred. 
"Please, let me come with you." You heard them earlier that they found where Ultron is and they're planning to come after him.
"No. You have to stay here with Dr. Cho for recovery. You've been through a lot. We can't risk-" Before she could finish, you intercepted her.
"Risk hurting you. Or anyone for that matter." You look down in guilt and shame.
"That's not what I-" she sighed. "Look, we can't risk losing you again. Especially this time." Natasha came closer to your side and tries to put a comforting hand on your shoulder but you flinched.
"Natasha, I know how much more dangerous I've become. The Hydra..." You took a deep breath. "I'm starting to remember. All of it. It's a reminder of what I'm only capable of." You take in her reaction but you can't decipher the look on her face.
"I'm only just a weapon. Or worse, a killing machine." With teary eyes, you look back at Natasha. "So please, just this once. Let me help." You pleaded but Natasha could only shake her head at you.
 "I'm sorry. I can't let you come with us..." You look away at her to blink the tears away. "But..." She gently took your chin to face her. "You can help by staying here. I'll let Hill fill you in on everything and let you assist her with whatever."
"Really?" You hesitantly ask in a small voice. She just gently wiped your stray tears away.
"Of course, do you trust me? Because I trust you." Surprised by her sentiment, you returned her smile and nodded in agreement. 
"Good, so stay here while we're out there. We'll be back sooner than you think." She kissed the side of your head before bidding her goodbye. 
You can only wish and hope that they return safely.
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That sooner never came. 
You were just informed by Director Hill that they're in hiding because of what Ultron did. You can never fault the team for that, so you just waited patiently for their return.
They let you wander for a bit inside as long as you get back to your room after. While mindlessly walking around, you noticed a presence on the other side of Dr. Cho's lab. You were confused because there was no one else on that side of the room aside from you and Dr. Cho, and she was at her desk working.
"What is it, Y/N? Is there something wrong? Are you okay?" She noticed you staring warily at the door.
You shake your head at her. "I- uhh, what's in there?" You point at the room and slowly moved closer. 
"Oh, there's nothing really there. Do you wanna check?" You nod at her as you felt a gentle tug when you moved closer. "If that's okay with you, please." She just smiled at you as she punched something on her keyboard to give you access.
You walked through the door and immediately, your senses heightened as a figure in the corner emerged. 
"Wanda?" You breathed out. The figure turns out to be Wanda, one of your companions when you were being held captive at the Hydra base. 
She rushes to you and gives you a bone-crushing hug. You return it immediately. If it wasn't for your enhanced strength, you would both be on the floor at the impact. But Wanda already knows your abilities, so she's got nothing to worry about.
"You're okay..." She sighed beside your ear. Detaching herself from you, green-eyes immediately found yours. 
"What are you...? How? Where's Pietro?" With you being a good few inches taller than her, she found herself being towered over by you.
"He's fine, dorogoy. He's at the camp, waiting for us. We're here to get you out of here." As much as you're ecstatic to see Wanda, you don't wanna go back to the Hydra.
"Wanda, I- I don't want to go back to Strucker. The Avengers..." You took a step back from your close proximity to give her your full attention. Her eyes are as beautiful as you remember, but with dark circles adorning them.
"Are enemies. Strucker is dead, Scythe. We're fighting under a new... authority." You knit your brows together, confused at the new profound information.
"My name is Y/N..." The name that the Hydra gave you makes your blood boil. "And the Avengers are not my enemies, Wanda." You see her face morph into an angry one. You try to reach out to her but you can't help but hurt when she flinched away from you.
"They have been in your head. They're manipulating you, Scythe." She angrily spat out. "But don't worry, we will return us home." She's been implying that she's not alone here, but no one could be seen. Before you could ask her, the door behind you hissed. Instinctively, you hid Wanda behind you.
"As much as it's wholesome to see you reunited, I believe we have far more important things to do." A robotic creature revealed himself. You watch it stride confidently in the room with other creatures like it but smaller, and Dr. Cho is behind them. You noticed a red mist clouding the eyes of Dr. Cho.
"Ultron?" You were just guessing, but sensing his arrogance, you knew you were right. 
"Ah, it's nice to meet the ruthless Scythe I've been hearing a lot." You can't attack it without the possibility of Wanda and Dr. Cho getting hurt. 
"Wanda, we have to-" Red mist surrounded you and you find yourself unable to move. Wanda from behind circled around to face you, red tendrils of magic emitting from her hands.
"What are you doing, Wanda?! Let me go!" You struggled in the constraints, but it was futile. You could only squirm as Wanda held you in your place, her face apologetic.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N... This is the only way." As soon as she said that, you heard a succession of Russian words from her mouth that you were all too familiar with.
"No, no, no! Please stop!" You protested, but it never stopped. 
You find yourself waking up as Scythe.
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Finding the real motive of that mad robot, Wanda ordered you to get you both out of there as soon as possible. She felt herself getting sick as she remembers Ultron's plan of extinction.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N... I didn't know..." At this point, she's sobbing uncontrollably. But your cold eyes only met hers as you were still not under control of yourself. She wants to undo what she did to you, but she's afraid that you'll leave her for it. She decides she'll hold on to you as Scythe for the time being.
"Let's get back to Pietro first." 
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The Avengers, minus Natasha, were surprised when the twins joined their side. And finding you alongside with them, but as Scythe. 
When you all go to get ready after the Vision has been born, Wanda heeds the Avengers' request to release you. She dragged you into a room and gently took your face to look directly in your eyes.
"Please forgive me. I didn't mean for this to happen. Don't leave me..." She whispered regretfully. Finally, a red mist clouded your mind, releasing you, and you found yourself staring at Wanda, who was crying.
"I would never..." You wiped her tears and hugged her. Kissing the top of her head, you nudged her to continue getting ready.
At your peripheral vision, you noticed your old things back in the lab with the doctor. The suit, mask, and your favorite daggers are tucked in the corner.
You felt the urge to touch them, and you did. Deciding that you want to put it to good use, you start getting dressed as the Reaper once again. You tucked the mask inside your coat and your daggers behind before joining the group.
You took Wanda's hand and gripped it gently, assuring her that you'd be by her side no matter what. She returned the gesture and gave you a smile that never failed to make your stomach feel things that you don't understand. 
As you settled inside the quinjet, you all listened to the Captain's instructions. Finding out that Natasha has been taken away, you can't help but frown in worry.
"She'll be okay, kid. She's the toughest among the group." Clint surprisingly assured you as he noticed your troubled expression at the mention of Natasha's situation.
You could only huff and look away, missing the concerned and slightly jealous look from Wanda. Sensing his twin, Pietro calms his sister by rubbing her shoulder lightly.
The quinjet landed in Sokovia in no time. You put on the mask and followed your teammates. You were assigned to look for Natasha, and they didn't have to tell you twice as you used your enhanced speed to get to her immediately as soon as you landed.
"Natasha!" 
"Y/n?" Hope and worry interlaced in her voice when she heard yours. How come you're in the enemy's lair? Natasha did not expect you dressed as the Reaper when you popped in front of the cell.
"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be staying at the compound." You removed your mask to properly examine Natasha for any injuries. You only let out a sigh of relief when there's none.
"It was also compromised. Please step back." Natasha looked at you confusedly when you don't have any weapons in your hands.
"I don't suppose you found a key lying around somewhere."
"There's no need for that." Using your brute strength, you punched the keyhole and pried the gate open. 
"Sometimes I forgot you're basically stronger than anyone." She looked at you proudly and with astonishment. You could only smile shyly at her.
"So what's the plan?"
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You never imagined yourself fighting alongside superheroes, but here you are. You all grunted when Thor challenged the enemies, and they started popping everywhere.
"You had to ask." 
You fought the robots coming on your way with daggers in both hands, coordinated with your enhanced speed and strength, these robots didn't stand a chance against you. 
You checked in on Natasha, then on Wanda, and both of them were handling themselves pretty well. There's no need to worry except for the civilians. After assuring Wanda that you'd get back to her since she's left to protect the core, you joined Pietro and others in getting the civilians to safety. You know she's more than capable of handling it.
Ultron has taken control of the jet and is firing its weapon haphazardly. When you settled a civilian to the boat, you saw Clint getting off to run for a young boy. That's when you noticed Ultron firing in the direction of Clint, and as if in slow motion, you saw Pietro run towards them.
"Pietro!"
A swarm of robots came in your way as you try to reach them on time. Feeling the familiar surge of energy, it bursts from you, dismantling those robots around. You put up a barrier around them just in time, but not fast enough for some bullets to go through.
"You didn't see that coming?" You heard Pietro say it when you were close enough. The energy and barrier had taken a toll on you, rendering you weak on your knees.
From the distance, you heard a painful howl of agony.
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nobodyfamousposts · 2 years
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Same anon again but I also feel like your being a bit to harsh on the character mostly during the scenes with Bucky as while he was in the wrong he was not thinking straight due to finding out he just killed his parents and found out that steve knew and never told him. Also the Hawkeye family thing I can’t find anything on and it was from my understanding that they already knew about that as shield knew about it.
I'm sorry, but given how little consequences Tony actually faces for anything he does in canon, anything I could say about the guy would hardly be harsh.
Respectfully, "not thinking straight" does not justify attempted murder. And it really doesn't help that Tony has canonically done quite a number of severely harmful things over several movies with the excuse of "not thinking straight". Like when he started firing laser blasts in a room full of people in Iron Man 2. Calling an enemy to attack his home. Creating a murderbot that destroyed a country and tried to destroy the world. Shooting Falcon at close range. There is a reason Shield determined Tony was not appropriate for the Avengers.
Yes, I will grant that Tony just found out that Bucky was the one who killed his parents, but 1) while the grieving process is different for everyone, two decades should be long enough to not go into a murderous rage over it and 2) behind the scenes commentary revealed that Tony's true intent at that time wasn't to avenge his parents but to hurt Steve. Commentary also revealed that Steve didn't actually know Bucky was the one who pulled the trigger, and that he couldn't have told Tony because he was hiding that bit of knowledge from himself. To be fair, if we're going to blast Steve for not telling Tony regardless of what he didn't actually know, we should also consider that Tony should have had the same access to all the Hydra info that was dumped and could have at any point learned about his parents had he looked.
As for the bit with Hawkeye, in Age of Ultron, Clint revealed his family to the Avengers. It was noted that Nick Fury helped keep them a secret for Clint in order to protect them. Clint mentions this in AoU, and it's noted that he’s risking his wife and kids by letting the team regroup on their farm and letting them know his secret.
Per the Wiki: When Clint Barton was recruited into S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury made sure his family's existence would be kept secret, setting up the farmhouse as a secure, isolated place where they could live in safety, located in Iowa. Its inhabitants include Barton, his wife Laura, and his two children, Cooper and Lila. The only other person to know of this arrangement was Barton's partner and best friend, Natasha Romanoff.[2]
This means that by all counts, Clint's family was an unknown to Ross. At least, until Tony used that secret and Clint's trust against him to hurt him in the pettiest way.
In the Raft scene, when Clint comments on Tony being a backstabber, Tony responds by....promptly backstabbing Clint and openly revealing the previously hidden existence of Clint's family when he knew FULL WELL they would be overheard. And we know he did so with this knowledge, because when he spoke with Sam, he used his little device to knock out anything that could be listening so he could secretly get info on Steve. This shows he COULD have done the same for Clint and simply chose not to.
So essentially, he revealed Clint's family and a secret that Clint shared with him out of trust....because he was feeling petty petty that Clint made a snarky comment. And it's a comment that clearly had consequences, since we know from the follow up Antman and Wasp movie that Scott and Clint are both on house arrest.
It's the reason we see in the scene that Clint becomes furious with Tony after his comment. He wasn't mad at Tony's jab at him over his family. He was furious that Tony revealed a secret he shared with him out of necessity. One that Tony found out about in the first place because he created a murderbot that the entire team had to go into hiding from and Clint's home was the only safe place they had.
It kind of goes to show what happens when you do Tony Stark any favors.
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babyjakes · 2 years
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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.
characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)
warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). action and fight scenes with violence and killing. mature themes related to and semi-graphic depictions of the aftermath of child abuse/neglect (emaciation, wounds, scarring, etc). mentions/descriptions of past CSA and CSM. medical abuse and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.somewhat evil!Tony Stark (eventually).
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[Steve]
“Here you go, Girl. This is a smoothie, just like the ‘juice’ Bruce makes for you. I don’t know how good it’ll be, but it’s worth a try,” I say to the small child sitting in front of the television, bending down to offer her the prepackaged bottle. It’s much later in the afternoon now, though the lack of windows in the safe house makes that impossible to tell just by sight. As time has passed, we’ve all started to grow hungry. Wanda and I have fixed sandwiches from the limited contents of the fridge. Unfortunately, the store-bought fruit drink was all we could find for Girl.
The child accepts the bottle gratefully and takes a sip, a small smile forming on her lips before she looks back up. Somehow, we managed to find Paw Patrol while surfing through the stations.
Walking back over to the table in the kitchenette, I turn my attention to Wanda who’s now sitting silently in a chair, taking the first bite of her sandwich. I grab my plate from the counter and join her, wishing there was some way to order a pizza to be delivered down here.
“Steve,” Wanda says, breaking my train of thought. Looking over at my friend, she raises an eyebrow. Leaning in, she then continues quietly, “What are you going to do about her hair?”
Following her gaze over to where Girl is sitting before the TV, I sigh. “I don’t know,” I admit honestly. “I washed it as well as I could when she was in the bath, but there are still knots at the ends that I just can’t get out. Not even the conditioner could do it.”
“It’s awfully long,” Wanda points out. “Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to cut it.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” I agree, “although, I can’t say I should be trusted to do the job myself.”
Wanda laughs, taking another bite of her sandwich. “I can do it,” she offers. “I’ve been cutting my own hair for most of my life. Hydra didn’t exactly bring me to a salon when I asked them to,” she jokes with a wink. The thought never crossed my mind that Wanda might be able to do it, but now that she’s said so, it’s honestly an offer I don’t think I could pass up. “I bet we could find scissors and a comb somewhere around here. Tony said the place was completely stocked for extended isolation.”
“That would be great,” I nod, relieved. Wanda nods at me with a smile, and we continue eating in silence, the only noise being the soft voices coming from the TV.
When Wanda finishes just as I’m taking my last bite, she stands and takes both of our plates to the sink. Surprisingly, this place even has a dishwasher. Stark must’ve been right about the whole long-term stay deal. Wiping my mouth with my sleeve, I rise to my feet, making my way over to Girl who’s still sitting on the floor in front of the television. Her eyes stay fixed on the screen as I carefully bend down and take a seat next to her, not wanting to startle her. Looking at the bottle in her hand, I see that it’s about half empty.
“What’s going on in Paw Patrol?” I ask her.
The quiet girl turns to look at me, then refocuses back on the screen. She reaches up her little hand and points with one finger at one of the figures. “P-puppies on there,” she says simply.
“Puppies, that’s right,” I praise. From the other side of the room, I can hear Wanda opening and closing drawers and cupboards, rummaging through them to look for the supplies. “How’s the juice?”
Girl looks down at the bottle and her eyebrows furrow. “Bruce makes it better,” she tells me. I chuckle at her response, and she smiles shyly.
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Hopefully, we’ll be able to go back to the tower soon and he can whip you up something better.”
“Okay, I found a comb and some decent craft scissors,” Wanda calls out. Reaching my arm up, I switch off the television as the older girl walks over to stand beside us. She holds out the objects innocently, but as soon as Girl turns and sees them, the child jumps back, her eyes instantly doubling in size. “Oh, it’s okay, my dear,” Wanda immediately soothes, kneeling down with a softened expression. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Girl’s eyes stay locked on the contents of her hands, and suddenly it clicks in my brain. It must be the scissors, the blade. “Hey, it’s alright, Girl. Wanda was just going to help you with your hair. Not scary,” I reassure her.
At my words, the little girl reaches up and places her hands over her head, shaking in fear. “Please don’t pull it out, please don’t, please.”
“Of course I won’t,” Wanda promises gently. “I just want to help you get the knots out. Your hair is awfully long; if you let it grow for much longer you might start tripping on it,” she jokes. Girl seems to relax a little bit at this, her posture softening slightly as her hands slowly make their way back down to her sides.
“Wanda’s hair is pretty, isn’t it?” I comment. Girl nods, eyeing the woman’s wavy locks longingly. “She does it herself. She can make your hair look really nice, too, if you let her.”
After thinking it over for several moments, Girl finally nods in agreement, scooting an inch closer to us. Wanda smiles kindly at her. “I promise I’ll be really gentle,” she says, “and I bet Steve will let you sit in his lap, too.” The little girl looks over at me shyly, and I give her a nod.
“Com'ere sweetheart,” I encourage warmly, opening my arms up for the hesitant child. Sheepishly, she inches her way over before placing herself delicately down on my lap. I turn her gently by her shoulders so that she’s sitting sideways, giving Wanda better access to the back of her head. The older girl scoots in closer and sits cross-legged behind the little one, setting the scissors down beside her and wielding the black comb.
As she begins to carefully run the teeth of it over Girl’s long brown mess, the child cowers slightly, whining in fear. “You’re okay, pumpkin,” I murmur, rubbing her back soothingly.
“I don’t know how much good I can do trying to sort out the knots,” Wanda admits. “I think the best I can do is just to start cutting.”
“I believe in you,” I tell her with a smile, earning a smile back from my friend as I add, “anything you come up with will be a million times better than what I could manage.”
Wanda separates the hair into a few sections before carefully beginning to snip. Clumps of hair fall away at a time, alarming me by just how much hair the girl had attached to her head. Girl sits obediently, clearly nervous about what’s going on behind her but too shy to say anything about it. Wanda works diligently, and soon after a few more big chunks are removed, she’s able to start using the comb, working to even out the length of the remaining hair. Before I know it, she’s set both of the tools down on the floor. “Done,” she declares.
Girl’s hair now falls perfectly to meet her shoulders, the ends forming into loose waves that frame her face. Warily, the child looks up at me. “Hey, that looks great,” I say with a smile, amazed at how Wanda was able to work her magic so quickly and thoroughly.
“It helped that her hair’s got some curl to it,” Wanda explains, gathering the bits of hair off the floor. “Straight hair would’ve been much less forgiving to cut.”
“Do you wanna see?” I ask the kid carefully, earning a nod. Scooping her up into my arms, I walk over to the connected bathroom, opening the door and turning on the light. I hold up Girl in front of the mirror, and she stares at her reflection, her eyes widening.
“Woah,” she says, her mouth remaining open as she reaches out a hand and touches her face on the glass, the sight of the child appearing so in awe as she gets to see the simple change in her appearance nothing short of precious.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” I ask with a soft smile. Girl nods in response. Before I can say anything more about the wonderful cut, there’s a startling buzz in my ear, catching me off guard. Gently lowering the little girl to the ground again, I usher her back out, shutting off the light as we exit and closing the door behind us. Wanda’s on the other side of the room, throwing the hair in the trashcan. She turns to me, a puzzled look on her face. “Wanda?” I ask. “Did you hear-”
There’s another buzz, followed by a voice. “Cap, Wanda, they’re coming,” it pants through scratching and crashing noises. Wanda’s eyes dart over to me, alarmed.
“Was that Tony?” I ask worriedly.
“I think so,” she says, tapping onto the connected wire. “What do you mean, they’re coming?” she responds to the voice.
“Huber’s escape was organized. He’s not working alone. We’ve got him secured, but your location’s been compromised. We can’t make it to you before they do,” Nat buzzes in. “There’s three of them.”
“Shit,” I curse under my breath, grabbing my shield from its spot leaning up against the sofa.
“How much time do we have?” Wanda asks frantically.
Before we can get a response, a loud crashing sound is heard from above. Instantly, I turn to Girl, her eyes wide in fear; she can clearly sense the danger. “Okay- Girl, sweetheart, I need you to listen to me, okay? I need you to-” another loud crash interrupts me, this time noticeably much closer than the last. I look around in a panic, not sure what to do. The bathroom would be much too obvious a place to hide the kid. Then, my eyes land on the bed. Reaching forward, I grab a dark brown toss blanket from on top of the comforter, handing it to Girl. “I need you to hide under the bed, okay? Crawl under there and cover yourself completely,” I instruct her. The poor thing flinches but obeys quickly, wrapping herself up and lowering herself to the ground, disappearing under the bed. “And be quiet, okay? Don’t make a sound. They won’t know you’re here,” I tell her. The bed’s low enough so that she won’t be easily visible, and as long as she’s quiet, maybe we can pretend like she’s being hidden somewhere else.
Wanda grabs the children’s book and shoves it between the couch cushions, erasing all evidence that a child would be here. It’s just in time, too, because as soon as it’s out of sight, the door is busted in. Three men stand before us in the doorway, all dressed in black. Masks cover their faces, making them unidentifiable, though their jackets each wield the infamous red and black patch of Hydra. The one in front is the obvious leader, taller than the others and armed with a large gun. The two behind him each carry small handguns instead, their fingers already secured on the triggers. Bracing my shield on my arm, I stand tall as Wanda stares the men down, her eyes and hands beginning to glow crimson.
“Where is the girl,” the man in front demands, his voice laced with a thick accent that I can’t quite identify.
“Not here,” I reply firmly.
The man scoffs. “Then what are you two doing here, if not protecting her?” he snarls.
“I don’t know, I guess I like to avoid you monsters whenever possible,” Wanda seethes, the red glow around her growing stronger.
“If you give us the girl, we won’t kill you,” one of the others offers from behind the first man.
“Yeah, or- I have a better idea,” I spit back. “We just kill the three of you instead.” And with that, they charge forward, and the room is thrown into chaos. Their guns begin firing off rapidly and I quickly hold up my shield, Wanda making her own in a split second out of her glowing force. As the bullets continue to fly, I begin inching my way towards the men, the sheer impact of the shots coming at me making it hard to move at all. The bullets are hitting everywhere; they don’t seem to be aiming anywhere in particular. No noise comes from under the bed, though, so I know at least that Girl’s not being hit.
Wanda’s able to shoot red beams at them with one hand, and I begin painfully making my way close enough to them to kick one of their guns out of their hands. The man yells something at me and throws himself towards me, but I’m able to dodge and kick again, this time slamming him over against the wall.
Soon, the sound of the bullets cuts in half as Wanda’s able to disarm another one of them, knocking him completely to the ground. The man I’m tangled up with grabs me by the leg and I’m caught off guard, unfortunately making my way to the floor beside him. He tries to press me onto my back, but he’s simply not strong enough.
The remaining bullets cease and another body slumps down beside me as I overpower my opponent, pinning him to the ground as I sit on top of him, blood trailing down the side of his head. Anger rages within me as I look at the face of a man working with the cruel agency that destroyed Girl’s life. “How dare you,” I growl. My job in this moment is to finish him off swiftly, but something within me wants him to say something, wants him to explain himself for what he and his people have done. The man looks up at me with an empty expression on his face, which only infuriates me more. “I said, how DARE YOU?!” I repeat, my voice booming against the walls of the safe house.
“Steve,” Wanda interjects from several feet away, her voice sad and broken, but warning me. And right now, I don’t want to hear it.
“Say something, goddammit! Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?!” I shout, slamming a hand down over the man’s throat. His eyes lock with mine, the brown in them somehow seeming to glow red. Slowly, a smile spreads across his face, as if he can see right through me; as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking and feeling.
“Hail-” he coughs as my grip tightens around his throat. “-Hydra.”
Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. My fist collides with the man’s face over and over again, pounding in the bones of his cheeks and skull until they crack and crumble. But I just keep pounding. Blood spurts against my fist. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. They hurt Girl. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. My sweet, innocent Girl. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. I’ll kill them. Bam. Bam. Bam. Every last one of them.
“Steve,” Wanda whimpers again, and this time, I stop. Shoulders slumping in exhaustion, I let out the breath that I’ve been holding in this whole time.
And to my horror, when I look up, Girl is staring straight at me, her head halfway out from underneath the bed as tears pool in her enormous. My heart drops in my chest. She saw the whole thing.
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fasterthanmydemons · 11 months
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[ Speedster of the Galaxy ]
Mantis tilted her head to the side, watching him with visible curiosity. “Nice to meet you,” she said. Pietro’s state was understandable, just not something she could relate to. Mantis was never loved by Ego, and she had little to no interaction with her siblings before Ego ended their lives. But as time went by, she realized she was starting to love the Guardians. While she couldn’t fully understand what it felt like to be overly attached to someone - according to Ego, attachments were a terrible mistake since almost all beings were mortal and even those who weren’t would die in his Expansion anyway - Mantis found herself anxious at the thought of the Guardians getting hurt. There was a certain irony to it; her powers were related to emotions, yet she struggled to decipher her own. But every day, she understood herself a little better.
“This is not my ship,” she replied, correcting him and shaking her head lightly from side to side. “It is ours. We are a team… a team that you are now a part of, too.” When Pietro claimed he didn’t mind the company right after he said she could do what she wanted, Mantis knew he was trying to be nice. “Liar,” she stated, but her tone was not accusing - it was casual, soft, since she was simply pointing something out. “It is okay to want to be alone sometimes. It is also okay to understand that you don’t have to go through hard times alone.” Mantis wasn’t sure if that comment helped. After all, they were strangers; he had no reason to trust her or any of the Guardians. He was far from his sister, his planet, his home… his life as he knew it. Of course he would feel nothing but negative emotions.
“Do you like space so far?” she asked, trying to shift Pietro’s attention to something more positive. Sitting with her hands politely folded on her lap, she stared at him with her black, big eyes, her antennae straight. She hoped he wouldn’t find her unsettling. Then again, Drax was gray, Gamora was green, Groot was a tree, and Rocket was a killing machine covered in fur. Peter was the only one whose appearance humans would deem ‘normal’. If Pietro found everyone but Quill unsettling, he was going to have a hard time adjusting to his new life on the ship. “Welcome to the Benatar, by the way. I know Quill showed you around, but maybe he forgot to tell you, so… welcome.” The ship was fairly big. While it certainly had limitations, Pietro had enough distance to run. Needless to say, they would often land on different planets, where he would have all the space he needed to unleash his super speed without having to worry about being arrested for… for… well, Mantis wasn’t sure. What came after Ultron had been talked about, but not as much as the events regarding Ultron himself. It was known in the galaxy that humans had a tendency to self-destruct. Mantis believed she was in no position to judge them. Not when her father tried to wipe out an entire existing universe to replace it all with himself.
She instinctively clasped her hands together as usual, her eyes softening as her gaze followed Pietro’s. “It’s… big, huh? Space.” Looking out the window, the empath idly wrapped her arms around herself as she rose from the seat. She approached him slowly, trying to get closer to the window. The music and the rest of the ship seemed to fade away as she became absorbed in the sheer beauty of space. It was intimidating, in a way, but that only added to its beauty. The galaxy was made of chaos and calmness; two opposite forces combined. The proximity, however, just made her even more aware of Pietro’s emotions. He was anxious. Angry. Sad. Lonely. He missed his twin so much… His feelings were so different from the ones Mantis experienced when she became a part of the team. “When I joined the Guardians… I left no one I loved behind,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, blinking before she glanced at the speedster. He had a deep sadness in his eyes, apparent enough that Mantis didn’t even need empathy to know it. “I’m sorry you cannot say the same.”
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Pietro thought it odd that she would say the ship was “ours” and the team’s, and then imply that it was therefore his too, since he was part of the team. His eyebrow rose and he looked at her in bewildered disbelief. “Well is definitely not my ship. I don’t know where anything is, don’t know how to fly it, don’t know anything. So is more yours than mine. Also you were here first. Even teams have seniority. I’m the new guy, so I’m way at the bottom of everything. Don’t touch this, don’t do that, don’t say this or that...” He shrugged, not sure why he was rambling. “I get it. It was same way with Avengers,” he added with some amount of resentment. “Don’t worry, I won’t break your ship.”
Suddenly he felt very irritated, not necessarily at Mantis, but just the situation. Pietro was tired of always feeling like an unwanted reject everywhere he went. In school as a child, he was picked on for being small. After his parents’ deaths, he got into fights in the orphanage defending Wanda from bullies, and was told that he was a problem child. In every foster home, he was told to behave, sit still, stop talking, why can’t you just be normal?! Once they were on the streets, he got a reputation for stealing that had everyone looking at him funny. In the Hydra laboratory, he was constantly and harshly disciplined for acting out. And with the Avengers, he found himself getting told to pay attention, mind the schedule, and don’t touch the expensive tech while Wanda was seemingly accepted with open arms. He was sick and tired of always being the bad seed. It was exhausting, isolating, and frustrating.
When she called him a liar, his gaze shot to her in immediate insult. “Is not very nice to say. If you want to know my thought process, you can ask, but don’t just call me a liar. Is unfair to assume things about people,” he said. “I did want to be alone, but I decided I didn’t mind you so much, so I changed my mind, is all. But if you are going to stand here and call me a liar, then maybe I do want to be alone,” he said, immediately feeling like a jerk for doing so. He sighed. “Sorry. Am just in a bad mood. Has nothing to do with you.” At his side, he felt his right hand start to twitch. Not now, damn it, he thought, pressing his palm flat against his thigh to keep it steady. The muscles in his upper arm were spasming too, but he could do little to hide that. He simply hoped Mantis wouldn’t notice. The last thing he wanted was pity.
“Yeah... is nice,” Pietro said. It was a lackluster response, despite him actually thinking space was pretty damn cool. It was just difficult for him to fully wrap his heart around the experience when he was without Wanda. “I wish my sister could see it too.” He looked at her again when she mentioned the ship’s name. There was something that had been nagging at him since he’d heard it the first time... “Benatar as in... Pat Benatar?” he asked. “Am just asking because she is very good singer on Earth. I like a lot of her songs.” And then, for some odd reason, he began listing them. “Love is a Battlefield. Invincible. Hit Me With Your Best Shot. We Belong...” He nodded and shrugged. “Lot of good music. Great voice. Lyrics with meaning,” he commented. “Is a strange name for a ship, though, don’t you think?”
“Well, is space. Of course it’s big,” Pietro said. “It’s got to fit all the planets and moons and things.” And things. He didn't know exactly what, but he knew there was a whole helluva lotta stuff in space. When the conversation shifted to leaving loved ones behind, though, Pietro visibly stiffened. “Is fine. Is my problem and I will deal,” he said stoically. He wasn’t going to get anywhere with these people if he started blubbering, complaining, crying, or having a pity party about Wanda, so he thought it best that he just suck it up and live with this new normal he’d been thrust into.
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brw · 3 years
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getting emotional about hank pym again. dont hmu.
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aquamarinescarlet · 3 years
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Don’t give up just yet
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Word count: ~3.6k
Warnings: two curse word (I think), brief mentions of sex and cheating, angst (bare in mind these warnings don’t apply the way you think they do, you’ll have to read to understand)
Summary: The classic soulmate AU, sentences written on each other’s wrists, but with a twist.
Author’s note: This was basically an excuse for me to reinvent the soulmate AU with the wrist tattoos thing. It’s sorta angsty, but I just thought the ending was too funny. Just experimenting here, tell me what you think.
PSA: Dividers are the count down till the day: black is reader focused, red is wanda focused, gold/yellow is also reader focused, but I thought it deserved a little spark.
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“You should call her, y’know.”
“Why would I do that? She made her point very clear.”
“It’s her wedding day, Y/N,” Mia reasoned, “and this fight was months ago, you have to get over it.”
You rolled your eyes at her insistence. This discussion has been happening every day for the past two weeks.
“I didn’t do anything wrong, why am I the one who should get over it?” You emphasized.
“He is her soulmate, and she is your sister, the least you could do is pretend.”
“Ugh,” you let out a guttural scream, “I can’t do this anymore Mia, I stand by what I said. That man is an asshole and this soulmate thing is stupid. I don’t trust him, no matter what the words on both their wrists say, and I’m not gonna watch her go down with this and not do anything about it.”
Mia didn’t respond, she knew she’d reached your last nerve. You watched as the woman left your office, sending a last sympathetic glance your way before walking into the hall. 
Mia was right in some points, and you knew that. She was right about it being your sister’s wedding day and that you should be there to support her. She was wrong about you needing to be the one to apologize though. The way people manipulated their lives to fit this whole twisted Soulmate Theory made your blood boil.
The Soulmate Theory was quite simple: everyone was born with a sentence written on their wrists, popular belief is that those are the first words your soulmate will say to you. It was cute, and it worked most of the time, not for your sister though. Or at least you thought so.
Oli's soulmate was Isaac. They had met three years ago and eventually started dating. Oli was a firm believer of the Soulmate Theory and had never dated anyone before, so it was all new and exciting.
You started noticing the patterns roughly one year after they started dating. He was controlling her, discreetly, barely noticeable, but it was there. 
First with clothes, Oli had made it a habit to always ask for his opinions on her clothing, and he would tell her he hated something, regardless of her telling him over and over again she had liked it. You made little comments here and there about his actions, mostly jokes but with some truth behind, she didn’t notice.
Second was friends, Isaac would always want to meet Oli’s friends, and if she went out with one he didn’t know he would make her feel guilty. You started giving more serious warnings, pointing out what he was doing more clearly, she didn’t care and called you crazy.
Third was her feelings, he had his mind set on what her role should be in his life. He praised Oli endlessly when she cooked or cleaned. Other than that, he didn’t care, didn’t pay attention to her stories, didn’t appreciate her paintings and drawings… 
It got to the point where she wouldn’t want to paint anymore, when she was telling a story it would be without her usual excitement. Her smile no longer reached her eyes, she was constantly tired. 
You confronted her about it, several times, but it was of no use. You’d point out the facts and she’d retort with ‘he is my soulmate, the universe bound us together, he wouldn’t do this to me!’
Three months ago was the last time you two talked. She told you he asked her hand. She knew you would be against it, she tried to ease you into the idea of her being with Isaac for the rest of her life. You weren’t having any of it. 
After hours of screaming, arguing and loads of tears, she told you not to come to the wedding, and you said you wouldn’t. 
It’s now four days from the date and you’re not going as long as he’s the one she’s marrying.
You stared at the words on your own wrist. ‘It’s you’. That sentence haunted you for years. What a stupid set of words for your soulmate to say.
As a kid you adored the Soulmate Theory, you paid meticulous attention to the first words you’d exchange with anyone, you made new friends nearly every day in hopes of hearing those words, but they never came.
Until they came. At first it was exhilarating, but the ones you said didn’t match the ones on the person’s wrist. You were extremely disappointed. And then you heard them again, and again, and again… It became almost routine. Every single person you met would say ‘it’s you’ or some variation of it. 
You being who you are certainly didn’t help. During college you had started a tech company and now it had grown to be one of the biggest and most important in the field. The new inventions did win you several prizes and a lot of money. You were also stupid famous, being the young brilliant CEO and all. 
Ever since, you gave up on looking for your soulmate. It seemed counter productive to get yourself all worked up just for it not to happen every single day. You made your peace with it, although a small part of you just wanted to meet said person.
The situation with Isaac and Oli helped. Seeing that it could end up hurting you made it easier to not fixate on finding your soulmate. Nonetheless, the desire was there; hidden, pushed to the back of your mind, but still there.
You just wished your sister could see it too, that the Soulmate Theory is not the solution to all her problems. 
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“Relax Steve, it’s all taken care of.” 
“What about the flowers? Did you book the buffet? Did you check with the band? And the decorations? I saw some people didn’t RSVP yet, should I redo the seating charts?” Steve rambled on as Wanda just laughed.
“The flower problem is solved, the buffet confirmed, so did the band, the wedding planner is working on the decorations and redoing the whole seating chart seems… unnecessary, they still have three days to confirm their presence.” She reassured the man who was more stressed than her about the whole situation.
“Okay, sorry, I just want to make sure everything is perfect.” He huffed, taking a seat on the couch. 
“It’s going to be perfect, don’t worry.” She couldn’t help the weirdness that surged upon uttering those words.
“How are you so calm?” Wanda just shrugged, not really sure how to answer. 
Steve took a deep breath and gazed at the red head, offering her a smile. 
“I’m going to sleep, all this wedding stuff has been stressing me all day.” 
“Okay,” Steve made his way to his bedroom but she called him before he reached the hallway, “thanks for the help Rogers.” 
“No worries.” He shot a last smile before disappearing. 
Wanda found herself alone in the living room, the silence only making her thoughts scream louder.
She would be married in three days. It seemed unbelievable. After losing her parents, being experimented on at Hydra, fighting along Ultron, losing her brother and becoming an Avenger, she never thought she would have time to fall in love.
Yet, here she is. Although the feeling wasn’t quite what she thought it would be. It wasn’t exciting, or nerve racking. She felt no different than any other day of her life. Steve seemed like the one who was getting married, not her. 
Vision is sweet and caring, she feels so happy around him. Then what is causing all these doubts to haunt her?
She knows what it is, she just doesn’t want to admit it.
Those words. Those stupid words painted forever on her wrist. ‘Don’t do this’. Ever since joining the Avengers she started using several bracelets to hide them, but they still burned on her skin every single day.
She’d heard of the Soulmate Theory at a very young age. Her parents had explained how those were the first words she’d hear from the love of her life. She would spend hours daydreaming all sorts of scenarios in which someone would say those words to her and they’d fall in love.
After her parent’s death, that stopped being her priority. At the Hydra base she’d only see her brother and a couple dozen different Hydra soldiers, too old and mean for a soulmate. 
Gaining powers was a game changer. She was older then. Stronger. They finally allowed her and Pietro to leave the base and create chaos in Hydra’s name. “Do good” in Hydra’s name. She believed she was doing the right thing. She truly did. 
Hearing her first ‘Don’t do this’ made her question everything. It came from a little kid nonetheless. A scared little kid. It must’ve been a mistake, she thought at the time. But that mistake happened, again, and again, and again… 
When she joined the Avengers her eyes were opened to all the pain and terror she had caused. All the people she hurt. Then it dawned on her, what if one of those ‘Don’t do this’ came from her soulmate? What if she had hurt them, or worse, killed them?
The idea terrified her. So she hid those words on her wrist. A reminder of the evil she’s done and the love she’ll never have. She promised herself to never look for her soulmate, she already caused them enough pain, they didn’t deserve to get tangled in the mess that was her life.
And then Vision was created. Him and Wanda got along greatly. He made her happy. They fell in love, or at least that’s what Wanda told herself, that she fell in love with him. It was possible, there’s no rule on the Soulmate Theory that says you can only fall in love with your soulmate. Plus, Vision is not human, so he doesn’t have words written on his wrist, he doesn’t have a predestined soulmate, technically he doesn’t even have an actual soul for this sort of thing. They could be each other’s soulmate. A loophole on this stupid theory.
Why didn’t it feel like that though? Why was she questioning it so much? And why now? Three days before her wedding?
She took off the bracelets and stared at the ink, brushing her fingers lightly over it. She loved Vision, she affirmed to herself. She wants to marry him. This is what she wants. And she believes in these words, for a while. Long enough for her to fall asleep, turning off her brain from overthinking the situation too much.
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Work has had you occupied all week. With back to back meetings and loads of paperwork to fill out, you’ve barely had time to think of anything else.
But now it seems like everything is done and you have more free time than you’d like. 
You left the office early, not having much to do there anymore, and, instead of spending all afternoon home alone, you decided to go out for some coffee.
You were sitting on your usual table in the small coffee shop close to your place. It was calm, quiet and homely, a nice contrast between the places you frequent. The warm cup on your hands did nothing to distract you though.
The book you’d brought was long forgotten on the table as you glanced at your phone every few seconds. It’s two days till the wedding and, even though you tried not to think about it, you hoped your sister would text you saying she broke it off. It was unlikely, but wishing she could get some sense knocked into her wouldn’t kill.
You were so focused on your thoughts that you didn’t notice a woman glancing at you until you caught her trying to call your attention.
“It’s you!” She said, astonished, pointing to the cover of a magazine showing a picture of you.
Recognizing that issue as being a rather old one, you just nodded and offered the woman a friendly smile. She took that as an opportunity to approach you.
“Hi. Sorry,” she sounded excited and also nervous for bothering you, “I just wanted to say what an inspiration you are to women all around, to me especially. I’ve been opening my own business and seeing what you do has been such an encouragement to me. So, thank you!” 
You were surprised by how nice she was. You’d expected her to ask you to invest in her business or something, like everyone who approaches you does, but she didn’t and it was a nice change of pace for once.
“What kind of business are you opening?” You asked. Listen to her talk would be a good distraction, plus, you could use the company.
“Oh, no, that’s ok,” she said, “I don’t want to bother you any further.”
“Please,” you urged, “I have the rest of my day off and I could use someone to talk to. Unless you’re busy, then I wouldn’t want to be a burden to you.” You laughed to ease the woman’s nerves.
“Sure?” You nodded and gestured to the empty seat across from you. 
She accepted it and you spent at least an hour talking before she had to leave. It was a pleasant conversation, she praised your work but didn’t refrain from giving some interesting criticism on your business. The topic of an investment or a partnership never even came up. 
It got your sister out of your mind for a while, although it didn’t last long.
Laying on your bed, your eyes fought to stay open, your mind swirling with all possible scenarios regarding Oli. She would be miserable if she went through with this, and you couldn’t do anything about it.
You love your sister, you care so much about her, but she refuses to listen to your warnings. You could swallow your pride and go to the wedding. You could try and support her. But that would just make an accomplice to her stupidity and you’re not going to just stand there and pretend that that’s ok.
You thought about texting her, way too many times. But your relationship is already rocky as it is, the least you could do is hope she gets some clarity on her own.
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One day till the wedding. She’s 24 hours away from the happiest day of her life. Why is it, then, that Wanda doesn’t feel as happy as she should be. 
She didn’t have to fake a smile, she was happy, but that smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. 
None of the others seemed to notice it. They just thought it was the nervousness of having everything set so the day could run smoothly. Vision even brought up the possibility of her having cold feet about it, but she denied it thoroughly, assuring him she wanted this.
And she does. She wants to get married, have kids and build up a family of her own. She wants it all. 
It still seemed weird though. Like something was off. 
“Steve just called,” Nat interrupted her thoughts, walking back into the room, “everything is set, prepped and organized for tomorrow.”
“Let’s try on the dress then.” Carol urged the girl to put on the piece of clothing for the millionth time.
It did her justice. Slim at the top and flowy at the bottom, accentuating all her curves perfectly. It wasn’t big and puffy but light and delicate. She smiled at her own reflection as the other women crammed around her to take a look.
“You look beautiful.” Pepper said in awe. 
“She does, doesn’t she.” Laura agreed, even though she’s the one that helped her choose it.
Wanda didn’t say anything, just smiling and appreciating her own image, excitement growing on her chest from wearing it in front of everyone the next day.
The girls spent hours planning how they would do her hair and makeup. There were so many ideas, disagreements and arguments that Wanda was completely drained by the end of the day. She was happy though, to see her friends being there for her, eager to help and make sure everything was perfect.
It was nice to have people around since she lost so much throughout the years.
After the women were gone and she found herself alone, Wanda’s thoughts from the beginning of the day came back, hitting her like a train.
Was she really more excited about wearing a dress than about getting married? Was this a sign of her actually getting cold feet? 
She shrugged them away, affirming to herself these are just stupid uncertanties people always get before their wedding day. At least that’s what happens in movies, so nothing to worry about... right?
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Thankfully your work slump had subsided as now a gigantic pile of papers sat on your table. Some contracts had to be restructured and a set of stores had to be chosen to distribute your newest technology. 
You thrived in that scenario, with countless reports and 2D drawings of the prototypes scattered about the room. Your mind was going a thousand miles a minute, seemingly unaware of the events that would take place later that day.
That peace, however, was short lived. Your brain short circuited for a second when you checked what had caused your phone to buzz.
Two voicemails. 
From none other than Isaac. 
It was right then that it dawned on you: Oli was marrying that asshole today. In only a couple of hours actually.
Before listening to the messages you started to record your phone screen, maybe he would try to threaten you or something and you could use that to convince Oli to break things off with him. It wouldn’t kill to be precautious.
The first one was sweet, although it almost made you gag, it was sent with good intentions. Isaac was asking you to go easy on Oli, regardless of your feelings towards him, you should be supportive of her and her decisions. Too pretentious for your liking, but sent with good intentions nonetheless.
The second one started awfully weird. Some muffled sounds, things you couldn’t quite make out. Until you heard a loud moan, your eyes going wide as you pushed your phone away from your face. Isn’t it technically ‘bad luck’ to see the bride on the wedding day? You didn’t have time to dwell on those thoughts as the voice on the phone started to moan each other’s names. The woman didn’t sound anything like Oli, because it wasn’t Oli. Isaac was cheating on your sister? And on their wedding day!?
Oh you weren’t about to just let that go. You stopped the recording, thanking your intuition, and quickly ringed Oli.
It rang once… twice… three times… and then voicemail. You tried at least four more times until you figured she just didn’t want to talk to you.
“Marie can you come in here please?” You called your secretary.
A few seconds later she popped her head inside your office.
“How can I help?”
“Can I use your phone!?” You sounded more exasperated than you wished.
“Are you sure it’s a good idea to call your sister today?” Damn, that woman knows you too well. You sighed loudly.
“Please… I just…” You trailed off, sounding desperate this time around.
Thankfully Marie gave in and lent you her phone. You typed Oli’s number and rang it, several times, she didn’t pick up once. You were starting to get truly desperate now.
“Do you have the address?” You handed Marie her phone back.
“Here.” She handed you a piece of paper from her pocket. 
It was on the other side of the city, at least a one hour drive. You quickly grabbed your coat, purse and phone, rushing out of the office, only being stopped by a hand wrapping around your wrist.
“Don’t do anything stupid.” You gave her a reassuring smile and a quick nod before making your way to your car. Marie has been working with you since the beginning, she always knew when you were up to nothing good. She also knew that when you set your mind to something, there was no stopping you.
The drive was excruciating. You kept making stupid mistakes and taking wrong turns. Everything seemed to work against you, being it: accidents, red lights, slow drivers, pedestrians. Even the birds chirping around were pissing you off.
You finally reached the venue and stopped the car messily in the front entrance. You quickly ran up the stairs, and almost tripped and fell when you heard the officiant was already performing the ceremony.
You reached the doors and yanked them open, hopefully interrupting the wedding before it was too late.
“Don’t do this!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, nearly breathless. 
The guests all turned towards you, surprised. So did the couple on the podium.
Except those people weren’t Oli and Isaac. You recognized them, Vision and Scarlet Witch, or at least that’s the names they went for on television. You’ve seen them before, doing business with Stark had its perks, but had never been introduced.
You could’ve felt bad, but your stomach was a turmoil of faith and nausea. You were either really early or really late to stop Oli.
“Sorry,” you said, trying to catch your breath, “wrong wedding, carry on.” You turned around to leave, but not before noticing the bride glancing at her own wrist.
You didn’t get the chance to take a single step out the door before her voice filled the silence that had settled.
“It’s you.” You stopped dead on your tracks. Your wrist burning slightly, not the kind of pain to cause discomfort, just enough to be noticeable.
Those words. 
Her looking at her wrist.
Your’s burning now.
You turned back around, earning all kinds of confused glances from the guests. Your eyes fell on the woman, a smirk plastered on your lips.
“Seems like this isn’t the wrong wedding after all.”
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randominagines · 2 years
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Hey idk if your taking requests but if you are could you do sad/angsty Pietro maximoff headcanons please :)
Thanks for the request 💜
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x neutral reader
Warning: angst, sad, very sad, violence, blood
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BEING IN LOVE WITH PIETRO:
You and met Pietro and Wanda while they were being experimented on;
You were just part of the operation too, sadly;
You were a victim as much as they were: the Hydra was trying to give you powers related to the pain and the healing;
Experiments were a proper torture: it was painful, tiring, mentally agonising;
You always felt alone, then you met the twins;
Wanda instantly became your best friend, while Pietro was something else;
The type of connection you two developed was magic;
He understood you as much as you understood him;
Even Wanda had to admit that you were perfectly in harmony;
Love naturally blossomed between you and him, but life wasn't easy;
He always used to consider you the best thing ever happened to him;
"If it wasn't for you, I'd be lost right now."
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As your powers grew, Hydra strated to make the "training" more and more intense;
Pietro was forced to run for hours, to become faster;
Wanda was forced to work on the mental manipulation on innocent people;
You had the worst training: your duty was to hurt people just to learn how to heal them;
Hydra forced you to develop your power of hurting people:you could create a sense of inexplicable pain, both emotional and physical;
Then you could heal them;
You were emotionally and mentally broken, Wanda was destroyed and Pietro constantly tired;
Although you always tried to give him strength, he was the most exploited and the first to be sent for real missions;
You and Wanda knew how dangerous it was out there, so every time Pietro was forced to leave you, it was a torture;
"Oh my God, you're back! Let me look at you, let me heal you"
The way he used to smile at you, hold you in his arms and kiss you every time he came back, was the actual proof of how much he needed you and loved you;
"Make love to me"
You asked him, your eyes stuck into his and your hands caressing his face. He smiled at you, fingers tracing your lower lip;
"I love you, y/n, you're the only thing in this world that makes me believe that happiness is real."
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As you started to become powerful, Hydra became more and more demanding and you couldn't bear it anymore;
One day, you decided to oppose: you intentionally hurt one of the scientists, almost killing him;
The way they punished you made Pietro snap;
"I'm fucking going to kill them all!"
"Pietro, I beg you, don't. They will kill you."
For as much as you begged, he couldn't look at you split lip and broken nose without feeling a burning anger inside of him;
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That same day, Avengers came into your life;
You thought life would have been easier from that moment, but then Ultron happened;
"We can't trust him."
You tried to warn them, but the twins only wanted revenge on Stark;
You were the first to actually realize that you were on the wrong side;
When Wanda read into Ultron's mind and saw the destruction of everything you manged to escape with the tiwns;
"We must warn the Avengers, now."
You said and the twins finally understood;
When you arrived at the facility, Tony immediately tried to hit you;
Pietro automatically got mad, ready to fight, but Wanda prevented a mess by stopping him;
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When Vision came to life and you decided to join them in Sokovia, you didn't know how to feel;
"What's going on in that stunning mind of yours, baby?"
Pietro softly asked while caressing your face. You were getting ready for the fight. You shrugged;
"I'm worried. I don't want anything bad to happen to you or Wa."
Pietro smiled while pulling you into his arms;
"We'll be free after this, we'll move to a beautiful place and buy a house and then we'll have a very regular, almost boring, totally happy life. I promise you."
"I want to go to Hawaii."
You said and he chuckled while nodding.
He promised and kissed you. For a moment you believed him;
Sokovia's battle was a disaster: you tried to heal as many people as possible but you felt useless. You couldn't hurt the robots, so you were there just as an healer;
Pietro watched your back the whole time, making sure to protect you;
"Not gonna lie, you look quite hot whith this suit."
You suddenly complimented while saving a couple of people;
He stopped just for a second to smirk at you;
"Save it for the Hawaii."
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He teased you and started running around again;
When the Shield arrived, you felt like breathing again;
You were safe;
You and Pietro ran into each other's arms, lips crushing and heartbeats fastening;
"We won."
He whispered and you nodded in tears;
You were about to put a foot on the airplane when you noticed a kid who was left on the street;
You wran to him almost instinctively and kneeled down;
"Hey, it's okay, let me heal your leg so we can walk together to the airplane."
You softly reassured him and healed his broken leg;
You didn't notice what was about to happen, but Pietro did: he ran to protect you, positioning himself between you and the gunshots that destroyed everything;
"PIETRO, NO!"
You screamed, but it was too late: when the gunshots stopped, Pietro was filled with bullets;
He fell on the ground and you immediately ran to him, tears running down your face;
"Baby, stay still, let me heal you, stay still!"
You screamed while trying to use your powers, but you couldn't;
No matter how hard you tried, the wounds were too many;
"I can't... I can't... I don't understand..."
You sobbed, but Pietro smiled and grabbed your hand;
"It's okay, I love you, you're safe..."
He whispered before closing his eyes, his hand letting your go;
You felt the world around you crumbling;
You screamed, your hands holding his lifeless body while you cried your heart out;
He was gone;
As soon as you came back on the ground, you immediately ran to Wanda;
You two shared your pain, helping each other and trying to be strong;
Even if the Avengers offered you to stay with them, you refused;
"You're my family, Wa, but I have to go. I have somewhere to be."
You hugged Wanda, tears running down your face, and you promised her to write to her before leaving;
You lived the rest of your life as a doctor, finally helping people and using your powers for something good;
You never stopped loving Pietro and not a day went by without you thinking about him;
You wrote to Wanda quite often, sending her hugs and kisses from the Hawaii.
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Webbed Up SpidermanxReader
Summary: The daughter of Stark gets pregnant right before a war with Thanos, leaving half the world’s population at stake. How can she protect herself and her unborn child?
Post: A few months before/beginning Infinity War, after Age of Ultron 
Spiderman x Pregnant! Stark! Reader 
Rated: M 
Warnings: Smut, teen pregnancy, language, crude humor, and violence. 
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(A few months earlier) 
“Y/N, I don’t think this is a good idea....” Peter says as you practically drag him into your room. 
The Avengers head quarters were empty, the team including your father (Tony Stark) were out on some mission clearing out some vile creatures that were found in a drain pipe by a hospital. 
Your father loved you more than anything, despite that you were a surprise from one of his hookups he’d had years ago before he met Pepper. Your biological mother wanted nothing to do with you, leaving you with your father as soon as you were born.
Pepper adored you and was always so kind and generous to you. She would buy you clothes and things you needed for school and work. Most importantly she would always find time to spend with you. Whether it was watching movies, playing card games, or getting pedicures. Pepper was the closest thing you have to a mother, you always referred to Pepper as your mother. There wasn’t a day that would go by without you asking your father when he’d put a ring on it. 
Recently about a few weeks ago, he did. Peter was over for dinner and out of nowhere Tony just knelt down holding an enormous diamond ring to Pepper. Peter and the other Avengers applaud while you were wheezing from choking on your drink.
Despite your father being an Avenger, he would never want you in danger even though he and you both knew you could handle yourself. Natasha had been training you to fight for years. You were fast, with your mind and your body. Although you weren’t ready to take Natasha or Steve anytime soon.
You and Peter have been dating a little over a year now. The two of you went to the same school, but never officially met until your father discovered Peter was Spiderman. You had crushed on Peter and always admired him from after at school. Peter asked you out after your father had introduced you two. He wasn’t too crazy about that. Peters awkward self was endearing, and he is the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. He treated you like a queen and did everything he could to make you happy, and earn your fathers trust. 
“Trust me, we’re alone. We have the entire headquarters to ourselves.” You say, as you reach up to place your hands on his broad shoulders. His deep brown puppy eyes were on you. 
Oh how you loved his eyes. They were pure and gentle and always made you feel warm just looking into them. Staring into his eyes could change your entire mood in seconds. 
“Your father....h-he’ll kill me if he finds out...” Peter says, his hands rested gently on your hips. 
“Mmm...lets make sure he doesn’t then...” You reply before you capture his lips with yours. 
Peter didn��t hesitate and he didn’t stop you. His hormones were just as wild as yours, if not even more. His lips were soft and tasted like that cheap rootbeer flavored chapstick he always loved.
“See?” You ask between your chaste kisses that quickly became erotic. “We’re fine...” 
You hold his shoulders tightly as you pull him over to your bed. Peter lays you down gently on your bed and hovers over you. Those innocent puppy eyes of his have washed over to a lustful stare. You can hear his breathing increase as you begin to work off the buttons of his polo shirt. 
This of course, hadn’t been the first time the two of you made love. There were days after school you’d tell your dad you’d be at the library studying with your friends. When really, you were in Peters room, riding him like a cowgirl while his Aunt May was out. 
“I respect your dad...” Peter continues as he pulls down your shorts. “I don’t want to to loose his trust and-”
You silenced him with your lips and wrap your legs around his waist. Peter discards his shorts without breaking away from you. You wasted no time running your hands up his soft back. His skin was warm and you could feel his hardened muscles under your palms, you could feel his heart racing as you made your hands up to his chest. 
“Enough talking” You say, pulling him close to you. 
Peter nods and pulls away to discard his jeans and boxers. You look up to see his hardened dick as it was freed from the restrain of his pants. He smirked at you once he noticed you staring at him. 
“Hey beautiful.” 
You could feel your cheeks reddening as he lays down besides you.. His eyes were locked on yours, they shone with lust. 
“H-hi...” 
“Come here, sweet girl...” He trails his fingers up your inner thigh slowly. He sighs from the heat from your entrance as he starts to fondle your clit. Your eyes flutter close as a soft moan draws from your lips. 
“Shit...you’re so wet baby...” Peter groans, as he sinks two of his fingers inside of you. They make wet noises causing the moment to be more erotic. You feel Peters lips at your neck, kissing every square inch of your bare flesh. Just your natural scent itself could turn Peter on in a heartbeat.
His lips were soft and gentle it gave your skin goosebumps. You could feel your heart pounding against your ribcage, your breathing increased from the pleasure Peter teased you with.
“Peter...I-I need you... “ You rasped, feeling your core below your legs tighten. Your undies were soaked and you could feel your inner walls start to throb in need for his dick. 
Peter grinned down at you as you tighten your hands around his biceps. Since the day he met you, he could never resist you. Ever. 
“You have me, sweet girl.” Peter responds, as he slides off you and onto his back to pull you into his lap. His long boner poked at your inner thigh. 
“You had me that day I saw you in study hall....first day of freshman year....” 
“I’m all yours, Peter...I love you..”
“I love you Y/N”
His dick was hard and pulsed in your hand as you brought it up to your wet entrance. You decided to tease him for a little, rubbing the head against your wet folds. 
Peter groans and runs his hands up your thighs slowly. His breath hitched in his throat. “Fuck Y/N, please....” 
You giggle in response as you slap the tip of his dick against your clit for a few moments giving both of you the exciting anticipation. Peter squirmed under you impatiently , you look down to see his eyes squeezed tightly and his mouth slightly open. His cheeks were a rosy red and his chest rose and fell with each breath. His dark chestnut curls framed his beautiful soft face while the rest of his hair splayed around him like a crown on the pillow. His hair grew fast, in the back it already touched the  nape of his neck. He was due for another haircut, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like playing with it. 
“Y/N, please...” Peter whispers, squeezing your hips. 
You respond by sitting down on his hard dick, taking all of him in to the hilt. The two of you moaned together in unison as the two of you became one. You set your hands on Peters thighs feeling the hard muscle against your palms as you start to ride him. Peter groans as you bounce on his dick expertly, your juices soaking his dick. 
“That’s a good girl...” Peter groans, from beneath you. 
You roll your hips in a perfect circle, your walls hugging his dick tightly. The headboard of your bed hit the wall with your every thrust.You were lost in your own euphoric bliss until a sharp blow came to your left butt cheek, causing you to squeal. 
“You have such a cute ass.” Peter coos, rubbing his hands all over it. 
You sigh in response, you loved his hands on you. It turned you on like crazy but at the same time, it made you feel secure. Like nothing in the universe could hurt you while you were in Peter’s arms. 
“Peter...” You only manage to day before you slump forwards on your knees. 
Peter chuckles as he spreads your legs out from behind. You could hear him shift up to his knees from the creeks of the bed as he positioned himself behind you. He wasted no time sinking back inside of you. You sigh resting your head on the bed as he starts to pound in you with a steady rhythm. Wet noises filled the room along with your heavy breathing. 
You reached forwards to grab a fistful of the blankets as Peter began to hit your sweet spot with the head of his dick. You moan and gasp as you reach your peek, you cry out his name as you finish all over his dick, soaking it. Peter groans, his orgasm not far from yours. He squeezes your thighs and increases his speed causing your bed to rock and creek beneath the two of you.
“You’re so damn beautiful...” Peter says, staring down at you in complete awe. He loved your beautiful plumb lips as they were slightly parted and a cherry red, raw and bruised slightly from all the kissing. Your gorgeous doe eyes you inherited from your father were shaped like crescent moons.
Peter gasps, rolling his hips against yours roughly. He kept the pace going for a few more minutes before his orgasm hit and he finishes inside you, filling you with his warm cum. 
“Y/N....” 
Peter speaks your name in a soft and sweet whisper as he rolls off of you and pulls you against his warm chest, cradling you in his arms. You can feel him rest his head on your shoulder as your eyelids start to close. You mutter a “love you” to him and fall asleep to the sound of his soft steady breaths and the gentle movement of his chest as it took in and pushed out air. His hot breath fanned the base of your neck, his arms keeping you warm as the two of you fell fast asleep. 
(Present Time)
Peter wasn’t in study hall. The two of you talked on the phone last night till after midnight. He wasn’t sick or planning to not go to school. He never ditches unless....
A loud beep came from the school speakers that were located in every classroom.
“Excuse the interruption but this is an emergency. All students and staff are ordered to go home and seek refuge. There has been a crisis in Manhattan. We suggest to leave in groups and travel on foot. Please be safe.”
“Son of a bitch.” You mutter to yourself as you gather your textbook and folders in your arms. 
The hallways were filled with panicked students as they scurried to leave the building.Wasting no time, you pushed through everyone walking as fast as your legs could carry you to the nearest exit. 
The streets were as crazy as the halls in the high school, if not, worse. Cars had been flipped and turned over on their sides and roofs. Clouds of smoke poured out from the hoods and some alarms were off. Trash cans, large chunks of buildings had been scattered around the streets along with a few fallen lamp posts. A thick fog filled engulfed the air that was filled with police and ambulance sirens.
You weren’t naive or shocked by these chaotic events, considering that your dad was an avenger. During these times the only thing that concerned you was the safety of the avengers and Pepper. 
You scurry through your bag to get your phone while avoiding screaming running people.  Your fingers fly over your lock screen and then to your contacts, scrolling down until they reached ‘P’, and you called Pepper. 
“Y/N! HONEY!” Pepper answered on the second ring. “Are you okay!?”
“I’m okay, school just dismissed us..it appears we have an attack nearby. Are you okay!?” You reply, looking over to see an ambulance pull over to help an injured women. She appeared to be in her mid thirties and was limping as she walked toward the paramedics. 
“I’m fine, I’m safe in Stark tower! Do you need me to come get you? Are you still at the school?” 
You could tell that Pepper was trying to stay calm, but you knew her well enough to know she was freaking out for you and Tony’s safety. 
“No, the principal told everyone to stay on foot....there’s cars everywhere!” 
You ducked just in time as a car door flew right at you. The sudden movement made you feel nauseous. 
“What!? Honey, I can’t hear you!” Pepper’s voice cried from the other line.
“Pepper, I’m okay! But listen...I need you to stay at base, it’s too dangerous out here! I’ll meet you there in a half hour!” 
“What about the baby? Honey, what if something happens?” 
You close your eyes for a moment. Pepper is the only person who you’ve told about your pregnancy. You had found out last week when she took you to the doctor after you told her you’ve missed two periods.You had her promise not to tell Tony or Peter until you were ready.You agreed with her that they had a right to know and will know sooner or later, but you were scared. You and Peter were only sixteen. Would Peter leave you? Would your father kill Peter? Of course he would. 
“The baby is fine, trust m-” 
You were cut off as you were suddenly swept off your feet. The entire world whizzed by you in a blur. 
“DAD!?” you call out, looking into the white eyes of Iron Man. 
“Hey sweetie,” Stark spoke from behind his helmet as he flew up over a falling sign, holding you tightly at his side. He knew you weren’t fond of heights. 
“Hope you’re up for an adventure! Hang on tight, we’re gonna save a wizard!” 
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bumblesimagines · 3 years
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Request: Yes or No
Ppl seemed to like the Imagine and nobody really said anything about it being a fic but I like that (Y/N) sooo. For anyone confused about the root things, (Y/N) has root bracelets on each wrist that he can control. He can't make roots come out of his hands or anything. (Y/N) isn't gender neutral ik I use second person for a gender neutral reader but I'm starting to rlly like second person view lmao. If people like this enough, I might keep this fic going to Civil War, Infinity War, and Endgame.
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You placed your hands on the sides of the pot, watching the dead flower slowly regain its color. You could hear the faint sound of chatting and music from the party Tony was holding. Parties were never your thing. Parties meant crowds of nosy people with nothing else better to do. You heard your bedroom door open, turning around and looking at Clint.
"Hey, why don't you come downstairs? The party's ending." Clint offered a small smile, holding his side. You looked back at the flower, standing and gently placing it back with the other flowers on your desk. You approached Clint, feeling him gently wrap an arm around your shoulder.
"How's Laura?" You asked softly. Clint grinned, licking his lips as he glanced at you. You liked Clint. He was like the father or older brother you never had.
"She misses you. She mentioned wanting you to move in once training was complete." Clint revealed, looking at you. You blinked, brows raising as you stared at his face, wondering if he was joking.
"Think it over." Clint gave your shoulder a small squeeze as you joined the others, nodding to Maria. She gave a nod in return, a small tight smile on her face. You didn't blame them for not trusting you. You had attempted to kill them a few times out of fear. You took a seat on the couch, watching the Avengers laugh and chat. You stayed silent, fingers gently tracing the root bracelets.
"You thought of those yourself?" Maria asked softly, tilting her head. You looked at her, nodding.
"Having them on me makes me feel safer." You replied quietly, looking back at the roots. You continued to trace them, watching them shift slightly at your touch. Dr. Cho leaned over, humming in fascination.
"It's incredible how responsive they are to you." She whispered softly, meeting your gaze briefly for permission. You nodded, watching her reach out and touch them.
"How much can you feel? Or is it just a control thing?" She asked.
"Uhm, I know when they're dying or are in need of something but they don't feel pain so.. Hurting them doesn't hurt me." You explained. Dr. Cho nodded in understanding, leaning back.
"I'd love to ask you more questions later, if you don't mind." She gave a kind smile. You looked up upon hearing grunts, watching Clint attempt to pick up Mjollnir while Thor watched on in amusement. He gave up, chuckling. Tony went next, the smug look on his face disappearing when he couldn't lift it. You chuckled softly, watching James try to help Tony but the hammer didn't even budge.
"(Y/N), why don't you give it a try?" Clint asked after Bruce went. You licked your lips, glancing at the Avengers when their gazes went to you.
"Uhm-"
"Go on, give it a try." Thor encouraged with a a big smile. You stood up, walking up to the table where the hammer sat. You grabbed the handle, roots slithering down your hands and wrapping around the hammer. You pulled, suprised to find it was definitely harder than it looked.
"Don't pull a muscle, kid." Clint called, chuckling as you huffed, letting go of it and retracting the roots. You took a seat beside Clint, gently leaning against him as Steve went next. He went at it but wasn't able to lift it.
"It's rigged." Tony called with a shrug as Clint stood, a chuckle leaving him.
"You bet your ass."
"Steve, he said a bad language word." Maria pointed out in playful seriousness. You chuckled softly. Clint had told you all about Steve and the bad language joke. You stood up, about to call it a day before a ringing noise stopped you in your tracks. You looked up, noticing a half built robot limping into the room, mumbling stuff.
"Clint?" You called out, frowning. Clint looked at you before turning around, standing up as everyone's attention shifted to the robot. Clint slowly backed up until you were within arms reach. He knew you could protect yourself but he cared about you too much to let you get hurt.
"How could you be worthy? You're all killers." The robot said, motioning at them with its broken arm.
"Stark?" Steve's gaze stayed locked on the robot. The robot continued to speak, stumbling about. He replayed a clip of Stark saying something. Maria took out her gun, slowly standing up. Clint immediately grabbed you when the robots bursted into the room, pulling you along and hiding.
"Stay here." Clint whispered, standing up. You frowned, watching him go. Your looked over the room, noticing Dr. Cho attempting to hide behind the piano. You stood, quickly going over to her as a robot rose up. You raised your hand, making a root shoot out at it and wrap around its neck, throwing the robot to the side and watching it break.
"Thank you." Dr. Cho whispered as things began to calm down. You helped her stand, making eye contact with Clint as Thor threw his hammer at 'Ultron', breaking him into pieces.
"(Y/N), go to your room." Clint breathed out.
"No, he deserves to know what happened here." Steve said, giving you a nod.
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You licked your lips, glancing at Clint when he silently drew an arrow. You unclenched your fists, watching the root bracelets around your wrists grow and wrap around your fingers. You were surprised you had even been asked to tag along considering you were still new and young. You watched the Maximoff twins, stare at Tony with pure hatred. Not long ago, you were also an enemy of the Avengers. Clint had taken you under his wing, practically adopting you after everything. You assumed you were only allowed to tag along because of your powers. You had gained better control of them over time.
"Stay alert and stay close." Clint told you, shooting the arrow once the fight began. You watched the robots, nodding. You leaned forward, slightly over the railing, fingers moving. The roots wrapped around them shot out, wrapping around one of the robots that had lunged for Steve. You moved your arms back and apart, watching the robot be ripped apart. Steve looked up towards you, giving a greatful nod. Clint grinned, drawing another arrow. You noticed a flash of blue and white running below, keeping an eye on it. Another root shot out, successfully making the male Maximoff trip and stumble. You retracted the root, shifting your attention onto the men with guns.
"What a shitshow." You muttered, sighing softly. Clint glanced at you in amusement.
"Language." He called playfully, chuckling when he heard Steve groan. You let a small smile slip, roots wrapping around the necks of two of the gunmen. You slowly clenched your fists, making the roots strangle them. You heard Thor mention something about the Maximoff girl trying to mind control him.
"Drop 'em." Clint said, giving you a pointed look. "Only make them pass out, don't kill them."
"Fine." You huffed, dropping the men with a small scowl. Clint shot an arrow that knocked out a whole floor, giving a satisfied hum. You heard soft footsteps, spinning around and grabbing the girl Maximoff by the throat, grip tightening with each passing second. Her eyes were wide, caught off guard. Fear flashed in them briefly. Clint quickly planted an electrical arrow on her forehead. You removed your hands, glancing at Clint.
"You seriously need some freshing up on those people skills." Clint said, shaking his head. You scoffed, head tilting slightly.
"She's the enemy!"
"No killing-" You were suddenly shoved forward, bumping into Clint and crashing into what seemed like a control room. You grunted as pain struck up your back, turning your head and watching Pietro pick up his sister bridal style. You shot out your hand but he dodged the roots, using his superspeed to run off.
"Yeah, you better run." You heard Clint breath out. You turned towards him, roots retracting completely.
"Are you okay?" You asked softly, feeling glass digging into your hands as you slowly stood up, grunting softly. There was definitely gonna be a big bruise on your back when you checked later. You helped Clint stand, watching him attempt to contact the others. You leaned over the railing, seeing Steve laying on some stairs. You raised your hand, having the roots grab onto something sturdy before jumping over the railing and heading down to the floor he was at. You approached him, crouching down, cupping his face and seeing his red eyes and dazed look.
"The girl got to Steve." You said, sighing softly.
"Natasha as well." Clint replied. "Seems like the whole team is out of commission."
"Wonder what they're seeing." You muttered, standing and having the roots gently wrap around Steve's arms and waist. They were thin so dragging him along was the only choice.
"Having fun on your first mission yet?"
"Oh, fuck off, Clint." You called with a huff, trying to drag America's sweetheart across a ship, avoiding bodies and trying to keep his head from bumping into stuff.
"Sorry, buddy." You winced, watching Steve's head bump against some steps. Once outside, you were able to drag him along with more ease, getting him inside the step as Clint went to get Thor. Natasha had slowly come out of her daze, groaning softly and holding her head. You looked at him, gently slapping him. Steve gasped, panting softly as his blue eyes met your (E/C) ones.
"Welcome back." You muttered, standing up.
"What happened?" Natasha asked, looking at you with furrowed brows. She looked around the ship, standing.
"Where's Banner?" She asked with a frown. You rubbed the back of your neck, stepping aside so Steve could get up.
"He.. He and Stark are in the city. He hulked out." You told her, concern appearing on her features. Natasha cursed under her breath, though her mind seemed to be somewhere else. You turned towards the entrance, seeing Tony with Bruce. Clint returned with Thor, silence filling the air as Clint got the aircraft in the air. Clint motioned for you to get closer, a smile appearing on his face.
"You did amazing today." The praise made you smile, nodding as you glanced down at the ground. It had been your first real fight.
"Does that mean-"
"Not yet, we still need to work on some things. Soon enough, you'll be officially part of the team." Clint assured. You nodded, taking a seat nearby and sighing. Clint steered the ship to his home, landing it. The Avengers seemed confused at the unknown location but you happily got out of the aircraft. Clint chuckled, watching you head up to the house and enter.
"Honey? We've got company!" Clint called. Laura appeared from one of the rooms, smile widening.
"Hey, sweetie." Laura cooed, arms extending and wrapping around you. Both of you chuckled when the baby kicked.
"Someone's happy to see you too." Laura smiled, placing a hand on her belly before greeting Clint with a kiss.
"Gentlemen, this is Laura." Clint introduced her to the team. You enjoyed Laura's company. Her warmness was welcoming and she had been more than happy to take you in. Footsteps echoed lightly, preparing Clint to greet his kids. You smiled, watching them greet him. Natasha had been the only other one who knew about Clint's family. Lila gasped softly upon seeing you, quickly running towards you. You bent down, picking her up and chuckling.
"Miss me?" You asked, giving her a gentle hug. Laura looked over, smiling softly.
"Of course she missed they missed their cool big brother." Laura said, giggling softly when Lila noticed Natasha and happily went over to hug her. Cooper took Lila's spot, giving you a big grin. Thor suddenly left the house, Steve following.
"What have you been up to?" You asked, watching Coppers eyes light up. He grabbed your hand, pulling you along to his room. Laura and Clint hadn't officially adopted you but they were more than happy to do it. Once you were done with training, they were gonna get the papers and make you a Barton.
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what's the difference between what wanda did to those people in wandavision and what tony did with ultron?
I have so many asks about this. Hate asks, and people wondering what’s going on. This is the only one I’m answering.
Both of them are responsible for their actions. I’ve seen people try and take away either Tony’s responsibility for that or Wanda’s engagement and accountability. 
In Tony’s case, the Ultron program was supposed to be a global peacekeeping program to protect the people, acting as a suit around the world to prevent events like the Battle of New York. He was doing it in the name of peace and safety. Tony was rightfully scared because he was the only one who knew what was coming. Wanda intentionally enhanced that fear in him and this drove him to create Ultron with Bruce. He has responsibility for it. Same as Bruce. He owns up to this, he took full responsibility and agreed that they needed to be regulated. 
Tony Stark: A few years ago, I almost lost her, so I trashed all my suits. Then, we had to mop up HYDRA... and then Ultron. My fault.
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Tony Stark: There's no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check! Whatever form that takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, if we're boundary-less, we're no better than the bad guys.
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Tony Stark: That's good. That's why I'm here. When I realized what my weapons were capable of in the wrong hands, I shut it down and stop manufacturing.
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If people think he needs to be in jail for it, then I’m guessing the rest of the Avengers too since all of them have made mistakes and killed people too. As a matter of fact, after the events of Wandavision, I’m sure that Wanda should be in the Raft, but because she’s ‘a poor baby’ yall won’t think she deserves that. 
SPOILERS
It’s a big possibility that we don’t have all the info about what happened in Wandavision but we’re going to go with what we know so far. 
In Wanda’s case, she did it to appease her grief and pain, and I can understand why she would get to that point, she’s been through a lot and maybe she was about to lose her mind. Instead of recruiting Wanda after the Sokovia incident, they should’ve given this girl treatment for her mental health problems. She just lost her brother and passed through a very traumatic war zone, of course she needs assistance. Cap and Natasha were the ones responsible for her because they were training the ‘new’ avengers. Sam was with them and he used to be a counselor to veterans with PTSD. He could’ve helped Wanda with some of her traumas. As shown in the series, Wanda did the whole hex business before meeting Agatha, which means creating that little reality was all Wanda’s responsibility. Hayward and Agatha did exactly what Wanda did to Tony (and the avengers/other people) in AOU. They manipulated her and played with her emotional traumas. Hayward showed her Vision’s body parts and Agatha started to pull strings to know how Wanda did what she did and her real powers while orchestrating against her. 
Both of them have made mistakes. No one is better than the other. I don’t understand why some fans want to make someone responsible more than the other or blame one character for the other. While Wanda gave Tony that vision and pushed his self-destructive side to obsess over saving the world, he did create Ultron, what Tony didn’t predict was that the robot was going to corrupt itself. Same with Wanda, while Agatha and Hayward contributed to her trauma, she held hostage and isolated 3,892 people to create her perfect reality, ripping these people away from their identities and free will to fit her own fantasy. Don’t turn this into ‘omg poor her, it’s Tony fault that she’s this way'. I can’t believe I have to repeat this but you don’t see Peter Parker obsessively looking for the person who manufactured the gun instead of the criminal who actually killed Uncle Ben. Ridiculous that I have to repeat this example. 
Oh and about Vision’s body (damn yall have a gift to turn everything into Tony’s fault for some reason). I can’t believe some of you think Tony (while grieving for 5 years) would give Vision to Hayward. You’re either pulling stuff out of your asses or you didn’t pay attention to the show. Maria Rambeau founded and was the Director of S.W.O.R.D. In 2018 (when IW happened), this is where she came up with a new policy within S.W.O.R.D. to ground snapped agents in case they ever returned. Maria was diagnosed with cancer, then two years later (2020), she passed away. Then, Hayward was promoted to Director of S.W.O.R.D., in his first years (2020-2022) he refocused the organization’s work from extraterrestrial operations to robotics, nanotechnology and artificial intelligence, etc. There, that was the 5 years. Then in 2023 it’s when he started project Cataract, which revolved around rebuilding Vision as a sentient weapon. Tony was dead when this happened. How come yall don’t get this part? I don’t understand, do you really think his dead corpse signed some papers to give Vision to those people? LMAO
Instead of thinking Tony would give up Vision just like that, think (possibilities):
Maria was the head of S.W.O.R.D., she might have just been keeping his body safe without doing anything with him. Maybe she trusted Hayward and he, obviously, betrayed her because he’s turning her organization into something else after her death. 
One of the Sokovia Accords regulations states that the use of technology to bestow individuals (the term ‘enhanced individual’ in this book is defined as any person, human or otherwise, with superhuman capabilities) with innate capabilities is strictly regulated by the government, as is the use and distribution of highly advanced technology. Vision signed those accords ('I'm saying there may be a casualty. Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict... breeds catastrophe. Oversight...oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand’) The Avengers were no longer be a private organization and they operate under the supervision of the United Nations. This means they (UN) were the ones that referred Vision’s body to S.W.O.R.D., to a trustworthy leader, Maria. 
Vision died in Wakanda, not in New York. Tony was missing for 22 days after the snap, the rest of the avengers should’ve taken responsibility for his body.  
Why is it always Tony’s fault but never consider that other parties are also involved in this? 
I want to address some other asks with this one. I know some of you are angry because people are starting to blame Tony all over again, so a few things to remember:
Tony did not create the Accords. The Accords were the result of all the collective actions the Avengers have done in their superhero careers. All of them have made mistakes and the collateral damage of that was taken into consideration by the government and 117 countries around the world. He signed the accords because he knew that he could amend them with the support of the rest of the avengers and he knew about Thanos (something big was coming). 
Obadiah Stane (it’s so bizarre for me seeing that some people don’t know who this guy is, I’m guessing that the people who are watching Wandavision are too young to remember or didn’t watch the Iron Man movies at all which is highly probable) was the one selling weapons to the wrong people, not Tony. Obadiah was the CEO of Stark industries and became second-in-command for two decades. He grew jealous of Tony and began cooperating with the Ten Rings in Afghanistan, selling them Stark Industries weapons illegally. Imagine blaming all of it on Tony when Obadiah basically murdered thousands only because he felt a little green. If someone who you trust (he had no reasons to doubt Obadiah since he was like a second father-figure for him) does something behind your back (take into consideration that people like Pepper; who was Tony’s assistant and had knowledge of all of Tony’s activities and responsibilities, Rhodey; who was the liaison between the military in the department of acquisitions and Stark Industries, and Happy Hogan; who was his personal bodyguard and Head of Security of Stark Industries, didn’t know what Stane was doing either), how are you going to know about it? Tony trusted him. And when he realized what was going on he immediately stopped all of it. He worked hard to be better and people overlook that because they want other characters to look better. 
Don’t act like Tony was the only one assisting the military. All of the avengers assisted in one way or another. Natasha (who used to be an assassin) was in the Red Room, trained in the Black Widow Program in association with Leviathan and the Soviet Armed Forces, served for KGB, etc. Bruce Banner used to work for the United States government and was commissioned to create a super serum for them. Same goes with the rest, Sam, Clint, etc. Steve Rogers was a soldier lmaoooooooooooooo like, what happened to Tony with Obadiah happened to Steve with SHIELD/HYDRA in TWS. He trusted the people working in there (SHIELD), served for them, did missions for them and as soon as he found out what they were doing behind his back he turned against them. 
Knowing all of this, how is Tony always the villain for yall? I’m guessing because Tony’s popularity in the MCU, but still, aren’t yall tired of not understanding the plot and having people repeat it to you constantly? Watch the movies if you want to understand the franchise, people. Stop following the crowd. 
Also, Wanda is not a kid, she’s a 35 year old woman in Wandavision, she was 26 in AOU and 27 in CW. Hardly a child. Tony had almost her same age (38) when he realized Obadiah was selling illegal weaponry behind his back. The only reason people don’t fully forgive Tony is because 1. he’s a man and 2. he’s a billionaire. Even if Wanda was poor she still killed and hurt many people over the course of her life. Stop trying to make Tony the villain only to downplay Wanda’s actions. 
Both have killed people, both have made mistakes. They’re both responsible for them. 
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Every day, it feels like I've lost them again
Synopsis: Sam shouts at Zemo for the things he has done. Though Zemo doesn’t show it the words hurt him deeply. Later on the reader finds Zemo and talks to him about his past.
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Bit of angst, Sad Zemo, mentions to his family’s death and his attempted suicide
Author note: I had plans for another Zemo one shot but then I watched a sad Zemo edit which made me cry and here we are
Cross posted on my Ao3 account under the same name
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The streets seemed silent as you sadly walked home. The only sound was your footsteps dragging along the floor. The silence between all of you was piercing. Today had been an enormous failure, and you all were feeling it weighing down on you. Pushing down your hopes for things to improve. Zemo had somehow found out where the flag smashers would be, from a trusted source, he said, so you all went charging off to talk to them. It was a trap. Zemo didn’t know it was a trap either, though Sam still believed otherwise. You all had barely got out of there safely. It had been close, too close for your liking.
“There’s always tomorrow,” Zemo says, hating the stone cold silence coming from everyone.
“But there’s not,” Sam spits back angrily, “That was the one proper chance we could've had to talk to Kali, and we failed”
“You shouldn’t be so pessimistic,” Zemo argues back, rolling his eyes.
“Pessimistic. Are you for serious, pessimistic,” Sam says shaking his head at Zemo, “You hear this guy I’m the pessimistic one”
“Leave it Sam” Bucky mutters trying to push him along, but Sam refuses.
Sam steps towards Zemo, standing just a few centimeters away from his face, his eyes glaring daggers at him. Zemo stops walking, clenching his jaw and tilting his head to stare back at Sam, not breaking eye contact.
Both you and Bucky glance at each other, not really sure if you should stop this or let it happen.
“You could have led us to our deaths today, Zemo, which I am sure was your intention. You make it clear that you wouldn’t hesitate to see any of us off to our funerals. All because you got butt hurt about the avengers preventing Ultron from destroying the earth at the cost of your country.”
The breath leaves your mouth as the words slip out of Sam’s mouth. Your lips, slightly ajar, turn to look at Sam. He’s breathing heavily, glaring at Zemo. Zemo’s lips curled down into an angry frown and his eyebrows furrowed. You could see his fists curl up, something Bucky must have noticed as well, and he put a hand on Sam’s shoulder to pull him away from Zemo.
“Sam this isn’t the time”
Sam finally gives in and pulls back, but Zemo steps forward, grabbing onto his jacket. Bucky reaches for his gun, but Zemo waves his hand at him, motioning him not to.
“You don’t know the first thing about me, Sam.” is all he says, letting go of Sam’s jacket roughly and storming off.
It would be hours later till you saw him again. During that time your mind was often thinking back to Zemo. When you really thought about it, you realised you knew nothing about him. Heck, until recently you didn’t know he was a Baron. All you had been told was that he was a Sokovian who wanted to split the avengers up because of what they did to his country. Being a Baron, you supposed that made it more personal for him. Still, it felt like something was missing. Something didn’t add up.
You laid in one of the many guest rooms tossing and turning while all these thoughts flooded your mind. Eventually you gave up on the idea of ever getting sleep tonight and got up. If you weren’t sleeping, you might as well get some midnight snacks. Heading into the main room, you notice the door leading to the back was open, letting a chilly breeze float in.
Heading over to check it out, your eyes lie upon Zemo sitting on top of a fallen over tree trunk in the back patio, looking up at the night sky. His coat was wrapped around him to keep him warm, and his face was expressionless as he looked up to the night sky that was scattered with the stars. He hadn’t noticed you staring at him, his mind was far from where his body was.
After a few moments of just staring at him, you broke the silence, “Zemo?”
His head instantly snapped to you, surprised to have been caught unaware.
“Oh, hello y/n, can’t sleep?”
You shake your head, taking his question as an invitation to go over and sit next to him, “No, to many thoughts in my mind to go to sleep”
“Ah, a common problem for an insomniac”
“I assume you have similar reasons, since you are out hear”
He looks away from you, smiling weakly at the floor, “Yes something like that, sleep comes rarely to me”
Your eyes flutter down to the ground, not really sure what to say, “I’m sorry to hear that” you whisper
You both sit there in silence for a few minutes. It wasn’t an awkward silence like what you were used to. No. It was a comfortable silence. You were both thankful just to have someone beside you at that moment. You shudder slightly as the wind picks up, making the hairs on your arm stand up. Zemo notices and slowly shrugs off his coat, placing it around you. You smile politely up at him in thanks.
“May I ask what your thoughts were?” Zemo asks gently, glancing back over to you
“You probably think it was about our failure, right?” you say and Zemo nods his head slightly
“They weren’t, actually. I didn’t suspect us to accomplish anything. It seemed to good to be true. No, I was thinking about what happened after. Between you and Sam”
Zemo’s face instantly shifted, his mouth pulling into a frown and his eyebrows furrowing, “Ah” is all he says
“What Sam said was way out of line. I can’t understand the pain you must feel about losing Sokovia”
Zemo hums to let you know he heard but doesn’t say anymore, his gaze just returns to the sky.
You didn’t want to push him too far. Over this time you had gotten to know him and almost considered him a friend, but you couldn’t help but be curious. You wanted to know more about him.
“But there’s more isn’t there. Something we don’t know,” you say gently
You can see him swallow and his fingers dig into his palms as he tenses at your question.
After a moment he finally responds, “Yes, you’re right. I... I had a family who died that day. My father, wife and child. I told them to go out of the city to the countryside. That was where my father lived, you see. I had to stay behind as I was a part of this Sokovian kill squad. Even as royalty, I still had duties. I had faith in the avengers. They would sort everything out. But they didn’t. When the battle was one they just returned home, leaving us with the hard task of finding all the dead. I assumed my family would be safe, yet it took me two days after to find their bodies.”
Your body gets overwhelmed with coldness as you hear his story. The memories of the battle flooded your mind and you could feel a bitterness creep into your mouth. You could have stayed behind to help. Why didn’t you? Your eyes water slightly as you sympathise with him and feel the guilt lie on your soul.
“Oh god Zemo, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked,” you are quick to respond
“No...it’s okay. If I didn’t want to tell you, I wouldn’t have said anything”
You look up to the night sky and reflect over his words. All the pain that Zemo must feel, holding onto, and you did not know. None of you did. You were sure if Sam knew he wouldn’t have said the things he did. You knew what Zemo did was wrong, but damn you couldn’t help but empathise with him.
“If you want…” you start, hoping what you were choosing to ask wouldn’t be going too far, “would you like to tell me about them?”
Zemo finally looks away from the sky, his eyes looking to the ground. He swallows again, slightly sniffing before speaking.
“My Son, Carl, he was four when he... when he died. He always did this cute thing where if he didn’t like the food on his plate he would pretend he was gifting the food to you to show his love for you”
You chuckle slightly thinking about it, “That does sounds cute”
“He was the most precious thing in existence. He always wanted a sibling like his friends had. He loved the idea of being an older brother. Every morning when the mail arrived, he asked if he had a brother or sister delivered to him. Me and my wife… we were planning on having more kids. We knew he would've made the best big brother. We hoped for a girl, you know, to even things out”
“What was she like?”
“She was so beautiful. Like the goddess Venus. Many men tried to win her affection, but she settled for me. I had never felt like a luckier man. She was so kind, so generous, so loving. My perfect angel”
The tears that had been threatening to fall from Zemo’s eyes broke the dam and fell down his cheeks.
“If I could, I would give up everything I have, everything I own just to hold them in my arms again”
A sob breaks out of him and he holds his hand up to his mouth as his eyes crinkle up as more tears fall. He tries to wipe them away, but he can’t stop crying. You put your arm around him and pull him into a hug which he gladly accepts. He wraps his arms around you and buries his head into your shoulder as he sobs.
“I miss them so much”
You say nothing, just rub your hand on his back reassuringly. He takes a few minutes before he speaks again.
“I tried to end my life after I completed my revenge. So I didn’t have to live another day without them. But I failed. I spent the next seven years without them. And everyday it feels like I’ve lost them again,”
“What do you plan to do… after we have finished here?”
You can feel Zemo’s body tenses in your arms as you ask that question, “I think you know, y/n”
You pull back from him to look into his blood-shot eyes. “Zemo, I know this is so very hard for you, but please don’t. I know with your wit and cunning you can think of a way to escape all of this safely. I will not pretend to know your wife, but if she is anything like what you have told me about, I’m sure she wouldn’t want you to either. She would want you to find some happiness in life,”
Zemo finally moves away from you, standing up off the tree log and taking one last look at the sky before then looking back at you. He’d stopped crying by now but the tear stained cheek and dark under eyes were evidence of what had just occurred. The side of his lip tried to twitch up into a slight smile but it faltered,
“Thank you, y/n”
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Pairing: Bucky x Stark!reader
Warnings: angst, soft smut, fluff, fighting
Words: 2862
“Y/N? Where are you?” no response.
“Friday? Would you be so kind as to tell me where my little sister is running around?” 
“Of course, boss. She is currently sitting in the garden, reading a book.” 
“Thanks Friday.”
Tony headed out to talk to his sister. 
“There you are. Please come inside. We have to talk.”
“Alright. I’m coming.” you smiled up at your big brother. 
He was everything to you. Y/N had been born in 1990 and had not exactly been planned. A year later your parents had died and Tony was left alone with an infant. Fortunately he was wealthy enough to have nannies looking after you as long as he was still in college. 
But the time you did spend together was thoroughly enjoyed. Everytime he was home he took you to the zoo, swimming or you just celebrated your lives. 
All in all Tony Stark was the best brother anyone could have wanted. 
Then he was kidnapped and became Iron Man. And Y/N was in the middle of it all. Tony tried to keep you away from it all but that didn’t work very well. You had begged him time and time again to make a suit for you too but he refused. Fortunately you were as technically talented as he was, copied Tony’s files for his suit, made some modifications and built it. 
Yours was purple and silver instead of red and gold and it had some other nice gadgets which would probably prove useful. 
When you took the first flying test outside the tower you didn’t really care that you were probably going to get caught. 
And of course the moment you landed again Tony busted you.
“Y/N. What were you thinking? You could have gotten hurt.” he was worried.
“But I didn’t. You really have very little trust in my abilities. I flew didn’t I? And I used your plans and software. I even have Friday on my ears at all times.” you rolled your eyes at your brother.
“I can’t decide if I should be angry or proud.” he muttered. “I trust you and your skills but please let me ease my conscience and have a look over your work before you go flying again.” he asked.
“Alright, if that calms you down, sure.” you smiled and hugged your brother.
“So what is this about?” you asked him.
“I am throwing a party tonight to celebrate taking down the hydra base and recovering the scepter.” he beamed.
“And I am invited?” 
“Of course. Wear something nice.” he instructed and left you alone in the entryway. 
Y/N prepared half the afternoon for the spectacle and looked your best when evening rolled around. You hung at the bar with Natasha and Bruce, let Thor and Rhodey tell their war stories and sat around the table while everyone tried to lift Mjölnir and failed miserably.
Then suddenly a mangled Iron legion droid came walking through the door saying strange stuff and ending up attacking everyone. You were just so able to jump behind the bar and duck down. After that you promised yourself that you would never feel that helpless again. You wanted to be in the thick of it all. 
When the dust settled everyone was really confused. The peacekeeping program Ultron had “killed” Jarvis and taken off into the world wide web. 
“What did just happen?” Rhodey asked while Thor was on the way searching for Ultron.
After a battle with Ultron and the Maximoff twins, where everyone seemed to have lost their minds at one point or another and the Hulk destroying half a town while Tony tried to stop him, you made it out alive and had to disappear and landed with Clint’s family. 
You stayed there for a while and then left for Seol to retrieve the crate with the human print inside.
In the end you had a new addition to the team and a devastating fight against machines in Sokovia. 
Everyone was upset after that. Sokovia was destroyed, many civilians had died and Hulk was MIA. Thor left too to shine some light onto the appearances of the infinity stones.
You stayed at the newly built compound to start your official training with Vision, Wanda and Sam.
Some time later things escalated in Lagos with Rumlow and a biological weapon. After that everyone was suddenly afraid of Wanda although she was just as scared. 
A day later you were walking through the hallways, passing some office and conference rooms on your way to the gym. You were lost in thought when you heard your brother's voice. At first you wanted to storm in and surprise him but then you heard him talking.
“She isn’t actually my sister, Steve. She’s my daughter. Y/N is my daughter. I’ve never told anyone before I couldn’t-” the rest was not heard by Y/N because you had dropped your towel and run towards your room. 
The next few days you just couldn’t face your father. That was so strange to think. You never said it out loud. Y/N felt so betrayed. Why did he never tell you? Of course he had been relatively young when you were born but he still could have been honest with you. Did he not want to be seen as your father? Were you such a disappointment? And over all of that stood the question after your mother. Who was she? What happened to her? Why did she not want to meet you? All those thoughts rushed through your brain and you couldn’t stop the nagging feeling that Tony didn’t want to admit the truth to you because you weren’t worth it. 
The bad thoughts did not leave you alone anymore. You had nightmares and isolated yourself from everyone during the days. 
Although everyone was constantly asking you what was wrong, you couldn’t tell them.
Until the day Natasha and Pepper waltzed into your room, overriding Friday’s authority. 
“Hey Y/N. We noticed that you have been by yourself a lot lately, not letting anyone in anymore. So tell us, what is going on with you? You know you can trust us.” Pepper added the last part after seeing you hesitating. And finally you caved in.
“I overheard Tony and Steve talk a few days ago. He said something I need time to process for.”
“What did he say that shocked you so much?” Nat asked.
“All my life I thought he was my brother. He’s been my rock. We went through thick and thin and then I find out that he lied to me all these years.”
“What do you mean he’s not your brother?” Nat pressed further.
“He told Steve that he’s actually my father.” the girls looked at you dumbfounded and it got eerie quiet.
“You sure you heard that right?”
“Of course I am sure. I’m not deaf!” you said a little enraged.
“And I gather you have not talked to him about it yet, have you?” Pepper had a calming nature especially when she put her hand on Y/N arm.
“No I haven’t. I couldn’t. What if it is somehow my fault that he didn’t tell me? What if he doesn’t consider me good enough to be his daughter?” you started to sob quietly.
“Hey, look at me Y/N. If anything it is the other way around. Under all that confident exterior he is actually very insecure and I am sure that he just didn’t want you to be disappointed to have him as a father.” Pepper ensured you.
“You really think so?” you sniffed looking up at her.
“I do. You should talk to him.” she encouraged you.
“Maybe I should tell him that I know and see how he reacts.”
But before you could go forward with your plan Friday alerted you and Nat to come to the conference room because the Secretary of defense had arrived to talk about something 
 The fights in Sokovia and Lagos had been PR nightmares and the government and the UN did not want to stand by anymore. The Avengers had to bow to the law and sign the Sokovia accords or they would be forced to retire. They were given a few days to think about it and talk this through. 
After long discussions the team split in two. Which led to the situation at hand. 
Your dad had grounded you together with Wanda after you had voiced your opinion that you thought Steve was right. Well, when Clint came to pick up Wanda you stuck to them and flew to Germany. Steve was kinda surprised when he saw you get out of the car at the airport but he thought you were old enough to make your own decisions. 
Well, it ended in a really bad fight in the middle of the runway. In the end you made it out with Steve and Bucky and flew to Siberia under Steve's protest.  
“So you’ve been Steve’s friend since childhood, hm?” you asked Bucky while still in the air.
“Yep. Known him forever. And you are Stark’s kid?” he asked back.
“So Steve told you. Yes it seems to be true although my whole life I thought he was my big brother. He lied to me so I’m not very happy with him at the moment. Kicking his ass has been a nice change for once.” you smiled at Bucky sadistically.
“You are a sick little thing, doll!” he laughed out loud.
 You landed not much later but you had to admit the crush that had already developed towards Bucky. 
And then Zemo happened and that stupid tape.
Were you the only one wondering why the hell there was a security camera in the middle of nowhere on an abandoned street exactly at that point where your grandparents car was forced to crash? And all that in the early 90’s? 
Tony did not want to think rationally at that point so he started a fight against Steve and Bucky. You stood by. Too in shock to do anything. The only thing you knew was that it was not Bucky’s fault your grandparents had died but hydras. 
You snapped out of your trance when Tony shot Bucky’s arm off. Then it was your moment to jump between your dad and Steve.
“Stop it, dad! Think for one moment!” he was startled for a moment because he wasn’t used to hearing you say that. 
“You know?” he asked and his helmet slid back.
“Yes, I do. I overheard you and Steve the other day.” you spoke silently. “Sorry I did not talk about this with you earlier but I was just so upset about the fact that you didn’t tell me. Am I such a disappointment that you thought I wasn’t good enough to be your daughter?” you asked him with tears in your eyes.
“What? Of course not! You, Y/N, are the best thing that has ever happened to me. It was me who felt not man enough to be your dad. In the beginning when you suddenly appeared on my doorstep I panicked and thought I could have never lived up to the responsibility of a father. So I became your fun big brother to save you and me from disappointment. At some point I just felt that I had missed the point of telling you without the fear of consequences. So I stuck with the lie. I never meant to hurt you and I hope you can forgive me. I love you so much.” 
That explanation was enough for you to jump into your fathers arms and hug him close. 
“I love you 3000, dad. And can we now please get out of here? Bucky doesn’t deserve to die. Can you maybe see that he was controlled and hates himself as much for what Hydra made him do as you hate him? He is actually a really nice guy and like a brother to Steve and you know Steve, would he have bad friends? Also Buck needs help, physical and psychological. So please dad let us help him. He’s a war hero after all.” you finished your plaidoyer.  
Your dad just stared at you but in the end took a deep breath and said: “let’s get home. I can’t do anything here.”
Outside you met King T’Challa who was holding Zemo in his grasp. He was gonna bring him to the CIA and then fly home to bury his father. He also promised to help with Bucky’s recovery because Wakanda had the most advanced technology to heal anything. 
For months you stayed in Wakanda, which was pretty beautiful by the way, to maybe help Bucky recover step by step. 
That’s also how you became close. You went for walks and to his therapy sessions together. The latter also because you thought you could use some talking about your life too. 
At first he had wanted to go back into cryo but you had convinced him that that wasn’t necessary. In the beginning your dad had called you everyday to check in but he had stopped after a particularly annoyed outburst on your side. 
“Bucky you alright?” you asked him one night after he had come home from his private session with Ayo.
When you saw his face you noticed the big tears leaking down his face.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” you asked scared this time.
Without saying a word he just walked up to you hugging you close to his chest and kissing you intently. 
“You know how much I love you, right?” he whispered.
“Of course. but what happened with Ayo that has you this shaken?” you were persistent.
“I’m free, baby. She said all the trigger words and nothing happened. I’m free.” he repeated as if not believing it himself yet.
You started crying, too at that moment. You knew how much that meant to him, hell how much it meant to you. He had full control of his life back. 
“I’m so proud of you babe. You deserve this so much. The past is finally behind you and we can start into a new future.”
“I love you.” he whispered into your hair and started kissing down your neck.
“Oh, okay. So that’s where you are going. Hmm, I like that. But let’s go inside first.”
You pushed him backwards until you reached the hut and inside your bed. You pushed him down and straddled his lap. He grabbed the seams of your blouse and tore it down the middle so the buttons flew in every direction. 
“Someone is needy, hm?” you whispered while grinding down on his boner. 
“Need you so bad.” he murmured 
“You know I would give you everything. Come and take what you want. I swear I won’t break.” you kissed him intensely again before he threw you around and you landed with your back on the mattress. 
The next thing he did was rid you both of your clothing. The look on his face was absolutely feral. 
“Need to breed you baby. Fuck a baby in you.” he groaned and your pussy clenched around nothing.
“Gotta prepare you first.” he slurred just as he pushed a finger into your dripping wet cunt.
And the moment his tongue touched your aching clit you came with a cry. But he didn’t stop there. No. He kept on flicking your nub with his tongue and added a second finger to stretch your walls for his girth.
“Getting you nice and wet, baby.” he moaned. When he hit that particular spot you arched your back and pushed your pussy further into his face. It didn’t take long for you to come again. You drenched his face in your juices which he happily licked off of his face.
He climbed up your body and on the way nipped at your breasts and left hickies on your neck. 
“I can’t hold on any longer. Gotta be inside you.” those words were the last warning before he breached your entrance and pushed his massive length inside your tight channel.
“Oh, fuck Bucky. So big. Shit.” you moaned loudly which seemed to spur him on.
He pummeled into you with all the force he could muster.
His blissed out face was all you ever wanted to see again.
His rhythm got erratic. You put your hand in his hair and coaxed him “Let go baby. We’ll be fine. I love you so much.” 
That was all it took for him to lose it and he spilled deep inside you.
He collapsed on top of you and then rolled to the side, not to crush you. You winced when he pulled out.
“That was amazing.” you breathed out. “Yeah. Best sex I ever had.” he agreed. 
You two lovebirds spent 6 more weeks in Wakanda. Then Bucky got his vibranium arm and you left Wakanda to go back to New York. No matter what you told yourself, you did miss your dad. 
But you definitely promised to come back every time you got the chance. 
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tnystrk-exe · 3 years
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Repentance
Your choices led you here.
AN: Honestly I couldn’t get the idea for the last scene out of my head.
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“Alright team,” you heard Cap through your ear piece, “time to go home.”
And you did. Without a second thought.
Tony had sent out a relief squad and different aids for people. He had hoped to help. There was no after party this time around. But you understood why. Especially after finding him in his lab, staring longingly at a bottle of scotch, a screen of names scrolling past. The mission had put him through enough to want to cancel his promise of good behavior.
You walked over to him. Replacing the bottle with a cup of coffee you had brought down. “Tony, you did what you thought was right.”
“That’s not enough for them… their families. For what? A fucking whim of ours?”
“I know,” you sighed, walking over to a sink and pouring out the bottle, “I think about it too. What we could have done. What shouldn’t have. But in the moment with you, Bruce, and I all in the lab it felt right.”
“You saw the recording of New York. How couldn’t I try, something? Anything.”
A shiver went up your spine as you remembered the helmet’s footage. As much as the team had done. It would have all been over if that ship had touched ground. “We need protection,” you confirmed, “but maybe not an A.I.. Honestly, we’re probably just going to have to rely on finding good people. You should look for them instead of…”
“Are you still going to that memorial?”
“Yeah, but not as an Avenger.”
-
Then it all happened. After Sokovia, you all knew in a way that pulling at the right thread would tear the fabric of the team apart. Too many conflicting thoughts. Placing blame on one another. The Accords. Not wanting to be held down by a contract even though you could work your way through to the top if you could play your cards right.
None of you had ever imagined it would end like this. Broken apart. Teared open and bruised.
You had found Tony using the suites intertwined tracking systems. A tape played on repeat. The Winter Soldier, murdering two people. On a second viewing, you finally realized who exactly they were. Bile rose up your throat, you needed to find him. That just left finding him as Steve had left him. Cut up, tears- that you wouldn’t dare mention- streaked his face as he angrily shoved off pieces of his suit. A wound he had tried desperately to heal ripped open again with betrayal to act as salt.
You didn’t take away his bottle that night. Hell, you joined him.
-
“I’m still against this, YN,” Tony sighed, looking at you with that tired look of his, “Why?”
“I don’t know, Tone. It just feels like something I need to do. For myself more than anything.” You placed the last of your things in the suitcase. “As much as I hate what he’s done. There are things I can understand.”
“He broke us apart.”
“We were already divided. As much as we tried to be a family, do all this shit together… The second there was pressure we went into our normal fractions. Honestly, it’s a damn wonder we trusted Double Agent over there.”
He nodded, understanding that you had made a couple of points. “That was a bad call, but hey you can’t win everytime. ...I’m glad you chose this side if anything.”
“Yeah sap, what would I do without your cash?” You joked, “We’re in this together old man. Thick and thin. You know that. Anyways, by the time I come back, I fully expect a ring on Pep’s finger.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Hap’s been waiting for you for the past hour. Get going, come back safe and all that jazz.”
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Walking through the prison was nerve wrenching. Honestly, even though you had planned out the trip, you really didn’t expect him to agree to the visitation. You followed the guard down the long, dim corridors, not knowing exactly what you’d do or why you were there.
“Here you are. Everything is being monitored.” With that he opened the door and slammed it shut behind you.
“Zemo,” you greeted when you laid sight on the man.
“Avenger,” he said it more as an insult, “To what do I owe the displeasure?”
“I owe you an apology,” you stated simply, “I really am. What you went through, it wasn’t anything I expected to happen.”
“I can accept it if that's what you wish, however what use does it have for me, really? You people do as you wish without a thought of what happens to others. People get hurt and killed. Then you’d all go home, back to your obnoxious towers and celebrate that none of you were killed. How many have taken your place?”
“That’s fair,” you nodded, looking at the ground, “I deserve that.”
“Did you celebrate the destruction Tony Stark created?”
You laughed humorlessly, “He always gets all the credit for that, probably because of the tin foil wrapping. It’s a shared burden, I’m afraid, Bruce and I worked just as hard to create Ultron. No. We didn’t celebrate.”
“Then we’re even. You took my family, I tore yours apart.”
“It’s not the first I’ve lost. Knowing my luck it isn’t the last.”
He tilted his head, signaling you to go on.
“We were some dumb kids at the time, maybe 16 or so. The community we lived in was an absolute shithole. Things would get swept under the rug. People would get hurt, killed, used for fun, just because that’s what people felt like doing. So what are a group of good for nothing orphans going to do, none of us really had much hope. We became vigilantis of sorts using ourselves as bait regularly. Did what we had to do. But we were young, dumb and things always have a way of catching up with you.”
“I’m very sorry for the pain you experienced in your youth.”
“Like you said…” you shook away the memories,you weren’t here to rehash those years, “The point is Zemo, I need you to know I do feel for you. I’ve looked into you and you were a good man, probably still are under all the pain. When we made Ultron we had hopes for the best, after what happened in 2012, we all knew something bigger would happen. Tony and I share that, we get paranoid, but how can’t you be when shit hits the fan like that,” you snapped, “It was just a matter of how, when, if we’d be prepared… and in all of that we failed. So honed in to the details of what we could do, we were blinded to what we would cause. Zemo, no amount of forgiveness would ever clear me of the guilt of just how badly we failed you.”
Zemo stared at you, searching for any sign that this was all just a show. When he finally decided you were sincere he gave you a nod.
“There’s something I want to ask of you…”
-
That’s how you found yourself in Zemo’s family grave. Each step brought you closer to three of the deaths you helped cause. His son was in between his wife and father. The bag of sweets at your side was held limply as you found your way to the right grave.
“Hey, buddy,” you set the Turkish delights on the grave, “Your father said he’s sorry, he couldn’t do this for you this year. But don’t worry, I’ll pick it up for him.”
A shuddered breath escaped you as you thought about the child in the ground. Only able to conjure up a picture of a younger looking Helmut Zemo. A soft round face, light brown hair that was combed neatly just to be messed up seconds later, eyes that questioned everything in the world around him. He should’ve been wreaking havoc, running throughout the home with his father chasing after the excited child. Instead of here, where your choices had placed him.
Sitting down on the ground you fished out the book Zemo had instructed you to get, “Now, I believe your father said he had been really excited to read this one to you. It was one of his favorites.”
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zemodaddy · 3 years
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Hey so i finally completed the first chapter of the zemo x reader fanfic. Make sure to read the authors note at the end and i hope you enjoy.!
Synopsis:
Y/n is an ex-avenger who, after the blip was forced to work for the US government. You trained to be an assassin/spy and your gifts of wielding flames made you invaluable. When you were assigned to follow Bucky you find him helping Helmut Zemo escape from his prison cell. What is he up to? Should you stop him?
Warnings: violence, lots of swearing, angst, fluff and in later chapters extreme acts of hatred towards John Walker :)
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Shades of Him
They replaced him. They replaced him with a random guy and stuck Steve’s shield on him. You were staring at the TV in disbelief. You thought of Steve like a brother and he definitely wouldn’t have wanted this.
After the blip you had no job, the avengers pretty much all separated and that left you without anything to do, and that meant no income and no income meant no home or food. You couldn’t exactly find a normal job because most people were afraid of you. A trained assassin and spy who could wield flames wasn’t really considered normal. That left you with no choice but to accept the deal the US government offered you. Do their dirty work and you wont end up homeless.
Your newest mission was to track Bucky to make sure he followed the rules set upon him for his pardon. You are close to him, like you were close to Steve. Hiding the fact that you were following him everywhere he went was kind of hard but you managed. You had to manage.
So finding him and Sam visiting a German prison kind of surprised you. Had this got to do with his therapy? Surely not. They left around an hour later and from then nothing more suspicious happened. A quick google search and a deep dive into some public records showed that a high security prisoner resided at this prison. Not just anyone. Zemo.
Interesting you thought. Later that night you followed Bucky and Sam to an old garage. You waited outside for 5 minutes before entering, trying to keep to the shadows of the room. The two men seemed to be in the midst of a heated discussion. “You want Zemo to help us?” Sam looks exasperated. Bucky looks a bit apprehensive as he says “Look let me walk you through a hypothetical, can I do that?” He begins to explain an elaborate escape plan for Zemo. Your mind was wizzing with thoughts as you tried to figure out your next move. He really isn’t in the right headspace, same old Bucky, you roll your eyes. “What are you guys doing?” You step out of the darkness. The two seemed to jump out of their skin, clearly not expecting you to be there.
“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Bucky asks. They both looked so shocked by your sudden appearance that you had to suppress a laugh. “I was following you.” He doesn’t look happy. “YOU WERE FOLLOWING ME?” He raises his voice. You weren’t scared because you knew he loved you really. Keeping the same tone as him you shout back “YES AND YOU’RE HELPING A CRIMINAL” “I SAID HYPOTHETICALLY DIDN’T I”. Sam looks like he could start laughing any moment. You weren’t even sure if you should laugh or arrest them. Suddenly your phone buzzes. “Then please explain to me why I just got a message saying that ZEMO HAS ESCAPED FROM PRISON?” Sam looks mad now. “You’re kidding me Bucky” he says. “Look we don’t have any other leads, we were at a dead end.”
You knew that the two were looking for information on the new super soldiers serum. “He blew up the UN, he killed king T’Chaka!” Before Bucky could reply to Sams argument, the sound of a door shutting sounds through the garage and guess who walks in. Helmut fucking Zemo. Your hand flies immediately to the dagger on the side of your thigh. “Woah woah woah” Sam starts walking towards him as Bucky tries to hold him back. Too bad he didn’t see you slip past them and push Zemo against the wall with said dagger against his throat. “Your going back to prison” you pass him a sickly sweet smile. He looked surprised by you holding him against that wall but didn’t fight back. Not with the blade in your hand starting to heat up against his skin. “y/n let him go” Bucky looks frustrated.
“He can lead us closer to the serum, just let him breath for a second” Zemo did start to look a little breathless. Good, he should be scared of you. Reluctantly you let him go. He starts to talk “if I may”. At the same time the three of you go “NO”. He looked a little displeased by the response but didn’t have any other option but to oblige. “Apologies”. After further debating and a lot of disagreements you and Sam finally agree to trust Zemo.. for the time being anyways. “Alright Zemo, where do we start”
You mentally set a reminder to always have an eye on Zemo, how could you not with a guy like him. He seemed to be sending you anxious glances in return, which to be fair you did nearly choke him to death. He leads you to a large warehouse containing numerous cars of different ages, sizes and colours. Probably stolen you think. After grabbing a case full with clothes for zemo you all head to an airstrip. In the middle of which was a private jet. You look at it in awe. “So you were rich all this time?” Sam asks. “I’m a baron Sam, my family was royalty before your friends destroyed my country”. Shit. Those cars weren’t stolen then..
The mention of his country makes you think back to that battle against ultron. You were very tempted to leave the avengers after nearly wiping out the entirety of a population of a country. But they convinced you to stay, where else could you have gone anyway? You think a little longer about the aftermath, when you helped after the battle with the injured, and loved ones finding their dead. It was one of the saddest moment of your life, until the blip. No one else helped from the avengers, they didn’t even visit the memorial..
“Y/n you coming?” Sam was saying from the top of the stairs. Lost in thought you were stood in front of the plane. Maybe I should stop getting distracted you thought. Entering the jet the seats on the right were already occupied by Sam and Bucky, leaving the only other seat opposite Zemo free. Great. As a gentle reminder you check your dagger on your thigh, almost like a warning that if he tries anything he’ll know what’s coming. Zemo swallows looking where it would be and ask his butler person for a drink. Was that his butler or the pilot? Rich people problems you thought. The plane sets off and you look out of the window daydreaming a little.
The other three talk lightly until the mention of Buckys list, which ends in zemo being choked yet again. You smile a little, enjoying the mini acts of revenge for the people he’s hurt and killed. You feel a bit sleepy but then they start to discuss where you were going. “Do we want to live in a world full of people like the red skull” Zemo shakes his head lightly “that’s why we’re going to Madripoor”. Confused, Bucky explains the place’s history in the Indonesian archipelago. “It’s kept its lawless ways but we cannot go in as our selves” Zemo says. Uh oh that can’t be good.
You were right. Zemo had handed you a bag full of clothes and a pair of heels. You stared at yourself in the full length mirror that resided in the toilets. “You have got to be kidding me” you say aloud. Your were wearing a dark purple silky dress that reached only just halfway down your thigh. It exposed most of your arms, shoulders and a lot of your chest. Thankfully there was a black leather jacket in the bag too, however on the shoulders sat a blanket of fur, similarly to Zemos coat that he took from the warehouse. Your heels were also purple. You thank the lord you took the time to train in heels too because you never know when the situation arises when you happen to find yourself in those monstrous shoes.
“This” you point at yourself “is not happening”. “Ah my baroness has arrived” Zemo says, amusement glinting in his eyes. You glared at the word ‘baroness’. “Here put this on darling, to finish it off”. He holds what seems to be a lipstick in his hand. You already knew what shade it was before taking it from him. “Do you have some thing for purple or is that just me?” Sam and Bucky both laughed.
You had to admit, the dress didn’t look bad, in fact it looked expensive. To say you were uncomfortable was an understatement, not necessarily for what you were wearing, but for the hand now draped around your waist. Zemos hand. He said that no matter what, you couldn’t break character. Bucky was playing the role as the winter soldier; you felt bad for him, the memories this must bring up. You can’t even begin to imagine. Sam however, wore an extravagant and abstract red suit that kind of looked like a dress. It was funny to see his reaction to which he comments that he looked like a “pimp”.
A car pulls up beside you and you all pile in. Of course you were sat next to zemo in the back. After around five minutes you arrive in lowtown. A place where you could apparently find a gall called Selby. That hand snaked back around you as you intermingle with the crowded streets. The high density of the crowd forced you even closer to Zemos side leaving practically no space between you now. You could feel his warm body against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. He looks down on you. His eyes seem to be softer now than they were before and he gives you a quick kiss on the temple as if to reassure you that you’re safe. You tried to keep yourself from shaking him off of you but as you carried on walking, you got used to him a bit more. Sam and Bucky followed the two of you, both with grim faces.
Finally, you come to a bar, most people around you watching carefully as you all enter. Zemo orders the both of you a shot and Sam gets his usual. This turned out to be something containing whatever the barman cutout of a snake. The sight of it made your stomach drop, and to your astonishment, Sam actually drank it. He looked like he wanted to be sick but, no matter what he had to stay in character. Bucky gave a slight nod, he didn’t get a drink, not as the winter soldier.
You had let it be known of who you wanted to see and as you waited a man came up behind Zemo and you. He immediately guided you away from this man so he was in front of you and Zemo in front of the man. He knew you could hold your own, you had made that clear already, but he wanted to protect you. For the act of course. “You ain’t welcome here” the man stated, placing a hand roughly on zemos shoulder as he turned to face him. “I have no business with the powerbroker, but if he insists he can either talk to me” Zemo points at Bucky. His hand then slipped to yours, holding it tightly. “Or bring Selby for a chat”. The man looks displeased and walks away. You had many things you wanted to say to Zemo at this moment, but sticking to your character was more important. As he continued to grip your hand, other men started to menacingly prowl towards you all. Zemo gave Bucky the order to attack and so he did. A fight quickly broke out between them all but Bucky was far too strong for them all. This ended in Bucky holding one of the guys that remained standing against the bar table. Finally someone called to say selby was ready to see your group. This was going to be interesting.
Notes
Okay i left this on a little bit of a cliffhanger but the next chapter should be out in a day or so. This is my first fanfic i have published so I’m interested to see what everyone thinks. If there’s any spelling or grammar mistakes then umm you didn’t see anything. I hope you enjoyed!
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