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Little Flame

Summary: Annoying siblings have more perks than you think.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Pyrokinetic!Reader

Genre: Fluff and Angst

Warnings: Age of Ultron fight scenes, fire, blood, mention of addiction, mind games, explosions, more blood, more fire, and use of Arcane scenes that are so gay it made my heart pound.

Requested: YES/no

Words: 5,671

A/N: The warnings were made in late night shenanigans, so please tell me if there are any actual warnings I’ve missed! :) (You also have super strength)

You were the first one to question Ultron’s motives out of your siblings. Pietro wanted revenge on Tony Stark whilst Wanda, like always, followed in his footsteps. You, however, were concerned. You didn’t want to hurt anybody - you’d done enough of that in HYDRA.

But you had nowhere else to go except with your siblings.

Standing behind Ultron, you noticed the three men standing on the bridge as Thor, Captain America and Iron Man. You didn’t listen to your siblings ramble, rather, the hairs on your arms stood up.

“Holy shit, their eyes.” You heard Tony mumble whilst your eyes turned purple, thermal vision replacing your normal settings as you looked around you.

You could see Klaue’s men underneath the bridge and the pool of warm blood that leaked from their leader’s chopped arm. Above you, you could see through the metal as a masculine shape stood with something cold in his arms whilst a feminine shape stood on the opposite side.

“Y/N, no fire today.” Wanda muttered to you and your eyes returned to normal, seeing the explosives beneath you.

“Obviously.” You mumbled.

In truth, you were the most controlled in your abilities out of all three of you. You went down the path of addiction when you found out that you could click your fingers and turn them into lighters, making the consumption of HYDRA’s drugs a lot easier. After three years battling for control over yourself, you had the calmest presence out of your siblings.

Your thoughts stopped as you leapt out of the way of the incoming fire of the Captain America shield, gripping it easily before you threw it back at him.

“All three are enhanced! Repeat, all three are enhanced!” Steve spoke into his comms and watched you leap up over your siblings, punching his shield as it rang out like a church bell.

“Kid, you’re not going to win this.”

“Really? Because I think I will.” You grinned, making your hands coated with a single layer of fire as you burnt his suit with every punch.

You only did enough damage to put him out of the fight for a few minutes, but the sound of your brother’s yell had you spin around to see him land harshly on the lower level.

“Pietro!” You called for him, but gunfire around you was too quick for you.

You caught a bullet to the leg and howled in pain, moving into the shadows and a few metres away from Steve himself. Your eyes lit up purple again and you saw the men surrounding the place, forcing yourself to see normally as you tried to stand.

“Easy, kid. Stay down, I’ll get you out of here-”

You watched him get blasted by a harsh red tendril and you looked to see your sister kneeling in front of you. “Hand.” She held hers out and you took it, feeling the pain receptors get cut off in your mind with a few red wisps.

“Okay. Okay, I’m good.” You stood up as she pulled the bullet out, following behind her.

One by one, you took down Thor and Steve before you saw gunmen come behind you, wrenching a rod of metal off of the shipwreck as a bat to use against them. Once they were all down, you caught up with your sister to see her whipping a red tendril into a redhead’s mind.

You knew the difference between the tendrils and the wisps. Malice and benevolence.

“Wanda!” You hissed, pushing her away from the redhead.

“What?” She scowled.

“We don’t hurt those who aren’t hurting us. Don’t you remember Papa’s rule?”

“Papa is dead, Y/N, get over yourself.” She hissed, making her way to find Pietro.

You knelt down in front of the redhead and read the nametag on her gun holster - Natasha Romanoff.

“Hi, Natasha. Uh… I’m Y/N, and I’m going to help you get out of here, okay?” You looked down at your hands and cursed your sister for warping her mind.

Immediately, you felt a sharp pain in your head and fire spat from your hands in reaction, creating a circle around you and Natasha that you soon dissipated. Wanda was hurt, but you felt a slight pang of karma hit your chest. You noticed that a comm device sat in her ear and pulled it out, pushing it into your own ear.

“Natasha? Natasha!”

“Um… Hi. Your Natasha got hit by my sister, so… you should come and get her.”

You waited by her side until a shape you recognised earlier arrived, eyeing you as he kneeled in front of Natasha. “Tasha? Come on, wake up.”

“Wanda’s spells take time. She’s the only one that can actually cut them short.” You explained, noticing the confusion on his face.

“I yelled at her… Natasha didn’t deserve it, she wasn’t attacking us, she was attacking Klaue’s men.”

“But she was going to.”

“But she didn’t. She didn’t get that far. It’s unfair to judge someone on their future because the future changes.” You shot back, noticing a grin form on his lips.

“I’m Clint.”

“Y/N.” You smiled yourself as he handed you a piece of paper.

“If you ever decide to swap sides… call me.” He nodded before trying to lift Natasha.

“Let me.”

You lifted her easily and followed Clint out towards the Quinjet, placing her down in a chair before wrapping a blanket over her. You placed your fingers on the ends and warmed it up by emitting low amounts of heat, not enough to make a fire but enough to warm a soft blanket.

You walked out and talked to Clint briefly about getting Natasha out of the stupor as quickly as possible before the rest of the Avengers arrived and left. You turned to see your siblings sitting within a pile of shrapnel and junk, chuckling as you walked past.

“Have fun with your mind games, soră (sister)?” You quipped, watching her eyebrows furrow.

“If someone had gone along with the mission, it would have gone a lot smoother.” She shot back, your eyes rolling within their sockets.

“You two may attack people without reason but I don’t. That’s why HYDRA experimented on me last - they took the muscle and the brain and mixed it together.” You stuck your tongue out before Pietro whizzed past you, making you grumble to yourself as you shot into the air with fire beneath your shoes.

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You stood behind Ultron in the Korean research lab as he mind-controlled Cho, not liking the stick of destiny one bit. In fact, you stayed leaning against the wall and retrieved the small card from your pocket to hold it within your grip.

“Y/N, what’s that?” Ultron asked you, your eyes barely widening as you burnt it into ashes.

“Expired coupon. Found it on the street.” You murmured, dismissing it easily.

Ultron nodded. You zoned out for a moment as mind-controlled-Cho explained what the Cradle was doing, staring at a spot on the floor before Wanda’s wail caught your attention. You watched her look up at Ultron with complete fear in her eyes and you walked over to her.

You stood in front of her and felt her mind speak into yours as you locked eyes. *Get out of here.*

You shook your head lightly and looked over at Cho, hiding Wanda’s hand as she freed the scientist.

“Go.” You muttered as Ultron fired at Cho, watching your siblings leave.

“Oh. Look who got left behind all over again.” Ultron chuckled as you stood silently.

“You don’t need them. A pyrokinetic bred with super soldier serum? That’s what you need.” You stated, turning around to face him.

“Alright. Stay here.” He ordered and you watched as him and his infected Sentinels left with the Cradle.

You knelt in front of Cho and held your hands out as she whimpered. “Playing both sides here, Doc. Not intentionally gonna hurt you, but-”

“You need to cauterise my wound. Do it.” She nodded, watching your palm light up before the fire was concentrated into a thin blue flame.

You held her down as you cauterised her wound, mentally applauding her for not screaming. You heard soft footsteps, a rhythm to them, and you threw out a circle of fire to protect yourself and Cho.

You pulled the fire back in and let him talk to Cho, but you didn’t follow him as he ran to try and stop Ultron. “Come on, Y/N.”

“I can’t. I need to find out what Ultron’s planning. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, hey?”

“At least someone can get it right.” Steve chuckled, making his way out of the lab.

You knelt down in front of Cho and finished cauterising her wound before you helped her escape, coming back to see an Ultron Sentry waiting for you. You took it’s hand and flew out of the lab, letting it take you wherever Ultron’s plan needed to go.

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Ultron watched as you slept with a ring of fire around your body, the flames about two feet tall but he knew that if he stepped closer, they would grow. Then, he looked over at the other body he’d taken, watching as Natasha awoke with a cut on her forehead and a busted lip.

“I wasn't sure you'd wake up. I hoped you would, I wanted to show you something. I don't… have anyone else.”

Natasha looked over at you and felt how warm the fire was. Her body was shaking from the cold hard ground and she shuffled towards you, trying to get as much heat as possible even if her brain was telling her to get away from you.

“I think a lot about meteors, the purity of them. Boom!” Ultron startled Natasha and she looked back at him again.

“The end, start again. The world made clean for the new man to rebuild.”

Natasha looked back over at you and saw your hands dancing with flames, a pattern to them that she recognised. Morse Code - G-E-T B-A-C-K. Get back. Get back from what?

“I was meant to be new. I was meant to be beautiful. The world would've looked to the sky and seen hope, seen mercy. Instead they'll look up in horror because of you.”

Natasha turned to watch Ultron walk towards her, shuffling back. “You've wounded me. I give you full marks for that. But, like the man said, ‘What doesn't kill me…” A bigger body of Ultron's destroyed him. “…just makes me stronger.’ And it seems like somebody knows that.”

Ultron traced the small fire to see your eyes wide open, a blaring heat rising up in front of him until you leapt at him. Unfortunately, he gripped you by the throat and threw you into the cell with Natasha.

You coughed and looked at the stored explosions around you, immediately pulling your fire in. You spat out a gob of blood and glared at Ultron, watching him walk away. You looked over at Natasha and sighed, seeing the cut on her forehead as deep and still bleeding.

You watched Natasha shake and shiver before you held out your hand to her, noticing her confusion as you placed it on her knee. Instantly, her entire suit warmed up and she sighed in relief, her previously-aching muscles happy now.

“Th-Thank you.” She shivered.

“Any time.” You muttered.

Natasha looked up at you and saw you fiddling with your phone, typing away at it before you pocketed it. “Can I see that?”

You looked up and slid in front of her, confusing her until words began to be written out on your jeans. ‘I’ve sent a pin to Clint. Don’t worry’, but Natasha looked up and saw Ultron smirking.

Once he left, she stood up and began to sift through the weaponry stored around you, searching for things you weren’t quite sure of. “How were your siblings when you chose not to fight?”

You chuckled. “Did Clint tell you about that?”

She nodded silently.

“Wanda was, well, Wanda. It’s always them against me, but I have a feeling they knew I was right.” You responded, fiddling with a duffle bag in the corner.

“What’s that?” She asked, trying to keep your attention off of her work.

“My stuff.” You snickered, but she looked at you and your eyes dropped, turning away to hide your blush.

“It’s from my childhood. Little photos with burned corners, a teddy that really needs to be fixed, some stolen clothes. Jeans, jackets, anything with a zipper or a pocket-”

You fell to the ground, a sharp pain in your side that had Natasha standing up in alert. You writhed on the ground for a moment before you threw a fireball into the corner, taking deep breaths as you sat up slowly.

“What was that?” Natasha asked you.

“Pietro and Wanda, they’re… they’re fighting against your friends. But… also not.”

Natasha peeled open your eyes and saw flashes of scarlet in them, making her scramble away from you until you got your breathing under control. Your eyes opened and she saw no fire in them - instead, she saw complete and utter exhaustion.

“That took a lot out of you, huh?”

You nodded weakly, the sweat on your body instantly drying up. “I have a lot of power. Wanda knows how to take it from me when she needs it.”

“You’re like a battery for your sister?” Natasha scoffed.

You nodded again. “Only when she needs it. So… she must have had to block something powerful, like a shockwave.”

The Widow hummed softly as she thought before your eyes began to close, the fire in your belly keeping you comfortably warm as you passed out.

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When you woke up, you noticed your surroundings were different. You lay in a white medical bed and bright lights sat above you, making you groan.

“Y/N?! Oh my God!”

You groaned as two bodies slammed into you and you groaned again, but in pain this time. “Off.” You grumbled, feeling them move away.

“Y/N, open your eyes.”

“Too bright. Five more minutes.” You turned over and buried your head in the pillow before the lights turned off, letting you open your eyes to see your twins there.

“What happened? Natasha said you wouldn’t wake up.” Pietro asked.

“I don’t know. One minute, I was in the cell with Natasha and Ultron was outside and the next, I was here. I remember this sharp pain in my side but that’s it.”

Wanda’s eyes fell to the ground and she mumbled something but you couldn’t hear it. You nudged her hand with yours and she looked up at you, your raised eyebrow making her say it slower and louder.

“That would be my fault.”

You nodded. “I know. I forgive you.”

Wanda nodded and hugged you softly before Pietro did the same, kissing your forehead whilst a shadow moved outside of your room.

“Speaking of Natasha, how is she? She seemed pretty banged up whilst we were down there.”

“She hasn’t spoken to us.” Wanda shrugged.

You nodded and asked for some peace, to which they both left. Once more, you saw the shadow and smiled at Natasha as she entered.

“Hi. How are you feeling?”

“Good.” She stated numbly, monitoring your vitals and jotting down notes on a chart.

“Any pain? Aches?” She asked, not looking at you.

“No, nothing.” You murmured, feeling tension grow.

“Good.”

“Look, my fire’s okay now.” You held your hand out and a small flame danced in your palm, your eyes looking up to see nobody there.

She left without even looking at you, the flame getting so small that you wondered what the point of having it was before you snuffed it out.

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After four months of living in the compound, you were starting to understand certain things: one, Natasha didn’t like anybody but Clint, she only tolerated others, including you. You could sit next to her for an hour and talk nonsense, but she had an immense amount of patience. When you asked her a question, she wouldn’t answer, but you would.

Another thing you understood: Natasha was traumatised. After Wanda had thrown that little tendril into her mind, she’d seen something so horrific that she’d tried to remove herself from any conversation that involved you or your siblings, especially your sister.

And the final thing?

Natasha liked to dance.

You often found her in the training room with soft music playing as she tied ballerina shoes around her feet, a flawless form to her rhythm as she danced. Sometimes you would stand at the door and watch through the small window until Natasha noticed you, to which you would run away.

But some part of Natasha felt… proud to have you captured in her performance. She still wasn’t quite sure about what it was.

However, she would stop a full thirty minutes early from any registered training session, determined to keep her secret between herself and you. You would come in with everyone else and she would be sparring against the boxing bag, throwing punch after punch after punch like she hadn’t just done a two-hour performance.

Natasha also found out things about you, things you wouldn’t tell anyone unless they asked or you were caught in the act - which is how she found out your little secrets.

Music consumed your mind. Any time you weren’t in a conversation, you had your earbuds in; even in conversation, you might have one in your ear. When Natasha asked Clint to ask Wanda, he told her that you had a slight case of tinnitus because of all of the explosions and gunshots you’d experienced in HYDRA.

He had offered to get you some hearing aids, but you said you were fine with the ringing. Well, one day, you weren’t.

Your earbuds broke, and Tony had to wait four hours to reprint them with his tech. So for four hours, you were trying to have something to distract your mind from the ringing.

You sat in Tony’s lab and watched the printer run painfully slowly, humming a line of a song over and over and over and over-

“Y/N, go to the fucking music room or something.” Tony blurted out, pulling you out of your haze.

“Huh?”

“That tune you’re humming? Go to the music room and fix it. I don’t need another earworm.” He grumbled, going back to welding something onto his suit.

You asked FRIDAY for directions, which passed Natasha’s room. When you walked past it, still humming, the precious sound caught her ears and she looked up.

*Where the hell are they going?* The Widow thought to herself, following after you.

There, by the piano, you sat and softly hummed your tune, finding the keys easily before you began to play.

“I would never fall in love again until I, found her, I said ‘I would never fall unless it’s you, I fall into’, I was lost within the darkness, but then I, found her, I found you…” You murmured, playing along.

Natasha watched as your left hand fell away, simply playing the melody, and she couldn’t help but walk away with the harmony stuck in her mind.

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A few days later, your siblings, yourself, Natasha and Steve (two official Avengers) were sent on a mission to track down a new drug that was about to hit the streets, big time. There was a main warehouse that you were sent to by Fury and you had your fire hands ready.

Even though you had insisted that Tony didn’t need to make you a suit, he still did - in good ol’ Tony Stark fashion. The dark red fire-proof suit had pockets everywhere of small vials of petroleum, unbreakable unless you pressed the Arc Reactor symbol on the top. The suit seemed to shimmer like heat radiating off the ground and you don’t particularly know why he insisted on that detail.

Your siblings went with Steve to find the smaller stashes whilst you and Natasha went for the big one through the vents, with you circling around to see if any other stashes were nearby. Unfortunately not, but you were now facing Natasha’s head as you both looked down through the vent.

“How was ballet practice?” You asked, remembering she had done it that morning.

She didn’t answer you, so you kept talking. “I was thinking about how the song I had stuck in my head would work with your dance, and I think I found a really good rhythm to it that you could try out-”

“Y/N, stop talking.”

Your eyes widened. She hadn’t talked to you in a while. You had simply watched each other from afar, not daring to go to the other. You watched as she smiled around Clint and faked it amongst everybody else, but you weren’t quite sure of her when she looked at you.

It was like she was half-faking it, her eyes not matching her lips.

“Excuse me?” You scoffed.

“Y/N, shut up. They’re right there.” Natasha said again, setting you off.

“Don’t tell me to shut up. You’ve never talked, so I have to fill in the space. What, you think I like talking to myself? I’ve done it for more than a decade so I’ve had a lot of practice, but practice doesn’t mean anything when you don’t like it.”

Natasha watched as fire crept up to your hair and you huffed, diminishing it.

An explosion came from above you both, shaking the vent. Natasha looked at you and you looked at her, confused when you smelled smoke.

“Y/N, stop making fire.” She ordered.

“I’m not doing anything! Ugh, honestly, Natasha!” You scowled, the scent getting stronger.

“Y/N, I said enough!”

“Piss off!”

“You’re the one blocking the way!”

“Just wiggle backwards and get yourself out-”

The vent shook violently once more, the groan of metal familiar to your ears as it often happened when you gripped it too hard. But you could feel a slight forward shift in your weight and you looked back, your thermal vision seeing the joinings of the vents turn from green to yellow.

“Fuck.” Natasha muttered, smacking the vent through before she slid down into it.

“Get down here, dumbass!”

You grumbled about the nickname and slid down, only to just dodge the falling vents, the metal now orange in thermal vision. You flicked it back to normal and realised the entire level was being engulfed in flames.

“What did you two do?!” You yelled into your comms.

“Pietro may have knocked a Bunsen burner into a barrel of petroleum…” Wanda reported, making you groan.

“Now we’re blocked in!”

“We’re coming to get you.”

You looked at the fire around you and watched as it crept towards you, your outstretched hands keeping it at bay. You tried to get around it, guiding Natasha out as she followed behind you, but when you got to the last corner, cracks formed in the ceiling above you.

“Shit!” You exclaimed, the first time Natasha had heard swear words out of you.

You caught the rubble onto your shoulders, but even with your super strength, it was heavy. You heard another explosion go off and more fire tumbled down from above, lathering every surface with its ever-hungry touch.

“Natasha, go!” You grunted, feeling a hot liquid dribble out from your nose.

You looked to the exit and controlled the fire there, extinguishing it to clear a path for her. You got confused when she hesitated, looking back at you with that half-fake look again.

Only this time, the worry in her eyes matched the thin line of her lips.

“Not without you, idiot.” She rolled her eyes, trying to help you get out from underneath the rubble but it was no use.

“I said go!” You barked at her, releasing a yell as the whole level got extinguished in one thought.

She looked at your bright orange eyes and saw the strength of your hold loosening, but she had enough time to grab the fire extinguishers and let you release some of your power. She sprayed the fire in front of her and nodded to you to let go of more of it, doing it over and over again until no fire could actually be generated in the room.

You released your hold on your fire side before leaning to the right, letting the rubble fall off of your shoulder but you heard a clear pop and hissed in pain. You looked at your shoulder and saw it dislocated, making you wish you hadn't had a snack before coming out here.

“Wanda, Pietro, it’s safe to come to us.” Natasha reported, catching you as your legs shook.

“Na… Natasha… so tired…” You murmured, struggling to keep your eyes open even as you fought to stand.

“Easy, easy, easy.” She helped you sit back down and propped you up against the wall, holding your chin as your eyes focused on hers.

You glanced between her eyes, those stunning little emeralds you just wanted to look at forever. The slightest difference in green in the top left of her right eye, something you noticed upon first meeting her. You way that the many shades of green flittered with each other, like thin-cut gems lining up with each other to create the perfect, alluring refraction.

You cupped her cheek softly, surprising her. “You’re as beautiful as the day I met you.”

She faltered before she snickered. “You are so out of it.”

You shook your head, even if it hurt a bit. “I’ve never been more sure of my words.”

You watched as her sarcastic layer peeled away with every stroke your thumb made along her skin, humming that bloody song she now knew by heart because you hadn’t failed to stop singing it.

“I would never… fall in love… until I found her… I found you…” You sang brokenly, your consciousness fading in and out.

“No no no, Y/N, stay here with me, okay? Okay? Keep singing, malen'koye plamya (little flame). Come on, what’s the next line?” She lightly shook your shoulders, never enough to make your head hit the wall again.

“I’m… I’m not a little flame…” You murmured, your eyes closing.

“Y/N? Y/N, come on!” She cupped your cheeks, lightly hitting them until she knew you wouldn’t wake up unless she got you out of there.

“Pietro, Wanda, Steve, where the hell are you?!”

“You’re blocked in! Wanda’s almost through!” Steve responded, a light sound of shifting rubble making Natasha look down at you.

“I’ve got you, Y/N, I promise.” She lifted you easily and carried you to the doorway, sighing in relief when she saw the faces of your siblings.

“Y/N/N!” Pietro exclaimed, impatiently waiting as Wanda peeled away the last of the rubble.

“They need medical attention.” Natasha stated.

“What happened?” Steve asked.

“Not right now, Steve. Cho?”

“Yes, Agent Romanoff?” The doctor replied.

“I have Y/N coming in hot. Definite inhalation of smoke, dislocated right shoulder, a few other bumps and bruises and they’re unconscious.”

“Got it. I’ll be waiting with a stretcher and a team.”

Natasha followed behind in the Quinjet and held your hand tightly, her fingers wrapped expertly so that she could always feel your pulse.

It was weak.

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When you woke up, you felt wrong. Your body was covered in blankets, making you sweat profusely, and your right arm was locked into some contraption that you would later come to call a sling.

When your eyes opened, you noticed how your left one had a slight red tinge to it but the other was fine. You flicked to your thermal vision and saw a lot of cold metal around you, except for a feminine figure in the corner.

When you changed back to normal settings, you saw Natasha in her cardigan and casual clothes, sleeping with her head resting on her elbow whilst her legs were tucked up against her ass. Her boots were on the floor, revealing her small feet and you didn’t need to use your thermal vision to know she was cold.

“Natasha.” You croaked, your voice almost gone from the smoke.

“Natasha.” You stated in a much clearer tone, making her eyes open before the rest of her body reacted.

“Y/N. You’re awake.” She muttered, walking over to you.

“How are you feeling? Pain? Any aches?”

“Um…” You looked at your constricted arm and she nodded.

“I know, but it’ll be a few days until that comes off. Anything else? Chest pain, headache, shortness of breath?”

You only nodded to the headache and she almost seemed to sigh in relief. “Why are you talking to me?”

Your question confused her. “What?”

“You didn’t like talking to me before. Why now?”

She looked down at her hands and you swore it was the first time you ever saw her showing her nerves. “I… I don’t know.”

“Or better yet, why did you save me? You didn’t particularly like me beforehand. Told me to shut up in the vent.” You added.

“Minus the fact that I would have two angry Maximoffs to come back to…” She started, but you didn’t let her finish.

“Go away, please. I don’t want you around anymore.”

“Y/N- What?” She scoffed.

“I’ve been trying to talk to you for months, and as I’m on my deathbed you decide ‘oh shit, maybe I should make up for all the crappy things I’ve done to Y/N’. No, you don’t get to do that. You deserve to have the silent treatment whilst your heart is pounding out of your chest and your words don’t want to work with your brain. You deserve to have the half-hearted glances and the obvious dismissals whilst your mind can’t seem to fathom how beautiful that person is. You deserve to have a song stuck in your head for months because whenever you think of that person, it plays over and over and over until it makes you want to rip every neuron out of your brain-”

Soft plump lips captured yours, halting your ramble.

Your eyes were wide as you registered that Natasha was kissing you, until you sank into it. You could smell the coconut shampoo in her wet hair whilst her lips tasted nothing short of sweet. You leaned further into it and she held your jaw, inhaling quickly through her mouth before exhaling through her nose, which tickled your skin.

She still held your jaw as she moved a few centimetres from your face, looking all over you before her eyes fell into yours. “I wasn’t about to let your dumb ass cross over without knowing how I feel about you.”

You blushed deeply and tried to turn away from her. “Nuh-uh-uh. Come back here, malen'koye plamya (little flame).” She pulled you back and watched your eyes not meet hers.

“You l-like me?”

“No.”

Your heart dropped, making her grin as she kissed you again. The whole mismatched feelings was confusing for a normal person, let alone someone in your condition.

“I love you, idiot.” She clarified, watching the blush redden your cheeks impossibly further until she chuckled.

“Now…” She nuzzled her nose against yours. “Does someone love me back?”

You wanted to speak but nothing came out. It was like she had short-circuited your brain, but the desperation in her eyes was growing immensely. You removed her hands from your face and placed them on your lap, her eyes only drifting down when yours started to glow.

Instantly, her entire body was warmer, but that wasn’t the point. There, on your left palm, was a small flame that looked like you. You took Natasha’s left hand and placed it on top of your right, generating another flame that looked like her.

You brought them together and her hands followed yours, wanting to both have your warmth and understand your thoughts. The two flames trickled towards each other before they joined, becoming one bright flame that sank back into your skin before you looked at Natasha.

“I’m gonna need words, baby.” She cupped your jaw once more and you absolutely swooned.

“Yes, Natasha. I love you too.”

She snickered and kissed you once more, savouring the presence of your lips on hers.

“Oh, fi-na-lly!”

You broke apart but didn’t go very far as Pietro and Wanda leaned against the door frame, the brother twin’s head rolled back whilst three bowls of a familiar-smelling dish hovered above the sister twin’s head.

“God, the tension between you two was driving me up the wall.” He slumped down into the chair Natasha was sleeping on and you hid your head in the Widow’s shoulder, making all three of them chuckle.

“Come on, Y/N, you need to eat something.” Wanda scolded you lightly, placing a bowl on your thighs whilst one drifted to Pietro and the other fell into her lap.

“Where’s yours?” You asked Natasha softly.

“I already ate, lyubov (love).” She took the bowl out of your lap but the bottom was very hot.

“Ooh, let me.” You placed two fingers on the bottom of the bowl and absorbed the heat, making it as cold as ice whilst the dish was still hot.

“Open.” She guided, feeding you like a child whilst your siblings giggled and snickered from the sidelines.

“You are so whipped, Y/N. Natasha, you’re gonna be having a lot of fun with this one.” Pietro commented.

“You think so?”

“Oh yeah. They’re not gonna cheat on you, that’s for sure.” Wanda smirked, but you threw a light flame at her that she waved away.

“Don’t you even think about putting that thought in her head.” You grumbled, taking the spoonful Natasha offered to you.

“Thank you, baby.”

“Oh, you are mine.” Natasha kissed your temple, watching you lean into it before you folded your arms and pretended to sulk.

Only to take the next mouthful whilst your siblings and newfound girlfriend laughed at your antics.

A/N - I’m actually really proud of how much writing I’ve been doing lately. Literally thought this blog would get max. 5 notes per fic, but now I have over 200 of you guys and I really can’t thank you enough <3<3<3

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Surviving Sokovia - Chapter Twelve

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Work Summary:

You were a Sokovian orphan living on the streets of Novi Grad, until Strucker offered you a choice.

Now you are a part of his human experimentation programme, trying to survive an entirely different world of horrors. The kind boy with the beautiful eyes is the only thing that keeps you going.

This story contains dark themes. Please read the notes on chapter one for more details. Dialogue in {these brackets} is in Sokovian.

Chapter Summary: Ultron's plans have been revealed, and the three of you need to get away. You run into a friend.

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This timeline mostly follows the AoU canon with some slight differences. I'm mostly going to be skimming over the AoU stuff because it's not hugely relevant, but the key plot points to be aware of are: Ultron recruits the twins, the twins help him get the vibranium from Klaue, Ultron goes with the twins to Seoul to create a new body for himself, Wanda reads his mind during the process of transferring his consciousness to the new body and realises that he plans to destroy the world. In this version, the reader is with the twins, also helping Ultron. All of this happens between the previous chapter and this one.

Warnings for pregnancy, vomiting, stray dog

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You would be the first to admit that you’d never trusted Ultron, but he had made some promises that were hard to turn down. For one, there was Tony Stark. Ultron hated his creator just as much as Wanda and Pietro did, and had the power to bring him down once and for all. For another, he had access to resources. He had given you food, shelter, whatever you needed to survive.

It wasn’t enough. You had watched the dawning horror on Wanda’s face as she looked into his mind, and you knew it was all over. There had been no time to think. The next thing you knew, you were being deposited on a street corner by Pietro, who gave you a fleeting kiss on the forehead as he promised he’d be right back.

You collapsed onto your knees, throwing up into the road. Snow crunched under your bare hands. The world spun horrendously. You grabbed a handful of snow and pressed it to your face, relishing the coldness.

If you had been more aware of your surroundings, you might’ve heard the soft padding footsteps, but as it was, when something nudged you in the arm, you fell back in surprise, a scream halfway out of your mouth.

It was a dog. You blinked. Not a dog. The dog. The one that you’d fed a banana. You realised with a start that you were on the same corner Pietro had dropped you off at last time, thousands of miles from where you’d just been. No wonder you felt ill. The dog looked at you expectantly, its tongue lolling out of its mouth.

Feeling as though you might pass out if you tried to grow anything, you pulled your backpack off and rummaged around in it until you found a bread roll wrapped in a paper napkin. You unwrapped it and the dog barked happily, watching you like a hawk as you put the roll down on the ground next to you.

You didn’t watch it eat the bread. You settled back onto your butt and closed your eyes.

“Hey!” Your eyes snapped open at the sound of Pietro’s voice. “{Get away from her},” he snapped, and the dog grabbed the bread roll in its mouth and darted to your other side, hiding behind you.

“{It’s okay, Piet},” you said. “{She’s just hungry}.” You assumed the dog was a she. You didn’t know much about dogs but you saw no evidence of testicles.

“{My love, please be careful. She might be dangerous}.”

“{She’s not}.” Your voice was dreamlike. You felt far away from yourself. “{She’s a good girl}.”

Pietro’s arm came to wrap around your waist and he carefully pulled you to your feet. You leant against him, thankful for the support. Wanda was standing on his other side, still clearly reeling from what she saw in Ultron’s head.

“{Why did you bring us back to Novi Grad?}” you asked. It was a fair question. One moment you had been in Seoul, the next, you were back here.

“{I…}” He exchanged a look with Wanda. “{I didn’t know where else to go. I just wanted to get far away from him}.”

“{Well, I don’t know if I can go much further},” you said shakily. “{I don’t feel so good}.”

Wanda put one hand on your shoulder and the other on Pietro’s. “{We have to go back}.” Pietro opened his mouth to argue, but Wanda pushed on. “{Ultron is going to destroy the world and we helped him on his way. We have to do something}.”

“{Wanda, she can’t},” said Pietro. She gave him a meaningful look. He shook his head immediately, anger spreading across his features. “{No. No way. I’m not leaving her behind}.”

“{Of course not},” said Wanda, just as angry. “{But we need to track down the Avengers before it’s too late. We can’t keep her safe and make it to them on time}.”

You straightened up and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. “{I’ll be fine. I know the streets of Novi Grad. I spent many years surviving here before I knew you, Piet}.”

An anguished look passed over his face. “{You are not staying on the streets. What if Ultron finds you? Or Hydra?}” An involuntary shiver ran down your spine.

“{We can find somewhere safe},” said Wanda gently. “{A hotel. A place you can hide out until we can come back for you}.” Pietro’s face was drawn, and he had a quiet, contemplative expression.

“{How will we pay for it?}” you asked.

“{Don’t worry about that},” he said. “{Just wait here. Both of you. I will find us a place}.” And with that, he was gone.

“{I’m so sorry we have to do this},” said Wanda. “{But the things I saw in Ultron’s head… We have to stop him and we can’t do that alone. It’s our fault he has the vibranium}.”

“{I know. It’s okay}.” Absentmindedly, your hand came up to pet the dog’s head. She leant into you.

A moment later, Pietro returned, looking slightly out of breath. “{I have the money. I’m going to find a hotel now}.” He was about to run off again but you grabbed his wrist.

“{Make sure it’s somewhere that allows pets},” you said, and he looked at you as though you’d grown a second head.

“{Pets?}” His eyebrows were drawn together in confusion. You gestured at the dog, and he grimaced. “{It’ll be much harder to-}”

“{Please, Piet}.” You looked up at him, your head tilted to one side in a way that you knew made it hard for him to say no to you. “{She’s hungry. She can keep me company while you’re off being a superhero}.”

Pietro sighed but nodded. “{I will be right back}.”

Wanda was looking at you with an amused half-smile. “{What?}” you asked, but she just shook her head. She took a step forward and scratched the dog between her ears.

“{If you’re going to be bringing her with you, she deserves a name, no?}”

You thought about it for a moment. The dog looked up at you with her big eyes. “{Her name is Odeta},” you decided.

“Odeta,” said Wanda, trying out the sound. “{I like it}.”

“{They don’t normally allow dogs},” said Pietro, appearing beside you suddenly. “{But I paid them enough money that they’ll make an exception. I stopped at the grocery store too. And the pet store. All of the stuff is already in the room. Come on}.” He wrapped an arm around you.

You closed your eyes as he sped off with you. You had very quickly come to realise that you hated speeding around with Piet. Maybe it would be different if you weren’t pregnant. Somehow you doubted that.

You found yourself very suddenly in a large hotel room. It was fully furnished with a double bed, wardrobe, and even a desk. There were a collection of plastic carrier bags on the bed. A cursory inspection revealed an ensuite with a bath, as well as a balcony. Pietro had really outdone himself.

A moment later, he appeared with Odeta in his arms. She was barking furiously, evidently terrified, as he set her down.

“{I’m sorry},” he said, trying to pet her head, but she shrank away from him. “{I’m sorry}.”

He disappeared again, and returned a moment later with Wanda. She seemed far less affected by his speed than you were, which gave you hope that it would be easier once the baby was born. Odeta lay down on the ground and pushed her face into the carpet.

“{Poor girl},” you said, reaching out to stroke her head. She relaxed under your touch.

“{I got treats},” said Pietro, lifting up one of the plastic bags. It was printed with the logo of a pet store. He pulled a packet of dog treats out of the bag and held it out to you.

“{You should give them to her. She already likes me}.”

Looking a little nervous, he opened the bag and pulled out one dog biscuit. “{Here, girl. I have a treat for you}.” She lifted her head and looked up at him. She looked just as frightened as he did.

You very gently nudged her with your foot. “{It’s okay, Odeta. It’s just Pietro. He won’t hurt you}.”

Cautiously, she got to her feet and ate the treat out of his hand. Emboldened, he offered her another, which she took greedily. He was reaching into the bag for a third when you put a hand on his arm.

“{Slow down there, cowboy},” you said. “{If she eats too much too quickly, she might puke}.”

He nodded, closing the bag. Odeta let out a little whine, but accepted her fate.

“{There’s a minibar},” said Pietro. “{And room service. Although I gave them so much money that they’ll probably bring you whatever you want}.”

“{Where did you get the money?}”

He paused for a second, surveying you. His expression was unreadable. “{I robbed a bank}.”

“{A bank?}” You knew that Pietro had been light-fingered even before he got his powers, but this seemed like a lot, even for him.

“{They didn’t see me coming}.” He gave you a lopsided grin that made your heart stutter. “{I got supplies, but if I’ve forgotten anything, you can call room service…}”

“{Thank you, Piet}.”

“{There’s one more thing}.” He handed you a cell phone. “{It’s not very sophisticated, but it can make calls. I’ve got one for each of us. I’ve already programmed in the numbers, but please memorise them, just in case}.”

He dropped a kiss on your forehead, but you caught the front of his shirt, pulling him in for a proper kiss. Beside you, Wanda turned her attention towards Odeta, embarrassed.

“{I love you},” you murmured.

“{I love you too}.” His voice was low as he spoke.

“{Come back to me}.”

“{We will},” Wanda assured you. She put her arms around you and hugged you tight.

“{Let me know when you’ve found the Avengers},” you said, holding up your phone.

“{I will},” said Pietro. And with that, they were gone, leaving you alone with Odeta.

Odeta stood up, confused as to where Wanda and Pietro had just gone. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones. Maybe it was the fear of not knowing when the twins would be back. Maybe it was the fact that for the first time in a long time, you weren’t under anyone’s control. Either way, you burst into tears.

Odeta let out a distressed noise and rested her head on your lap. You stroked her fur gratefully. Seeing it up close like this, you saw for the first time how matted and dirty and tangled it was.

“{You’re filthy},” you half-hiccupped, half-laughed in between sobs. “{Let’s get you a bath, okay?}”

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writer’s block bites, what can I say. Set in the early ‘90s, because why not. heads up for dubious morality, because villain protagonist

For some reason, it didn’t quite hit home until after Justin Hammer was back from his first conference, the whole “yes I did just rub elbows with an arms dealer with IRA connections and she has godawful taste in music” realization.

Because they’d...fit right in.

Veiled threats and thin-lipped smiles, expensive suits and even more expensive cologne, and they’d felt right at home. No mercy, no restraint; the bodyguards hadn’t even tried to hide just what kind of firepower they were packing, even though the security patrolling should have been more than enough of a deterrent for anyone dumb enough to approach without an invitation in hand. Hell, Justin’s invitation had received plenty of scrutiny by the staff, and the organizer had given it to them personally.

Granted, Justin had been the youngest in attendance. Had been there because their father “couldn’t make it”, which, more often than not, was code for either “I don’t feel like it”, or “I already have plans to screw around”— both of which translated into “foist this problem onto someone who gives a damn”, which, nine times out of ten, meant Justin was the one picking up the pieces.

Exhibit A, the number of times Justin had forged their father’s signature on everything from permission slips to defense contracts. Exhibit B, the conference, which was only the latest of many obligations their father had skipped out on now that he’d apparently deemed Justin to be “of age to handle it”.

Well.

Either way, it had been a very new experience, and a grim but necessary reminder that no matter how hard he tried, Justin was still nothing more than a small fish in a very big pond. As gratifying as it was for Tony Stark consider them good enough to be a rival, the conference served as a reality check from the moment Justin first set foot in the building: it’d taken all the wits they had just to keep afloat, and no small amount of bullshitting to pretend they knew what they were doing for the rest of it.

All Justin had going for him was...money, basically. And the ability to navigate conversations like minefields, which was useful at galas but became downright invaluable when it came to dealing with assholes like Ulysses Klaue and, incredibly, even shadier types— all of whom looked at Justin like he was fresh meat the entire time.

It was a very informative experience, to say the least.

Justin was the youngest in the room, but had somehow managed to keep up with the worst these guys had to offer; was able to speak with arms dealers like they were any other potential client, and while Justin had attended other security conferences before, those had all been above-board things with diplomats and policymakers, not... people on the other side of the law.

In a place like this, catching people off-guard when they found out Justin knew what he was doing didn’t net him pleasantly surprised looks, but sharp, assessing gazes that wanted something from him, and didn’t bother to hide it. This wasn’t just playing with the big boys anymore; this was swimming with sharks while there was blood in the water, and rules no longer applied.

It wasn’t anything particularly new, but it had been a tad bit unsettling.

It’d also paid off; while this wasn’t the sort of thing that had people sharing business cards, Justin’s list of contacts still grew. Not by much, but they’d definitely garnered interest and that was the important part when it came to finding potential clients.

Because Justin hadn’t missed a beat, had managed to fit right in with everyone else and hadn’t even noticed until now, in the relative safety of their apartment.

Because Justin had been rubbing elbows with arms dealers when his classmates were using spring break to screw around in Cancun, and that...

That hadn’t seemed like a big deal at the time, just something that needed to be done, and had felt just like home with the family.

A place where Justin had been watching his back and every step and every word, and of how and where he stood relative to the others. Where he was acutely aware of just who he was dealing with, what they were capable of. Where the entire time had been spent learning just what made the people around him tick, and determining how he could leverage what he had to achieve his goals in a room full of people with incredibly mercurial moods.

Oh. That’s why they felt so faint right now, wasn’t it?

Because once upon a time, they hadn’t been like this. They couldn’t remember a thing anymore, but...they’d known kindness, once. Knew how to be gentle with their words, even if no one else was; had been familiar with the feeling of extending a hand to those in need, even if no one had ever taught them how.

All of that had felt right, once. Had been ingrained into their soul when even memories failed to leave their mark. The outline of compassion a ghost time could not erase, just as fundamentally a part of Justin as all his other echoes and experiences were.

But.

Justin Hammer had practically been born as a means to an end, and was nothing more than a product of their environment. An entire lifetime of training to be the perfect Hammer Industries heir, with the casual cruelty that came with parents who were never meant to be parents, who had never even tried, and... here they were now, ice-cold and not a shred of kindness to be seen. Perfectly at home rubbing elbows with some of the worst the world had to offer, and for what?

Ha.

It’s funny; all those years of training with the most expensive tutors money could buy, of being pushed to the breaking point and past it, but it’s all those holidays of being stuck under the same roof as their family and having to be the one to keep things from imploding that gave them the skills they needed to succeed.

If that’s what they were calling it now, anyway, because ‘blackmail’ and ‘manipulation’ sounded ugly and ‘conflict resolution’ sounded like something from a training seminar. Mediation? Negotiation, perhaps? They’d certainly practiced that one a lot.

...what a joke. He’d known what he was doing, had gone into this with his eyes wide open.

Had needed to, for the good of Hammer Industries. Needed to, because last quarter had been ugly after one of their distributors screwed up and got slammed with enough sanctions to completely shut down operations in the region and unless someone stepped up, they’d be lucky to round out this fiscal year without losing investors— so it fell to Justin to fix it. Like always.

And so he had risen to the occasion.

Not in a particularly impressive manner, granted, but as he constantly had to remind people, he wasn’t Tony Stark. Nearly two decades into their rivalry, and people still didn’t seem to get it: trying to act as if one were just like the other was a massive disservice to both.

Justin would never be able to effortlessly churn out dozens of new patents over a carafe of coffee the way Tony seemed to do on a daily basis; on the flipside, though... wait, no, how would Tony have handled the conference?

Justin had been right at home, but they were a realist on a number of levels. Were grounded, self-aware, and with enough emotional maturity and self-control to keep from punching Klaue five minutes after having had the displeasure of meeting him, but Tony?

Tony was an idealist, even now. Even after a lifetime of having been raised for it, he had somehow managed to have a moral code more ironclad than all the weapons he’d ever designed put together.

...he wouldn’t have lasted more than five minutes, if that.

Useful connections or no, Justin knew Tony well enough to know his lines in the sand, and his rival was innocent in a way Justin couldn’t even remember being, not even as a kid.

They both had blood on their hands, but only one had hope for a better future.

Justin...had made their choice long ago. Now they had to live with it, for better or worse.

aka, the one where Justin massively underestimates their charisma stat—

Justin: yeah, I’m just Some Guy™, all I’ve got going for me is emotional IQ and dubious morals, idk what to tell you ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

everyone else: ...

aaand the more I write of this AU, the more it feels like Justin’s still stuck with the same inferiority complex we see in canon, only it is 1000% more subtle because they don’t try to compare themself to Tony but everyone around them does it anyway! Resistance is futile, I guess.

Also, the more Justin’s family comes up, the worse they seem to get, whoops. tfw your family drama leaks into everything you write

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The Stark Legacy (13)

Summary: Tony leaves for a long-term, interstellar mission.

Warnings for meh lousy parenting. Tony is still struggling. Rated Teen/Mature so 15+ only, please! Short chapter. WC ~1k

Deflection, part of Book Two: Mind (see previous or series)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN—July 2038

Tony couldn’t really focus on just one piece of the globe below, a vast marble rippled with land and sea, oasis and desert, life and death. The Avengers’ Satellite Station had launched only six years ago; it had taken that long to recover his wits and the integral structure that had exploded with…Pepper. This orbiting bulk was the reason her Memorial Garden had taken so long to build, and his mourning was the reason this orbiting bulk had taken another half-dozen years.

Orbit had its advantages, however, because it’s easier to notice a massive, red sinkhole leading to hell when staring down upon it. They may have never seen Mephisto coming from inside the Earth if not for being able to view a thousand miles within the space of an arm against the thick, triple pane fiberglass. That didn’t prepare Tony for who he would, and wouldn’t, see down there. Ever since Wanda had cut him off from such vivid experiences with Pepper, Tony lost so many of the minuscule details that kept her feeling real, kept her close to him. The delayed slipping away of his memory felt all the more tragic, for he had truly lost Pepper Potts long before he gave up on her. Loss seemed as inevitable as the rotation of the Earth below. You could change perspective to keep seeing what you wanted, but the surface would never stop moving away from your gaze.

Tony could sense a tentative presence at the door. He dropped his crossed, contemplative arms, turning to invite Maria inside. “What is it, Hill?”

The agent entered, holding up a slim file.

“It’s from the watch list. He was first mentioned in our interrogation of Simon Marshall, a pharmaceutical terrorist trying to create an ingestible drug to produce super soldiers…and he managed to alter several people. The unfortunate side effect was also to turn them into psychopaths.”

“To be fair, he probably just nudged them there,” Tony allowed. “Gimme.” He snatched the file from the agent. “Lem-u-el Dor-cas?” he snorted. “That is officially one of the worst names I’ve ever heard. It’s not even a syllable—it’s a letter away from Doctor Dorks. Are people trying to make us not take them seriously? What’s this guy done that’s so bad, eh?”

“He may have been behind the stolen shipment of bio-samples last year.”

“Two letters away from Dork-Ass. I mean…come on. At least Klaue could be, ya know,” Tony looked up with outstretched fingers on an ominously tense hand, “scary, sorta.”

“Stark, this doctor has not only been linked to Professor Marshall but has also been linked to some created mutants. Unfortunately we do not have much information on those individuals or their abilities yet. We only know these were not given a little pill. Best guess so far is genetic manipulation.”

Tony shut the file and tossed it onto the nearest table. “Easy. Have Point Break electrocute him and send me the crispy bits. Next.” He looked around the lab, pushing some useless part over.

“That’s the thing, sir. Thor is currently off world helping the Guardians with annihilation—” she checked the file, “—Annihilus, ’scuse me, so you’re going to take the lead on this—”

“Are we trapped down there?” Tony gestured back to the view-ports.

Maria, after years of practice, snapped back and forth between Tony’s mangled thoughts easily. “We have protection, sir, more than most. You’ve put quite a bit of armor around the world now.”

“Yes, but how will people get away,” Tony whispered, “if I’ve locked them on a dying rock.”

“Sir?”

Damned if he did, damned if he didn’t. Build a wall and moat to keep the enemy out, and still all you’ve done is kept your loved ones in the crosshairs and the target on your forehead. He thought of a promise he once made Pepper. “Hill, why didn’t you have kids?” He blurted after a bright bit of light in Florida caught his eye. Maria replied with a touchy and annoyed expression. He continued, “if you’d had children, at what age would Disneyland be out of the question?”

Maria hesitated, confused, but Tony did not let her form an answer before trying to dismiss the wayward thought. “Nevermind.”

“Sir, Sam may not—”

“So Dorkmeister-Flex is where exactly now?”

“The bad doctor was last credibly identified in Morocco. The Atlantian King Namor is concerned at that proximity to his nation.”

“So what you’re saying is I get to go on a lovely vacation and possible Safari hunt?”

“Stark—”

“Don’t worry. I won’t raid the mini-bar this time.” Tony launched into the air and via comms added, “and keep the missions coming. Friday will keep a running tab.”

“Of course, sir,” his AI promptly answered.

“Tony,” Maria jumped in before Stark could swivel quickly out of the room and ditch the station’s monotony, “Sam Wilson woke up.”

“Duh,” Tony brushed, tapping his glasses, “Friday is keeping me apprised.”

“And I’d say she’s too old.”

“I update her regularly.”

“Samantha, Tony, for Disney,” Maria clarified, but Tony didn’t miss a beat.

“On second thought,” he said, “I think Thor and Quill may need some adult supervision. You know how their pissing contests can get,” he twiddled his fingers in front of him, “messy.”

She held up the file, wiggling it to keep him on track.

“T’Challa can handle that, land and sea united and all. I’m contacting—what did Quill call this new ship?—Blondie?” Tony disappeared in the space-safe, modified quinjet. He had a fleeting thought that perhaps he should make a pitstop on Sakaar and take a break from the relentless passage of time. Time only served to remind him of what he’d missed and could never have back.

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Vendetta - Crossed (11)

Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky Barnes x Mob ! Boss Y/N Fox (Bucky Barnes x female reader)

Warning: language, violence, drugs - use of marihuanna, angst

Autor’s note: We are slowly getting to know more about our characters, the Fox family, Bucky’s relation to Y/N and so on. Let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged.

Viewer discretion is advised. This story is for readers 18+!

Chapter ten (out of twenty)

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Crossed (11)

It was a few hours before the funeral when both women were silently sitting in the kitchen, back in the Fox mansion. They were drinking coffee, going through their phones but looking at different things. Y/N kept checking out different kitchens for the renovation. She wanted to give the house a new life, a new makeover. She couldn’t bring herself to sell the place. It was located in a good, quiet street where only wealthy people lived and everyone minded their own business.

She crossed her leg over the other and put the phone down, only to take a sip of the coffee. The warm liquid stung her lip. The wound was still fresh. With her ears, she registered the people going all over the house, packing furniture. She hired people to do all the work. It was a massive house and she wouldn’t be able to do it all alone. The company she hired received instructions on what could be donated, put into the trash or she wanted to keep.

Y/N fixed her black blazer and sighed. She looked around the kitchen. In a week or two, she wouldn’t be able to walk around the room. It would be under construction.

The funny thing was, while she was hunting down Hydra and Klaue during those two weeks, she managed to find people for the reconstruction. Like any other woman, she was able to multitask.

“Shall we grab something to eat after the funeral?” Yelena asked when she locked the screen of her phone and put it on the marble surface.

Y/N looked at her friend and tilted her head. “Pasta, perhaps?”

The blonde nodded with a gentle smile on her face. “That sounds amazing. It’s been weeks since I had pasta.” Her green eyes ran over Y/N’s face, checking out the bruises that were covered with a heavy layer of make-up. Klaue got her good. But Y/N had the upper hand and forced him to cross the other side, straight to hell. “Have you found an apartment while the house is under reconstruction?”

She shook her head. “No. Everything is either out of hand or can’t imagine myself staying there for several months. Even those apartments I found, I didn’t go with them.”

“You can always stay in my place,” Yelena winked at her. “It would be like a sleepover but like for more than a night.”

“We practically live together, Lenka,” Y/N chuckled and drank the rest of the coffee. “Don’t you want some peace and quiet without my ass in your apartment?” she made a grimace.

As she took a look at her silver watch on her left wrist, the entrance door opened with a bag and many footsteps followed throughout the hallway. “Where is she?” Stark screamed, his voice echoing around. “Where the fuck is Raven?”

“Raven? Wow, it’s been a while since someone called you that,” Yelena commented and put her hand over the gun that was resting inside the holster on the right thigh.

“Tony, wait!” It was Bucky’s voice that they heard next. Obviously, both Wolves and Starks arrived at the house without letting her know about it. They were supposed to meet at the funeral. Stark had other plans that involved yelling.

The group of people entered the kitchen like a tsunami. Tony’s eyes were practically flaming – that’s how pissed he was. Before Y/N could react, he nudged her shoulder with his index finger. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“Hey, whoa, what the fuck, Stark? What is your problem?” Yelena quickly stood up and grabbed his wrist, pushing him away from her boss. Instantly, Natasha stepped forward, trying to get rid of Yelena’s hold of Tony’s wrist.

“Everyone fucking calm down,” Y/N raised her voice, banking her fist on the counter. “You are in my house and you are being disrespectful,” she frowned at Stark.

“You killed Klaue?!” Tony’s voice was still high and pissed. “What the fuck were you thinking, Fox?” he shook his head and gritted his teeth. “How could you be so stupid?”

“Excuse me?” Y/N kinked a brow and clenched her fists.

“Why would you do something so stupid now, when we are trying to find a way to stop Hydra and get rid of them?” he took a step closer to her, trying to be even more intimidating than he was before. However, that didn’t scare her at all.

Y/N laughed at him and shook her head. “Are you trying, Stark? Because I feel like I have been doing all the work these past few months,” she stated, standing up from the barstool and moving closer to him. Stark had to take a few steps back. “I have taken matters into my hands. I have been doing something – fuck, I’ve been doing it for a few years now. And now, you have the audacity to barge in and yell at me?”

Everyone was silently watching the scene unfolding in front of their eyes. Neither of the rest of the group wanted to intervene in the conversation. Yelena pushed Natasha back from her and snarled at her.

Tony brushed his hair with his fingers and fixed his black expensive coat. “Do you have any idea what you have started?”

“Oh, please, it started way before I decided to kill that motherfucker,” she rolled her eyes, annoyed.

“You have put my men into danger, plus, you caused me big money, Fox.”

Y/N knew what he was referring to. She saw him a week ago with Klaue, trying to close a business – a business so disgusting; she wanted to shoot that playboy right into his dick. Only an idiot would think about making this kind of business with Hydra.

“Please, do tell us more,” she mocked him. “I believe everyone would like to know about the business you’ve been doing with Hydra last week.”

Bucky crossed his arms akimbo, frowning at Stark. He was curious to know what kind of business Stark was doing with Hydra. And he wasn’t the only one. Even the rest of the people were waiting for an explanation. Obviously, Y/N knew something they didn’t, and it wasn’t a surprise. She had everything under control.

“What did you do, Stark?” Steve asked him with a strict voice.

The dark-haired man cleared his throat and looked anywhere but them. “I don’t know if you all are familiar with Hydra’s interests, but I wanted to buy from them some women and girls from Europe.”

“Human trafficking? You are fucking disgusting,” Yelena commented.

“I am not interested in human trafficking, nor was my plan to be a part of that world,” he raised an index finger into the air, making a statement. “But it was a good opportunity that I didn’t want to miss.”

When he stopped talking, Y/N simply goaded him with her hand to continue. “Look,” Tony sighed. “I wanted to present you this plan once everything was set. The plan was to meet with Pierce and his other trusted men while paying for the girls. We would be all set to attack at that very moment. They wouldn’t be expecting it.”

Bucky laughed at that, shaking his head in disbelief. “Oh Stark, you are an idiot, you know that?”

Natasha was ready to hit him with her fist but Y/N grabbed her fist and twisted her hand to the side, making the redhead wince in pain. “Sweetheart, don’t you dare punch my guests in my house. If someone would do it, it would be me,” she explained and then let her fist go.

“Ha,” Yelena laughed and sat back on a bar stool, smiling proudly at her boss. “There you go, sister.”

“The plan is too predictable, Stark,” Sam commented.

“Exactly,” Bucky nodded. “First of all, you never showed interest in human trafficking before. They would smell the treason like a dog’s poop. Also, you’d bring the attention of feds and no one wants it right now.” His voice remained calm as he kept changing his stare from Stark to Y/N and back. "I understand why you are pissed, Tony. But you should have discussed it with us first.”

“But it’s fine when she goes MIA and kills Klaue? Does she even realize what she started?” Tony’s tone was again higher, angry at Y/N.

“Don’t talk like I’m not even here,” Y/N was back on her feet, approaching Tony as if he was her prey.

That move didn’t sit well with Natasha. She reached behind her shirt and took out a gun, pointing it directly at Y/N. That move started a domino effect – Yelena suddenly had her gun in a hand, aiming at Natasha’s forehead. That move caused Tony to bring out his golden gun and point it at Yelena’s head. Y/N had to laugh when she was the last one who took out her weapon and aimed it at Tony. It felt like a scene from a movie.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Bucky raised his hands into the air. “Everybody calm down. We can talk about it tonight after the funeral. Put the guns down, now.”

“No, thank you,” Y/N hissed. “I think Stark has chosen violence today.”

He smiled at her. “You are a psycho, just like your father,” he said.

“Eh, like father, like daughter,” she replied nonchalantly.

“Enough,” Bucky raised his voice. “Everyone fuck the calm down! Gosh, what is this, a western movie?” he rolled his eyes. “We have to discuss it whether you like it or not.”

With a deep breath, Y/N put her weapon down, hiding it back into its holster. “You should have talked to us, Stark. You shouldn’t keep this plan to yourself. I knew what you were doing while I was planning on kidnaping Klaue. Because you kept your mouth sealed, I didn’t give a shit what are you doing and proceeded with my plan. I am not an idiot.”

He too took down his gun. Afterwards, his right hand and Yelena followed. “You shouldn’t kill Klaue, Y/N.”

“I had my reasons to kill him. And believe when I say they were bigger than your stupid business and a plan that would fail,” she said through her teeth. “I didn’t have any other choice but to kill him. That piece of shit deserved it.”

“That was intense,” Sam whispered to Steve once the atmosphere calmed down and everyone could breathe freely again. “Can I take a water bottle from the fridge?” he asked Y/N.

“Go ahead,” she walked away from Tony, moving behind the kitchen counter so there was some space separating them. “Does anyone else want something?” she asked the rest of the group.

When no one answered, she walked to the fridge where Sam had just taken the bottle. She too grabbed a bottle of water and shut the fridge door. Her eyes met with Bucky’s for a second. Her breath got stuck in her throat. She could vividly remember when she kissed him. His lips were still lingering on her lips. Sighing into the bottle, she moved away, standing next to Yelena again.

“Maybe it’s time we make a plan. To hell with more proof,” said Bucky. “It’s time we get rid of them. It’s becoming more tense and dangerous for everyone. Because Y/N got rid of Klaue, it opened the door to Hydra’s rage. They will react. It’s just the matter of when and how.”

“True,” Y/N mumbled under her nose.

“If I may say,” Steve talked again, “Klaue was nothing but a swine. I know what he used to do to women, hell, even to underage girls when he got drunk. I witnessed his behaviour a few years back in a club where he almost choked a 19-year-old girl to death because she didn’t want to talk to him,” he shook his head. “Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to intervene when it happened. His people took him away and the girl ran away.”

“Well, now we have one more reason it was a good thing Y/N killed him,” Yelena commented on it.

The front door opened and closed with a thud, followed by a running reverberating through the whole hallway. “Y/N? Y/N!” It was Peter, shouting her name, trying to find her.

When he entered the kitchen, he was surprised to see all three families standing there, dressed in black. They looked even more intimidating than before. He shuddered.

“Yes?” Y/N was waiting for him to speak but he seemed frozen. “Peter, what happened?”

He dryly gulped and tried to catch his breath. A drop of sweat appeared on his forehead. “Hydra’s coming to the funeral,” he said quickly. “I-I was able to track one of their phone calls and they will be attending. I don’t know whether everyone or just Pierce with some people.”

“Shit,” Stark mumbled under his nose, shaking his head. “There you go.”

The guests were all seated, watching some men bringing in the coffin with the remains of Attila’s body inside it. He was a lucky corpse – the weather was nice outside. How come both he and Danny were able to have nice weather? The birds were singing in the trees and his entire family managed to attend the service. Some of them were able to fly from Europe. Y/N didn’t give a shit. Many of her relatives didn’t like her. Such tragedy, she laughed in her mind.

Attila’s photo from a few years back was on display for every guest to see. It was taken by a professional photographer at a family event where they were celebrating something related to Danny – that much she could remember.

Y/N, Yelena and the closest men were sitting close to the black and gold coffin. Attila’s daughter (that’s how the priest referred to her) wore big black glasses from Swarovski and had her hair in a high ponytail. While the rest of the women were holding tissues in their hands, wiping off their tears, Y/N and Yelena didn’t have any. They weren’t necessary.

Fake fuckers, Y/N thought when she kept her eyes on the women of her family.

The Wolves were standing opposite of Y/N while the Starks were standing somewhere behind her back. They all needed to keep their eyes on the surroundings, expecting Hydra’s arrival.

Y/N kept her eyes on Bucky’s figure. She was scanning his face, the way he was dressed and how handsome he looked in the mourning attire. His eyes were locked on her too. Did he see her staring? He couldn’t. She was wearing those big sunglasses. Her chest visibly heaved while she kept her eyes still on his face. Maybe he knew she was looking at him. Maybe he could feel it. Subconsciously, she licked her lips and a gentle moan escaped her mouth. Some would have mistaken it for a sob.

If only she could read his mind and see what he was thinking about. Was he still thinking about the kiss the way she was? She closed her eyes, mentally slapping herself. What happened to her in a matter of days? Were those old feelings coming back?

She turned her head to the side and sighed. “Are you alright?” Yelena whispered.

“Yeah,” she nodded. When she looked back, she noticed Bucky kept eyeing her, mouthing if she was okay. With a simple nod, she gave him the answer he wanted. Now he knew for sure she was staring at him.

I need a drink after this shit show.

Nothing was happening for the next thirty minutes. The guests kept crying and she was getting more annoyed. If Hydra wanted to attend, wouldn’t they already be there? Bucky kept occasionally shaking his head, signalizing that the coast was clear. What if it was a trap and they wanted everyone in the same spot? Her stomach twisted after that thought and she grabbed Yelena’s hand, choking on her breath.

“You alright?” she panicked.

“I need this to be over as soon as possible. I don’t have a good feeling about this,” Y/N replied, not letting her hand go. Even Steve and Sam noticed she seemed odd.

A few minutes later, her eyes landed on a black Bentley, approaching the rest of the cars. It parked at the empty spot next to one of Tony’s cars. When Alexander Pierce exited the car, followed by Brock Rumlow, she gritted her teeth and tried to remain seated. It wouldn’t be wise to attack them in front of all the guests.

Yelena stroked her back gently, pretending to be calming her down. “So they arrived,” she whispered. “What now?”

Y/N leaned her head against her shoulder and snuggled closer to her. “We just have to wait until the funeral is over. Everyone is in their place, is that right?”

“Yes,” she nodded. Yelena’s eyes were searching for more Hydra men. She was more than sure they were hiding somewhere. They wouldn’t come to this even without any protection.

Both Pierce and Rumlow stopped farther away from the crowd. They kept standing there like two statues. What Y/N noticed was a folder Rumlow was holding. Who knows what they brought with them. She sighed. The whole situation smelled like shit. Something was awfully wrong and she couldn’t come to a reasonable conclusion.

The hearse arrived closer to the funeral and stopped three metres away from the casket. Y/N wanted to cremate her father. He didn’t deserve a burial. It was signalizing that the ceremony was about to end and they would take the casket into the crematorium.

The priest asked the family to say their last goodbyes. Y/N immediately stood up and reached for a single white rose that she had next to her feet. She took two steps and put the rose on top of the casket. It seemed as if people were expecting a speech. She simply turned on her heel and sat back next to Yelena, waiting for the rest of the people to say their goodbyes.

With this last act, the quests slowly started to disperse from the casket, heading to their cars. Four men come from the hearse, ready to take the casket into the car. The priest was already slowly walking away with some family members by his side, talking to him.

“I’m going there alone,” said Y/N when she stood up from the chair, ready to face her enemy.

“What? No,” Yelena grabbed her forearm and pulled her back. “Let me go there with you, just in case.”

“Just, let me do this alone. You’ll have me on your radar the whole time, alright?” she gave her a weak smile and patted her shoulder. After that, she slowly walked over to the two Hydra men, waiting for her with grins on their faces.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Bucky checking out her movement. As if he too wanted to join the talk but decided against it. Everyone was on edge, as was she. Both men approached her but kept their distance from Y/N. As if she had some disease and didn’t want to come any closer, worried they would get infected.

“Sincerest condolences,” Pierce started to talk with a sweet tone as if she was five. “Your father was an amazing man, I must admit. The last time I saw you, you were a child. I remember vividly when your father brought you and your brother to the meetings we used to have. Look at you now,” his voice lowered, sounding darker than before. “Nothing but an orphan stuck in a cruel world.”

She rolled her eyes. “What do you want?”

Pierce chuckled. “I came here to pay my respect to an old friend, as well as the rest of the old alliance,” and he turned his head to check on Stark, who was talking to his associate not far from the hearse. He noticed that Barnes and his men were approaching them. “Or should I say re-established alliance?”

Of course, she knew. Hydra was never stupid. “I don’t have time for this, Pierce.”

He showed Y/N his yellowish teeth. “You will have time for this,” said Rumlow and handed her the folder he kept holding the entire time.

“What the fuck is this?” she asked them, not caring about the tone or the language she used.

The old man leaned closer to her. “I want what’s mine, little girl,” he said through gritted teeth. “You have sixty days to hand me the whole Queens; otherwise I will take violently what is supposed to be mine.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she took a glance at the folder. When she opened it, there was a legal document, signed by both Pierce and her father – she recognized that signature. The third signature was by a lawyer. What she immediately captured was a sentence that stood up from the rest of the text.

…After the death of Atilla Fox, the entire business as well as the location of Queens will legally belong to Alexander Pierce...

She couldn’t read anymore. Her heart almost stopped beating. Never in her wildest dreams would she think her father was such a cunt. Didn’t it contradict the last document? She’d have to look into it.

“You don’t have everything under control, little girl,” Pierce laughed. “Your father never believed in you, or your dead brother. That’s why he wanted to close a deal with us – a deal only an idiot would want to close. And, here we are now,” he put a wicked smile on his face. The wrinkles on his old face couldn’t get any more visible and deeper.

That old dick has to be kidding me?!

“Oh, did I say sixty days?” he raised a brow. “Well, now it’s only 46 days left. If I were you, Raven, I would make the transition as soon as possible or bad things will start to happen to you and your friends,” and his eyes moved behind her, checking out Yelena who was talking to Sam.

She was left standing there speechless, still holding tightly the folder with the legal document. She expected anything but not this. Hydra took her breath away and her brain froze. Was this seriously happening?

It clicked inside her head and she came back to her senses, shaking her head in disbelief. This was the moment when she could end it all. Her free hand reached for the gun she carried with her. Before she could take it out, a massive explosion happened behind her, making her fall down to the ground.

People were panicking, screaming and running around. The voices kept mixing together and she couldn’t distinguish them. As much as Y/N tried, she couldn’t hear Yelena’s voice screaming at her. She sat up and turned around, seeing the hearse destroyed and on fire. Inside was still her father’s coffin – or what was left of it. That sight brought tears to her eyes.

“Yelena!” Y/N screamed, trying to find her friend. There was a ringing sound inside her ears that turned into a high-pitched beep.

Two hands grabbed her under her arms and brought her up on her feet. “Are you alright?” it sounded muffled. When she turned around, Bucky was standing close to her, hands gently stroking her shoulders.

Slowly, the real sound came back. “Yeah, yeah,” she nodded, sighing deeply. “I- I’m good,” she reassured him. “Are you?”

Without a warning, the sounds of bullets whizzed around them. More shouting was heard around the cemetery. Bucky grabbed Y/N by her hand and dragged her behind the nearest statue of an angel where they covered. They pressed their sides close to each other, while some of the gunshots hit the statue.

“Fucking, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Y/N kept curing under her nose. “Fucking bullshit, seriously!”

“What happened?” he asked her. “What is that?” he pointed at the folder she was holding tightly in her hand but was covered in dirt.

“You’d never believe what those fuckers did,” she huffed. “And my father was in it all along.”

“Y/N?!” they could hear Yelena’s voice calling from a distance. At that exact moment, the gunshot stopped and the place calmed down. It all took less than ten minutes. “Y/N?” Yelena shouted her name again.

Bucky helped Y/N on her feet once it was cleared to do so. The guests and all the families were slowly rising up from the ground, shaken by the assault. Some of them remained to lie down and it was clear that there were some casualties. Y/N couldn’t believe what Hydra was capable of. They planned it all out. This was her first defeat and she wasn’t handling it well. The pain that suddenly appeared in the middle of her chest was uncomfortable.

“Yelena,” Y/N’s eyes finally found her friend who was barely standing on her feet, covered in grass and mud from head to toes and her left arm was covered in blood. “Shit,” she whispered and put all speed into her legs, running towards her.

“Are you alright?”

“Fuck, you are bleeding.”

Yelena looked at the upper arm and scanned the wound. “Eh, it’s nothing. I barely even feel it.”

Y/N scanned the surroundings, checking everyone important to her. Sam was bleeding from his forehead. He kept sitting on the ground, face paler and without a lot of energy. Steve was by his side. His clothes were dirty but he didn’t seem too harmed. Tony was relatively fine, but his right hand, Natasha, had a torn lower lip and bruises forming on her face. What took her breath away was the scene unfolding. Wade and Ace were standing next to a body. Without asking, she knew who it was.

“Fuck,” Yelena sighed. “It’s Chao, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she confirmed.

Scott came limping to the men, holding his arm tightly. From the looks of it, he had a dislocated shoulder. They all need medical help.

“Y/N?” it was Steve who said her name. “Are you alright? You look terrible.”

Yelena glanced at her face and gasped. “Do you need to sit down? Are you going to pass out?” She grabbed her by her forearm and slowly pulled her down to the ground and she willingly went down, exhaling deeply.

Her hands were shaking. Everyone could see it because the folder she kept holding was shaking like a dog during winter. “Can someone please take care of the bodies?” she asked into the ether.

“I can give everyone medical help,” said Tony once he approached both women. “I’ll call my friend Dr Strange and he will patch you up and take care of your wounds.”

“That would be great, thank you, Tony,” Y/N nodded in agreement. “Please, take Yelena and Scott and anyone who was harmed. I- I need to g-go back home to find something,” her voice was trembling a little.

“I can drive you home, if you’d let me,” Bucky offered. She simply nodded her head, accepting the offer.

“What’s in the folder?” Yelena asked her. “You seemed pissed when you talked to Pierce.”

Bucky and Tony were listening closely, curious to get more information. Y/N handed the folder to Yelena and hid her face in the palms of her hands, groaning.

The blonde took out the document and the first thing she noticed were the signatures of Pierce and Mad Man Attila at the end of the other page. She quickly scanned the text with her eyes, trying to get to the important part. When she did, she gasped loudly. “Your father gave Queens to Hydra?!”

“What?” all the men asked simultaneously.

“After Attila’s death, there is a 60 day period during which should be Queens transitioned to Hydra. What the actual fuck is this?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N was frustrated. “Do you think I knew? If I did, I wouldn’t be here, trying to fix everything,” she punched the grass ground. “Fuck! Alright, here is what we are going to do now: You all will go get checked by Tony’s strange doctor-“

“Uh, no, his name is Dr Strange as in Doctor Steven Strange,” Tony corrected her. "He's an old friend of mine."

“Alright, you will all go get treated by Dr Strange while Barnes and I will go quickly drive to my home where I will try to find anything that would explain this shit,” she pointed at the document Yelena was still holding. “There has to be a fucking loophole or anything that will stop this nonsense.” She stood up and fixed her black clothes, huffing when she found a tear in her blazer. “Man, I can’t catch a break,” she murmured.

Yelena gave her a quick hug. “We’ll meet back at my place. I’ll call you later.”

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded. “Go with Stark and ignore Natasha, alright? I want that doctor to have a look at you and patch you up.”

“Yeah, yeah, mum.”

Chapter twelve

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There were two other much smaller fics that were clearly inspired by the one that I told you about, so because I hate myself, I summed up those too:

Clint gets berated for the “breaking back” comment on the Raft

Clint explodes at Steve and Nat for not calling Tony to help with the Info Dump

Tony berates Steve for judging him for knowing Klaue

Steve is detained for sympathizing with the Maximoffs (because they think he might be mind-controlled)

Bruce kills Wanda and Pietro in their fight at the tower, and no one cares but Steve

Bucky explodes at Steve and Sam in the warehouse when he learns about Wanda

Team Cap is arrested and lectured after the airport fight

Tony refuses to give Wanda a second chance because it was not his bomb that killed her parents. Wanda is executed

Wanda is detained and executed after the battle of Sokovia

Tony explodes at Sam on the Raft

Rhodey explodes at Steve and co for being in Lagos illegally

Tony has a stroke in Siberia and is forced to put the arc reactor back in. He sends a message to Steve in Wakanda about this, and Steve is kicked out in disgrace

Sharon is arrested for trying to steal Steve and Sam’s gear, and Team Cap is arrested

Agent Ross refuses to let T’Challa take Klaue to Wakanda

Vision meets with Wanda after Civil War, but betrays her and takes her to the Raft

Steve is hated by the whole world for the Info Dump

Rhodey explodes at Team Cap when they return to the Compound

Tony ousts Nat from her cover in Iron Man 2 and humiliates her

Steve is berated for his “then we’ll lose together” comment in AoU

T’Challa is horrified to learn that Steve and Bucky left Tony to die in Siberia and rushes to save him

Bruce explodes at the Avengers for letting Wanda join them

Valkyrie and Bruce discuss Natasha’s betrayal of him in Sokovia (honestly, fair enough)

Tony and Jarvis hack SHIELD after Iron Man 2 and learn about Bucky, so they destroy the entire organization (because apparently it’s fine when Tony does it)

FRIDAY convinces Vision that he is in an abusive relationship with Wanda, so he takes her powers and gets her arrested

Steve is a carrier of tuberculosis and doesn’t care that he endangers everyone (I think you’ve gone over this one)

Ramonda lectures T’Challa for his actions in Civil War

Jane, Darcy, and Erik call Tony during Thor The Dark World and he helps them fight the Dark Elves

SHIELD was manipulating Bruce, Steve, and Tony, so they team up against Fury

Scott is arrested and lectured for breaking into the Avengers Compound

T’Challa is arrested and lectured for the chase in Korea, so Killmonger wins

Steve and co are locked out of the hangar on their way to Lagos and get lectured by Karen Page. Wanda is arrested and later Frank Castle kills her.

Tony refuses to let Wanda become an Avenger and Frank Castle kills her

Agent Ross is lectured for refusing to grant Bucky a lawyer

Steve doesn’t actually care about Wanda and only used her to set a precedent for Bucky, and when she finds out she turns on him.

Rhodey forcibly recruits Clint and Scott to fight in Wakanda

Steve is a Skrull in Winter Soldier and Goose eats the Skrull

Steve and co find that their funds have been cut off by Tony and act like spoiled brats about it. Also they get lectured by a Veteran

Wanda takes a call from Christine Everhart at the Avengers Compound and turns on Steve when she is told about the chase in Bucharest

Team Cap returns to the US and finds that Tony has completely moved on from them. Also they get lectured by Jennifer Walters, and eventually get arrested again.

Jarvis finds out that Peggy knew about what happened to the Starks and Tony confronts her about it

Clint gets killed as a result of the Info Dump, so Laura turns her back on Natasha and names her son Anthony

Luis is there when Scott gets out of the Quantum Realm and gives him a recap of the last 5 years

Rhodey gets the Gauntlet and does the final Snap

Instead of staying in the past Steve hooks up with that waitress from the first Avengers movie

Tony explodes at Steve in Siberia and Bucky refuses to fight

Sam is only anti-Accords because when he and Riley had that accident he was in fact brainwashed by Hydra.

Vision tries to bond with Tony, and through a series of events this results in Thor murdering Wanda

T’Challa refuses to allow Steve and Bucky into Wakanda and gets them and Team Cap arrested

Strucker and List kill Wanda and Pietro before they can grow too powerful

Tony survives the final battle, and Steve realizes what a terrible person he is while returning the Stones

Quill has the idea to do a human chain like on Xandar when Tony takes the Gauntlet, and everyone lives

Alexander Pierce is ousted from power, so SHIELD ends up helping Tony during Iron Man 3

Matt Murdock lectures the Avengers for not supporting the Accords

Steve and Nat are arrested for the Info Dump

Sam realizes that Steve is manipulating Sharon and convinces Wanda to turn on him

Hope talks Scott out of helping Team Cap

Hank is berated for blaming Howard Stark for stealing his work

Quentin Beck and his team decide to oust Wanda instead of Tony

Wanda accidentally kills Clint at the Compound and goes full House of M out of grief

Bucky apologizes to Tony in Siberia, and Tony makes sure that the rest of Team Cap is given amnesty because Steve lied to them

Tony explodes at Bruce at the Sanctum

Clint and Nat turn on Team Cap when they visit the Barton farm

Heimdall senses Thanos before he reaches the Statesman and expends all his energy opening a Bifrost portal to Earth

Wanda is executed and the world celebrates her death

(continuation of 62) the Asgardians arrive on Earth and warn Tony about Thanos

The Avengers notice that Nebula has been replaced with her past self and react accordingly

Coulson gave Tony some combat lessons that he uses during the airport fight

Peter tells his classmates about what happened to Steve and they are horrified

Vanko gets pulverized by a racecar on the track

Some of these are harmless enough, but a lot of them are blatant spite-fic

And the other one:

After the fuel truck explosion, Tony throws in the towel, destroys the Quin-Jet, and tells Ross he can do whatever he wants to Team Cap

Tony explodes at Steve and Nat for not calling him to help with the Info Dump, tells Nat she can never be an Avenger again, and says without a shred of irony that he has no red in his ledger.

Clint turns on Wanda after she throws Nat, switching sides and stopping Team Cap from escaping

Rhodey explodes at Wanda for being scared of the Accords, claiming that she deserves to be locked up

Steve “sees reason” and doesn’t give Wanda amnesty, knocking her out and taking her captive. (I guess Pietro willingly surrendered).

Tony is in the Compound when Wanda flees, and lectures her before she goes

T’Challa kills Nat at the airport, and Clint breaks down when he finds out

The Raft is actually being completely rational by putting Wanda in a straitjacket and shock collar because apparently she loves to mindrape people.

Rhodey confronts Tony about recruiting Peter, but the conversation ends with him agreeing it was a good idea

Tony refuses to let Wanda become an Avenger and she is imprisoned for life

Nat goes to the bar with Steve and lectures him for going off of Sharon’s intel

Rhodey explodes at Team Cap when they come to the Compound in IW, and seriously argues that they should kill Vision because he is completely useless and they might get Jarvis back

Tony is hit by Vision’s laser, and Rhodey blames Natasha for it, making sure she gets imprisoned, then he gets Steve and Bucky’s destination and gives it to Ross.

Tony gets Donald Trump to yell at Team Cap (tbf, this one was labeled as crack).

Hydra abducted Tony in Siberia, and turned him into a weapon called the Mechanic. Everyone is mad at Steve when they find out

Tony explodes at Steve during the pen scene, berating him for harboring a Nazi (Wanda) and for being an imperialist, then decides to hang them out to dry

Bucky turns on Steve in Siberia and helps Tony arrest him

Instead of lashing out, Tony reacts joyously at the fact that he can finally prove Team Cap is evil, and makes sure all of them get arrested

Team Cap takes refuge in Wakanda, where at T’Challa and Steve’s request, they absolutely humiliate Wanda by forcing her to dress up as a little girl. Steve sees no issue with this because he is fine with calling her a kid.

Tony agrees to not join the Avengers, and takes pleasure in denying them whenever they ask him for something

Tony completely runs rings around Wakanda, threatening to expose them to the world unless they hand over Bucky and Wanda.

Stephen Strange shows up in Wakanda and tells Team Cap that Tony died in Siberia. He also tells them that the Snap is going to happen, who will die, and that there is nothing they can do to stop it because Tony is dead.

Tony hands Nat over to the Dora Milaje and gloats to her

Tony decides to stop trying to help Steve when he says Wanda is a kid, and tells Rhodey to cut ties with Team Cap altogether so Ross can legally detain all of them.

Rhodey explodes at Vision, telling him he is an embarrassment to Jarvis’s legacy, and that if he doesn’t want to be branded a criminal he needs to cut ties with Wanda completely.

Sam explodes at Steve for offering Wanda a place on the team, calling her a Nazi, and decides that Steve is not trustworthy.

President Ellis pardons Team Cap, and Tony warns him that it is career suicide

Stark sees Fury’s assessment of him and explodes at Fury for accepting Steve and Nat but not him

Tony refuses to go on the Time Heist, saying that he will never work with Steve again. It is still a success, and the Snap is still undone, so I don’t really know what the purpose of this one was.

Tony talks Vision into convincing Wanda to destroy the Mind Stone. When she does this, Jarvis reawakens, as the “corruption” was coming from the stone. Also, Wanda’s powers are gone, because fuck you.

Team Cap returns to America, and Tony tells them that the Compound is his property that they now have a restraining order against.

Bucky not seeking help means he doesn’t care about collateral damage, and Tony lectures him and Steve for it

Tony gets video evidence that Wanda is in fact a loyal agent of Hydra who tortured innocents for them and compelled him to make Ultron.

Tony locates Wakanda and sends the Iron Legion, where they easily take down the shield and expose the country to the world.

Tony finds Natasha’s SHIELD file; she was hired personally by Peggy Carter (who made a deal with Obadiah Stane, who was a Hydra flunky, to cover up the deaths of Howard and Maria).

Tony refuses to help with the damage in Bucharest, and sends Wanda to Nigeria to be punished.

Rhodey, Pepper, and Happy explode at Steve over his plan to go back in time.

Sam and Clint turn on Team Cap and realize Tony was right all along

Pepper is with Tony when Mrs. Spencer confronts him, and deconstructs the entire story (she is in fact a woman named Mariah Jameson who was presumably working for Ross), but Tony is still pro-Accords and makes sure Team Cap is detained.

Tony sees Natasha for who she really is when they first meet

Team Cap is pardoned, but Tony talks down to all of them and says none of them are good people

META: Tony sees all the fanfiction about him and he and Steve gawk at it

Tony went to prison for six months for making Ultron, and when he returns he absolutely freaks out seeing Wanda

Tony gets mad at Sam for being dismissive of Vision’s statement during the Accords discussion, and takes the opportunity to explode at everyone about the Info Dump

Tony created a weapon specifically for destroying the Mind Stone just in case that ever came up, and he uses it on Vision with zero hesitation.

Tony lectures Team Cap for believing Ross was the one in charge

Tony accepts the “intent matters” argument, and still arrests Wanda because he didn’t intend to cause the death of her parents.

#ao3 #mcu fanfiction #shit tony stans say

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