nothing has what avengers assemble has
"you lead, i'll follow" "keep leading like that and we might actually stick together" "do what you do best, cap, save the day" "WE ARE NOT FIGHTING EACH OTHER" "stay with me stark" "i was brave long before i was captain america and tony was a hero long before he was iron man" "there are a few old fashioned things worth keeping around" "fall backwards i'll catch you" "you are your father's greatest invention" *steve picks up tony and spins him around* *steve takes care of de-aged tony* *tony risks his life to save steve* *tony risks his life to save steve* *tony risks his life to save stev-
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The Entities, the Fears, the Powers, the Dread Powers, The Things That Were Fear.... Tournament!
MAKE YOUR ALIGNMENT. You have a choice to become an avatar of terrible power. Feed it or it will feed on you.
The polls will be divided into two rounds, each round lasting for one week.
ROUND 1:
The Buried vs. The Web vs. The Stranger [link]
The Corruption vs. The Dark vs. The Hunt [link]
The Lonely vs. The Desolation vs. The Slaughter [link]
The Flesh vs. The End vs. The Spiral [link]
The Eye vs. The Vast vs. The Extinction [link]
ROUND 2 will pit the five winners of round 1 against each other. Whoever wins successfully pulls off the ritual to bring their fear god into this world.
Choose wisely.
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Hero to None, Savior to All
Maribat BioDad!Batman
“Oh, like you’re any better, father! Or should I say Batman?” Ladybug whirled around, staring the man in the eyes.
“Mari, I-” Bruce kept his face blank, looking down at her. What was she doing? Playing hero?
“Oh don’t ‘Mari’ me! I am, and will always be, Marinette DUPAIN-CHENG to you, Wayne!” She spat at him, taking a step forward towards him.
“Marinette…”
“I am the LADYBUG, savior of Paris, savior of France, savior of this entire FUCKING WORLD! And you think you can just show up and change that?” Marinette heaved, rage burning in her eyes.
“Ma-”
“OH DON'T YOU INTERRUPT ME NOW, MR WAYNE! YOU’VE HAD FIFTEEN YEARS TO SPEAK UP SO IT’S MY TURN!” She snarled, her mouth straining at the ends from how wide she had to open her mouth to scream.
“…” Bruce swallowed, facing the girl. He could hear the pain in her voice.
“I have tried, AND TRIED, to reach out to you, to anyone! But none of you supposed heroes want to get your heads out of your asses long enough to listen! So I did your job, every single one of you all’s job, and SAVED THIS PLANET, THIS GALAXY! HELL, I’VE SAVED THIS TIMELINE MORE TIMES THAN YOU’VE BREATHED IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE THREE TIMES OVER!” Tears streamed down Marinette’s face, leaving red ugly lines when she wiped them away. “So go ahead, tell me what I’ve done wrong! Tell me I’m just a kid in an adult’s costume! Won’t be the first time I’ve heard, nor will it be the last! But you will not erase all of the pain my citizens have gone through, nor will you erase everything I’ve done! I am Marinette FUCKING Dupain-Cheng, savior of all that exist and don’t exist! I am the champion of PARIS!”
“….” Bruce’s eyes softened, watching the trembling girl- no, the trembling hero. Her stare told stories of tragic losses and unwavering pain. She wasn’t a kid, no, she had long since lost that title. She was someone who had faced more than anyone could handle, but here she was, still standing. She was a symbol of hope.
“WELL? Is that all you got to say now? ‘Cuz you were quite chatty EARLIER!” Marinette pointed a finger at the man, stabbing at his chest. She was breathing heavily, anger the only thing filling her movements.
“…..” He lowered his gaze, unable to stand looking at the once child. Reaching forward, he took hold of her hand.
“Oi! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU-” Bruce yanked her forward, wrapping his arms around her tightly. “LET GO!”
“….” Bruce held her tighter, silently crying his own tears for her.
“I SAID LET GO! LET GO OF ME!” She struggled against his hold, slamming her fists against his shoulders.
“LET GO!” She continued, using every last bit of strength she had left to try to claw out of his hold. “I SAID LET GO.. let go of me…let.. go..”
Marinette could feel as her body went limp, weighing down heavily on her very bones. Her strength left her completely, her muscles going slack. She couldn’t even control her tears from staining her face.
“…et go…” Her eyelids grew heavy as her legs shook, giving way to the weight of her body. All she could hear was her own whimpers as everything blurred together.
As her eyes closed, a pink splash of light over took her body, leaving her in her civilian clothes. Bruce looked over the unconscious body of his daughter, able to see the scars covering her body more clearly. He didn’t even hold back his small gasp at her injuries. His little girl… could he even call her that anymore? She was so different from before, from the pictures and videos he was sent. She was so small, but so large. She had the presence of someone who would do anything to save those she loved. She was…
His little girl was a hero.
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