#also Sun should have fucking decimated her brother

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Be Your Own Hero - Steve Rogers x Reader (part 9)

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Summary:  You’ve lost all your family and most friends in The Decimation. Refusing to believe their deaths are permanent, you dedicate years to find a way to reverse it. Upon finding something that might help, you search for the Avengers’ help. It’s Steve Rogers x Reader, but in reality it’s mostly Badass!Reader. Also, Non-American!Reader

Warnings: mild language.

Note: Y/Co = your country. Y/Ci = your city; Y/N/L = your native language.

Previously: All exhaustion from the day (God, it all been only a day) overwhelmed you as Steve took you to... a room. Your eyes couldn’t keep themselves open enough for you to see if it was yours or not. You felt yourself being laid down on a bed, but couldn’t bring yourself to let go of Steve just yet. He was so warm... “Y/N?”, he prompted. “You’re warm”, you said simply. “Warm...”, and darkness came again, but this time you welcomed it.

Part Nine

You woke up in the middle of the night with an urgent need to pee.

Your mentally cursed your bladder. There you were, in the dreamless sleep you had so desperately longed for, and now you knew you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep unless you went to bathroom. Sighing, you tried to stand up, only to find yourself stuck by a pair of arms. Only then you realized your heard wasn’t rested on a pillow, but on someone.

That someone being Steve Rogers.

Your breath quickened. How did that happen? You barely remembered what happened after arriving back on your own timeline, only that Steve had been the one to take you. You couldn’t remember falling asleep at all, exhausted as you were.

Well, you were still too tired to think. Careful not to wake him up, you disentangled yourself from him and crawled out of bed. Fortunately, the room you were in was attached to its own bathroom. You didn’t want to wander around the place.

Relief washed over you as you finally managed to pee. Silently as you came, you left, crawled back to bed and rested your head on an actual pillow. As much as Steve made a great fake one, you wouldn’t dare to use him again, no matter how much you wanted to.

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When you woke up again, the sun had already risen, and Steve was no longer there. You instantly felt yourself colder, but before you could mentally scold yourself, Steve showed up from the bathroom, toothbrush in hand. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty”, he greeted, and you were positive you were blushing.

“Is that movie even from your time?”, you teased instead of actually replying. It was crazy; you had gotten used to tease Captain America of all people.

Then again, you two spent a month training together for almost 24/7, and shared a bed now. Teasing shouldn’t be surprising.

“The Disney movie? No, it isn’t. But you do know Sleeping Beauty is an old fairy tale, right?”, he replied with a grin.

“Oh, I forgot”, you said sincerely. “My brain hasn’t completely woken up yet.”

“Mine either, to be honest”, he said, yawning. “Woke up twenty minutes before you, and almost couldn’t get out of bed. God, yesterday was exhausting.”

“Yeah.” You yawned back. “Pretty sure that day lasted more than 24 hours for us. Haven’t been this tired since I got out of my mom.”

He snorted and laughed at that. You giggled, unable to restrain yourself. His laugh sounded like music to your ears, as cliche as that sentence sounded.

“I don’t think even pre-serum me has ever felt this tired”, he replied. “But my super solder stomach woke me up begging for food. Want me to get something for you?”

You shook your head. “I just want a couple more hours of sleep. Can I stay here?” Now that your eyes were fully open, you could attest this wasn’t your room. (Or rather, Scarlet Witch’s.)

“Of course you can. See you later”, that said, he left the room, closing the door. A part of you wanted to melt at his kindness, but the rest of you just wanted to close your eyes and fall back asleep, and so you did.

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Intermission: Steve’s POV

When he got in the kitchen, only Bucky was there. He had faintly heard the others arriving back the Headquarters, but he didn’t muster the energy to leave his room to greet them. You had fallen asleep still in his arms, and he laid down to try to disentangle you from him so he could sleep on the floor. However, he had underestimated his exhaustion; he fell asleep as soon as he felt the mattress on his back.

Not that he was complaining. It had been the best sleep he had gotten in years, and he was pretty sure your presence had something to do with it - even though you were no longer in his arms when he woke up, he smiled like an idiot upon seeing your sleeping self, wondering what it would be like if he woke up every morning like this.

Calm the fuck down, Rogers, he thought to himself. He was being almost as worse than he was with Peggy after two years knowing each other. He had met you a month ago, for fuck’s sake.

“Is everyone still sleeping?”, he asked his best friend, who was eating a pair of toasts.

“If you mean everyone who stayed here, yes”, he replied. “All aliens went back home, including the Asgardians, which seem to have moved to... Norway, I think?” Steve nodded to indicate he guessed right. “Anyway, T’Challa, Okoye and Shuri went back to Wakanda through the wizard’s sling rings. Asked if I was going too, but I decided to at least wait for you.”

“I appreciate. I’ve missed you, buddy.” He side hugged his friend, who returned the gesture.

“Wish I could say the same”, he said. “But I didn’t even know three years had passed when I woke up. It felt like I had tripped and got knocked out for a couple minutes.”

Steve frowned, trying to remember how exactly did Bucky vanish. Then he snorted. “You fell face on the floor when you got dusted”, he said.

“Woke up facing the mud”, Bucky groaned. “Yeah, laugh all you want, you punk.”

“Jerk”, he replied immediately. “Anyway, what happened in Asgard after I left? You guys took a whole minute to come back. I heard.”

Bucky took another bite of toast before answering. “We managed to get rid of the rest of Thanos’ allies, either by killing them or just kicking them out of the planet for good. When everyone was about to leave, Loki and the green woman - Gamora, I think - asked to come to 2021 with us. Someone - not Tony - had the idea of bringing extra suits in case of failure, so we wouldn’t have a repeat of what happened to Y/N, and gave them to the two. But Thor told Loki that he had to stay and help his past self to defeat their sister Hela, who would come after Odin’s death to seek revenge and destruction. Loki then summoned Odin somehow, and they asked who wanted to help destroy Hela while Odin was still alive. I didn’t, so I came back, along with Sam, Rhodey, Tony and others.

“Some of the magically powerful ones stayed, and came back a few seconds later than us. Long story short, Hela was killed for good, in a cruel manner if you ask me - I’d rather spare you of the details the Asgardians so proudly told us -, Odin took the throne back, someone brought past Valkyrie to be trained for King, and Loki and Gamora came here. Thor is really happy, and Loki is worried by his brother’s looks, I think.”

“He had gone through some hard times, Buck”, Steve defended his teammate and friend. “It’s hard to describe when you weren’t here to see.”

Bucky nodded, and silence fell between the two. It was short-lived, though. “So, you got a girlfriend while I was away?”

He sighed. “Y/N is not my girlfriend, for starters, and I met her a month ago. You heard about it in the debrief before we went to rescue her.”

��Oh, that was a bad summary”, he complained. “I want the good quality content.”

Steve sighed, and told him all about the month spent with you, all while trying to keep his heart rate down and prepare his breakfast.

“You’ve got it bad, my man”, Bucky said in the end. “You should try to make a move, though. If you managed to fall for her in the span of a month, she might have at least a... what do they call now? Ah, a crush.”

“I might”, he replied after taking his first bite of food. “When we are all rested. I’m still not entirely sure if it’s a good idea, though. She is most likely going back to Y/Co to reunite with her family. That was the reason she came here, after all.”

A short silence. “You could follow her”, Bucky suggested quietly. “Personally, I think it’s about goddamn time Captain American retires, regardless of where you end up.”

There was no possible reply to that, so Steve kept his mouth shut and ate his breakfast.

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Back to reader’s POV

According to an old digital clock in Steve’s room, it was nearly noon when you woke up for good. Your stomach seemed to agree it was lunch time.

After trying to make yourself minimally presentable, you headed to the kitchen, hoping to find something there. A lot of people were gathered inside, seemingly trying to cook lunch with varying degrees of success.

“Hey, Y/N!”, Natasha greeted you, holding a frying pan. “Lunch will be ready soon, make yourself at home!”

Steve smiled and waved at you. Stark, Potts, Barton, Danvers, Scott and Rhodes greeted you normally, while others introduced themselves: Sam Wilson (aka the Falcon), Hope Van Dyne (aka the Wasp, though you didn’t know that), Maria Hill, Nick Fury (who was just sitting around, actually), Peter Parker (aka Spider-Man), Wanda Maximov (aka Scarlet Witch) and... Bucky Barnes?

“Uh, with all due respect, weren’t you dead?”, you said bluntly.

He frowned. “I thought my identity was public knowledge”, he replied innocently.

“It might be the case in Wakanda”, Steve said, “but the files Natasha leaked don’t have any mention on the Winter Soldier’s civilian name.”

“There were theories on the internet”, you added, “but no one gave them credit, to be honest. Even after finding out HYDRA had developed the serum, nobody believed they had run tests as early as in World War II.”

“It makes sense”, Barnes said after a while. “They did try to strip me of my identity. There was no reason for my name to be written down. Anyway, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N Y/L/N. My buddy here has told me all about you.”

There was a glint in his eyes you couldn’t read into. “I hope all good things”, you replied. “Where is the rest?”

“Bruce is at med bay”, Natasha answered. “Taking care of his burnt arm. We still don’t know if it’ll heal.”

“Thor and the Asgardians went back to Norway”, Danvers added. “And the Guardians of the Galaxy took their spaceship and went... somewhere. I might leave soon too, after I visit some friends.”

“Strange went back to work”, Stark said. “Guy never rests. And Morgan is with a nanny Pepper hired at last minute. Did Happy already go to get her?”

“He left fifteen minutes ago, sir”, the disembodied voice you knew as FRIDAY answered.

“Great. We have a lot to celebrate after lunch.”

“And a job”, Steve replied. “Someone has to get the Infinity Stones back to their timelines.”

“True”, Scott agreed. “Who’s going to do it, by the way?”

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That job fell into yours and Steve’s hands in the end. Or rather, it fell into Steve’s hands and you offered yourself to go along, not only because you wanted to travel across time and space once more, you wanted as much time as possible with him.

Working with the Avengers had been wonderful. Not only you successfully brought everyone back, you got to meet a lot of heroes from Earth and from space. There was a minor setback (okay, maybe the threat to your life wasn’t ‘minor’) but everything worked out in the end.

But you supposed it was time for goodbyes. You weren’t really suited for a hero’s life; you just wanted to go back to normal, with your family and friends by your side. However, you couldn’t say you wouldn’t miss the friends you had made.

Especially Steve. Your feelings for him only grew in the past weeks, and you were half sure you were in love. You were certain you weren’t meant to be, though. Steve was a man out of his time, and many of your talks showed that he still missed the past deeply. He carried a compass with Peggy Carter’s picture inside! If that wasn’t proof that he longed for the life he lost when he crashed the plane, you didn’t know what it was.

By nighttime, you two were suited up, carrying three Stones in each hand. The Mind Stone was back to the Scepter, the Time Stone was held inside a pendant, and the Power Stone was inside an orb, but no one managed to rebuild the Tesseract that held the Space Stone. Soul and Reality didn’t need anything else with them.

“Okay, let’s review one last time”, Stark said as he turned the time heist on. “Mind and Space Stones go back to New York in 2012. Time goes back to 2017 Strange, also in New York. Power is sent back to Morag, 2014. Soul and Reality to 2018. We all agree it’s too dangerous to send them back to Titan, right? So we take Soul back to Vormir and Reality to Knowhere.”

You and Steve nodded. Once again, you carried extra suits, timers and Pym Particles. Better to be safe than sorry.

“Okay, then. On 3... 2... 1...”

Stark Tower, 2012

The main hall was nearly empty. “Where is everybody?”, you asked Steve.

“Anywhere but here”, he replied. “Everyone got busy after the battle. HYDRA’s trying to retrieve the Scepter and the Tesseract, SHIELD agents are doing the same while evaluating Loki, and we are wrapping everything up.”

You nodded. The Scepter was in your hands. “Are we sure we should hand both of these back? From what you guys told me, these Stones will only bring more problems in the future.”

He turned to you with a thoughtful expression. “What do you suggest?”

You took the Mind Stone out of the Scepter. “Let’s switch Stones and throw Mind in the elevator shaft. It barely glows, so it will take quite a while for them to find it.”

You turned to him to get the Space Stone. He had a mischievous smile on his face. “I like the way you think, Y/N”, he said, handing you the Stone. You placed it on the Scepter. Then, as the elevator doors opened, you threw the other down. You and Steve were quietly laughing as you got in and waited to arrive at the floor the Avengers would be at.

When the doors opened, things were way more chaotic than you expected. Grinning, you simply threw the Scepter on the floor. “Let’s just suit up and go”, you suggested. He nodded, and you both left.

New York, 2017

This looks like a mansion”, Steve commented while standing in front of the Sanctum.

“The Sanctum in Y/Ci is much more modest”, you replied. “It was disguised as a tarot reading shop. Anyway, let’s get in. Strange must be waiting for us.” You knocked. Steve was the one holding the pendant with the Time Stone, ready to show it when needed.

It was Wong who opened the door. It was odd to see him and not be able to greet him like you would had you saw him in 2021. This Wong had never met you. “Oh, you came with the Eye of Agamotto”, he said. “Come in.”

Strange showed up soon after, coming from a random room. “Captain Rogers, Miss Y/L/N”, he greeted. “Thank you for returning the Stone to me.”

Steve handed him the pendant. “Before we go”, you said, “may I use the bathroom?”

“Of course”, Strange replied politely. “Captain, I have something for you in the meantime.”

After coming back from the bathroom, you tried to ask Steve what did Strange give you, but he simply waved it off. “I’ll tell you when we’re done.” You bid your farewells to Strange and Wong, and activated your suits.

Vormir, 2018

You could smell death all around the planet. “What kind of planet is this?”, you whispered quietly to yourself.

“Let’s just deliver the Soul Stone and get out of here”, Steve said, probably just as tense as you were.

“I was thinking”, you replied. “We could let the Reality Stone here too. Buried under the sand, like we plan to do with the Power Stone.”

He frowned. “Why?”

“It’ll make it harder for Thanos—or anyone else—to find it. People come here to find the Soul Stone. Nobody will think of looking for another.”

He nodded and opened his mouth to speak, but a voice stopped him. “Y/N, daughter of [your father’s first name]. Steve, son of Sarah.”

You both turned to see a floating red creature wearing a black robe. “Red Skull?!”, Steve exclaimed. “What the hell are you doing here? I thought the Tesseract had absorbed you.”

‘The Tesseract had what?’, you thought incredulously.

The red-faced man answered, “The Space Stone cast me out, banished me here, guiding others to a treasure I cannot possess. But it seems that you came to return it, instead.”

“Yes”, you replied, ignoring the fact that Steve apparently knew this guy. “We have no more use for it.”

“Alright, then”, ‘Red Skull’ said. “Follow me.”

And so they did. He led them to a cliff. “Normally, this is where you sacrifice one which you love to acquire the Stone. However, in your case, it is where you will return it.”

“I knew it!”, you mumbled. A sacrifice was needed to get the Soul Stone, and this was how Thanos had killed Gamora.

Without hesitating, you threw both Stones down the cliff. “What have you done?”, Red Skull asked, his voice tone unreadable. “The Reality Stone cannot be acquired through the sacrifice.”

“That’s the point, Sunburn”, you replied with a grin.

“Well, it was nice seeing you again, Schimdt”, Steve said with a tone that pointed it hadn’t been nice at all, “but we have more work t—“

He was interrupted by an orange glow. Something floated up to them and fell on the cliff’s edge. When the glow faded, you immediately recognized Gamora.

“A soul for a soul”, you heard Red Skull say as Gamora stood up. “It seems that the deal goes both ways.”

“Where am I?”, Gamora asked. “Who are you?”

“You’re on Vormir, and we are allies”, Steve replied. “We’ve met your friends. Guardians of the Galaxy, right?” She nodded. “We can take you to Earth. Rocket and Groot  are there.”

She frowned. “What about the others?”

“On Titan”, he said. “They were fighting Thanos last we saw them, and it’s too dangerous for us two to be near him. They are supposed to go to Earth afterwards, though.”

It took a couple minutes, but Gamora eventually agreed.

Morag, 2014

You dropped Gamora on 2018 Earth and quickly proceeded to your last destination. Past Peter Quill was no longer there, but none of you were really bothered. You two knelt and buried the orb near the temple it originally was. “At least this is a timeline with no Thanos”, Steve commented quietly. “Let’s go”, he said as you finished burying the Stone.

“Wait, Steve”, you said as you stood up. “You don’t have to come with me.”

He frowned. “What?”

You sighed. This was hard, but you knew it was the right thing to do. “You have extra Pym Particles. We both do. Steve… I know you never really moved on from the past. You still long for the life that was taken from you when you fell on the Artic. You don’t feel like you belong in our present, do you? This is your chance to rewrite your story, Steve. Go to 1945 and dance with Peggy. Find Bucky while he still hasn’t turned to the Winter Soldier. Get rid of Zola and HYDRA before they take over. Make everything right. You’ve fought for so long, you deserve to rest.”

His eyes widened, but he said nothing. You took that as an agreement on his part. “Go be happy, Steve. You deserve it more than anyone I know.” You suited up and proceeded to turn your timer on. Before you could go back to your time, you had an idea. It was entirely impulsive, but it was your only chance. “May I do something? You can push me out at any time.”

He nodded slowly, seemingly still processing what you had told him previously. Gently, you placed your hands on both sides of his face, stood on your toes, closed your eyes and kissed him on the lips. It was brief, nothing more than a peck—you didn’t want to stay enough to find out if he’d kiss you back or not—but it was everything you ever wanted. You backed out fast, and activated your timer. “Thank you for everything”, you said.

Your last thought as you entered the Time Heist was that you never got to know what Strange had given him.

Avengers Headquarters, 2021

You opened your eyes to see Steve looking at you with a small smile. You frowned. “What?”

He let out a quiet laugh. “I think we need to talk a bit, huh?” You nodded, still shocked to see him there, looking exactly like he did when you saw him. “Let’s go to my room.”

You waved to Stark and followed Steve to his room. There, he sat on the bed and gestured for you to sit beside him. “I thought you were going to follow my suggestion”, you said quietly.

He smiled. “I kind of did. I did go to 1945, but not to Peggy’s home. I went to the Arctic, shortly after the plane crashed, and rescued my past self.

“After he came to his senses, I told him I was from the far future. I gave him a notebook Strange gave me when we were in 2017. He said the notebook had showed up at the Sanctum with my name in it. When I opened, waiting for you to come back from the bathroom, there were notes regarding Peggy, HYDRA, Bucky, the Starks, the Avengers and many other things. When you suggested I should go back, I understood what I truly had to do.

“I told past me to go fix my timeline, and live the life I hadn’t been able to. When he seemed to understand, I helped him find a way to go back to US.”

You bit your lip. His story was clear, but there was still something you didn’t understand. “But why didn’t you do it yourself? Why did you gave it to the other Steve?”

He reached your face and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “For someone so smart, you can be really oblivious sometimes.”

You blinked, heart rate increasing. It couldn’t be, could it? “What do you mean?”

He grinned wide, hand rested on the crook of your neck. “She wasn’t my Peggy, he wasn’t my Bucky. That timeline didn’t belong to me. You were right in a way. That Steve I saved will surely be happy now… but I wouldn’t.”

He turned in your direction. “Once upon a time, Peggy was the love of my life. But I’ve moved on from her. Yes, I missed her. Yes, I wish Bucky and I had gone back from the war and had peaceful lives. But I made a life for myself here, a good one. I have friends, a nice home… and I found someone new. Someone to love.”

You gulped. He kept on, “I was afraid she wouldn’t like me back. After all, I was the idiot who fell in love after only a month of knowing her. But then… she kissed me, can you believe it? Right after telling me to go chase another woman. She wanted me to let her go after kissing me, but I couldn’t. Not when I had a chance to be with her.”

You were sure you had stopped breathing. Steve had just said he fallen in love with you. You. It couldn’t be real.

“Me?”, you whispered, afraid to speak any louder and wake yourself up from that dream—because that had to be one. “You… love me?”

“Don’t look so surprised, Y/N”, he said softly. “A beautiful woman shows up at my home one day, offers me a chance to get my friends and half of the universe back to life after spending three years devoting herself to find said chance—years that could have been spent on chasing her own dreams—, gives emotional support not only to me but to other members of the team, treats me as a person instead of a hero, nearly sacrifices herself so Thanos wouldn’t go after us, is worthy of wielding Mjölnir and shows to put everyone above herself. Not to mention she’s funny as hell, has good taste in film and music and gives the best hugs of the century. How could I not fall in love?”

Your breath returned, but quicker than it should be. He was looking at you as if you were his whole world, and there was nothing else to look at.

You still couldn’t understand how and why someone as wonderful as Steve fell for an ordinary woman like you, but you’d be damned if you let him go. “You know, I’m really relieved to hear that, because I fell in love with the most amazing man I’ve ever met. I think you might know him. Steve Rogers. He’s pretty handsome for a centenary man, and his smile makes me want to melt on spot. Not to mention he’s always been kind to me and laughs at my bad jokes. Oh, and he’s a hero, did you hear? Captain America, paragon of virtue and a moral compass for an entire nation. You’d think the guy would have an ego twice his size, but he’s actually really humble, and lives up to his reputation. He makes me want to be a better person, every day, and look, he’s Catholic like me, meaning my dream of getting married at church is still within reach...”

Yes, you were rambling in an attempt to hide your nervousness. He didn’t seem bothered by it, though. When you stopped talking to take a breath, he asked, “May I kiss you? You didn’t gave me the opportunity to kiss you back in Morag, and I really, really want to show you how mad you were to think I’d leave you for Peggy.”

Unable to answer that with words, you nodded. His lips reached yours, and everything else faded away.

Epilogue

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Happy holidays, everyone! Now there is only an epilogue missing. It’s going to be cute, I promise!

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daughter of artemis // p.p — [03]

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Demigod! Reader [Female pronouns]

Warnings: swearing; angst [a lot of it]; greek mythology rewritten [completely my interpretation of it, oops]; slightly based off the games god of war and assassin’s creed odyssey; hurt/comfort; cliche; fluff [on later chapters sometimes]; mentions of sex and gore; slight alternate universe

Follows events after Endgame, but Tony, Natasha, Steve, Loki are alive in this universe. 

Author’s Note: Killing the links because, no notes means no motivation to update. Let’s hope~ Go to my bio for the masterlist, guys! 

Word count: 4025

03 // θείος uncle

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The day began for her when Natasha landed her first kick to her chest. Moving backwards, (y/n) stood her ground and didn’t allow herself to fall completely. Quickly shifting the weight on her left leg, (y/n) moved forward and used her hands to throw a punch, which Natasha caught effortlessly. Smirking, the red haired woman side-stepped and swept her leg below (y/n)’s stance, but (y/n) had already fallen for it way too many times to not see it coming. She jumped briefly, and landed a kick to Nat’s side, causing the redhead to stumble back in surprise.

Their training was intense, and (y/n) was a fast learner. With fire in her eyes, she tread along Natasha’s polished yet hard training; not backing down even a bit. Natasha was impressed, but if (y/n) really wanted to learn how to fight, then she still had a long way to go.

Yet, Natasha wouldn’t deny she was curious as to why (y/n) wanted to learn how to fight. If it was something that started after the snap, then (y/n) wouldn’t already be this good. This only meant that the girl had learned before, somewhere, in her previous life; a part that Natasha wasn’t aware of. One thing she couldn’t figure out was this: Was she really okay with training a random little girl after something as horrible as the decimation? (y/n) looked desperate and in the need for training, a story there that Natasha knew nothing about, which should have perhaps given her all the more reason as to not train the girl.

But, the look in her eyes reminded her of her own, from so long ago.

Stopping briefly, Natasha checked the time. They had been at it for over three hours, no break. Turning to the girl, she noticed sweat drop down her temples, a determined expression, bruised knuckles, and chest heaving for breath.

    “Let’s stop right now.”

(y/n) cocked her eyebrow at Natasha, almost understanding without words that there was more Nat wanted to say.

    “You need a break, kid.” She smiled softly, pressing her knuckles.

    “How am I doing so far?”

    “If you’re looking for compliments, don’t ask.” Nat chuckled.

(y/n) rolled her eyes. It had been three days since (y/n) had allowed the rain to fall on her skin, three days of anxiety and overthinking, yet, there was no sign from Olympus that they had found her. Did Zeus’ rains not reach America? Was something wrong? There was another thought in her head, something she didn’t think could be possible—was Zeus still around? Did Fate stop for him as well?

    “Penny for your thoughts?” Natasha asked, sitting herself down next to (y/n), on the terrace of the shelter.

It had become one of their primary hangouts. It was either this or a park Natasha would take her, only for a change in place. (y/n) sighed before shaking her head, biting her lip.

There were so many things that Natasha wanted to ask the girl, but couldn’t. (y/n) literally asked her nothing, she didn’t want to know more about the snap, she didn’t want to know where Natasha learned her fighting skills from; it was as if (y/n) was not curious at all about who or what Natasha was, and what had happened to the world. Perhaps, Natasha figured, this was her way of keeping herself out of the radar. Ask no questions, give no answers—(y/n) had a lot more at stake than Natasha could put her finger on.

Sometimes, Natasha watched her. Her movements were poised, but was also as if she dreaded everything she did. There was a liquidity to her grace, almost as if she were trying to reach something that was no longer there. (y/n) was by herself, Natasha had deduced this much, but it felt as if this was a fact (y/n) was not particularly used to, but was forcing herself to feel. Sometimes, when she was not fighting, (y/n) was slower, her movements would mimic the serenity Nat felt under the rays of the moon at night; not aware of what the moon symbolized to the girl.

Her eyes were glued to a speck of dust only she could see, a feature of hers was that she got easily lost in thought, but her eyes followed this speck of dust wherever it went, an elegant sort of nothingness that gathered every bit of the girl’s attention as if it were calling out for help.

    “I won’t lie to you,” Natasha began that afternoon, breaking (y/n) from her wordless reverie. “I’m curious about you.”

(y/n) knew this much on her own. Anyone would be. A girl appears out of nowhere, a foreigner, wanting to learn how to fight, and fending rather well for someone who wants to pass as a beginner. Eyes glued to Natasha’s features, (y/n) didn’t even contemplate on revealing anything. She could not, and so she would not.

    “I’m sorry.” An apology in place of an answer only revealed that there were more secrets.

Natasha chuckled, “That’s why you don’t ask questions.”

(y/n) was quiet.

    “I wouldn’t have had to ask you this at all if…” (y/n) paused to word it right. “If my uncle trained me.”

Natasha was quiet. She was not meant to ask questions. Just listen.

    “He’s my mother’s twin brother. He was never really happy when I came into the picture, especially without a father to be around and all.”

A second pause. This meant Natasha could intervene. “Where is he?”

A shrug followed silence. A breath followed the shrug. Natasha could sometimes not look away from (y/n)’s mannerisms. So many guards being up, yet, the pain in her eyes was as clear as day.

    “He’s never been around, and I don’t think he even knows about me. So, I don’t really blame him. I don’t know who he is, just that…” Pepper, “He’s here. In America.”

    “Your mother trained you?” Natasha asked without thinking, and got no answer. She nodded to herself, before waiting to see if (y/n) replied.

    “If my uncle had agreed to train me, I wouldn’t have to make you go through this at all. I’m sure you have to figure out things… Like, saving the world and all.”

Natasha chuckled, “Right now, I just want answers. A lot of my friends disappeared. Training you takes my mind off how fucking terrible my life is at the moment.”

    “It’d have saved me a lot of trouble if my uncle did help out. At least I wouldn’t feel this…” (y/n) didn’t complete the sentence, but Natasha knew the word. Lonely.

    “He’s a dick for not sticking by your side.” Natasha said, smirking.

(y/n) scoffed. “He sure is, I won’t deny that.” The two shared a soft laugh, but it ended as soon as it began.

(y/n) smiled at the ground. Natasha looked at her. It really was as if (y/n) was smiling at something instead of smiling to herself.

After their training session that evening, (y/n) went back into the shelter to rest. Natasha was unaware that in these two weeks, she had gotten used to being around the 13-year old, almost as if there was an unspoken kinship between the two. For the first time, Natasha’s records found nothing about the girl, knowing just her first name proved nothing. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t try to find out who (y/n) was or even if (y/n) was her real name.

At one point, Natasha stopped searching. She knew that the girl wanted things to be a secret, and there was no more reason to be suspicious of the girl. This then truly became something that took the red haired woman’s mind off things.

What she didn’t know was that night, not only does Carol Danvers bring Tony back, but it would be the last time she’d see (y/n) in a long while.  

❅

When Natasha didn’t show, (y/n) wasn’t scared. Maybe she got tired of not knowing anything more, she thought to herself before standing on the terrace alone. Tying the tapes around her hands, (y/n) made a makeshift punching bag, and started with it. Natasha had taught her the technique to use a dagger, but she’d need more training. And it would only begin with one thing first: an undying determination.

On some nights, she felt a slight bit of warmth on the nape of her neck, similar to that of sunlight. She knew her uncle would often watch her, but had never approached her. He’d watch in the shadows, as much as a shadow that the sun could be when the moon was up in the sky. (y/n) learnt to ignore him to the best of her abilities, and continued training.

By the time Natasha was gone, (y/n) had skilfully learned how to move around the dagger in her hand, as if it were another finger. There were several cuts, which she had learned to heal over the days, but now she was close to moving it around without cutting herself. At nights when she couldn’t sleep, (y/n) would play with her mother’s dagger, think of her mother’s scent and hair and laugh; but most nights, (y/n) found comfort in thinking of the boy’s eyes, a boy she had never met, but had somehow gotten used to grappling on for strength.

People at the shelter expected her to do nothing, since she rarely ate from there, rarely spoke to anyone, but only needed a bed. Someone had come down, someone named Happy, to run the shelter when May was not around; it didn’t make sense to her that his name was Happy, and apparently he worked for a ‘Ms. Potts’ from Stark Industries. None of this mattered to her, but she remained and spent most of her time either on the terrace or the park, whichever suited her mood that day.

Two months passed rather quickly; for some strange reason, (y/n) didn’t miss Natasha, but merely wondered what had happened, where she had gone, if she was okay—but once or twice in an entire week, and this worry barely lasted. (y/n) had mastered using the dagger by then, slowly, and the scars on her hands healed. She had started to lose some weight in her hips, and her legs were toned with all the kicking she had been doing. It’s relatively easier to fight an unmoving sack of rubbish, she knew this couldn’t count as actual improvement, but (y/n) felt faster, stronger.

    “It’s funny you didn’t call me this time.” Natasha’s voice alerted her that afternoon, two months after she had initially gone missing.

Her hair wasn’t red anymore. It was a soft blonde, with some streaks of her previous hair color showing at the ends. Strangely, Nat looked a lot more older and stressed in those two months than she ever did before. (y/n) blinked before smiling at her, wanting to welcome her the only way Natasha would probably want to be welcomed by someone she was tutoring.

(y/n) displayed her dagger skill, twisting and turning it around in an almost inhuman speed, startling Natasha. Running to the older woman, (y/n) kicked her, which Natasha blocked, but fell backwards either way. Her kick’s much stronger now, she thought before quickly moving out of the way, saving herself from (y/n) attacking her with her elbow. Natasha grabbed her by the back of her neck and held her in a block, but (y/n) bent down and easily got out, as if she were water. Natasha’s surprise lasted only as long as (y/n)’s next blow met with her face, causing the blond woman to spit out some blood.

    “Welcome back.” (y/n) said, smirking.

Natasha turned to the girl and grinned, “I take it you were busy.”

    “I wasn’t just sitting around waiting.”

Nat stood up, and smiled at the girl, not even intending on masking the look of adoration in her eyes. She could clearly see the same unspeaking grace again, but something was different. (y/n) was more polished now, her smile held all of her secrets, but it was locked, not intending on slipping out. Her movements were poised, but spoke to nothing invisible as they had before. Her gaze met Nat sharply, not getting lost in a speck of dust like before.

    “I hope you haven’t told anyone about this arrangement, Natasha.” (y/n)’s voice was lower.

Natasha shook her head. “We’d agreed on that initially. I made a promise. But, I had to go. And I need all the distraction I can get.”

(y/n) nodded. “I’m grateful.”

    “But I’ll be honest, I really need to know who I’m training here, (y/n). Right now, I don’t know anything about you, and all I can gather from the bits you’ve told me is that you have something against your uncle, for not being there, but that’s it. Your mother’s gone, and you’re here. I need to know, (y/n).”

Natasha had a point. (y/n) was getting stronger, and if she got any stronger than Natasha, she’d be formidable; but, what if she was a foe? What if she was someone to look out for? And Natasha had created a monster? She didn’t want to go through that.

(y/n)’s gaze was glassy; for a moment, Natasha saw the previous poise again. The broken poise of a lonely girl, a runaway.

    “I can’t keep giving you the benefit of the doubt, kid…” Her voice was a mere whisper.

(y/n) nodded. Looking down, she felt everything around her come to a still. Patience is an inner pause, a brief stillness, a moment we give ourselves to breathe through our initial reaction so we can move to the place where a calm, thoughtful response is born. Patience is a gift of time we give ourselves so we can give the gift of peace to others. Patience, was something she couldn’t give herself right then.

She thought of her mother and cried.

    “I can’t. I can’t tell you anything,”

She thought of the prophecy and shuddered. Natasha came forward and grabbed the girl before she fell.

    “I wish I could, oh God, I wish I could tell someone, but I can’t!”

She thought of her uncle, watching her right then, but doing nothing about it, and felt terrible.

    “I really wish I hadn’t lost her. She was everything to me. She was the only family I had in that rotten place. And… And here… I don’t even know who I’m looking for.” Pepper. Someone named Pepper. Someone who was in Greece 13 years ago. Pepper.

Natasha held her. She watched her. Said nothing, but waited. But, a second later, she smelled it. Both of them paused, the crying stopped, indicating that the air around them was now different. Natasha looked at the girl for answers, knowing that whatever it was was there for her, and the girl offered no answers in return.

A moment later, a knife came flying toward Natasha, which she jumped away to avoid. From behind the entrance to the terrace revealed a boy, almost (y/n)’s age, blonde hair and blue eyes—a Nazi wet dream—but almost too perfect looking to be a real boy. The symmetry on his face was impeccable, and not a single misplaced hair on his head or anywhere else. While Natasha struggled to understand where this breed of fighting children came from, (y/n) had her answer. From the smell, she knew what this creature was.

This was no boy. This was no human. This was one of the henchmen, Zeus was alive and well, and was sending her his regards.

Holding her dagger sharply, (y/n) swiftly moved forward to attack the boy, who merely dodged everything (y/n) had to offer. But, with a quick sidestep, and a faint, she had him pinned underneath him. And a second before (y/n) dug her dagger into his neck, Natasha pulled her away, letting the boy free.

    “I did not train you to kill a boy!” Natasha yelled, glaring at her.

(y/n)’s eyes widened, before turning to see the boy trying to throw another knife at Natasha, this time, impaling her left hand. Cursing out loud, Nat was pushed aside as (y/n) pushed forward again, dagger in hand. Natasha quickly moved, grabbing the girl, not eyeing the boy while he came forward with an intent to kill. What the fuck is going on? She thought, not letting (y/n) go, and the boy coming closer to stab her.

A moment later, an arrow shot through the side of his neck and came out through the other side, halting their movements. Natasha’s eyes widened as the blond boy turned to a pile or steaming hot mud; red and watery, like blood of a creature. Her breath quivered, and she let the girl go, trying to grasp what she had seen. Natasha followed her gaze to where the arrow had come from and spotted a man—light brown hair, eyes that shone like the sun. He looked like he had a pained expression on his face, his bow extended. He was wearing casual clothes, not dressed for the weather, however. It was cold out, and he wore a sleeveless white tank with light grey trousers that reached his knees.

    “Uncle…” The girl breathed, and Natasha turned to the girl, shocked.

    “What the hell was that thing?” Natasha snapped, witnessing the girl’s uncle come toward her, touching her wound.

Natasha winced, the knife wound hurt more than it normally would, and the man noticed that Natasha understood it was not normal.

    “It’s a poisoned knife,” his voice was low. “He was not human, clearly. Not to worry, this is the sort of poison that increases the feeling of pain. A regular clean up would do.”

Natasha gulped. He then moved to the girl, who had her hands rested on her knees, panting. She wasn’t tired, but afraid, she was shaking.

    “I need to talk to you, (y/n).” The 13-year old didn’t reply.

    “Are we just going to ignore that I’m standing here with a wound given to me by some mud kid?” Natasha asked, cocking an eyebrow.

The man turned to the woman and blinked. His expression was glum, as if he didn’t even want the red haired woman to be there.

    “This really isn’t any of your concern, Natasha Romanoff. I’d worry about your wound more than this matter, if I were you.”

Natasha sighed, “Listen, I’m training her. I need to know what’s going on so that it doesn’t cause a problem to—”

    “Some saving the world you did there, eh?” Apollo’s words were malicious.

Natasha frowned, but froze. He knew who she was, and he knew what had happened.

    “She’s 13 years old and you’re training her.”

Natasha shrugged, “I started younger than that.”

Apollo frowned.

    “Leave this to us.”

(y/n) pushed her uncle aside and walked toward the red haired woman. Holding the woman’s hands, (y/n) literally begged with her eyes. I promise I will give you an explanation. Just, not now.

Natasha sighed before breathing out, nodding once, and making her way downstairs. If the girl had promised her answers, then she might as well wait.

(y/n) turned to her uncle and licked her lips.

    “You could have died if I wasn’t there—”

In a swift movement, (y/n) grabbed her uncle’s hand and pushed him to the ground, twisting his hand behind his back. Flabbergasted, her uncle broke out of her hold and pushed her down, only to have her flip up back quickly, and kick his chin.

    “What the—”

Apollo grabbed the girl’s hands and shoved her aside, but this didn’t stop her. She moved once more, throwing quick punches at him, kicks in between, all of it, he evaded. For a second, he could picture Artemis throwing punches at him, moving as swiftly as (y/n) was moving at that second. Apollo’s heart raced, the girl was exactly like her mother, but she was not giving him time to breath.

Moving to her left foot in a second, (y/n) raised her right leg so high and came to kick Apollo’s head—a move only Artemis had done against him—and made him halt. Kicking her to the ground roughly, he barely noticed the tears in his eyes.

    “What is wrong with you?” He screamed, breaking down to his knees.

(y/n)’s eyes widened, and just stared at him.

    “Why were you born!? Why?” Apollo’s yells were loud, and (y/n) knew Natasha was right there, listening.

(y/n) didn’t know if the woman had gone down to get the wound treated, but she was right in staying back. She’d get more answers than otherwise.

    “My sister’s life turned to shambles because of you. Why couldn’t you just—”

    “I won’t apologize.” (y/n)’s voice was low, but definite.

    “Of course. You won’t. You’re too much like her. Artemis. You’re too much like your mother. Fuck! It kills me to see you. It kills me to know my own father wants you dead! Just,” Apollo looks up at his niece, his eyes filled with tears, rage, and guilt. “Run away. Run away, (y/n)! Please! I’ll do anything, just give me this. I’m begging you as an uncle, please. Just live. Forget about this prophecy, forget about Greece altogether, just live a human life, please!”

(y/n) is quiet the whole time. She feels Natasha’s presence waver, which meant that the woman was no longer there. Sighing, she placed a feeble hand on her uncle’s shoulder and crawled closer.

    “I only want the truth.” Her voice was a whisper.

She even looks like her, Apollo thought before wiping the tears away.

❅

Several minutes passed after that. The two sat beside one another, against the wall on the terrace. Apollo and (y/n) watched an early sunset that day, the whole time wondering why.

    “This is way too early for a sunset.” (y/n) commented.

    “This will do.” Apollo whispered.

Silence was often what they shared between them. Initially, it was unwelcome, but turned out (y/n) was warming up to it these days.

    “You chose a mortal to train you.”

    “She agreed, and she’s very good.”

Apollo chose not to comment.

    “Olympus…” (y/n) looked at him. “It’s in shambles. The whole place. Ever since the Fates went to sleep, half of Olympus turned to dust.”

(y/n)’s jaw clenched at the news. “Zeus too.”

She froze. “What?”

Apollo nodded. “It wasn’t Zeus who sent the henchman. It was Hera. She’s there. Alive and well. Jealous as always.”

(y/n) couldn’t believe it. “Is Zeus dead?”

    “No.” Apollo said, frowning into the horizon. “He’s not dead, he’s not here. It’s strange. Hades has said nothing of the sudden loss in numbers. Souls have not increased, no one has actually died. It’s as if they were taken somewhere else. Some other power in the universe has these souls locked up somewhere else. Not where they go once they die,”

(y/n) was quiet.

    “Hera doesn’t trust me. She never has. I saved you today, but if she finds out…”

    “Nothing will happen to you, uncle.” (y/n) said, looking up at him.

    “I know. Nothing will happen to me, but something might happen to you. She knows where you are.”

    “But, if Zeus is… gone, his rain couldn’t have found me.” (y/n) said, putting the dots together. “How did Hera find me?”

Apollo shrugged, a bit similar to how her mother would. “She has her ways.”

    “So, are you on my side now?” (y/n) asked, smirking.

Apollo shook his head. “I shouldn’t have involved myself, but you are the only living memory of my sister. I can’t let you die.”

    “That means you’re on my side.” She pushed.

Apollo frowned. “Stop talking.”

❅

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Goodbye Jack, I'm Sorry

So yeah, another mpreg prompt but if you don't like it then shove off.

Rhys bit his lip as he looked at the results, his closest friends sitting right across from him in the privacy of his own home. "I-but how? I was on suppressants! I have an implant! How could this-?!" He bit off on a choked sob and his friend the accountant rushed over to his side to help him hide. "Hey, it's going to be okay Rhys. We'll figure something out."

Their other friend bit his lip and looked over at the PA with a look that screamed I'm sorry. "Judging by the growth, it seems that during the time of the attack on Helios is when it was conceived and that was during your heat correct?"

Rhys nodded.

"During the attack, Zarpedon set off an EMP that wiped out most electronics on the station. Which includes your implant and unlocked your womb. Rhys, you are currently four months pregnant."

The omega wailed and hugged his friend tighter while their doctor friend joined them in a group hug. "You should call him, if there's one thing Jack hates the most it's surprises."

Rhys held the man's hand "Thank you, Tim, for everything." He leaned into the doctor's embrace who looks almost exactly the same as the man he has been sleeping with for the past year and a half.

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Brr brr brr

Click

"Really not the best time, cupcake! These assholes have got a murder on!" Handsome Jack's voice rang from the echo while Rhys leaned against the doorframe of his bedroom with a hand around his stomach.

"Jack- I mean sir. I have something to tell you." The PA choked as the gravity of the situation hit him hard.

"It can wait till I get back, come get me you sons of bitches!"

The call cut off and Rhys dropped to his knees, he couldn't do this. It just-he and him-no they can't. Jack has a kid of his own, he's running his own company and he's also engaged so...there's no room for the two of them.

He knows what he has to do but it is going to be hell of a lot hard for him to do it.

----

He wipes the sweat off his brow after he finishes the manual he's created for his replacement, he picked a law student grad who knows how a company runs and has some daddy issues but is a Beta. The other choices were old men or women that couldn't tell their asses from their elbows.

He glances around the massive office once last time before he hands the receptionist his key card and pass codes and bids the place farewell. Tim and Vaughn pick him up from the office and bring him to the clinic for one last checkup. "Vitals are stable, hormone levels are adequate and...heh you've got three beautiful pups in ya. Looks like they're identical."

Vaughn snorted "Three mini Jacks running around the house, oh your life is going to be hell!" He chortled which earned him a slap on the back by Rhys robotic hand.

Tim gave him a years supply of prenatal vitamins and some other supplements to help with fetal growth before they all bid each other goodbye.

††††

The doors to Jack's office burst open as the king himself walked in with the air of an egotistic hero. "Ahhhh it feels great to be home!"

All that happiness left in an instant when he heard his little girl sniffling and immediately runs to his daughter's side. "Angel! Angel baby are you okay? What's wrong?"

The fourteen year old looked up at him while she held a letter in her hands "Dad, Rhys left."

Jack bit his lip then threw on a smile "Maybe he's gone down to Pandora to get some ice cream? You know how much ice cream he eats." He tried to soothe his little girl.

The siren growled "He left for good!" She yelled, her arms glowing as her powers activated. "He said that he is sorry and that he hopes you're happy!" She shoved the letter into his chest and ran off to her room. Leaving the king like president dumb founded.

He looked down at the letter she had thrusted into his chest and could smell the distressed scent of his PA wafting off of it like he was standing right by him.

Jack. Mr. Lawrence. Mr. Handsome Jack sir, I apologize for the inconvenience my sudden.

(The whole top part of the letter had been scratched out.)

Jack, I'm sorry that this is sudden but I can't stay here under your employment anymore. I'm sorry but I can no longer be your quick fling nor your personal assistant.

I've made a manual for my replacement and have chosen a grad student Beta to take my place. Just give them the book and they'll know what to do.

Tell Angel that I'm sorry for not saying goodbye but I wish you both the happiness you both deserve.

Congratulations on your future wedding, may you have happy days.

Rhys Gallagher.

He should feel angry, furious, disappointed but none of that comes to mind. He should tear up the letter but he can't move. "Rhysie. Dammit, why? Why are you doing this?" He brought the letter close to his face and inhaled deeply the scent of his Omega. The quirky, lanky programmer of a PA who he hired on a whim and now doesn't regret a single thing. Until now.

He shoves the letter into his drawer and storms out of his office, past his receptionist and straight to security. He kicks the doors in and barks "I WANT EVERY JACKASS IN THIS ROOM TO TRACK DOWN WHERE MY P.A WENT!" he howled.

Yvette freezes in her chair and subtlety calls Rhys so that he can hear what is going on up on Helios.

"I want him found and I want him home yesterday!"

Rhys, on Pandora, bit his lip as he listened to the call. He didn't think Jack would care, he didn't think he meant much to the fucking King of Helios. He thought that he was just some code monkey fuck buddy to him. He shook his head and ended the call before looking over at his arm and then at the replacement Atlas had designed for him. "I'm sorry, Jack."

From then on, his days as an Atlas employee began and he disappeared from Jack's radar.

→→→→

Fifteen years later*

A fifteen year old boy with auburn brown hair and green eyes grinned as he faced a bunch of psycho bandits. "C'mon, sweethearts, you really think you can take me on? Only in your sick dreams." His sharp chin and square jaw makes him look like the oppressive ruler of Hyperion but if you asked this kid he would say "That guy? No way are we related. 'Sides, I'm cooler than him by far."

He's wearing a navy blue sleeveless tunic and a pair of baggy trousers with some black swamper like boots that make him look like a pirate rather than a desert dweller of the dirt planet called Pandora.

A girl with brown eyes of similar age and dark brown hair rolled her eyes while she sat on top of a shanty house and watched the boy. "Mom is going to kill you."

The boy only grinned and began to slaughter all the psychos with the gauntlets around his hands which fire small rocket like bullets upon impact that decimate its target. Creating a bloody mess and no hopes of identification.

The girl rolled her eyes and adjusted the blades on the back of her arms as well as front. She recalibrated her weapons and flexed her arms till she was satisfied with the results and puts her tools away into the belt around her waist.

"Jackson, quit screwing around. We have to get ready for mom's party." She announced, her long hair pulled back into a ponytail with one long bang covering her left eye. She is wearing what looks like a tube top with two belt straps that connect her shirt to her shorts. Two more straps wind around her legs and snake down to her slip on shoes that have small decorative wings on the heels. On her back is a strange backpack that actually holds mechanical wings she can control with her back muscles and by moving her core.

"Harley, do you really have to be a buzz kill?" The boy known as Jackson with slicked back hair griped before wiping his face and body off with a towel to remove the blood. "This party is just going to be a drag, a bunch of fat ass aristocrats who either A.) Want to get into mom's pants or B.) In his pockets. Why the fuck should we go?" He rolled his eyes.

Harley took a deep breath before slowly exhaling "For support, it would mean a lot to him if we were there. We don't have to talk to anyone, just stay still and look pretty."

Her brother narrowed his eyes in what can only be described as disgust. "If I get groped again, there will be blood." He promised green orbs that promise murder.

Harley only smirked "Don't worry, we'll have your back. Les and I will make sure those gross aristocrats don't pinch your ass again."

»»»»

Rhys stood in the ballroom wearing his usual black jacket and trousers with his platinum plated cybernetic arm outstretched to greet the on coming guests. Even though fifteen years have passed, Rhys doesn't look like he's aged a day probably because of his healthy diet of fruits and veggies.

Even if he did have gray hair and wrinkles, Jack would still see him as the most beautiful creature in the world. "Rhys." The name slips past his lips as he watches his Omega, his former PA and the man he is going to beat the shit out of soon.

"You look awesome mom!" A teenage girl with one green eye and one brown eye squealed as she hugged Rhys, wearing a gold colored sundress that gleams brightly like the sun itself. Her brunette and auburn colored hair tied back into a luxurious bun that sits atop her head like a crown.

Rhys petted her head and gave her a tight squeeze "Thank you, Les. You look adorable in that dress." He smiled before letting her go and then darting his eyes around the room looking for someone. He persed his lips and sighed. "Where are Jackson and Harley?"

Les or Lesley if you would, rocked back on her heels while scratching the back of her neck. "Jack is still getting ready and Harley is at the punch bowl."

The Omega pinched the bridge of his nose "What's the problem this time?"

Lord knows it takes forever to get his son ready, Jackson prefers a certain style for his attire and won't wear anything except that. This style is pirate theme or at least water themed and it can't be flashy or else he'll walk around shirtless.

"He says that he doesn't want to dress up and rather wear his own clothes." Les replied carefully.

Jack watched them interact from close by and there is no mistaking it, that is his daughter. 'Is that why he left? Because he was pregnant?' Jack thought anxiously, feeling his pride take a beating because his Omega couldn't tell him and had to hide the news.

He felt the ring box weigh heavily in his pocket, he picked it out specifically for him. It must have been what Rhys meant by "future wedding". He must have seen the receipt for it or maybe it was the chapel he booked that gave him the wrong idea.

His eyes narrowed and all he saw was red, there his beloved stands not two feet away and damn him will he let him go again. He hurriedly made his way through the crowds of people and grabbed Rhys by his flesh arm before pulling him flush to his chest. He buried his nose into those brown locks and inhaled his sweet scent. "Dammit, Rhys. You really like to make me work for you huh? I've been looking for you everyday for the past fifteen years." He felt a sob bubble in his throat from all the longing he felt for his former PA.

Rhys stood stock still as the Alpha he once loved held him so close with such a tight embrace he was afraid he might break. "Break it up before I barf." Jackson oh so eloquently requested.

Wearing a brown tunic and trousers plus his swampers, Harley stood next to him wearing a black dress with a sweetheart neck line and a slit up one side.

Rhys's jaw dropped "Harley Angela Gallagher what are you wearing?!"

The girl shrugged "Something to catch me a date, there's this hottie I've been wanting to wrap around my finger. She's got a sister too."

Rhys face palmed while Jackson rolled his eyes "Jack, these are your kids." He said with a groan and gestured to the triplets.

"Harley, the eldest, Jackson, the second eldest and Leslie the youngest."

Jack let go of Rhys but kept an arm around his waist, putting on his best smile. "I'm Handsome Jack Lawrence. Your dad and president of Hyperion."

Jackson didn't look amused and said nothing while Harley said hello and Leslie full on tackled him. "Daddy!" She cried out with joy which earned her a hug and being picked by the Hyperion pres himself. She nuzzled her head into his neck, breathing in his scent.

Jack held her tight and looked over at his kids, his beautiful wonderful children that he missed out watching them grow up. He let Les go and heaved Rhys over his shoulder "Sorry, kiddos. Mommy and Daddy need to have a little quality time and a long talk."

Jack took them to his hotel room with a protesting Omega wriggling around on his shoulder and smacking his back. "Jack! I have to give a speech soon!"

He was unceremoniously thrown onto the wide queen sized bed. "Oh you're going to give a speech alright." Jack chuckled in that 'I'm going to kill you and enjoy it' tone before caging Rhys in on the bed with his hands on either side of the Omega's hips. "Mind telling me what happened fifteen years ago?"

His former PA looked away "You hung up on me when I needed you. I was so scared that I didn't know what else to do. Then I remembered that letter I found, saying the date had been set for your wedding and a dress had been picked out for your bride."

Jack chuckled and gently took Rhys chin "Baby, if you talked to me we would have figured things out."

Rhys glared and took his head away "I can't be a good fuck for you while you're married, Jack. Pregnant with triplets and having to tiptoe around your wife and not being able to tell who the father is. I couldn't do it."

Jack leaned in and breathed in Rhys scent before whispering in his ear "That dress." He pressed a kiss to the Omega's bonding site, sending shivers down the other's spine. "That date." He moved till he was able to engulf the site fully into his mouth "It was all for you. I was going to propose after I got back." He began to suck on the sensitive skin, causing Rhys to grab the sheets and spread his legs to accommodate the Alpha between his legs. He bit his lip to stifle a moan when Jack pinched the skin between his teeth and pulled slightly.

"I wanted to make you mine, I picked out the most perfect dress, a perfect planet and top notch security to have our wedding." Jack murmured against his skin "But that is going to have to wait, because I need to punish my Omega." He purred into Rhys ear.

★★★

Rhys panted and whined as Jack held him in his lap and shallowly thrusted his fingers in his ass. Only rubbing just the edges of his prostate and not getting anywhere close to his womb. "Jack, please." He gripped onto the Alpha's lapels and tried to fuck himself on those rough padded digits only to have them ripped away. "Uhuh uh, kitten. This is a punishment after all. I'm going to keep this pace up till you're begging me for my cock." The Hyperion CEO smirked before he rubbed Rhys's entrance with the tip of his calloused finger.

The Omega male whined and whimpered as slick oozed from his teased hole. "Jaaaack!"

The Alpha growled and rubbed his erection against the Omega's oozing hole. "You want this, kitten? You want my cock in your tight hole?" The Hyperion CEO growled into the Atlas man's ear.

#mpreg #jackxrhys #abo dynamics

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A closer look at the Avengers: Infinity War trailer

So the new trailer for Avengers: Infinity War is here! And it’s an epic one. I’m going to look at it a little more closely though, because i think there are things involved in the trailer that some people might not have seen....

Thanos

The big guy, the Mad Titan. Thanos is the villain of this movie and he is here to fuck shit up. The intro to this trailer though is voiced by Gamora, his adopted daughter, who reveals his motivations to the Avengers.

“The entire time i knew him, he only ever had one goal. To wipe out half the universe. If he gets all the Infinity Stones, he can do it with the snap of his fingers. Just like that.”

This line from Gamora is a reference to the comic book Infinity Gauntlet, a story that depicts Thanos actually getting his hand on the complete set of Infinity Stones and snaps his fingers to kill half the universe in order to attract the attention of the woman he loves, Death.

Eventually, Thanos loses the Gauntlet and the power, and it would later fall to his other adopted daughter Nebula to undo his damage. While Nebula is in this movie, could she really go up against Thanos in the same way? I doubt it will come to that but who knows.

We also see a glimpse of a young Gamora taking Thanos’ hand.

The interesting part for me though is what happens when they walk away, because you can see to the sides of them that there are soldiers holding people at bay as the walk off.

If you look closely, the people share Gamora’s green skin and the soldiers resemble the Badoon. 

In the comic books, Gamora’s people are killed by the Badoon and she is the last known survivor, where Thanos would later find her and adopt her in order to train her as an assassin. In the MCU version of the story though, it appears that Thanos controlled the Badoon at one time and used them to take over her homeworld. 

The moment they walk away seems to symbolise the last moment of her species existence.

The Infinity Stones

In the new trailer, we see confirmation that Loki pretty much hands over the Tesseract, the thing that houses the Space Stone, to Thanos. His motivations for it are unclear though, could it be to spare Thor’s life? Or does he know of Thanos’ power from their time together before and does it out of fear? Who knows.

There’s one thing we can say for sure though, and that is that Thanos cracks open the Tesseract like an egg and takes the Stone.

When Thanos arrives on Earth we know that he is has the Power Stone and the Space Stone in the Gauntlet.

All of the Stones are powerful in their own right but the Power Stone grants him unlimited strength and the Space Stone allows him to travel the cosmos in the blink of an eye. He is truly a danger to The Avengers.

Captain America

The trailer shows us more of Cap’s activities during the movie, the biggest though is that he physically stands toe to toe with Thanos.

Look at Thanos there, he didn’t expect someone this powerful to be on Earth. With the Power Stone though, he should be easy to punch out, so why isn’t he?

Well one theory i have seen online is that part of Erskine’s Super Soldier Serum that made Steve into Captain America is based on the Heart Shaped Herb from Wakanda, which in turn could be mutated from the Soul Stone. This information relies on the idea though that the Vibranium meteor that lands in Wakanda had the Soul Stone in the heart of it.

That means if Cap, and by extension T’Challa, are products of the Soul Stone, then they would have some degree of power of the other Stones. We saw this in Age Of Ultron with Vision’s ability to decimate Ultron (a fellow product of the Mind Stone).

The Avengers

It’s a little difficult to see from the trailer, but The Avengers are together in some shape or form in spite of the events of Civil War. At one point of the trailer we see T’Challa welcome Steve Rogers and others to Wakanda.

If you look closely you’ll see people from all sides from Civil War, Vision and War Machine were on Iron Man’s side but are here with Captain America and Falcon. Also Bruce Banner is present, who i’m sure will be getting a slap in the face from Natasha for running away at the end of Age Of Ultron.

In New York though we have a basic team of Iron Man, Spider-Man, Doctor Strange and Wong. 

Oh and don’t worry about Peter here, it’s likely that his classmates are looking out of the window on the other side of the bus (you can’t see them at all in that GIF) so he can sneak out and swing into action.

Also we have the Guardians and Thor.

Judging by other moments from the first trailer, it seems like Banner falls from space somehow and lands in Strange’s Sanctum, which later leads to the others joining them on Earth or some of the New York team going up to space. Based on Peter Parker’s meeting with Doctor Strange, it looks like some of them are in space.

And that leads to a meeting of the greatest minds in the universe, Tony Stark meeting Peter Quill.

All in all, i don’t think it’s going to take too long for all of the Avengers to Assemble in the movie.

The Black Order

Present in this trailer are Thanos’ generals, the group known as The Black Order. In the comics they are made up of Ebony Maw, Supergiant, Black Dwarf, Proximus Midnight and Corvus Glaive, but in the MCU they are taking a few creative choices by removing Supergiant and changing Black Dwarf’s name to Cull Obsidian (an alternative name for the group), and the group is going to be called The Children Of Thanos.

Here we get a proper look at the group. Cull Obsidian is the giant guy at the back, and in front of him is his brother Corvus Glaive and his weapon the glaive that gives him his powers. Corvus is Thanos’ favoured general in the comics. To Corvus’ left is Ebony Maw, the master manipulator, who we see torturing Doctor Strange in the trailer.

Ebony Maw has next to no abilities as a fighter, but he has a supreme intelligence and powers of persuasion and uses them to get his own way. This isn’t their first battle however, as Ebony Maw and Doctor Strange battled in the classic Hickman Avengers story Infinity.

In this story, Ebony Maw is looking for Thanos’ Inhuman son known as Thane and uses Doctor Strange to cause havoc on Earth. Inside Strange’s Sanctum Sanctorum, he whispers in the ear of Stephen Strange and tricks him into summoning a monster on the streets of New York.

The last member is Proxima Midnight, the wife of Corvus Glaive. She shares similar abilities to him and like her husband wields a weapon, a spear that was made in the heart of a dying sun by Thanos himself.

My Thoughts

All in all, there is a lot to digest from this trailer, more stuff i likely missed, but i think the movie looks absolutely incredible. I’m not sure if i should see it in plain IMAX or in IMAX 3D though.

I do think there’s going to be a couple of big deaths in this movie. I think Loki is going to be one of them, once he hands over the Space Stone to Thanos he is pretty much worthless to him. Also i think they’re going to go with a big emotional one like killing Captain America.

Anyway i hope you have a good weekend and hope you enjoyed my post.

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