#and Bruce knowing he's behaving suspicious as fuck but not sure how else to get the message across

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After I read the last addition to time travel post is spewed my drink everywhere caues I was laughing so hard, cognitive recalibration 🤣🤣

In Steve’s defence: He means well.

On the other hand a valid counterargument: What the fuck, Steve.

[I’d say I’m sorry about the mess but I’m mostly just glad I’m not the only one who finds it funny lmao]

#ReRe answers #definitely-nope #lovely people #not gonna lie I cracked up so hard when I wrote it #i just picture Tony's and Nat's face #and Bruce knowing he's behaving suspicious as fuck but not sure how else to get the message across

[scentedsongrebel]

Mission: Get Cap the girl

Pairings: Steve Rogers × Reader

Summary: They may be master assasins, ex-soldiers, super heroes and spies but matchmakers they were not.

Warnings: Fluff, cursing, nosy avengers, sexual innuendos, mention of porn 

Word Count: 2944

A/N: Hey guys this is my first time wrinting Marvel so I hope you like it cause I have a lot.more ideas…

Steams of salty sweat ran down his forehead to the end of his face which he wipes off with the mini towel he has in his hand. Making his way through the common living room of the compound he distinctly hears Sam shouting about the unfairness of going on runs with a supersoldier.

He ignores Sam as he reaches the kitchen area and the scene in front of him twitches his lips in a small smile.

She stands in front of the coffee machine mutterring angrily about Tony and his stupid alarm system and saying words that if he dared to speak in the 40’s, his Ma would have rinsed his mouth with detergent.

He is so lost in her as he makes his way towards her, he completely misses the presence of Bucky and Natasha sitting on the bar stools of the dinning table, sharing knowing smirks.

She groans as the coffee machine takes centuries to get the work done but before she can take her anger out on it he reaches her and offers to help.

She grumbles something and then takes a seat nearby. He begins to prepare her coffee which is almost done just needs the addition of the creamer, one tablespoon, just as she likes.

When he is done, he hands her the cup and she moans as the hot goodness hits her throat.

Steve takes a seat besides her and watches as she completely gulps down the entire thing in one more sip and then gets up

“I’m gonna head back to bed suckers” she says as she yawns and stretches her arms

“Didn’t you just wake up?” Bucky asks “and why did you drink coffee if you wanted to sleep again?”

She shakes her head but before she could open her mouth and say something Steve beats her to it

“The coffee was to stop the headache after the stupid alarms wake her up so mercilessly”

All 3 sets of eyes turn to him in confusion, shock and understanding

“What? this happens every morning” he smiles that charming smile that makes her heart flutter

“Yeah well Tony has overridden my commands to stop the alarm system and I’m too sleepy to fix it” she smiles sheepishly and he feels butterflies in his stomach

“Anyways I’m gonna head to bed” she yawns and then touches Steve’s shoulder “Thank you so much Stevie, You’re a life saver”

As she makes her way towards the living quarters he can’t help but touch his shoulder where he can still feel the imprint of her hand and smiles like an idiot.

“This is ridiculous” its Natasha, she is sitting on the bar stool besides Bucky munching on her cereal.

“Agreed” Bucky nods, having discarded eating completely “Just ask her out punk”

Steve just sighs and shakes his head “Its not like that Y/N and I are just friends”

Both Bucky and Natasha look at each other before they start laughing, hysterically, holding each other to maintain balance.

They keep laughing for so long that Steve grumbles angrily before grabbing a tetra pack of orange juice from the fridge and descending towards his room.

Bucky and Natasha keep laughing even when Sam finally reaches them not that breathless after having taken a break.

“What’s going on?” he looks around the rest of the kitchen but it is empty “Did I miss something?”

“Oh birdbrain” Bucky having regained his breath makes his way towards the sink with his bowl “We are just getting started”

“Welcome to Mission: get Cap the girl”

_———————-:)(:———————–_

The moment he walked into an empty living room, Steve knew something was wrong. Never in his time as an Avenger has he found the living room devoid of the presence of one of the Avengers except for when they were on mission.

Steve knew for a fact no one was supposed to be on a mission today and thus he knew something was wrong.

Boy was he right.

As he crosses the hallway his super soldier senses sense presence in the meeting area.

Shaking his head he makes his way in there. They’re playing poker in the meeting room again and even though it is not what the room is for he feels offended no-one invited him.

Fully expecting an intense game he is shocked when he finds himself interrupting what seems to be a serious meeting.

His eyes widen in sink with the others around the table. All around the table is almost all of the team: Bucky, Natasha, Clint, Tony, Wanda, Vision all sat at the table and Sam standing with a marker near the board.

“What the– Why is there a meeting without me?”

He asks looking around and when no one answers he looks at the board where Sam was writing something. Sam tries to hide the Contents of the board with his body but fails miserably.

“-Get them drunk and make them admit their feelings.

-Make them share a bed

-Send them gifts from each other

-Dare them to makeout”

The list went on…..

“What the- What the– What the fuck?” He almost shouts

“Language” Tony says bored

“Oh its nothing Cap” Sam tries to defend but then Steve’s eyes shift to the top of the board

“Mission: Get Cap the Girl”

And suddenly everything thing made sense and he groans throwing his head back

“I can’t believe you people”

“But Steve” its Bucky “admit it, with your track record you need all the help you can get”

Steve feels his face turning red and he glares at Bucky

“No I don’t”

“Please everyone in this room agrees you do” its Natasha. She twirls her pen with her fingers before pointing it at him

“Yeah” Sam says “Even those who declined the offer to be a part of this meeting due to prior engagements like Rhodey, Bruce and Thor agree”

“Oh my god, you contacted Thor for this?”

“Of-course who else would supply the only drink that can make you drunk?” Bucky smirks

Steve shakes his head in disbelief and moves his hand to his forehead massaging it to release some stress while his other hand rests of his waist

“I- I can’t” He shakes his head and then points to the board

“This– stop this, nobody is getting anyone any girl, it is none of your business what goes around with Y/N and me. So stay out of it and-”

He moves towards the board and erases its contents with the duster nearby.

“Abort this Mission: Cap girl whatever it is”

“Mission: get Cap the Girl” Tony says smiling and enjoying this

Steve growls in irritation again

“Abort the mission or I will be your worst nightmare”

He looks so angry that even Vision winces at the intensity of his threat. Steve’s face is completely red by the time he leaves the room and slams the door shut

After a moment of silence it is Clint that breaks the ice

“Just so we’re clear, We aren’t aborting the mission are we?”

“Not a chance”

_———————-:)(:———————-_

Y/N was a spy. A good one. She knew things were happening before they even started showing because of her killer observation skills. That’s how she got into The CIA then Shield and back to CIA before becoming an Avenger because of her combat skills and efficiency in locating and deriving Intel.

She could just tell when something was wrong and she did come in handy a lot of times due to this ability.

That is why she knew something maybe wrong no something was definitely wrong.

Her team was behaving weirder than usual and more than once had she found herself in weird situations. Most of them involving a certain blonde-haired super soldier.

She had found herself and Steve locked in the small suffocating space of the 2nd floor broom closet which even F.R.I.D.A.Y couldn’t open due to some ‘glich’ and which she could’ve sworn was not there before. I mean they have automated cleaning done by F.R.I.D.A.Y and the cleaning staff carried their own stuff.

They had remained locked for more than 2 hours. 2 of the longest hours of her life. With her heart pounding louder than anything with Steve so close to her and any sense of rational thoughts out of her mind.

Then she found herself in the middle of a conversation where Sam was ready to bet a thousand dollars that Steve was huge down there with Bucky agreeing even inputting that the serum worked everywhere.

She had choked on her water at that and had quickly excused herself.

Nat and Wanda had tried to up Steve more than what may be considered healthy and if she didn’t know any better, she could’ve sworn they had a thing for him.

“That dorito figure is so super hot Y/N you can’t deny that”

“The self-righteousness screams sexy to me”

Even Tony who was passing by sighing about the drowning depth of his ocean blue eyes. 

From there being no other option than Steve to be partner for every single  mission to having to share a room with him with only one bed as no other room was available to being sent on missions to warehouses without a single clue of Hydra and was it violin music she could distinctly hear playing in the background with only Steve as company

“Oops sorry wrong information, our bad”

She was sure by now that they knew about her crush on Steve and were teasing her in their own twisted ways.

Which brings her to the situation at hand where the only people showing to movie night were her and Steve.

She knew the moment she walked into the T.V room to see just Steve what was happening.

“Let me guess” she says as she walks to sit besides him on the couch, maintaining a respectful distance “Someone got sick, the other had a meeting, someone has a date, someone has a wife, blah blah blah”

Steve shakes his head and smiles at her offering her some popcorn

“You know they are all a bunch of idiots”

“God! If I didn’t know any better, I would say they were trying to set us up” she says casually popping a popcorn in her mouth and immediately regrets saying it.

Steve’s face turns completely red, eyes wide and he tries to stutter something but then just turns towards the T.V.

“Well why don’t we do what we came here for, leave those idiots” he says moving towards the dvd player because apparently the smart TV wasn’t working. Again suspicious. She also thinks she can hear an angry hiss down the hall but ignores it as she gets to snaek a peak at the backside of the all american glory.

She feels he knows something but doesn’t pushes it much and waits for him to pick a movie. Well if she had to watch a movie with just one person as company, she’s pretty glad with the one she has.

He searches through the dvd’s and she can see his ears going red before he turns to face her, completely red in the face.

She raises her eyebrow and gets up to take a look at what had gotten the super-soldier looking like a tomato.

“Hey! Lets do something else” he says moving the dvd case away from her “Wanna grab dinner, maybe walk around a bit what'da say?.. I mean”

He blabbers and although she feels a flutter in her heart because of the dinner suggestion.. Her curiosity gets the better of her and she tries to sneak a peak at what he’s hiding.

“Come on Steve what is wrong with the dvd’s”

“Nothing Y/N please lets just do something else”

She huffs a sigh

“Fine”

He sighs in relief putting down the dvd case and making his way towards her to lead her out of the door but before he can process what’s happening, she is behind him and has one of the dvd’s in her hand.

She looks carefully at the cover not quiet understanding where she has heard the title before before it sinks in and she drops the cd on the floor.

“Is this… Oh my god”

“Y/N I’m really sorry I just, those morons, fucking assholes they’re just…. Oh god”

Before she can help it she bursts out laughing and shaking her head

Steve looks at her in bewilderment

“Oh god they made you go crazy” Steve runs his hands through his hair

Y/N keeps laughing, holding a hand on to her stomach to settle some of the pain settling due to the laughter

“Y/N are you okay?” He makes his way towards her

“Oh, No no no” she shakes her head “Of-course I’m not okay, I mean do they really think getting us alone to movie night with no option other than porn is good matchmaking? These idiots have the responsibility to save the world”

He doesn’t understand how to react but before he can speak anything she continues.

“I mean I knew it was kinda obvious but this much? Do they really think I’m that horny?”

“W-What?” He stammers now thoroughly confused “obvious? You’re uh h-horny?”

“I’m a lot of things Steve” she sighs starting towards the door “I’m not in the movie mood as of now, sorry for the…. Umm you know. Anyways I’m gonna head to bed now”

But before she can leave Steve rushes in front of her taking hold of her elbow

“What did you mean obvious”

“You really don’t need to know”

“I really do” he moves closer until there is no space left between them “What is obvious Y/N because I am known to be kinda naive when it comes to you

"Steve I-I” but her words get caught in her throat as he bends down until their noses touch

“You?”

She shakes her head unable to speak and just stares at his eyes trying to say whatever it is through her soft loving gaze. He brings his hand to her right cheek and rubs his thumb on it in circles

“I really wanna kiss you right now” he says and all she can see is the deep drowning ocean blue eyes and all she can think of is him

“Why don’t you” it is a whisper and before she can comprehend, soft lips touch one another and there is the attack of butterflies throughout her entire body.

He is desperate, soft but there is an urgency. Like he was afraid it was a dream and he would wake up any second, like she would stop him any moment.

But when she finally realizes what is happening and is kissing him back all he can do is groan as he moves his hands from where they were caressing her cheeks to her waist to lift her up to his height. She wraps her legs around his waist, not breaking the intense moment.

They keep kissing until realization of the necessity of breathing settles in and even then he moves to place tender kisses on her jaw, her cheek, where ever he can from their current position as she regains her breath.

They stay like that for a while, trapped in the moment and each other until voices of celebration break the shell.

She feels confetti fall on her body and looks around to search for the source 

“Mission get Cap the girl is a success”

“I take all the credit for my brilliant idea”

“The only thing you can take credit for is providing the dvd’s birdbrain”

Looking around confused she turns her attention back to Steve who is still watching her intently and moves to kiss her again as she turns to him

“Steve-” she tries to question as she breaks away from the kiss with utmost difficult

“No” he pecks her lips 

“What is-”

“Tell you later” and just like that he starts kissing her again not letting her down from his arms, he doesn’t think he can and suddenly she does not care about the Voices behind her screaming at them to get a room

After what seems like a long while of making out Steve breaks away from the kiss to allow her time to breath as he addresses the group

“Tomorrow morning runs for everyone at 4 in the morning and grade 5 level training after. Also the mission reports I said you can let go after the verbal debrief, I would need them handwritten at my desk my tomorrow evening”

Y/N looks at him with a frown and he kisses the frown off her face

“Not you sweetheart”

“But Cap” its Sam

“I said nightmare Wilson” Steve says not breaking eye contact with the woman in his arms “Nightmares don’t always come at night”

“But Steve” Natasha starts “We were just trying to help”

“Captain’s orders”

“Are you crazy” Bucky says as he moves his hands vigorously conveying his point “It worked, we were of help”

“I’m a man of my word Buck” he says and smiles at Y/N “If you’ll excuse me, I got a girl to impress, see you in the morning 4 am sharp, no excuses”

He re positions his arms, readjusting Y/N so that he now holds her bridal style as she wraps her hands around his neck

“Shall we”

“We shall”

They move towards the living quarters ignoring the whining Avengers blaming each other and complaining about lack of gratefulness at the acts of good.

“Just so we’re clear, I like you” she smiles as they reach his room

“Just so we’re clear I like you more” he says as he places a kiss on her lips before putting her down and moving his hands to her waist

“I guess the mission Get Cap the girl was a success after all”

He furrows his eyebrows at her

“You-”

“I was right there and I have ears you know”

“It was a stupid mission was what it was”

“Ya because we definitely would have confronted each other with our feelings without a mission”

“Definitely”

#steve x reader #reader insert #steve rogers fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers reader insert #steve rodgers x reader #steve rodgers imagine #avengers fanfiction #steve fanfiction

[clericofthebalance]

Life Needs Things to Live, Chapter One

I am so sorry for this.  My brain took every romcom cliché and AU I love and created this disaster fic. It’s a modern au blended with college au, a sprinkle of single parent au, and every single Hallmark-romcom cliché I hold dear in my bitter black heart.  It only gets more goopy from here.

Warning: vague illusions to Anna Ripley and child abuse

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“Are you sure you don’t mind, Kiki?”  Percy struggled with his bag and cell phone and holding onto both dog and small child, “I know it’s last minute, but Victor just offered me another shift.  I can’t afford not to take it.”

“Of course I don’t mind! What else are friends for?”

“You know you’re more like a sister to me, Keyleth.  Thank you. Again.  I’ll buy you wine.”

“You know I won’t say no to that!  I’ll be by around six with food.”

“No fast food.  You know how I feel about that.”

“Yeah, yeah.  Party pooper.”

“You don’t have to deal with the crash!  Oh, sh-shoot. Pepper, get the keys please.”

“I’ll let you go, okay? See you later!”

Big blue eyes stared up at him with an impressive, familiar scowl.  His daughter was a firebrand already, displaying the full force of the de Rolo stubbornness.  Percy stifled the grin as he ran his fingers through the messy short hair, basking in the slight smile that his daughter offered him.  His daughter, his little girl, his reason for living.  She was the only good thing to come out of the last shitty, shitty decade.  Her blue eyes stared up at him, slightly warm but still hard, a huge improvement from when he had finally been awarded custody after over a year of fighting.

“Daddy, why is Aunt Kiki coming again?”  Ah, the reason for the scowl.  She was displeased at him having to work.  He ushered her in, dropping both of their backpacks on the bench, unharnessing Pepper so the dog could be more comfortable, “Shoes!”

“Thank you, pup,” he untied his heavy work boots then bent to help Beau.  She scowled at him and sat down to do it herself, much to his amusement, “I got another shift at the garage.  A little extra money would be helpful.  Just in case.”

Percy made it a habit to never lie to Beau, despite her age.  He would conceal certain topics, but she was far too mature to be treated like an infant.  He had been side-eyed before, but it wasn’t like he gave a fuck what some middle-aged Karen thought about his parenting.  Beau was better behaved than half the little shits at her preschool and daycare.

For instance, she was only four and had just carefully removed her own shoes—blue converse that matched the black ones he wore on his days off—to place them next to his boots.  She hung up her coat and her backpack on her own hook without prompting, following his more practiced motions a little clumsily. Beau gamely followed their dog into the living room, plopping down by the massive black shepherd and stroking her ears fondly, obviously deep in thought.

“Oh.  Okay.  Can I watch a karate movie again?”

“You and Aunt Kiki should talk about it.  Maybe she’d like to watch something else,” Percy chuckled at the offended look this warranted. Beau felt very strongly that karate movies were the best movies.  Only Star Wars or Mulan stood a chance of pulling her attention away from her heroes.

“But karate!”

“Yes, karate.  But Keyleth might want to watch a movie about animals instead.”

She humphed, “I’d watch anythin’ if I could be in a class…”

“No karate until you start school-school and go a month without starting a fight,” Percy grinned as he unpacked his schoolbooks to settle them on the kitchen table to study. This was an old fight, one they had at least once a week.  Percy wanted so badly to cave, but he was determined to hold the line on at least a few things.  To the best of his ability.

“I was defendin’ Jester and Fjord!  They was bein’ mean!”

“And you started the fight then got caught.  Remember, be sneaky so that the children who deserve to be in trouble get in trouble,” yeah, he didn’t give a single fuck what anyone else thought of his parenting skills, “Go wild if an adult corners you and tries to touch you in a way you don’t like.  Headbutt them or kick them then run.”

“Duh,” she rolled her eyes and he really did laugh.  He was raising an absolute monster of a daughter and he did not care one bit.

***

Keyleth hung up the phone and bit her lip, worrying at it.  Percy sounded so strained on the phone.  She glanced up, thinking of the two empty rooms on the fifth floor. Maybe she should mention it to her roommates and family.  The future botanist wandered downstairs, rehearsing exactly what she would say to them. It was around five on a Friday, so everyone but Tiberius would be home and gathered in the communal kitchen.

She heard the shouting and playfighting before she entered, laughing at the sight.  Grog and Vax were fighting over the last of the cereal again, Grog towering over the slighter man with ease.  That never stopped Vax, stubborn as he was, despite the nearly two feet and hundred pounds Grog had on him.  Vex was watching with a grin, Trinket’s huge head in her lap.  Pike was ignoring everything around her, including an amorous Scanlan, in favor of a medical text.  Just another typical day at 1215 Mercer Lane.

“Um, guys?  Can I talk to you for a second?”

Vax used the moment to steal the cereal box and scramble on top of the fridge out of Grog’s reach, prompting a rage-fueled shout from Grog.  Vex focused on Kiki with her sharp eyes, Scanlan turned with a shit-eating grin, and Pike slammed her book shut rather loudly to stop the fight.  Mamma Pike in action, gathering attention as always.

Keyleth took a deep, deep breath, “So you know my friend?  The one in my painting and botany classes I study with?”

“The rich boy?  Walks like he’s got a stick up his arse?” Vax piped up.  Their other friends looked a bit constipated trying to recall him, “White haired grumpy guy.”

A chorus of ‘ohs’ echoed around the kitchen as they all pictured the rather strange, very formal man. Well, everyone but Vex.  She looked a bit put out at not knowing this guy. She liked being in the know almost as much as she liked bargaining.

“That’s Percy. He-Okay, he’s not actually rich his parents are but they haven’t talked in literal years at this point and he lives on his own, going to school and working two or three jobs.  He’s a single dad and he’s got a shit load of issues that make it hard for him to work and go to school so he’s struggling even if he won’t admit it to me.  I know we discussed renting out the two rooms next to Vex’s and I was wondering if we could interview them,” she flooded the room with words, gasping, shaking at the effort it took to actually vocalize all of it, fidgeting with her bracelet.

“Good job, Keyleth. That was a lot to get out,” sweet Pike beamed at her, “His name is Percy?”

“Percival de Rolo. His daughter is named Beau and they have a dog named Pepper.”

Scanlan wrinkled his nose, “A kid means no wild parties.”

“Oh, yes, because we so often host those,” Vex snarked, leaning onto one elbow, stroking Trinket’s ears, “He has a kid?  At our age?”

“Why doesn’t he just ask his parents if they’re so wealthy?” Vax narrowed his eyes, always suspicious, “He looks privileged enough.”

Keyleth began to chew her lip, stressing about how much to reveal, “They just don’t talk.  At all.  I don’t know much and I don’t want to say what I do know.”

“Is he a good person?” Pike tilted her head, eyes solemn.

“The best! Well, he’s terrible but still wonderful.  He works really hard to provide for Beau.  He fought for custody from Child Protective.  They had her in an awful home ad he didn’t stop until he had custody of her.  Worked three jobs, went to class, and to court.  He loves her.  It would really help him out to have lower rent and live-in sitters.”

“She a cool kid?  Or she into princesses and all that shit?” of course Grog was concerned with Beau’s preferences.  Pink and glitter would have been his second worst nightmare.

“The coolest!” Keyleth beamed, “She’s more into martial arts.  They have a deal she can start taking classes when she goes into Kindergarten and goes a month without being caught fighting the school bullies.  She likes Mulan and Merida, but she’d rather watch Bruce Lee any day.”

“Sounds legit!”

Vax shared a deep, thoughtful glance with Vex before they both nodded their consent.  Pike beamed, “So five votes yes.  Scanlan?”

“For you, Pikey, I suppose I’ll agree.  Maybe we could go on a date?  To discuss the new roommate?”

“We’ll have a house dinner to discuss them.  After the interview.  So, who’s going to tell Tibsy?”

The others muffled laughter at Pike’s kind shut down.  Scanlan would never learn at all.  Keyleth beamed at her family, knowing in her gut that getting Percy and Beau in the house would be absolutely wonderful.

#critical role #percy de rolo #Vex’Ahlia #Vax’ildan #Keyleth #grog strongjaw #grog #percy #pike trickfoot #pike #scanlan #scanlan shorthalt #tiberius stormwind #Vox Machina #campaign one #beau #beauregard lionett #except she's bea de rolo #my brain is weird #modern!au #college!au #single parents #single dad au #fanfic #more characters to come

[crooked-sleep]

Day 12 - Beginning of the End [Pt. 2]

hello!! last gift today (anonymously, at least) — man i can’t believe it’s over! i have had so much fun this year and it’s honestly been so great, and i really hope we can become friends after this!!!

warnings: nsfw; top!dean and bottom!sam; more fluff than you know what to do with. apologies if there are any formatting errors, btw, i wrote this one in my notes app because my wifi is total shit today and i’m leeching off my dad’s hotspot.

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Dean is putting the finishing touches on the chicken he’s just taken out of the oven when he hears the characteristic rumble of the Impala’s engine. Good, Sam’s home. and hopefully he remembered the pie and the beer. The rest of the grocery Dean can go without — who needs that much milk anyway? — but pie and beer are absolutely crucial.

He hears the bunker door clang shut, and a moment later Sam calls out, “Dean?”

“In here!” Dean yells back, sprinkling the last of the garnish on the chicken.

Two seconds later Sam appears in the entrance to the kitchen, hair messy and cheeks pink from the wind outside. He’s got two brown bags balanced in one arm and a plastic-covered platter of pie in the other, and Dean immediately makes grabby hands at it. “Gimme!”

Sam hands it to him, rolling his eyes, and Dean sets it down on the counter before taking the rest of the bags from Sam. Sam clears his throat expectantly, tilting his head, and it takes Dean a second to remember what he’s supposed to do. “Right, yeah,” he mumbles, and then kisses Sam’s cheek.

Sam beams, satisfied, and then says, “Chicken looks great.”

“It better, the seasoning was a pain in the ass,” Dean says as he puts the grocery away. “How about you go get rid of your coat and then we can start, huh?”

“Um,” says Sam, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I’m good, man, I’m starving. Let’s start now.”

Dean frowns. “You sure, man?”

Sam nods so quickly his hair flies. “Yeah, yeah I’m sure,” he rambles. “Chicken looks amazing, man, why wait? Let’s have it right now.”

Dean narrows his eyes at his brother. “Yeah?” he says. “I don’t know, man, I’m smellin’ a rat. What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Sam says at once.

“I don’t believe you,” Dean tells him squarely.

And then Sam’s coat meows.

There is silence for a few moments, during which Sam’s face goes from “I am innocent please believe me” to “Oh no I see you getting suspicious” and finally settles on “okay okay fine I might be a little guilty.” Dean narrows his eyes further and crosses his arms, waiting Sam out. Sam bites his lip, eyes impossibly wide and soft, and Dean feels himself beginning to go weak at the knees.

Don’t, he tells himself. He wants you to give in. Resist, dammit!

But fuck, not even the most monstrous creature on the planet could resist Sam when he looks this fucking sweet and innocent, and Dean is only human.

He’s just about to give in when Sam’s coat meows again, and that, for some reason, makes Sam cave first. “Okay, okay, fine!” he says, and pulls out an honest-to-God kitten from his coat pocket. It’s so impossibly tiny that Sam’s hands cover it completely, almost as if he’s afraid Dean’s gaze will vaporize it.

“Sam?” Dean says, deadpan. “Were you seriously trying to smuggle a whole-ass kitten past me?”

“I couldn’t not rescue him, okay, he’s so small!” Sam says defensively, cradling the kitten to his chest. “It’s so cold outside and he was all alone and I didn’t see his mom anywhere and I felt bad, okay!”

“Sammy,” sighs Dean. “You brought home three dogs last month. The month before that it was a fucking rooster. And now a cat? You wanna make our home a zoo? Is that what this is?”

“He’s so tiny, Dean,” Sam says earnestly. “He won’t survive on his own. I couldn’t just leave him.”

The puppy eyes have been upped to 11. Dean hadn’t even thought that possible. The last time Sam had looked like this he’d been literally five and begging for ice cream. Dean’s knees are weak again, dammit, even though he’d told himself a rooster and a puppy ago that he was going to be stronger the next time.

“Please?” Sam says, and has the audacity to stick his bottom lip out a little. “I promise he won’t bother you, Dean. You won’t even know he’s there.”

“That’s what you said when you got Alan,” Dean reminds him, referring to the rooster. “Now he wakes me up every morning by screaming. It’s also what you said when you got Harry, Ron, and Hermione. I didn’t say a thing when you gave them all geek names, and now there ain’t a single slipper unchewed in this house.”

“Well, Bruce won’t scream or chew your slippers, I swear!” Sam says.

“Bruce?” Ahh, fuck it, Dean is disgustingly weak. “You named him after Batman?”

Sam nods. “Yeah. Wanna see?” He holds his hands out, letting Dean look.

The last of Dean’s resolve crumbles at the sight of the kitten, so damn small and — fuck it, adorable. He is so dark that he looks like a little piece of the void, resting in Sam’s hands, tiny body rising and falling with each breath. His eyes are bright green, and despite himself, Dean finds himself falling in love.

“Can we keep him?” Sam asks softly.

Bruce looks up and lets out the tiniest of yawns before stretching and settling again in the palm of Sam’s hand. Dean notices the look on Sam’s face as he watches the kitten, and sighs inwardly. No way he can refuse something that makes Sam look like that, so genuinely carefree and happy.

“Yeah,” he says in the end. “We can keep him. But no more strays,” he adds.

“Promise,” Sam says at once, and then beams at Dean. “Thank you, thank you so much!” Covering Bruce with his other hand, he leans in and puts a messy kiss on the corner of Dean’s mouth.

“Yeah, yeah,” says Dean, already knowing that this isn’t the last stray, not by a long shot. Damn Sammy and his soft spot for all lost and helpless things. “That cat better behave, or it’s your ass on the line. Come on now, let’s eat before it’s cold.”

—

Dean’s lying in bed reading when Sam enters. Without looking up he asks, “Everything all right?”

“Yeah,” Sam answers softly. “Alan and the dogs love Bruce.”

“Good,” says Dean distractedly, still mostly focused on the article he’s reading about Chevelles. “You gonna come to bed now?”

Instead of responding, Sam plucks the iPad out of Dean’s hands, locks it, and puts it aside. That succeeds in getting Dean’s attention. He looks up, and immediately his mouth goes dry.

Sam is naked, hair damp and curling around his face, and he’s got that soft, needy sort of look in his eyes that Dean can never resist. Without waiting for Dean to respond, he climbs up on Dean’s lap, straddling his thighs, and hooks his fingers in the waistband of Dean’s pajama pants.

“Can I?” he asks, before going any further.

Dean swallows, and nods.

Sam smiles down at him, and pulls down his pajama pants. Dean raises his hips a little to help Sam. His cock is already half-hard, his body responding to Sam’s weight on him.

Sam leans in and kisses Dean, hands already working on stroking Dean to full hardness. “Thank you,” he whispers between kisses. “You never say no to me. For anything.”

“Can’t,” Dean confesses, placing his hands on Sam’s waist and stroking his thumbs up and down Sam’s hipbones. “Never could say no to you, baby.”

Sam smiles, small and intimate, and kisses the bridge of Dean’s nose. “I appreciate it, you know,” he tells Dean. “I always do.”

“I know,” Dean tells him with a crooked grin. “That’s why I’m getting laid right now.”

Sam laughs at that. “No, that’s not why,” he tells Dean, and then puts his hands on the headboard, bracing himself as he raises his hips off Dean’s lap.

“Wait, don’t you need prep?” Dean asks, hands still on Sam’s waist as he positions himself.

Sam shakes his head. “Did it already,” he tells Dean, and then sinks down, taking all of Dean in one go. Dean moans at that, head falling back against the headboard. “Wanted to be ready for you,” Sam says, and wriggles a little.

“Too damn good to me, you know that?” Dean groans, tilting his head forward to kiss Sam’s collarbone. “Always know what I want, what I need. I never haveta say a damn word.”

Sam rolls his hips, earning a bitten-off groan from Dean. He’s tight, always is, just the way they both like it, and no matter how many times they do this, to Dean it never stops feeling like he’s coming home. He trails his hands upwards from Sam’s waist, caressing his sides, and brushes two fingers lightly over one nipple. Sam sighs at that, his entire body flushing. All these years and it never ceases to amaze Dean how sensitive Sam still is to his touch.

“Dean,” Sam says, sounding a little breathless. He hasn’t stopped moving since he sat down on Dean’s cock — rolling his hips, bouncing a little, arms bracketed on either side of Dean’s head. His cock rubs against Dean’s shirt, leaving a damp trail of precome that Dean just can’t bring himself to care about.

“Yeah, Sammy,” he says, grabbing Sam’s waist again and holding it so he can thrust up and meet Sam halfway. “Yeah, baby.”

Sam presses his lips together as he bows his head, hair falling into his face. He bites out a moan when Dean thrusts up into him again, and that’s how Dean knows he’s hit Sam’s sweet spot.

“Again?” he asks.

Sam nods. “Please,” he says, so close to begging already. “Please, Dean.”

Dean kisses him, long and slow and absolutely filthy, pressing his tongue into Sam’s mouth and taking control. Sam lets him, his hands falling to Dean’s shoulders, and Dean lightly flicks one of Sam’s nipples, grinning when Sam moans into the kiss.

He could gladly do this all night, he thinks dazedly. Just sit here and tease Sam, coax these lovely reactions and those gorgeous moans from him, inch him to the edge until he’s sobbing Dean’s name and begging to come. They’ve done it before, on lazy days and lazier nights, no hurry and no rush, no obligation to the world outside or even any awareness of it. These moments always make Dean feel like the two of them are the only people in the world, and no one else matters.

No one else could ever matter, he thinks, compared to Sam, his beautiful, sweet Sammy. For the rest of their lives, for all the rest of eternity.

He steadies Sam with a hand on his hip and then thrusts up hard into him, taking control of their movement. Sam lets him, giving himself over completely, and Dean tangles his free hand into Sam’s hair, pulling a little as he fucks into Sam. His little brother loves it, head thrown back as he moans, loud and uninhibited, and the sound goes straight to Dean’s cock.

“God, Sammy,” he breathes out. “So beautiful like this, you know that? So damn pretty.”

Sam doesn’t look capable of replying with words. His hands tighten in the fabric of Dean’s shirt at his shoulders, and his legs are shaking, thighs quivering around Dean’s waist, and Dean knows he’s close.

“It’s okay, darlin’,” he tells Sam, kissing the side of his neck. “Come.”

“I’ll ruin your shirt,” Sam gasps out. His eyes are closed and he seems lost in pleasure, cheeks flushed and nipples hard, lips bright red and parted.

“Mm, don’t care,” Dean tells him, fucking him hard and fast and taking care to hit the spot that he knows will make Sam come apart. “Come, Sam.”

And Sam does, spurting hot and sticky in the space between them, making a mess of Dean’s shirt as he predicted. His whole body seems to contract, tightening further around Dean, and that’s more than enough for him — one thrust, two, then three and he comes too. Sam whimpers at the sensation of Dean’s come inside him, Dean’s hand still in his hair, and then goes boneless, collapsing on top of Dean.

“Hey,” Dean chuckles, wrapping his arms around Sam and kissing the side of his head. “Get up, Sasquatch, you’re heavy.”

Sam mumbles something inaudible but he rises, sliding off Dean’s softening cock and off to the side. Dean takes his shirt off, using it to clean up Sam’s belly, thighs and ass, and then throws it to the ground. “C’mere,” he tells Sam as he slides down the bed so he’s lying down, and wraps an arm around Sam from behind, pulling him into his chest.

Sam lets himself be wrapped in Dean’s embrace, his fingers tangling with Dean’s on his belly. His body is loose, relaxed, his head heavy, and Dean knows he’s half-asleep already. That’s one thing that has never changed in all these years — there’s no better sleep aid for Sam than some good old-fashioned fucking.

There’s one thing Dean wants to know, though. “Hey,” he says.

“Mm?”

“You said this wasn’t just to say thanks,” Dean reminds him. “What was it for?”

“‘S our anniversary,” Sam tells him sleepily.

Dean frowns. “No, that’s not today.”

“No, not us,” Sam clarifies, wriggling backwards until there’s no space between his back and Dean’s chest. “Retirement. Been a year.”

“Oh.” Dean blinks. He had no idea it’d been that long already. “Man, time really flies, huh?”

“Mm-hmm,” Sam hums in agreement. “Let’s hope we get many more.”

“Yeah,” says Dean, and tightens his hold on Sam. He doesn’t say it out loud, but even if Billie were to come for them tomorrow — or, hell, right this instant — he’d die a happy man. He’s lived his life, he’s done his part, and now he’s got nothing to do but live. And maybe this isn’t the conventional apple pie life he wanted, but it’s real, and he gets to spend it with the love of his life, his damn soulmate — and that’s better than anything he could ever have asked for.

—

And he doesn’t reconsider it even when Sam brings home a fucking parakeet two months later, though he’s sorely tempted to. Still, he figures, watching in resignation as Sam tries to train Joshua the parakeet to say “Cristo” — it’s still perfect. His life, despite the alarming amount of animals in it now, is perfect.

And then Sam catches him looking, and smiles, wide and so beautiful and bright and radiant, and Dean thinks, fuck it. There’s not a damn thing he would change about any of it. There’s not a damn thing that needs changing.

They’ve got all the time in the world.

—

so there it is!! i’m not gonna say the end, because i really do not want it to be. instead i’m just gonna say thank you, for all the fun i’ve had and for how much you’ve made me smile with your wonderful comments and your general sweetness. i really truly hope we can continue to be friends even though wincestmas has now come to an end.

lots and lots of love, wincestmas anon (who will soon not be anonymous at all) ❤️

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@thelegendofwinchester MY FRIEND! I’m so glad we found each other! This was the most amazing end to Wincestmas that I could have asked for!  I just need one thing. What did Bruce look like? Was he orange and striped by any chance? (I’m j/k. But really, I DO want to know.)  

This has been the MOST fun! I’m so glad we became friends on this amazing journey. You are stuck with me forever. And now, of course, I’m going to write a “just because” fic for youuuuu. (So let me know what you like!)

This was honestly the sweetest thing and I’m so happy that I participated in this challenge. Thank you, thank you, thank you for making my start to 2020 so fun and Wincesty! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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[spookyblackwidow]

Nat x Reader request

Author’s note: this is my first ever attempt at writing a reader insert, but I did my best to keep the character as neutral as possible! Enjoy some fluff at a party with the team <3

Luminous

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“Ready to go?” You smile at Nat, her blue minidress sparkling in the bathroom lights. She sighs, sets down her lipstick, and flashes you a coy grin.

“What if we stayed here instead?”

“Hmm,” you arch an eyebrow as you take in her final look—the long legs, plunging neckline, and loose curls, “tempting, but you look far too good not to be seen.”

“But it’s just a stupid party,” she pouts, batting her eyes in that ridiculously over the top way you claim to hate, although it usually worked.

“Not this time, Nat. Clint insisted that we at least make an appearance, and I have a feeling my life will be much easier if your best friend doesn’t hate me.”

“Fine,” she groans, “but if anyone even mentions bringing out the karaoke machine, we’re leaving.”

“What, not in the mood to watch Tony attempt some classic rock while absolutely plastered?” you laugh.

“Ugh, I saw enough at his 40th to last a lifetime.” Natasha shudders but fails to hide a slight smirk. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen her pretend she didn’t care for Tony, but this was her worst bluff yet. You wonder if she’d cracked open the vodka without you in preparation for this event; unfortunately, she holds her liquor well and rarely shows definitive signs of intoxication, so there was no way to tell how many drinks she’d had.

In order to protect his safehouse from inevitable damage, Clint had called everyone to the Avengers compound under the guise of team bonding, not that they necessarily needed it. He’d tasked you with luring Nat there, as she isn’t particularly keen on socializing, especially not with people outside her immediate circle of friends.

She grumbles all the way from the car into the compound. Most of it’s in Russian, but you don’t need to ask what’s upsetting her.

“Welcome! You’re only,” Clint glances at his watch, “32 minutes late! That might be a new record, Nat!”

“You’re lucky I’m here at all. But now that we’ve arrived, I can leave at any time and not feel a shred of guilt, so keep it up, I dare you.” Natasha winks at him and heads for the bar, where she ushers the bartender away and starts mixing her own drink.

“How much has she already had?” Clint drops his voice to a whisper as he hugs you.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” you shrug. “But hey, at least she’s here. Wouldn’t want her to miss the celebration.”

You make your way around the room, politely greeting the rest of the guests before settling in on a barstool next to Nat and Maria.

“Now, this may just be a rumor, but I heard he has an issue with toast being cut diagonally,” Maria laughs.

“Think that applies to other types of bread? I’m tired of losing my lunch to all these boys.”

“It may only discourage Nick, but it’s worth a shot, right?”

“Busy conspiring against the boss?” you ask.

“Always!” Nat winks. “Maria, if you’ll excuse us a moment.” She leads you away from the others, down a dim hallway and into a training room. The lights flicker on in rows, revealing an arsenal of weapons. You’re finally close enough to smell the vodka seeping from her pores, to see the faint glaze in her eyes, and you start to panic, knowing she’s gone too far.

“Nat, love, let’s go back to the party, maybe get some water?”

“Shh, it’s fine. I’ve had way more than this and survived, it’s kind of an annual tradition. Besides, if Clint didn’t want me to get drunk tonight, he wouldn’t have stocked the bar with my favorites.” She reaches out to intertwine your fingers, tugging you even closer. With her other hand she smooths the worry lines across your forehead. “I’m fine, I promise.”

She kisses you gently, slowly, and pulls away, leaving you desperate for more. With a teasing wink, she slips through the doors, leaving you in the middle of the nearly empty room. You regain your composure and follow, back to the bright lights and animated chatter of the party.

Thor is in the corner daring Tony to lift Mjolnir, egging him on to see if the suit will help. Curled up on a couch nearby are Pepper and Rhodey, deep in discussion, but each keeping a close eye on their best friend and the Asgardian. Bursts of laughter draw your attention to the bar, where Maria, Sam, Clint, and Bucky are loudly cracking jokes with an increasingly embarrassed Steve. Nick and Bruce appear to be discussing schematics for new tech at a table across the room, which would seem odd if it were anyone else, but in the time that you’d known them, you’d never really seen those two loosen up.

You scan the room again, certain you’d somehow missed her, but discover that Nat’s nowhere to be found.

“She’ll come back, when she’s ready.” Clint sidles up beside you and hands you a glass of champagne. “You know this is a big deal for her, even being here today. Give her space to sober up a bit and calm down.”

“She didn’t seem mad,” you shake your head, “just suspicious that I know.”

“As long as they don’t,” Clint nods toward the other guests, “she’ll be fine.”

You make the rounds again, doing your best to bond with these wonderful people you hope will be in your life forever. Pepper and Rhodey commiserate with you over dealing with a loved one being a stubborn ass at times, although you have to acknowledge that they have it worse; Natasha could be completely unwilling to compromise, but she was much less likely to behave recklessly.

As you rise from the couch, Thor calls you over and tries to goad you into lifting Mjolnir, but, much like your girlfriend, you aren’t sure that’s something you want to know. Instead, you smile at Tony, his repulsors on full blast, the magical hammer refusing to budge whatsoever.            

“The physics of it don’t make any sense!” he yells, releasing his grip and finally quieting the hands of his suit.

“That’s because you’re relying on such primitive knowledge!” Thor laughs. “See, what you consider magic is quite simply science so advanced, your realm likely won’t understand it for another thousand years or so, at the rate you’re going. You may be smart on Earth, but the genius of Asgardians—”

Fearing an incredibly technical argument above your pay grade, you slink away to join the group at the bar.

“—and he looked at her, eyes wide, like a fucking deer in the headlights, completely silent, until she gave up and asked someone else to dance!” Bucky claps a hand on Steve’s shoulder and throws his head back, practically cackling.

“Okay, Buck, I think that’s enough about pre-serum me.” Steve smiles weakly, his cheeks tinged red.

“Pre-serum?” Sam chuckles. “Man, he could’ve said that was last week and I would’ve believed him!”

“Making fun of Steve again?” Nat’s voice, low and rough, startles you, but months of her intentionally sneaking up on you has taught you not to jump. She wraps her arms around your waist, her head resting between your shoulder blades.

“Welcome back to the party, Nat.” Clint grins. “Got any stories you’d like to share?”

“Well,” without relinquishing contact, she slips around you to stand at your side, “there was this one time in New York…”

The details of her stories would seem exaggerated if you didn’t know the realities of their abilities and jobs. You spend the next hour or so laughing along with the others, blissfully unaware your time together is quickly drawing to a close.

“Hey, anyone want to break out the kar—” Tony yells, but Natasha is dragging you outside before he can finish his ill-fated question. Clint comes running after you, his tie flipping up over his shoulder as he jogs.

“Wait!”

To your surprise, Natasha actually stops and lets go of your arm, even starts walking back toward the building as if this all was anticipated. They embrace and whisper a few words to each other in a language you can’t hear well enough to identify. Clint smiles at you before heading back inside at a leisurely pace.

Nat’s quiet as you climb into the car, the toll of so much social interaction weighing on both of you, although you know the night’s not over yet. What comes next scares you more than it should, but you will your heart to slow, beg your voice to stay steady.

“Nat? Would you grab something out of the glovebox for me?”

“What could you possibly need—”

“Please?”

She sighs heavily and opens the compartment to discover a flat black box tied with a red satin ribbon. She shoots you a quizzical look as she loosens the bow. Inside sits a dainty silver chain with a single round charm, five small diamonds set at the points of an engraved design.

“It’s the constellation Delphinus,” you start to explain.

“Named after the dolphin Poseidon sent out to find Amphitrite,” she finishes the thought and traces the engraving with the tip of her finger. When she looks up at you, she’s smiling softly, her eyes brimming with tears. “How did you…?”

“Clint told me because he knew you wouldn’t.”

“Of course,” she laughs, wiping at her eyes. “How many other secrets has he shared?”

“Just the one, I promise.” You reach over and give her hand a reassuring squeeze. She gently kisses you, the bracelet slipping from her free hand as she moves to hold the back of your neck.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“Happy birthday, Nat.”

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[imagine-loki]

The Sound of Silence

TITLE: The Sound of Silence CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 19/47 AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you are mute, and Loki comes to Avengers tower for the first time. Loki asks you a question and you answer through sign language. Loki looks at you crazy and thinks your making fun of him, he starts yelling saying that you should respect him since he’s a god and prince.  RATING: T+ NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 Click here

    You panted against the pain when the shocks finally ended moaning softly as you fought back sobs. It was presumably once the van was far enough away from the battle. You tried not to move, tried to avoid drawing attention to yourself. You didn’t want shocked again just for breathing.

    Your mind whirled, focusing not on how to escape; that was impossible at this juncture, but instead on the abduction. How had they gotten you away from the team without anyone trying to help you? Had someone betrayed you? That seemed unlikely, they were all super heroes, but your mind had to consider the possibilities anyway.

    Bruce had been too far out of it from the change back from the Hulk; it had been a particularly hard transition this time and the gas had taken him out before the Hulk could reappear. The jet had been too far away from the battle and was out of sight. The team had trusted you and Bruce to be safe because the Hulk liked you and it was incredibly difficult to get past him, even after just changing back to Bruce. The skirmish had been too quiet for your friends to hear; you and Bruce were both taken down by the gas. Your friends would have been expecting to hear the Hulk roar or your screams if you were in danger. And… and…the abductors were dressed as SHIELD agents. No one would have looked too closely at the agents bringing one last enhanced to the prison van. You could have been walked right past Captain America and he might not have looked closely enough to tell it was you under the hood.

    They probably hadn’t found out that anything was wrong until they found Bruce in the snow outside the jet.

    Loki would come soon. You still wore the locket he gave you, you never took it off. He would come, most likely as soon as the van stopped moving and he could get a clear lock on where you were.

    The hood over your head was removed after you came to the conclusion that the team hadn’t betrayed you. They’d been tricked too. You saw that the other prisoners were already unhooded. They were also unbound and had started congratulating and talking among themselves. They had all been in on the trap too, it seemed.

    “Search her,” the agent who seemed to be in charge barked the order.

    “Right, you remember what Loki said about the token he gave her,” someone else added. You blanched. They’d been spying on you since at least the first day of school. That was the only time Loki had ever mentioned how token worked. They had to have been planning this for months.

    “Don’t say his name!” Agent In-charge hissed. “To speak the name is to summon the man.” You fought to avoid rolling your eyes. Loki wasn’t Voldemort, though their fear of his arrival indicated that he was equally terrifying to these people.

    You kept your head down, trying to keep your hair over your face and neck. You wanted to hide the Loki’s locket, keep it out of sight behind your hair. It was of no use, of course, they would find it, but you hoped it would be after Loki got a lock on your location. A female agent searched you, searched your pockets before she saw the necklace under the combination of your hair and the shock collar. She ripped it from your neck. You watched her open it with a carefully blank expression.

    “This is it,” she told Agent In-charge when she saw the lock of Loki’s hair inside the locket. She snapped it back shut again and handed it to him.

    “Good. We’re almost at the rendezvous.” Agent In-charge turned his attention back to you. “You’re going to do exactly what you’re told, Prophet, unless you want shocked into next week. SHIELD may not have known how to deal with such a commodity, but we do. And maybe, if you can learn to behave this time, we won’t even have to treat you like we did in The Raft. Yes, we’ve been waiting to get you back since then,” he added at your shocked expression. You finally recognized him as one of the men who had used your abilities in the prison. “But SHIELD had you tucked away in that tower with those freaks, and even when you did venture out into the world, it was always under the close eye of that troublesome boyfriend of yours, so we’ve had quite the chore to reacquire you. We won’t make the mistake of losing you again.” You refused to remain property, or with them. You’d have to bide your time, but they would make a mistake. There would be an opportunity to escape. You would just have to bide your time until they dropped their guard or the others could find you, whichever came first.

    “I don’t think you’re stupid, stubborn maybe, but not stupid. So I’m going to tell you exactly what is going to happen,” he paused to make sure he had your undivided attention. “When the van stops, you are going to come with me to the waiting car with no fuss, no fighting, no arguments of any kind. If you behave, you get to sit in the car like a person. If you fuck this chance up, you’ll be shoved in the trunk and very lucky if you’re not shocked the entire trip to our next destination. Do you understand?” he demanded. You nodded meekly and didn’t even have to feign terror. You tried to convince yourself that you were just playing along, biding time, but you were terrified and in pain. You’d do almost anything to keep yourself from any more pain.

    The van stopped and Agent In-charge pulled you to your feet and kept a hand firmly around your upper arm. You couldn’t manage to get up on your own with your arms bound behind you. Agent In-charge handed your locket to one of the men. “Wait until her friends show up. If it’s just him, try to take him out here; if you can’t defeat him, or if it’s all of them, Jones, you drive south with that as fast as you can, that’ll draw his attention, keep him off of our trail,”

    “Yes, sir,” the man with your locket replied, but sounded nervous. He didn’t want to face Loki’s wrath.

    “Hydra appreciates your sacrifice, Jones,” Agent In-charge said. What was Hydra? Hadn’t Cap mentioned something about it at some point? You couldn’t remember.

    A moment later, he was out of the van, dragging you with him. “Walk, or you go in the trunk,” he ordered in a hiss. You walked. There was a car and a second van in the parking lot the rendezvous was taking place in. Jones got in the other van alone, prepared to act as decoy. You felt your hope plummet with how well they had planned this out. Agent In-charge led you to the waiting car, opened the door, and pushed you inside. The woman who had searched you got in the back of the car with you, and Agent In-charge got in the passenger’s seat.

    “Drive,” Agent In-charge ordered the driver. The car sped off at once. “Careful, we don’t want to get pulled over.” He told the driver, who slowed some, obviously trying to obey the speed limit. Of course they didn’t want the cops to see a bound and gagged girl in the backseat of the car. That might be a little suspicious.

    You yelped in surprise and pain when the shock collar went off again. “Now, Smith,” Agent In-charge ordered the woman in the back seat with you. She jabbed your neck with a needle. You hadn’t even seen her move, too distracted by pain. “Can’t have you know where we’re going and figure out how to tell that boyfriend of yours,” Agent In-charge said as the shock ended.

    *

    The world faded away in a matter of moments, but not before the stab with the needle opened you to the visions. You couldn’t speak the visions you saw, but you saw them clearly enough, though you couldn’t be sure if it was a drugged dream, or a true vision

    You saw Loki appear in the parking lot the rendezvous had taken place in. He fought with some of the enhanced with an efficient brutality you had never seen before. You saw most of the group jump into the original van and both vans sped off in opposite directions.

    It was only a teleport for him to appear in Jones’ van. It took only a moment for him to realize he’d been tricked, that your locket was there, but you weren’t. He was in the passenger seat of the van, smiling pleasantly at Jones an instant later. “Where have you hidden my darling?” he asked equally pleasantly while he played with one of his daggers. Jones just looked terrified of the pleasantly smiling man beside him. Loki’s pleasantry in this situation was way more frightening than his obvious rage.

    “F-Far f-from here,” Jones stuttered. He chomped on something in his mouth and was nearly instantly foaming from the mouth as death took him.

    He’d chosen to kill himself rather than let Loki kill him.

    It was probably a faster cleaner death.

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[loki-hargreeves]

Loki Imagine - Ready, Set, Past! [PART 6]

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Warning: iw spoilers, implied smut, angst, fluff

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“Y/N, did you lose sight of him?” Thor asked me very sternly as I kept quiet. My heart was racing so fast in my chest, pushing adrenaline into my entire body that I struggled to focus on anything else but the fact Loki wasn’t around. Where could he be? Why would he leave? Was he alright? “Y/N-” Thor tried to speak to me but it just pushed my buttons. 

“I can hear you!” I hissed at him, my tongue getting sharp but I bit it before it got nasty. Thor clenched his jaw and stared at me with disappointment but he too was good at biting his tongue.

We had to find Loki, now. The fate of the universe could rely on it. Just the thought of losing sight of Loki and screwing everything up made me more than just anxious. I was sick and worried, almost so worried I would get sick for real. He had just been here with me, he told me he loved me. What happened once I fell asleep? How long was I out? How much time did Loki have to disappear? 

Suddenly, I decided I should go and search for him. I couldn’t just stand here. So I pushed Thor aside and left the room, taking a turn to my right. I heard Thor’s heavy footsteps as he followed me closely. I had to check the balcony for it was the easiest way out of this place. Loki had his tricks up his sleeve. If he wanted to leave, he’d be gone. But if he wanted alone time, he’d definitely go outside. I opened the glass door and stepped outside, feeling cool air all around me. The wind was blowing, playing with my hair. At first, I saw nothing but the city. This huge balcony seemed as empty as it could get. No sight of Loki here...

But then I noticed a platform on another level, probably for helicopters. I had to check that. Asgard had high places all around and Loki appreciated that. He often went on a high spot to be alone, to gather his thoughts. So before Thor could even ask me what I was doing, I took a deep breath and tried to calculate the distance between me and the platform. Then I stepped back, gathering my courage as I ran towards the edge. I could do this.

I jumped in the air, getting quite high up as well. But it wasn’t enough and I would definitely fall several feet down unless I had a trick up my sleeve. I did, luckily. Just as I stopped going higher, I created energy blasts from my palms that gave me that extra push. Then I landed perfectly on the high platform on top of this entire building. It almost shocked me that I was right. For there he sat, legs crossed with his back faced against me.

Thank God.

“Loki” I interrupted him, whatever this was. He flinched and tilted his head, looking at me tiredly. He seemed glad it was just me. “I thought-” I began but he cut me off. 

“What? That I betrayed you? I told you I wouldn’t do that” Loki sighed as he got up, brushing off the dirt off his clothes. That’s when  I felt bad for underestimating him. 

“Everyone’s worried” I let him know without making eye contact. I honestly felt guilty now. But he could’ve told someone.

Loki walked up to me calmly and placed his big hands on my shoulders, looking down at me with a smile. “Don’t worry, my love. I had to think..” Loki ended his sentence abruptly like he only told me half the truth. I squinted my E/C eyes at him and waited for him to tell me more. He seemed sad again. There was a hidden truth behind his eyes that clearly pained him. Loki knew that I was waiting for him to speak, he had to tell me. We relied on trust and honesty right now. 

“One of Thanos’ allies contacted me. I had to..well, discuss things. They still think I’m on their side and they’re preparing the chitauri for tomorrow” Loki spilled the truth to me. Now that he mentioned the chitauri army, my stomach twisted into a knot. In my timeline, they had destroyed the city and it resulted in a lot of pain and death. Although it was a lot of destruction, it also brought the Avengers together.

Holy fuck.

“Loki, oh no” I gasped as I realized something. If the attack of New York never happened, the Avengers wouldn’t get together! Loki knitted his eyebrows together, confused why I reacted to this so strongly. This was a huge problem. Unless Loki’s escape would miraculously bring them together, we had to solve this. “Let’s get back inside..” I muttered and walked back to the edge. Thor was staring up and he raised his arms in the air questioningly. I just nodded, letting him know I was with Loki. Too bad I had worse news for him.

Loki and I both joined the rest of the team inside. This time, everyone had come back so we were all huddled together in the huge living room. The tesseract was here as well, just waiting for Loki to wield it. Tonight we had to finalize our plans. As we all got seated, Loki, Thor, and I on one couch, we got down to business. Although I hated it, I had to start with bad news.

“There’s a problem,” I told everybody as I stood up, all eyes on me now. It made me a little bit nervous but I tried to ignore that. 

“What is it?” Scott raised both eyebrows. 

“Well, as we know, the attack of new york brought the original Avengers together. Loki, you uhm..you unleashed the Hulk in our timeline and also..well it doesn’t matter. What matters is that a few important things didn’t happen that originally brought you all together” I put the truth out there for them to hear. Suddenly, everyone was shocked and clearly worried.

We truly had to figure this out.

“I guess there’s one way to make sure they, we, you know, team up” Tony mumbled but it didn’t sound like he enjoyed the idea too much. 

“Please share” Natasha sighed as she crossed her legs, wanting a solution just as bad as everyone else. Loki was the only one who was quiet. I looked at him and I saw he was curious to know what else he had done in my timeline. I just didn’t want to tell him he killed a man and almost killed Thor. If we succeeded, those things would’ve only existed in our time traveler memories. 

“We have to collect ourselves, past-selves and tell them the truth,” Tony told us his suggestion. At first, I cringed at the thought of that but once I gave it another thought, I realized he had an alright idea. 

“What if that changes the way we behave now?” Bruce proposed an important question. That was enough to make everyone talk. I just stood in the middle of this, hearing a dozen mouths going on until it was a big fuss in my head. My nerves were getting tighter and I felt hot, almost burning hot. This wasn’t good at all.

“Guys, guys!” Clint raised his voice in order to shut everyone else up. He stood up and miraculously, everyone got quiet. Thank god. I sat down beside Loki and leaned against his chest tiredly. I hoped Clint had an idea. “Nat and I worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. Fury will definitely bring us together one way or another. He had this planned for years” Clint tried to ease the tension in the room. Natasha nodded at his words in agreement. She too knew that Avengers was a carefully planned project. 

“What are you saying?” Nebula spoke for once. She had been very quiet around us all but finally, she too knew she had to work with us. 

“I’m saying, we should focus on killing Thanos. Then we can see if the Avengers are together or if we need to bring them together” Clint suggested a plan that I liked. He did think with a clear mind and it made sense. 

“That’s a good idea” I added a comment, earning a nod from Clint.

“After the battle, Y/N can check in the future, if it’s possible, to see if we need to work on it or not” Thor threw in calmly.  

I had had a lot of responsibility on my shoulders lately and it was exhausting. But I would do that, no matter how tiring it was. “Amazing, we actually agree on something” Tony let out a breath of relief. 

“So, shall we discuss what we’ll do tomorrow?” Steve moved forward to the entire Thanos-killing-plan. Now Loki could join in the conversation as well for he knew Thanos. This time, his memories of that monstrous titan were fresh. 

“The tesseract is a space stone. Once I wield it, I can create a portal straight to Thanos” Loki let everyone know. Thor and I had seen it’s magic from a front-row seat. 

“Can you wield it with your bare hands?” Nebula wanted to know. It put a smirk on Loki’s face, a look I loved on him. 

“I am a god, after all,” Loki shrugged smoothly. Now I was smiling too. 

“Is it a good idea?” Tony muttered suspiciously. He clearly struggled to trust anyone here. 

“Perhaps we should put the tesseract in the tube we used to get back on Asgard,” Thor told Tony, wondering if that would satisfy the millionaire. It made sense. It was dangerous for Loki to join the fight. If he died now, it would be game over for me at least. On the other hand, the time stone would give him even more strength.

“Whatever we decide on, only I know where Thanos is” Loki reminded everybody an important fact. I thought they should trust him a bit more for, after all, he was working with us. It was a miracle, considering that in the original timeline he did a lot in order to get the tesseract. Only this time, he knew the outcome before it happened. Not even Loki was capable of letting half the universe die like that. I knew him, he wasn’t the monster they assumed him to be. 

“Brother, is it wise for you to join this battle?” Thor dared to mention what I was thinking about. Loki snapped his head, looking at Thor as if he was offended. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be? I’m not going to let him kill me if we have so many against him” Loki’s answer was very confident. I knew he was fueled with rage towards Thanos after the torture he had been put through. A part of me also knew Loki was the God of Mischief, lies, and trickery. He was probably a thousand steps ahead of us at all times. Even Frigga mentioned Loki was on a ‘difficult path’. Did that mean he wasn’t dead after all?

I had so many questions but no answers. All I knew was that I wouldn’t let Thanos kill Loki. 

All of a sudden, a thud was heard from outside, or so I thought. We all shut up and some even got up. That included Loki who created a dagger in his hand. He was ready to attack an intruder. Who could it possibly be?

The elevator doors slid open and a human man with short hair, super blue eyes, and a dirty shit walked in with loads of equipment. Thor already grabbed Loki’s wrist to stop him from attacking anyone. “Selvig!” Thor cheered happily and then it clicked to me. That was Erik Selvig, the man who originally opened the portal. Everyone in the room relaxed, happy to know it wasn’t serious. But why were his eyes so blue?

“Excuse me” Loki sighed as he made the dagger vanish. Then he walked over to a desk where his Scepter was resting, grabbing it with ease. I followed Loki just to be near him but I was also curious. Selvig was completely ignoring Thor as he walked to Loki without hesitation. 

“I got the electro-” Selvig began to explain something but Loki didn’t want to hear it. He just pressed the Scepter against the poor man’s chest and just like that, the blue from his eyes vanished. They returned to normal and then Selvig took a few steps back as if he had lost his balance. Thor was quick to support him before he’d stumble on the ground.

“What the...oh god” Selvig gulped once he saw Loki. He seemed utterly terrified of him. That’s when I realized another thing. Erik Selvig had been under Loki’s control all this time! 

“Sorry about that” Loki muttered and put the Scepter back on the desk. Loki faced me and searched for negative signs. Although controlling a man’s mind was awful, I couldn’t be mad at him. I knew the truth behind this all. Thor could take care of his human friend for now who was more than just in shock.

“So, where were we?”

The plan was set and we were ready for bed. We even had time to discuss the entire Avengers issue so I felt a lot better as Loki and I headed back to that bedroom. We had a long day ahead of us so more sleep was going to be great. First, we would get a bath and it was obviously much needed. I felt horrible. It had been a few days since I washed my body. I hadn’t had time for that lately but now I finally did.

Loki and I got undressed, which wasn’t anything unordinary. Then Loki filled the big bathtub with warm water and I put some rose soap that Tony owned in this guest bathroom. Once it was foamy and well-scented, we got in it. Loki went in first and took me on his lap. The soap water made everything slippery but we had done this many times before. Soon enough, I was resting on top of him as the water put my body to a relaxed state. It felt heavenly.

“They spoke of you again” Loki revealed something to me. I looked up to his face, realizing he had been looking at me already. His eyes were so sad it hurt me each time I noticed that. I had almost forgotten exactly how broken Loki had been during this all. 

“I’ll be alright, okay? Please don’t worry about me” I cooed softly and brought my hand up to his face, cupping his cheek lightly. Water droplets were rolling down his neck and his hair was wet, which looked amazing. I was astonished by how he still looked so god-like after everything. 

“I can’t help it” Loki pulled off a half-smile at me. Then he leaned closer to me, making my heart beat faster. He had to hold my waist so I wouldn’t slide off of him as his face was right in front of mine. Then he pressed his lips against mine ever so passionately. I allowed my eyes to shut as I melted into our loving kiss. It felt absolutely incredible.

Loki’s lips parted and mine did too, giving him access to my mouth. He tilted his head slightly and deepened the kiss with his skilled tongue, taking my breath away. Meanwhile, his hand travelled down my body, fingers tracing against my skin until he was near my thighs. His touch felt so good, so important to me. “I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry..for ever hurting you” Loki apologized between kisses. It was so sincere of him. 

“Don’t worry Loki. It’s not your fault” I reminded him of the important fact. He pulled away from the heated kiss so he could look me in the eye.

This time, he had a tiny spark in them again. It’s like my words meant the world to him. No words were needed for us to understand each other. Before I could count to ten, our lips were crashed against each other again and Loki’s touch was taking my mind to a much brighter place. We were one again and we couldn’t care if anyone heard us. 

It was just me and him, brought together in messed up conditions but we were here nevertheless. We weren’t going to admit it but we were both scared of tomorrow, afraid this was out last time together. So many things could go wrong. But now, we just focused on each other. 

That night, we fell asleep in each other’s arms. This time I also knew he wouldn’t leave my side. For Loki told me so much more than I expected him to. He told me how Thanos had convinced him I was dead at first, how that had broken his heart and taken his will to live away. Loki told me how he just gave up after a while. Then he told me about the numerous plans he had, how he’d use the tesseract against him but he said he was afraid he’d get me in trouble for it. I began to understand just how difficult his every move had been.

Loki was still so misunderstood. It just made his future death even more painful. If he died, which I wasn’t sure of. There was always that possibility it was a fake death but he would have to have a plan for that as well. Too bad I couldn’t find out. Past-Loki wouldn’t tell me anything about that which was understandable. I didn’t even bother to ask him.

We had to rest. Loki especially. He would play a big part in taking down our enemy. 

Loki could be the key to everything.

                     “Y/N” my voice echoed around me but I couldn’t focus on the voice. It was so dark everywhere. I wasn’t sure whether I was sitting on something if I was standing or simply floating in nothing.

This was a vision.

Realizing that was like a flicker that turned on the lights. A bright green light made me close my eyes for it came so suddenly. I knew immediately where I was. It was that odd vision place where I met Loki again, where I got the ring. “Hello? Who is it?” I called out and opened my eyes, getting used to the beautiful green lights. I looked around and noticed I couldn’t see anything through these walls right now. Why was this vision coming now? Was it a warning?

“Y/N” The voice was more clear now. I recognized it as well, very clearly. It was Loki! But I didn’t know if it was a vision Loki, past-Loki or future-Loki. A white mist appeared in front of me and the next thing I knew, I was face to face with Loki. I saw the long hair, the black leather outfit and it all told me it was future-Loki, the one from Ragnarok. Seeing him gave me hope. Was it a sign we were going in the right direction? But how was I contacting him? Did it mean he was dead? 

He smiled once he saw me. That had to be good, right?

“Loki, what is this?” I wanted to know. He shushed me and walked closer to me, grabbing both my hands. I let it happen because I was so curious. Then silently, he walked me to the edge of this place. We stood by the green wall and he put his hand on it. The wall morphed into one of those windows that showed me a different place at a different time.

“I’m not able to tell you the full truth now, Y/N” Loki began mysteriously. He probably knew of my many questions. 

“Are you dead?” I ignored what he literally just told me. It made him sigh and he ignored the window he was creating. 

“It’s complicated” Loki let me know which made no sense at all. Obviously, he wasn’t going to tell me more so he returned to the window. Soon enough, it showed me a truly familiar place, Asgard.

“Home, doesn’t it look nice?” Loki hummed softly. It’s like his voice was hypnotic. I looked into the window and saw the streets of Asgard, more specifically the market. The sun was shining, people were happy and I saw children playing. It seemed so peaceful it brought tears to my ears to see it all again. I could even hear their laughter and the deep conversation in the background. I could smell the fresh bread in the air. It felt so much like home.

People were walking all around. It didn’t take long until I spotted Loki and me. We had decided to go out one day to blend in with the people. It was a happy day for both of us. It had happened before he found out his true parentage. Seeing that day all over again was so bittersweet. It reminded me of simpler times.

“Remember what you’re doing this for. Victory can change everything and truly, we are relying on you all” Loki spoke after a while of silence. Once he said ‘we’ I snapped out of the trance and looked away from the mirror. I noticed I had tears on my face I hadn’t acknowledged earlier so I wiped them away with my sleeve.  

“We?” I raised my eyebrow. Loki just pulled his lips into a thin line and sighed. Suddenly, the window changed into something much darker. I glanced at it again and saw people vanishing into dust. I saw Bucky, T’Challa, the Asgardians who had escaped in pods, faces I hadn’t even seen before. For some reason, I saw Sakaar there as well. A bright light came from the trash planet and I swear I saw Loki’s face. Before I could be sure, it turned black. Seeing it all flash before my eyes was devastating. They all died because of Thanos. But why did I see Sakaar out of all places?

“The tesseract isn’t just a stone, it has a mind of its own. The universe is full of surprises. If you truly succeed, your timeline will change. But it’s not necessarily a bad thing” Loki told me some comforting words. I knew a lot could change but I also knew it was for the good. If we won, Loki would never be able to tell me if he actually died or if he had a plan all along. It wouldn’t matter if he was alive. “ Good luck, my love” Loki decided to end our rendezvous. I still had so much to say but I knew I didn’t have much time. So I faced him and took a deep breath.

“I’ll do whatever it takes” I promised him before I’d wake up. “I know you will” And just like that, the vision that just started, came to an end.

                        The next morning, I woke up happily since I was snuggled up to the one and only man I wished to wake up with. At first, I didn’t even remember the vision at all. Loki was still asleep so I didn’t get up. Instead, I looked at him, taking in all the details I could. I was still afraid it could be one of the last times I’d spend with him if things went wrong. The sun was rising and sun rays were peeking through the white curtains. The soft light landed on Loki’s perfectly sculpted face, highlighting his beautiful features. He looked peaceful in his sleep, for now. I knew Loki was suffering from nightmares but this night had been calm.

Then I remembered what I had seen in my sleep. Future Loki had contacted me somehow. I still had no idea how it was possible but I knew it was important. I saw Sakaar. Did that mean that the elders of the universe were somehow connected to this? Or was it just a random vision? No, nothing was random in visions. They were precious and meaningful. I had something to ponder about later for sure.

After a little while, Loki’s eyes fluttered open. He mumbled something that didn’t make sense before opening his eyes fully, staring at the ceiling. A couple blinks later he turned to face me and a big smile spread on his tired face immediately, lighting up my world with that. “Good morning” I purred happily to him, wanting to pepper him with kisses but I contained myself. 

“Good morning, my love” Loki spoke and then yawned. His morning voice was so raspy and deep. No matter how many times I heard it, I just couldn’t stop loving it. “I hope you’re ready to kick ass today” Loki continued once he finished yawning. 

“I hope you are too. We’ll show them what we got, right?” I tried to sound as inspired as I could this early. Loki nodded and pulled me closer, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck. He often did that if he didn’t want to get up yet. He would lock me in bed with him so I couldn’t leave either, not that I would’ve left anyway.

We rolled over in bed so Loki was on top of me. I giggled as his hair tingled my sensitive skin, thanks to last night. “But not yet, it doesn’t sound like anyone else is up either,” Loki said after a while. I just smiled and wrapped my arms around his back, feeling a few tiny scratch marks that came from my nails. 

“Fine” I agreed with him to stay like this for just a little bit longer. Loki was happy with my answer. Soon he began to kiss my love bites all over, making sure I was alright. The feeling of his lips on my neck made me smile as I felt goosebumps rising on my skin.

I wasn’t a morning person but mornings with Loki were to live for. For someone who was known for being cold and evil, he was quite the cuddler. Deep down, I knew Loki wanted to stay like this a little longer for he was afraid of the battle, just like the rest of us. We didn’t truly know if we would win or not, or what we would do if we won. Luckily, we could think of that later.

Right now, this was all that mattered.

[PART 7]

Author’s Note: Okay I decided not to put Loki in danger. This needed a bit fluff. I’m not feeling the super angst vibe right now.But... You’ll meet Thanos soon! How will the battle go? Will Loki survive? Will you survive? 

And like, past-Y/N is shit worried on Asgard. I wonder if I should do something about that :D Anyway, some action is ahead of us all!

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Catnip

A Whateley Academy Fanfiction

By Mackenzie

I remembered this place. I'd spent a lot of my childhood here. This man was new, though.

“Hello. It's nice to meet you. My sister has told me a lot about you.” He's very broad. Almost as wide as he is tall. It's a little intimidating.

“I understand you're a mutant?” How did he find that out?

“Oh, I assure you, no mutations are minor. Cellular adaptation is incredibly useful. In fact, you could be of great help to me. My nephew is about to turn thirteen, and I'd like to do something nice for him. Could I ask you to assist?”

Suddenly, I remember a thin little boy with glasses that I look after. Yes, I'd like to do something nice for him...

“Wonderful! Roll up your sleeve-”

He's saying something else, but I can't make it out. The Garbled voice turns to laughter, sinister laughter, and the blackness comes again...

Bubbles...bubbles floating close, it's like sitting inside a glass of pop where am I Agh! Face! Who is that? Stupid hair. Stupid beard. Like a chinstrap for a pube helmet. Why is he pointing at me? Where am I...? Oh god, it hurts-why does it hurt? Like mice gnawing on my brain! The mice ran away...that cat must have chased them off...Cat? It's looking at me. Look at all those teeth...Oh god, oh god, it's going to EAT me!

I jerked upright in my seat, the sound of my own screaming ripping me out of the depths of sleep. I looked around frantically, but I couldn't see the lab that had kept me prisoner for close to a year, or any demon cats. Just the interior of a train car, and disembarking passengers. Who had all stopped, and were staring at me.

Crap.

I shrank back down in my seat, willing the ground to swallow me whole. After a painfully long time, they all started moving again, though murmured whispers and sidelong looks continued. Fortunately, I was saved from death by embarrassment as a cheery, bespectacled face with a deranged shock of chestnut brown hair poking down into my field of view.  

“Blimey! That was quite a yelp. You all right there, Mac?” A British kid I'd made acquaintance with the ride down, Russell Smith was a relentlessly friendly sort. If he'd been perving on my seatmate and I, he did a good job of hiding it. He made a grand show of clearing his ear with a pinkie finger, then disappeared from my field of vision for a moment, walking around the seat to face me, naked concern on his face.

I wasn't really sure what to say to the question, both the unspoken and the spoken one. He'd chatted with my seatmate and I as we made the trip to Dunwich, and was a really nice kid, but I didn't know how to address his concern without inviting questions that I really hadn't decided how to feel about. “Fine...fine. Just a nightmare.” I managed finally, sighing heavily.

“'Just'?” He echoed, and I could almost hear him pronouncing the quotes.

I shook my head, looking away, and in the process, my eyes fell on the empty seat beside me. Where did she go? Had I chased her away...? He smiled, taking my refusal to engage with good humor.

“Miss Naokawa asked me to let you know she was absolutely famished, and needed to make a detour to the Station's newsagent to pick up some sweets. She'll meet you at the baggage claim.” He offered.  

I let out a sigh of relief, and let myself smile up at him. “Thank you, Russell.”

“Just Russ,” He corrected, winking at me. “Or Counterfeit. Only my Nan calls me Russell.”

I nodded agreeably, pushing myself into a standing position. “Russ.” I repeated. “I should head off, then. I'll see you at school?”

He smiled widely, flashing a grin. “Oh yes. I look forward to it, Mac. Cheers.” He tossed me a two finger salute and turned away, disappearing in the throng of disembarking passengers. Thankfully, the gawkers I'd attracted by screaming as I woke up had all dispersed as well. I bent down to collect my backpack and begin stuffing the books and Gameboy that I'd been using on the trip into it.

I can't believe how weird this is. I'm going back to school! I mean, I'd been wanting to for awhile, but not HIGH School. It was bad enough the first time! And I've gotta do it again, this time at mutant high. Jebas. I paused in the introspection, looking up at the window of the train out onto the station. A translucent reflection stared back at me. Boyishly short jet black hair, big green eyes, high cheekbones, and stupidly pouty lips...And just for the icing on the crap cake, I have to do it with someone else's face. My eyes fell down to my neck, and the long, livid scar tracing the side of the white skin. At least that's still mine.

The repacking of my stuff finished, I joined the crowd jostling each other to get off the train. Just gotta be positive. I decided, moving with the throng. In he back of my head, the remainder of the programming was trying to tell me to change my walk, that I could manage this crowd much easier if I behaved differently. I viciously squashed it, and kept moving. This is a fresh start. Admittedly, I wouldn't have picked going back to high school for a fresh start, but it wasn't exactly up to me. And I'm away from everyone who knows about...that time-

That last thought hit me as I stepped out of the train into the cooler, but somewhat musty air of the train station platform. I stepped to the side, out of the path of the milling throng disembarking from the train and stretched. A fresh start, huh? Maybe this won't be so bad.

“Selina!”

“Oh, -crap-!”

-   -   -

I hate him. I hate him SO much. It was repeating over and over in a litany in my head, almost a marching chant as I hurried into the station to get away from him.

“Selina! Selina, wait up!”

Fuck! Take a goddamn hint and go AWAY, you ass!

“Se-”

Gritting my teeth, I spun sharply on my heel, turning to face him. He was running to meet me, and as soon as he came within reach, I picked up my foot and drove the heel of my boot down hard on the shiny leather loafer. He hissed in pain, stumbling to a stop, and I took the moment of his distraction to grab his necktie and use it as leverage to propel him hard into the temporary use lockers that lined the walls of the Dunwich train station. I could hear the general buzz around us dim as the metallic thump of his body against the lockers drew attention, but I was far too angry to care. I used his tie to pull him down to me Why is he so tall my life is not fair and I glared at the criminally stupid jackass with all the heat and fury I could muster.

That may have been a mistake.  

I took a breath and suddenly his scent was filling my nose. It was a heady mix of Old Spice and some sort of...guy smell. Leather and soap with the tiniest bit of sweat. It was like a shower of sparks on my nervous system, and my stomach fluttered, and my cheeks flushed.

It just made me madder. Hate him hate him hate him want to stab him kill him and possibly rip his clothes off and screw his brains out claw his back and I hate that I want that-

“First, Leonard-” I hissed, but somewhere, the stupid little...okay, big prick oh my god stop thinking about screwed up the nerve to interrupt me while I was talking.

“Actually, It's Bruce-”

I drove the heel of my boot onto the top of his shoe again and yanked on his tie pulling it snug around that stupid designer shirt to cut off the cry of pain-I'm pretty sure I felt some of the bones crack, but I was too livid to care. “First, LEONARD-” I snarled, “My name is not Selina. Second, like I told you back in Burnaby, you are not Batman. You're a fourteen year old with more hormones than brains, and a criminally insane bio-devisor for an uncle. I try very hard not to hold that against you, but you're really, REALLY pushing your luck. THIRD, I told you I never want to see you again in Vancouver. This is Massachusetts. This is some fairly creepy stalker crap, and-”

He was turning red, and those stupid, manufactured, rugged good looks were puffing out slightly, but he wasn't fighting it and meekly held up a finger like a schoolboy asking to go to the bathroom. I was still furious, but I relented, easing his tie loose enough for him to speak.

“I didn't actually follow you.” He pointed out meekly. “I mean, I did, but only from the platform. I'm enrolled in Whateley too.”

“...You're fucking kidding me.” I blurted. He took the opportunity to grab my wrists and twist, breaking my hold on his tie. He straightened up to his full height, and I could hear the crowd noise around us beginning to pick up again as the looky-lous hoping for more violence were disappointed. I was getting into the habit of making scenes today. He stood up straight, wincing a little as he favored his foot.

“I think it might be broken. And no, I'm not kidding.” He told me reproachfully.

“Cry me a river, Regenerator-2.” I snapped. “Why are you enrolled at Whateley? Your mom was talking about getting the changes reversed, and you weren't a mutant to begin with.”

“I didn't want to, but she did try.” He admitted, and a slightly self-depreciating smile tugged at his lips. I was suddenly hit with the urge to smack that stupid charm out of him. “According to the 'experts', Samuel Kelly's donation to Prototype's work on me caused some sort of secondary mutation. The DNA from the other donors is embedded in mine so firmly they can't tell what to remove. I'm basically stuck like this.”

“Donors? What a...sanitary word for 'the other guinea pigs'.” I grated through clenched teeth. I gave him my best disdainful look. He was a six foot fourteen year old with neatly coiffed jet black hair and a jaw that could have been carved out of granite, a smattering of stubble and startling ice-blue eyes, and an Exemplar body. We all should be so stuck. Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine as something occurred to me. If he was stuck, what about me? I'd been trying to adapt, but I'd always held out hope that one day... “Stuck? What about your uncle?”

“Hung in his cell three days ago.” Leonard replied somberly. “No one knows why. It's been ruled suicide, but I found suspicious DNA under his fingernails, and the surveillance camera footage is spotty. And when I started filing complaints, we were suddenly awarded a huge settlement, and a free ride scholarship at Whateley.”

The station began spinning wildly around me, and I was getting lightheaded. Prototype could rot in hell for all I cared, but... “That means I'm-” I couldn't bear to finish the thought. I stumbled, and my arm shot out to brace me against the lockers. He had concern on his face as he stepped toward me, but it looked much more threatening on his face than on Russell's. I skittered back defensively, raising a fist warningly. “Leonard. Stay the hell away from me.” I breathed, trying to wrestle the myriad of psychotic emotions under control.

No. Absolutely not. I survived those labs, Prototype couldn't break me, I'll be damned if I give in to a psychotic fit now.

“My name really is Bruce, you know.” Leonard told me, though he obligingly stayed back. “Paperwork for a legal name change and everything.”

“I'm not calling you that.” I replied faintly, taking deep breaths to try and get my equilibrium back. What I really wanted was to put my head between my legs, or pass out, but I was not about to let him see that. “I'm not giving in to that demented little fantasy he tried to make for us. Why are you so eager for it?”

He gave me a funny look. “Are you kidding? Who wouldn't want to be Batman?”

“You're not Batman. You're a mutant with a bunch of low level powers where his training and intelligence would be. And, the most important part, -Cease and Desist-.” I reminded him wearily.

“Alright, Bat-like Vigilante Man.” He sighed. “Lawyers. Anyway, It feels right.”

I sincerely hope that isn't the codename that he picked. “That's because of Mindfuck.” I snapped. “If you'd just...”

Behind me, a security guard cleared his throat, and I gave up on what I was about to say to turn and look at him. A burly black man in his early thirties with a barrel chest and a gut to match wearing a well tailored and well fitting uniform, folded his arms and gave Leonard a -look-. I blinked and looked around and winced. The crowd that had gathered around us had dispersed, but we still had our fair share of gawkers. In particular, a redheaded boy with a really tall, strong looking blond girl were watching with surprisingly intense interest. I hadn't been paying attention. “Is there a problem here, sir?” The guard rumbled.

“Um, no. Not at all. I'm just talking with my girlfr-I mean, Selina-” He began awkwardly, and rage spiked up in me, hot and sudden, and I stepped up to him, reached up and cuffed him on the back of the head.

“I said stop doing that.” I snapped, putting my hands on my hips. “I'm not your girlfriend.”

The big black guard stepped up, his arms dropping down. “Do you want to file a complaint, Miss?” He asked with surprisingly genteel manners. “We can have him escorted off the premises if he's threatening you.”

I hate being called that. Still, he hasn't drooled, or even looked a little too long. I like him. Should I let him...? I wondered, glancing at Leonard and sighing. The idiot was bracing for a fight. If he beat up the guard, it'd be my fault. I pasted a smile on my face, shaking my head and stepping between them, facing the guard and glancing at his name tag. “It's alright, Officer...Lewis. Leonard's a pest-” I heard a noise of protest behind me, and my smile widened at his irritation. “-But I can handle him. For now.”

Deep in my mind, the programming was talking to me again, and it was a struggle to shut it down so I could function like myself. Officer Lewis seemed disappointed, shooting Leonard another glare before looking down at me and nodding. “If you say so, miss. If you need assistance...” He trailed off meaningfully, and I stepped in closer, smiling up at him winsomely.

“...I know where to find you.” I finished in a purr, nodding agreeably, and reaching out to brush his arm. “Thank you so much.”  

He grinned widely, a sparkle of white against his dark face, and he ACTUALLY TIPPED HIS CAP. My god, someone needs to make a whole lot more of him. “My pleasure. You have a good day now, y'hear?” he added, and turned to walk away, whistling, as my face burned in shame, and I viciously locked down the behavioral programming that had gotten loose, turning around to face Leonard, who was frowning after the security guard. Again, the the curious observers had started moving on, and the low buzz of murmuring started up again. I cringe to think how many people had noticed me today. This was the crappiest fresh start ever.

“Why aren't you that nice to me?” Leonard complained petulantly, and I began counting to ten. Murder One is just going to get me in more trouble with the government, I told myself. And I don't know if he can help this or not. And it's not like I always hated him. He was actually a pretty nice kid before.

“Because you're a dick.” I told him shortly. “And because you won't take no for an answer. And because I relive those months in the lab every time I look at you.” And because stupid pheromones and behavioral programming would make me ride you like a mechanical bull if I let it. And now that his Uncle's dead and Mindfuck's still at large, I may never get it fixed.

Leonard winced. “Selina...”

“THAT IS NOT MY NAME!”

People were staring again, but I was past caring. I mean really, who gave a shit? I just saw a girl with forest green hair and Vulcan ears. Neither he nor I were -that- attention getting. Besides, it felt good to give emotions free reign. Leonard was the more controlled one, now. He stepped closer to me, and dropped his voice to a low rumble that made me shiver. And not in a fear reaction. “Do you want me to call you Samuel?” he asked pointedly, and I bit my lip, trying to get myself under control.

“I wondered if you remembered there's a thirty-one year old man in here.” I grumbled, looking away to hide the blush, hot, if not hotter than the anger.

“Of course I do.” He replied mildly. “Sam a good friend of my mom's. He used to babysit me all the time when I was little. He even taught me how to ride a bike. But you're not him anymore, are you?”

I looked up at him, faltering a little. It was easy to see why he thought that way. He was a full head taller than me now, and just...I stepped on that line of thought, hard, and began focusing on my frustration that he was giving in to the conditioning. It worked, and I could feel the discomfort swept away under a wave of fury.

“I am absolutely still him, Leonard. I always will be. Your uncle and his associate took everything from me. This part of me, they cannot have!” I was building toward a screaming fit, and with some effort, I wrestled it back under control, and went on, “This stuff outside...” I trailed off, gesturing to my body, “It's window dressing. And even if it wasn't, I refuse to let them define me. I think Catw...the lady thief would approve.”

He looked uncomfortable. “If you say so. I know who you used to be. And it weirds me out. Kinda a lot. But then I look at you here, and you're just so sexy-”

“Stop!” I burst out as quickly as I could, and sighed. “Don't finish that sentence. I'm begging you. Just stop, okay? I have no desire to be your girlfriend,” True enough “Or have sex with you.” Haha, liar-liar pants on fire. And doesn't it just send little thrills through you to know what you do to him?

I began taking deep breaths, trying to remember what the counselor told me about coping with this new twist on my sexuality that had been imposed on me without my knowledge or consent. I was coming up empty, though, and teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown. It's not all men, it's just him, but that's really bad enough and I need a girl here, and I need to remind myself  I'm not gay. Or that I am gay. What the fuck AM I?

“Can't we at least be friends?” He asked hopefully, intruding on my increasingly desperate thoughts, his lips quirking in a subtly lopsided, stupid, cute, hopeful grin. “You used to play with me all the time when I was little, Uncle Sam. You don't hate me that much, right?”

I blushed darkly, looking around to see if anyone was listening. “Don't call me that, either.” I mumbled. “I don't hate you, Leo. I just...” I trailed off aimlessly and shook my head and sighed.

“What should I call you, then? I haven't seen you since you told me to get lost after the RCMP raided My uncle...I mean, Prototype's lab. Did you get a new name, too?”

“Mackenzie. I go by Mackenzie Grey now.” I said, sighing heavily. He tilted his head.

“Mackenzie, huh? I like that. But...doesn't it feel wrong?” He asked. I knew what he was talking about. The brainwashing had been largely undone, but there were lots of little landmines in both of our heads. They'd had telepaths stronger than Mindfuck trying to undo the brainwashing, but in their considerable professional opinion, the process of undoing what he did could cause mental collateral damage. Becoming drooling vegetables was actually the best case scenario.

I opened my mouth to chew him out for the stupid flirty comment just on general principle, but looking up at him, I was struck by his expression. That frustrating 'too cool for school' guarded confidence was gone, and he had an new expression on his face. It took me a minute to understand, but little Leo the curious rug rat was finally peeking out from under all that stupid 'Bruce Wayne' conditioning. I couldn't keep the anger going. I was actually happy to see my adopted nephew again. Really happy. I hadn't realized I'd almost given Leo up for dead, assuming he'd been replaced by a smarmy jackass with testosterone poisoning.

“Yeah.” I admitted. It felt like an itch I couldn't quite scratch. But it belonged to me, not the stupid programming. “But it's better than listening to Catwoman jokes day in and day out. How have you avoided teasing about your name?”

“You mean, when it's not appropriate to beat them up?” He grinned. I gave him a sharp look, and he raised his hands defensively. “I'm kidding! Mom didn't want me to do it, but answering to Leo was...itchy, somehow. So I changed it, but I kept my real last name. I'm Bruce Wayne O'Neil, Nice to meetcha.” He grinned and stuck out his hand. I suddenly realized he was genuinely introducing himself, and I started, reaching back to him with a faint nod.

“Mackenzie Grey.” I replied, shaking his hand firmly, squeezing a little with the boosted strength they'd slapped on me in the lab of horrors. “Eyes up here, big boy.”

He started guiltily. “I wasn't...” He began, and I couldn't help but laugh. He joined in after he understood I wasn't about to explode again. “Ha ha. So....friends? Auntie Mac?” he added, sticking out his tongue.

I fought down another blush-this was going to be a huge problem. Leo the innocent little kid is about a hundred times more endearing than charming Bruce Wayne, and I couldn't muster the same anger to keep him at bay. “So long as it's understood...friends only.” I warned. “If you try any more of that stuff you pulled when we got out of the lab...”

“I will never kiss you without permission again.” He promised soberly. “I really am sorry about that, by the way.” My mouth went dry.

“Among other things.” I added.

“Among other things.” he agreed.

“Okay, Okay. I can't promise everything will be hunky-dory, but I'll...” I trailed off, groping for words.

“Try not to be such a bitc-” He began, and I felt my temper spike.

“If you value your testicles, do NOT finish that sentence.”

“Sorry! Sorry, I really am. It just popped out...”

“The next time something threatens to 'pop' out, I want you to think of what your mother would do, and remember that we took the same martial arts classes, and your uncle boosted my strength.” I told him coldly.

He actually turned pale! I had to grit my teeth to keep from laughing and spoiling the threat. “Yes Ma'am.”

I gave in, giving him a small smile. “Good boy. Now get out of here, I have to go get my luggage.”

“But I have to get mine, too. We could walk togeth-” He trailed off as I gave him a glare that could blister paint. “Actually, I better go check to make sure my ride is here before I get my suitcase. Bye bye!” He fled and I felt my face relax into a smile. I had my doubts, but that went a lot better than I could have ever guessed. I watched him go, reveling in the warm fuzzies of an all-too-rare victory.

“So!” A perky voice sounded from behind me, breaking the reverie, so close that I could feel the exhalation of breath on my neck. “Who's your new boyfriend, Sokoke?” I whipped around to see the cheery face of the russet-haired girl with Asian eyes who'd been my seatmate on the ride down from Boston.

My face erupted into scarlet. “I just finished telling him, he's NOT my boyfriend, Tiffany. And can you please stop using code names until we get to school? I'm still not used to 'Nekomata'.”

As per usual, she ignored me, sniffing at my neck, and then my chest. I'm not -proud- of squeaking as she stuck her nose in my boobs, but it happened. “You're really turned on.” She pointed out, blithely brushing aside my complaint.

“Gee, a hot Asian girl is motorboating me, I wonder why I'd be turned on.” I murmured wryly. It's not a total fib. Praise be to Cheezus, for giving me this reminder that I still like girls. “Personal space, dear.”

She drew back, her olive cheeks coloring a little. “Sorry, I keep forgetting. Sakurako-chan likes you. Like, a lot.” It was my turn to blush, but I couldn't come up with a suitably pithy reply. Didn't matter, though, she apparently had more to say. “So I was listening in...” She began, and my mouth dropped open, a sinking feeling overtaking me.

“How...?”

She smiled gently and pointed to the top of her head. A pair of translucent cat ears popped through the wavy red-brown locks, then disappeared again. “I suppose there's a curiosity killed the cat joke to be made, but I don't think you'd kill us. Would you?” She asked, batting her eyes exaggeratedly. She was clearly looking for a laugh, and I wanted to give her one, but my heart had splashed into the general area of my stomach.

“How much did you hear...?” I asked softly, my voice sounding like it was coming from really far away.

“Enough that I'm super curious to hear the rest....'Uncle Sam'.”

I cringed, turning to look at her to gauge her reaction. She didn't SEEM upset or angry, or even very weirded out. “Um...” I hedged, wondering what I should do. On the one hand, I'd never spoken about it directly. Not to anyone who wasn't there. Gave the trauma therapist fits, but I clammed up. I had enough to deal with at the time, getting my head shrunk was just too much on my plate. On the other hand, after the incident with Leo...Bruce, I really needed to talk to someone. She really looked like she wanted to hear. Still, I hesitated. “I...I don't want things to be weird, Tiffany.” I confessed. “And if I tell you this...”

“That you used to be a man?” She asked, bluntly. “And now are currently an ovulating teenage girl who's got an amazing body?”

“Ovu---How do you...?” I sputtered. She laughed brightly and just tapped her nose. I sighed and nodded. “That kind of is what I'm worried about.” I confessed. Heat burned and crawled up into my cheeks.

Tiffany just giggled and threw her arms around me in a hug. “Silly girl, You're talking to the daughter of Japanese immigrants. I was raised a prim and proper Buddhist girl. Everyone's been someone else before. It ain't no thang, trust me.”

“California Zen?” I murmured softly, pulled back enough to be eye to eye with her, hugging back and fighting the urge to let my hands slide down to her ass. Good lord, she was exotic and sexy...and less than half of my real age. Even if she -was- interested, I'm old enough to be...well, old enough to know better, anyway. When I get some time alone I'm going to have to use that stupid toy Kristen gave me when I left, or I'll be too horny to function at all.

She grinned wide enough to expose her tiny fangs and let one pop over her bottom lip, dropping into a low, surfer drawl. “Ya gotta take each wave as it comes, man. Like, Totally.”

I couldn't help it. I laughed. I want to hit on her, but I can't tell if she's interested in girls, or just being friendly... “Deep,” I commented.

“Yer darn tootin'. Now tell me a story, Mackie. It's what friends do. Pretty please?”

“Okay. Just...bear with me. I didn't even open up to my shrink.”

Tiffany actually hesitated, but then nodded seriously and took my hand, slipping her own into it, and lacing our fingers together. “Cowabunga, dude.” She intoned so solemnly that I barked out a laugh, and we began walking together to the baggage pickup. She sensed my continued hesitation, and leaned in, brushing her shoulder against mine. “Mackie, if it's too painful...” She began, oddly softly, for such an energetic girl.

I shook my head. “It might be, but the biggest problem is that my memory of the whole time is really...patchy.” I confessed. “A batshit insane telepath stuck his fingers in my brain and swirled them all around. The debriefing team actually told me more than I told them.”

She gave me a horrified look that I tried to ignore. She already knew the worst of it, so why not unload on her? I took a deep breath, trying work up the nerve. “How to start. Um...From what they said, this is all Billie Wilson's fault. Apparently, she gave Prototype the idea of using mutation to bring comic book superheroes to life. And as it turns out, his beloved nephew was really into Batman...”

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