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Does the war ever end?
(Part 5)
2016
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There was chaos amongst the avengers. After six years Daisy had lived with and loved the people who had come into her life during that time. She learned from them, laughed with them and in moments that had resulted in her parents being furious with her - fought with them.
But now it was different.
Ever since Sokovia there was tension, her father’s mix of guilt and paranoia about what had happened and might come next was something that she didn’t enjoy witnessing as she worked with him in his lab A deep sinking of worry weighed in her when she decided to call it quits close to midnight and go to bed while he still worked.
She’d knew that he’d been working until the next morning when he dragged himself into the kitchen with bags under his eyes. Something was eating at him but every time she asked he’d reply the same “I’m fine kiddo”.
This morning started the same but it wasn’t. At two o’clock in the afternoon the entire team came back to the tower silent. Now they sat in the living room arguing about a new accord that had been passed through the United Nations and soon to be ratified.
She sat slumped in the stairwell against the wall after her father had told her to go up to her room.
The main argument had mostly been between her dad and Steve Rogers, a man who she considered her uncle. He’d taught her to draw and took her on walks to the park whenever he was living in the tower in New York. The argument that ensued broke her heart and terrified her at the same time.
The voices of Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Rhodey and Vision had been prominent during the discussion. All people that she adored as family.
“If we sign this we sign away our right to choose” Steve voiced, she could no doubt sense her fathers eyes rolling at the statement.
“ Yeah… oh that’s Charles Spencer by the way, he spent his spring break trying to make a difference building sustainable housing in Sokovia, not that it matters now because we were too busy kicking ass”
“The safest hands are still our own and not only that, this bill would put a target on anyone who is differents back - that includes Daisy if you haven’t forgot” Steve scolded.
“Maybe Tony is right, if we have one hand on the wheel we can still steer” Natasha cut in “But we have made some very public mistakes and we need to win the councils trust back”
Tony stilled at her “you’re agreeing with me?”
“Oh I want to take it back”
“No it’s too late” he half joking replied but his point still remaining the same.
“We need to be put in check, the rest of the world is nervous at a mostly U.S group sticking their nose in the rest of the world’s buisness ” he announced to the room.
Then he returned to his initial debate with Steve
“And Don’t talk to me about my kid Rogers, imagine what they’ll do to her without this as protection, I don’t want her in prison, frankly I don’t want her in this line of work at all!.. Anything I can do to keep her out of trouble is worth it, even if it means preventing her from using her power”
“She’s sixteen Tony! You can’t control her like you do with everything else!”
“I’M NOT TRYING TOO, Daisy is my kid and the issue of super powered beings puts her in danger especially since she was in Sokovia. The governments of the world don’t see us as hero’s cap, they see us as a threat with no jurisdiction and no way of protecting their sovereignty - in their eyes WE are the enemy!”
He paused, his exhaustedness showing through to the team.
“Daisy is powerful and we don’t know the extent of that, but if I can shield it now, stop her from being persecuted by the world then I will damn well try.
Whatever it takes.” He breathed finally.
Daisy’s hands clenched at his remark, not paying attention to the rest of the argument that was only escalating, she knew that her dad meant well but the anger at being labelled as the enemy was palpitating throughout her. The electric green energy of her power roiled across her clenched knuckles becoming more violent as her feelings grew more intense. Tears came to her eyes in frustration, she tried to stop it but it just grew more violent instead.
More tears flowed down her face as the energy in her hands only grew worse, she shook out her hands in an attempt to make it go away, instead a great blast shot out and melted the steel railing across from her as the door to her left clambered open. She choked on a gasp and tried to scramble away from whoever was coming out tripping and tumbling down the steps as she did.
She stared wide eyed from the bottom of the landing at Steve who had come through the door, luckily it was loud enough to cover the sound of her blast. They locked eyes for what seemed like forever, both of them breathing heavy, both understanding that the other was in pain.
Steve looked at the little girl that he’d known almost since he’d came out of the ice into this new life. She looked so scared curled up in herself and the realisation that she’d heard all the shouting from him and her dad made the turmoil in him rage deeper.
He shook his line of sight away from her, looking down noticing the melted rail as she slowly moved to sit up. He sighed in defeat and shook his head, he leaned next to it on his tail bone whilst pinching his nose, for a brief moment Daisy could see the great tiredness of the 93 year old. The text he’d received in all the commotion bringing a newfound sense of loneliness and pain weighed on him.
Daisy watched his shoulders shake before she called to him.
“Steve?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you ok?”
He tried to regain himself “yeah, everything’s fine”
Her red rimmed eyes looked at him with a saddnes that had become residential in her expressions as of late.
“No your not… I see that look in my dads eyes, somethings wrong”
Her lip quivered “you just don’t want to tell me… you can be honest… I can handle it”
He looked at her fully again and his eyes softened “Peggy passed away”
“Oh, I’m sorry” she spoke meekly
“No” he cut her off “I’m sorry” he sank down beside her so that they were at eye level, he crossed his legs and took her hand.
“This shouldn’t happen…you’re a good kid, you shouldn’t be caught up in this” His words fluctuated between meaning but she appreciated that even when he was in pain he tried to make her feel better.
“I’m a danger”
“No” he said definitely again “your dad…” he let out another heavy sigh “your dad means well but”
“But people like us can’t be controlled, that makes us dangerous” she cut him off.
“It makes others scared, we try and do good but mistakes happen”
Daisy looked down thoughtfully “Are they gonna take me away?”
Steve shook his head “Your dad would never let that happen - I wouldn’t - none of us would ever let that happen” he squeezed her hand. There was so much he wanted to say but his thoughts mixed with his grief and confusion left him at a loss for words.
So he settled on this
“No matter what happens I want you to know that you are so loved and you will never be alone.”
They both nodded half heartedly, each silently acknowledging that in this new dawn
Nothing was known.
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When you are in a situation when nothing is known it’s good to take stock of what you do know.
As of right now Steve is on the run along with Wanda, Sam and Steve’s newly refound friend Bucky as far as she knew.
She knew that her dad was growing more anxious the more Secretary Ross hounded him about Steves whereabouts and coincidentally Natasha’s too.
Daisy had never liked Ross, he’d always regarded her curtly and with what she saw as a sneer. More recent events hadn’t had made any difference. In fact she flinched a little harder at his barking in the next room.
“You listen here Stark, you bring Rogers and Barnes in or you’re done! got it?”
“I can’t find them any faster! Every time we close in he just doubles down, people will get hurt”
“Well quite frankly I don’t give a damn about people, I want them detained. And you need to remember you’re not the only one on the line here”
A dark pause hung in the air as Tony processed what he said “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
His head snapped to the door where he heard a shout and shuffling come from the hall way. As he entered two guards had restrained his daughter and were dragging her as she struggled trying to yell as one of them covered her mouth.
Surging forward he was stopped by Ross’ hand on his chest forcing him back. Tony looked to him bewildered and horrified at what was happening. He couldn’t ignore his daughter screaming as he moved past trying to get to her as she was dragged further down the hall.
What Ross said next stopped him in his tracks.
“You’re daughter will be detained until Rogers and his accomplices are behind bars.”
“No way in hell!” Tony yelled back marching further down the hall. Two more guards eclipsed the ones taking Daisy away from him grabbing his shoulders and dragging him back to the Secretary. He struggled more as her piercing screams became fainter the further she was dragged.
Ross stepped between him and the path leading to her “The world is becoming a more dangerous place and after Sokovia it’s only a matter of time before she becomes a problem too. You want her released, bring them in.”
“You have 24 hours before her cell locks for good.”
“Where will you hold her?”
“only place strong enough for people like her”
“She’s just a kid”
“Then I suggest as her father you don’t fail her.”
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This took a while and it’s super long but it’s an important transition for who Daisy is shaping up to be.
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tessabennet · 11 months
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Hellohellohello!
I'm not even really here, but I just saw this, and you know me, I can't resist because I'm nosy AF. So:
⭐ ??? Go wild!
(Also, if you want: Which character was/is surprisingly difficult to write? Which one turned out be much easier than you anticipated?)
Heyyy J, thanks for once again giving me the go ahead to talking about my own writing 😁🥰
I'll start with the last questions:
Who was surprisingly difficult to write? Tony. Definitely Tony. Idk, I was already daunted and unsure when I first started writing him, but thought I could wing it by throwing in the sarcasm and one liners. And they do work, they just kinda turn him into a caricature, which I didn't want. I still think I'm not really getting him *right*, you know, but I couldn’t say why exactly.
The others that were also hard to write at first are Bruce and Thor, but since they were always minor characters and then basically disappeared from the story for a while, it wasn't so bad. Except now I'm post-Snap with writing and am reminded of all my shortcomings.
Who was surprisingly easy? The boring answer is Natasha, but I've talked about this extensively already. The other boring answer is Sam, but I haven't gotten to him yet with the posted chapters, so I'll withhold information on that for now.
So, I'll go with Fury! I was scared of the Secret Agent Talk, but I think he turned out pretty well. Same goes for Maria Hill actually. And Rhodey too. It's very comic book politics, but I ended up exploring the "realistic" parts of the MCU (ie politics and consequences of the on-screen actions) and that's really fun!
Okay, so with the commentary I picked a scene from chapter 28 of Hand of a Devil. I'm not sure if you've gotten to that already, so (very small) spoiler warning if you haven't! I'll put it under the cut, feel free to ignore it.
There's quite some rambling, but I hope it's at least a little fun to listen to read. Thanks again for the ask, I always appreciate it 💜
⭐️ And if anybody else wants a director's cut, please send me more asks! ⭐️
"What does he even want to be now, a superhero?" She huffs indignantly, her mind flashing back to Alexei in his Red Guardian uniform. "There's no such thing."
She can picture Clint raising his eyebrows as he replies. "Well, the three-year-old with the Captain America action figure sitting beside me would beg to differ."
Natasha knows the one he's talking about. Cooper loves Captain America. Cooper also loves Play Doh and Sesame Street.
"I never did understand what that was about," she tells Clint. Her most vivid memories of Captain America were the cartoons she and Yelena sometimes watched during their time in Ohio. "What does an army need a figurehead for? Blatant propaganda."
"He's much cooler than that, come on!" Clint sounds personally insulted. "With the shield and the attitude... The guy practically invented guerrilla warfare, and I read this biography once where –"
I love this scene for a lot of reasons. Not just because Clint and Natasha are always a joy to write together, but because I really enjoy throwaway comments and references like this.
With these lines in particular, what I was trying to do (and I think it worked pretty well) is show the different ideas that Clint and Natasha have about Steve Rogers and/or Captain America, due to their cultural backgrounds and upbringing, before anyone even discovered that Steve was still alive.
Natasha thinks of Cap as a figurehead. She only knows him as either propaganda or a character for children, like merchandise of the United States.
Clint, on the other hand, would've learned about Steve Rogers in history class, at least to some extent. He got taught the strategic value of what Cap and the Howlies did, not just the propaganda aspects. And my version of Clint in particular is kind of a history enthusiast, so he's a bit of a fan too.
And in a way, both are right! Clint's got the perspective on where Steve's coming from, Natasha on what people have turned him into during his absence, while he was in the ice. What's interesting (imo) is how this affects how they meet Steve when he comes back.
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chaossmagic · 3 years
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I think Bucky and Bruce would have had a really good friendship. They both know what it’s like to not be in control of your own body and be compelled to do awful things you have no conscious choice over, then be forced to live with the psychological scarring as a consequence.
And they both lost people they loved during/after Endgame, so they could bond over that, too and help each other in their healing journeys.
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itsallyscorner · 2 years
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Can I sit with you?
pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (can be platonic or not, interpret it how you want)
summary: You notice Bucky sitting alone and you decide to join him.
warnings: none, kinda sad? Spelling errors, sorry if it’s kinda rough I haven’t written in months😭
a/n: Can we just pretend that the Compound wasn’t completely destroyed during Endgame and that Pepper or someone was able to get it rebuilt? Thank you :)
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The quietness of the Compound was eery, but it was something you have grown used to over the past few months. Ever since Thanos and the great loss you all faced as a team, the Compound had grown cold and lonely. After the battle and Cap’s trip back to the past, Pepper had decided to rebuild the Compound and whatever was left of it. She was nice enough to even let you and the remaining Avengers stay there and call it home.
Like most of your teammates, the Compound had always been your home. You, Bucky, Wanda, and Bruce were the common inhabitants of the building. You spent most of your time with Wanda, trying to do the things you both did to bond before Thanos—though it wasn’t the same without Natasha encouraging you both to spill your secrets or Steve popping in every 30 minutes to see if you were all okay. Sometimes you sat around in the lab with Bruce, tinkering with some device or helping him find ways to reverse his Hulk body back into his normal one. Bucky was a little more isolated, spending most of his days alone in his room, working out on the gym, and attending his therapy sessions. You usually see him in the hallway, offering him a kind smile and nod as you walked past each other. That was the extent of your relationship with the super soldier, ever since you met him till the present day.
Most of the time Sam or Rhodey would come around and visit, see what everyone was up to. Sam would stay a few days, cook some delicious Louisianan food, and bring as much joy as he can to see you all laugh. Peter also visited, asking you or Bruce help for homework or just staying at the Compound because it offered him some kind of comfort and normalcy. Sadly enough, you understood what he meant whenever you found yourself sitting alone in the kitchen, staring blankly at the counter as memories of the team and their voices echoed through your head.
The days repeated themselves, you found yourself doing the same routine everyday, and today started the same as the others. You got up, did your morning routine, had breakfast, and so on. Now it was the afternoon, you had been watching movies in the comfort of your room when you felt you stomach begin to grumble. Noticing that it had been a solid three hours since you’ve last ate, you decided it was time for a good break. Pausing the movie, you got out of bed and left your room for the kitchen.
Natasha’s old sweatshirt, a pair of sweatpants, and fluffy socks were enough to keep you warm from the freezing hardwood floors of the building. When you reach the kitchen, you dug into the cabinets for some snacks. You were simply too lazy to cook and settled for a box of Cheez-it. Before leaving you grabbed a bottle of water and turned to go back to your room. Though as you glanced into the living space, you noticed someone sitting on the couch. You crept closer toward the area, soon realizing that it was Bucky.
You’ve only exchanged a few words while living in the same place as him, but that didn’t mean you were afraid to be around him.
You approached the couch, standing beside it, ���Hey, are you okay?”
Bucky’s head snapped towards you, usually with his enhanced abilities, he would sense if you were near. Though, he had been in his head for too long that he hadn’t noticed your presence until you spoke.
You couldn’t help but observe his state. His newly cut hair was ruffled and had strands sticking up in different directions. His under eyes were quite puffy, his beard was growing out, and his shoulders hung low. Everyone may have been mourning the loss of their fallen teammates, but Bucky had it a little worse. The moment he reunited with his best friend, he left to get his brain cleared of HYDRA. The second time they reunited, there was a war to be fought, which ended in Bucky disappearing into dust for four years. When he came back, it was another war, but this time Steve disappeared, for good.
Poor Bucky had been through hell and back throughout majority of his life. When he finally found peace, he was alone—with no Steve or anyone he felt close enough to trust. He was stuck in a whole new generation without his punk best friend to guide him through it.
Looking back at the window he was staring at, he replied straightforwardly, “No.”
Too many things were going on in his head. The nightmares occurred almost every night and therapy honestly wasn’t helping. Having to relive his nightmares just to tell Dr. Raynor about them wasn’t lifting any kind of weight off his shoulders. Everything was just too overwhelming, loosing Steve and suddenly having free will after years of control was too much for him to process. Not to mention that he was practically living with a bunch of people he barely knew. Since Steve trusted them, he believed he could trust them too, which is why he decided to live in the Compound in the first place.
You shifted on your feet, hugging the Cheez-it’s to your chest, “You wanna talk about it?”
Bucky shook his head, brows slightly raising, “Not really.” He glanced at you, wondering if you were going to continue this impromptu interrogation of yours. He watched as you blinked a few times before asking, “Can I just sit with you then?”
He was taken aback by your question, he hasn’t really talked to you since moving into the Compound, though you were always nice to him. During dinner you usually passed him a plate, you would include him in conversations with the best of your abilities, and you never shied from an act of kindness. Besides the fact that you were a trained assassin, you were nowhere near a threat to Bucky and his emotions.
“Sure.” Bucky agreed. He scooted over, making space for you on the couch. A small smile formed on your lips as you made yourself comfortable beside him. With your legs crossed, you opened you box of Cheez-It’s and began to eat quietly. Bucky expected you to start a conversation with him, but you didn’t. You didn’t force him to talk or anything, you just sat there beside him, keeping him company.
Bucky took a moment to glance at you after sitting in silence for a few minutes. Like him, you were staring at the window before you. Though, his stare caught your attention.
“Cheez-it?” You asked, moving the box towards him. A quite chuckle bubbled out of him, his hand reached into the box, scooping of few of the orange squares into his hand.
“Thanks.” He mutters out, turning back to the window. Bucky fought to keep the smile from forming on his face, but he lost. Maybe he wasn’t alone after all.
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syiano · 3 years
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Hey man, good to know you're back to the game, I'm proud of your mental progress and everything else. Could you do a headcanon about the avengers with a boyfriend that is REALLY sarcastic towards authorities, makes dark remarks all the times or when people hit on their BFs like: oh I am a prince! I'll treat you like monarchy! And he answers like: oh, like, Ann Boleyn or Marie Antoinette? He dresses up into the alternative/gothic side but deep down is very caring and shit, also LOVES literature and history.
AYEE WADDUP SETH??? AND TYSM FOR CHECKING UP ON ME I'VE BEEN DOING BETTER💕💕- and bruh I'm actually alternative and goth in real life LOL.
Also sorry if I missed anything this was alot-
{Requested}
Avengers x Male!Reader
Marvel Preferences: Sarcastic Boyfriend
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(Lmao Steve IS the authority) Steve has to deal with your snarky remarks everytime he tells you to so something or when he's scolding you on your safety. Everyone's surprised on how much patience he has with you, and how he makes excuses for you but not without scolding you later on.
He's not very amused when you would flirt back with anyone who's hitting on you, giving you that serious that 'Captain' look.
He grows a little worried about your dark sense of humor, and he doesn't really find any of it funny...
At first, Steve doesn't understand the whole alternative or goth fashion thing, but he grows more open to it when you would explain more to him. He still has trouble understanding it, but he does love how you can be carefree about your fashion style.
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Bucky is a little worried when you would talk back to authorities, and tries to tell you not to overdo it because he doesn't want you to have to deal with any punishments. But if you're defending him, he feels more flattered and vulnerable.
He chuckles a little at your dark humor, only for the team to sit in shock when he does.
But he's not very amused when you would make such comments when people are flirting with you. Out of jealousy, he grabs your hand and drags you away, only to be grumpy when you would joke about it (you gotta make it up to him with hugs and kisses later).
He really likes your style and he admires how you can just be yourself (rip anyone who makes any mean comments about it).
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You are Tony's ideal match and worst nightmare (Rhodey just says this is everyone's worst nightmare though). You two always give authories (Steve cough) a difficult time, and they have to deal with the both of you. But that comes back to you later since the both if you are sarcastic and snarky, you would end up having a comeback match with each other, which would last all day.
He gets your sense of humor which can match with how sarcastic he is (on how he uses humor at the wrong times).
When you would make a bunch those comments, Tony agrees with you and then playfully says he's much more of a prince than you are, just to make you a little jealous on purpose.
Yes, Tony says you look like you came out of a rock band (I get this alot) and comes up with a bunch of nicknames for you based off of your appearance.
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Sam thinks it's usually funny and entertaining when you would talk back to authorities (Steve) sometimes, but if it's more of a serious situation, he warns you to take it more seriously.
He teases you about where you got your sense of humor, and always expects you to have some dark joke in a casual conversation (even at the wrong times). Sam doesn't really mind it, and would laugh at how shocked people are that he's not bothered by it.
Sam admires your fashion style and jokes about you getting into any trouble, only to laugh when you would come up with a snarky comeback.
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Scott...is either shocked or confused everytime you talk back to the authorities. But then, he thinks it's cool and tries to copy you, only to get yelled at or look pretty stupid later on.
He has a blank stare whenever you would make dark jokes or remarks, only to say something like, "uh...what just happened and where did that come from?" As a whole, he doesn't really understand dark humor.
When you flirt back with people, he jumps in and gets defensive, trying to shoo away the person who was hitting on you, not caring if he looks ridiculous or not.
Scott thinks your fashion style is so cool, and wants to dress like you, only to probably backfire when Cassie says she wants to dress like you as he would get all defensive about it.
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Peter gets worried when you would talk back to authorities, and gives you a small warning such as a light bump on your back or shoulder to get you to stop. He's trying to get used to your dark humor, but he's glad that you're able to get along with MJ so well due to your humor and fashion style.
When people flirt with you, he can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not when you would say such comments. He starts getting all pouty and gives you puppy eyes, to get more of your attention.
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At first, Bruce would be really silent and feel awkward about you being rebellious. Now, he does tell you to back down, to everyone's surprise.
Your humor on the other hand? To everyone's shock, he actually laughs at a few if your dark jokes (only if he can relate to them).
He's not really bothered by your fashion style. He actually finds it ironic how sweet you can be sometimes.
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Thor is not very fond of how rebellious you can be - this actually worries him, especially since it reminds him of how he used to be, and he doesn't want anything to happen to you, and he tries to get through to you.
He actually finds himself laughing at your dark humor, which surprises everyone (well, he does hang around Loki).
He finds how you dress is unique and praises you on how beautiful you are. Thor does wish people shouldn't judge you for how you dress and how suspicious they are of you, only to want to show them just how loving and caring you really are.
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You're an ideal match for Loki. He just finds it's entertaining when you would always talk back to the authorities, and sits back and watches. When it comes to your dark humor, he completely understands and finds it hilarious.
But if you flirt back with people? Loki gets jealous easily so he went hestitate to steal you away and remind you who you belong to while having his way with you.
You have lots of common with Loki when it comes to your fashion style, and does think it's fasinicating how someone can have so much in common with him. He also surprises you with accessories to match with your outfits.
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You and Pietro can also be everyone's worst nightmare. He can be really stubborn especially when it comes to any authorities, and what makes it more of a handful is when you would tag along with him.
He understands a little of your dark humor and finds some of your jokes funny, but it goes to an extent. Some jokes may end up triggering him ('cause of HYDRA) and he takes that very seriously.
Pietro gets jealous easily, so flirting with the person who's hitting on you will cause him to drag you away, making you have to deal with him being all grumpy.
He doesn't really care about your fashion style since he's more fixated on your personailty than anything else.
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Coming Out (Steve Rogers x Bi!Female!Reader oneshot)
Uhhh, so... like I said, I’m bi. And my parents aren’t accepting so I can’t ever, EVER, tell them. And since my last oneshot was Bucky, I figured we can be with Steve in this one. The Avengers would be accepting? Right? Spoiler, yes, the Avengers are very accepting. Oh, and Y/S is your sibling. Brother, sister, or just sibling. If you have more than one sibling, pick one to be mad at. If you don’t have any siblings (wow how did you manage it), pick someone else’s to be mad at. [For the record, I do love my little sibling, but the fact that they almost outed me to my parents, and I didn’t even know they knew...I haven’t brought it up with them, but my mom was not happy.] So this is really for anyone else that hasn’t come out because of an unaccepting family, or just someone who wants some Avengers fluff with a bit of previous angst. Because as much as I hate reading it, I’m damn good at writing it.
Warnings: There probably is swearing, there normally is, as ascertained by my account name. And the reader is called so, so many nicknames. There’s definitely a princess in there somewhere, probably a doll, I’m not really sure the full extent of the more feminine nicknames, but please don’t read this if it being a female reader will trigger you. Like seriously, you’re “Y/N”, but I swear nobody ever actually calls you that. Past Stucky. And don’t be homophobic, if you’re reading this far you’ve already read the title, the only reason you wouldn’t understand is if you quite literally live under a rock. But then you wouldn’t be on tumblr either, so just fuck off if you’re racist or homophobic. I don’t take that on my page.
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The Avengers would be accepting, right? They certainly weren’t racist, and none of them had ever said anything homophobic while you were around. So, maybe they did accept everyone. You’d met Carol a couple of times, and there was no way that she was straight, and Tony had never said anything to her. But maybe he just didn’t notice? You loved the Avengers, but after the last few months of living with them. You realized how oblivious most of them really were.
If Clint doesn’t have his hearing aids turned on, he doesn’t catch anything. If they are on, he’s hiding in the vents, watching what everyone’s doing. Nat’s always observant, catching things you didn’t even know you were thinking, so you were pretty sure that she knew at this point. Tony never notices anything, except when you don’t grab an extra coffee on your way to the lab. And Rhodey makes up for it by noticing what he doesn’t and pointing it out to him. Bruce notices lots of things, all the time, provided that Tony doesn’t have him knee deep in creating new.. You don’t actually know what the Science Bros are doing since you just do the boring parts and make sure the FRIDAY has all the files from anything ever organized properly.
Peter’s pretty observant when he’s around, Spidey senses and all. Sam notices a lot of things from all his years in the military and working for the VA. Both the twins are excellent at making you feel better, since Pietro will run around and grab you things, and Wanda will either put happy memories in your head or just watch your favourite movie with you for the millionth time. Vision doesn’t ever really notice anything, or maybe he just never comments. He is the human internet, but he’s still not great with feelings. Sometimes Scott will bring Cassie to visit, and there must be something about that kid because she can always tell when you’re feeling off. And Scott’s dad instincts can too. Pepper isn’t always around at the Compound, as she’s still running Stark Industries for Tony, and she is super observant, probably due to her CEO-ness, or maybe it’s just instincts. Maybe Nat’s rubbing off on her.
Thor notices nothing, except really obscure details. Someone could flirt with him, and he won’t bat an eye, but if your routine is a second later than it normally is, he’ll ask if you slept well. He couldn’t tell you that Tony was standing right behind you in conversation, but he noticed when you changed your shampoo. Loki notices everything, from the second you started sneaking around with Steve to the fact that you completely changed the kitchen cupboards one night when you couldn’t sleep. Stephen and Wong are about as observant as Loki, from what you can tell. Since they often stay at the Sanctum, you don’t get to see them very often. Although you will sometimes sneak out of the Compound to go read some of their books for a change.
The Guardians rarely show up on Earth, but since Drax, Quill, and Rocket are all oblivious to anything and everything going on around them, they don’t bother you as much when they are here. Gamora and Nebula are always observant, probably from having to judge Thanos’ moods for years. Mantis can sometimes tune into your emotions without even touching you, and you aren’t sure how, so you just kind of hide in the lab when she visits with the Guardians because she hasn’t quite learned to not announce what others are feeling yet. Groot, for only speaking in ‘I’, ‘am’, and ‘Groot’; exclusively in that order, is also very observant, once you learn what he’s saying.
When Shuri and T’Challa show up, you notice that they are the most accurate representation of siblings ever. The older brother that does notice some things, but only if they matter. The younger sister that drives him nuts, and still manages to notice enough to blackmail everyone around her with new tech. In the few times you had met Carol, you knew she knew, a functioning gaydar is something that all LGBTQ+ people come equipped with, plus a regular human with alien superpowers is someone who has probably learned to be pretty observant over the years.
Being a super spy/assassin, Bucky notices a lot, he can always tell when you’re hiding something, even if he doesn’t know what. Like Thor, he doesn’t always notice when people flirt, but he definitely did when you changed your shampoo and started closing Steve’s door in the middle of the night. Sam noticed the squeaky door too, and he’ll attest to it at every possible chance, even though his room is on the opposite side of the compound since he couldn’t handle being that close to Bucky’s nightmares. Which leaves you with Steve. You loved your boyfriend, and you knew he could tell that something was off. You weren’t leaving him, that was for sure, but since there was something you hadn’t told anyone in the Compound, you had started distancing yourself as you were getting ready to come out. It wasn’t on purpose, you just wanted to do it all at once. Whether it meant being dumped and fired in the same breath, you didn’t care, you would find a new place. Especially since you couldn’t go back home. You would find a new place to work, and nobody would ever find out again.
“I can do this.” You muttered to yourself while recoding FRIDAY to make space for all the new files Nat and Clint had just brought back from a HYDRA base. The Avengers weren’t focused on taking out HYDRA, well, I mean, they were but they weren’t. They were using their own information to take them down. And by that, I mean that SHIELD was disbanded the second you stormed into Nick Fury’s office to inform him of what the hell was going on, about a month after you were hired, mind you. When Tony had found a list of all the SHIELD agents that were secretly HYDRA, Fury had secretly rehired all the SHIELD-SHIELD agents to work under the Avengers. Any HYDRA-SHIELD agent was left to fend for themselves.
“Of course you can do this, kiddo. What are you even talking about? You’re just deleting your security footage and old projects off FRIDAY to clear space. You do that at least once a month.” Tony responded.
“Oh, uh-well, I-um.” You responded about as eloquently as you did the first time he asked you about you and Steve.
“Take your time, what’s going on?”
“..Can we call a team meeting tonight?”
“Sure we can, but why?”
“I promise I’ll explain everything.”
That was four hours ago, and now you were frantically blocking both Wanda and Loki out of your mind while pacing around your old apartment from before you moved in with Steve.
“Princess? Are you okay? Tony told us you wanted to call a meeting.” Steve knocked softly at your door.
“I’ll be out in a second. I-yeah, I promise I’ll be there in a minute.” You were so nervous that you swore you were about to puke. Instead, you grabbed a piece of gum off your dresser and opened the door, wary of Steve possibly leaning on it.
“Oh, darlin’. Are you alright?” Steve asked, kissing your forehead.
“I- nope, hold on.” You ran back into your apartment, and into the bathroom, and the contents of your stomach were immediately evicted.
“Sweetheart!” Steve followed you back into your apartment and knelt next to you, feeling your forehead. “FRIDAY, is she alright?”
“Miss Y/N appears to be in perfect health, Captain Rogers. I believe she’s nervous to tell you all something.”
“You’re such a fucking tattletale, Fri.” You mumbled under your breath.
Steve pulled you back from the toilet slightly, flushing it. He then helped you stand so you could brush your teeth. “I know you’re leaving me, sugar.”
“Yeah- wait, what?! No! Stevie, why would I ever leave you?” You said after rinsing your mouth. “I’m not leaving, I have no reason to leave the Compound. Like, seriously, I never leave except to get new books from the Sanctum.” You started walking away from him, grabbing his hand and dragging you with him. “Seriously, Stevie. What would make you think I’d ever leave?”
“You’ve been reeeeeeeeeeal distant lately doll.” Bucky said, coming up next to the two of you.
“I know..I’m sorry.” You stood at the head of the table in the meeting room. “Let me explain.”
“What is there to explain?” Nat asked. “It’s obvious.”
“It’s obvious?” You asked, surprised.
“You’re leaving, so you’ve been distancing yourself from everyone.” Clint interjected, looking sternly at Nat. Your eyes widened softly, you didn’t know that Clint knew too.
“Have I ever told any of you why I never go home?”
“No, kiddo, you’ve never mentioned.” Tony said softly.
You took a deep breath before talking. “So my parents kicked me out. I was getting ready to move in here, when an old friend of mine from highschool showed up at our door. I was running down the stairs to answer it, since I had seen his car from my window, but my dad got there first. My so-called friend announced news that I never wanted my parents to know, and when they rounded on me.. The topic had only been brought up once before, and I denied everything so fast and with such anger that when my Y/S said it, my mom almost imploded. But, I can tell that part of the story later, if need be.
“My parents turned to look at me, and I glared at my ‘friend’ before saying ‘Any chance I could convince you that’s a lie?’, uh, spoiler alert, there wasn’t any chance that was happening. So instead of leaving some stuff to grab later because I didn’t have enough room, I shoved everything I hadn’t already packed into garbage bags, threw everything I owned in the back of my truck, and drove around until I realized I needed to be here. That’s why I said I had driven all night when I showed up, it was a long drive, but I made it longer than it needed to be because I figured I couldn’t show up in the lobby at 1 in the morning.”
“Princess, what’s so bad about you that you never told your parents?” Steve asked, squeezing your hand softly.
“Whatever it is, Y/N, you can still be my big sister.” Peter said, standing to give you a hug.
“I dunno how to say it.” You mumbled into his shirt.
“If you know how to finger spell in sign, Nat or I can say it, sweetie.” Clint told you softly, evidently already knowing what you couldn’t manage to say.
“Um, okay.” ‘C-L-I-N-T, N-A,T, I-M B-I. P-L-E-A-S-E D-O-N-T F-I-R-E M-E.’ You might’ve gotten m, n, or t mixed up in there somewhere but you know Clint and Nat knew what you said. Besides, you weren’t fluent in sign, and it’s not your fault the placement of the thumb means so much.
Nat walked over and hugged you too. “I know, sweetie. But it’s still nice to hear it from you.”
“So what’d she say?” Bruce asked.
“She said, and I quote, ‘Clint, Nat, I’m bi. Please don’t fire me’.” Clint said.
Peter kissed the top of your head, mumbling “I’m proud of you.” into it.
“Wait, what does that mean again?” Bucky asked.
“It means that she likes both men and women. Kiddo, I would never fire someone for being LGBTQ+, well, I would, but not because they were LGBTQ+. If someone’s an asshole, I’ll indiscriminately fire them.” Tony said, which made you giggle into Peter’s shirt.
“But, Mr. Stark-”
“Tony.”
“-Tony, I am an asshole. I’m just a sarcastic one instead of actually being mean to people.” You sniffled softly into Peter’s shirt, but he heard you.
“Oh, that doesn’t count. I would’ve been fired a long time ago for that.”Clint said, rubbing your back.
“Okay, wait, did you just snot into my shirt, Y/N? Really?” He pulled away from the hug. “I do a lot, but not tears.” He shoved you lightly into Clint’s arms, and you softly curled up on his lap, scared since Steve hadn’t said anything.
“Listen, little one, I’m proud of you.” Loki said from across the room. “I’m genderfluid as well as pansexual, and Father made me use my magic to stay male at all times on Asgard.”
“Oh, Loki, that must’ve been so dysphoric for you. I’m so sorry.” You said softly, still sniffling into Clint’s shirt.
“Wait, is that it?” Bucky asked. “Not that I’m mad at you, doll. I know that must’ve been really scary for you after the stunt your parents pulled. But you didn’t know that we all go to Pride every year?”
“You all go to- seriously?”
“Either as members or allies, kiddo.” Clint said, still rubbing your back.
“Really? ..I’ve never been before.”
“It’s next week! We’ll take you!” Wanda exclaimed.
“We can paint little flags on your face, princessa!” Pietro sped over to you and kissed your cheek before returning to his spot.
“Get your damn hands off my girl, Speedy.” Steve growled.
‘That’s what he cares about?’ You thought softly. ‘Wanda, can you get me back to my old apartment?’ Wanda leaned over to whisper something to Pietro, and the next thing you know, you were back in your apartment. “Thank you, Piet.” You said, sitting down on your old bed.
“It’s no problem, princessa. I’m proud of you too, for the record.” He kissed your forehead before leaving, probably to avoid the wrath of Steve.
There was a knock on your door, but nobody announced who was there. You stood up and looked through the little peephole to see, since you didn’t really want to talk to Steve right now. You sighed in relief once you saw it was Bucky. You opened the door enough that he could come in, but anyone else would hopefully realize that they were not being extended an invite. “Thanks, doll.” Bucky said quietly. “Is that what it’s called when you like both?”
“Yeah, it’s bisexual, but most people just shorten it to bi.” He nodded and waited a few minutes before speaking again.
“Steve doesn’t care.”
“Well, the only thing he seemed to care about is that Piet touched me, so it would seem like he did kinda care because he didn’t say anything.”
“He’d kill me for telling you this, doll. But he’s never slept with a woman other than you.” He paused, presumably to let it sink in. “Just me.”
You winced softly. “Buck..he hasn’t slept with me either. And don’t tell Steve.. but he’s been my first everything.”
“Everything?”
“Okay, well I dated a little in highschool, but we never actually went on dates. We studied together, and one of the guys just hung out at my house like every day that summer, but none of the guys I dated ever took me anywhere. Or kissed me, and since we didn’t get to kissing, we didn’t get any farther.” You stopped to let that sink in for a second. “And don’t think that I give a shit about you and Steve sleeping together, the sexual tension between the two of you is unbelievable.”
“Why haven’t you told Steve?”
“Because he’ll go insane. He’ll want everything to be absolutely perfect and everything will inevitably go wrong, and I don’t want it perfect, I just want Steve.”
“Wait, though, hold on. If you two aren’t sleeping together, then why were you sneaking into his room at 2AM almost every night?”
“Stevie told me about how he used to help you with your nightmares, so I figured maybe he could help with mine. At first he’d talk me down, and then he’d sleep on the couch and he’d give me the whole bed. Until I had another nightmare and I could convince him to stay with me. As time went on, we’d talk about my nightmares, and he’d just stay in bed with me instead of taking the couch for an hour or two at a time. And then I just started not being able to fall asleep unless I was curled up to Steve. And then I just started going to his room every night when we all went to bed because I was gonna wind up there at some point in the night anyway.” You paused to breathe. “Honestly, the first time he kissed me was just to get me to shut up, so don’t ever tell him that was my first kiss, because he feels bad enough about it being the first kiss I had with him.”
Bucky laughed. “I did the same thing to him back in Brooklyn after Sarah died. He told me he was fine, but I told him I was coming in anyway. And when he started ranting about joining the army, should the war get worse, I kissed him to make him stop talking about the damn war for 5 goddamn minutes.”
“Were you guys together when I first got here?”
“No, doll. We fooled around together a couple of times, but we stopped. We both wanted you, but since Stevie never got any girls back then, I figured I wouldn’t fight him on one now.”
“I’ll still fight you for her if you want, jerk.”
“I’ll still beat your ass, punk.”
You curled into Bucky more than you had been. “H-how long have you been standing there, Stevie?”
“Long enough to hear all the shit you didn’t want me to hear.”
“Language.” Bucky muttered under his breath, causing Steve to shoot him a glare.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me, darlin’?”
“..Which part?”
“Any of it. You know you can trust me.”
“I know, but- I was scared you would leave me. I was just tryna keep good things good for as long as I could.” Bucky chuckled. “Oh, shit, I didn’t mean to rhyme.”
“And about being a virgin? Sugar, you know I wouldn’t care. Tony’s called me the 95 year old virgin since I was defrosted.”
“Well, I didn’t tell you about the kiss because I know how bad you feel that our first kiss was you shutting me up after I was ranting over some characters.” Bucky chuckled again and you elbowed him in the side. “And I know you, Stevie, you’d drive yourself and everyone around you crazy trying to make the night perfect. But considering most of my friends lost their virginity in the backseat of the car they happened to be in that night, I don’t give a shit about the perfect night. Virginity’s a social construct. Like I said, I just want you.” You paused slightly. “Maybe Buck.”
“What?!” They both exclaimed.
“Well, you said you were fightin’ over me, right?” They both nodded. “What if you didn’t have to? I don’t know if any of them have told you, but there’s this thing called polyamory. We could all date each other without it being cheating or anything.”
“Genius.” Bucky said. But once again, Steve didn’t say anything.
“Oh, Stevie, we don’t have to. It was just an idea. It can just be you and me if you want it to be.”
“My best girl and my best guy. Together. Sweetheart, that sounds amazing. And I don’t care about you being bi, I’m sorry you were scared to tell us.”
“It’s not your fault, honey. You weren’t there.”
He kissed you softly before pulling you into his lap. “You should never be afraid to tell us anything.” 
Bucky kissed your forehead before heading for the door. “Well, I’ll just-”
“Bucky, sit your ass back down, we’re not done with you.” Steve said sternly.
“-Sit back down then, apparently.” You stood from Steve’s lap and pulled Bucky into a hug, sighing softly. Steve came up behind you and planted a kiss on the top of your head before wrapping the both of you in a hug.
“Y’know, Buck, she has the softest lips you’ll ever find.” You blushed, hiding your face in Bucky’s chest.
Steve pulled you back, and Bucky tilted your head towards him. “Is that so?”
“It’s what he tells me.”
Bucky kissed you softly, almost like he was scared Steve would punch him for doing so. Pulling back, he said “Damn, punk, first time ever you’ve been right.” You blushed harder, not knowing where to look since you were still so close to Bucky’s face.
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You did end up losing your virginity that night, on the bright side. Well, you supposed, there was more than one bright side. You kept your job, and your friends, as well as your boyfriend. And you even gained a boyfriend while you were at it. All in all, your coming out story could’ve been much worse, but the Avengers would be accepting. Right?
HOLY SHIT I’M SO SORRY. This really was meant to be a Steve x Reader, and I swear that one of these days I will write a fic where the reader doesn’t end up with Bucky in some form. Today is not that day. It turned into a Steve x Bucky x Reader, so sue me. You won’t get anything if you try. As many writers know, you follow where the words take you, and next time, I will not let the words take me back into the arms of Bucky. I love him, we all do, but not every fic I write can be about him. I hope that none of you will relate to this, this is not my actual experience, as I’m only actually out to a few friends and anonymously to half the internet (I’m so sorry I don’t know how to spell anonymous, so I probably just fucked it up again), but alas, parents that aren’t homophobic to anyone except if me or my little sibling were to come out. I hope if you’ve read this far that you enjoyed it, and uh, yeah. I’m sorry this turned into a Stucky x Reader.
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Two years later -
You had sold your flower shop soon after Steve's confession about the three-month trial period and decided to open an event management venture and partnering up with a small catering company in Brooklyn.
Soon after the new company started running smoothly, you hired more people to help you out. Steve disclosed his wish to have another baby with you. You were scared about your second pregnancy, but this one was easy as luck would have it.
You gave birth to your daughter, Maya, a naughty little ray of sunshine, who had Steve wrapped around her fingers before she was even born. The day Steve and you found out the gender of the baby, Steve went shopping for the second time, this time he got every cute onesie for his daughter, your favorites were 'Daddy's New Boss' and the matching green set with 'Baby Bear' onesie and 'Papa Bear' T-shirt. Steve's favorite was 'Drinking buddies' matching set, that man and his dad humor.
Maria and Rhodey came to visit as often as they could. The same could be said for Sam and Bucky, but Sam did have an ulterior motive. He liked Rebecca and asked her out. Thankfully Rebecca thought Sam was cute. They began dating soon after Maya’s birth.
Steve and Rick had repaired their relationship to some extent, but Steve remained cautious. Mattie started preschool, which he loved.
You were happy with your life, both personal and professional. You told Steve just about everything and hid nothing from him, and, in turn, he opened up to you and shared his fears. Steve took a backseat from his business. He started working from home, ever since you started working to look after kids.
Today you were kid-free. Rebecca and Sam were babysitting Mattie and Maya because they wanted a practice run before their angel came to the world, and you had given Gina the day-off.
Steve had gone grocery shopping, you forced him to, that man hated shopping, be it any kind, you had to prepare for the special night for just the two of you. You prepared the dinner and the dessert (you). With kids running around the house, the sex had to be quick and quiet, but tonight you were going to have some alone time with your husband.
You were dressed in a pink lace set, over which you had Steve's black t-shirt, which reached your thighs, something he loved seeing you in.
Steve came into the house carrying the groceries leaned back against the door to shut it. He put the paper bag on the dining table while studying you with appreciative and predatory eyes and that charismatic smile that made you wet. 'So that's why you needed chocolate syrup and whipped cream,’ he said huskily.
'I made dinner and dessert. Do you want to skip dinner and directly go to dessert?’ you asked, quirking your eyebrow, moving forward to remove the jacket from his shoulders and feeling Steve's hard body with your hands, gently massaging his chest.
'Hell yeah. I am in the mood for something sweet’ Steve took off his t-shirt and kicked off his shoes. He walked towards you, in just his jeans, you bit your lip trying to control your moan, your husband looked breathtaking, he pounced on you, carrying you bridal style towards your bedroom.
'Don't forget the chocolate syrup and whipped cream,' you reminded him.
'God, I love you so much,’ Steve confessed as he laid you down on the bed and ran away to get the whipped cream and chocolate syrup. When Steve came back, he was in his boxer shorts.
Steve leaned forward and kissed you promisingly, a night of wild, passionate, dirty, and kinky sex. it was a Friday night, and you had the whole night to enjoy each other.
'I love you, Y/N,’ Steve reminded you and kissed you...
'Oh..yeah? Show me’ you broke the kiss.
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Greetings from the Avengers’ Base
Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Avengers & Male!Reader Summary: How you got close to the original six Avengers Word Count:  1,291 Request:  I saw ur post & thought... maybe how the reader got to know each avenger and how they became friends / a team. Some fluffy friendship shorts :3 Love ur writing, bo <3 A/n: FUCK CANON TIMELINE, WE’RE MAKING OUR OWN.
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Being an orphan teenager with nothing better in your life going for you, it’s hard.
It’s strange when you’re a superhero and currently living at Avengers, under the parental care of Nicholas Fury, who has expressed that does not mean you can call him dad. Not that you wanted to anyway. You’ve been an Avenger since you were fourteen, when the first time the Avengers got together, you were part of the original group. 
At first, it was daunting, no one understood why you were there and there were times you wondered why you were there too. You were too young and especially fighting for the world. You proved yourself, immensely, to the team. One by one they took turns to get to know you. They didn’t want to overwhelm you.
Tony took you under his wing, seeing a bright young man with a bright future ahead of him. He helped you with school work, he acted like a father to you. Just because the constant thought that ran through Tony’s mind was that he would be a better father than his father will ever be. He would drop anything, press meetings, conference, anything if you asked him to come play catch with him. 
You looked up to Tony, you saw a side of him not many people see. You enjoyed hanging around his tower, you were fascinated with JARVIS. You watched how Tony would ramble with his robots, you got friendly with Dum-E. 
You would always see Tony as your dad, in fact, Tony has been fighting for your custody, to finally adopt you. It shocked Pepper and Rhodey that he wanted to do this in his own accord.
“I’m gonna make you a Stark, one day kid.”
You smiled, leaning against his lab desk, “Good luck on that, papers are hard to convince even if you’re a billionaire.”
“A challenge worth defeating.”
Steve was the one the came around next, whilst he heavily disapprove you being part of the team, he started to get close to you when you were asking his time back in his era. You were heavily invested in your history class and when the 30s came as a topic, you knew who to ask about the times. It was nice to Steve, it allowed him to think about his days. 
He likes the modern times, but he misses when times were simpler. It’s still hard for him to grasp new concepts. Then, you started to gush about his drawing that you begged him to teach you, you were a blast to be with. Whilst he taught you how to draw, you taught him the new stuff. You kept him young and never left him confused, for that he was eternally grateful for you. In fact, to this day you were still helping him out.
“So, what is tumblr?”
“Hell.”
“Wha-?”
“Just don’t touch it, Steve.”
Bruce was easy to get along when Tony was busy and you needed help on your science homework, Bruce was the next best thing. Whilst you were above average in intelligence, sometimes Bruce can lose you at times. But, once Bruce got over his fear of accidentally hulking out on you, he would talk non stop.
He’s actually a funny guy.
He can help you with Biology and Chemistry, even if you just wanted additional readings to get ahead of your peers, but when you come bouncing into the labs asking about Physics, you’ve never seen Bruce light up brighter than a Christmas tree. He gets way into it, it makes you laugh because, after a long rant - where has most definitely lost you, he looks at you asking if you got that.
To which you blankly stare at him and say no.
“Really?”
“Yeah, sorry, Bruce,” You apologised as he waves you off.
“It’s okay, I’ll go slower this time...”
“Oh god.”
Thor was confused to why a baby is on the team, after all, age is different between the two realms. You had to explain that you weren’t a babe, that you were a pre-teen and that you’re actually grown to an extent. Nevertheless, Thor had to adjust to Midgard life for a bit, that means you would experiment cooking on the poor God. You were alright at cooking at least for someone at your age. 
But, there are days you feel devious where you would cook something that would be horrendous and make Thor taste it, sometimes it backfires on you and you would put together a really delicious meal, other times it becomes successful and you would see Thor’s nice exterior crumble a little bit before nicely saying it tastes good.
“How is it?”
“It’s something...” Thor says before smiling with food in his mouth, “It’s really good, (Y/n)!”
“Thanks!” Turning your back to giggle to yourself as Thor spits it in a napkin, only to give you a thumbs up when you turn back to look at him.
Clint and Natasha were different, they were constantly busy with work that they barely got to know you until they got stuck babysitting you. You had loudly got on the wrong side of Fury causing him to ground you and the two spies to look after you. It was their punishment went a mission almost went wrong. 
You were pissy with them, like any other teenager going through teenage angst. You got on both the spies’ nerves, until one day you sat down and it seems like you calm down, you were easy for Clint and Natasha to handle until you heard swears and shouting coming from Nick’s office. You grin to yourself as you grabbed both the wrist of each spy and bucked it out of the room you were occupying.
Turns out, in your protest of being grounded, you decided to prank Nick. And because you couldn’t alone at the SHIELD base, you dragged both spies around with you. It got to the point that the spies were showing you hiding spaces and even helping you prank their superior. 
At the end of the day, when Nick finds you in the room, he asked what you’ve been doing. You show him that you’ve been doing homework and drawing for Steve. Fury can’t prove you wrong as the two spies back you up.
“He hasn’t done anything wrong, Boss,” Clint says, forcing his mischievous smile to be concealed.
“It’s been a brat, but he’s been doing what we’ve told him to do,” Natasha backs it up.
You looked at him angelic like, “I’ve been good today.”
Nick looked annoyed, “Sure you have.”
So, as the years continued, more people joining the team, no one has gotten close to than the original six of seven members of the team. You’ve made friends with Vision, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, Peter, Rhodey, but no one got as close to you as the six of them did. 
So, here you stood with a party hat on your head, smiling to your family. You were living in the new Avengers’ base, it wasn’t the tower anymore, but it’s better to have somewhere to live. There are banners hanging about, saying happy birthday. Confetti and balloons sprawled on the floor, the lights are dimmed down and strobe lights flashing.
There’s a pile of presents, one that contains official adoption papers. Tony is holding the cake, it’s lit up with candles, the team is standing around or behind Tony, facing the celebrant, the kid who was heart and soul of the team.
“Happy Birthday (Y/n)!” They exclaimed.
You’re now eighteen, it’s been four years with the team, nothing can ruin your family, nothing can go any better than his. You’re happy, so they’re happy too.
“Make a wish!”
And so you did.
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elwenyere · 3 years
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can you write some protective Steve when they run into a bad ex of Tony's at an event? that would be amazing, I love your fics so much, thank you :D
Thank you so much for this lovely ask, Anon! I got so many great prompts for this event (and I am such a slow writer) that I decided to roll them together into a little mash-up. So this fic is inspired by four amazing asks:
- stevetony roommates who are pining after each other :) - protective Steve when they run into a bad ex of Tony's at an event - dialogue prompt: "I really want to kiss you right now." :))) - dialogue prompt - "kiss me, you fool" + stevetony? ty! :))
I really hope that the generous prompters (and all you other lovely readers) enjoy the results!!! 
CW: This fic includes non-consensual drug use and an episode of attempted non-con (not in the Steve/Tony pairing). The furthest that attempt proceeds is an unwanted touch on the arm, but please be very careful with yourselves, and if that content is potentially triggering, the full fic on AO3 contains a note about which section you can skip to avoid direct representation.
Running Through My Head
Tags: Steve/Tony, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Attempted Rape/Non-Con (not in the main pairing), Protective Steve Rogers, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Alternate Universe - College/University
Words: 4.6k words
Rating: Mature
“I’m going to make a fool of myself,” Steve muttered, staring at his reflection in the mirror with an expression that could only be described as morose.
Well, morose and hot, Tony allowed. But the “hot” part kind of went without saying at this point: it was the unspoken subtext of every sentence his brain generated about Steve Rogers. “This is my (hot) roommate, Steve.” “Where’s Steve? Oh, he’s at football practice (being hot).” Or, if it was a day ending in “y,” “stop looking so judgy (and hot), Rogers. I already told you: I ate dinner yesterday.”
Frankly, it was a sign of how dire Tony’s situation had become that he’d noticed “morose” before “hot” — identifying the sad little wrinkle in the middle of Steve’s forehead even before he checked out how criminally good Steve’s ass was managing to look in a pair of second-hand jeans. Being attracted to your roommate was bad enough without starting to feel anxious about whether he was dreading going to this party with you. Or maybe worrying about him a tiny bit when he took a hard hit during that afternoon’s game and came up holding his wrist awkwardly. Or maybe one time — just one time — dealing with that worry by paying a small fortune on Ebay for a set of his favorite, discontinued colored pencils so that you could pretend you accidentally found them at GoodWill.
Or okay, fine: maybe Tony was completely fucked.
It had taken a while for him to admit the extent of the damage, because it was the opposite of the problem he’d expected to have when the two of them had gotten thrown into living together senior year. Before that August, Steve and Tony hadn’t really moved in the same circles. Steve had lived in a cheap, off-campus apartment for the first three years of college with two fellow athletes, Bucky and Sam, and Tony had stayed in the dorm rooms with his best friend Rhodey — largely in an effort to choose the living situation that would irritate his father the most. But then Bucky and Sam had gone from the occasional hook-up to what Steve (not at all adorably) called “going steady,” and Rhodey had been selected for a cadet exchange program in Germany. And so just at the moment when Steve had decided to move out and give his best friends more privacy, Tony found himself down a roommate.
Initially, when Natasha — one of the few friends Tony and Steve had had in common before this year — had suggested they could help each other out, Tony had reminded her that Steve would never go for it, because Steve Rogers thought Tony Stark was an irresponsible, conceited, grade-A floozy. Tony knew this, because the first time he’d run into Steve his freshman year, Tony had been at a house party letting some truly terrible people do body shots off his stomach, and Steve had been frowning at him with a look that seemed to say, “you’re making more bad decisions in this single minute than I will make in my entire life.”
But then the worst of Tony’s bad decisions — a blonde, abusive cheater of an ex-boyfriend named Tiberius Stone — had started dropping hints about Tony giving up his room on campus and moving downtown to live near the college’s wealthier set, and suddenly Steve had started looking like a safe option.
So much for that theory, Tony thought ruefully, his stomach doing an utterly unforgivable somersault when Steve’s eyes caught his in the mirror.
“You’ll be fine, Rogers,” he said out loud, his voice draped in the off-hand tone he’d been carefully knitting together for months. “Everybody’s going to be at least three drinks in by the time we get there, so their world is going to be shrouded in the forgiving haze of those horrible Pink Panty Droppers that Barton always insists on making. Besides, you’re coming in on the wings of glory. No one’s going to be able to see anything other than the star quarterback, recently returned victorious from the field of the state, national, regional championship — or the Nestlé Hot Pockets Bowl — or whatever it was you won today.”
It had been the big rivalry game against Liberty University, of course, and Tony had been in the stands the whole time. But he was glad he didn’t voice that embarrassing addition aloud, because Steve’s expression had somehow grown even more moody as he spoke.
“That’s what I’m worried about,” Steve replied finally, so softly that Tony wasn’t sure whether the words were meant for him or not.
“Hey, losers,” Natasha said, popping her head in the doorway. “Clint’s already texting me photos of ‘the Leaning Tower of Pizza,’ so if we want to get there before he’s puking in the bushes and singing ‘Single Ladies’ to regurgitated pepperoni, we better get this show on the road.”
She left to go rally the rest of their caravan (how she’d managed to coax Bruce Banner away from his textbooks and houseplants every Friday that fall Tony didn’t know and didn’t care to learn), and Tony heard Steve take a deep breath, as if he were readying himself for battle.
“You don’t have to come, you know,” Tony said, ignoring the part of his mind that was already shriveling at the possibility that Steve would take the out. “I know big parties aren’t really your thing. If you’d rather just catch up with Sam and Bucky —”
“I’m where I want to be,” Steve replied firmly, and when he turned to look at Tony there was a determination in his eyes that almost made Tony’s knees buckle on the spot.
Pull yourself together, Tony told himself firmly. You can make it through one party without ruining this.
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cblgblog · 3 years
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I know everyone is entitled to their preference, and people are probably basing some stuff on different adaptions of things or it's just another 2012!Avengers thing. But a part of me dies a little inside whenever I see peeps write Tiny being Steve's best friend.
Idk, it always has me thinking "Sure, like Sam or Natasha aren't right there. Let's once again ignore the people that were actual friends to Steve" and "Tiny and Steve butted heads more often than not and seemed perpetually tired of one another"
Just, bitter thoughts, ya know?
Oh you're totally right. Comics is a different thing, and I do wonder how much of the fanon is based on that, because they have so much more history in the books, and Tony isn't written as this bitter little kid taking out Howard's bad parenting on Steve. Comics, I could see it. 2012 Avengers, sure, I guess, although to me they only really progressed to respecting each other in Avengers 1, not oh gee, we're gonna have drinks together now. What I took from Avengers 1 was Steve realizing he was wrong about Tony, that the man will in fact crawl under the wire to make the sacrifice play when needed, and that Tony realized Steve is in fact "of use," and effective and experienced as a leader. See the, "Call it, Cap," scene, when Tony not only listens to Steve's direction during the NY Battle, he seeks it out.
So, I got the impression they respected each other, probably enjoyed each other's company in a casual situation, like the party in AoU, but I never once got the idea they were each other's best, I will follow you anywhere friends. Tony had that in Rhodey. Steve had that in Sam and Natasha and Bucky but canonically, I never saw it in Steve and Tony, so I think it's mostly fanon replacing canon, and also the comics, to a lesser extent.
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katatonicimpression · 2 years
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Sam Wilson
do I like them:
Yes. A lot. MCU and comics.
5 good qualities:
He's kind, compassionate.
He's really intelligent, both in an intellectual way and an emotional way
He's great with animals
He's charming, good with people
He's good at his job. Both jobs. Seriously, he's a badass.
(Bonus) he's pretty
3 bad qualities:
I think he overthinks things sometimes. Like, he's so concerned about how his decisions reflect on him that it's causing more pain than it's worth. That said, I think it's good that he cares.
It's okay to just say what you want, Sammy. It's okay to want things, to not want things. Just tell people how you feel.
Ugh... trying.. to... think... of... flaws... OK so one of Sam's biggest character conflicts is this thing where his commitment to non-violence comes up against his earnest desire for change. This happens in the comics and in tfatws. And this isn't really a flaw per se, it's good that he's all about harm reduction prefers peaceful solutions and I think to some extent there will always be some inherent conflict here. But I would love to see him do a bit more to actually fight the system in his own way. As it stands, a lot of these stories present it as a choice between unnecessary violence and doing literally nothing. I know that the comics code had a massive impact on the old stories but what's the excuse nowadays? Let Sam oppose the government more, as a treat.
favourite episode/etc:
MCU: I think "The World is Watching" is really revealing about Sam's character. We see how he feels about Karli and her mission, we see how would like to have dealt with this if it had been up to him and we get more of his actual beliefs and perspective. Like, the show's not perfect by any means, but it's got some great details in there.
Comics: I'm still relatively early on in my disorganised read through for Sam in the comics. But I will say I enjoyed him being chased by a sentinel and getting increasingly frustrated about it lol.
otp:
Bucky. Sam works well with a lot of characters (I'm partial to a bit of SamSharon myself) but Sambucky owns me. For the mcu at least. In the comics I prefer Sam with Misty or Steve.
brotp:
Sarah. Is it against the rules if he's her literal bro?
I want to see more of his relationship with Rhodey - their argument in Civil War is one of the most interesting parts of the film - and I'm looking forward to seeing more of Sam and Joaquin interacting in the next film.
Comicswise, Sam and Sharon's friendship is honestly great.
ot3:
Ooh that's difficult. I don't think I have an answer for this. That said, I do really like a love triangle with Bucky competing against someone for Sam's affections.
notp:
Anything with Zemo. Ffs people.
best quote:
I liked the speech he gets in episode 6:
"Even now, here... I feel it: the stares, the judgment. And there's nothing I can do to change it."
Also:
"You like cats?"
head canon:
He's bi. Sorry you cannot convince me otherwise.
Comics: I choose to ignore the retcon about his powers. He's a mutant in my mind or at the very least he was born with powers rather than the nazi stuff.
Related, in earlier comics his powers aren't strictly bird themed. He gets hunches about the near future and dreams about Steve being in danger. He's a telepath, basically. With empathic and some pre-cognitive abilities. I like this. I wish they'd bring it back, but for now I'll just headcanon that he has these powers too.
MCU: Gideon exists and lives in Harlem. I wrote a fic that has a bunch of their relationship in it, but basically I think they're not that close, but they do love each other a lot.
MCU: Leila Taylor also exists. Technically Karli ended up doing a lot of the same work Leila does in Sam's story (I.e. the political radical who he mostly agrees with but nonetheless she challenges his choices), but this isn't a screenwriting class, it's a headcanon. Leila was Sam's girlfriend in college. She had a massive influence on how he sees the world, especially politically. They didn't break up so much as fizzle out, but they still think fondly of each other.
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mimisempai · 3 years
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When you feel weak, let me be your strength
Summary:
Sam, slightly injured during a mission, is going through a moment of doubt. But Bucky is there to take care of him.
🌈 Happy Pride month ! 🌈
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/31944619
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Bucky felt Sam roll over next to him several times.
Until finally, Sam sat down on the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh.
"Sam? You can't sleep?"
"It's mostly that I can't find the right position." He sighed and reluctantly continued, "because of the pain."
This simple admission showed Bucky how much Sam trusted him. Sam never complained.
At the beginning of their relationship, getting Sam to open up about his pain was like pulling teeth. His lover was so used to relying only on himself, being strong for others, taking care of others, that he took it all on himself and forgot about his own self. But Bucky was there now.
"May I see?" asked Bucky softly.
He knew that during his last mission, Sam had been hit by a rock that had come off a cliff and hit him in mid-air, and even though his armor was reinforced with vibranium-a requirement of Bucky’s who had literally begged Shuri-it didn't stop him from feeling the shock.
"What? What do you want to see? That I'm not a super soldier like you? That I can't take a beating without getting hurt?" Sam questioned him bitterly.
But Bucky didn't let Sam's defiant tone deter him, he kept his composure, put everything he felt into his eyes and said softly, as if he was talking to a scared animal, "Show me Sam, please."
They stayed like that for a few moments. Bucky was unimpressed by the dark looks Sam was giving him and continued to stare at him in the same way until with a sigh of defeat, Sam gave in.
Although reluctant, he lifted his shirt and Bucky held his breath at the extent of the bruise. No wonder Sam was having trouble sleeping. It stretched from the top of his shoulder to his ribs and back again.
Bucky decided that if his lover wouldn't take care of himself, then he was going to do it for him.
He stood up, kissed Sam lightly on the forehead and said, still in the same gentle tone, "Stay like that, I'll be right back."
He went into the bathroom and Sam heard him rummaging through the drawers until he came back with a tube of cream that Sam recognized as a pain remedy. Bucky studied the bruise for a second, trying to figure out what to do so that Sam would suffer as little as possible and then said, "Lie down on your stomach, I'll apply some cream."
Sam huffed and said, "Bucky, there's no need, it will go away. You don't need to worry."
"Sorry, but I can't. I'm your husband, it's my duty to worry about you. It's the direct consequence of my love, deal with it."
Bucky put a finger on his lip and continued, as gently as ever, "Hush Doll now, let me take care of you. I know it's not easy, I know you don't like to feel weak, but I told you before, here with me there is no Captain America, no expectations of the outside world. Just Sam Wilson and his husband Bucky Barnes who takes care of him after a difficult mission. So try to let go, I'll take care of everything ok?"
"Okay." Sam did as Bucky asked. He was never able to resist him anyway, Bucky having shown him time and time again that he was more than capable of taking care of himself. Sam's bravado was just his last defense to keep himself from letting go and they both knew it.
Once Sam was on his stomach, Bucky straddled his thighs. He opened the tube of cream, took a dab and warmed it in his hands before starting to apply it to Sam's skin.
Sam flinched slightly.
Bucky stopped immediately and asked him, "Am I hurting you?"
"No, on the contrary." To emphasize his point, Sam put his hands along his body, his shoulders completely relaxed
Bucky, reassured, continued to apply the cream and then massage the rest of Sam's back, loosening all the cramped muscles. Keeping the touch light though so as not to increase the pain.
"Bucky... actually it wasn't just the pain that was keeping me awake." said Sam softly in a slightly broken voice  after a few moments.
"Hm? What else?"
Bucky knew this was coming, it wasn't the first time, so he just listened.
"I'm trained, I'm not afraid to get into the fight when I have to, but sometimes I... "
He paused, as if he didn't dare continue his sentence or had trouble putting into words what he was feeling.
Bucky continued his massage and simply asked, "But sometimes you what Sam?"
"Sometimes I'm afraid of being too confident, of getting carried away by the power of this shield. And when I got hit by that stone, the pain I felt on the impact, I realized that without the shield and the armor, I was just mortal.  And I was scared for the first time in a long time, I felt the same shock as when Riley had been hit in mid-air by the rocket. I wondered if I had not let myself be carried away by the feeling of omnipotence that the armor and the shield gave me. I wondered if I was able to keep going. "
Bucky lay down next to Sam, turning him so that he could wrap his arms around him while being careful not to put pressure on his bruise.
Then he began to whisper against his hair, "Just because you ask that kind of question, I can tell you that yes Sam you are still capable of doing it. Did you get carried away? So what? It happens to everyone. It took a rock to make you realize that but I know you Sam, you're an extremely lucid person, - well not always about your own needs-, so you would have seen it sooner or later. But to get so carried away that you forget your responsibilities? No Sam, I'm sure of that.The proof is in your reluctance to take the shield 10 years ago, you didn't jump on it, you didn't believe that the shield was everything.  You chose to take on the Captain America costume fully aware of the weight of that responsibility and you still wear it today in the same way. You are human Sam, you are allowed to stumble.  You're allowed to have doubts."
"But I'm supposed to..." Bucky cut him off gently.
"Hey Sam, having a moment of doubt or weakness is not being weak. It's what you do with it that determines that. And I already know you're going to turn this into a stepping stone to move forward. You're not supposed to be anything. And never forget that you're not the only one with these responsibilities, even if you're the one in the spotlight. There's Sarah and the kids, Joaquin, Rhodey, Peter -don't roll your eyes, I know you love him- me-"
"Meow?"
"Haha and yes there is also the most supportive of all, Alpine."
Sam smiled, as Alpine jumped on the bed and lay against his belly, feeling he needed comfort.
After kissing Sam on the neck, Bucky whispered softly," So now you'll get some sleep, we'll enjoy this weekend of rest and I promise you that with hindsight, you'll see things differently."
"What if I don't?" asked Sam, the doubt still lingering in him a little.
Bucky placed his hands on Sam's head and began to make hypnotic circles with his fingertips.
"Then you'll consider other options, we'll consider other options together and if that means hanging up the Cap's outfit for a while, then that's what you'll do and I'll support you whatever your decision is. Anything is possible, Sam. Anything is possible for you. But we're not there yet, so try to get some sleep sweetheart."
"Hm Bucky, I don't know what I would do without you."
"That darling, we don't need to know, I have no intention of leaving.
As Bucky massaged his head, Sam gradually felt the fears, the questions disappear, letting a restful sleep take over.
It was only when he felt Sam's breathing take on a regular, deep rhythm that Bucky surrendered and fell asleep as well.
Tomorrow everything would be better.
Tomorrow there would be no mission, no fight, just the two of them, preparing for another tomorrow.
After tomorrow, this time, it might be Bucky who would need Sam.
After tomorrow and forever, only one truth would remain unchanged: Each of them was the other's safe place.
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Not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it 🥰
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luninosity · 3 years
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Okay, some The Falcon and the Winter Soldier episode 1 thoughts! This one will be spoilery, so I’ll tag it and put it under a cut and all of that!
Thoughts not in any real order, just as I think of them, the morning after (we stayed up to watch at midnight, and then went to bed!):
-okay, action-y opening, I’m neutral about that
-on va voir! :D :D
-I like seeing Sam struggling with the idea of the shield and his heroic identity and what being Captain America means...would’ve liked to see him try it, once, before giving it up; I feel like he would try, because it’s what Steve asked of him (and there’s a difference between doing it for that reason and doing it because he chooses to, which would’ve been an interesting tension!)
-mmm, gorgeous museum exhibit shots, and such a good backdrop, thematically, for Sam and Rhodey discussing what it means to be Captain America (also: yay Rhodey!)
-spectacular Bucky nightmare scene, recapturing the menace of the Winter Soldier; oh, so many Bucky feels, and, oh, that moment of him waking up, sleeping on his floor...ow, my heart
-on a shallower note, I miss Seb’s longer hair; it was so distinctive as a look, versus all the short-haired clean-cut Marvel Men (but I also get why they’d have short-haired Bucky in this series: distinguishing then and now, visually and symbolically)
-Bucky’s therapist is genuinely terrible (like, wow) and I’m glad he got to call her out on it (also a good nod to the Winter Soldier having some knowledge of psychology/strategy)
-good to see a character (who very much needs it) getting therapy, on screen, though!
-also nice that we’ve established that Bucky’s been officially pardoned; good to know, and he deserves that recognition that he’s not at fault
-what’s with the weird super-close-up shots? Not that Sebastian isn’t pretty, but the camera’s basically sitting on his cheek. I’m not exactly complaining but it’s distracting me from the storytelling, mostly because I’m wondering who thought this was a good stylistic choice. Those’re some lovely Seb eyelashes, but, like...pull back. Pull that camera back. Back up. Space, please.
-ooh, competence porn! Yes please. (This goes for both Sam and Bucky.)
-Torres might be my new favorite. He’s adorable. Which means I fully expect something terrible to happen to him any second now.
-both Seb and Anthony are such good actors - they’re both so good at micro-expressions, emotion in the shift of eyes or a change in stance
-I love Sam’s sister Sarah!
-more specifically, I love that it’s obviously an affectionate relationship, but not necessarily an easy one, and she has more of an understanding of how the real non-superhero world works than he does, and she’ll tell him so - I’m liking the nuance and emotion here; it feels very real, and it’s not like Melodramatic Resentment for him being busy hero-ing, which they could’ve opted for; no, it’s a genuine sort of weariness and love
-why no video games, for the kids? are they being punished? weird anti-video-game prejudice? (as someone who grew up in a household that didn’t approve of video games, I was at a *distinct disadvantage* when everyone else had this cultural touchstone and I didn’t! and because their mom doesn’t give a reason or a time limit, this blanket ‘no’ line comes off as weirdly restrictive to me - I’d’ve gone with “...until you finish a chore or read a book or do x thing first” - and of course the kids don’t listen, because why would they? idk, probably overthinking this one, but I was also always that kid who needed reasons for things - I never responded well to “because I say so” or “that’s just how it is,” but if you told me why, then I’d totally listen! anyway, this one’s just a weird personal ?? in my head!)
-love love love the bank scene - the sheer awfulness of the juxtaposition of the hero and fanboy emotions, and the harsh reality of loans and denial and Sam’s realization that he can’t help, and also his sister’s body language all through this scene
-I have questions about how the world’s working here: like, I totally believe the banks, government, etc, would be dicks about *not* helping people! yes, agreed! but on the other hand, surely, surely, there must be some provision in place for people who got snapped. Especially now that some time has passed. Like...it’s too big a thing for there to not be some sort of policy or help. The “you’ve had no income for the last five years” line reads oddly to me as justification, because...well...he was snapped! so...of course not! but then again, of course banks would have a lack of compassion. I don’t know, maybe it’s just clunky dialogue, but I kind of want more explanation of this
-also nice that they’re addressing the concept that simply being a superhero doesn’t pay, and not everyone has Tony Stark money! (side question: does Bucky have money? I know we have fandom “canon” about this, but will the show and official canon address it?)
-please don’t let anything happen to Torres, I love him
-Bucky’s trying so hard, and it’s so heartbreaking! And, oh, Bucky...stepping in to defuse problems, wanting peace, trying to care for people...the core of his character, from protecting skinny!Steve to being a good sergeant to saving Steve in The Winter Soldier...okay, show, you’re winning me over. Partly that’s Sebastian’s acting; again, just phenomenal, nuanced and subtle and complex.
-Bucky versus Lucky Cat! I’m laughing but also ouch, the swinging arm reminder.
-I appreciate a Bucky Barnes who is genuinely a soft awkward old-man dork
-I also appreciate Bucky being sweet and old-fashioned and charming - the flowers! - he’s trying so hard. Oh, my heart. (On the other hand...is dating...really a good idea? Then again, he’s a polite awkward dork and couldn’t say no to being set up...)
-how can Sebastian put so much emotion into the simple act of closing and opening his eyes?!
-I do very much want to know where Steve is and if he’s alive
-also, both Sam and Bucky speaking multiple languages! again with the competence porn and also linguistic porn, mmm, yes
-not much known about the Bad Guys yet, but that’s okay; I’m good with spending 50 minutes on character development, yes, fine by me, show me more Bucky caring for people and Sam being Uncle Sam (heh), I live for this
-it’s an interesting choice of Bad Guys, because to some extent you can see why it sounds appealing: no flags, no borders, no countries, etc - I hope we also get some more exploration of this
-I’m glad Torres is okay but I fully expect him to be a sacrifice at some point
-US Agent time! Oh, Sam’s expression(s) - just perfect. Oh, Anthony Mackie’s just great here - every reaction, jaw-clench, his posture - so compelling.
-now go get your shield, Sam!
-how are we going to wrap this all up in 5 more episodes?! Sam and Bucky haven’t even shared screen time yet! and what about Zemo? and Sharon?
-ooh, pretty credits!
-okay, I’m actually really pleasantly surprised! I went in with low expectations because I really disliked all the trailers and all the bits of dialogue they were giving us, and now I’m...cautiously optimistic!
-I’m still worried that once we get Bucky and Sam together we’re going to devolve into that specific “someone thinks that two people insulting each other is the same as humor” type of writing (and I cannot begin to tell you how much I hate the “that girl kicked your ass!” line from the trailers)
-but this first episode is such a good character-driven exploration - unhurried, deep, thoughtful, grounded - that it’s giving me hope. I actively want to see the next episode, with some excitement, so that’s promising!
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awesomerextyphoon · 3 years
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A Warrior’s Heart | Phase 1: Welcome – 3
A Hero’s Welcome?
Summary: When someone with a connection to Steve’s past dies, he’s reminded of the promise he made to Dr. Erskine and whether or not he’s failed. Can Ife help him see that he hasn’t?
Characters: Steve Rogers, Ifekerenma ‘Ife’, Abraham Erskine (mentioned), Marlene Erskine (mentioned), Nick Fury, Eliza Maza, Azeneth Ramirez
Main Pairing: Stucky x Black!OFC (Ifekerenma ‘Ife’)
Rating: 18+/Explicit
Word Count: 5,801
Warnings: Depression, Talk of Death, Slightly Cynical Steve, Politics, Smutty Thoughts
A/N: I’m sorry that this so long. I really wanted to try something different with Erskine and the time around CA:TFA. Also, I wanted to explore how Steve would be feeling right after AoU (little bit of a downer, but it will get better). Furthermore, this story will diverge a bit from MCU in terms of Steve’s and Bucky’s abilities. Feedback is welcomed and greatly appreciated. Dividers were by the lovely @firefly-graphics​. Thanks to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​ for the beta!
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Early June 2015
“What do you have to report, Ifekerenma?”
Ife pursed her lips together,”Wanda is doing well with her training. Djamila and Nazaret had some sung her praises during their first session.”
It took a few days to convince the team and Fury to let her friends train Wanda. Luckily Nat had her back and Wanda was able to show the compound how much she improved from what Ife was able to teach her. Unfortunately, Azeneth was unable to make it due to being tied up with a BNA mission and relocating to the NYC division.
“That’s good to hear. Have you made made any progress with the others?”
Ife’s eyes casted down in thought. Vision was a no-go for now. Pietro was warming up to her, but he thought she was still suspicious (wasn’t wrong). She didn’t want to try Rhodey yet (too close to Tony). Nat was..difficult; she’ll try again later.
“I’m going to try Steve next. He seems like a safe bet, even with the serum. Hopefully, he won’t catch before it’s time. I will need Erskine’s folder though.”
Eliza’s lips turned upward in a small smile, “Agreed. I’ll have it sent to you within the hour. Best of luck, Ife.”
And with that, Ife got dressed and headed towards the common room.
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  Steve leaned back and clasped his hands together behind his head in thought and vexation.
The 21st century must be fucking with him.
Right after Operation ‘Captain Briar Rose’, Steve went to Brooklyn. He could barely find any trace of his old neighborhood. The apartment complex where he and his mother lived was now a ritzy condominium with a Starbucks on the ground level.
All of the places he’d go with Bucky were now soulless veneers filled with empty promises of ‘happiness’ or ‘self-esteem’.
He remembered the time Bucky bailed him out of yet another beating by Arnie and his gang back in 1928. His mother berated him for getting in yet another fight while Bucky’s mom laughed and treated them to ice cream from the local sweets parlor. Bucky’s sisters – Rebecca, Rose, and Annabelle – were making a fuss and bursted out in giggles when Annabelle got ice cream in Bucky’s hair. It was one of the best days that year.
A T-Mobile now stands in its place.
All of his friends and comrades save Bucky and Peggy are dead; he nearly bawled in the middle of briefing when found out that Timothy ‘Dum Dum’ Dugan died and had a cry alone in his quarters afterwards.
Felt shitty about the current state of the country. It seemed as though everything has gotten worse. He found out about the Gulf, Afghanistan, and Iraq Wars. How income and wealth inequality has somehow gotten as bad as, if not worse, than the Gilded Age. Corruption has turned DC and NYC into dog and pony show.
He was furious at all of the politicians and corporations that wanted him to endorse them or their actions. They wanted Captain America’s helmet and shield to mask their heinous acts. They were the same if not worse than Senator Brandt.
Some days Steve wished SHIELD let him stay in the ice. Even worse, there were days he felt that Captain America was for an America that never was.
Nowadays, he felt even more like an anomaly.
It started when he got out of the ice. He felt a lot stronger and faster; only Thor knew the extent of it and he has to hold back a lot when fighting for fear of government asking for more of his blood. Though he suspected Ife and Natasha might be onto him.
He was a lot hungrier than before he went on ice as well. Often time, he would have late night ‘dinners’ (now it's every night), To be honest, he was a bit embarrassed at how much he ate, though the thought of pinning the blame on Ife did cross his mind. It wouldn’t work due to Ife almost never eating with the team and Sam said that he would know if Ife was the culprit. Steve suspected that Ife has been using her connections to restock the food between when he retired to his quarters and before the rest of the team came for breakfast. Also, she kept leaving him fun pop culture facts and media recommendations for the night.
Steve didn’t feel he could go to Dr. Cho since he doubted she had anything to go on in his case.
He did wonder if Ife could help him. She seemed to like helping the team and she was knowledgable about Non-Humans. Wanda’s rapid improvement in her powers and control bolstered his decision.
Sighing, Steve sat up straight in his chair and picked up the letter he received that morning. Marlene Philomena Erskine had passed away and he was invited to her funeral.
It was sad to have yet another link to his past slip from his grasp.
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  Steve was finishing up another book to fight off his jitters. It was the night before the operation and he needed to have a few moments of respite from the war.
He was so engrossed in what he was reading that he failed to notice Dr. Erskine entering.
Erskine, for his part, was eyeing several books in Rogers’ makeshift bookshelf: They Odyssey, Of Mice and Men, Murder on the Orient Express, Tender is the Night, Their Eyes Were Watching God, Homage to Catalonia, and To Have and have Not.
“What do you think of the book?” Erskine asked as he sat across the startled recruit.
“Just finished. Y’think it wise to get buzzed before a major operation, sir?” Steve noted when he saw the bottle and two shot glasses on the bed.
Erskine chucked, “Calms my nerves a bit. What did you think of the book?”
Steve pressed his lips together for a moment, “It was a good read. The book had a lot of good points for something written eleven years ago.”
“What truths?”
“Well, for one thing, how technology is used to make the populace happy, but not better. The World Government found a way to get people to willingly trade self-expression, self-awareness, and their happiness for cheap happiness and comfort. Makes you wonder if the US was next, you know?”
Erskine was taken aback by his answer. It was much deeper than most of commanding officers gave if they even read the book.
Though that last sentence was interesting.
“What do you mean next?”
“Isn’t that what happened in Germany?”
Erskine sighed, “Yes and no. Most people here think Hitler came out of nowhere, but he didn’t. Not everyone in Germany was for WWI. There was a 100,000 person march in Berlin, but it didn’t matter since the Social Democratic Party failed to rise to the occasion and went along with war effort. Many were scapegoated for Germany failure, Matthias Erzberger for instance.”
“What about the Weimar Republic?”
Once again, Erskine was taken aback by Steve’s knowledge, “Weimar Germany was a great place to be creative, curious, and make new discoveries. I met my wife, Greta, in Berlin during that time. I made a lot of friends, friends I had to leave behind.”
Erskine frowned as his face darkened,”The terrible thing, my friend, was not that Hitler was dangerous, it was that either people didn’t take him as the threat he was or they wanted to use him for their own ends. The cops and judges sympathized with the Nazi Party to get one over the Socialists and Communists. Industrialists wanted to make money off of the Nazis getting into power. Even the German and International newspapers didn’t cover him with the urgency required.”
“That’s terrible.”
“Ja, and it almost happened here, didn’t it?”
Steve nodded in reference to the America First movement and the German American Bund. He still remembers getting the crap beaten out of him by the Silver Shirts when he spoke out against them a few years ago.
“So why did you choose me?”
“I suppose that is the best question.” Erskine admitted while glancing at Steve’s bookshelf, “What do you think of the Odyssey?”
Steve shrugged, “The adventures were fun, but they were just fantasy.”
“They may not be, Mein Freund. How old do you think I am?”
“Uh, mid sixties?”
Erskine laughed, “You’re too kind. I will be 94 this September,” he smiled noting Steve’s shock, “Things are not always as they seem. I come from a long line of ‘healers’ dating back to before Rome. One of them was able to ‘make a man more’. They inspired me to go into this profession.”
“Making super soldiers?”
“Medicine and bio-chemical engineering.”
“Oh”
“Did you know that you will not be first to undergo this?”
“Who was?”
“His name was Konrad Jager. He was a lot like you: small, frail, but had a great deal of courage and compassion. He was willing to fight Nazis in the streets knowing he’d lose. One day in 1930, his parents begged me to save him as the doctors had given up all hope.
I was woking on a serum that would make the body impervious to all diseases rather than wait for the next outbreak to occur. I thought it would propel the medical field.
The trial worked and he was healed. He became much taller and broader in size as a result.”
Erskine pulled out a picture of himself next to a tall, well-built young man.
“That’s Konrad isn’t it?”
“Yes. I was able to help eight more people through the earlier version of the serum. All but one turned out well.”
“What happened to the one?”
“Ah yes, Eren Kant. He was a shy young man before the serum, but then became more like Hodge: a philander, arrogant, and bit of a bully with a temper. He ‘grew too big for his britches’ as one would say and was arrested by the Munich police. He let his arrogance blind him and he escaped in a way that intrigued Der Fuhrer and was taken to Berlin soon after. By this time, rumors had spread of my work and the Nazis were anxious to be the ‘best of the Aryans’. They were able to get my whereabouts from Eren and sent Schmitt to fetch me, but I was already on my way to Switzerland when he reached my home.”
“How did he get you?”
Erskine slightly jerked his head to the side and back, “A year prior to my attempted escape, I met a man in Geneva who warned of the dangers that lied in Berlin. He gave me his card if I needed to escape. In retrospect, I shouldn’t have waited so long before I made the phone call. I was tipped off by an old colleague of Eren entering Nazi custody.
Everything was set. My family and I were to enter Switzerland by crossing Lake Constance. We made it to Meerburg and the lake was in sight when Schmitt and his agents cut us off.
Schmitt believed that there was a power left behind by the gods. He believed himself to be a leader of a new race of men. He wanted me to ‘perfect the serum’, make him stronger than Eren. He had my children, Klaus and Marlene, taken to the outskirts of town as insurance implying that they would be sent to Dachau if I should fail.
I stalled for as long as I could hoping Schmitt would forget about me, but it was not meant to be. A few years after I was taken hostage, Schmitt stormed into my lab and pointed a gun to Greta demanding I give him the serum.”
“Did it make him stronger than Eren?”
“It did, but it had...side effects. The serum was not ready. Schmitt’s skin turned red and his face became so disfigured that Hitler called him the Red Skull. He killed Greta with his bare hands,” Erskine wiped away a few tears, “and ordered Marlene and Klaus to be sent to Dachau while I was banished to the dungeons.
Fortunately, Agent Carter and the SOE were able to save Marlene and myself. Though Klaus sacrificed himself when the agents could only save one of them.”
“Your son is a hero.”
“I only wish I could’ve told him that myself. But, back to your original question. I chose you because, like Konrad, you are a weak man. You see, the serum amplifies everything; good becomes great and awe-inspiring, bad becomes worse and a nightmare. Men who are strong their entire lives often do not value strength and abuses it. However, a weak man who is compassionate and brave will use it to help others. You were chosen because you had the aforementioned virtues and because you use your mind.
The world does not need perfect soldiers, look where that has gotten us. No, what we need right now are good men.”
Erskine poured out two shots and gave a glass to Steve.
Steve raised his glass, “To the little guys.”
The liquor was just about to touch his lips when Erskine snatched the glass from him, “What are you doing? You have an operation tomorrow. No fluids.”
Steve chuckled as Erskine bid him farewell and good luck tomorrow.
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  Ife found Steve in the Common Room hunched over a chair with a letter in his hands. Emotional echoes of gloom came off in waves as she approached him.
“Whatcha looking at, Steve?”
When Steve didn’t respond, she gently placed a hand on his shoulder, “What’s wrong?”
Steve finally turned to Ife, “I received an invite to a funeral. It’s for Marlene Philomena Erskine, Dr. Abraham Erskine’s daughter.”
Ife nodded in understanding; he feels that he failed Marlene by not protecting Dr. Abraham Erskine.
But in fact, he didn’t fail her.
She lived quite the life for a human.
Not long after her father’s assassination, Marlene became a badass mechanical engineer and physicist. Her designs and schematics for transportation vehicles and energy storage/distribution gave the colonizer nations a fighting chance during the Wars Against Colonialism.
Though part of it was because the UA was a little cocky at that point. Marlene sure lit a fire under their ass! Ife can still hear her Aunt Eziamaka pouting at the news of one of UA bases nearly falling into their control.
Marlene’s assistance with the war effort didn’t last long as her gratitude towards the people who saved both her and her father wasn’t enough to overlook the Military’s treatment of some her colleagues.
Her life from there was pretty standard. She became a professor at MIT, got married and had a few kids.
BNA took her off the ‘humans of special interest’ list in 1971.
Thinking back on it, Marlene may have had a better life by her father not making it past WWII.
Though Ife thought it would be wise not to mention this to Steve.
“When is the funeral?”
Steve didn’t raise his head, “It’s in a week.”
“In that case, might I accompany you?”
“Yes...and thank you.”
“No Problem! See you later.” Ife wrapped her arms around him in a quick hug and went on her way leaving Steve slightly bewildered.
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  Steve didn’t know what to make of Ifekerenma.
She was always asked the team how they were feeling at what seemed to be the right moment. Shoot, she even talked to custodial staff that few of ever acknowledge. Compassionate to nearly everyone, especially the child hostages during the last mission.
She’s nerdy to the point of Sam jokingly calling her a weeb (anime lover?) when she walked around in an oversized Cowboy Bebop t-shirt once. Wanda mentioned a ‘digital friend’ in her room and caught her mentioning how slow Stark’s tech was much to the amusement of team at Tony’s expense.
Steve’s certain Nat sent Clint a video of the whole thing.
Also, she was what Sam called a ‘Supreme Chef’. He contently patted his midsection remembering the feast she prepared for the team last night. Her cooking would’ve put some of Stark’s gourmet chefs to shame. She asked the team what they liked and she ended up having to create a dinner rotation. Steve was especially touched when she went to an antique bookstore for a recipe that was close to what his mother would’ve made for him.
Furthermore, she would leave out little homemade treats/ snacks at night. Pietro and Sam would sneak some when they thought no one was looking. She even giggled when he accidentally let out a huge belch after an amazing dinner a couple nights ago saying it’s a sign of thanks on her home planet, Avlenia.
Ife always called him Steve; not ‘Captain’ or ‘Cap’ or even ‘Good ol’Century Virgin’ (damn it, Tony!). She never made light of him ‘taking an ice nap’ or asking him about the 1940s in a demeaning way like some reporters and ‘little upstarts on social media’. Somehow, Ife found out about his love of drawing and got him art supplies with a list of recommended artists
She made him feel more like a person and not a symbol or a far off figure who’s emotionless.
Steve felt warm whenever he was around her in a way not unlike Bucky or Peggy though much more like Bucky. She seemed to sense that he was desperate to truly be seen in way that only Sam and sometimes Nat has.
It also didn’t hurt that she was a total knockout. He had the, ahem, pleasure of seeing her out of her uniform and training outfits a few times. She usually wore clothes that were more on the modest side...except for that one time when she wore a Sailor Moon crop top and high-waisted shorts as a dare from Nat. Half of the compound was staring and Steve spent most of the day in his quarters nursing a hard on he was so aroused.
And yet, Ife was one of the toughest women he knew; even Nat was a little scared of her (at least, he thinks). She might be the strongest person physically and she doesn’t take shit from people who badmouth her or the team; Agent Roussel learned that the hard way.
All in all, Ife was...something else, someone he wanted to get close to.
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  The day of Marlene’s funeral started out well enough.
Ife spent the early morning making Sam’s request of cinnamon rolls, sausage, omelettes, waffles, and hash browns since he won the raffle of Vision’s turn as he doesn’t eat.
She was handing out everyone’s first servings (didn’t care what happened afterwards) when she felt Steve’s emotional echoes of depression, melancholy, and despair noting how his eyebrows furrowed and how tense his body language was.
She just hoped she could get to him.
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  Steve was walking to garage hoping his outfit wasn’t too much.
Nat somehow convinced him into wearing a Highbridge Black Custom Suit with an Eastley Dobbey Blue Shirt, a Black Solid Tie, a Navy Blue Pocket Square, and Ink Black Dress Shoes.
He ‘upped the swoon dial’ as Nat put it. Could’ve sworn he heard Sam snickering.
Steve reached the entrance hoping not to keep Ife waiting when he heard clicking of heels behind him.
He turned around to find Ife looking almost unearthly.
She was wearing a black Ankara (?) dress with a cape that was black on the outside and golden on the inside with various blue, silver, and khaki rectangle clusters. Her hair was mostly contained in a wrap with a few strands framing her lovely face. Her full, plump lips were coated in a Light Plum (?) Matte Lipstick and she wore minimal gold eye shadow.
Her outfit did a splendid job of hinting at her voluptuous curves without needlessly flaunting them like the women who throw themselves at him at press tours.
Ife smiled at him and asked which car were they taking.
Steve motioned to one of the Black SUVs and the two of them strapped in for the three hour car ride.
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  Ife sighed and gazed out the window at the scenery. Neither one of them had said anything in the past twenty minutes. Steve wasn’t a fan of most of the music that’s on the radio despite Sam’s best efforts. Ife had to break out her puppy dog eyes to get him to let them listen to some instrumental music from her favorite movies.
It seemed that they weren’t going to say anything until Steve cleared his throat.
Ife, not wanting to suffer in silence, decided break it, “How did you know Marlene?”
Steve raided his eyebrows for a split second, “I didn’t. I just feel like I should pay my respects, you know? I mean, I should attend the daughter of the man I failed’s funeral.”
The last sentence struck a chord with Ife. Emotional echoes of despair hit her like a tsunami.
Tentatively, Ife continued, “How did you fail Erskine?”
“I-I don’t think I’ve fulfilled my promise to him. The country has changed so much since I was on ice. It’s funny; I thought that Brave New World would only have a one of two aspects come to life, but I didn’t see nearly the whole book being right.”
Ife didn’t argue with the last two points. The US was nothing but a never-ending commercial sometimes. People were too busy being ‘happy’ or trying to get the newest thrill to realize that they were living in a sham of a republic.
Though she was concerned about the first sentence.
“What was the promise you made to Erskine? If you don’t mind me asking.”
Steve turned slightly, “To be true to who I am; a good man, not a perfect soldier. To be more like Konrad.”
Ife nodded musing on his answer. Erskine would want everyone he helped to be a good person considering the dangers of such power.
Though she wondered if she knew Dr Abraham’s full history.
Abraham Erskine came from a long line of Homo Magis who specialized in Alchemy . He turned to science when it was clear that his magical powers would never manifest (being only 1/16 Homo Magi). Erskine started working on what would become the Super Soldier Serum in 1920 after the witnessing the horrors of WWI firsthand as a medic.
He made a breakthrough in 1927 when he found what looked to be an old power cell in the attic of his childhood home. Turns out it was a modified Atlantean battery dating back to the 1600s, but whatever.
Konrad Jager was the first of nine volunteers; most of whom went on to fight in the Spanish Civil War with the International Brigades and be part of the German Resistance’s Special Forces during WWII.
Needless to say, they were recruited into BNA’s European Division.
Only Eren Kant was deemed a failure in the end.
Ife shook her head at the info in Erskine’s folder.
Eren was pompous dumbass who broke himself out jail by bending/breaking the bars of his cell after getting arrested for being a player and bully by the Munich Police in August of 1935. His show of superhuman strength got Erskine’s work onto the Hitler’s radar. BNA had to send a cleaner to ‘handle’ Eren before he could get everyone in even more trouble.
She wondered if Konrad and the others would make an appearance.
“What do mean by not staying true to yourself?”
Steve sighed, “It seemed a lot easier to do so in my time.”
Ife wanted to go further, but she couldn’t. Steve was punishing himself up for something he couldn't control and it was tragic.
She hoped that she could actually help him, not for the mission, but for himself.
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  They arrived at the venue twenty minutes early. Steve was trying (failing) to fix his tie while Ife was looking as glamorous and poised as can be.
Sensing Steve’s unease, she gave his hand a comforting squeeze, “You’ll do fine,” she whispered as she fixed his tie while not trying inhale his delicious natural scent like a creep (again).
“Let’s go inside.”
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  Everyone seemed to stop what they were doing when they entered the venue. Though Ife had to hand it to the guests; no one asked Steve for an autograph or a selfie. She noted several BNA officials and a couple of Earth-based Non-Human big wigs in attendance.
Guess Marlene was popular.
“Ife!” Azeneth shouted as she strode over to from a corner and enveloped her in a hug.
“Azeneth, how are you? I didn’t think you would be back from Mexico City so soon.”
“Well, the mission was short and they wanted me in New York to accompany Eliza here. Now, who is this fine gentleman, Ife?” Azeneth queried while Steve started shifting uncomfortably.
“This is Steve Rogers, one of my new teammates and Ca-”
“Captain America. I know, Ife. I was jesting.”
Ife sighed dramatically while rolling her eyes, “Steve, this is Azeneth. She’s one of my best Earth-based friends.”
“Kickass friend.” Azeneth corrected, “How are you liking Ife? She’s not too much trouble.”
“Stop it, ‘Aze!” Ife playfully hit Azeneth’s shoulder, “Feel free to ignore her, Steve.”
“Hmm, no. I don’t think I will, especially after the stunt you pulled on the first day at the compound.”
Azeneth burst out laughing at Ife’s shocked expression and Steve’s sly grin. She probably would’ve kept goin if not for Eliza cutting into their conversation.
“Excuse us, Mr. Rogers. I’ll have to speak with Ife for a moment. My name’s Eliza Maza, by the way.”
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  Once they were out of Steve’s line of sight (Azeneth was keeping him busy), Eliza activated a noise canceller.
“So did anyone die in the attack on the Magic Council?” Ife asked as she made sure Steve wasn’t looking at them.
“No one was harmed, but several books are missing from the library.”
“Shit! Okay. Well, would Dr. Strange be available to assist Wanda with her training? Wong and Nazaret are at the Sanctum and he said that he knew of some spells that could help.”
“I’ll look into it. I should have an answer in a week”
“Okay.”
“Ife, please give me a call when you get back to the compound.”
Ife eyed Konrad Jager, Gregor Eisenberg, Sonje Decker, and Lukas Denhart making their way to Steve. She hoped they weren’t going to drop an info bomb on him today.
“I will.”
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  The service was short and sweet as Marlene didn’t want everyone to be bored to tears on her behalf. The crowd got a laugh out that joke.
Afterwards, Marlene granddaughter, Zahara, requested if Steve could stay for a bit. She gave him a beautifully wrapped package.
“My grandmother wanted you to have this. She saw you fighting in the Battle of New York and knew you would know what to do with it.”
“It would be an honor, Miss.”
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  Ife thought about her earlier conversation with Steve on the say back. She realized what’s happened to Steve was heartbreaking.
Here was a man who gave up everything for a country that only wants him as a cudgel for their heinous deeds. Someone who, if he hadn’t fallen into the ice, would’ve probably been ruined by the same country he swore to protect. They would’ve labeled him as a communist and destroyed his good name for not immediately getting on board with the next war.
To be honest, Ife didn’t think much of Steve before joining the team. She thought he was just the banner boy for colonizers to feel good; he was the reminder of that brief moment when the US was totally the bad guys (totally being the operative word).
But now?
She saw the toll the helmet and shield had on him. Ife doubted he knew that he was going to be alive for awhile judging how neither Konrad or the others aged a day since they received Serum 1.0 and Steve supposedly got one that was at least 3x as powerful.
She wanted to comfort him somehow, but she was lost on what to do.
When she got back to the compound, she gave Steve a hug and went straight to her quarters to call Eliza.
“Eliza. I can’t do this by myself, and if we’re going to pull this off, I’m going to need some serious backup because the Avengers need some serious help.”
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  Fury was going through some mission reports when he heard a knock on his door.
“Come in.”
Oddly enough, Ife was the one to enter the room and not Maria Hill.
“Good Evening, Fury. I have someone who would like speak with you.”
“Well, give me a name and contact info and I’ll see what I can do.”
“Actually,” Ife reached in her pocket for a disc, “I can do you one better.”
Ife tossed the disc into the air and a moon-door portal formed from it. Out came Eliza, Azeneth, and Angela in her gargoyle form.
Eliza gave Ife a quick nod and turned to Fury, “Good Evening, Nicolas Fury. My name is Eliza Maza and we’re from the Bureau of Non-Human Affairs or BNA. I would advice that you lower your weapon. It won’t do you a lick of good,” Fury lowered his gun,” Good. Put Maria Rambeau on speaker, we need to talk.”
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  -Somewhere in France-
 Maeve was enjoying her brunch while watching the footage of Eliza officially making contact with new SHIELD and SWORD.
“Well, it looks like it’s time to ‘get the band back together’ as the kids would say.” She chirped to the woman across the table.
“That expression pretty much died in the 90s. No ‘kid’ uses that phrase anymore.” Koronis deadpanned.
Maeve scoffed, “Anyone born after 1800 is a ‘child’ to me. This is what I get for trying not to sound like ‘an old hag’ as you put it.”
“Well, is everything on track?”
Koronis, or Carol, closed her eyes for few seconds, “I see nothing standing in our organization’s way. However, we should have the meeting sooner rather than later.”
“Duly noted. Anything else?”
“The new variable, Ifekerenma, will be more useful to our plans than I originally anticipated.”
“Oh, I do love surprises! I mean, I know how it will end, but I still like to be at least a little surprised. I knew it was a good idea to let Klaue be discovered by Ultron in Istanbul!”
Another woman walked up to the pair,”You wanted to see me, Mistress?”
“Yes. Svetlana, call the others. It’s time to put our plan into high gear. Hell’s Moon is upon us.”
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  Steve was having a shitty birthday.
The press was pestering him about the presidential election. Several outlets have called him a sellout and a coward for not endorsing anyone.
He was figuring out the best way to take a shower and hit the hay in less than 30 minutes when he found a beautifully written note taped to his door.
It said to come to Ife room wearing his best dancing clothes.
Ten minutes later, Steve knocked on her door and it instantly opened to reveal a modest dancing hall not unlike the ones he went to with Bucky before the war.
He was so lost in thoughts admiring the place that he failed to notice Ife hovering a few feet from him.
“Happy Birthday, Steve! How do you like it?”
Steve turned to see Ife in a knee-length golden yellow African Wax Print Ankara dress with cold shoulders, ruffled sleeves, and a v-neckline. He didn’t miss the modest view of her cleavage or how her legs looked oh, so smooth in the dress.
Ife, for her part, was super nervous about this. Nat said that people went to dance halls all the time in the late 1930s and 1940s and it took her five days to get the architecture, the music, and the lighting just right.
She hoped that Steve wouldn’t be angry with her.
Steve looked incredibly handsome in his simple dress shirt and slacks. His powerful shoulders, thick biceps, trim waist, and beefy thighs were accentuated by the lighting which made him look like he was glowing.
Ife would’ve drooled if she knew that he didn’t like it when most women would throw themselves at him.
“It’s amazing. Thank you.”
“I’m sorry about the dress. I couldn-”
Steve raised a hand to stop her from going off on a tangent,”You look beautiful.”
Ife felt a flurry of warmth in her core at the compliment.
“So, what would like to do?”
Before Steve could answer, Duke Ellington’s Don’t Mean a Thing starting playing.
Steve stretched out his hand, “Would you like to dance?”
Ife took his had and they glided onto the dance floor.
“Where did you learn to dance?”
“Bucky’s mom made us learn when Bucky started getting attention from the girls at school. She thought it best that we knew how to treat them to a good time.”
“I see,” Ife giggled, “Then she was wise to make take the lessons. Though I’m more familiar with the jitterbug.”
Steve chuckled as they resumed swinging. He hummed a bit as they danced to Ella Fitzgerald, Caro Emerald, Jo Stafford, Billie Holiday, and Gene Krupa.
Ife was impressed with Steve’s dancing skills. What were those women thinking passing him up like that?!
After a couple more rounds of dancing, the music shifted to something more modern but not (it was Howl’s Moving Castle’s Main Theme) , the colors on the walls and ceiling brightened, and several chandeliers formed on the ceiling.
Steve gave Ife a slightly confused look and asked her if she would like to try a waltz this time.
The song lasted a little more than five minutes. Steve was somehow able to lead their movements in sync with the song.
Ife felt her body was aflame with gentle yet commanding touches Steve was giving her. He even lifted her a few times making her feel as though she was flying with how gently he held her.
They were absorbed in their own world they either failed to notice or ignored Nat and Wanda entering Ife room to see if they could have another spa day. Nat even got a few pictures of the two dancing.
Steve gave Ife one last life during the climax and pulled her in when the music came to a close. They were about to come in for a kiss when Ife pressed her lips together and back away.
“We should probably retire for evening. Goodnight, Steve.”
Steve’s shoulders slumped in defeat, but left Ife’s room with a simple goodnight with Nat and Wanda in tow.
Ife frowned. She knew Steve wasn’t in the best place for a relationship and her conscience wouldn’t let her take advantage of that.
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The Falcon and the Winter Soldier thoughts
Spoilers below the cut obviously
The starting was dubious af. Marvel needs to stop pushing US military propaganda by setting their scenes in the Middle East. 
But Sam’s action sequence against Batroc though? *CHEF’S FUCKING KISS*
I cannot overstate how refreshing it was to see a Black superhero (outside the Black Panther franchise) kick ass and take down all the bad guys singlehandedly and save the target. 
Sam’s journey is gonna be a huge focal point going forward -- where, hopefully, we see him grow out of Falcon and into Captain America.
Plus, the fact that Torres survived the first episode means he’ll probably take on the Falcon mantle as Sam becomes Cap.
Sam’s hesitancy at accepting the shield, his speech about it was beautiful (regardless of how I feel about St*ve)
RHODEY
Rhodey’s expression was so poignant and sad and nostalgic as he heard Sam speak. He was friends with St*ve and losing him, so soon after losing Tony, had to have hurt. Plus, as he said, the world’s broken. 
God, I really, really, really wanted to reach into my screen and hug both Rhodey and Sam. They have each other, they’ll be okay, they’ll rebuild the Avengers together. Pls. 
As an aside, I really need Sam to appear in Armor Wars. Pls. Sam’s nephews and Lila Rhodes hanging out, Jeanette and Sarah complaining about their reckless dumbass brothers. Show Rhodey and Sam’s friendship outside work, pls. 
Bucky finally has the chance to develop a personality and he’s off to a great start. His therapist is hilarious and the way she roasts him, a 100-year-old supersoldier/former assassin and him just making that 100% done face was hilarious.
His nightmares. Oh man...I am sorry for all the shit I said about Bucky during Civil War, someone get this man some grief counselling. 
His friendship with Yori was beautiful but I was pegging him to be an old buddy of his -- not the father of one of the soldier’s victims. God that reveal scene where Bucky sees the guy’s photo in Yori’s apartment was gut-wrenching. 
Bucky Barnes uses a flip phone. I need to know what dating sites has he been going on -- match.com? Lol. The sweet yet awkward date was sweet yet awkward. 
The scenes between Sam and his sister were amazing. The fact that she was left to survive with her kids during the snap while her husband was gone, her brother disappeared, that must’ve been brutal. Not everyone got to live a cosy farm life like the Starks or do laundry in a multimillion-dollar compound. 
Sam trying to hold onto his family’s legacy while Sarah is being forced to be practical was a great parallel -- I’ve always thought Captain America, by virtue of the title, was steeped in nostalgia even as the world changed around him. Sam’s family legacy is one of the few known anchors he has in this chaotic new world because he wasn’t alive to see the worst of the horrors. Sarah lived through that horror and the family legacy, the boat, is only a reminder of the pain she endured to survive. 
I know they probably don’t end up selling the boat because the trailers showed them and Bucky on it but I really love the dynamic between Sarah and Sam. 
Them getting denied a loan despite the guy recognizing Sam was such an important scene because I don’t think phases 1-3 ever addressed the sustainability of a superhero life. Like, you can either be someone like Tony Stark who has billions from his company or you can be like Peter Parker who has a day job at the Bugle. But in the MCU, everything thus far had been handwaved as Tony Stark will pay for it, or as Sam said, the Avengers depended on the goodwill of a lot of people
But in a chaotic new world, that goodwill is in short supply. But I cannot help but think loan guy’s reaction would’ve been very different had Steve been sitting there asking for a loan. I hope the show explores what it means to be a Black superhero more in depth. 
The flag smashers were awesome. I wonder if the guy who beat up Torres was enhanced. More supersoldiers? Can’t wait for Zemo to show up. 
I really missed good mcu storytelling that was absent from Endgame and even Infinity War to an extent. But this show is off to such a great start. 
Bring on Sharon Carter’s first appearance 🥰
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Wakanda
Pairing: Avengers x Enhanced!OFC
Word Count: 3,000
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of violence, mentions of past trama
A/N: Welcome to Chapter 5 of Blue Starlight. I hope you all enjoy the story as well as the way I wrote the characters! The gif is not my own. All rights to the original creator. I hope you guys enjoy!
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The plane lands and I'm almost blinded by the bright sunlight that reflects in off the tarmac as the ramp is lowered down.
Waiting for us is whom I'm assuming is the King, based on what Cap briefed us over, along with his personal guards. When Cap told us about the Dora Milaje, to say I was impressed is a gross understatement. I knew they were the fiercest warriors in Wakanda but seeing them up close, they're almost as intimidating as Natasha is. Even the Kingsguard looks exceptionally deadly.
"Should we bow?" Banner asks Rhodey as they exit the jet before me.
"Yeah, he's a king." Rhodey responds in an almost serious tone. Which apparently Banner doesn't catch onto.
As the Captain greets King T'Challa, Banner clears his throat and starts to bow.
"What are you doing?" Rhodey questions loudly enough to catch the King's attention.
"Uh, we- we don't do that here." The King says, somewhat awkwardly.
I chuckle to myself as the group begins to walk.
"So how big of an assault should we expect?" I go to answer the king but am cut off.
"Uh sir-sir, I think you should expect quite a big assault." Banner says pushing his way to the front while I roll my eyes.
Shut up. You don't even have the slightest idea.
"Thanos will most likely send one of his support ships, like the one that was in New York not too long ago. He calls them Q-Ships. He won't send his full army here, just what is deemed to be enough to overwhelm the forces on Earth, so the stone can be retrieved." I explain loudly but lower my voice as I get closer to the King, who looks at me curiously.
"How are we looking?" Natasha asks softly, diverting attention away from me, thankfully.
"You will have my Kingsguard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and..."
"A semi-stable 100-year-old man." A new voice says walking up to us.
I take in a sharp breath and freeze. The Winter Soldier. Please don't let him still be with HYDRA! That's not something else I want to deal with today. But, he's smiling and doesn't look anything like the last time I saw him. He's not glaring at anything and he has plenty of emotions that I notice, just with one glance. He outwardly looks happy, healthy, but I can see pain and guilt still present in his steel blue eyes.
I can see it because I recognize it in myself.
As both Cap and him share a friendly embrace, I see Sam move into my periphery, though I don't acknowledge him.
"Are you alright?" He asks in a whisper.
I blink out of my frozen state and give him a tight smile and nod. As I'm turning back around, I see Natasha give me a curious look before turning back towards the Captain.
"How you been Buck?"
"Uh, not bad, for the end of the world." He says solemnly, yet with a small smile
I swear, this is the most I've ever heard him speak in one go. His voice isn't raspy from misuse anymore either. Maybe he's-
As if he can feel my eyes burning holes into the side of his head, he turns to face me. His eyes widen in recognition as his face changes from shock, to confusion, to anger, to regret, and then suspicion, all within a second.
"It's good to see you again, Blue." He says skeptically.
"You too, Soldier." I say in the same tone, brushing my fingertips over the hilt of a dagger on my thigh.
He glances down, catching my movements which freeze immediately.
"You remember...?" I ask softly, not knowing if I need the confirmation for his sake,... or mine.
"I remember everything." His piercing gaze moves back to me, his features stiff and cautious, waiting for me to make a move.
"Blue?" Natasha inquires, trying to lessen the tension.
"My ability..." My explanation comes out more timid than I would like as I move my hand away from the blade and give her a shrug.
Come on! Surely he's not more terrifying than Thanos! At least this one I know I can stop.
"There won't be any problems, right?" Cap asks seriously, after clearing his throat.
The Winter Soldier, or Buck I guess, says no. I can only shake my head.
"Good. Coms on and Rhodey, suit up. Saddie, I want you out here while we go in with Vision, incase anything happens." I nod in understanding as he, Natasha, and Dr. Banner follow the King and his men inside where Wanda and Vision had disappeared earlier.
I watch them trek inside while a knot forms in my stomach.
"You're nervous."
"Huh?" I turn to find Buck staring at me curiously.
"You used to make that face whenever the men were in the room. Whenever he was in the room." He explains.
I sigh and wrap my arms around my stomach while letting my head hang over.
"Can you blame me? This whole situation is something I was hoping to avoid. Plus, I wasn't exactly expecting to see you and when I did... I didn't know what would happen, or what to expect." I keep my gaze fixated on the pavement below me as I hear him take in a deep breath. Though, I know he was thinking the same thing as I was. "But I'm terrified. Like I was then." I admit with a whisper, looking up at him.
He hums, walking closer to me.
"What should I call you?" I ask suddenly causing him to snap his eyes to mine and stop.
He hesitates looking at the ground before back at me.
"Bucky please, Saddie." He says teasingly.
I roll my eyes but crack a small smile. So Buck is a nickname then. Didn't know he knew the Captain that way...
"Your arm is different." I note as I look at the black metal appendage edged with gold markings. Much different from the previous silver one with the infamous red star.
He hums thoughtfully, looking down at it with a small nervous smile.
"I like it, it suits you." I tell him sincerely as I turn away from him, not waiting for his reaction.
I walk over to Sam and begin to talk to him while Bucky joins us with a rifle one of the Kingsguard gave to him. Rhodey appears in his armor and things begin to click in my head as I remember Sam and Rhodey's hero names. Falcon and War Machine. Definitely not who I'd expect to be next to at a time like this.
At one point, I decide to sit crisscross on the tarmac with my fingertips pressed into the pavement and my eyes closed. It's almost like I'm in a meditative state. I feel the energy running through this city, running under it. There's an endless supply far below me, that I manage to tap into.
It's immensely powerful!
"What ya doing there, Saddie?" Sam calls out. I realize there's probably blue wisps circling around my hands or even arms.
"Recharging and resting." I say, distantly.
"Meditating." Bucky answers at the same time, causing me to huff and send him, where I think he is, a playful glare.
"Are you already tired, kid?" Rhodey jabs humorously through the ear piece.
"I'm a creature that relies on energy for power. If my stored supply runs out and I can't tap into a source fast enough, I have to rely on the power my body holds. Meaning, I'd lose consciousness soon after I'd start pulling from my own life-force. Thanos has an army coming for Earth, and I want as much power as I can hold." I tell them, still in my meditative state. "Plus, relaxing like this allows me to extend my powers beyond Earth."
"Creature?" Sam mumbles in question to himself.
"What does that mean?" Bucky asks curiously in reference to my abilities while talking over Sam. He still doesn't know the full extent.
"It means that I can sense when they arrive." I tell them, ignoring Sam's notice of my slip. Though, with that and what I said in the aircraft, he should be piecing it together soon, if he allows his mind to focus on it.
They don't ask anymore questions after that, and leave me to myself. After what feels like several minutes later, I feel a very strong hum of power moving towards Earth, and quickly. I call my power back to me and absorb as much of the energy as I can from below me, I can see the bright blue growing brighter from behind my eyelids.
"Saddie?" Bucky sounds worried.
My eyes shoot open as I jump to my feet, looking towards the sky.
"Saddie!" Sam calls, trying to get my attention.
"They're here." I say fearfully, not moving my eyes.
I summon an energy ball as I see one of their ships quickly descending straight for us.
"Hey, Cap, we got a situation here." Sam says while looking to where I am.
That wasn't enough time to get the stone out safely!
I prepare to launch the ball in my hands when the dropship pings off the shield, exploding instantly. The force of the strike is absorbed back into the shield.
"God, I love this place." Bucky says in stark amusement while I reabsorb the power in my hand.
"Yeah, don't start celebrating yet, guys. We got more incoming outside the dome." Rhodey warns as the rest fall fast, impacting the Earth.
I feel the vibrations from the impact rattling though my bones and my breathing becomes harsher. The shockwaves bounce off the dome, making me feel only the tiniest bit safer.
"Is this what you were expecting?" Sam asks, looking at me.
I nod slowly with wide and fearful eyes, unable to speak. Though, how do you speak when one of your worst nightmares is occurring before your very eyes and is becoming reality?
Alarms blare through the city and the dread I have been feeling for some time now, grows in the pit of my stomach to the point it becomes nauseating. Unfortunately for me, I joined this fight, so I can't back out now. I swallow back whatever fear I can and focus on the chaos around me.
After several minutes, the Captain, Natasha, Dr. Banner, King T'Challa, and his warriors come running out of where they led Vision and Wanda. Dr. Banner goes straight to where a big red and gold suit had been laid out as warriors rush out to the tarmac.
"You two," Nat gestures to me and Bucky. "Come with me."
We chase after her into a transport ship that is filling up with other warriors of the Kingsguard. I see Cap and T'Challa board theirs with half of the Dora Milaje. When we get in, Natasha stands up front with Bucky right behind her, and me on his right, like it used to be. As much as I hate the memories, the familiarity of a fight and his presence is comforting.
Sam and Rhodey take off and fly above us as we all head towards the front line while we begin to merge with other ships on the way.
"How we looking, Bruce?" Natasha asks through the coms.
"Yeah, I think I'm getting the hang of it." I hear what sounds like rockets through my ear piece and cringe at the loudness "Wow! This is amazing man. It's like being the Hulk without actually..." His loud enthusiastic voice is cut short as I hear him fall.
I try to stop myself from giggling at him but can't help but slightly laugh out loud when I hear Bucky's chuckles beside me.
"I'm ok, I'm ok." I hear, but before I smile again, I actually notice just how many of the dropships there are... and just how big they look from here. I've never seen them in person, just heard stories.
My stomach lurches at the sight. There will be so many. Can we even win this?
"I've got two heat signatures breaking through the tree line." Rhodey calls out.
I move forward slightly, in hopes of recognizing which two of the puppets Thanos sent here. Bucky gently grabs my arm, snapping me out of my head, and gives me a questioning look. I move back to his side but keep my eyes set on the edge of the dome in front of me, not looking at Bucky. I'm not sure if I'd be able to hide my fear if I do. Rhodey and Sam do a fly over as they begin to circle back around.
The Captain, King T'Challa, and the Dora Milaje pile out of a transport. My transport group follows and Natasha, Bucky, and I merge with them. One of the legions begins to chant as we move forward. Though I can't distinguish the words over the sound of my blood pumping in my ears. Natasha comes up next to me and gives me a small assuring smile. I try my best to do the same, though I'm sure it's more of a grimace. We form a line and I finally spot the two of the Black Order that Thanos sent. I scowl and clench my fists at the sight and memory of those two.
"Do you think there's any chance of surrender?" Natasha muses.
"No, it's not the way of the Black Order." I say with a slight growl.
"Well, there's always a chance." Captain says, but it's not reassuring.
He looks at me and motions for me to follow as him, Natasha, and King T'Challa start to walk in the direction of the dome's edge. I swallow the lump in my throat and proceed to fall into line with them.
Cull Obsidian and Proxima Midnight become clearer the closer we move to them, and I try to push back my fear again. While Cull stands several feet tall than the other, with a much broader stance and deadlier appearing body and weapon, it's Proxima I fear the most. This sight of the midnight blue and black hair, brown horns, black and blue war paint, and lifeless grey eyes that make me tremble slightly. Proxima drags her sword along the dome's edge, almost hypnotized by it, watching the power crackle along her blade. She finally stops when we're at the edge, only separated by the dome.
Cull and Proxima snarl once they set their eyes on me and my lip twitches up in annoyance.
"Where's your other friend?" Natasha quips, and I have no idea which other one she's referring to.
"You will pay for his life with yours." Proxima says in the most emotionless tone I've heard her use. Her mechanical voice sends an unpleasant shiver down my spine. "Thanos will have that stone." She moves closer, as to intimidate. But so do I.
"That's not going to happen." Captain says, seemingly unbothered but determined.
"I will make sure of it." I growl.
Proxima directs her gaze to me.
"The traitor... or at least, one of them." She muses, a gleam flashes in those deadly eyes as she smirks at me. "You are nothing without your other half. A child in regards to your abilities. Weak." I know she's trying to get a rise out of me, I know it, but it's working.
Her words stroke the grief and self-doubt I had buried for this fight, making it rear it's ugly head. Before I get the chance to even move, King T'Challa speaks as Natasha moves me back.
"You are in Wakanda now. Thanos will have nothing but dust and blood." I look at the King with wide eyes, knowing he doesn't realize just who the Mad Titan is.
"We have blood to spare." Proxima states before striking her sword up into the air.
I scowl at her, but that falls into a frown when the drop ships begin to whirl and extend. We quickly make our way back to the frontlines.
"Are you ok?" Natasha asks as me move back towards the group.
"No, not really. But I'll be able to fight." I tell her, gathering what courage I can. She gives me a hesitant nod, but says nothing else. "I really hate her." I grumble, which earns me a small chuckle from Nat
I try to clear my mind and focus on my powers on the rest of the way back. I focus on what I feel, where it is, and how I can use that to my advantage, like I was taught. We get back to our forces as Bucky looks on edge but doesn't look away from the ships.
"They surrender?" He asks sardonically, knowing the answer.
"Not exactly." Captain breathes as I move to Natasha's side.
I feel the ship release the army that lurches inside.
"Here we go." I nervously breathe.
Falcon flies along the edge, circling as a scout, but I can already feel the pounding of their sharp and deadly paws vibrating against the ground. As they get closer, the thunderous pounding reaches my ears over the sound of my own heartbeat. I absorb the little bits of kinetic energy from them as they run. I feel Natasha's stare on my loose fingers which begin to glow a slight blue.
King T'Challa begins a battle chant as I feel the army slow at the edge of the tree line. Proxima strikes her sword down, letting it fall out of the air, and the army begins their charge forwards. There's more of them, more than I imagined. And they spill out of the tree line like a tidal wave of death, charging towards the dome.
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