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Darkest Before Dawn

Ch.21: The Future Celessian

Steve Rogers x OFC fic

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The Soul family hardly ever got together but when there was a huge alien attack that involved the youngest Soul member, there was an exception. Seren had arrived with a small duffel bag in her hand to her child home located in a more rural part of Hudson. As soon as she knocked, her mother had come out to shower her with hugs and kisses.

Liana Soul was as tall as Seren, which was only a 5'5 stature. Her dark chocolate brown eyes were heavy with concern that'd formed the moment the battle had been broadcasted. Her messy brown hair was pulled into a bun and Seren had to wonder if her mother had been sleeping ever since the battle.

Liana had been terrified to learn that her daughter - her only child - had fought in the alien attack that left such a chaos behind. "But are you sure that you're alright?" She had Seren's face cupped even when Seren tried to pry her pale hands off her.

"Mom, I'm good, trust me," Seren sighed. "Can I please come inside now?"

"Yeah, of course," Liana took Seren's duffel bag from her and ushered her inside first. "Brooks, she's here!"

Seren had only made it inside three steps before her father's figure appeared with the same needy arms as her mother. Once more, Seren was trapped inside a bone-crushing hug. Her father was far taller than her (and her mother) and was well built. Unlike Liana, his appearance was a bit more put together. His honey brown hair was neatly combed and his emerald green eyes, though concerned, weren't reddish like Liana's.

"What the hell was that?" Brooks kissed his daughter's hair. "We were so scared, sweetheart. Are you alright?"

"Yes, Dad, I promise you that I'm okay," Seren just smiled through her parents' worry.

"We saw what you did in the air," Brooks pulled away to meet his daughter's gaze. She was staring back at the owner of her green eyes and they weren't happy. "Your mother said that was a lot of energy you emitted to save the city."

"It was," Liana agreed with a huff. "Did S.H.I.E.L.D. tell you do that?"

"Of course not," Seren sighed and followed Liana down the foyer with her father right behind. "I did it because it was the quickest way to help those civilians."

"You shouldn't have done that, sweetheart. What if you'd gotten hurt?" Brooks asked and Seren dared to think that her parents had already come up with dozens of 'what if' situations.

"She wouldn't have," she heard her grandmother's voice right before they came into the living room.

Atria was sitting on the couch when Seren spotted her. She was tucked in the corner as if to put distance between her and the others. Seren would ignore the picture of how that seating arrangement had been created in the first place and instead rushed to hug her grandmother.

"Hi grandma," she gave Atria a tight hug.

"Oh, it's good to see you," Atria patted Seren's short hair. "And as beautiful as ever. Doesn't even look like you were in a battle."

Seren had a short moment to smile abashedly when her mother huffed. "But she was," she sent Atria a glare. "Because S.H.I.E.L.D. assigned her, no doubt."

"Mom," sighed Seren, but it made nothing. Liana kept going.

"She put herself in danger, Mother! She went into a space portal! She might not have made it out!"

"I knew that she would," Atria said calmly.

"Why? Because you 'saw' it?" Brooks' tone was coated with disbelief. All the years of marriage with Liana and he still wasn't quite a believer of his mother-in-law's psychic abilities. He preferred not to think about them, honestly.

Atria, however, simply nodded. "Yes, but also? I know my Seren is well trained for these missions. She is a strong girl and I believe in her power."

"Thank you, grandmother," Seren took a seat beside Atria. "You know what? I met a God. A-a um...a man from another world and he knows of Celessia. He's been there!"

Atria's wrinkled face curved into a smile. "He has offered you something."

"Yes," Seren smiled. "He says he can take me to Celessia in the future so I can carve a star of my own."

Liana's and Brooks' faces were heavy with concern again. Atria saw this but said nothing of it. Seren was much too excited for any of them to take it away. Seren had never seen Celessia, much less gone close to it. All she had were the stories Atria told her and the images she was able to psychically share sometimes.

"I think that would be a wonderful opportunity for you, Seren," Atria passed a hand over the side of Seren's face. "You deserve it."

"Do you think they would like me there?" Seren asked, trying not to sound as nervous as she actually was over it. Being only a quarter Celessian wasn't a big deal to her grandmother but it could perhaps be for a full Celessian who actually lived on Celessia. "Or would I be an outcast like I was here sometimes?"

"They would love you, I have no doubt about it," Atria promised her. Her eyes flickered to Seren's parents and motioned for Seren to stand up. "Why don't you go settle your things upstairs so we can have dinner?"

"Yeah, alright," Seren nodded. She leaned down to press a kiss to her grandmother's forehead. "Thank you grandma, for believing in me." She turned to leave and offered her parents a small smile. She wouldn't ask, and they would never say it out loud, but their faith in her as Stardust wavered each day.

Liana and Brook suspected what Seren thought and as much as they talked about it, they couldn't make her see what they saw. It wasn't that they didn't believe Seren was strong, oh, because they did believe in her great strength. They knew that their daughter was incredibly strong. She endured such a difficult childhood growing up with her unique biology and still came out with a heart of gold. Their faith in her had nothing to do with that. It had to do more with what and who she worked for. They would always be fearful that one day the very organization she devoted her life to would turn its back on her when she was no longer deemed useful to them.

One day, long ago, S.H.I.E.L.D. had set its eyes on Seren and in the future, it might set eyes on someone else. They knew it would crush Seren if that day ever happened. How they wished Atria never allowed for this to happen.

"If you keep everything bottled in, Liana, you will explode," Atria warned her daughter when Seren was gone. "You too Brooks."

Liana shook her head and settled a cold look on her mother. "You shouldn't encourage Seren like that."

"Encourage her to do what? To help people? Or to be excited that she might get to visit the place where she comes from?"

"My daughter is from Earth," Brooks snapped. "She was born and raised on Earth."

"I don't argue that she isn't," Atria shrugged. "She is as much human as anyone else, but she's also part Celessian."

"We don't know the state of Celessia right now," Liana said curtly, "And I wouldn't want anybody on that planet to ridicule my daughter."

"They wouldn't," Atria said confidently, "Not when they see those stars on her neck and shoulder. I told you this the day she was born, Liana. Seren will be powerful — the only reasonable matriarch of the Despina family."

This only infuriated Liana even more. "I have told you time after time that my daughter is not going to follow the silly little matriarch rules of Celessia. I wanted her to have freedom."

"And yet she had to constantly hide from the humans," Atria pointed out, "That doesn't sound like a lot of freedom to me. I understand why she had to hide — we all had to do it — so wouldn't it make more sense to allow Seren to visit Celessia and prove her identity to those we left behind? They would undoubtly make her the head of the family."

"At what cost has this come to?" Liana frowned. "Look at everything she's had to do just to prove how—" she raised her fingers into quotation marks— "powerful she is?"

"How could you not be proud of Seren for what she did in New York? She saved thousands of people."

"By putting herself in danger. You do recall that she carried a nuke into a portal leading to outer space, don't you?" Liana lifted an eyebrow at her mother. She would never forget seeing that on the news. Seren had gone straight into that portal not knowing if she would make it out alive. "You have made it so easy for Seren to willingly go into situations like that without a care of what happens to her. What would you have done, mother, if she hadn't fallen out of the portal in time?"

"She did," Atria pointed out but Liana snapped that it wasn't the point.

"You've made Seren into a weapon. Your granddaughter. One day these battles aren't going to end well and Seren might pay a heavy price. Can you live with that?" Liana waited for her mother to answer the question. She wasn't sure whether to be satisfied that Atria couldn't seem to answer it, I feel worse that she hadn't been able to. Because if she wasn't able to answer then it meant that even she wasn't sure what she created out of her granddaughter.

Seren sighed from the staircase as the argument between her parents and grandmother continued. Years and years passed by and it was still the same argument. Didn't they ever get tired of arguing the same thing?

I guess not. With another sigh, Seren went up the staircase. Maybe by the time they had dinner, they would have everything out of their systems and leave room for a normal dinner.

She came to her old bedroom and pushed the door open. Everything was, as usual, clean and prim. Her mother was a neat freak and that would never change either. Seren often suspected that this was a huge reason why they moved out of the countryside in the first place. Plus, it was easier to believe that and not that it was because of her who'd decided to go into S.H.I.E.L.D. as an adult.

The countryside had been the perfect place to raise a child who often showed alien powers. There was nothing to hide from all the time and so Seren was free to develop her powers as much as she could. If she made a mistake, there were no witnesses. That all changed when Atria decided to volunteer them for the Initiative. Eventually, when Seren was 18, she was relocated to New York and her parents and grandmother soon followed. Seren just wished the move and everything had the power to change their arguing ways.

The duffel bag hit her turquoise colored sheets with a thud. If Liana wasn't busy arguing, she would've scolded Seren for not putting the bag in the floor instead. Seren pulled out her clothes she brought along for the next couple of days and put them away.

She didn't have much to put away anyways so it left her plenty of time to ride out the argument downstairs. She wandered around the room, opening her windows as she usually would. She liked the fresh breeze.

She came across her desk still cluttered with her younger self's things. There were physics books threatening to fall. It was the only thing that Liana wouldn't touch. Said books were all connected to Seren's powers she was developing at a younger age because of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s push.

It was worth it, Seren happily declared when she started organizing the books. She did something good. She finally lived up to what the Initiative called for. Nobody could take that away from her, not even her parents.

By the time dinner came around, things were quieter. Seren was delighted to see all her favorite dishes on the dining table when she walked in. Being the only child had consisted of a lot of doting sometimes.

"It all smells so good," Seren eagerly grabbed a seat. She wouldn't even comment on the seating arrangement this time. Her father had taken the head seat and on his left was her mother. She herself sat on his right. Atria was sitting next to her.

"Does it?" Liana was happy to hear. "You know you could always move back in. You'd have dinners like these all the time."

The idea was tempting with all the food that consisted of. Seren laughed in the end. "I'd end up like an oompa-loompah, Mom."

"With those eyes, no one would notice." Liana came around with a bowl of salad. "It's how your father got me, you know."

Seren flushed. "Right."

"But what about that hair of yours?" Brooks reached over to push some of Seren's bright ginger strands from her forehead. "Orange as an actual orange!"

Seren laughed. Her father was never good at making pubs. "Dad, c'mon!"

"You c'mon! When do I get to see the real hair again?"

"I think she's beautiful the way she is," Atria said off-handedly. She had reached over for some sweet bread on a plate.

"Encourage her to do the opposite why don't you?" Liana sighed as she took her seat again.

"Please don't," Seren begged them just as they were about to start another round. "We're having a nice moment. For me, please." There were mutual 'okays' that followed which gave Seren a bit of hope that things would go smoothly for the rest of the night at least.

"So how are things in the city now?" Brooks asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Okay, I guess," Seren shrugged. "They're trying to clean up the destruction and I heard that Stark might be proposing something for that. Hopefully it'll work."

"That's good. I can't imagine how things must look like on the streets right now," Brooks reached over for his glass.

"More traffic," Seren said, only half joking.

"Oh Lord," Liana said as if she headed into the city every day. Being a local shop owner in the town let her avoid many such trips.

"And I saw that friend of yours - what was her name?" Brooks snapped his fingers repeatedly as he tried remembering on his own. "Blonde one? Makes a lot of faces?"

Seren had to laugh. "Chloe?"

"That's the one!" Brooks gave a final snap of his fingers. "We saw her on the news too. I thought you said she wasn't in New York."

Seren shrugged. "I never know what's going on with Chloe. I'm just glad that she was there."

"And I'm glad that you were there too to help," Atria patted Seren's arm softly. "My Star Soul, the hero she is."

Seren flushed at the honesty in her grandmother's face. "Thank you, grandma."

"Mother," Liana hissed.

"I haven't said anything wrong, Liana," Atria tried to say but Liana was shaking her head already.

"Of course not! Because you never do any harm, right?"

"Mom…" Seren put her fork down. Suddenly the breaded chicken wasn't that tasty.

"Let's not start again, Liana. For Seren," Atria said.

"Oh, now you want to do something for Seren?" Liana scoffed. "Where was that endeavor when you volunteered her for some freaky space experiment in 95?"

"Mom!" Seren exclaimed but seeing Liana wasn't even acknowledging it, she shifted towards her father for some additional help. "Dad?"

"She's not wrong, darling," Brooks shook his head.

"Oh my God!"

Atria was still trying to defend herself against her daughter. "Maybe I didn't do the best for Seren—"

"You think!?"

"—but I did everything with the best of intentions!"

"Really? Did that include sending her off into a portal!?"

"Of course not—"

"Because that's where she went last week! She nearly died, mother!" Liana's voice had risen into a shrill shout. "My daughter nearly died! Do you understand how I felt learning that?"

Atria was silent. Liana thought she at least looked decently guilty. As she should. Her heart had been in her mouth when she saw videos of Seren going headfirst into a portal with a nuke in her hands. Nothing could ever change her mind that Atria was responsible for Seren ever being in that situation in the first place.

"Mom, grandma, please…" Seren felt like a broken record having to call for her mother and grandmother to stop.

But it was like the sound of her voice reignited the argument. Liana started again, accusing Atria of paving the way that led Seren to be on that street with the Chitauri. Brooks wouldn't argue as blatantly as his wife but every now and then he would make his own remarks, siding with Liana. Atria would defend herself so passively that it seemed to only anger Liana even more.

Seren finally had enough of it and slammed her hands down on the table, her strength showing in the cracks of the glass under her palms. "Enough!" She rose from her chair, fully aware that the only noise now was her heavy breathing. "Why can't you just let it go already? It's been 16 years already!"

"It's exactly because it's been 15 years that we're upset, Seren," Brooks was slightly more calm than his wife. "The point your mother has always tried to male here is that you should've never had to do anything with S.H.I.E.L.D. when you were 9."

"Nobody forced me to do anything!"

"You were nine, Seren. You weren't old enough to make that choice," Brooks said, "And then SHIELD went and made it a potential national threat to force your mother's and my hand in the situation. We couldn't say no to them. Don't you see how twisted that place is?"

Seren was about to open her mouth when Atria cut in. "They are right, my little Star Soul. You were a child."

Seren flipped her head in her grandmother's direction. "What?" That was the first time she ever heard her grandmother express any type of regret over her involvement in the Initiative. Even her parents had gone silent in shock. You don't think it was right to bring me in? I thought you said...you said you were proud…"

"Pay attention to my words, my little Star Soul," Atria said slowly as she watched her granddaughter get more and more worked up. "I am proud of you. I am so proud of you...but looking at things, everything I did in the past...you were a child."

"No, no," Seren quickly sat back down and reached for her grandmother's wrinkly hands, encasing them in her own. "Because if you hadn't done that then I would've never been able to do what I can do today."

"But it's not what you deserved," Liana said from her spot. Seren shook her head, eyes blinking slightly faster to rid the swelling tears. "You were a child. You could've had options!"

"I...I did what I wanted to do! God!" Seren got up, letting her grandmother's hands go in the process. "You're all talking about what I should have done like I didn't already do what I wanted! I did something great and instead of talking about that you're stuck in the past!"

Brooks tried reaching for her closest hand. "Seren, sit down—"

"NO!" Seren shouted and backed away from the table. "I'm not hungry anymore."

"Seren—" Liana was halfway up when Seren stormed out of the dining room.

Everyone calling after her vanished the moment she slammed her bedroom door shut. She heaved a heavy sigh and dragged herself to her bed. She wasn't sure whether to be angry or sad or both at this point. Each time she visited her family, whether her grandmother was present, things never went well. It was like the past was all her parents thought about her. She could do something as amazing and grand as she had done this week but it wouldn't be enough for them.

She heard her phone start to ring and for a moment she debated about whether or not to take the call. But, after realizing that it could be a new potential mission, she went in search of the phone. Eventually she found it under her duffel bag.

"Hi! Hello!" Chloe was on the other line.

"Is there a new mission?" Seren asked straightaway.

"What? No! Not that I know of but... you just save the world. Take some days off or something."

Seren sighed. "Yeah."

"I was just calling because I told Steve that I would treat him to dinner but this guy can't even remember what restaurant that you introduced him to that he really liked!"

A light smile came to Seren when she heard Steve in the background asking Chloe not to make him sound that big of an idiot. Chloe had no such sympathy for him.

"The guy can literally help save the world but he can't remember where he ate from last week!"

"Chloe."

Seren chuckled at the familiar scolding that Steve gave Chloe.

"It's weird how easily and quickly he learned that from you," Chloe told her after a moment.

"Don't be rude," Seren said simply and plainly. "And you're looking for Michael's Pizzeria."

"Pizza? Steve, you couldn't remember a pizzeria!?"

Seren couldn't help but laugh again. Steve sounded like he was getting really annoyed with Chloe.

"Anyways," Chloe said with a dramatic sigh, "How's the visit going?"

Seren instinctively glanced at the shut door on her left. She was sure that if she kept a close ear there she would still hear pieces of arguing. "...it could be better."

"Uh oh," Chloe said, already knowing the problem. "Are they arguing again?"

"Chloe, I don't want to ruin yours and Steve's night too." Seren felt like that would just be rude.

"Oh no, hold on!"

"What?" Seren waited for Chloe but she was already doing whatever she was doing. In a few seconds Seren heard the beeping in her phone, alerting her that Chloe wanted to initiate a video call with her. "Great," Seren muttered as her thumb hovered over the accept button. The last thing she wanted was for people to see her right now. Still, knowing Chloe, Seren accepted the call.

The blonde's face soon appeared on her phone screen. "What happened?"

Seren playfully rolled her eyes. "Nothing terrible."

"But nothing good either. What did they say now?"

It was so alleviating that she didn't have to explain the whole thing to Chloe. She was aware of the Soul family's constant arguments between each other. Chloe was aware that it usually centered around Seren.

"They're still not proud," the words tumbled out of Seren, her eyes low. "I thought that it would be different this time because of the circumstances but it just gave them new ammunition instead. I thought that maybe this time it would be different because...you know? But I guess in the end it wasn't enough, so... I wasn't enough."

"Nu-uh," Chloe's voice was sharp enough to make Seren wince. "You are not going to sit there and push yourself down, not on my watch - not on our watch! Steve! Come here!"

"Chloe, no," Seren barely said before Chloe had practically yanked Steve to her side.

Naturally, Steve was first and foremost impressed with the fact that it was a video chat. It did bring a smile out of Seren for a moment there.

"This would've made things so much easier in the past," he said with wide, blinking eyes.

"Focus!" Chloe hissed beside him. "Did you hear what our dear Seren said?" Of course Steve hadn't so Chloe quickly filled him in. It amazed Seren how talented Chloe was when it came to this. She had mentioned once that in her high school years she was a gossiper. It showed.

"Seren, I'm sorry about that," Steve said once he had enough information. He could straightaway see how upset Seren was and it irked him that it was all because of her family. "But Chloe's right."

"Oh, dangerous words," Seren shook her head, smiling lightly when she heard Chloe huff.

"You did something amazing and no one should take that away from you, not even your parents."

That sounded nice — that actually sounded really nice and for a moment, Seren couldn't decide if it was nice because of the chosen words or if they were nice because they had come from Steve. Whatever the answer was, it made her feel good. It gave her air to breathe.

"Seren?" called Steve when the woman stayed silent on the other end. He was worried that his words weren't helping her at all. He could only wonder how crushed she was that her parents weren't receiving her latest actions as what they were: heroic. She didn't deserve that.

"Yeah, I'm here," she ultimately said. "My grandmother isn't really helping either. She went back on her words. Made it seem like I wasn't supposed to be at S.H.I.E.L.D. in the first place."

"Seren? Hey," Steve had to cut in when he saw Seren's eyes glimmering. That was the first time he ever saw her close to crying. It was surreal and he hated it. She shouldn't be crying — she should never cry. She didn't deserve that...so how could he stop it from his spot? He never actually dealt with women and much less crying women. If Bucky was there, he would've already come up with something good to say. At the very least, he would've pushed him to do something. But no, Bucky wasn't here. That meant he had to figure something out—

"Seren, you are not going to cry," Chloe suddenly snapped.

"I'm not—"

"You bet you're not. Don't let anyone make you cry. You know what you did was amazing, you are a frickin Avenger whether your parents like it or not."

Steve's eyes had widened at Chloe, nearly scolding her for being so rough on Seren when the woman herself started nodding her head.

"Right," Seren rubbed her face free of any tears marking her skin. She wasn't completely convinced but she was not going to let herself cry in front of them.

Steve was unconvinced as well. He pulled on Chloe's sleeve, making her stop whatever else was about to come from her mouth. "Seren, just take it easy, alright? Don't be hard on yourself."

"Yeah, yeah, of course," she nodded too quickly to actually be genuine. She was trying to seem better than she actually was. For now, he'd have to let it be. He was powerless from his spot.

"When do you come back?" He asked her.

"Friday."

"Okay. We're still on for curry, right?"

Seren nodded without a moment's hesitation. "Yes of course. Seven sharp. Don't be late."

Steve smiled at her. "Wouldn't dream of it." If he had been paying more attention, he might have noticed how familiar those words were. Right now, all he could think about was everything he would do to help cheer her up this Friday when she came back.

~ 0 ~

The next day, Seren was up early. Her rigorous routine when working always had her getting up early so even when she had days off, she would still wake up at the same hour. She spent the first early hours getting ready for the day (which she hoped would go along smoothly in comparison to yesterday).

She pulled on a pair of navy dark jeans with a red and blue flannel shirt. There was no need to dress up today and she would take advantage of it. She straightened her hair to the side and left her room when she heard footsteps downstairs. It was her father who was making his usual coffee.

"Morning sweetheart," he flashed her a warm smile when he saw her coming in. He lifted his white mug into the air, asking her if she wanted some.

Seren nodded. "Thanks." She trudged up to the small table. It was the same table she had breakfast before school, lunches with the family, and then dinner. She even spotted the small carving she did at one point which earned her quite a sentencing in her room. Everything was still the same.

"Slight bit of honey," Brooks came by with two mugs in his hands. "Just like always."

"Thanks," Seren took her mug into her hands and gave it a sniff. "Like always," she agreed with a small smile.

"Don't you miss it?" Brooks asked after Seren had taken a sip from her mug.

"What, the coffee?"

"No - well, that too - I meant the house, me...your mother?"

Seren lowered her mug once she understood what her father was getting at. "Dad, we do this every time I come home. Must we do it this time too?"

"Do what?" Brooks laughed shortly. "Try to convince my only daughter to come home? My absolute sunshine? My sweet puff?"

"Dad," Seren couldn't help but laugh for that moment. He always came up with the cheesiest of sweet names for her. It used to embarrass her as a child.

"Oh c'mon, I'm just pulling your leg," Brooks gave her a playful pat on her arm. "I miss doing that. You don't come home often, you know."

"I think we both know why," Seren whispered, her expression hardening. "Each time I come, I argue with you two. And when grandma comes...it's an outright mess."

"Your mother and I just wish things could've been done differently, Seren."

"Differently? You mean like never going into S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"You could have had options, Seren. You've made your entire life about S.H.I.E.L.D. because of your grandmother." Brooks pulled his chair closer to Seren's, urging her to listen to him and not just roll her eyes and shut him out like she always did. "You know, when you were a child, before S.H.I.E.L.D., you were always so fascinated with botany. You loved planting things and watching them grow."

"Dad, I like gardening. That was never a career option," Seren sighed. She used to love planting different seeds with her mother in their backyard. She learned how to grow plants and vegetables within a short amount of time. She vividly remembered one dinner that was exclusively made up of things she had planted. Her proudest seven year old moment.

"But it was beyond gardening," Brooks insisted. "You-you loved studying biology. You liked learning about it. It was your favorite subject, remember?"

"Of course I do," Seren agreed. The several science experiment ribbons were still hanging in her bedroom to this day. "But it's just what you said - it was my favorite subject, nothing more."

"Because you were always so focused on training for S.H.I.E.L.D. you never got the chance to explore other career options. You could've been a scientist, a botanist."

Seren propped an elbow on the table and rested her chin over her hand. "Get real, Dad. I was a mousy girl in high school. I was never going to get anywhere." She looked away when the memories of her rather lonely high school years came back to mind.

She was always careful not to accidentally show her powers and that was a 24/7 job. It was hell when she was a high schooler. Being mousy, apart from her timid personality, simply worked to ward off any unwanted attention. She didn't make a lot of friends for the same reason. She didn't want to accidentally shoot star matter at them or something like that. Always hiding and never drawing attention didn't exactly leave for many career options.

"Seren Soul, I never want to hear that again," Brooks said sternly. He reached a finger under his daughter's chin to turn her head. "You were always intelligent beyond belief. What you didn't know, you made yourself know. On some part, I understand why Atria would bring you to S.H.I.E.L.D. - who else would know how to fight off criminals?"

Seren swallowed hard. That...almost sounded like a compliment. "I like what I do, Dad," she whispered. "I like being an Agent. I love being Stardust. I didn't need options because this is where I was meant to be." Brooks withdrew his hand but Seren quickly grabbed it. "Please, please, please be proud of me. I finally lived up to the Initiative. I did what I've always wanted to do. I got to save people. Doesn't that make you just a tiny bit proud?"

All this time she had gone through her life with her parents' little to no support for her. If she could just hear it once then maybe it would be enough.

"I have never not been proud of you, Seren," Brooks said as if he was only just now realizing that this is what she thought, what she had always thought about their feelings towards her. "Your mother and I may not agree with what you do, but that does not mean that we are not proud of you. You've had a lot of challenges in your life and the fact that you haven't lashed out speaks volumes of who you are. You're my daughter and I will always be proud of you. I'm always in awe of you, actually." He reached over to dry some tears off her face, tears she hadn't even noticed.

"Really?" Her voice had cracked like a child's. "I always thought you were specifically disappointed in me."

"Why? Because of the whole S.H.I.E.L.D. ordeal?"

"Because I'm not entirely human," Seren practically choked the words out. It was what always made her feel like an outcast, like it would make her less. She fought tooth and nail to make Tony see that she was just as human as he and anyone else, but sometimes the truth came back to haunt her. Biologically, she wasn't entirely human and because of that, she did things differently. High school had been all about keeping a low profile. Walk with your head down, avoid big crowds, don't talk to anyone you don't have to. No school events, no school games, etc. There were only few opportunities for her parents to come to her schools to give her support, like the science fairs. The only reason she did them in the first place was because they were required to pass the class. Had she been completely normal, she would've done far more. She missed out and therefore her parents missed out as well.

"You could've had a perfectly normal daughter but you got me instead. Mousy, star girl Seren."

Brooks was aghast with what he heard. He could only assume the thoughts that were running through his daughter's head at the moment. "That has never been a concern to me."

"Dad, c'mon—"

"No, of course not. You think I didn't know what kind of child I would have with your mother back then? I promise you that I was very aware, Seren. And I was happy. I knew that he or she would be amazing. They would be half of me, half of your mother. You inheriting her Celessian genes was something that we were prepared for. You are the best thing that happened to the world.

Seren playfully rolled her eyes. That sounded very Dad-like. "Okay, we don't need to exaggerate here…"

"I'm not," Brooks chuckled. "You are amazing and that battle in New York only proved what I already knew." Seren froze as soon as she heard that. Brooks sighed and covered her hand on the table. "I guess it is very cruel of us not to tell you that. That's not what we were trying to do. Of course we're proud of you, we were just terrified at the same time. We didn't know if you were going to come back."

"Truthfully, neither did I," Seren said, biting her lower lip when the reality of the situation truly hit her. Of course she knew that there was a chance she wouldn't make it back from the portal the moment she flew in but because of everything going on, it was pushed to the back of her mind. The most urgent thing was to get the nuke out of the city and possibly get Tony down as soon as she could. Dying hadn't been part of her thoughts in those few minutes. She supposed that afterwards hadn't been the time either. She was unconscious then she was up and searching through the news to see what happened to the city afterwards. And then she had to be there to see Thor and Loki off. She didn't really think about it...until now.

Fresh tears welled in her eyes. She really could have died and she would have never seen her family again. Even if they fought like cats and dogs, they were still her family and she loved them so much.

"I'm so sorry," she apologized when the weight slapped her. "Oh my God I'm so sorry! I didn't-I didn't realize…"

Brooks knew she was being honest. He'd known from the start. "It's okay, sweetheart. We know that you were doing what you thought you had to."

"I'm sorry," Seren sniffed. "I really am, believe me." She got up from her chair and encased her father in a tight hug. Brooks held her until she could stop the tears from flowing down her face.

~0~

Atria has been the very first one to wake up that day. She was sitting on the front porch bench for God knew how long when Seren found her. Her grandmother never really needed that many hours of sleep, making her an excellent agent back in her day.

"Good morning my star soul," Atria patted the open spot beside her. "Sleep well?"

"Eh, I guess," Seren took the seat with a sigh. "It was hard. I might have been a little hungry." Skipping dinner wasn't her smartest choice.

"I'm sorry about that," Atria patted her granddaughter's hands resting over her lap. " I do try to not argue but...it just happens."

"Why though? I'm 25. This feud has been going for 16 years. Isn't it about time we give it a rest?"

"Liana will never forgive me, and she will never stop reminding me of my mistakes." Atria spoke in a resignated manner. She was accepting the reality. "She's not wrong, which makes it hard for her to stop."

"Not wrong about what? That I shouldn't have ever been brought into S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Seren shook her head. "All this time I thought you would be on my side."

"My little Star Soul, I am always on your side, but I cannot continue acting like I couldn't have done something better for you."

"I like my life, grandma. Why are you suddenly against it?"

"Not 'suddenly'," Atria corrected. "This has been in my thoughts for many years."

Seren's eyes widened. "What?"

"I realized that you were a child and that I shouldn't have brought you up to S.H.I.E.L.D. until you were old enough to make your own choice." Atria let her eyes fall shut. "After everything that happened with Carol Danvers, we were in desperate need of something new to protect Earth. Everyone was scared. I thought that I had come up with a viable plan, but all I did was plunge you into a world you had no business being in."

"Grandma, it sounds like you regret that I work for S.H.I.E.L.D…"

"Do not make the mistake of believing that I'm not proud of you, because I am so proud. I believe that even if you had been old enough to decide for yourself, you would've come in anyways. But had it been that way, you would've at least gotten to live your life before."

"Why does everyone act like I didn't live my life the way I was supposed to?" Seren groaned, letting her back hit the bench behind her. "I was always going to gave to hide my true self around others. You have no idea how hard it was as a teenager! I have no idea how Mom made it because I sucked!"

"Your mother was less timid than you," Atria shrugged.

"Yeah, I was mousy and awkward," Seren folded her arms over her chest. Those two things have nothing to do with her alien biology.

"I just wish I had done things differently," Atria confessed. "Maybe then my daughter wouldn't hate me. I lost my husband and my daughter because of my choices. I never wanted to hurt you either."

"Oh grandma, you haven't," Seren scooted herself closer to her grandmother to give her a side hug.

"I'm afraid not yet," Atria whispered so quietly that Seren didn't hear it. As of late, there were many things she saw that weren't good.

~0~

It was near lunch when Seren finally had the courage to face her mother. Liana was already making lunch for them, something delicious and Seren's favorites no doubt. Seren thought she smelled the faint scent of zucchini somewhere amongst the pots. She loved chicken pot pie with zucchini.

"There you are," Liana was pleased to see her daughter coming in and already picking a spoon up to help mix whatever was boiling in one of the pots. "I'm naming chicken pot pie."

"Mm, thanks," Seren said.

Silence fell over them afterwards, but it wasn't the usual terse silence. It was amicable. Liana would direct Seren over the pots, reminding her to stir, to add a little more peas, to set the oven. It was nice. When the oven finally had the pot pies, Seren started doing the dishes while Liana cleaned up the stove and table.

"Mom, I talked to Dad," Seren started, keeping her eyes trained on the hard burnt spot of the pot she was scrubbing. "It was a good talk, actually, and I realized that maybe I didn't really realize the gravity of the situation when I went into that portal. I knew I could die but it didn't really hit me until today. I would never want to make you worry about me, to hurt you. I'm sorry that I did." Seren still wouldn't face her mother but she was anxious to hear what Liana would say. The dreadful silence wasn't helping her calm down.

"Thank you," Liana said, sounding breathless. She put her rag down on the counter and walked over to Seren, turning off the faucet and forcing Seren to drop the sponge and pot in her hand. "Thank you for that, really. I'm glad that you're seeing it from my perspective. A mother should never have to watch their child go headfirst into an unknown space portal." But if she was being honest, she was sure that Seren wouldn't hesitate to do it again if the situation called for it.

"Mom, can I ask you something?" Seren nervously said. She gripped the edge of the sink and glanced at her mother to see her nodding. "Do you hate grandma?"

Liana shifted awkwardly. "Of course not—"

"Mom."

"I don't," Liana's tone was hard, leaving no room to argue. "I do not hate my mother. I just can't forgive her for what she did to you."

"But Mom, she didn't do anything."

Liana seemed ready to correct Seren but instead of snapping, she shut her mouth and tried going in a different direction. With a calm voice, she started. "Imagine you have a daughter, your only child and you raise them with your best efforts to keep them safe and nurtured and loved. You tell them that they can do whatever they want in the world but then your own mother comes along and informs you that she has volunteered not only herself and you but your child as well. Your child who's only 9 years old has been volunteered to train for some government organization. They train her like she's to become a weapon for them. And she loses any other choice she had in the process."

Seren looked down at the wooden floor. Her heart ached knowing that she was the weapon, that her mother actually considered her a weapon. That's not at all what she wanted to believe she was but if her own mother thought that...what could possibly really think of herself?

"I do not hate my mother, Seren, but I hate what she stole from you," Liana sighed. "You could have been whatever you wanted to be. You could have stayed here and lived with us. We could have had all the family dinners, you could have brought home someone to meet, you would have been able to find your own house one day, start your own family."

Seren looked up to meet her mother's crestfallen face. "Whether or not I worked for SHIELD, I don't think I could've ever done that. Where's grandpa, again?"

Liana lowered her head; of course she had no answer.

Seren pursed her lips together, almost regretting bringing that up. Her grandfather had walked out on Atria and Liana when Atria had revealed she was an alien. "Mom, you got lucky. You found someone who doesn't care what we are. Do you know how hard it'll be to find someone who can overlook my Celessian side?"

Liana gently moved back a loose strand of ginger hair off Seren's forehead. "It's fairly easy, actually. If they love you, they'll love all of you. But I'm afraid with your life at SHIELD, you won't ever be able to experience that. It's not too late to leave that place. It'll get to be a lonely life, Seren. I don't want that for you." She pressed a kiss to her daughter's cheek. "Pot pies will be done in about an hour." She left Seren to think about the advice. There was a lot to mull over.

#ocappreciation #marvelocsdaily #fd: mcu #mcu #marvel #steve rogers #captain america #avengers #steve rogers fics #steve rogers imagines #captain america fics #captain america imagines #mcu fics #mcu imagines #marvel fics #marvel imagines #avengers fics #avengers imagines #avengers ocs #mcu ocs #marvel ocs #oc: Seren Soul #fic: darkest before dawn

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Marvel OCs

Oc Count: 16

Name: Rosemary Isabella  Clover

Hero name: Electra 

Birthday/age: June 26 (17)

Likes: Crafts, relaxing, watching chick flicks

Dislikes: Feeling overwhelmed, being unmotivated, spiders

Personality: Cutesy, romantic, realist

Powers/skills (if any): Electrokinesis, Telekinesis

Ship: Peter Parker (a.k.a. Spider-Man)

Notes: 

She lives in Peter's apartment building but she goes to a private school. 

Name: Valerie Alma Urson

Hero name: Shifter

Birthday/age: September 18 (21)

Likes: Movies, patrolling, pranks involving her powers, hanging with Peter

Dislikes: Tight spaces, insecurities, loved ones being hurt, being made fun of

Personality: Mysterious, funny, passionate, valiant

Powers/skills (if any): Cloning Oneself/ Shapeshifting

Ship: Quentin Beck (a.k.a. Mysterio)

Notes: 

Valerie was lowkey highkey intimidated by Quentin when they first met

Name: Andrea Bree Louis

Hero name: Mimic

Birthday/age: January 12 (23)

Likes: Hanging with Bruce, learning, teaching, helping others

Dislikes: Using her powers, feeling weak, loud noises, sensory overload

Personality: Worldly, brave, cautious, excitable

Powers/skills (if any): Mimicking (perfectly mimic any voice/sound)/ Sonic Scream (potentially deafen/disorient others + sends waves to knock them back)

Ship: Bruce Banner (a.k.a. The Hulk)

Notes: 

I aged Bruce like way down for this so he’s like late 20’s

Name: Lyra Sinai Beatrix 

Hero name: Marionette 

Birthday/age: May 26 (19)

Likes: Helping people, evening strolls, practicing her powers, flowers

Dislikes: Thor’s boisterousness, loud noises, death, change

Personality: Bold, calm, careful, optimistic

Powers/skills (if any): Puppet Master (control other’s movements via thoughts)

Ship: Brunhilde (a.k.a. Valkyrie)

Notes: 

Lyra is a Midgardian that Thor brought back to Asgard to show her the sights (he used to have a crush on her before he met Hallie and Lyra and Brunhilde met)

Name: Alina Ivory Cetus

Hero name: Ultraviolet

Birthday/age: June 24, 1998(18)

Likes: Using her powers, pranks, sparring with Pietro, classic books, museums

Dislikes: Guns, stuck up people, losing, flashy events, snow

Personality: Kind, passionate, competitive, mindful, worldly

Powers/skills (if any): Teleportation and Telekinesis

Ship: Pietro Maximoff (a.k.a. Quicksilver)

Notes: Alina and Pietro often have races to see who gets somewhere faster (it’s Alina, but sometimes she lets Pietro win so his ego isn’t too bruised)

Name: Amy Nanette Penn 

Hero name:  Madam Zodiac 

Birthday/age: November 18, 1980

Likes: Comfy clothes, dancing, Christmas, fairy lights, nice nails

Dislikes: Sour food, country music, action movies, extravagance, complete silence 

Personality: Collected, compassionate, realist, loving, aware

Powers/skills (if any): Aries (Mar 21-Apr 19)- Pyrokinesis (manipulate fire), Taurus (Apr 20-May 20)- Geokinesis (manipulate earth), Gemini (May 21-Jun 21)- Shape Shifting, Cancer (Jun 22-Jul 22)- Energy Healing (heal physical, emotional, energetic and mental wounds w/ energy), Leo (Jul 23-Aug 22)- Electrokinesis (manipulate electrical currents), Virgo (Aug 23-Sep 22)- Psychometry (learn info about an object, person memory or event by touching it), Libra (Sep 23-Oct 23)- Aerokinesis (manipulate air), Scorpio (Oct 24-Nov 21)- Haemokinesis (manipulate blood), Sagittarius (Nov 22-Dec 21)- Astral Projection (have out of body experiences and separate astral body from physical at will), Capricorn (Dec 22-Jan 19)- Psychokinesis (manipulate objects through thought and will power), Aquarius (Jan 20-Feb 18)- Channeling (communicate w/ spirits), Pisces (Feb 19-Mar 20)- Telepathy (Transfer thoughts, words and emotions from one mind to another)

Ship (if any): Sam Wilson 

Notes: N/A

Name: Georgia Brielle Barnes

Hero name: Mystify

Birthday/age: July 23, 1921

Likes: Messing with people, vanilla chapstick, flowers, vintage things, necklaces

Dislikes: Hydra (duh), being cold, singing, public places, driving

Personality: Old-fashioned, playful, kind, funny, compassionate

Powers/skills (if any): Invisibility and Illusion (making people see what she wants them to see)

Ship: Steve Rogers (a.k.a. Captain America)

Notes:

Yes, as her last name indicated, she is Bucky’s younger sister

So here’s what happened. Bucky, at first, was very resilient from Hydra’s attempts to make him the perfect super soldier. They needed some leverage to make him comply. After looking into his file, they realized that Bucky had a younger sister that he cared very deeply about. They snatched her and used her for her intended purpose (it worked, the last thing he wanted was for his sister to get hurt). Here’s the thing. If you think that Bucky didn’t teach Georgia AT LEAST basic combat against anyone who could harm her, you’re dead wrong. She proved to be stronger than they originally planned and that’s when they decided to try to make a female super soldier (big brain moment if you ask me). So yeah that happened, but she reacted differently to the serum. Because she is a female and men just have a little misogyny in the back of their minds, they dosed her with significantly less serum and that reacted differently with her molecules, giving her different powers. For the longest time they just kept her cryogenically frozen, not happy with the results, but then when the Winter Soldier escaped, they brought her back out. Jokes on them though because she also escaped and found her brother quicker than Hydra ever could lol

Name: Ingrid Anna Meller

Hero name: Mannifest

Birthday/age: December 11, 1987 (35) 

Likes: Rain, farmer/flea markets, pink lemonade, Jolly Ranchers, sleeping

Dislikes: Heels above 4”, driving, video games, traffic, origami

Personality: Patient, attentive, kind hearted, lovable, modest

Powers/skills (if any): Manifestation creation (ability to manifest anything out of thin air)

Ship: Stephen Strange (a.k.a. Doctor Strange)

Notes:

Ingrid met Stephen somewhat in passing when they both happened to be at the tower at the same time. She was just coming home from a mission when Stephen came over to talk to Tony about something and she directed him to Tony

Ingrid most definitely wasn’t one of the ones who was dusted, but after hearing from Tony about Stephen being dusted, she wished she was. They had a happy ending after the final battle of Endgame

Name: Maeve Edith Nadine

Hero name: N/A

Birthday/age: January 10, 2000

Likes: History, baking, fantasy books/movies, sweet scents, fruity drinks

Dislikes: Messes, being a public figure, fireworks, long nails, politics

Personality: Patient, reserved, helpful, resourceful, compassionate

Powers/skills (if any): Shapeshifting & Power recreation (takes other's power by thinking of the name of the person who has the power)

Ship: (Andrew Garfield’s) Peter Parker (a.k.a. Spider-Man) 

Notes:

Technically yes she’s a superhero but she doesn’t like the pressure of the press so she prefers to just not have a name 

She’s originally from this Tom! Peter’s universe which is why I included a “Tony’s party” dress

Name: Minna Signe Olesia 

Hero name: The Infinity Witch  

Birthday/age: May 7, 1984 

Likes: Shopping, painting, pretty rocks, pottery, jewelry

Dislikes: manipulation, fireworks, clubbing, competition, small spaces 

Personality: Calm, compassionate, artistic, witty, unproblematic 

Powers/skills (if any): based on each stone. Space- portal to anywhere (including on universe to another), Reality- manipulate/ alter matter, Power- immense cosmic power, Mind- mind control, Time- control time (visions of possible futures, stop and rewind time, etc), Soul- steal, control and/or alter both living and dead souls 

Ship (if any): Natasha Romanoff

Notes: 

She doesn’t truly need the stones for her powers, but she (and pretty much everyone else) feels that they’re safer with her. She’s perfectly capable of doing all those things herself. 

In case you're wondering, yes she did actually make jewelry out of the stones so she could always have them on 

Name: Skadi

Species: Jötunn and Goddess

Associated With: Bowhunting, skiing, winter, wilderness, judgment and justice

Powers: Psychic powers, immortality, and invincibility, strength

Earthly Birthday: December 13

Perpetual Age: 22

Likes: Archery, winter/snow, Loki lol, sweets, hot cocoa

Dislikes: Hot temps, cheaters (of any kind), indoors, floral fragrances

Personality: Worldly, calm, observant, athletic

Ship: Loki

Extra Information: 

I'm well aware that Skadi was married to another but irdc sorry fam

They originally bonded because they're both Jötunn but it turned into more as time went on

She came to earth a while ago and just ended up vibing with the people there and decided to stay there

When Loki attempted to take over New York, Thor enlisted Skai's help because he knew Loki had a soft spot for her

Name: Hecate

Species: Goddess

Goddess of: Magic, witchcraft & sorcery

Powers: Divine authority and absolute control over magic, witchcraft, and sorcery

Earthly Birthday: November 2

Perpetual Age: 21

Likes: Her powers, night, learning, teaching

Dislikes: Bad vibes, Odin, sunlight, being hurt, being scared

Personality: Thoughtful, emotional, worldly, magical, adventurous

Ship: Thor

Extra Information: 

I'm perfectly aware that Hecate is a Greek goddess just bear with me

Hecate was imprisoned as a child by Odin long before she even met Thor because she had become too powerful and he was afraid

When Loki was imprisoned that's when they met. Of course she loathed the other royals because they did nothing to help her (though Frigg did sneak her extra food and offer her more blankets if she was cold sometimes

She became friends with Loki while he was imprisoned and when he wanted to destroy New York, she was right there beside him using her powers to cause destruction. It was only when Thor tried to reason that she realized all the people she was hurting

She paid her debt back to society and moved to a quieter part of New York, Thor showing up soon after 

Name: Oda Dagmar

Nickname(s): Demi, Dag, Frigg 

Parent(s): Frigg (goddess of love), random asgardian

Birthday/age: Unknown

Occupation: servant of the Grandmaster (later queen of Sakaar)

Likes: meeting new people, love, helping others, nature

Dislikes: Her reputation (via mother), the gladiator fights, quietness

Personality: Empathetic, balanced, worldly, calm

Ship: En Dwi Gast (the Grandmaster)  

Full name: Asdisa Berghdild

Nickname(s): Disa

Parent(s): Unknown Asgardians

Birthday/age: Unknown

Occupation: palace worker (Asgard)

Likes: Books, going to the market, art, shopping, masquerades 

Dislikes: stuck up people, fighting, indoors, uncivilized people

Personality: Caring, balanced, intelligent, peaceful

Ship(s): En Dwi Gast (Grandmaster), Loki

Name: Evelyn Ryn Tallis

Nicknames: Sunshine/Little Sunshine, Eve, Violet Force (“hero name”), Violet

Birthday/age: August 4 (24)

Likes: Learning (on her own terms), cuddles from anyone, visiting her hometown in the Netherlands, video games, 

Dislikes: Negative people, snakes, doing nothing, bad tempers, 

Personality: Chipper, intrigued, optimistic, slightly anxious, clumsy (and not the quirky kind), curious, cuddly, patient

Powers/skills: Force Field (surround oneself/others + used as projectile), combat 5+ years

Extra info: 

When stressed or nervous she starts going into Dutch language and people usually have to remind her not to so they can help her 

Wanda is super close to her because she often hates her powers because of the destruction they cause but Evelyn is able to prevent unnecessary destruction with her powers as well as being relieved having another girl on the team that’s not Nat

She’s from Marken (province: North Holland, municipality: Waterland)

She can and will cuddle with anyone if she feels like it. Everyone usually doesn’t mind because she gives good cuddles and they even seek her out when they’ve had a bad day. She just has good vibes

When she has a bad day so does everyone else because she’s the optimist and everyone lost their Little Sunshine so they’ll literally do anything to make her feel better

She knows six languages, English, Dutch, French, Spanish, Russian and Italian. Dutch is her native tongue but she’s fluent in the rest

Since Bucky can also speak English, Spanish and Russian (not to mention Portuguese, German, Latin and Japanese), I like to think he and Evelyn have conversations in one of the shared languages while in front of the others to mess with them

Full name: Daisy Madison Armstrong 

Nickname(s): N/A

Birthday: June 24, 1983

Likes: Braiding her hair, yellow roses, dogs, singing, cartoons

Dislikes: Feeling alone, floral scents, strawberry milk, snoring, arrogance 

Personality: Laid back, worldly, passionate, strong-willed, funny

Notable Works: Marvel Franchise (Skadi), Kong: Skull Island (Nadia), Steven Universe (Bismuth)

Notes:

She met Tom not long before they were both cast in Thor 

#marvel #Avengers #The Avengers #Avengers assemble #avengers imagines #avengers imagine #avengers ocs

[wild-doges-acc]

Y/n Meeting the Shadow soldier boys

A/N: Shadow soldier is a fanfic I made on wattpad, some stuff was made about them off the book but feel free to click this link to read the story: https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/231115567-the-shadow-soldier or search Shadow Soldier by Wilddoge2020 on wattpad

Levi 💚

• Found you at a HYDRA base during a sweep

• Since you were hurt he got you tf out of there

• Brought you to Maia who fixed you up

• Spoke to you the whole way back to the tower

• Thought you were cute low key

• Once you get settled at the Avengers tower you become friends with him and his friends (They're his non blood brothers and sisters)

• Watches anime and Netflix shows with you

• Jokingly flirts with you (it's not a joke)

• Boy is absolutely smitten

• Tells his older brothers about you the first chance he gets

Kane ❤️

• You're a SHIELD agent in training

• He's supposed to help train

• Mostly checks people out instead

• Is an absolute hoe but he sees you and boy turns to his brothers and straight up speaks the most rapid fire German

• Walks up to you and chats you up

• You flirt with him before he can flirt with you and boy is hornswaggled

• Takes him a second but he flirts back

• His brothers are laughing at him in the background

• He throws something at them don't mind it they'll be fine • Gets your number and fanboys to his siblings

Kage 🤍

• You arrested him

• Bro calls himself a vigilante (He just murdered four people because he didn't like their outfits)

• You work for SHIELD and bro just goes 'Oh shit my brother does I think'

• Finds out he is literally twins with KANE BARNES who is the son of BUCKY BARNES

• He has issues tbh but he likes you

• Only let's you interrogate him, gives you his number

• Laughs when you tell him he better not do it again

• He's going to do it again pls stop him

• Ends up hanging out with you on the roof (You were trying to eat your lunch and he just kinda appeared)

#Shadowsoldier #marvel oc #x y/n #x reader #Avengers ocs

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Children of America Fanfiction

Idea

I first had this idea watching Captain America: The Winter Soldier, when I sat there and wondered, "what if S.H.I.E.L.D. or some other agency preserved Steve's DNA (in the form of sperm) to create some sort of superhero super soldier children?" Like, said super soldier children were raised and trained to protect America in the absence of their father. And I thought about it even more.

Eight super soldier children from the original Captain America, born in separate states, raised and trained to protect their state from all that can do harm. Over time, the other forty-two states learned to protect themselves in the event of a superhuman catastrophe, not relying on the eight super-soldier-protected states to help.

The Children

All eight super soldier half-siblings know and have met each other - in battle and in parks, cafes, and libraries - but live separate lives from each other. Each and every one of the half-siblings is believed to have developed their ability through their super soldier blood and from their father. From eldest to youngest, there are;

Aaron "Moose" Rogers - Known as Sergeant Alaska to the United States of America, Aaron is the eldest of Steve's super children and the most like him personality-wise. His birth mother surrendered him to the American Government, which - in turn - decided it was best for Aaron to be raised in Alaska. Therefore, he grew up protecting Alaska and its citizens from potential dangers. He has an inhumane tolerance for intensely decreased temperatures, having been able to live in the Arctic for a year and a half at 12 years old. He gets his nickname from his massive size, like that of a moose.

Ilya Illinois Rogers - Best known as Lieutenant Illinois, Ilya is the second eldest of Steve's children and similar to his father in the sense of humanitarianism. He believes if humanity has the will to be something, there has to be a way for humanity to become that. He and his mother were never close, and she was heavily against him joining the Chicago Police Department alongside being Illinois' protector. Ilya has the superhuman sense of lie-detecting - making him one of Chicago's best detectives. While he finds it hard to tell if his brothers and sister lie to him, Ilya can take a few seconds to realise a stranger is lying.

Vincent "Vinnie" Rogers - Typically (and simply) called Virginia, Vincent is the third eldest, but one of the least known of Steve's children. As he is a politician rather than a superhero, Vincent spends most of his time in his office or at home with his wife and twin children - or scolding his brothers and sister for breaking federal conduct during battles. Of course, none of them listen to him, with the exception of his two elder brothers, Aaron and Ilya. Vincent's charismatic ability means he only fights in battles if he's desperately needed - otherwise he's using his charm to convince the public to donate to local charities. He gets his nickname from his sister being unable to pronounce his name when she was a toddler.

Dominic Christian and Karl Rogers - Nominated the Super Soldier Twins, Dominic is known as Lieutenant DC of Virginia and Karl is often referred to as Sergeant Kansas, and are Steve's fourth and fifth children. Even though residing in different states, Dominic and Karl are often caught by the media catching up in Washington DC, Virginia, or Topeka, Kansas. Dominic runs a men's fashion magazine in his free time, whilst it is unknown to everyone (including the other Rogers children) what Karl's favourite pastime is. The Rogers siblings will sometimes call Dominic by his hero name because it is a shortening of his name to them.

Connor Rogers - The smartest of the eight super soldier children, Connor ("Lieutenant Connecticut") is the third youngest of Steve's children. Like his older brother, Vincent, Connor doesn't use his ability for superheroism - but for the lab, and his patients at the State Veterans Hospital in his hometown. His incredible intelligence has saved plenty of lives, more lives than he would have outside of the hospital and lab (in Connor's opinion - his brothers would disagree). Much to his dismay, his younger brother loves calling him "Connie".

Neveah "Noah" Carson Rogers - Known in Las Vegas and the rest of his state as Sergeant Nevada, Neveah is the second youngest of Steve's children, and his youngest son. He is the only known openly gay superhero, and regardless of what anyone else says, he is proud of himself. It helps that his brothers and sister are constantly supportive of him. The one part of him that he isn't proud of is his name, therefore he always tells people he introduces himself to that his name is Noah. His ability isn't incredibly identifiable, but he makes a point that he's stronger than all of his siblings combined. While boasting his strength, Neveah hasn't managed to crack his eldest brother's "uncrackable" (Neveah quotations it, Aaron insists it) skull - yet. He owns an increasingly popular club in Las Vegas; legally, of course.

Missy Sarah Rogers - The only super sibling with "captain" before their state or capital (Captain Mississippi), Missy is Steve's youngest child and only daughter. Thus, her elder brothers are typically protective over her; some don't entirely care about their sister's romantic life (Connor, Ilya), believe she's old enough to take care of herself (Vincent), think she's capable enough to protect herself (Dominic, Karl) or just can't handle the pout she gives them to get her way (Aaron, Neveah). She has the super ability to hear, see, smell and feel things from a great distance - and her sense of taste isn't that bad either. Her only issue is, her brothers won't play blind taste tests with her anymore!

Stories, Incorrect Quotes and Galore!

Now that the Children of (Captain) America have been introduced, I figured that we could do a Q&A, I could make short stories about the Super Soldier Siblings (we can find a new name for them), post incorrect quotes that would exactly be them, and whatever you'd like to see of them!

If anyone would like to make fanart of them, I can give you references and describe their appearances for you to make said fanart. But I cannot draw or make anything artistic that doesn't involve words to save my life.

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[lovewithmary]

(not) moving on — a max verstappen x stark!oc x charles leclerc series

★ fc: madison beer ☆ summary: evangeline "evie" stark is in love with her best friend, max verstappen, but he tries his best to keep her at arm's length. but what happens when she starts to get close to his fellow drivers in the paddock?

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eviestark: i believe this called a photo dump? idk blame lando and danny for this

tagged: landonorris charles_leclerc lewishamilton carlossainz55 danielricciardo

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author: yes half of these pictures are from lando’s jpg account ignore it pls

landonorris: photo credit for the 8th picture 😎 ↳ eviestark: does it really count as photo credit when we were just facetiming and you said "smile!" and i did? ↳ landonorris: it is in my book

user1: SHE INFILTRATED THE GRID

user2: DID ALL OF THEM GIVE HER THOSE FLOWERS?

user3: ma’am do you need a dog? i can bark

user4: evie fr went from being seen with only max to everyone with her BUT max 💀

user5: gold digger ↳ user8: im sorry... but did you see her last name? STARK. meaning STARK INDUSTRIES. she's probably richer than all of the f1 drivers in this photo dump

carlossainz55: amor my picture does not look good ↳ eviestark: i told you i was taking a picture los :( ↳ user17: THE NICKNAMES????? LOS AND AMOR

lilymhe: beautiful 😍 (the flowers + evie) ↳ eviestark: can albono fight? cause i’ll fight him ↳ alex_albon: ill try to fight, but ill probably get my ass kicked by black widow's prodigy ↳ eviestark: ALEX ↳ alex_albon: shit was i not supposed to say that? ↳ lilymhe: i apologize on his behalf 😭

francisca.cgomes: i miss you smmm! we should hang out again ↳ eviestark: leave gasly, ill treat u better 😘 ↳ pierregasly: excuse me? ↳ eviestark: don't look gasly

carmenmmundt: girls day when? ↳ eviestark: get rid of george and it'll be girls night every night ↳ georgerussell63: i'm watching you evie ↳ eviestark: and you can watch me steal your girl russell

charles_leclerc: i wasn't even looking at the camera ↳ eviestark: but you still look good stfu

user6: evie must’ve saved a village in her past life because how is she so pretty, A STARK, and rumored to be with most of the f1 grid rn? ↳ user7: don’t forget her family is the avengers, she has 3 degrees, and can fight (as we have just discovered by alex)

user9: evie who is your favorite f1 driver rn (hint: m.v) ↳ charles_leclerc: (m)charles (v)leclerc ↳ landonorris: (m)lando (v)norris ↳ carlossainz55: (m)carlos (v)sainz ↳ danielricciardo: (m)daniel (v)ricciardo ↳ lewishamilton: lewis hamilton ↳ eviestark: (m)yuki (v)tsunoda (but lewis is a close second) ↳ user10: SHE'S ONE OF US!!!! ↳ landonorris: why is yuki your favorite ↳ eviestark: 1. have you seen him 2. he eats the stuff i bake 3. have you seen him ↳ landonorris: fair enough ↳ yukitsunoda0511: i will always eat anything you bake :)

danielricciardo: practiced on my jpg account to prepare myself to take picture of evie at the eiffel tower ↳ eviestark: it's pretty but it's blurry ↳ danielricciardo: you couldn't stop laughing and you turned around! ↳ eviestark: i only turned around bc u kept on making funny faces while u were taking pictures!!!

tonystark: tesoro did u get the autograph from my favorite driver? ↳ eviestark: i did, but papa you just should've texted me instead of commenting on my post 😭 😭 ↳ user11: TONY WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE DRIVER? 🎤 ↳ tonystark: lewis hamilton. ↳ user12: shouldn't it be max since you've known him the longest ↳ tonystark: not anymore.

lewishamilton: roscoe misses you ↳ user13: SHE GOT TO MEET ROSCOE HAMILTON? oh verstappen is fucked ↳ user14: not just roscoe, she also has (lewis) hamilton, ricciardo, norris, leclerc, and sainz liked by eviestark

user15: isn't it kinda fucked that just bc max was seen with kelly piquet evie is all of a sudden surrounded by f1 drivers when she and max were never together? ↳ user16: bffr she's not doing anything wrong. like u said, they were never together so that means that it doesn't matter if she's hanging out with f1 drivers now liked by eviestark

#f1 imagine #f1 instagram au #f1 x oc #f1 ig au #f1 oc #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #max verstappen smau #max verstappen x oc #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fic #avengers crossover #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x oc #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc smau

[mochie85]

As part of your 1k celebrations I would like to submit the following prompt for consideration 😁♥️ feel free to bend it to your will.

Your colleague Loki finds himself in your rooms at Stark Tower for (fairly) innocent reasons.

You arrive back unexpectedly. He hides, at first.

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Fairly Innocent

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A/N: I apologize, with my whole heart, that it has taken me this long to finish this request. So long, that I have reached a new milestone since this request was made. But I hope you enjoy it. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: Explicit. Smut, hand job, oral (female receiving), slight DOM vibes, voyeurism, shower scene, mention of 'toys'. Happy ending. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Your room was dark and cold. The curtains were shut leaving a small sliver of light shining from the cityscape outside. There was a stillness in the air from being untouched the last two weeks. “Now, where did she put you?” Loki hummed while looking around your room. He wandered in, using the access code you had given him. His prying eyes scanned and noted how orderly you left your room. And even after some time away, the room still smelled like you. Like citrus blooms on a winter morning.

Loki lent you some practice daggers a while ago and was keen to get them back. They were dull and lightweight. Perfect for beginner enthusiasts like the Widow, who wanted to add a new skill to her ledger. Whom Loki had promised to train, alongside you, in Asgardian combat.

Loki rummaged through your bookshelves, thinking you might have stashed them along with your books and souvenirs from your travels. He knew you loved to read. Your voracious appetite for mysteries and novels rivaled his own. He noted Robert Frost and Agatha Christie situated alongside the many romance novels.

Peculiar, he thought. He’d never known you to be interested in such fiction. You two had always discussed classic literature or Asgardian poetry. A Cheshire grin appeared on his face as he took a book with brightly colored Post-it notes sticking out of the top pages. He opened the paperback to a dog-eared page that was clearly read and reread extensively.

Lucy moaned as Cade’s fingers dipped inside her wet pussy. Trills of pleasure ran up her spine, making her unable to stand any longer. He gently stroked her as he whispered on her neck, “Don’t fight it, baby. Let go for me.”

Loki shut the book closed with wide eyes and a wider grin on his face. “Well, well, well. Who knew that the Avenger’s little darling liked to read smut?!” He said to himself looking at the volumes of romance books you had. He was quite impressed by your ability to surprise him. He thought he had you figured out. He might have to tease you about this when you return from your mission.

Loki searched your closet next, but he couldn’t find the daggers. He combed through hangers of clothing and shelves of shoe boxes till he stumbled upon several silk bags with rope tie enclosures. One bag had the length and shape of the daggers he was searching for. How sweet of her to care for the daggers and stash them in a silk purse. Loki opened the bag and reached in but was again surprised at what he found.

He pulled out a black, patent leather collar with a gold buckle. Glistening under the bright closet light, was a heart-shaped tag, hanging from the center. The name ‘Darling’ was inscribed in cursive. Stunned, Loki looked inside the sateen bag and pulled out what he mistook for his daggers- a short, riding crop that matched the patent leather of the collar. Hanging from the handle was a gold chain that had a tag etched, ‘Darling’s Master.’

An intrusive fantasy came unbidden in his mind. It was of you on all fours, with the collar adorning your neck and him standing behind you rubbing the tip of the crop against your dripping heat. “What other deliciousness are you hiding, my dear?” he whispered as he stowed the collar and whip and reached for another silk purse. Every bag he opened had a different set of negligees. Each one was more lascivious than the last.

The smile on his lips got darker as his body started responding to the different scenarios playing in his head. Each scene- novel and unique, to the set of lingerie he opened. More than once, he had to stop himself from reaching inside and rubbing the fine lace between his fingers. “Nope! No,” he chided himself. “Focus. I’m here for the daggers.” Loki took one last look and walked away before he could swipe one of your lace panties and put it in his back pocket like some pervert. “Daggers. Daggers…where are you daggers…”

He couldn’t stop smiling at the revelation he found. Memories of his last interaction with you played in his head under a new context. It was as if he was seeing you in a different light. Truth be told, he did always find you attractive. But he never once pursued it thinking it wouldn’t be favored by you, or any of the team. You didn’t get the title “The Avenger’s Little Darling” for nothing. You were beloved by all. And he was the untrustworthy, extra baggage that the team had to deal with so they could have Thor on their side.

He knew he couldn’t have you.

One last place he looked was your bedside table. If it’s not here, she must have taken them with her. Opening the drawer, Loki shouldn’t have been surprised at what he found, but he felt an exhilarating chill crawl throughout his body, nonetheless. A vibrator. A large, blue, silicone toy that was tapered at the end, was resting neatly inside. You naughty little minx.

Loki couldn’t help the state of arousal he was in. He stood up and stared at your toy, his fingers running puzzled against his lips. He imagined you spread on your bed, lost in the throes of your passion. What do you think about when you have your toy tucked inside your wet cunt? Who’s name do you moan when you’re at the edge of your climax about to fall? And how can he conspire to make sure you think of him?

Surprised, Loki looked up as he heard the keypad of your door unlocking. In a senseless rush, he closed your drawer and cloaked himself invisible. He didn’t want anyone to find him snooping around your belongings. He stood still as he blended with the shadows of your room.

He shouldn’t have hid. You did give him the access code to your room. You trusted him enough to be in here. But there was something so intimate about the things he found. He felt exposed and guilty. Loki didn’t want anyone to think of him being nefarious with you.

A small sigh of relief flooded him when he realized it was you, back from your assignment. He opened his mouth to speak and announce his presence, but he couldn’t. So many questions rushed through his mind. He wanted to ask all of them! Yet, he was struck immovable by your presence.

Had you always been so lovely? Had your eyes always been that bright and alluring? Your smile, an invitation for his lips?

Were his discoveries about you finally shedding light as to who you might be, underneath the perfect façade you seem to have cultivated for yourself? Everything he found was, he swore to the gods, erotic and arousing. But it was the fact that you surprised him that made his level of attraction to you grow.

You walked in with a heavy sigh, setting your duffel bag down on your bed and your boots onto the floor. You didn’t bother turning on your lights, as you zipped your body suit down and peeled off your armor. A rather tame set of black lace underwear shaped your body. Your exposed skin turned a rich shade in the darkness of your room.

Loki noted some bruises and scars peppering your body. The fresh welts were colored green and blue indicating they were recent and most likely acquired from your latest mission. You massaged your neck and rolled your shoulders trying to ease the ache settling into your bones.

Loki watched as you made your way, routinely, to your en suite and turned on the lights. A loud rush of water from the shower rumbled through, disturbing the silence that had enveloped you both. It took his entire strength as a god to keep standing where he was and not follow you to watch.

New fantasies came unbidden in his mind of you naked and wet in the shower. I need to leave. I need to depart before I do something that both of us would regret.  He waited till he heard you close your shower door. The water made loud splashes as it hit against different curves of your body.

A few more minutes and Loki found he could move again. With a shaky breath, he exhaled and made his way to your door. He would’ve continued if it weren’t for your small sighs. Soft moans and whimpers traveled to his god-like hearing. She’s touching herself?!

Loki balled his fist to elicit pain. His fingernails dug deep into the pad of his palms, trying to overcome the overwhelming state of arousal he was in.

“…Loki…”

He stopped and nearly fell to his knees. You said his name! The honeyed tones of your moans dripped over him. Coating his entire body in primal need until it reached his cock and hardened.

He couldn’t leave now. He wouldn’t. He turned on his heel and slowly lifted his cloak, risking everything by pushing the door slightly more open.

Loki licked his lips at the sight of you lost in your orgasm. Your head was thrown back as water trickled down your body. The droplets guiding his eyes down…

…down…

…to where your fingers played with your aching cunt. Your hands explored your curves. Every dip. Every hollow. Every scrumptious mound that he wanted to devour himself.

He stood at your en suite door, his arms holding the frame above his head. He didn’t trust himself to come closer to you. Not until you allowed it. Not until you saw how his eyes became ravenous at the sight of you touching yourself to thoughts of him.

“Loki!? What the hell are you doing?” you screamed out, startled. His eyes traveled back up to yours as you finally acknowledged his presence. Your body turned flush from the heat of the water and the embarrassing situation you found yourself in.

Loki freed himself from your door and tried to answer. Nothing came out but a quivering breath and a small growl of desire. His eyes narrowed and he bit his lip. He took a step forward and closed your bathroom door behind him making your heart drop.  He slowly made his way to you. Sluggish feet carrying him across your tiled floors. “Don’t stop on my account, Darling.”

“Why are you here?” you demanded.

“I heard you call out my name. And I am nothing if not a benevolent god who answers your prayers.” It was as if a switch was turned on and Loki couldn’t stop until he had you.

He watched you back into the tile of your shower. You looked like a caged animal put there for his viewing pleasure. “Why are you here?!” you repeated. It’s too late to be demure. He’s seen everything.

“I came looking for the daggers I lent you. I looked everywhere in your room. I couldn't find them.” Loki’s voice was deep but clear. You could hear the dangerous desire in his tone as he reached for the door to your shower. On instinct, you reached for the handle, stopping him from opening it.

The chase became real. He had to have you. The last hour he spent combing through your suggestive belongings had built a naughty little version of you in his head. Like a puzzle. It was the most erotically charged moment he’d ever spent. And now? Now, you were denying him!

“Last chance, Darling. If you want me to leave now, say so,” he said with a smile. “But I promise you this. I won’t stop till I have you.” His breath steamed the glass doors. Your heart pounded inside your chest as you looked into his dark eyes.

You let go of the handle and stepped back. Loki opened the door slowly, anticipation building up and pooling in between your thighs. “Good girl.”

Loki walked into your shower, still clothed. The scalding water penetrated through his white cotton shirt making it translucent under the spray. You could trace the lines of his muscle underneath.  His hair became slick and affixed itself against his face. He towered over you, as he leaned over with one arm against the shower wall.

Fuck!

He lowered his face. His nose brushed against the tip of yours and you could taste his breath against your lips. “What were you thinking about?” he asked looking deep into your eyes. “And remember, I can tell when you’re lying.”

You quivered at his voice. You looked down embarrassed. “No, no. Look at me.” He said grabbing your chin and forcing you to look back at him. He kept his fingers on your face, gently stroking your jaw.

“I was thinking about you,” you admitted. Your voice was so small. You felt so fragile in his hands.

“Go on, sweet thing. What prayer can your god answer for you tonight?” he encouraged. You were mesmerized by his stare. His voice lulled you to a sense of heat and longing.

“I pictured…touching you,” you started. “I fantasized about your body holding mine.” Loki licked his lips and the tip of his tongue brushed against your mouth. It tingled and the sensation moved throughout your body, awakening every cell within it.

“Like this?” he asked, grabbing your hand gently and placing it underneath his soaked shirt. He guided your hand up his torso and held it there. You could feel his heart thumping in his chest as he guided you over his stiff nipple and then down his lean abs.

Loki didn’t take his eyes off you once. He watched how your eyes widened at his boldness. How your lips parted when you finally touched him. How your whole body moved just a fraction closer to him, capturing him in a lust-filled haze of his own.

He continued steering your hand down his body, past the hem of his pants to his aching bulge. He was big. And hard. You couldn’t imagine what he would look like, what he would feel like, once he took it out. He kept your hand on his cock, driving your hand up and down. “Keep your hand on me,” he instructed. The steam from the shower did little to prevent the shiver that ran down your spine. Nor did it hide the wetness that was now dripping from you.

“Can you feel how hard I am for you?” his arms encircled your body, pulling you closer to him. His mouth incased your lips in an uncontrollable kiss. He weaved his deft fingers into your wet hair, pulling your head back to kiss you at a deeper angle.  He inhaled deeply, smelling the clean scent of your soap and shampoo.

He groaned into your mouth when he felt your hand reach inside his pants and squeeze him tightly. Loki’s eyes rolled back as you expertly palmed his stiff cock. You felt the veins pulsing in your fingertips as you pumped his dick mercilessly. He leaned over you, caging you between the wall and his eager body.

“Don’t stop, Darling,” he whimpered in your ear. “Don’t stop.” Loki bucked his hips into your hands. He captured your lips one last time before he moaned your name, releasing the pent-up arousal he’d been holding in. He fell apart in your hands, and you continued till you milked every last drop from him.

Before the water could wash away your efforts, you licked off two of your fingers, tasting his offerings. “There she is,” he said with a devilish grin. He was waiting for the real you to come forth. You seemed so demure and shy at the beginning. Nothing at all like what he found out you were. The one who reads erotic novels over and over again. The one who hides their toy on the bedside table, ready to go. The one who has a patent leather collar with their pet name etched into it.

Loki growled at the memory. He will see you in that collar. He’ll make sure of it. “But for now, I want a taste,” he said to himself. Loki started with your mouth, sampling himself in your kiss. You winced slightly when he reached for your waist. Reacting from a sensitive bruise that you acquired from your mission.

“Do you think your body can handle a couple more bruises from me, Darling?” he asked earnestly. You swallowed thickly and nodded. Loki proceeded to grab your hips and hold you in place, while his mouth eagerly marked your neck. He continued down to the base of your throat as he knelt in front of you. He captured your breasts with his tongue, paying them each attention. Your hands rested on his shoulders, gathering the white cotton in your hands as you fisted it.

When he reached your stomach, he was gentle and sweet. His hands secured your waist, pushing you slightly higher. “Wrap your leg around me,” he directed. You obeyed and placed your left leg on his shoulder.

Drips of water still fell from the shower. Loki licked and slurped each drop that fell onto your thighs. He flattened his tongue and licked a wide stripe on your warm cunt. “Fuck…Loki,” you screamed when he latched onto your nub, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He looked up at you and watched you as you threw your head back, your ecstasy showing through.

“Did you like that, Darling?”

“Mmyes,” you whined. “God, yes!”

Loki repeated his actions, holding onto your thigh, as he savored your clit. You couldn’t hold yourself up any longer. Your knees were weakening, and you had nothing to hold onto as your hands slipped against the tile of your shower wall. “Loki, please,” you panted.

“I need to be inside you,” he moaned. The sooner he can make you cum in here, the sooner he can properly bed you on top of your sheets. He looked deep into your eyes and you almost didn’t recognize him. Hunger and desperation were hanging on his brows. The sight of him in between your legs, the feel of his lips latching onto your folds, the weight of his fingers thrusting inside you. It was all-encompassing and all too consuming.

“Oh, God! Loki!” you screamed as he inserted another finger. You laced your hand through his drenched hair, pulling every time his tongue flicked your nub. “Please, I need you inside me too. I need…” your breathing came in harsher. The steam almost suffocating you as you come closer and closer to that edge, waiting to fall.

“Don’t fight it, Darling. Let go for me,” Loki quoted your book, making you clench around his fingers. One last thrust into you and you screamed your release. Loki lapped up your swollen pussy with a greedy smile, making you shudder.

Hours later, you and Loki were lying on the floor of your room. Blankets and pillows surround you while your legs and arms tangle with each other, holding each other tightly. You were running your finger up and down his chest as he read aloud a passage from one of your “smutty romance books,” as he called them.  

His voice was magnetic and hypnotizing. Every word he said came to life inside your head. “Hmm, we might have to re-enact this one,” he teased after he finished a scene.

“Yes, sir,” you whispered, hoping he didn’t hear the last word you said. It just came out. You couldn’t stop yourself from saying it. From bending to his will and wanting to please him.

“I was curious about something,” he grinned, biting his lip. “Which I hope you can enlighten me...”

“Yes?”

“When I was looking for the daggers, I came across this.” He conjured up your patent leather collar and held it up against the dim light. He next conjured up the matching riding crop and showed you the tag that was hanging from the handle. “Who was your master?” Loki asked, unsure whether he wanted to know the answer. “Why do you have this and not them?”

“I never had one,” you admitted sheepishly. “I bought that in hopes of using it one day. But we never worked out.”

“I see,” he said with a devious smirk.

“It was so pretty. I couldn’t just get rid of it.”

“Sit up. Hold your hair, while I put this on you.” You obeyed his instructions. A pool of desire is already forming in between your legs as he tightens the collar around your neck. The heart-shaped tag, ‘Darling’ felt heavy and cold as he placed it neatly on the base of your throat.

Loki wiped his thumb over the tag of the whip. Newly etched, in bold letters, was his name instead. “Well, it’s mine now, darling,” he grinned as he tested the switch on his hand. The sharp thwack stung his palm. Your heart started beating quicker.

“On your knees,” he growled.

“Yes, sir.”

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[mj-102009]

Does anyone else get irked when an author uses "shook their head yes" instead of nodded?

Like it's a small detail that I notice EVERYWHERE and always makes me twitch in frustration.

idk tell me if im delulu

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[wheredafandomat]

Club Paradise 🫦

1 | Dirty Martini

Avenger! Loki x female reader

18+ | contains smut, alcohol

Bringing the glass to his lips, Loki took a sip, swirling the whisky in his mouth for a moment before swallowing, the burn in his throat keeping him vigilant. Placing the glass back against the bar, the melodic music merged with the intoxicating liquid left him feeling almost placid. Almost.

“You need to relax more, so many knots”

“You’re late” Loki answered as your hands massaged his shoulders.

“Can one really be late to such an affair?” You teased.

“Are you wearing what I sent you?” Loki asked, ignoring your gaietyness.

“Buy me a drink first” you replied before Loki exhaled, gesturing to the seat next to him.

“A martini” Loki spoke as the bartender looked at him “please” he added, more as an afterthought.

“Extra dirty” you added, turning from the bartender to Loki before opening your coat a little, revealing the emerald lace bralette you were wearing underneath. Reaching out to touch you, Loki’s eyes widened slightly as you grabbed his wrist before placing it down.

“Down boy” you smiled sultrily before the bartender placed your drink in front of you. Bringing the thin stemmed glass to your lips, you took a sip. “Good comes to those who wait” you smirked at Loki as he watched your movements.

“I’m an impatient man,” he replied sternly.

“Not for me” you grinned “for me you’re a good boy, aren’t you?”

“Please” Loki answered, his brows raising a little as his hard exterior began to crumble.

“Please what?”

“Please can we go upstairs?” he almost pleaded.

“Take this as a lesson in delayed gratification Mr Laufeyson” you smirked.

“Loki,” he corrected.

“Is that what you want me to call you tonight? Loki?” You questioned.

“Yes, just Loki,” he nodded.

“Well, Loki, once I’ve finished my drink we can go upstairs, okay?” You smiled “good.”

The ride in the elevator was silent as you looked at yourself in the mirror, ignoring Loki’s piercing gaze fixated on you. You bit down your smile as his eyes ventured across your body, his nostrils flaring as he fought down his primal urge to take you right there. Delayed gratification your words echoed in his head.

Pushing the door of the suite open, Loki was hot on your tail, practically slamming the door closed behind him before pushing you up against it and pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. It had been weeks since he had seen you last, too busy with missions and everyday he craved you more and more. He needed you. You barely broke the kiss as he pushed your coat off of your shoulders before it fell to the floor, pooling at your feet.

“Magnificent” Loki uttered, taking you in. Your body draped in his colours.

“Kneel” you leered, Loki wasting no time to drop to his knees in front of you. Your gazes met for a moment before his eyes roamed your body, falling to your legs as he began pressing kisses against them. You stepped out of your heels as his kisses met your ankles. Looking back up into your eyes, Loki’s hand began moving up your leg, venturing dangerously close to your inner thigh. Your breath escaped you, your eyes almost falling closed as his hand moved higher. The panties were crotchless so there was no barrier between his hand and your needy pussy.

Closing his eyes, Loki reveled in the feeling of his hand moving through your soft folds as your breaths began to quicken.

“Get on the bed” you ordered, trying to remain forbidden, rhadamanthine, just like Loki wanted you to. He obeyed, quickly standing to his feet before making his way onto the bed. “I read your note” you spoke, stepping towards him “about what you want to do, what you want me to do.”

“Yes?” Loki pleaded, excited at the prospect.

“Well, you know what to do next Loki” you smirked, saying his name pointedly as you reached the bed. Loki laid back against it as your hand found the bulge straining against his trousers. “You’re already so hard for me, good boy” you praised as you straddled him. Loki bucked his hips as you rolled your hips against his. “But this isn’t where you want me, is it?” You teased as Loki shook his head furiously no. Smiling, you moved yourself up his body, Loki’s hands guiding you exactly where he wanted you as one of your knees found the side of his head. You barely had time to find your balance before Loki was dragging your other leg up, yanking you down on top of him. You placed your hands against the headboard for stability as Loki began exploring your centre.

“Eager I see” you giggled as he held you down tightly against him, his arms wrapping around your thighs. “Ughh” you moaned as his lips wrapped around your clit, gently sucking. “Just like thattt” you guided, gyrating your hips as Loki flattened his tongue against your pussy.

“Mhmmm” he groaned against you, the vibrations travelling through you in a pleasing buzz.

“Fuck!” You almost came, hips moving to and fro as Loki sucked your clit again “I need you Loki, I need you now” you implored, your roles changing as you begged him to fuck you. Loki was quick to unbuckle his belt as you got off of his face and moved back down. Straddling him, you both exhaled as you took him inside of you.

“Norns, I’ve missed you” Loki almost sighed, content in the feeling of being inside of you.

Your eyes fell closed as he lifted his hips, fucking into you with ardour as you bounced above him. Your jaw was slack, moans and chants of his name falling from your lips as your clit hit his pelvis with every thrust. You were so close and so was he, you could feel it. His thrusts grew sloppy as he neared his orgasm.

“We’ll never leave it this long again” Loki grunted, slamming his hips up into yours “promise me” he continued, swiping his thumb against his tongue before rubbing it against your clit “promise me we won’t go this long without seeing each other again”

“I-I promiseee” you nodded desperately, your pleasure swelling.

“That’s my girl” Loki smirked, stilling his movements as he came inside of you, his cock throbbing against your walls.

“Fuckk” you mewled breathlessly as your arousal gushed out of you, dripping down Loki’s cock.

“And next time don’t be late” he spoke, coming down from his high as you got off of him.

“Whatever you say, Loki” you smiled.

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[raineydays411]

My Father's Daughter

Part 9

Summary: You've been at the Wayne Manor for over a month.

In some weird way you understand Christine.

You understand why she tries so hard to spend time with you while you're in her home. Why she begs for you to get off of your phone and cook with her. You get why she tries to make the other kids be nice to you. Scolds them harshly when they make snide comments underneath their breath about you.

Truly, you do.

You just...genuinely don't give a shit.

You don't care that she feels bad that she abandoned you for a completely other family and you don't care that she feels like she's losing time to create a bond with you.

You did not care.

Really, you didn't.

"Um,kid... you know I love you but I'm really not that kind of doctor" Bruce Banner said awkwardly over facetime.

You sigh. "Yeah I know B. You were just the first one to pick up the phone."

"Ouch." Banner laughed, " you know, you really are your fathers child."

You smile, one of the rare times you actually did nowadays. " How is the old man?"

You haven't been able to call him since he was paranoid whoever wants you would track your phone calls and find out where you are.

"Your father is even more annoying now without you than he ever has been in my entirety of knowing him" Banner deadpans, " He misses you a lot kiddo, we all do."

You smile sadly, missing your family.

It was hard, seeing these people you barely knew, with a mother you barely knew, stuck in a house you barely knew.

And the fact that they feel like a family. They argue and play jokes on each other. They eat with each other every afternoon ( Bat activities at night), Bruce kisses Christine goodbye when he goes to work. It was so domestic in its weird little ways.

But you didn't fit in.

They laughing and the jokes stopped whenever you walked into the room. The conversations were stale.

It was depressing.

It's not like they ignored you, oh no. That would've been preferable.

No half of them trip over their feet to try and include you in whatever they're doing.

Dick will turn blue chatting your ear off about whatever he thinks will get you to open up to him and Christine?

She will bend over backwards, frontwards, and sideways just to get you to acknowledge she gave birth to you. Every night she comes into your room and tries to talk to you about your life. And every question is met with a dull answer

"So any boys that catch your interest here?" " I don't know, I can't leave the premises"

"Were you in any sports? You look like you'd be a cheerleader like your momma!" " I was in mathletes and debate like Pepper"

"You really are beautiful my baby" "Thanks, everyone says I look like my dad"

It really was a struggle to get you to open up. Almost everyone at the manor had a hard time even starting a conversation with you.

Everyone except of course Alfred and surprisingly Jason Todd.

Alfred won you over as soon as you moved in. He vouched for you when you needed time alone and brings you snacks>

Jason is a whole different story.

See, the reason why it's so hard for everyone to talk to you is because they all refuse to acknowledge the elephant in the room. They're treating you like you were some other orphan Annie they decided to adopt and you just have no family waiting and missing you.

Jason doesn't.

In fact, it was him who caught you trying to sneak out of the mansion the first week you were there. Instead of scolding you or telling on you, he took you out.

"A cap and sunglasses? Kid, that's not a disguise."

"What do you mean?"

He took you to a diner he frequents, a tour of the rooftops to avoid people, and to the safe house he took over from Bruce.

"Tell me about your life." He demands, not asks.

You smile and tell him about it. Your life growing up with the Avengers, school and what major you're going for, that brief fling you had with Pietro before you had to move to Gotham.

It was nice. To be with someone that didn't want to change you. He didn't try to force you into forgiveness and let you vent. He even gave some pretty sound advice.

"You know, at some point you are going to forgive her." He says ignoring your indignant stare, " You don't gotta be bestfriends with her or anything, but that anger is going to either slowly consume you or slowly go way. And believe me, you want it to slowly go way."

And he was right in some ways. The longer you're there, the less anger there is and the more hurt replaces it. It festers inside you like some disease. The symptoms slowly leaking out every time one of them calls her mom.

Every night she comes into your room and tries to pry into your life as if she didn't voluntarily leave it, you feel it.

Everytime you see her brush Cassandra's hair out of her eyes, or kiss damian on the forehead. It's the gentle way she smiles whenever she sees Tim hyperfocused on mission reports, and the way she gets so excited whenever Dick or Jason walk through the front door. Hugging them and chiding them for not visiting more.

It hurts you that they truly are a family.

And after a while, it gets hard for you to try and say that you truly didn't give a shit.

Because honestly, you did

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Life in the City 2

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bad friends, creep behaviour, abuse of power dynamics, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You move to the big city and find yourself swallowed up by its chaos.

Characters: Clark Kent, Thor Odinson, short!reader

Note: A brief reprieve from the snakish prince.

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You nurse your glass of wine. You're not much of a drinker, you mostly brought it for Melanie. Despite her agitation, she seems to be enjoying it. She snuggles up to Clark as you sit awkwardly at the other end of the couch.

You really shouldn't be here. The longer you sit in silence and pretend to care about the movie, the more you think of leaving. You definitely crashed their party and they're not being very subtle.

You reach for a handful of popcorn to busy yourself. The crunch blocks out Melanie's shameless whispers. She doesn't get much back but she doesn't give up. You can't find an exit plan that isn't completely obvious.

Finally, she quiets down upon getting a grunt from Clark. She nestles against him and rests her head on his shoulder as he drapes an arm over her. You can't help the pang of loneliness. You're not jealous, it's just been a while since you had someone to snuggle aside from your stuffed hippo.

You sit back as you swallow down the last of the kernels with a swig of wine. You put the wine glass on the glass coaster Melanie kept reminding you of. As the evening sets in, the room is only lit with the glow of the television. The haze of colours and alcohol itches on your eyelids.

You yawn and plant your elbow on the armrest, leaning into it as you tilt your head. Your lashes close, only for a moment before you twitch. You feel a tickle on your hip. You lift your head slightly and peer down from the corner of your vision.

Is he... touching you? Maybe it's a mistake or he doesn't realise he's doing it. You freeze, mortified. You should clear your throat or move or something...

You can't. His fingertips brush down your thigh and back up it, lingering just along the curve of your ass. You reach for your wine and he rescinds his hand, curling his arm around Melanie as she gives a delighted moan.

What was that? You're overthinking this. He probably thought it was her. Somehow. You're not sure. He's a nice guy, a stranger still, he wouldn't just touch you.

You drain the last of your wine and stand up, "just gonna pop into the bathroom."

"Whatever," Melanie dismisses as she rubs Clark's chest. 

You don't look at him but you swear you can feel his gaze on you. You circle around the back of the couch and find your way to the bathroom. You close yourself in and shake the jitters from your nerves.

You're tired and you don't know if it even happened. You've been drinking and maybe just maybe you're a little tipsy. Well, at least the movie is almost done. You can try to catch the last bus or turn in for the night if Melanie lets you have the couch.

You get yourself together and go back out. As you near the couch, Melanie and Clark quickly part, their sloppy kiss ending in a pop. You try not to give away your discomfort and resume your seat, pressing yourself against the armrest as small as you can.

"I'm getting tired, sweetie," Melanie whines.

"The movie's not done," his voice is rocky and low.

"I've seen it," she pouts.

"Well, I haven't. If you want to lay down, I'll be in when it's over," he says coolly but not unkindly.

"You can finish it tomorrow," she simpers.

"Hon, you got a friend here," he reminds her, "don't be rude."

He looks at you and sends you a smile you barely glimpse as you shy away.

"I never even invited her," she hisses under her breath.

"Go to bed, Mel," he retorts, his timbre steady, "you've had too much wine."

"I haven't had enough," she snarls.

"Honey," he softens his tone, "remember what we talked about."

She's quiet as she stares at him. You can only see the back of her head. She sniffs and leans in to kiss his cheek, "sure, sweetie, I'll be in bed..." she stands, tickling his jawline, "waiting for you.”

You give a sheepish ‘good night’ but she doesn't answer, or even look your way. You dip your chin down, embarrassed by her indifference and turn your focus back to the television. Well, not much longer and you can hide in the dark and wait for morning.

Clark bends forward to take the bowl of popcorn off the table. He sits back and offers you some as he sidles a bit closer. You shake your hand and murmur, “no thanks.” All the salt and butter is already curdling in your tummy.

He shoves a few kernels in his mouth and chews as he watches the screen. You don't enjoy it as much now. Your nostalgia sears away as the tension rises between you and him. The kiss that should be a resolution is suddenly awkward and cringe worthy.

“So,” he swallows, “how long have you known Melanie?”

His voice is like thunder in the lull. You rub your arm, his shadow lurking at the edge of your eye line as you keep your head straight. You clear your throat, “for a while… since high school.”

“Oh, wow, she never mentioned you,” he says, “what's that like ten years or something.”

“About that,” you answer. 

“I mean, don't know why it wouldn't have come up. A friend who brings snacks? That's the best kind,” he puts the popcorn down and grabs one of the coloured napkins to wipe his fingertips.

“Um, I stayed… back in our hometown. Went to school in the next city but lived at home so… just moved here to see what it's really like,” you shrug.

“Oh, just got here? How are you liking it?”

“It's… blurry,” you chuckle nervously. Didn't he want to see the end? He's talking over the whole thing.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” he stretches his arm across the back of the couch as he reclines. He sets his knees wide as his hand rests just behind your head. “I grew up on a farm. When I got here, I was so lost.”

“A farm?”

“Oh, yeah, big wake up call, but there's not much fodder for journalism in a field,” he snorts.

“Right, you're a journalist?”

“Sure am, with The Daily Planet. Little magazine you may have heard of.”

You blanch and nearly slap yourself, “Daily Planet? Clark… Kent?”

“Ha, so you've heard of me.”

“Yeah, uh, I…” you pause. He's older than you expected but you're not surprised. Melanie always had a type. “I wrote a review of your work in my undergrad.”

“You did?” He sounds amused as he leans a bit closer.

“Sure, well, we had to choose a contemporary writer…”

“I'm flattered. You did journalism?”

“Not exactly, it was just one class,” you wilt into the armrest.

“So what do you do?”

“Well, not what I studied,” you sigh, “I work a desk job. Data analysis.”

“Riveting stuff,” he kids and nudges you playfully when you don't laugh. “You know, Mel never mentioned she grew up in a small town. She always just seemed like she was from around here.”

“Uh, yeah, well, she hated the place so…” you scratch your chin as the hest crawls up your face. “How long have you and her, er, been dating?”

“Well, three months officially. Before were were just ‘having fun’,”he brings his hands up to curl his fingers in quotation, “that's what she called it anyway.”

“Oh, well uh, she seems to really like you,” you utter dumbly.

“Yeah, I think so,” his smirk is laced in his tone.

The room goes completely quiet and suddenly the drum track begins. You watch the credits roll as Clark faces the television. He laughs, “oops, guess I wasn't paying attention.”

He drags his arm from the back of the couch as he stands, his hand grazing your shoulder. He stretches and you notice the hem of his shirt lift, a peek of his muscled stomach above the elastic of his sweatpants. You quickly dart your eyes in the other direction. 

“I should… go check on her, but can I get you anything? Water? Help dilute the wine?” He offers.

“Er, well, no, I can get some myself. I’d hate to infringe–”

“Well, I wouldn’t ask if it was a problem,” he says.

“Really, it’s fine, I think I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

He nods and glances towards the hall, “you know, it didn’t bother me having you here. I’m sorry about her.”

“You don’t have to…”

“I know she forgot. She’s done it to me too. Before we were… official,” he says the last word with punctuated syllables.

“Oh, I’m sorry–”

“See, it’s not that hard to apologise so, I’ll make sure she does,” he interjects, “and I’ll let you settle down. It’s late and I’m sure you’re exhausted. Coming all the way here after work. You really went out of your way and I had a great night. Thanks.”

“Er, yeah, sure,” you murmur, “thanks for… joining in.”

He reluctantly leaves you as you watch him with bated breath. You’re so frigging awkward. You wait until you hear the bedroom door shut before you get up, taking the wine glass with you.

You go to the kitchen and rinse out the glass, refilling it with fresh water. You bring it back to the living room and move a pillow against the armrest, pulling down the fluffy throw onto the cushions. You shut off the television and tuck yourself in, the blanket too short, even for you.

What a lame Friday night. You could’ve had more fun alone.

🌆

It takes a bit for you to even feel tired. Your body is achy and sore but your mind is racing. Finally, you manage to close your eyes for more than a few minutes. You roll over to face the back of the couch and nestle into the pillow. You yawn as you feel yourself drifting.

A high pitch leaks into your ears. You twitch and your lashes flutter. It’s just the pipes or a siren somewhere in the distance. The city sure is loud. You hear it again, something more akin to a squeak.

You shift onto your back as your stomach tingles. You cover your face with your arm and try to ignore the irritating sound but it just doesn’t stop. Your eyes snap open as you rip your arm off your head, realising what it is.

The soft low growls in return, the steady tap against the wall… it’s not the pipes or a siren. It’s Melanie. And Clark. They’re… 

You flip the pillow over your head and bend your arm around it, blocking out the noise. Just when you think you can’t get any lower. You’ve been there before. The third wheel, the wing woman. High school was just you standing against the wall as Melanie made out with boys at a party you weren’t even invited to.

Maybe things haven’t changed that much. Maybe it’s that you didn’t see what was right in front of you. The one friend you thought you had, forgets you just like everyone else. This whole thing was a mistake. Moving to the city just so you can be her tag-along.

You wallow in your self-pity and sink down into your unconscious. The world slips away from you as your dreams ripples with muddy colours. You feel as if you're floating, bobbing on soft waves, disoriented and dazed.

You wake to the clink of glass. You groan as your head aches, the cushions stiff and unforgiving. Your neck is knotted just above your shoulders. You rub your cheek and stay as you are, still under the pillow as you get your bearings. You remember where you are and cling to the dregs of sleep in your eye.

Cool air tinges your skin, your leg hooked over the blanket. You hug the crumpled throw as the night seeps icily though your pajamas. The thin short set speckled in the little red hearts offer little warmth. You reach back to pull the shorts to your thigh as it rides up and tilt onto your back.

As you do, you sense a shadow over you. You peek under the slits of your eyelids and see a figure standing just a few feet from the other end of the couch. Long breaths blow into the air. It’s too large to be Melanie. It’s him. Is he watching you?

You can’t move. You’re paralysed in horror. Why is he just standing there? Goosebumps raise on your skin. You feel a whisper against your hip where he touched you earlier. It just can’t be that. He’s too nice.

You don’t know what to do so you close your eyes and lay completely still. You measure your breath as you wait. There’s a soft thunk as he sets down a glass on the table by the armrest and walks up the side of the couch.

Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move…

He tugs on the throw and spreads it over you as best he can. His fingers drag up your arm and he lingers, stroking your cheek as you resist the urge to pull away. He lets out a low growl and lumbers away, swiping up his glass as he goes.

You let your eyes open and catch a glimpse of his silhouette. His back is bare and thickly corded. The moonlight limns his muscles just before he disappears into the hall. You shudder as you release the heavy breath from your chest.

The bedroom door snaps shut as you clutch the blanket tight. It starts again. Melanie’s moans, Clark’s grunts, and the knocking of the bed frame. Quicker than before, almost furious. You just want this night to end.

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[sebsbarnes]

phantom pain || pietro maximoff

pietro maximoff x reader

summary: i'm jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin, it's closer than my hands have been

warnings: insecurities, none really?? (i think)

word count: 2.9k+ ; angst, comfort

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a/n: this is a rewrite of a bucky fic i wrote 6 years ago but now much longer, better, and for pietro. sorry for grammar/editing mistakes that are prob here but still enjoy

pietro knew you had been hiding something. he had known you for three years and had been dating you for almost two. over the course of the months and weeks spent with the other he had grown accustomed to your silent cues. the silence that would consume you when tony's party carried on too late and you desperately wished to exit or when you performed poorly during training and steve berated you with tips. but mostly the silence that would linger around you when you were alone. not all the time, no, but there were times when pietro could feel and see the physical shift in your body language.

he never wanted to pry not as a friend or a boyfriend. pietro understood that every avenger has a past life, one that the others are unaware of. though he loved playing back the memories of his childhood and his parents, he too would shift into a silent shell of a person and he would want nothing more than to be left alone and not questioned. pietro loved the abilities he had but some days he wondered whether the extreme heat of his body or the slow-moving world around him actually made him sad. life was no longer normal, his body was no longer normal, nothing was normal.

this is exactly how you felt. the tragedies in your life were sometimes unbearable and if you could disappear you would but you had so much to be thankful for. if it wasn't for the accident you wouldn't be an avenger, you wouldn't have the friends you have, you wouldn't experience even half of what you've had now, and you wouldn't have pietro, the love of your life. at the end of the day you were alive and more than often, incredibly happy.

but there were those times you fell into silence over your newfound life, mainly the consequences of the accident. your memory still struggled, you were weak for a very long time, and when the weather got too cold you could feel the ache in your bones. you weren't like the rest of the avengers who possessed special abilities or were highly skilled in combat. three and a half years ago you were a normal person. you had a normal life, job, family, and friends, up until the accident. and every day the phantom pain reminds you of what was taken.

it was winter when you first met all the avengers. they all lived together and after you recovered from the accident, tony wanted you here, to live here. you protested the idea for a while claiming that tony's generosity was far too much. he had already saved you from the accident and offering a space to live and a job was incredulous, but after much debate you agreed. that first day you silently sat in the corner of the room while all the avengers had a meeting. you swayed back and forth in the rolling chair, taking in the information and occasionally stealing glances at a silver-haired man.

"and this is (y/n)!," tony exclaimed, "our newest friend here so please for the love of god be kind during the acclamation period. i'm already prematurely greying and i don't need anymore."

the meeting was over and one by one the avengers came to greet you, offering their names and welcomes and soon the silver-haired man approached you.

pietro stuck his hand out to shake yours. he found it odd that despite the room being almost swelteringly hot from the heater, you still had your gloves on.

"i'm pietro."

it was about three weeks later you found yourself sitting with pietro, clint, steve, and natasha. everyone was sitting on the couch talking about whatever topic you possibly could conjure up. there was a lull in conversation before clint spoke up.

"hey," he said turning towards you, "why do you have gloves on?"

it was as if clint never spoke and without missing a beat you stood up, looking down at pietro, "wanna help me finish building my desk?"

pietro hesitated a moment, eyes flickering over to clint, "of course."

pietro had come to learn not to question why you covered your hands in those first few months. any mention of you hiding them was never met with an answer. he was protective of you and he felt himself falling for you each day, and you the same. the two of you did a lot together, you cooked, clean, went out, watched movies, almost everything together and you loved it. it felt like home here and pietro felt like home.

it was a big dinner, the night you finally took your gloves off. there was no special reason why, to be frank, you just decided to no longer be embarrassed.

"c'mon kid we all got something weird about us. i play in a suit all day, cap runs around in tights, pietro is faster than the speed of light, and parker shoots webs... from his hands!" tony ranted on.

you sighed, "i know. i just feel weird on top of this because i am still new here."

"we all have been new," tony started, inspecting your hands one final time, "no one will judge you, kid, but take it at your own pace. you don't owe anyone nothing. well, maybe except me," he winked.

only two hours later you were all seated at the big table with everyone to eat. from tony, to pietro, to thor, to natasha, to sam, everyone was here. next to you was tony and rhodey, pietro across from you pulling funny faces while the food was served out. you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap trying to stall picking up the fork and knife. everyone had started eating and chatting amongst the group when you finally lifted your arms to the table and started cutting into the chicken.

pietro watched as you shifted in your seat, your forearms coming to rest on the white cloth and your fingers wrapping around the fork and knife. the first time he has ever seen your hands.

your metal hands.

after that night there were murmurs throughout the crew about the state of your hands. people were confused why someone who led a normal life ended up with metal hands, similar to bucky's arm. the word accident had floated through the air but you never commented on it.

winter had turned into spring that ended all too quickly and now it was the dead of summer. the day was slow and pietro was bored and craving movement. his head was hanging over the arm of the couch, his silver hair hung to the floor.

"want to get ice cream?" he asked.

"it's like you read my mind," you grinned swiping your wallet off the counter.

you and pietro wandered around town aimlessly before stopping at the ice cream shop. he admired the way you threw your head back in laughter and the way you covered your mouth when he said something outlandish. even though pietro's body ran warm he could feel the increasing heat spread throughout his cheeks each time you shot him a smile and his name rolled off your lips.

in an instant, he thought he ruined it all when he reached out and wrapped his fingers in yours. he felt your fingers twitching and the way you misstepped.

"i'm sorry," accent thick as he retracted his hand.

you smiled softly at him before gently grabbing his hand, "don't be."

it was that day over a hot fudge sundae that you told pietro what had happened. it was a horrible car accident early in the winter before you met the avengers. there were several cars and buses involved. not only did you lose your hands that day but your family. tony was also in this accident, his car had actually collided with yours, though his vehicle wasn't the one that caused your injuries. he had rushed to help you and immediately took on a parental role when he observed the condition of everyone else in the car. you were bruised and bloody with several fractured bones, but mainly, every bone in both your hands were shattered beyond repair. tony took you to his doctors where you all came to the difficult decision that your hands had to go, but tony offered you a solution. to replace the once skin and bones with metal.

pietro listened the entire time letting you go on and on to which you apologized for being boring. 'no dragă' he would whisper and you continued on with his thumb running over your knuckles. the gesture comforted you but the voice in the back of your head nagged that it was out of pity.

the months began to fly past faster than you could imagine. you and pietro were inseparable. anytime the members walked past the two of you they'd fake gag or pretend to cry. once wanda had muttered under her breath how she never thought pietro would actually date someone. you would only get shy over it and pietro found it amusing and would pinch at your cheeks. it was only when the two of you officially started dating when pietro would notice the different type of silence you'd fall into.

he would sometimes catch you sitting on the edge of your bed staring at your hands the features on your face contorted with disgust.

"what is the matter?" he questioned.

"oh nothing," you sighed with a fake smile, placing your hands beside you.

or the times pietro noticed the way you hesitated before touching him.

"am i that scary dragă?" pietro joked with a sickly smile.

your features would soften and the lines between your brows disappeared, "the most terrifying," you winked.

or the times pietro saw the way you gazed at other people's hands when they came into contact with pietro.

"doesn't his hair look good like this?" wanda asked you as she finished braiding her brother's hair. the two of them looking at you in the mirror.

you didn't respond right away. you were too distracted watching the way her fingers weaved their way through his silver hair and grazed his scalp while pulling hair into its pattern. with the most pitiful smile, you responded.

"amazing."

pietro knew that eventually, you would confide in him over the way you viewed your hands. he didn't want to overstep, that wasn't the relationship the two of you had. the late nights pietro spent shaking under the blankets from nightmares, you never asked him. you held him close to you and hummed a small tune to calm him down and you did that every night without fail. one day over breakfast he finally confided in you over the terrors that haunted his dreams.

what pietro didn't expect was that today on your second anniversary was the day you would finally scream your frustrations out. the two of you weren't doing anything special and nor did you want to. all the avengers insisted you at least leave home and do something for a little while. that's why you found yourselves lazily walking around a park, hand-in-hand, arms swinging and shoulders bumping. the sound of laughter echoed through the park and you swore the leaves shook. you were happy, beyond happy. pietro and you were madly in love and there wasn't one thing you could wish for, maybe.

suddenly the wind picked up and the dark clouds rolled above and unleashed raindrops that were nearly the size of baseballs.

"oh my god!" you squealed.

"it is so cold!" pietro laughed loudly.

you were squinting through the pouring rain, your hair and clothes plastered to your skin, pietro was dancing around in a circle with his tongue out in hopes of catching the water. pietro grabbed onto your forearms pulling you into him.

"you look so cute right now," he yelled over the thunderous rain.

"don't be silly! i look like a mess!" you giggled slightly swatting at his chest.

pietro leaned in and kissed you on the cheek. his smile growing wider as if his mouth was a plant and the rain was helping it grow. his fingers brushed the hair out of your face and kissed you once more on the forehead.

"there's so many droplets on your lashes!" you exclaimed. pietro watched your lips pull into a smile. the sun wasn't out but he could've been fooled by the way your eyes shined at him. he watched as you lifted your hand to brush the droplets off, and then suddenly, it all changed.

pietro watched as your smile dropped into parted lips of disgust and shame, your eyebrows pulled together in the middle, and rain was no longer the only thing running down your face. you faltered in your step backward and pietro reached out to steady you but you pulled back further. it was like you were a toy and your batteries had just run out you were so still.

"b-baby what is wrong?" the worried etched onto his face was almost painful.

"i'm jealous," you cried, your bottom lip shaking violently.

pietro shook his head, "my love what is going on? you are worrying me."

you lifted your hands in front of your face, your eyes trailed down every finger and across your palm to the back of your hand. the small metal panels almost mocking you as you could see your eyes reflect back at you. at this moment pietro started to piece together all the instances in the past.

"i can't feel you," you wallowed, "i can't feel your skin, pietro. my hands!" he watched as you stretched your arms out to show him your hands as if he'd never seen them before.

"i'm envious of everything that can feel you! the rain, your clothes, everyone else, but not me, i can't! do you know how badly i want to feel the texture of your hair or the tears you cry or-or the skin on your lips and i can't! i crave the feeling of you and i'll never get to know that. i want to feel the plastic of a pen or grass between my fingers or the calluses of training too hard and i'll never get that again. the phantom pain i have will never be as painful as never being able to hold you with my real hands."

as your cries grew louder the storm cleared up to let you have the stage. you stood in front of pietro as the shell of the person he would see those times you were alone silently observing your hands. even though he wasn't the one yelling, he felt as if his own vocal chords were being shredded, he could feel the chambers in his heart slowly start to shut down one by one, and the burn in his eyes was almost blinding.

he slowly stepped towards you cautious not to make you jerk backwards again. the tears in each of your eyes seemed to sync up and roll down together. pietro gently grabbed your hand, grateful that you let him, and held it to his cheek.

"this, my love, this is me. this is the me that only you will know and no one else. it is not the same as everyone else but different much like us," he said gently, his other hand gesturing between your bodies, "if i could do anything in the world, no matter the cost, to help with your hands i would and i am so sorry i cannot," pietro was now holding your face in his hands.

"but i want you to know i love you for everything that you are and i always will. no matter what the future has in store for us, in my heart, you will always be first. and- and i know there are other reasons why you dislike your hands but i never want to be the reason that you dislike something about yourself. maybe i can talk to mr. stark, yeah?" he pondered nodding his head rapidly, "maybe we can figure something out and give your hands an upgrade. maybe he knows someone?"

you sniffled, looking lovingly at pietro who was trying to think of any possibility even though you both had discussed in the past that there was nothing that could be done for your hands. that day tony saved you was the best opportunity you could get to help your hands and nothing in the world could beat it.

"i love you so much pietro, you are everything i could ask for in a boyfriend and more," you spoke, resting your face further into his hands.

pietro ran his hands across your shoulders and down your arms to hold onto your wrists. he brought your hand up to his face and placed a delicate kiss to your fingertips until all ten were loved. pietro pulled you into a hug, one palm resting flat against your spine and the other holding the back of your head. you leaned into his chest and let your ear listen to the thump of his heart. the two of you stood there motionless. minutes passed by and neither of you dared to move. to an unobservant eye, you two could've passed as a statue. two lovers forever memorialized in the dusk of the sky, the rain puddles collecting at your feet, and a love story forever admired over.

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ch.17: Hudson

Steve Rogers x OFC fic • squeeze your eyes for a Bucky Barnes x (2nd) OFC

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The second Hivemind chip laid on the kitchen aisle between Chloe and Bucky, still half glowing. Chloe suspected proximity would be a thing between her and that chip. She, however, was a little more preoccupied staring at the man on the other side of the isle. With an elbow propped on the isle and her cheek on one palm, she stared endlessly at the man who had yet to make a sound. For a man who was renowned as a ladies' man, and the life of a party, it was very strange seeing his grim face in person.

"You are driving the Hivemind crazy," she remarked suddenly. "And for the first time, it's not a massive migraine." Her eyes briefly flickered down to the tech piece. "Now how does that work?" Just yesterday when she held the piece on her palm, it drove her insane to the point she had to let it drop. But now here she was, hearing multiple whispers about the danger estimate the now ex-Winter Soldier posed to her. It was significantly low.

Bucky would hate to admit it but her endless, yet calm, stare made him uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because now he could be aware of it. Things seemed to be changing slowly for him but the fact remained that they were changing. He would have to adjust as each thing happened.

"I don't get it," Chloe spoke again, "Why would you come to me and not, I don't know, your best friend?"

Bucky turned his head away from her. "Too much," he said, plain and simple.

Chloe chuckled, yet again not the reaction he was expecting. "Steve Roger's too much? Yeah, I can see that, but he does want to find you. And not to hurt you or put you in prison or anything like that. He wants to help you." She gauged Bucky's reaction to the news but he was damn good at being stoic.

"I need stories," he reiterated. "It's not safe here."

"Yeah, it's not safe pretty much anywhere," Chloe corrected him. "But listen, whatever you got going on, I'm not a threat and you know it."

There weren't many things that came to Bucky's mind yet, but there was one thing that separated Chloe from him and the others. "We're playthings of HYDRA," he said and watched Chloe stiffen. ""

"They're gone," Chloe said, whispered.

"One faction," Bucky clarified. "But there are more."

She cocked her head to the side. "Do you know the exact number?"

"Plenty."

"What about locations?"

Once more, he shrugged and gave a half answer. "Everywhere."

Her face went flat. "Wow, so helpful."

With a heavy sigh that almost sounded like a groan, Bucky straightened up and swiped the tech piece from the counter. "This is all you should care about. It's the only payment you want, I'm sure."

There came a slight challenging expression to her face. "Don't presume to know me!" Just like that, she plucked the chip right out of his hand. She smirked at his surprise. "I didn't require any payment because I know the shit history you have. I would've helped anyways, albeit with some caution. You want extensive stories? I don't have them but I can offer what I do have." She placed the chip on the counter, making a gesture for him to take it back if he wanted to. She meant what she said. "You know I once looked into Steve's head. Poor thing was so fragile in the beginning that he couldn't hide everything. Things slipped out and you know what I saw in a lot of his memories? His best friend. You."

Bucky didn't know why it was so hard all of a sudden to swallow.

"You guys were inseparable back then," Chloe went on, "Steve would get himself into so many fights and you would always bail him out. That's like me and Seren. She bailed me out so many times. She's always been the adult between us. Between you two boys, I don't know who the adult was." She cracked a smile at Bucky, though she didn't expect anything like that from him. "My point is that I can give you stories but I can't give them to you with the same feelings and context that Steve would."

"I don't need feelings right now," Bucky said quietly. "I just...I need information. Pieces. I can't...handle anything else right now."

"Okay," Chloe nodded. She could understand that. He didn't want to overwhelm himself right now. "What do you want to know?"

~ 0 ~

The moment that Steve spotted the two-story house that was just a bit farther from the other houses, he knew it was Seren's. As beautiful as the house was—and it really was—he couldn't help but feel that pang of his heart knowing the whole point of the house's distance was to keep Seren safe and her powers a secret. In the long run, it just helped isolate her from the world. Still, once he got out of the car and saw Seren waiting for him on the front porch with the biggest grin on her face, he pushed away all those thoughts.

"Hey," he greeted her ever so casually as he walked up to the porch with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

Seren was smiling from ear to ear when he reached her. "Hey, soldier."

Steve swore that the sunset's orange and gold hues were hitting Seren in just the right angle, making her seem like she was glowing. The light reflected from her bright ginger hair and her green eyes twinkled with adoration. My God, she was beautiful. And she was his.

He remembered he was holding flowers and held them out to Seren. "I, uh, I wondered if it's too old-fashioned…" He said with a bashful smile, knowing that his words were true. Things were outrageously different now and while he was all about getting modernized, he couldn't help feel like some old things were still good.

"Not at all," Seren said, eagerly accepting her bouquet from him. "These are beautiful," she said as she breathed them in.

Steve specifically chose a collection of sunflowers, bright orange lilies, and pink roses. All bright and shining, just like his shining star. "They reminded me of you," he told her.

"Ah, lovey, you shouldn't have," Seren said with a noticeable blush on her face. "But I'm a tiny bit glad that you did!" She took another whiff of the flowers and sighed with content. "Yup, definitely glad you did. Thank you." She leaned over and pressed a kiss on his lips. "I'm really glad you're here," she murmured against his lips.

"Me too," Steve agreed. He wrapped his arms around her for a tight hug. Everything around them was quiet save for the soft rustling of leaves. As much as he wanted to conduct the search for Bucky and help Chloe get better, he couldn't wait to spend some nice, peaceful days with Seren. It was why Sam practically shoved him into his own car and told him to get the hell out of New York for a while.

"I'm sorry for being a bit late but I'm here and I'm all yours," he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

She pulled away enough to tilt her head up at him. "I have some plans," she announced.

He held her chin with a few fingers. "Ready when you are, ma'am." Her giggle was muffled with his kiss.

"We can go out tomorrow, it's kind of late. Plus…" she reached for hand, "You cannot get away from my parents." She giggled again when Steve let his head drop.

"Do I have to?" he mumbled. The nerves were piling on his shoulders thinking about the inevitable.

"Yes! Isn't this stuff you guys used to do in the past anyways?"

"I have never done it. I never got that far!"

"You don't have to worry about it, lovey." She leaned forwards to kiss his cheek. "You have them in your pockets already. You'll be just fine!" With a few more kisses, she was able to convince him to come into the house with her.

Her parents weren't in the living room so Steve could breathe for another minute and hopefully prepare himself. He noted the decently big living room that had a bit of a classic style to it. The more he studied it, the more it reminded him of the cabin he went away to after first waking up. It was very homey. There were olive green couches and one matching couch chair set around each other with a glass table between them. The fireplace at the end was decorated with so many portraits it looked like just one gust of wind would knock them down like a row of dominoes. Gold drapes were pulled to the sides in each of the three windows to allow the sun in.

"This is home…" Seren said awkwardly beside him as she rocked back and forth on her feet.

Steve looked down at her. "It's really nice. This is where you grew up?" She nodded. "It's very big…"

"Yeah," she sighed. "I honestly think my parents were originally planning on having more kids but, um…" She raised her free hand, turning her palm over to create a small glowing sphere of star matter. "I think once they got a really good taste of my childhood, they decided one was enough."

Steve took her hand, making the energy fade away. He brought her hand up to his lips for a kiss. "You don't know that," he said, but Seren knew he was just trying to make her feel better.

Luckily, or maybe unfortunately, she heard her mother calling from the kitchen. "Are you both in?"

"She sounds like you," Steve commented as Liana kept calling. "Or I guess you sound like her." Seren shook her head at him.

Liana came in shortly after since she was getting any response. "Well hello," she greeted the pair with a big smile. "We've been waiting…"

"Mom," Seren warned.

"What? I meant a general 'we've been waiting'," shrugged Liana, sighing at her daughter's dramatics. She turned her complete attention to the man beside her and smiled. Steve noticed that she didn't have Seren's trademark dimples. That must be a trait from her father.

"Ma'am," Steve held a hand out to Liana. She shook his hand for a short moment but it was all Steve needed to feel the same type of strength that Seren had. These were the things he hadn't had a chance to notice the last time they saw each other. They were all focused — he was focused on Seren and her wellbeing in the hospital.

"Liana Soul," the woman introduced herself. "And you really don't need an introduction—history's taken care of that."

"Yeah, I suppose it has." What more could Steve say? Everything about him was in the history books, and even museums now.

"Doesn't go to your head, does it?" Liana teased with a small chuckle to follow.

"No, ma'am," he said quickly, alarmed at the idea that they could think that.

Seren gripped his hand as if she'd read his mind. "He could never," she said with all the certainty in the world.

"Steve, you didn't bring any bags?" Liana asked when she noticed his hands were practically free of any such luggage.

"Oh, I left it in the car!" Steve jerked a thumb over his shoulder. He'd completely forgotten about it when he saw Seren on the porch.

"That's alright, we can get it later," Liana waved it off. "Would you like something to drink?"

"That would be nice, thank you," Steve nodded.

Liana turned to lead the way. "And maybe put those nice flowers in a vase…"

Seren gushed at her bouquet all over again. "Aren't they pretty?"

"They are. You know your father made the mistake of getting me poppies?" Liana shuddered.

"You don't like poppies?" Steve asked curiously, making a mental note of it should he ever need to use the information.

Liana led them into the kitchen, going straight to the cabinets. "I'm allergic to them."

Steve's eyes widened. "Oh…"

"It wasn't pretty," Liana shuddered again. "I get raging hives with those things. Lovely human characteristic I got there. But don't worry, all you have to worry about is keeping Seren away from shrimp."

Steve looked down at Seren, his eyes still widened. "You're allergic to shrimp?" He had no idea about this. Why was he only now learning about this!?

"Don't worry, it's just shrimp," Seren assured him. "And I don't even like seafood that much anyways."

Liana groaned when she struggled to reach the vase she was looking for in the cabinet. "Dammit! Why does your father insist on putting things up on the higher shelves?"

"Because he says, and I quote, 'it's funny'," Seren said, suddenly shooting Steve a glare. "Don't you ever try to do that to me."

Steve smiled at her. "No worries." He was also sure it wouldn't matter because she could fly. Seeing Liana still struggling to reach the cabinet, he wondered if she too could fly. Whatever the answer was, he didn't care. He let go of Seren's hand to help Liana.

"Thank you," she sighed and pointed up to the vase in question. "That one, please."

He stretched a hand up to the shelf and easily pulled the vase down to the counter.

"Hey!" Brooks strode into the kitchen, stopping when he saw the vase on the counter and the flat face of his wife. His eyes went wide with realization. "Ooh...did I put that…?"

Liana's face was more than enough to scare anybody out of their wits. "Yeah."

"My bad," Brooks said, though his brief smile indicated something else. His eyes flickered to the bouquet in Seren's arms. "Those are nice! You know, the first time I bought her flowers—" he nodded at Liana, "—it turns out she was allergic to poppies."

"Yeah, Steve won't be making that mistake with me," Seren said proudly.

"Shrimp," Brooks still mentioned it to the man, seriously too.

"Already noted," Steve promised him. He gave Seren another look for keeping her allergy a secret, though she just took it with a giggle. Apparently, he wasn't as serious as he wanted to come off as.

"Good man," Brooks smiled then extended a hand forwards. "Brooks Soul."

"Steve Rogers," the blonde shook hands with Brooks. He took as much as he could from Brooks in the short span of the handshake. If he was correct, because he had only seen one picture for no more than a minute and he truly didn't notice a thing in the hospital, Seren had Brooks' natural curls when she had her long brunette hair. And the dimples. That was definitely Brooks too. The eyes were curious since Liana had hazel and Brooks a bright green. Seren had a mixture but her eyes had a stronger shade of green.

"Gotta say, it's an honor to meet you," Brooks chuckled, completely missing Seren's warning look.

Steve couldn't help but flush at the comment. He got those all the time but coming from Seren's father added a whole new layer of embarrassment.

"Dad, you promised."

"I was only saying," Brooks said, shrugging casually. "Sorry."

"It's alright," Steve assured. "I guess it's weird on both sides. I'm...supposed to be dead after all."

"Thank God you're not," Brooks pointed at him, then winked at his daughter who couldn't be any more mortified.

Liana reached for Seren's arm and tugged her towards the counter. "It's fine, Seren," she whispered while they transferred the flowers into the vase. "We're just happy, you see," she spoke in a normal volume so the others would hear. "Seren rarely comes home, much less for a couple days. I think this is actually the first time she's staying for more than two days. We want to soak up every chance we have with her and that includes the traditional embarrassing-your-daughter bit."

Seren turned away from the counter with a heavy sigh. "You're doing a phenomenal job." She met Steve's gaze. "Tell me things were different back then."

"They were," he said automatically, barely giving her a moment to bask in her point when he added, "They were worse."

"Ha," Brooks laughed. "I like him!"

"Shocker!" Seren huffed. She crossed her arms, refusing to undo them even when Steve came by her side to hug her.

"Careful, she's small but she has quite a temperament," Liana warned, ignoring whatever Seren muttered under her breath.

"Yeah, I wonder where she gets that from," Brooks cleared his throat as he sent Steve a sharp look. It wasn't too hard for Steve to make the connections.

Liana flashed a sarcastic smile at her husband. "Hush," she ordered and went into the fridge to retrieve those drinks she offered earlier.

"By the way," started Brooks, and for a second Seren dreaded what he would come up with next, "I finally sold the house on Gramercy street."

Liana gasped just as she pulled out a pitcher of something pink. "Really?"

"They're both realtors," Seren reminded Steve as the other two went on about the sale. "And yes, many dinner conversations were about new houses going on the market. And off the market."

"Better than some of the stories my mother sometimes had for me," Steve remarked. "She was a nurse, remember?"

"Oh, a brave job back then, and now of course…"

"Yeah…" As much as he didn't want to let it happen, the topic of his mother always got to him in the end. Even when it was a century later, the same thing happened.

Of course there was one big difference between now and back then and Steve was reminded when he felt Seren's arm wrapping around his. She looked up at him and a second later she had given him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Come sit down, you two," Liana ushered them to the table. "Seren, you know who your father sold the house to?"

"I'm eager to know," Seren playfully rolled her eyes as she grabbed one of the already poured drinks on the table for Steve.

"Kenna Vidal's parents," Liana said. It was curious for Steve to see Seren pause midway, his glass so close to him yet tightly gripped between Seren's fingers. The name must be important.

Seren blinked several times before she came back to the present. She cleared her throat, feeling her cheeks blush now that she was aware of her reaction. She set Steve's glass down in front of him.

"You okay?" He asked her.

"Mhm," she said much too quickly to be believed.

He decided to use their location as an advantage for the moment. He wasn't going to let her get away with shutting things away. "Who, uh, who is that?"

Luckily, her parents were on the same page.

"Kenna Vidal was the only friend that Seren ever brought home when she was younger," Brooks started to explain as he grabbed a chair for himself. "They were paired for several projects back in high school."

"She was the new kid," Seren said quietly, hands gripping the edge of the table. "And I never had a partner. Teachers saw the obvious arrangement."

"Oh, she was adorable," Liana gushed. She came by the table with a platter of fruit for them. "Incredibly smart too. Left for college on a scholarship."

"She was your friend, then?" Steve asked Seren. She seemed to find the table very interesting but the look on her face indicated there were many things running through her head.

"I don't know. I used to do my best to avoid her but she was always persistent. I liked her...I just didn't want to expose myself."

"You used to have fun with her," Liana said. "I used to listen to your conversations when you had her over. You were definitely friends."

"Thank you, Mom!" Seren exclaimed, shaking her head. "Happy to know that you were eavesdropping on my conversations!"

Liana shrugged her shoulders, humming as she went back to the cabinets.

Steve chuckled as he gave Seren a rub on her back. "I think that's universal. My mother used to do that with me and Bucky all the time. His mother too."

"How else are we supposed to know what you guys do?" Liana called from her spot. "You're all devils."

"I don't think Seren could ever be capable of that," Steve remarked but Brooks' scoff was enough to make him suddenly doubt.

Brooks had a piece of apple between his fingers. He pointed at his daughter with narrowed eyes. "You be careful with her, Captain. She's like her mother in that aspect. They know that their small stature is why people underestimate them."

"I pity the fool who ever underestimates Seren," Steve automatically said, eyes wide and all. She rolled her eyes at him and, like her mother, reintroduced the drinks.

~ 0 ~

Bucky wanted to know many things from his past life. As cloudy as his mind was, it didn't mean that the questions were minimal. There were so many things and it was hard deciding which ones to start with first. It was hard deciding which ones were the more important ones. It was hard prioritizing details of his life. But most of all, it was hard listening to them.

Chloe was gentle when she answered his questions, and apologized each time she came short with any the answers. Bucky appreciated it; none of this was her fault and yet she was trying her best to appease his curiosity.

"You were born in March," Chloe started talking when he'd fallen silent in one of his moments of thinking about more questions. She was kind enough to give him information she hadn't been asked about. He wanted baby steps; she could give baby steps. "I believe March 10. Definitely 1917, though. I remember because you're a year older than Steve. Did you remember that?" Bucky gave a slow, shake of his head. "I, uh, you were a Brooklyn boy. All your life too. Well, before the war."

"Yeah," he whispered. He could remember bits and parts of a life set in New York. He just had problems remembering what city.

Chloe watched him with curious eyes. She was actually being very patient because the truth is she was hardly ever patient with anything. "Do you...do you remember some things? I remember, um, back at the vault, they said you've been out of the cryo for too long. That means...you've had to remember at some point who you were."

"At some point," Bucky repeated. He was certain of the fact, he just didn't remember when. Everything was a coalition now that his mind would be free to reassess and process.

"Mm," was all Chloe said. She drummed her fingers over the isle, eyes squinting at Bucky.

He couldn't figure out what the hell she was staring at. Then, out of nowhere, she walked around him to the fridge. Bucky watched her take out an apple and plant it on the isle between them. Bucky looked at the apple with some confusion, and even more so when he looked up at Chloe who seemed to be waiting for her.

"What? It's a snack," she said. "I know Steve mentioned you guys used to waste outrageous money on hotdogs." She smiled. "I don't have those but I'm sure I can get them. That is, if you plan on sticking around long enough."

"I can't," Bucky began to argue, shooting her a glare when she snorted.

"Please, you're still in the aftermath of the battle. Your best option is to stay hidden within the walls of the last place they would ever think about." Chloe clicked her tongue as she pointed at herself. "At least for a while. I mean, who would ever suspect that we're together, right?"

Bucky shook his head. "I need to get far away from here."

"But where is that going to get you?" Chloe asked. "It doesn't matter how far you get away from here. You are—were—Hydra's best weapon. If they have a bunch of bases left, people left, one of them is going to come after you." She pushed the apple to his side. "You can stay here, no payment required of course."

Before Bucky could utter a word, Chloe's phone rang again. Bucky looked around, eyes immediately scouring for the phone.

"I have to answer," she said, eyes wide with emphasis. He seemed to be triggered by just about everything that made a noise. "If it's Tony, he's checking up on me and I think we both know what would happen if the first check-in doesn't go well?"

The logic was clear as day, or night in this case. "Don't say a word about me," Bucky warned, tone thick with a danger that Chloe wasn't about to tempt.

"Yeah, I know," she said before hurrying over to pick up her phone. Sure enough, Tony was calling. "Hello?"

'Kid, why does it take so long for you to pick up?'

"I was showering," Chloe said, turning for the kitchen, "Contrary to your olden age, you are not my father."

"No, I just pay for everything as if I were your father," Tony quipped. Chloe could just picture him smirking. "Who, by the way, doesn't do too shabby in the world of business."

Chloe's eyebrows furrowed. "What? Tony, did you look up my Dad?" She would be more offended, honestly, if she didn't already know Tony.

"Dad...mom...entire family, really," Tony said, ever so casually, "You're the baby aren't you? Two older brothers?"

"Tony!" Chloe snapped. "Don't go digging through my family! I'm not...I'm not ready for that!"

"You do realize that with Hydra gone you can see them again, right?"

Chloe swallowed hard and glanced at Bucky.

"They're gone."

"One faction. But there are more."

"No, I can't," Chloe said quietly. There was no way in hell she was ever going to lead HYDRA anywhere near her family. If they had stayed off HYDRA's radar this whole time, she wasn't going to tempt them.

"Baby steps, kid, I got it," Tony said. "But you are coming to the Tower tomorrow, right? Just like we agreed?"

"Yeah, of course," Chloe said, listening to him go on about some nonsense of tardiness. Before he was going to hang up, Chloe interjected, "Hey, um, any word on Steve?" She met Bucky's gaze, the latter having turned immediately. She pressed the speaker option just as Tony answered her.

"Last time I heard, he was with Twinkle Star in Hudson."

"Ah…" Chloe nodded slowly, sending a significant look at Bucky to understand. "And Sam?"

"Still in D.C. Why are you so interested? You finally want to talk to them?"

"No," Chloe said all too quickly, "I was just curious. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye kid, take care."

Chloe hung up and gestured towards Bucky. "There you go. Confirmation where Steve is. And if you try to leave the country, Wilson's going to know." She straightened up a minute later, swallowing hard. "The choice is ultimately up to you but I think I just kind of showed you your best option."

"You're not afraid?" Bucky sounded incredulous and disbelieving. It was hard to tell which one he leaned more on.

"Hell yeah, but I'm more afraid of what Hydra could do if they decide to continue what Pierce started," Chloe shrugged, this time however it was not as casual as before. "They're coming for you and if you're here...then at least we'll have backup close by. I don't have Steve or Seren this time but I have Tony Stark and he has all the powerful toys."

"Winters, you're not thinking straight…" Bucky started when she snorted.

"Tell me about it," she walked back into the kitchen. "My mind hasn't shut up ever since you pulled the damn chip out of my hand. Hydra didn't have a guidebook on that, did they?"

Bucky was less than amused with her. He walked, or rather strode, up to her and instead of inching away with his heavy steps, Chloe tilted her head up to meet him just in time. "Is this all a game to you?" he asked, "Because if it is, I'm out."

"I'm not stupid—you forget I've been on the run for years," she said earnestly. "You may be an ex-assassin, and you're definitely more skilled in weaponry and combat but I'm the one who's been running and hiding. Maybe I just don't want you to do that because I know that it doesn't lead you—"

"I don't care what you know!" snapped Bucky, eyes flashing with a heavy annoyance at her audacity.

"You should because I have a plan!" she exclaimed.

"I didn't ask you for one!"

"Well you should have because I have one! And I make really good plans!"

"You're not going to tell me what I want to know, are you?"

Chloe laughed humorlessly and stepped back from him. "Of course I am, whatever I know anyways. Scuse me for trying to help you out. Thought you could use it after 70 years of being on your own."

Bucky's eyebrows furrowed together. For all his training, he couldn't figure out her angle. "You don't have a plan," he stated.

She scoffed. Of course he would think that he was calling her bluff. "I do," she said, hands on her hips. "It may be in the drafts but I have one. And after I visit Tony, I'll have more. Tempting?"

It was Bucky's turn to scoff. "From you? Hard to believe."

She smiled. "Then you'll just have to stick around." She made a gesture towards the kitchen. "I'm going to get some exams done with Tony. Can't tell you more stories if my head isn't on right."

Now she was dangling the stories in his face. New annoyance filled his face. Bucky watched her walk away like nothing. She was...serious. And he...he was frustrated.

~ 0 ~

It wouldn't take long to lose Steve to her father, Seren just didn't expect it to be that early in the morning. Seren shouldn't be surprised at all, really. She should just be dead afraid that her father would say or do something that would have Steve running for the hills.

"God help me," she said to her mother when she returned to the kitchen.

Liana was giving their breakfast the last check-in before setting the table. She laughed at her daughter's concerned face. "Where are they?"

"In the den. Dad's showing him the old records," Seren shook her head.

"You loved those when you were little," Liana reminded her.

"Yeah, I did and still do, I'm just concerned that somehow it'll turn into an embarrassing story of me." Seren sank into an empty chair at the table and buried her face in her hands. "Or just something embarrassing in general."

Liana chuckled. "Well, you didn't bring a boy home when you were 16 so we've been holding it in for a long time now."

Seren groaned. "Of course," her words were muffled in her hands.

Liana chuckled again and came around Seren, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine."

"No offense but everything is so not fine and that's sort of why we're here," Seren said, dropping her hands on the table.

"But in the end, you are bonding," Liana said, "With Steve, and with us. And I am very thankful for this opportunity."

Seren looked at her mother softly. "...so am I," she admitted. Despite everything, it did feel nice being at home without the arguing.

From the den, Steve heard a faint echo of a laugh in the kitchen. Even at a distance Liana still sounded like Seren. Other way around, he reminded himself.

He shook off the thought to focus on what Brooks was saying. He couldn't afford to miss something important and then ruin what was turning out to be a good moment with Brooks. The small den was cozy and, surprisingly, full of old time records. Steve couldn't remember ever seeing a store with as many records as the ones that Brooks Soul owned.

"It's a collection I started when I was young," Brooks explained when he'd seen Steve's gawking face. "I didn't think I would actually get to have this many but…" He shrugged his shoulders, proudly smiling at his shelves. "I guess I did."

"This is amazing." Steve couldn't find another word for it. The shelves almost seemed cramped from the amount of records it sustained.

"Liana always threatens to throw some of them out," Brooks remarked, throwing a glance at the doorway as if the woman herself would soon come in to say those very words. "When Seren was little, she used to pull up her little step stool to the shelves and then stand on it with her arms stretched out as much as she could." Brooks laughed before he could finish. "She said she would protect my records from anything. I thank God she couldn't fly yet."

Steve smiled, his head bobbing to the side. "That sounds like Seren."

"She's helped me expand the collection, actually. Made herself a little expert on it." Brooks walked up to one of the shelves, hand stretching out to take one record out.

"She did?" It was finally clicking in Steve's head why Seren knew the exact records to recommend for him and when he saw the record player in the corner of the den, he knew it was also why she'd gifted such a good model to him too. It was her childhood seeping through.

"Oh yeah," Brooks had finally chosen a record. He gingerly carried it to the record player. "I taught her everything she knew and then when technology started advancing on us, she learned new things and then taught me. Funny how that works."

In a short minute, he'd started up the record player. A soft tune played in the air with a woman's voice.

"You'll want to take this one," Brooks said suddenly, startling Steve out of the song he was trying to place.

"What? Oh, no, I couldn't—"

"This is Seren's favorite," Brooks explained but paused for a second. He raised a finger then headed for the doors to close them. When he turned around, he was no longer smiling.

For a second, Steve wondered if he'd somehow angered the man.

"I know my daughter's not happy and she's not going to be happy staying here," Brooks said, unknowingly easing Steve's nerves. "Unlike my wife, I have always known that Seren is never going to stay in Hudson. I've tried convincing Seren mainly for Liana's sake but I know my daughter," he sighed, "And she's got too many stars in her sight to ever settle here. And that's fine. I just want her to be happy. And I want her to take something with her, wherever she goes, that she used to love at home. Carole King is one of those things."

"Why don't you just give it to her yourself?" Steve wondered out loud, soon his eyes widened in alarm. That sounded more snappy than he'd intended. "I mean—"

Luckily, Brooks just laughed. "Despite not seeing Seren much, I do know her. She'd never take a record from me. Has to come from you because then she can't get mad at either of us. Teamwork, Captain. It's how we survive these women."

Steve's lips twitched into a smile. That sounded a lot like a full welcome. Seren had told him a thousand times at least that her parents would of course accept him, but it was really nice hearing it come directly from one of them.

"Teamwork," he agreed.

Brooks seemed to want to say something more. His eyes once more flickered to the closed doors. "We have exactly 10 minutes before Seren, or Liana for that matter, comes in with the excuse that breakfast's ready."

Steve wouldn't put it behind Seren to get her mother to help her out. As nervous as he was being around her parents, sometimes it felt like she was having it worse.

"Can I ask you for a favor?" Brooks was cautious when he asked the question. "Regarding Seren?"

"Of course," Steve nodded, making himself ready to take on whatever Brooks wanted him to do.

"Like I said, I know Seren won't stay here. As much as Liana hates to admit it, Seren not staying here has nothing to do with S.H.I.E.L.D." Brooks exhaled a heavy sigh, though the tug of his lips into a smile seemed more resigned than anything. "Could you persuade Seren to come home more often?" He asked with a soft fatherly tone. "Call, maybe?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, yeah," nodded Steve again. "I can definitely do that."

"Don't feel obligated to," Brooks warned him, "And definitely don't do it if it causes problems between you two. The last thing I want is to further ruin my daughter's life."

"You didn't ruin it," Steve said firmly, "Things have, unfortunately, come across but Seren doesn't see it being yours, nor Liana's, fault."

"I can't change the past but I know where my faults are," Brooks said, shrugging with a sigh. "I would just like to see my daughter more often. She's my only child, after all."

"Of course," nodded Steve. "I think it would be very good for Seren too. She associates Hudson with secrecy and silence and I think now that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files are out for everybody to see, she might start to let the whole secrets go and breathe."

"Breathe," Brooks repeated with a small chortle. "Yeah. You can help her."

"Yeah, but she'll end up doing it on her own. She's strong like that," Steve smiled proudly. "But if she finds out that we're talking about her, we're both going to be in trouble."

"You're right!" Brooks hurried to open the doors before they were discovered. "I think you and I are going to get along very well," he said when he turned around.

Steve grinned.

~ 0 ~

Nobody would say it, certainly not Tony, but everyone was aware of how white Chloe's knuckles were as she gripped the arm-rests of her chair. She hadn't moved, allowing each of her exams to run smoothly in the lab, despite the obvious disdain she held for each one. It was a novelty to see her so...fragile. Tony wouldn't say the word out loud so as to not incite pointless arguments.

"You did good, Chloe," Helen Cho said as soon as the last exam was done.

Chloe couldn't wait to hop off her seat so once she heard Helen, she was up and running. "Is there anything new?" she asked the pair with anxious eyes. She'd been wondering if her encounter with the chip had been enough to change things up in her brain.

"Just the same as the last time," Helen answered, motioning Chloe to the computer screen. "Your temporal lobe is showing the same level of sensitivity to hearing."

"Didn't we agree you'd try yoga?" asked Tony, barely holding his smirk in when both Chloe and Helen sent him identical mock-glares.

"Anyways," Helen said, eyes flickering back to Chloe, "I was discussing with Tony about a new exam…"

Chloe already groaned. "Not that I don't appreciate everything you do for me but...another exam?"

Helen smiled lightly. She was more than used to Chloe's way of being by now. Two years helped solidify a friendship. "This one would be to start measuring how well the Hivemind is interacting with you."

"The idea is—" Tony started just as Chloe was no doubt about to retort something against the plan, "—that we see just how much more the Hivemind is interacting with you and then compare it to the results we have before you were introduced to the second tech."

"How would that help me now?" Chloe frowned.

"By comparing, we can see the different levels that spike whenever the Hivemind enters, or you enter it," Helen explained. "Tony did speak of an inhibitor option should your clairvoyance further develop."

"How are those, anyways?" asked Tony, crossing his arms. "You haven't mentioned them anymore."

"I haven't had them as much," admitted Chloe. If she had, maybe she would've seen Bucky sneaking into her apartment.

"That could be a sign of the Hivemind beginning to truly stabilize within you," Helen pointed, already fascinated with the new theory in her mind.

"And how would those work, exactly…?"

"We introduce you to different factors, some small and others…" Tony trailed off and tilted his head, letting Chloe imagine the rest.

"You want me to get into danger?" She shouldn't even be surprised by this point. Chloe held a hand at him, motioning him to be quiet as she addressed Helen. "How 'dangerous' are we talking?"

"Nothing outrageous," Helen assured. "Minor threats such as tripping, paper cuts, simple things like that."

That certainly helped ease Chloe's nerves. "I always liked you better, Dr. Cho," she smiled. Helen flushed while Tony scoffed. "If it'll be like that then...sure, why not? Can't be worse than what I've already faced, right?"

"You need a ride home, kid?" Tony asked, still wearing some of his sourness for being declared not a favorite.

"No, I'm good," Chloe said quickly. "Remember our deal? I don't want anybody showing up at the apartment." Now with even more reason she needed to make sure that Tony didn't get any ideas. "That goes for Seren and Steve too."

Tony scoffed. "Please, Twinkle Star and Cap are probably in paradise right now. They won't be bothering anybody for a while."

Chloe playfully rolled her eyes at him. He was right, though. She could relax about them for a while. "Okay then, I'll...be seeing you two."

"Are you sure you don't want company?" asked Tony again. "I mean...a walk? I'm willing to take a walk with you!"

Chloe chuckled. "And I appreciate it, I do, but I just need to be...by myself." She pulled out her earphones from her pockets. "I need to focus on one sound when I'm out there."

"We'll work on a solution for that too!" Helen promised.

"Thanks," Chloe said to the pair. "Gotta go!" She turned around quickly and left before Tony could offer his company again.

She left in a hurry just as she'd left her apartment earlier. The ultimatum was up so Bucky had his decision made. She walked fast on the sidewalk, almost into a sprint and not just for the noise. She reached her apartment in all of ten minutes, a new record if she'd been paying attention.

She unlocked her door and stepped inside, promptly shutting the door with lock behind her. The lights were off, just like last time. "...hey?" she called lamely. She'd never asked Bucky what he went by now and she didn't want to make the mistake of saying the wrong name.

She turned the lights on and immediately scoured the living room for him. He wasn't there. She went into the kitchen and found nobody there. The apple she gave Bucky on the aisle was still right where she left it.

"Don't tell me you left," she said, now hurrying for the hallway. Maybe he'd gotten curious about her—which was fair—and was vetting her?

He wasn't in her room either. Not in the restroom. Not even in the stupid closets. Why he would be in the closet, Chloe didn't know but she'd still held onto hope that he'd be at least there.

But he wasn't.

He wasn't in the apartment at all.

Chloe exhaled a heavy breath. "I ran him off," she realized. Seren always did say that she had a strong personality. Her old friends used to say the same thing. It was how she was able to get ahead in high school, make herself known by everybody. Well, this wasn't high school and she definitely wasn't a stupid teenager. She was, unfortunately, still doing things wrong. She drove away Seren under the guise that she "needed time" when in reality she was flatout embarrassed and ashamed of what she did to Seren and everyone else. She had the ability to help a man who'd been a victim for decades and what does she do? Run him off too.

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Horror Movie Queen

Requested: yes

Summary: a teen reader whos done a bunch of horror movies is filming a scene where she has to scream, freaks everyone out in the cast. Italics is the filmed scene.

Tags: really just fluff except one mention of torture and hitting

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A/N: Its short but its something new. i think im getting back to writing again so thats exciting!!

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Y/n sat staring at the star studded cast in front of her at the reading table. Scarlett Johansson, Robert Downey Jr., Tom Holland, Elizabeth Olsen. It was wild all the people she had spent her whole life looking up to, and here she was, about to film a whole Marvel movie with them.

This was new territory for her too. A whole new genre of movie, different from the horror movies she was known for. The rest of the cast didn’t watch her movies so they didn’t know how she worked.

“Y/n? You okay?” Chris Evans asked waving his hand around in front of her face. “You zoned out there.” He added softly to the teen who flushed slightly and nodded looking down at her hands. “Have you done enough reading now? Are you ready to get into costume and makeup?”

Y/n paused for a moment picking at her fingers before she looked up and nodded. “Yeah. Ill go get ready. I’ll see you guys tomorrow?” She took a quick glance around at everyone who shot her small nods before she disappeared. When she finally came to set, fully ready for her scene, her manager waved her over.

“Okay… lets get this over with guys.” She said, her manager chuckling at the bored look on the teenagers face that was currently covered in bruises and blood, her clothes hanging off of the girls frail body, a gash across her face where a scar usually sat on her characters face.

She was filming her background scene, how her character, Maddison, got where she was, fighting with the Avengers. The torture and pain the character had gone through obvious with the way she was dressed. “Alright you, are you ready to scream?” Thomas asked the girl with a grimace, knowing what he had to pretend to do to the girl. She nodded and stepped on to the set, a cold damp cell that had red splatter all over one wall, showing what she was supposed to have gone through. Thomas stepped forward, the director getting ready for filming, unknown to the teen, the rest of her cast mates stepped in to the studio, hiding in the shadows.

Scarlett elbowed a nervous looking Lizzie who motioned to the makeup on the girls face, the blonde shook her head slightly motioning to be quiet with a finger to her lips. Evans eyes widened as he studied the gash on the girls face. They all knew it was makeup, but as they had grown protective of the young girl, it scared them all. The all focused in on the girl when the director called action.

--Filming scene--

Maddison, a 13 year old girl who had been kidnapped by Baron Strucker at the age of 5, sat huddled against the bloody wall, her whole body shaking as she slowly lifted her head, a giant gash across her face, towards the man standing in front of her. The man merely raised his hand that held a ragged, rusty dagger and slashed down at the girl, her face getting slashed.

The girl let out a blood curdling scream, a scream so loud it even made Strucker take a step back out of shock. The man then turned on his heel and slammed the cell door closed whispering to the girl. “No one will ever want someone as disgusting as you.”

--Scene over--

The director called cut and y/n stood up and with a lack of emotion on her face and grabbed her water bottle. She had barely gotten a sip of it when she was collided with, a pair of arms wrapping around her, gripping her tightly. The teen squeaked as she tried to move the blonde hair to see the horrified look of all her adult castmates standing around her. She patted the back of what she assumed to be Scarlett with a look of confusion running across her face.

“What was that?” Mark asked as he nervously twisted his hands. “How did you bring that up? That was so real…”

“What do you mean?” Y/n asked as Scarlett finally pulled back. “I’m confused?”

“It was very convincing sounding darling.” The actress said, one hand not leaving the teens arm. “Are you okay?”

“Oh. I’m fine?” She responded. “I did- have you guys never seen any of my movies?”

RDJ looked at the girl sheepishly. “Your movies are intense kid… theyre a little scary for most of us.” The teen barked out a laugh shaking her head.

“My whole career I’ve only done horror movies, that scream just is what it is at this point. Nothing behind it, just 5 years of perfecting it.” She said with a small shrug and a small smirk on her face.

“Jesus kid, you gave us a heart attack as a whole.” Hemsworth chuckled as he ruffled the girls hair making the teen roll her eyes with a small smile as she was called back to the set.

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Hold Me In Your Arms Tonight

pairing : steve rogers x reader

fandom : marvel

synopsis : steve comes home from a mission, and all he wants is to be wrapped up in your warmth and in your arms.

a/n : i just wanted to write something tender and sweet and smutty so here ya go

warnings : smut

the usual murmur of the quinjet had dulled, into a thick and heavy silence. as the machine soared through the night sky, the avengers found themselves in a rare moment of quietude after a particularly intense mission.

the air inside the jet hung heavy with a mix of exhaustion, and tension.

tony as usual, was the first to break the deafening silence. reclining, in his seat, his signature smirk missing commented, "well, that was fun, wasn't it? remind me to thank fury for these vacations."

natasha, sitting across from him, raised an eyebrow, one hand pressing an ice pack to the indigo bruise blooming on her wrist.

"now's really not the time" she muttered, eyes gesturing towards steve, who looked the picture of defeat.

the mission had started promisingly and could have been regarded as an amateur operation. intel suggested a hydra base operating in a remote location, with plans for a powerful biological weapon that could endanger innocent lives.

steve and tony had decided that the entire team didn't have to come, so the two of them with natasha and thor had suited up and gone, leaving bruce, wanda, clint you and sam to wait in the compound. they had what they thought was a meticulous plan to infiltrate and neutralize the threat.

until they actually reached the base.

as the team breached the compound, it had become evident that hydra was one step ahead. the entire facility was a trap, a carefully orchestrated ambush. waves upon waves of highly trained soldiers overwhelmed the avengers, forcing them into a chaotic retreat, that had left most of them nursing minor injuries.

"we didn't know cap" nat said, looking at the simmering anger in steve's eyes.

steve didn't lift his eyes off the spot he was focusing at on the wall.

"they knew we were coming. how the hell did they know?" thor asked, slamming mjolnir down in the ground.

tony muttered something along the lines of "our intel was compromised" but steve didn't care.

as the silhouette of the avengers compound came into view and natasha heaved a quiet sigh of relief.

she knew that the only person who would be able to calm steve and get through to him was you, and that you'd be the only person he'd ever open up to a 100%

with a hum, the jet landed, and the four trooped out, to see an awaiting maria hill, a grim furrow in her brow.

"cap we need a debrief on the-" her words died on her tongue and she computed the glare thor sent her way.

she understood the message : leave him alone.

speaking of, steve had walked into the compound, stepping into the elevator, head dropping low, he finally let out a deep sigh, fingers pressing the 4th floor, wanting nothing more than to have you in his arms.

the ding of the elevator signalled his arrival to you before he did.

you were standing in the kitchen, listening to the merry bubble of the kettle as you boiled hot water for a warm cup of midnight tea.

tony had given you and steve the entire fourth floor as your residential area, and you couldn't thank him enough for the state of the art amenities and accommodation.

just as you put your two spoons of tea leaves in the ceramic blue teapot clint and his wife had gifted you for your birthday, you heard the elevator door open, and the heavy footfalls of your husband echoed in the hall.

smiling to your self, you poured the hot water from the kettle to the teapot, just as steve's muscular frame filled the door of the hallway, his long shadow preceding him as he walked into the kitchen.

steve could smell the scent of black tea before he saw you, the homely scent wrapping him a warm hug that he didn't know he needed.

there were softly lit candles glittering softly all around the penthouse, and fresh bouquets of flowers in every vase. the plush sofas looked freshly dusted and soft music was playing in the background

soft, muted lighting enveloped the space, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. the city lights beyond the windows twinkled like a myriad of stars, creating a breathtaking backdrop against the darkened sky.

but to steve, none of this mattered. the only view he cared about was the one of you, shuffling around the kitchen in fuzzy bunny slippers and your silk blue pyjamas.

he watched as you moved with a quiet confidence, navigating the familiar space with ease. the rhythmic clink of porcelain against the marble countertop echoing as the cups were placed gently on a tray as you selected delicate tea cups from the cupboard. he watched your fingers, adorned with subtle rings, tracing the edges of the cups with a practiced familiarity.

as steve observed you with a mixture of admiration and emotion, his gaze, fixed on you, spoke volumes as he recognized the beauty in the simplicity of this moment. the anxious lines on his face softened, revealing a depth of emotion stirred by the sight of someone he cherished engaged in such an ordinary yet intimate act.

"hi baby" you smiled at him, smile dipping when you observed at the tenseness in his body language. his shoulders were taut, remnants of anxious lines softly fading from his forehead as he looked at you.

"hey" he said, voice cracking slightly, even more as you let out a soft "oh" reaching him in two steps to wrap your arms around him.

in the dimly lit room, the atmosphere was heavy with unspoken emotions and words, but you both knew he didn't need words, he needed the unspoken reassurance that you were there with him, physically, in the moment.

he stood there, shoulders slumped, carrying the weight of the world on his weary frame. even captain america got overwhelmed sometimes. you approached him with a gentle understanding, eyes reflecting both empathy and love.

as you reached out to him, arms enveloping him in a comforting embrace, he crumbled.

the embrace wasn't just a physical connection; it was a lifeline, a silent reassurance that in this moment of vulnerability, he wasn't alone. your fingers traced soothing circles on his back, a rhythmic gesture that mirrored the ebb and flow of emotions he was clearly feeling.

he buried his face in the crook of your neck, desperate to find solace in the softness of your presence. the scent of your hair, a mix of strawberry and vanilla, familiar and comforting, mingled with the quiet warmth of the room.

the thump of your heartbeat, pulsing through your body, steady and reassuring, echoed against his chest, a gentle reminder that they faced the challenges together, and that as you had stated in your vows, your hearts would beat together as one for the rest of your lives.

"we were so close, but everything fell apart. the intel was off, our intel was compromised, we were ambushed. the team got separated, and we couldn't prevent the disaster. it's like no matter what i do, it's never enough." he whispered, voice broken and eyes haggard, pulling back to look at you.

his eyes sought home in yours, desperate to find the love he needed so badly.

you listened attentively, absorbing the raw emotion in his voice. as he spoke, his hands clenched, betraying the frustration and helplessness he felt.

running your hands up and down his back, you whispered back, "you can't blame yourself for everything. you're only human. superhuman, sure, but still human"

steve ran a hand through his dishevelled hair, letting out a bitter chuckle.

"im supposed to be a hero, someone who saves the day. but what if I'm not cut out for this? what if I'm just making things worse?" he said, and you found tears rising to your eyes at the anguish your husband was in, blue eyes as stormy as the ocean, nothing but insecurity and fear reflecting in them.

you reached for his hands, holding them in a reassuring grip, fingers running over his knuckles in a pattern only you could interpret.

"darling, being a hero doesn't mean you always succeed. it means facing challenges, even when the odds are against you. it means being brave enough to admit when you may possibly make a mistake and it means allowing yourself to grow from the bad days. you can't control everything, but you can learn from it and keep going. you're not alone in this. you have all of us and we're always going to be there when you need us because you're always there when we need you. thats what makes you captain america, steve, your unrelenting ability to show empathy in the face of danger"

steve found solace in the warmth of your gaze. the weight on his shoulders didn't vanish, but the shared burden made it more bearable. "i love you so much" he said, leaning his forehead on yours.

bending down, he pressed his lips to yours, as you melted into the kiss, hands coming up to hold his jaw, as your thumbs ran along his cheekbone. he rested his palm on your waist, fingers splayed out and tracing a pattern, as his other hand reached up to caress your face.

you had to reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down by the neck to meet your lips. he pulled you impossibly closer to him, hands gripping you so tight as if you would vanish into thin air.

before you knew it his lips were heavy on yours, hot and needy, each kiss becoming more and more desperate as his hands roamed the expanse of your body.

his tongue pushed against yours urgently, but you broke apart, panting heavily, to kiss his cheek and whisper a soft "i love you"

steve swore his heart melted as you spoke, fingers caressing your cheek as he scooped you up from below, letting your legs wrap around his waist, hands gripping your thighs tightly as he guided the both of you to the bedroom.

the bedroom embraced an alluring intimacy, its subdued lighting casting a warm, hazy glow that danced across the plush surfaces. a large canopy bed, draped in rich, dark linens, stood as the focal point, its soft contours inviting and enticing. the plush cushions and silken sheets glowed softly in the dim lights,

the air was infused with a subtle fragrance of vanilla and lavender, creating a sensory tapestry that heightened the atmosphere.

the heavy curtains were drawn, swaying in the gentle breeze from an open window, allowing a filtered moonlight to cascade into the room, creating a soft interplay of light and darkness.

candles were strategically placed on various surfaces, flickering with a mesmerizing rhythm, casting enchanting patterns across the walls, rose petals scattered on the bed and the loveseat in bedroom.

steve carried you into the room, awestruck at how you had set up the room for his arrival.

"you did this baby? for me?" he asked, eyes softening. "all for you my love" you assured, smiling softly at him. "all of this and all of me is for you" you whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest.

you felt him shudder softly against you, and the sudden pick up in his pace as he dropped you gently against the bed.

"i adore you" he murmured, pressing kisses all the way from your head to your forehead, trailing down your face, from the curve of your nose to your plump cheeks, pressing delicate kisses to the soft skin, before ultimately stopping at your lips.

he pressed his pink lips to yours, lips moulding into one as he let his body hover over yours. his tongue darted out to lick your lip, begging for entry and when he squeezed your hip and you let out a moan, he slid his tongue into your mouth, tongue clashing against yours, teeth stopping to sink into your lower lip, pulling it back to watch it snap back into place.

you kiss down his jaw, reveling in the soft sighing that he floods your ear when you near his throat. he groans when your mouth latches onto that sweet spot by his shoulder, your hot tongue sliding against his neck, with your chapstick tasting of shea butter and cherry, fingers dancing across the hem of his suit like a tease. his arms slide down to your top, the silky material scrunching up as he pulls it up, marvelling at the skin below.

"touch me" you whisper against his mouth with swollen lips and nudging noses. he sighs at the phrase, sea blue eyes never once leaving the comfort of yours. "touch me, use me, use me to get rid of your stress" you whisper, rocking your hips slowly against his.

you could feel his hard on against you, and you gently rolled your hips against his.

you were sure it got hard, this facade of being perfect all the time. so maybe just this once he needed to let go. let go of the gentleman person and fuck you raw till he was calmed down and satiated.

your shirt rides up even higher as steve drags a rough palm over your ribs, his rough hands have you jittering. his head rests on your stomach, lips pecking the area around your belly button and down your hip bone until you’re rotating your hips around him. "you're absolutely unbelievable" he groans as he gently licks around your sensitive belly button. he groans in pleasure when you tug on his hair, smiling when you say, "i dont know how lucky I got with you" he murmured.

"touch me. just touch me like you won’t ever stop" you whimper out, and steve studied the want in your glassy eyes and nodded softly, stroking his finger on either side of your cheek. the intimacy of the moment is jarring against how desperately the both of you want each other. but it's sensual and sweet because its a long buildup his finally being at peace.

agonizingly slow, his fingers dip down the waistband of your panties, cotton rubbing against the back of his hand as he curls his fingertips towards your pussy. the gentle notion makes your breath hitch, especially when he spreads your folds apart to expose the hood of your clit.

his middle finger circles draw leisurely over the sensitive nub with slow, rough circles and your thighs twitched.

his voice hitches in his throat as he observes your reaction. "oh, doll, you’re — oh, you’re just dripping, aren’t you?" he groans as you guide his hand further, the pads of his fingers dragging your arousal against your wet entrance. "my gorgeous, gorgeous girl" he whispered, pressing a sugar sweet kiss to your jaw.

"I'll always love you no matter what" you moan, scratching at his shoulders shamelessly, rocking on the heel of his hand for more friction. your eagerness spurs him on and so he increases the pressure, skimming his fingers over your folds and pressing ever-so-tantalizingly near your hole before he returns back to your clit. "fucking tease" you whine and he smirks.

your steve is usually demure even in bed, ever the perfect gentleman, gentle with you as if you'd snap into two if he was too harsh with you.

but this steve was daring and experimenting with his rough side.

your next sentence died in your throat, a soft gasp leaving your lips when he pushed his finger inside you, slow and deep enough to rip a whine right out of your throat from the stretchs.

he inhales loudly, eyes fixating on your mouth when you hopelessly sigh against his neck. you shift your knee higher up his leg, giving him more access to finger you. he hums at your expressions, mirroring them when you suckle dark marks just beneath his sharp jawline.

he mouths at your shoulder, leaving glistening patches of saliva in the wake of his sloppy kisses. you rock against the heel of his palm, mewling as he drags his fingers against your walls and he muffles his own moans against your skin.

"you’re so perfect" he groans, fucking his fingers in and out of you. the noises that leave your pussy and his throat are sinful, sounding like the harmonious mixture of splashing waves and delicate moans, his hand cupping your mound while he fingered you impatiently.

"fuck, Y/N. you’re making quite the mess, aren’t you, my angel? god, your moans are so fucking sweet to listen to"

"steve, your fingers..." you watch his wrist snap against you, juices squelching around him. you nearly sob, waterline beginning to water as the pleasure intensifies, "you get me so wet" you whimper and you hear the groan he tries to suppress at the juxtaposition of your angelic voice and face and the filthy words coming out of your pretty mouth.

"that’s good. I love pleasing you, you know that?" he asks as you clamp down onto the crook of his neck, teeth stifling your wrecked moans as he curls his middle and ring finger against that spongy spot inside you.

his touch is generous, and accompanied by his weathered hands, you can feel your orgasm approaching soon. he fucks you faster, thumb rubbing at your clit hard.

while others would resort to their own personal pleasure to de stress, it's your pleasure that brings steve relaxation. the fact that he could draw earth shattering orgasms from you was what helped him feel good and he knew that it was only when you were completely satisfied that he would be too.

you cry out into his chest, bite marks littering his skin as you hold him tight and gracelessly grind against him until you lose control over your climax.

your body shakes from your orgasm, gradually and slowly, steve's fingers scissoring carefully in and out of you. 

your pussy pulses needily between your thighs, toes curling as you focus your attention on steve undressing. his suit comes off, discarded somewhere in some corner, his under clothes come off, and then finally, he drags his gray boxers down his legs, and his cock stands proudly, slapping against his stomach as he releases it from it's prison.

you moan as you take in the sight of his thick cock, long and girthy and big enough to leave you breathless as it always did. steve after all was a supersoldier, and his cock was to match. he also had incredible stamina and you knew he'd leave you exhausted.

he nears you again, heavy against you and you reach down to stroke him, smiling up at him, realising your hand doesnt fit all of him into your palm. his cock twitches again when you moan, a throb settling at the base of his spine with an uintelligible moan.

"stevie, baby, i want nothing more-" you strain, reaching behind your own hips to take ahold of his cock and line the weeping tip up perfectly "than for you to fuck me. i want you to fuck your pain and your distress away" you say, and his eyes darken with lust, the baby blues fading to black, like a dark and thunderous sky.

his dick catches against your clit first, causing your body to jolt in shock before you sweep him through your dripping folds. he grabs ahold of your hips, seemingly spellbound as to where else to hold you. his eyes flicker all across your bare skin, unable to settle on the best spot.

his teeth reach down to grab your nipple in between them, one hand reaching up to fondle the other. his tongue darts around the perk nipple, sliding all around it, saliva dripping all around it. your hips rut wildly at the pleasure on your sensitive nipples, and the feeling of the rough pads of his fingers toying with the other.

a chorus of gasps sounds between the two of you as you slowly roll down onto his dick, harmonizing almost like a symphony. he stretches you deliciously, and he's big. very big. perfectly filling. It’s akin to losing all sense of direction, unsure of up from down, left from right. your hips stutter and still from the shock because through your haze you feel steve thrust upward and into you to bridge the gap and you whine as he brushed a sensitive spot within you.

a high pitched wine of "oh fuck!* leaves your lips, and a deep groan echoes in steve's chest.

you groan, finally feeling him sink all the way into your pussy, already shaking from the overwhelming pleasure. before you can comprehend, hes bottoming out in your slick pussy.

rising back over the curve in his cock, you lift yourself back up until only his tip is pressed up against your pussy. you pause before you sink back down. you see the almost animalistic need in steve's eyes as he gazes up at you through his lashes, eyes following the clenching of his jaw.

the wet sound of your pussy being filled over and over echoes, the air that had held a chill seemingly warming at your shared activity. you can barely hear his groans, your heartbeat thrumming so loud in your ears that you’re convinced he can probably feel it thudding in your walls.

your eyebrows arch in bliss as the ridge of his head catches up against something so incredible that you’re drowning in pleasure, a light that must surely be heaven flooding your eyesight.

but it's not heaven no, it's a sight far better : your husband, mouth agape and head thrown back fucking into you like your life depended on it.

what you didn't expect was the harsh smack to your ass, his big hand smacking the sensitive skin of your ass and you let out an "oh!" skin stinging and pussy dripping, before the longing for more fills you.

"you like that, my pretty girl?" he asks, pinching the fat of your hips.

you merely moan in response, mind melting at the pleasure. a second smack to the ass follows, and a large vein-y hand grips your throat and forces you to look at him.

"words doll, words" he chides, and you stutter out a shaky "yes" your movements are stuttering at the way a familiar simmering feeling begins deep inside your abdomen, but steve doesn’t want you to stop. his hands take a firm grip of your hips, forcing them down as he begins to thrust up and into you in that same desperate pace.

he continued to brush against that part of you that just obliterated any coherent thought, your mind melting into sludge as pleasure overtook every nerve in your body.

his hands traced over your ass, still hovering between the edge of good boy steve and bad boy steve, but all it took for him to slip was your whimper of "spank me harder daddy" and he was gone.

your sweet gentle steve was replaced by an animal, hands delivering harsh smack after smack to the sensitive skin of your ass, feeling it burn red hot as his large lands landed on your ass with a harsh unoact.

the filthy sound of his hand slapping the jiggly surface of your ass and the sloppy, wet sound of his dick pounding into your pussy echoed around the room, and you had never been more glad for the fact that your floor was completely soundproofed.

you’re not exactly sure what part of his body you’re holding onto, the muscles canvas all melting into one, so far away from comprehension, but you know you’re holding it in a bruising grip, one that leaves a perfect impression of each of your fingertips that would most definitely remain imprinted on his skin.

sweat beaded and dripped down his forehead, as he continued thrusting and pounding into you as if his life depended on it.

your mewls and whimpers perfectly complimented his grunts and groans as his hips snapped further into yours.

your back arched off of the bed as he let your leg rest on his shoulder, pushing the other one away from you so you were perfectly spread out, pushing one leg far away enough so that it was almost touching your ear

the smirk on his lips told you that it was gonna be a long night and that steve wasn't done with you just yet. he grabbed your face, fingers lacking their usual gentility, digging into your cheekbones, before pushing your face sideways into the silky pillow, making you close your eyes at the contrasting sensation of your hot cheeks against the cold pillow, the feelings setting your body on fire.

the sensation of you digging your nails into his back, had his hips falterring and stuttering slightly as he let out another lke growl into his ear, as he allowed himself a moment to bask in the burn of the sting before regaining his pace and thrusting back "you're so, so fucking good, just squeezing me so well hmm?" he growled, grunting as your pussy squeezed him harder and your eyes shut.

you only raked your nails down harder, although your moans were slightly muffled, and the desperate whines leaving your lips fuelled, him, as he continued snapping his hips into you, nails digging into your thigh, the pleasurable sting sending you spiraling. you could feel ths tight muscles rippling in his back, and you scratched down the bare expanse of his back, knowing it always drove him crazy.

the red hot pleasure in the pit of your stomach began to tighten, making you pant. he started guiding his cock deeper into you, which you didn't think was possible, and placed your hand in the outline of his cock in your tummy, and the filthy sound of your wetness and the sounds of your skin slapping together echoed across the hotel room.

the bed began to knock against the wall, the thumping sounding sweeter than the sweetest symphony you had ever heard.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head once again, mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure. for a second, you thought you had floated into another dimension, a low hum filling your ears, and your body convulsing in pleasure.

you heard steve moan your name, before letting out a low grunt, feeling him release his chokehold on your throat and hips, watching as you squirted all over him.

your cum splattered him all over, and your vision almost went black from how hard you had just squirted on him.

he reached out to collect your cum on his fingers, licking it, moaning at your sweet taste. the sight had you blushing.

you thought you were done, but just as you began to come to terms with the force of your orgasm, you felt his thumb on your clit, making you jerk your hips away, shaking your head. "daddy please, no more, i can't, not anymore" you whined out, feeling your pussy throb.

"yes you can, one more my doll, just give me one more" he murmured, leaning down to kiss you again harshly, in a rough, dirty, demanding kiss.

you could feel his hips stuttering, his cock beginning to pulse inside you, his thrusts becoming sloppy, signalling he was close to his own orgasm.

you moaned into his mouth, taking the opportunity to suck his tongue. "come on captain, cum for me, wont you? you work so hard and I'm so fucking proud of all your hard work" you whispered into his ears, licking at the shell of his ear

at your words, he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, his tongue poking out to lick patterns on the skin there, and you could hear his low, soft grunts as he chased his release, making the veins in his neck pop.

you could see his body glistening in the layer of sweat that had covered him, he continued to thrust into you for a second or two more, before a deep groan left his swollen lips, and an even deeper moan of your name echoed in your ear, as he spurted his cum into your warm pussy with a groan, your pussy clamping down on him like a vice, milking his cock

your body shuddered at the warm liquid dripping into you in hot spurts, covering your pussy in his cum, moaning in pleasure as the warmth of his release spread through you, enveloping you in a warm daze. panting softly, he stayed enveloped in your warm walls.

the both of you cuddled into the silk sheets, the aur conditioning doing little to cook your overhead bodies. steve pressed tender kisses to your face and body, whispers of "my beautiful girl, my angel, my doll, i adore you" leaving his lips like a mantra.

his hands, now no longer rough with want, traced soft patterns on your flushed skin.

"was that too rough for you?" he asked, concern etched in his eyes and worry lines appearing on his face.

"not at all" you said, quickly quelling his fears.

"you should do that again" you smirked, giggling when he blushed red. "thank you for that my love" he said, raising your knuckles to his lips to press a soft kiss to them.

"you don't have to thank me, steve. I'm always here for you no matter what" you murmured.

you were slowly sinking into a daze, but you registered him pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and heading to the bathroom

"I'll be back in just a second honey, I'm just getting some towels to clean us up" he explained, grinning at the pout adorning your bruised lips.

sure enough he came back, with cold towels to wipe you up with and a fresh set of pyjamas (his shirt and your shorts) to slip into, gently tugging you into the clothes and cleaning up the sticky mess on your thighs and cleaning you up.

he brushed the stray strands of your hair away from your face, pressing a soft kiss to your nose then your forehead, and then your lips.

he fed you a glass of cold water, and a piece of chocolate for a little bit of energy in the morning. cleaning himself up, he slipped into bed with you, his large arms wrapping you up, his head buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as you snored softly beside him.

in the warmth of your embrace, he felt an unspoken reassurance. as he held you close, the rhythmic beating of your heart echoed a comforting melody

in that tender moment, he realized that in your arms, he was not just physically close, but emotionally anchored. the world outside ceased to matter as he embraced the profound sense of safety and love that enveloped the both of you, creating a sanctuary where worries melted away, leaving only the simple joy of being together.

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(not) moving on — a max verstappen x stark!oc x charles leclerc series

★ fc: madison beer ☆ summary: evangeline "evie" stark is in love with her best friend, max verstappen, but he tries his best to keep her at arm's length. but what happens when she starts to get close to his fellow drivers in the paddock? ★ note: idek why i like creating stark ocs, but it’s fun. This is purely for my own entertainment but I don't know if I'll continue it. It depends if people actually want to see more of this. (realistically, I might continue it because I want to see it lol) btw how do people do the subtitles?? like I'm so curious I want to do those

schat = darling in dutch

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user1: MY WIFE IS IN A RELATIONSHIP???

user2: she’s actually living the life rn

user3: SCHAT??? ANG???

user4: the random tony stark jumpscare in the photo dump LMAOOOO

user5: who is the guy with tony stark in the 7th photo?? ↳ user6: i’m pretty sure that’s peter parker, an employee of stark industries??? he’s started out as an intern in high school but he’s rumored to be the COO once evie becomes CEO of stark industries

user7: WHO TOOK THE 2ND PICTURE

user8: not the single guys from the f1 grid in her likes 😭😭

user9: THE WOMAN IN THE BACK IN THE 7TH PICTURE IM CRYING

user10: the first and second picture giving me 'boyfriend took these for me' vibes

user11: she looks so pretty and happy in the 4th picture <3

"You're playing with fire by posting our text messages, Ang," Max said, his voice shushed as he walked around the paddock.

"It's fine, Maxie. They'll probably connect me to a random famous person who is Dutch and then it'll blow over in a week," Evie dismissed.

"It doesn't really help that the guys are in your likes constantly," Max grumbled, and he heard Evie laugh.

"Some of them are pretty cute, and I think some even tried messaging me but I never saw them until it was late," she responded.

"Who?"

"Aww, Maxie, are you jealous?" Evie cooed, her tone sweet yet mocking at the same time.

"No... I just never expected them to be brave enough to message you," Max said.

"If you must know, I think it was Charles and Lando who tried. There are probably others, but I haven't seen them,"

"Did you respond to any of them?"

"Of course not, I'm loyal to you and only you,"

"Schat..."

"I know, I know, you wouldn't touch me with a ten-foot pole like that," Max could practically hear her rolling her eyes.

"You know we're just best friends, right?"

"And I'm saying I'm loyal to you and only you as a best friend."

"Are you doing anything soon?" Max was quick to change the subject, feeling as if he didn't, awkwardness would settle in and he hates it whenever Evie doesn't speak since he's fully aware that he loves hearing her talk considering how passionate she gets about things.

"Stark Industries' Gala is happening and Pepper's making me get a date for the event,"

"Why's she making you?"

"Something along the lines of I have to be seen with someone that isn't MJ, Peter, Ned, and Shuri," Evie sighed.

Max laughed at her situation, knowing that while Evie knew a lot of people, there were only a few that she could trust completely. And luckily for him, he was one of them. He was probably the first, considering they've known each other since she was 6 and he was 8.

"Good luck trying to find someone,"

"It's not even trying to find someone I'm struggling with. It's trying to find someone that's decent enough to spend my night with,"

"Who were you going to ask?"

"Well, I was going to ask you, but since we're best friends I don't think me bringing you as my date to the SI event would be something best friends do,"

"I'll go," Max said, shrugging.

"Wait, seriously? Like you going means you actually have to dress up,"

"I know,"

"The dress code is black tie. That means you can't wear your Redbull uniform like you're a walking billboard,"

"Do I really wear it that much? I saw people that were shocked when I wore a white t-shirt,"

"You're a millionaire who wears the same thing every day. So basically, every millionaire man,"

"I'm going to wear Redbull head to toe to the Gala now that you said that,"

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