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tarjapearce · 8 months

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Hi hi! Thank you for letting me go ahead and send it through! I didn’t want to overwhelm you, that’s absolutely fine still take your time and keep taking those breaks mamas!

I’ve seen a lot of single dilf Miguel x reader but I don’t think I’ve ever read where reader was a single parent. So I was thinking reader is new to spider society and on the day she’s told to join she has to bring her baby because she didn’t have a babysitter. Well Miguel sees her and it’s like he’s instantly drawn to her like sunflowers are to the sun, sunflowers move where the sun goes and when the sun doesn’t shine they face each other (She’s kinda like his day and night if that makes sense) but instead of acting on it he dismisses her but kinda admires her and her baby from a distance.

Well one day she’s having a small part for the main group and she invited Miguel because she always felt the feelings but also dismissed them. Then after the party he stays to help and the end up getting closer and yeah. It can be nsfw I don’t mind, I also hope this makes sense it’s been in my mind for a while and you’d be so good for this!

The rest is all up to you if you decide to write it pretty girl. Just remember to take your time and all the breaks you need. Mental, physical, and emotional health is important don’t overwork yourself 💕

Im so sorry this taken me soo long. Hope this make it justice 😊❤️. Thanks for requesting dear.

If it wasn't for the webs that stopped Rhino as he was about to deliver the last blow to you, you'd be certainly gravely injured or worse.

Another Spiderwoman, clad in a red, yellow and black suit had helped you through. Both of your minds in sync, that soon earned you the win over a now unconscious Rhino.

She introduced herself as Jessica Drew. Another Spiderwoman from another universe. At first her explanation of what the Arachnohumanoid-Polymultiverse was, had your head spinning and confused, but after quite a while of visiting you on duty, and clearing up as much questions you needed, you had been officially 'invited' to join, by Miguel’s orders.

You've never met the man, but the way people talked about him, made you not only curious but excited to meet him. Everyone described him as a good yet scary boss.

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"Let's go"

"Hope you don't mind?" Your nervous smile reached Jess as you packed in your child's stuff in the baby sling. A couple of diapers, extra clothes and bottles.

"Look at this beautiful boy" Jessica held him as you finished packing up stuff, "Didn't know you had one"

"Oh, well. You never asked. Plus we always met on duty. The babysitter I get for him called in sick and I have none as a back up. Hope Miguel doesn't mind."

"What about his dad?"

Your head shook softly and sighed.

"He decided to not be part of our lives."

Jessica just nodded, lips pursing.

"His loss, really. Anyways, ready to go?"

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Not even in your wildest dreams you'd imagine something as The Babylon Tower or HQ as most Spiders called it, could exist. Different sort of Spiders paraded around and greeted Jess upon her arrival.

Some even greeted your toddler that cooed and giggled upon the many heroes that came his way.

"Let's get you to Miguel." Jess walked ahead and you followed, you baby's eyes wandered, marveling at the different colors and people. You'd sometimes make hamocs and web playgrounds for him to be more active. Your babysitter was the only person you could actually trust your identity, she had even helped you sometimes by calling the cops, or even fixing your suit.

Another man in a pink bathrobe approached and gasped at your baby

"Please tell me we're getting a Spider Parents exclusive division now."

You chuckled and Jess just rolled her eyes

"Sweetie, this is Peter."

"As in Peter Parker?"

"Nah. As in Peter Benjamin 'B' Parker."

"Oh... And whose that cutie over there?" Your eyes trailed to Mayday as she beamed at you.

"Mayday. A lil spider in growth"

"She has spider powers?! Oh my goodness!"

"It's chaos, I know. What about yours?"

"Normal baby so far. Should I be concerned?"

"Not really, it comes in the least unexpected moment and them BAM! Spider baby. "

You giggled as you made your way through the halls to a much more secluded and dark area.

"Miguel?"

Your baby couldn't help but babble as a hulking figure approached from the furthest corner.

"He's so dramatic" Peter whispered and again, you giggled under your mouth.

Jess introduced you both and explained your progress to him. Apparently they had been observing you for quite the time.

" I apologize for bringing my child. My babysitter called in sick."

"No problem."

Even though his voice was calm, the coldness in it made you recoil to yourself. His scrutinizing gaze fixed on you and your baby. By instinct you held him close.

Red eyes settled on yours, but the subtle stare contest was interrupted by the anomaly alarm.

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As your time in the Spider Society advanced, your interactions with Miguel improved significantly, and by that it'd mean longer conversations, a joke here and there and of course moments so subtle between you both that you had to be quite analytical to know that he gave glances your way or lean to you slightly whenever speaking to him.

Not that you were inmune to his looks, but his patience stood proudly among his other virtues. And to your surprise he seemed to handle Mayday well enough. What actually made you to be drawn to him is that in one of your many occasions that you couldn't leave your baby boy alone, and brought him into HQ with you, he'd be instantly looking for Miguel.

Your cheeks would flush impossibly red as your baby clung to his leg and erupted in a bubbly laughter.

"God, I'm so so sorry, he just... seem to like the blue alot."

An airy chuckle was everything that escaped his lips. Of course there was so many questions he'd want to do out of curiosity. He had noticed you didn't wear a ring, neither talked about the baby's father. It was something he never seemed to coax out of you. No matter how subtle he was about it.

Pa pa

You both froze as your baby mumbled and grabbed a few strands of his hair.

"I'm so sorry..." You pried the baby away from him and fled the place as soon as you could. He just watched you leave, the inner turmoil in his heart was surely playing dirty. The way the baby had clung to him, and climbed ontop of his chest made his heart to leap after a long long while.

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You had been avoiding him, for sure. Ever since your little incident with the baby mumbling his first words, you had taken your distance with him. Of course you weren't ready for your baby's actions, but the fear of going through all that again, had surely dismissed all possible blooming feelings you had for your boss. Besides he seemed way too busy and aloof to try and pursue anything with anyone.

Not that you blamed him, the multiverse depended basically on him. It was for the best.

----

The moment you were falling asleep, your Spider senses tingled so hard you had a little headache coming your way.

Dread settled on your brain as your baby boy screamed and wailed.

No No No!

You were already darting towards his room, and pulled him with one of your webs towards you, holding onto him for dear life as the creature shredded his crib to bits with its elongated talons.

Your eyes went wide at the sudden action, your baby kept wailing in fear, earning the humanoid like creature to snap it's attention to you. You were fast, but the creature was faster and sliced through your flesh in one of your sides. You fell on your back protecting your son from the impact with a groan.

You needed to get out, or at least put your baby out of danger.

Survival mode kicked in as you dodged and took as much damage as you could from the creature that seemed way too keen into hurting your child.

You fought but exhaustion was taking over, the blows of the creature only seemed harder and powerful, but no matter what your priority was to keep your child safe, even if it costed your life.

The creature pounced on you, but the final blow never came. There was a commotion as you tried to get up, all you could hear was inhuman shrieks, growlings and finally the engine of a too familiar motorcycle revving up.

Your baby was pried away from your hands and you whimpered

"N-No!" even in your injured state, your mother instinct kicked in.

Your name was called, several times until you were held against a sturdy yet warm body with such care and tenderness that stilled your thrashing body. Vision blurred, but the last thing you saw the led lights of a blue and red suit, red eyes staring at you with concern.

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You woke up in HQ's medical bay. Pain surging through your body as you tried to sit down, Miguel's hand stopped you. Face with his ever permanent frown and something else. Worry.

"Where's... Where's my baby?"

"He's fine. Out of danger." His hands reached for a new set of bandages, he took your arm gently and began replacing the bandages himself, some were stained in a fresh layer of blood.

The silence fell upon you both until he decided to break it.

"You... were brave. We still don't know what that creature was, yet you didn't hesitate to fight back."

"It was going for my son... If I would've got there a second too late..." Voice broke and eyes filled up with tears.

The knot only tightened around his throat upon remembering the anomaly alarm in your world and saw you fighting for your son's life. He didn't think twice before jumping into action.

"The anomaly was terminated."

Terminated, not contained.

"I see"

"Your safety is all that matters to... this organization"

To me

You nodded

"Thanks."

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He had learned that you were a single parent thanks to Jessica. Something he had trouble understanding sometimes. How could a man abandon his own family? He'd give everything to have one more chance and at least make things right, he wouldn't interfere with Gabriella, no matter how much he'd like to, just to keep her safe and alive.

But seeing you fighting for your son, made that side of him he thought buried forever to claw back full force on him. You were a great mother that wouldn't hesitate to attack and lash out at everything that menaced your son. It was the last straw for him.

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A couple of months had gone by since your incident, and as a retribution you had decided to do a small gathering. Not only to say thanks to them, but to also celebrate your son's birthday.

Wounds were properly healed thanks to Miguel's attention and cares. Music echoed through your apartment. You weren't sure he'd show up, but the invitation was delivered to him.

Your son was having the time of his life as Peter and Jess played with him. Mayday was such a great play date and everyone seemed to have a great time. A portal was open to your kitchen and Miguel stepped out. Suit underneath civilian clothes. It was weird to see him out of the blue and red suit you were always used to see.

"Hey" You smiled and he placed a little present in your hands.

"Hope he likes it."

"I'm sure he will, thanks."

Your smile turned bashful as he leaned on the kitchen counter. Your place seemed normal, cozy even. Full with your son and you pictures. One was cut out and the only trace of a man existing in your life was the forgotten hand you were oblivious in cutting out. And even so, he seemed unsure since his fingers were barely touching you or your son.

"Here." You offered a plate full of food, which he took and scarfed down.

"When was the last time you actually ate?"

His eyes locked on yours, wide by the sudden question.

"There is more if you want to."

"I don't want to overstep-"

"The rest already had their portion. And I frankly went a bit overboard with it. So it's fine."

Your baby's laughter roared from the other side, earning you a chuckle.

"I'm... sorry though"

"For?"

"Him, calling you that. I know what happened and I'm sure it's not nice to just-"

"Couldn't blame a baby. Is it... ok for me to ask what happened to the father?"

"He just decided that we weren't enough for him. So he went for a new one. Away from us."

His eyebrows knit deeper and a light scowl drew in his face.

"But, it's fine. It's less of a burden knowing that you don't have to raise another man child."

He chuckled and nodded

"You're a great mother." You served him another plate but stopped when the corner of his mouth was doused in sauce. Giggling you reached for napkin and got in your tip toes.

"Excuse me" You wiped his mouth and smiled, "Sorry, can't help it"

His hand went to the back of your nape and leaned down for a kiss.

"Lo siento..." (Im sorry)

It was something that felt out of his character, he knew much, but it couldn't be helped. You had come like a little storm that turned into a hurricane in his heart. And that harrowing night where he saw you fighting with everything you had, only grounded him into allowing himself to feel and experience for once.

You got in your tip toes again and pulled him down for a kiss. There was no words needed, just a look of mutual understanding and complicity between the both. A kiss in the palm of your hand sealed up the implicit deal.

You were his now.

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nitpickrider · 6 months

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a bit silly, but if you had to fill an Avengers roster, who would you pick?

Wooof, oh me oh my. Let's lay down some ground rules before I do this. 1). Only people who have been Avengers at some previous point in time. Doesn't narrow it down a LOT but this list would be a jigsaw of my favorite Z-Listers otherwise 2). Limiting it to seven people. That's the magic number with superhero teams and it gives me a reason to stop

Steve Rogers, AKA Captain America: Sometimes you just cannot beat a classic and when it comes to Avengers line ups there is no one that I think is more integral than Captain America. The pathos that he brings to the table no matter what character he is interacting with is palpable and reading through his first big volume has given me a deep respect and love for the character. He's our leader for sure, the axis of solid, steady service I can hang my weirder picks on.

Dr. Walter Newell AKA Stingray: You all saw this coming and don't act like you didn't. One of my favorite if not my FAVORITE Marvel Characters of all time. He's a doctor with an interesting specialization. His "I'm only a part time superhero" hangup is even funnier and more interesting if forced into the limelight on THE hero team. Not to mention he comes with his own swanky Hydrobase we can use for an HQ and with his wife and four kids running around underfoot we have the kind of domestic adorability I think any good team needs.

Miguel Santos AKA Living Lightning: The first time I can ever remember reading about a comic book hero being gay, as just like, part of who they are. A tiny detail in their rich inner life. Not to mention the less respect a character gets the more I want to lift them up on my shoulders. He could be the sweetheart with a little chip on his shoulder from not getting the respect his objectively awesome powers objectively deserve.

Angelica Jones AKA Firestar: Something you may not know about me. The first piece of media that really opened my eyes as to the potential and depth and scope of the Marvel Universe was Spiderman and His Amazing Friends. It was cheesy, it was cheap and yet Angelica was the first character that I felt SPECIAL for knowing and caring about. She's happy, she's passionate, her simple classic costume kicks ass and the New Warriors need their goddamn respect. 'Nuff said.

Sersi, Just Sersi: What little I have seen of this character fucking FASCINATES me. This woman is chaos incarnate. It's like she is actively making on the fly decisions with everyone she meets whether she's going to kill them, screw them, turn them into a small mammal or some combination of the three. She's *Instant Plot Complication Just Add Water* because she saw a butterfly and that somehow translates to her blowing the entire team's cover.

Dane Whitman AKA The Black Knight: I love everything about him. I love his vibe, I love the fact that his backstory is built partially around recontextualizing the lore of a mostly forgotten Atlas fantasy comic. I love that he has a wickedly evil cursed blade that comes with the side effect of basically holding him hostage to a heroic moral code. And on top of that he's a dorky intellectual who can't see a social cue if it's blaring at him from oncoming traffic.

Jennifer Walters AKA She-Hulk: ...I do not feel the need to explain or justify this choice. YOU know Jen is awesome. *I* know Jen is awesome. She-Hulk does not need justification. She shows up in stories and makes them better by existing. Also yes this is the bodytype I'd use. Yes, I have an addiction. No, I don't feel the need to explain that either. RESERVISTS: Characters I really like but either don't know enough about or don't think they make good Avengers

Marc Spector and System AKA Moon Knight: One of my favorite dudes but does NOT play well with others. Was interesting for about 10 seconds as a member of the West Coast team but I'd prefer he never touch the ranks again.

Flint Marko AKA Sandman: Marvel did Sandman fucking dirty by never letting him fully reform and be the good guy. I want Sandman to be the good guy dammit

Maria de Guadalupe Santiago AKA Silverclaw: I know literally nothing about her outside of reference books but her powers are dope and I dig her vibe.

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pers-books · 5 months

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INTERVIEW

Jemma Redgrave: ‘Doctor Who will keep me young’

The actress would be happy to be remembered for the sci-fi series, she tells Dominic Maxwell

Jemma Redgrave: “My character wanted to make her way on merit. That wasn’t difficult to play”

Dominic Maxwell

Saturday November 25 2023, 12.01am, The Times

Jemma Redgrave has a problem. “Every time I get a new office,” she says, “it blows up.” Granted, she admits, the first time we saw her office — in the 50th anniversary Doctor Who special of 2013 that featured Matt Smith and David Tennant — it was in the Tower of London, and that one has stayed standing. Otherwise, though, in her role as Kate Stewart, the head of the Doctor’s paramilitary allies UNIT, her workplaces seem to routinely explode. That they seem to get swankier and swankier each time only seems to make them more vulnerable to the zap gun.

She won’t give anything away, and the BBC is keeping under wraps each of the three 60th anniversary specials, which start tonight. Yet you have to fear for the giant floating Marvel-style Unit HQ that features in the trailer. Redgrave doesn’t appear until the final part, which pits David Tennant’s returning Doctor against Neil Patrick Harris’s Toymaker, a villain not seen since 1966. She will, however, be the one other holdover from the 50th anniversary specials. “Yes,” she says with a disbelieving smile over morning coffee in a north London café, “I think it’s just me and David.”

She and her sons, now aged 29 and 23, had watched the series ever since it returned, after 16 years off our screens (a one-off comeback starring Paul McGann aside), in 2005. She wondered for a while why seemingly every other actor she knew got a role in it. Hers, though, has proved to be the longest-running.

She first played Kate Stewart opposite Smith in an episode in 2012. She didn’t realise the significance of the surname at the time: Stewart is the daughter of Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, the head of Unit from 1968 to 1975, during the eras of Patrick Troughton, Jon Pertwee and Tom Baker. All of which is catnip to the fans, some of whom, as emissaries from Doctor Who magazine, were on set doing a story on her first day. They helped her to join the dots.

As Kate Stewart in the Doctor Who 60th Anniversary Specials (BBC)

Stewart, after all, didn’t use her full name. “She didn’t want to take advantage of her connections and wanted to make her way on merit,” Redgrave says. As the daughter of an actor (Corin Redgrave), the niece of two actresses (Vanessa Redgrave and Lynn Redgrave), the granddaughter of actors (Michael Redgrave, Rachel Kempson) and the cousin of actresses (Joely Richardson and Natasha Richardson), she knew where Stewart was coming from. It can be tedious spending your time fending questions about how you’ve got where you are today, after all.

“That you’re some sort of nepo baby? It can be, can’t it? Sometimes those questions go on and on and on, many, many, many, many years down the line.” Redgrave, a gifted under-player of a scene, gives a surprisingly full-hearted chuckle. “So that wasn’t a difficult scene to play.”

Redgrave appears only sporadically, but has rubbed shoulders with six doctors: Smith, Tennant, Peter Capaldi, John Hurt (in the 50th special), Jodie Whittaker and, coming soon, Ncuti Gatwa, who will take the lead once Tennant’s celebratory trilogy is done.

There have been rumours that Stewart and UNIT are getting their own show, but Redgrave insists that this is news to her. Then again, it’s rare for her to be permitted to admit even that she is in the first Gatwa series. She has to sign an NDA each time she shoots the show so that nobody, with the exception of her partner, who may be staying with her in Wales during shooting anyway, knows what she is working on.

She understands the rationale for this, although it can become absurd. During lockdown, because travel was restricted, the BBC sent a car to her north London home to pick her up for filming. On the way to the car she bumped into Smith, who lives in the area, walking his dog. He asked where she was heading. Cardiff, she told him. He asked what she was working on. “I said, ‘I can’t possibly tell you. I’ve signed an NDA.’ And he said, ‘Oh well, send them all my love.’”

Redgrave is a young-looking 58. Her extensive stage work includes appearing in a London production of Chekhov’s The Three Sisters with her aunts. Her TV work includes starring in the series Bramwell as well as recurring roles in Holby City, Grantchester, Silent Witness and Cold Blood. How would she feel if the world remembered her most for her sporadic role as the head of UNIT?

“I think that’s OK,” she says. “I grew up watching Jon Pertwee. And Jon Pertwee doesn’t change in my imagination. The people I grew up watching don’t get older in my imagination and I will remain in the imagination of the children who watch this 60th-year episode. And that is a kind of lovely thing. So I’m very happy to be remembered as Kate Stewart. Also, she’s a formidable woman. She has humour and heart and courage. And she’s vulnerable and aware of her limitations. So she’s kind of human in every possible way, even though she exists in a world of aliens and tech.”

On the subject of “the sci-fi stuff”, she admits that jargon and technobabble can be hard to play: the plot may need it, but it’s hard to bring much of yourself to. So she tries to find some emotional resonance of her own. “Either that or you just play it fast. It’s one or the other.”

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She has found, too, that the fans will support her in other roles. Recently she appeared in a play, Octopolis, at the Hampstead Theatre in London. “And a lot of Who fans came to see that, which is a lovely thing. She’s a great character, but partly the reason that UNIT has continued through this series is because fans have been very vocal in their love of those storylines.”

When she was growing up, it took her a while to admit that she wanted to be an actress. “My parents split when I was young. My mum [Deirdre Hamilton-Hill] supported me and my brother. There wasn’t a lot of money around, but we did get taken to the theatre. And I think growing up in the theatre, and particularly not having a fear of Shakespeare because I encountered him on the stage and not in the classroom for the first time, was a great privilege.”

It was a trip to see the Wars of the Roses Shakespeare history plays at the RSC in Stratford when she was 13 that convinced her she wanted to act. “Before that I’d played my cards close to my chest. I didn’t have much confidence. I was quiet about it because there were a lot of people in my family who acted.” When she told her father, he gave her a complete Arden set of Shakespeare plays, and wrote “to commemorate your decision to become an actress” on the front page.

She went to the London Academy of Music and Dramatic Arts, after which she began to work regularly. She appeared in a TV film, The Relief of Belsen, with her father, and in Howards End with Vanessa, but beyond that has ploughed her own furrow. So is the family connection one she can celebrate at this point?

What’s lovely, she says, is going to a set and having crew members come up to her and tell her they worked with her father, or her aunt, or her cousin or her brother Luke, a successful cameraman. “And usually anybody who says ‘I’ve worked with somebody in your family’ says it because they loved working with them. So it’s suddenly not quite such an intimidating environment.”

Family fame is dwarfed by sci-fi fame anyway. “I’m ‘her from Doctor Who’. And if you’ve got a body of work behind you, people don’t talk about the name. I just feel lucky that I come from the family that I come from because I grew up with books and theatre, which is a proper privilege. There wasn’t a lot of money, but there was that, and that’s worth everything.”

Doctor Who is on BBC1 and iPlayer from November 25. Jemma Redgrave’s episode is on December 9

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steampunkforever · 1 year

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Skyfall is a good movie. Frankly, all the Daniel Craig bond films leading up to it were good movies. Pivoting from the 06 Casino Royale’s re-contextualization of spies in the post-9/11 geopolitical landscape, Skyfall is about the consequences of the wars we fought before and the mistakes that came back to haunt us following the actions we took in those wars.

Skyfall was released in 2012, 11 years after the twin towers fell and 9 years after the 03 invasion of Iraq. We’d killed Bin Laden and now had to deal with ISIL, who’d not yet bombed the Ariana Grande concert but had at this point grown in power as a result of the US invasion in 03. Setting up the villain of the film (and his horrific disfigurement) as directly the result of MI6 decisionmaking only for him to come back and blow up MI6′s iconic HQ is evidence enough that Skyfall is a retrospective on a decade of war on terror that seems to have done nothing.

There are no better ways to show how tired and old Bond (and the empire he represents) is than to have him fail his fitness tests while in Winston Churchill’s old bunker. A waning icon of a waning empire in the decrepit remains of said empire. It’s a perfect exploration of the intersection of postcolonialism and the war on terror.

Given that the last Daniel Craig film I’d seen before starting Skyfall was Glass Onion, I watched Skyfall with the “I’m so glad that Craig stopped playing Bond so that now he can dress in sweaters in fun movies” criticisms in mind and frankly, I found they fell flat. For one thing, Bond does wear sweaters in this (very fun!) movie (as well as a cute blue adidas tracksuit with matching shoes!), but on top of that I’m starting to realize this criticism of the modern bond franchise (and other films like these) comes from the sort of people who still use the word “grimdark” for their media criticism. Just like those who unironically use “dudebro,” their contributions to serious discussion are limited. Doubly so for Skyfall because this movie is fantastic and balances tone elegantly.

I will admit that Skyfall takes a serious tone when addressing things like “the fall of the 20th century western imperialist old guard” and “thematic explorations of the war on terror and the mistakes of those gambling with the lives of millions” (If you were to try and write those into something finally similar to Trolls 2 it’d be difficult though not impossible) but I will argue that the movie is still self aware enough to understand itself as a pulpy adventure film.

This isn’t Moonraker or anything, but Skyfall is self aware enough to know what beats to hit. The villain monologues and then challenges Bond to a flintlock pistol shooting match. They keep the main bad guy in a dorky sci-fi glass prison cell. The action finale has goons (did I mention that there are goons?) showing up in a helicopter to attack a castle. They even pull the old DB5 out of mothballs so Bond can threaten the ejection seat trick. Bond fights off an evil lizard in a casino at one point. Imagine the movie in 60s Technicolor and the bones of the plot are just as camp as Goldfinger.

The movie is clearly self-aware and plays into the campier story conventions of a genre the franchise it belongs to basically started. It just doesn’t have characters shrug and go “*gulp* he’s behind me isn’t he?” Instead of lampshading the more ridiculous aspects of pulp characters from the 60s and 70s, Skyfall is so darn earnest about how cool these are. It’s self aware yet charming in its seriousness! (Jots down “James Bond Skyfall = Solarpunk?” into margin of notebook and is never heard from again)

Movies like Captain Marvel can’t say the same, and only half of that is because you can’t write a critique of Bush and Obama era imperialism while also shilling for the USAF. It’s because they can’t be serious in their ridiculousness that they end up being less campy (ashamed of truly trying) and less adult (too silly to take seriously) and ultimately less fun than movies like Skyfall.

That’s ultimately what Skyfall is. A Pulpy country-hopping spy flick about modern spies operating in shadows that are getting more cynical with every conflict. It’s not Dr. No but it’s immense fun that explores themes few other franchises are tackling these days. That’s worth a lot more than whatever Ryan Reynolds/The Rock spy film is dealing these days. And Daniel Craig got to wear a dark powder blue tracksuit too.

#filmposting #skyfall #james bond

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skyler10fic · 2 years

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Mission Accomplished - Ch. 1: Catch

By Skyler10

Summary: Shield agent Daisy Johnson needs a night off to relax from chasing Captain Marvel across the galaxy before the Kree get her. She goes to a gay bar, and guess who she finds?

Notes: Smut starts in chapter two :)

Read both chapters on Ao3

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On a planet that claimed to be a new and improved Earth, lightyears away from the original, Daisy Johnson needed time away from her team. Tensions were high after a rough day, most of it Daisy’s responsibility, and Piper had told her about a hot new LGBTQ+ club with great drinks. So Daisy dressed up, did her nightlife makeup, and left the Quake suit in her bunk for the night so she could blow off some steam.

The club itself seemed to pulse with the music, surrounding Daisy with the sensory stimulation she needed to forget her last mission. The colorful lights reflecting off the fog of the smoke machines distracted her long enough that she didn’t hear the bartender at first as he served her second drink. The blonde next to her had to get her attention.

Daisy inhaled sharply as she saw the woman. Gorgeous—and exactly the same defected Kree agent she’d been tracking for weeks and lost earlier in the day. A blown opportunity to complete her mission. Coulson had described the asset as tough, enhanced but not inhuman, resilient, and smart, but he hadn’t mentioned that up close, she was utterly captivating. Carol Danvers, hardly aged a day from her photo in the Shield archives, was tapping her on the shoulder.

“Oh, hello.” Daisy sent her her best charming smile.

She raised an eyebrow. “Hi.” She pointed to Daisy’s tall colorful cocktail. “Your drink’s here.”

“Thanks.” Daisy took a sip. “Ever had one of these?”

Carol looked surprised to be pulled into small talk. “Nope.”

The bartender slid a whiskey over to the blonde.

“Nice,” Daisy commented. “Classic Terran drink.”

“What?” she asked over the booming music.

Daisy pointed to the amber liquid. “Whiskey. It’s originally from Earth.”

“Oh, are you Terran?” Carol turned toward Daisy, suddenly more interested in their conversation.

“Sort of. It’s complicated.” Daisy shrugged. It’d been over a year since she’d been home, but her team’s orders from the top had been clear: no matter how long it took, return to Shield HQ with the asset for protection. The Kree would be searching for their lost agent, as they had once hunted Daisy herself as their “failed experiment.” And they would not be merciful this time either.

“Complicated? Sounds like there is a story there.” Carol sipped her whiskey and looked Daisy up and down with curiosity and, if Daisy wasn’t mistaken, interest. Nice. Now they were getting somewhere.

“I’m Skye.” Daisy made a split-second decision. This night was about to get messy. Best to stick to an alias, and for some reason, her own chosen name was the first thing that came to mind. Bit too vulnerable for normal missions, but something in her couldn’t completely lie to this asset. It was for the best anyway; a crucial rule of spycraft (and lying in general) was to keep as close to the truth as possible with key details omitted or altered. The woman moved closer, and Daisy wondered how many half-truths she’d be telling tonight.

“I’m … Dani.” Carol smiled slyly, as if in on the joke. Oh. She knew Skye was an alias and had given one of her own. Whether for her own safety as a fugitive from the Kree or for anonymity in a gay alien club, Daisy couldn’t tell.

The combination of loud, crowded, and dark made conversation difficult, however. After a few more attempts at small talk in between stretches of silence, Daisy asked Carol if she wanted to dance. Carol seemed surprised by her own answer but said yes. This woman was full of even more mysteries than Daisy had known about, and Daisy had the irresistible urge to solve them.

The dancing did Daisy good. She nearly forgot that she was there as an agent of Shield. For one glorious night, she was just a young, free, bi girl partying on an alien planet. She didn’t have to blast anything apart with her powers or hold the world together, which sometimes felt all too literal.

Carol too seemed to loosen up, and she cautiously inched closer and closer to Daisy as the music grew steamier. Someone stumbled into them from behind, pressing Carol up against Daisy, face to face. Carol grabbed Daisy’s hips instinctively to steady them both. Daisy saw her opportunity and covered Carol’s hands with her own so she wouldn’t remove them. It would be so easy to kiss her like this, but duty nagged at Daisy’s mind. Something moved in the shadows out of the corner of Daisy’s eye, and she turned in her dancing to get a better view. Carol caught on and moved a hand forward to Daisy’s stomach and kept one on her hip, keeping her in time with the music as she focused on their surroundings. Definitely not a spy and her asset; nothing to see here but normal club-dancing young women.

“You’re good at this,” Carol said into Daisy’s ear. Daisy grinded back in grateful reply. Carol laughed and pulled her in tighter so they were moving together, body to body. Daisy dared to drag her hand down Carol’s thigh.

They were jostled again, and Daisy decided it was time to get back to business. She leaned in toward Carol’s ear and said, “Let’s get another drink. This round’s on me.” She pulled back to read Carol’s expression.

Carol licked her lips. “Yeah, let’s go.” She took Daisy’s hand and led her off the dance floor, not toward the bar where Daisy expected them to go but to a rounded corner booth. The kind where they could slide in right next to each other and had a semblance of privacy.

A waitress immediately took their order and left them alone, far enough away from the music that they could actually hear each other talk.

Carol leaned back in the booth, surveying Daisy with a cocky smile.

“What?” Daisy finally asked with an uneasy laugh.

“You’re more fun than I thought you’d be” was Carol’s cryptic response.

“Than you thought I’d be from what, an hour ago?” Daisy wore her confusion plainly in the midst of what she assumed was flirtatious banter.

“Oh c’mon, give me a little credit.” Carol rolled her eyes. “I’ve known for more than an hour, agent.”

Daisy sobered up as best she could but kept her flirtatious attitude for show. “Ooo are we into role-playing, is that it, Miss Bond?” She added the last bit with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

Carol laughed but shook her head. “You’ve been following me for what, at least a week now?”

Daisy scrunched her brow in confusion, but she could tell from the confidence in Carol’s body language and tone that she’d been made. So much for a night off.

The waitress brought their drinks and left again with hardly a glance at them.

“You make it sound like I’m a stalker or something.” Daisy took a sip of her drink as an excuse to look around, trying to make her tone sound like Carol was being ridiculous, but meanwhile secretly scoping out any potential backup Carol might have or hostile agents in the area. If they were going to do this, they better be alone.

Carol lowered her voice both in tone and volume and leaned into Daisy’s side. To an outside viewer, they appeared to be exchanging erotic promises. “At first I thought the trace was a Kree team out to reclaim me. Then I saw the Shield logo on a spaceship about a week ago and another showed up a few days ago on the jacket of a man I passed. Someone on your team, I assume?”

Daisy kept her expression neutral, recalling the specific instances where they must have just missed each other. Carol was aware the Kree were coming for her. Good. One less piece of convincing she’d need.

“You’ve had contact with Shield before?”

Carol didn't answer and slid an arm around Daisy. She eyed a couple walking close by until they had completely passed. A few other club goers glanced toward them looking for an empty table, so Carol leaned in and pecked a kiss to Daisy’s neck, sending shivers up Daisy’s spine.

Carol whispered in Daisy’s ear, “Did Fury send you?”

Daisy shivered for another reason. It wouldn’t help her cause to tell Carol that Fury was gone, not when he was the only one in Shield Daisy knew for sure Carol trusted. “You know the Kree are after you. Why does it surprise you that old friends want to help?”

This got Carol’s attention. She pulled back and looked Daisy in the eye so they could read the sincerity in each other. Satisfied with what she found, Carol nodded.

“It’s a little hard to believe. I haven’t had help from friends in … a long time.” She sighed and ran her fingers through her loose honey-blonde waves.

Daisy let her curiosity overtake her. She should be insisting that Carol immediately come back to the Shield spaceship, but something about this woman fascinated her.

“What have you been doing all these years?”

Carol exhaled forcefully as she leaned back into the booth. She swished her drink in the glass before taking a sip.

“Saving as many of them as I can.” She looked to Daisy and then back to the full club, gesturing with her glass. “Planet after planet, ‘being the shield,’ as Fury would say.”

“Alone?” Daisy covered Carol’s hand with her own, not in flirtation but in genuine empathy. Carol met Daisy’s eyes again.

“There’s something about you…” Carol trailed off. “You’re not just here to track me, are you? Why are you here at all, in this bar?”

Daisy took another sip of her drink and pointed to it. “Technically, I’m not even working. I honestly came here to, I don’t know, wallow? Destress? Just be Daisy, not ‘Agent Johnson,’ for a bit.”

“Well, Daisy Johnson. I suppose you know I’m not really Dani. I’m Carol Danvers.”

“I know. Pleased to meet you, Carol Danvers.” Daisy smiled. “You know, I wasn’t even looking for you tonight.” She shook her head in disbelief at the situation and took the opportunity to search for any Kree around. The coast was still clear.

Carol blinked. “You’re serious? You’ve been tracking me for that long and you just walked into a club, and you happened to stand next to your target at a random bar?”

“Yeah.” Daisy shrugged. “Pretty much. Had no idea you’d even come to a place like this.” She waved her hand at some of the more obvious LGBTQ+ Pride decor.

Carol tilted her head in a mix of concern and approval. “You’re either incredibly lucky or very bad at this.”

“Hey!” Daisy laughed and slapped playfully at Carol’s thigh, which was still side by side with hers to maintain their appearance of not being two superheroes discussing a spy organization. “I’m on the right planet, in the right city, and even the right neighborhood. Surely I deserve a little credit for that.”

Just then, two warriors with skin a shade of blue Daisy would recognize anywhere stepped into view across the room.

Carol leaned her elbow on the table and shielded her face with her hand resting on her chin.

“Hey, what do you say we take this up to my hotel room?” Carol shot her eyes in the direction of the Kree so Daisy knew what she meant. “It’s right down the block, and I’d love to talk more and, uh, get to know you better.”

“Yeah, definitely.” Daisy slid out of the booth and left a few bills of the local currency on the table with their drinks. She spotted a back exit down a hallway, past the restrooms and kitchen.

It was Daisy’s turn to take Carol’s hand and lead her away. It wasn’t that easy, however. Carol stopped her before she pushed the back door open.

“Fire exit.” Carol grabbed Daisy’s outstretched arm and lowered it, then pointed to the “alarm will sound” sign written in the local language. “Pro tip? If you’re going for stealth, that is not it.”

“Have they spotted us?” Daisy led Carol back down the hallway, looking for the Kree and an alternate exit route.

Before Carol could answer, one of the Kree pointed in their direction and whispered to his companion.

“Now they have. Let’s go!” Carol took the lead and pulled Daisy into the kitchen.

The chef, a gray humanoid-octopus man shouted furiously at them to get out. Waiters and bartenders tried to block their path but Daisy and Carol were too quick for them. They wordlessly dropped each other’s hands and dodged and darted like they had trained together for years. Carol pushed a kitchen cart toward a waitress coming after Daisy. Just then, the Kree pair ran through the kitchen door. The kitchen staff held up their hands and quickly evacuated into the alley behind the club, inadvertently showing Daisy and Carol the route out.

“There you are!” one of the warriors shouted. “Come home, Vers, where you belong.” The last part might have sounded more enticing had it not been snarled through gritted teeth. He ran toward Carol, who was backed into a corner with fists balled, ready to fight.

In a split second, Daisy saw the kitchen cart that had knocked the waitress out of the way and knew she had one shot. She couldn’t run there in time, but she could use her powers. No gauntlets, so she knew this would hurt, but it was well worth a little pain to take down two Kree warriors.

Daisy quaked toward the cart and rammed it into the one running toward Carol, then extended her other hand to the other Kree running toward her. She quaked that one directly to the chest.

She spotted a waiter trying to enter the kitchen and groaned. She shouted at him, “Get out, go!”

A flash of light streaked past her quickly followed by another. Daisy had knocked down the Kree, but they wouldn’t be getting back up soon after each got photon blasts to the head. Daisy looked to Carol in awe, who grinned at her.

“Okay,” Carol nodded in acknowledgment, “that was hot. Maybe sexy even, I’d have to see it again, though, to be sure.”

“Me?!” Daisy blinked and laughed on an exhale. “You’re… you have fire hands! I mean, I knew, like on paper, but seeing it? That’s impressive.”

Carol shrugged. “Photon energy.”

Carol gestured toward the exit. Daisy shivered as she followed her out into the night, past reeking dumpsters of restaurant and hotel and club trash until they made it to the street.

Carol struck up the conversation again when they were far enough from the club to be safely ignored by the nightlife around them. “So Shield sent you to space to find me, and I know you’ve been tracking me, but how did you?”

Daisy didn’t know how to explain AI recognition or if it would freak her out. It was a pretty creepy ability, though it proved essential in her line of work.

“Tech is sort of my thing, you know?” she brushed off. “It’s my job.”

Carol chuckled. “You can do that ” she gestured behind them to the club and its kitchen, “and tech is your thing?”

Daisy laughed too. “Yeah, even before this,” she wiggled her fingers in front of them, “I was a comms agent, and before that, hacking systems all over the world. Including Shield.”

“Ahh.” Carol nodded. “Which is how they found you.”

“Yeah, it was sort of involuntary at first, but we worked it out.” Daisy smiled, hinting at her longer history. Maybe someday she’d tell Carol more of her tragic backstory. Best to keep it light for now. “How about you?”

Carol sighed and stuck her hands in the pockets of her tight jeans. “I was an Air Force test pilot. Was hit by an energy blast when the engine exploded—well, sort of a long story there, I actually tried to destroy it. Got the powers instead but lost my memory. I thought I was Kree for a long time. I even fought alongside them, and one day, I met Agent Fury and Shield and found out the truth. How is he, anyway?”

Daisy deflected. “It’s Coulson in charge now. He said you’d met?”

“You could say that. He saved my life once.” Carol stopped walking.

“He has a habit of that.” Daisy smiled softly back at her in understanding.

Carol pointed to the well-lit, bustling building in front of them. “This is me. My hotel, I mean.”

Daisy sighed. It was time. “You know my mission is to bring you back to Earth, to Shield.”

“To study me or something?” Carol snorted in derision. “No thanks.”

“It’s not like that.” Daisy shook her head slowly. In the light of the hotel awning extending out over the sidewalk, she could see apprehension leaking through Carol’s cocky demeanor.

“I wasn’t officially told because I don’t have the clearance, but…” Daisy paused for emphasis, showing off a bit to her crush/asset/new superhero idol. She stepped closer to Carol. “But I wasn’t about to fly off to space on a wild goose chase without knowing why.”

Carol slipped a hand around Daisy’s waist to her back as people passed. She leaned in and whispered, “And what did you discover?”

A wealthy, green-skinned older couple in glamorous clothing passed by muttering about people taking too much room on the sidewalk and young people these days .

Daisy decided to kill two birds with one stone: both irritate the snobby couple and make Carol work for the information a bit. Daisy closed the few inches between their lips and kissed Carol fully, hand coming up to rest on Carol’s cheek. It was cold from the night air, but her lips were warm and responsive, kissing Daisy back with desire and longing.

“Heroes,” Daisy whispered into Carol’s ear. “They want us on a team to train a new generation of superheroes.”

This hadn’t been what Carol expected, given her gaping surprise when Daisy pulled away to see her reaction.

“You’d be on the team too?” Carol verified. Daisy warmed inside hearing that her presence would make a difference in Carol’s decision.

“Yeah, it’s more complicated than that. There are more of us like me, made by the Kree, but different than your story, judging from what I’ve heard before and from what you said tonight. We call ourselves inhumans, descendants of a—”

Carol finished for her. “A Kree experiment. I’ve read about you, but they didn’t think you’d survived. Certainly none this long in history.”

Daisy shrugged in false modesty. “Yeah, well, we’re survivors. And because of, ah, world events that I may have accidentally caused,” Daisy paused and looked away sheepishly, “there have been more and more of us showing up in recent years. And there’s a whole Avengers thing that’s not doing so hot right now with other enhanced people. Honestly, it’s kind of a mess. But that’s where we could use your help. And we thought you might be able to use ours as well, to hide out from the Kree back home on Earth.”

Carol considered it and sent Daisy an inscrutable look instead of answering.

“Would you want to come up?” She jerked her thumb toward the hotel.

“I…” Daisy took a deep breath to calm her nerves. “I would.”

Carol walked up the steps with Daisy by her side and swiped her hotel key at the door.

Daisy shot a quick text to her team that she had followed the asset to her hotel and might not be back to the ship anytime soon. If her luck held, maybe not even until the morning.

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♡ ghostin (hq smau)

♡ synopsis: unable to cope with the loss of your first and only love, you’ve spent the last two years sending his number text messages. but on that one fateful date, your life changes, again. will you be able finally find and learn to love again?

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♡ chapter fourteen: the pain of yesterday

You drew closer, recognising the back of brunette locks. Oikawa’s back was facing you, leaned over and looking down. You stopped walking, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply. You tried to steel yourself, knowing that this conversation could essentially ruin whatever you had with Oikawa. You had never felt this way before, and deep down you knew you never owed anybody anything, especially not something like this.

You couldn’t help what you felt though. You weren’t even sure what it was, but this was just like a bandaid. It was better to rip it off quickly. Oikawa could make his own decisions, and in the end it would be better this way. It was better to let him cut it off now before either of you got too attached. It was completely pessimistic, but it was hard. Hard to believe that you could be this lucky. What was the deal? Was this going to be another sick joke the universe played on you?

Either way you weren’t laughing.

“Hey” you softly muttered. It was so quiet you weren’t even sure if Oikawa had even heard you. He did though, and turned around the moment he heard you. He smiled at you, so warmly and radiantly, it was a marvel that he could be even be more gorgeous. The rays of the sun enveloped him in a golden glow that made him absolutely ethereal.

“Hey” he responded, bringing you out of your staring and daydream. You knew this was going to happen, you had the entire time coming here to steady and ready yourself for this talk. The kind of talk you never got to have with anyone else before because you were just too caught up in your past to let anyone close. Yet here you were, just near the start of this relationship, with Oikawa and he already climb your walls. It was scary how easy he scaled the protective barriers around your heart, just resting now at the peak.

He led you to sit down beside him, taking note of your facial expressions. Whatever you wanted to say to him clearly weighed on you, and he felt scared. It felt a little unreasonable for him to feel this way, but it couldn’t be helped. On contrary to belief, Oikawa wasn’t actually good at the whole ‘dating’ thing. He got attached too easily and too fast. It was the reason why Oikawa never actually let anybody close to him. Being hurt before by the few girls who did manage to form a relationship with him was a blow. Not only to his heart, but to his pride.

It was just much easier to play the part of Oikawa Tōru, pretty boy athlete with a Prince Charming personality.

Building walls was a defence mechanism; one that the both of you shared - and unknown to the other, you were slowly but surely tearing down those walls.

Oikawa was patiently listening to you as you told him about your late lover. It was hard, not actually voicing that he was really gone. In a way, talking to Oikawa just reinforced the idea that Atsumu Miya was really gone and never coming back.

You retold how Atsumu was your boyfriend since high school. How just 2 years ago you lost the love of your life in a tragic accident.

He had died on his way to see you, missing the speeding car that turned on the corner and had killed him instantly. It was a loss that you’d never get over.

And you told him how on the date of the second year since his passing you met him.

Maybe it was a bit too much, because you saw the look on Oikawa’s face the moment you told him that. You didn’t want to put that much pressure on him.

“O-Oikawa.. it’s fine! There’s no strings and no pressure! I just wanted to tell you so-“

He cut you off, pulling you into an embrace that stopped any further words from spilling. Your jaw hanging open and slack at the surprise hug. His arms felt warm around you, his scent with the slight smell of cologne soothed you. It felt foreign and strange at how comforting Oikawa was.

“I’m sorry” he whispered low into your ear, and the tears that you tried so desperately to hold back earlier came flooding out.

You cried into him for a good while, definitely soaking the shirt he was wearing. You’d apologise for it later, when you weren’t in such a state and could think properly. And Oikawa just held you for as long as you needed, rubbing shapes on your arms, shoulders and back to ease you.

He didn’t understand the pain you went through. The pain you were going through. He felt lucky that he’d never faced losing in what he deemed as a soulmate in such a way.

No, Oikawa Tōru would never understand the pain you were going through, but he’d hope that even just this little bit of attempted comfort would soothe you, no matter how minimal it was. If it helped even just in the slightest, then it was enough for now.

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♡ notes: yikes somebody hit tumblr bc i had this in drafts and then the app kept closing when i tried and i didnt have my laptop 🥴 then hit me bc i had to make a new draft anyway hejsjsjsjjsisjsjjs. sorry it took way to long! also wondering if i should do a rewrite. like this story but written; ngl i did this as an smau bc i was lazy but i feel like it doesnt convey the type of emotion i could possibly garner if i had actually decided to make this a type of fic or wtv. id continue this, but consider it like, an alternate telling of the story. we’ll see but anyway this smau is back and i dont wanna let it go that long ever again

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master-sass-blast · 3 years

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This Life is Infinite: Chapter Two.

Apologies for the delay, but here's part two of two!

Summary: The second part of the Infinity War Fic, aka I'm still doing whatever I want with the Russo's canon.

Pairing(s): Piotr Rasputin x Reader, Nathan Summers x Wade Wilson, Alexandra Rasputin x Nikolai Rasputin, and Kitty Pryde x Illyana Rasputin.

Rating: M for canon typical violence and death threats.

Word Count: 7.4k.

Set after "This Life is Infinite: Chapter One."

Taglist: @marvel-is-perfection, @chromecutie, @super-darkcloudstudent, @girl-obsessed-with-things, @leo-writer, @emma-frxst, @sadstone-s

The earpieces are a blessing and curse.

In terms of connectedness, there’s no better option. You can hear the gunmen on the sniper line and the stamina fighters in the field, relaying the position of enemies and giving orders to one another. You can keep tabs on the goings on of HQ, where Princess Shuri and the other computer savvy individuals are running cameras –and, when the need arises, launching and operating attack drones. You’re in the loop as much as is possible –which, for fights like this, is essential.

It’s also nerve-wracking. You can hear the screams of the alien soldiers. The grunts of effort and pain from the stamina fighters –from your husband, and as much as you cringe when you hear him get hit, the spaces of silence are even worse. You can hear the crack of gunfire, the resonance of the sonic weapons.

It’s haunting. You can’t see the battlefield, but with your earpiece it’s like it’s all around you.

You shift from foot to foot. Your pulse is pounding in your ears, making you feel uncomfortably warm and more than a little dizzy. You gulp convulsively, even though your mouth is bone dry.

You’ve been in plenty of fights before. You’re not afraid of conflict or pain –not to a great enough extent for either to be a deterrent, at least—nor are you put off by the cacophony of chaos and stimulus that comes with a proper battle.

It’s not necessarily even the stakes of this fight that have you so on edge. They’re almost too vast, too grandiose to wrap your head around. Half the damn universe –but how much of that universe have you even seen? It’d be a devastating blow in terms of logistics, but in terms of emotions, it’s almost moot…

Unless you lose someone close to you.

You can’t lose Piotr. You wouldn’t be able to handle it. And normally you’d take refuge in your husband’s experience fighting, his strength and endurance, his nigh impenetrable steel armor, but…

Wade had told you about the horror stories he’d heard from Nathan, mostly told in quiet moments or after waking up from nightmares. According to him, Nathan had described The Decimation as a completely random attack that, once it happened, rendered half of the living universe to ash.

There’s no amount of experience, strength, or protection that could ever counter a blow like that. There’s no safety net, no way to finagle the odds in your favor.

And that, above all else, is the real kicker of the situation. Knowing you could lose Piotr, despite all your best efforts, despite how invulnerable he is in any other situation, just because of an overgrown egomaniac and random chance…

It’s devastating.

“Chitauri airships incoming!”

The alert, sent out by Steve, jolts you back into reality. You quickly adjust your goggles so they sit properly over your eyes, then get a running start before taking off and soaring into the air, alongside Tony, Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes, your uncle, Ororo, and Sam Wilson.

There’s no more time for rumination.

***

You’ve never actually seen the Chitauri before.

You know that pictures of them were plastered all over the papers and the Internet, post the New York attack, but you never got to see them. That incident occurred long after your father banned the TV from your family’s home, and both your parents made a point to keep any information about the outside world away from you –including newspapers.

When you look back on it, the depths of their abuse makes your skin crawl.

So, when you head to the skies, only to see spikey, flying slugs with a giant, cavernous mouths—

“Those are the airships?” You grimace as you zip through the air. “They look like wiggling turds!”

“Or a poorly contrived CGI abomination,” Wade points out between rounds of gunfire.

Small dots dart around the hulking airships. As you draw closer, you can see that the “dots” are the chariots Gamora mentioned.

The Chitauri soldiers let out a war cry when they see the lot of you approaching, then start firing their weapons at you.

You dodge a spray of electro-magnetic bolts, twirling as your soar higher into the air. You turn, then whip a category five strength burst of wind at the chariot in the front of the formation before diving to avoid another round of shots.

The current rends the chariot in half, sending the riders plummeting to the ground below.

Tony, Rhodes, and Wilson storm ahead of you, targeting the other chariots. The move from vessel to vessel, taking out the riders and pilot in turn.

The small ships drop to the Earth below like stones, creating smoking divots in the grassy fields.

“We can’t let those airships get close to the ground!” Ororo shouts as she dismantles a chariot with a burst of lightning. “We risk losing our sniper line if they’re allowed to drop their soldiers!”

“Get past the shield line,” your uncle instructs. “We’ll slow them down so the others can drop them.”

You join up with Storm and your uncle, sailing through the shields with ease. The three of you stop several kilometers away from the shield perimeter, placing yourselves between the lab and the massive –and, fortunately, slower—airships. You raise your arms in unison—

A raging, mighty gale rips across the sky. Wind rushes in your ears, drowning everything else out as the three of you essentially create a force field of wind.

The airships stagger. The jerk from side to side, lurching wildly before coming to an agonizing crawl.

You grit your teeth, straining to keep your hands steady so your part of the blast stays stable. Despite your natural resistance to things like windburn, the sheer force of the current is chapping your skin. Your hair whips around you, stinging your face and neck with each strike. You can almost feel the air being sucked out of your lungs from the strength of the draft.

There’s a brilliant flash of iridescent light on the ground below –and then it shoots into the sky, easily piercing through the heavy armor on one of the Chitauri airships.

Carol Danvers hovers above the destroyed airship as it plummets to the Earth. Surrounded by swirling, prismatic light, she almost looks like an avenging angel. She surveys the scene of the battle, then shoots off towards the next nearest airship, undeterred by the hurricane force wind being unleashed by you, your uncle, and Ororo.

The drones chase after Carol, swooping around her as they attack the chariots that swarm the air like locusts. Sparks and bursts of electromagnetic energy streak across the sky as chariots and drones alike careen into each other. Bits of Chitauri—bio-organic matter, scraps of metal, and fragments of the drones cascade down onto the ground like snowflakes of havoc.

“How much longer do we have to hold this?” you holler, ears ringing from the deafening roar of the wind.

“As long as we –oh shit!” your uncle’s voice crackles through your earpiece.

Flashes of shimmering blue light far below you catch your eye. You glance down –and gasp when you see several portals opening inside the shield line.

Klyntaar soldiers pour through the portals, shrieking and bellowing as they sprint up the hill towards the sniper line. Several of them collapse when they’re struck by sonic blasts, but more take their place until they form an impenetrable, writhing black sea.

“Alex!” your uncle shrieks, voice taut with panic. “Alex, we’re about to be fucked!”

Your heart thuds in your chest. Your hands start shaking, eyes blurring with tears as you try to stay calm –as you try to not think about Piotr. Please let him be okay, please let him be okay, please let him—

A burst of piercing, painfully bright white light glints at the furthest edge of the alien horde—

And then the Klyntaar soldiers burst into flames.

You wince, recoiling from the sheer intensity of the light and the searing heat of the fireball as it travels through the grunts, consuming them in seconds and rendering them to ash.

Shrieks of agony rise up from the crowd of enemy soldiers, cut short as the plume of fire sweeps through each section of enemies. In its wake, it leaves only scorched ground and smoldering ashes.

Alex floats through the flames, body and hair glowing golden-white. Ripples of heat distortion roll off her, making the air around her crackle and hiss. She gazes out at the battlefield for a moment –then shoots off towards the airships, leaving a sonic boom in her wake.

“We need to siphon out the smoke,” Ororo says. “Or else there won’t be much point in having our fighters down on the field.”

“I’ve got it.” You drop out of formation, diving down towards the burning mass remains of the Klyntar soldiers. You position yourself outside of the smoke cloud –the last thing you want to do is gas yourself—then create a vortex to suck the smoke up and away from the endurance fighters.

Closer to the ground, you can see more of the details of the fight. You watch as Logan slices through a few surviving Chitauri soldiers with T’Challa –who’s since donned his Black Panther suit—while Piotr, Juggernaut, and Christina beat down a few straggler Klyntar grunts. Further up the crest, the sniper line holds firm, led by Nathan, Frank, and Wade. They pick off any foot soldiers that the others miss, effectively keeping the field clear.

In the sky, Alex and Carol are decimating the last couple airships. The drones are chasing after the chariots, blockading them away from the shields so they can’t pass through.

Hope swells in your chest as you watch the drones circle around one the chariots, choking it out from any escape before they shoot it down. All around you, the numbers of Thanos’s army are dwindling. We can do this… holy shit, we might just have this!

A scant few feet away from the shield line, another portal opens. It stretches wide, shimmering blue at the edges and blotting out the view of the trees and the mountain beyond. An inky chasm stares out at you, ominous and empty—

And then several rolling tanks the height of small skyscrapers wheel out. They crush the trees like twigs, digging deep ruts into the ground like it’s nothing but sand.

Fuck. You freeze, gaping in horror as the tanks breeze through the shields, shorting them out with ease. You start hyperventilating, every cell frozen with fear—

Piotr.

You gasp and whirl around. Your eyes scan the field, desperately searching for your husband.

You spot him running towards the sniper line with the other fighters –but there’s no use. Given the size and the scale of the tanks, there’s no place to hide.

We’re going to die.

You turn towards the tanks again –then recoil when you see they’re about to run you over. You fly up and away, desperately trying to outrun the metal beasts—

Two the tanks stall, then break apart in sections. Pieces of the machines float off the ground, slowly spinning in the air.

Erik and his daughter, Lorna, race forward. Erik plants himself on the field, hand outstretched as he dismantles one of the tanks, whereas Lorna lands on one of the cylindrical sections and flies off towards the remaining Chitauri airships.

Red energy spreads across the front of a third tank. It lifts off the ground –and then Wanda Maximoff lands in front of it. She grunts as she throws the tank back, sending it flying.

The force of the throw and the landing shears the tank into three smoldering pieces.

Alex and Carol crash through the final tank, crushing it beyond recognition. They both skid to a stop, digging ruts into the ground beneath their feet.

You go limp with relief –so much so that you nearly drop out of the sky. You catch yourself, then fly to Piotr on instinct.

He holds an arm out to you, tucking you against his side when you land next to him. The two of you survey the battlefield—

And then more portals open. Thousands of Klyntar and Chitauri soldiers sprint out of the portals, uttering chilling battle cries as they race up the hill.

“Regroup!” Tony shouts over the earpiece system. “Shields are down! Regroup to hold the line!”

Your stomach drops as you stare out at the onslaught of new foes. You grip Piotr’s hand for a moment –which is slick from blood and other such innards.

He holds your hand back, jaw working as you both steel yourselves for the next leg of the battle. He squeezes your hand gently—

And then the two of you let go of each other and rush towards your foes.

***

You’d never truly understood the term “war by numbers” until now.

It’d made sense, technically speaking. Having more soldiers meant a greater advantage; one could simply overwhelm their opponents en masse. It also meant having more replacements in the event of deadly injuries.

However, you’d also known that there were rules that overrode the “war by numbers” rule. How many rulers had tried to invade Russia during winter, after all?

The trouble is, though, this isn’t Russia during winter.

Everywhere you turn, there’s another enemy soldier to take down. You’re surrounded by clamoring bodies and glinting spears. You can’t even hear yourself think over the drone of screams, the clanking noises of metal hitting metal, and the thousands of thundering footsteps. You can barely make out anything around you. All you can process is survival. Making sure you’re the one who comes out of each individual clash alive.

Whatever it takes.

You’re drenched with sweat. Your lungs burn. Your body aches from blows and effort alike. Your stomach’s tight with adrenaline –which is probably the only thing keeping you on your feet right now.

You growl through gritted teeth, then use a pressure front to explode the heads of several Chitauri soldiers. You use the brief reprieve to fly into the air and try to get a sense of what’s going on.

It’s chaos (no surprise there). Erik and Lorna are using the scraps of the tanks and fallen chariots to plow through rows of enemy soldiers. Wanda and Jean are protecting the sniper line, using their telekinetic and telekinetic-adjacent abilities to hold various enemies back or fling them across the battlefield. Your uncle, Ororo, and Alex alternate between fighting off grunts and taking out airships that keep flying through the sky portal. Carol is decimating soldiers left and right alongside Thor and Loki. Peter Quill –fortunately—seems to be sticking to the damn plan, flying alongside Tony, Sam Wilson, and Rhodey while the other guardians fight their way through the battlefield, annihilating any foe that dares to challenge them. Everyone else –T’Challa, Steve, Matt Murdock, Jessica Jones, your husband, Mikhail, any of the Wakandans not on the sniper line, and so many others—beat back Thanos’s forces with anything they have –shields, claws, spears, even their bare fists.

And with all that, it’s still not enough. It almost seems like as soon as one foe falls, two more take their place.

You pant raggedly, then make to dive back into the fracas—

And then another portal opens. A hulking, purple-skinned man steps through, resplendent in shining golden armor. A gold glove sits on his left hand; three shimmering gems –blue, red, and violet—are mounted on the back of the gauntlet.

Thanos.

“Why does the genocidal maniac look like Brand from The Goonies crossbred with a dehydrated eggplant?” Wade asks.

Despite the absurdity of the question –of the whole damn situation, really—you laugh.

“Magik, Strange, and Vision, we’re ready for you,” Tony says. There’s a series of explosions from his end of the line –which line up with the Chitauri chariots trying to shoot him down as he swoops across the sky—and when Tony speaks again, he sounds strained. “The sooner, the better!”

A whirling portal, courtesy of Dr. Strange, opens at the crest of the hill. Illyana, Dr. Strange, and Vision step through, standing high over the smoking ruin of the battlefield like angels in a Baroque painting.

Illyana charges first; she flits across the field, blackened armor glinting the sunlight. She extends her arm, conjuring the Soul Sword into her hand. She swings her arm back, teeth bared in a vicious snarl, then flings it forward.

A beam of bright, amber colored bursts out of the sword, arcing across the field towards Thanos.

He blocks with the gauntlet, erecting a bubble of shimmering, translucent purple energy around him. He staggers back when Illyana’s attack hits his shield and ricochets off, letting out a grunt that you can hear halfway across the battlefield.

Your heart sinks. That didn’t even do anything.

How are you supposed to take this guy down? He’s fucking massive –bigger than Piotr or the Juggernaut—and already has three of the damn Infinity Stones –which, if it’s to be believed, are all-powerful weapons that could squash anyone here who tries to face him save for three people, and those three people still can’t touch him with the Infinity Stones they have, and—

Something whizzes past your head –a piece of tank shrapnel, a spear, a gunshot, a fucking body, you don’t know what—and then there’s no more time for thinking.

You dive back into the fight with a scream.

***

You only catch flashes of the fight against Thanos –the real, direct one, anyhow.

You can see bursts of color –yellow, amber, and green. You can see the battered corpses twitch or shudder when Illyana attacks. You catch glimpses of things being reversed –pieces of ruined machinery flying back into the air, bodies knitting themselves back together and life sparking back into hollow eyes—as Dr. Strange messes with time. You can see the yellow beams of energy from Vision’s attack and feel his presence as he mentally sweeps through the battlefield via the Mind Stone.

The air reeks of death. The ground beneath your feet is soaked with blood, with shit, with bile, with fluids you can’t even identify and don’t want to. Something always squelches or crunches beneath your boots, making you slip and stumble as you beat down enemy after enemy.

Your body aches. Screams. Pain judders up your arm when your fist collides with the skull of a Chitauri grunt. You suck a breath through your teeth, bury the feeling, then use an air shockwave to rip through another three soldiers.

Whatever it takes. Whatever it takes. Whatever it takes.

You feel it first. The hairs all over your body stand up. A current pulses through your teeth, your bones.

The ground shakes. The earth rumbles, quaking like it’s going to explode.

“Get back!”

Horror sweeps over you as a blast of purple energy rips through the ground, the corpses, the living –everything in front of you, disintegrating anything it touches into ash. Chitauri, Klyntar, and Earth forces alike shriek before being evaporated as the beam slices through the field like a hot knife through butter.

Your ears pop. The smell of ozone fills your nostrils. Your stomach churns.

This is it.

There’s a flicker of blue, just before the beam –and then a shield sweeps into place, just deflecting the attack before it can destroy everyone, everything.

Illyana lets out a guttural shriek of pain. She bows her head, arms outstretched as she uses her magic to hold off Thanos’s attack. Her heels dig ruts into the ground as the force of the Power Stone’s attack shoves her and her shield backwards.

“Help her hold the line!”

Wanda’s by her side in an instant, using her powers to bolster Illyana’s shield. Jean and Loki join her next, filling in places where the Power’s Stone’s energy had burnt the magic out. Vision and Strange fall into line shortly after, using their Infinity Stones to ward off Thanos.

Exhaustion sweeps over you all at once. Your adrenaline is spent, the last bits having burnt out with such a near brush with certain death. Your knees buckle, sending you towards the ground—

Frank yanks you back up by the collar of your flight jacket. “Stay up! You have to stay on your feet!”

You nod, barely registering his hoarse shout—

And then Piotr’s holding you up. “Myshka!”

“Piotr!” You stagger against his side, clutching at him.

His uniform’s all but tatters, ripped and burnt past the point of ever being salvageable. His armor’s covered with dents and scratches that tell you he’s hurting underneath the steel—

But he’s alive. He’s okay.

But none of us might be for much longer, you realize, watching the stalemate between the epitome of the unstoppable force and the immovable object. That shield can’t hold forever, and when it goes Thanos is gonna—

The beam of energy shooting out from the Power Stone starts to wobble and warp. It bows from side to side, diffusing from a deep, rich violet to a weak, insipid lavender color as it weakens.

Even from across the battlefield, through the curling, acrid smoke, there’s no missing Thanos’s surprised expression. He stumbles back, gaping at his failed attack before staring down at the gauntlet on his hand. He scowls, clenching his fist as he tries to make the Stones work with his will—

“Drop the shield!”

You look over in time to see Alex –eyes and hands glowing purple—unleash a barrage of purple energy towards Thanos.

Illyana and the others drop the shield, then dive out of the way of the attack.

Thanos manages to raise a shield, though the blast does knock him back several feet. He growls, then raises his gauntlet-clad fist into the air.

Thousands of portals open around him, until there’s practically no view of the Wakandan forest ahead left.

Soldiers –Chitauri and Klyntar—pour out of the openings. The sounds of their running footsteps and battle cries are deafening.

Your vision shakes from the sheer number of impacts against the ground ahead of you. You stumble, clutching at your husband’s side as a veritable wall of bodies and armor swarms up the hill. …Shit.

“Retreat! Fall back!”

You’re running before you realize it, booking it towards the lab building with everyone else. You leap over a heap of bodies, then fly into the air and swerve over to grab two fallen Wakandan soldiers and yank them back to their feet. You can feel the enemy at your heels, and it’s all you can do to breathe while the hairs all over your body stand on end—

The ground shakes again –but different this time. More jagged, staccato. Almost like the world is trying to rip itself apart just to end this madness.

Everyone grinds to a halt –allies and foes alike. You all stumble, startled by the new, unexpected force.

You spot it out of the corner of your eye: a corpse of a Chitauri grunt, eyes glowing blue and mangled beyond repair, peeling itself off the ground and lurching towards the wall of new enemies.

And, around it, the rest of the dead are rising as well. Chitauri, Klyntar, Wakandan, and countless others, all propping themselves up on broken bones and ruined muscles and tissue and swarming towards the opposition.

You stare in shock, panting. Your mouth hangs open, wordless, as your mind tries to process the miracle you’re witnessing—

And then you spy Allison standing in the center of the battlefield, hand outstretched towards what’s left of Thanos’s army.

She sneers at Thanos, lifting her chin defiantly. Then, she clenches her other hand into a fist and twists it.

Three sinkholes open in the ground near her feet, earth crumbling into dust and ash. There’s an echoing, bone-chilling screaming sound, and then several hellhounds crawl out from the openings. They snarl and snap; smoke curls out of their nostrils and from between their fangs. Drool drips from their jowls, scorching and disintegrating the ground beneath their massive paws.

Allison hops on the back of the largest hellhound, then twists her hand into the fur on its neck and kicks her heels against its side.

The beast howls, then lunges forward and takes off down the hill, followed by the other hellhounds.

For a moment, all any of you can do is stare. You all watch, dumbfounded, as the hellhounds and the dead rip into Thanos’s forces, as any newly dead are scooped up by Allison’s magic and turn on their brethren, as the wall of grunts is slowly pushed back and thinned out—

“Let’s go!” Nathan bellows.

“Get that gauntlet!” Captain Rogers shouts before sprinting down the hill once more.

The rest of you follow suit, calling on whatever dregs of adrenaline and stamina are left to finish the job.

You fly forwards, zipping through the air as you hurtle towards Thanos. You spy Carol Danvers to your right, and exchange a nod with her before arcing to the left while she stays on a direct course with the Mad Titan.

Carol slams into Thanos like a semi mowing over a Prius. She topples him, unphased by his armor or size or the shield he’d tried to erect upon seeing her approach. She fights him hand to hand, easily deflecting his blows and knocking him back like a Newfoundland batting at a kitten.

You soar into the air, rising as high as you dare before spinning and shooting back down. You grit your teeth as you fall faster and faster, wind roaring in your ears and whipping wildly through your hair. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. You brace your arms in front of you in an ‘x’ shape as the target of Thanos’s back draws closer and closer. Four. Three. Two…

Carol leaps nimbly out of the way just before you collide with Thanos.

The purple-skinned giant lets out a satisfying groan as the air shockwave around you slams into him. He flies over the field and into the hill, landing so hard he digs an eight-foot-tall asshole shaped divot in it. He grunts as he tumbles down the hill, stunned.

You sail backwards, somersaulting through the air as you deal with the recoil if the impact. You manage to catch yourself several hundred feet later, coming to a slow stop in midair. You retch, choking down bile as it rises in your throat, then fly back to the main battlefield as fast as you physically can.

Piotr, Juggernaut, Christina, Thor, and countless others have already dogpiled Thanos. They grapple with him, using their strength, size, and numbers to hold him down. A few others –Tony, Rhodes, and Quill—are clustered around his left hand, trying to yank the gauntlet off with all their might.

You land a few feet away from them, unleashing an air shockwave that takes out the encroaching members of Thanos’s army. You whirl around, making sure the area is clear, then storm towards Thanos with fists clenched tight at your side. Let’s see how well you fight when I fill your lungs with blood, you pompous bastard—

The gauntlet shifts around Thanos’s wrist –then disappears through his hand entirely.

Kitty darts away, holding the golden glove tight. She keeps herself intangible, allowing several enemies to pass through her in their attempts to reclaim the gauntlet and its three stones. She glares at Thanos, lips quirked into a victorious –if exhausted—smirk. “What now, you narcissistic son of a bitch!”

Thanos strains under the might of his restrainers, then collapses back with a chuckle. “You’re outmatched. My forces will overrun you and return the gauntlet to me, and then I will fulfill my destiny. You cannot outrun the inevitable! The world cries out for balance, and I will not rest until it has been brought—”

You let out an angry growl, then turn away and make ready to slice through another Chitauri soldier with an air whip.

The grunt raises its spear –then collapses in on itself and dissolves into ash.

Across the field, the rest of Thanos’s living forces do the same. The remaining soldiers crumble into the dust, bodies desiccating left and right.

The ash swirls into the air, convening together in a matte black mass before being sucked into the tip of Illyana’s sword. The Soul Stone glows brightly at the hilt, then dims back down once the last of the ash is trapped inside.

Illyana lifts her head, smirking –then collapses to her knees.

“‘Yana!” Kitty sprints over to her girlfriend, gauntlet still tucked under her arm. She drops to her knees, skidding in next to Illyana, and quickly tucks her shoulder under Illyana’s arm.

The undead soldiers collapse as well, thudding against the ground as Allison releases them. The teen gasps, then topples off her hellhound (and into Artemis’s waiting arms).

The hill falls silent –almost eerily so.

“Wanna repeat what you were saying, wrinkly plum?” Wade skips over (though you don’t miss the limp in his left leg), twirling his katanas chipperly. “Man, that is egg on your face, huh? If you want, you can do a ‘fake laugh, hide real pain’ bit. I won’t tell anyone you stole it from me. Pinky promise!”

Nathan stalks after Wade, gun barrel raised. He aims at Thanos’s head, cybernetic eye glowing as he growls, “It’s over. Surrender.”

Thanos scowls, but says nothing.

Before Nathan can fire his gun, Wade puts a hand on his shoulder. “Honey –I think there’s someone else who needs it more.”

Nate glances over his shoulder to see Nebula and Gamora walking up behind him. He lowers his gun, then holds it out to them. “Care to do the honors?”

Gamora ushers Nebula forward, nodding encouragingly when her sister hesitates.

Nebula takes the rifle in her hands, adjusting how it sits against her shoulder before twisting the power knob all the way up. She glares at her “father” while everyone else backs away, shoulders heaving with each seething breath she takes. “You should’ve killed me when you had the chance.”

“It would’ve been a waste of parts,” Thanos replies, upper lip curling in a sneer.

Nebula growls, then squeezes the trigger.

The sonic pulse hits Thanos square between the eyes, making his head explode like a rotten melon.

“It’s raining men!” Wade warbles, twirling while brain matter and blood rain down. “Hallelujah, it’s raining men! Amen!”

A few people laugh –and then the slow, aching trudge back towards the lab building begins.

“Getting too old for this shit,” your uncle grumbles as he stomps up the hill. He clasps your shoulder as he passes by, then continues on and goes back to complaining under his breath.

“And here I thought that youthfulness was a state of mind,” Wade quips as he mashes part of Thanos’s skull with his boot.

“He’s right,” Alex groans as she rolls her neck. “A lot of us are getting too old for this mess.” She lets out a hollow huff of a laugh, then adds, “Most of us weren’t meant to live this long to begin with.”

Mikhail shakes his head. “Bred kakoy to.” He purses his lips when Alex argues back in Russian, then scoops her into his arms, bridal-style, and starts carrying her up the hill.

Alex lets out a startled grunt, then chuckles tiredly. “I can walk.”

“And I can carry you,” Mikhail fires back.

You shuffle along, gasping for air with each step you talk. You keep a mental tally of everyone you see, feeling lighter and lighter as with each new person you see alive. You watch as Illyana and Kitty join up with Lorna, and as the three girls all brace against each other as they make their way back to the lab—

“Myshka.”

You let out a relieved groan as you all but crumple against Piotr’s steel chest. You press your lips against his in a weary kiss, then sigh when it ends. “Hey.”

“Privet.” He cups your face in his hands, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. “Ya tebya lyublyu.”

“I love you, too.” You close your eyes and lean against him as relief flows through your exhausted, aching body. “Will you carry me?”

Piotr chuckles, then gently lifts you into his arms. “Konechno, myshka. Let’s go rest.”

You lay your head against his shoulder –and promptly pass out.

***

Damn. I never realized just how much food we mutants could pack away.

The thought is inane in juxtaposition to what you –to what all of you—just accomplished. And yet, here you all are, crowded into one of the work rooms, wolfing down piles of food in near silence.

You’re sitting in Piotr’s lap, horking down a sandwich while he demolishes a plate heaped with chicken, rice, vegetables, and other fixings. The rest of the Rasputin family is crowded around you –Allison, too—along with the X-Force, Kitty, and a few others. You’re all various states of battered, dusty, and grimy –save for Nikolai, who made food for everyone once the fight was over—and no one speaks more than a couple words or grunts at a time.

You don’t think you’ve ever been this tired. Every single part of your body aches. Even after a healing session, any kind of movement is sheer agony. Once you finish eating this sandwich, you’re going to pass out for at least fifteen hours.

And, God, what an incredible sandwich it is.

It’s not the most complex or refined food you’ve ever had –or even the fanciest sandwich you’ve ever had. But something about being so exhausted and so out of energy makes every bite a veritable tastebud orgasm. You almost never want to stop eating it, if only so you can experience this sheer level of euphoria forever.

Part of you could die right now and be happy having eaten this sandwich.

You sag against Piotr when he hugs you with one arm, then cram another bite of sandwich into your mouth.

You don’t think you’ll ever experience this degree of relief ever again.

***

The abrupt shift from preparing and fighting to packing and heading out –the abrupt break in the tension that’s replaced by the knowledge that the world isn’t going to end for now—is jarring.

For the X-Men and related such groups, at least, you all allot yourself twenty-four hours. Twenty-four hours, if only so the healers and Dr. McCoy have a chance to process through everyone and make sure that the injured are stable enough to travel, and then the mass exodus begins.

(In truth, you’re grateful for the quick turnaround. You know you’re not going to sleep well –truly well—until you’re home with Piotr, in your proper bed, with no strangers to try and navigate around.)

You keep close to the Rasputin family, Nate, Wade, and Neena while the X-Jets are loaded. Piotr and Professor Xavier stand off to the side –out of the flow of traffic—while they speak with King T’Challa and Princess Shuri –likely about mutantism and what Wakanda can do to support not just their own mutants, but mutants around the world. In any other scenario, you’d be by Piotr’s side, play the role of the supportive wife and the unofficial quasi-right-hand of the school’s future headmaster, but…

You’re so fucking tired.

“Davay, ptista.” Alex clasps your shoulder, gently ushering you along. “Almost done.”

You lean against her side, grateful for the motherly comfort and guidance—

“Boyko.”

Your head jerks up as Tony strides into the hangar, bee-lining straight for Alex. You look up at the Rasputin matriarch—

And if you hadn’t spent so much time around Alex, you’d miss the signs. The slight twitch of her left eye. The barely there turn down of her mouth that smooths out by the time you blink. The way her hand tightens –infinitesimally—on your shoulder before relaxing again.

Uh-oh.

“Is there somewhere else we can talk?” Xavier asks with a polite smile while Tony’s still on his collision-course with –arguably—the world’s most dangerous woman (heck, even person). “Away from all the clamor?”

“Of course.” King T’Challa spares a long, suspicious glance towards Alex, but then extends his arm and ushers the Princess, the Professor, and your husband out of the hangar.

Piotr locks eyes with you as he departs. His forehead wrinkles while his brows knit together. He glances at his mother, then back at you.

You nod. I’ll take care of it.

“Alexandra Boyko,” Tony continues, undeterred –and, thank goodness, the hangar’s mostly empty right now because, as far as you’re concerned, no one else needs to hear whatever else is about to come out of Stark’s mouth. “Daughter of Olesya and Friedrich Boyko. Born in 19—”

“What do you want, Stark?” Alex cuts him off with no pretense of trying to be polite. Her gaze bores into him (and, to his credit, he doesn’t flinch). “Mm? Spit it out. Either that, or quit wasting my time.”

“You were ‘recruited’ into the White Star program by the KGB,” Tony continues. “At the age of four. After that, all public records of you vanish until a little over twenty years later, when you married Nikolai Rasputin. All records of your parents –your family—disappear, too, which is strange, considering your mother was a promising prima ballerina and had the legs to match—”

“I think we have had enough of you.” Nikolai swoops in, looking the angriest you’ve ever seen him as he steps between his wife and Stark. His face flushes red, blue eyes standing out in stark contrast under his heavy, furrowed brow. He barks at Tony in Russian, then takes a half-step, half-lunge towards him when the smaller man refuses to move.

“Sure thing, farm boy,” Tony says before trying to sidestep Nikolai. When he fails, he looks past Nick’s elbow, to Alex. “Mind calling off your attack dog?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Alex smirks and crosses her arms over her chest. “I’m fine with this arrangement.”

“Hey, we can talk quietly, or we can talk like this,” Tony booms, spreading his arms wide in a shrug. “I’m not the one with secrets to keep.”

Alex narrows her eyes, then sighs and waves her hand at Nick—

“I’ve got it,” you blurt.

All three of them look at you.

“What?” Alex asks, brow arching sharply.

“I’ll handle it,” you repeat, patting her arm. “Go on. Go help with the load up. Check on Mikhail or Illyana. I’ll talk to Mr. Stark.”

Alex opens her mouth, then closes it—

And then Nikolai puts an arm around his wife’s shoulders and ushers her away from you and Tony.

Tony scoffs, the turns to follow after the couple—

“You won’t learn anything if you try and talk to her,” you pipe up; it’s cheap bait, and you know it—

And so does Tony, if the derisive look he shoots you is anything to go by. “What could you know that she doesn’t?”

“Not the point,” you fire back, flying by the seat of your pants. You manage to fix your face into a neutral, mostly pleasant expression –which, in your book, is a win, since you feel like you might just shit your pants any minute now. “You’ve clearly tracked down her history. Found some sort of file on her or evidence about her past.”

“Then you’ll understand why I don’t want to talk to you.”

“And you’ll understand why she’s worked hard to live a peaceful life,” you spit out through gritted teeth. You clench your fists at your side –because, honestly, how dare he. How dare this man, who has no idea what Alex has been through –what any of you have been through—just decide to root around through buried secrets just because he felt like it—

Tony grimaces, mollified. He hesitates, then turns and faces you. “She’s not safe. The White Star Initiative. The Ivankov brotherhood. Disappearances of Russian and US government officials. She’s got a kill list higher than the populations of some major cities.”

Most –a lot—of it flies over your head, but you can piece the bigger items together. Deflect, deflect, deflect, deflect. “None of us are safe,” you manage, shrugging. “Mutants don’t have the luxury of thinking like that.” You cringe internally when Tony shoots you a “really? Really?” look, then try again. “Alex has a life. One she’s worked hard for. You don’t just… you don’t just get to take that away from her. From her family.”

“I’m not trying to,” Tony begins, holding his hands up in a defensive gesture.

“Which is why you decided to start listing off her personal information in a public hangar, in front of two Wakandan government officials. If you weren’t trying to put her on the defensive, you did a fucking hideous job of it.”

Tony shrugs. “Two different things, in my book. The point is, after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., a lot of KGB secrets were leaked –including ones that trace back to the White Star Initiative. People have been putting the pieces together for a while now. Tracking down leads, kill patterns, mission files. She won’t be able to hide forever.”

You hide your trembling hands by crossing your arms over your chest. “And what’s your stake in all this?”

Tony sighs, then pulls his wallet out of his pocket. He withdraws a matte, dark gray business card and holds it out to you. “She’ll need lawyers. I happen to retain the best.”

You take the card between your index and middle finger. You eye the piece of cardstock –which is flawlessly smooth, part of your brain notes—then Stark. “Why?”

“I didn’t just read her kill list,” Tony says. “Person like her… She doesn’t deserve to be put down.”

“We finally agree on something,” you say as you tuck the card into your jacket pocket.

“This whole thing she has going will blow up,” Tony presses, voice fraught with warning. “I’ve watched it happen before, it’ll happen again, and it’s going to happen here. No one carries secrets like hers without the whole thing shitting the bed.”

“Yes, I believe you said that before,” you mutter, nerves and irritation getting the better of you.

“So call me when it does,” he finishes, staring pointedly at you. “I can help, but only if you let me.”

“Again, why?” You meet his gaze –and, to your credit, you don’t flinch. “Not to do the whole thing with gift horses and mouths, but this seems to be a little too good to be true, if you ask me.”

He grimaces and drops your gaze. “We… I’ve been too distant from the whole… mutant-thing,” he says, moving his hand in a small circle. “She’s going to need help a lot faster than she thinks –but, when this does blow up, you’re all going to need support, too. Your funding and good will is going to dry up real fucking fast when it turns out that the mother of one of the leading X-Men is a mass murderer.”

“You’re not answering the question,” you press, keeping your eyes locked on his.

“I did,” Tony insists tersely. “People like me –people like the Avengers—have kept our hands too clean when it comes to the struggles of mutants. This—” he grimaces slightly, but continues “—just… expedited getting our foot in the door.” His watch –which you suspect is far more than a watch—pings, and he glances at his wrist before sighing. “Call me when you need help –White Star or otherwise,” he says before sauntering off.

“I’ll be sure to let Professor Xavier know,” you say as you watch him go. You study him for a moment –then let out a shaky exhale and collapse onto the nearest packing crate.

***

You let out a sigh of relief as you collapse into bed. You stretch, groan, then relax against the mattress as relief flows through your veins.

Next to you, Piotr also lets out a satisfied groan as he sits down on the bed. He wastes no time in laying down and stretching out, making a noise of relief that’s borderline orgasmic as he finally stretches his legs out all the way.

You can already feel yourself falling asleep. The flights to and from Wakanda, the stress leading up to facing Thanos, the battle itself –it’s all dragging you under, making your eyelids heavy and your body limp. The bed feels like a cloud beneath your body, and all you want to do is rest.

So you roll over, snuggle up against your husband, and do just that.

#sass writes #piotr rasputin x reader #nathan summers x wade wilson #alexandra rasputin x nikolai rasputin #kitty pryde x illyana rasputin #and that's it #no endgame #no fucking decimation #thanos gets his ass kicked #on to better and more interesting things #deadpool fanfiction #x men fanfiction

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floatingdreamer · 3 years

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because i did drag makeup for the first time in my life a couple weeks ago and it was super fun characters: hinata shoyo, kageyama tobio, nishinoya yuu

hq boys trying drag for the first time (x gn!reader)

you’ve been working as a makeup artist in the drag scene for a while now, and your boyfriend has been supportive of the work that you do. and then one day he asks you to get him ready so he can perform for his first time...

hinata - hinata’s immediately entranced by the gentle, methodical way you apply makeup to his face, from the first streaks of primer and foundation on his face.

“it tickles,” he lightly giggles at the first stroke of your powder brush across his cheek.

“hold still for me a bit,” you ask him, and you can feel him buzzing with excitement, eager to jump up and analyze the changes in his reflection in the mirror. still, he stays patient for you.

hinata’s always lived his life transfixed by what he does or what he can do rather than what he already is, and the concept of performing femininity - something he admittedly wasn’t fully familiar with - was thrilling in the best way possible. he asks questions as you blend out his eyeshadow, marvels at the way you contour his chest to create the illusion of cleavage, gasps as he slips on his costume for the night. in the midst of the bold makeup on his face and the glittering, revealing outfit stretched across his tanned skin, you find yourself even more drawn to hinata’s light, his enthusiasm as he performs with a bounce in his step contagious to you watching, and as he takes off his wig (gently) at the end of the night he asks you if he could do this again some time (and of course you say yes)

kageyama - even though he was the one who asked you to do this for him, he still looks a little apprehensive as you guide him over in front of a mirror to do his makeup. he sneezes from the powders and glares at the palettes strewn across the dresser, as if he was cursing out your makeup for existing in powder form. you bite back a laugh as you dab more stuff on his face - he won’t remember the names of anything you use on him, but he’ll still look on with fascination as you reach for bottle after palette after package. after you’re done, you lead him to a full length mirror so he can see himself.

“i look like a girl - i mean that in a good way, it looks good y/n” he rambles. “... but i don’t really know what i’m supposed to do now.”

“well, normally you’d just get on and perform,” you say, hugging him from behind. “but you don’t have to if you’re not comfortable. i can just take it off now if you want.”

he turns to face you, steeling himself for a moment, standing up a little straighter, and pushing his fake hair back behind him.

“i’ll perform.” he smirks at you as if he just did a setter dump or anything equally as smug. “i’ll blow you away with how well i’ll do on stage.”

and that night, while his moves are a little awkward, he performs with the energy and enthusiasm of a queen in her prime, and you blow him in the makeup room after the performance to show him how proud of him you are.

noya - you wake up in the morning to find noya fumbling with a blending brush.

“babe, what are you doing?” you rasp, and he turns to look at you.

“you’re gonna do my makeup today right? i tried doing some on my own because i wanna wear the look the whole day to get used to it.”

“you sure? it’s a lot of heavy, feminine makeup.”

“i wanna practice for the performance too, and there’s no better way to practice than to do a dress rehearsal.”

you shake your head smiling at his enthusiasm as you roll out of bed and do noya’s makeup first thing in the morning. you work gently around what he had done already, incorporating his somewhat-messily splotched eyeshadows into his look. he blinks a few times in the mirror when you show him, marvelling at your handiwork.

“can you teach me how you do it?” he asks, lightly poking at his long falsies.

you blink at him in surprise. “you want to keep doing drag?”

“maybe not all the time,” he admits. “but this makeup stuff feels really cool and it looks super good on me.”

it does, in fact, look amazing. when it comes time for the performance, he is absolutely pumped, bringing that energy that is so uniquely him that you can’t help but feel pride at managing to bring him into this world where he so clearly belonged. and after the performance, you teach him how to do his own eyeliner so he can wear it every day.

I was maybe sliiiightly too lazy to do more right now, but I'm so down to add more characters to this series of headcanons hehe

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyu headcanons #hinata x reader #kageyama x reader #nishinoya x reader #in honor of pride #haikyuu hcs #lia writing stuff again

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ravenforce · 4 years

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Stark Legacy V

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Carol Danvers x Wanda Maximoff x Maria Hill x Reader but Carol Danvers x Reader centric for this chapter.

Summary: Carol takes her motto to heart: higher, further, faster.

Word Count: 3515

A/N: I am so sorry for being on hiatus for the past few months but I’m back. I hope I did Carol justice on this one. Let me know what you guys think, please. xx

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 6

***

You arrived bright early the day after you signed up to be the newest agent at SHIELD. You were just entering the command center when you bumped into your immediate supervisor, Deputy Director Hill.

“Agent Stark-” The millisecond that it took her to glance at the watch behind you told you she wasn’t expecting you to be early again but Maria remembered she promised to stop having preconceived notions towards you based on her knowledge of your brother alone. She smiled genuinely. “Good morning.”

“Good morning -” You hesitated. Maria motioned for you to follow her.

“Agent Hill is fine.” Maria rounded a more secluded corner, you fell in-step with her. She eyed you sideways. “Maria when no one else is around.”

You cocked your head to the side in silent question. Maria shrugged. “Can’t have other agents thinking I have favourites.”

“You have favourites?” You asked teasingly. Maria stopped in front of a huge glass door with one side open to reveal the gym.

“I do not.” You looked at her with bright eyes, and she knew you didn’t believe her. She rolled her eyes at you playfully. “I do however want to be your friend.”

That stopped you from teasing her further and staring at her intently for a minute. “I would love that,” you said sincerely before walking deeper inside the gym. Maria watched you talk to some of Agent Colson’s team for a few minutes, making sure no one will give a weird treatment.

“I think you might actually have a favourite.”

Maria didn’t even flinch when she heard Carol’s voice behind her. “Oh shut up, I -” Carol cut her off by wrapping her arms around her waist and giving her a soft kiss on the cheeks.

“You don’t have to explain your crush to me Mar,” Carol said while leaning her chin on Maria’s shoulder, watching you now too. “Besides if you explain, you’ll be late for your meeting with Nick.”

Shit. She almost forgot. She immediately untangled herself from Carol’s arms and gave the blonde and quick kiss on the lips. “Keep her company will you?”

“But I’m busy -” Carol tried to reason.

Maria who’s almost at the corner stopped to look at her girlfriend sternly. “You wouldn’t be here loitering around if you are.” Then she’s gone.

***

Being asleep for a long time, made you rusty when it comes to social interactions but not any less perceptive. You can feel everyone staring at you since you walked inside the gym, you can feel that people are wary of you. You guess, the word does travel fast. Thankfully some of the agents from Agent Colson’s team saw you and waved you over.

“Hey! We heard you’re officially on board,” Agent Simmons, you remembered, said cheerfully.

“Welcome to the fam,” Leo greeted sincerely. You smiled softly, “thank you.”

“Are you here to train?” Agent May asked.

“Yes but no one wants to train with an inhuman.” You hide the awkwardness with a smile, subconsciously waiting for someone to flinch.

“Ugh,” Agent Grant moaned. “Would totally want to spar with you-”

“Me too but we’re about to go on duty,” Leo interjected.

“Next time,” you said with a smile. You like this team, they’re all nice and genuinely warm. Colson’s team was just about to exit the gym when Carol walks in.

“I’ll spar with you.” Everyone stopped and stared as the blonde continued to walk towards you with the confidence and swag only an Avenger can muster. “Unless you’re scared.”

You let out a full belly laugh, cutting Carol off. Instead of being offended, she was enthralled by how realistic it sounded. She wanted to hear it again. More importantly, out of the blue, she wants to be at the least one of the reason for you to laugh again.

“You’re on, Captain,” you said hopping on the mat with her.

***

Carol looked you up and down unabashed. Had you been fully human, you would have blushed with the way she checks you out openly. You cleared your throat to gain her attention. “Rules?” you asked with a confident smirk to hide your nerves.

“No weapons of any kind.”

“That’s it?” you asked while wrapping a bandage around your knuckles. You didn’t really have to but it gives you some sense of normalcy.

Carol shrugged. “Too many rules take the fun out of everything,” she said cheerfully.

You chuckled, making Carol cock her eyebrow at you. “I guess that makes you the fun one, huh?”

Carol made a lightning-fast move to cover your mouth. “Don’t let them hear you say that,” she whispered while pretending to look around for her girlfriends.

You rolled your eyes playfully before, in an equally fast move, you threw Carol down the mat. Carol gaped at you from the floor for a minute before breaking into a grin. You offered her a hand but instead of getting up, she pulled you down with her and rolled around until she pinned you in the mat. You groaned and it took a little longer than usual to shrug Carol off of you.

“Not bad, Stark. Where’d you learn how to fight?” Carol asked smiling while you two circle each other.

“Tony insisted that I take lessons before I started school.” You blocked a heavy punch to the side of your face. “He said I’m not allowed to use my inventions on other kids, so I’d have to learn how to protect myself another way.”

“Smart,” Carol commented unnecessarily since everyone knew Tony’s beyond smart; he was a genius.

You kept attacking each other with unrestrained force, rendering the rest of the agents who were doing their morning routines to stop working out completely. You caught a glimpse of the little audience gathering at the edge of the mat from your peripheral, distracting your momentarily. Carol used the opportunity to land a heavy blow on your left cheek.

An audible crack can be heard from the stillness of the room, followed by a collective gasp.

“Oh my God, Y/N,” Carol worried. “I’m so sorry. I got carried away.”

Carol chewed at her bottom lip when you wouldn’t lift your head and meet her eyes. Then you started giggling. “Y/N?” She asked softly.

Carol’s forehead crinkled adorably in confusion. You silently thank the universe for being inhuman because had you been otherwise, you surely would have been vomiting blood by now. You’re also thankful that Tony used only the best materials available in the world for you shell because had any of it been subpar, you’re sure that your cheeks or even your whole skull would have cracked.

Then you looked up at Carol with a smile. “Again,” you said while going on a fighting stance.

You used Carol’s hesitation to launch an attack. Carol struggled at first, overwhelmed by her momentary worry and the sudden increase in your speed and strength. Carol smiled realizing that she just found someone she can spar without holding back. Before she can retaliate though, Maria’s voice cut through the room.

“Enough you two,” she said calmly. You and Carol immediately dropped your fighting stance to regard Agent Hill. You just noticed then that Carol’s heaving, you bite the inside of your cheeks to keep yourself from smiling. “Agent Stark, clean up and meet me at the command centre after lunch.”

You nodded before thanking Carol for her time and hopping off the mat. “Spar again, soon?” Carol asked hopefully before you can exit the room. You just smiled at her and nodded. The rest of the morning stragglers went on their way to the showers to clean up as well, leaving Carol and Maria alone.

When everyone was out, Maria threw a towel to her blonde girlfriend’s face. “Just how long were you two at it?”

Carol grinned before sitting down. “Around after you left,” she answered before chugging down a bottle of water.

“Four hours?” Maria nearly yelled in her surprise.

“I guess.”

Maria stared at her girlfriend for a while. None of the Avengers ever trained with Carol that long, not even Natasha. Her surprise turns into a warm smile as she watches Carol smiling softly to herself.

“Oh Mar, she’s amazing!” Carol can’t stop herself from gushing about your strength, your fighting techniques, and your elegance. “Dare I say, she’s as elegant and deadly as Natasha.”

Maria smiled, wondering what Nat would feel if she heard Carol say that. She listened intently and patiently as Carol talk her head off about you all the way to her office where they’re supposed to eat lunch together.

“What?” Carol asked after she sat across Maria’s massive table. Maria opened multiple food containers in front of them.

She looked up at Carol. “I’m not giving her up to The Avengers,” Maria declared confidently.

Carol’s smile was wicked. “Not yet,” she challenged.

“We’ll see about that.”

***

Ever since the first time you two sparred, Carol always finds an excuse to go to the HQ to train with you. You really don’t mind, spending time with Carol, albeit just in the mat, is surely always fun. Captain Marvel is fun. She’s a perfect combination of chill yet intense when need be. She’s also ridiculously flirty, which you chuck as just within her nature and not because she’s actually attracted to you.

But most especially, the reason why you absolutely love spending time with Carol was that she doesn’t treat you any differently. Some of the agents at work are either too polite because you’re a Stark or too aloof because you’re inhuman. You appreciate her and Maria for making you feel a certain degree of normalcy, and more importantly, they make you feel like you belong. So when Carol showed up at the Stark Tower on your day off, you welcomed her with a bright smile.

“Hello Captain, what do I owe the pleasure?” You voice heavy with teasing. Carol tried not to think too much about the way you said the word pleasure but by the growing smirk on your face, she knew she wasn’t doing a very good job at hiding how that simple word made her hot all over.

She cleared her throat before speaking up. “I bumped into Happy at HQ and he told me that today’s your day off,” she trailed off a little when you closed the hood of your car and stood beside it, revealing your choice of outfit for the day. You watched her take in your simple grey shirt, denim mini skirt, and black boots. You cleared your throat, and you chuckled when she visibly shook her head to clear her thoughts. “I was just wondering if you want to do something fun today?”

You wiped the grease from your hand using a dry towel before walking up to the blonde. You stopped a foot away, making Carol sweat unnecessarily. “I would but you have to be honest with me first,” you whispered, holding her beautiful hazel eyes.

“Always.”

“Did you really bump into Happy or were you looking for me today?”

“Shit. Happy snitched on me, didn’t he?” Carol groaned, making you laugh. Carol crossed her arm and pouted.

“Do I need to change for where we’re going?” You asked walking pass the blonde to go inside your suite. Carol turned just in time to have a perfect view of your ass in denim mini skirt. You laughed again, having perfectly timed your walk.

“Yes, change to your Phantom suit.”

That made you pause and turn back to her. Carol shrugged with a huge smile on her face, not giving you any clue at all to where she’s taking you.

***

You gaped at Carol when you landed on her idea of fun. You took your suit’s helmet to have a better, unobstructed view of your surroundings.

“No fucking way,” you said in pure excitement while moving in circles to take in everything.

“It’s not much now since it’s been abandoned for a long time but -”

Carol didn’t get to finish her sentence before you cut her off by jumping at her and giving her a tight hug. Carol wished to whatever higher entity there is out there for you not to hear or feel how hard her heart was beating in her chest at the way you feel against her arms.

“Are you kidding me?” You still didn’t extricate yourself from her. “You brought me to a freaking space station.”

Carol chuckled. “Abandoned space station,” she corrected with a smile.

This time you untangled your arms from around her, much to Carol’s disappointment. “Semantics,” you said before walking ahead. Carol watched you look at everything with childlike wonder. “I never thought I’d ever been able to step in one.”

“Oh don’t be modest, given your intelligence and credentials, you totally could,” she countered earnestly.

“Maybe but I like working at SHIELD.”

“Why?” Carol asked. Not because doesn’t think you’re fit for the job but because she’s genuinely curious. You can be anywhere in the world, yet you chose to stay and sign a contract with SHIELD.

You run your fingers across the decaying console on the main deck before looking ahead, into the stars before turning back towards Carol, with your ass and hands resting on the edge of the table. “I can protect the people I love better with SHIELD than all alone.”

“The people you love?” Carol stepped closer to you.

“Pepper, Morgan, Happy…” you paused to watch Carol inch closer to you some more. “…and my friends: you, Nat, Maria.”

“Are we friends, Y/N?”

You tried to hide it but you visibly gulped at her proximity. “Aren’t we?” you asked, lips curling into a soft smirk.

For the past few months, this has been your dynamics with Carol: playful banter and harmless flirting. You’re used to it by now but the longer it goes on, the harder it is to ignore your growing attraction to the blonde. Which would be totally fine, if she’s single but you have to remind yourself every day that she’s not.

Carol had to step back too to ground herself. She’s moving too fast, she knows it. She knew she had other people to consider too. Apart from Maria who’s obviously on the same boat as her, she hasn’t really talked to Nat and Wanda about her attraction towards you. She knew Maria hasn’t mentioned anything yet either because it’s too early.

“We are,” she whispered.

“Good, I’d really like that.”

Before Carol can say anything, her stomach grumbled loudly. She turned beet red while you started laughing. Just like that the tense atmosphere’s gone. You took her hand and led her back to the ship. “Thank you for taking me here, Carol but I think it’s time to go home.”

Carol’s relishing the feeling of your hand in hers when her stomach protested again. She joined in when you started laughing again. “I don’t need to be told twice,” she grumbled playfully before pulling you to a run.

***

Carol walked into the command centre after her appointed meeting with Nick to see if Maria wants to grab lunch together. She faltered on her step when she saw the worried face Maria was sporting.

“Hey-” Carol greeted cautiously. Maria turned back and gave her a quick smile.

“Hey. Meeting’s over already?”

Carol ignored the question and stood next to her girlfriend. “What’s wrong?”

Maria’s eyebrows crinkled together further. “Nothing,” she whispered before turning to the monitors in front of her. Carol was just about to ask where you are since you’ve been working closely with Maria since you started a couple of months ago when Carol saw your name on the board.

Suddenly, she understood why Maria look worried. “Why is Y/N out with Agent Colson’s team?” Carol tried to hide the concern in her voice but Maria knew better.

Maria sat in her swivel chair. “They’re down one person for today’s recon mission. Nick decided she’s ready for fieldwork,” Maria sighed.

Carol took a deep breath. She knows that you can very much handle yourself out there but it doesn’t mean they can’t be worried.

“She’ll be fine.” Carol and Maria looked behind them. They’ve been so engrossed in worrying about you, they didn’t even hear Happy approached.

“Need I remind you that she’s a Stark?” Happy asked smiling. Carol chewed on her bottom lip. “Besides, she trained with only the best around here.”

That made Carol and Maria relax a little. “She will be fine,” they both murmured to themselves before their phones simultaneously lit up with a message from Natasha, asking them to meet them in town for a quick lunch.

***

Carol was having a quick trip off-world to check on a nearby planet when she received a message from Nick. She left a sizeable crater on the lawn of the HQ when she landed, almost knocked down a wall, and almost took off the door from its hinges in hurry to get to you. Carol’s heartache when she saw you on a hospital gown, lying side by side with a sleeping Maria.

“Hey,” you whispered as not to wake up the agent beside you.

“Hi,” Carol greeted back. She wanted to move towards you but her knees felt like lead as the adrenaline leaves her body. “You’re safe -”

You smiled sheepishly. “I’m so -”

Carol cut your apology off by nearly tackling you and Maria out of the bed. “Settle down, Carol. She’s alright. She’s home now,” Maria grumbled, cuddling next to you further; face buried in your neck.

Carol looked at her sleeping girlfriend “I think the repair stressed the living daylight out of Maria,” you whispered, squished between the two women.

“You think?” Carol hopped on the bed, squishing herself on your other side. “She’s been worried since you left for the mission.”

“I’m sorry. It was an ambush,” you started to explain but Carol started snoring softly with one arm and leg swung over your body cut your explanation off.

You were smiling to yourself when Natasha entered the room with a quietness that only the Black Widow can do. Your eyes met, Natasha looked a little conflicted. “Shouldn’t you be the one sleeping?” she asked teasingly.

You shrugged with a smile. You patted your lap. “You look like you can use a nap too,” you said softly.

Carol and Maria opened their eyes momentarily to look at their redhead girlfriend, and together they patted your lap before resuming their previous sleep position.

#carol danvers x reader #captain marvel x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #maria hill x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #black widow x reader #scarlett witch x reader #carolnat x reader x wandahill #carolnat #blackhill #unholy pentagon #avengers imagine #natasha romanoff imagine #black widow imagine #carol danvers imagine #captain marvel imagine #wanda maximoff imagine #scarlette witch imagine #raven writes

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femreader · 4 years

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The Writer - Natasha Romanoff

Request: the reader is working as a shield agent closely with the avengers, during one mission she ends up risking herself for Natasha because surprise surprise, she has feelings.

Summary: Y/N has a rare talent with pen and paper.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Warnings: a bullet wound, some shooty mctooty, also I am sorry if your name is Mia!!

“Why don’t we take Y/L/N with us,” Bucky wondered one-day out loud, as he, Sam, Steve, and Wanda were getting ready to go ambush a Hydra base. From a secured resource they had got a hint of something bigger brewing in the terrorist group, possibly another take on genocide. This time not wanting to take any chances Steve had immediately asked Wanda to accompany them.

Sam gave Steve a look, asking whether it was fine they’d go ahead and explain the newly recruited (and now much better feeling) addition, why in fact one of their best fighters was most of the time situated in her own room, only company being books, paper, and a pen. Her gift, or curse however you looked at it was a very carefully cherished secret of SHIELD, only the elite of the elite knew she even possessed such power.

Steve huffed slightly as they walked into the jet. Turning off all the comms in case they were already connected to the base before turning to his best friend.

“Y/N is a kind of safety factor. She usually handles kidnaps and stuff like that,” He said while they all buckled up and Steve turned on the engine. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows but didn’t pressure it anymore, respecting the privacy.

“But... she doesn’t get bored?” He asked, making a slight face. Knowing himself he’d be bored to death in less than three hours if he didn’t get to do anything. Steve, Sam, and Wanda looked at each other amused, sending prayers for Clint, Nat, and Carol for being stuck at the HQ with Y/N.

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“I am booooooooored,” Y/N dramatically whined as she walked into the kitchen, dragging her pajama pants covered legs like a slug. She had stolen a pair from Tony so they were too long for her.

Y/N took out a cereal box and dug into it, looking for the prize inside. It was an amusing picture, watching a twenty-something-year-old go through the entire box of Captain Crunch for one color changing spoon. In Y/N’s defense, she hadn’t had the possibility to go to a mission in three months and all the reality TV-shows were starting to run out.

Captain Marvel herself, had decided to grace them all with her presence for a couple of days. Carol followed amused by her set on the sofa while reading some of the mission files from a while ago. A smug smile appeared on her face when she noticed the jealous look Y/N didn’t even bother to hide.

“I am going to die from boredom and then you guys don’t have anyone to save your asses anymore,” The human contemplated while sitting down with the cereal. She took huge handfuls and shoved them into her mouth, Carol cringed at her habits.

“Well, you and Nat are fine. The others are screwed,” Y/N continued and opened her old and worn notebook. The pages were slightly yellow and crumpled from turning.

“You’ve been keeping score?” Carol half-jokingly asked as she moved to another mission file. To her surprise, Y/N had in fact kept score on how many times she had been asked to go to the field to help her friends. All of the team members had their names written on one of the pages and an equivalent number of lines next to them. Clint had five, Steve three, Wanda and Thor were at respectful one, Sam was at four, Carol and Natasha had zero. Bucky was also at a big fat zero, but Y/N decided it was because he had only been on three missions, soon the recklessness would rub off of Steve to Bucky and they’d get into all sorts of trouble.

“Well, then, let’s just hope you’ll die quickly then,” Carol darkly joked, earning a slap to her arm.

“Who’s dying,” Natasha walked in, wearing her usual training gear. She and Clint had the turn on training the new recruits. Y/N was glad she was never given the position, mostly because she didn’t know jack-shit about teaching someone else, but also because it gave her a chance to watch the Black Widow in action while pretending to draw or write.

Y/N made a low squeak and got up from the sofa, Carol’s little shake of her head didn’t go unnoticed. Y/N stuck her tongue out and went to put the cereal box back into the cupboard. Natasha quipped an eyebrow at Carol, surprised to see Ms.” I’m-always-in-my-room” actually outside.

“You two hopefully,” Y/N scowled at their teasing while skipping out of the kitchen and back to somewhere where she could die from embarrassment in peace.

Okay so maybe Y/N had a crush on Natasha, just a tiny itsy-bitsy crush. But who wouldn’t have, she was most likely the most stunning woman alive, she knew exactly how to pressure people to talk, she knew exactly how to manipulate the bad guys into spilling their beans like asking a golden retriever fetch a stick. The whole six years Y/N had been working with SHIELD, three of them she had been slightly pining after the redhead, but never having the courage to do anything about it (much to the dismay of Sam and Clint). That and the fact she up until half a year ago she was together with her now ex-girlfriend.

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It was two weeks later when Y/N was awoken from her nice, deep day nap by her pager. It hadn’t rung in almost four months, so immediately when it reached her ears in her dream of Candyland Y/N was basically half-dressed and out of her room. She jumped out, took her notebook and ran down the stairs, her hair messed up and her two-day-old t-shirt and sweats on.

There already was Clint waiting with her, when he saw Y/n run down he thrust an ear comm into her hands and already began walking towards the jets.

“They sent Steve, Bucky, and Nat ahead.”

“What went wrong?” Y/N asked knowing they wouldn’t be going after an already active mission if there wasn’t one of their team members' lives on the line. Clint pushed in a bypass code on the jets activation pad and took a hold of the wheel.

“Apparently the source was unreliable.”

Y/N made a slight hissing voice, she knew they had been after some sorts of diaries holding the information for Hydra’s next massive genocide and where the trio had been sent was supposedly the last place to withhold said diaries. Whatever had happened it must have been years in the making on Hydra’s behalf or then they had been screwed over by some of the new recruits sent to do fieldwork.

“Old plan? Get them out,” Y/N asked as she put on her hair and put on a protective bullet vest over her thin jacket. It felt weird to wear it after so long, it was kind of like a hug. Welcome back to the job.

“Get them out,” Clint confirmed as they lowered on the ground. They could hear the sounds of the bullets and screams the second they opened the back hatch. Y/N went to the east side while Clint went to the west.

Y/N stopped by an old bunker, which fortunately wasn’t in use at the moment and looked around, pondering how she could use the situation and her knowledge at hand for their advantage. She clicked her pen and drew a quick sketch of a man running in the woods. Soon enough after blowing on it the shadow moved to run behind the trees and the shooters took the bait. As they were too busy shooting at the nonexistent being Y/N made her away inside the building.

It was eerily quiet, much, much quieter than outside.

“Guys, this is Y/N. Are you all alright? Where are you?” She carefully asked while hiding behind a wall. Her earpiece crackled for a second. She could hear the voice speaking, echo down the hallway.

“I’m with Steve, we don't’ know where NAt is.”

Y/N jogged down the hallway, and soon enough was faced with the two super-soldiers, both of them very beaten up and hanging on each other like they were about to fall over.

“It’s just me,” She held up her hands. “Clint and I brought a jet, it’s a mile to the south, I’ll go find Nat, where did you see her last time.”

“North wing,” Steve said. “You take bucky, I’ll go get her.”

“Steve you can both barely stand up, let alone possibly carry someone else out of here,” Y/N disagreed, already halfway the hallway towards the north wing.

“You guys go to the jet and don’t die. I’ll be there with nat as soon as I find her.”

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“Nat do you copy,” Y/N tired once again after walking around aimlessly the north wing, not seeing even a hint of the red-haired assassin. She clutched her notebook tightly.

“Nat? Are you even alive?” She murmured darkly. Sounds of fighting echoed down the hallway and Y/N sprang into action. Sort of relief washed over her when she recognized the missing agent in the midst of chaos, but it was soon replaced with worry. Rolling her lips together Y/N flipped the pages until she saw the old drawing of a pistol, blowing on it, the gun appeared on the floor beside her.

Y/N shot the three closest Hydra agents and grabbed Natasha blindly by her arm.

“Nice seeing you too!” Y/N chuckled dryly at the assassin as they half ran half jogged down the hallway and into a random storage room.

It was empty, cold and very much a dead end.

“Oh, Jesus, Nat!” Y/N exclaimed when she noticed the big stain of red on Natasha’s side. It wouldn’t have worried her so much had it not been growing bigger by every second.

Natasha saw her Y/N’s look and mustered up a smirk, holding her side in the hopes the burning would stop. “Welcome back Y/L/N. Missed the work?”

The sounds of the barricade being broken began to grow louder and Y/N swallowed thickly. They were stuck many feet down, with only one half loaded handgun and one very seriously damaged assassin. She blew a hair out of her face while taking off her bullet vest and then the jacket. Y/N heard Nat slightly groan when she wrapped it around the bullet wound.

“Sorry,” Y/N breathed out and spoke to the comm. “Clint, I found Nat can you copy? Steve? Someone?”

“We’re too deep, the signal’s shit in here,” Natasha grumbled, slightly wincing at the sounds of their possibly imminent death. Y/N’s heart was drilling through her chest as she pressed on the clothed wound, her hands red.

“I might have an idea,” She said warily and looked at Natasha, whose piercing green eyes were already looking at her. Had it now been a situation where both of them were on the verge of death, Y/N just might have blurted out she loved her.

“How much do you trust me?” She asked Nat.

“A lot more if you get us out of here,” The assassin said and Y/N nodded. She took out her notebook and flipped to the age where was a picture of her room. Natasha cocked an eyebrow after seeing the very detailed picture of Y/N’s room.

“I drew it just in case, but I haven’t really before tired this,” Y/N mumbled as she did her best to draw both of them there. “This is going to hurt.”

Squeezing her eyes shut Y/N blew on the page and just as the doors were kicked down, Natasha and Y/N were pulled into a swirl of colors and lead, stretched and pulled until they laid on her bedroom floor. Both of them were breathing rather loudly.

“It worked,” Y/N stated in disbelief. “Holy shit it actually worked. You alright- Oh fuck,” She noticed the amount of blood now oozing out of Nat’s side. Y/N cringed when she felt the warm, sticky liquid on her hands again as she picked up Nat with the best of her ability.

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“Here you go kiddo,” Tony gave Y/N back her notebook, which was still slightly tainted with blood on some of the pages. She took it into her now clean hands and huffed at the sight of her rug.

“Need to get that cleaned too. Or just get a new one, it was ugly anyway,” She chuckled. Tony gave her a lopsided smile.

“You alright?” he asked, looking at Y/N who was sporting some nice bags underneath her eyes. She looked up at him with a smile and nodded.

“After a long, long nap,” She joked and leaned back in her bed. Once Tony had left the room, Y/N sat up again, looking at her notebook. The picture of her and Nat was still on it, she hadn’t had the heart to wipe it away just quite yet. Instead, she turned a couple of pages back and with a hint of a triumphant smile drew one line next to Natasha’s name.

“I’m going outside,” Y/N declared a month later, her notebook, wallet, phone, and keys in her bag slung over her shoulder. She smiled at Pepper who was working on some sort of castle with Morgan before going down on the elevator.

It was a nice and warm summer day, and the ice cream was on sale. Y/N thought it would be the best chance of escape to get out of the headquarters, and a certain redhead. Not that it was that hard to avoid Natasha as she seemed to already be dodging on seeing Y/N anywhere.

Y/N did her best not to let it get to her head but it still did annoy her.

“One (y/f/flavor) thanks,” She leaned to the small kiosk’s counter, waiting for the teenage girl to make her ice cream. The park was full of people enjoying the summer, kids running around, parents being worried about them. A couple of teenagers just hanging out and having a picnic. Y/N huffed at the couples, wondering if she and her ex ever even went to a picnic. Or even a date to begin with.

“Thank you,” Y/N took the ice cream, not able to even have one lick before a very familiar and extremely unwelcome voice rang out, accompanied with another set of footsteps. Y/N cursed in her head for not being more aware of her circumstances.

“Hi, Mia,” Y/N’s lips rolled into a tight line as her left hand rested on her bag and her right one held the ice cream.

Mia was looking exactly the same as a year ago when they had broken up. Her slender long legs, full of fake tan glowed in the sun as she was wearing some high waisted shorts and a blouse with a couple of buttons undone. Her Paris Hilton sunglasses rested over her blonde mop of straight hair, and Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what did he ever even see in her.

Mia popped a bubble gum and chewed it theatrically.

“Y/N, fancy seeing you here.”

“it’s literally a park, for civilians,” Y/N blinked her eyes. Mia mumbled a whatever and pretended to brush some dirt off of her blouse. Y/N noted the other girl, stand behind her, she was the exact version of Mia but a brunette version.

“Yeah, but you weren’t ever the one to socialize right?” Mia said knowing she hit a nerve. Y/N had always been a bit shy as a kid and as a teenager, after being recruited to SHIELD she had started to come out of her shell. The biggest reason had been the fact how many times she had been called a freak because of her talent with pen and paper.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” Mia said suddenly, sounding everything except sorry. “I just thought, well no one wants to actually be with a freak? Right?” She looked at Y/N, who was squinting her eyes at her. Before Y/N could properly complete the murder plan she was coming up within her head another person, a person Y/N did not expect to accompany her, appeared next to her.

“And that’s why she broke up with you,” Nat said in a weird sweet voice. Y/N couldn't help but slightly chuckle at Mia’s and, her who she presumed was her girlfriend’s, gaping mouths as Natasha casually had her arm around Y/N’s waist. Y/N had to hide her smile behind her ice cream and ate it.

“C’mon hun, let’s go,” the redhead said.

“Sure, one thing though,” Y/N smiled to her and walked up to Mia. “Here, to cool your hothead,” She stated and smashed the ice cream on top of Mia’s head. Y/N didn’t stay to follow the aftermath, instead, she turned around to Natasha, who was smirking at her.

“You should be resting,” Y/N noted as they walked away from the screaming blonde, Nat’s hand still around Y/N’s waist. Her cheeks were flared up and her heart was about to drill through her chest, but she didn’t want to move away.

“Well, I thought I owe you a coffee date.”

“And some explanations,” Y/N added, later on almost choking on her spit when thinking about Natasha’s words.

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n1ght5h4d3-24 · 3 years

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Timeless (XV)

A/N: Timeless is inspired by @just-dreaming-marvel 's Out Of Time series. Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated. Italic paragraphs are memories.

(Previously On...)

During the flight, the young girl uses the time to read through the manila folder she had been given. Cerulean eyes darted over the black words on the white papers, Anthony "Tony" Stark had gone missing in Afghanistan three months ago after a weapons demonstration went sideways. Her mission, was to protect him as his personal security detail and find out what had happened to him during those three months. Before the plane landed, Olivia made sure she was well equipped and that her pantsuit wasn't too wrinkled. Agent Coulson had informed her that once the plane landed, they were to meet Tony in the airport but, when they arrived, they were informed that Tony had requested a press conference to be held at Stark Industries headquarters. The duo made their way to Stark Industries HQ and had arrived before the young inventor did.

"So, are you nervous?" Coulson wonders.

They were being lead to the room where the press conference was going to be held.

"I don't think nervous even begins to describe how I feel in this moment." Olivia confessed.

"You know, this could be a long mission. This is your final opportunity to back out." he tells her.

The now brunette haired girl shook her head, "No, no. I can do this, Phil. It's just Howard's son...I've got it."

Before Agent Coulson could say anything more, people began to go wild. The duo turned their attention to the window and watched as Tony's car pulled up. They waited patiently for the man of the hour to enter and make his way up onto the stage before making a move. Phil and Olivia took noticed of the sling that Tony's right arm was in and the wounds on his face. From where she was standing, Olivia could tell that the inventor had seen things over the months he had been missing. Phil left her side briefly to speak with Pepper Potts, Tony's personal assistant. The young girl turned her head to watch the two interact.

"Miss Potts?" Phil calls out to the strawberry blonde.

"Yes?" she responds.

"May I speak with you for a moment?" he inquires.

"Oh, I'm not a part of the press conference but, it's about to begin right now." she tells him.

"I'm not a reporter. I'm Agent Phil Coulson, with the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division." he introduces himself.

"That's quite a mouthful." Pepper comments.

Olivia chuckles from her place in the room. The woman was right, they should really start introducing themselves as SHIELD instead of what they stood for.

"I know, we're working on it." he informs her, handing her a business card.

Pepper takes the card from him, "You know, we've been approached already by the DOD, the FBI, the CIA..."

"We're a separate division with a more specific focus. We need to debrief Mr. Stark about the circumstances of his escape." Phil tells her.

"I'll put something in the book, shall I?" Pepper says.

"Thank you," was Phil's response.

Olivia was about to make her way over and introduce herself to Pepper when the press conference began. Obadiah Stane, who ran the company next to Tony, stood behind the podium while Tony sat on the ground in front of it, eating a burger. As Agent Rogers took in Obadiah, she began to have an off feeling about him. She couldn't put a finger on the feeling, but she knew that it wasn't a good feeling.

"Okay, well...lets get this started. Uhh..." Obadiah began, although he had no idea how to go about starting the conference.

"Hey, would it be all right if everyone sat down?" Tony piped up from his place on his floor. "Why don't you just sit down? That way you can see me, and I can...A little less formal and..."

Everyone did as Tony asked, taking a seat on the floor in front of the man of the hour. Tony took a minute for himself. Olivia overheard a conversation from behind her.

"What's up with the love-in?" a male voice asked.

"Don't look at me." she heard Pepper respond. "I don't know what he's up to."

"I never got to say goodbye to my father." Tony says, gaining Olivia's full attention.

Her mind flashed back to when Peggy had told her about the accident. The pain and anguish she felt that day, washed over her once more.

"There's questions I would have liked to ask him. I would have asked him how he felt about what this company did. If he was conflicted, if he ever had doubts. Or maybe he was every inch the man we all remember from the newsreels." Olivia's attention was drawn back to Tony, when he continued speaking.

"I saw young Americans killed by the very weapons I created to defend them and protect them. And I saw that I had become part of a system that is comfortable with zero accountable." Tony finished.

"Mr. Stark! Mr. Stark!" the reporters all called out.

"Hey Ben," Tony greets one of the reporters.

"What happened over there?" Ben asked him.

"I had my eyes opened," Tony tells him. "I came to realize that I have more to offer to this world than just making things blow up. And that is why, effective immediately, I am shutting down the weapons manufacturing division of Stark International..." he had gotten up to stand behind the podium.

All the reporters started to clamor, getting up from the ground and asking questions all at once.

"Until such a time as I can decide what the future of the company will be." he finishes his statement.

Obadiah got up and stood beside Tony, attempting to calm down the press. Olivia turned to look at Coulson who gave her a nod, it was time for her to begin her assignment. She composed herself before getting up off the floor and made her way over to Pepper and Tony's friend, Colonel James Rhodes.

"Pardon me," she spoke up, gaining their attention.

When the two of them looked in her direction, she held her hand out towards the strawberry-blonde female.

"Ms. Potts, my name is Olivia Coulson. You and Stark Industries hired me to be Tony's personal body guard." the young girl introduces herself.

Pepper grasped her outstretched hand and shook it, looking over the girl.

"Wow...you um...you're a lot younger than I imagined you'd be." she comments.

Olivia gave her a smile, "It makes me good at my job. More unsuspecting this way." she tells her.

Pepper released the young girl's hand and both of them let their arms return to their sides.

"Well, you already know my name. This is Tony's friend, Colonel James Rhodes." she introduces the man beside her.

"Colonel," Olivia greets, holding her hand out to him this time.

"Ms. Coulson." James returned the handshake. "Do Happy and Tony know that you've arrived?" he wonders.

"Happy is aware. I was going to let Tony know about her arrival and about her place at the hospital but, to no surprise, things didn't go as planned." Pepper answers.

As they spoke, Olivia had been observing the room when she spotted Tony walking out of the building. She watched a male exit after him before turning her attention back to Pepper and James.

"I believe Mr. Stark just exited the building and I'm assuming Mr. Hogan followed out behind him. I should go catch up with them and introduce myself." she tells them before excusing herself and headed for the exit.

When she walked out of the building, she pulled out her baseball cap and put it on before also sliding on a pair Wayfarer sunglasses. She tailed the men all the way over to another building, watching as Tony walked in but, Happy remained outside. He leaned against a car and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it. She approaches the man, stopping beside him.

"Mr. Hogan, I'm Olivia Coulson." she introduces herself to him.

"You're the new personal guard?" he wonders, taking in the young girl.

"I am." she agrees.

"You uh...you look..." Happy trails off, unsure how to word what he wanted to say.

"Yes, I am aware." Olivia inputted.

She then looks at the building that Tony had entered, "How come you didn't follow Mr. Stark inside?" she inquires.

"He asked to be alone." was Happy's response.

She turns her attention back to Happy, tilting her head slightly. "I don't think he should be alone right now, do you?" she wonders.

Happy lowers the sunglasses he had on, down the bridge of his nose, looking at the young girl over the top rims of the glasses.

"Look, listen to me, kid. If Tony wants to be alone, then you've gotta just leave him be. It's just a word of advice." he tells her before pushing his sunglasses back up his face.

"Thanks for that, but as his new personal body guard and new head of security, I'll leave him be when I decide to do so. This is not going to be then." Olivia tells him before approaching the building.

She opened the door and walked in. Upon entering, she took off her sunglasses before taking note of a giant machine in the center of the floor. She was in awe of the machine and was curious about what it could do.

"Hey Howard, whatcha working on?" Olivia asked him in curiosity.

"The Stark Gravatic Reversion technology." came Howard's answer.

"The same technology from your Stark Expo?" she wonders.

"The same one. It's not working out the way I want it to." Howard tells her.

"Well, maybe I can help you. Show me the blueprints and we can work together on it. It'll give me something to do while..." she trails off.

Howard took a look at the young girl beside him before setting his tools down.

"Alright, I don't see why not. The blueprints are over here." he tells her.

Olivia shook her head, ridding her conscious of the memory. She had a mission to focus on. She turned her attention away from the machine in the room and set her attention on Tony. She made her way over to him.

"Mr. Stark," she called out to the man.

The inventor turned around to face the girl, "What can I do for you, kid? Want an autograph or a selfie?" he asks her.

"No, sir. My name is Olivia Coulson and I'm your new body guard." she informs him.

Tony looks at her incredulously, "You, my new body guard? Funny story, kid. Look, just tell me what you're really after, all right." he tells her.

The young girl lets out a sigh, she knew this mission was going to be hard to sell on.

"Mr. Stark, I really am you're new body guard. Ms. Potts and your company, Stark Industries, hired me once they were aware of your return. Everyone is concerned for your safety, and its understandable given the information we've gathered on you." she informs him.

"You're just a kid. They're expecting me to put my life in the hands of a child?" Tony asks.

Olivia smirked, "So you're agreeing to a body guard?"

"No, of course not. I'm just trying to figure out what kind of government sends a kid into the field." Tony tells her.

"Sir, I've passed every agency test with flying colors, falling into the top percentile and holding the records. The rest of my resume is on your desk, or I believe that your AI, JARVIS, has the details of it. The fact that I look young means that I'm unsuspecting towards anyone who would target you." She says.

She was growing tired of the fact that she kept hitting a wall with him. She was aware that she looked like a child, having been sleeping in ice kept her young. She watched as Tony looked her up and down before nodding his head.

"All right, fine. For the sake of Ms. Potts, you can stay." he tells her.

Olivia let out a sigh of relief, glad that he had finally given in. She gave him a nod.

"Great. Don't worry, I won't get in your way." she said.

Tony turned his attention back to the machine and Olivia scanned the room, mentally noting the many exits and windows that were on the current floor. When the sound of a door being opened echoed into the room, she reacted quickly, her hand going to the gun tucked away in her waistband. Her stature relaxed only slightly when she realized it was Obadiah Stane who had entered. Her hand fell away from her waistband before she gave the man a nod, him giving one in return. Her Cerulean eyes followed his form over to Tony before she turned her attention to elsewhere in the room.

"Well, that uh...that went over well." Obadiah comments.

"What's with the kid?" he then asks, jerking a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the young girl standing in the background.

"Don't mind her." Tony tells him.

He then thinks about how the press conference went, "Did I just paint a target on the back of my head?" he wonders.

"Your head? What about my head?" Obadiah asks him. "What do you think the over-under on the stock drop is going to be tomorrow?"

"Uhh...optimistically? 40 points." was Tony's answer.

"At minimum." Obadiah says.

"Yup." Tony agrees.

"Tony, we're a weapons manufacturer." Obadiah reminds him.

"Obie, I just don't want body count to be our only legacy." Tony tells him.

Olivia observed the two men, listening in on their conversation after she had moved a bit closer to hear them better. That off feeling about Obadiah was becoming stronger as she listened to the men talk.

"That's what we do. We're iron mongers. We make weapons." Obadiah says.

"It's my name on the side of the building." Tony reminds him.

"And what we do keeps the world from falling into chaos." Obadiah tries to change the young inventor's mind.

"Not based on what I saw." Tony tells him. "We're not doing a good enough job. We can do better. We're going to do something else."

Olivia didn't appreciate how Obadiah couldn't seem to understand where Tony was coming from. He kept pushing for the inventor to keep making weapons when it was clear to her that, that wasn't what he wanted to do anymore.

"Like what? You want us to make baby bottles?" Obadiah asks incredulously.

"I think we should take another look into the arc reactor technology." Tony tells him.

"Aw, come on. The arc reactor? That's a publicity stunt!" Obadiah tells him. "Tony, come on. We built that thing to shut the hippies up!"

"It works." Tony stated.

"Yeah, as a science project." Obadiah commented. "The arc was never cost effective. We knew that before we built it. Arc reactor technology, that's a dead end...right?"

"Maybe." Tony replied.

"Huh? Am I right? We haven't had a breakthrough in what? Thirty years?" Obadiah inquires.

Tony turned around to face Obadiah then, as his business partner had walked behind him.

"That's what they say." he comments.

Olivia continues to observe the two men from where she stood, watching as Tony seemed to study Obadiah's face before he said anything more.

"Could you have a lousier poker face?" Tony wonders. "Just tell me, who told you?"

"Never mind who told me. Show me." Obadiah tells him.

"Rhodey or Pepper? It's Rhodey or Pepper."

"I want to see it."

"Okay, so Rhodey."

Tony pulls his arm out of his sling before he goes about unbuttoning his shirt. The two men look around the room, taking note that it was still only the young girl in the room. The young inventor opens up his shirt to show a metallic, circular plate that was partially sticking out of his chest.

"Okay," Obadiah takes it in before looking around the room again.

He then buttons up Tony's shirt for him.

"Okay? It works." Tony tells him.

"Listen to me, Tony." Obadiah swings an arm around Tony's shoulders. "We're a team, you understand? There's nothing we can't do if we stick together, like your father and I."

Olivia turned her focus to the older man, he worked with Howard? Then clearly Howard had lost his sense of people as time progressed because, she had a feeling that Obadiah had a hidden agenda.

"I'm sorry I didn't give you a heads-up, okay? But if I had..."

"Tony." Obadiah interrupts him.

"Tony, no more of this "Ready, aim, fire" business. You understand me?" he inquires.

"That was Dad's line." Tony commented quietly.

Obadiah pulls his arm back and settles with placing his hand on Tony's shoulder this time.

"You've got to let me handle this. We're going to have to play a whole different kind of ball now." he states.

Tony gathers his jacket and the two of them began to walk away from the machine.

"We're going to have to take a lot of heat. I want you to promise me that you're going to lay low." Obadiah tells him.

Tony gives him a nod before heading for the door. Obadiah stops to stand beside Olivia, looking her over.

"Who are you, kid?" he asks.

Olivia just stares at the man for a moment before she slides her sunglasses back on. He became uncomfortable with her staring at him and decided to just leave. Her Cerulean eyes tracked his leaving form, yeah...there's definitely something off about him. She sighs to herself before heading for the doors, exiting the building and joined Tony in the car that Happy was chauffeuring.

(Next Time On...)

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swanimagines · 5 years

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About a Girl in the Tower

Request: Peter x Stark! reader where the reader (female pronouns) is the daughter of Tony Stark and Tony keeps her locked away and no one but the avengers know about her. One day Peter ends up staying for (say a month) summer vacation at Avengers HQ and his room ends up being right next door to hers. He doesn't know about her yet, and Tony wants to keep it that way. Until one night Peter hears singing coming from the other room, him being curious, goes to check it out and meets her. They continue to talk in secret until one day Tony catches them kissing/makeout whatever you want to call it. And Tony freaks out, seperates them, but then he gets lectured by Steve (Cap. America) about how it's okay. And how he needs to stop being so overprotective. So the next day she surprises Peter (possibly with a surprise cheek kiss?) at his school because Tony let's her go to Public school now. @izzycloud02

Fandom: Marvel/MCU, Peter Parker x fem!reader & dad!Tony Stark

Warnings: A bit of angst at the beginning

A/N: I tried to imitate Tony’s humour :D Sorry if I was bad in it. Also, this is a long boi.

Word count: 2,043

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When you had been born to a woman whom Tony had loved dearly when he was young, he had been ecstatic about it. He was looking forward to being a dad, but he wanted to offer you a loving life, with him and your mom stuck by your side.

But life wasn’t built to be fair and happy for you. You were barely four years old, when your mom had died in a violent robbery. And when your father became the Iron Man shortly after that, he swore to himself that he wouldn’t let anything to happen to you - he couldn’t bear losing you too. So he locked you away into the Stark tower, and no one else than Pepper and later the Avengers knew who you were - or where you were. Tony never spoke about you in the public and ignored all the questions about the little girl he had with your mom years ago - and as the years went by, the press gradually stopped asking about you from your father.

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“Hey, kid. I’m going to a party tonight. There’s food in the fridge and don’t bully FRIDAY. FRIDAY, please bully Peter.” Tony told Peter as he closed his suitcase. Peter was still nervous to stay at the Iron Man’s residence and his nervousness was visible, as he didn’t manage to stay in place and couldn’t act natural. And above all, he knew Tony was considering on taking Peter to join the Avengers - and Peter couldn’t mess that up.

“Oh, haha, FRIDAY can bully me, okay. Uh, can I watch the TV? There’s a movie coming tonight and I really really want to watch it.” the boy asked and Tony raised his eyebrows at him. Then he sighed and nodded.

“FRIDAY, if Peter watches the TV, please make sure he doesn’t get to watch those certain channels.”

“Got it, Mr. Stark. I’m going to disable your own channels for tonight.” FRIDAY’s voice echoed throughout the residence. Peter didn’t dare to ask about the channels FRIDAY had just disabled, and Tony got into the elevator. But just before the elevator doors closed, he laid a warning look on Peter.

“I want my tower and everything inside it intact when I come home. Got it, kid?”

Peter straightened his back and nodded at Tony. “S-sure, Mr. Stark, I’m not going to blow this up or anything.”

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It was quiet and dark, the movie had just ended and Peter had the empty food box laying on the table in front of him. It was too late to go on a stroll, but too early to go to sleep, but he didn’t know what to do. He thought that home alone evening would be over in no time - but as he was too nervous to do much anything because he didn’t want to frustrate Tony, he wasn’t left with much to do.

“Mr. Parker, I’d recommend you to clean that up before it jams on the table. Mr. Stark won’t be happy if he finds out that you left mayonnaise stuck on his table”, FRIDAY’s voice advised and Peter complied immediately - fortunately FRIDAY was there to advise Peter. Sometimes Peter wondered if FRIDAY had its own consciousness, because even though it talked to Peter about things, Tony at least acted like he didn’t know anything about those things.

Just as Peter had cleaned the mayonnaise and was taking the paper to trash, he heard… singing. A girl singing in a room which was close to his room… and he followed the voice. He thought he was alone, but burglars don’t sing, at least those burglars he had caught didn’t. But he had to be ready, because New York was full of all kinds of people - and the singing girl could be a trap. So he readied his wrists just in case, and opened the door beside his room.

What he saw, was a girl sitting beside a large mirror with headphones on. You had immediately stopped singing when you saw Peter and just stared the boy in horror. You knew who Peter was, you knew he was staying there - but your father had forbidden you to show yourself to him. After all, Peter wasn’t an Avenger yet and he had to be tested so he could become one.

“Wow… you’ve got an amazing singing voice”, Peter breathed out and you blushed.

“Thank you.”

He just kept smiling at you, but suddenly his eyes widened upon realizing who you were. “Wait… you’re Y/N Stark!”

You blushed even harder, knowing everyone thought you were either dead or gone missing, because your father wouldn’t ever talk about you. And Peter realizing that your father had kept you in the tower all this time, felt… embarrassing. You felt like Rapunzel.

You saw a FRIDAY bot slowly floating over your room and you sighed, looking at the bot with pleading eyes. “Please don’t tell my father. He’d kick Peter out and it wasn’t Peter’s fault, it was mine.”

FRIDAY was quiet for a bit, but then it turned around and its voice echoed through your room. “I’m looking this through my wires this time.”

It was quiet again and Peter had realized that his staring made you uncomfortable, so he turned his gaze to the floor. Neither of you spoke, but you knew what was there running inside Peter’s head.

So you felt the need to explain. “After my mother died in that robbery, my father swore that he wouldn’t let anything happen to me - and in his opinion, the best way was to lock me away, to prevent me to go to places so there wouldn’t be any chances I’d be in danger, let people think I wasn’t around anymore. But I understand him, in my own way. He only wishes me the best.”

Peter seemed to calm down at your words - he apparently had thought Tony kept you as a prisoner there. Then he squinted his eyes at you and asked: “Wait, so if this is also Avengers Tower…”

“They know about me.” you interrupted him and offered him a tiny smile. “Tony made them promise that they wouldn’t tell about me to anyone as the first thing when they entered this house.”

“Oh.”

FRIDAY’s bot came back, this time projecting a surveillance camera video of your father coming back into the building, silently indicating Peter has to leave your room.

“Can I come to see you again?” Peter whispered and you nodded while grinning.

“I haven’t had the contact of my age for a long time so… sure.”

—

Almost two months had gone by, and you couldn’t believe your luck. The summer was almost over and Tony hadn’t found out of your and Peter’s little friendship, which had slowly developed into a relationship. Every time you were home alone, you had fun with Peter with movies, cuddling and playing video games.

Then the day when Peter was supposed to leave, came. It had been tiptoeing to your door for weeks prior, a feeling at the back of your neck and you knew to expect it but it still was too soon, it still hurt. So when Peter came over by your room to say goodbye while Tony was in the basement, you couldn’t help but grab him by his collar and kiss him - even though you knew there was a high chance that Tony was seeing that, you just kept your lips on his.

But after your father’s figure appeared at your door, you quickly pulled away and looked over to your father. He was clenching his teeth and stared at Peter with the power of thousand daggers.

“Mr. Stark, I-”

“Out.”

And Peter left, knowing Tony would throw him out if he would protest.

—

It had been a few days since Peter left. You didn’t talk to your father and Tony was continuously checking the news for the possibility that Peter had told the press about you - and there had been no news on that, but Tony still checked that multiple times a day. He was scared that his enemies would know about you - they’d know he had a weak spot where to strike. You meant the world to him, and he couldn’t stand the chance that he would be losing you.

Tony drummed his foot on the floor, browsing the channels on the TV, when Steve sat beside him. He sighed and let his hands rest in between his knees. He knew there was a great chance Tony wouldn’t listen to him, but he had to try.

“Tony, you’re being too hard on Peter and Y/N.”

Tony didn’t answer, but his aggressive channel browsing stopped like someone froze his hand. His lips twitched slightly, and Steve knew Tony was listening to him.

“Peter is a good kid. And Y/N seems to care for him, and if you really want the best for your daughter-”

“The best way to keep Y/N safe is by keeping her here until she’s ready to go face the outside world.” Tony grumbled and Steve sighed again.

“And when would that be? When she’s eighteen? Or twenty-five? Or wait, I know. Forty, right?”

Tony huffed at Steve’s try to make the situation look humorous, but to Steve, it was close enough.

“You can’t keep Y/N locked away forever, Tony. And now she has fallen in love - and Peter would be there to protect her even if you couldn’t. Tony, as much as you hate it, but your little girl is all grown up. She doesn’t need this much protection anymore - and you know it.”

Without another word, Steve left from Tony’s side, leaving Tony to his thoughts. He knew Cap was right about you and Peter - and yet Tony wanted to believe that if you went to explore the world outside the tower, you would be in danger and his tower would be the only place where you were safe at all times. But when he thought about it, you had had at least one dangerous situation in there, when Loki and the aliens invaded the New York City. Loki had even stepped into the tower, waltzed in the living room and if you wouldn’t have been with Pepper back then - Tony even didn’t want to imagine what dangers would have been lying there for you. He thought about Cap’s words over and over again, and finally he reluctantly agreed with him.

Peter was a good kid.

—

The school hallway was full of students hugging each other after a long time not seeing, lockers were full of back to school-stickers and Peter just slumped there with Ned, who patted Peter on the back with a comforting manner after Peter had muttered what had happened with you.

“Well, that sucks”, he shook his head as taking his backpack off. “But maybe Mr. Stark comes to his senses?”

“I don’t think so”, Peter muttered as he took his own backpack off and opened his locker. “He looked like he’ll kill me if I s-”

“Wow, who’s that?” Ned interrupted him and Peter groaned, not looking at the direction Ned was looking.

“Don’t know and don’t care.”

But before Peter knew it, he felt familiar hands on his shoulders. A kiss was placed on his cheek and your voice whispered: “Did you miss me?”

Peter’s expression was one of those you’d have to take pictures of. It was like he just saw a miracle in front of his eyes - and maybe to him, you were just that.

Peter turned to face you and kept your hands in his own, grasping them like a lifeline and stared at you for a long while.

“How?” he finally got a word out and you grinned.

“A miracle happened, dad actually listened to someone else than his own stubborn mind. He even decided to roll me into the public school, so...”

Your talking was interrupted when Ned dropped the mug he was holding and had stopped staring at you, as he finally realized who you were. You giggled and bent down to pick up the mug and handing it back to him.

“You must be Ned.”

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distant-rose · 4 years

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Hey so, care to share any of the mood boards and /or playlists that I'm 99% sure you have your your next gen marvel universe?

Okay, I know you sent this like yesterday morning, but you’re asking for me to share a piece of a universe that @justanotherwannabeclassic and I have been developing since…July? Which is insane but I made my first post about our Earth-6828 universe on the 26th July 2019. We have an estimated ninety-three characters for this universe that categorized as a next generation or involved in the next generation narrative. Ninety-three characters. Nine. Three. It’s insane. WE’RE INSANE. We created an entire universe over the course of a half year.

Anyway, with that many characters, I don’t think it’s possible to share everything on the internet involving them. So, I’m gonna focus on the OG team - the Daughters of Liberty. They’re the catalyst for Earth-6828 universe and they’re eleven women from different backgrounds and skill sets. We deliberately made a all-female team that’s diverse and we really have fun playing with them. So I’ll share some mood boards and playlists that I made for them.

NOTE: Please note that when I make playlists, I’m a weirdo with very specific rules. I make playlists made of songs sung by the genre of music I think the character would listen to, in the gender they identify with and I only do one song per artist. So, a character like Bekka who likes old school country and jazz, she’s a big fan of Duke Ellington and Miles Davis and Wendy Nguyen who is folksy really likes the Lumineers and the Mountain Goats but neither of those artists are featured on those lists because both characters are female and I like to think of the songs as being from their perspective. It’s really weird but I feel the need to make the disclosure.

I’m gonna put this under the cut because this is gonna be LOOOOONG. Also, if you’re interested in other characters and nuances of the universe, you’re also welcome to hit up not just me but also Shea because she’s done some amazing work too.

Valeria “Val” Richards

Val Richards is an Earth-616 canon character and the daughter of Reed Richards (Mr. Fantastic) and Susan Storm (Invisible Woman). She’s the smartest woman in the world and holds more degrees than she knows what to do with. She’s constantly working on a new degree and really hates the amount of condescension she gets sometimes from people who don’t believe how smart she is and underestimate her. It’s half the reason she’s involved with the team - she wanted to show that she and the women she works with shouldn’t be underestimated. She’s the team coordinator and is the most tech savvy. She’s known for drinking her weight in coffee, listening to Led Zeppelin on full blast and always having her hands in one project or another. She has a habit of never going to bed because she’s constantly involving herself in a project and because she’s constantly blasting music, her hearing isn’t always the best. She constantly has people repeat things since she often can’t hear them. Though she’s not involved with the family business, she’s got a great relationship with her parents and especially her brother, Franklin, who is without a doubt her hero. She’s a part of the LONGEST slowburn I’ve ever written and it took SIX YEARS for her and the team empath Wendy to get together.

Val’s Playlist: Classic and Hard Rock, this is the type of music that Val generally listens to when she’s in the lab. It features Lita Ford, Pat Benator, Joan Jett and The Pretty Reckless. I think shows a lot of her attitude and some of her anger.

Eleanor “El” Rogers

El Rogers is an Earth-85826 canon character and the daughter of Steve Rogers (Captain America) and Sharon Carter (Agent 13). She is a professionally trained spy and is a specialist in various forms of combat. Though she offered the mantle of Captain America to Dani Cage, she is very proud of her father’s legacy and sometimes nags Dani on how she should handle things, which sometimes leads to some contention between the two. Prior to the starting the Daughters of Liberty with Val Richards, she was a SHIELD agent and often known as “Espionage Barbie.” Growing up in the spotlight, she’s a gifted and knowledgeable public relations specialist and has more than a few headaches trying to manage this team and the array of personalities she deals with. Despite her PR skills, she’s naturally more introverted and prefers to spend her time with her close friends and working on her art. Though she’s more like her mother, she did inherit Steve’s sense of justice and morals while also keeping questionable company seeing that she often finds herself in some morally grey company, namely a couple of rebellious Southern mutants and three SHIELD trained professional killers. Most people often see El as perfect but she is riddled with anxiety and constantly beats herself up for not living up to people’s expectations. Before her father’s death, she was seen as very upbeat and friendly, but has been much more subdued and even more argumentative. She’s incredibly stubborn, which often gets her into epic fights with Dani and Meredith, as well as the leaders of the Avengers (Sonny Stark) and X-Men (Olivier LeBeau).

El’s Playlist: El is very much a pop music kinda girl, but her playlist comes with a bit of a twist of her anxieties, depression and desires to live up to that expectations that have been put on her. It features Taylor Swift, Elle King, Demi Lovato and Ruelle.

Danielle “Dani” Cage

Dani Cage is an Earth-616 canon character and the daughter of Luke Cage (Power Man) and Jessica Jones (Jewel). She’s the current Captain America and it’s a job she’s very ambivalent about because as much as she is honored by being bestowed the title, it comes with a lot of pressure and criticism which Dani is not great with. Due to her super strength and invulnerability, she rarely uses the iconic Captain America shield which is one of the many things she gets criticized for by El. Like her parents, Dani is tough as nails, a little rough around the edges and swears like it was its her job. Despite her short fuse, Dani has the biggest heart of them all and tends to come from a place of compassion rather than a place of judgment. This doesn’t stop her from being one of the sassiest members of the Daughters of Liberty however. When she’s not shouldering her duties as Captain America, Dani is working out her frustrations in the gym through boxing and acting as a volunteer for the Harlem Boys and Girls’ Club. Dani is a creature of habit. She goes to the same gym that she’s gone to since she was a little girl despite having a gym in HQ, she eats the same thing for breakfast and orders the same thing whenever she goes out for dinner. Her teammates often make fun of her because of this habit, but with all the stress in her life, she clings to these habits as a source of comfort and normalcy. Dani is best friends and incredibly close to Lucy Rand, who is about 85% of her impulse control. Sometimes the only thing keeping Dani from punching out her teammates and the occasional reporter is Lucy.

Dani’s Playlist: Her playlist is the perfect workout playlist because it’s intense and high energy R&B, Hip-Hop and Rap songs. It’s an ode to black excellence and being unapologetically awesome. It features Beyonce, Cardi B, Lizzo and Salt-N-Pepa.

Lucy Rand

Lucy Rand is an Earth-21722 canon character and the daughter of Danny Rand (Iron Fist) and Misty Knight. She’s a highly skilled martial artist and gifted detective. While Val might be the most intelligent person in the world, Lucy is skilled at picking up social and culture nuances quickly and reading people despite not having empathy and psychic abilities. Despite having great tragedy in her life and losing her parents at a young age, she’s a very positive person who tends to do her best to make any difficult situation manageable. Lucy’s anger rarely comes out but when it does, it usually is when people disregard the sacrifice her parents made. Though privately, she’s very upset with them for not being there for the major events in her life and though Luke Cage and Jessica Jones had a big hand in raising her, they are not her parents. She has a permanent job at handling Dani’s short fuse but she wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Like Dani, Lucy is very involved the community, but she has a lot of other outlets including knitting hats and managing the Instagram of her favorite little gremlin - her hairless cat Dobby. Lucy is the type of person who tends to put the focus on everyone but herself, something that the team does their best to curb. Very rarely is Lucy in any photos, mainly because she’s normally the one taking them. While she’s not field commander like Dani and El, she’s certainly the team negotiator when it comes to arguments. Needless to say with the amount of big personalities on the team, there is a fair share of fights she needs to break up and while Dani might be her best friend, Lucy’s most trusted companion is her jumbo sized bottle of migraine reliever pills.

Lucy’s Playlist: Like Dani’s playlist, Lucy’s playlist features a lot of black excellence, but completely genre. Like Lucy herself, it’s a playlist with a lot of Soul and with a focus on fluidity rather than high energy. It features Aretha Franklin, Nina Simone, Whitney Houston and Ari Lennox.

Rebecca “Bekka” LeBeau

Bekka LeBeau is an Earth-41001 canon character and the daughter of Remy LeBeau (Gambit) and Anna-Marie LeBeau (Rogue). She inherited her father’s kinetic manipulation and her mother’s enhanced durability and flight. A complete Daddy’s Girl, she’s an incredibly gifted thief and has a penchant for using her abilities to blow shit up. However, instead of using playing cards, Bekka’s weapon of choice is…random objects from the dollar store? Don’t be surprised to see this chick throws weaponized plastic army men or marbles at your face. Despite her charisma, revolving door of men and natural extroversion, Bekka rarely opens up to people nor does she let people get close to her. This is a result of a very traumatic event in her childhood that completely changed both of her and older brother’s lives and caused her mutation to develop early at the age of eight. Due to this, she often suffers from nightmares and can be seen putting her absurdly gifted baking skills to work in the middle of the night. She’s the unofficial chef of the team and has introduced the team to a lot of Cajun cuisine. She’s a proud New Orleans girl and prepared to stomp your Southern stereotypes out of you. A running gag with Bekka is that despite being a very observant person, she is a penchant for refusing to see what’s right in front of her if she doesn’t want to see it such as her brother and best friend hooking up or that a certain ginger SHIELD agent is madly in love with her.

Bekka’s Playlist: Like Bekka herself, her playlist is a mixture of old school, new old and a little bit of subtle darkness. It has a mixture of Old School jazz, Classic Country and Southern Rock. It features Billie Holiday, Delta Rae, Dolly Parton and Gin Wigmore.

May “Mayday” Parker

Mayday Parker is an Earth-982 canon character and the daughter of Peter Parker (Spider-Man) and Mary Jane Watson. She inherited Peter’s enhanced physiology and wall-crawling abilities. While Mayday has her father’s intelligence, smart mouth and penchant for science, she’s more of an athlete than a nerd. She’s an avid lover of basketball and even played two years of Division Three basketball at Empire State University. She is a very frustrated New York Knicks and New York Mets fan and is often antagonized by Dani Cage, who has a tendency to be a very obnoxious Yankees fan. Though Mayday has a spot on the Daughters of Liberty team and often works outside the team as a research chemist, she has struggled with her identity since she stopped playing basketball. While she is currently Spider-Girl, she always views it more as her continuing her father’s work rather it being her own thing. Despite being incredibly bright and formidable fighter, Mayday also struggles with a lack of confidence and anxiety. She is often makes sarcastic jokes and often at her own expense. Mayday is loyal friend and often agonizes over the fact her superhero duties sometimes make her break her promises to her friends and family. However, she’s found a good support system in her girlfriend Nancy Lu, a telekinetic member of the X-Men and in her mentor, Val Richards. Though she is seven years older, Mayday often mothers her younger sister Annie, whom she sees as reckless and impulsive.

Mayday’s Playlist: This playlist is a mixture of Alternative and Rock music. It has a lot of songs that deal with self-esteem and discovering who are you is enough. It features Paramore, Avril Lavigne, Halsey and P!nk.

Anne “Annie” Parker

Annie Parker is Earth-18119 canon character and the daughter of Peter Parker (Spider-Man) and Mary Jane Watson. Like her sister, she inherited her father’s enhanced physiology and wall-crawling abilities but that’s where their similarities end. Like her mother, Annie is an incredibly outgoing personality. With her love for pink, glitter and partying, most people look at Annie and think of her nothing more than an empty-headed party girl who does stupid shit and has nothing to add to the conversation. Wrong! Annie has one of the world’s highest IQs and is usually the smartest person in the room. She’s gifted in both sciences and mathematics. At the start of the story, she’s a student at Empire State University and is pursuing two degrees in Mathematics and Physics. She’s got an endemic memory which helps her manage her schoolwork, hero work and social life. Annie wasn’t initially invited to be a part of the team, but Mayday convinced Val and El to bring her on in hopes of curbing Annie’s partying. She’s a bit of hedonist and often does things to an excess. Since she was a child, Annie has been known for her bubbly attitude and infectiously positive attitude. This was developed at a young age as she rarely saw her older sister happy (not understanding that her sister suffered from depression and anxiety) and she made it her personal mission to make Mayday smile. Annie is a fearless girl with a big heart who doesn’t often think before putting herself in harm’s way, which unknowing stresses out her older sister more.

Annie’s Playlist: This playlist features a lot of Pop, Hip-Hop and Dance music. It’s high energy, upbeat and makes you just want to have a good time. Honestly, a good chunk of these songs have featured on RuPaul’s Drag Race as Lip Sync for your life songs. (Annie is a massive RuPaul fan). It features Arianna Grande, Britney Spears, Rihanna and Tove Lo.

Meredith “Mere” Pryde

Meredith Pryde is an Earth-41001 canon character and the daughter of Piotr Rasputin (Colossus) and Kitty Pryde (Shadow Cat). She inherited her mother’s phasing power, tech skills and ability to make epic callouts. She inherited almost nothing from her father, whom she doesn’t really remember since he died when she was young. She was raised mainly by her mother and her aunt Illyana Rasputin. Meredith joined the Daughters of Liberty so she didn’t have to deal with her brother Cameron second-guessing all of her choices and telling her to calm down. When Meredith sees injustice, she does her best to correct the situation and she doesn’t care who she has to call out. When she’s not doing work for the Daughters of Liberty, Meredith is active activist who is involved in various projects but especially on mutants’ rights. She attends and supports every march she can and her instagram is full of all her favorite protest and march signs that she sees. Aside from being involved in activism, Meredith’s second favorite activity is trolling her teammates, especially those who tend to be nonplussed about things. She’s notorious for her pranks and for playfully flirting with her teammates’ siblings to make them uncomfortable, namely Bekka. While she’s a notorious flirt, she has no interest in relationships and will punch you in the face if you ask her if she has a boyfriend or girlfriend. Though she is involved with the Daughters of Liberty and various movements, Meredith often suffers from loneliness because she doesn’t have a lot of time for herself and fostering her friendships. She’s every girl’s friend, but no one’s best friend.

Meredith’s Playlist: This playlist highlights Meredith’s confidence and unapologetic nature. She is who she is, and you can take it or leave it. It’s an eclectic list which has mixture of Pop Rock, Pop, Alternative and R&B music. It features Superchick, Billie Eilish, Lily Allen and Icona Pop.

Wendy Nguyen

Wendy Nguyen is a character Shea and I made up, she is not related to anyone. Shocker. She’s a licensed therapist who often treats other superheroes and was actually assigned to El Rogers after the death of her father. She is an empath who is capable of sensing people’s emotions and when she touches them, she gets not only your emotions but your thoughts and even your memories. Her senses are incredibly strong and she often cannot be in the same room when someone is feeling things a bit too strongly, particularly her teammate Maya Ayala during the team’s first year together. Because she feels people’s emotions so strongly, Wendy is often confused whose emotions she is feeling - hers or someone else’s. This is one of the reasons it took her so long for her to admit her feelings for Val. Wendy is often seen as a quiet and thoughtful person who does her best to make her teammates confront their feelings for both her sake and theirs. She has an affinity for tea and has the world’s most absurd tea cabinet which is filled with tea from all over the world from her many travels. She also as an affinity for butterflies, which she views as being similar to human emotions - intense, sometimes beautiful but fleeting and fragile. Wendy often wears gloves to keep herself from accidentally touching others and taking their thoughts and memories without their permission. The ethics of her ability sometimes is a struggle for her since while they allow her to be good at job, however she feels them without control or consent from others. She rarely goes out with her friends in public areas mainly because being around so many people who are feeling a variety emotions is too much for her and causes her to have splitting headaches.

Wendy’s Playlist: Best described as folksy and acoustic. Wendy prefers most chilled out music because feeling others’ emotions can be very overwhelming. However, there’s a range of emotion here because she feels a lot. It features Of Monsters and Men, Regina Spektor, Jolie Holland and Hannah Connelly.

Yasmin “Yas” Khan

Yasmin Khan is a character Shea and I made up, she’s the niece of Kamala Khan (Miss Marvel). Like her aunt, Yasmin has Inhuman heritage alongside holding Pakistani and African heritages from her parents, Aamir and Tyesha. She was exposed to the Terrigen Mists and gained abilities similar to her father in which she can create psychic force fields, however she also has telekinesis and touch-telepathy. Yasmin is a practicing Muslim and while most of the women don’t wear hijabs nor expect her to wear one, she often feels to try and normalize Muslim practices in a society that is suspicious and often hateful towards her culture. She likes to joke that it covers up her bad hair days. Yasmin loves fashion and color, and though she is often the most modest wearing person in the room, she is definitely the most colorful and enjoys outrageous patterns. She is a big lover of pop culture and can often be seen playing Pokemon Go and watching shows on Crunchy Roll on her phone. She has a massive sweet tooth and can be seen in the kitchens watching Bekka bake in hopes of being allowed to have a bite. Though she doesn’t drink, she is best friends with Annie and often accompanies her on nights out and makes sure her friend doesn’t get into any trouble. Yasmin is one of the few people who isn’t out with her personal identity and this is mainly due to her fear of people hurting her family due to the rampant Muslim prejudice in the United States. As one of the youngest members of the team, her teammates are incredibly protective of her and have actually a designated plan ready to cheer her up if they ever see Yasmin is upset, which is called Operation: Yas Smiles.

Yas’s Playlist: Like Meredith, Yap’s playlist is very colorful and has a diverse range of generics from R&B to Soul and Rap. It has a range of emotions since while Yas is a very cheerful person and absolute sweetheart, there’s some anger there at how she and other Muslims are treated. It features Mona Haydar, SassyBlack, Daya and Azealia Banks.

Maya Ayala

Maya Ayala is a character Shea and I made up, she’s the daughter of Hector Ayala (White Tiger) and the niece of Ava Ayala (White Tiger). Nothing happy ever happens to the Ayala family and unfortunately that saga continues with Maya, who witnessed her entire family and boyfriend being murdered in front of her during a shoot out in the Bronx. She took up the mantle of White Tiger and has been on a search to find their murderer. Before becoming the current incarnation of the White Tiger, Maya was a former competitive gymnast who was almost on the United States Olympic team and was working as a gymnastics coach. However, since the incident, she’s put all of her energy into getting revenge for her family and joined the Daughters of Liberty to honor her aunt and to use her resources to get justice. While her focus is on revenge, her greatest desire is to see her family and her boyfriend again. At the beginning, she kept herself from her teammates because she didn’t want to get attached, but after awhile, she became very close with Wendy, Val, Dani and Lucy. Maya has a secret love for telenovelas which she tries to keep quiet because she’s afraid of being seen as stereotypical. Despite this, she’s very proud Latina and gets pissed off when people write her off as “Mexican” or “foreign,” especially since her family hails from Puerto Rico and she’s just as American as anyone else. However, occasionally she does share her culture with the others, and occasionally makes arroz con gandules and pollo guisado with Bekka for the team.

Maya’s Playlist: This is list is a mixture of Latin Pop, Alternative and R&B. It holds a mixture of Maya before the loss of her family and after. A lot of the latin pop are from gymnastic routines she would create. However, there’s also a lot of anger and sadness here, which is understandable. It features Audri Nix, Ciara, Lana Del Rey and Skylar Grey.

#asks #answered #katie-dub #earth 6828 #ro and shea write a comic #the daughters of liberty #marvel #val richards #dani cage #lucy rand #ellie rogers #bekka lebeau #mayday parker #annie parker #meredith pryde #yasmin khan #wendy nguyen #maya ayala

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headoverjojo · 4 years

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Here’s my Christmas piece for @jjba-secret-santa! And I’m @nyashi-kaages‘s secret santa! Henlo Em 💕 I hope this small piece could make you smile! And merry merry Christmas!!

Characters: Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio. Bruabba. Fluff. Post VA events

Sure it’s Christmas, once more

“Is everything ready, dear?” Abbacchio turned, hearing his beloved’s voice. A smile, something that became so natural in all those years, bent his lips and softened his eyes; a thick network of thin wrinkles emerged on his eyes’ side, matched by a couple on his mouth’s sides. Bruno’s blue eyes shone, seeing the true serenity on Abbacchio’s face; after so many years he was still not used to it, to not see the perpetual frown on his brow, that had left some wrinkles on his forehead, to not see his lips bent in a serious line or in a grimace…

“Almost. I just have to put this last light strand and we’re done.” Abbacchio replied, while putting on the beautiful Christmas tree that adorned their living room the last light strand. When he was done, he turned it all on, and the tree shone in colorful lights. Golden, white, red, green and orange danced on the green branches, reflecting on the glossy surface of the many Christmas balls hanged on the tree. The men’s eyes filled with marvel and a sort of sense of joy, something that they couldn’t explain but that clenched their guts in a sweet morse for a long, long moment, before fading, slowly, leaving behind just a warm feeling, something like a safe hug.

“This year it’s even more beautiful than usual, eh?” Abbacchio nodded in agreement, sliding an arm around Bruno’s waist, when the man came close enough. He was right… and, oh, they had decorated so many Christmas trees, by now. The first ones at their old headquarters, with all the boys; then, when they, one by one, moved out, due to different duties in other cities, as Giorno and Mista, or because they had found someone special, as Narancia and Fugo, or even more to follow their dreams, as Trish, he and Abbacchio were left alone in a too big HQ. So, now that all their boys were on their paths, they decided to finally live together, as they had desired for a lot of time, since after that terrible week that culminated in the death of the previous Boss. Both he and Abbacchio still had on themselves the scars that witnessed the ferocity of that little war.

“It is. Why, in your opinion? Maybe the new lights?” Abbacchio asked, tilting his head on a side, in a way that Bruno had always found adorable. No, it’s because you put a lot of love in it, he would have liked to say, but he knew that Abbacchio would have ended up all flustered and pouty and, even if he always found it terribly cute and adorable, he preferred to see him smiling, at least for that day.

“Maybe so. They’re very pretty.” Bruno said, instead, quietly, enjoying his partner’s safe grip and closing his eyes, relaxed, missing the look on Abbacchio’s face. His violet eyes were gently examining Bruno’s relaxed face, the now smooth forehead and cheeks, the eyes, those eyes… even if now they were surrounded by an universe of tiny wrinkles, that type of wrinkles that emerge due to too many smiles, his eyes were always so blue, blue like a serene sky, blue like the sea on a sunny day. Abbacchio had loved those bright eyes for so much time that he didn’t even remember how it was when he didn’t love them.

“Yeah, like you.” he bit his lips when he noticed he had said it aloud. Jeez....! Bruno opened his eyes, surprised, and looked at him. Abbacchio wasn’t looking at him anymore, but his cheeks were dusted in red and a pout marred his still handsome face. Even if now they weren’t young anymore, even if grey was making its way in Bruno’s raven hair and little aches were starting to make their bones creak like old wardrobes, Abbacchio was still the most handsome and breathtaking man in all the world in Bruno’s eyes. Becoming old wasn’t ruining him, he always said, no; it was just making him more valuable, more exquisite, like a fine aged wine. The comparison always made Abbacchio laugh.

“I like when you think aloud, you know, Leone?” Abbacchio turned again to him, still red on his cheeks, but now the pout had been replaced by a surprised expression that made Bruno’s heart melt. He was always so surprised when someone said something nice to him…

“It’s nice because you always think such flattering things, even if you grumble so much.” he continued, making him huff and roll his eyes; Bruno knew, however, that he was amused. He was trying to fight a smile, c’mon!

“I have a reputation to uphold, dear.” Bruno heartily laughed at his reply, playfully nagging his arm and blowing a kiss on his cheek, after getting on his tiptoes. Dang, Abbacchio was so tall…!

“Even with me?” Bruno asked, innocently, making Abbacchio roll his eyes again; this time, however, he couldn’t hold back the smile that bent his lips, making those little wrinkles that Bruno loved so dearly emerge again. He got on his tiptoes again, this time to gently kiss the corner of his eyes, his forehead, and then his lips, smiling on them, then, gently rubbing his nose on his.

“Maybe I can make an exception. Just for you.” Abbacchio kissed Bruno’s lips again, softly, before grumbling when the bell door loudly rang. Bruno chuckled, discreetly wiping off Abbacchio’s lipstick -just a fool would have thought he had given up on his lipstick- and going to open the door. He welcomed in the whole platoon composed of their boys and their families; the children ran inside, to go to quickly hug uncle Leone and to place various presents under the bright Christmas tree, as the adults flooded in, all shaking Bruno’s hand and giving him two kisses on the cheeks. Soon, the house was filled with chatter and cheers and games, as food, wine and drinks were shared and consumed with laughs and many, many toasts. Leone and Bruno finally found each other again when the children were about to open the gifts. They tiredly smiled at each other, but their eyes were bright and filled with happiness, that sort of happiness that comes from sharing wonderful moments with the people you love the most. They quietly sat next to each other, discreetly holding their hands, while the kids were finally opening their presents, surrounded by the happy cheers of their parents and uncles. Sure that was really Christmas… another one, another wonderful, chaotic and warm Christmas. Another Christmas together.

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adrenaline

okay so we can all agree that ep 5 has been the best one so far of the season so I tried to something from that

I did try to get a little dirtier but honestly I couldn’t get in the mind frame, even after 2 glasses of scotch so aqui estamos! that being said, i feel like my last couple of chapters were focused on big horny Kory energy so I’ve at least tried to flip that around.

as per, please like, comment reblog if you like it! thanks!!

part two

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part four

part five

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The mood back at HQ was indescribable. Somehow electric from the residual energy but sombre due to everyone’s exhaustion yet triumphant from their win. Safe to say the drive back was tense and silent. Arguably due to Jason being passed out in the backseat meaning he couldn’t fill the car with his nonsensical babbling. That being said, the relief over him being okay was the premier emotion, everyone knowing how badly this could have ended.

Dick and Hank had taken responsibility for him, carrying him from the car to the infirmary. They settled him with what was essentially a baby monitor so that they could keep an eye on him but still recuperate; any movement or change would send an immediate alert to Dick’s phone. He had sustained a lot of injuries, which meant that the night ahead could potentially be a long one; everything would be touch and go to make sure he didn’t succumb to any injuries from his fall. Though Jason would probably never admit it, the trauma of the night would more than likely haunt him for a very long time to come.

Dick knew that more than anyone.

He had insisted Rachel and Gar go to bed, having to nearly twist Gar’s arm to leave Rose to get some rest ensuring him she would be okay now that everyone was back. Kory had been in the shower for the last 15 minutes, meaning she would be out soon but for now Dick was alone in the living room, bar the miserable company of the glass of whiskey in his hand. He let out a deep sigh before gulping down a mouthful, the liquid leaving a burning trail down his throat. He hoped more than anything it would at least allow him to unwind a little, the remnants of adrenaline still coursing through him fiercely.

Tonight had been a cyclone of pure shit and he had no one to blame but himself. He couldn’t seem to make the right decisions no matter how hard he tried. Because of him Rachel was in crisis, Rose and Jason were in the infirmary, not to mention how tumultuous the rest of his relationships were and if it wasn’t for Kory, they’d probably all be dead.

Kory..

The thought of her had him instinctively taking another sip, swigging the last of it. He prayed that it would slow down the leap in his heart rate but all it was currently doing was aiding in raising the heat that was stirring under the collar of his navy t shirt. He’d never seen anyone move so fluidly and so effortlessly with such power. Donna had once joked that he had a ‘thing for dangerous women’ and after tonight it would be difficult to deny it with vim. He felt himself slide down his chair slightly as he remembered more from the fight, allowing himself to do so now he knew everyone was safe and sound; at least for now. He allowed himself to remember how strong her arms looked blocking the bullets from Deathstroke. Allowed himself to think about how powerful and lithe her body looked as she flew out of the window after Jason to catch him in her arms. How positively ethereal she looked as she lifted him back to safety. He always knew Kory was exquisite but tonight was something else, something he could never hope to imagine.

‘Comfortable there, Grayson?’

Kory’s voice jolted him back up to a sitting position, causing him to almost drop his glass. He glanced up at her to scold her jokingly but found his mouth too dry to speak at the sight of her. She wore nothing but one of his button up shirts, her hair freshly blow dried to maximum fluffiness; all in all, she looked utterly irresistible

‘Dick? Hey, are you okay?’ Her voice broke his revere, summoning his gaze back her eyes where he met her worried gaze.

‘Yeah, yeah. Sorry, its uh, it's been a long night.’ He apologised, setting down the glass on the coffee table next to him.

He watched as she took the seat opposite him, trying to ignore how the light from the lamp highlighted the muscular shape of her thighs as the shirt lifted.

‘No pyjamas?’ He inquired.

‘No, I was kind of in a rush to get back so I didn’t have the time and this is the first thing I could find when I came out of the shower. You don’t mind do you?’ She raised an eyebrow, as if she was daring him to object.

‘No, of course not. You’re good.’ He cleared his throat before speaking again. ‘So..’ was his marvelous start.

‘So…?’ Kory continued, questioningly.

‘Uh, long night. And you can fly! When, um, did you find that out?’

‘Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that actually. I got a...jump start in getting my memories back recently and that was one of the things that I remembered.’ She shrugged it off as if it were nothing, as if she hadn’t saved multiple lives tonight. ‘That was the first time I’ve done it since. I don’t know, I saw Jason fall and next thing I knew he was in my arms. Call it instinct, I guess. I was as surprised as you were. But you - You’re not Robin anymore but you sure still have his moves.’

‘Yeah, you think so? Well, I try.’ He responded, her praise sent a warm prickling sensation all over his body.

‘I’m sure you do.’ She smiled at him as she held his gaze, a smile of a siren, sultry and downright enticing. ‘You know, I forgot how good of a team we are. How well we work together. It was nice to be reminded.’

The air surrounding them seemed to be static, the electricity between them palpable in the room and the voltage seemed to ascend exponentially the longer they looked at each other. Kory was the one who broke the bubble, standing to make her way over to him. Dick could feel the typhoon of desire rising within him, like tumbling clouds and he knew it was only a matter of time that the feeling would tsunami him. Especially if Kory kept moving the way she was moving. Thankfully, she placed herself on the arm of his chair, far enough that he could at least form some relatively rational thoughts. But then she leaned over him, stupefying him as the sweet, rosy billow of her shampoo and conditioner. Kory grabbed the glass he’d been drinking out of and filled it halfway before throwing it back in one swallow.

‘It’s no fun to drink by yourself. You’re not going to get in your head tonight, Grayson, I’m gonna make sure of that.’ She announced with conviction.

Dick looked up at her, the alcohol making itself known at this point and giving him the liquid courage he needed to do what he did next. In all the recent events and tribulations, Dick had forgotten who he was. Kory frequently rendered him powerless to her but it was time he reminded himself and her of the attractive, tactful man he was. So he wound his arm around her waist and pulled her down into his lap, prompting a surprise squeal from Kory as she tipped backwards, her legs now placed over the arm of the chair.

‘Oh? And how do you expect to do that, Miss Anders?’ He whispered, pulling her closer to him so she was flush against him.

‘Why don’t you give me some suggestions...Mr Grayson.’ Kory’s face couldn’t have been more than a few inches from his, giving him perfect access for his following move.

Dick seized her lips with his own in one swift move, revelling in how velvety they were and Kory matched his energy, kissing him back with just as much enthusiasm as he gave her. She lifted her arms to drape them over his shoulders, her hands landing at the nape of his neck to sieve through the tufts of hair there. The slight tug she gave them evoking a pleased grunt from him, his hips jerking instinctually. Suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to take her right there and then on the spot.

Normally Dick was more patient, more explorative in his ministrations, but with the way the Kory was shifting in his lap and the exhilaration from the night coupled with the whiskey, he rushed to undo the buttons of the shirt she was wearing.

It was Kory again who broke their mutual trance, pulling back from the kiss to halt his hands before he opened more than the two buttons he’d unclasped.

‘Ah, we can’t do this here. I can’t have someone walking through here and catching us.’

And much to his dismay, she slid off his lap and stood towering over his position in the chair. He began to protest but was cut short when she continued to liberate the rest of the buttons, drawing open the collar of the shirt and permitting him a peek of the supple curve of her bare breasts.

‘So? Shall we continue this in the bedroom, Mr Grayson?’

Well, he didn’t need to be asked twice.

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