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katyobsesses · 3 years

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I've decided to do that fic ask thing that's been floating around even though I haven't been tagged <3

how many works do you have on AO3?

22... apparently? three of those are fic book covers though.

what’s your total AO3 word count?

139,883 words

how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

On AO3? 3. In general? 4 or 5 i think? I currently write for Glee and Marvel on my AO3 (there's also one Yuri On Ice fic) and I've previously written (and published) for Harry Potter on FF.Net. I do also have a few outlines/ideas for Merlin fics floating around my google docs but I've never posted any, and I used to write Twilight fics back in the day.

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ain't No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down) Book Cover with 222 kudos (Marvel published 2016) --A book cover for a popular Stucky fic

A Punch In The Face with 101 kudos (Marvel published 2014) --A Young Avengers drabble of sorts, Teddy/Billy meet cute

Express Your Love with 81 kudos (Marvel published 2014) --I cannot remember what this is, I think it's Stony? Something about Tony never saying 'I Love You' to steve but instead showing his love through actions?

In A Previous Life with 77 kudos (Marvel published 2014) --A drabble of sorts. Billy and Tommy talk to Wanda about their life with her before they were reincarnated.

Putting a Punching Bag in the Workshop was Tony's Best Idea Ever with 64 kudos (Marvel published 2014) --Basically what it says on the tin. Stony. Tony is distracted by Steve's arse as he boxes.

Annoyingly these are all fics I'm not that proud of, but they're older so the kudos amounts make sense i guess 🙄 the next most Kudos'd is one I am proud of though - “You took EVERYTHING from me.” with 58 Kudos (2019) - Basically a little oneshot of what I thought could have happened in the 5 years everyone was dusted and how I thought they might have introduced Billy and Tommy into the MCU, it was going to create a whole 'verse but then we got confirmation on things like Kate Bishop and Cassie Lang and Spiderman Far From Home came out and I dropped the ideas. But I still like this fic.

do you respond to comments, why or why not?

most of the time, yes, though sometimes I leave them sitting for too long and then feel awkward about replying to them and i don't (*cough* most of my comments on WTNY(ibwfy) *cough*)

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

probably In Paris With You which I'd forgotten about until scrolling through my fics! I wrote this, orginally, way back in like... 2011 based on a poem of the same name that got stuck in my head as i studied it for my English GCSE. but it's been updated and changed like 3 times since then.

Also my fic As long as I'm here as I am, so are you is rather angsty. Basically Kurt is listening to Ben Platt's album Sing to Me Instead and one song reminds him of Finn. (because it reminded me of them)

do you write crossovers? if so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I've never written a crossover, though I think I once toyed around with some sort of Harry Potter crossover that never made the light of day, I can't remember what it was with though... maybe Merlin?

have you ever received hate on a fic?

not on AO3! But I did have someone call my OC in One More New Direction a Mary Sue on FF.net which wasn't nice, and someone else said they hated my characterisation of Mercedes in a chapter which was weird because Mercedes wasn't even in the chapter it was just my OC talking about her and her impression of her.

do you write smut? if so what kind?

I've tried, multiple times, in my 10+ years of fic writing, but i just can't do it. Maybe it's because I'm Asexual? it just always feels weird even after I've read smut as, like, revision. I feel like a lot of the characters are, like, ace by proxy because i don't know how to write characters being motivated by sex.

have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope! Not that I know of anyway

have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

have you ever co-written a fic before?

not that I remember? I vaguely remember being a Beta for someone like 10 years ago though.

what’s your all time favourite ship?

I honestly don't know! I've definately written mostly Klaine, but I'm such a multishipper that I have no clue. I'm really loving writing Hevans rn mostly because we are lacking Hevans content which is criminal. actually, fun fact, my fic Welcome To New York (it's been waiting for you) was originally going to be Klaine, but as i was writing the outline I fell back into the Hevans hole and decided to switch it up. I'm glad i did because it would have gotten nowhere as a Klaine fic!

what’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

If i don't think I'll finish something I don't post it. I have a graveyard of fics half drafted.

what are your writing strengths?

I honestly don't know. I like writing dialogue and I know I'm good at portraying something with a small amount of words but you'll have to ask my readers 😊 (in fact, if you've read my stuff please let me know what you think my strengths are! I'm honestly curious!)

what are your writing weaknesses?

I'm terrible at stretching a scene into something bigger if it warrents it. Like i said I'm good at portraying something with few words but sometimes I feel like that throws the pacing off. I use a lot of paragraphs because of that, to make the reader pause and reflect until the next line or to show that the character is pausing and reflecting. idk man. I also hate writing dates, which is annoying because WYNY(ibwfy) is mostly dates. I've been on one in my life and it was shit so i have no idea how to write one lol.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think that, unless you don't want the reader to know what is being said or the words used are obvious in context, that you should write it in english EG: --"Merci!" Kurt said.-- is fine but if you want to write something longer I would do something like --"hello my name is Kurt Hummel and I love scarfs" Kurt said in french-- or something, it depends on the context.

Actually, going back to In Paris With You. Kurt is french in that, and it's from Blaine's POV so when Kurt speaks french it's in french with Blaine translating what he can in the narration. He's not meant to be able to understand Kurt perfectly, so the audience doesn't either. But if I was writing, say, Kurt and Sebastian talking to each other in French from Kurt's POV I'd write it in english so that audience can also understand that Kurt understands.

(does that make sense?)

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter. definately Harry Potter! It was how i got into fanfiction, and how i got into glee <3 JKR is a horrible person, but her books - and especially the fandom surrounding them - mean a lot to me.

what’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

I have no idea. I'm really liking my Love and Friendship series right now, and I love One More New Direction because it got me through - is getting me through - this crazy couple of years. so probably them? I also really love (that makes you) The Scarlet Witch which is kind of like a character analysis of Wanda that I wrote after watching WandaVision.

#long post #katy writes #katywrites #fanfiction #glee #mcu #marvel #harry potter #ao3 #me

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dontmindthefangirling · 4 years

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The Heartbreak Prince {p.p.}

chapter 8

Peter Parker x Female!Reader / Enemies to Lovers

Summary: Peter Parker is Midtown’s bad boy. You’re Midtown’s new girl. What happens when you break down his walls?

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of underage drinking, violence; Peter and reader are both 18+ (seniors in high school)

chapter 7 | series masterlist

A week had passed since Flash’s party and Peter knew he was in trouble.

As if you didn’t occupy enough of his thoughts before the party, now you were on his mind constantly. He couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t eat, and couldn’t even walk down the hallways of Midtown High without catching the sound of your laughter with his heightened senses.

He knew he had been pretty drunk at Flash’s party, but that didn’t change the way he felt about you. It was driving him crazy, but you made it pretty clear you wanted nothing to do with him.

He hadn’t felt this way for someone since MJ and it scared the living shit out of him. He didn’t know how you had managed to worm your way into his heart, but you did and he couldn’t get you out.

The school day was coming to a close when Peter was walking down the hallway, shooting daggers at anyone who dared to look at him the wrong way, when his ears perked up at the sound of your giggles. He wouldn’t have been able to hear it without his spider senses.

He spotted you at the end of the hallway near the doors leaning against a set of lockers while talking to Brad Davis. Peter had to fight every urge in his body to go right up to him and punch him in the nose. He knew he shouldn’t eavesdrop on you conversation, but he could hear every word and his blood was boiling the way you smiled at Brad.

“So uh, do you want to grab a coffee or something?” Brad asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Peter almost laughed. What a douche.

“I’d love to,” you responded, making Peter’s heartbeat loud in his ears as he watched the interaction. You looped your arm in Brad’s as you walked with him out of the school. Peter could feel his body shaking in anger as he stormed in the opposite direction, opting to take the long way home.

Ever since Flash’s party, you and Brad started talking more, starting with a few texts here and there that weren’t only about your chemistry homework, and somehow ended up with you getting coffee with him after school.

You liked Brad. He was kind, and his smile warmed your heart. He was a good guy, and the complete opposite of Peter Parker.

You told yourself to forget about Peter, and focus on your new friends who you loved, and now Brad who was funny and charming and everything you’d think a girl would want in a guy.

So why did you still look for Peter in school? Why did you still look for him in your apartment building? Why did your heart quicken in your chest when you’d see him?

He wasn’t good for you. You knew that and he continued to prove it, again and again. Especially in the most recent days. He had been getting into more fights at school, practically every day, and refused to talk to anyone. You had seen him in the principal’s office more than you saw him in class.

There was a rumor going around school that he was doing drugs, but you knew that wasn’t true. Even if you weren’t speaking to Peter, you knew he wouldn’t. But something was definitely going on, and you didn’t particularly enjoy that tugging feeling in your chest that told you to help him. He was spiraling and everyone around you either turned a blind eye to it, or gossiped about it.

You were on your way back to class from the bathroom when you passed the principal’s office, jumping slightly when Peter came storming out of the room. He froze when he saw you, your eyes locking in the empty hallway.

You cleared your throat. “You okay?”

Peter stared at you incredulously, like he couldn’t believe you were talking to him. He shifted, running a hand through his curly hair that was getting a little long.

“Suspended,” he muttered, holding up the slip with the principal’s signature on it.

You inhaled sharply. “What did you do?”

“Too many fights and skipping class and stuff.”

You took in Peter’s appearance. He had dark circles lining the underside of his eyes, his hair was getting longer, and he looked tired. You knew Peter wasn’t stupid, he got into Midtown for crying out loud, and he was Spider-Man, although he didn’t know you knew that.

“You wanna talk about it?” you offered, somewhat hesitantly, twirling the hall pass in your hands.

Peter offered you a small, closed-lipped smile, which took you by surprise.

“No, uh, thanks though. Don’t worry about it,” he said softly as he started to turn to walk towards the doors. You quickly stepped forward, grabbing his arm gently so he would turn to look at you. His eyes were wide in surprise as he turned back towards you.

“This isn’t healthy, Peter,” you mumbled. “You can’t keep acting like this.”

Peter glanced down at the floor before shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I know,” he said. “Have fun on your date with Brad.”

Your mouth dropped slightly at his words, watching his back as he walked further and further away from you towards the doors to leave school. You did have an official date with Brad tonight, more than just coffee like you’ve usually been doing, but you had no idea how he knew that.

You wanted to follow him, but the hall pass was heavy in your hands and you knew you’d be in trouble if you spent any more time away from class, so you halfheartedly made your way back.

“Suspended?!” May yelled, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared at her nephew that had just walked into the apartment in the middle of a school day.

“I’m sorry-”

“Peter, what the hell is going on with you?!” May cried, snatching the piece of paper from the principal out of Peter’s hands.

“I mean, you were top of your class a year ago! Now you’re failing two classes and are suspended for three days!”

Peter was silent as May continued to yell at him. He felt guilty for getting suspended, his emotions were just too much to handle and it was like those football jocks were trying to get under his skin. He didn’t care if the popular jocks of the school hated him for fighting them, he was never really friends with them anyways. Just another distraction.

“Is this about MJ?” May asked, lowering her voice. “Because we can find you that therapist again-”

“It’s not,” Peter muttered. “At least...not completely.”

“Peter, you have to talk to me,” May cried exasperated.

Peter looked up at his aunt, and his lip trembled. He missed MJ. He missed Tony. He missed Ned. He wanted you.

“Oh honey,” May sighed, quickly wrapping her nephew in a hug. “What’s going on?”

Peter broke down and told May everything about you and how he was terrified of losing you, just like he lost MJ. He told her how you made him feel happy again and he told her how he felt guilty for treating Ned so terribly the last few months.

May listened the whole time, nodding to encourage him to keep talking. She knew he was struggling, he was just also very good at shutting everyone around him out. She wasn’t going to let him do that again.

“It sounds like (Y/N) is a very kind girl,” May said, offering Peter a small smile. Peter nodded, staring down at his lap.

“Honey, you can’t shut everyone out because you’re afraid of losing them,” May said. “MJ’s death was not your fault.”

“But if I wasn’t Spider-Man, then-”

“Dr. Ock is responsible for her death,” May said sternly. “Not you.”

“I just don’t want anyone getting hurt because of me,” Peter said, his voice cracking.

May sighed and pressed a kiss to her nephew’s head. “They won’t because you protect those you care about.”

Peter’s heart felt heavy, and he knew Tony would be so pissed at him for failing two of his classes and getting suspended. He hadn’t visited Tony’s grave in a while, and he would’ve loved some of his sarcastic advice right about now.

“Do you think I could patrol the city for a little while?” Peter asked.

May wanted to be mad at him and tell him that he was grounded for getting suspended, but he hadn’t used the Spider-Man suit willingly since MJ’s death and if this was any way of getting him back to his old self, she was going to support it.

“Of course, sweetie.”

Peter smiled at her before standing up to give her a tight hug.

“Love you, May.”

“Love you too, Peter.”

Peter quickly scrambled towards his bedroom, finding the Spider-Man suit crumbled up in a ball in the corner of his closet. He stared at it for a moment before putting it on and slipping out his window into the city.

You felt bad canceling on Brad, but you knew it wouldn’t be fair to him if you went to dinner and your only thoughts were about Peter. However, you didn’t know how that ended up with you standing outside of Peter’s apartment door, staring at it, trying to bring yourself to knock.

When you finally mustered enough courage to knock, you wanted to quickly turn around and run. You were too late when you heard the clicks of the locks.

The door swung open, revealing a beautiful woman in her mid-forties. She smiled at you, adjusting the glasses on her nose.

“Hi honey, can I help you?” she asked. Her smile was warm and the apartment smelled like cookies. This was Peter’s apartment, right?

“Hi, I’m uh, looking for Peter?” you said. You had no idea what you were going to say to him, but you knew you needed to talk to him.

The woman smiled widely. “You must be (Y/N). Please come in.”

You were a little shocked she knew your name as you stepped inside the apartment that was almost identical to yours. This one seemed homier, with family pictures almost everywhere. You spotted one of Peter, the woman, and a man smiling all at the picture. You almost didn’t recognize Peter. He was wearing a blue Midtown sweatshirt, and he wasn’t as nearly as bulky as he was now. The most striking difference was how happy he looked.

“I’m May,” the woman said. “Peter’s aunt.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you smiled.

“Can I get you something to drink? Coffee? Tea?” May asked. “Peter’s out right now, but he should be home soon.”

“Tea sounds great, actually,” you said as you sat down at the kitchen table. May quickly joined you, along with two cups of tea.

You couldn’t help but wonder where Peter was. Was he out as Spider-Man? Was he getting into more fights? You didn’t know.

“Peter’s told me a lot about you,” May said with smile as she took a sip of her tea. You blushed as you looked down at your drink.

“Good things, I hope,” you chuckled.

“Only good things, honey,” May smiled. “He’s very fond of you.”

You wanted to laugh at that but you refrained yourself from doing so. He had an odd way of showing it. You shifted uncomfortably, and set your gaze on the picture of Peter smiling happily.

“How old was he in this picture?” you asked curiously.

May smiled sadly. “Fourteen. That was taken a few months before his Uncle Ben passed away.”

“Is he the man in this picture?”

May nodded. You felt your heart get heavy. How many people did Peter lose in his life?

“He looks so happy,” you whispered, more to yourself than to May, but she heard regardless.

“He was,” May sighed. You both sat in silence for a few moments, your mind racing until May spoke up.

“So tell me about yourself, sweetheart,” she said cheerfully. There was just a positive aura about her that made you feel almost immediately at home. Her smile was warm and inviting and you found yourself chatting up a storm in only a few minutes of arriving there.

You told May about where you grew up and what your parents did for work. You told her about your childhood pets and what you wanted to do after high school. She listened to every word, offering insight here and there, but you enjoyed talking to her.

You had gone through three cups of tea by the time you heard shuffling in Peter’s room.

“Is that Peter?” you asked May.

“Oh, uh, yes, sometimes he likes to come in through the fire escape,” she said. You wondered if she knew her nephew was Spider-Man. Probably, right? That would be a hard secret to keep with the person you live with.

“May! I’m home!” Peter called from his room. Hearing his voice made your heart skip a few beats.

“Okay honey! Come out when you’re ready! We have company!” May called back.

You bit your lip and held your breath without realizing it when Peter emerged from his room in a pair of sweatpants and a white T-shirt. His hair was messy and he was breathing heavily like he had just come back from a jog. He froze when he spotted you sitting at the table with his aunt.

“(Y/N),” he breathed.

You get him a tight-lipped smile, not trusting your words.

“(Y/N) and I have been chatting,” May said as she took your empty cups of tea to the sink. As she passed Peter she whispered, “She’s lovely.”

“Uh, what...what are you doing here?” Peter asked, raising an eyebrow. You stood from your chair at the kitchen table and took a few steps towards him, but stopped when you were still a few feet away.

“I wanted to talk to you,” you said softly, glancing over at May who was washing the dishes in the sink. Peter nodded silently before gesturing for you to follow him to his room.

“Sorry for the mess,” he sputtered, quickly tossing any loose articles of clothing into a laundry room in the corner of the room. You chuckled.

“You should see my room.”

Peter laughed lightly, as he took a ball of red and black clothing and shoved it in his closet. You wondered if that was his Spider-Man suit. You still pondered around in your head if you should tell him that you know he’s Spider-Man.

“So uh, what did you want to talk about?” Peter asked, gently shutting the door behind you.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” you admitted, taking his room in. It was typical for a high school student, just not what you were expecting of Peter. Star Wars posters hung above a small desk with pieces of technological scraps sitting on top of the desk. He had awards from being on the decathlon team hanging above his bed.

“How long were you on the decathlon team?” you asked.

“I uh...quit last year. Afte MJ.”

You looked at him, nodding in understanding.

“And robotics?” you questioned, glancing at the gadgets he must have tinkered with on his desk.

Peter scratched the back of his neck. “Same time.”

You were both silent for a while as Peter watched you walk around his room, taking everything in. He found himself fascinated with how you carried yourself, so confident, yet not overbearing. He found himself staring at your lips, noticing how plump and soft they looked. He shook himself out of his thoughts.

“I thought you had a date with Brad tonight,” he said, confused.

“I cancelled.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to talk to you.”

Peter felt guilty for feeling giddy that you cancelled on Brad to talk to him instead, because he wasn’t good for you. Brad was. Why would you do that?

“I know that this whole...bad boy persona or whatever it is, isn’t you, Peter,” you said softly as you sat down on the edge of his bed. Peter leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What are you talking about?” he muttered.

“You act this way to shut people out because you’re scared of losing them,” you continued, looking up at him.

Peter found himself getting irritated. “Did you come over here to psychoanalyze me, (Y/N) or is there something you actually wanted to talk about?”

You huffed, rolling your eyes. “See, this is what I mean.”

Peter tightened his jaw as he looked towards the window, keeping his eyes off of you. He had to admit, this facade was getting a bit tiring. And after a successful night of patrolling, he missed being one of the good guys. He saved a kitten from a tree for a little girl, helped an old man get directions, and even stopped an attempted robbery from a little shop at the corner of his street. All in all, he had a pretty good day of fighting crime, despite getting suspended.

But it was like second nature to him now to push people away. That is until you came along.

You stood from your spot on the bed and took a few steps towards him. Peter could hear your heartbeat quicken, and he felt his own mimic that as you got closer. You stopped when you were only a few inches away, which forced Peter to turn his gaze from the window back to you.

“Brad is a good guy. He’s nice, and caring, and I should be out to dinner with him right now,” you said.

Peter rolled his eyes. “So why don’t you go have dinner with him then.”

“Don’t you see what I’m saying?” you cried, pulling at your hair. “I cancelled on him for you.”

Peter chewed on his bottom lip. He couldn’t bring himself to meet your gaze.

“And I don’t get it either because all you do is push me away and say these mean things to me and my friends, but for fucks sake Peter, you’re the only thing on my mind,” you cried, throwing your hands up in exasperation. Peter couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Did you feel the same way?

“And for the life of me, I can’t figure out why,” you sighed. “Even though you’ve pushed me away, I can’t help but want to keep trying to help because you shouldn’t be alone, Peter. I know you’re a good guy, so please just help me out.”

Peter stared at you in silence. His heart was thundering against his ribs.

“From that time when we were actually friends, I felt like I knew the real Peter Parker,” you admitted. “And...I-I...I really liked that Peter Parker.”

Tears swelled in the corners of your eyes as you looked away from him. You told yourself you wouldn’t get emotional in front of him because it gave him all of the power. But suddenly, Peter’s arms were wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. It took your a moment before your hands flew around his neck.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into your skin. “I’m so sorry.”

You closed your eyes, inhaling his scent and taking in the fact that he initiated this hug, not you.

You both stood in that hug for what felt like hours, but was really only minutes. Eventually, Peter pulled away, clearing his throat as he adjusted his shirt, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“I care about you a lot (Y/N),” he muttered. “I’ve just been scared because I haven’t felt this way since...uh...since MJ.”

“You won’t lose me like MJ,” you whispered. The atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted and you felt yourself being pulled towards him, like there was a gravitational force between the two of you.

Peter chewed on his bottom lip as he stared down at you.

“I want to be that Peter again,” he whispered, his breath fanning your face. “Please let me be that Peter for you.”

Your heart swelled in your chest as you looked up at him. You could finally see through all that fake male bravado and saw the boy who had his heart broken time and time again.

Your nod was all Peter needed before his lips came crashing down onto yours. Your hands instantly flew around his neck as his planted themselves on your hips. His lips molded against yours perfectly, kissing you fervently like your lives depended on it. It was needy and perfect as you pulled him closer to you. He held you close to him, gingerly, like he was scared that you were just a dream. But it wasn’t a dream, it was very real as your hearts beat together.

But oxygen was a necessity, and you both had to pull away, just enough to breathe. Peter rested his forehead on yours, breathing heavily. You met his gaze, and broke out into a grin. Peter mirrored your smile with one of his own, one that almost resembled the one in the picture in the living room.

Before you knew it, Peter’s lips captured yours in another kiss, sending your hearts into a synchronized beating frenzy.

Was it crazy? Maybe. Did you want him to stop? Never.

chapter 9 coming soon :) xx

sorry for the wait! I’ve been studying for the MCAT (medical college admission test) and it’s taking up literally all my time during the week. I’ll try to get chapter 9 up as soon as I can!

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pietromaxi · 5 years

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you’re a bad guy

request: @fashionlive15 Hi Sahar!! How are you? I saw that you were taking much request, solo can I please have o me with the reader being Tony's daughter and dating cap during civil war and she is on caps side until she learns that Bucky killed her grandparents and then Steve almost kills Tony and she is so sad and feels betrayed (it could be more that one part if want) Hope you have a great day!

hi angel! i really really love this concept, i highkey went overkill with this one but i like the way it turned out. hope you like it!

warnings: violence, ANGST!, like one (1) kiss?, blood?? cursing

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for the first time in your life, you and your dad seriously butted heads. you would argue over small things, like: tony putting empty orange juice containers back in the fridge, or tony putting a red sock in with your crisp white clothes, or tony- okay so it was usually always tony’s fault.

but this time, who’s fault was it? neither of you could help that you believed in something so strongly you sided against eachother.

“i’m not signing that shit!” your chest heaved up and down as you and your father had an intense stare down.

“Y/N Y/M/N stark, sign the goddamn papers or so help me you will be grounded until you’re in an old lady home!” tony was basically foaming at the mouth. it was a serious hit to his ego knowing his baby wasn’t with him. his baby was with cap.

but here you are now, leaning on the side wall of the quinjet, listening to your beloved boyfriend and best friend talk about their past.

“you remember that time we had to ride back from rockaway beach in the back of that freezer truck?” bucky snorted and looked over at his best friend.

“was that the time we used our train money to buy hotdogs?” now it was your turn to laugh, both boys looked at you and smiled, steve pressing a kiss to your head.

“you blew three bucks trying to win that stuffed bear for a redhead.”

“oh god, bucky. three bucks? wasn’t that like three-hundred-dollars back then?” bucky looked over at you with a dopey smile, “something like that. what was her name again?”

“dolores. you called her dot.”

“she’s gotta be a hundred years old right now.”

“so are you boys.” you clapped a hand on each of their shoulders, moving to stand in between them. “real funny, y/n. real funny.”

the doors on the quinjet opened and you walked with bucky and steve up to a door, slightly ajar, hidden in some rock.

“he can’t have been here more than a few hours.” steve turned around to look at the two of you.

“long enough to wake them up.” you and bucky uttered the words at the same time. the three of you lauging lightly at the realization.

steve led the three of you into the cast bunker. you traveled down into the depths inside a caged elevator. you’ve always hated elevators, sighing, you moved closer to steve. he welcomed you with open arms and leander down to press a firm, but soft, kiss on your lips. “i love you.” he whisphered. steve had a bad feeling about this.

the elevator stops in the bowls of the bunker, the doors slide open with a high-pitched screech. steve reluctantly lets go of you, then nods to both you and bucky and heaves the cage door open. bucky readys his machine gun while you focus on the fire beginning to seep from your fingertips. the three of you walk down into the depths of a corridor, alongside a wall. bucky turns his head to look into an alcove along the corridor wall, it appears to be nothing but old technology so the three of you keep moving.

going up a small flight of metal stairs, steve shoves his way in front of you, earning a grunt in protest. “what? i don’t like you leading the way, you could get seriously hurt, doll.” sighing, steve clutches your hand just a little bit tighter. bucky stays behind you with his gun drawn.

at the sound of a large groan behind you, the three of you spun around, “you ready?”

“yeah.” immediately after bucky mumbled the one-word reply, iron doors were forced apart by none other than your imbecile of a father, his mask was currently off, he was holding it inbetween his hands. both you and steve lowered your weapons and stared in shock. bucky stayed stiff.

“you seem a little defensive.” of course your father would say that. you cautiously approached your father, steve followed closely behind, shield now being held up in front of his chest. “it’s been a long day.” you embraced your father tightly, smiling when he hugged back.

“at ease solider. i’m not currently after you.” tony held his hands up in defense as you went to stand beside steve, his pinky immediatley wrapped around your much smaller one, a simple gesture, but you two seemed to do it on every mission when holding hands seemed like a bit too much.

“then why are you here, daddy?” steve gripped your hand tighter, as you stared forward at your father.

“could be your story’s not so crazy. maybe. ross has no idea i’m here. i’d like to keep it that way. otherwise, i gotta arrest myself.” tony raised his eyebrows and shrugged, looking down at you, “i’m sorry this split us up, kiddo. you know i loved you through all of this.”

your dad’s words brought a wide smile to your blood and dirt caked face, “i love you too dad.”

steve glanced at you, and then to your dad, “well that sounds like a lot of paperwork. it’s good to see you tony.” steve lowered his shield, bucky flinched in reaction, but refused to lower his gun, eyes watching your fathers every move.

“you too, cap. hey, manchurian candidate, you’re killing me. there’s a truce here. you can drop the huge thing you’ve got pointed in my face.” tony stared straight at bucky as steve signaled you can lower it.

cautiosuly, the four of you stalked down the corrdior, your pinky still held tightly in steve’s. very quickly, you approached a vast chamber, filled with standing capsules. tony stopped abruptly, “i got heat signatures.”

steve’s eyes shot up immediatley, “how many?”

“uh, one.” your father’s confused eyes trailed over the three people standing before him, before looking back in front of him.

as the four of you enter the chamber, dust bunnies dropped from the ceiling when the dim, yellowish lights flickered to life. a hazy, yellow mist begining to fill the capsules on the far wall. the four of you looked around, bewildered.

“if it’s any comfort, they died in their sleep. did you really think i wanted more of you?” a squeaky, russian voice filled the vast room, “what the hell?” bucky lowered his weapon when you lightly placed your hand on his forearm.

“i’m grateful to them, though. they brought you here...” suddenly a rat-like man wearing glasses appeared in the control room window. without thinking, steve hurled his sheild straight at the man, it hit the wall with a loud sound and flew straight back into steves hand. “...please, captian. the soviets built this chamber to withstand the launch blast of UR-100 rockets.”

your dad scoffed, stepping up infront of the three of you. cracking his kneck, he spoke, “i’m betting i can beat that.”

the small man spoke again, “oh, i’m sure you could, mr. stark. given time. but then you’d never know why you came.” tony scoffed again, even though you couldn’t see, you just knew your dad was rolling his eyes. classic move, dad.

“you killed innocent people in vienna just to bring us here?” steves grip on his shield and your, now bruised, pinky finger.

and again, the little man spoke, “i thought about nothing else for over a year. i studied you. i followed you. even your silly little girlfriend, there. but now that you’re standing here, i just realized... there’s a bit of green in the blue of your eyes. how nice to find a flaw.”

“there’s actually some amber surrounding his pupil if you look close enough, guess you didn’t study well enough.” the first time you spoke, of course it would be sarcastic. after all, you are tony stark’s daughter. your dad held his suit-covered hand behind his back, silently saying ‘oh i know you didn’t just say that, give me a high-five, that was a good one.’

everyone else in the room seemed to ignore your little comment, steve continued his arguement, “you’re sokovian. is that what this is about?”

you turned to face bucky, “i thought he was russian?” bucky cracked a tiny smile and turned back to the newly-named sokovian man.

“sokovia was a failed state long before you blew it to hell. no. i’m here because i made a promise.”

steve’s lips tightened into a straight line, studying the man in front of him, “you lost someone?”

little sokovian man looked grave. after a few silent moments he clicked his tongue, “i lost everyone. and so will you.” after he began speaking an ancient tv roared to life, static, then nothing, then a date. december 16th 1991. you all stepped towards it. “an empire toppled by its enemies can rise again. but one which crumbles from within? that’s dead... forever.” the small sokovian disappeared right as the video began.

the video plays, a car is forced off the road by the winter solider. bucky gulped loudly behind you, you could feel his heartrate jump. the winter solider rises and gets off his motorcycle. a man lies on the ground beside the car. a soft gasp leaves your lips. its grandpa howard.

he whimpered, blood seeping from a cut on his head, “help my wife. please. help.” you closed your eyes tightly, you could hear the grandfather you’d never met crying out for help, anything.

“sergeant barnes?”

“howard!”

you heard grunting, the crunching of bones, squelching blood, crying out. tony slumped to the ground, head in his hands. your eyes slowly opened, “did you know?”

steve looked deep into your eyes, “i didn’t know it was him.”

“don’t bullshit me, rogers. did you know?” steve swallowed harshly, he was in deep shit.

he looked up to meet your eyes, a fire blazed, brightly. your powers trying to come to the surface, he come see you fighting it, “yes.”

a hard punch went straight to steve’s nose, a shove to his chest, a kick to his shin. and he took it all, he knew he deserved it. bucky watched in horror, this was his fault. you turned straight to him, ignoring your boyfriend apologizing profusly, “you! you- you killed them! my family, bucky! how could you?” bucky looked at you pleadingly, his eyes said it all. “you. bucky barnes. you disgust me.”

you lunged at him only to be grabbed by the waist, metal fingers doug into your waist, “dad! put me down now! stop! let go!” shouting everything you could, you tried your absolute hardest to get him to drop you. all to no avail. he opened a door and threw you inside, slamming it behind him. quickly, he held out the palm of his hand and welded the door frame to the door. you’re not getting out anytime soon. “this is my fight, y/n. don’t you dare try to get out.”

your fists pounded on the door as you screamed, pleading your father to please just let you out. let you fight, let you avenge.

you heard slight sentences through the door, after your screaming subsided. it was clear he wasn’t going to let you out, ever. “move!”

“it wasn’t him!”

it had been fifteen minutes. fifteen minutes of listening to the people who were once closet to your heart fight to the death. you’d been trying to burn a hole through the door, but like little sokovian man said, it was strong.

the door started thinning, little by little. but this wasn’t going fast enough. you’d have to take another approach, would it be safe? you’d only tried this a few time during training and every time it almost knocked you out. serious naps always followed suit.

taking a deep breath, you circled your hands much like when trying to make a fireball, but the motion was a bit different. it became slightly windy in the room, a light breeze blowing through your hair, not enough. thirty more seconds and you’d be busting this door down, concentrate. you could hear your dad and cap shouting, but bucky was silent. could he be... dead?

after thirty seconds the small storage closet was becoming so windy all kinds of things were blowing off shelves. with one final breath and an outwards push of your arms, a tunnel of wind blew straight at the wall. blowing the door clean off.

a cracked doorknob rolled past your feet, picking it up, you threw it straight at the back of cap’s head, hard. he let go of your dad, stepping back and cradling his neck, “baby?” he looked in your directon, wind whipped your hair around, fire spirting up from your fingertips, irisis bright red and glowing. steve had never seen you so angry, not at him at least.”dont. you. dare!” a ball, spitting fire was thrown straight at him. he held his sheild up and the ball exploded, much like a firework.

you stared at him. red flashed inside your head, he had hurt your dad. he had lied to you. you screamed out and threw fireball after fireball at him. eyes burning bright red, tears of black pouring down your face. you looked like something straight out of a movie, and for the first time, steve felt scared.

he dodged or blocked every fireball that fell from your fingertips, “y/n, please. don’t make me.” his eyes pleaded with you, as he looked from you to bucky’s gun, disgarded on the floor.

tony knew what he meant. oh no, he is not touching his iron baby. he lunged for steve, the two rolled on the floor throwing punches and kicks. blood spewing from their noses and mouths. bloody fists and crackes knucles coming in contact time and time again.

you fell to the floor, would steve really shoot you? would he really kill you? would he really-

“he’s my friend”

“so was i.”

final punches and throws were thrown. steve had the upperhand, his shield was directly above your dad’s arc reactor. “no!”

with that, steve plunged his sheild into tony’s arc reactor. crushing it. blue light flickered and dwindled down until there was a dull glow. he left it there, standing tall and proud. straight out of your father’s chest.

“you’re a monster!” you sobbed vicisouly and crawled over to your father.

“y/n, dont.” steve whimpered as he helped bucky up.

“you-you could’ve killed him.” you grasped your fathers metal hand, holding it close to your chest.

steve shuddered. you sounded so broken. worse than the time he watched you cry as your father fell straight out of the wormhole in new york. that was the first time he met you. he wanted wanted nothing more than to hug you and apologize, but he couldn’t. much like now.

“you, steve rogers, are a bad guy. you’re just as bad as any other villian we’ve ever fought, you broke me. you broke us.”

he dipped his head low and wrapped his arm tighter around bucky, stablizing him. he grasped his shield and turned away. you scowled, after kissing your father on the head.

“that shield doesn’t belong to you. you don’t deserve it. my grandfather made that sheild.”

and with that, he dropped his shield and limped away from you, and all your history together.

steve rogers was dead to you.

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a/n hi!! i hope u guys like this. it’s my first fic so be nice please! xx

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Spider-Man: Far from Home--A Spoilertastic Review

Oh, my baby boy is back and it feels good.

Like many of you, I was looking forward to FFH due to the trauma left behind by our final film with all the Avengers present, and I needed to see my sweet Spider Son to try to dry my tears. I'm happy to say Far from Home is just the popcorn flick we need this summer: light, enjoyable, fun. I do admit to a bias right off the bat, before I begin the review: I am one of the hugest fans of the Iron Dad and Spider Son dynamic, and so I knew by default that I wasn't going to like this movie as much as the first one. Sorry. I am a skank for adopted family tropes, and I think Iron Dad and Spider Son was one of the strongest relationships developed in the MCU period. Losing Tony is just...agonizing. I've sectioned it off in my brain as Did Not Happen just to get by, honestly, and so keep that in mind as we proceed.

Spoilers ahead.

Overall Grade: B

Pros:

-Lemme get this out of the way: MY SONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN MY SPIDER SON OH MY GOSH PETER PARKER IS SUCH A GOOD BOI AND A SWEET SMOL BEAN AND I HAVE NO MATERNAL INSTINCTS EXCEPT WHEN IT COMES TO MCU PETER PARKER AND I LOVE THIS CHILD MORE THAN ANYTHING AND I JUST WANT TO PROTECT HIM AND HUG HIM AND BRUSH HIS HAIR AND COOK HIM DINNER I LOVE MY LITTLE BOY Y'ALL.

-Ahem. Tom Holland still shines in this role. I really, solidly care about Peter Parker. He's a great kid and he's very realistic in the way that he's written and acted. He's just a shy, awkward little nerd with a heart of gold who unfortunately has been forced into the worst situations that he's not ready for. I wanted to punch "Nick" in the face for how much goddamn pressure he put on a kid who is literally still in the goddamn mourning process just like everyone else. Peter has so much to deal with and he's only had these powers for a short amount of time, so it's natural that he's so frustrated and anxious and he wants time to go after things that are important to him. I found that very understandable and sympathetic, even if the "I just want to be normal" trope has been done to death in superhero media. MCU Peter has so much heart and I'm proud of this baby for what he's able to accomplish.

-The allusions to Tony and the void left behind hit home quite hard. Especially that fucking gravestone part of the Mysterio sequence. That was just...cruel. Tony taught Peter so much, and he genuinely loved that kid. He grew to love him and trust him and worry about him, and it's so awful that Tony won't get to see him grow up to be his own man. I'm grateful for the time they had together, and I really love Tony leaving Peter the glasses and the A.I., knowing that while he might still make a mistake, he would do the right thing in the end. (Side note: EDITH is as funny as it is fucked up, "Even Dead, I'm the Hero." God fucking damn you, Tony, that is so in-character and it hurts my soul.) "Nick" shoving all that pressure onto Peter made me want to kick his ass, especially since he talks down to him and tries to blame him for not being ready when he only just got into the game relatively speaking. But I also loved the sequence of him in the plane doing exactly what Tony used to do in his lab. It's such a great parallel, showing that Peter is his own person but he's also a chip off the old block, and that is very sweet to see. (I also squealed at the Led Zeppelin comment, oh my son, such a cutie.)

-I was extremely hesitant about them choosing Gyllenhaal for the role of Mysterio (not because of his skill as an actor, just because he looks like a giant puppy, sorry) but now I see why. He's an unstable narcissist and it fits him. What a jerkoff. I was furious with how callous he was and how he shifted blame everywhere like it's just SO necessary to kill all these people for fame, fortune, and money. Ugh, what a shitbird. So kudos to him. I didn't think he could pull it off, but he sure as hell did.

-The effects were fantastic. I really do think the illusion sequence will go down in MCU history as one of the most visually creative, disorienting, heartbreaking things we've seen so far in the saga. It was harrowing, especially the Iron Man suit crawling out of the grave. What a kick in the fucking nuts for Peter, and for us.

-Peter and MJ, while it did get a little overwhelming, were cute as shit. And I'm glad that the modern films are removing the stigma of the "I can't let my family and friends know I'm the hero" thing. It was definitely heavily done in the 80's, 90's, and early to mid 2000's and I'm fine to see it being phased out at least in terms of the MCU. It's a little more realistic that most of your family or friends would be able to handle your secret, and not only that, help you out on occasion. I'm glad she knows and their kisses were freaking adorable. Sweet babies.

-That. First. End. Credits. Scene. What a fucking killer. First off, God bless whoever at Marvel Studios listened to the thousands of fans begging them to cast J. K. Simmons as J. Jonah Jameson again, continuity be damned. The man IS the embodiment of the character, and I absolutely fucking ADORE that they gave us the nod and the wink we all wanted even back when Spidey was Andrew Garfield. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Next, oh my God, my sweet baby boy, my smol bean, got called out and branded as a murderer. Fuck, this is gonna be a serious problem, and considering the fact that we don't have the next MCU film lined up yet (at the time this was posted, and mind you, San Diego Comic Con is in two weeks, so maybe they'll clarify) the consequences could definitely be crazy. Poor Peter. He's gonna have a lot of work to do in order to undo this mess and prove that he's not Spidey, but this could also mean they're adapting some part of the Civil War story, maybe. We'll see, but that was a big ass bomb to drop.

-The Skrulls second credit scene was a genuine surprise, and it made sense. I thought Nick felt a little off the whole movie, and that really does explain why--it's someone else doing an impression of him and trying their best. Nick would've been smart enough to know probably right off the bat that Beck wasn't who he said he was. His story was way too noble and convenient. Nick would've probably have run facial recognition and then it would ping for a former Stark Industries employee, and that would've been a wrap. I like that it being a Skrull justifies what would be a plothole. Neat idea.

-I appreciated the Spidey's eye view of the action. Those were some cool shots and they were centered well, so you didn't feel nauseous or anything. It kept you in the action and was very engrossing and cool.

Cons:

-The bystander syndrome that everyone got this time around is a little irksome. It's the same reason that while I really, really love Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2, I default don't like it as much as the first one since everyone got put into the bystander spot except for basically Peter in the very end. While it was nice to have them defend themselves, I'd have liked it more of MJ and Ned and the others figured their own way out of escaping the drones. Why? Because it would show Peter that it's not always on just his shoulders. His friends are competent and they can help, and I think that would've been a better way to go rather than him doing it himself.

-Some of the humor was flat. JB Smooth and the other teacher are the worst offenders, I'd say. They were given too much screentime and they're not that funny.

-The May and Happy subplot goes almost nowhere and isn't fully explored, and I kind of would've been fine if it hadn't been in the movie at all. It doesn't add much.

-The ending was kind of unclear? Did Beck actually get shot and die from his wounds? If so, then what was the official story about the drones and his body and whatnot? It's all pretty damn vague. If Beck is dead, that's disappointing. I kinda wish Marvel would stop killing the villains at the end of almost all the films. Longest running recurring villains are Loki and Thanos, I think. Vulture lived, and I'd like him to return in the future if possible. You can use actors more than once, Marvel, they're not tissue paper.

-Nitpick: It did almost feel like we missed a movie where Peter likes MJ. She was more a cameo in the first one than a full lead, so it almost felt like there's a short film somewhere of them getting closer and him getting over Liz and liking MJ instead.

-Nitpick: Same with the whole "other guy also likes MJ" subplot. Eh, I could leave it out and not miss it.

-Nitpick: I still can't with how they expect anyone to buy that Night Monkey story. I mean, it's black suited Spidey no matter which way you look at it. And yes, people should immediately notice he's at the very least one of the students at Peter's high school, and then it can't be too hard after that. I mean, Peter doesn't even change his voice while he's in the suit.

-Nitpick: I was kind of hoping for more clues or reactions to half of everyone, you know, being fucking murdered by Thanos for five years and returning to their lives. But I guess that was just pushed aside because it could become a whole rabbit hole issue. Still, though, I was hoping someone would tell us if the Snapped just don't remember being dead or if there is some kind of afterlife they experienced. (Side note: wow, holy shit, the teacher's mini story about it was dark and awful but I did laugh out of shock. I mean, damn. Low blow, wifey. Low fucking blow.)

-They mention spidey sense but I'd have liked it if they explicitly explain why he has it sometimes but other times he doesn't? It seems to fluctuate, but why and how? Is it more like anxiety or an extra sense? Is it based on his emotional health? I want clarification.

All in all, I had a good time and I'd put this in the middlegrade MCU films. I still really enjoy Holland in the role and I want nothing but good things for him and this franchise.

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my-love-peterp · 5 years

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Mistaken Chapter Four

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Word Count: 1452, SMALL BABY THIS WEEK, SO SORRY

THERE ARE NO ENDGAME SPOILERS, THIS IS A DELAYED UPLOAD FROM AO3

Fic Summary: Peter Parker has been given the responsibility of bringing in a new recruit. Now, as an adult, he realizes that none of the trashy YA novels he read in high school could have prepared him for this. There was a storm on the horizon, and all they could do from the Tower is watch.

Chapter Summary: HOnestly, not my finest work but I’m so tired and I feel so bad about not getting anything out there sooner. I want to change bits and pieces of this story but my goodness, yeah. So if you’d like to Beta read shit for me, y’all would be much appreciated.

Warnings: DEPICTIONS OF PANIC ATTACKS, GUN USAGE, BLOOD AND VIOLENCE, unnamed character death

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

There was a reason I felt as though I was on the verge of alcoholism. Oddly enough, it wasn’t the absurdly large amount of Spandex-clad people in the Tower every day. I sucked in a deep sigh, lips curling over my teeth with my harsh intake of breath. My hand shook so hard, the glass tumbler full of whiskey slipped and shattered all over the floor. I stood and moved to clean it up, but found myself suddenly frozen. My head was throbbing and my heart was racing. Or maybe it was dragging. It was hard to tell at this point.

No, it was that I was actually crumbling from the inside out. As my training progressed, so did my introduction and understanding of the purpose of the Avengers Initiative. All this talk about doing good, making the world a safer place…

Let’s just say it didn’t exactly allow me to ignore my past like existing in the shadows had.

Panic attacks haunted me frequently as more and more memories I had repressed came back to haunt me.

I was six years old and a man was pulling my sister’s hair and punching me in the stomach. I choked back my sobs but Nadia screamed and screamed. The dark dingy walls were solid concrete and several feet thick, and below ground… No one ever heard us.

I choked on the blood welling up in the back of my throat and coughed it out when it became too much. I was forced to breathe out of my nose which resulted in gags as the stench of feces, urine and unwashed body hit the back of my throat.

Hours later, I was being dunked into a tub of freezing water and scrubbed down with the roughest of washing stones I’d ever felt. I knew Nadia was being treated similarly because I could feel her pain as well as my own, as she could mine. It created quite a painful feedback loop.

Finally, after hours of this same cycle, we were plunged into total darkness and swiftly fell asleep, naked, freezing bodies huddled together.

Then there’s what came after. Our parents, executors of our torture, were murdered as our home was invaded. The men wielding the guns said they were part of an organization they said wanted to take us in and bring us home. Become a family and give us purpose. Neither Nadia nor I hesitated. We were just two pre-teens desperate to escape our lives in a dungeon and to take action against people like those that had kept us locked up.

What we didn’t know is that things could, and would get a whole lot worse. Not for us, but for the world we would be unleashed upon.

Thoughts swirling in a panic, I burst out onto the balcony of the communal floor I was on. The wind ripped through my hair, blowing so hard antenna flew off the top of the Tower, causing F.R.I.D.A.Y. to sound the alarm.

Muffled shrieks and yells sounded behind me.

Suddenly, the glass doors behind me flew open and a hand clamped down on my shoulder. Cold, icy fear ran through my veins as I saw the shiny metal hand turning me around to face him. Bucky.

“I’m fine,” I bit out, quickly averting my gaze, “just give me a few minutes. It’s all under control.” I had no sooner gotten the last word out than a solar panel came flying down off the top of the building adjacent to Avengers Tower.

Heat roiled around me, the skies darkening, clouds threatening a massive downpour.

Deep breaths, Kaida, deep breaths.

Unsurprisingly, breathing wasn’t helping this time.

“Hey, kid, listen to me. Tell me five things you can see right now,” Bucky commanded, his tone leaving little room for argument.

“Uh, I c-can see clouds, and uh, you and me, and those pigeons. And that damn spandex clad idiot clinging to the side of the building over there,” I couldn’t keep from maniacally cackling as I looked over and saw Peter clinging to the side of the Tower, looking for the world like he was clutching for dear life.

“Okay, good. Now, what about four things you can feel.”

“The wind, your hand—which is cold, by the way—the railing and my clothes.”

“Okay, good. I don’t think we need to go any further with that, it seems you got that under control pretty quickly. I was taught that by my therapist after coming back from Wakanda. Hydra really did some shit to fuck me up. It’s still a struggle all these years later.”

I just nodded, extremely uncomfortable with the direction the conversation had turned. I didn’t need therapy, I wasn’t the victim here. Not anymore, no, I created them.

I looked up at Bucky finally, eyes flashing and hardening, looking all for the world like ice chips. I would know. I practiced in the mirror. He caught my gaze and flinched back, hand dropping off my shoulder.

“D-do we know each other? I know those eyes…” he shook his head, “never mind, I have to be seeing things. There’s no way. Anyways, uh be safe Kaida,” Bucky blurted as he stumbled away and left me to brood on the patio for just a little while longer.

Later, as I sipped at a bottle of Moscato, having forgone a glass entirely, there was a knock at my door. Tony, of course, let himself right in and collapsed on the couch next to me.

“So,” he said without preamble, “What the fuck was that today? Are you trying to take down my building? And how on God’s green earth did you scare Barnes shitless? Maybe I should take a page out of your book, kid.”

“I’m not in the mood Tony. Could yo-.”

“Yeah, well I wasn’t in the mood to get berated by Cap and his long term booty call today, but that happened. So you’re going to get over it and answer my questions. Now.” His commanding air suited him well. I hadn’t really seen any side of Tony besides the petulant, pseudo-alcoholic brainiac that was as fickle and narcissistic as they come.

As if the day couldn’t get any worse, my body decided that it rather liked this new, more mature Tony. Sometimes I was convinced one of my superhuman features was the ability to be turned on by almost anything at the drop of a hat.

Clearing his throat, Tony stole my bottle away from me and stoppered it before shifting to face me head-on. “So, answer away, Stormy. And try not to mince words.”

“It was nothing Tony, just a panic attack. You’re not unfamiliar with the concept, or so I’m told. I think it’s being in a new place with actual pressure to perform. Now could you get off my back and let me go back to drinking myself to an early grave, please and thank you.”

Tony didn’t move. He opened his mouth to speak again, but as he did, the building rocked with an explosion that was quickly followed by a roar that shook the building just as hard.

Not a moment later, F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice crackled over the intercom, alerting everyone in the tower of a Code Green.

“You stay here,” Tony commanded as his nanotech suit quickly spread over his form.

“Nice try, gramps, where you go I’m following.”

Tony tipped back his head and groaned. “At least suit up first. And then meet us down there. We won’t be waiting on you kid.”

He was no sooner flying away and out of sight than the impenetrable glass leading to your own personal balcony was shattered, two masked figures rappelling inside. Immediately, I assumed my battle stance, but it didn’t matter. Two gunshots sounded over my shoulders and red blossomed from the intruders' foreheads, one after the other.

I risked a glance over my shoulder and saw that it was Bucky, again coming to my rescue. I hated it.

Slowly, we approached the bodies, searching their person for any identifying marks or clues.

Bucky pulled a piece of paper from deep in a tactical pocket on the bigger of the two men. He unfurled it, his eyes going wide and glassy, tremors running down his form. He started panting and then screaming endlessly for Steve.

“Buck, Buck where are you?” Steve was calling as he sprinted down the hall to your location. Steve immediately wrapped the soldier in his arms and guided him out of the room. As if in a trance, Bucky dropped the paper and it floated to the ground, writing side up.

There, in deep, gouging scratches was the message I’d been dreading my entire life.

Hail Hydra.

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Don’t You Love Me? 9- Darling, I Can’t Seem To Quit [Steve Rogers x Reader]

A.N.: Your feedback makes me so happy and helps me write faster, please keep it coming! <3

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff.

Warnings: Drinking, mentions of addiction, self destructive behavior, cussing, explicit language, mentions of sex.

Summary: Past never stays in the past.

Word Count: 3659

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Gif’s not mine!

How was it that after years on the run, his voice still managed to give you goosebumps and made you fill with an urge to run away?

It didn’t matter where you’d run. Anywhere but there. Anywhere that he couldn’t get in contact with you, anywhere-

Wishful fucking thinking. There was no way you’d ever get somewhere he couldn’t get to you.

You could feel the panic roaring through your system and you clenched your fists, trying to pull yourself together. You felt like you would actually pass out from fear because the room was spinning around you in full pace and your legs felt way too weak, but you managed to open your eyes and blink fast in order to get your vision back before digging your fingernails into your palms.

“Don’t call me that, asshole.”

Thank God your voice was stronger than how you felt.

He tsk tsked. “Denial gets you nowhere, Y/N. I thought I taught you that.”

You bit inside your cheek hard enough to make it bleed, then turned around. He looked just like how you remembered him, even his arrogant smirk hadn’t changed. His hair was shorter but the way his eyes shone with that dangerous light was exactly the same.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Tony spoke for the first time as Steve took a step towards you, as if he wanted to come closer to make you feel better, stronger even. You grabbed your phone, typing in the password, then stole a look at the computer beside you.

“I’m Trent,” he smiled, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Stark. I heard so much about you,”

“Well that makes it awkward, because I didn’t hear anything about you,” Tony stated, frowning deeply and Natasha walked towards you to stand by your side, as if trying to console you.

“I see that you’re good friends with my wife-”

“I’m not your wife,” You stated, focused on your phone and Trent chuckled.

“We got married-“

“Did we though?” You looked up from the phone and raised your brows, “Show me documentation. It doesn’t exist.”

Trent’s jaw clenched, “Well, that’s because someone hacked into the state’s system and deleted the electronic copy-“

“Yeah, someone…”

“And because of an unfortunate accident on the same day, the hard copies caught fire.”

“Unfortunate accident, yeah. They never found the person, did they?”

Trent looked as if he had tasted something sour for a second, “Nope. Unfortunately.”

“Okay, full offense, you look like a dickhead-”

“Tony!” Pepper whispered and Tony shrugged,

“He does. He got this whole Bond Villain thing going on, do you have a cat too? A spinning leather chair? Why were you trying to steal my files, Trent?”

“You were getting too close,” Trent smiled, “I thought I could introduce myself. After all, we’re both businessmen, aren’t we? We know how business wor- Y/N, it’s rude to be on your phone while we’re talking.”

You ignored him until you punched in the code, then looked up,

“Look at the computer on your right.”

“I’m sorry-?”

“What, did you think you were the only person who has been keeping tabs, fuckhead? Look at the computer on your right.”

Trent turned his head and frowned, “I’m sorry, are you actually pointing a satellite at me?”

“Your office is still in that skyscraper you own, isn’t it?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Don’t try me, you compensating motherfucker.”

“You can hack a satellite?” Tony mumbled and you shrugged, still holding the phone tight.

“You can’t?”

“Speaking of that,” Trent said, “Keeping tabs. I gotta say, I don’t approve your past time activities.”

“There’s a solution for that, you should go and fuck yours-“

“All those people you’ve been sleeping with…” he tsk tsked “And now I find out that you’ve been seeing Captain America.”

And just like that, the room went silent.

"It's nice to finally meet you Cap."

"Can't say the same, son." Steve spoke for the first time, and unlike how you felt, his voice was under control, as if everything was okay.

As if there was nothing wrong.

His calmness had a hint of authority in it, and that was more than enough to send a shiver down your spine.

Okay, what the fuck?

You really weren't supposed to be turned on right now.

Trent's eyebrows rose, "I see," he said "Let's skip the small talk then."

"Let's."

"Steve, don't-"

"Sunshine, I am talking here." Trent cut you off and your eyes narrowed, the fury spreading through you.

"You piece of-"

"You're looking for trouble, Mr. Rogers." Trent cut you off, "I'd thread carefully."

Steve smiled calmly and crossed his arms "I'm guessing your understanding of threading carefully means hiding behind a screen." He stated “Like a coward.”

Trent's smile faded and Natasha shook her head.

"You need to give me this guy’s address so that I can teach him some manners…" She muttered into your ear and you pursed your lips as Trent gritted his teeth, glaring at Steve before turning to you.

"You wanna know what I think, Y/N?"

You looked up at the screen "Not really Trent, no one fucking cares what you think."

"I think you're doing it on purpose." Trent said "You went and found the one guy whom you knew I wouldn't stand, because you wanted to get my attention."

"Yeah asshole, because my whole life revolves around getting your attention."

"You're trying my patience, sunshine. You know what happens when you do that."

And just like that, all the muscles in your body clenched and the panic started bubbling at the pit of your stomach. The memories flooded your brain so fast that it almost made you wince but you managed to keep your expression as still as you could.

"I'll be in touch with you, Mr. Stark. We're interested in a program your company currently possesses, and I'd like to talk to you about that."

"Sorry, I don't do business with people my friends don't approve, and it’s obvious Y/N doesn’t approve you."

"You haven't heard of our offer yet."

"Not interested."

"You will be." Trent said as you felt something cold touching your shoulder and you flinched before you saw Bucky, squeezing your shoulder as if trying to assure you everything was fine.

"Y/N?"

"Fuck off Trent."

Trent smiled again "I'll see you really soon. We'll catch up, okay sunshine?" He nodded at Steve "It’ll be over his grave, so wear something nice."

With that, the screen went dark and the room around you started spinning faster, panic flooding your system.

“Fuck this shit,” You managed to say, then grabbed your bag and stormed out of the room.

"Y/N, I'm serious, you need to stop." Jake said as he sat down across from you. Unlike before, you weren’t by the bar, but this time you had got yourself a table, figuring that less people would disturb you.

No such luck.

"You need to fuck off." You told Jake as you filled yourself another glass and he eyed you up and down.

"I'm cutting you off."

"Do I need to threaten you again?"

"Threaten me all you want. You downed one full bottle, I'm surprised you can even see straight-"

"Listen, I'm not in the mood," you said, "Go back to work, and leave me alone."

"What happened?"

You slammed the glass down "Leave me the fuck alone!" You snapped and he looked taken aback for a second before he licked his lips.

"Don't leave okay? I'll take you home when I’m done."

"I'm not going home."

"To the Avengers Tower then."

"I'm not going there either. What part of leave me alone don't you get?"

"Y/N, you can't-"

"Thank you Jake," both you and Jake turned your heads when you heard a voice "I'll take it from here."

You had no idea whether it was due to whiskey in your system or Steve was actually there, at the sleazy bar. Unlike how you felt, he looked as if everything was under control as he shed his brown leather jacket and rolled up his sleeves while Jake stood up and Steve sat down next to you.

"And a glass please."

"You don't drink." You mumbled at Steve who shrugged.

"I don't get drunk, there's a difference."

You pursed your lips as Jake brought Steve a glass.

“Here, sir.”

“Thank you,” Steve said as he filled it, and Jake walked away. You raised your brows, watching him.

"You drank all of it by yourself?" He asked as he lifted the almost empty bottle and you nodded silently, looking down at the glass.

"Yeah."

"We gotta introduce you to Thor."

"You should leave." You muttered, turning the glass between your hands. You couldn't take it, him being all perfect, not right now.

"Why's that doll?"

The sweet nickname made you pause at the warmth spreading through you but only for a second.

"You know why,” You answered fractiously and he shrugged again,

"Not how it works."

"I can tell you something that could make you run away."

"Hm, and what is that?"

You gulped and reached into your pocket to pull the very small bag filled with drugs. You held it up, waiting for him to go away but he only clenched his jaw before his intense gaze fell on you.

"I didn't… take any." You muttered "I haven’t, yet- I've just... I've been considering it for the last two hours."

Steve extended his hand silently, motioning for you to give it and you tilted your head.

"I'm not good with authority, Cap."

"You would've taken them already if you really wanted to.”

“Yeah well, maybe I’m still considering-”

“Y/N,” his voice was gentle, “That's not the solution, you know that."

You gritted your teeth and hesitated for a second before you placed the tiny plastic bag into his palm.

"Where did you even get them?"

You shrugged "I have a past, so..." You bit on your lip "You should bail."

"What?"

"You've heard what he-" you swallowed "He's coming for me, Steve."

“Let him. We’ll be ready.”

You chuckled bitterly, “We?”

“Yeah, all of us. Me, Bucky- Buck hated him too by the way- and Tony, and have you seen Nat? I mean if I were him, I’d be more terrified of Nat more than all of us combined. She will place his head on a freaking stick, I’m just hoping she will let me watch.”

You wiped at your nose with the back of your hand, “You don’t know him.” You mumbled, “You don’t know what he’s capable of, I just…” Your voice cracked, “I don’t want to be here anymore, I want to go home.”

“Okay, let’s-“

“Not to my apartment. Home.”

Steve paused, “Where’s that?”

You sniffled and twirled the glass around, watching tiny droplets move, “Somewhere he won’t-“ you cleared your throat, “Somewhere safe. There’s no such a thing anymore, is there?”

“Come to the Tower with me.”

You shook your head, “They’ll have questions and I don’t want to talk to anyone. Besides Tower isn’t safe either.”

“I’ll be there, Y/N. Trust me, it’s safe.”

“Yeah well, he could still get me-“

“Over my dead body.”

“Yeah Steve, that was his plan, weren’t you listening?” You put the glass down to see him better but he didn’t look worried at all.

“He’s not gonna kill me.”

You gritted your teeth, “You missed the part where he failed to mention his last name then?”

“What’s his-“

“Besides, I don’t-“ You motioned at him, “I don’t deserve this whole thing. I- I hacked you.”

“Hacked me?”

“Got into your phone, pried into your privacy. I know stuff about you that you don’t think I know- I even went through your google searches – sex on the beach is really a drink by the way, want me to order that or will you leave before that?”

“Y/N, why would I leave?”

“Damn it, Steve-” you shook your head, “I wasn’t supposed to do that, okay? That’s- that’s like really rude and Fury told me not to, and I did it anyway-“

“You know, I got into lots of fights back in forties,” Steve cut you off, “Bucky kept telling me not to. I did it anyway.”

“Nice to know some things don’t change.”

“The point is,” Steve said, “Sometimes you just can’t do what people tell you to do. It doesn’t mean you’re a bad person, it just means you have your own rules.”

You stared at the glass for a couple of seconds as you tried to pull yourself together.

“I don’t…” you mumbled, “I don’t want anyone to lay a finger on me. That’s my rule now.”

Steve nodded slowly, “May I help you establish that rule, then?”

You could feel the sob climbing to your throat so you just nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face to his rock hard chest. He held you tight, as if you would disappear if he didn’t, and pressed his nose to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair. You stayed like that for almost a minute, in silence, wrapped in the scent of him before you felt him rubbing your back, shivers coming back with full force.

“Come on doll. Let’s get you somewhere safe.”

You hugged Steve’s brown leather jacket tighter around your body, trying to inhale his cologne as discreetly as you could while you followed him up the stairs. For some reason, your heart was still slamming against your ribcage as you thought about the possibilities, but you chastised yourself in your head, since when were you getting nervous around guys?

“Steve, Fury called-“ you heard Sharon’s voice and you froze on your tracks, holding the handrail tight, unsure whether you should take those last steps but Sharon, being a well-trained agent immediately sensed your presence and turned her head. She paused only for a second before she looked between you and Steve, her eyebrows raised.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had company,” she said, leaning back to her open door, “It’s Y/N, right? I saw you in SHIELD headquarters before.”

You tried to push a strand of your hair behind your ear, but jacket’s sleeves were too long for that so you just ended up brushing the sleeve against your hair, “Yeah. Hi.”

“What did Fury say?” Steve asked as he unlocked his door and you climbed up the last two steps, still feeling like you were intruding in a way. Sharon stole a look at you before she smiled at Steve.

“Nothing that can’t wait,” she said calmly, “Have a nice night. Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Um- yeah totally, you too.”

Awkward…

She closed the door behind her as you approached Steve, then stepped inside his apartment, looking around. He followed you suit and closed the door before switching on the light, and you bit on your lip.

“What would the neighbors think just got much more serious.” You mumbled, making him chuckle.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“You sure she’ll be fine with it? I don’t wanna-“ You shrugged slightly, “Fuck shit up.”

That seemed to make him smile while you followed him deeper into his apartment. It was a nice and cozy apartment, Steve’s characteristics reflecting on objects here and there. There were couple of framed black and white photos on the walls –who even framed photos anymore?- and his shield was leaned against the wall, as if he had just remembered not to take it with him on his way out. A few books about World War II were scattered on the coffee table and on the corner, he had a phonograph.

“There’s nothing going on.”

“Hm?” You turned your head “What?”

“With- uh…With Sharon. There’s nothing like that.”

You scoffed, “She wants to jump on you.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, as if taken back by your outspokenness, “I’m sure you’re wrong.”

“Women can sense that shit, Rogers.” You muttered as you looked out the window. “Nice place.”

“Thanks. When was the last time you ate something?”

“I drank whiskey,”

Steve shot you a reprimanding look, “As in actual food?”

You thought for a second, “Can we make popcorn?”

“...That’s- Y/N, that’s not actual food.”

“It’s my comfort food,” You shrugged, and he looked like he would say no, then shook his head slightly, as if annoyed at himself for giving in. He made his way to the open kitchen and you shamelessly eyed him up and down, and leaned to the kitchen island.

“Sorry about tonight.”

Steve looked at you over his shoulder for a second before he spilled some popcorn into the pot, “What’re you talking about?”

“You know what,” You muttered, dragging your fingernails on the smooth surface, “Everything. I’m sure- I’m sure you have questions-“

“I don’t.”

You frowned, “What?”

“I don’t have any questions. Whenever you want to tell me, you’ll tell me.”

For some reason, that was more than enough to make tears fill your eyes and yet, you found yourself smiling before you took a shaky breath, pulling your phone out of your pocket.

“You know, I made my research. A little.”

“Hm?”

“About how dates worked in 1940s.” You touched the phone and the music filled the room, making him turn his attention to you.

“…And you’re supposed to dance on a date.” You held out your hand and he shot you a look, then shook his head, as if he was embarrassed all of a sudden.

“I’m not a good dancer.”

“And I’m drunk as fuck Steve, we make the perfect pair.”

“I don’t even know this song.”

“It’s my sex song- I’m joking!” You pulled at his hand, “Come on. It’s not very gentleman like to turn down a girl’s dance request, you know. What would forties’ etiquette say?”

He heaved a sigh but let you pull him closer and his arm sneaked around your waist, making you giggle. The soft popping sounds of popcorn filled the air along with the music and you bit on your lip as he swayed you, then you looked up at him as he entwined his fingers with yours.

“What?” he asked gently and you shrugged,

“You’re really pretty, Rogers.”

A faint pinkness adorned his cheekbones, making you smile but he played it cool,

“I’m pretty sure that’s my line.”

“Sucks to be you.” You muttered, “Why aren’t you running for the hills, Cap?”

“Never been the type.” he said silently, as if the minute he talked louder, the magic would disappear. You couldn’t help to smile.

“But you know I’m trouble, right?”

“Oh definitely.”

“That doesn’t scare you?”

“Nah,” he shrugged, “Buck says I have a thing for trouble anyway. Why bother proving him wrong? I’d never hear the end of it.”

You could barely feel him pulling your body closer to his as your heartbeat got faster, and for a second it worried you that he could hear it. You didn’t know why, but you were much, much more nervous around him than any other person, and yet it didn’t make you uncomfortable. It was the same feeling as you had riding a rollercoaster, excitement filled with glee.

“You should check the popcorn.” You muttered and the corners of his lips turned upwards.

“It can wait,” he muttered, his breath warm on your lips and you closed your eyes as you saw him leaning in, excitement washing over you, making your heartbeat go crazy but you were snapped out of your bliss before his lips could even touch yours.

“Rogers!” Natasha’s voice was accompanied by the pounding on the door, “You came back home? Seriously?”

You opened your eyes when you heard Steve’s impatient sigh, as if he was as annoyed as you were.

“What is this music?” You heard Bucky’s voice and a small laugh escaped your lips.

“Is it normal to hate your friends sometimes?” You wondered out loud as Steve pulled back.

“Sorry about this,” he said and made his way to door, then opened it. From the sounds of it, Bucky had just walked in and Natasha was on the phone, following him.

“Guys…”

“Yeah, me neither Pepper.” She said and Bucky heaved a sigh.

“I thought you were outside looking for-“

“Hey there Barnes.” You walked to hall and waved at him, while Steve looked between you,

“Y/N?” Natasha said as soon as she saw you, still on the phone, “No- Pepper, she’s fine, we’re at Steve’s place. No no- you don’t have to-” She stopped talking as Pepper probably hung up and Bucky cleared his throat, as if he didn’t know what to say.

“Your ex husband is a prick.”

Steve shut his eyes for a second, as if praying for patience and you pursed your lips, then nodded and threw up a peace sign.

“Word, man.”

“Potts is coming by to see if you’re okay,” Natasha held up her phone, as if now realizing she had interrupted something, her expression full of regret. “So Tony is probably coming too, to drop her off. Sorry.”

“O- oh? Good-”

“Did we…interrupt something?”

You exchanged glances with Steve, who looked as lost as you were,

“Nah you didn’t,” You waved a hand in the air dismissively and Steve seemed to get the clue because he shook his head fervently.

“No, not really.”

“Yeah nothing was happening.”

“Sure, just… you know. Nothing.”

A silence fell upon all of you and you could tell that neither Bucky nor Natasha bought your lies, but in the end, Bucky heaved a sigh.

“Well since we ruined something, we might as well eat the popcorn.” Bucky said as he and Natasha walked past you and you leaned your back to the wall, huffing out a curt laughter.

“Come on then Cap,” You pushed yourself off the wall as Steve let out an impatient whine, throwing his head back “Good things come to those who wait.”

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B/L 21

Warning: Violence

After the little heart to heart with Laura they both headed out to the kitchen to start making dinner laughing and talking about the most randomest things to the stupidest things. When Steve came inside the house after chopping wood he was surprised but happy to see Linda smiling and laughing again. Food came out not long after that and the team settled down for dinner before Fury came and called a ‘meeting’. “Ultron took you folks out of play to buy himself time. My contacts all say he's building something. The amount of Vibranium he made off with, I don't think it's just one thing.” Fury said.

“What about Ultron himself?” Steve said

“Ah. He's easy to track, he's everywhere. Guy's multiplying faster than a Catholic rabbit. Still doesn't help us get an angle on any of his plans though.”

“He still going after launch codes?” Tony asked.

“Yes, he is, but he's not making any headway.”

“I cracked the Pentagon's firewall in high school on a dare.”

“Yeah, well, I contacted our friends at the NEXUS about that.”

“NEXUS?” Steve asked.

“It's the world internet hub in Oslo, every byte of data flows through there, fastest access on earth.”

“So what'd they say?” Clint asked playing with the darts.

“He's fixated on the missiles, but the codes are constantly being changed.”

“By whom?” Tony asked when a dart fly right next to his face hitting the dart board.

“Parties unknown.”

“Do we have an ally?”

“Ultron's got an enemy, that's not the same thing. Still, I'd pay folding money to know who it is.”

“I might need to visit Oslo, find our "unknown."”

“Well, this is a good time, boss, but I was kind of hoping when I saw you, you'd have more than that.”Natasha said to Fury

“I do, I have you. Back in the day, I had eyes everywhere, ears everywhere else. You kids had all the tech you could dream of. Here we all are, back on earth, with nothing but our wit, and our will to save the world. Ultron said the Avengers are the only thing standing between him and his mission, and whether or not his mission is global destruction. All this laid in the grave. So stand. Outwit the platinum bastard.” Fury said pointing to the team.

“Steve doesn't like that kind of talk.” Natasha and Linda said almost simultaneously before looking at each other and laughed.

“You know what, Romanoff?” Steve said looking at Natasha then Linda who both smiles mischievously at him.

“So what does he want?” Fury asked.

“To become better. Better than us. He keeps building bodies.”

“Person bodies. The human form is inefficient, biologically speaking, we're outmoded. But he keeps coming back to it.”

“When you two programmed him to protect the human race, you amazingly failed.”

They don't need to be protected, they need to evolve. Ultron's going to evolve.” “ How?” Fury asked.

“Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho?” Bruce asked.

The team started to suit up for mission once again, Linda had of course stayed by Steve side along with Natasha and Clint. Bruce had left with Fury, and Tony had met up with the Nexus people. When they reached the U-Gen Genetic Research lab Steve and Linda got off the quinjet while Natasha and Clint stayed in the jet.

“Two minutes. Stay close.” Steve said, as they enter the lab they saw Helen on the ground wounded. “Dr. Cho!” Steve said, Linda grabbing something to pressed against her wound slowing the bleeding.

“He's uploading himself into the body.”

“Where?”

“The real power is inside the Cradle. The gem, its power is uncontainable. You can't just blow it up. You have to get the Cradle to Stark.”

“First we have to find it.”

“Go.” She said

“Did you guys copy that?” Steve said over the radio to Natasha and Clint.

“We did.”

“I got a private jet taking off, across town, no manifest. That could be him.”

“There. It's the truck from the lab. Right above you, Cap. On the loop by the bridge. It's them. I got three with the Cradle, one in the cab. I could take out the driver.” Clint said pointing at the truck leaving the lab.

“Negative! If that truck crashes, the gem could level the city. We need to draw out Ultron.” Steve said climbing up the structure of the Lab.

“Ready?” Steve asked looking at Linda.

“You betcha.” Linda/Luna said reeving up the energy before both runs to the end of the bridge jumping right onto the truck, Linda stayed on top while Steve slide to the door.

“No, no, no, no, no. Leave me alone!” They heard Ultron say before the door got blasted off. “Well, he's definitely unhappy! I'm gonna try and keep him that way.” Steve said hanging on by a thread.

“You're not a match for him, Cap.” Clint said

“Thanks, Barton.” Steve said.

“But I am.” Linda said drawing some of the energy from the Legionnaires inside the truck. Steve tried to enter the truck but gets blasted off again by Ultron. Linda sends the charge she been amping up whipping Ultron sending him flying back before catching himself flying back toward her sending a blast of his own at her.

“You know what's in that Cradle? The power to make real change, and that terrifies you.” Ultron said Linda dodge it in time for Steve to throw his shield at Ultron.

“I wouldn't call it a comfort.” Steve said throwing his shield one more time sticking it into his chest plate.

“Stop it!” Ultron said throwing Steve shield aside and blasts him and Linda one more time.

“Dam is my blasting this annoying.” Linda said falling into the car in front of the truck.

“Nope but his is.” Steve said dodging hits from the Legionnaire thats driving climbing back up to fight Ultron. Linda jumps back onto truck helping Steve whipping Ultron only to have him dodge everymove kicking her off the truck onto the busy streets.

“Shit.” Linda said shaking herself back up seeing Natasha arm coming towards her, Linda grabs on immediately jumping behind Natasha.

“Thanks.” Linda said.

“Don’t thank me yet.” Natasha said driving closer to Steve who was getting choked, Natasha drives up throwing Steve his Shield, Steve catches it in time punching

Ultron away from him while Linda jumps back into the opening of the truck blasting the Legionnaires inside who was blasting Natasha. Before Linda could send a crucial whip the 2 Legionnaires flies off to the quinjet.

“Guys I am inside, but I am not good with this type of stuff.” Linda said looking at the screen. “In my time the hardest thing we had to do was set the radio to the right station.”

“I am right behind you.” Natasha said jumping onto the truck.

“Oh thank god.” Linda said sighing in relief.

“ Heading back towards you. So whatever you're going to do, do it now.” Clint said

“ I'm in, Cap can you keep him occupied?” Natasha said

“What do you think I've been doing?” Steve said.

“I am going to go help Steve, you got this right?” Linda said seeing Natasha nod before jumping out of the moving truck onto the car behind her, Linda then jumps one more time landing on top of the subway train running toward Steve.

“The package is airborne. I have a clean shot.” Clint said as Linda sees the truck now flying.

“Negative. I am still in the truck.” Natasha said

“What the hell are you...?”

“Just be ready, I'm sending the package to you.”

“How do you want me to take it?”

"Uhh, you might wish you hadn't asked that.”

Linda made it into the bunker of the subway seeing Steve take hit after hit. Linda whips her whip cracking Ultron away from Steve further down the subway when Pietro and Wanda shows up blocking Ultron way back.

“Please. Don't do this.” Ultron said looking at Wanda.

“What choice do we have?” Wanda said as Linda and her works at Ultron together blowing the front of the subway before Ultron flies off.

“I lost him, he's going your way.” Steve said running up to check on the conductor of the subway who was knocked out.

“Steve.” Linda said running up behind him seeing the track ending soon.

“Nat! Cap, you see Nat?” Clint said looking out the window.

“ If you have the package, get it to Stark! Go!”

“Do you have eyes on Nat?”

“ Go! Civilians in our path. Can you stop this thing?” Steve asked Wanda using his Shield to block Linda and himself from the debris flying in only to get thrown back when boulder hit him sending them both flying back. Once the train was stopped Wanda got off running over to Pietro who was out of breathe.

“I'm fine. I just need to take a minute.” Pietro said sitting down.

“I'm very tempted not to give you one.” Steve said walking over to them.

“Steve let the kid breathe for a bit.” Linda said grabbing his bicep.

“The Cradle, did you get it?” Wanda asked

“Stark will take care of it.” Linda said.

“No, he won't.”

“You don't know what you're talking about, Stark's not crazy.” Steve said.

“He will do anything to make things right.”

“Stark, come in. Stark. Anyone on comms?”

“Ultron can't tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it. Where do you think he gets that?” Wanda said

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