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no-gorms · 9 months
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* post-successful spell break/Thanos defeat/etc, Tony has to be all “ah, so this charm offensive was a ploy all along then? Aha, whelp. I mean it worked, congratulations… uh thanks?” And Steve now has to either
Agree that this was a ploy and he would never attempted to woo Tony back without this motivation (technically true but not the whole story emotionally )
Say no I had no idea I just wanted you back (a lie but emotionally true) OR
Actually, like, use his words and try and convey how Steve felt he had no right to even think in Tony’s direction half the time but he does care and is so sorry and how he did this because of that care and how he still loves Tony and this was the only way he could allow himself to show it, by saving Tony’s life (true and sincere and perhaps outside the scope of Steve’s emotional IQ atm lol)
I assume he TRIES for #3 but ends up conveying #1 or #2 instead by accident before Tony tries stomping off. I dunno if Steve spits out the truth quick enough to stop Tony from leaving or if he has to put on his big boy pants and approach Tony later (thanks to the prodding of his dear friends) with heart in hand, for Tony to take or crush, to explain himself like he’s been avoiding for so many years
Or perhaps it goes a different way all together? Tony ends up saving himself and Steve is left standing there with flowers and a rented Brass Band to serenade Tony like, ah. well. good? good.
(Also, what are some of the ways Steve tries to woo Tony? And does his crew help him out? Do they know Thanos is the fiancé/who Thanos is or are they under the spell and are all, go get your guy Steve! Win back your husband! like rom-com supporting characters? Is Wanda doing WandaVision and is therefore busy/unaware or is this a ploy to keep Steve and co occupied so she can go do post WV bad things?)
* https://www.tumblr.com/no-gorms/721918559380520960/stony-sweet-home-alabama-au-so-like-make-it-post
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(following up on this)
I think it'd be funniest if Steve was alone in being aware of the rom com universe, like not even Wanda knows or cares what's going on, and the rest of their friends would try to help, but within the parameters of the fake reality so their helpfulness can get too intense and cheerful that gives Steve a headache even if their energy can be inspiring as well?
Like by the rules of the universe (and the rules that Steve has cast upon himself) he can indulge in everything he's thought about in passing about but never done in the real world because they're also kind of creepy, so maybe like:
Dropping sketches he's made on napkins and post-its, depicting happy memories of their past when they were together, where Tony can "stumble" upon them;
Sabotaging THANOS by like, slashing his tires and/or ruining his dry cleaning and/or giving his PA (the Maw in a suit) the wrong info so he misses a date with Tony, which allows Steve to "coincidentally" swoop in at the same restaurant like hey, how about that;
When they're walking together in a park or something Steve falls into the lake like haha, oh look he forgot to wear an undershirt and his cotton thing is all see-through now, isn't that funny.....
HUGE romantic gesture like he sends Tony on a merry scavenger hunt that ends overlooking some huge public place where Steve has painted a mural with words that Declare His Feelings and just as Tony arrives (thanks to the others helping out) there's the brass brand and a choir and and fireworks ad nauseam
So like, although all these things may have worked within the rom com universe, but once the spell is broken (I kinda like your suggestion that Tony saves himself) Tony shakes himself off and is like... Rogers, haha that was actually really over-the-top, good thing that was just Wanda's reality warping your brain like -- wait, what? You were conscious the whole time and did that of your own free will? And Tony does a massive side-eye while Steve's stomach sinks like, oh.....
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barcaavengers · 3 years
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Weakness || Bucky Barnes Imagine || Pt. 1
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Note: I just had to jump in the Bucky Barnes train after watching TFATWS and with Sebastian looking like that it gave me much needed muse to get back into writing. So Here it is! I feel like this is fast paced but I'm already working on the second part. Let's see how this goes. This goes from Episode 3 and transitions to Episode 4 at the end so consider some spoilers? As always, let me know your thoughts and I'm open to ideas!
Disclaimer: Gif not mine.
The idea of going to see Zemo to get any leads wasn't something you were particularly fond of when Bucky decided to go in there by himself. Yes, you trusted the soldier, but it was Zemo who you didn't trust. He was responsible for the break up of the Avengers. If it wouldn't have been for those events you would have all been together to defeat Thanos.
Your combat skills were what gave you the spot in the Avengers. You didn't have a serum, or superpowers, no tech to give you advantage, you were just really good with guns, strategies and tactics, learned to think outside the box.
You know everything is about to go to hell when Bucky takes you and Sam to a warehouse filled with cars and starts talking about breaking Zemo out of jail.
"Do you remember what that man did to all of us? To you? To T'Chaka?" You ask between Bucky and Sam who were looking at each other, that was until the squeak of the warehouse house doors interrupted. The three of you turn to look as a shadow got closer until…
"What the hell?! You said it was hypothetical! What is he doing out, Barnes!?" You snarl and take two quick steps towards Zemo.
"We need him, Y/N!" Bucky blocks your path.
"You are going back to prison!" Sam shouts, Bucky putting his hand on Sam's chest.
"If I may…"
"No!" The three of you shout, looking at Zemo before turning to each other.
"It's the only way! We can't do this alone!" Bucky states. "When Steve refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, you two backed him. You broke the law and stuck your neck out for me… I'm asking you to do it again."
"This is different! It was to protect you from him but now you are asking us to work with his ass after everything?" You question. You would do it in a heart beat because he was asking for it, but the thought of being crossed by someone like Zemo was what had you on edge.
Sam only sighed and you knew, yet again, he would go through with Bucky's plan. "Okay. If we do this, you won't make a move without our permission…" Sam says and your eyes close as you let out a huff.
You are all walking down the bridge once you get escorted to the city of Madripoor, Low Town specifically. "You need to stay in character, no matter what happens" Zemo says.
"The assistant, shouldn't be that hard" you say with a roll of your eyes.
"Anyone would love such role, Y/N. I would prefer if your dislike didn't show when we get there" he says. "It is the only way to explain why we brought a lady along to such dangerous business."
"I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself, but thanks for your concern. That's sweet coming from someone like you" you say and you can spot Zemo smiling from your spot behind him.
"You okay?" Bucky asks once he falls behind you, looking at the surroundings and taking everything in.
"I'm not thrilled about this, but I guess we have no choice" you say as you look around, then your eyes fall on his frame. "What about you?"
"I don't know anymore…" he says before you all get inside the club.
Everyone fell silent when Bucky walked in, watching him, wondering if it really was the Winter Soldier. You have never been in the same space with Bucky in public, so the whispers and the looks had you feeling a kind of way, almost defensive, but you had to keep your role and give smiles to strangers while you walked with Zemo with your arms linked. You look around the place, leaning against the counter, hiding back a smirk as Sam drinks whatever the hell they just put in on his 'usual' drink.
"Zemo might not be welcomed here, but his assistant can stay as long as she wants" a man says into your ear and you are quick to move away.
"Excuse me?" You eye the man on your side.
"What's your name pretty face? I can get you a better job than being an assistant" the man reaches to push your hair away from your face, letting his hand linger on your shoulder and your body tenses. Sam meets your eyes and slowly shakes his head, knowing you were about to break character and beat the hell out of this man. Zemo noticed, but kept a neutral expression.
"If he doesn't take his hand off you…" You hear Bucky murmur under his breath. You gesture with your hand at him carefully to not give anything up, just raising two fingers towards him.
"Who says I want a better job?" You smirk and reach for your drink, sipping on it on one go.
Zemo turns to look at Bucky, and you have heard the words Winter Soldier in Romanian enough times to know them, so when Zemo speaks them and Bucky nods, your heart stops. He is swift in his moves and in a blur he is gripping and twisting the hand of the man that was bothering you. He looks back at you as he shoves the man away, your eyes meet for a moment before it all starts. Men from left and right start throwing themselves to him, like if they stood a chance against the Winter Soldier. Seeing him like this sent chills down your spine. Quick, agile, ruthless. His moves were so calculated, so life ending. The Winter Soldier might be gone but his skills and moves were there alright, you only hoped it was just that.
"It didn't take much for him to fall back into form" Zemo says on your side almost as if he read your thoughts.
"Make it stop, Zemo or I swear I'll jump in the fight…" you snarl.
"Stay in character or the whole place will be upon us" Zemo says and you let out a huff. "Your soldier will be fine. It's all part of the show…"
"He is not my soldier…" your eyes couldn't get away from Bucky, who now had a man pinned on the table and that's when you hear the clicking of a gun.
Things take a bad turn real quick. Sam got caught in his character thanks to a phone call. Selby got killed and now there was a bounty for her killers who were apparently the four of you, then Sharon saved your assess and took you to her place. You were getting ready for the party, something comfortable to fight should it be needed. Bucky leans against the bathroom frame while you curl your hair, "You know that will go away soon though, right? When you pick on the next fight."
"If it lasts me two minutes it would be worth it" you say with a smirk as you look at him through the mirror, placing the iron on the counter you turn to look at him, he offers you a weak smile. "Well you look handsome" you say as you eye him. The black suit looked so good on him, and it just made his blue eyes stand out.
"You look... beautiful" he blinks as he eyes you, his hands falling into his pockets.
"Well thank you" your cheeks flush. After a few seconds, your gaze softens when you feel he is...off. "Are you okay, Buck? I know that what you did back there..." you trail off.
"I'm fine. Its just… I'm still processing..." he shrugs.
"You shouldn't have gone through with the plan. We could've found another way…"
"We didn't have time to find another way. Zemo knew that way would give us the information we needed" he says.
"I still don't like that he is using you like this..." you say with a frown.
He remains silent for a moment, wetting his lips before speaking. "Y/N, I know we-"
"You two done?" Sam interrupts and James takes an annoyed intake of breath, your gaze drops.
"Yeah" James walks away without a look back and you chew on your lower lip.
"Did I interrupt something?" Sam says with a smug smile.
"Get out" You walk out of the bathroom and Sam throws his arm around you, laughing.
"You two were having a moment there, weren't you?" Sam teases as you walk, poking on your shoulder. "Listen, you gotta do this smoothly. He is all rusty. He hasn't had a date in like 70 years."
"He probably wants to be by himself to finish that notebook, and right now nothing can distract us" you frown.
"You distract each other already" Sam says between laughs. "One of you will be in danger and the other will run and save the other."
"That's what I mean. Zemo said it earlier, the Winter Soldier has a reputation. If he has to keep playing the part, I'll be trying to stop him even more than I already do. I can't blow off the mission because of whatever this is..."
"Alright, you got a point, but talk to him, alright? If you want, take him out of the party and work it out" Sam pats your back as you walk out to the living room area.
"Looking sharp, Y/N" Sharon says with a grin once you come out and you twirl with a laugh. "Enjoy the party. Stay out of trouble, I'll see what I can find."
"Shall we then?" Zemo asks, holding his arm out to you.
"Let's go" you link your arm with his, just to play along. After this time with Zemo you figured out you might as well enjoy yourself, there was still a long way ahead before getting rid of him again. He didn't seem so bad since he broke out, you still didn't trust him though.
Once at the party, you stick around with Zemo. Sam and Bucky are somewhere around the lounge surveying the place, you all still had a bounty on your heads anyway. Meanwhile you are with Zemo, who was making some moves that had you giggling and laughing. He took your hand and started going around you before letting go and you grin. "Should've known you were this fun I would've helped breaking you out" you tease over the music.
"Didn't had a chance" Zemo says and smiles as he claps while letting the music move him. He eyes something behind you before looking back at you. "Your soldier can't seem to stop looking at you" you want to turn around, but you decided against it.
"He is not my soldier…" you say. "He is just watching out for us. We have prices on our heads remember?" You tap your head as you say the words. "And you have him acting as our bodyguard."
"I know your hatred was fueled when I had him act in such way, and I do apologize for such plan but it was the only way" he says. "You would know if you understood how things realistically move" he says.
"Apology accepted" you say. Zemo takes your hand and twirls you, and you catch a glimpse of Bucky walking towards the two of you.
"I believe we have company" Zemo says into your ear. "You know where to find me" he says and walks out and into the crowd with his own, awkward dancing pace. You giggle at it before turning around and finding Bucky close.
His shoulders were tense under that black suit that made him look so good, and his scowl was too obvious. "Having fun with Zemo?" He asks, everyone around you was moving to the music, except him who only looked to where Zemo had disappeared to, his tongue poking in annoyance at his cheek.
"Just wanted to get to know him a bit more. Is not an everyday thing we hang with a Most Wanted prisoner" you say with a shrug. "Who you broke out of jail may I add."
"I didn't do anything" he says and his gaze averts from yours.
"For being one hundred and six you are an awful liar, Buck" you smirk, but he doesn't say anything. His hands are tucked in his pockets, eyeing everything but you. "Relax. Enjoy the music."
"This isn't my type of music" he says coldly and looks around the place once again.
"Fine…" you stop on your moves. Might as well take Sam's suggestion, plus you could see this scenario and the music was too much for him. "Come on, let's go back upstairs and talk" you hold your hand out for him and he looks at it, he hesitates before his glove covered hand wraps around yours and you lead the way.
"I told you, I'll be fine" he sighs as he sits down on the couch, you sit right beside him.
"Bullshit, Barnes" you say as you drop down. "When you were fighting those people…"
"It was just an act…I'm not a killer anymore..."
"I know, Buck" you reach to put your hand on his knee, which he eyes before looking at you. "But you didn't go to therapy to get over this only to be pulled again for a show. This isn't right."
"I'm okay, I promise…" he trails off. "I'm just getting used to all of this" his hand covers yours, sending electricity through your nerves.
"I promised Steve I would look out for you to not do anything stupid," you smile at him "I am not a super soldier or have any powers, but if I can help. I will do what I can…" you admit to him. His blue eyes look into yours and your heart stops it's beating for a second.
You hold his gaze and shift your position on the couch, your leg was already falling asleep since it was under you. "I-" he pauses and you can see his mind wondering, thinking, calculating. Sam was right, you could almost see the gears turning.
"Talk to me. I know you have something to say" you smirk.
"I guess that what I'm trying to say is, I am glad that you are with me in this mission even after everything-"
"Don't. Please…" you were sure he was going to bring up that one time where Sam, Steve and Natasha, as well as yourself, were attacked by him while trying to get a hold of Hydra. It was the first time you had seen him, you didn't know him, but you feared him. You are a mere human and he is a super soldier, the most dangerous soldier for the past years. He had tried to kill you back then one way or another, guns, knives, grenades, but somehow you survived.
Then you met him when Cap and Sam went after him, seeing him act like a normal person triggered something in you. How could someone like him turn into someone so dangerous? The time you spent watching after him, and fighting alongside the team had warmed your heart towards him to the point you admitted to yourself you caught feelings for him. How could you not? You were the only person to go to Wakanda to see him after he was freed, and it will be an understatement that you cried your eyes out when he told you the words. That was when the two of you started having a connection.
"You okay?" His voice echoes and you realize you had zoned out.
"Yeah. Sorry I was just thinking of…" he eyes you curiously, those steel blue eyes had you going weak. You inch closer and you feel him move, his head siding in a way that all you had to do was… "I'm so sorry for this, Buck-"
"What are you apolog-" and your lips muffle his words when you press them against his. You hated this. Losing your control the second you are alone with him. This wasn't right, but it felt unbelievably nice. His lips don't move, so to save yourself more embarrassment you pull away and duck your head to avoid his gaze, hoping that your hair is covering the redness of your cheeks.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that…" you pull your hand away from under his, daring to look up at him. "We should go back to the-"
This time, he interrupts you. His flesh hand moving in a blur to the back of your head to bring you in for another kiss. His lips were rough on yours even when they parted slowly, but what did you expect? For him to be the womanizer Steve once told you he was? That now that he was free he would be kissing any girl? You let out a sigh of relief through your nostrils before pulling away.
"Did I do something wrong?" His eyes were soft with worry as he tried to meet yours.
"No. Gosh no" you bite your lip. "Don't apologize...I just lost myself there…" you giggle and he smiles weakly. You move forward again but stop, looking into his hues for approval before you lean in again slowly and his lips capture yours. He dares to part his lips and you tilt your head slightly, so does his, deepening the kiss only slightly.
"Y/N? Are you- Sweet Jesus!" Sam voices echoes through your ears and Bucky quickly pushes you away lightly, but enough to have you away from him.
"Sam. I-" You try to explain.
"Nuh-uh. I saw enough to know what was going on."
"Any leads?" Bucky asks, trying to divert the attention, standing up now.
"Sharon found him" Sam says. "Let's go, and no PDA while I'm around, okay?"
"When all of this is over-" Bucky starts as you two walk down the containers, Sam, Sharon and Zemo a few feet ahead.
"I shouldn't have done that" you insist. "My timing was off.."
"You make it sound like it was wrong when it wasn't" he pulls out his gun and so do you.
"It was" you nod your head as you walk. He reaches for your hand, looks at the group in front of you before he pulls you to the side behind a container, your body between the two.
"I have wanted what happened more than you know" he is soft in his words and his eyes divert to your lips for a moment. "I just...I have a past, Y/N..."
"A past you are free from now, Bucky" you point out. "You are not The Winter Soldier anymore. You have grown from that ever since Wakanda…" you assure him. "I'm not even asking you to accept it to start something because I know its way too soon-"
"You don't understand" he slowly backs away from you.
"You don't trust yourself entirely yet, do you?" His eyes avoiding your gaze made you frown. "I knew that this would have consequences. I'm going to talk to Zemo."
"Y/N, wait" he catches your arm as you turn and he brings you close. "We can't trust Zemo. You know that…" he says. "I am not sure how to explain it, but-"
That's when it hit you. "You don't want him to know we are each other's weakness…" you voice and his head nods slowly as he swallows.
"That's why we need to sort this out, but later, not during this…"
"Y/N?" Sam calls out and you frown.
"On it!" You whisper shout back.
"Be careful. I'll go in with Sam…You stay with Sharon…" he says and your head nods.
*****
"Walker I swear if you don't shut up I'll make you swallow that shield" your arms were crossed, leaning against the wall behind Bucky who was guarding the stairs. Zemo was cuffed, Sam was inside talking with Karli, Walker and Hoskins had found their way to you and now were here.
"Easy there. I'm just worried about your partner being in there by himself" he says and you notice the glare the Sargeant gives him.
"You have been messing this whole operation the moment you got here" you spat.
"Aren't you worried about Sam back there?"
"He can handle himself. He is doing what is right, unlike others" you eye him up and down and his whole face darkens, taking a step forward and you take a defiant one as well.
"Think carefully what you will do next, Walker" Bucky puts his hand on his chest.
"Let him. I can kick his ass and take that shield off his hands in a heartbeat…" you hiss.
"This is all easy for you, isn't it? All that serum rushin' through your veins. You let your partner in there with a Super Soldier, that blood will be on your hands if things get dirty in there…" Walker says to Bucky. How dare he!?
For a moment, you ponder on his words and you can't stand the thought of Sam being in there getting beaten by Super Soldiers while Walker could be right. You didn't want him to be. What if they took him? What if…?
"Buck…" you put your hand on his bicep and he looks at you, knowing very well what you wanted to do.
Of course, Walker wasn't very good with entrances since he literally waltzed in calling Karli and saying she was under arrest. Super Soldiers showed up everywhere and your eyes widened. Karli pushes Walker and then storms off running.
"Karli!" You call and look at Sam.
"Go! We got this!"
Your head nods, eyes shift to look at Bucky who was fighting a Super Soldier off before you storm to the direction Karli headed to. You see her walking down the corridor, not too far from you. "Karli, wait! This is not what it looks like!" Karli says and she stops in her tracks, looking back at you.
"It is exactly what it looks like! You are working for Captain America!"
"What? No! We hate the guy!" You admit bluntly, honesty can get you places after all, and at least she stopped. "We just want to work this out. There has to be a better way to fight for what you want, Karli…" you say and get closer.
"Yeah. There is...But first, you will help us deliver a message before we trust you again" your head tilts to the side curiously when you feel arms around you and you feel a pinch on your neck. Your eyelids feel heavy all of a sudden until you can't hold them open any longer.
-Bucky's POV-
After fighting some of the Flag Smashers off he meets with Sam, Walker and Hoskins in the middle of the building.
"We lost them" Hoskins says as he looked around.
"You made us loose them! I had everything under control until you stepped in!" Sam complained.
"Where is Y/N?" Bucky asks as he looks around.
"She went after Karli. I haven't seen her since..." Sam says, his phone goes off and Bucky is quick to move close to him as he opens the message. "They got Y/N…" Sam's brown eyes shift to look at Bucky who was clenching his jaw yet his eyes showed how worried he was, and mad for letting you go after Karli alone.
"That's it." Bucky turns on his heels and started walking the other direction.
"Bucky!" Sam calls but it didn't get the man's attention. "Bucky!"
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sherberrt · 3 years
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Sharped Dressed Man | Loki x Reader
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  Reader definitely has some of the strongest power on the Avenger’s roster, like...Wanda level power. So what happens when the Avengers have her face off Thor, god of thunder, in a sparring match? With an added incentive of becoming an illusion of the first person she thinks of to the song they choose at random! 
 AU: After Endgame, no one died. Avengers’ Tower back in its original and better glory. 
  Note: Like many of my others, Historian Sorceress & Facing Fears, Reader is Asgardian and has more light and dark ended abilities along with other magics in her arsenal.  (I have an ongoing theme of the reader being Asgardian and is magical.) 
  Inspiration : Sharped Dressed Man by ZZ Top (Have a listen to get into the mood or listen when it pops up.)
Please enjoy and I love to here what my fellow readers and writers think.
  Why am I up so early? Is there something special going on today? No missions, no briefings....is it one of the off days that we have? I hope so, but yet why the crap did I not sleep in? All of these valid points, I continue to make while I head into the kitchen and start making myself breakfast. Not much in the refrigerator but a girl has to work with what she’s got. So that would be eggs, onions, ham...oh an omelette would be nice. 
  “You are insane if you think Thor could beat, (Y/n)!” I could hear Natasha exclaim.
  “Look, all I’m saying is, Thor has years, literal years on her. I think he could beat her.” Tony quips. I could hear their footsteps approaching from the kitchen.
  “Could you two be a little quieter, some people are probably still asleep and can hear your squabble. And (Y/n) would beat my oaf of a brother any day, Stark.” Loki pipes. Crap! Is he coming this way too?! I look like crap myself. I quickly look down at myself in my shorts and my v-neck sleep shirt and my fuzzy socks. Do I have time to change my appearan-
  “Oh, speak of the devil. (Y/n)!” I hear Tony boast and I slowly turn with a small smile and wave with the spatula in my hand.
  “Whatcha cooking?” Nat asks taking a seat at the bar.
  “Indeed, it smells ravishing.” Loki states as well coming up beside me. They’re all in their pajamas has well. Tony with just a t-shirt and plaid pants, Nat in similar attire to mine and Loki whose in black pants and normal black t-shirt. If there was a price to pay for being that handsome in sleep wear, Loki would have gone broke years ago. I turn back to my omelette only to see I nearly let it overcook too long and quickly flipped it. That was close.
  “O-oh this? Ah-haha, it’s just an omelette. We had most of the ingredients for it, so I whipped some up. I still have enough if you guys want one?” I ask, keeping a real close eye on the one in front of me. 
  “If you don’t mind, I shall take one.” Loki asks politely and so does Tony and Nat. 
  “Also...uhmmm. Why was I the topic of a morning conversation?” I ask, stumbling over my words as I turn to all of them. I could smell tea and turn to see Loki stumble with the pot a bit after I mentioned it. I could hear him gasp as he stumbled.
  “Tony and I were talking about strengths in the group, obviously we don’t offer much in the magic and power department.” Nat started.
  “So like any decent human beings, we discussed those who were magically or magically possessed.” Tony continued.
  “Naturally it came down to you, Thor, Wanda, Vision, Doctor Strange, and Loki. We asked if any wanted to spar any of the others to test some theories, buuuuut-” Nat started again.
  “Wanda and Vision have plans and wasn’t interested, neither was Loki. Doc had plans with almost every hospital in town about surgeries and magic related incidents, so that left Thor and you! Thor of course eager to spar.”
  “W-well I’m flattered you guys think so highly of me, but I don’t know if I could beat Thor.”
  “You would in a heart-beat and with your arms behind your back.” Loki piped behind me. His arm slithered from behind me offering a cup of tea. A tradition we started after the tower was finished and we all started to live here, so many year ago. Its nice, some days it was just the two of us in the morning. Reading our books or making small talk about trivial things or upcoming missions. It was nice to see a softer side to Loki, after coming back it was tough on him. It took him those years to become more comfortable with me and with a new home. With New York’s attempted invasion and his reputation it took so much for the team to trust him. But because he helped us defeat Thanos, that really brought them around. He even saved my life from the blitz Thanos initiated. Wanda and I had him pinned and nearly had him if he didn’t do that, the coward.
  “W-well. I’m still new to my powers, you guys know that. I haven’t even began to see the depths in which they reach. I’ve only hit the tip of the ice-berg.” I say taking a sip of my tea in which I quickly recoil cause it’s still quite hot.
  “Ow..”
  “Still hot, darling.” Loki says blowing his. I couldn’t help but blush at the comment and I think he realized what he had said too and look down at his tea. I started back making everyone’s omelette’s and as we ate Nat and Tony continue to try and convince me of sparring Thor, he didn’t know who he’d be sparring so it’d be a surprise.
  “How about this...make this interesting. Before you start the match, we play a song, completely at random. The first person that comes to mind that connects to the song, you practice your illusionary mumbo jumbo and ta-da you get practice in while also practicing the depth of your abilities. You make it through the whole song without Thor realizing its you and I will take you on the biggest shopping spree you’ll ever have.” I choke on my tea after that bargain, because I’ve been meaning to get new books after I’ve exhausted all the ones in the tower and look Tony dead in the eyes.
  “Deal! I need new books Tony, and you’ll be buying me every book store in town if I win this!” I quickly finish the rest of my meal and rush out. 
  “Where are you going?” I hear Nat yell from the kitchen.
  “H.A.R.M. room! We are doing this right now! Grab Thor and I’ll see you all there!” I say jogging backwards to respond and nearly trip over myself. 
Moments Later in the H.A.R.M. Room
  I hid behind one of the pillars of the H.A.R.M. room while Thor entered and looks around for his opponent. I could see the observation deck where I stood and the others could see me too, Steve, Tony, Nat, Clint and Loki were all present with the biggest smirks on their faces. Through my true sight I could still see them despite the one-way mirror
  “Hold on, sparky.” He presses play on the panel in front of him and Sharped Dress Man plays across the intercoms in the room. Of course...of course this song would play out of all the songs Tony has on his musical playlist. First person that comes to mind...that was the deal. I honor my word. I chant a small spell and whisper it to myself and my body shimmers a small bit and I close my eyes. When I reopen them, I look in the reflective panel in front of me and see I’ve turned into Loki. In his black suit...that he wore a few days ago at the gala celebrating the Avengers’ victory. My face had been redder than the dress I wore that night. He looked so elegant, graceful and sharp. I look back up at the Avengers in the observation room and see all their mouths slightly ajar except for Nat who only gives me the biggest smirk I’ve ever seen her wear. She knew about my little crush on Loki, so I guess I’ve impressed her going this far. I look away, trying not to see Loki’s facial expression and step out from behind the pillar.
  “Me, brother.” My voice sounds exactly like Loki’s! The deepness with the hint of sarcasm. 
  “Loki? Well this is a surprise. I haven’t sparred you...in quite some time actually. Why are you in a suit?” Thor asks pointing Storm-Breaker at me.
  “I was trying to go to a small cafe I found near-by, but that babbling Stark wouldn’t leave me alone until I proved him wrong in a bet he made.” I lied. I have to act like Loki and match Loki’s mannerisms. 
  “So I’m guessing the the whole point is to get Stark to shut up and leave you alone.”
  “That’s the idea.” I say, putting my hands in my pocket.
  “Well. This will be quick then. I always was more battle-ready than you.”  He swings his axe fluidly and taunts me. We start to circle one another as the banter continues.
  “Is that how you remember it? I remember it quite differently, I was always getting you out of trouble and saving you when you didn’t pay attention to anything.” We continued to circle each other while the song still played over the intercoms. 
  “Don’t test me, brother.”
   “Too late for that. That’s what I do best.” I whip out two daggers as I’ve seen Loki do many times before and Thor rushes me swinging his axe right at my head and I dodge underneath his arms, slicing his abdomen in the process. He grunts and turns back again for another swipe, but I counter-block and hit his face with the hilt of my dagger. He stumbles backward taking in his bloody nose.
  “You were the brawn, I was always the brains.” I taunt and he slams his axe down on the ground and it send me flying backward into the closest wall. Electricity still running across my body as I stand. Without giving me a moment, he sends more lightning my way and I roll behind another pillar and take a deep breath. Keeping this illusion up after a hit like that sucks! I need better weapons than daggers...what else has Loki used...think (Y/n). Think!
  “What’s wrong, brother. Afraid of a little lightning?” He taunts again as his steps come closer. Staff! He’s wielded a staff before...I believe or scepter, like the one in New York. I create a replica of his scepter in my hands and come out from behind the pillar and the moment I do, an axe slams into the wall beside my head.
  “I don’t remember leaving you sore. Did I hit a nerve, Mr. Point Break?” I used Tony’s codename for Thor and I think that really sent him over the edge as the axe goes flying back to him and he lunges to meet it half way and comes slamming down on me, I barely get the scepter up in time to block it, thankfully it doesn’t dissipate in my hands from the blow like that. 
  “I’m not sure, are you still a coward of not asking (Y/n) out on your morning adventures?”
  “Pardon?” I slide out from under him and sweep his legs out with my feet and quickly bring the scepter down on his back, slamming him to the ground.
  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I think you’ve shot lightning too much through that brain of yours.”  
  He grunts as he gets up and I slowly back away to give him some space. And distance myself to think of my next move. Twirling the scepter in my hands like a bow staff. 
  “Don’t play koi with me, Loki. I’ve seen the way you look at her. Like she’s the only person on the planet, the only person in the room. Your eyes never leave her. If weren’t such a snake, you’d be a lovesick puppy right at her feet.”
  What’s he talking about?! Why would Loki stare at me, he has plenty of others gazing for his attention. I hesitated and that’s what ruined this bargain. Thor lunges at me, a spilt second too fast for me to react and slams me into the observation deck mirror, cracking it in the process and I drop my illusion.  The hit too much and my mind...in far other places.
   “(Y/n)...what...what trick is this?” I get up and take a deep breath to get air back into my lungs and see the confusion on his face.
  “It was...uhhhh...practice. I wanted to test out my abilities further. Seems I’m getting the hang of illusions.”
  “Indeed. Well then...may this fight continue on. I still have energy to spend.” With that he lunges at me again and I roll out of his way for him to punch the wall where I was standing. This wouldn’t be that bad of an idea to actually fight him now....would it?
  I quickly chant a spell and cast yellowish-white chains around him and they slowly bring him to the ground, his back still to me, but this wouldn’t hold him long. I chant another spell quickly and my hands glow the same color as orange fire whips come out from my hands right as he breaks free.
  “Taking a page from the Doctor’s book?” 
  “I’ve taken from a lot of people’s book.” I snap the whips at him and miss as he ducks and dives out of the way throwing his axe at me in the process, but I create a dark shield and block it as it bounces off and flies back to him.
  “Indeed you have.  The doctor’s and now captain’s. Who else have you took from?” I throw the shield and it hits him square in the chest. I blink over to him and land both my feet on the shield driving it further into him and send him flying backwards.
  “You, of course.” I create my own Storm-Breaker and swing as he dodges out of the way. He brings his down on mine and our hammer ends clash causing a searing sound throughout the room launching us both back into separate walls. He quick to catch himself like myself. Before he could lunge, I instinctively push to my more energy-sided abilities and clutch him in mid-space with the mixture of yellow-ish white and black circulate around him like water. 
  “Miss Scarlet Witch too?” He summons more lightning, zapping me enough to lose concentration and I take a step back to regain focus. I fall to my knees holding my head, searing pain begins to shoot through from the hit. I hear him walk over to me, slowly and he uses the axe side to lift my chin to meet his eyes, they were glowing with blue lightning and absolutely sparking. I’ve gotten him to use his full power...that’s an accomplishment in my book. But this isn’t over yet.
  One last ditch effort...I got this...I think. I jump from my kneeling position and upper-cut him in the face. While leaping out him so quickly caught him off guard and recoil from the hit, I cast duplicates of myself with my own staff in my hands that was pointed like a Wakandan spear and my duplicates encircle him. 
  “I hate this trick, I get it enough from my brother.” 
  “That’s why I like it. Its clever, its mischievous. I mean he is the literal god of mischief and he’s one of the most clever among us. Of course I’d take book of numerous tricks.” My duplicates mimic what I say causing him to be so unsure of which truly is me, but I’m right above him, ready to end this sparring session. He slashes at the one in front of him and it goes right through as the other disappear as well. 
  “You chose poorly.” I say and before he could completely face me I whack him so hard with both energy and my staff across the face I sling him into the wall much harder than ever before and he slowly drops his weapon and goes limp.
  “Thor?” I call out, no answer. Everything truly dissipates from me as I rush over to him.
  “Thor? I didn’t kill you did I?” I begin to check him and he’s still breathing. I turn to look at the observation deck and everyone is star-struck. 
  “Are you guys going to help or stand there with flies in your mouth!” I exclaim and suddenly they all start to move towards me. Steve and Tony take Thor to the medical bay and Nat comes up to me giving me a huge hug. 
  “I knew it! Stark owes me 20 bucks.”
  “You made a wager?” I laugh only to stop as a small pain stabs my side.
  “Of course. But hey, I swiped Tony’s card while he wasn’t looking so go crazy. You earned it.” She walks away after handing me the credit card leaving me and Loki in the room. 
  “You did well. Are you hurt yourself?” He asks after a moment of silence.
  “O-oh..uh. Maybe? Adrenaline is still kicked in so I may not be feeling anything right now to be sure.”
  “Well, Thor will be taking most the medical bay up with the number you did on him. I think there’s a first-aid kit in the kitchen. Come, I’ll check you to make sure.” I just nod and follow him out. Once we reach the kitchen he tells me to just sit at the island bar while he grabs it. But my mind can’t leave what Thor had taunted me with when he thought I was Loki. What did he mean by all that? I can’t even remember everything because it went by so fast.
  “Is the adrenaline starting to wear off?” He sets some alcohol, wipes and bandages down beside me as his eyes pierce into me like cool ice spheres. Being so focused on his gaze I didn’t notice the cup of tea he had set down as well. 
  “Oh..yes. I think so. My ribs are start to hurt a bit from where I think I hit the wall so many times.” I chuckle nervously rubbing a certain spot where I think it actually might be bruised. I grab the tea and thank him and take a sip, but as I lift my arm to raise it to my lips, sharp pain comes suddenly. The tea cup shatters and I only cup where it started. I feel Loki sit me back up and his hand moves my hair out of my face. I thought my breathe had been ragged before...
  “May...May I look?” I sit there for a moment wondering what he was talking about and he matches my gaze, his eyes shifting awkwardly back and forth between my shirt and my face.
  “O-oh! My-yes...sorry!” I slowly lift up my shirt to reveal my ribs. I looked down myself and see my ribs took a beating to one side and continued to my back and up a little to my arm.
  A redness started to form and Loki took his hand and place it gently on the side and I flinch away from the pain.
  “I’ll have to keep it cool if you wish for any relief.” His eyes hurt when he realized I had been hurt.
  “Sorry..yeah I know. Please, do what you have to.” He reaches slowly again to my ribs with both hands and as gently as he could placed them on the sore spots. I forced myself not to flinch away this time as a sudden coolness eased the pain away and made its way across of the parts that hurt. My body released its tension and I just leaned into his touch. He guided the arm that also was sore to wrap around his neck so I wasn’t just holding it in the air. I took the risk of glancing up at him and he seemed focused on my bruising as his eyes darts over the area. I could feel my face heat up a bit.
  “Hey..uh..Loki?” He hums a response and his eyes focus on me, but his hands never leaving my side.
  “What was Thor...what was he talking about in there?” 
  “Which part?” 
  “The part where he said you’ve stared at me?” I can feel his hands tense on my side as I asked due to the sensitivity.
  “Did I do something to offend you?” I ask looking his eyes as he focused back on my side.
  “You could never offend me, (Y/n). You are too pure for that.”
  “Then...why stare at me.” I was so afraid to ask it, but once it was out I’m more afraid of the answer.  He doesn’t answer for a bit, I don’t force him to say anything either. At some point I look away from him, thinking he wouldn’t but then I hear him sigh.
  “I-I...I just can’t seem to find a comparison..”
  “Between what?”
  “Between you and anything else on this planet. Or any planet for that matter...” I feel the heat rush to my face at that. Was that a compliment I could never pick those up...I think he saw my confusion at that and continued.
  “What I mean is that I’ve not seen anything quite as alluring or graceful as you are. You successfully stumped the god with a silver tongue.”
  “Thank you, Loki. That...that means a lot.” I give him a small smile and he keeps going.
  “It’s what made me so fond of you that..that I ended up falling in love with you...” His voice trails off and his hands leave my side to turn away from seeing my face. He must be as flustered as me because I’m shaking with anticipation.
  “You...you do? I thought that I...thought maybe I didn’t really keep your attention.”  I stutter out fidgeting with my hands now. He turns sharply at that and closes the gap between us a bit more.
  “You always have my attention. You’ve always have since I first laid eyes on you back in New York even before you found out about your lineage and abilities...and even after I destroyed half the city.”
  “Well this is strange because I could say the same to you...actually. I always thought you didn’t deserve all the scorn you got since something else had been going on. And I was right. You weren’t evil, just...misguided.” I take a risk of stepping a bit closer to him where we’re now only a few inches from each other and he stares at me as I do this, following in step where he places his hands on my face and I hold them there.
  “You doing that meant more to me than anything you could possibly know. The first to forgive me and the first to accept my permanent stay. I knew then...I could trust you and my heart started to fall before I could realize it.”
  “You took my heart before I realized I had given it too you. Thief.”
  “I am the master of mischief, darling. Stealing comes along with that.” His hand comes up and cups my cheek. 
  “Then you wouldn’t mind if I did this?” I leaned up on my toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek, the distance gone as our chests touched and my hands found their way to his waist.
  “I would ask for a bit more...maybe even...” He didn’t bother finishing as he pulled me into a kiss. The passion behind it definitely held pent up relief and love into it as I returned the favor. 
  “You looked dashing by the way when you beat my brother. I was surprised you chose me when that song played.” He whispered against my lips and I could only see the mischief in his eyes he always held.
  “Well.. you are a sharped dressed man. Best I will ever see.” Our heads lean into one another and we just stood there embracing one another, thankful that Thor actually did something smart this time.
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𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗗𝗼 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗠𝗲? | 𝗽.𝗽.
➵warnings: Substance use, language, Endgame spoilers, angst. 
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➵summary: Peter just wants to know why you hate him. 
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You never really liked Peter Parker. 
But you didn’t hate him. You couldn’t. Everyone on the Avengers team tolerated him, and some even liked him. And he was talented at what he did. But you still couldn’t bring yourself to like him. 
After the events of Thanos, you were finally brought back, and so was Peter. And Tony was happier than ever to get you home, and in his arms again. You went in and kicked ass. And the good guys won. 
But at the cost of your father’s life. 
Now that he was gone, everyone is asking who the next Ironman would be. You would think people would have been gunning on you, his own daughter, but instead, everybody looked to the boy no older than yourself. 
And jealousy raged through you, feeling put off to the side, along with trying to grieve and mourn your fathers death, all while trying to keep the world at peace. And with the Captain in retirement, along with Natasha gone, that left the team struggling to stay together. Some of the strongest members were gone, and Thor was still trying to lose that weight. 
So it all fell down to you. And sadly, also Peter. You were struggling to finish your studies in high school, as was Peter, the both of you attending the same school. While Peter had all sorts of friends, you preferred to be alone, and get through school, so you could take on more missions and important callings. 
Just like today. But today was going to be slightly different. 
“Come on, y/n, it’s just one party! It won’t kill you,” he protested as you walked into the common area of the Avengers headquarters. 
“Yes it will,” you grunted, plopping down on the couch and telling F.R.I.D.A.Y. to turn the TV on.”
“No- F.R.I.D.A.Y., turn the TV off- It’s a big party and I know you’ll have fun! Flash is throwing it but I know you can still enjoy it,”
That made you not want to go even more. Flash was arrogant, snooty, and always took your detesting glares as playing hard to get. All you knew is that he didn’t like the word ‘no’, which set up multiple red flags for you. 
“No. I said no.” you huffed, taking the remote this time and turning the TV back on, flipping through the channels was Peter let out a defeated sigh, sitting right next to you, pulling out his phone. 
But secretly, Peter didn’t want to leave the living room. And even if he was on his phone, he just wanted to be near you. 
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“Come ooonnn, y/n, please??” Peter begged over the phone, pleading with you as he tried to get you to come to the stupid party that he was already at. 
The loud music could be heard in the background, along with some masculine cheering, which you were sure was the captain of the football team. 
“Peter, no, I’m already in bed,” lie “and I’m in the middle of a book. I’ll see you when you get back to the compound,” you tried to negotiate with a clip to your voice, and the truth was you were at the compound, sitting on the couch in a pair of fuzzy socks and you really didn’t wanna get up. 
“Fine. Yeah. Fine, have fun at home, square.” he dramatically replied, obviously also not a fan of the word no.
You hated when he did that, when he tried to guilt trip you, because no matter how cheesy it was, he almost always succeeded in making you feel like shit. 
“Good night, Peter,”
And with that, you hung up. 
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You found yourself dozing off to the sound of the movie playing on the screen, the large blanket covering you making you never want to leave for the rest of your life. 
But your blissful state was halted by the sound of your phone ringing, making your eyes shoot open and lazily grabbing your cellular device and mindlessly pressing the answer button without looking at the contact name before letting out a groggy “Hello?”
“Y/n!!! Heeeyyyyy,” Peter’s loopy voice sounded off, and if you weren’t full awake already, you certainly were now. 
“Peter??” you scolded, “Are you...?”
“Having the time of my life?? Abbssolutelyyy!!” 
“Shhhhh, just-” you pinched the bridge of your nose, trying not to panic, “Where are you?”
“At the party you were too scared to come to,” he chastised, making you let out a silent sigh in annoyance. 
“Just stay there, okay, I’m coming,” you finally spoke, flipping the blanket off of yourself and getting up with get some real clothes on.
“I like it when you say you’re comi-”
And with that, you hung up the phone. 
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If there was one thing that your father had good taste in, it was his automobiles. He had many he took pride in. Especially the red ones. And if anything, the memory of your father might keep you sane. 
You punched in the address for Flash’s house, and even brought a pair of your father’s glasses, the only two E.D.I.T.Hs left. Ever. 
The drive there was speedy, and when you pulled into the driveway, your stomach dropped. A flood of teenagers crowded the house, and that was just the outside. You couldn’t imagine trying to find Peter in that mess. 
“E.D.I.T.H., find Peter for me, will you?” you spoke to your glasses. 
“Of course,” the voice responded, pausing a moment before continuing, “He’s in the living room. His alcohol levels are high.”
You groaned. You should’ve known, you shouldn’t have let him go out on his own to a party with Flash, that prick has alcohol up the ying-yang thanks to daddy’s money, shit-
Standing up out of the car, you slam the door, glasses still on, “E.D.I.T.H., show me Parker’s vitals, please,” you continued to storm towards the front door and making your way in. 
“His heartbeat is quick and his blood pressure is high, and as I said before, his alcohol levels are irrate.”
“Peter??” you called out, watching as his head popped up like a weasel’s, eyes bright as he recognized you. 
“[y/n]!!” He gasped, running over to you before wrapping his arms around you, “You came! I knew you would!”
“Yeah,” you pulled him off of you, “I came to get you. You’re drunk, Parker, we’re going home.”
“Aww, come on,” he pushed before hanging on you. 
“Peter. No. Come on, let’s go,” you pushed him off again, obviously more annoyed than before. You hated the way people were starting to look at you. 
“[y/n]! Please, don’t push me away again! Just let loose and have fun,”
Your anger brewed. And this was supposed to be the next Ironman. 
“Peter.” you scolded in the most dominant voice you could muster, making a few people around the two of you look their way, “We. Are going. Home.”
Without another word, you grabbed his hand and dragged him out, Peter protesting like a toddler, trying to pull back, but he was so drunk, he seemed weak, and unable to truly fight back. 
You reached the car, opening the door for him as he sat down, folding his arms and glaring at you as you got into the car, starting it and pulling out of the driveway and back to Queens, where hopefully you could get Peter out of trouble. 
A few good 3 minutes passed, (it felt longer thanks to Peter’s glare), and you finally spoke up. 
“Are you done staring at me like a child?” you breathed like a disappointed parent. Which was worse, acting like a mother or a child?
“I’m waiting for an apology. When I sober up, the guyyss are never going to leave alone about what you did to be back there.” he grumbled, obviously going to hold his grudge. 
“I don’t have to apologize for anything,” you gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, trying to suppress your thoughts that made you quick to anger. 
“Like hell-”
“I wasn’t the one breaking the law and underage drinking,” you growled back.
“I can’t wait till I sober up so I can show you what for. That was mortifying. You’re embarrassing.”
Out of everything you’ve been called, embarrassing was never something you were dubbed. 
Peter paused and held his breath, realizing he was blowing it with you, “Wait, [y/n], I’m sorry, I’m just-”
“It’s fine,” you dismissed, trying to keep tears from welling up in your eyes. 
“No, it can’t be, because I read somewhere that if a woman says she’s fine, she’s really not actually fine, and-”
“Peter! Just shut up, please!!” you scolded, trying not to sob, just wanting this night to go away. 
Soon after you hit a red light, and Peter just stared straight ahead, his jaw clenched, trying to think of something to say. Something to do. Anything at all to try and fix it. But thanks to the alcohol limiting the filter between his brain and his mouth, the next thing that came out of his mouth was:
“Why do you hate me?”
Your world seemed to stop for a second as you tried to compose yourself. This was the last thing you wanted him to think, no matter how vulnerable he made you feel. 
“I don’t hate you, Peter...,”
“Then what is it? Why do you push me away? Can you see that I like you? Like really really like you?”
You swallowed hard at his words. You closed your eyes and swallowed, “Peter, I don’t know what to tell you-”
“Then tell me something, please, anything-”
“I love you, Peter-” your outburst made him wince as he tried to focus and piece together your words in his drunken state, “I love you, Peter. And whenever I look at you... I see him, and I just...,” you took a deep breath to prevent the tears welling in your eyes, making you seem weak in your opinion, “I’m supposed to be the next Ironman, but the press says differently. I’m jealous of you Peter,” you shook in embarrassment as you pressed down on the gas, your cloudy vision making you swerve to stay on the road so you didn’t crash a priceless car. 
“You love me?”
“Y-yeah, I mean, I guess, I wouldn’t...,” you paused, “You aren’t going to remember this in the morning anyway,”
“No. I’m not gonna forget this. Not even if I tried,” he laughed humorlessly, leaning back in his seat. 
“Well... I guess the cat’s out of the bag,” you thought out loud, wanting to take your rant and stuff it back down your throat. 
You didn’t mean for him to find out. Not like this at least. 
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When you two got back to the compound, he gipped onto you like a kid, clinging to you and refusing to let go. At this point there was a mutual understanding between the two of you. That both of you had feelings, but it wouldn’t be discussed until the morning. 
The elevator ride made Peter look sick, the alcohol finally starting to catch up to him, and right as the doors opened, he ran inside, finding the closest bathroom. 
That poor toilet. 
You caught up to him and sat next to a sickly Peter, rubbing his back as he let everything out. He held you the best he could, not wanting you to leave his side. 
You brushed the hair away from his forehead as he leaned over the side of the toilet, groaning in discomfort as he continued to cling to you like you would slip away. After a few more times of the repeated pattern of ejecting bile, he turned to you.
“I’m tired,” he mumbled like a child. 
“Come on, Spidey, let’s get you to bed,” you gave a small smile, picking him up as you dragged him out of the bathroom and into a guest bedroom, getting him an extra shirt and sweatpants from the closet before turning around while he got changed. 
But a wrapping of arms around your waist told you he was done. You waddled him over to the bedside before sitting him down and getting him off your back. He was like a damn koala. 
You finally laid him down, pulling the covers over him snuggly, not failing to notice the longing stare coming from Peter. You gave a smile, and he smiled back. It made your heart flutter in spite of yourself. 
You shook yourself out of it, the only thing on your mind now was getting to sleep, trying to forget the conversation that was supposed to be had the next morning. 
“Goodnight, Peter.” you began to walk away, but before you could get too far away from the bed, you felt someone grab your hand. 
“Please stay,” he begged, unspilled tears in his eyes, the fear of you leaving his side the greatest concern on his mind. 
You paused. You were about to go to sleep with Peter Parker, and yet your hesitation was the only thing that was stopping you from what you had wished you had been doing for as long as you had known the boy. 
Despite the voice screaming in the back of your head to put the wall back up and your foot down, say no, and leave, your body opposed, slipping under the covers with the sniffling teenager. 
He immediately smiled and embraced you, and you knew that you would have to get used to the physical contact. He was behind you, his arms around your waist, his breath gently fanning over the nape of your neck. 
You covered the both of you up, Peter sighing. And as much as you hated to admit it, he looked adorable. 
“Parker, if you barf in my hair, you aren’t gonna wake up with eyebrows,” you were half-joking, half-serious. 
“Will do.” he laughed sluggishly, sniffling before you finally felt his breaths steady and slow, passed out with you in his arms. 
You never really liked Peter Parker. 
You loved him.
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lowkeyorloki · 3 years
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'ascent to god king' we love a loki series reference😏😏
seeing as ur literally my fav loki fic author (and a big fan of loki discourse/conversation) it would be v. cool to have your thoughts/opinion on ep. 1 of the show :')
Anonymous said: Heeey, I was wondering how you felt about the way Loki was presented on the first episode, I know it might be too early to take any definitive conclusion, but I felt they dumbed the character down a bit and he was reacting to everything in a way that didnt feel authentic, almost cartoonish, idk, even if it was for the sake of making people laugh, I though in ragnarok Loki's portrayal was more on point. I did enjoy myself though, so I'll keep watching, but that one thing was hard to ignore.
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I'm so flattered to be your fav Loki author ty king 😏 I'm v happy you noticed my subtle Loki series reference. I thought the dialogue in ep1 was top notch (I liked "this is fine Asgardian leather!!!1!" as well) and that quote "ascent to god king" was so badass and dumbass at the same time I had to express my love for it.
Honestly, I loved the show. First, Loki looks cute in his lil jumpsuit. Second, I think the show looks stunning, and I appreciate the quick beginning to everything (whenever I watch shows, I skip the pilot because I hate setup. Clearly I did not do this for the Loki show and I'm very content with that!). Also, for anyone wondering why I decided to watch after around six months of saying I wouldn't... a Loki friend told me it was good so I trusted them, lmao.
To answer the other anon's question, I don't think they dumbed Loki down. After watching the show, I talked to a friend for a little bit about how absolutely terrifying the idea of the TVA is. I couldn't even think about the idea of every single aspect of my life being planned, plotted, and out of my control. Loki is facing that in real time. If you really sit down and think about the concept of the TVA and this notion that you have literally no control in your life because it's all already planned for you, you're going to be shocked and confused. I think because this is a tv show that might be hard to grasp, but considering that is what Loki grapples with in the episode, I don't think he acts dumb at all. I think he's in shock. I would be too. Like, he is literally discovering that even though he has free will and thought, it doesn't matter because there is a group of higher beings (and remember, Loki operates under the assumption that's basically what Asgardians are) decides how his life will turn out. That's fucking insane. Being sentient but lacking control is a literal nightmare situation. I think it's only natural Loki is caught off guard.
As the angst lover I am, I adored the scenes with Mobius. He really dug into Loki, and as hard as that is for Loki as a character, it's amazing to watch as an audience member. When he said Loki was created so others could unlock the best versions of themselves... that is so devastating. My mind was reeling. There is so much analysis to be done for that line alone. (Also, Owen Wilson?????????)
Honestly, I have no qualms. I think the show is going to be great, but I also won't be surprised if this first episode ends up being my personal favorite. I like delving into the way characters perceive themselves and the way they are perceived, and that's exactly what the pilot was. I feel like Loki was held accountable for his actions while still being given the opportunity to not be "reset" and I'm excited to see how the dynamic between Loki and Mobius progresses.
Also, Casey could have defeated Thanos.
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thefallennightmare · 3 years
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Vas Prizrak-Fifteen
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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader. Slight Steve Rogers x Reader
Words: 1711 
Warnings: swearing, some smut if I’m feeling frisky, tiny bits of fluff, and a whole lot of angst.
Summary:  Bucky and Reader’s life in Wakanda had been everything they ever wanted. But when they are told about the fight that was on it’s way to them, they fear that life would be dusted away for good.
A/N: IT’S FINALLY HERE! Here comes the big fight scene! I’m sorry if it sucks, I’m terrible at writing fight scenes ha. As always, enjoy! This will be the last chapter for tonight. It’s getting real late!
TAGS: @mggpleasedontlookhere @grey-force-jedi @austynparksandpizza @lovelyladymayyy​
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“Y/N?” 
“Doll, you have to wake up.” 
“Come on love, you have to get up. 
“GET UP, Y/N!” 
My eyes snapped open with a sudden alert, fire shooting from my hands towards the man that loomed over me. 
“Hey, it’s me. It’s Steve.” He grabbed my hands, allowing me to calm my fear for a moment.
The pain had set in, deep into my bones, so I let Steve gently pull me to my feet. Our former home that was the Avengers compound laid at our feet in a pile of rubble. 
“Are you okay?” Steve questioned as he gave me a quick once over. 
“Besides the splitting headache, I’m fine. What happened?” 
He looked around, confused, before shaking his head. 
“I don’t know.” He answered. 
“When you mess with time, it tends to mess back.” Tony said coming behind us. “C’mon, you’ll see.”
He motioned towards the edge of the makeshift cliff made from the debris where Thor stood, staring down at something below. A gasp of horror fell from my lips when I saw what our current situation was; a large space ship floated idly in the sky and someone we never thought we would have to face again. 
Thanos sat waiting for something, possibly a fight. 
“How can this be? You killed him,” I mentioned to Thor. 
“I have no idea,” he shook his head, equally confused as the rest of us. 
“Where are all the stones?” Steve asked. 
“Somewhere under all of this.” 
I nodded. “Good, let’s keep it that way.”
“It’s probably a trap, right?” Thor stated. 
“I don’t much care,” Tony shrugged. 
Thor called Mjolnir and Storm breaker, lighting striking down around us, while I let the fire burn warm to my fingertips, the flames dancing in sync with the wind. Over the years, I mastered being able to let the fire burn without burning myself or extinguishing on its own. I had also mastered a few other tricks with my flames, others that no one had seen yet. 
But they were about too. 
“Let’s go kill this son of a bitch again. Properly this time,” I fumed while adjusting my mask. 
The strands of my hair had turned to flames, framing my face with a warm sensation. My feet had ascended from the ground, the flames from my hands keeping me up in the air as I floated with the wind. 
“What the hell,” Steve muttered, astonished at what he had just witnessed. 
“I see you’ve been practicing.” 
The familiar voice brought a smirk to my lips before I gave Steve my attention once more. 
“What, this?” I motioned to myself. “Pft, I’ve been doing this for years. 
While they walked their way down to Thanos, I flew above them, keeping a close distance in case they needed help.
“You couldn’t live with your own failure,” Thanos chuckled towards us. 
It was a dark chuckle that made your skin crawl in disgust. 
His speech had fallen on deaf ears as I took in the surroundings. Half of our team was missing, unsure where they had ended up after the blast. It was only us four against Thanos, surly we could handle it on our own. 
Thor’s battle cry gained my attention and within seconds we were all fighting against Thanos. 
Flames shot through my hands, blasting Thanos back against a large pile of debris, and once my feet touched down onto the dirt I cocked my head towards him. The urge to kill filled me to my core.
“You took everything from me,” I fumed. 
Thanos stood, towering over me. “I don’t even know who you are.” 
It was my turn to let out a deep chuckle. 
“Trust me, you will.” 
Raising my hands above me, I manipulated the flames making them grab a large piece of metal and threw it into Thanos’ face. A small trail of blood pooled from his forehead. 
“All that for a drop of blood,” he mused. 
“We’re just getting started,” I promised. 
We were all fighting him again, Steve tossing me his shield every once in a while to get a few good shots with it. With my flames and Tony’s beams, we held him back so Thor could smack him far away from us with his hammer. 
“So kid, any other new tricks you want to show us?” Tony jeered when we had a moment of peace. 
“A few,” I gave a quick wink. 
Moments passed, Thanos getting the upper hand on us, and with the three men scattered far away from me, I knew I was on my own until they could gain their strength once more. 
My body flew through the air towards Thanos, however, he had caught my foot and yanked me down to the ground. He grounded my body with several punches to the face and stomach, the taste of copper pooling in my mouth. He raised his large double sword above me, inches away from my chest. 
“What a pathetic excuse for a human life,” he spat. 
Pupils dilated, I stared up at him with horrendous fear for my life. Thanos was seconds away from ending it all before I even knew if our mission had worked; if Bucky had come home. 
“I didn’t train you to give up so easily.” 
The cool metal from Thanos’ sword pressed deep into my stomach, causing a high pitched banshee scream to erupt from my throat. It did absolutely nothing to phase him. 
Suddenly, he had been smacked away from me and I saw Thor’s hammer flying through the wind. Only it never reached Thor’s hand. It reached someone else entirely. 
Steve stood proudly with his shield in one hand and Mjolnir in the other.
“What the fuck,” I cursed. 
Thor’s voice came through our coms. “I knew it. I knew he was worthy.” 
Winding up the hammer, Steve ran towards Thanos and connected with his face, sending Thanos flying hundred of feet behind us. With the quick break we had, Steve slowly helped me to my feet and winced at the open wound on my stomach. 
“Doll,” he breathed. 
“You guys wanted to see all my new tricks,” I pushed his fingers away from the wound on my stomach.
With flames from my left hand, I placed it over my wound and let out a large hiss as the fire cauterized the wound closed. Even with my super healing, it would have taken a long while for that wound to heal.
“Enough about me though,” I nodded towards the hammer in his hand. “When the fuck did that happen?” 
Steve opened his mouth to speak however a yell came out of mine when I felt Thanos attack me from behind, sending me far away from Steve. My body collided hard on top of a large rock and  I slowly tried to sit up on my knees but the wind had been knocked out of me. The taste of blood still remained in my mouth and with a defeated groan, I rolled off of the rock onto the dirt. I could barely lift my head to finally look at Steve. 
“No,” I wept with the sight that had just unfolded. 
Thanos’ sword had done the unthinkable; it had broken Steve’s shield in half, pieces lying scattered around him. His body had been thrown closer to me by Thanos’ sword so I tried my best to crawl over towards him. 
“C’mon, we have to get up,” I tried my best to cheer him on. 
Our eyes locked and even though his blue iris’ shone with so much light, I knew he was scared. Steve was worried that this was the endgame; we wouldn’t be able to stop Thanos this time. 
“What I’m about to do to your tiny little planet, I’m going to enjoy it very much,” Thanos vowed. 
The sky opened above us, thousands of alien species stepping their way through their own makeshift portals.  
Steve and I both helped each other to our feet, him tightening the shield so it helped stop the bleeding on the open wound on his arm. The flames crackled to life once more at my fingertips as the two of us stood tall against Thanos’ army. 
“All of my training led you to this, doll. This is what you were meant to fight for.”
An annoyed sigh fell through my lips at the familiar voice speaking to my thoughts once more. Noticing the large rip in the left arm of my suit, I yanked it away, displaying my tattoo of the Soldat arm to anyone who chose to look at it.
“I love you Bucky, I really do, but now is not the time to hear your ghost voice in my head again,” I grumbled to myself. 
“Who said anything about a ghost voice?” 
“What?” I uttered. 
“Hey cap, you read me?” 
Steve and I both looked at one another, dumbfounded at the voice we both heard now on our coms. 
“It’s Sam. On your left.” 
Suddenly, hundreds of bright yellow circles appeared in the sky, sparking to life around us. There was one circle, however, that we had our eyes trained hard on right in front of us. There was a sense of warmth, familiarity, and love that emanated from it. The type of love that I hadn’t felt in my veins in over five years. 
A lone body stepped through while another flew over us and the reality smacked me hard in the face when I realized that Bucky’s voice wasn’t speaking to me in my mind like it had been all those times before. His soft voice had been coming through the com in my ear this entire fight. 
Standing in front of me, in the same gear he had worn the last time I laid eyes on him, was the love of my life. The man that I had spent the last five years avenging and the man that I vowed to Natasha I would save. 
“Bucky,” I breathed his name. 
I wanted to believe that it was really him but also didn’t want to get my hopes up in case I was actually seeing his ghost again. 
“I’ve missed you so much, dorogaya.” Bucky’s plump lips curled up into an eye crinkling smile.
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weird-flex-but-ok · 3 years
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'Melancholy Times'
Vol.1 - There Are Weirder Ways To Learn About Death
Guardians/Avengers x GN! Reader
Characters: Y/N [Former Guardian], Nebula, Tony Stark, Rocket Raccoon [Closest].
Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Grief, Takes place during Endgame.
X - Vol.2
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It seemed that most your whole life was just filled with bad choices. Like not following Rocket when you had the opportunity. Given the circumstances, you had naturally thought you did what was best by staying with the guys to defeat Thanos. It appeared that you may have been a bit too eager to end the Mad Titan's reign alongside your family.
Although, that was before you had all come to the realisation that the plan to apprehend Gamora from her 'father' was for nothing. Before you had witnessed Mantis sputter her only and final warning to the group. Before it escalated to the disappearance of Drax and your leader following in turn, dissipating into ashes right before your eyes. You were left speechless after watching the tragic scene unfold as the same thing happened to your other companions, Wizard and Spider-boy.
By then you had already been prepared for your own demise, alas, it never came. You cursed at whatever mystical god decided that taking what little family you had left and leaving you lonesome was some sort of clever hoax. Deceiving you. Cheating you. In spite of that, you were left with Nebula, the only remaining Guardian, by your side. Along with your Terran ally, Stark, who was in no better shape than you were. Well, emotionally anyway.
You foggily remember how after what felt like aeons of perching beside the ashes of what used to be your friends, Nebula had already made haste to lead Tony back to the Benatar and, despite your protests, was quick to then drag you onboard also.
While you remained in the ship's entryway with Tony, Nebula set her goal to fly you all off into course, getting well and far away from that d'ast planet's orbit. The plan worked momentarily, enough to get at least one jump away before the engines wiped out completely. Your coordinates were unknown, thanks to the busted transmitting systems. You were on your own.
You had to admit, you felt so indifferent to the situation, as your two crewmates lamely bickered over what their next strategy would be to get to at least somewhere planet-side. You, on the other hand, had kept mostly to yourself. Stored yourself away in your quarters for days on end trying to reconnect with your absent friends.
These attempts were made through the sketchy portable transmitter Rocket had made a while back, with the sliver of hope that they could possibly still be on Nidavellir. Although, that "hope" had started to wear really thin.
The days had been repetitive since then. There would be the occasional times the three of you appreciated each other's company and did almost anything to pass time. That was at least until the food ran out.
You had mostly stuck to drinking pretty much anything as a way to ease your starvation, giving the others the chance to eat some of their sorrows away. It wasn't exactly doing wonders for your physical health, you had to admit. Your body was pretty much starting to carve itself a new one.
You were never able to deny Nebula of shoving at least a nibble of something down your throat, even if it wasn't a pretty sight for either of you. Now that Gamora was...out of the picture, she felt that you were relatively her responsibility. Like it's what her sister would've wanted her to do. No matter how problematic.
Nebula appeared to be handling the situation better than you had expected, well, then again you weren't going assume too much. From what you've witnessed, she seemed to be really good at pushing her feelings aside. You felt as though she was taking care of you "weak Terrans" as an excuse to not have enough time to wallow in her own grief.
You resigned to observing Stark, the man who's body was chipping away at itself every day. Honestly, the more you watched him wither away, the more welcoming death seemed to be. As depressing as it sounds. He'd be mostly seen idling in the cockpit, sat ogling at his disembodied helmet, speaking to it day after day.
You hadn't actually taken into consideration how Tony must have been feeling in this predicament. It was clear by all the names he would mention that he has a family or at least friends of a sort. You couldn't help but feel sorry for the man, despite feeling sorry for you all regardless. He was galaxies away from his home. Everything he's ever known. In a way, he's completely alone.
You hadn't taken note of how long you had been floating for now. You quit the tally chart once you lost the effort to care. Quill would have given you a hard time about wrecking his 'baby' with the useless carvings, but you weren't expecting him to show up with his mardy arse any time soon.
"Y/N." You would have never thought the Luphomoid had the capacity to speak as softly as she did. "It's Stark."
You pulled your gaze away from the small glass panel that gave you a view of the Nebula of stars that you were floating by, which you hadn't looked away from for a good few hours.
The woman before you stood almost slumped, as her exhaustion had only just begun breaking her down. Her eyes had sunk far into her features, making her metallic implants seem more like they were glued to a bony canvas.
Sighing, you replied: "Has he finally managed to drive himself mad? 'Cause I think he already hit the brink of insanity five days ago."
"No. He's in and out of sleep. I think the infection is getting worse." Nebula bounced one of her legs, itching to go back and check on the Terran. "...He's not going to last much longer."
Flexing your head back and giving your arms a good stretch, you stood to your aching feet. The joints in your knees were beginning to buckle like rusty cogs in a machine. This whole starvation thing was really getting on your nerves.
"That makes three of us."
You met Nebula's gaze, despite her attempts at concealing it, the worry was etched deep in her frown. It had surprised you that she had taken such fondness of Tony, seeing as if this was to happen a year ago, Nebula would have already tossed him out of the airlock in spite of the circumstances.
"I'll give him one last check-up before we jump to any, y'know, conclusions."
You made way to the cockpit where he lay in Quill's seat, his head lolled back in pure exhaustion. Poking out from his tanked shirt was his chest that had worsened so far as to say if it wasn't for his pale layer of skin, he would look wholly skeletal.
Kneeling beside his lap, you took gentle hold of his wrist, curling your fingers to feel for any sort of pulse. Ba-dum. Faint, but still there.
"Hey, Humie." You reached out to place a cold hand upon his forehead, noting how he had succumbed to a hot flush. "We gotta wake up. It'll be three in the afternoon where you're from."
The man's eyes flickered open, his orbs finding yours with a weak groan. "First of all, last time I checked, I'm just as human as you. Secondly, fuck sleeping patterns."
"You make a valid point, Tinman." You watched as Tony drew his attention away from you to the window, squinting slightly. "Get it? Like, from The Wizard of Oz."
Tony abruptly altered his positioning, pushing himself up by the chair arms, gaze still glued to the windscreen. "Yeah. I appreciate that you know how to make a good pop-culture reference, kid, but who the hell is that?"
Before you could follow his stare, a tremendously bright light enveloped the entirety of the cockpit, beams glaring here, there and everywhere. As your eyes adjusted to the sudden rays of what you thought to be a dwarf star, you made out a feminine figure floating outside your window.
Her hair flowed way above her head like she was swimming in a murky pool, but her suit that closely parallelled a Kree soldier's uniform remained still. Her stance came across almost elegant. The figure's stare was fixed on the three of you. Examining, determining what do with her newly found novelty.
"Do we know many bright, hovering women 'round these parts?" Tony chirped up, his 'we' of course meaning Nebula and you.
"I'm here to help." The woman's accent strongly resembled American, her voice high yet affirmative. Although you couldn't assume whether that was her real voice as it sounded scrambled through the coms. "Are you guys friends of Steve Rogers? He says he's looking for a Tony Stork."
"Asshole." Tony mumbled under his breath, "If you're referring to me, it's Stark. St-ar-k. Pronunciation is key, sweetheart. Can you believe her?"
Nebula grumbled from beside you, "Is this seriously important right now?"
With a roll of her eyes, the otherworldly woman continued. "I'm here to give you a ride back to Terra. So prepare yourself, by the looks of your oxygen levels, this trip is going to have to be swift."
With that, she hastily flew her way to the other end of the ship, applied a great amount of pressure with much ease. Soon enough, the ship made a dash through the vastness of space, stars darting by in a flash.
Not having the chance to be seated, Nebula fixed her stance with her metallic arm viced to one of the chairs. As for yourself, you were whipped back by the sheer force with your body colliding into the freezing aluminium flooring. You groaned as your elbows were the first to come into contact with the ground.
"My elbows feel like static TV, guys."
Your arrival on Earth came before you felt you had time to process the fact that you were actually back here, without the rest of your family. You rose hesitantly from the position you acquainted to on the ground, eyes wide as you inspected the area your ship was being dropped into.
It was dark, for one. Mist coated the dimly-lit sky, ghosting out of the entanglement of trees. A gush of wind blew through the shamrock grass as the spacewoman parked the ship in a lawn accompanied by a large establishment.
The three of you shared a momentary look of awareness before hurriedly scrambling to exit the cockpit, making way to the airlock.
Now, in the fresh air, your lungs expanded as if on an automatic refill. The cold air hitting the back of your throat resulted in a chill rippling down your spine.
'Yep, that's Earth's air alright'.
While you were taking in your semi-familiar surroundings, Nebula stayed beside you while Tony spoke to those who were spewing out from the building before you.
Your gaze flickered from one wary person to the other, withdrawing at the first perplexed glare that was sent your way. You didn't think you could ever feel as useless as you did now. Like a lost child who was being held up by complete strangers until their supposed Guardians came.
But now there wasn't any left.
"Y/N?"
That gruff voice definitely caught your attention.
Lowering your gaze, you caught sight of the raccoon himself as he weaved himself through the sea of legs. Why was he here on the planet you would've least expected him to be on? You had no idea. But because of your circumstances, you were gonna take any luck you could get.
"You gotta be shitting me." A grin of solace was plastered on his face as he neared towards where you stood, "You have no idea how great it is to finally see your ugly mugs! I-" then having it fall entirely in mid-haste as he saw no sign of the rest of your family piling out of the ship to oppose his greeting.
"Wha- Did they..." His eyes clung to yours, searching for any strand of a hopeful answer. He watched as you gaped at his form, your eyes flickering from him to the area around where he stood.
No comment needed. Not that you'd be able to give him one anyway, despite your hanging jaw, you were incapable of stringing together a sentence.
Coming to the realisation that his prediction was correct, Rocket choked out a staggered breath, roughly grasping at the fur above his brows. "No, no, no. Oh fuck."
Given by his clear distress, Groot's absence became more and more apparent to you by the second. Your heart lurched at the sudden awareness that you weren't the only one dealing with such misfortune. You were lucky enough that you hadn't been living off of the misconception that you hadn't lost your entire family.
You took a short and shaky stride towards the Benetar's steps, perching on the ledge closest to the ground. A sense of guilt and remorse overwhelmed you.
How could you have been so melancholy? When it was your friend who had lost Groot, again, and was left lonesome on a planet this entire time. How could you have been so selfish to think you had it bad?
"I should've gone with you." You managed to blurt, your bottom lip quivering and you crossed your arms firmly against your chest. You had to resist the urge to vomit.
Halting his frantic muttering, Rocket stopped in front you, the fur on his cheeks damp. "N-no you can't-"
His voice hitched, gulping down a sob before continuing. "Don't fucking blame yourself. For once, this was something out of our control, okay?"
"I-" You couldn't hold back your cries any longer. Supporting your head up by resting your forehead in your palm, as your tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down your face. "I just want them back."
Surprisingly, on his own accord, Rocket cradled your head, vicing it to his chest from where he stood. He sobbed unceasingly into your hair, claws clutching at the hem of your shirt and his body moving along with every shake of your shoulders.
A tiny lapse let him pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before he collapsed again, his howls of misery worsening. The pain must have come in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling him back into the outstretched arms of his grief.
You felt the muscles of your chin tremble like a small child, the familiar taste of salt collecting in the corners of your mouth. Why in Gods name did this have to happen? Why?
"I want to go home."
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wrestlingbabe · 4 years
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Old Mistakes.
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Bucky Barnes/Reader- An old fling resurfaces making you question everything.
Warnings: slight choking, slight/alot angst,smutty too
(This is my first piece of writing in a year or two so let me know what you think. Criticism is welcomed and also like I have a praise thing so if you liked it PLEASE let me know!)
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It had been awhile since you had seen him. You two had a “fling” soon after Thanos was defeated. All of it was short lived and you left, move to a different state to get away from old problems. You felt it was the right move to leave and start over, but soon some of that old drama resurfaced. Fury reached out to you for an assignment, he said, “One, just like old times, thats all I’m asking.” You rolled you eyes because you knew damn well it wasn’t just going to be ONE. You weren't told much but that wasn’t new, you were told where to meet, when and that someone from the team would be joining you. As you arrived at the address, you let out a small sigh, of course, Fury didn’t know about your fling with him but it didn’t really matter now, business is business and you'll do whatever it takes to finish the job.
 You placed the car in park and rolled down the window. You wanted to speak but you were worried that you voice might crack. You tilted you head and barely spoke, “James.”
 Bucky stood there and smiled at you, “Doll, you can still call me Bucky.” You smirked at the pet name before realizing it and dropping your mouth into a small frown, “Come in so I can explain everything.” Bucky nodded his head back towards the apartment building.
 You gave out a big breath before looking at him again, “Give me a second.” He smiled as you rolled up the window. You sat there for a moment staring at the road in front of you, “You could leave. You could drive away and it wouldn't be a problem.” Your thoughts were running through you head when you heard a knock on the window.
 “Don't think about leaving!” Bucky's voice muffled by the window.
 You looked over at him to roll your eyes but stopped when you saw him fixing his hair in the reflection. Goosebumps erupted on your skin, your bodies way of telling you that whatever you had between you two, wasn't dead. 
 You pulled the keys out of the ignition while opening the door, “Fury has a funny sense of humor wouldn't you say?” You chuckled under your breath as you closed the door and locked the car, “Calling me out of nowhere and asking me for a “favor.” Your fingers making quotations around the word.
 Bucky gave you one of his smirks as he rolled his eyes, “Well I guess it’s for a good reason. Maybe it’s fate bringing us back together?” He raised his eyebrows as you shook your head, “Well we’ll see.”
Bucky grabbed the door for you as the two of you headed up towards the second floor, “Its to the right. D27.”
 “You got yourself a place?” You didn’t mean to sound so shocked but the last time you had seen him, he wasn’t in the best state of mind. Steve had just left and Bucky felt like the team wasn’t a team anymore. He said something along the lines of “the puzzles missing too many pieces.” It hurt you to hear him say it, because no matter what you did, he was true in a way. You stayed with him during this time and you felt there wasn’t anything you could do! You did everything but finally had to turn to Fury for help. You hoped that he could do something you couldn’t and whatever he said seemed to have worked but Bucky wasn’t happy with your decision to get him involved.
~Months before~
 “I’M FINE! I DIDN’T NEED HIM TO BE HERE FOR ME.” Bucky’s temper was spilling over and you felt smaller than ever.
 “I did what I thought would be helpful. You didn’t want my help but you needed it so badly. You didn’t eat, sleep. Hell, you barely spoke to me. James I was worried for you. We were all worried for you.” The last word cracked as the tears you were holding back started to fall, gently hitting your cheek.
 Bucky quickly turned around and his face dropped, “I just want Steve to be back, to be around and to be here with me.” His head dropped and he looked to the ground, “I just don’t know what to do. I just can’t do this right now. I don’t want to keep putting you through this. I feel like it would be selfish to drag you along.”
 You eyes widened as you heard what he said, “Buck? Wait, no! I want to be here, we’ve been something for sometime, I’m just not going to leave.” You could hear the desperation in your voice as you looked at him. You knew this was goodbye even if neither of you really wanted it.”
 “I think that would be best though.”
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 You shook your head quickly, trying to get the thoughts out of your mind as Bucky brushed past you, “Oh yeah! It’s not much but it’s good for right now.” You smiled a little as you imagined a domesticated Bucky. Your giggle was a little more louder than you wanted and Bucky noticed it, “Why are you laughing?” He asked as he fumbled with the keys.
 “Do you own an apron? Do you wear it when you cook eggs?” Bucky rolled his eyes at your question. You couldn't help but to smile as he opened the door and beckoned you in. As the door opened you were taken over by the sweet smell of vanilla or was it cinnamon? Your brain felt fogging as the curtains let in a stream of sunlight in the little living room, showing off the music in the corner and books stacked on the coffee table, “It fits you.” It was barely a whisper but Bucky saw the look in your eyes.
 “I got it once I got back on my feet.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he shut the door behind you, “If I can be honest with you, I wanted to call you. I wanted nothing more than to have you here with me, wrapped up together on the couch watching whatever you want because lets be real, I’ll say I won't like it but I’ll be just as obsessed as you.” He brought his hands up to cup your jaw. You didn't want to, you didn’t want to lean into his hands. The pain you felt from having your heart torn apart but god it felt like home.
 “I wanted to be here with you.” You looked up at him and was slightly taken back to see tears falling, “I want to be here wrapped up with you. I want us to be in the kitchen cooking and making a mess but you stopped all of that from happening and I understand why you did it I really do but... I wanted to be here to help.” The last few words jumbled as a small sob fell from your mouth. You knew you were ugly crying but he didn’t get to see that side of you. He didn’t get to see the nights that you stayed up all night crying and pacing around worried about if he was okay. Phone calls after phone calls straight to voicemail, destroying all the hope you had. You relied on Fury for updates on him but you knew he wouldn’t relay a message. After the last update, you were sure that was the last time you were ever going to hear about or from Bucky.
 You grabbed Bucky’s hands and rested your head on his chest, “I feel so torn right now. I love you and always have but what if something like this happens again are you just going to get up and leave me?” 
 Bucky looked down not being able to see you cry like this, “I know you understand why I did it and I realized I could of handled it differently. I’ve learned how to deal with things and how to handle situations and I wish I could put into words how sorry I am but nothing will ever fix your heart. I have a lot of work to do but please, let me make this right now.” His words sounded so little and you knew that he was just as heartbroken as you.
 You let out a big sigh before looking up to the ceiling, “I’m going to kick your butt Barnes.” You wrapped your arms around his waist as Bucky let out a chuckle.
“I’ll take that as a yes?” Bucky asked as he rested his chin on the top of your head. You nodded against him and let out a squeal as you felt your feet lift off the ground.
 “PUT ME DOWN!” You were out of breath from laughing and as you got back onto the ground you looked up at Bucky, “Are you going to show me the rest of the place?”
 He smiled before grabbing your arm and dragging you around the small apartment, “This is the kitchen we can cook here and this is the bathroom. It’s small but the bathtub is amazing!” His words started to jumble together as he showed you around speaking way too fast for you to comprehend most of what he said, “I tried to keep a cactus alive but it died and I felt bad, but anyways here is the bedroom.”
 Your mouth dropped a little as you took in the room. The only source of light was a lamp on the bedside table. He had papers scattered on the floor in the corner next to the desk and the bed took up most of the room. You stepped forward hesitantly as if you were asking permission to walk into “his” space.
 “It fits you perfectly.” You felt that knowing feeling from earlier and decided to take a chance. You walked up to Bucky and placed your hand on his jaw before standing on your tippy toes and gave him a quick peck.
 The moment you pulled away he gave you that smirk that always made your heart skip a beat, “You should do that again.” He whispered as you leaned forward again but this time his hand came to your lower back, pulling you into him.
 You let out a small gasp as you felt his hard body against yours. You missed the warmth he gave off and you quickly deepened the kiss. You ran your tongue gently over his bottom lip begging for him to do more. He smiled against your lips before pushing you up against the wall. You moaned as he pressed up against you, allowing you to feel just how hard he was.
 “Mhmm bed.... the bed.” You barely got the words out as Bucky started to kiss your neck, “oh.” He knew that was your weak spot. The area that always made you weak in the knees.
You gently tried to shove him on the bed but he was much quicker than you and before you know it your back hit the comfortable be, “Hey! I was trying to make a move.” You smiled a little bit. You missed it. You missed him and everything you two had. 
You were brought out of your thoughts by a chuckle, “I didn’t know you still thought about me that way.” Your could feel your face heat up as you realized you had said it out loud. You felt the bed dip as Bucky spread your legs and wrapped them around his waist, “Don’t worry though, I was thinking the same thing.” He rest his head on your shoulder, sucking the exposed area, “Can I take this off?” He asked as he pushed your shirt up further.
  Your breath was already shaky and you sounded pathetic as you whimpered, “Yes. Oh please do!” Bucky smirked at you before slowly pushing your shirt up. He was teasing you. After all this time he was teasing you. You could feel yourself getting frustrated as he left little kisses on your abdomen, making you squirm. You couldn’t help yourself as you grabbed the bottom of your shirt and pulled it over your head, “I’LL DO IT MYSELF.”
Bucky’s eyes grew wide as you quickly pulled at his shirt, “Woah! Doll slow down, we have all the time in the world.” You shook your head as you pulled the material over his head. You could feel tears coming again, because yeah, you did have all the time in the world but what about all the time between, “Hey. Look at me.” Bucky grabbed your chin and made you face him, “It’s okay. I’m here and I'm not leaving again.” He laid his body against yours and pushed your bra down.
 You let out a sigh as you felt his mouth encase one of your nipples, “Oh James!” You could feel him smile against your skin as you said his name. He brought his other hand up, pinching your other nipple and rolling the bud between his thumb and pointer finger. You could feel yourself getting wetter. You wanted him so badly.
 You trailed your fingers down his back, trying to leave a few marks. Bucky hissed at the slight pain and started to tug at the pants you were wearing. You helped him out by lifting your hips up and wiggling out of the pants. Bucky took a sharp breath in when he saw your light blue panties, “Those are nice!” His head tilted to the side some before tracing his finger over the wet spot that had formed, “But that is even nicer.”
 You could see his bulge straining against his pants and brought your hand to it. Bucky dropped his head as a small moan fell from his lips, “Take them off.” Bucky raised an eyebrow at your demeanor, you were basically commanding him now, and he kind of liked it. He got up from the bed and basically tore his pants and boxer right off. He went to get on the bed but you raised your hand before he could, “Stand there, I want to try something.” You got up on your knees and brought your face towards his hard member. One of your hands went up to cup his balls, making his knees buckle, “Oh. Did you like that?” You glanced up at him and smiled as you saw just how blown his pupils were. You leaned forward and give his tip a kitten lick, “I mean its not like I forgot what you liked.”
Bucky moaned when he heard your words and couldn’t help himself. His hands fell to the back of your head before lacing in between your hair, “Please! Baby please suck my cock.” He was a mess but it had been a while and he was already on edge. You moaned as you licked from his balls up to his tip before wrapping your lips around him. Bucky’s hips jutted forwards as his mouth dropped. You brought your hands to his hips to help keep a steady pace as he slowly fucked your mouth.
 You loved doing this, it made you feel a certain way that you could make him feel like this, to make him feel so needy but yet in charge. You moaned and your eyes rolled back as his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag a little. Bucky pulled back before grabbing your cheeks between his hand, “Lay down! I want you now!” 
 The words excited you as you lay back down onto the bed. You slowly spread your legs before laying your hand on your clit. Bucky watched as you started to rub it in gentle circles, “It feels so good.” You sighed as you slipped a finger into your wet entrance, “I’m so-o wet.” You looked up to see Bucky practically drooling. When he glanced up at you, you winked at him and that was all it took.
 Bucky let out something like a growl, letting you know you were in for it, “I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you, now.” Bucky placed a hand beside you face as you wrapped your legs around him, “You ready?” You nodded your head, while bitting your lip. It had been sometime and Bucky always stretched you out. You honestly had missed the feeling. You felt his tip nudge against your entrance before he pushed all the way in. Both of you let out a string of profanity before he slowly started moving his hips.
 You groaned at the slow pace, craving for more, “Buck please-e move faster.” You were whimpering at this point as he gave a small huff and started to move his hips faster. He grabbed the backs of your legs and pushed them towards your chest. His cock dragged over your spot causing your eyes to roll back and your toes to curl, “Oooh shit.” You clenched around him making him lose rhythm for a moment.
 “Fuck baby if you keep doing that I’m going to cum, and we just started.” Bucky threw his head back as he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into you. Your breath caught in your throat as you brought your hand back to your clit, “Oh so you want me to cum that quick?” Bucky looked amused as your face scrunched up as you clenched around him, “You’re close, I can feel it.” You let out a small whine as he quickened his thrust.
 “Oh oh oh pleeeease don’t stop. Keep hitting right there please!” You knew begging was something that Bucky liked and when he brought his hand to your throat you knew he was close. You started to push yourself against him, meeting his thrust, “I’m so close! I’m so close! OH FUCK!” You rubbed your clit as your orgasm crashed through you. Your back lifting off the bed as you dropped your hand and clenched the sheets, “Oh no no no no!” You felt Bucky’s rough fingers on the place you just had yours. You let out a small whine as you could feel yourself starting to build another orgasm up.
 “That’s it doll! Cum for me again!” Bucky’s thrust were erratic as he felt you clench around him. Moans, your name and profanities fell from his mouth as you came around him. Bucky’s mouth fell open as he pulled out and came on your stomach and breast, “Oh god.” He sunk back on his legs as he tried to catch his breath.
 You smiled as you looked up at him, “Well that wasn’t what  I was expecting coming here today.” You swirled one of your fingers in the mess on your breast and brought it to your mouth making a groan fall from his lips, “But I’m glad it happened.” Bucky chuckled before grabbing his shirt and wiping you off. You went to get up but Bucky pulled up back onto the bed before wrapping his arms around you.
 “Stay with me tonight. I don’t want you to go.” Bucky brought his hand to your jaw as he place a soft kiss on your lips, “I don't want you to ever go again! I’m so sorry for what happened before.” You smiled at him before resting your head on his arm.
 “I’ll never leave again.”
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lightneverfades · 3 years
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Frostiron AU (WandaVision) -  Episode 9
Here’s a few more of the WandaVision Frostiron AU I made! :)
Storyline: (Contains Spoilers)
< Story is set in an alternate universe set after Thanos is defeated >
Loki is alive, lives through the events of End Game but loses Tony in the fight when Tony sacrifices himself to use the Infinity Stones. Loki can’t cope with what’s happened and resurrects Tony from the dead and creates an alternate reality where they are in a sitcom, living as a happy couple... to shut out the real world.
Note: The fic is a continuation of this post and this post!
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“Stark...” Loki whispered, as the green, static walls started to slither towards their home. He’d done what he swore he would not do - he had dismantled the world he’d created to save the man he’d brought back from the dead. He shouldn’t have, and yet he did it, because Tony had asked him to be a better man… To be more than the god of mischief, a creature of lies that he, Loki Laufeyson, had used to hide his true self behind for centuries until he’d met Tony Stark, a mere mortal that had gone and done his own dismantling, melting the ice in Loki’s veins. 
The first time he’d met the quick-witted, charming mortal with his spontaneous, almost chaotic genius, Loki hadn’t been himself. But even then, the Loki that had been under the Mind Stone’s influence had noticed how unique this man was, even as he rebelled against him. 
After his defeat and thus regaining his consciousness back from the Mind Stone, he’d been fortunate -or perhaps unfortunate the first time around- to find himself in Tony’s company more times than he’d liked. Numerous times Loki dreamed of trying to kill Tony just for the incessant frustration the smart man could conjure up in him, but the more he tried, the further Loki was thwarted until these schemes of mischief and possible murder ended up with a glass of whiskey in his hand. 
Before long, Loki was repeating the man’s surname with more fondness than he thought himself ever capable of for another living creature. It wasn’t long before he started helping Tony on the little things, eventually gaining himself a pardon from S.H.I.E.L.D and the U.S. government. He wasn’t free per say, but becoming a ‘valuable asset’, as Tony put it, to entice those with power and money, would definitely be better than finding an enemy in a god who was capable of causing much mischief and chaos. 
Loki could still remember the way Tony had winked at him and his teeth shone with a smirk, causing Loki to scowl, but inside he’d felt far from annoyed. His fool of a lover, who he had come to know as ‘Stark’, ‘Tony’, ‘Man of Iron’ and then ‘Anthony’ in their tender and private moments, was vouching for him. And that was enough to cause him to smile at the end of the tedious meeting with Fury and the rest of the Avengers team, his brother included, who’d given him a long stare. Loki had laughed like a child with Tony when they’d finally got a chance to curl up together, embracing each other in the comforts of Stark’s silk beds and put Loki’s new freedom to good use by making love. 
Then Thanos had come into the picture, changing everything and turning their world inside out. Loki saw the world shrink and divide the Avengers. He knew he had been one of the lucky few; Thanos had spared Stark’s life. He had been grateful he hadn’t been disintegrated along with the rest of the world. 
Loki had been able to reunite with Tony when the Titan had taken fifty percent of the population from all planets of the universe and called it ‘peace’. While Loki hadn’t quite cared as much about reviving the lives of those lost, he knew Tony was. When ‘hope’ in the name of ‘Ant Man’ came knocking on their door, disturbing the quiet and harmony Loki had established in their humble little cabin, they’d fought. What good was it to bring back those already lost when he, Loki, already had everything he wanted? He was selfish and every part of him wanted nothing to do with helping the Avengers. He’d almost been able to persuade Tony, but then he’d found the genius working away in his workshop, solving an equation that could lead to time travel… and thats when Loki knew Tony wouldn’t stop, now that he knew there was a possibility he could have helped. No amount of reasoning and pleading would have helped. 
The day they faced Thanos together, Loki had felt a wriggle of trepidation but he’d decided to ignore it. Pride blossomed in him; he’d never felt more proud to stand by Tony’s side as they fought the beasts that tried to bring them down. It was only when Loki saw the look in Tony’s eyes when the man went to pry the gauntlet off of Thanos did he regret all of the decisions he’d made. The world crashed and burned, ashes of its aftermath basked and settled on his shoulders as Tony’s sacrifice saved the lives of all but the man who made it.
How dare you leave me here! What about me, Stark! What have you done! Loki raged even as his anger ebbed away, replaced with tremors of agony and sorrow. A cry so forlorn and riddled with despair left his lips as Loki cradled the body that barely contained enough life to keep his Tony alive.
“Lo..k...i...” Tony’s last breath had trailed off with his name on his lips.
Now here he was... standing before Tony, both palms touching the shorter man’s cheeks and feeling wet tears on his skin even as Loki felt his own slip from the corners of his eyes. 
“I’m sorry, Lokes,” Tony spoke and both of them knew what his words meant; he was sorry for asking Loki to be good, selfless and ultimately causing their own happiness to come untethered. In a few minutes, Loki knew the chaos magic he’d stretched out to envelop Westview will converge back to him, and he would lose Tony once more. 
“I had hoped we’ll have more time...” Loki admitted, and he could saw the look of pain in Tony’s eyes as he wiped the warm trail of tears off of Tony’s rugged cheeks.
“I never meant to leave you, Loki, you gotta know that. You’re the reason I did what I did back then, and I don’t regret it. Not while you’re standing here in front of me,” Tony said, his eyebrows furrowing. He gripped Loki’s waist tighter, pulling him closer, unwilling to let go of him.
“I know, Stark.” 
The sound of static was so close now that Loki could hear it crackling away as if it were right at his ear. Urgently he caught Tony’s lips in a kiss, and that only made his actions more desperate, his hands brushing into Tony’s hair as the man reciprocated him in kind. They weren’t just one whole of two pieces; Loki felt as if every moment he was tangled in Tony’s embrace, he were being molded, like iron being smelted into shape to reform around this source of heat.
“I assure you, Stark. The sun will shine on us again…” Loki whispered.
“I love you,” Tony breathed, the sadness making way for acceptance as well as he stole another kiss, even as the world around them started to dissolve. 
Piece by fragmented piece, Loki felt the magic he’d created start to dissolve back into its original space and with it, absorbing the life he’d given back to Stark. He held Tony, even as he saw the bravery in the man’s eyes. 
“I’ll see you again, Reindeer games.” 
It ended quickly, the house they’d lived in in Westview disappearing, becoming nothing more than a plot of land again. A hush settled as Loki held Tony’s body in his arms, the heavy weight of the man without the essence of his soul pressing into him as the loss sank its claws within him. But unlike the first time Loki lost Tony, he wasn’t voicing his pain. He clung silently, letting the wave of grief washing over him.
Loki didn’t know how long he knelt there, but when he finally came back to himself, the day was already dimming and the sunrise was starting to set. The orange glow that bleached the ground and shadowed over him caused his heart to clench tightly at the sight of it. Setting Tony down gently on the soft dirt, he used his magic and returned his body back to where he belonged. The body shimmered and glowed under the sunrise before vanishing.
Slowly, Loki got to his feet and looking back at the hues of darkness that started to ebb away at the sunrise, he turned his back and left, his magic glimmering in its wake. 
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alirhi · 3 years
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WF chapter 18
Title: Winter's Frost Chapter: 18/? Fandom: MCU Rating: R to be on the safe side Pairing: Loki/Bucky Summary: Loki never told anyone the real reason he became so obsessed with Midgard. Much better to let them think he wanted to hurt his brother than draw their attention to the one thing in the universe that makes the God of Mischief truly vulnerable.
"If I hadn't carefully orchestrated it myself, I'd be deeply embarrassed that I was defeated by this band of buffoons!"
Bucky shook his head, hiding a smile as he ran his fingers through Loki's dark hair. "Just because you're a genius doesn't mean they're idiots. They might prove helpful."
Rolling his eyes, Loki grumbled, "It took them three days and the deaths of eighty innocent people to even bother trying to assemble a team."
"And who killed those people?"
He tensed. "A building collapsed on them! It was hardly my fault. Though they were quick to assign the blame to me, of course."
"If a building collapsed on them, can you really blame The Avengers for not rallying in time to save them?"
"James?"
"Hm?"
Shaking his head, he framed his lover's infuriatingly pretty face with both hands and kissed him. "Do be a dear and shut up."
Bucky smirked. "Put my mouth to better use, then."
"Haven't I already?"
"Alright, that's enough!" Stark chose that moment to burst through the door he'd locked them behind so he and the other Avengers could argue uninterrupted. "Frosty, Manchurian Candidate, you're up. And quit slobbering all over each other! I didn't put you in here to make a porno."
"I didn't ask you to film us," Loki shot back, his playful smirk turning into a grin when he felt Bucky tense and shake beneath him with suppressed laughter.
"Can he even consent?" He glanced at Bucky. "Can you even...? Do you even know what sex is? Just how scrambled is your brain?"
"I've got a kid," Bucky reminded him, all amusement gone from his suddenly steely expression. "I think I've got a pretty good handle on the process, yeah. My memory's spotty at best, but I'm not a robot." Under his breath, he grumbled, "Just make sure Natalia-sorry, Natasha – sticks to English, and we'll be fine."
"No one will ever use those words against you again," Loki swore, letting out an irritated huff at Stark's pointed look and making a grand show of his reluctance to comply as he peeled himself off of his beloved's lap. "Well? What is it you need?"
"Information. What this Thanos guy is after, where he's going, how long we've got... We need to know what you know."
"In general? We haven't that much time." Bucky pinched his arm and Loki rolled his eyes again. "Pertaining to the issue at hand, I'm afraid I've very little to offer." Still, he and Bucky followed Stark back out into the main room, hand in hand, to face the rest of the rather tense people who still believed Loki had been trying to kill them only a week earlier.
"Why should we trust you?" Banner asked him point-blank before he'd even reached the table the others were seated around.
Loki snorted. "Oh, heavens, don't! Never trust anyone."
"Loki..."
Sighing, he gave Thor a snarky look and went on, "If I think there's even a chance your deaths will save my family, I will not hesitate to push any one of you in front of a blade or blast. My partner and daughter are my priority, first and always."
"For the record," Bucky piped up somewhat timidly, even adorably raising his hand like a schoolchild. He cast Rogers an apologetic look and mumbled, "Same. I love you, Steve – I barely remember you, but I love you like a very annoying kid brother. But if it ever comes to a choice between saving you or Eira, you're a human shield and I'm running very far away with her."
To his credit, Rogers laughed and ruffled his childhood friend's hair. "Even without your memories, you're still the same protective, pragmatic Buck. I wouldn't have it any other way. Anyone here take issue with parents prioritizing their child's life?"
Thor chuckled, looking uncomfortable. "I'll happily smack some sense into anyone who does. She's a baby; there should never be a second's hesitation."
"Speaking of shields," Loki cut in, hiding a surprised smile at the unexpected support and attempting to get the conversation back on track, "are we going to address the issue of HYDRA operatives within SHIELD's ranks as a group, or am I left to indiscriminately annihilate them all myself?"
"What?!"
"HYDRA infiltrated SHIELD?!"
"I keep telling you not to trust those shady government types."
"Fury's one of those 'shady government types' and he saved your ass, Stark!"
"Oh, did he? Is that what you call firing a nuke at New York City?"
"Fury didn't do that and you know it!"
"Um, no. I don't know that, actually. What I know is that your bosses tried to level Manhattan and I almost died on the wrong side of a wormhole to space, so trusting them? Not high on my list right now."
"For Frigga's sake!" Loki shouted, dropping his head into his hands. "No bloody wonder you people needed my help to 'defeat' me!"
Five incredulous stares – along with one embarrassed and one greatly amused – met this exclamation. Grateful that the stares at least came with silence, he began ticking points off on his fingers as he spoke. "Creating a scene in Germany so I'd be easy to find, allowing you to 'capture' me..." ensuring Thor's relative safety while getting him out of my way. Even with their gradually mending relationship, he'd never admit that aloud. Allowing the thought to pass by unvoiced, he skipped to the next: "Keeping that vessel you were on from falling apart or crashing before you could repair the turbine, setting up the portal in the most painfully obvious place on your little planet! Waiting around for you to catch up, ensuring Stark had safeguards in place before ejecting him out of a window so he wouldn't die – I quite like you, Stark. I would truly have hated to see you splattered on the pavement."
"Um... Thanks?"
Romanov was still staring at him as though he'd grown another head. He was tempted to do so, just to see if the saying proved true, or if her expression would actually change. "So you're saying you lost on purpose?"
"Oh, did you think five little humans actually brought down a God?" The mocking smile he gave her, and her sour look in return, brought him such immense joy that for a brief, shining moment, he almost forgot that the entire universe was in mortal peril. "That is adorable."
For the briefest of moments, he'd also forgotten about Banner. He cringed when from the other end of the table he heard a quiet, "Should I let the other guy out to play and see how 'adorable' you still think we are?"
"Even the beast won't be able to stand against Thanos," Loki pointed out, hiding his discomfort and getting back to the main topic. "And now that you have two of the artifacts he's hunting for, he'll be coming straight for you."
"No, we don't." Barton's tone started out casually dismissive, but grew more concerned as he went on. "I mean, they're here on the planet, but we don't have them."
Everyone seated around the table seemed to realize the full implications of the shit storm ahead of them at once. As expressions crumbled from bored or concerned to alarmed and then to an odd combination of panicked and weary, Romanov groaned. "SHIELD has them."
Loki was beginning to think he should simply glue his hand to his face. "I hate you all."
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elencelebrindal · 4 years
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Gold Saints Power Ranked
So, according to the conversation I had with my friends, that started the previous post about Shaka, this is the result. I am trying to be realistic here, as much as Saint Seiya can allow me. So, no pot bullshit and no miraculous victory for the sake of the show.
Only five of them are properly ranked. All the other ones fall under the same category, sort of.  Mostly anime based, but there’s a few canon information from the manga as well. I wanted to be as thorough as possible. 
Under the cut so if you’re not interested you don’t need to scroll down like a madman. This is a really long post, and it contains all the stuff I’ve written over time plus the conclusions I’ve got from talking about this with my friends. 
I will hopefully be back with the honest opinions maybe on Wednesday. It depends on what happens the day before. 
#1 Virgo Shaka
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“The man closest to god” If this alone doesn’t convince you that he’s the most powerful of the Gold Saints, remember what the premise of this character is.  Eyes closed as to stockpile huge amounts of cosmo, almost a literal deity who has Buddha with him, feared by everyone at the Sanctuary, his “death” shocked every single Saint in a five mile radius.  He used the Athena Exclamation to awaken the Eight Sense and travel to the Underworld, instead of... you know, just being annihilated from existence thanks to the power of the Big Bang. 
He wasn’t the strongest Gold Saint in the past, being overpowered by Aiolos and the twins, but became the most powerful (especially in terms of cosmo) thanks to constant training and refining.  Moreover, he has 13 years of training more that Aiolos, and possibly a good amount of training more than Saga (because come on, you really think he thought about becoming stronger during his tyranny?) and Kanon (was trapped in Cape Sounion for more that 5 minutes, I believe).
All of his techniques are terrifying. His illusions are straight-up dangerous, almost impossible to overcome, and he can get rid of a person’s five and/or six senses in the blink of an eye.  Not even Saga, Camus and Shura, who knew him and were still as powerful as they were before dying, could escape from that. 
#2 Saga & Kanon
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Yes, they are more powerful than Aiolos. Why, you ask? Canonically, Saga is the strongest Gold Saint of his generation and the most powerful Saint to have ever served Athena. Kanon is basically the same. They’re not the actual strongest Saints just because it’s really illogical for them to be better than Shaka, and I’m not going 100% canon here, but somewhat 50/50 between canon and “realism”.  And...  Well, they’re been alive for longer. For the same exact reason, by the Hades Chapter, Kanon is way stronger than Saga, even though they’ve been on the same level until Saga’s death during the Sanctuary Arc. There’s no way I’ll believe that Kanon didn’t get stronger during the time Saga was dead. It’s unrealistic. 
They both have incredible mind controlling power, a claim backed up by the Demon Emperor Fist (Saga successfully mind-controlled Aiolia with this, while Kanon did the same with both Lune and Rhadamanthys), and they're able to conjure extremely powerful illusions.  They’re obviously not on Shaka’s level, because let’s not forget what happened to Saga during the Sactuary Arc: Shiryu, being blind at the time, easily defeated his illusions.  And! Kanon was able to trick Saga when he came back as a Specter, even if he retaliated.  The most dangerous technique they have clearly shows their true cosmo, and I’m not talking about the Galaxian Explosion. Sure, that’s capable of obliterating anything and anyone in its path, but it can be countered.  No, I’m talking about their ability to send people in other dimensions.  Saga’s Another Dimension and Kanon’s Golden Triangle (I think this is the English name, I might be wrong) are something to be afraid of. Not even the Thanos snap can compare to that. One second you’re chilling out in your dimension, the other you’re lost in nothingness for the rest of eternity. 
But, in the past, Aiolos was stronger than them. They only got so far, in the present day, because Aiolos died, thus allowing them to surpass him. 
Still on #2 Dohko
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To whoever thinks Dohko is not one of the most powerful Gold Saints of this generation... what the hell are you doing!? Seriously, though.  Dohko survived his generation’s Holy War, 100% not out of luck, and is by far the most experienced of them all. Not only that, his cosmo is clearly out of this world. This man, misopethamenos (I had to do a double take on that one) or not, spent two hundred years without using a single drop of his cosmo.  And believe me, even if his heart slowed down, I doubt his cosmo would have simply stopped growing. It was still two hundred years. Do you want me to believe he just stayed there, idly watching, without gaining anything from that much time passing? Yeah, no. 
Still don’t believe me? Saga himself, in the manga, said that he’s the strongest Saint.  Not enough to overpower Shaka, obviously for the reasons stated above, but enough to retain his second place alongside the twins. 
#3 Aiolos
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Yes, your heard me right. Third place.  Fair is fair. Aiolos was so powerful that Shion wanted him to be the next Pope. There is no denying that, and there is no denying that canonically he was stronger that Saga.  But... you see the problem, right? Aiolos died in the past. Even if he was the strongest back then, he had no way of keeping his strength going.  I still believe no one, aside from who already was as powerful as him, could be able to become stronger, so that’s the reason he gets third place.
By the time he came back in the Hades Chapter, I saw absolutely no reasons to believe it was still possible to describe him as the strongest of them all. Moreover, I saw no reasons to believe, would Aiolos be still alive, that he could claim the title of Pope as his own.  Realistically speaking, by the end of the show, Aiolos is probably the one with the least experience (having died young this sentence sounds weird) and anyone would be a better choice than him.  But we’re talking about cosmo, and his cosmo gets him the third place. 
#4 Mu
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Yep.  Our beloved self-licensed blacksmith gets a spot among the most powerful Gold Saints of this generation.  Why? First of all, his master was Shion. And if you have a good master, you are a good disciple.  Second, he has the strongest psychic powers of his generation. Much like Shion, in fact. No one is better than him at psychokinesis, teleportation and telepathy, and this is backed up by the Sanctuary Arc.  Remember the time Shaka asked for his help because he didn’t have enough power to teleport both himself and Ikki back to Athena’s Sanctuary? Because I do. 
He might not be that memorable, in fact even one of my friends claimed he isn’t that good, but I beg to differ.  Mu is experienced, he had Shion to help him become a Gold Saint, he can repair any Cloth thanks to his skill, and he’s dangerous. Even if the classic series doesn’t give us the impression Mu could be a real threat, the Hades Chapter fixes everything.  The Crystal Wall? Impenetrable. The Starlight Extinction? Oh boy, what a treat. In fact, this technique in particular tells you how versatile Mu’s ability with psychic power is, since he’s able to use it both defensively (aka when he teleported Seiya away from the battle) and offensively (aka when he teleported Deathmask and Aphrodite with the objective to kill them). 
Don’t tell me he can be underestimated. because he will kick your ass into outer space. 
#5 is all of the other ones, in no particular order, because I believe they are mostly on the same level. Well, that... and they haven’t been described as “the strongest” in canon works. 
Milo
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Kind of obvious I would still start with him, but at this point you know who my favorite of this 12 idiots is.  Milo’s power is a tricky one. At first it might not seem much, and I’ve been around people who described him as weak, but that’s inaccurate.  First of all, I think many people forget how devastating Milo’s cosmo is, showed to us by the destruction of Andromeda Island, but this is not the point I’m making. 
Rather, I want to focus your attention on the Scarlet Needle.  Which, admittedly, is a scary technique, to the point of Milo not using it if the opponent surrenders.  We know that Gold Saints are not spotless heroes. They kill without thinking twice about it, they’re brutal, they never abandon a fight until someone dies. Taking this into account, the sheer fact that Milo refuses to use the Scarlet Needle on someone who surrenders is enough to make you think about it. It is stated time and time again what the Scarlet Needle is and what it does. One single hit can make the victim suffer tremendous amounts of pain, even if it doesn’t kill. If we say that this technique mimics the way a scorpion’s poison works, it’s even worse because of the effect it could have on the body.  Canonically, the Scarlet Needle causes potentially lethal blood loss on top of agonizing pain, and (but I’m not sure about this) could get rid of the five senses. Moreover, the victim can easily go crazy due to the amount of pain, and I’ve always believed a realistic effect would be an early body paralysis. He uses a technique called Restriction, after all.
Sure, if he doesn’t use Antares, if the victim doesn’t die of blood loss or succumbs to the pain, this technique can be survived. But I don’t think anyone less than a Gold Saint, a Marina General or a Judge could actually survive without Milo’s help. After all, we do see Milo stopping the course of his technique with both Hyoga and Kanon.  The reason why I don’t believe he’s stronger than the average Gold Saint of this generation (don’t forget that all of them are god-tier warriors in any case) is the random chance this technique bears. One hit cannot kill a strong opponent, and even if his entire fighting style is based on quick actions there’s no way for him to predict if every single needle will hit, and there’s no way for him to know if someone he hit with Antares would 100% die. In most cases the victim dies, but they have a slight chance of surviving. 
Camus
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Let’s immediately address the elephant in the room. Camus cannot reach the Absolute Zero.  Now, while in my non-canonic works I go the realistic way and make him master this temperature, I will be keeping my logic ass down.  The only thing that makes Camus different from the other Gold Saints is the fact that he uses his cosmo to stop the atoms, instead of manipulating them in other ways. In one word, cold.  There’s nothing else special about him, and I will not be biased by the fact that I love this character.  He is a cold person, he can appear insensitive and strict, but nothing about him tells me he is more powerful than the average Gold. He’s just different, not stronger. 
Obviously, I recognize how dangerous his Freezing Coffin is. If you get trapped in there, it’s over. It might not be deadly (even if it should definitely be, given a normal person is going to suffocate inside a solid block of ice), but it’s something to be afraid of.  However, it has some important weaknesses. One, it’s almost useless against moving targets. It takes too long to create, so encapsulating a person that’s moving around is not happening. Two, anyone who is able to create a lower temperature while being inside it can get out. On a more realistic level, I believe the Freezing Coffin could be an almost instantaneous technique. Camus’ cosmo is definitely able to summon enough cold energy to create one without needing too much time (think about the Freezing Coffin in Saint Seiya Awakening), but! since he’s not actually able to be that fast... you see where I’m going with this. 
Aphrodite
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He has the same problem that made me put Milo in the average Gold Saints. I know that he’s dangerous, that his roses are not something to underestimate, but there’s a huge problem with random chance here.  He is said to be one of the strongest among the Saints, and people are terrified of him because of his fighting abilities and personality, but I don’t think he makes the cut to be on top simply because of the fact he mostly relies on items to channel his cosmo. Roses and vines can be effective up to a certain point, cosmo or not.  Even his most powerful technique, the Bloody Rose, can be stopped much more easily than a blow fired with raw cosmo (that is a weird sentence and I know). It can be destroyed before it hits, and a person can successfully shield themselves. I know a Bloody Rose is powerful enough to pierce a Gold Cloth, but it can be stopped. In the end, the effective power of the rose lies in Aphrodite’s ability to use it, but if his opponent knows him or uses a good defensive technique... well, it won’t work.  The vines are similar. Sure, they’re imbued with cosmo, but someone could be able to counteract them, and then what? 
Now, if Aphrodite had one particular technique, one that we’ve seen another Pisces Saint use... things would have been different. I would have believed with no question asked that he deserves to be above average.  What technique am I talking about? Crimson Thorn. Albafica’s unique attack, that he can use thanks (ironically) to his poisonous blood.  That technique doesn’t rely on external items. It doesn’t require roses, or vines, or anything else. Just the blood of the Saint. It’s dangerous because it’s almost impossible to counteract, I believe it to be extremely difficult to be aware of if you’re the opponent, and it’s lethal. That’s pure poison shot straight into your body, with no other media used to inject it.  Unfortunately for Aphrodite (or luckily?) he cannot use it, so the random chance of his attacks is very much still there, hindering my ability to put him at the top. 
Deathmask
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Right off the bad, I deeply respect his psychic abilities. Being able to reach all the way to China with his cosmo is not an easy feat. This is similar to what Camus did to sink the ship even more, but ten times more powerful, since he actually took control of Shunrei’s body to make it levitate and fall.  But is this enough to win him the top spot? Nope.
Of course, I’m not saying he’s not powerful. Deathmask is able to snatch the soul off of his opponent body and send it straight to the  Yomotsu Hirasaka. That alone is scary. Imagine if there is a man, out there, capable of pointing his finger at you and BOOM you’re not in the realm of living anymore. Your body id still out there, but your soul is trapped with the souls of the dead, ready to die as well.  The thing is... there’s nothing else about him. Sure, he can use his cosmo to travel between the two places, but we don’t know how powerful he really is.  With us knowing just one technique, and with him not getting that much attention, I have no reasons to say he deserves to be on top.  I have no evidence of him being more powerful than the average.  There is a reason I liked Manigoldo more than him, after all. 
Aldebaran
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Ok. Aldebaran is a problem I didn’t account for when writing this.  Technically, he is the strongest of them all. Physically, at least. He might not have that tremendous cosmo of his fellows in the top 5, but he is the most powerful in terms of physical strength.  Because of this, I was conflicted about whether to put him, if above average or among average.  In the end, I decided for the latter. Sure, Aldebaran is an amazing fighter, and could have easily defeated the Bronze Saints at his temple (as stated by Mu, he didn’t fight to his full potential), but physical strength is not the most important characteristic in a Saint. At least, not in a Gold Saint.  There’s a lot of enemies in the Saint Seiya world that are not going to be defeated by using physical strength. And even though I fully believe the physical strength of a Saint can overpower another person’s cosmo, I don’t think that mainly relying on it it’s a successful strategy. 
Of course, betting everything on your cosmo is useless as well, and the Hades’ barrier is a perfect example of that, but there is a threshold you can cross with your cosmo (i.e. someone with a divine or almost divine cosmo would not have a single problem against this kind of defenses, realistically). With physical strength... eh, there’s a limit.  Spiritual power can be enhanced infinitely, I don’t see anything preventing you from doing that other than your own mind, but physical strength is different. I don’t care how powerful you cosmo is, how divine your blood is. Your body has limits than cannot be crossed, even supernaturally speaking.  You can refine your cosmo to the point of being able to break a planet in half, but there’s no way I’ll believe something like that is possible with physical strength, and that’s why Aldebaran is not above average.  It’s amazing that he’s so different from anyone else, but relying on something that is, no doubt, limited... eh, it makes him less powerful.
Aiolia
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I can already fell you people coming for me for putting Aiolia among the average Saints. But honestly... can you blame me? I am aware of the “reincarnation of Achilles” thing, don’t worry. And I don’t deny in any way that he’s powerful and that he is undoubtedly a skilled fighter. But he doesn’t stand out that much. I asked some people to give me an opinion of him, and the majority of them said that Aiolia has to be really powerful since his master was Aiolos (like the thing between Mu and Shion), but I have my doubts.  First, Aiolia only trained with his brother for a short time. Second, even though Aiolos was his master, I don’t think it’s accurate to use this as an assumption for Aiolia being more than average. This situation was not a “master chooses his disciple” thing, but a “helping a little brother out” thing. 
Now, on a fighting skills level I think he is above average. There’s no way people started talking about him as Achilles, otherwise. He has a fiery personality, I respect that.  Though, his cosmo is not that out of the ordinary. Sure, he has a shit ton of techniques, much like his brother, but I have no evidence supporting the fact that he could be more that what we see.  I love that he has an healing cosmo, I cannot stress this out enough, and I love that people just tremble in fear because of his presence. But in terms of training he did nothing special, if anything all the gossip about him made it even more difficult to develop a cosmo similar to his brother’s. Like I said, I’m looking at the more logical path here, and it makes sense that his past would have taken away something from him. 
BUT I am absolutely not forgetting what Episode G told me. He can generate electricity with is cosmo, something that could kill gods. Now that’s something that would put him above average, for sure, if you don’t take everything else into account. 
Shura
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He was difficult for me to analyze in terms of power, because it’s never actually him fighting with his raw cosmo, but it’s Excalibur. The sword resides in his arms and legs, so technically you could still say it’s him, but I though about it and concluded that yes, he is the one doing the fight, but without channeling his cosmo through Excalibur I don’t think he’d be that scary.  This doesn’t make Shura less than any other Saints, let me be clear. He is the Capricorn Saint, and the Capricorn Saint always had Excalibur to begin with. His capabilities are measured by looking at how skilled he is with Excalibur, not with his raw cosmo.  The reason why it was difficult for me to understand where to actually put him is the fact that Excalibur alone is a terrifying weapon (I know I keep using that word, but I’m honestly stressed out and my vocabulary is lost somewhere in my stress-free life).
As far as we know, every Capricorn Saint has a different level of skill and power regarding Excalibur. Capricorn Izo, for example, as Hyoga said had a stronger Excalibur than Shura. Capricorn El Cid, on the other hand, successfully used Excalibur to kill a minor god, even if aided by Sisyphus.  Shura as well knows the art of this sacred sword by heart, and in Episode G he reached the power of the gods, but this thing is never highlighted enough for me to actually be able to give him a spot among the above average Gold Saints. The majority of the things we know about him don’t spend particular amounts of time praising his power, and from what I can see I don’t want to gift him a spot he probably doesn’t deserve.  Even if I love him.
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Saving Grace - Part 4
Summary: Steve leaves you and your son to go back to Peggy unaware your pregnant.
Your heartbroken and struggling without Steve until Bucky Barnes steps up to help you out. With you and Bucky growing closer everyday will he be your saving Grace?
(Takes place after The Avengers defeat Thanos and people lost in the snap are back).
A/N -Sorry summary sucks! If i say too much it will give things away! 💜
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"Hey Y/N, its good to see you!" Peter said as he saw me walking into the compound with Harrison.
"Hey Pete, how you doing?" I smiled giving the young boy a quick one armed hug.
"Oh my god your pregnant...."
"Yep" i nodded placing a hand on my growing bump "another one on the way, hey can we catch up later i have an appointment i need to get to and i've gotta drop Harrison off with Clint first" i said looking down at my son who was holding my hand.
"Yeah sure! It was real good to see you"
"You too".
After saying goodbye to Peter we headed to the elevator and made our way up to the common area. Harrison saw Clint as soon as the doors opened and run straight to him jumping into Clints arms as he bent down to his level.
"Did you get bigger?" I heard Clint ask Harrison as i walked towards them.
"Nooooo" Harrison laughed.
"I was actually talking to your mama"
"HAHA! and yes i probably did!" I rolled my eyes at him "i feel huge"
"You look beautiful! Im just playing with you"
"Thanks Clint! Your sure this is okay?...."
"Yeah of course we'll be fine, right bud?"
"Yep!"
"Okay, here's his bag with some bits he might need and also... Fred" i held up his dinosaur teddy that he loved "i shouldn't be that long"
"Go, we're good here i promise"
"Okay.... be good for Uncle Clint buddy" i kissed his blonde hair quickly and turned back to the elevator. As the doors opened Bucky and Sam were standing there both giving me huge smiles.
"Hey doll, what you doing here?" Bucky asked before Sam could.
"Just dropping Harrison off with Clint, you guys are back early"
"Yeah another waste of time with Ross, I'm gonna go see my little man" Sam said leaving me with Bucky.
"So how come Clints watching Harrison?"
"Ive got a doctors appointment, i didn't want to have to worry about keeping Harrison occupied. You guys were busy and Clint offered"
"Your okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine, just got an ultrasound. Its just to check on the baby, routine stuff"
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"You dont have to..."
"Id like to....if you dont mind of course"
"Sure, it'd be nice actually".
The drive to the hospital was quiet but not awkward, i kept catching Bucky looking over every now and then and we'd share a smile, butterflies going crazy in my stomach each time! The effect this man had on me was crazy!
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Walking into the hospital he suddenly became very nervous and i couldn't help but think he regretted offering to come with me.
"You can wait in the car if this makes you uncomfortable Bucky..."
"What?... no im fine doll. These places just freak me out" he gave me a small smile. I reached for his hand and laced my fingers with his giving his hand a squeeze.
"Come on, we wont be here long i promise".
After checking in we went to sit with all the other couples waiting for their appointments, some women clearly only attending their first check up, others looking like they were ready to pop any second. But all i could see were the happy couples, they all sat there looking happy. Last time i did this i was just like them, Steve and I were happy and in love.... or at least i had thought so.
"you okay?" Bucky asked quietly leaning closer to me.
"Yeah" i nodded quickly turning to look at him, by the look on his face he didn't believe me.
"Your a terrible liar" he smiled taking hold of my hand "you thinking about him?"
"I guess so, its just being here this time around is different from when i was pregnant with Harrison. I was just like them" i looked over at the happily loved up couples "thank you for coming with me Buck it would have been so much worse sitting here alone"
"Anytime. Anything you need I'm your guy" he leaned closer and pressed a kiss to my temple just as the nurse came out and called my name.
"I'll be right here when your done"
"Your not coming in?"
"I didn't think you'd want me to"
"Come on, i need you Bucky".
Bucky got up quickly nodding and following me into the examination room.
"Good afternoon Y/N" an older gentleman greeted me when i walked in.
"Hi"
"Im Dr Green"
"Where's Dr Gale?"
"Sick I'm afraid, your in good hands i promise" he smiled "okay so mom if you wanna get on the bed.... I'm guessing this is dad?.... you can pull up a chair to get a better look"
Bucky and I looked at each other but didn't correct the doctors assumption that Bucky was the dad, it was easier to just let him think that.
"Okay if you can just lift up your shirt i'll get started".
A few minutes later i was looking at my baby girl on the screen, the sound of her heartbeat filling the room.
"Everything looks great" Dr Green smiled at us as he clicked some buttons and made some notes "i'll get some of these printed for you guys and you can be on your way"
"Thats it?" Bucky asked looking confused.
"Yeah this was just to check everything is as it should be. I wont need to come back until D day now"
"D day?"
"Delivery day" i laughed wiping the gel of my stomach with the towels Dr Green had handed me.
"Oh right" Bucky nodded before smiling at me.
"First time dad huh? Its all very overwhelming i know, but just relax. This bit is the easy bit" Dr Green laughed handing the print outs to Bucky "i have four kids and 6 grandkids.....the hard bit is when their here"
I scoffed at that statement, it was easy for him to say he didn't have to push the kid out!!
"Really? Cause i would have thought the hardest part was Y/N having to actually have the baby" Bucky said looking at the doctor with a murder glare and i had to hold in a laugh.
"Oh of course! Im not saying giving birth is easy....."
"I should think not. You ready doll?" He held his hand out for me
"Yeah" i nodded smiling up at him as i took his hand "thank you Dr Green".
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"Man i wanted punch that guy in the face so bad" Bucky said quietly to me as we walked out to the car "as if the birth is the easiest part of having a kid?? The hard part is when their here??" He mimicked the doctors voice making me laugh "his kids and grandkids must be monsters! I mean Harrison's not hard work, his no trouble at all".
We stopped at the car and i couldn't help but smile at him "what?" he asked.
"Nothing, its just..... your pretty amazing Buck" i smiled reaching up and pressing my lips to his gently. He let out a little surprised gasp but quickly kissed me back, pulling me closer to deepen the kiss. When we broke apart we were both breathless "wow" i smiled up at him feeling myself blushing.
"You got that right doll" he beamed.
"I know i said i wanted to wait til after the baby but i just couldn't help myself"
"Im not complaining, lets just take things slow. If you wanna kiss me again i wont object" Bucky smirked and i could just imagine him being like that back in the day before the war, before Hydra.
"Maybe later" i chuckled "lets go get Harrison and go home"
"Sounds perfect".
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Undercover - Chapter 17 (A LokixRaven AU)
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Loki won the battle of New York and now rules over Earth after eliminating Thor and Hawkeye. The remaining Avengers have gone into hiding, waiting for a chance to take back their planet. Raven (OC) is their key to doing so.
This fic is pretty much porn and with this AU Raven and Loki have no previous history.
Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. It really helps me out as a writer, lemme know if you wanna be on the taglist as well :)
Warnings: Violence, Threats, Threatening behaviour, Language, Angst, Feels
Chapter 17
Raven’s P.O.V
The lies were finally starting to eat away at me. And the fact that Loki loved me made it so much worse. And I reciprocated that love. This wasn’t supposed to happen, I was completely jeopardising the mission. Fury should have sent someone else in my place, another woman that wouldn’t be so quick to fall for Loki. I just felt so sorry for him, his entire life had been based on a lie and now the love he felt for me was also based on a lie. I really was a piece of shit. “Harper?” Fury’s voice came through the small speaker. His voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I dried my eyes, “yes sir, sorry, sir.” “I said, we’re ready to make our move. We just need you to get into the weapons vault. Find the tesseract and secure it. Find a way to get rid of the Chitauri. Without an army, Loki’s easy.”
“How soon will you arrive, sir?” I asked, I needed to know how much time I had. “By this evening, providing everything goes well your end.” Shit. That gave me about five hours to pluck up the courage to tell Loki and convince him to run. If he didn’t kill me first, however. Loki was currently seeing the other slaves off, giving them freedom now that he didn’t have use for them. A part of me felt bad that he was forcing them out back to their old lives without his protection or lavish lifestyle. But another part of me was eager for them to be gone, so I could have him all to myself. Even if it was just a few precious hours.
Swallowing my nerves and taking a deep breath I finally responded, “it’ll be good to get things back to normal sir.” “See you soon, Harper.” After that Fury signed off and the line went dead. Putting my head in my hands, I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. There was no good way out of this mess. Either way, I would end up betraying someone. I had already betrayed Loki, I just needed to decide if I wanted to continue doing so. If he ran Earth would be restored and Shield would be happy. I would have done my job and Loki would be safe. It was just hoping I could convince him to run.
But first I had to ensure my safety by carrying out Fury’s orders. The tesseract was kept in the weapons vault, I’m sure there was something else I could use in there to use on the Chitauri. It was unknown how much time I had left before Loki would come looking for me, so I needed to work fast. Hiding the communication device under my mattress, I left my quarters and traversed the many halls and corridors of the palace. Two Chitauri stood outside the door to the weapons vault, guarding it. Shit. The fight started here and now. Focusing, I felt the familiar tingle of heat up my spine and down my arms before hurling a fireball at the two guards.
It didn’t take them long to burn, their roars of pain echoing through the hall. Pulling open the doors, I headed inside the vault. There was only one walkway, both sides lined with many weapons. At the end sat the glowing tesseract and Loki’s sceptre. Not wanting to waste any more time, I ran and grabbed both. I was surprised no alarm had been sounded or gone off, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t on edge. When things started seeming too easy, it normally meant a trap or ambush was coming. Keeping my guard up, I cautiously exited the weapons vault and went further into Chitauri territory.
As I entered the barracks, I frowned only finding a handful. Maybe Loki had sent most of them back to Thanos as he no longer had use for them. Loki had gotten too comfortable with the lack of attacks. Using the sceptre, I fired a series of energy bolts at the Chitauri, watching as they fell one by one. Once the room was clear, I debated what to do with the sceptre and tesseract. If Loki saw me with these, he would instantly know that I’ve betrayed him and be on the offensive. I wanted to at least try to explain myself first. Heading back to my quarters, I opened the door only to find him inside, sat on the edge of my bed.
Both of us paused, looking at each other wide eyed and in shock. Loki rose from my bed cautiously, his face falling. “What are you doing with those?” He asked. How the fuck was I supposed to answer that question? “Answer quickly or I will take them from you,” he warned. “I wanted to tell you sooner. I was going to tell you today before it was too late, so you had the option to run.” “Tell me what? Speak!” Tears filled my eyes as he snapped at me, I took a deep breath to keep it together, “SHEILD sent me to bring you in.”
Loki paused at that information like he didn’t know how to process it. Hurt and anger flashed across his face before he grinned wolfishly. It was unnerving. “I should have known it was too good to be true. I should have seen something like this coming,” he spoke, amused. Taking a step back, I wanted to keep the distance between us. Dread filled my stomach at how ‘well’ he was taking this. “You can still go before they come. You can take the tesseract and you can leave; you can go anywhere you want, and they’ll never find you,” I bargained, desperation clear in my tone. “Oh no, my dear. You’ve done me a wonderful service. The remaining avengers are coming, and when they do, I’ll kill all of them. Then Earth will truly be mine. You’ve led them into the perfect trap, and they won’t make a move with you as my hostage.”
Recoiling in horror, I turned and attempted to run. Only I ran straight into a clone. Hitting with a blast from the sceptre, it quickly vanished. I continued running; I didn’t want to fight him, but I felt like soon I’d have no choice. More clones appeared blocking my path and there were too many for me to fight off. Soon they overpowered me, wrestling the sceptre and tesseract from me. The real Loki took them from the clones who forced me to kneel, holding me in place as I struggled against them. Loki tilted my chin with the point of the sceptre, smirking down at me. “You don’t have to do this, you can leave peacefully and still have your freedom,” I protested, still trying to bargain with him.
Loki pointed the sceptre lower, the tip hovering mere inches from my heart, “be grateful I don’t turn you against them. I could make you kill them for me and then release you for long enough after so you can see what you’ve done.” Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze in defeat. I couldn’t bring myself to hurt him, I’d already done that. “Your tears won’t gain you any sympathy,” Loki sighed. Using his magic, he conjured a gold collar and chain, putting it around my neck so I was his slave once more. “There, much better don’t you think? Come along, pet.” Loki continued. He walked to the direction of the throne room; the chain going taunt as I refused to move. Spinning on his heel, he gave it a sharp tug. “Move before I drag you,” he threatened.
Reluctantly, I followed him on all fours to the throne room. Loki took a seat upon his throne with me, sat at his feet like a prized pet. “You don’t have to do this, Loki, please,” I pleaded with him. “You didn’t have to come here and lie to me. But you did. You made that conscious decision to come here, gain my trust so you could take me down. It’s not my fault you became sentimental.” Opening my mouth to protest, he cut me off as he used his magic once again to conjure a muzzle over my mouth. I glared up at him before he also used his magic to bind my wrists. “They’ll be here soon and then we’ll see where your loyalties really lie.”
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Later Loki was growing impatient, and even I worried that they’d abandoned me. Loki released his grip on my chain as he rose from the throne, but I didn’t dare move. “You said they’d be here, or was it another one of your lies?” He growled at me. I offered him a shrug as I still could not speak. “If they don’t come for you, I’m sure your body will be a fine addition to my gates alongside Collins,” Loki threatened.
There was a smash from above the throne, shards of glass raining down. And through the opening that used to be a window flew Tony fucking Stark. The muzzle muffled my groan. He always had to insist on a dramatic entrance. Tony didn’t give Loki any time to react, picking him up and forcing him into the nearest wall hard. “Hey, Reindeer games,” Stark taunted him with those god-awful nicknames.
The throne room doors opened and in ran Natasha, pistols raised. Although with Loki busy with Stark she ran over to me instead, trying to free me from the magic bonds. Unable to do so, she instead helped me to my feet and attempted to lead me out of the room and to safety. Loki fought Stark off him for a few moments, using his sceptre to fire at Natasha and I. Natasha shoved us out of the way in time, only for Loki to conjure a clone. Natasha fired at it, the bullets doing nothing to stop its advance. I struggled against the bonds, desperate to get free so I could help instead of stand there uselessly.
In ran Steve, his signature shield at his side. Only that wasn’t the only thing he was carrying. In his free hand was Mjolnir, which he threw at the Loki clone. The clone vanished after it took the blow, and the hammer went back to Steve. I wasn’t the only person watching him wide eyed. The real Loki was too, which allowed Stark to get in a few well-placed punches. Loki threw Stark off and advanced on Steve. “That belongs to me!” He spat. “If that were true, you’d be worthy enough to lift it,” Steve sassed. Steve swung the hammer at Loki, knocking Loki off his feet and to the floor. Loki refused to stay down for long, and Steve hit him again. The assault continued until finally Loki put his hands up in surrender. It seemed the shock of seeing Steve wielding Mjolnir had made him sloppy.
Natasha stalked over to Loki, placing her boot over his throat threatingly. “Let Raven go. Now!” She demanded, pressing down. Loki growled in protest but gave in, freeing me from the bonds, muzzle and collar. Natasha produced a pair of Asgardian shackles, ones that would ensure Loki wouldn’t be able to use anymore magic, and cuffed his wrist together. Steve and Tony got him up and led him out of the palace whilst Natasha pulled me into a comforting hug. “You’re okay, it’s all over now,” she reassured me. Yeah, it was over for them. It wasn’t over for me yet.
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leahxx129 · 4 years
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Tragedy of Butterflies (Peter Quill x Reader)
Hi there. Quick personal note: it appears that the personal thing I’m struggling with at the moment will go on for around another month, but I have lots of story ideas and will try to write & post some. 
As for the story... I feel like that Chris Pratt is the most underrated Chris from all the MCU Chrises, so I wanted to show a little love for him & one of his more famous character.
Summary: As a result of the Snap, Peter Quill dies in your arms and your heart shatters to pieces since you’ve been secretly in love with him for quite a while now. What happens 5 years later when everyone is brought back to the battle field, including some very unexpected people? 
Warnings: cursing 
Word count: 1.630-ish
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You have no idea how much time has passed since the wizards brought everyone to the field and the guy with the shield commenced the battle against Thanos, but you’re pretty sure about one thing - within the next couple of minutes you’re going to suffer an excruciating death.
The creature knocked you over in a blink of an eye, you never even saw it coming, and both of your machetes flew out of reach. You can brush one’s handle with your fingertips but it’s still a far stretch... You desperately try to take in a few punches, but the damn thing is clawing at you with a foaming mouth, wanting to tear your throat out like a freaking otherworldly Cujo, so the majority of your energy is invested in self-defense. Even through the beast’s grumble you can hear the battle screams and death rattle of warriors trying their best to defeat the other army and fail at it.
Your arms are getting numb and a strange mixture of calmness and serenity dazes your mind. Maybe death wouldn’t be the worst-case scenario. You’re tired and you’ve certainly done your fair share over the years… Then his face flashes before your eyes and you relinquish every single thought of surrender in an instant.
He always demanded everyone to call him Star-Lord, but to friends he was Quill and to you, only Peter. You can’t just go down like this, you owe putting up a real fight to him. That’s the least you could do since you were unable to save him the first time you all faced Thanos…
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You’ve known Peter since you were a little girl. You happened to be in the hospital when his mom died and followed him outside just to accidentally be snatched by Yondu as well...
He was nothing but a silly boy to you for a very long time – he would pull your hair, try to frighten you by telling ghost stories or play mean pranks on you... Then one day you suddenly realized he became so much more, and the mere fact that you had no clue how it happened scared the crap out of you.
Naturally, this escaped his notice, so every time he obtained a new notch in his belt, you died a little inside and swore an oath that you’d never be one of his conquests. An oath you broke not long after having sworn it... You fell so miserably in love with the man that you let yourself turn into his occasional bed warmer because even a relationship like that was more than nothing. At least that’s what you made yourself believe to help you sleep at night...
His lips felt incredibly soft as he peppered your neck with featherlight kisses in the dark.
His fingertips almost made you catch on fire when they traced your skin under the covers.
And the way he whispered sweet nothings into your ears when nobody else was around brought you to the verge of losing your goddamn mind every single time.
You found him completely and utterly intoxicating. Peter was addictive like a drug. And you lived for the high.
For a short period of time it looked like as if he was beginning to return your feelings, but then Gamora showed up and shattered every illusion to a thousand pieces. You couldn’t blame her - it’s not like she demanded Peter to shower her with his attention. But you couldn’t blame Peter, either, because Gamora was close to perfection… so, all you did was blaming yourself and pretending to be happy for the slyest thief in the galaxy day after day.
Truth be told, every night when you closed your eyes you imagined how it would feel like if the Zehoberei woman just simply got out of the picture, but with God as your witness, you never wished for her departure to be this way. When Thanos revealed on the Titan that he’d murdered her, the confession broke Peter and seeing him like that broke you.
Then came the Snap.
Peter pulverized in your arms and you would have given everything in the entire galaxy to trade your life for his. Later on, you joined Rocket and you’ve been by his side ever since as he appeared to be the only one to share your grief and understand your pain, but more importantly, he was the only other remaining member of the guardians and being close to him reminded you of better times.
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Your fingers inch a bit closer to the machete’s handle but when you try to flick it in your direction the only thing you manage to do is just push it farther away.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” you yell as a generous amount of the monster’s saliva lands on your neck a second later. “Could this situation get any worse?”
The answer comes right away when the thing overpowers you and you feel a set of razor-sharp teeth sink into your shoulder. The scream ripping from your lungs makes your own blood run cold. You close your eyes and await the next – and probably the last - lash out but it never comes. Instead, you hear a gun shot and the beast collapses onto you. Realizing that you’re still alive and kicking, you push it off and freeze at the sight of your savior. He’s standing far away, face not visible, but you could recognize that stance anywhere.
“Peter?!” you scream his name and hope he heard it through all the turmoil.
The stranger touches the side of his mask to reveal the face you haven’t seen in the past five years but dreamt of every single night.
Not minding the shoulder wound you jump to your feet and start limping towards him, picking up the pace when you see him do the same. Within a couple of seconds, the distance is closed, and you fall into his arms, tears streaming down your face. The familiar minty scent invades your nostrils and you can feel his stubble tickle your face. It’s him. It’s really him. You hug him even tighter.
“Peter…” you lean away a few inches to be able to look into his eyes but before you can say anything, he crashes his lips onto yours, leaving you completely dumbfounded. You kiss him back, nevertheless.
“What was that for?” you ask after breaking apart, shielding your genuine curiosity with a small smile.
“I love you.” He breathes against your lips, panting heavily.
Your eyes widen.
“Okay, I must have a little monster saliva clogging my ears because what I heard was that you love me and that cannot be the real reason.”
He lets out a chuckle.
“I don’t know about the saliva sweetheart, but you heard me right.”
You eye him suspiciously.
“I don’t get it.”
His signature lopsided smile appears on his face, but his gaze radiates sadness. You remind him of what his mom used to tell him about the tragedy of butterflies. Their wings are exquisitely beautiful and yet they can’t see them, just as you can’t see your own beauty and worth.
“I’ve loved you for quite a while now, Y/N.” he caresses your cheek with his thumb. “When we became friends…uhm… with benefits… I-I thought it was better than nothing, so I went along. But deep inside I knew it was not enough for me. And I couldn’t imagine a galaxy where someone like you would seriously be interested in someone like me. So, when Gamora showed up I decided to move on and try to develop a healthy relationship with somebody else… so much for that, huh?”
“Oh, Peter…” you begin but he hushes you.
“Ssshh, okay, just let me finish please.” He takes a deep breath, obviously struggling to hold back tears. “I cared for her. I really did. But when I woke up in that strange place, do you know who’s name I was screaming for hours? Yours. I loved her but I’m in love with you. Promise you’ll never leave me, please.”
You open your mouth to respond but a series of gunshots rip through the air missing your head just by inches and one of Thanos’ mutant soldiers collapses behind your back.
“I’m really glad you two idiots have finally figured your shit out but we’re on a battlefield right now and I can’t keep on saving your asses while you’re having a heart-to-heart!”
Nebula’s familiar voice provides an explanation for the shots but when you both turn to her direction, she’s not alone. You can feel a knot form in your stomach.
“Gamora?” Peter asks incredulously.
“Who’s this guy?” the person in question turns to Nebula with a clueless facial expression.
“He was hitting on you in an attempt to forget how desperately in love he was with the girl he’s holding right now.”
Gamora’s eyebrows fly up.
“Wow… and the me in this dimension didn’t see through the situation? No wonder she’s dead.”
“This dimension? What’s going on? Is she from a different one?” you find your voice and address the question to Nebula.
“We don’t have time for this. I’ll tell everything after this is over... you know, on the off chance we survive...” She flashes a mechanic smile and disappears with her sister.
Peter is still staring at the place where they stood just seconds ago. You gently put your palm on the side of his face and make him look you in the eyes.
“I promise!” you vow and kiss him hungrily.
There are two things you’re hoping for at the moment - you want to survive this battle more than anything so you could be with Peter and you also pray that Gamora’s return won’t affect a single thing.
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Familiar Taste of Poison
Warnings: Angst, Language, Suicidal Thoughts, Smut
Words: 1.8k
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
A/N: It’s October! In honor of my birth month and all things Halloween related here’s a little Monster of the Week drabble. 
Song: Familiar Taste of Poison by Halestorm
I don’t wanna be saved.
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The morning sunlight streaming through your window is much too bright for your liking as you tug the blanket over your head. You contemplate the idea of staying in bed all day, not wanting to face anyone or anything.  It’s much easier to be alone – after everything that’s happened.
An arm snakes it’s way around your waist, muscles flexing as it pulls you against the warm body beside you and you instinctively tense up in the sudden awareness that you are not alone in your bed. The man props up on one elbow as he glances at you with a sleepy smile, “Hey.”
Your heart leaps into your throat as you stare up into those familiar blue eyes. What in the hell? How?
There’s a flicker of concern across his features as he watches you, “Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost?”
You don’t realize your hand is trembling until you reach for cheek, running your thumb along the stubble there. The words tumbling out in confusion, “No – I – it’s fine. You’re fine.” It’s a dream, you think to yourself as he moves in, brushing his lips against yours as his hand moves to your neck. You press against him as you deepen the kiss, fingers tangling in his hair in a familiar fashion.
This can’t be real can it? Your mind wanders, knowing he’s gone. You were there when it happened.
One thing you can’t get past is he feels real – tastes real – he rolls on top of you, bracing himself with his metal arm as he peppers kisses along your jaw. You feel him against your thigh and you greedily grab for the waistband of his pajama pants. His lips smirk against your neck at your eagerness, but this isn’t like the passionate sex the two of you had in Wakanda, this is desire – a hunger. Everyone has a primal side and yours kicks in as he tosses your pajama shorts aside. You bury your face against his neck, you need to breathe him in, feel his skin prickle against yours as he slips inside you easily, knowing you were wet the moment his mouth met yours because you always melt for him. Bucky Barnes has constantly been your weakness. The moan he lets slip out against your ear sends a chill down your spine and brings you to the edge. You can hear his teeth grinding together as his thrusts become more rhythmic and you know neither of you are going to last much longer because this isn’t a dream.
When you both come it’s quick and raw and fucking real.
“That’s better than coffee,” Bucky smirks after he pulls his pajama pants back on.
You smile back at him, still trying to decipher things. Wakanda had happened, right? He climbs back onto the bed pressing a soft kiss against your lips as he does.
A quick knock from the door interrupts the two of you and a young man’s voice fills the room as it opens, his hand covering his eyes as he steps into the room, “Please be dressed. Mr. Stark sent me to –”
Peter doesn’t have time to finish the sentence before you’re across the room with your arms around his neck, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you whisper, “Oh my God.”
The boy stands there in shock, one hand on your back comfortingly as he stares at the man who is slowly climbing out of your bed, “Oh – okay – this is new. Is she okay?” His question is directed at Barnes, who gives a shrug of his shoulders.
You realize the scene your causing and you step back quickly, “Sorry, I – I had a bad dream.” Peter watches you curiously and you continue, “You were gone – Thanos had won.”
“Thanos is gone,” Bucky comments as he stands up from the bed.
A vision overtakes you, one of Thanos wearing the gauntlet and snapping his fingers, but you blink your eyes with a shake of your head, bringing your room back into focus, “You’re right – he’s gone.”
Later you make your way down the hall toward the kitchen, in desperate need for coffee. The uncertainty of the mornings events creating chaos in your brain. You round the corner, bumping into Steve and his arm juts out to grab you by the shoulder.
Another vision flashes through your mind of you kneeling on the ground, your hands covered in ashes, tears warm on your cheeks as they fall silently. There’s a hand on your shoulder and you glance up to see Steve, his long hair slicked back with sweat and blood matted in his beard. His eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen them, and he looks defeated – broken – beaten and battle-worn. He kneels down beside you on the ground and you lean into him, glancing back to the dark pile of ashes on the ground before you.
“Are you okay?” Steve’s voice brings you back to reality, or at least you think it’s reality, and you glance up wide-eyed at the man standing in front of you.
“Yea – I’m just – tired. I need coffee,” you smile reassuringly.
The caffeine only agitates your anxiety and you change into workout clothes and head for the gym. You’re burning off energy as you work the bag in front of you, jab – jab – cross – jab, on a continuous loop for a while when you see Sam enter the gym with Bucky. Your heart drops for a moment as you stop and watch their playful banter. The dread creeping back into your mind, something isn’t right.
“You know this isn’t real,” Natasha’s voice states matter-of-factly into your ear and you jump at her sudden appearance.
“What?” You breathe heavily, her words threatening the peacefulness of this reality.
“You need to get a grip,” she says angrily grabbing your arm. “You’re living in here, but you’re dying out there.”
The scene changes again to a warehouse and an IV-bag full of dark red liquid – blood maybe – the line runs down in front of you and lays flatly against your shirt. You feel insanely weak, your eyes won’t stay open. Suddenly you’re standing in the conference room as pictures flash on the screen in front of you: Fury, Bucky, Sam, Peter. Natasha’s there, with Steve and Bruce, all of them look devastated.  Romanoff’s words fill your mind, “Thanos did exactly what he said he was going to do. He wiped out fifty percent of all living creatures.”
“Hey,” Nat’s expression is different as she touches your shoulder gingerly, bringing you back to the safety of gym. “Everything okay?”
“No,” you shake your head as you begin tugging off the gloves. “I – I need some air.”
Rushing from the gym, you hear Barnes’ voice as he chases after you, “Wait – hey – what’s wrong?”
You turn on your heel as he jogs towards you, “I – I don’t know what’s real anymore Buck.”
He takes your hands carefully in his, “Sshhh, it’s okay. I’m right here.”
“But you’re not,” you shake your head as the tears begin to fall. “I saw you die. You’re all gone. You, Peter, Sam – none of this is real.”
A soft smile graces his features as he cups your face in his hand, “But it can be – we can be real.” Peter and Sam approach quietly from nowhere as Bucky continues to speak. “You can live a full life with me here – just like this. We can finally be happy.”
The look on his face breaks your heart, we can finally be happy. You would give him anything he asks for – he deserves it.
“Aren’t you tired of losing?” Sam questions sincerely. “You deserve a chance at happiness. You’ve done enough.”
“Please,” Peter joins in, and you glance over at him, seeing the tears forming in his eyes. “Please stay – I don’t wanna go.”
Bucky turns your face to him, bright blue eyes staring down at you as his brows knit together, “Stay with me.”
This is wrong and you know you should be strong – fight it. Find your way out of this perfect fantasy land and go home because your body is dying – you know deep down it is. That’s what you should do, but the truth is, you’re not strong anymore and you’re tired of pretending to be. You fake it for Nat, and you fake it for Steve, and you fake it for Tony, and you’re done faking it. Thanos had broke you.
It may be selfish, but you were choosing happiness.
“For you,” you nod in agreement placing your hands on either side of Bucky’s face, pressing your lips against his. Your words a whisper between the two of you, “I’ll stay – for you.”
The smell of blood and grease fill your nose and you can hear someone speaking, a deep voice that sounds so far away. Your arms are stretched above your head and your bare feet are barely touching the concrete floor. Everything is so cold – damp – you can’t feel your fingertips or toes.
“You two take care of it. I got her,” a strange voice states, and you want to look at what’s happening, but your eyelids are too heavy. There’s a stinging sensation as something is pulled from your neck. “Come on sweetheart – wake up.”
You feel movement as the man works on the ropes which are tied around your wrists, keeping you suspended from the ceiling.  Suddenly, you can taste the salt from the tears that have rolled down your cheeks and moistened your chapped lips. It had all been a dream – none of it was real – they were still gone. He was still gone.
“Sam, is she going to be okay?” This voice is concerned and familiar – Rogers.
“Yea,” another strange man’s voice replies. “She’s alive, we got here in time.”
“And that’s a djinn?” Rogers tone sounds disbelieving.
“Yea.”
“Steve,” your voice cracks as you finally begin to open your eyes. It takes a moment for your eyes to finally focus on the stranger in front of you.
“No,” the man with the gravelly tone glances down at you with piercing green eyes. “I’m Dean.” His expression changes upon seeing the look of angst on your face as the realization continues to sink in and the look, the look he has isn’t pity – it’s understanding.
“I wanted to stay,” the words are barely audible as fresh tears form. You bring your fists down against his chest weakly as he frees you from the ropes. His arms catch you as you start to collapse, your eyes pleading with him as small sobs vibrate from your chest through to his, “Why didn’t you let me stay?”
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ONE HUNDRED SIXTY FOUR - BUT WHY? (3)
LEGACY: A Tony Stark Daughter Story
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Word Count: 750ish
Summary: The Team tries to understand why their teammate was taken.
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When the others had finally got in to the hanger, David, Jessica, and I were gone. They had to carefully walk around the place as they searched it, not knowing exactly where Hope and Scott were. Once all the guests were cleared, the rest came running in. Steve, Rocket, Scott, and Hope had all been laid out next to each other. None of them had woken up yet. Bucky was angrily pacing as Bruce was checking on the unconscious, and the others were at a loss of what to do.
“Where is she?” Pepper came running in. “Where’s my daughter?”
“Pepper,” Rhodey stepped up, his tone giving away what he was about to say.
“No.” She quickly shook her head. “With all of you here, how was she taken? How did that happen?!”
All of them tensed at her outburst. They all knew that they could have tried harder, could have done something more to protect me. But they were still confused as to why they wanted me so bad and why Ross had helped them. None of it was adding up. Before anything else could be said, Thor and Valkyrie marched in, dragging Ross with them. Bucky couldn’t stop himself, with his best friend unconscious and his girlfriend missing, his metal arm began whirling as he lunged towards Ross. No one stopped him. He grabbed Ross by his neck and slammed him into the wall.
“Where did they take her?!” He shouted.
“I don’t... k-know,” Ross struggled to get out.
“Why did they want her?”
“They... said they wanted to…” Ross’ eyes began fluttering shut from lack of oxygen.
“Barnes, put him down,” Rhodey ordered. “We need him alive in order to get any information from him.”
Bucky let his neck go. Ross slid down the wall, coughing. The heroes gathered around the man.
“Where’s my daughter?” Pepper furiously asked.
Ross didn’t dare met anyone in the eyes, rubbing his neck as he began speaking. “They came to me about a week ago, with their info on Bailey and proof that they were her real parents. They said they wanted to reunite their family, and that the gala was the perfect place to… I was hesitant. But they… They took her…” Ross met Bruce’s eyes.
“Took who?” Sam asked.
“Betty,” Bruce answered, sadly. “His daughter.”
“We lost each other when Thanos happened. I can’t lose her again.”
“Did they tell you what they wanted with her?” Bucky asked.
“No,” Ross shook his head. “And I didn’t ask... I feel bad for betraying Tony, but he would have done the same thing.”
“Tony wouldn’t have done the same thing. He wouldn’t have ruined an important night for you guys,” Pepper stated. “This was her night.” 
Pepper and Bucky looked at each other. They had talked about this night extensively, especially over the past week. They wanted this night to be the first real happy one since they defeated Thanos. The opening of a new chapter in everyone’s life’s. Pepper had planned on announcing that she was officially stepping down as CEO and appointing me. At the after party, surrounded by our Avengers family, Bucky was planning to propose. The box was in his jacket, now burning a hole in his heart.
“How come Bailey and I couldn’t get into your heads?” Wanda angrily questioned.
“This device.” Ross reached to the back of his neck and tugged, bringing forth a small device. “They’ve been working hard on it... they understood that they would need it in order to succeed in getting her.”
Shuri quickly swiped it from his hands. “I’m going to go look into this,” she told everyone, making her way out of the hanger.
“What’s the plan here, Barnes?” Rhodey asked, knowing that he would force his way to lead the group no matter what.
“Take him into an interrogation room,” Bucky ordered. “We need to get these four,” he motioned to the unconscious on the ground, “to the med-bay.”
The two Peters were quick to grab Ross and head to an interrogation room. Bruce, Drax, Strange, and Wong took the unconscious to the Med-Bay via portals. 
“I’m going to gather all the kids and start getting them ready for bed,” Laura stated.
“I’ll help,” Pepper said. She went up to Bucky and hugged him. “Keep me in the loop,” she whispered.
“Of course,” he replied. 
“Bring back our girl.” She let go and her and Laura went to gather the kids.
“Let’s pull up everything we can find on David and Jessica Richards,” Bucky ordered. “Swipe the place for DNA. We have to get her back.”
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