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pugh-bug · 3 years

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Scott Lang x reader slow burn Chapter 10

Warnings: none really just more angst and swearing but less than last week because i wanted to do a more light hearted chapter (this is just that by my standards lmao) I hope you enjoy … there is going to be smut VERY soon

The last week had been harder to manage than any ‘villain’ or threat to humanity that your friends had faced. Of course the physical and global destruction was lacking but your heart felt broken beyond repair. It had been a fucking disaster from start to finish and was not getting much better.

‘Come on Y/N, it’ll be okay.’

But Thor was wrong, it wasn’t. You had had to form a set of strict rules to get through each day. Number 1 (pretty obvious) :avoid Scott like the plague. Number 2: drink less and Number 3: try and stop crying over IT. None of them were proving easy and not at all fun but they did make you look a little less unhinged to your friends. Of course Thor and Tony knew how upset you were with Nat not far behind. The constant sympathetic ‘poor you’ looks were growing patronising and getting old. If they couldn’t treat you like a stable person how could you act like one?

Contact with Scott had been incredibly brief and tense to say the least. You just missed him. Who were you meant to fool around with? Who was going to hold your hand while you slept or make fun of Parker or drive you home to keep you safe? When you were alone and closed your eyes you could hear him: ‘I’m sorry if I’ve lead you on in anyway.’ But by Friday it didn’t make you cry anymore to recall it. It wasn’t sad it was frustrating. ‘Lead you on’ of course he’d lead you on and you wanted to call him out for it. Call him what your heartbroken self wanted to, a-

‘Prick!’

It was Monday: Thor’s weekly game night with ‘Noobmaster69’ and he was losing. Horrifically. Asgardians weren’t exactly fond of losing and there was, you had to admit, a lot of joy in witnessing someone so powerful fail so badly. Well you had to find relief in something. Although you did have one thing to be proud of: finally washing your greasy hair only to hear Peter singing as he got out. And you didn’t poke any fun at him because Scott wasn’t there to hear.

After deciding to stay on the couch with Thor, watching him being competitive, you continued your silent ‘soul searching’ that was so tiresome. You had become an expert on analysing every Scott interaction you had and without new ones to ‘study’ you were spent. Bored. Bored of waiting for nothing. Occasionally, you’d press pause on your self pitying to smile at Thor. Being so preoccupied with Scott had made you more neglectful of his friendship. All of your friendships really. You couldn’t remember the last long conversation you’d had with Tony that wasn’t about Scott.

‘Die! Die! Oh come o-ah Scott!’

You tried not to turn to look but it was unavoidable. Scott was stood beside the tv all of a sudden, looking dishevelled and out of place. It had been torture not to ask anyone and everyone what exactly he’d been doing the last week. ‘He’s out.’ ‘No ones seen him much today.’ ‘I dunno, maybe he’s partying.’ Fucking torture to hear. Although it was probably best he was out doing ‘things’ and away from you. At least you wouldn’t have to try and make eye contact without fighting tears. Except for that night. Of course he had to be in that night.

‘Thor…Y/N.’ Scott was almost worse than you for subtlety, his green eyes darted from Thor gaming happily to your pained eyes. And his were pained too. There was a guiltiness pressing down on him but Nat would have thought that was good. You didn’t want to be awkward around him or continue this ‘avoiding each other at all costs’ thing so you tried to end it the best way you knew how.

‘Did you hear Peter’s singing?’

It was the first thing you’d said to Scott that wasn’t ‘er’ or ‘hi’ in so long you could see relief wash over him. And you felt it wash over you in a smooth satisfying wave because his reply was:

‘Yes! It was Britney, so I had to listen.’

You both laughed, still feeling the need to to stay on opposite sides of the room for safety reasons. Thor looked amused for a moment but was invested in his game. Sweet.

‘Well,’ you leaned across the couch craving your neck closer to Scott. ‘If you like Britney maybe we should have a 00s themed party!’ Was it out of pocket? Probably. Did it feel forced to say? Yes. Did Scott look confused? Absolutely but he played along for both your sakes. It felt silly to suddenly be discussing pop star icon: Britney Spears to the man you’d been crying so heartedly over for so long. You couldn’t help feeling that he knew this wasn’t the two of you going back to ‘normal’. Not really. You had admitted far too much to ever have a ‘normal’ friendship. However it was a start.

‘Can the two of you discuss whatever nonsense Britney Spears is somewhere else?’ Thor looked as annoyed as you could be over something unimportant. Still the two of you shared a look meaning ‘Let’s leave him to it’ and walked together out of the living room. It didn’t hit you that this was the first time you had been alone with Scott since the car ‘incident’ until Nat saw you both and walked away.

‘Wow.’ You both scoffed at his strong words against Britney. ‘To speak of our lord and saviour in such a distasteful way.’ Scott dramatically put his hand on his heart and ‘fell’ backwards in agreement. ‘The horror!’ He exclaimed before you both chuckled.

‘Hey guys?’ It was Peter and he looked confused at the sight of you and Scott laughing. But who wouldn’t be after all the avoiding? You were just as confused as a participant. ‘Everyone’s kind of busy and I wanted to see B-‘

‘Back to the future playing in IMAX yes I’ll take you.’ The look in Peter’s face- bless him- he looked so pleased. Such a child. ‘Pff.’ You couldn’t help but laugh at how much of a dad Scott had just become (and the twisted part of you brain did find it a bit hot).

‘There’s a showing at 2:45-‘

‘Right. Well we’ll go to that one.’

‘Um,’

Whilst Scott was buying tickets he didn’t notice Peter’s anxious eyes flitting towards you in hopes you would offer to come. The truth was you didn’t know if one brief Britney discussion guaranteed an invite. It didn’t seem like enough but Peter looked concerned for you. Did he not want to be alone with Scott or did he not want you to feel left out? Which was it?

Your eyes moved from Peter’s to Scott’s but he chose not to give a verbal response so you let it be. ‘Enjoy yourselves,’ you smiled, overly enthusiastic as you walked away backwards. Something that didn’t escape your notice as you left was the sign of relief from Peter. There was your answer.

Mirroring Peter you let out a sign of your own, that Scott probably heard, and went to your room- but not before passing Wanda. ‘What’s wrong?’ Before you could think of a response she grinned and grabbed your hand. ‘Tony’s taking us to his pool. He’s had it redone- come on let’s go, come with us.’ Hmm. Swimming. Interactive. But she looked so excited- bless her- so you caved and returned her smile before getting changed.

Less than 15 minutes later you were sat in the passenger seat of Tony’s favourite car (you’d called shotgun of course) listening to Eminem. Poor Wanda was crammed in between Sam and Thor behind you, probably wishing she had just flown there. ‘Sam why couldn’t you have flown- to make room for Wanda?’ You asked. ‘I’m not gonna risk getting them wet. Do you know how difficult they are to re-‘

‘Look at her she’s squished though.’

‘I’ve not had enough sleep for this.’

‘I’m not arguing with you I’m just say-‘

‘Children children!’ Tony commanded the car, to no ones surprise. ‘This is not about flying. This is about getting Y/N to cheer up and for all of you to appreciate my architectural skills.’ He was driving over the speed limit but who was going to tell Tony to slow down? The man was overly caffeinated and overly theatrical.

Another 15 minutes later and you were in the ridiculously fancy changing rooms Tony had had built. ‘Why did you build so many if it’s private?’ You yelled over the door.

‘It was a strange week! Inspiration struck!’

Thor seemed to be struggling with the term ��modesty’ because-

‘Jesu- fuck! PUT PANTS ON!’

The sound of Wanda being flashed by a God was enough to make you almost pee from laughing. They were all such children. That was a clear explanation for why you had admired Scott as soon as you’d met him. Yes he was silly but he’d actually been married. He was mature in other ways. You tried not to picture him in the cinema with Peter because what did you have to be jealous of? Peter was still dating MJ as far as you knew and Scott saw him the same way you did. You still wanted him there with you all even if it was going to be uncomfortable.

And then sadness clung itself to you like a rope with no slack. You forgot why you were even where you were in the first place. Why had you come? Oh for Wanda. But Tony said this was to cheer you up? You’d even forgotten how to swim properly, it had been so long. It had been too long since anything normal.

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fangirlcenteral · 4 years

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Warned

Request: hi! can I request an imagine, Loki x reader, where reader is close friends with Loki but they start hanging out with one of the other avengers and it seems they get close to the other avenger? and Loki gets jealous and kinda possessive? in the end Loki accidentally reveals his feelings for reader? hope that made sense. I’m a sucker for jealous!Loki haha - thank you in advance xx -anon

A/N: This makes me so soft. I love jealous!Loki so much. I did something like this with make a move, but now i’m gonna do like soft him being all embarrassed.

Warnings: none

Taglist: @just-the-hiddles @trippedmetaldetector @daydreams-of-loki @introvertedrambling

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You and Loki became very close. You found him captivating the first time you laid eyes on him. His slicked back hair and his miraculously disinterested disposition made you swoon from the first time you saw him. You never wanted to try anything romantic with him, you knew it would cause problems with the team. Not only that, your first warning you got when you were taken in by the Avengers was to not get involved with Loki. Tony had warned you that he didn’t really get along with people, he warned you that all Loki does is betray people. With that in mind you approached Loki carefully. You tried to not get your feelings for him show too much. As you got closer your guard around him got weaker. He didn’t seem bad like everyone else had said. He always takes car of you when your sick or hurt. You stayed pretty close to the other Avengers, but you always stayed closer to Loki. They always gave you an ear full about your friendship, which kinda made you resent them a little.

You first noticed Loki being possessive over you when you were in the kitchen talking about a mission with Steve. You saw him walk in the room and a look of anger flash in his eyes. He walked behind you, and placed his hand on the small of your back. As he walked next to you his hand grabbed at your shirt. Pulling you against him as your shirt pulled with his hand. It was subtle, but different. Where he touched you burned with delicious heat, sent tingles up your spine. You had touched Loki before, but it never felt like that. Usually you would feel the lingering heat of his hand, but it never made you crave his touch. When he let go of your shirt you made no move to get away from him, it felt nice to be close to him. It felt comforting. He scowled at Steve till he muttered some excuse about needing to check on something. You couldn’t be sure, you were to engrossed with Loki to even hear what he said. Shortly after Steve left Loki wordlessly walked from the room.

Two days later when talking to Bucky on the couch, Loki came in and got that same flash of anger. When you saw it you got a little excited. After two days of small interactions you realized that after he got that look he was very possessive and touchy with you. After he masked his anger quickly he sat very close next to you. You were used to sitting next to you, but this was different. He say sat so close that you were practically sitting on his lap. You leaned into him closer. You noticed a while ago that he had feelings for you, but you wanted to get him to say something. It has gotten to the point where you sought out quality time with the guys when Loki was around just to make him mad. After you leaned closer he put a hand on your thigh and pulled it a little closer to him. You got lost looking at Loki that you almost forgot about the assassin sitting next to you until he loudly cleared his throat. When you looked over a small blush of embarrassment colored your face. He had a mischievous smirk on his face.

“I gotta go find Steve, you kids have fun,” he said laughing as he chuckled. You laughed and turned to look at the slightly angry god. He stared at the door still as you studied his features. After a few moments he peeled his eyes away from the door and turned towards you.

“Hi,” you said meekly and leaned your head onto his shoulder. You felt him tense up and take a deep breath. You leaned pack and looked into his eyes.

“Can I talk to you about something,” you said pulling at his shirt slightly. He nodded somberly and looked into your eyes carefully.

“Why do you always get so touchy and angry when i’m hanging out with the guys,” you said with an almost childlike amount of innocence. Your eyes were confused and focused on him as you said it. Loki could feel his heart beat faster at the look. He couldn’t help but pull you a little closer. He always worried about you, but after seeing you get close to Steve something changed. He felt a constant need to protect you, be close to you, something. Your laugh became something like a drug to him. When he heard it he felt like he was floating. He did everything in his power to hear that laugh. Your cry became his kryptonite. It made him feel weak and sick. He couldn’t handle it. He would do anything in his power to make you happy. He only made you cry once. He didn’t mean to yell at you. The way he felt was the closest thing he had ever felt to when he found out he was adopted. That feeling of betrayal, except this time it was a betrayal against himself. The pain stabbed him in the heart. He ended up sitting with you in your room with you for hours, apologizing mercilessly until you felt better. The question you asked him threw him off. He didn’t know if he should tell you. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you because he couldn’t bottle up his emotions. He spent his whole life bottling them up, why couldn’t he just keep this away. The affect you had on him was disconcerting. After only knowing you for a short time he knew he would lay down his life for you with no hesitation. When he pulled himself back to reality he found himself pulled into your doe like eyes. The color almost swam through your eyes as he contemplated his decision. Before he could think of what to say you leaned into him. By the time he noticed your lips were almost touching his. You didn’t connect your lips, just stayed very close to him.

“I’m enamored with you Y/N,” He said quietly. Almost as if he was quite no one could take this moment from him. You smiled, and he swore he could see a tear in your eye. That sight caught him off guard, he couldn’t bear the thought of making you cry. He put both his hands on your cheeks and looked at you distraught.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying? I’m sorry, I won’t say it again,” He said frantically looking into your eyes. He couldn’t help but pull away from you, he thought he was making you cry. You wrapped your arms around his back and tried to pull him closer to you.

“No, i’m just crying because i’m so happy,” You said leaning into him until your foreheads were touching. He smiled as wider than he ever had before. He thought he could float away in the feeling of making you happy.

He closed his eyes and tilted your head up to him. He slowly connected your lips to his. The moments your lips touched his he felt fireworks erupt between your lips. It felt like Thor had just struck him. His entire being felt like it was on fire. He held you as close as he could. You helped him lift you into his lap. He felt a feeling of content spread through his chest. Everything about this felt so right. He was so lost in the feeling of you that he failed to notice the door to the common room open.

When Bucky left the room he went to the kitchen and told the rest of the team about you and Loki’s moment of closeness. Everyone knew about Loki’s preoccupation with you, but knew bringing it up would only encourage Loki to hide his feelings further. When Thor caught wind of his little brother possibly finding love everyone had to practically hold him back for long enough for Loki to even do anything. When Thor was finally able to get in the room, and saw you kissing Loki while sitting on his lap he couldn’t help but cheer. As soon as the both of you heard him you disconnected, and jumped back from each other. In the process of standing off Loki’s lap you fell. Loki instantly jumped up to help you up.

“You did it brother! Congratulations to you and lady Y/N,” Thor said as he raised his arms as he walked over to the both of you. A heavy blush covered your face as Loki’s arm looped around your waist after helping you to your feet. As Thor began to attempt to pull you into a hug his arm pulled you into his side as tight as he could nearly pulling you behind him. Thor backed off when he saw this, but continued to go on and on about how happy he was for the two of you. You didn’t really notice what he was saying, you were too busy staring up at the man who’s lips taste like the sweetest cake you had ever tasted. While the two of them chatted you just stared him lovingly. You somehow felt a hundred times better with Loki by your side than you ever thought. Maybe sometimes peoples warnings really have no merit.

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A/N: Sorry this took so long. I will try to post another tomorrow and get my life sorted. Thank you for the request as always. Requests are still open, and encouraged. If you need anything ever my messages are always open. I hope you enjoyed my writing have a great day/night.❤❤

(sorry if there are mistakes)

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angelteyam · 5 years

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Rewrite the Stars, Part 1 (p.p.)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Super!OC

Summary: Steve Rogers finds more than he bargained for in the remains of a crumbling building, smack dab in the middle of the Battle of New York.

Word Count: 2,977

Warnings: Major character death, mentions of human remains, Endgame spoilers (derp), panic attacks/anxiety, mentions of depression, nightmares, blood/cuts, bruising, vomit, and just a whole lot of angst

A/N: Wow this took a million years to finally finish but the first chapter is FINALLY HERE!!!!!!!! Thank you a katrillion times to @parrkerspeters for all you’ve done to help with this story. You’re an amazing friend and I’d sell my soul for you any day. <3 I hope you guys enjoy this and I hope you like Charlie, she’s come to mean a lot to me and I know you guys will love her. I love you all, and thank you so much for reading!! <3

Steve Rogers was tired. He was so, so tired. The battle had been raging on for hours now, and the portal in the sky above the Empire State building didn’t seem to be closing anytime soon. He pummeled his shield into the chest of a Chitauri soldier. Then flung it up into the air, right into the barrel of one of their ships. Tony and Banner were off dealing with the big guys, and he had just finished boosting Natasha into the air to hitch a ride up to the cube.

Lighting pierced the sky as Thor thrust Mjolnir up into the air, striking down every soldier within a 10-yard radius. Clint fired an explosive arrow into one of the soldier’s heads, sending him and his ship careening into the remaining ships behind them. The Avengers seemed to be winning so far. But as Steve watched a hoard of Chitauri flood down 67th, he sighed heavily, wiping the sweat and a small trail of blood from his brow. The rest of the team were otherwise occupied at the moment, meaning he would have to deal with the pests himself for the time being.

Steve bounded down the street, gave himself a boost off the roof of a car, and sprinted off in pursuit of the alien soldiers. They were no match for his speed (or his strength for that matter), and he managed to wipe most of them out with a few quick swings of his shield before they even stepped off the street. He let out a sigh of relief, knowing that there were families in the buildings surrounding him, hiding away from the battle taking place in the city. Steve knew the innocent civilians wouldn’t stand a chance against the aliens.

It seemed that Steve couldn’t catch a break that day, as a flash of movement into one of the buildings caught his eye. He swore under his breath and sprinted down the street, trying to get into the building before the soldier could cause any damage.

It was too late. Not a moment later, the ground rumbled beneath his feet and a blast set the building ablaze, sending Steve hurtling backwards and into the windshield of a nearby Volvo.

“No,” he gasped, pushing himself up and speeding towards the apartments. He flung himself up the fire escape a floor at a time, searching the windows for any signs of survivors. A broken window and a giant hole in the floor of a third story apartment caught his eye, and he leapt through the window and into the apartment.

Taking in the sight around him, tears welled in his eyes. The outside structure of the building had deceived him – what remained of the brick exterior was just a mirage of what lay inside: nothing. The entire center of the building was gone, reduced to rubble on the first floor. A bed lay in pieces in the corner, and from what he could tell, it belonged to a young girl judging by the light pink covers peeking through the smoke. He could see the broken remains of the families that once lived here, protruding out of the pile of ashes and dust. All hope of finding any survivors was now lost.

A sharp squeal startled him, and he circled the room, looking and listening for the source of the sound.

“Help!”

There it was again. He’d caught it this time, pinpointing the source of the sound to the room next to the one he was currently in. He slammed his body against the door next to him, and hard. The door broke loose from its frame and tumbled into the adjoining room, breaking what remained of the floor and falling down into the abyss below.

Steve stepped gently around the hole that remained, the floor boards creaking dangerously beneath him. As he looked around the room, he became very aware of the source of the sound.

A young girl, whom Steve gathered to be around 10, stood pressed up against the wall at the corner of the room. The window was to her left, but the hole in the floor reached all the way to the exterior wall, preventing her from using the window as an escape route.

But that wasn’t the only thing that caught Steve’s eye.

The girl was surrounded by a force field of what could only be described as lightning. A broken, mutilated body of the offending Chitauri soldier who had caused the blast lay crumpled at her feet. The lightning pulsed around her, protecting her from anything that might harm her. As pieces of the crumbling roof began to collapse around them, they failed to break through the force field. Steve’s eyes widened as he took in the situation – the girl was standing in the corner of the room, on the only remaining piece of steady flooring left.

“Help me, please,” she pleaded, finally meeting Steve’s eyes.

Oh.

Oh, how she looked like her.

With tumbling chocolate hair and rosy cheeks, she was the spitting image of a young Peggy Carter. Sharon had shown Steve pictures of Peggy when she was a little girl, and this girl looked like she had sprung from the pictures into their time. The only difference separating them were the girl’s eyes, which shone a bright blue.

Steve had to get them out alive.

“Okay,” he answered, “I’m going to get you out of here and somewhere safe. But I need you to listen to me very carefully, okay? This building is going to come down, and I need you to follow my instructions.”

The girl nodded. Steve had never been very adept around children, but his quick speech and his even faster thinking skills seemed to do the trick.

He gingerly made his way to where the girl was standing. “Grab on to me, and hold on tight. We’re going to get out of here.”

The girl retracted her force field and wound her arms around Steve’s neck, pressing herself flat against his back. He made his way back the way he came, all the while the building shuddering around them. The girl squealed as a piece of rubble almost came down on them, knocking another hole through the floor. But Steve kept his cool. He was the adult; he had to.

The pair reached the window where Steve had entered, and he helped the girl through onto the fire escape. She grasped at the metal bars like her life depended on it – which in reality, it did – and the few seconds she and Steve were separated felt like a lifetime. She watched with bated breath as he slipped through the window, the concrete exterior of the building starting to crack, and he heard her whimper as the fire escape began to tilt beneath them. As fast as he could, he grabbed her by the arms and flung her onto his back and began the climb down.

Fate was cruel to him that day. As soon as his feet touched the ladder, the metal began to pitch back and forth as if in a tornado. Steve groaned with effort, his able body keeping them on the ladder, but the girl wasted no time in clamping her eyes shut, small squeals leaving her lips as she was flung back and forth.

“Hold on,” he yelled, picking up his pace. The girl clutched at the straps of his uniform, winding her legs around his waist and hooking them together at the ankles. Just as the building finally collapsed, Steve reached the ground, and began to remove the girl off his back.

But she wouldn’t let go. She stayed wound tightly around him, shaking with tears.

“My parents,” she sobbed, “They fell through when the blast hit. And then one of them flew up with a gun at me, and I don’t know, everything just kind of happened. One minute he was going to pull the trigger and the next he was on the floor.”

Steve’s heart broke for her. This was her first ever interaction with her powers, and she’d just lost her parents. He didn’t think there could be a worse way to find out a person had special abilities.

“Don’t worry,” he said soothingly, walking back down the street where he came from. Broken remains of alien solders and the harsh, blinding metal of cars greeted them as they walked, and the girl kept her head tucked safely between Steve’s shoulder blades until they’d reached the safety of the Quinn Jet. He set her down gently on the ground, and she shrunk in on herself, curling into a ball and resting her head on her knees. Steve grabbed one of the blankets from a storage compartment behind him and draped it over her shoulders. He wrapped her up tightly, making sure she was fully covered up and warm, before she finally found the courage to look up at him.

What greeted her was Steve’s warm smile, and bright blue eyes to match. Comfort washed over her like waves crashing on to a beach, and the tears she’d been crying at the loss of her parents suddenly turned cool.

“You’re safe now. You don’t ever have to be afraid again.”

From that moment on, Charlotte Anderson, or Charlie as they called her, was Steve Rogers’ own personal responsibility. He brought her back to the Avengers Tower with them, and told her that this would be her new home. Of course, the team was completely behind it all, with the exception of Clint.

“Steve, you have no idea how to raise a kid. Hell, the last time Nat gave you a plant you killed it!” Clint almost shouted when he first learned of the situation.

“I can’t just leave her out there, Clint,” Steve responded, clutching the girl’s hand. “She had no idea she even had powers up until this point. She belongs with us, with people who can understand her.”

Clint sighed, looking down at Charlie with soft eyes. He thought about Laura then, about how they’d been trying for what felt like years before they finally had Cooper a few months ago. His throat clenched at the thought of someone leaving Cooper behind if they weren’t around, and he suddenly went soft. How could they abandon her?

He heaved a deep sigh, and looked into Steve’s eyes. What had been soft mere moments prior suddenly became ice cold as he looked at the taller man, and Clint jabbed a pointed finger at Steve’s chest.

“Fine. But if anything ever happens to her, I will murder you.”

And with that, Charlie became an honorary Avenger. When Thor returned from his adventures on Asgard, he helped her train with her powers. He taught her how to understand lightning and electricity, and how to control it. Tony built her a suit of smooth, deep blue woven fibers. The suit glowed with electricity when she activated her powers, and allowed her to move quickly and nimbly. It was, of course, designed to withstand up to Thor’s level of wattage, which in testing had failed many times. But once Tony got the calibrations just right, Charlie and Thor were able to charge each other’s powers. Thor could send a blast of thunder and lightning her way, and her suit would absorb it and redirect the energy back out through her palms. When she laid her hands on Thor’s shoulders, lightning would pulse from Mjolnir, and Thor would go rocketing up into the air, storm clouds building in the sky around them.

Things weren’t always easy. Charlie often had nightmares, and would wake in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, screaming. It felt as if she had been falling through the hole in the floor that had claimed her parents’ lives mere months prior. Steve was always by her side, comforting her through the nightmares. He’d cradle her, and recount how he’d lost his family trying to save the rest of the world – trying to save his home. He’d even lost the person he loved most in the world, only to wake up 70 years later without a clue as to what was going on.

He was Charlie’s rock. When things seemed darkest, when it felt like her world was crumbling to the ground just like her building, Steve would grab on to her and hold her tightly to his chest. He gave her something to clutch onto, a warm and safe haven that she could rely on. The Avengers very quickly became her family, and she became like a daughter to all of them. And it wasn’t very long before the tower began to feel like her home.

When Steve and Tony had their falling out several years later, it sent Charlie to pieces. Steve left and he didn’t come back. At first, she thought he was dead. She wouldn’t come out of her room at the new Avengers compound for days, and even Happy failed to convince her to eat. But then Pepper and Tony had sat her down and explained everything as best they could, without placing any of the blame on Steve. He was just trying to protect his best friend.

But Charlie was nonetheless upset. Now who would she go to? Clint was under house arrest; Natasha had clearly chosen her side. Even Wanda was off God-knows-where with Vision.

That was when Pepper and Tony had offered them to be her new home. She could stay in the compound, where she was comfortable now. They would even be like a real family – Tony promised he’d sit at the table and have dinner with them at least once a week.

How could Charlie say no?

She had no idea where Steve was, and as much as she missed him to bits, she was tired of being shuffled from home to home without any real explanation, without any choice. She really liked Pepper’s company – Pepper was the closest thing she could ever come to having a mother again. She’d followed Steve wherever he went, but now she was 15. And Pepper and Tony hadn’t made any decisions for her. They’d given her the option, and she’d made her choice.

And then came Peter Parker.

Peter was always ruining everything.

Tony had brought him up to the compound to train over the summer, as Tony was constantly developing new web shooters to build into his suit. He’d even let Charlie help with some of the combinations. She’d never actually met Spider-Man, but Tony had told her plenty about him. Tony beamed when he talked about the kid, like he did when he talked to Pepper about Charlie. It was clear that Peter was like the son that Tony never had.

The day Peter arrived to the compound, he practically sprinted into the building. He’d been to summer camp before, but this was superhero summer camp – way better than the robotics camp he had been to in the city. He was moving so fast that he wasn’t at all looking where he was going, and suddenly Peter and Charlie quite literally crashed into each other, Charlie’s treasured stack of books tumbling out of her arms and sprawling onto the floor.

“Ohmygosh, I am so sorry!” Peter stumbled out, “I-I didn’t see you and – shit – oh my god, your books are everywhere, I am so so sorry.”

Charlie was already in a grumpy mood, and now her favorite books were scattered down the marble hallway, their pages bent out of place. “You said that already,” she muttered, bending over to begin collecting them.

“Here, let me get those,” Peter sputtered, hurtling down the hallway and fetching each book off the floor, straightening out the pages as he went. Charlie stood awkwardly watching as he picked them up off the floor, failing to not notice his chocolate brown curls constantly falling in front of his eyes.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Peter said again, gently laying the stack of books in Charlie’s waiting arms. “I’m Peter, by the way, Peter Parker.”

Charlie didn’t even realize they hadn’t connected eyes yet until they finally did. It felt like the universe melted around them, Charlie melting with it until she was reduced to a puddle on the floor. Peter’s eyes glinted in the sunlight, reflecting deep rings of coffee and flecks of gold.

Charlie coughed, realizing she’d been staring for way too long. (But Peter had been staring too). “I’m Charlie.”

“Hi,” Peter breathed, half gasping, “I’m Spider-Man, if we’re using our made-up names.”

Charlie chuckled, and Peter swore his heart seeped down into his toes at the sound. “Hi, Spider-Man. Welcome to the team. I’ll see you around, okay? Try not to break anything else.” She turned away smiling, while a bright pink blush crept up Peter’s cheeks.

“Yeah,” Peter muttered, half under his breath, “Yeah, okay,” as he watched Charlie walk away. He still felt like he couldn’t quite get enough oxygen, despite exhaling heavily once Charlie turned the corner.

Peter had never met anyone in the whole world like her. She may have looked like Peggy when she was younger, but as her powers had developed, and as she’d started to mature, her looks had changed. Her hair was now a dark ebony, and in the right light it almost looked blue. But her eyes were really what held Peter up. They were a crisp, bright blue, and if she turned her head the right way, they looked like actual lightning, like if Charlie had looked at someone hard enough, they’d get electrocuted.

Peter didn’t train very well that day, and neither did Charlie. Immediately, they felt different then before they had met, but neither of them could explain the feeling. But Charlie knew somehow that Peter Parker was going to be a very big problem.

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ohmygoodnessgraciouss · 5 years

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Heist (Loki x Reader) Pt. VI

**ENDGAME SPOILERS**

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Haven’t seen the beginning? Read the first part here!

Welcome back. This is the second to last part of the series. I apologize in advance for the stupid excuses for plots.

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One by one, portals opened up near you. You could see inside slightly. Some were lands you couldn't guess, but you could point out New York City and Wakanda. You could see T'Challa, Shuri, and Okoye step through. You didn't interact with them often, but they were always friendly.

Your smile grew as you saw Sam fly through the portal, circling back. The snap worked, no doubt about it. There was no way this wasn't real.

Your eyes flicked from portal to portal, seeing people you've never met before amongst the familiar faces. Spider-Man, Scarlet Witch, Bucky, and everyone else stepped through. Along with Doctor Strange (who you heard about from Tony), tens of hundreds of people like him stepped through. Ships with more people walked in as well, and Valkyrie flew in on her Pegasus.

Just as the portals were starting to close, Scott climbed up from the rubble with Bruce, Rhodey, and Rocket in his hand. Rocket was on top of Rhodey who was in his iron suit. Scott leaned down to let them jump off of his hand.

You grinned at them brightly and stood next to Clint. The army that came through the portals matched Thanos' army. Only in size though. You had no doubt in your mind that you'd beat them.

"Avengers," Steve yelled, grabbing Mjölnir. That wasn't even the most shocking thing you've seen today. You were still amazed. "Assemble." It was quiet, but that didn't stop Thor from yelling out a war cry as everyone started running into the fight.

You ran along with them, holding the gauntlet in your hand. You can't do much while holding it except make sure that it doesn't fall into anyone else's hands. Your back stung with pain still, but it didn't matter. There was too much adrenaline running in your veins.

"Where do you want this damn thing?!" You asked as you ran through the battlefield. Dodging alien after alien was rough. You wanted to fight.

"Keep that thing as far away from Thanos as possible!" Tony yelled.

"No!" Bruce interrupted. "Get it to the time machine. We can send it back."

"Well, that's going to be a little hard considering it was probably destroyed!" You dodged another alien as Peter used his web to blind it. You gave him a thankful glance before turning towards an open area.

"Wait! We have one other time machine" Scott jumped in. A distant car horn could be heard playing La Cucaracha.

"Valkyrie, can you find an ugly, brown van?" Steve asked.

"I can see it, but you're not going to like where it's parked."

You could only assume it was buried under parts of the building and that it had plenty of enemies surrounding it. "If someone can take these stones off my hands I can get in there and clear a path." You said, stopping to see who was around.

"Y/N, give it to me," T'Challa called out from on top of a hill. You handed him the gauntlet before running into the battle.

You shoved some enemies across the ground. For others, you used their own weapons against them. You'd take their blades and slice their necks or stab them easily. Tony taught you a few self-defense moves in case anything happened.

One more hill. You had one more hill to run up to before you could spot the van. Looking off to your right, Tony and Peter were hugging. The sight warmed your heart. On the other side, Wanda was beating the shit out of Thanos. She destroyed his weapon with ease. You were proud of her and silently cheered her on.

You made it to the top of the hill and slid down. The van laid in a mess of metal only a few yards away. You sprinted towards it, lifting your hands up to lift the metal with your powers. It was heavy and taking a toll on you. Sam backed you up, flying over to use bombs. He was able to break it up until smaller pieces for you. He then fought off several aliens that were racing to you.

The pieces were off the van in no time after that. Scott and Hope were loading up the machine. Just as the gauntlet was making its way over to the van, Thanos threw the last piece of his sword into the machine. It caused a huge explosion, sending you back.

You groaned in pain from the blast. Burns were scattered on your body, you could feel them. You were covered in dust and dirt. Sam flew over to you immediately, going to shield you. "Sam? What are you doing?" You asked him. He was about to respond when a large beam of light struck near you both.

Hundreds of the same thing started flying across the battlefield. They were coming from the ship up in the sky. You could see people getting struck by them and collapsing. The ship suddenly started aiming for something in the sky.

"What the hell is that?" Sam asked as you watched Captain Marvel going through the ship, easily taking it down.

"Our only lifeline," You replied, "Come on, let's go find that gauntlet before someone else does!" You quickly got up.

Thanos pulled the gauntlet on. The energy surged through him quickly. It reminded you too much of what happened five years ago. There was no way you could let it happen again.

Carol ran in before you could. She used her powers to stop him from snapping. She was able to overpower him. Just as she was going to land a final blow on him, he pulled the power stone out and blasted her away.

Thanos placed the stone back into its slot carefully. He was able to wield the stones and scan the grounds. He watched as people were still fighting. He found it almost cute.

You took this as your chance to stop him. Tony was still trying to stand, and Strange knew you had to stall for time. Whatever it takes.

Using your powers you swept in and stopped him from being able to move his hand. "Ah," He began, "The guardian. You couldn't handle losing everyone you loved, could you?"

"You think this is vengeance for everyone I've loved? Oh, no. You're sorely mistaken," You almost laughed, "The snap was for them. This... This is for Loki."

Your attention turned towards Tony and Strange. Your power was draining quickly. Strange looked at you, slowly moving his finger across his neck to tell you to stop. You nodded, and let Thanos win.

Thanos quickly took the advantage and grabbed you by the neck with his good hand. He threw you across like a ragdoll, and you crashed into the ground. You could barely keep your eyes open as Tony made his way in.

Strange helped you up, allowing you to rest on his side. You watched as Tony took the stones out of the gauntlet, smiling slightly.

Thanos threw him off, unaware that the stones were gone. He had a triumphant glint in his eyes as he held his hand up, getting ready to snap. "I am inevitable," He said, as a small clink could be heard. He turned his hand to see that the stones were gone.

Tony sat up, holding his right arm up instead. The stones slowly connected into the suit. The suit took a brutal part of the energy, but it hit him quickly. You could see the bright lights of the stones crawling their way up and through his neck.

Strange carried you over, knowing exactly what you'd do next. Grabbing his left hand, you nearly screamed from the pain. It woke you up quickly, and it felt electrifying. Tony looked at you with worry. "You're not going to do this alone, Tony. We're all in. Whatever it takes," You barely choked it out.

Tony nodded, turning his attention back to Thanos. Strange grabbed your hand. The next thing you knew, Steve held onto Tony's arm. Bucky did the same with Steve. Sam held you by the shoulder, and Peter Parker clung to Peter Quill, who was grabbing Nebula's wrist. One by one, everyone joined in, taking a chunk of the energy with them. It was evenly dispersing, lighting everyone up.

Rocket climbed onto Rhodey, completing the chain. "And we," Tony started, glaring at the Mad Titan, "Are the Avengers."

When Tony snapped, the bright light occurred once more. You opened your eyes when it was gone. Thanos' army was quickly vanishing, just like how your people were a few years ago.

Thanos sat down slowly on a rock. You watched as he slowly faded into dust as well. You couldn't fight the tears that threatened to escape. Your emotions were all over the place currently.

You and Tony took the most damage given that you were the closest to the stones. Tony collapsed shortly after you did. Pepper and Peter immediately went to him. Sam and Thor crouched down and helped you. You were fading quickly. It was getting to be too much.

You faded out when you heard the two words you needed.

"We won."

Staying in the hospital wing of the Avengers tower in New York City was probably the most frustrating thing you've experienced. It was dull, but at least you could watch TV. All across the networks, people were cheering as they reconnected with their loved ones. You didn't need to watch it though. You could hear it right outside. Cheers, celebrations, and parties were all across Manhattan. It was like modern V.E Day.

Tony wheeled in in a wheelchair while knocking on your door. You smiled at him and beckoned him to come in from your bed. You couldn't move your right arm and you were told there was no way you'd be walking for another week.

"What's up, Tony?" You greeted him.

"How are you feeling, kid?"

"Better than I was a few weeks ago, but it still hurts like a bitch sometimes."

"Yeah, well, tough luck. That's what you get for sharing the energy with me." You chuckled lightly.

"Right, I totally regret that move," You retorted.

"Oh, you should. I have to make sure Morgan's godmother outlives me to make sure Pepper has a backup."

"That's hysterical, Tony. It's cute."

"I'm being serious actually," He replied. His gaze was soft yet stern. "You are her godmother."

"I am?" You asked, surprised.

"You've been there for all five years she's been around. You've helped us raise her more than you realize. She gets excited when she knows you're coming over. I want you to be the godmother that Pepper and I despise because you spoil her rotten."

"That's a little hard to do considering her father's a billionaire."

"I threatened to sell all of her toys one night. She's not spoiled all the time." Tony grinned.

"Right, well, I'm honored, Tony. Really."

"Just promise me you won't die anytime soon."

"I promise."

"Stephen," You called Dr. Strange into your room one day. You were being discharged finally after a week of physical therapy.

He walked in nonchalantly, his head slightly tilted in response. Numerous bandages were scattered across his arms still.

"When I was holding Thanos back, he said that I was the guardian," Your mind drifted back to the memory. It felt like it was only yesterday. "I was wondering if you had any idea what he was talking about."

Stephen sighed before sitting down. "The infinity stones were destroyed. Truly. Thanos was able to rid the universe of them with the snap of his fingers. The stones have a sort of subconscious that you may have known due to the Tesseract." You nodded, and he continued, "They were aware that this could happen at some point. Every few centuries or whenever they felt like it, the stones would assign a guardian. Someone or something that could harness the power, and theoretically, create the stones again by exhausting the power."

"So you're saying the stones could be created again?"

"Yes, but only if you're willing to give up your power completely."

"Do we know anyone else who has it?"

"Wanda. Since her powers originate from the mind stone, she could bring the stone back. We could have both the space and mind stones back easily."

"The question is if it's a good idea."

The lakehouse was crowded with Avengers. Everyone who helped out in the battle against Thanos was there. Morgan was being held by her mom, who stood by Tony's side, a wide smile on her face as she introduced Happy to the child. Tears sprung in his eyes at finally getting to meet his best friend's daughter.

You caught up with T'Challa and Bucky in the meanwhile. You noticed Thor walking by with a bottle of beer and wasted no time to grab it out of his hands. He glared at you as you took a sip of it. It was absolutely disgusting, but you had to stop him from drinking.

After talking to most everybody, hugging them, and exchanging new phone numbers, you walked out by the lake to see Steve, Bruce, and Thor all grouped together in front of a new time machine. You and Bruce designed it and built it with ease. Rocket helped out every once in a while.

This time around, instead of making a simple time machine, you were able to create a more complex creation. This one could view the timelines. It had a screen that showed you the outcomes up until your present year. As you learned, there were thousands of different timelines, all differing slightly from each other. There could be one timeline where you beat Thanos in 2018, while another timeline includes Tony's death. Either way, each one was different.

The one you found to be the most shocking was one where Thanos won. That wouldn't be surprising if it didn't end up with the death of all of the Avengers. In this one, Loki witnessed every death firsthand, including your own. He had faked his death in that one, causing him to be able to watch it all unravel. Thor, Bucky, Tony, Nebula, everyone was dead. Thanos had to wipe everyone out in that timeline to complete his mission, and he did.

Steve had one job. He was going to take the stones and place them back where they were taken from. It wouldn't interrupt the timelines then, and life could be normal again. The thing that was eating you alive was the one timeline you could view. That one.

"Bruce, can I?" You asked him as Steve closed the case with the stones.

"Can you what?" He asked although he suspected what you were about to ask for. Your reaction to finding out about Loki was enough to make anyone pity you for a single moment.

"Can I take Loki from that timeline? He shares all of the same memories as we do up until 2018. He has nothing there, you saw it yourself. He's miserable. We could change that."

Bruce pondered the thought for a moment. He couldn't see what damage it could make. "You really love him, don't you?"

You said nothing and kept staring up at him. He nodded in understanding. "Alright, take one of the GPS watches. You can go with Steve. Be careful in that one. We only know what it's like now. We don't know if he's with Thanos at the moment or if something went wrong already."

You tried to calmly take the watch, but the excitement was still clear in your eyes. You walked up to Steve, who carried the stones and Mjolnir up. The two of you started setting up your GPS. One went to 2014 first, the other was going to 2018. The best point in time to go was the one where Loki was last seen in your main timeline. You don't know where he went after that, so it was best to go off of Thor's word.

While waiting for Bruce to program everything into place, you realized something. This opened up a whole new world for everybody. A way to go into alternate dimensions and universes. Your life was no longer in a single universe. You were present in a multiverse, filled with the same people, but different outcomes. It amazed you, and you almost wanted to just go around and explore everywhere. Sadly, you knew there was no way you could do it without messing something up. What you were doing now was messing something up in another timeline. But maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing.

"Alright, we're ready. We'll bring you back in five seconds, got it?" Bruce asked.

You and Steve nodded, but you knew he wasn't coming back. When you talked to him earlier, he was distracted. His eyes kept drifting to a picture of Peggy he had. He told you about how he saw her in 1970. It was only obvious what he wanted to do next.

"Steve," You called out.

"Yeah?" He looked over to you. He knew that you knew what he wanted to do. He hoped you wouldn't say anything though.

"I'm gonna miss you, buddy. I can't say I become close friends with every 90-year old super soldier I meet."

"Bucky and I are the only ones you know and you're friends with both of us." He grinned.

You laughed a little while turning towards Bruce. "Well, you're not wrong. Go for it, Bruce."

He pressed the final button, and you were sent flying through the quantum realm once more. It was time to bring everyone a little joy. You didn't tell Thor in case it didn't happen. Plus, it'd be nice to bring him a little surprise. Maybe it'll snap him out of it.

You were jerked back into place as you stood behind some rubble from a ship. When you looked out to the sides of it, you could see Thanos with an infinity stone. The Black Order was present with him, watching Loki's every move.

Loki was a different story. He was much older than when you had last seen him. It made sense, but it was certainly a change. Although something about this Loki made your blood boil slightly. This was the same Loki who lied about his death and became King of Asgard without letting you know. Well, not the same Loki, but another Loki who did the same thing to another you. Time travel and timelines are weird.

Your eyes drifted to behind Loki, seeing the Hulk nearby and off to the side. He was hurt, but not enough just yet. Your eyes widened when Loki opened his mouth.

"And for another, we have a Hulk."

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travelingstar · 5 years

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Opportunity Chapter 2

Again before I begin, I just want to state that this fic came from me and @starkravingspiders going back and forth on this idea. They will also be writing their own version of this story, so look out for that!

And I wanted to give my thanks to those who liked and reblogged the first chapter. I am so happy to see others enjoying what I’ve given so far.

Peter felt himself turn pale.

He faintly heard his bag drop as he looked at Tony. Everything sounded faint, like a bomb went off next to him and he lost his hearing for a moment.

He knew that this wasn’t Mysterio fucking with him. This wasn’t his sleepy haze messing with him. This was Tony.

Not his Tony.

But Tony regardless.

This Tony looked the same but also different.

He looked healthy, like he had actually ate a decent meal lately. He had a slight tan, and had that glow that Peter rarely saw that now was just radiating off naturally.

The Tony he knew had looked like he had skipped meals, would be pale, rarely smile as much and looked pained.

This Tony was smirking at him and giving off warmth.

Something Peter hadn’t felt in so long.

He must’ve been staring at Tony for a longer time than necessary, cause Tony started to walk up to Peter and gently put his hand on his shoulder. Peter momentarily flinched, but felt himself leaning into that touch. God, it had been so long since he had any affection given to him.

Tony looked at him gently, with those soft dark chocolate brown eyes that Peter could just get lost in. Even those were more radiant than the ones he fell for over five years ago on the Tony he knew.

“C’mon Petey, don’t leave me hanging. Tell me everything about this universe. Am I a mob boss and your a hipster trying to live in the worst part of town to get my attention?”, Tony asked grinning, clearly teasing, but Peter could see that Tony was worried about the college student.

Peter felt himself curl up a bit when imagining explaining to this Tony that not only is he dead but- wait.

How does Tony not know that he’s dead? How did he get into his apartment? Did he land here? How can he help to get him back?

So many questions were running through his head that he didn’t feel Tony slightly shaking him to get his attention.

“Hey Peter, what’s really wrong? You haven’t said anything and you look extremely pale. C’mon, let's sit down okay?”, the older man gently told rather than ask Peter and moved them to the couch where Tony was seated close to him. In any other situation, Peter might’ve blushed over the closeness of Tony.

But here, Peter was really trying to keep calm and sort his brain to make sure he can tell Tony everything without having his own feelings get in the way.

Tony leaned back and let out a buff of air before talking again, “How about this, I ask about a given person and you tell me how you see them in this universe and what they are doing so I don’t accidentally insult them and know which ones to insult.”

He winks at Peter, trying to lighten the mood.

Peter took a deep breath before nodding. He knew he at least owed this Tony this much. Maybe he can ask questions later if he’s lucky. “Okay.”

Peter looked over as Tony dramatically sighed before falling to his side and letting out, “Oh thank god you can talk! I was worried that my boy couldn’t talk, cause your greatest strength had always been your sharp tongued wit. Or at least, in my universe you were.” At the last word, Peter saw Tony deflate a bit.

Wha- No. Peter had to focus. Questions later.

Tony sits back up and looks at Peter before asking, “Okay let's start with Bruce. Where is he?”

Peter was internally sighing with relief that Tony was asking him about someone who Peter barely interacted with. Less pain.

“Well, after Thanos snapped 50% of the universe away, Bruce and the Hulk blamed themselves before fusing together. Last I heard, he was doing research on something I don’t quite remember. However I did hear his hand healed alright after he wielded the second Infinity Gauntlet and yeah.”

Peter’s eyes had wandered off whilst talking and when he looked back at Tony, the older man was staring at him like he had just killed a goat, whilst smoking a huge ass pipe and declaring himself the ruler of Canada. In other words, like he was batshit.

“Wait, what?! Thanos did what? Bruce did what with Hulk? He wielded what? Jesus Christ what else happened in this Universe?”

Peter had rarely seen Tony look this shocked and baffled, he kind of laughed as he watched the man trying to wrap his head around all of this.

“Okay, okay, maybe if I hear about the others I might understand a bit better. Clint?”

Peter had to think for a moment. He never once really talked to Clint and didn’t hear much about him except for the more basic stuff.

“Well I don’t know much about him to be honest, since you from this universe never really talked about Clint all too much. So what I know is that he left the Avengers to look after his family before joining again to fight against the accords, siding with Captain Self Righteous and he got put under house arrest for doing so and I think after his family poofed, he started to go on a killing stream before returning to the Avengers to help go back in time to get the Infinity Stones and him and Natasha were teamed up where Nat sacrificed herself for one of the stones. He’s now back on I think his farm with his family? Sorry if it isn’t much.”

As Peter had told Tony this, his facial expression had morphed to looking like he was about to laugh his ass of, to confused, to horrified, back to being confused like he had been with Bruce.

Tony looked off to the side for a moment before looking at Peter with those mixture of expressions on his face.

“Okay, I think it would be good for me to share my own universes version of the Avengers so that were on the same playing field, so that you aren’t left in the dark. So with Bruce firstly, while he has controlled the Hulk and befriended him, he has never fused with the Hulk. Also Clint having a family is honestly too hilarious. The Clint I know has a family that consists of the Avengers, his dog and the Air Vents at Avengers tower. Sure he likes kids, but him having kids? Never in a million years.”, Tony giggled at the end and throughout that as well.

Tony continued with, “Also Captain Self Righteous? I mean sure Ol Stevie can be a bit stiff, but he couldn’t be that bad right? Right?”

Peter thought that a Captain America who was actually good must be impossible, which he assumed Tony could read off of him, because the man looked worried.

Worried what this universes Captain America did to cause the positive Peter Parker to view him so badly?

Peter sighed and let out a empty laugh.

“Oh god where do you want me to begin? Maybe where he decided to just leave you and not read the Accords that were made to restrict Superheroes and to run after his brainwashed friend who needed to be arrested and taken care or? Or that time that he got me crushed under a container at an airport in Germany after he refused to try and talk to you when you offered? Or when he held back the information that Bucky had killed your parents and he left you in Syberia alone without a working and you had to be hospitalized for weeks, leaving us all worried. Fearing that you might die. And then you did! Not than but later. You saved the universe, leaving behind friends and family and your child. And Steve just bailed and left his responsibilities to live his life with a old love he should’ve let go and leaving behind his friend who was also out of time.”

Peter couldn’t stop the words to pour out of him. All of these feelings were trying to claw their way out of his throat. But he didn’t want to burden this Tony. But he couldn’t stop.

He also couldn’t stop the tears from falling down and his breath starting to shake.

He than felt Tony grabbing his arm and pulling him closer towards him, not having realized that he had scooted away from the man.

Peter tried to pull away, the voice again telling him that Tony didn’t need this. He didn’t need someone to just break down and cry. He didn’t need to have to care for Peter. He was just some dumb kid, he didn’t matter.

Before Peter could reach up and scrub away his tears, he felt Tony gently brushing away his falling tears. He felt a gentle kiss on his head before Tony looked him directly in the eye.

His eyes weren’t harsh, instead his eyes were filled with worry over the college student in front of him.

Tony continues to rub and gently holding his face before starting to talk again, his voice being heavy and yet gentle on Peter’s mind.

“If I’m dead in this universe, why isn’t anyone taking care of you? What about Thor? He would’ve let you stay on Asgard to properly heal. Or Rhodey? He’d never let you out of his sigh and would’ve made sure that you were cared for. Happy? He would have pretty much adopted you and cared for you and would’ve done anything for you. Pepper? She would have at least taken you into Stark Tower or whatever it’s called here. She would’ve given you much more than this old apartment with barely anything. Why didn’t you get anything? Did this universes me give you nothing in the will? Why do I have a kid here? Where is Aunt May and your friends? Where is anyone?”

God did Tony looked pained. Peter wanted to look away, feeling ashamed for making Tony feel this way because of him. Wasn’t it clear why no one was there for Peter?

Peter’s hands gently reached up to touch Tony’s hands that here cupping his face, he could feel himself shaking slightly, but tried to pull himself together. He also tried to keep his voice steady, but it didn’t come out as strong as he had hoped.

“W-why would they care for me? They didn’t know me. They lost you a-and I didn’t want to bother them. I-I wasn’t there when the will was read, but I took that old prototype arc reactor and a old shirt of yours. I know it’s bad, but I badly needed something to remind me of you. After I was gone for 5 years, I found out that you and Pepper had a kid. My friends are now older than me and Aunt May is busy. They are all busy. Why would they care? I'm just some kid who isn’t important. I only annoy others and am not important. I can’t even do my jobs and classwork properly to than be allowed by SHIELD to be Spiderman and help others. I’m just in the way of others and am usele-.”, before the now shaking boy could finish, he was pulled into a tight hug by the older man.

He felt Tony rubbing his back and gently heard him whispering to him to let himself cry and that he’s here and that everything will be okay.

That did Peter in.

He starts to sob into Tony’s shoulder, smelling Tony’s usual smell of machine oil, old cologne and something else. He also smelled like freshly made cookies and warmth.

Peter was both melting and sobbing more and as he was reaching his arms around to hug Tony, he noticed that he had held the old arc reactor in his hand. He must’ve grabbed it whilst rambling.

Peter almost didn’t hear Tony speak up again.

“Peter I don’t know what else to say other than I am sorry. I can’t believe that you weren’t cared for by any of the people who I trust my life with and would do anything for in a heartbeat. I am disgusted that you were thrown to the side like a forgotten toy by the others. They should’ve taken care of you. Myself in this universe should’ve cared for you. I don’t know why SHIELD would have control over your suit and being a superhero, but regardless that is wrong. You saying that your dumb and useless is breaking my heart. You are not dumb. You are not useless. Lord you are so damn important. You help keep everyone determined. God damn, I not only failed you in my universe, but here as well.”

That last comment really struck with Peter and so did the rest of what Tony had said. The way Tony spoke made him think that maybe the way the Avengers in his universe had been acting had been wrong? Tony’s voice had shaken at the last part, which made Peter worried as to what had happened to him. But how had Tony failed him in Tony’s universe?

Peter pulled away a bit and looked at Tony in his eyes, which were filled with sorrow and pain that he was trying to hide.

“Tony. What happened in your universe to me?”, he asked whilst looking into his eyes.

Tony looked away for a moment, turning pale whilst taking a couple of deep breaths before he answers.

“When Thanos came, we were prepared. But the fight was hard. We were close to losing, than you were able to get the gauntlet. You wielded it and Thanos along with his army had turned to dust. You soon also turned to dust. You died whilst I held you in my arms.”

#starker #marvel #fanfic #my writing #angst #self loathing #the avengers are jerks here #opportunity

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yelena-bellova · 5 years

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She Won’t Be Forgotten - Avengers Endgame Fix-It

Summary: The team holds a small funeral/memorial for Natasha and they share their memories with her.

Requested by anon: Can i have one where the avengers hold a funeral for Natasha? We were deprived of that scene in the film Warnings: endgame spoilers (and some direct quotes), heartbreak, just general sadness and pain Word Count: 2,806 Note: WOW. This took a while to write because I wanted to take my time with it. Natasha deserved a funeral scene SO BAD and I’m still bitter she didn’t get one…So here’s what I think it would look like. I originally started writing it taking place at the compound and then I went “crap, the compound is gone” I listened to this really great playlist I found while writing it, it’s called Goodbye Natasha Romanoff and it really put me in the right head space to write it. ENJOY! *passes tissues around Tumblr*

“It’s okay…”

  Natasha’s final words had been playing back in Clint’s head on repeat for the past few days. They had won the battle, Thanos was gone and he was reunited with his family, yet it still felt like a hollow victory. His best friend was gone. He was currently sitting in the guest room of Tony and Pepper’s house, trying to collect himself before going to out to be with the team. Tony’s funeral had happened just hours before, but everyone had been adamant about giving Natasha one as well. He was dreading leaving the room because once he did, it became real. He’d have to say goodbye to her, he’d have to speak about her in past tense…He’d have to come to terms with the fact that Natasha was gone and he wasn’t sure if he could do that. There was a quiet knock at the door, breaking Clint from his frantic thoughts. He mumbled a “come in” and Steve entered the room.    “Hey, we’re ready when you are.” he stated solemnly, putting his hands in his pockets. Clint hesitantly pushed himself out of his chair, walking towards Steve but stopping them both before they exited the room. They hadn’t had time to speak about Natasha’s passing between the battle and dealing with the loss of Tony. Clint didn’t know where to start, feeling like he had failed Steve by being unable to bring Natasha home.

“I really tried to stop her…But it didn’t matter what I did, she…” Clint began to choke up, unable to finish his sentence.   “We both know nobody could have stopped her.” Steve said quietly, staring down at his feet. They stood there for a moment, Clint replaying the moments on Vormir back in his head and Steve trying not to picture what Natasha’s final moments looked like. Steve put his hand on Clint’s shoulder and squeezed it,  “You did everything you could, Clint. Nobody blames you. And I think if Nat could see you right now, she’d kick you for feeling guilty about any part of this.”   Clint chuckled, knowing that Steve was right. They walked out of the house, a comforting arm around each other’s shoulders. Once outside, they saw the team sitting together in the grassy area near the lake. The sun was setting into shades of orange and red that reminded Clint of the color of Natasha’s hair, it was a picturesque scene. They didn’t have chairs, they didn’t have anything of Natasha’s to send in the lake as they had with Tony’s arc reactor, they didn’t even have a picture of her. But that wasn’t going to stop them from taking the time to mourn their friend. In the circle, Steve took a seat in between Sam and Bucky while Clint sat between Wanda and Thor. Clint’s wife and kids hadn’t joined, the Barton’s had decided to have a private funeral once they returned home where the kids could mourn their Auntie Nat in the way they needed. Pepper had wished to join but was in no shape to be around anybody other than her daughter and Happy at the moment. Everyone understood, of course, the loss of Tony obviously still weighing heavily on everyone.   Silence had fallen over the group, Nobody really knew who should start first, but they were all expecting Clint to direct them. Under normal circumstances, he would have been the one to arrange a proper funeral for Natasha. He drew a deep breath and began,   “I, uh, don’t really know where to start. I guess whoever wants to get the ball rolling can go first…”

There was more silence, everyone had something to say but they collectively felt the same as Clint…Once they grieved her, it would become much more real. Everyone’s heads went up once they heard Sam clear his throat and begin speaking,   “I didn’t used to know Natasha all that well, I never really spent that much time with her when I first joined the team. Then when we went on the run, we were together pretty much 24/7 and I got to know her really well. And man, she was an amazing woman. We had so many great conversations, she always made sure she had my back, and she really was one of the most loyal friends you could ever ask for.” he began to tear up and tried to swallow the ball forming in his throat.   “She really became family to me…And I’m gonna miss getting to talk to her.”   Steve patted him on the back, trying his best to comfort his friend. The three of them had formed such a strong bond when they were on the run after the Accords. Bucky began speaking next,   “Natasha and I didn’t have a great first meeting…” he flashbacked to the first time he interacted with the redhead, trying to shoot her down on a Washington highway while he was the Winter Soldier. “But once I came out of the cryo-freeze, Steve and them would come to visit every once in a while, and I really got to spend time with her. She and I would sit by the lake on Wakanda sometimes and we’d talk about what we’d been through. Her in the Red Room, me in Siberia. It was just really nice to talk to somebody who understood…She really tried to help me move on, best I could, and for that, I will always be thankful. I really wish that we could have spent more time together.” Bucky looked down at the grass and began fidgeting with a piece in his metal hand.   “I remember whenever you and she would walk into a room, you’d start speaking Russian and pointing at me and Steve to freak us out.” Sam replied, causing Bucky to chuckle and Steve to form a sad smile.   “Yeah, she had a good sense of humor…” Bucky said wistfully.   “Yeah, she was funny. When we’d be away from the compound,” Rocket said, gesturing towards Nebula who was seated next to him, “I’d email her updates on anything we found. Sometimes I’d try to say something in ‘em that would maybe make her smile…She didn’t smile a lot, but when she did, it would kind of make the rest of us want to...I’m gonna miss that.”

Nebula put a hand on Rocket’s shoulder, she had grown to respect Natasha over the past five years of working alongside her.   “She was an exceptional woman.” was all that Nebula felt like saying. She was still trying to process all of her emotions from the past few days. And knowing that Natasha had to die the same way her sister had was a little too hard for her to deal with at the moment…

“I didn’t get to spend that much time with her but the little I did, wow…” Scott spoke up, “I was blown away by her dedication to the team. I mean, she really loved you guys.”

There was a collective nod around the circle, Natasha had been the one over the past five years to keep the team going best she could. She was the one who stayed up late every night while planning the Time Heist, pouring over new information and thinking up new strategies. If Tony had been considered the heart of the team, Natasha was most definitely the soul…   “I’ve lived over a thousand years, I’ve traveled across the nine realms, and never have I met a fiercer woman.” Thor remarked. “She truly was the embodiment of the word “hero”. It was an honor to fight alongside her…”   There were nods of agreement as everyone thought back to their shared memories with Natasha on the battlefield. No one could deny how much of a badass she was…  

Rhodey was struggling to find the words to explain what Natasha meant to him. They had always had a tight bond and aside from Tony, she was his closest friend. He’d lost the two people that meant the most to him, leaving him to a degree of speechlessness.

  “She was…Nat.” was all he could get out. Everyone smiled, no explanation was needed. Wanda reached over and squeezed his hand warmly before starting to recount her memories…

“I remember when I joined the team, I was so scared and intimidated by everyone, but especially her. She was so fearless, I was afraid to even speak around her. Then she and I started training together, being paired up on missions and before I knew it, we became friends. I’ll always be thankful for the time I got with her, and…” she began to tear up, quickly trying to pull herself together. Clint put his arm around Wanda and pulled her into his side and she began to quietly weep, letting her sentence trail off. Silence fell over the group, the ones who knew Natasha the best were starting to say their goodbyes and there weren’t many dry eyes left.

Bruce adjusted his arm in its sling and cleared his throat,  “Natasha was…She was the person who showed me that I wasn’t the monster I thought I was. She was warm, like the sun…” he fought to continue, but when he talked about the sun, it only reminded him of the special trick she had to calm Bruce down when he went into Hulk mode. It hit him in that moment that he’d never get to hear her speak those words to him again. He’d never get to hold her in his arms again. He’d never get to see her smile again. He’d never get the life he imagined having with her…He would have to walk through life with only the memories of their time together. He carried on, “I just wish I could have gotten a little more time with her. Just to see her one more time…I’d give anything just to have one more minute with her. I miss her more than anything…”

Nobody could stop themselves from shedding tears after Bruce had bared his soul. They knew how he and Natasha had felt about each other and they all wanted to see them get their happy ending. Knowing Bruce had to carry on without her broke each of their hearts.

Steve sat there, tears silently streaming down his face. He didn’t know how he was going to be able to share how he felt about losing her…The pain of losing both Natasha and Tony had almost been too much for him to bear. Bucky put an arm on his friend’s shoulder, Steve took a deep breath and began to collect himself…   “I don’t know what to say about her because honestly, I don’t know if there’s enough words to describe how much I’m gonna miss her…She was my partner but more importantly, she was my friend. Even when she didn’t think she was worthy of trust, I knew I could trust her with my life. I owe so much to her…To be honest, I’m not really sure what to do without her here.” Steve wiped his wet cheeks and sniffled, “I wish she was here.”   The sunset was nearing its end and the solar-powered lights Tony had installed around the house were kicking on, giving the area a warm glow. Clint was the only one who hadn’t spoken and after hearing everyone else talk about his friend, he was even more emotional. He didn’t know how he was going to get through this…Wanda squeezed his hand and removed herself from his embrace, giving him the space to say what he needed to say how he needed to say it. He took in a deep breath and, to everyone’s surprise, let out a small laugh.   

“You know, if she were here she’d be yelling at us for wasting time sitting around mourning her. She’d be telling us to get off our asses, go mourn Tony, do something…Then again if she were here, none of us would be…She didn’t just save half the population, she saved us all too. I know she saved me, so many times…” Clint swallowed the ball in his throat and picked at a blade of grass, “And the one time I try to save her, she goes and saves the whole damn planet.” He thought back to his attempts to outrun her on Vormir, picturing a world where he was gone but Natasha got to live. He smiled thinking of the life she would have lived. He liked to think that she would have ended up with Bruce, maybe he could have convinced her to move out near him and his family. Maybe she would have settled down and gotten the life she never thought she was deserving of. Maybe she’d retire totally from hero work and finally get to rest. Maybe she and Bruce would find a way to become parents, fulfilling both of their hopes to have a child. Maybe she’d take back the life that was stolen from her at such a young age. Maybe she’d find happiness finally.

It was then that Clint broke down.   “It was supposed to be me…I tried so hard. I didn’t let go when she told me to, how could I? How could I let her go? I wanted to save her so badly, but I couldn’t…” he wept into his hands, he hadn’t let himself fall apart over her until now. It finally began to feel real that she was gone. Wanda placed a hand on his arm, wishing she could take away his pain. After a moment, he sniffled and tried to continue speaking,   “It’s not like it would have worked anyway, she would have brought me back to life only to kill me again if I had been the one to make the sacrifice play.”

That time the whole group let out a small laugh, imagining Natasha doing that wasn’t difficult to do.

Clint smiled, “She was a pain in my ass, but I loved her…She meant the world to me. And I’m so happy my kids got to know her, that they have memories with her. And knowing how many lives she touched here makes me real happy because I know she’s never going to be forgotten.” He looked off towards the lake, watching the remnants of the sun begin to disappear. “I wish there was a way to tell her that we won.” he said wistfully.   “She knows.” Wanda replied.   “She would have whipped Thanos’ butt, wouldn’t have needed any help from us.” Sam remarked, causing everyone to laugh. Even Clint was able to crack a toothy smile at the thought of her singlehandedly taking down the titan and his entire army.

“We’re all going to miss her…But we sure as hell aren’t going to let her legacy die.” Steve said, everyone mumbling their agreement.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Wanda exclaimed, standing up and rushing over towards the porch. She lifted a medium-sized object off of a chair and walked back towards the group. It was revealed to be a paper lantern and a lighter, “Pepper found this in the garage and thought we might like to use it.”   Everyone stood up from the ground and collectively walked towards the edge of the lake. Wanda handed the lantern to Clint as she tried to get the lighter to flicker on. She handed it to Steve eventually who struggled with it as well, finally getting it to give off a flame after several tries. Rhodey pulled out his phone quietly and found a soft song to play. Steve lit the lantern and it began it’s controlled blaze. Clint held it in his hands for a few seconds, taking a deep breath. To him, it felt that once he let the lantern go, he’d be letting the last piece of Natasha go. He put his face as close as he could to it without burning himself,   “I love you, Nat.” he whispered.

And then he let go.   They watched as the lantern floated into the sky, emitting a much needed light into the darkness. Tears were shed, hugs were shared, but there was a comforting warmth to the moment that everyone reveled in. They felt Natasha with them as if she was wrapping her arms around all of them. Clint smiled as he watched the lantern go higher and higher, knowing that she was smiling down at them.

The Barton’s held a private memorial and the kids never let go of their memories with Auntie Nat. Pepper financed a memorial statue for her alongside the one she’d commissioned for Tony. Bruce decided he was going to live every day for her, every one of his scientific breakthroughs was dedicated to her. Steve told his and Peggy’s daughter, Natasha, bedtime stories of the heroic Black Widow.

Natasha could never be forgotten. Her family made sure of it.

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worth my while // p. 6

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Summary: After being banished from his home, Thor Odinson has stopped at nothing to prove himself worthy of his throne, title, and power.

After losing the love of your life, you turned to a power you didn’t understand.You know you shouldn’t get involved.

But how could you not?

Pairing: Thor x Reader (Hercules au…kind of…)

A/N: This one...hits all the feels. The very last scene was one I’d had planned the ENTIRE time so it’s arguably one of my favorites.

Warnings: Violence, lots of angst, borderline abuse and definite manipulation, eventual smut, way too many feels, major character death (eventually). A little more harassment on Hades’ part this time around. This chapter has slightly NSFW content, but nothing is explicit this time. Read at your own discretion.

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Hades causes disaster after disaster, week after week. He doesn’t throw you into the mess of things again, thankfully, but he keeps you close and makes you watch the Avengers closely. He quizzes you on them after, insists you spend more time with them.

You don’t give him details of your time with Thor, but he definitely knows something is going on. And he’s using it.

You knowing that drives you to Thor more and more, but it also makes you close yourself off once you’re around him. You crave being close to Thor because he’s kind, because he cares, because he treats you well. Because, clearly, being friends isn’t what he wants. It’s not really what you want, either.

But once you’re in his presence, you’re constantly aware of the things Hades can use against him. You’re constantly thinking of all the ways Hades can use you against Thor.

If you keep a good amount of distance, maybe he can come out of his unharmed. Maybe you can come out of it free. Maybe you’ll be able to make amends, once Hades is done with you.

If he’ll ever be done with you, that is.

You know the team pretty well now. Well enough that Sam and Thor invite you to dinner, which means sixteen pizzas in the living room where you’d waited for Thor that one afternoon.

You settle on the couch next to Thor. Right up against him. He’s so warm, and far too comfortable. You pull your legs up under you and rest your head on his shoulder, completely aware of the eyes around the room that fall on the two of you.

You don’t know what he’s told the team about you, but you’re sure they know something is up just like Hades does. Only, they’re Avengers. They’re good people. Which is something you wouldn’t have said about them before all of this started.

Steve hands you a plate with two slices of pizza, and you smile at him. “Thanks,” you say, and he nods.

Thor takes his plate, puts it in his lap, and stretches an arm across your shoulders.

“Any requests?” Stark asks. His eyes fall on you, too, but not because you’re cuddling with someone you’d verbally swear is only your friend. “You’re the guest of honor. Favorite movie?” he asks.

You pause. This is the first almost-nice thing Stark has thrown your way so far. To be fair to him, you haven’t had many personal interactions, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he’s wary of your sudden presence around his teammate. Someone in his employ.

With a shrug, you tell him, “I’m easy to please.”

“Bet you are,” he says quickly, before looking around the room.

Thor nudges you softly, but you just roll your eyes. Hades has said much worse things about you to your face, so you let Stark’s words roll off your shoulders easily.

You eat your pizza quietly while the group picks a movie. They end up going with Clint’s pick: Moonrise Kingdom. Sam questions him, but Clint just says, “I like Wes Anderson,” with a shrug.

Almost too quickly, voices are asking questions. Too loudly. You can’t hear the movie, but you’re not about to go telling The Avengers to shut the hell up. You look at Thor, and he just nods and eats his pizza.

This must be normal for them, you realize. They don’t just watch movies like normal people. They’re not normal people. Two are genetically modified (Bruce Banner is across the room, beside Stark on a two-seat couch), two are spies (Black Widow is on the floor with Clint), at least three are Veterans of some branch of the military, and the one you’re currently sitting against is a literal alien.

So who cares if they talk over a movie you’ve never seen? It’s not like the movie won’t exist outside of this building, should you want to know what actually does happen later.

Suddenly, all eyes are on you again. You blink at them - mostly Sam, because you know him better than everyone except for Thor - and he chuckles.

“Nat asked if you wanted more pizza,” he says.

“Oh,” you say, looking down at your empty plate. You shake your head. “I’m okay, thanks.”

“We’ve got way too much,” Steve says. “You sure you don’t just want one more?”

You look at the boxes still stacked, one on top of the other. There are a few that’ve been emptied, but most of them are still full. Thor’s told you he eats a lot, and you’re sure someone with an enhanced metabolism like Steve’s probably eats a lot, too. But sixteen pizzas? That is a lot.

Still, you think one extra piece might not be the worst thing.

So you sigh and say, “Fine. Just plain, thanks.” You hand your plate to Sam, who hands it to Steve, who plates another piece before sending it back.

You’ve got a single nibble in your mouth before Stark turns to you.

“So, (Y/N). What is it you do for a living?” he asks.

Thor clears his throat, but you beat him to the answer.

“I’m a maid.”

Again, not the entire truth. But you remember telling Thor that much, so you may as well stick to that story.

Stark nods, but doesn’t seem impressed. You’re not sure why he would. He’s a fucking billionaire. He’s got maids, you’re sure. Maybe that Irish lady is one of them.

“Now tell me, what’s a maid doing getting pushed off a skyscraper in the middle of a mega-monster battle?” he asks.

“Stark,” Thor warns, the vibrations of his voice tickling your side.

But you just turn to look at him, giving him a warning look because you can answer for yourself. You don’t want Thor defending your honor or anything. That only leads to the kind of mess you are actively trying to avoid.

“I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and some jerk chased me to the roof of the building,” you say. “I was just lucky that Thor was there to catch me.”

“He wasn’t,” Stark says shortly.

You don’t miss his point. But he does look back at the television. Steve glares at him, but Stark barely seems to notice.

You bite your lip and consider leaving, but being right up against Thor makes moving so difficult. Going home to your empty apartment for the night seems so wrong.

You know that, if Stark really wanted you gone, he’d have you escorted out of the building. It is his building, after all. Maybe you should tell him that you sided with him on the Accords deal, but you’re not sure what kind of a touchy subject that is right now. It’s not part of the conversation going on around you, so you decide to hold off.

If it never comes up, that’s fine. You don’t need to win over Stark, anyway. Hades plans on tearing this team apart, so you trying to wiggle your way into their good graces is probably not the best idea.

When the movie is over, you offer to help clean up, but the team refuses. They tell you to sit back and relax, because you’re Thor’s guest. Sam grabs your empty plate, then Thor’s, then takes a stack of them to the kitchen around the corner. Steve and Tony take care of the pizza boxes. Clint and Nat handle cups and napkins. Bruce turns the television back to local news.

Thor stands. He turns and holds a hand out to you. You look toward the kitchen, wondering what’s planned next for one of these pizza-movie evenings, but Thor tells you, “They won’t miss us, I promise.”

So you take his hand, stand up, and follow him to the elevator.

The whole way to his apartment, you remind yourself that you have a rule. Two rules, actually. One: you’re keeping this casual. Just friends, no emotions. Two: you’re not allowed to stay over. You can cuddle and talk, but at some point, you need to go home and wake up in your own bed in the morning.

The last thing you need is for Hades to call you in for the day, only to have Thor pick up your phone and find everything out before you’re ready to tell him what he needs to know.

You take a look at his clock, then remember that it’s on Asgard’s time. Your phone says Midgardian time is about 10pm. It’s getting late, at least for a woman to be walking home alone. You could take a cab, Hades wouldn’t mind paying.

That sets you at ease a little.

Enough to fall into step with Thor as he goes into his bedroom. You haven’t been back here before, but you try not to make anything of it. It’s just a bedroom, though his bed is fucking huge. It has to be - his body is long and wide and he needs to fit on this mattress every night.

You take off your shoes and socks and jump onto his mattress, nearly sinking into it. The sheets are actual silk. It’s the most luxurious bed you’ve ever been in, and when you relax, you can’t help but let out a little moan.

Thor chuckles and shakes his head, but joins you anyway.

“I take it you approve?” he asks.

“Anyone who doesn’t is clearly wrong,” you reply. And then you laugh together, and your whole face heats up.

That’s all you want. Just...to have him smile like that - so happy and genuine - at you forever. He’s so handsome, and his laughter is so endearing, and if you don’t do something about it, you’re going to fall into a pit that you won’t be able to get yourself out of before he gets hurt, too.

So you reach forward and kiss him, because you know that’s the quickest way to shut him up.

But just as quickly, he pulls back. He holds you above him and gives you a confused look. “I thought we were just going to be friends,” he says.

And you nod. “We are.”

“Then why are you kissing me?”

“Friends kiss.”

He freezes. Just stares at you. Finally, he asks, “They do?”

“Sometimes,” you tell him. “Friends can have casual sex. That’s not a thing on Asgard?”

He shrugs. “Casual sex is, sure. Among friends? Not quite as often.”

You wonder if it’s because he’s a prince, like if you’d asked a member of his court or any random Asgardian the same question, would their answer be any different? Ultimately, you decided it didn’t matter.

You and Thor weren’t on Asgard. You were on Earth, where your only option was to engage casually, if you were going to engage at all.

“That’s what you want?” he asks, as if he can read your mind.

You force yourself to nod. “Is that okay?”

He lets out a heavy breath, and you know, immediately, it’s not what he wants. It’s not really okay. His eyes are a little dull, comparatively, just to match.

“It is better than nothing at all, I suppose.”

You hate that answer, and you know he does, too. It almost completely ruins the mood. You almost give in, almost apologize for doing this to him.

Almost.

But you can’t. You can’t even think of what it’ll mean if you do.

You lean in again, pause for just a second, almost whisper an apology again, but think better of it. One day. One day, when all of this is over, maybe then you’ll get to apologize for playing him like this.

At least you know what you’re doing to him. Or...maybe that makes it worse.

One of your only two rules is that you don’t stay over.

And yet, you let yourself fall asleep wrapped up in Thor. You can’t really help it. He’s so warm and comfortable, and he doesn’t give you much of a choice.

He’s worn you out. Shown you what kind of bliss only he can really show you, then insisted you rest because there’s no way you can walk home when your legs are like jelly.

You wake up in the middle of the night and weigh your options. You could call a cab. You could get dressed and still go home and follow your own rule on a technicality - you’d still be waking up in your own bed in the morning.

But you’re already here, in Avengers Tower. There are so many floors to go through, so many possibilities of waking someone up or running into someone between the residential floors and the lobby. And even if you don’t, that means you have to go all the way down to the lobby by yourself at...four in the morning.

Even if the Irish lady is around and watching, the idea of leaving now isn’t perfect. It’s not ideal. Doesn’t make you want to leap out of Thor’s bed.

Especially not with his arm thrown over your middle.

You know you can’t like the feeling of having Thor hold you like this. But you do. You really, really do.

And because you do, you slide out from under him. Throw your legs off the side of the bed, stand up, and grab the first article of clothing you find.

It’s huge. Thor’s shirt, you realize. It’s a plain gray t-shirt. You throw it over your head, sighing as the cool cotton settles on your shoulders. It’s too dark to find anything else without causing a ruckus, but you do anyway, only half-regretting it when Thor groans and leans over to seek you out. His fingers brush your side, find a shirt there instead of bare skin, and he groans again.

You can’t help but laugh at the exhausted sound he makes as he rolls over - literally rolls over - until his face is in your back.

“Where are you going?” he whines, mouth moving against the shirt.

The laugh turns affectionate before you can stop it. You look back at him as best as you can, both in the dark and with how close he is. “Just wanted to get some fresh air.”

“So you weren’t leaving?”

At that, you turn carefully. When you can, you put your hands on the sides of his face and gently pull until you know he’s looking at you. “Since I’m wearing your shirt, and only your shirt, and it’s four in the morning, no. I’m not leaving.”

The sigh he lets out fills you up with glee. You know you shouldn’t let it, but you do. He just...sounds so relieved that you’re not leaving him. The thought that he wants you to stay is too satisfying. It’s too tempting. It’s a lot of too much, and you can’t tell if you’re ignoring it is a subtle way of giving in or a very clear way of keeping distance.

“C’mon then,” he mutters. And then he’s pulling out of your grip, and you let him because you have to. You just barely see his silhouette stand and find clothes on his side of the room before he turns on a lamp from his bedside table. That’s when you’re able to find your underwear - you only slip your panties back on before Thor’s coming around the bed to grip your hand in his, pulling you from the room.

“Where’re we going?” you ask as he drags you out of the apartment.

He laughs lightly, you shushing him, and says, “To get some fresh air, obviously.”

The Irish lady has the common sense, apparently, to wait until the elevator doors are closed this time. She asks Thor where his destination is, and he tells her, “The roof please, Friday.”

“Her name is Friday?” you ask.

He just shrugs. “You’d have to ask Stark what it stands for.”

But that only confuses you further. “Is she not...like, a real person?”

At that, Thor laughs harder. Unabashedly. But he has the sense to not appear to be laughing at you, not in a way that makes you feel like a fool for having asked. He shakes his head and says, “She’s Artificial Intelligence.”

You nod and laugh at that, too because, of course. That makes sense. You’ve only ever heard the Irish lady - Friday - and she’s been pretty much everywhere.

But now she leaves you and Thor alone as the elevator continues to climb. You wonder how far up you’re really going, because Avengers’ Tower is actually kind of pointed at the top. It’s not like you and Thor can just go out to the spire and hang on - or could you?

The doors open to face another set of doors, but these are heavy and metal and open outwardly. Thor holds one open, lets you out first, and follows you onto a deck that reaches over the city, a glass wall the only barrier between the edge of the deck and the sky.

The only time you’ve ever been close to this high up is when...when Hades pushed you off that building.

But thinking about that will kill the serene mood you definitely feel with your hand in Thor’s. So you kick Hades to the curb, at least for now, and follow Thor out to the edge of the deck. He tells you to sit, so you do, then he backtracks, but you’re too focused on watching Manhattan in the early dawn.

He comes back a moment later with a huge blanket that he rolls out along the cement floor. You look over your shoulder and find a metal cabinet with one of the doors flung open and rows upon rows of more of those blankets - and you think hey, at least Stark prepares for everything. You doubt the intended purpose for these blankets is sex outdoors, but you’re not even sure that’s what’ll happen with you and Thor anyway.

Not now.

Thor gestures for you get comfortable on the blanket. He’s not usually this bossy, you think, but he’s also not being rude. You can see the exhaustion in his eyes - Gods can feel exhausted? - so you don’t put up a fight or even politely decline. Besides, you miss holding him. Genuinely. You know you shouldn’t, that Thor is absolutely forbidden fruit, but it’s too early - too late? - to deny yourself or him the pleasure of touch.

So after you’re settled, Thor makes himself comfortable. His head on your shoulder, legs spread out long, feet hanging off the end of the blanket. He’s quiet for some time - long enough that you think he must’ve fallen asleep.

But then you hear yourself calling out for him. You don’t know what your mouth is doing. He looks up at you, eyes a little bleary but expression generally happy, and smiles.

“Tell me about Asgard,” you say.

You immediately know it’s the wrong move. Not because he reacts badly, but because asking him about this is an emotional weight that suddenly settles. It’s not unpleasant, but that’s the scary part.

He goes into excruciating detail with very little probing. Tells you of golden suns and gleaming palace walls, of hidden hills and glorious gardens. He brings up the colosseum, but only briefly, saying that it is “the place where warriors are made” before moving on.

And you just know that’s where all of this started, to some extent.

When he comes to what you think is a close, he sighs and you ask him, “And...what is it that you did to come here?”

That, he’s more hesitant to divulge.

“You don’t have to say,” you tell him quieter, but you can feel his sigh more than hear it.

“I do not want you to think ill of me for my mistakes,” he says quietly. “I have learned from them, whether or not I’ve been readmitted into Asgard.”

There is, surprisingly, no voice in your head telling you not to place a kiss on his forehead. You do so freely. And then, what you say next explains, to yourself, why.

“There’s nothing you could say that would make me think less of you, Thor.” And you say it reassuringly, lips still against his forehead, so that he knows you’re being sincere.

You wonder what he’d do if he knew it was because of what you are doing at that very moment.

He must feel how truthful you’re being. His arms around you tighten, pull you closer to him, and you throw a leg over his to sort of tangle your body over him. It’s funny, you think, that normally he is so large and intimidating, but right now, he’s just...soft.

So soft. So soft that you almost pull away, but then he’s telling you:

“I nearly incited a war with the Frost Giants of Jötunheimr. A few snuck into my father’s weapons vault and intruded upon what was meant to be my coronation ceremony, and in a fit of childish rage, I flew off the handle. Stormed into their homeworld, threatened their king, attacked their people - I was no better than the sneaky few who went against my father’s peace treaty with their king. Laufy sought retribution. My father sought to make a man out of me.”

He falls into silence then. You think, for a bit, that he might go on, that he just needs a break, but then...nothing. The sun peeks over the horizon just a smidge, and still, he’s unmoved.

“That’s it?” you ask. You had expected much, much worse. But then again, you’re used to Hades.

He looks up at you, confusion creasing the space between his brows. “No need to make high treason and unnecessary warfare sound so trivial,” he says. And he looks genuinely upset.

You smile at him, sure, but you just sigh and push your face right up against his. It’s so...intimate and uncommon for you to do and yet, with Thor, it feels like the most natural move to make. The sirens keeping you from making these decisions have, apparently, been put to sleep.

“It’s just...I wasn’t expecting that. And, to be honest, I’m kind of glad, in a weird way, that you did it. Because now, you’re here.”

You absolutely do not let yourself say with me, but that is all that you deny yourself. And still, even without saying it, it’s like Thor just knows. Like he can sense it’s on the tip of your tongue, fighting its way out of your throat. He nods, and a few of his fingers dip low to slip under the fabric of his shirt on your body. But all they do is touch.

That’s all you need. Just touch.

#thor x reader #thor odinson #thor fic #thor au #hercules au #worth my while fic

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bonesingerofyme-loc · 5 years

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Endgame is a movie about payoffs

An incomplete list of all the great ‘payoffs’ in this movie.

Hulk’s character arc/story is resolved offscreen and Hulk as a character is killed off. Shh no tears, only Banner now.

Loki’s death was meaningless

Thor’s character arc/story wasn’t even regressed, it was reset

Tony and Nebula’s relationship went nowhere

Vision’s body was shoved in a closet for five years I guess

Doctor Strange’s 14 million futures and 1 solution relied on a fucking rat

The main six avengers never got to be on screen fighting together

Natasha was killed off and her death is barely mentioned

Red Skull’s presence was revealed to simply be the writers going wOuLdN’t iT Be CoOl rather than having any deeper meaning or reason for it. Boy would it have made sense for the Avengers to maybe talk to the Stonekeeper since they know next to fuck all about the infinity stones. Or maybe resolve the whole ‘Steve and Red Skull’ thing, because it’s not like that was formative conflict for Steve Rogers.

Loki’s death was seriously fucking meaningless

Rocket sort of just existed. What did he do? Nothing. Who did he interact with? Barely anyone.

Gamora’s character arc/story is reset to a blank slate because she is a new person.

Drax’s whole reason for living was revenge and to strike back at Thanos. Never see Drax in Endgame except as part of the exhaustively long checklist of ‘HEY LOOK X PERSON IS HERE’

Clint going on a murderspree doesn’t matter at all except to give a reason why he isn’t in the first part of the movie. It has no bearing on the events and no one ever speaks to Clint about it. He doesn’t even act any differently from the mostly serious and broody Clint of the previous films. There isn’t even any tension about him coming back, Nat just says ‘Hi Clint come back’ and he’s like ‘k’.

Peter Quill, who I don’t even like, has only a single scene in the movie where his entire growth as a character and relationship with Gamora is reduced to stupid physical humor and a joke.

Carol Danvers was pointless. She exists to save Tony and Nebula, which Thor could’ve done with bifrost and to blow up Sanctuary, which could’ve been done far more interestingly. And yet the movie tried to weave her in pretty well by making her part of Natasha’s galactic avengers and then...did nothing with that idea. Was it too hard to consider maybe she shows up with whats left of NovaCorps or some Kree battleships?

Thanos proves that he was jobbing hard in Infinity War. What’s that, Thanos without any infinity stones could easily beat Tony in Mk85, Thor with both his weapons and Steve Rogers? I guess the entire fight on Titan was him just pissing around. It steals all the weight and strength that Infinity War gave the Avengers by showing that Thanos could’ve squashed any of them at any time and was never actually in danger.

‘Stark. You’re not the only one cursed with knowledge.’ What does that mean? Why does Thanos seem to respect him? Fucking who knows, since we see that in the past Thanos only vaguely knew about the Avengers and thought they were dumb nerds. I guess he read about Tony underneath a Snapple lid.

Back to Natasha’s death - she dies and the movie decides it needs to focus on fucking Bruce of all people, when she and Steve had become very close friends over the past seven years, and from the implications Steve was the only one that actually kept in contact with her post-Snap when the Avengers all retired or fucked off. Fucking Bruce.

Hey while we’re here, let’s keep up with Steve and his relationships. How about the fact he and Bucky never reunite on screen? How about the fact that all we have gotten between Steve and Bucky since Steve got his best friend back was what, three lines total between Infinity War and Endgame?

Or how about Steve and Sam! You know, Sam the therapist that helped break Steve out of his shell. Sam the loyal friend who stood by Steve through thick and thin. Sam, who kind of was Steve’s first ‘real’ friend in the modern day. Sam, who only shows up at the end so old Steve who abandoned his friends can chuck him a shield. No reunion. No real meaningful moment. Just hey I’m old take my shield.

Or Steve and Wanda! Did you guys forget that the secret Avengers adopted her? How they were kind of like a family for that time after Civil War, with Steve the Dad and Natasha the Mom and Wanda their adopted weird magical girl? You know, how they took Wanda under their wing and started teaching her and treating her like a real person? Guess they did forget!

What about Valkyrie too, by the way. Valkyrie who spent a thousand years as a cynical drunk and then Thor helped her out of her self-loathing funk in Ragnarok. And then she I guess just said ‘sucks to be you’ and didn’t even try to help him? Or how about that Thor just kind of chucks her the throne like a party favor. Not even like he recognized she earned it or anything, Thor just said ‘hey, fuck my responsibilities I want to go be a failure in space, so take my job lmao’. Nice. I hate Ragnarok with a passion, but for fuck’s sake.

Nidavellir. Establishes that Eitri is the last of the dwarven forgemasters left, and still has all his knowledge and skill. And that he forged the Gauntlet. And the plans for the Gauntlet are still there. Clearly, that means Tony should just whip together a nanite gauntlet in his basement overnight.

Carol Danvers and Nick Fury. You know, how Captain Marvel set them up as good friends, and then she allegedly shows up wanting to know where he is. Oops. That didn’t make the cut. Or her seeing Fury again after so many years. Double oops. Shit, this is even from the stinger of the last movie these yucks wrote, and they couldn’t even do it. Again - like Gagnarok and others, Cpt. Marvel is not even a movie I liked but COME ON NOW.

The intelligence/wisdom of the infinity stones. The space stone ‘judged’ Red Skull and cast him out. The soul stone has a ‘certain wisdom’. Ultron was made from the intelligence that lurked in the mind stone. Vision was linked to all the other stones and could sense almost a distress from each other stone as Thanos claimed them. NVM, stones destroyed lmao.

Infinity War went out of it’s way to make visually striking and different battle sequences and pulled out all the stops to really showcase powers. We got to see smart and interesting uses of all the stones during the battle on titan. Thanos actually had a wizard duel with Strange, showing that he is so much more than just a brute brawler. He blended caster and bruiser seemlessly. The color palatte was bright and arid, full of reds and oranges and blues and greens, well lit and extremely well choreographed. Tony showcases the amazing functionality of his Mk50 experimental armor. The battle at Avengers compound is dark, a color palette of grey, dark grey, light grey, and brown-grey. The choreography of the fight consisted of ‘surround Thanos and hit him with sticks’. We saw none of the MK85 suit. You know. The LAST suit Tony Stark would ever make. We saw none of Stormbreaker or Mjolnir’s power in Thor’s hands, only the most basic ‘fwoosh lightning’ from when Steve holds it. Where was Thor and his flying, his glowing eyes, Mjolnir-as-a-character that was present in all his fights in the past? Where was Steve’s mixed martial arts and his really acrobatic and distinct fighting style? Where was Tony constantly pulling new weapons and tricks out of his suit? The final fight of the Infinity Saga with the big three, and it’s as inspiring as a mid-aughties superhero duel. Just kind of slamming together and grunting. (I guess all the good fight choreographers were stolen by Alita)

‘I can do this all day’. The iconic line of Steve Rogers in the MCU, a touchstone for his character that is emblematic of his entire life and his drive, that says in six syllables the sum total meaning of what it is to be Captain America. Is played As A Joke.

Pepper Potts, whose character and relationship with Tony Stark to date can be summed up succinctly as ‘Tony no’ while he shouts ‘TONY YES’ now totally agrees with Tony and is all gung-ho about him deciding to risk his life, his daughter’s life, their lives, and the fucking universe to go a-time-travelling. What.

Steven Strange, whose movie was about him struggling to become a sorcerer and let go of his past and his preconceptions as well as the Ancient One seeing potential in him despite his roughness is shown to all be a charade. She actually knew all along he was going to be an OG badass and is so enamored with him that she’s willing to hand away the infinity stone she and her order have protected for millennia at the simple mention of his name.

Acausal time travel. Instead of enriching the previous movies by seamlessly blending into them for the time heist, Endgame goes out of it’s way to say ‘HAHA YEAH NO, THIS IS A BRANCHING TIMELINE’ so when you watch Dark World, Avengers, etc, there’s no intrigue of like ‘oh man, such and such is going on just around the corner’ because they so thoroughly bungled time travel and everything we saw in Endgame breaks the timelines. I can’t believe JK Rowling did a better job creating consistent and coherent time travel that carried narrative weight and tension in a children’s book.

Undoing the snap. All the speculation and theory about how, why, when, what, and it turns out all you have to do is just snap to bring everyone back and then act like the intervening five years of social decay and collapse never happened.

Theodore Ross is very specifically shown in Infinity War to be the Secretary of State. Hm. A character who’s always been an antagonist, always against the avengers...in a high ranking government position...right before 50% of the population is dusted...right, yeah, nothing. Not the President after the snap.

The snap itself. Smash cut to 5 years later, show some quick flybys and pay a bit of lip service to ‘oh yeah things are bad’ but that’s it. Don’t investigate it. Don’t show us how bad things are. Don’t explore it. In fact, everything seems pretty ok. People are still playing Fortnite five years later and cheerfully dabbing and taking selfies, so it’s all good right? Not like half of all life vanished instantly over night and the world is supposed to be falling apart. Nah.

Tony Stark’s death. Did he die to bring back the universe? Did he die to save his friends? Did he die to save his daughter or his family? Nope, he killed himself to kill the already beaten Thanos and his final words were all about himself. bUt ThE cAlLbAcK

Thanos. Killed off. Replaced by a cartoon villain version of himself. The Thanos that is the main antagonist that the Avengers beat? Not the Thanos who we got to know and who starred as the center of Infinity War.

Nebula. Best character in the film. Has no conclusion. No catharsis or reaction to Thanos’ death.

Groot. Split second shot of him and Rocket. No reunion.

Groot, again, and the rest of the Guardians. No chance to see Rocket’s reaction to the realization his entire family is gone or the effect it has on him. What was that scene in Infinity War? “Me? I got a lot to lose. I got a lot.” No relevance.

Stormbreaker. Major plotpoint of Infinity War. OP axe forged by Thor nearly sacrificing his life to a star. Yeets through a blast from a full-stone gauntlet. Is just a beatstick in Endgame, does nothing.

Infinity stones, again. Infinity War made them front and center, showing their many uses and delving deeper into the lore of them. Endgame makes them paperweights that can only snap.

I could go on and on and on. This is just off the top of my head, right now. Payoffs? I guess if you count the writers violently elbowing you in the ribs and shouting HEY ITS THAT SCENE FROM THAT OTHER MOVIE like you’re a drooling idiot as a ‘payoff’ it’s ripe with them, but actual meaningful payoff for a decade of characters and storytelling? Hah. No.

Edit: I will continue to update this as I think of/recall more examples

#marvel #mcu #avengers: endgame #endgame #HOW IRONIC FEIGE #endgame was shit #captain america #tony stark #bruce banner #natasha romanoff #thor #clint barton #avengers

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absentauthor · 6 years

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Halloween Homebody: Part 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Just when you think your Halloween can't get any worse, Bucky shows up at your door. . .drunk on Asgardian mead. This was gonna be one hell of a hangover.

Warnings: A lil’ angsty, a lil’ fluffy. Drunk Bucky (I don’t know if that’s a real warning, but I’ll put it). Some making out (nothing really smutty).

Words: 2000+

Part 1

You weren't one of those people who got tired when they were sad. You wished you were, sleeping it off was oh-so tempting, but you were wired.

Already back in your pajamas and finishing off Halloween (after Jennifer's Body and As Above/So Below), you felt like you were going over where you went wrong over and over. You had misread a signal. . .but where?

You felt like you were going over every interaction you and Bucky had ever had with a fine tooth comb.

It was keeping you up. You decided movies weren't going to lull you to asleep as thoroughly in your current state. You opted instead to curl up with your worn copy of Coraline and try to pretend that the pages weren't tear-stained.

That was when a knock came on your door.

Obviously, you were a little wary. Doors and Coraline will do that to a person, but you stood to answer it anyway.

Rubbing your now makeup-free, tear-streaked cheeks, you opened the door.

Only to find yourself face to face with the person you'd like to see less than the Other Mother at the moment; Bucky Barnes.

"Hiya, doll!"

Still in the army uniform, only more disshelved, he was glassy-eyed, sporting his supposedly long-lost Brooklyn accent and a little bit of a sway in his walk as he stepped passed you. Leaving you with only one logical conclusion.

"Are you drunk?" You asked, dumbfounded.

Super-soldiers were supposed to be immune to alcohol. They could get buzzed, but not drunk. Steve always joked about it. Although, having a grinning Bucky standing in front of you, messy haired and bouncing, you were starting to believe there was an exception to the rule.

You asked again, "Bucky, are you drunk?"

"No! No! No!" He stated, shaking his head with each word.

"Why'd you say it three times?"

"Because there are currently three of you and I didn't want one feeling left out."

Oh, definitely an exception to the rule.

He plopped down on the edge of your bed, kicking his feet up childishly.

"Thor had this drink, right. And it was sooo good. So, so good. I just kept drinkin' it."

You pinched the space between your eyebrows. "You've gotta be kidding me."

"Kidding! I'm not kidding. Unless you want to be kidding, than doll we can kid as much as you want," he said with a suggestive raise of his eyebrows and a little self-satisfied chuckle.

Your jaw dropped and you were certain your cheeks were warm. Damn it, that shouldn't be cute!

"Was that meant to be a euphemism?"

"Euph...a...euph-a-what?"

His look of confusion was too cute for you to describe.

You sighed. Your night had taken yet another turn. You couldn't just kick him out. He was still your friend. It wasn't his fault you had changed your mindset, begun to see him in a different light. He saw you as a friend and he had come to you when he needed help. You couldn't abandon him on his time of need.

"Take off that uniform, Sarge."

His grin was in megawatt territory as he clumsily began unbuttoning buttons and unzippering zippers.

"Yes, ma'am!"

You buried your face in you hands, "Underwear and undershirt stay on, Lothario!"

His pout is nothing short of a petulant child.

Jesus, you were screwed. Your night had definitely taken a turn for the unknown. Good or bad, who knew in the Twilight Zone? At least you still had jokes. Mostly.

___

Bucky was a talkative, energetic drunk. It had taken about an hour to get him into your bed. And yes, that sounded dirty, but it wasn't.

Because there's really nothing dirty about a tossing and turning Bucky, shaking your bed every two seconds trying to get comfortable while you're trying to read.

"Bucky, stop moving."

He huffed, stilling beside you and taking to staring at you while you read. You could feel his eyes on you, even with your trained on the page in front of you. You tried to ignore the warmth you felt with his gaze on you, but it was near impossible. You slammed your book shut.

"Bucky, stop staring!"

That made him laugh. Then hiccup. Damn, how could one be a cute drunk?

"But doll, I just wanna look at ya. You're so damn gorgeous, I can't help myself." Apparently, Drunk Bucky giggles like a kid when he's adamant.

You frown. He couldn't have meant that and you couldn't shut him down completely. He wasn't all there. He couldn't be responsible for what he said. Even if it made your heart want to beat out of your chest.

"Go to sleep," you said, more gruffly than you intended to.

"Did I upset you?" He asked naively, tone rising involuntarily. "I did. I'm a clingy drunken lug, aren't I? I made ya mad!"

He smacks a palm to his forehead and it's almost comical. You can't stay. . .whatever you were before there was a drunken dork in your bed.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I ruined your Halloween," he almost blubbered, hand still over his face.

"Bucky, stop. You didn't ruin my night."

You unintentionally hurt my feelings, because I read more into an invitation you probably meant in friendship and arrived to see you kissing another girl. But you didn't ruin my night.

"You just wanted to stay home and I was pushin' you to go out and you didn't want to. And I was dumb enough to drown my sorrows about it and try to be nice like you and end up getting slobbered on by this girl. . ."

"Slobbered on?"

That didn't exactly sound like a passionate makeout.

"I think she meant to plant one on me, but she just kinda drooled and it was gross and I just drank more after that."

Oh, no.

"Well, that wasn't responsible."

You weren't sure how respond when you knew what was coming. You didn't want to know what Bucky and frilly-maid girl got up to, but it looked like you were going to get a crash course.

Then, a surprise. "I didn't wanna kiss 'er. She didn't really wanna kiss me either. She was just hurtin'."

"Sounds like you two had quite the rapport."

"No, we just talked. You know I don't like that rapping stuff."

Oh, naive and drunk Bucky. He stressed you out and made you laugh all without even trying. Especially when he rambled. It was so uncharacteristic of the usual Bucky, who was usually so quiet and humble and often listening to you ramble.

This was a nice change, even if he was about to tell you about his makeout session with a drooling girl.

"She was upset. She got stood up. She was crying. I didn't know what to do." And the surprises just kept coming. "So, I asked myself what you would do."

Your surprise couldn't have been subtle. You probably looked like a puppy, cocking your head to the side in a questioning look. "You did?"

"Uh-huh. And I bought her her drink and listened to her when she talked. Cuz you're real good at listenin' and she needed someone to and all she had was me."

You stayed quiet; it was all you could think to do.

“And she took it the wrong way and just...kissed me. I pushed her off and told her that I had you. Well, wanted you. She got mad. But I-I didn’t wanna kiss her, I wanted to kiss you.”

The tears came unwarranted. Maybe it was the overflow of emotions from earlier, or the manifestation of newer and happier ones, but soon enough you were sniffling once again, wiping the tears away and trying to keep quiet about it. It was no use. Even drunk, Bucky noticed.

"Are ya cryin'?" His voice was a groggy sort of panic you'd never heard. "Doll, please don't cry! You shouldn't cry ever!"

He reached for you, clumsily clutching your face in his large hands. You couldn't help but smile. It was watery and probably pretty ugly, but Bucky smiled that warm, dopey smile back at you anyway.

"You're the best. My best girl! I wanna be around you all the time. Wanna make ya laugh, hold your hand. . .kiss your pretty lookin' lips."

No matter how tempting it was, you knew the latter couldn't become a reality in that particular moment. Even if Bucky was closer, breathing your air, glancing down at your lips. He was of impaired judgement, not of sober mind.

With a steady breath, you pushed a hand against his chest, laying him back against your bed. He followed the pressure of your hand, resting back against the pillow again.

"Go to sleep, Bucky." You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "If you mean it tomorrow, you can plant one on me and I promise I won't slobber on you. Okay?"

"I'll still mean it tomorrow, doll." He chuckled, a smile still on his face as his eyes fell closed. "Happy Halloween."

He stayed facing you and you didn't turn away when you laid beside him.

"Happy Halloween, you drunken lug."

You drifted off into a comfortable, dreamless sleep.

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The next morning, you woke up earlier to make sure you had sole control over the coffee maker. You left a snoring Bucky in your bed, pretending he wasn't the most entrancing person you'd ever had in your bed.

Coffee. A more cohesive focus, even in the wake of a night like the one before.

You tried to keep your expectations low, not let your imagination run wild. You always had your disappointing endings to Halloween and you were almost certain this one would make the list. Bucky was drunk. He probably wouldn't even remember everything that happened, much less what he said to you.

It didn't take long for you to head the telltale pad of footsteps and you pretended that your heart had taken up residence in your throat. You didn't even know if it was him and you were almost gasping.

But then, Bucky was there. Complete with bedhead and furrowed brows, a picture of sleepy-eyed determination.

"Well, you look alive," you said nonchalantly, placing down your coffee mug. "No hangover?"

Your answer was a kiss.

He walked towards you with an air of a man on a mission and you felt like your mind was on delay. You had been caught up in some type of mental haze and soon enough Bucky's lips were on yours.

You could feel your eyes widen for a moment before you closed them, pressing into the kiss.It made your heart pound, your stomach flutter, and your lungs feel empty all at once.

When he pulled you closer at the waist and deepened the kiss, you were still having trouble remembering how normal people breathe. Not that you really cared too much.

He pulled away. You didn't want him to, even though you were half-sure either your chest would collapse from lack of oxygen if you two continued.

"You kissed me," you managed, a little breathless.

"Told you I'd still mean it in the morning, didn't I?"

He grin was infectious and you never guessed you'd get to taste his smile, but soon enough it was pressed against yours.

This kiss was more intense than the first and you couldn't help your gasp, nor your embarrassingly quick reaction time. You pressed into it, threading your hands through his hair.

You tugged a little on it when he gripped the back of your thighs, earning a soft groan as he lifted you onto the kitchen counter. You linked you ankles behind his back, pulling him close and kissing him back as intensely as he was kissing you. You were breathless, even light-headed, but you were also sure that you could kiss Bucky like that for the rest of your life and die happy.

He pulled away, damn him, resting his forehead against yours.

"Be my girl, doll. Go on a date with me. No group things, no parties. Just you and me."

"Kiss me like that Barnes and you can take me anywhere," you laughed, brushing his hair back from his face.

He quirked an eyebrow.

"Even a Halloween party?"

You rolled your eyes, leaning in closer to him.

"Ask me next year,” you said softly, lips brushing over Bucky’s.

"I'll hold you to it."

All seemed to be right with the world. . .until Sam happened into the kitchen.

You pulled away from a reluctant Bucky, almost laughing when you spotted the

Part stunned and part annoyed, Sam walked over to the batch of cookies you'd left on the counter. He scooped up the tray without a word, staring you straight in the eye.

"Let me have the tray and I won't tell you why it's ten times of wrong that you’re mackin' on Barnes where we break bread!”

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A/N: I was super surprised that so many of you liked Halloween Homebody! I based it loosely off my own Halloween experiences the past couple years and I was just really surprised so many people liked it. Writing part 2 was a lot of fun! Drunk Bucky was a bit of a delight to write, honestly. Feedback is always appreciated and I am gonna open my inbox up to requests for oneshots or drabbles, if anyone wants me to write something for them! Thanks so much for reading and Happy belated Halloween!

Disclaimer: I do not own any character that is a part of the MCU or Marvel universe.

Taglist: @stardustsoldierrook @lovely-geek @crazyminnesotagirl @karla-silva

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #littleredwrites

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justreadingfics · 6 years

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Too Long

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: Steve acknowledges his true feelings for you. Is it too late?

Word Count: 3.3k+

Warnings: angst, swearing.

A/N: Ok, my first time. My first Steve. It was so much harder to write for him than it is for Bucky, but now I think I have a new love. This is my submission to @marvelatmytrash writing challenge. Congrats on your milestone, you’re truly amazing! I chose the cliché: 54) “Confession of love comes out in an argument” and the prompt: 38) “You made your choice… And I made mine… just because you can’t live with yours doesn’t mean you get to change mine.” I hope you guys like this! And thank you @lesqui, you’re forever stuck with me, you know that, right?

Part 2

Masterlist.

The strong liquor burns its way down his throat.

Bless Thor and his outer space delicacies; the only way Steve could try and bring some sort of numbness to his mind once in a while. All he wants in the moment is to detach his thoughts from the painful sight he has just witnessed.

As he stares down the amber liquor, the sounds of cheerfulness coming from the lounge are muffled by the kitchen’s door. He wishes the offending noises could vanish and leave him fucking alone.

He sighs, propping his elbows on the table, and takes another sip. You looked so happy. A genuine grin curled your beautiful lips up just a few minutes ago, before he snuck his way out of the room to where he stands now, drinking his brains out, trying to forget all about the scene, failing so marvelously on the particular mission. He never thought there would come the day when a smile of yours would cause him so much pain.

Yes. You said yes. A man who wasn’t him on his knees, asking you the question he should be asking, hearing the beautiful word slipping so easily out of your lips for him. Yes. Such a simple word, turning his whole universe upside down. He has lost you for good.

He pours another glass of the exceptional liquor, the fancy decanter banging against the table as he roughly places it back there. Is this the third, fourth glass? Who cares? He won´t stop. Not when you’re still on his mind.

Flashes of you twirled inside his growing dizzy mind. Your wet bare skin against his, the sound of your breathless laugh as he tickled you between his sheets, the warmth of your hand holding his during Peggy’s funeral, the softness of your arms around him when he discovered Bucky was alive, the smile on your lips and the misery in your eyes when he rejected your love confession…

He had his shot. He did. Years ago. You had what you called a “friends with benefits” deal. A sad smirk twists his lips at the memory of you explaining how the relationship would work, all the ground rules you’d set, just so you would break all of them, one by one. You did cuddle, you did spend the night, you did get jealous, you did develop feelings... He remembers how you wrapped your hands around yourself to hide the trembling in them, even when your firm voice expressed nothing but resolve in your confession. He remembers how tight he felt his chest immediately after telling you he didn’t feel the same way and you should be just friends. No benefits. Nothing else. You smiled at him, and kissed him on the cheek, before forcing a steady pace to leave his bedroom. And just friends you were ever since. At least this is what he’s been telling himself.

He sees it all clearly now. There was always some sort of excuse for him to push aside the way he really felt for you. His job, the guilt of developing feelings for you while Peggy was still alive, Bucky showing up and becoming his number one priority, the Accords and the Avengers falling out...

The fact is, as stupid as it sounds to him now, he wasn’t ready to love you. He wasn’t ready to be loved by you. He knew you would give yourself solely to him and he wasn’t sure he was able to provide you the same surrender. Stupid jerk.

He doesn’t lift his head from his almost empty glass when the joyful voices and the music from the lounge become louder for a second, before getting muffled again.

“Steve?” His heart races. There has always been something in the way you say his name which instigates a fuzz inside his chest. He gulps the rest of his drink, his eyes shut and he hisses at the bittersweet taste.

“Hey,” your sweet voice sounds closer and he looks up to see you had walked to him, standing right in front of where he sat, a crease between your eyebrows as you eyed the decanter on the table. All he wants right now is to run his finger against the adorable line and feel the beautiful traces of your face, “What are you doing here alone?” You look back at him, shaking your head and making a confused grimace.

“Nice ring,” Steve mumbles, ignoring your question, his eyes resting on the new jewel adorning your finger.

“Oh…yeah, it’s something, right? You know Tom, he likes this kind of fancy stuff…” A dismissive soft laugh comes out of your lips.

Focusing on the sparkle in your eyes and the tender way you speak about your now fiancé, Steve misses how you’ve unconsciously covered the shiny rock with your other hand.

“Come on,” you say, a little unnerved under his quiet and unreadable stare. You always knew how to read Steve, even if the outcome wasn’t always pleasing to you, but tonight it feels like he is slipping through your fingers, “I came to pick up the cake, it's white chocolate and strawberries, I know you love it.”

His gaze follows you as you turn to the fridge, opening the door. Of course you know his favorite cake’s flavor. You know just about everything there´s to know about him.

“I bet Wanda is gonna love it, too.” You talk from behind the opened fridge’s door. Your voice is back to being laced with an uncontainable joy and he hates how miserable it makes him feel, because he knows the reason of your good mood.

“Oh, wow, so you do remember what’s the real celebration here tonight,” he scoffs audibly, his bitter tone matching the way he feels inside as he harshly put the glass back on the table.

Even if he doesn’t see you entirely, he knows you froze at his words. He ignores the pang in his chest as you slowly close the door and look at him, no cake in your hands. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Your lips are tight in a thin line as you stare impassively at him.

He already regrets this whole interaction. He does. But there are few times Steve Rogers loses control of himself and this is definitely one of those times. The tourbillion of feelings in chest, not all of them honorable, and the little, yet effective, influence of the liquor seem to be in control of his actions and words tonight.

“You know exactly what it means.” He gets up, moving to pass by you, only to be stopped by you stepping in front of him. He raises his chin up, folding his arms in front of his chest.

“Actually, I don’t. Please enlighten me.” You mirror his defiance posture, but your tone remains disconcertingly calm, even with you expression and your whole stiffened posture exposing the increasing tension on your body.

His jaw clenches before he continues “Do you know how long has it been since Wanda last celebrated her birthday? And the first time she feels at ease and excited about it, you and your boy toy had to go and steal all the attention with that little stunt.” He waves his hand on the direction of the door.

You blink, unfolding your arms, and averting your gaze down, seeming lost for a second before raising livid eyes at him, “What the hell, Steve? You know damn well this wasn’t the intention, Tom just-”

“Wanted to be the center of attention, like he always does. Now, if you excuse me-” You stop him from leaving once again, holding a grip on his elbow. The touch of your hands is a flame burning on his skin. He misses you so damn much.

“I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you,” You say through your teeth, so close from his face he can feel your hot breath covering his cheeks. His heart pounds against his chest as, despite the evident hurt and anger on your voice, your eyes convey the care and gentleness they always held for him. “But this isn’t you and whatever it is going on, it doesn’t excuse you from being a jackass, so, you wanna tell me what it is now, or tomorrow, when you feel like shit?”

He sighs, shaking his head. He really doesn't want to fight with you. The anger consuming him isn’t directed at you, but at himself, “It’s just… I-I,” he stutters, trying to choose words that wouldn’t ruin everything, but finding none. What could he tell you now without lying? Without changing everything between you two? He couldn’t bear the idea of the likely consequences of telling you the truth, your rejection, tainting such an important night for you or worse, making you suffer, more than he knows he already did. “I’m sorry,” is all he can mumble, avoiding your unyielding gaze.

“Not happening,” the grip on his elbow gets firmer, “Fucking tell me right now, Rogers, what the hell is happening? Why are you here drinking by yourself and being such an asshole?”

“God, you’re so infuriating,” he snaps out of your grasp, not noticing the way you flinch, but keeps glaring defiantly at him as you let your arms fall to the side.

He runs a hand over his face to his hair, before continuing, exasperation all over his hand’s gestures, “You’re always meddling with other people’s business. With my business. You’re so full of yourself, like you know everything, like you can help everyone. Guess what? You fucking can’t!” Unable to look at your pained expression he turns his back to you and drops his body on the closes chair, burying his hands in his hair as he props his elbows on his legs.

“Steve…” you whisper, tentatively placing your hand on his back. The gentle touch, despite his previous harshness, and the sound of his name on your broken voice are overwhelming, like his love for you would combust from inside out and it’s impossible to hold it back any longer.

He can’t help the tears welling up in his eyes as he gets up and grab your hand in both of his. Your eyes widen at the desperation twisting his face.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” His tone is still tie up with austerity, but there’s also a mix of emotions you wouldn’t dare to acknowledge as his eyes are frantically scanning every corner of your face. “Huh?” He makes you gasp as he drags you closer and pulls your hand to his chest, his heart hammering against it.

Looking down to where he holds your hand, you jerk your arm, trying to pull out from his grip, to no avail, “Steve, what-“

“I love you.”

All your movements stall and your gaze meets his.

“I love you,” he repeats, “I love you so damn much. You walk in the room and steal all the air from my lungs, you make me breathless, you touch me and I feel myself burn, you make thirsty,” his words mingle with his panting and he licks his lips, “and then you smile…” he allows one for himself for a brief moment before continuing, “and it makes me calm and hopeful, happy, worthy.” His hand is squeezing yours desperately as you keep looking at him, an unreadable expression on your face, “You make me selfish, you make me greedy- Y/N, baby,” His other hand cups your cheek, “I’m so damn greedy for you. You’re everything I want and I want everything with you. I love you.”

He feels like he’s heart is about to explode, but at the same time is like the world has left his shoulders after a long time of lodged there. He loves you and he won’t deny it anymore, not to you, not to him, or to anyone.

“Please say something,” he murmurs, after what feels like an eternity. You hadn’t said anything, you hadn’t even moved after he started talking. You just stood there, staring at him. Until your lips start trembling.

“Yes, you are,” you finally whisper.

“What?” Steve asks, stroking your cheek with his thumb as his forehead creases.

“Selfish,” you say through clenched jaw, swatting his hand away from your face and pushing him on his shoulder, “You’re so fucking selfish, Steve Rogers. Who gave you the goddamn right?” You push him again with all your strength and he lets himself stumble backwards, releasing your hand he was holding against his chest.

He knows you don’t have it in you to care about the hurt surely crossing his face, not this time. You had never looked at him the way you look now, with such anger, frustration, disappointment. And he never felt more lost in his life.

“Sweetheart, please…” he steps forward.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” you extend a hand, stopping him midway, the furry in your eyes burning against his, “I’m not your sweetheart, never have been. You were always pretty clear about it.” The statement and the laugh which follows, devoid of any kind of amusement, makes him visibly wince.

You shake your head and continue, “I can’t believe you, Steve. Tonight, after all the nights you and I have spent together, after the nights I’ve spent awake watching you sleep, comforting you when the tiniest flinch told me you were having a nightmare, after the night I told you I loved you and you said you didn’t want me,” your voice cracks and Steve fights the urge of holding in his arms and never let go. “Tonight is the night you decide everything and everyone don’t come first and you fucking love me and feel like you have the right to tell me so?”

Steve takes a shuddering breath, hating to acknowledge that, despite the more evident anger, you are truly in pain, and it is because of him. His unfairness, his stupidity, his cowardice…

“Y/N, please…” He steps closer.

You step back.

“No.” you point an accusing finger at him, “When the man who loves me enough to ask me to spend the rest of our lives with him in front of everybody and is right on the next room, is the night you find out you love me?”

Not standing the hurt and deception in your eyes, Steve looks away, taking a deep sigh. “I know I hurt you and I’ll never forgive myself for that, but I do love you, Y/N, I just can’t hold it back anymore-”

You sneer loudly and now you’re the one who steps closer to him, which makes him stop talking and look down at you. “If you really loved me,” you say, tilting your head, “You wouldn’t taint the memory of this night for me, which is exactly what you’re doing. No, you don’t love me, you’re just scared you’re losing your little pet for good. What do you expect me to say? To do? Huh?”

“Don’t marry him.” Steve bursts out when an unexpected confidence swells in his guts.

“What?” Disbelief etches in your voice and widened eyes.

“Please don’t marry him.” The words were snagging the back of his throat ever since you said yes to another man, and now he can’t refrain from voicing them anymore. His hands fly to each side of your face and his confidence grows bigger when you don’t push him away, staring back at him. “Please don’t marry him, I love you.” He pours all the feelings consuming him inside on the plead.

“I hate you,” you breathe out. Deep anger sweeps into your voice and his chest heaves when he takes a deep sigh in, “I hate you,” you hit him in the chest with the side of your balled fists.

He doesn’t budge and takes one more step closer, relishing on the comforting scent of your perfume reaching his nostrils, “Don’t do it, I love you,”

“I hate you, fuck you. I hate you, Steve Rogers,” you desperately repeat as tears start to run down freely over your cheeks. It seems to make you even angrier and you start hitting him again and again.

You fight against his hold when he grabs both your hands in his. He brings your palms to his lips, laying lingering kisses on each of them before placing them over his cheeks. “I love you, so much, Y/N.”

“Stop saying that. Stop.” You sob, not pulling back when he leans against your touch. You don’t notice when you take a step closer and you can’t say you’re sure how it happens, but his forehead is resting against yours and his hands are gently cupping your neck. “I hate you.” A barely whisper slips out of your breathless lungs and your fingers cling on his beard.

A faint smile crosses Steve’s lips, “I know, my love. It’s ok. I love you. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be here.” It doesn’t go unnoticed by him how the stiffness in your every muscle seems to ease down a little and you don’t fight his touch any longer. Your eyes are close and you just breathe peacefully.

“Steve…” you whimper and your parted lips are so close to his, all he has to do is to move one inch closer and he would feel you again. Your taste, your sweetness, your love.

Just one inch closer.

“Hey, Y/N, where the hell is the-?” Bucky’s voice breaks the spell and with one swift move you’re out of Steve’s hold and running to throw yourself on Bucky.

He lets the door close behind him to hold you back promptly. He sees a just as distressed Steve from over your shoulder, whose eyes are glued on your back, ignoring the quizzical stare from Bucky.

“Hey…what’s wrong, doll?” Bucky asks at the same time Steve calls for your name and walks on your direction, stopping on his toes at a headshake from his best friend, who eyes him suspiciously, now.

You unwrap your arms from Bucky, but he keeps a protective hand behind your back as you swipe the tears from your face,“I-I’m sorry, Buck, but I don’t feel so good. I guess I’m gonna call Tom and head home now, would you please take the cake to Wanda and say I’m sorry and I wish her all the happiness in the world?” You talk in a rush and force a smile to which Bucky nods, understanding what you need in this moment is to get out of there as soon as possible.

“Y/N, please…” Steve ignores Bucky’s warning expression and walks to you.

“Steve,” you turn to face him, raising a stopping hand to keep him from coming any closer. You take a deep breath and lace your voice with determination “You made your choice…And I made mine…just because you can’t live with yours doesn’t mean you get to change mine.”

The words, deprived of any traces of uncertainty, weigh on his chest and his heart falls along with his whole world. There’s a knife cutting through his ribcage, but he doesn’t try to stop you when you leave the kitchen. When you leave him.

He lost this battle. He lost you. But the the worst is he hurt you. The least he can do do is to entitle you the right of making your own choice. He owes you this much. Even if your choice isn’t him. His broken heart is on him, no one else is to blame.

“What’ve you done, punk?” Bucky asks, not with anger, not with suspicion, but with regret and concern for his best friend, who seems hypnotized by the closed door before him.

Steve knows his expression must carry the deep sadness he’s feeling when Bucky places a kind hand over his shoulder as Steve turns to him. He takes a long quivering breath before gathering all the strength he could to voice the shattering, but simple truth:

“I’ve waited too long, pal.”

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The End.

A/N 2: yeah, not a happy ending! If you know me, you also know this is killing me inside, so a part 2 might be on its way, let me know what you think!

Part 2

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New Neighbors chapter 4

A/N: thanks for your patience!!! I already started chapter 5.

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Summary: Loki is living in the Avengers Tower. You have recently moved into it, as a hired employee by Pepper Potts. First person you met was Loki, the day you moved in.

Chapter 4

As the week dragged on, you just try to stick to a routine. Pepper informs you the group reached their destination the day after Loki left. You don't know why it should bother you so much. You're just an employee, but Pepper noticed more than she let on.

She always worried about Tony, so she recognized the look in your eyes. You only just met the famous Valkyrie, hadn't even learned her real name yet. But you had more interactions with Spiderman, a child! A brave and smart young man, to be honest. If you could have a little brother, you wish it would have been him. And Mr. Stark, he is just so easy to be around.

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Thor looked worried sometimes… but when asked, he puffs up and puts on a macho man air… On the 4th day of their absence, you're sitting down for breakfast, your table has been joined by Ned and now Thor.

Ned asked the blonde, “So, umm, any clue what this mission is Mr. Thor?”

Thor chuckles at how the boy addressed him. “No, Loki didn't tell me. He just left me a note of his pending departure.”

This bit of news surprises you. He only left his brother a note. Yet, he told you in person the night before him heading out. It made that last interaction feel even more special. You decided to keep that tidbit to yourself.

“Thor, I'm surprised you would sit with me.”

This is said with a half smile, remembering the last conversation that you had with him, in how he thought you were inferior to him. He looked like a child who had been scolded. Looking sheepishly towards you.

“I realized that I might have been out of line during that exchange. I owe you an apology.”

Nodding at his words, “Apology accepted. I guess we all have people we miss gone for this secret mission… but aren't they always a secret until it's over and done with?” you end with a laugh, trying to brighten up the mood.

You get a buzz on your phone. It was an email from dusk_and_daggers… Loki! You forgot to save it in your contacts. Opening it:

~To the little Librarian:

We were successful! I'm learning more about cell phones and technology from the spider kid. Hanging out with Magnhild has been awe inspiring, the last Valkyrie. Watching Stark with the child is enduring. I got to observe a new side to him… he'll be a great father someday.

We shouldn't be but another day to clean up. See you for a new life lesson by Friday.

Your Dusk and Daggers ~

(A/N: Magnhild is pronounced: MAH-hilt)

You have a huge smile on your face as you've been reading the email. Ned was showing Thor something on his tablet, but you had giggled at Loki's signature. The sound drawing Thor’s attention.

“Laughing at me? What for?”

You shake your head from side to side.

“No, I was laughing at an email. The team will be back tomorrow sometime.”

Thor wanted to celebrate, he invited you to his quarters after dinner. Thor was gracious, as usual. Walking into his apartment, it was definitely his space. Lots of red and shades of gray or silver. Sitting on a full length red leather couch, Thor brings a couple of glasses, both full with fizzy drinks. Assuming that it was just soda pop, you take one without any hesitation. It tasted like grape flavor. Thor was rummaging through the DVDs he had amassed.

“What movie do you watch when excited and celebrating?”

“I have an idea, a movie marathon… one you've probably never seen before.”

You go to your room to grab a DVD box set. Returning, you put the first one in. It starts off with a small merchant telling the tale of Aladdin and the Arabian Nights. Thor shrugs and sits back to watch this animated film.

He is a great host, taking your glass to refill it a couple times per movie, asking questions here and there. You get to explain how Aladdin is an orphan. He says Iago reminds him of Loki, which isn't too far off. Especially in the second film. The last installment, makes him tear up a bit. Who says Gods can't be sensitive? He's just a gentle giant of a man. Thor laughed at some of the sass in the dialogue through the three films. His favorite thing was the friendships.

After the fourth drink, you're feeling a bit lighter, but chalk it up to having a good time. By the middle of the last movie, you're yawning. You dozed off before the end of it, your head resting on the arm of the couch. Thor gets a blanket, covering you, and turning everything off. Taking himself to his bed. One last fond look at you, he thinks he's glad to have made a new friend.

The next morning, you are awoken by a loud voice, your head was pounding. Opening your eyes hurt, as you looked for the source of the voice.

“Thor! Have you seen Y/N? She wasn't in answering her door or phone. She isn't with anyone else, either.”

Thor comes out from what Loki assumes was the shower, with a towel wrapped around his hips, another drying his hair, that was growing out to his shoulders. He whispers,

“She's on the couch, asleep! You're going to wake her.”

This takes Loki by surprise. Y/N asleep in Thor's apartment? His little librarian, with his brother? Shaking his head to shed that thought. She didn't belong to him.

You slowly sit up, holding your head. Both brothers turned to look at you, concerned with your current position. Loki got to you first, him kneeling on his knees beside the couch, to be level with you.

“What's wrong? Did the blonde brute hurt you?” You tried to laugh, but it hurt to make the movement and sound. A migraine from hell that came with an all over body ache.

“No, but I feel like I'm hungover. I can't understand why though. I only had grape sodas last night. Right, Thor?”

Thor half smiling, “Ummm, it was that flavor, but not soda. It was grape vodka and soda water. Natasha had taught me how to make it, it being one of my favorite Midgard drinks. I made it for our celebration!”

You rolled your eyes, as you laid back on the couch. You got drunk and didn't realize it. Having only been drunk a handful of times in your adult life, in the last 5 years, this was the worst hangover ever.

“Shit, I have a meeting with Pepper today! What time is it? I have to get myself together and look presentable.”

Loki hushes you, “Calm down, its only 8:30, you haven't slept the day away. Can you walk to your apartment?”

You sit up and swing your legs over to sit up properly. Standing upright, but this makes you dizzy. Losing your balance, you wobble and fall back into the cushions. You try again, until Loki shakes his head at you.

“Stop, I'll carry you over, if you would allow me to?” Blinking at his words, you slowly nod. You hated depending on anyone, independent to a fault. This could be an exception. Loki put an arm under your knees and the other behind your back, curling his hand above your waist. He lifts like you're as light as bag of potatoes. Wrapping your arms around his neck, laying down on his shoulder.

Walking through the hallway and using your keycard to unlock your door, Loki looks for your bedroom. Setting you down upon the made bed, he leaves to return with two pills and a glass of your iced tea.

“Here, this is what I seen others take for headaches. I don't know if you would let me try to heal you. I'm not sure if it would make any difference. Since you're not wounded, there's nothing to actually heal.”

You accept the offering of pills and drink them down. You try to smile up at him, but it's more of a tired grin.

“My meeting is at 1pm, so I'm going to rest until lunchtime. Hate to ask for help, but would you please make sure that I'm up by 11:30? So I can shower and eat before I go.”

Loki nods, kissing your forehead. He walks out to go visit Thor.

Loki scolds Thor, “She is a Midgardian, they can't consume their alcohol in the quantities we can. You oaf, she might get sick, how much did she have? Did you need to get her drunk to be with you?”

Thor looks confused and a bit hurt by the accusation. “She drank them, I didn't force her to. I didn't mention that they were alcoholic beverages, I thought she knew.”

Thor was getting dressed, putting on a t-shirt and tucking it into his jeans.

“She announced the good news of your mission, we wanted to celebrate. The child called Ned had a curfew, so it was just Y/N and myself. I misjudged her before. We're just friends, but I wouldn't turn her down if she wanted more. She is beautiful and has musical voice.”

The last couple sentences of Thor's made Loki clench his fists at his sides.

“I know, she's different from other women… I just can't believe you were that reckless with her well being.”

Thor did look guilty. “How can I help her or make it up to her. I didn't mean to cause her to be in such pain.”

“First off, tell mortals when their drink has alcohol or better yet, ask them if they want the alcohol first. Secondly, keep some Tylenol on hand for them, so to help ease the headache.”

Loki storms off out of Thor's apartment.

He has an almost two hours to kill while you rested. His idea to spend time with you was shot. He was angry, but more at himself than Thor. Of course she would like Thor, most women did. Gone for a few days and come back to her in Thor’s apartment. Was this jealousy?

End of chapter 4

A/N: hope you like it! My proofreader loved it.

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 6 years

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Balance on the Head of a Pin

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Loki Odinson x OFC | Word Count: 6956 Warnings: Blood, violence, swearing, Loki being Loki

“I need to kill something.”

“You do not need to, you simply want to.”

“No, brother. I need to kill something before I return to that house and curse that woman to the farthest reaches of the nine realms! There are places I could stick her, Thor that would give rise to such pain, such terror before she died.” Loki clenched his fists again and tried not to either frost over the yard or burst into a flaming ball of green magic.

Thor’s hand came down on his shoulder. “Loki.”

He looked up into his brother’s earnest blue eyes.

“Is that what Lauren would want?” Thor asked.

Loki growled irately and pulled free of his brother. “You did not see the bruises on the boy. You did not see the ones on his sister. You did not comfort my Ástvinur as she cried, again, because of that woman! She breaks Lauren’s heart with every interaction! I can’t keep watching it, Thor!”

“Is there nothing to be done?” Thor sighed, his face showing the same level of disgust and dejection Loki knew was on his own.

Loki scrubbed a hand over his mouth and turned to watch Lauren chase Benny and Sara around the yard. Her dress was a bright red halter style which left her shoulders bare, ended at mid-thigh, and was covered in white polka dots. She’d put her hair up in a knot at the back of her head, and flat sandals in white protected her feet while her torque gleamed brightly around her throat. Usun jumped and played, chasing the children as well, licking at the bare legs of the kids who were dressed for fun in shorts and t-shirts. It was the most casual he’d ever seen Sara or Benny look, and knew by the scowl on Magnolia’s face their attire had been Hoyt’s doing.

“We spoke at length about it once she was calm again.” Loki crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. “She is afraid, my Lauren.”

“Of what?”

“Of losing them altogether. If she accuses her sister of abuse, there are many layers of investigation which will need to be done. People will come and take the children away if it is deemed unsafe for them to be in their mother’s custody. Then there will be a fight, mud will be slung, and Marabeth is very good at making people see what she wishes them to. If Lauren tries and fails, Marabeth can ban her from seeing the children at all. Even with her father’s backing, with my backing, she is not certain they can win this battle. Throw in what is about to happen with Avirett and the Bianci’s… Marabeth could, potentially, claim she was stressed and had herself been abused by Samuel, saying she would never normally hurt her children. That is was the trauma of what has been happening with her husband which had pushed her over the edge. I don’t know.” Loki shook his head. “I just don’t know enough. Lauren has said most people believe it is best if the children stay with their mother and Marabeth will fight hard to keep the image she is presenting.”

“Then what can be done has been. You have protected them with Usun. We are removing the greatest threat, and Lauren’s father has had his eyes opened. You have done your best.”

Loki didn’t bother to mention how he’d threatened Marabeth if she ever touched the children again. It appeared his warning had fallen on deaf ears anyway. “Not everything, but I will rectify that oversite soon.”

Thor frowned at him. “Do not do anything which will upset your Ástvinur.”

“I would never.” Loki threw him a devious smile.

“Time to go,” Stark said, jogging over with the others. “Text came through. Gallo is supposed to head back.”

Loki clapped his hands together and magic flashed. Everyone was kitted out in their standard gear when the light waned except Stark. He looked exactly like Mario Gallo. “Coms.” He held out his hand, and everyone took one, Steve slipping his beneath his helmet. “We will be waiting for you when you arrive,” Loki informed Stark.

“You sure I can’t get shot? Whoa… that’s weird,” Tony muttered when his voice was no longer his own.

“You will sustain no injuries.”

“Really?” he asked, still skeptical.

Loki huffed out a breath and stabbed him in the chest. The blade which had materialized in his hand skidded off Tony’s shirt.

“Jesus!” Tony barked, jumping back.

“Satisfied?” he asked, annoyed at having his skills doubted.

“Yeah, yeah we’re good.” Tony nodded.

“Excellent. I have access to Gallo’s memories. Should you be questioned, I will assist you. He is cocky, annoying, and quick of tongue. In other words… be yourself.”

Steve chuckled. “He got you there.”

“Let’s do this. I’ll see you there.” Tony flipped Steve the bird and jogged off to get in the car hidden beyond the trees.

Loki left the others to their strategizing and return to Lauren, watching them from a few yards away. Worry rippled in her heart and Loki took her gently by the elbows. “Don’t, beloved. We will be fine.”

Lauren set her hands on his chest and began fiddling with the leather straps and metal buckles. “Be careful, please. I’ll be pretty upset if someone gets hurt, but I’d be devastated if it was you.”

He smiled and pulled her closer. “A wife barely a day and already nagging me.”

Her fingers tugged on his armour. “Watch it, buddy. I know where you sleep at night.”

Loki chuckled and kissed her softly. “And threats, too. Will you soon start harping like a fishwife?”

She pulled her arms from his hold and threw them around his neck. “Please,” she whispered against his throat. “Please, be careful.”

“Always, my heart. Always. I promise,” he murmured against her cheek, closing his arms around her. Her pounding heart and slight shaking had him tsking softly. “Everything will be fine, but I can’t leave you if you are in this state, darling.”

“Kiss me,” she whispered. “Kiss me and tell me you love me and then go. Do what you have to and come back safe.”

He lifted a hand to cup her cheek and rubbed away the single tear which fell from her eye. “You are so worried, love. I have never seen you so concerned before when we had to go away.”

She tangled her fingers in his hair. “I never had so much invested before. You, the kids, my family. I need this done, and I need you back here where I know y’all are safe. So kiss me, Loki, tell me you love me, and then go.”

“You are so brave, Lauren.” He leaned down and kissed her, gentle and tender, making certain his love for her was present in the press of his lips. She sighed into it, body falling into his when he deepened the kiss and sipped at her mouth, drawing forth that sweet, delicious flavour from her lips before finally biting into the bottom one softly as he drew away. “I love you, my darling.” He kissed her cheek. “My heart.” Her forehead. “My soul.” The corner of her mouth. “My wife,” he whispered, placing a final peck on her lips. “I will be back soon, everything will be fine, and we will spend a pleasant day with the children.”

He pulled away, smiled reassuringly at the two children clinging to Usun, sent a warning glance to the hound, and rounded on his heel to rejoin the others. With a flick of his hand, he opened a portal and walked through without looking back, the others following in his wake.

***

Lauren pressed a hand to her stomach and the other to her mouth, desperate to stave off the tears. She startled when an arm wrapped her waist and glanced toward Pepper. “Does it ever get easier?”

Pepper smiled and shook her head. “Never.”

“How do you do it? How do you watch Tony go, knowin’ what could be comin’, and not want to break down?”

“Breaking down makes it harder for them to go. So you smile, and you do what you did. Kiss him goodbye, tell him you love him, and hold it together until they leave. Then, you have a little cry and join me in a glass of wine,” Pepper said with a quiet laugh.

“Little early for drinkin’,” Lauren giggled and wiped her face.

“Mmm, it’s never too early for mimosas.” Pepper gave her a wink and led her toward the table where Hoyt and Magnolia were sitting.

Her mother looked grey, not at all well, and Lauren frowned at her father. “Daddy?”

“She knows. About Cissy, about what almost happened last night, and about what Samuel’s been up to.”

“Mama?” Lauren sat at her side and took her hands.

“I don’t… I don’t know… what to do,” she whispered, clutching Lauren’s fingers.

“Nothin’. There ain’t nothin’ to be done. What happens now… it’s outta our hands.” Lauren shook her head. “Cissy’s doin’ what’s best for her. We need to support her and be proud she took this step herself.”

Magnolia nodded, but she did so slowly as if she was only half listening.

“And the team will take care of the other stuff. We just need to be patient. Everythin’ will turn out alright,” she continued to try and assure her mother.

Magnolia ripped her hands away. “Alright? Nothin’ will ever be alright ever again! Priscilla’s gonna be known as a junky, Marabeth’s husband is a criminal!” Her voice rose and grew shrill. “Our family is in shambles and all of it is your fault!” she hissed, getting to her feet. “None of this started until you began stickin’ your nose in other people’s business. NO! Until he started stickin’ his nose where it didn’t belong! You’re the cause of all this! Bringin’ that… that… heathen into my house and stirrin’ up trouble. I’ll never forgive you for this, Lauren!”

“Me?” Lauren snapped, finally having had enough of her mother’s venom. She lurched to her feet to go toe to toe with Magnolia. “No, mama. You don’t get to blame this on me! I had nothin’ to do with Samuel’s lyin’ or his stealin’. I ain’t forcin’ Marabeth to hate on her children. Cissy is the one who chose to do drugs and drink to escape from her responsibilities and life, and I sure as shit didn’t force you to sleep with George!”

Her mother went white. “You… you… I never… you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“I should’a known there was somethin’ happenin’ all those years ago, but I was too naïve, too young to ever even consider such despicable behaviour from the woman who raised me. Who I was so desperate to have love me I cowed down to at every turn, but no more! I’m not some afterthought you can bully and terrorize to your will anymore! I’m a goddamned princess of Asgard and Loki’s wife. I’m not insignificant and it’s time you grew the hell up, mama!”

Magnolia paled even further which Lauren hadn’t thought possible before bursting into tears and rushing for the house.

Hoyt got slowly to his feet. “Lauren… she’s still your mama.”

Lauren lifted her chin. “That doesn’t mean I have to respect her. She lost my respect years ago and has done nothin’ to earn it back. I won’t apologize for finally standin’ up for myself. I won’t!”

“She’s… far more fragile than you realize, Lauren Guillemin,” Hoyt sighed.

“Even if she is, I won’t be part of this toxic relationship with her anymore. I won’t accept blame for somethin’ that had nothin’ to do with me.”

His face hardened, but he nodded once and went after his wife.

Lauren flopped back into her chair, sprawled out with her hand over her eyes, and peaked at Pepper sitting quietly at her side, sipping her coffee like she sat through familial arguments every day. “Welcome to my home. We’re all nuttier than a squirrel’s nest.”

Pepper smirked. “Sweetie, I’m attached to Tony Stark. This?” She circled her fingers toward the house. “Is tame compared to some of the shit him and I’ve dealt with.”

“Least we managed to keep it from the kids,” Lauren sighed and looked toward the children playing with Usun closer to the house.

Her cup clicked softly when Pepper set it down, then she reached forward and linked their fingers together. “I have no right to comment on your family drama, but I do have one thing to say.”

Lauren straightened up and turned to face her. “No, please. I mean, if you gotta sit here and witness it, you may as well speak your peace.”

“I don’t know what the history is here, or only what I have been able to infer, but you weren’t wrong in what you said. Perhaps it was harsh, but sometimes, when we’ve failed to say what we needed to, continuing to bite our tongues until the resentment and anger and disappointment is so strong it won’t be held back any longer, harsh is what happens. You needed to speak and your mother needed to listen. Whether she will or not, that is no longer your problem. Whatever happens from here, whether or not you get an apology and can reconcile your relationship, that is on her.”

Lauren gave a sniffle and reached for the napkin sitting on the tray with the coffee pot. Using it to wipe her eyes, she smiled at Pepper. “Daddy told Loki she’s got a condition. A mental health issue. I don’t remember what he called it, but she’s refused to get help until recently. I hope… maybe this will help kick her in the ass so she’ll actually do it.”

“Maybe it will, but either way, Lauren none of this is your fault.”

“I know,” she whispered. “Loki… he’s done so much for my head. He talks about what I’ve done for him, but… I think he’s done just as much for me.”

Pepper patted her hand. “You’ve blossomed here, Lauren. Truly. Even with all this emotional upheaval, you’ve become someone so strong.”

Lauren gave a watery laugh. “Stop! You’ll make me cry and then Loki will worry.”

“We can’t have that now,” Pepper chuckled. “How about that tour? I’m not much of a horse person but they are certainly pretty.”

“They are definitely that. Kids!” Lauren called out. “Let’s show Ms. Potts around.”

Sara and Benny scampered over, Usun trotting along behind like a four-legged nanny. “I have a pony!” Benny giggled, bouncing up and down at Pepper’s side. “I can show you, Ms. Potts!”

“Ms. Potts is like Mrs. Potts on Beauty and the Beast,” Sara chirped. “But you’re much prettier.”

Pepper smiled softly and tweaked Sara’s nose. “Why thank you, Sara, but how about you both just call me Pepper, and I would love to see your pony, Benny.”

“Let’s go, let’s go!” Benny grabbed her hand and tugged.

Laughing, Pepper got to her feet and the four of them headed around the side of the house as the sun crested the tops of the trees.

***

Loki stepped from the portal into a stand of trees, waiting as the others spread out around him. The portal snapped closed and he materialized his helmet out of thin air, shifted it into the half helmet of gold browband and horns, and slipped it over his head.

“Fancy,” Bucky teased.

“It is far too warm here for the entire thing,” Loki muttered and put his com in his ear. “Stark?”

“Do you know how disgusting this car is? It’s a sedan, Loki. A sedan! And a rental vehicle. There is something sticky on the steering wheel, the engine sounds like someone poured rocks in the motor oil, and I’m not even going to discuss the state of the back seat. Did this man have no concept of hygiene? Good god!”

Natasha snorted out a laugh. “Not up to your standards, Stark?”

“Don’t even start, Romanoff! If you could see the disgusting pigsty I am currently operating you would feel like vomiting too!”

“Prissy,” Bucky coughed.

“Bite me, tin man!”

“Pull it together, Tony. You’ll live.” Steve smirked at Loki. “I’m sure Loki would be willing to delouse you if you need it.”

When all Tony could seem to do was sputter, everyone laughed.

Chuckling softly, Loki raised his hands. “We are shielded from view for the moment, but that does not mean we can’t see who is hiding where.” The shield wavered, then red heat signatures began popping up.

It was a much smaller property than Lauren’s, more the standard style farm. A two-story house with a wraparound porch had a circular drive out front. A large red barn stood three hundred or so feet from the home, with other smaller outbuildings cropping up here and there. A long carport was less than fifty feet from the back of the home and had five vehicles parked beneath it.

Five men were in the barn, three more the house, and one sat sentinel on the front step.

“And Gallo would have made ten,” Loki murmured. “But only one guard. They are feeling overconfident.”

“We could take them now,” Bucky muttered. “Hit them while they’re unprepared.”

“And if there’s another team?” Steve shook his head. “We let this bit with Stark play out.”

“It is a good plan,” Nat murmured.

Loki glanced her way and tilted his head. “Devious is something I do well.”

“You’ve been holding out on us,” Steve muttered, his shield resting at his feet while he waited with his arms crossed.

“I have offered what help was needed. It is not my fault you never asked if I could do more.” Loki cast him a disapproving look.

“Well, I’m sure a shit looking forward to seeing what you’ve got up your sleeve now, Loki,” Bucky grinned.

Loki flicked out his wrist and made his dagger appear, slowly beginning to sharpen it against the stone he held in his other hand. “There will be little I cannot do. I’m afraid your Dr. Strange may be quite… put out by this.”

“Why?” Nat asked, turning on her Widow’s Bites.

“He once thought us equals in strength. I’m afraid that is no longer the case.” Loki laughed softly but it had a very wicked undertone to it.

“You and Strange have never gotten along. What happened there?” Bucky asked.

“Hm, it is unimportant,” Loki muttered.

“Strange called him a witch,” Thor chuckled.

“Shut up, brother.”

“Aren’t witches just another kind of magic user?” Steve asked. “Like Wanda?”

Thor snickered. “Not on Asgard.”

“Foul creatures,” Loki muttered. “Always so pessimistic and just… witchy!”

“They wear a lot of black, so it’s an easy similarity to make,” Thor teased.

“Do shut up, you big oaf,” Loki huffed. “Here comes Stark.”

They all fell silent as the car, a sedan indeed, drove up to the house and slowed.

“Around back. There is space in the carport,” Loki murmured.

“Roger that,” Stark muttered, doing as instructed. He parked and got out, stretching as if he’d been stationary a long time.

The door at the back of the house opened. “Gallo. The Valentino wants to see ya in the barn.” The screen door slammed as he headed down the stairs.

“Guy can’t even get breakfast first?” Tony quipped but waved a hand in acknowledgment and lead the way to the barn.

“Natalia, be a dear and take out the sentry, then clear the house,” Loki murmured.

“On it.” She was gone in silence, not even a leaf twitching.

“Captain, you and Barnes get in position to take the barn. If there is no further threat, Thor and I will assist. Otherwise, Stark can call in his suit while Thor and I take out the second team.”

“Got it.” Steve nodded. He and Bucky went the opposite way of Natasha.

Loki continued to watch the house as Thor shifted closer.

“Tell me what you feel,” Thor said softly.

“The storm gathers, but… something has changed.” Loki frowned, watching Natasha slink along the side of the house and creep up on the porch where she put her bite to good use, catching the rifle before the unconscious man could drop it.

“One down,” she murmured, securing him with cuffs. “Moving on to clear the house. Loki, locations?”

“Rear right corner and second floor, front left room.” Loki peered curiously at the figure on the second floor. “He appears to be in the shower.”

“Oh, goody,” Natasha muttered. “So fun.” Her sarcasm was quite clear in the remark.

“Is the change positive or negative, brother?” Thor asked.

The ravens rose to caw and circle above the trees across from them. “I don’t know yet,” Loki murmured.

“Gallo!”

“Valentino,” Tony muttered. “House was awake when I left.”

“Good. We’re gonna move forward with plan B.”

“What’s this map of?” Stark asked and paper rustled down the com.

“Fairgrounds. You know Sidwell, yeah?” Valentino asked.

“Yes you do,” Loki said. “His ma and yours are friends.”

“Yeah, of course. How’s your ma?” Tony asked.

There was the sound of backs being slapped before a new voice answered. “Ah, you know. Bitches if I visit, bitches if I don’t. Same old, same old.”

“His mother still hasn’t given up her recipe for her meat pies,” Loki added.

“You know my ma still complains about not getting yours’ meat pie recipe,” Tony chuckled.

“Well, if yours would give up her cannoli recipe, we could make ourselves a trade,” Sidwell snickered.

“Sidwell, apparently, specializes in explosives. I would be especially careful what you shoot while in that barn, Captain. Blowing it sky high would see my wife quite upset with me.”

“What you here to blow up?” Tony asked.

Steve asked at the same time, “You got any magic tricks that can find the explosives before we accidentally set them off?”

Loki rolled his eyes at tricks. “Give me a moment.”

“Number two is down,” Natasha murmured. “Heading upstairs.”

“Be careful, Natalia,” Thor fairly purred, and Loki threw him a look. “What?” Thor asked, all innocence.

“I had to explain your ways to Lauren. She was not impressed. Keep your seductive tendencies in your pants, brother,” he grumbled.

“You ruin all my fun,” Thor sighed.

“Yeah, yeah!” Sidwell snickered. “C’mon. We’ll show you.” There was a moment of tension which seemed to resonate through Stark’s com. “I mean, Valentino will explain,” he backtracked quickly.

“Watch yourself, Sidwell,” Valentino growled. “The Avengers will suspect somethin’ by now. My guess is, if they had cameras, they’ve probably got an idea what we’re doing here, though they’ll likely be looking at Avirett first. Gives us time to snatch the kids at the fair.”

“What makes you so sure they’ll go?” Tony asked. “Won’t they just lock down the house and come hunting?”

“The little girl was full of Aunt Lu this and Aunt Lu that. How her Aunt always takes her to the fair. I watched her with them, that sweet piece of ass in that, mmm, back-baring dress.” Valentino hummed in appreciation and Loki’s hands froze in mid-air. “If we can snatch her up today too, the things I’ve got planned for her.”

The men all laughed and Loki’s hands slowly clenched. “Get the location of the second team, Stark. Captain, there are no explosives on site.” He watched Barnes quietly scale the side of the barn and sneak inside an upper window.

“House is clear. Moving to the barn,” Natasha murmured. “Don’t kill him just yet, Loki. We need his intel.”

“Then you had best incapacitate him before I get there,” Loki hissed.

“Brother, we have our own job to do. We must stop whatever explosion is set for later,” Thor murmured.

“He speaks of assaulting my bonded Ástvinur. It is my right, Thor!”

“I’ve got him,” Bucky whispered. “He won’t escape, even if I have to put a bullet in his spine. I’ve got this, Loki.”

“So? What’s the plan?” Tony asked.

“The Avengers are a cocky bunch. They’ll likely think they can protect the bitch and her brood. We have a team standing by to blow the Ferris wheel the minute they catch sight of even one of their ilk. We’ll be shadowin’ the girl. Ten-man team. Take the woman and the kids and haul ass outta there. Bianci wants the kids unharmed but... he doesn’t need to know about the woman. Not right away, anyway.” A few of them laughed along with Valentino.

Loki’s teeth ground loudly together. “Stark.”

“Fuck I hate Ferris wheels. So the bomb set or what?” Tony asked.

“Yeah, it’s set. Push of a button and we’re gold. The Avengers will run off to help, leaving only one or two behind to watch the kids, and that’s when we’ll strike.”

“Good. I wanna get outta here. All this fresh air is making me nauseous. The other team good to go?”

“You’s sure asking a lot a questions all of a sudden, Gallo. What’s up with that?” Valentino asked.

“Nothing!” Tony bluffed. “I just wanna get this done. The Avengers make me nervous. Especially that Iron Man. The last thing I need is a missile blowin’ smoke up my ass!”

“Sei sicuro di stare bene?” Valentino muttered.

You sure you’re fine? Loki mentally translated.

“Yeah. I just need some eats. I’m fine, boss,” Tony said.

Loki knew instantly he’d made a mistake. No one called Valentino boss. That moniker was reserved only for Bianci. “Call your armour! Everyone go!” He shifted both himself and Thor to the hayloft beside Barnes just as Valentino drew his weapon on Tony and the rest of his men followed his lead.

“Who are you?” Valentino barked.

Tony only grinned with Gallo’s face. “Oh, FRIDAY. Be a dear and send it in.” The Iron Man suit plowed through the barn door with Natasha steps behind.

“Hello, boys,” she drawled and punched the closest one in the face.

The Captain kicked in the back door to a hail of bullets bouncing off his shield, while Barnes took out two from the loft. Thor sparked with lightning, his eyes on the one likely to be Sidwell, standing closest to Stark, but Loki only had eyes for Valentino as he unloaded two rounds into Tony’s chest. The bullets ricocheted off and Stark’s suit closed around him.

Loki stepped off the second story to land loudly behind Valentino. “You have made a most grievous error,” he sneered when Valentino spun around and gaped at him in horror. Loki stabbed him twice, once in the arm of the hand holding the gun, sending the weapon tumbling to the ground, the second in the abdomen causing him to double over. “How dare you try to take what’s mine! How dare you talk about my woman as if she were a thing of no value to be used and discarded. How dare you!” he roared and slammed his hand around Valentino’s throat to lift him high and hold him suspended in the air. “I should rip out your lungs and feed them to you for so much as suggesting hurting what I claim as my own!”

“Just… job…” he wheezed and Loki stabbed him twice more, a quick in and out to his thighs. Valentino’s scream ripped through the stillness now present in the barn.

“Easy, brother,” Thor murmured, moving closer with caution, the bomb maker held captive by the back of his clothes. He was dangling from Thor’s fist, stunned and twitching from the lightning still rippling along Thor’s skin.

Loki ignored his brother and threw Valentino at the wall where he hung suspended, ice clawing its way over his ankles and wrists as Loki stalked after him, anger running so cold each step sent frost racing out from beneath his feet. “You will tell me the location of the second team. You will tell me the location of this bomb, or so help me, not even the Norns will recognize you when I drop you into hell!”

“Stand down, Loki,” Steve said, holding out his hand.

“Yes, listen to your Captain,” Valentino chuckled weakly. “Avengers don’t kill their captives.”

“You shut up,” Steve snarled.

Loki drew up in front of the man and dragged his dagger down Valentino’s chest, cutting through fabric and kevlar like a hot knife through butter and leaving a thin red line of welling blood behind on the hitman’s sternum. “Let me make this very clear. The knife wound in your abdomen is quite fatal. Already your belly fills with blood. I estimate…” he cocked his head and frowned, “four minutes until you lose consciousness and six until you are dead. Now.” Loki flicked his hand and a chair appeared he sat regally down upon and crossed his legs. “You can give me what I want and I will stop the bleeding, saving your miserable life, or I will wait until you lose consciousness and simply take it from your mind while allowing you to bleed out. Choose.”

Valentino swallowed thickly. “Where’s Gallo?” he asked.

“Choose.”

“Is he dead?”

“Choose!” Loki roared, causing his eyes to turn red and ice to coat everything around him in a three-foot radius.

“Loki…” Steve murmured, stepping closer.

He cast a disdainful glare at the man in the blue suit. “You cannot make me save this man, Captain. I won’t do it without the answers I seek. He talks, or he dies.”

“Loki, this isn’t our way.”

“No, Captain. It isn’t your way, but it is mine.” He shifted his gaze to Natasha. “And hers.” He turned to look at Barnes. “And, I suspect, his.” Barnes only arched a brow. He looked at the man in the red suit but received no protestations from Stark, and Thor just tapped his hammer against his thigh.

“You’re really gonna let him kill me?” Valentino gasped.

“I am not killing you, you are dying and there is no one with enough medical skills to stop the internal bleeding who can get to you in time before you perish except me, and none of them can force me to assist you. So chose, Valentino. The team and the bomb or your life.”

Fear coated his face and Valentino’s eyes darted around the room, taking in all his unconscious men. “Okay, okay! I’ll talk!” he barked.

“Excellent. The team and the bomb, if you please.” Loki got to his feet and wiped his blade off on Valentino’s clothes. “But know this. If you lie to me, I will know. They do not call me the God of Mischief and Lies for nothing.” He watched absolute terror fill the man’s face and smiled, wicked, sharp, and deadly. “Look at you. You’re holding up better than Gallo did. He pissed himself when I made him choose.” Loki laughed and dragged his dagger down Valentino’s cheek. “Come now… Francis. The bomb and the second team. Time is ticking away, as is your life with every beat,” he tapped the dagger on his chest, “beat,” and tapped it again, “beat of your heart.”

White-faced, Valentino told him everything.

***

Loki’s steps were long and gliding as he paced out of the barn with Thor on his heels. Barnes jogged out a few seconds later and called his name, prompting Loki to pause long enough to allow the soldier to catch up.

“Would you really have let him die?” Bucky asked.

Thor chuckled and Loki smiled the same grin he’d used on Francis. “My dear, Barnes. However, would I explain such a thing to my wife? But I do have a reputation. Why not use it to our advantage?”

“That isn’t a no, Loki,” Bucky grumbled but a smirk was twitching his lips.

Loki sighed and waved a dismissive hand. “Had Valentino passed out, I would have taken what I wished from his mind and healed him before leaving him for SHIELD to deal with trussed up like a villsvin awaiting the spit. Now, are you joining us, or staying here?”

Bucky shook his head. “Think I’ll leave it to you. I better talk Steve off the ledge.”

“Ah, yes. I believe I may have smudged his moral compass today. Pity. He will know better for next time.” Loki flicked his wrist and nodded to Bucky while Thor laughed uproariously and walked through the open portal.

“Come, brother. It is time to have some fun!” Thor called.

“Don’t wreck the town. Don’t hurt any civilians,” Tony warned from the open maw of the barn.

“What do you take me for?” Loki huffed and rolled his eyes.

Stark’s mask snapped up. “I was talking to Thor,” Tony smirked.

“Well, then…” Loki only smiled and walked through the portal.

“Hey! Reindeer games!” Tony barked before Loki could close it behind him. “Where’s my helicopter?”

His smile turned devious. “Why… I do believe it’s in pieces all over the lawn.”

“What!” Tony yelped, eyes bugging out.

“I dislike being spied upon,” Loki snarled and shut the portal with a snap.

“He’s not going to let that go,” Thor murmured, striding with Loki down the still quiet streets of Greenville.

Loki shrugged. “I can fix it if it is that big a deal.”

“Will you?”

He smirked at his brother. “No.”

Thor snickered. “I figured as much.”

“Did you get what you needed from Sidwell?” Loki asked, slowing as they reached the fairgrounds.

Here, already, there was activity. Farmers tending livestock, which… confused him. He had no idea why there were rather large hogs, fluffy and overly clean cattle, and large draft breed horses held in pens off to the side.

“I did,” Thor murmured and glanced at Loki. “This just became more difficult.”

Loki snapped his fingers. “Get the bomb. I will deal with this… crew.”

“And keep all the fun for yourself? Bah!” Thor huffed.

Again, Loki rolled his eyes. “We do not have time to argue about this. Sidwell told you how to disarm it, and if you can’t, you can get it out of here before it goes off.”

“As easily as you could, Loki. Just admit you need to beat the crap out of a few people.”

“Fine! I wish to beat the crap out of a few people. Valentino barely took the edge off,” he huffed.

Thor chuckled and bounced his fist on Loki’s shoulder. “I will see to the bomb. Shall I assume people can no longer see us?”

“Correct, but I used the same spell as when we were children. You can rid yourself of it whenever you wish. Let us finish this. I am tired of my wife being upset.” Loki flowed away, heading toward the far side of the fairgrounds where a white van was parked while Thor jogged toward the Ferris wheel.

The van was nothing special. A large cube van without identifiable markings, like the one Agent Hill often used for surveillance, but inside… inside sat the two men who had helped place the bomb. They were waiting for further orders, orders which would not be forthcoming.

Valentino had been kind enough to explain how Sidwell had built the bomb overnight, snuck into the fairgrounds and placed it under the mechanical unit for the Ferris wheel, then returned to wait with the others while he’d left the two in the van as lookouts.

Jimmy Johnson had been in town long enough to learn there would be a parade down the main street starting in less than an hour. After, the entire town made their way to the fairgrounds where the day was spent judging contests, playing games, and going on rides before the big barbeque, dance, and fireworks later that evening.

The men were to blend in with the crowd and set off the bomb once Valentino gave the word.

The wellspring of rage he’d been doing his best to keep contained finally overflowed. They would have killed dozens, injured so many more, all to take the children of his heart and the woman who was his soul.

There was no hesitation as he stalked toward the back of the van and ripped the doors off their hinges. The men inside jumped up in surprise, stumbling together in their haste. “What the fuck…?”

“Gentlemen,” Loki smiled as he pulled his horns from his head. “You are about to have a terrible day.” He gave the horns a spin before chucking them through the door, hitting the man on the right in the face as Loki stepped inside.

“My nose!” Blood spurted from beneath the fist clamped to his face.

“You’s gonna pay for that!” Jimmy snapped.

Loki only laughed and dodged the wildly thrown punch, returning his own to the man’s ribs. A sharp crack sound and Jimmy screamed. Loki smiled and wrenched his head up by his hair. “I wondered where you had slithered off to, weasel. You were not with your friends, but I knew I would catch up with you eventually.”

The man with the broken nose lunged at him, but Loki materialized a dagger and slammed it into his thigh. The high pitched squeal he made, like that of a pig, hurt Loki’s ears. “Now, now. I am busy at present. Wait your turn.”

The second man fell to the floor, grabbing his leg.

“I remember humans being so much tougher back in the day,” Loki sighed. “You are all just so… fragile now,” he muttered, grabbing the hand flailing at him and breaking Jimmy’s thumb with nothing more than a squeeze of his fingers.

“Ah! Stop, stop! I give up! What do you want? I’ll do anything!” he blubbered.

“Oh, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy… how foolish you are. How forgetful. I told you, quite clearly, to stay away from my woman,” Loki growled in his face, watching as Jimmy’s eyes widened in fear when the glamour of his humanity slowly burned away beneath the blue of his Jotun form. “Yet, here you are, conspiring to take her from me. Did you really think I would allow anyone to take my woman!” he bellowed.

“No! No, no! We were supposed to take the kids! Just the kids!”

“Lies! Valentino changed his mind and wished to take my Lauren for himself. For doing so, he has paid in the coin of blood for his indiscretion against me, against what I claim as mine. Now… now it is your turn,” he hissed and traced an icy trail down the man’s cheek with his finger.

Jimmy’s eyes rolled back at the first contact and he fell into a dead faint.

“Ugh,” Loki huffed, disgusted. “Like I said. Fragile. So weak it’s embarrassing.”

“Please don’t kill me,” blubbered the other man he’d nearly forgotten.

Loki dropped Jimmy to the floor. “The detonator if you please.”

“Cell… cell phone!” He pointed to the one laying on the floor near Loki’s foot.

Loki stepped on it. “Some very nice people from SHIELD will be round to collect you. Behave for them and you will, likely, never see me again. Stir up trouble…” He arched a brow and let the threat hang.

“Yeah, yeah! Yeah. Whatever you say!”

He nodded frantically and Loki stepped over the fallen Jimmy to retrieve his helmet. “Very good.”

“You’d best watch your back,” the man murmured.

Loki narrowed his eyes and glared at the bleeding fool as he allowed his human glamour to return. “Why?”

“Bianci, he’s a mean son of a bitch. He ain’t gonna be happy you all interfered with his business.”

“Bianci will not long have a business to be concerned with,” Loki smiled and jerked his dagger from the man’s leg. Before he could do anything but draw breath to scream, Loki slammed the hilt into the man’s jaw and sent his eyes rolling back in his head as he joined Jimmy in unconsciousness. “Cretin,” he grumbled, rising to his feet. “Come in, Agent Myers. I’m certain you and your men can handle it from here.”

“Loki.” He stepped into the back of the vehicle. Tall and broad of shoulder, the man was exceptionally bald but had bushy dark brows that always reminded Loki of fuzzy insects.

“That one will need a medic, the other has a few broken bones. Nothing serious. I keep forgetting how breakable you humans are.” He shrugged and sauntered for the door. “Thor has the bomb?”

“He managed to remove it without incident. We’re in the process of taking it apart and will soon have the components safely stored.”

“Excellent. I shall leave you to it.” He stepped off the back of the van and Myers stuck his head out the opening.

“Hey, Loki. Is it true?”

“What?” Loki asked, slipping his horns back on his head.

“I overheard a rumour that you and Lauren are… a thing.”

“Thing?” he arched a brow and stared at Myers.

“You know, a thing. Like, you’re dating.”

He said it as if he hoped such a thing were not true and Loki lifted his chin, annoyance filling him at finding out she’d had another admirer. “Lauren and I are not dating.”

Myers gave a relieved sigh. “Oh, well then-”

“We are engaged to be wed.” His face fell into a look of utter shock. “Though, technically, we are already married by Asgardian standards.” Smirking, Loki turned and walked away. “Have a nice day, Agent Myers.”

“You… you too.”

Loki looked back over his shoulder, horns glinting in the sun, matching the gleam of amusement he was certain was in his eyes and let his grin widen. “Oh, I’m certain I will, Agent. Very certain.”

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Let Me Go (Loki Laufeyson x reader)

HeroesOfOlympus: Heyyy y’all! Sorry I've been so M.I.A recently, my computer broke down so I had to write on my phone, which keeps lagging and shutting down before turning back on. Anyway, I couldn't work on anything else after this idea came to mind and I hope you enjoy! I wrote it in a day (record time!) but it's pretty decent.

Description: Based on the song, Let Me Go by Hailee Steinfield. Slight AU as Loki is assigned to stay only in the Avengers tower and is not allowed to leave. Loki and you love each other but his times with you is filled with guilt as he will betray you soon. (+He thinks you’re also better off with Steve)

Reader Gender: Not mentioned/Female or Male

Characters/Ships: Loki Laufeyson x reader, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson

Rating: G

Warnings: Slight AU, angst, angst, angst

You made plans and I, I made problems We were sleeping back to back We know this thing wasn't built to last

“One day, I want to travel with you all over earth.” As you whispered that simple statement, you missed the nervous look that flickered across Loki’s face, too engrossed in sweeping your thumb over the tiny scars littering his hands.

Both your calloused hands were twined together, placed near your stomach, making it easy for you to peer down and play with his fingers. Wiggling backwards, you snuggled closer into Loki’s chest, your back now pressed tightly against his front with your legs tangled up in his.

He responded with a hum, too afraid that his words would fail him, giving away his hesitation and stripping away this mundane but peaceful moment with you. Any time spent alone with you was dearly treasured by him, even if it was filled with shouting remarks that would be regretted immediately or tears.

Tilting your head upwards, you gave the Asgardian a soft smile reserved only for him, dropping every wall you built around yourself, vulnerably asking, “Promise?” Loki wished he could capture this moment of you with wide pleading eyes and the rare, genuine smile he only saw once a day.

Ignoring the pang that shot through his heart, along with the guilt rising in his chest, Loki returned an endearing smile, staying true to his title as God of Lies as he gave a small nod. Lying was worth it if it meant seeing the bright grin spread across your face before you continued to fiddle with his fingers.

Good on paper, picture perfect Chased the high too far, too fast Picket white fence, but we paint it black

Heavy glares were shot towards Loki from every person in the room, except for you and Thor. Wringing his hands anxiously underneath the table, the trickster tried to keep the indifferent and almost bored-like look on his face, fighting down the urge to tremble under all the heated stares.

Eyes flickering to his side, he watched admirably as your special relaxed and soft demeanor with him quickly switched into a hard and cold one that everyone else was used to. The hair that tumbled over your shoulders, which he always found himself playing with, was now tightly pulled back, making you look like the serious warrior you were.

Your sharp voice snapped him out of his daydream of combing through your hair with his fingers, the tone demanding cooperation and leaving no room for argument. “I’m telling you, Loki is a good guy. He doesn’t have any bad intentions, so why can’t he be on the team?”

Ooh, and I wished you would hurt me harder than I hurt you Ooh, and I wish you wouldn't wait for me but you always do

Hearing how you were stubbornly persistent on getting him on the team, even going as far as to fight with the only family you ever had, made the ache in his heart worsen at what he was about to do soon. “Fine. One mission and we’ll see how it goes.” Steve finally relented, silencing the angry protests from the other members with a sharp glare.

“Loki has been good so far, cooperating with us and never stepping out of line. We should give him a chance.” The blonde stated firmly, giving the Asgardian a quick hard glance, which Loki knew meant that he only had one chance to prove himself.

A grin split across your face, immediately making the rest of the team agree to the decision, wanting to keep that smile on your face. As the Captain declared another meeting adjourned and the rest of the team piled out of the room, you lunged into Loki’s arms, giving him a tight hug as you buried your head into his chest.

“You did it.” He whispered in disbelief, his heart swelling with adoration for what you did for him but also clenching in pain at what he would be returning your kindness with soon. At that moment, he wished for nothing more than for you to just hurt him for once, hurt him in a way that wouldn’t make him feel guilty for hurting you.

I've been hoping somebody loves you in the ways I couldn't Somebody's taking care of all of the mess I made Someone you don't have to change

Halting outside of your room, Loki peeped through the tiny crack between the door, intently watching the interaction between you and Steve. The blonde was currently talking about his war stories with you, a subject that even the Asgardian, who wasn’t part of the team, knew was delicate and touchy.

He watched as the usually strong Captain was reduced to a blubbering mess of tears, something Loki would have laughed at before, humans and how emotional they were, but could now fully understand. He knew he would be doing the same after what he would be doing to you.

Focusing on the two of you, he stared as you reached up to take Steve’s head, gingerly pulling it down so that he could bury his head between the crook of your neck. You hesitantly snaked your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you as you ran your fingers through his hair in a soothing manner.

I've been hoping Someone will love you, let me go Someone will love you, let me go I've been hoping Someone will love you, let me go

Seeing the unguarded look on your face, the way you lovingly looked at your leader while combing through his hair, and combining that with the fact that Steve trusted you with his problems, letting you see the vulnerable side to him that was a secret to everyone else, Loki found himself torn.

One side of him was glad, hoping that there was some romantic feelings stirring between you and Steve so that when his true intentions came to light, the Super Soldier would take care of you, make sure you were coping well after his betrayal.

However, the other side of him loved you with all his heart. He didn’t want you to end up with Steve, he wanted you to end up with him. Unfortunately, he was given orders and was threatened if he didn’t carry out his assignment, which would leave you broken-hearted after he completed it.

His conflict came to an end when he saw how comfortable you looked holding Steve. He hoped the latter would help cure your heartbreak once he did what he had to do.

It was for the best.

Spend some time, but this time ain't even I could leave it in the past but you're holding on to what you never had

“Landing in five minutes.” Steve’s stern voice buzzed over the intercom, Loki taking in a shaky breath of apprehension. Pushing down the guilt that had been steadily rising inside of him over each passing second, the Asgardian was quickly distracted by you sliding your hand into his.

Giving him an encouraging smile, your eyes shined in a way that showed how much you had come to adore the trickster. Switching off the earpiece so no one else could hear you but Loki, you squeezed his hand reassuringly whilst speaking unsteadily. “Before we go in...”

Trailing off, you took a nervous gulp, eyes flitting away for a second before refocusing back onto Loki’s light green ones. “I just wanted to say how proud I have been, seeing how far you’ve come.” Despite the sincerity in your voice, Loki knew the words that had sprouted out from your mouth was disatisfying and not what you truly wanted to say.

Good on paper, picture perfect Chased the high too far, too fast Picket white fence, but we paint it black

Giving you his signature smirk, the green-clad God raised an elegant eyebrow, cocking his head to his side and cheekily added, “Anything else?” Rolling your eyes affectionately, you teasingly punched his arm as he feigned pain.

Bringing your hands back into your lap, you wrung them repeatedly, a clear sign which showed that whatever you were about to say was making you agitated and nervous. Squaring your shoulders, the same fire that ignited in your eyes whenever you charged into battle lit up at that same moment.

“This may not be the right time but I love you, Loki.”

Ooh, and I wished you would hurt me harder than I hurt you Ooh, and I wish you wouldn't wait for me but you always do

He shouldn’t say it back. He shouldn’t be hurting you even more than you deserve, saying something he knew he would regret instantly after what he did was over and he would leave you, all alone, broken and betrayed.

But seeing the tenderness in your eyes, the shining hope that shimmered in them as you seemed to plead for whoever was out there to just grant you this one wish, for Loki to return his feelings to you and say the three words back, the God of Mischief seemed to have lost all self-control.

Ignoring the loud protests in his head, he poured all his emotions, all his love to you into the words, whispering in reply, “I love you with all my heart and there’s no one else I would rather spend my life with.” Reaching over to your relentlessly fidgeting hands, he clasped them carefully in his.

Bringing them up to his lips, he gave a peck on your hands before releasing them from his grip, moving his own hands to your head. Swiping a thumb across your cheek, he leaned in and gave you the last kiss he would ever give you, trying to convey his love for you and how apologetic he was for what was to come.

I've been hoping somebody loves you in the ways I couldn't Somebody's taking care of all of the mess I made Someone you don't have to change

Peppering kisses all over your face, Loki ignored the stares the rest of the team was giving to the both of you as all he could focus on was you. Admiring the way the sunlight shone through the glass behind you, making you glow in a very angel-like manner, Loki tried to let your face soak permanently into his brain.

As the plane landed and everyone started to rise from their seats, the two of you rose alongside each other. Not being able to resist, Loki stopped you right before you stepped out into the battefield, holding your body against his with his arms coiled around your waist.

Leaning down, he gave you one last lingering kiss, just trying to remember the way your lips fitted against his perfectly and how your hands insantly moved up to his head, running them through his dark locks. Reluctantly pulling away, he wanted to tell you to go back into the plane, not to witness his betrayal in the flesh.

However, you quickly flashed him your reserved bright grin and jogged off into the distance, shooting him a teasing look over your shoulder, eagerly gesturing for him to follow you, not giving the dark-haired villain a chance to tell you to stop.

I've been hoping Someone will love you, let me go Someone will love you, let me go

A loud noise erupted around the area where the battle was occurring, the sound of something foreign and alien landing onto the soil of earth. Snatching up one of Loki’s daggers you had found lying around the floor, you sent it spiralling through the air, landing it right between an alien’s eyes.

The corner of your lip quirked upwards in victory before you immediately sprinted towards the direction of where the rest of the Avengers had gathered, surrounding whatever had made that loud and sudden noise.

Brandishing your weapon menacingly, you skidded to a stop next to Loki, shooting him a confused look and receiving a face void of emotion instead. Shrugging it off as him just wanting to keep up his act as a heartless villain in front of the rest, you tried to train all your focus onto whatever was in front.

I've been hoping Someone will love you, let me go (go, go, go) Someone will love you, let me go (go, go, go)

Waving away Steve’s concern of whether or not you were fine, you coughed uneasily as you pushed yourself up, wincing at the sudden sharp pain that shot through the side of your body where a knife had appeared in. Bracing yourself, you tugged the weapon out and wondered why it looked so familiar.

Realisation dawned onto you as you studied the shiny silver metal with its flashy forest green and gold hilt. This was Loki’s most prized dagger, so what was it doing jabbed into your side? Eyes flickering upwards, the fog of dust and dirt cleared, and what you saw made your heart shatter immediately.

Loki, your Loki, stood side by side with an alien that you knew was definitely evil, from how it sniffed disdainfully at your team and called back all the aliens that you had been fighting back onto the ship he stood upon.

Someone will love you, let me go (go, go, go) Someone will love you, let me go (go, go, go) Someone will love you, let me go

“Loki?” You croaked in disbelief, not wanting to believe what he was obviously doing. Turning his head away from you, the Asgardian you had come to love stood stoically, his hands tightly clasped together behind him, the knuckles turning an unhealthy shade of white.

Something had switched itself inside of Loki as he abruptly turned on his heel, staring straight at you. Surprisingly, he opened his mouth not to talk to you but to Steve instead. “Take care of her, please. Give her someone to love.” His voice wavered on the last word, his eyes shamefully not meeting yours.

Seeing the firm nod from the leader of the Avengers, Loki visibly lost some of his tension as he seemed relieved that someone would be taking care of you. But you didn’t want Steve to take care of you, you didn’t want anyone else to take care of you.

You wanted Loki.

I've been hoping somebody loves you in the ways I couldn't Somebody's taking care of all of the mess I made Someone you don't have to change

As the spacecraft hovered above the ground, not receiving any damages despite the efforts of the team, Loki gave you one last look. Genuine apology was written in his eyes and you knew he didn’t mean to show vulnerability but a single tear slipped through his eyes, rolling down his face and splattering at his feet.

Despite the roaring sound of the engines, you could hear the last words Loki said to you before the ship disappeared as clear as day. “I’m sorry. I truly did love you but you need to let me go.” Seeing the genuine pain flicker across his face, you knew he didn’t want to leave you, so why was he?

In a snap, the spaceship disappeared into thin air and you collpased helplessly onto the ground in a heap, your body racking with sobs as you let yourself cry in front of everyone for the first time. While Steve pulled you into a hug, you sobbed quietly into his chest, making the hearts of all your friends clench.

“I love him.” You uttered one last time right before your heart broke into a billion pieces, broken beyond repair and never to be owned by anyone else, except for the one god who had it, Loki Laufeyson.

I've been hoping Someone will love you, let me go

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