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ashdreams2023 · 1 year
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Hello! Can I request a fic with Dr. Strange's daughter (about America Chaves' age) except the reader is a variant of Stephen's dead daughter. Like it can happen when America was being chased by that giant eyeball. Apparently reader got sucked into Americas powers with her. Reader is still in shock since she just saw her actual father (defender strange) die. What does Dr. Strange's reaction will be when he meets his alive daughter, albeit a variant of her. (Their meeting can be like Strange just saved her from an untimely death and when he saw who he saved his heart just stopped)
Every reality
Your day was just bound to get ruined, although you didn’t expect it to end up with you father dead and being sucked into another universe with America.
Being on the run wasn’t one of your plans either.
You were alone, with somebody who barely can control their own powers and you were no good without your dad’s instructions.
This was the day you die, there was no way to look at it.
You couldn’t even say goodbye, it was so fast, so sudden and unexpected, he was gone and you were alone and lost, you were….scared.
"Watch out!" America screamed cutting your train of thought just in time to see the huge Aline jumped straight at your way.
You made a portal and jumped in it, not caring where it took you because you were not panicking.
There was rubbish where you landed and the sound of America’s screams were still loud and clear, you didn’t go far away it seems, maybe just a few blocks away.
Which meant that thing was close.
A growled maybe you jump and turn around, scratch whatever you thought, that thing was right behind you and ready to devour you whole.
So this is how it ends? In a strange city, eaten by an ugly Aline, what a life you had.
You couldn’t even think, you closed your eyes and screamed when it grabbed you by the waist and threw you in the air, gravity graded you down immediately almost landing you in its mouth…almost.
The Aline screamed in pain and before you knew what’s going, two strong arms held you close and you were on the ground, covered in some blood with a weird blues substance that you wish to not know where it came from.
"Y/N?" You heard your name and looked up at who saved you, familiar blue eyes looked down at you with shock and worry.
"Dad?"
Stephen breathed heavily, he was holding his child, his little girl, alive and breathing. His heart hurt, a part of him knew this wasn’t really you, but a variant, then there was the father’s heart, the pain of seeing his child again.
"I think I’m going insane" he whispered holding you close to his chest, you could hear his heart beat loud in your ears, he was scared too.
"You’re not the only one" you hid your face against his chest, not daring to look up with tears in your eyes, you didn’t want to open up your eyes and find out it was just your brain playing tricks on you.
It didn’t matter that he wasn’t your actual dad but by god you were desperate and alone.
"Are you ok kid?" He asked.
You nodded your head slowly "but I can’t feel my legs"
He snorted "of course, let’s get out of here, I can’t lose another daughter" that’s when you looked up, Stephen strange, different realities but he still loved his daughter in every one of them.
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Doctor Strange in The Multiverse of Madness (2022)
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atlasscrumpit · 1 year
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Father Loki
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Loki had a child and knows he can't let anyone ever know about you
You thought about escaping, you thought about escaping a million times.
But, it wasn't an option.
It was never an option.
He gave you everything you wanted, anything you could ever wish for.
But, freedom.
You weren't completely sure what this place was, but the only person around was you, you'd never seen anyone else.
A giant castle all to yourself, but it got so lonely.
Loki had a life to live, he visited when he could, but you felt like you were going insane from loneliness.
You curled up on the bench on the garden while you watched the flowers blow in the wind.
You felt the energy shift and you knew Loki had returned.
You sat up and looked around until he walked into your view in his usual clothes.
"There you are." He said as he knelt to you and smiled.
"Why do you look so sad, little one?" He asked as you looked at him.
"I'm lonely." You whispered as he looked at you sadly.
"I'm here now, sweetheart. You're not lonely now." He said as you frowned at him.
"Please let me out of here, father. I want to see other people. I don't want to be all alone here anymore." You whispered as tears streamed down your face.
"I've told you this so many times, little one. You can leave here, it's too dangerous. What do you think Odin would do if he found out about you? Do you think he would welcome you? No, my love he would kill you." He replied as you shook your head.
"I don't deserve this." You cried as Loki sighed and stood up.
"How much more can I give you, my love? I've given your everything." He said as you looked up at him in anger.
"You can give me friends! Or a real family!" You screamed as you stood up.
Loki grabbed your wrist roughly to stop you from running.
"Enough! Stop misbehaving, otherwise you know exactly what happens!" He shouted as you stopped moving and cried softly.
"These antics will get you nowhere, Y/N. Go to your room and sleep, and if you disobey me I will take over your mind and put you to sleep. Am I understood?" He threatened as you sniffled and nodded.
"Yes, father." You whispered before walking away from him.
You wanted to disobey him, but you hated when he controlled your mind.
You stormed away and climbed into your bed.
You heard a noise and saw your father in your doorway.
"I know you don't understand any of this, sweetheart. I love you more than you could ever realise." Loki said as you felt his hand run through your hair.
"Can you hug me?" You whispered, still facing away from your father.
He smiled and climbed onto your bed, gently wrapping his arm around you.
"I love you so much, Y/N." He whispered as you closed your eyes.
"I love you too, father."
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Like usual, you woke up the next morning and Loki was gone.
You sighed and looked out the window.
Suddenly you heard a loud crash and looked up in shock.
You quickly got out of bed and got your coat on before you ventured through the empty castle hallways.
You heard more noises again as you held your coat close to yourself.
"Hello?" You called out as you saw an unfamiliar man appear down the hallway.
"Oh, shoot. I'm sorry, Miss. I thought this weird realm was unoccupied." He said as you froze.
"You shouldn't be here, Sir. My father won't be happy." You muttered as he looked at you in confusion.
"Can you tell me what this place is?" He asked, stepping forward as you stepped back.
"My father made this place to keep me safe. He would kill you if he knew you were here." You muttered as he nodded a little.
"You must have quite a powerful father. Are you in danger? Why does he keep you here?" He asked, you looked at him nervously.
"He's a powerful man, and if people found out that I existed, they would kill me. That's what my father said." You whispered as he nodded.
"Is it your choice to stay here?" He asked, you looked around in suspicion.
Maybe this was a trick.
"No... But that's okay, it's for my safety." You replied, the man looked at you in thought.
"Seems like your father would go to great lengths to protect you. Have you ever been out of this realm?" He continued, you wrapped your arms around yourself and shook your head.
"No... He took me here after I was born and I've never left. I've never even met anyone, you're the first person I've ever seen apart from my father." You admitted as he looked at you in shock.
"So, he's keeping you hostage?" He said as you shook your head, maybe you were in denial.
"No! No he isn't, he does this cause he loves me!" You shouted in defence as he looked at you with sadness.
"Are you sure that's why?" He asked as you looked at him.
"I don't know..." You whispered as he slowly stepped forward.
"I'm Stephen Strange, can you tell me your name?" He asked as you nodded a little.
"My name is Y/N."
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erroneot · 1 year
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America: am I in trouble? Stephen: take a guess America: no? Stephen: take another guess
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whitedragoncoranth · 3 months
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A Strange Raccoon
Doctor Stephen Strange didn't know what to make of the battered, young, anthropomorphic raccoon curled up beneath the Cloak of Levitation. The Sorcerer Supreme, of course, knew that this was no ordinary animal; he wouldn't evict the poor creature from his home, the Sanctum Sanctorum!
Even if he wanted to, the Cloak of Levitation wouldn't allow it; when Stephen approached, the Cloak slowly - so as not to wake the raccoon - curled gently about the animal, swaddling him like a babe. "It's alright, it's alright, I'm not going to hurt him, or throw him out; I would never!" Stephen murmured, soothing the agitated Cloak. The mystical garment slowly unfurled, revealing the raccoon... and the Doctor inside Strange reeled at the battering, the bruises, the wounds, and the utterly horrid cybernetics visible on his shaven back.
"He's going to need some medical attention; I am unsure as to exactly how much," Stephen mused. "After that... well... I can try my hand at being a father figure? Honestly, I've been searching for an apprentice for quite a while, now. This poor fellow was somehow able to find his way here, so he must have magic potential..."
"... Rocket."
Stephen blinked. "Did... did you speak, little one?"
The little raccoon shivered, snuffled, whimpered; then as the Cloak of Levitation curled about him, going all motherly, he answered, "Sire called me numbers... 8-9-P-1-3... but I'm Rocket! P-Please... it hurts... hurts! Cloak talks in my head - you're a doctor, but you're not mean like the white-coats - and she says I can trust you. Please.... hurts, hurts!" The little raccoon couldn't hold it in anymore and sobbed with pain. Without hesitation, Stephen Strange moved, picking up Rocket as gently, delicately, as he could. As the Cloak of Levitation lifted to settle about the strange man's shoulders and cover them both, Rocket looked up at the man in awe. For the second time in his life, he was warm. For the first time in his life, someone was touching, holding him, without causing pain. "Don't worry, little one; everything's going to be alright."
. . .
Much, much later...
"You think you have some worth in and of yourself without me? No! You're an abomination! Nothing more than a step on my path! You freakish little monster! How dare you think you are more, 8-9-P-1-3!" But that was all the High Evolutionary could do--before he could attack Rocket, with thunderous expression on his face, an utterly furious Stephen Strange smashed the man against the wall with mystical energies! "How dare you hurt my son!"
Dressed similarly to his father - in robes of orange with a cyan cloak - Rocket Strange, Technomage Apprentice of the Sorcerer Supreme snarled. His own mystic power shining vermilion in his eyes, dancing orange between his paws, he withdrew a huge magitek weapon from the holster on his belt--a weapon that by all rights should not have fit in there, it was too big!
"The name's Rocket," Subject 89P13 announced. "Rocket Strange. And you're fuckin' dead!" The eye on the clasp of Subject 89P13's cloak opened... There came a whine as the weapon charged... The High Evolutionary's life flashed before his eyes... And then the man knew no more...
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pandagirl45 · 4 months
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Strange: steve would you like to see your father again?
Steve: *shaking out his hands clenching up* please
Strange:
Strange: I forgot you, banner, barton, stark, and my own partner have daddy issues *leaves*
Steve: I am on the daddy issue list!!!
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amagicdoctor · 1 year
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Dr. Strange after not hearing from Kurt for months and then he sees Kurt in a Spider-Man costume:
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drstrangedaughter · 9 months
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He is so dad material.
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ashdreams2023 · 1 year
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Hello!! I was wondering if you are willing to do a part 2 in the fic Every Reality you did? The one where Stephen meets Variant daughter? It was so good! I really want to know what happens next 🥺. Can you make it angsty with lots of fluff?
Of course! SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER!
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This headache was killing you, why in god’s name did you not agree to take painkillers when you had the chance.
It was like a hammer jamming into your head with each movement, no matter how small it was, you should’ve listened to your da-Stephen…it’s Stephen here, not your dad.
"Don’t move, the pain will get worse"
"Tell me something I don’t already know" you groaned placing your arm over your forehead. At least the coach was soft enough, you even got a fluffy blanket.
"Don’t sass me now young lady, you know better than to argue with you—sorry I didn’t mean to…just rest" Stephen rubbed the bridge of his nose and excused himself out of the room to the kitchen where America had found his stash of potato chips.
"You helped yourself I see" he said.
America swallowed then peaked at the living room where you laid "she looks beat up"
"Obviously, she’s lucky I came in time to save her, she never listens!" He sighed heavily then looked back at your laying form, this was hard for him.
America hummed then hopped on the counter beside the stove "you know she’s still your daughter and you from her reality is gone too"
"What are you getting at kid?" He knew exactly where she was getting at but he didn’t want to risk it, losing you once was enough but a second time might just be the last straw before he loses his sanity.
"Don’t be like this, she’s probably so scared and if she’s like your own daughter you might you know, comfort each other"
"And her other life, the reality she jumped from, what if she has a family other than that strange, what if I’m being selfish to keep her here with me?"
America’s eyes softened, she’s seen many versions of you two, different but still the same, you always followed your dad and he made sure you stayed safe.
"Why don’t you ask her then? If she wants to stay or find a way to go back" Stephen shook his head, christen is gone and now he has a chance to have a family again but it might affect the multiverse even more.
He can’t be selfish….can he?
"What if I’m doing the wrong thing? There’s millions of possibilities and I don-"
"Then try them all if you have too! You’re a sorcerer with great knowledge I’m sure you’ll figure something out but now, now you need to go and talk to your daughter"
Stephen swallowed, his throat felt dry and the water finish boiling on the kettle, he made some herbal tea and went inside to the living room where you laid.
He placed a cup for you on the coffee table and sat across from you wrapping both his hands around the warm cup "drink it, it will ease the pain a little"
"Ok" you pushed yourself up and winced from the pain in your head, the blanket fell on your legs. You grabbed the cup and inhaled the sweet smell of pomegranate.
You smiled softly at the warm liquid "it’s a while since I did this" you muttered soft enough for him to hear.
"Did what?" He asked.
"This…you, I mean my dad and I used to sit down and drink tea whenever he’s not drowning himself in work, it would be the two of us only"
Stephen looked down at the steam coming from his cup, he felt his chest tighten "you know…me and my daughter used to go ice skating sometimes, when she felt moody, she was great at it I was trash"
You snorted "I never got the chance, I’ll like to try though, even if he’s not really here anymore" your smile dropped a little and then you took a sip of your tea, it filled you with warmth.
"I could take you, I mean if you’ll want before….going back"
Your head shot up and looked at him with hopeful eyes "you mean it? We could go?"
The tightness hurt even more "yes, you just to ask and I’ll take you….anywhere" the hope in your eyes grew, the smile on your face made him want to be selfish and screw what anyone thinks.
"What if I…want to stay here, with you and America, I don’t have a family now and I really don’t want to be alone again, please sir"
Stephen sighed then placed his cup on the table, he scooted closer and put his hands on top of yours "I lost my daughter once and it was the saddest day of my life and if you stay I don’t want to lose you too but it’s up too, if you want to stay you can stay, I will love you just as much and try my best to protect you my child"
Your eyes stung from tears, you missed your father’s warm hands and soft words "I want too, please keep me dad, I don’t ever want to lose you again too."
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I want to write something for America and Stephen so bad 😩 but I don't have any ideas, I just have the need
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hithertoundreamtof23 · 8 months
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Whumptober day 10
Prompt- Stranded
Rated- G
America Chavez gets stuck in the Multiverse with Stephen, who attempts to keep her panic at bay.
My Whumptober 2023 Masterlist
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itsladyliv · 2 years
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“You’re gonna take my powers, aren’t you?”
“No.”
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sobeautifullyobsessed · 11 months
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With AO3 temporarily down, how about an angsty, bittersweet, Stephen Strange as a single parent one-shot, posted right here on tumblr?
summary: Stephen is left to raise his toddler daughter on his own, after the untimely loss of her mother
word count: 3,500 +/-
rating: general audience
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And so it was, once the full moon had risen high on this warm summer night, that he brought his sweet Selena to the roof of the New York Sanctum.  It was not her first trip up, for her mother had loved the rooftop garden as she had loved all green and growing things, and had planted the seeds of such love in her daughter’s ready heart.  Indulgently, Stephen watched Selena range ahead of him, skipping along the pathways that crisscrossed the various sections of fruit and medicinal plants, seeking out her favorites, eventually coming to stand next to the most verdant shrub in the garden—a bush twice the size of any other in the greenhouse, and laden with a glorious bounty of big, glossy pink currant berries.  “Papa here it is,” she exclaimed, motioning for him to join her, “The really big one!”  “Yes, sweetie, I see it,” he told her patiently, dropping to one knee beside her, knowing the question that waited to spring from her lips, “And yes, you can have a few berries—but only a few, because it’s nearly time for bed, okay?”  Selena nodded, and plucked several berries from the closest branch and handed them to him, “You too, Papa—Mama always says to share.”  Proud of his daughter’s quick generosity, Stephen squeezed his eyes shut at the bittersweet memory evoked by the feel of the currants on his palm. Sighing quietly, he laid his other hand on Selena’s shoulder.  “Thank you, honey.”  He popped one in his mouth, savoring its familiar sweetness, and assured his daughter, “They’re delicious.”  Even more delicious than the day your mother healed this plant.  “Why is this one so much bigger than the others, papa?”  He knew that Selena already knew the answer to that question—and that she had asked simply because she loved to hear the answer...
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erroneot · 1 year
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Stephen: where are your parents? America: what are parents? Stephen: that’s just about the saddest thing I've ever heard
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buckys-metal-arm · 2 years
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Stephen Strange was a better father figure to America Chavez in one movie than Tony Stark ever was to Peter in the 4 they were in together I said what I said
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Christmas With the Avengers Men
(Dragon Soul AI canons ahoy. Do not read if you don't like out of character writings. You have been warned.)
It's Christmas and you've been inviting to the Compound to spend time with the men of the Avengers! You are fascinated by how each of them is handling the holiday. So, who are you most drawn to?
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Tony "Iron Man" Stark
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Life of the party, definitely the one who put the whole thing together and is easily the one entertaining everyone.
Avoids the mistletoe like the plague. Until you stop under it then he gives you a quick kiss with a flirty wink.
Keeps track on everyone coming and going. Social leader who takes his found family's safety very seriously.
Reluctantly agrees to help decorate the ten-foot tree in the main room. Secretly enjoys it which becomes apparent by the way he fusses over the placement of certain ornaments.
Doesn't drink liquor due to recovering alcoholic. Prefers sparkling cider, cranberry juice and ginger ale. Hates the smell of eggnog with a seething passion.
Tells the dumbest Christmas stories that embarrasses everyone at the party. He remembers waking up in Stephen's room one year in nothing but a red ribbon.
Despite having no Christmas traditions of his own, he accepts everyone's as his own and does at least one thing that everyone wants to.
Doesn't sing during Christmas songs but will dance with whoever asks him to. He fancies 50s versions of the carols. His favorite is Trans-Siberian Orchestra's version of Sarajevo 12/24.
At the end of the party, he makes sure all of his friends are covered up with heavy throws, so they won't be cold when they wake up in the compound.
Damon "Dragon Soul" Renner
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Quiet social elite who tends to everyone's needs throughout the party. Makes sure everyone's glasses are filled.
Brings gifts for everyone based off of their personal preferences or religious beliefs. Is mindful not offend anyone.
Keeps everyone else in line when they start to get drunk with a fatherly demeanor. He's very well spoken and able to calm them down without force.
Is the one responsible for most of the baked goods around the gathering; he's spent hours make sure there's enough to go around for everyone.
Prefers mulled cider over alcohol but will have at least one flute of champagne at some point during the night.
Sings every song very well, even the ones in Latin, due to his age. He leads but will do backup when someone else wants to lead.
His favorite tradition is to make wreaths by hand, which he did with his ancestors' spirits may times as a child. He places flocking on them using his magic.
Entertains the group by telling Christmas stories using images made with his magic. His favorite to tell is the time that Apalala saw snow for the first time once they returned to Earth.
His favorite Christmas song is Please Come Home for Christmas by The Eagles. He dances with Tony to this song each year.
When the party ends, he takes care of clean up while tony is making sure everyone is comfortable.
Thor "God of Thunder" Odinson
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Is the first one to liven up the party by bringing out the drinks he brought from Asgard and lighting the large bonfire fire in the pit in the center of the patio.
Despite his boisterous personality, he's very polite to the others at the party and listens with interest as everyone tells their stories of their holidays on Earth or otherwise.
His favorite tradition, like that of his nephew Damon, is to make wreaths out of boughs of holly, each with a ribbon that signifies someone that has passed and is still with him in spirit.
Tends to stay away from the Earth liquors after the incident he had with Stephen in the Sanctum, but he does enjoy the cider that Damon makes for him with orange and cinnamon.
Stays near to Loki most of the time, though he does tend to not pull on his reins too tightly. He truly enjoys the sight of his brother showing his Jotunn side as he makes it snow for the party, even if the weather didn't call for it.
Found a song that he does favor thanks to his chosen family that reminds him of Asgard called Hail the Holly King by Inkubus Sukkubus. He does enjoy the sounds of everyone else singing the Earth carols, even if he doesn't join in.
He has the second most embarrassing Christmas stories (to Loki anyhow) that he recalls with the Warriors Three that include pranking Hela (which she got the back for later) and waking up in questionable locations.
He is the one who provides the food for the feast, a typical tradition of Yule, with a large roast boar and many different sides. The savory compliment to Damon's baking.
Is the last to leave the compound the next day because he's typically working off a hangover but bids everyone thanks before leaving back to Asgard.
Loki "Father Winter" Laufeyson
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Unlike his brother, he doesn't immediately make his presence known and instead only appears once people start questioning why the plants are frosting over on the edges.
Brings blown glass and hand-crafted ornaments for the decorating around the compound that he used his own magic to create. Some of them took weeks to complete and typically all have coordinating colors to the Avengers.
He typically stays away from stronger alcohols and instead drinks wines or other fruit flavored beverages that way he stays sober enough to keep an eye on Thor once he's drunk.
Being married to King Jokul, he has reign over the snow and ice element, so he's very happy to indulge anyone who wishes to see it snow early and engage in Stephen over who has to deal with more winter conditions throughout the year.
His favorite tradition is ice skating, which he will teach you how to do using the lake on the compound grounds if you ask him nicely, maybe even stroke his ego a little bit.
Shares just as many stories as Thor does, to embarrass his brother in return. But his favorite to tell is the birth of his son, Slepnir who he finally reunited with some years after Odin passed away and bonded with.
Doesn't have a favorite Christmas song though he does enjoy the instrumentals more than the lyrical ones. He has told Tony to stop singing because he considers him "off key" though it's all in good fun.
Like Thor, he brings food for the feast as well, but in the form of fresh vegetables and fruits from the gardens and orchards of Ravenrock, the kingdom of his Jokul Frosti.
He does his best to keep Thor in line whenever he begins to get too boisterous during the festivities, since it had always been a habit that he had ever since they were kids that he still can't shake even though he knows now they're not relatives.
As the second to leave due to the responsibilities he has to Ravenrock and the TSA, he obliges if you ask for a dance and will even leave you with a gift - an enchanted rose made of pure ice that will never melt - as a thank you for a wonderful night.
Bruce "The Hulk" Banner
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Despite being on edge almost all of the time, Bruce is very polite and the first to welcome most the guests to the party. He is soft spoken and easy to get along with.
Spends most of his time keeping things organized and making sure that Damon and Clint don't need any help taking things to and from the kitchen but will engage in conversation if spoken to first about anything.
Politely turns down alcohol since he doesn't like the way that it blurs the lines between himself and his powers. He doesn't want to accidentally transform, even if he can control it now.
Like Clint, he tries to be the voice of reason to the people of the party when they begin to get too rowdy, especially if Clint has a hard time hearing them due to the loss in his left ear.
His favorite tradition is cooking, despite not having much experience before he became a part of the Avengers. He is quick to offer his help to Damon or whoever is in the kitchen and doesn't burn things too badly (usually).
Has no stories to tell of Christmas but recalls a few events fondly when he was in South America celebrating Christmas among the people there, seeing the children opening gifts in the villages.
His favorite decorations are the knick knacks that sit on top of the table and the red and green candles in cradles of holly that sit in the upper windows where they won't get bumped and knocked over, which Stephen has Cloak help him place.
Too shy to sing, Bruce would rather engage in dancing with someone during the carols, especially the lesser-known songs like Merry Christmas Baby by Ike & Tina Turner. His favorite song however is Christmas (Please Come Home) by Darlene Love.
While Damon and Clint clean up and Tony makes sure everyone is comfortable if they've passed out after the party, he sees out the guests that leave and bid them a safe, happy holiday.
Clint "Hawkeye" Barton
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Is the second life of the party, making sure everyone is actually having a good time and staying comfortable doing their own thing and not pressured into being in a group.
He brings gifts for everyone that are personal in nature, based off of things he's learned of the group over the years.
He's quick to remind everyone even when drinking himself that being drunk doesn't mean being stupid and to keep the fun civilized around the group.
His favorite tradition is to bake and decorate sugar cookies and he's damn good at it. He's been baking cookies with his kids every year since his oldest was born. His favorites to make are snowflakes and reindeer because they're the favorites of his little boys and girl.
He has the most heartwarming Christmas stories about his mother when he was a kid despite his rough upbringing and enjoys telling ones about his own family.
He's the one who can get the tinsel up the top of the tree just by throwing it like a lasso. No one bothers to question how or why it always lands perfectly, given who he is. Frosted glass ornaments with glitter are his favorite.
He sings all of the unconventional Christmas songs, like Jimmy Buffet's Mele Kalikimaka and Chuck Berry's Run, Run Rudolph. But his favorite song out of all of them is actually All I Want For Christmas by Vince Vance & The Valiants because he danced with his wife to it on one of their first dates.
Enjoys drinking cider with whiskey but much rather drinking hot cocoa with cayenne pepper and whipped cream.
Is the first to leave the party after wishing everyone a Happy Holiday to get back to his family who he knows are waiting for him back at the ranch
Stephen "Doctor Strange" Strange
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Absolutely avoids everyone when he first arrives due to being in pain from the cold. Once he warms up a bit and his hands stop hurting, he finally joins in the festivities.
Definitely the one responsible for hanging up the mistletoe, mostly to annoy Tony because he knows how to press the man's buttons since they're so similar to his own.
Relies mostly on his magic to help with the party, hanging up the higher decorations with use of his magic. He can't resist wrapping a ribbon or two around the others when they aren't paying attention.
Stays away from the liquor for most of the night, instead enjoying the warm drinks like cocoa, cider and coffee which warm his hands when he holds them. When the night begins to get a little further in, he indulges with a glass of rose champagne during the toast.
Helps embellish Damon's stories with use of his own magic but doesn't seem to have many stories of his own to tell. At least night until you speak to him privately and he tells you about a time with his brother and sister as kids.
Finds ways to make the good kind of chaos around the party, like turning Thro's mead into cider or using ice magic to try and outmatch Loki in a contest of who can ice over the windows faster around the compound.
Sings all of the 50s versions of the carols, particularly enjoying Bing's version of White Christmas and Sinatra's Jingle Bells. His absolute favorite is Little Saint Nick by The Beach Boys.
Doesn't have any particular traditions that he partakes in but is quick to learn everyone else's so he can be a part of them in the next year's get together.
Is the first to try and leave the party but is easy to stop by asking for a last slow dance. Which turns into another and one more until he's forced to stay the night.
T'Challa "Black Panther" Ross
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Even though he's not used to American traditions of Christmas, he comes because he has chosen the Avengers as his family and he's happy to socialize.
Is polite and happy to engage in conversation and help decorate around the compound when given instructions where everything goes. However, he's quick to catch on and eventually ends up telling others where things go.
Declines to drink anything aside from tea or cider because he feels responsible for everyone around the compound just as Tony does. That isn't to say he can't be found sneaking a sip of his sister's cocoa just to see how it tastes.
Shares stories about his family during Kwanzaa and the way they celebrate it in Wakanda, since it varies across the lands. His favorite memory is watching his mother light the candles in the kinara and helping his sister do it for the first time when she was little.
Doesn't sing along with the carols but listens closely and remembers the words to ask his husband about when he returns to their palace if he is on a mission or liaison meeting. He does enjoy the piano versions that Damon plays for them, however.
His favorite tradition is to share one's talents with others which if not careful, leads to a lot of fun chaos, especially when Tony and Stephen get involved. He enjoys watching it all unfold however and even gets a laugh in when Clint shows them up.
He is the one to likely ask for a dance first, rather than wait for you to ask because he is keen enough to know that you have been keeping an eye on him all night.
As the third to leave, he's most likely carrying his little sister out of the compound and wishing everyone a blessed holiday until he can see them again.
Scott "Ant Man" Lang
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New to the Avengers but a family man at heart, Scott is very easy to get along with and is happy to engage in festivities, from dancing to sharing helping decorate.
Brings simple gifts that him and his daughter chose for everyone, usually just something that can be placed on a shelf and forgotten about later (He says because he knows he'd do it)
Boisterous like Thor and sometimes has to remind himself not to act like too much of an idiot because they're adults despite the gathering making him feel like a big kid.
Doesn't drink due to his history, but he's happy to take a cup of coffee or cocoa if it has a little bit of extra sugar in it to make him feel like he's doing something he shouldn't be.
Challenges Thor to an eating contest and despite being smaller in stature, gives the Asgardian a run for his money but is embarrassed about it later.
Like Clint he has heartwarming stories about his daughter growing up during Christmas and some embarrassing stories of his own like Tony. He recalls waking up in a hotel room bound by tinsel and still having no idea how he got there.
His favorite tradition is wrapping presents, which he helps do immaculately, which surprises everyone. He somehow manages to get the ribbon straight and the edges crisp each and every time.
He loves to sing all of the Christmas songs, even the cheesy ones and his favorite song is Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer by John Denver.
He's not drunk, but instead falls asleep at the compound due to a food coma. All of the carbs from the feast and the sugar crash from the cocoa has caused him to pass out in one of the chairs unashamed.
James "White Wolf" Barnes
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Keeps his distance for basically most of the night due to his past history with the Stark family until Tony basically drags him out of the shadows. Still takes a while to warm up to the gathering.
Politely declines to drink due to the nanobots in his system not allowing him to enjoy it anyway, but instead drinks cranberry juice or apple cider.
His favorite tradition is advent calendars, which he did with his family back when he was a child and brings small gifts for everyone up to the date that the party is taking place on.
Is the first one to offer help the decorating, making sure that everything is properly aligned since he can see slight angles between the ornaments and the way the garland is hanging around the banisters or the tree.
Doesn't have stories to tell about Christmas because some of them have been lost due to the accident, but instead he spends his time enjoying everyone else's and playfully poking fun at the ones that are embarrassed by other's stories.
Openly and shamelessly admits that he celebrates Yule, Kwanzaa and Christmas all the same due to his history in Russia, Africa and America/England. He is able to give gifts accordingly because of this and is always thoughtful with them.
Doesn't sing during the carols but does hum along as he decorates. His favorite song is Blue Christmas by Elvis Presley because of a past experience that he never discloses.
Despite it being like pulling snake teeth, he can be persuaded to engage in a slow dance to a few songs after the feast if gently coaxed him through the course of the night.
Leaves shortly after everyone settles in because he's not comfortable staying with the group just yet. But makes sure that security is on detail before he actually leaves the area.
This was a blast to write! I hope all of you enjoy it! Happy holidays, no matter what you celebrate~ @strangelockd @harlekin6 @sobeautifullyobsessed @sinisterstrange616 @fanartka @stewardofningishzida @icytrickster17
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