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irondadfics · 3 years

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just out of curiosity, what fix have you found the MOST? cuz I've seen like at least three people ask about love dares you to change but i was just curious about what fic you've been asked about multiple times. Does it get easier to find that fic if its already been asked about or is it just ad hard as one that hasn't? Have a great day !!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Interesting question! Off the top of my head I’d say we’ve featured these fics several times on the blog. There’s certainly more, but these are the ones coming to mind. All of them are very good, so give them a read if you haven’t yet!

Regarding it being easier to find a lost fic, I think that just depends on how the ask is worded. If the ask is similar to another ask that we’ve received in the past then yes, it does make it much easier to find the lost fic. However sometimes two asks looking for the same fic may be recounting two very different scenes and so they come across as looking for different fics. There’s also been instances where even if one of us has read the fic, we may have forgotten the detail the asker is recounting. I think that’s why our follower outreach program is such a great help to us. We’re very grateful for our followers help.

All the Devils are Here by @yellowdistress

Peter knows deep down, in the glass that is his mind, that he couldn't have stopped it. He couldn't have known that on a freezing night, May Parker would step out in front of a moving vehicle and die. All the while, he was laughing with Ned, their voices carrying through the streets of Queens. Peter knows deep down, he couldn't have fathomed the events that would follow. An abyss of never-ending ache and the disorderly behavior that grown men weren't supposed to exhibit, but Tony Stark would manage to display anyway. Peter knows all of these things, but still manages to be eaten alive, every single day.

Chapter 5 of Five Times Peter Parker Pretended to Be Asleep by @blondsak

…and the one time he actually was. Or: sometimes, faking sleep can work to your advantage. When it comes to trying to fool a certain genius, overprotective, superhero mentor, Peter finds this to be doubly true.

I Never Knew I Was Broken by @gotmyinkpen

Peter Parker has been living in HYDRA ever since his parents died at age four. All he can remember are the lessons HYDRA taught him and a series of words that strike fear into his heart. The only thing driving him forward are the memories of meeting his hero The Winter Soldier when he was seven and the goal to one day be as great an assassin as him.

At age sixteen Peter finds himself tangled in the lives of the Avengers and can't help but wonder if there's more to life than what he's been told.

Tony wants to help him, no matter what.

… and when you can’t crawl … by @jolinarjackson

In the aftermath of the Vulture and May finding out about Spider-Man, Peter should be happy. May is allowing him to continue his patrols and Tony is making good on his promise to mentor him. Peter is anything but fine, though. Struggling with nightmares and his insecurities, Peter’s life begins to unravel for good when he becomes the target of a violent school bully, and his only refuge in his duties as Spider-Man is destroyed following a tragic failure. Tony and May, trying to figure out the dynamics of raising a teenage superhero between the two of them, are forced to watch from the sidelines as Peter refuses to accept help out of fear of appearing weak … and reaches his breaking point.

Damaged At Best (Like You’ve Already Figured Out) by @jolinarjackson,

”Don’t come any closer,” Spider-Man said, his hand raised threateningly, his fingers resting against a trigger mechanism nestled into his palm. ”Alright,” Tony answered. For a moment, they looked at each other – Tony stuck to the wall on one side of the alley and Spider-Man stuck to the other – then Tony opened his helmet to show his face. ”Hey, there”, he said. ”Nice to finally meet you.”

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The Avengers are left shaken in the aftermath of the Sokovia Accords. With half the team under house arrest at the Compound, Tony finds himself seeking refuge in Avengers Tower and starts forming a tentative friendship with the neighborhood vigilante Spider-Man. A friendship which is quickly threatened by Secretary Ross doubting Spider-Man’s intentions and integrity. Tony is left wondering who to trust, especially when Spider-Man manages to uncover the one secret Tony never wanted anyone to know about: the child Tony had with a woman named Mary Fitzpatrick sixteen years ago.

Peter and the Jailbirds by @beautifullights1

NOW COMPLETE

“If you did play chess," Ross said, "you’d remember that a pawn can become a queen. The most powerful piece on the board, Parker, remember that? But—” Ross smiled— “only if it obeys.”

He adjusted his tie, stood, and looked down at Peter. “I’ll ask you again,” he said. “Eventually. You may feel differently after you’ve been living in a six-by-six cube without sunlight or fresh air for a few years.”

“What pawns do,” Peter said, voice shaking slightly, “is sacrifice themselves for the greater good. I have no regrets.”

He had a lot of regrets.

Like, a lot. A crapton. A shitload. An overloaded dumpsterful.

“When I visit you on the Raft,” Ross said, “you’ll be old enough to grow a beard.” The cell door clicked shut behind him.

[Rated mature for graphic violence.]

Stay in the Cage by StarryKitty013

OR 5 times Peter helped an Avenger's kid and one time they (kind of) helped him

#fic rec list #Favorite #popular

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nocapesdahling · 3 years

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As the World Falls Down - Chapter 3

Helmut Zemo x Gender Neutral Reader

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Chapter Summary: In which you have a plan to save yourself and Alena, but have no idea if it’s going to work. Either way, you have to try.

Rating: Mature (17+)

Chapter Warnings/Tags: Slow Burn; Angst; Misunderstandings that lead to angst; Established canon character deaths; Did I mention angst?

A/N: We have reached the end of Part 1 and the Age of Ultron arc. I hope you’ve enjoyed it so far, and would love to hear your thoughts.

Chapter 3: Beneath a Fallen Sky (Age of Ultron) - Part 1

Word Count: 2.4k

You made sure Alena was strapped in tightly on your chest and that everything was in place. With time running out and Novi Grad continuing to rise, it was as good as it was going to get. You needed to move now. You had your prototype boots and gauntlets, which should allow you to fly. You hoped they would at least. Your main consolation was that they worked during testing, even if that had been in a controlled environment.

You had always admired Tony Stark, being something of a child prodigy yourself and starting college at a similar age to him. When you had first seen the Iron Man suit, your first thoughts had been of awe like any person who got a glimpse of Iron Man. Yet most people probably didn’t think what you had thought later, while considering the technology behind the suit and how to go about making your own.

Well, if he can do it then why can’t I? How hard could it be, really?

It turned out to be a bit more difficult than you’d thought, but you had developed something after much trial and error. However, you hadn’t tested anything in the open air yet. The previous test was only a short one to see if your prototypes would work and you had hovered a few feet over solid ground at most. That was why your plan only had a 65% success rate, but you had confidence in your technology and hope. In Sokovia, you couldn’t get far without hope.

You noticed the air getting thin as the city continued to rise, so you fitted Alena with an oxygen mask. You had a tank available in your apartment for squad emergencies, and were amazed how many times it had been used in the past. Your squad got into the oddest situations. There had been Andrei’s mission with the diplomat and the ice cream swimming pool and Mila’s with the yacht and the hammerhead sharks. All classified of course.

You digressed. There were more important things to consider right now, even as you wondered how your squad would take the loss of their handler when Helmut told them. You knew that it would hit them harder than they would ever admit. They emulated Helmut’s stoicism when in the field and today was still a mission, even if it was unlike any other. The destruction of one’s home was not something any of them had encountered before. If you couldn’t be there, then you hoped your gadgets would help to protect them today and in the future. You planned to be there.

You clipped the oxygen tank to your tactical gear and hoped that it wouldn’t unbalance you too much. You would need all the balance you could muster if this plan were to succeed.

Once you were as ready as you could be, it was time. The city had to fall at some point and you wanted to be in the air when it did as the height it had reached would cause a destructive impact radius. You brushed a kiss to Alena’s head, seeing her little feet kicking and knowing that she was awake.

“Not the best timing, little one. This might be a bit scary, Alena, so I wanted you to know that I love you. Already. So much. I think I loved you as soon as I saw you. Wish us luck, my little Alena Heike. We’re going to need it.”

With that and the realization that you had reached the edge of the city, you took a deep breath, taking one last glance back at the city that had been your home for most of your life. Then, you braced yourself, stepped off the edge, and flew. Well, you took a moment to stabilize yourself as the only other time you had done this was in a local park in the middle of the night and then you had grass to land on not open sky. But then, you flew.

You flew like the birds you had admired for their freedom and grace and like Iron Man. Tony Stark had nothing on you. You let out a joyful laugh, forgetting your circumstances for a moment. You forgot the swarm of robots on the other side of the city, the fact that your home was in the process of being destroyed, that you may never see Helmut again, and that you weren’t sure if you and your baby would get out of this alive. Nothing else mattered at that moment because you were flying.

Then you were shocked back to the present as to your disbelief the city began to freefall, plummeting quickly and devastatingly towards Earth before exploding mid air. You could see from where you were that it looked like Iron Man and Thor had blown it up somehow, but you couldn’t understand why the Avengers hadn’t been able to stop it from falling in the first place.

Why hadn’t they been able to save Sokovia? They had saved New York. It didn’t make sense. The world had painted them as infallible. These were Earth’s heroes? They did not look so “Mighty” now.

The debris began to land too hard and too fast. It looked like it would impact more of the surrounding area than you had anticipated.

You gasped in horror, the tears freezing on your cheeks. If a building was hit with debris of that size, then the result would be catastrophic. You worried immediately for your squad and Helmut, turning on your earpiece with frantic movements even as you unbalanced without one of your gauntlets.

You tried Helmut. You tried Ana, Branko, Claudia, Andrei, and the other members of your squad. No one answered.

The base wasn’t that far away, not when you calculated the radius of the debris. It would be difficult, but you could make it there. You had to make it there. You needed to know.

You flew above and around where the debris was falling and jerkily made your way towards the base, still not as smooth as you wished you were or as fast as you wanted to be. You arrived to the sight you hoped not to see.

The base had been hit by a large piece of debris from the city and was collapsing in on itself. You landed as smoothly as you could a distance away and caught yourself on a tree, falling to your knees. No one could have survived that.

Helmut was gone. Helmut Zemo was dead.

Your chest hurt and your vision was blurry as your mind whirled.

You had survived, while Helmut had died. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. You would never see him again.

How did this happen?!, was your last thought before slumping backwards into a faint.

In your horror at the base’s collapse, you had forgotten the existence of its reinforced underground bunker where technology did not work and where your entire squad including their leader, Colonel Helmut Zemo, waited for the dust of Novi Grad to settle. Very much alive and in quiet mourning for their lost Q. They would exit through the tunnels a few hours later, coming out miles away from where you collapsed.

In fact, you wouldn’t recall the bunker’s existence until a little over a year later and by then it would be too late.

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You awoke in the hospital. It took you a moment to realize what had happened and where you were. With that, came the realization in your mind that you would never see Helmut or hear his deep voice calling you his Q ever again. Despite the gaping hole in your chest and your desire to let yourself be numb, you needed to find Alena. You gasped and sat up too quickly before falling backwards out of dizziness.

You breathed in and out to calm yourself the way you often had as you assisted your squad in the completion of missions, and clicked the button to raise the bed as you looked around the room. You were in a gown and had no idea what had happened to your gauntlets and boots, but hoped they had been destroyed in the landing.

You heard Helmut’s voice in your head as you pinpointed the potential exits and any possible weapons.

“The first step, my Q, is to always survey your surroundings. Get your bearings and be prepared for anything. Be prepared to fight, but also to run if necessary. There is no shame in running. Running can save your life and I, my darling Q, would much rather see you alive .”

You smiled bitterly before letting it fade. You were not in any shape to run at the moment, and Helmut was no longer there to advise you. Your memories of him would have to suffice.

As you surveyed the room, you glimpsed your pack in the corner of the room and what looked like your highly damaged prototypes alongside it. There next to your bed was a crib and laying inside was Alena, who looked clean, like she had been changed, and who was sleeping soundly.

You let a small and real smile touch your lips. She was safe. You were safe. Both of you were alive. Helmut was not.

No, you couldn’t let yourself think of it. Not now. Maybe, not ever.

You pressed the call button for the nurse, hoping this was a real hospital and not some elaborate plot. It looked real, but one could never be sure.

“Finally awake, are you? Good, I’m glad to see it. I was beginning to worry about what might happen to your daughter.” The nurse said in rapid fire Sokovian as she bustled into the room.

“Yes, thank you. How long have we been here and where are we?” You had to clear your throat multiple times and even then your voice came out as a rasp.

The nurse poured some water into a cup, drank it, and then offered you some as well. “You probably do not remember, but you were rescued three days ago. You have been awake sporadically, and even then you were groggy. That is why you do not remember. For your second question, you are in a hospital in the Czech Republic. We are taking care of multiple Sokovian refugees.”

“But you are speaking Sokovian?”

The nurse frowned and leaned closer. She looked like she wanted to pat your hand or hold it. You were glad she did not. “Sokovia is gone. This time for good. There were not many survivors. My mother was Sokovian. I thought a familiar language might be of comfort to you. It has been to the other survivors we’re treating.”

You attempted to read her face and her eyes like Helmut had taught you. She drank the water before giving you some, which was a point in her favor. She also did not look like a plant and you let yourself relax a bit, but kept your guard up in case you were wrong. You knew that Novi Grad had been destroyed and the devastation the debris must have caused, but it was hard to believe that your country was gone. It had been failing for years, but it was still yours. Yours, Heike’s, Carl’s, Alena’s, and Helmut’s. Now, it would only exist in the memory of its survivors.

You pushed the thought of Helmut aside for the moment, but at the thought of Heike and Carl you knew what question needed to be asked. “Have they released a list of survivors?”

“Not yet, but I do not want you to get your hopes up.”

You hated to think that the nurse was right, that Heike and Carl were also gone. They had been miles from the city however, so you had to hold on to hope for their sake. You could not consider never seeing Heike’s hair in the sunlight or Carl’s smiling face again. They were part of your family. You needed to find out what happened to them. “Please let me know as soon as they release the list.”

“I will, dear. I will.” The nurse gave you a pained smile that looked more like a grimace. “Now, we got your name and identification from your pack. I was in charge of your admission papers, and did not include any reference to your military rank to be safe. Sokovia is gone, so I did not want it to make you a target. What you were wearing alone looked like it would draw some attention.”

You nodded and thought briefly, knowing that had only happened because the nurse had ties to Sokovia. She was showing honest care and concern in the best way she could, and you appreciated it. You had been correct in her not being a plant then. You pictured Helmut’s smile when you told him that you were putting his training to good use, before remembering that he was…

You couldn’t bring yourself to think the word. You had to keep it together. You couldn’t falter now. Not when Alena was counting on you.

You realized the nurse was still waiting for some kind of answer. “Thank you. A civilian life might be just what I need.”

The nurse smiled back, “Yet, we have no information on this little one. I have a birth certificate here to fill out. You are one of her parents, yes?” Alena continued to sleep in her crib, oblivious to the world around her.

“Yes,” you swallowed and rapidly thought of how to answer the next question that you knew was coming.

“And her other parent?”

“He died in Sokovia,” you felt a tear roll down your cheek. You wondered if you were prepared to continue. Saying it out loud made it real.

“I’m sorry to hear that, dear.” The nurse did pat your hand this time in commiseration before withdrawing when you tensed up. “Would you still like to put his name on the certificate?”

You steadied your breathing and hoped that when (you couldn’t bring yourself to think if) you found Heike, wherever she may be, that she would understand. You knew that you could not regret this decision. It felt too right for that.

“Yes,” you responded haltingly. The words seemed to catch in your throat. “His name is… Helmut Zemo and our baby’s name is Alena Heike Zemo.”

End of Part 1 - To Be Continued in Part 2: Burn it to the Ground…

A/N: I know this chapter was angsty, but I hope you enjoyed part 1 of this fic. Part 2 will not have as regular updates because Part 1 was pre-written, but I’m working on it. Thank you all for reading!

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fictionalginger · 3 years

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wandavision theories for ep 8 | contains spoilers

Obligatory disclaimer, these are my opinion + thoughts, and ideas, take all u see here with a grain of salt as of course, these are just theories. Now, shall we?

I’m writing this at 7:30am on Friday 26th, it’s taking all my self control to actually write this down before I go watch the episode.

Let me start this by saying that ever since this show started I’ve looked like this every single week, until the next episode, and then the cycle just starts over. I’ve seen the promos and the trailers in like 0.25x so many times.

Agatha/Agnes

I called it from before the show’s start and the fact that it was so obvious makes me think she’s not really the main but more like a pawn that’s serving a supervillain if that makes sense.

On episode 1, there was the June 2nd line and then the “Charmed” thing that confirmed it for me.

I think that she’s either

possessed

just crazy

I’m leaning a bit more towards the crazy part, she’s been an instigator throughout the whole show and seems to be doing it and enjoying it (ie agatha all along)

basically put the idea of having kids in Wanda’s head

instigated Vision’s doubts which then ultimately made him realize something was wrong

she literally gave him the last push for him to try to go outside the hec which might have killed him

she killed Sparky

brought Peter from (according to me) Fox’s universe as a stand in for Pietro bc he’s dead…

From the couple of promos and leaked images for ep 8, I think she’s gonna show Wanda her past which I think is tied to Mephisto because let’s be honest, how does a witch have powers comparable to those of someone who basically was exposed to an infinity stone. The amount of demonic symbolism in her secret lair was a lot, the cicadas, señor scratchy, what looks to be the darkhold.

I also think she’s the one that manipulated Wanda into creating the hex, seeing as her creepy basement is apparently outside of it. She manipulated her into having kids, we’ve seen that every time the twins are about to age up, she’s there. She didn’t even blink to Wanda having powers. That’s why I think she killed Sparky, because for some reason she wants to age the twins into teenagers to serve her purpose.

But why?

Does she want to bring someone back from the dead? Or does she want to manipulate Wanda into opening the multiverse because she knows she’s a Nexus being? Is she using her to bring Mephisto into the MCU world in a physical form?

Peter

I’m sure he’s just Peter from X-Men who Agatha pulled into the MCU as a stand-in for Pietro.

I think when Wanda yeeted him in the halloween episode, he got snapped out of Agatha’s control and we might see him team up with Monica to help Wanda and the residents of Westview.

I think he might stay in the MCU and be in Dr. Strange the multiverse of madness, and then we’d see him return to Fox

Monica

Not sure what name she’ll go with, Photon, Spectrum or even Captain Marvel 🤷🏼‍♀️

I do think she’ll take over as Director of S.WORD since I’m 99.9% sure Hayward broke the Sokovia Accords (and Vision’s will)

Hopefully we see more of her and why she’s so mad at Carol

Dottie

I have the feeling that there’s a lot more to her, but I’m on a time crunch and really want to go watch ep 8 so I'll just say that she’s either Arcanna Jones or Clea and I’ll be disappointed if she turns out to just be Dottie.

Also, she’s not on the board so I have my doubts about her.

Hayward

I’ve hated since I first saw him

I’m 99.9% sure he was experimenting on Vision trying to bring him back online which is a breach of the Accords, but he couldn’t and then saw that Wanda had breathing, living version of Vision and became hellbent on getting him, that’s why he’s vilifying Wanda so he can put the blame on her.

Vision

This one’s a bit tricky, because I have my doubts about him being Old Vision, but I really liked him throughout the show and it sucks that he’ll probably die at the end.

Theory 1:

He can’t leave the Hex, which makes me think he was created by Wanda, I mean after all she can manipulate things to a molecular level and could’ve given him the same traits as Old Vision, that’s why he has the stone and can’t really remember anything from before Westview, because he didn’t exist but still exhibits his selfless behavior (i.e doesn’t even remember being an avenger yet he wanted to help and then when he was dying outside the hex, he asked for help for the people and not for himself even though he was disintegrating)

This scene from one of the promos where Wanda’s still wearing modern day clothes and then she’s wearing the outfit from the first episode, and Vision’s like “Wanda?”. I think that’s where she created him, and gave him some basic memories to start from.

Here, where she’s looking at the stone, in another promo I believe, I think it’s that she’s “destroying” the stone which will inevitably kill vision.

Or when she has to inevitably bring down the Hex, he’s gonna die, again. The only plot hole to this theory would be, how is Hayward able to track him? Is he tracking the Vibranium signature only?

That scene where Wanda’s at S.W.O.R.D and she’s recovering his body, makes sense that maybe she made Westview Vision from Old Vision’s scraps, but he was completely disarmed and taken apart, how could she have done that? She would have had to completely put him together (which shouldn’t be hard considering her powers) but I’m guessing he wasn’t Vision anymore, they were turning him into something else.

Theory 2:

I remember reading in October, that White Vision could make an appearance which kinda makes sense? After all, he was killed and taken apart by a spy agency which could be S.W.O.R.D as it is now a “Sentient Weapon Observation Response Division” that is very specifically focusing on robotics and A.I. This could be what Hayward mentioned that he intends on launching on episode 7. Considering there’s only 2 episodes left, this seems like a lot to include with so little time left. But the possibilities are endless, it is Marvel we’re talking about.

Either way I think he’s gonna die and we’re all gonna cry. His death might be what pushes Wanda over the edge and into insanity, if even when she was living a normal, happy life she was pushing her grief onto those she was controlling, what would it be like when she has to let go of this? Heartbreaking, that’s for sure.

Billy & Tommy

I think they’re somehow fully real, made from who knows what but real

I don’t think Agatha killed him, but she might have aged them as that seems to have been her goal (it also makes them the right age for the young avengers set up they seem to be going for)

Perhaps, instead of living with Wanda, once the Hex goes down they’re forgotten? Like when, in the comics, Agatha wiped them from Wanda's mind.

I read a theory that the missing person Jimmy was looking for at the beginning was Teddy Altman who ends up being Billy’s husband in the comics, so that’d be cool.

Wanda

Poor Wanda has been manipulated this whole time.

Going with my theory that Vision’s body was completely torn apart when she got to S.W.O.R.D, I don’t think she could take it with her like that, that’s why I think Hayward is so obsessed with finding the Vision that she has alive inside the Hex.

I feel she was manipulated by Agatha all along, Westview might’ve just been the first town she found as soon as she left S.W.O.R.D where Agatha manipulated her into creating the Hex. This whole time she thought she was in control, it was Agatha behind the scenes controlling everything. Jimmy mentioned that she was displaying an amount of powers that far exceeded anything she’d displayed before and I think her crumbling mental stability, along with the fact that Vision almost died at the end of episode 6 (or he did actually die idk) could be what’s causing the Hex to start glitching and failing.

There’s a scene from one of the promos, and honestly it was hard to find, but we can see her in the town surrounded by all of Westview’s residents who look like they’re begging her for something (Phil). Maybe she couldn’t keep her control over them or once Agatha showed her the truth, she decided to free their minds.

and this scene where she holds hands with Vision while wearing modern clothes, I think it might be one of their last scenes together.

My working theory for Wanda is:

She realizes she’s been manipulated and how wrong it all is

Frees everyone

Tries to take down the Hex but has to fight Agatha and Hayward(and whatever he launched) in order to do so but she has the help of Vision, Monica and Peter

Inevitably kills Westview Vision when she takes down the hex, says goodbye and we’ll cry

Grabs her children and we go into dr. strange 2 where she’ll try to fix what she fucked up

She forgets her children, probably Agatha’s doing and goes crazy with the grief of losing everything at once hence setting her up as one of the main characters (villain?) of Dr strange 2

I’ve had the feeling that phase 4 is going to revolve around her and her powers, spiderman 3: no way home and dr. strange the multiverse of madness, even loki and antman: quantumania. They all give multiverse, ripples in the fabric of reality kinda vibes.

So far all I’ve got are more questions for episode 8

Why did Agatha do this? What’s the purpose of it?

Is Vision gonna die? Is he alive? Are my theories right?

Are the kids alive or aged up? Trapped in the creepy ass basement?

Is Peter under Agatha's mind control or will he team up with Monica?

Will the town people die in Haywards attack?

Will we get to see the big bad in the show?

Who is the aerospace engineeeeer?

Hope you’ve enjoyed reading my delusions, expect a theory for the final episode after I watch ep 8. Leave me a like or reblog if you’ve found this interesting. You can also follow me on Twitter where I usually post my dumbassery first!

#blog post #wandavision #wandavision theory #wandavision theories #wanda maximoff #vision #agatha harkness #spoilers #wandavision spoilers #episode 8 theory #episode 8

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enchantingkittengaditor · 5 years

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The Third Maximoff Chapter 4

Summary: What if the Avengers didn’t find the last HYDRA base? What if Pietro and Wanda weren’t the only enhanced? Or Maximoff’s? What if the Avengers were going to take on their greatest challenge yet? What if she was a 13-year-old girl who had to live with them? What if she once tried to kill Clint and Nat, and nobody knew but them?

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, Slight mentions Torture and Swearing

“You’re not real, you’re dead, this is just one of those sleep-deprived hallucinations,” She yelled back in Russian.

“Wanda calm down. It’s OK. I sent Sam and Bucky to help her stay alive. HYDRA is hunting her down. Just listen to me,” Natasha, the redhead said, though she gave me a suspicious look.

“She isn’t real! She died when she was 2! I saw her dead body! I know she is dead! I visited her rave a week ago! And if she was really my sister she would know the nursery rhyme our mother used to sing! Or have a ring!” Wanda yelled at me and Natasha completely breaking down as I gave strategic smiles to the other patrons in the café, as if to say ‘I know she is crazy isn’t she’.

“Wanda listen to me I’m here, I’m real, I’m alive and I escaped and someone tried to kill me three hours ago! I just want my sister, all I have ever wanted was my family back, and I know that all that’s left is you. All I want is to see you again and hug you and be your sister because I love you! I love you because you are my sister! All I want is a family because my two best friends are murderers. I’m a murderer and I am only 12 years old! And only a day ago one of my best friends was shot in front of my eyes and the other one is hell-bent on destroying the world!” I sobbed at her as the others started to take notice of our conversation when I said the next sentences, “When the bomb hit I was adopted by HYDRA! I was experimented on! I was turned into a monster! I am a monster now! And I just want forgiveness from my sister! I just want my sister, Wanda, that’s all.”

“Nat, what does she mean by HYDRA?” The blond said to Natasha, alarmed.

“She said she was raised by HYDRA for 10 years, and she’s Wanda’s sister, who Wanda thought had died 10 years ago when that bomb hit her building in Sokovia,” Natasha explained to Bucky, Sam, the blonde woman and that Steve guy.

“Why did you send Bucky then?” Steve asked.

“Because I knew she wasn’t in a HYDRA facility.”

“How? How, Natasha How?”

“I heard her tell her friend she was planning on escaping using an old spy technique. The same one I told Clint where I was during Sokovia.”

“What happened in Sokovia?” I asked curiously, knowing there hadn’t been in communication with Stucker’s Sokovia base in over a year but still curiously asking so I can find out what Zumo had hidden from me, Katrina.

“We took down the base and some shit went down in the city,” Steve told me still looking slightly angrily at Natasha.

“So that’s why Pie- Ahhh!” I screamed seeing both my brother and my best friend in front of me. Why were they there? They’re both dead. So why are they here?

“What? Why Ahh!” The blonde girl said her eyes tearing away from her phone standing up looking ready for a fight.

“It’s nothing just thought I saw something,” I responded remembering what I had been taught by everyone at HYDRA. Others can’t see what I can. The dead. The Forgotten. People long gone. Though that did mean I got given advice from history’s worst and best people. Walking up in the middle of the night from a nightmare and then having a conversation with Hitler was not fun given what he did to my ancestors. Though on the plus side I did get to meet Gandhi and Mandela they were fun to meet, I got some good advice from them.

“Are you sure?” Natasha asked both spies on full alert at this point.

“Yes. I grew up with a… different perspective, so that’s all,” I return.

They all raised their eyebrows quizzically, except Wanda who just started mouthing a drawn-out ‘ow’ like it finally clicked in her brain.

After joining them for afternoon tea in the café and learning why they were in Paris and their names, I found out the blonde was called Sharon Carter and when I found out that her last name was Carter I knew I made a mistake coming here to see Wanda. I guess promises are made to be broken. I know that place is rotten and vile and they killed my only companion in my lonely life and the experimentation will be severe but returning, I feel, would be better than staying with these people who know nothing. About me. About anything.

So I decided to escape.

Again.

Again I put my plan into action.

Again asking for Katrina for help.

Even though she wasn’t there.

Even though she was dead.

So I re-joined the conversation after my one with the dead.

Realizing they were talking about the café, while Steve and Nat were quietly whispering about what to do with me.

So I did what I do best. Fuck up HYDRA’s plans and secrets.

All I had to do was act like I was getting more coffee, which is honestly disgusting, and let the rest of the plan pan out.

“But are you aware that the café that you are currently in sells illegal drugs and the owner is currently preparing a delivery I placed of these drugs while on the train which two of your agents didn’t notice me doing. And I was doing this so I could hand them over to a friend,” I said putting on my best HYDRA girl scout look on as I walk up to Pierre grabbing the box of macarons and looking out at him silently asking if I could run out the back door and make a run for it.

“Why? Why are you doing this Yulia?” Wanda asked tears in her eyes.

“I thought you were different than all of the other HYDRA youths,” Natasha said pointedly, discreetly getting some sort of gun from her bag, but not discreetly enough giving me time to prepare my magic and wings, bracing myself for the oncoming pain.

“Well, you thought wrong. You all did.” I stated, ready to bolt.

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Nine Realms Completely in Chaos

No! I refuse! You can’t make me talk about this agai-

Hi guys! Today I’m going to talk about this again:

Thor: ...I decide to go out there and investigate. And what do I find, but the Nine Realms completely in chaos.

In all seriousness, I want to address this line mostly without touching on the context of imperialism. Even when you ignore that context, analyzing this line exposes a problem I have with the worldbuilding.

Let’s begin by talking a bit about the Nine Realms, and where they’re at when Thor: Ragnarok begins.

Asgard: It’s rebuilt after the events of TDW. It looks to be prospering.

Muspelheim: It’s population (fire demons, I guess) has just been attacked by Thor. Down one ruler (tsk tsk Thor power vacuums cause chaos) and one dragon. Seemed fine prior to that.

Svartalfheim: It’s likely to still be ruins. If any dark elves remain alive after TDW, they’re severely endangered. Doubt Thor cares (he never did before).

Jotunheim: It’s unknown what the frost giants have been doing since Thor, but I think it’s safe to assume that they still don’t like Asgard (for good reasons) and the planet is still in ruins. None of these problems began after Loki’s rein. The blame for the planet’s devastation can’t even be entirely blamed on Loki. Thor shows us that it’s a mess prior to his attempted genocide. Also, doubt Thor cares (he never did before).

Niflheim: Does anything live here? We’ve no canon information on Niflheim in the MCU besides knowing that’s where Hel is and Hela was imprisoned there. If we take our answer from the comics, then not really.

Midgard: Falling apart, but when is it not? I doubt Loki sending in an army would have fixed/prevented anything that happened in any of the MCU movies set after TDW. Also, Loki did send Sif to help on multiple occasions.

Vanaheim: Why doesn’t Vanaheim have an army to defend itself? I’m serious, why does Vanaheim need Asgard’s help? Hogun is Vanir and he’d one of Asgard’s finest warriors. The Vanir are as powerful as Asgardians in the MCU. Could be in chaos, but why can’t Vanaheim defend itself?

Nidavellir: Could be in chaos. Might be fighting rock trolls. I guess rock trolls are more powerful then dwarves?

Alfheim: Could be in chaos. We don’t know anything about the light elves of who their enemies might be.

So we have three Realms potentially in chaos, excluding those that seem fine, have little to no population, and/or that had problems pre-Thor that Asgard never helped with. One of those, at least, doesn’t seem like it should need Asgard’s help, but apparently does.

Let’s circle back to Midgard. Allow me to repeat what I said for your convenience: I doubt Loki sending in an army would have fixed/prevented anything that happened in any of the MCU movies set after TDW. This isn’t because there weren’t conflicts. The movies we have are evidence of all those conflicts. In AoU, we watch the Avengers battle an army of robots lead by a super AI. However, you’ve probably never once thought, not even after watching Ragnarok, “Fuck Loki for not sending an army to help! How lazy!” You don’t think that because it would be absurd to. Armies don’t solve everything (the devastation of Sokovia wouldn’t have been prevented by a group of Einherjar marching through), and, most importantly, the humans are shown to be capable of solving their own problems.

Proper worldbuilding is vital. Midgard is fully fleshed out. It enjoys the benefit of being our world, so we fill in any gaps the movie doesn’t have time to cover. It’s also where we spend the most time. Most characters in the MCU are humans. The other Realms don’t have that going for them. Vanaheim, Nidavellir, and Alfheim are not fleshed out. We’ve only glimpsed two of them (one in TDW, one in a comic pre-TDW). We’re left to wonder then why they need Asgard’s army to protect them. Why are stronger beings more incapable of keeping themselves safe than the humans? After Ragnarok, we’ve got a possible reason, but the movie doesn’t make it explicit, and I doubt it even meant to imply. So this line just confuses and annoys me, and I’m really sick of seeing it on my dash and in fics. Explain the politics to me. Please, just fucking explain. I will accept canon that confirms Loki’s a lazy piece of shit so long as you justify why Asgard’s protection is necessary. I just want the Nine Realms to make sense! Even fantasy has to make sense!

Finally, I watched Thor: The Dark World again. Guess what I’d forgotten:

Odin: Is Vanaheim secure? Thor: As are Nornheim and Ria. Though our work would have gone more quickly with you at the fore. Odin: You must think I'm a piece of bread that needs to be buttered so heavily. Thor: That was not my intent. Odin: For the first time since the Bifrost was destroyed, the Nine Realms are at peace. They're well reminded of our strength and you have earned their respect and my gratitude.

First, Nornheim and Ria aren’t even part of the Nine Realms, but they’re apparently under Asgard’s protection. Not sure what to make of that. More worlds with no development that just exist and we should believe that they’re in trouble without Asgard. Great. Interesting tidbit: Ria is the homeworld of the Kronan (in the comics, at least, but most likely this holds true in the MCU based on the glimpse we get of it), and Korg mentions he tried to start a revolution. Do you see what I’m getting at?

Second, Thor says their work would have been quicker with Odin’s help. This implies, if the movie hadn’t already made it explicit enough, that Asgardian protection just means you get an army dumped on you from time to time. It doesn’t mean they’re going to help you rebuild, which I’d argue is much more important.

Third, what the fuck? “They’re well reminded of our strength...”?

I get why Taika Waititi thought imperialism fit Asgard well, even if I don’t think Ragnarok did a good job actually condemning the long term manifestation of imperialism.

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Running from the Past: Chapter 4

Summary: Reader is a mutant who was experimented on by HYDRA. Due to her unique powers, she escaped a year and a half ago without being seen when the Avengers attacked the Hydra compound she was kept in for 5 years of her life. Her mutations and Hydra experiments allow her to blend in with her surroundings (like a chameleon/cuttlefish/octopus) and change her appearance in minor ways (such as hair, skin, and eye color), though the changes are only temporary. She’s been caught by the Avengers. After a long and painful conversation with the Winter Soldier, she accepts his help in getting her memories from before 6 ½ years ago back. She also suspects he’s hiding something from her. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2,661 Warnings: language (always), violence/fighting, traumatic past (mentions of torture/experimentation), slow burn, angst, fluff, delicious breakfast food (Rough) Translations: Bonne apétit, garçons -enjoy the meal, boys кукла - doll Спасибо за еду -thanks for the meal A/N: A huge thank you to everyone liking and reblogging my posts <3 This is my first big fic and the support feels awesome. You’re all amazing! Also, this chapter = poor confused baby Bucky…. and sorry for shooting him in the leg earlier, but babe’s strong. he can take it.

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It took everything you had to keep your face impassive. The pressure in the base of your skull returned when he used the nickname, and you gritted your teeth.

“Dollface is fine. Just go get my shit, please,” you say, your tone giving away your internal struggle.

He nodded, grinning deviously. “If you have any questions or need anything, ask FRIDAY. If you need me or the team for whatever reason, just ask FRIDAY to let us know,” he said, sparing you one last glance over his shoulder before he walked out the doors of the observation room.

To your surprise, it wasn’t Bucky who returned with the blanket and entertainment. You were pacing your room, your thoughts wandering, when Wanda poked her head in the door. She saw you staring at her with a raised eyebrow and walked in, smiling tentatively.

“Hey,” you said cautiously, not entirely sure where you stood with the woman after your comments earlier.

“Hey, (Y/N),” she responded with a small smile.

There was an awkward pause.

“I, uh, hope you like romance novels. They’re most of what I own,” she said, nodding to the small pile of books in her arms that teetered precariously on top of a fuzzy-looking fuchsia blanket.

You thought back to the bookshelves at your apartment, overburdened with romance novels. You could find the books littering every surface of the tiny apartment. “Yeah, that’ll do, I guess,” you said, cheeks burning.

Wanda gave you a crooked smile as though she could tell what was going through your head. You realized she very well might. If she did, though, she didn’t let on. She pressed a button on the wall that you couldn’t see and a small 8inx8in square hole in the wall opened at about chest height next to you. She passed the books and blanket to you through it.

“This one’s my favorite,” she said, handing you a well-loved book with a particularly muscular, oiled-up, bare-chested man on the cover.

“Yeah, Jean Lancaster is a literary genius,” you said, smiling fondly at the book. You had a brief moment of oblivious bliss before your eyes widened comically in horror, hand flying up to cover your big dumb mouth.

Wanda laughed at your reaction. Hard. You briefly considered crawling into the darkest hole you could find and never coming out. But Wanda’s laughter was contagious, and you soon found yourself laughing along, books and blanket forgotten on your bed.

To your horror, Bucky chose that time to walk into the observation room.

“What’s going on in here? I could hear you both down the hall-” he paused as he took in the sight in front of him. Wanda was almost red in the face from laughing so hard, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. Your head whipped around to Wanda, your slightly puffy, watery eyes pleading. The look on your face sent her off into another fit of hysterical giggles.

“Wanda?” he asked, completely taken aback.

“Wanda,” you whined, your voice pleading.

With what you assumed was immense difficulty, she managed to get a few words out. You strained to hear them between the giggles.

“It’s’ok, Bucky. Just bonding,” she said, throwing you a devious smirk. You shushed her as subtly as you could. Bucky looked between the two of you, the confusion on his face as clear as day. She rolled her eyes at him. “Out, you big oaf. We’re going to have girl talk,” she said, pushing him towards the door.

“But-” he began, but she gave him a shove out the door.

“I said girl talk, Barnes!” she said with pseudo anger. He whirled around to protest, but she simply waved at him happily as the doors shut in his face. “Keep him out for a while, please, FRIDAY,” she said, turning back to you.

“As you wish, Ms. Maximoff,” FRIDAY said. You heard the door lock with a surprisingly loud thunk.

“So, lovely weather we’re having, eh?” you grinned nervously at her.

“No, no. We’re talking about this. You’re not getting out of this conversation by changing the subject,” she said, pulling a chair up to the large glass wall.

You groaned and plopped down on your bed. “Alright, which series are we starting with?” you asked her, resigning yourself to your fate.

She grinned happily at you before spurring onward into a tirade so impressive you thought it had to be rehearsed.

You talked with Wanda about romance novels for hours. You discussed your favorite authors and the best plot twists of each of your favorite books. You both commiserated over how much you hated badly written doe-eyed heroines with no backbone. There may or may not have been slight squealing over certain muscle-bound heroes you both liked. You debated on whether modern day romances were better, or if tragedy in classics like Romeo and Juliet were what made a romance truly great. Bucky had come by and dropped dinner off for the both of you. You both gave him distracted “thank you”’s before returning to your debate. While you ate, however, your conversation lulled.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, in between mouthfuls of mashed potatoes.

She looked up from her meal at you and smiled softly. She didn’t need to ask what you were talking about. “It’s alright,” she said before she took a bite of chicken. She grimaced at how dry it was a took a sip of the orange juice Bucky had brought you with your meals.

“Please tell me,” you said, braver than you felt. You nearly shriveled under the look she gave you. She assessed you coolly before speaking.

“Are you sure? It’s not a happy story.”

“I never thought it was. It must have been awful for Hydra to seem like an improvement…” you say meekly, not wanting your words to be taken as a challenge.

She sighed deeply and took another sip of orange juice. She gazed at you over the glass before setting it down.

Then, she told you everything.

She told you about her family that lived a hard but happy life together in Sokovia. Of the fighting that claimed her parents’ lives and nearly claimed her and her brother’s. How their thirst for vengeance against Tony Stark had driven them to nearly destroy the world. She told you, finally, of how her brother died on the floating death rock that was Sokovia, protecting Hawkeye and a small boy. She got very quiet at the last part. You could see it in her eyes- she was years and a thousand miles away, back in Sokovia.

“I’m sorry,” you croaked out. Your voice snapped her out of her reverie and she gave you a weak smile.

“You didn’t have to start crying, you know,” she said in a teasing tone that couldn’t quite hide how sad she sounded. You were crying? You reached up and felt your cheek. Yup, those were tears. You’d begun crying without even realizing it.

“I’m horrible for saying those things to you,” you said, rubbing your tears away with your sleeved arm.

“You didn’t know… and I’ve made plenty of mistakes. Mistakes I have to live with for the rest of my life. I suppose what I’m trying to say is: Don’t worry about it,” she said, smiling fondly at you.

You nodded, not trusting your voice to keep from cracking.

“Miss Maximoff, I’m sorry to interrupt ‘girl time,’ but Captain Rogers and Mister Wilson are back from their mission and request your presence for debriefing,” FRIDAY’s voice said over the room’s speaker system.

“Tell them I’ll be there in a moment, please, FRIDAY,” Wanda said to the VI.

“Right away, Miss Maximoff,” it responded.

“Duty calls,” she said as she got up and stretched, stiff from sitting for so long. “Are you done with your dinner?” she asked, motioning to the mostly empty plate in your lap.

You shoveled one last massive spoonful of mashed potatoes into your mouth and swallowed. “I am now,” you said, grinning impishly.

“Gross,” she said, smiling at you. “I’ll take it back with me,” she said, pressing the button to open up the hole in the wall. You stuck your plate through and she placed it and her glass on top of her own.

“Thanks,” you said, smiling up at her.

“Hey, what are friends for?” she said, smiling back. She looked pointedly at the books, then winked at you. “Enjoy.”

You groaned. “I hate you,” you said halfheartedly, unable to fight back a half smile.

“No you don’t,” she said cheerily as she walked out of the room, doors shutting firmly behind her.

You sighed and carefully arranged Wanda’s books into a neat pile next to your bed. You absently wondered what time it was. There wasn’t a clock or window in your tiny room-cell. You laid back on your bed, snuggling up under the white and fuchsia blankets. It could be any time of the day, but you weren’t tired. You picked up a book and started reading.

You awoke to the sound of the doors to the observation room opening. You groaned, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You must have been more tired than you thought. You’d fallen asleep two and a half chapters into The Contest. It was such a racy read- you didn’t even think it was possible to fall asleep reading it.

You closed the book, put it down, and looked to see who had deemed you worthy of visiting.

You weren’t that surprised to see Bucky, but Steve standing there surprised you. ”And to what do I owe the pleasure, fellas?” you asked, watching them suspiciously.

“Bucky told me about you accepting our help. Wanda- though she won’t go into any specifics- has decided you’re most likely not a flight risk anymore,” Steve said, staring at you evenly. He paused. “Are you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“That depends on whether or not you try to feed me that bone dry chicken again or not,” you said, smirking. “It was like eating chicken-flavored sand.”

Bucky and the Cap smiled in unison, but Steve tried to look serious halfway through. It didn’t work, and your grin widened.

You let the joke sit for a moment before you sobered. “I’ll stick around for a while, Captain. Until this whole Hydra shitstorm blows over. Besides,” you said, glancing at Bucky, “I’ve gotten a very interesting proposal.”

“Please, call me Steve,” he said as he tapped away at the screen of a panel you couldn’t see in front of him. A loud clunk to your left caught your attention. The door was ever so slightly ajar now. You looked back at them incredulously. You pointed at it and raised an eyebrow in question. Bucky snorted, smiling, and Steve smiled and nodded.

“FREEDOM!” you screeched, yanking the door open and throwing yourself bodily into the corridor. The super soldiers followed you into the hallway, alarmed. You ran down it, relishing the ability to move more than six feet in any one direction. They jogged after you, still confused. You suddenly whirled around to face them. “Kitchen,” you said simply. They pointed down the hallway. You sprinted down it.

As you came upon an intersection, Bucky yelled to you. “Left,” he said, finally catching up to you. But you were off again in a flash. He gestured helplessly at you to Steve who seemed amused by the whole situation. Bucky groaned and jogged after you, slowed down by his only mostly-healed leg, Steve trailing closely behind.

By the time they’d arrived in kitchen, you’d already searched through most of the cupboards for the things you needed.

“Communal food rules?” you asked without looking at them as you continued to ransack the pantry.

“It’s open for everyone to use unless there’s a name on it. Never touch the prime cuts of steak, though. Sam forgets to write his name on them a lot and he’ll attempt to kill you if you eat ‘em,” Bucky said, leaning against the door frame as he watched you work.

“That’s only you, Bucky. He only gives the rest of us the cold shoulder for a day or two if we eat them,” Steve said, smiling at his friends’ shenanigans. He walked into the kitchen and sat on a stool at the island. Bucky followed his lead and sat down next to him.

“I’m beginning to think he doesn’t like me very much,” Bucky said, sarcasm dripping from every word.

“What gave it away?” Steve asked, matching his sarcastic tone.

Bucky was about to respond, but you spoke before he could.

“What do you guys like in your pancakes?” you ask, having found a huge bowl and pancake mix.

“Banana,” said Bucky without skipping a beat.

“Blueberry,” Steve said just after that.

You nodded.

“Eggs?” you asked after you located a nice non-stick pan under the counter.

“Over-easy,” they both said in unison. You chuckled and nodded.

“Got it,” you said.

While the pans heated and fruit prepped, you portioned out the pancake mix, adding banana slices to one third, blueberries to another, and cinnamon and a handful of chocolate chips to the last. You pulled out the carton of eggs and a stick of butter.

“So I hate to ask- I don’t want to lose my homemade breakfast privileges- but what brought this on? Are you just really hungry?” Steve asked, watching you work with interest.

“She loves breakfast food,” Bucky said, smiling faintly as he watched you work.

You froze for a second- not long enough for them to notice. How did he know that? That wasn’t something many people knew about you, and he said it like it was as plain as day. If he was to be believed, your relationship with him during your time as a spy for Hydra was professional (not to mention very, very evil). Were you even yourself while you were brainwashed? Did your love of breakfast food somehow transcend brainwashing? Or was there something he wasn’t telling you?

“Who doesn’t love breakfast food?” you said as cheerfully as you could manage. Neither Steve nor Bucky seemed to notice anything off about your tone. They were too enraptured by the food cooking on the stove.

“Amen to that,” Bucky said, watching as you flipped the pancakes perfectly. In between flipping enormous pancakes and their over-easy eggs, you pulled out three huge plates. As the food finished cooking, you tossed it onto their plates, doing increasingly difficult flips as you went. A behind-the-back-halfway-across-the-kitchen-pancake-flip earned a low, impressed whistle from Bucky and a round of applause from Steve. You finished scrambling your eggs and shoveled them from the pan onto your plate. You grabbed syrup and whipped cream from the fridge and placed them on the counter, set your plate down, and took a seat next to Bucky at the kitchen island.

“Thanks, (Y/N),” Steve said, lightly salting and peppering his eggs.

“Bonne apétit, garçons,” you said, taking a moment to appreciate your handiwork.

To your shock, you realized your beautiful three-stack cinnamon-chocolate pancake pile had been infiltrated by a banana pancake. It sat smugly in the middle, taunting you. You realized Bucky must have swapped one of his for yours when you weren’t looking.

“Oi,” you said, turning to look at Bucky.

“Is there a problem, sweetheart?” he asked, smiling at you innocently.

You opened your mouth to say something, but then the smell hit you. Cinnamon-chocolate-banana perfection, sitting there on your plate. You closed your mouth and stared at the pancakes in awe.

“Nothing,” you said, throwing some softened butter onto your stack of pancakes. You heard him chuckle under his breath.

“Looks delicious, кукла. Спасибо за еду,” Bucky said as he reached for the syrup at the same time you did. Your hands collided midair.

And just like that, it felt like the world exploded around you. The only thing you felt before the world went black was the rending pain in your head. You swore your head was collapsing in on itself.

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okay let’s try this.

Here are my WIPs! Send me a number and I’ll add 150 words to that story or edit for 15 minutes, depending on how complete it is. If I get the same number multiple times, I have to write more for that fic!

Eleven WIPs eligible for this meme under the read more.

1. Loki’s expression twisted, spasming for a moment before he wiped it utterly blank. “What do you want,” he said, and if Steve could see how tightly he was wound he was doing a passable imitation of that not being the case. Thor looked at Steve and appeared to resolve to ignore him.

“Loki,” he said darkly. “You should not be here.”Loki’s lip curled. “Nor should you. Or has the All-Father deemed his beloved son above the law?” (Thunderstorms)

2. “I am – not weak.” Ren grabbed onto Hux’s jacket and dragged himself upright, eyes boring into Hux’s only a few inches away. “I killed General Solo. What have you done? Built a bigger Death Star only to lose it moments later?” He sneered.

“I destroyed Coruscant,” Hux snapped back. “I crushed the Alliance capital at a single stroke-”

“And clearly that has done so much to weaken their resistance.” The wound across Ren’s face ploughed through his features, a furrow of ruined flesh it was hard to look away from. Hux gritted his teeth.

“I saved your pathetic life, Ren.”

Oddly, that made Ren let go. He pushed Hux away and took a stumbling step back. “Not of your own initiative, I think,” he said, but the anger was gone from his voice. Hux was almost disappointed. He wanted a brawl like he hadn’t since the Academy, even if Ren wouldn’t supply much of one right now. (we will all burn together)

3. Even confined to the dungeons, Loki haunted Odin.

He lurked in the empty place Frigga kept stubbornly set at the family table. He hovered, unnamed, in the corners of council meetings on the Jotunheim question. He circled the fringes of troubling dreams in which a rangy, lean, half-feral Loki stalked and tore apart his younger self, while Odin stood by and watched. (The Breaking Light)

4. “Out of curiosity,” Natasha said. “How far did Amora go before she turned you over to the other guy you won’t name?” The wound looked at least to her like it was healing well. Natasha was almost jealous. The harsh edge on Loki’s breathing reminded her that the price was having to do this without any painkillers whatsoever; that mitigated the jealousy some.

“It is…blurry,” Loki said, after a moment.

Natasha pressed her lips together. “It doesn’t seem a little weird to you that it’d be hard to draw a line between what was – sexy fun and what was torture and betrayal?” (Privation)

5. “Loki,” Thor said. He did not feel any shame for the rawness in his voice, the layers of feeling: anger, relief, confusion. “Is it truly you?”

“An interesting question, semantically speaking,” Loki said, and it was his voice, caustic and clipped and achingly familiar. “What does it mean to be truly oneself?”

Thor worked moisture into his mouth. “You – you are alive.”

“Apparently.” (Sword Age, Wolf Age)

6. “Loki,” Steve called after him. He paused. “If this…if this happens again? Don’t…I’d rather you didn’t wait three hours to do something about it.”

“That is not an order either,” Loki said, back still turned to him.

“No,” Steve said. “It isn’t. I don’t want to control your every move. I just want to keep everyone safe. Including you.”

“Of course,” Loki said silkily. “Would not want beloved Thor to be upset.” He left, walk still a little unsteady. Steve went to the doorway to look after him, frowning, a distinct sinking feeling in his stomach that everything had just gotten a lot more complicated. And probably unpleasant. (Tear My Castle Down)

7. Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross announced at a press conference yesterday that the alien known as Loki is in government custody.

The announcement came in the midst of controversy surrounding Secretary Ross’s handling of the crisis precipitated by the explosion at the signing of the Sokovia Accords. Ross stated that Loki had been apprehended after some time of eluding pursuit. While he assured listeners that there was no need to panic, many were alarmed by the implication that Loki, who was believed to have been removed after his attack in 2012, has been on Earth for an indefinite amount of time. (keep your bright eyes looking up to the sky)

8. “Do Asgardians – Aesir – even get married?” Bucky asked. “What does it mean to them? Have you thought about that?”

Steve frowned, a little – hurt. “Are you trying to talk me out of it? Do you think it’s a bad idea?”

“I don’t know,” Bucky said. “I’m just…surprised, I guess.” He paused. “Married. Yeesh.”

Steve looked down at his hands. “It’s not – it’s not a done deal or anything. I just…” It felt sappy and romantic and stupid, trying to put his thoughts into words. “I need to stop putting things off for later,” he said finally. “And Loki…I want him to know that I’m serious. He has so many fears about people leaving and I…”

Bucky’s expression had gone odd again. “And that’s not something you worry about at all,” he said, a little too softly to be wry. (as we dream by the fire)

9. The first time he saw mention of the Avengers it was like a sharp stab to the chest. He slipped a newspaper from a stand and read the entire article, but it was not truly about the Avengers at all: merely about the Captain, who had apparently uncovered a deep-seated corruption in the ruling class of his country. Loki had almost entirely lost interest when Thor’s name caught his eye, like a magnet:

After the incident in Greenwich last year, when a battle involving Thor wreaked havoc on the city, some are starting to question the potential cost of having these superhumans in our midst. “We must be grateful for the exposure of these dangerous elements,” Senator Brand, D-NY, said at a press conference. “The question must be asked, however: who pays for the damage?”

Loki read the short sentence bearing Thor’s name over and over as though it might reveal some secret to him. It did not. His mind supplied to him the image of Thor in Asgard, raising a goblet high and carousing with his friends in celebration. He probably doesn’t even think of you, the poisonous whisper assured him. The moment he looked away from your corpse you were as good as gone. (post svartalfheim au)

10. Now it was Sharon’s turn to look awkward. “This is a decent building, Steve, but sound still travels.”

Oh, Steve realized. Oh, damn. She’d heard Loki and thought it was him, and he should’ve figured something like this would happen but he’d been operating on some stupid hope that somehow it wouldn’t be an issue? Like that had ever been true.

“Uh,” he said, scrambling for an explanation. “I’m – it’s fine. Honestly.” Oh, that sounded honest, and explained everything, absolutely. He didn’t want Sharon to think – oh, hell. What she already thought, obviously, and he could feel his face getting warm but on the other hand there wasn’t exactly a viable alternative. That screaming you’ve heard is just Loki – yes, that Loki – having fits on my couch because Hydra had him in a concrete dungeon for two years doing god knows what.

“Steve,” Sharon said, and then stopped, making a face. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s none of my business.”

“I didn’t mean that,” Steve protested. “I really am-” He realized belatedly that he hadn’t shaved in almost twenty-four hours, had slept only in two or three hour intervals, and his clothes were hopelessly rumpled because he’d forgotten to do laundry this week. Based on the look Sharon was giving him, it showed. He closed his eyes for a second to hold back the urge to swear. “It’s been a long week,” he said. (Steve Rogers’ Halfway House for Notorious Supervillains)

11. “You can’t-” Clint cut off, clenching his teeth. “You can’t fucking do that. Just, just walk out-” He took a harsh breath. “Fuck you. And sit down.”

Loki’s eyebrows pulled very slightly together. “Pardon?”

Clint pointed at the couch. “Sit. Down. Just – sleep on it. At least. All right? Give it a day before you make any stupid, drastic decisions.”

Loki just looked at him blankly. “I was not asking,” he started to say.

“I don’t care,” Clint said harshly. “You owe me. So sit. Stay. Twenty-four hours. Think about my suggestion.”

Loki didn’t move to sit down. “I know what I want, Agent Barton.”

“Too bad,” Clint snapped. “You don’t get what you want.” (we’re not friends, we’re strangers with memories)

#meme #fic excerpt #confessions of a frustrated writer

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