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therealdisneyfan2319 · 1 year

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Undercover | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Y/N and Wanda are sent on an undercover mission together. There's just one slight problem: she hates him.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: SMUT (minors dni), angst, language, violence

Word Count: 4.8K

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A/N: This was a request from @maximofflover. This was a heluva time to write and I had so much fun with it! And yes I have been watching too much Golden Girls thanks for asking

“If you two don’t stop fighting I’m putting you both in a time out. I’m not even joking,” Tony threatened over his shoulder as he piloted the Quinjet. “I swear to god.”

“Tony, man, she started it!” Y/N protested.

“I don’t care who started it, Y/N. I’m finishing it.” Tony kept both hands on the controls as he stared straight ahead. “Sit down and shut up.”

“So you’re gonna yell at me but not her?” he pointed at Wanda. “What the hell man?”

“Alright that’s it. You sit over there next to Bucky. Maximoff, next to Romanoff.”

“Me? I didn’t say anything!” Wanda protested.

“SIT. DOWN. NOW.”

Arms crossed and mumbling under their breath, Y/N and Wanda sat in time out. The rest of the team sat in stunned silence, fearing they too might get a time out if they dared to open their mouths.

Y/N huffed as he slunk down in his chair, arms crossed as he slumped back and glared at Wanda. She glared right back at him. Her eyes glowed scarlet as she bore into his soul.

You’re so dead, L/N, she thought.

Fuck off, Maximoff, he thought so loudly he hoped she’d hear it.

Y/N didn’t know what it was about her. She seemed to absolutely hate him. Every thought, every word, every action of his caused a fight or a snide remark. Most times she pretended he was invisible. Her dismissive attitude not only bothered him, it hurt him. As much as he fought with her, he’d always nursed a sweet spot for the witch. He’d never been able to make his feelings known. How could he? She’d humiliate him. So to counteract those feelings he’d adopted a sort of playboy persona. It was a totally foreign idea to him at first, but once he got the hang of it he learned it was fun being a flirt. Dating apps were his best friend. After a while he had a rotation of girls he could call for hookups. He even expanded his flirtations to members of the Avengers. He’d casually dated Yelena and Kate at separate points, and there was the one Christmas party where he’d fucked Natasha in the hall closet…But Wanda? He couldn’t even get close to her. He used the other girls to distract himself from his feelings, but there were many nights he fantasized about the redhead while he was buried deep in someone else.

They sat in an awkward silence for the remainder of the flight. Y/N would glance up at Wanda every so often only to be met with a cold glare in return.

“L/N, Maximoff, stay behind please,” Tony asked as they landed. Y/N groaned as he stood up, dreading the thought of another Tony lecture. Tony worked his way to the center of the ship. He stood with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised, totally unamused. Y/N shuffled over to him, hands shoved in his pockets. Wanda stood next to him, her body language stiff and rigid. She obviously wanted to be there just as badly as he did.

Tony looked from one to the other and sighed. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you, but you’ve gotta knock it off. Cut the bullshit, stop the lovers quarrel, and get focused, okay?” Y/N shrugged while Wanda huffed as she rolled her eyes. “Good. Glad we’re in agreement because I’m sending you two out on a mission next week,” he smirked.

“You’re kidding me, right?” Y/N ask as Wanda’s jaw fell open in disgust.

“Nope,” Tony shook his head. He seemed to enjoy torturing the two of them. Like making them interact with each other was a personal triumph of his. “You’ll be going undercover. We’ve received some intel that one of the last surviving heads of HYDRA is attending an underground auction out in Boston. You two will be posing as Mr. and Mrs. Nylund, a socialite couple from Minnesota who made their fortune as jewel smugglers.”

“Married? Right, that’ll go well,” Wanda complained.

“Your mission,” he continued despite their protestations, “is to observe. See what they bid on, listen to what they tell you. We can use what you give us to find where HYDRA may still be operating. And don’t worry, Maximoff. This man had nothing to do with what happened to you. We can give you a disguise if you want, but that man won’t know you from Adam.”

“So how long are we going for?” Y/N asked as he shifted from one foot to the other, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Three days, two nights in a five-star hotel. Honeymoon suite, of course,” Tony grinned as Wanda rolled her eyes.

“At least the bed’ll be big enough that we’ll be sleeping in separate zip codes,” she grumbled.

“Hey, at least I’ll be able to say I slept with Wanda Maximoff,” he jabbed. She shot him a warning look.

“Stop complaining, you leave next Friday. Now go on, shoo, get out of here,” he said, motioning to the lowered door.

Wanda wasted no time as she turned on her heel, storming off the ship. Y/N shot Tony a look as he too left the ship, grumbling to himself about his upcoming travesty. A weekend with Wanda Maximoff all to himself? His heart was aflutter. A weekend alone with Wanda Maximoff that would probably end with her finding more ways to humiliate and insult him? His heart sank. It was a ‘damned if you do damned if you don’t situation. He shoved his hands back in his pockets, keeping his head down as he sped past Wanda.

“Don’t expect me to pretend we’re happily married, Y/N. We’ve been on the verge of divorce for years,” she shouted.

He paused as she yelled. Turning around, he looked at Wanda with a smirk. “Oh I know, darling. That’s why I’m planning on having an affair while we’re there.”

Wanda looked as if she could kill him right then and there as he turned and headed back to the compound. He shook his head as he entered the building, walking towards the staircase to head up to his apartment. As he climbed stair after stair, he found himself face-to-face with Natasha.

“Tony spank the two of you for being naughty?” she joked.

“Worse. He’s sending us undercover together,” Y/N replied. “A weekend in Boston posing as a married couple.” He groaned as he threw his head into Nat’s shoulder. She awkwardly reached up to pat his head.

“Call me stupid, but isn’t that exactly what you want? A chance to be alone with her?” she asked. Natasha knew all about his love for Wanda. The two had been hooking up on and off since that Christmas party. It was just sex between the two of them, nothing more. But after a few months of their trysts, he’d confessed his unresolved feelings for the witch to her.

“Yeah. But we both know how this will end. She’ll end up fighting with me over something I did and then she won’t talk to me,” he complained.

Natasha sighed as she pushed his head off her shoulder. “Come on, Hefner. Why don’t we go take your mind off this?” She grabbed his hand and dragged him up to her apartment where she spent the rest of the evening successfully distracting him from his nagging feelings. What neither of them realized is that at one point Wanda walked past Natasha’s apartment on the way back to her own, hearing more than she’d ever wanted to, before storming off and slamming her door shut with her magic.

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“I am not sleeping in the same bed as you,” Wanda told him as she threw her suitcase onto the oversized California king. “You can have the couch.”

“Worried that you won’t be able to resist me if you’re sleeping that close to me?”

Wanda rolled her eyes. “Get changed, we’ve got an hour until we’re supposed to be there.” She grabbed her makeup bag and headed for the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

“Yup, this is going to be a great weekend,” Y/N mumbled as he hung his garment bag on the back of the closet door. “Thanks, Tony.” He started to strip out of his clothes, throwing his sweater and jeans on the couch he had been banished to. As he stood there in nothing but his underwear, the bathroom door opened. “What’d you forget?” he asked as Wanda crossed over to the bed.

“My dress,” she replied as she grabbed the white garment bag that was lying on the bed. She picked it up and looked at him as he stood there in his underwear. Her gaze lingered over his body for a long moment before she shook her head and retreated to the bathroom. He didn’t think about it too much as he continued to put on the new tux Tony had bought him specifically for the mission. As he looked in the mirror and fiddled with his bow tie, he saw the door open as Wanda stepped out. She was wearing a gorgeous black dress, her hair all drawn up as she looked at him. “Can you zip me up?” she asked, embarrassed at the question.

“Uhh, yeah,” Y/N replied. He shook his head to snap himself out of the trance her body had put him in. She turned around, clutching the front of her dress to her chest as he walked toward her. He grabbed the silky fabric with one hand and the zipper with the other, drawing the back taught against her skin as he zipped her up.

“Surprised that you know a zipper goes more ways than just down,” she said, her tone brusque, “what with all those girls you bring home from parties or wherever you go to meet people for a quick lay.”

“Well, Wanda, maybe I’m just that good,” he shot back, patting her on the back as he brought the zipper to the top. Was she really picking this moment in time to shame him about his hookups?

“Don’t get cocky. We’ve got to get going,” Wanda huffed as she reached for her clutch on the nightstand. “Do you have everything?” Y/N nodded as he felt around his pockets for his wallet, keys, pistol, and earpiece. “And try to behave, okay? Don’t make yourself look like the playboy you are, Mr. Nylund.” “Wouldn’t dream of it, Mrs. Nylund,” he grumbled back as he held the door to their hotel room open for her.

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“Well that was a bust,” Y/N declared as he sat at the bar, a beer in his hand. “I cannot believe that sod spent the entire night talking about his new farm. Nothing, absolutely nothing about anything related to HYDRA or smuggling or anything illegal!” “Relax, we’ve still got tomorrow and Sunday to get what we need,” Wanda reminded him as she sipped on a glass of red wine. “It looked like you still had a good time.”

“If you consider talking with the former head of a fascist organization fun then I had an absolute ball,” he snorted into his beer.

“Oh, I’m talking about the blonde who couldn’t keep her hands off you. I thought that Mrs. Nylund was going to be spending the night alone,” she snipped as she took another sip of her drink, swirling it around to paint the insides of the glass.

“Sounds like somebody’s jealous,” he teased, raising his eyebrows as he took another swig.

“Pfft. Yeah right.” She rolled her eyes at him, turning away to look at the other end of the beer.

“I have to pee,” he said as he placed his beer on the bar. “I’ll be back.” She didn’t answer as he made his way to the back of the bar.

As he stood at the urinal, he kept wondering how on earth he was going to deal with two more days of this. It was one thing to have Wanda constantly argue with him. That he was used to. It was completely different to have to pretend they were married. She was good at turning on the charm: she’d hardly let go of his hand or his arm the entire time they were at the gala earlier in the evening. He’d relished in the minute bits of contact. She looked at him differently, too. There was a smile in her eyes that he’d seen when she was around other people, but never him. To top it all off she looked absolutely gorgeous all dressed up. He’d tried to not stare too much, but he couldn’t help himself. It fit with the parts they were playing, he argued to himself.

He washed his hands, splashed some cool water on his face, and left the bathroom, intent on heading back to the bar and ordering another drink. But he was met at the bar by a strange man sitting in his seat, engaging Wanda in conversation. He could see she was talking and giggling with this stranger, which made his blood boil. Y/N tried to contain himself, but when this man reached out to run his hand up her thigh he saw red.

“Hey pal, hands off my wife,” he snapped as he stormed over to the bar.

“This is your husband?” the stranger asked Wanda incredulously. She nodded, eyebrows raised as she looked at him.

“Yeah, I’m her husband. So why don’t you get your hands off her before things get ugly, asshole?”

The stranger looked at Wanda, sighed, patted her thigh twice, and stood up. He was taller than Y/N by a good six inches. Staring down at him, he dropped his voice to a smidge above a whisper.

“You know, she didn’t even mention she had a husband. So what does that say about you? Because until right now, she was all ready to come back up to my room so I could show her-”WHAM! Y/N landed a punch square on the other man’s nose. The stranger clutched his face and stumbled back, dazed by the sudden impact. He pulled his hand down to look at it: it was covered in blood.

“Fuck you, man! Stay away from her!” Y/N shouted, his fists balled in fury.

“Y/N stop it!” Wanda shouted, placing her drink on the counter and standing up from her seat. She rushed over to grab Y/N but he had charged back at the stranger.

POW! BAM! The stranger landed two solid blows on Y/N’s face. He staggered backwards, falling into the bar. He felt something warm start to stream down from his eyebrow and tasted blood in his mouth. His head was spinning, but that didn’t matter. He wanted to beat this jerk to a pulp. He tried to push himself up from the bar but was stopped by Wanda pushing him back.

“Stay down,” she hissed. “Let me deal with this.”

Looking over at the stranger, who was reaching into his jacket for something, she subtly flicked her wrist as her eyes glowed red. Y/N watched as the man’s eyes turned red. He removed his hand from his jacket, turned, and immediately exited the bar.

“Thanks,” Y/N sighed. He ran his tongue over his lip. The bottom one was split in the middle. The metallic taste of blood soured his mouth.

“Unbelievable,” Wanda scolded. Her eyes were still burning red as she looked at him. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” She helped him up and threw his arm over her shoulders. He used her to balance on as she helped him stumble out of the bar and to the elevator that was open and waiting for them.

They stood in silence as they rode the elevator up to their floor.

“Wanda, I-”

“Shut up.” Something in the way she said it made him immediately obey. He remained silent as they walked down the hall to their room. He remained silent still as she told him to sit on the edge of the bed while she changed out of her dress into a pair of sweats and a t- shirt and fished the first aid kit out of the bathroom. He even remained silent as she straddled his lap to get a better look at the cuts on his forehead and lip.

“What the hell were you thinking, Y/N? We’re not supposed to draw attention to ourselves here. Did you think that punching someone wouldn’t draw attention to us? I mean he was trying to pull his gun on you!” She dabbed at his wounds with a washcloth, staining the white fabric red. “I should’ve figured you’d do something stupid like this. I don’t know why Tony couldn’t have sent literally anyone else on this mission instead.”

Even though Wanda was holding his head up, Y/N avoided making eye contact with her, opting to look at the ceiling as she dabbed at his wounds. But at her last remark he turned his head away from her. He felt ashamed at the fact he’d let his emotions get the better of him. He’d put their whole mission at risk. That and he felt just plain stupid. He blinked quickly, hoping to dispel the tears that were forming in the corners of his eyes.

Wanda stared at him as he shook his head away from her. Sighing, she gently placed a hand on his cheek and turned his face to look at her. “Are you okay?” she asked softly.

“Why do you hate me?” he asked, utterly defeated.

“What?”

“Why do you hate me so much? I don’t get it. I’ve never done anything to you. You go out of your way to pick fights with me or insult me and I can’t understand it. So why, Wanda? Why do you hate me?” He felt sadness stirring inside him as he asked her the question that had long been on his mind.

Wanda stared at him for what felt like an eternity. She opened her mouth to speak a couple of times, but shut it immediately. She pursed her lips together as she looked down at his lap and sighed.

“I don’t hate you,” she admitted, looking back up at him, her hands still on his face.

“Well you sure have a funny way of showing it,” he retorted.

“You’re always with other girls, okay? Either it’s one of those Tinder girls or someone you met at a bar or it’s Nat or Yelena and I hate it. I hate it because it’s never me. I get jealous that I walk by Nat’s apartment and hear you moaning her name and not mine, alright? I don’t hate you, Y/N, I actually really like you. But you never seemed to want to stop living your Hugh Hefner fantasy long enough to actually give a damn about my feelings.”

“Wanda-”

“No, you know what? Forget it. I don’t care. Do whatever you want.” She threw the washcloth on the bed, her face drawn up in a frown, as she stood up from his lap. But Y/N grabbed her and pulled her back down. He reached up with both hands to grab her head and pull it against his so their foreheads were touching.

“The only reason I hook up with so many girls is so I can get my mind off of you for five goddamn minutes, Wanda,” he whispered harshly. “And even then it doesn’t work. Because all I do is think about you. And I thought if I was with someone else it would go away. But it doesn’t. It never does.” He felt blood dripping off his face and onto his white shirt as the words tumbled out of his mouth. “The other night with Nat all I could think about was you. I am so goddamn in love with you, Wanda. I don’t want anyone else in my life. I will gladly give up-”

She didn’t give him a chance to finish. Before he realized what was going on he felt Wanda grab his face and slam her lips into his. He moaned at the sensation, the taste of the margarita she’d drunk lingering on her lips. He kissed her greedily. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her. He bit down on her lip, drawing a moan from her. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her open mouth. Their tongues entwined as they explored each other’s mouths. As they kissed, Y/N dragged his hands down her back to the hem of her shirt. She broke away from his lips long enough for him to raise it over her arms and throw it behind her. He looked up at her, her lips swollen and eyes wide with desire before reaching up to grab the back of her head as he started to kiss her neck.

“Shit,” she moaned as he nibbled at the sensitive skin on her neck. He wanted to mark her, claim her as his. He sucked and bit down her neck, sliding his tongue over each bruise he made. She whimpered at the sensation of being branded by his mouth.

Wanda’s neck was covered in red and purple bruises by the time Y/N was done. He smiled as he admired his artwork. “You’re all mine, Wanda,” he whispered as he ran his hands through her hair.

“Make me yours,” she sighed, pulling on her hair.

Grinning, Y/N wrapped his arms around Wanda’s midsection and rolled her onto her back. He straddled her as he unbuttoned his shirt, eyeing her bare chest hungrily. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, throwing his shirt behind him and pressing his bare chest against hers. She grabbed his neck as she pulled him down to kiss her. He relished every second spent with their lips pressed together. It was better than anything he’d ever experienced before. As desire coursed through his veins, he rolled his hips down into hers.

“Oh god,” she groaned.

“Did you like that, princess?” he teased, pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips. All Wanda could do was nod. “Good.” He began kissing his way down her neck to her chest, stopping to fondle her breasts, then down her stomach and stopping at the waist of her sweatpants. He felt her breath hitch as his hot breath caressed her skin.

“Y/N-” she begged. He hooked his thumbs into the band of her sweats, pulling them and her panties down her legs. Y/N heard his heart pounding in his ears as he stared down at her pussy. Lowering himself down so his mouth was hovering over her most sensitive area, Wanda spread her legs to grant him access to herself. He dove down and started lapping at her hungrily. A loud moan erupted from Wanda at the contact. He found her clit, sucking and swirling the sensitive bud. As he pleasured her with his mouth he slid a finger into her, curling the digit against her most sensitive spot.

“Shit,” she moaned, arching her back into the bed at the feeling. He smiled against her glistening cunt as he fucked her. Her breathing became more erratic as she squirmed against him.

“You’re doing so well,” he praised as he inserted another finger into her. “You’re doing such a good job at taking my fingers.” Y/N continued to curl inside her as Wanda bucked her hips to meet him.

“Don’t stop baby,” she moaned, reaching up to clutch the pillow with one hand and using the other to shove his head back down. He flicked his tongue over her clit, reveling in the taste of her and her sweet juices. The way she clenched around his fingers told him that she was close.

“Let go, baby girl,” he cooed. Wanda felt herself come undone at his words, convulsing as her orgasm shot through her. A strangled scream left her lips as the pleasure became too much. Y/N left his fingers inside her as she spasmed around them, moving them gently to help bring her down from her high.

As Wanda regained her composure, gasping for air, Y/N wiggled his way up her body, positioning himself on top of her. Her face was flushed, strands of hair plastered against her glistening forehead. She watched him as he stuck his fingers inside his mouth, sucking off the remnants of her orgasm. “You taste delicious,” he whispered, smiling as he felt her body burn with desire under him. As he leaned down to kiss her, she rocked her hips against his. The subtle movement sent a jolt of desire through him. “You want more, princess?” he teased, his voice feigning pity.

“I want to feel all of you,” Wanda whispered as her eyes burned red with desire. Before Y/N could reply, Wanda rolled him over so that she was on top of him, straddling his hips. “I want you moaning my name like you were moaning Nat’s. I wanna make you feel so good that you forget about all those other girls,” she growled, leaning back to push her chest out towards him while using his thighs to support herself.

“I like when you try to take charge like this, sweetheart,” he grinned. He felt his cock twitch as she undid the buckle of his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down his legs as she eyed his erection hungrily.

Wanda chuckled as she leaned forward to kiss him, raising herself off him to position his cock at her entrance. She whimpered as she sank down on him, engulfing his entire length around her velvety walls. “God you’re so big,” she breathed, adjusting her hips to accommodate his size.

“You asked for it,” he replied as he grabbed her hips, coaxing them forward. Wanda groaned as she felt him rock his hips up into her, filling her to the brim. Placing her hands on his stomach, she began to rock back and forth on his cock. Y/N used his hands to guide the movement of her hips, keeping them steady as she faltered slightly.

“Fuck, Y/N,” she whimpered. She bowed her head down as she picked up the pace, rocking into him hard enough that the bed began to shake under her movements.

“That’s it, baby girl. Ride my cock. I want you to come undone on me,” he breathed. He felt the familiar pressure building in his stomach as her walls teased him. Wanda groaned as she shifted her weight to her hands, lifting herself up before slamming her hips back down. The change in pace exhilarated Y/N as he found himself bucking his hips up to meet her thrusts.

“Oh god I’m close,” she cried as she rode him at a relenting pace. Y/N grabbed her and flipped her on her back. He buried himself inside her soaking pussy, her arousal dripping down onto the bed. She moaned and clawed at his back as he snapped his hips into hers again and again, the sound of flesh slapping echoing through the room.

“Wanda,” he moaned as he felt his orgasm approaching. “Oh god, Wanda, fuck, I’m-” She cut him off abruptly as she captured his lips in a harsh kiss, biting his bottom lip as he came inside her. She moaned into his mouth as he filled her with spurt after spurt of hot cum, the sensation sending her over the edge. He could feel her squeezing tightly around him, her body shaking with ecstasy.

In a matter of moments they were coming down from their highs. Y/N stared down at Wanda, her lips swollen from their passionate kiss. He was breathing hard, unable to slow his heart rate as she stared back up at him with those gorgeous green eyes. She reached a hand up to caress his cheek. “I think it sounds so much better when you’re moaning my name,” she whispered, a devilish twinkle in her eye.

Y/N laughed as he planted a kiss on her forehead. “You are so much better in every way, baby girl.” He collapsed on top of her and buried his face into her neck as she wrapped her arms around him, her fingers tracing the indents of his spine. “I love you,” he murmured into her neck. She smiled as she felt his smile press into her.

“I love you too,” she whispered. “Now if I’m not mistaken, Mr. Nylund, we still have two days left of our vacation.” Wanda let one of her hands trail down to smack his ass. “And I think we have a lot to make up for.”

"Well then, Mrs. Nylund, let's not waste any time."

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jackiequick · 6 months

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Meet more of the family, Miss Stark & The Youngest Barnes | Marvel OC

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Liv Stark ⌚️

Full name: Olivia Charlotte Stark-Vega

Nicknames: Liv, Vi, Lottie, Lola, Clary, Char, Charlie, Miss Vega, Snark Central

Age range: 5-18

Height: 5’1

Relationship status: Single

Background: American with Peruvian, Polish and Italian descent

Father: Anthony Stark

Godmother: Elizabeth Stark

Godfather: Jason Underwood

Brother & Sister: Rei and Morgan Stark

Step-mom: Pepper Potts

Uncles: James Rhodes, Happy Hogan & rest of The Avengers

Abilities: A bit of geek and hacker due to her love of technology, basic hand to hand combat since she enjoys boxing and her witty personality. She’s young so she hasn’t gotten plenty of skills yet.

Personality: Liv has a smart touch, gentle soul, sweet, charming and easy going. She is a bit of a bitchy girl and stubborn about everything she does. If she wants to do something, she will probably sneak out to get it done. She got a some of anxiety and a nervous twitch (which would grow over the years since Liv is afraid of being alone and in the dark about a lot of things), this creeping fear and sadness that will take over her if not careful.

- However Liv is very accident prone, she’s always getting hurt one way or another, giving everyone an heart attack since the age of 9 since she’s always been a active little girl. So in result she give Tony and something for Rei to roll his eyes about.

- From an young age, she has always been into tech, jewelry and over all. Wanting to build and grow a her own little things, she was a Stark it’s a given! She watched a lot of movies so she got creative with her ideas.

- Random fun fact, one of her favorite movies is 10 Things I Hate About You, just because she likes Kat Stratford’s aesthetic and attitude. But it’s many Action Movies and Rom-Coms that she will watch with Pepper, that she enjoyed. It’s where she gets her inspiration for things.

- She adored the idea staying in the lab, tinkering and cleaning up the inventions that were made. She practically lived in there, staying home to help and learn. It caused never want to leave that house in general, having a bit of mouth on her after hearing the adults always speak their minds (so don’t be surprised this girl start rambling and throws out whatever bullshit that appears in her thoughts), but it allowed her to be a safe within those four walls.

- It didn’t take long for her to start filling up a notebook with designs on how to incorporate technology into fine jewelry (aka The Stark Watch, necklaces to tracking and security measures, bracelets to be use for defense purposes and rings can be transformed into gauntlet).

- She’s always been bit of business women! Wanting to create products to help people, keeping an eye on things from behind the scenes, represent and model for Stark industries and such.

- But she was still so young, so her parents and siblings didn’t want her to grow up so soon in the spotlight of it. She’s a kid! And she understood that, it bothered her but she understood why. So she stays hoping her time could come where she can help out the group.

—> Because little did she know that theses little gadgets and gizmos that would be incorporated into the ideas her father and older brother would use as fashion purposes in the future with their own suits. Aka they’re Iron Man suits!

—> I know you may be wondering about her family life, well Liv raised well per say. She had to move around a lot as a child, especially since Tony never wanted the public attention to be on her just yet and her mother wasn’t sure that she would taken care of. It took convincing from Pepper and Jason to let her stay home with them, so everything was fine after that.

Her relationship with her father was an nice one. When it comes to parenting his kids, Tony was a rather dramatic, embarrassingly loud at times, a little cocky and stubborn parent per day, so it’s a bit difficult to get him to calm down and talk softly with him. Tony cares a lot about his children, having Rei and Liv to take care of but he was always busy with the company having to arrive home late, events he had to attend and ending up being tired.

Other than that, he tried to make time for his son and daughter, bringing them to the lab and everywhere he could. Even if he got in trouble afterwards. Tony always tries to inspire his daughter to do what she loves and experience things, be caring, make sure she was alright too and etc. But they make it work!

Ohh, did I forget to mention how annoying and protective Tony can be as a parent? He will take everything very seriously or not serious at all, acting out if something goes wrong and he tends to be questioning his motives. Even blaming himself if something bad were to happen to his family. Tell Tony Stark you have a crush? He sends JARVIS to keep an eye on you. Ask Tony for something like a new backpack for school? He buys you something else.

In his defense, he does everything with so much love (even if he doesn’t always portray it in the best way).

Her relationship with Rei however—you wouldn’t think it but rather wholesome, since she’s the little sister he never exactly wanted. They were completely opposite to one another, he’s grumpy and she’s easygoing, he rather work alone in silence and she rather work with music blasting and etc. But as much as Rei may be annoyed and want to throw his little sister out of the house, deep down he cares about her, even though he didn’t show it to her very often and he’s very protective of her ever since he was a child.

Rei and their father, always trying to keep Liv out of harms way and safe at home. Even if they tend to fail at times.

Since Tony was always busy, Rei tends to be one to look out for Liv and keep her in check, being her personal bodyguard for everything she does. If it was up to him, Rei would wrap his baby sister in bubble wrap and not let her leave the house!!

When they were kids (and even now) Liv would follow Rei wherever he went and wanting to copy him, be like her big brother because he always around the corner with something snarky to say to her and a huge potty mouth (it resulted in her having a huge attitude as well). She will always be the one to encourage Rei’s designs for suits and talk to dad about something.

He talks and she will absolutely love to listen to him (even if 85% of the time she has no idea what he’s talking, cause he’s smarter than her at a lot of things.)

Sometimes you will find Liv in a moody way shutting everyone out of her room and just curled up in a ball, similar to brother and to be honest, it concerns Rei a bit when it happens. But he would probably try to snap her out of it, even not he will let her be in her moody moments. He knows how it is

At the end of the day, no matter how different they were with one another and the paths they choose, they cared in their own way. Even if when they’re public, they act like they don’t know one another.

—> As for her relationship with the Avengers and Young Avengers! Ooof let’s stick to first impressions, shall we?

She met all of them when she just a child, joining Rei and Tony on a simple basis day with the group. She first started watching her father talking with Bruce Banner, and she took a liking to him very much seeing how nice, gentle and reserved he can be. But there an edge to him, that she found to be cool.

As for when she met Rick, it was when him and Rei were chatting. Her first impression of him, to her the young man is that he looked like a old school Disney Channel Star with a nice smile and warmth, with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

So when she saw Bruce, Rick, Rei and Tony all work together in their own separate labs blasting music so loudly..the only thing Vi said, “Oh no, there’s 4 of them!”

When she met Natasha, she just cool and rather chill per say acting like the nonsense agent with a soft side. Romanoff’s daughter on the other hand, she was just curious about her and Vi liked that.

Same thing goes for Clint and his daughter, they were just cool people. She was always amazed with the skills they had, and a part of her always knew that Clint Barton was a family man. And she was right, when they appeared at the Barton’s Barn years later.

Meira and Luna were just so relaxed, gentle and sweet girls. She adored how they acted with their teammates and siblings, especially Meira since she was a little sister just like her. Sweet and snarky.

Ethan was just super chill and suspicious of everything, Rei didn’t like him and carried Vi alway from from very quickly. Cole was just so mischievous, snarky smile and tossing jokes every day, making Vi laugh or snort. But a part of her respected him greatly, cause she heard he was VERY powerful.

Liane, well she didn’t like her right away. She annoyed Olivia very quickly and she sent painful glared toward the girl who tried to make friends with her. After a while she softened toward Ms Felton, but it took a long time cause she saw Rei didn’t like her either.

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Daphnia Barnes-Wilson 🪫

Full name: Daphnia Ramona Wilson-Barnes

Nicknames: Daphne, Nia, Daph, DD, Sparky, Daffy, Fifi, Birdie,

Other name while on the run: Davina, Robin

Age range: 7–20

Height: 5’7

Relationship status: Single

Parents: Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson

Background: American with Mexican and Chilean Origin

Aunt: Sarah Wilson

Uncle: Steve Rogers

Sister: Laurie Wilson

Brother: Benjamin Barnes

Abilities: Marksmanship and Acrobatics, having took some gymnastics classes. She’s also a bit of a fast learner so she’s fluent in English, Spanish, Russian, Portuguese and some French.

Personality: Gentle, a little broken due to being let down a lot in life, warm-hearted, clumsy, a bit shy and humorous at times. But if she’s anything like her fathers, she’s stubborn enough, a little self-sacrificing, and willingly to help no matter what.

- Sam and Bucky have been together for a while now, since their chemistry was a challenging one it always hard to settle down and figure out what they want. However a house, family and future for their kids was always one of them.

- They already had Laurie and Benjamin, so they thought two kids was enough as it is. But things took a small turn when they stumble at a orphanage in Brazil for a mission and met this no named little girl who gave both of them the most honest smile.

- Sam has always been one to have a big heart, so wanting a big family was always part of that. So his heart spoke before his words ever could, wanting to adopt her. Bucky Barnes on the other hand was a little hesitant—well more like worried—about the whole thing, he always wanted a little piece of normalcy and he got it with Sam and their kids. But adding a 3rd? That was a lot of responsibility, but he caved as soon as he hung out with the girl.

- To be honest, they saw a bit of themselves in her. So she was adopted when she less than 10 years old and brought into a family of oddly comforting heroes. They named gave her a name and did everything they could to make her feel comfortable. Welcomed.

—> So Davina (or Daphne) as they called her grow up with her parents and siblings. As loved as she was, she always felt alone and feared that it will all be taken away from her. Especially with the fact that her parents were heroes themselves, there was always a chance that they can end up hurt or worse, if not careful.

- But Bucky always made sure to tell her and every single one of his children, “Don’t worry, I’ll always come back home to you guys, no matter how long it takes.” And Sam would tell them, “You’re our kids, we will always love you and be there to tuck you in bed whenever we can.”

- Sometimes they would be gone for 2-3 days, maybe a week or a whole month leaving the kids in care of family and friends. Laurie was the oldest of the siblings, so they could handle themselves very well and or sneak off to join the fight ending with them in trouble. Benjamin being the second oldest, so he rather stay behind during the fight and stay with his sisters and friends.

- Speaking of fights and travel, when if plenty say battle isn’t place for children. Sometimes Sam and Bucky had no choice but to bring there kids with them to places like Wakanda, Stark Tower, France and or let’s say Germany for instance. Even though it was a hassle to bring children along for the ride, it was an interesting learning experience and a way to test out their kids

- And to be honest, Daph and her siblings enjoy it a little too much. Cracking jokes, running around, exploring different places and meeting interesting people, and creating new ideas among one another. It was a field trip for them sometimes.

-> And if your wondering, yes Daphnia is team #HateJohnWalker! When she found out, she was ready to take her baseball bat and wack his head with it, demanding the Shield back with a glare. Bucky couldn’t be more prouder of her in that moment laughing, meanwhile Sam rolled his eyes unable to believe what he heard.

- Random fun fact, she played baseball before she was ever adopted and had really good aim, depending on where she was hitting. It was a trait her siblings carried on as well, especially Benjamin even if he was more reserved one, he had a great aim.

- She always loved any sport that involves movement and play, soccer being one of them (since she lived in Brazil for a while). She liked to think she was rather talented when it came to that, even if she was a problem when it came to being around other kids, having a small temper and glaring at other people. Mainly, it was her insecurity that she hid underneath her own glares.

- Matter a fact all the kids were talented in their own way ever since they were younger. Daphne when she was very little, believed at the time that she didn’t have any good talents and wasn’t as smart enough as it is. Until Sam took her out to the shopping and noticed that she stopped in front of small gymnastics building with wide eyes, softly grinning at the sight. She pleaded for him to let her walk in and see the girls, he nodded letting her watch. As she did, Daph realized she wanted to join in on the fun and dance as well. Sam couldn’t stop himself and called Bucky for his opinion on it.

- She started her classes soon enough and enjoyed it for the most part, her body was rather sore after some classes. So she wasn’t too happy about that part. When Bucky told Nat about it, the Russian spy came in shocked and said, “If she wanted to learn some acrobatics, why didn’t you come to me or Lydia? Barton would’ve showed her!”

- Bucky just rolled his eyes and replied, “Cause she wanted that to be her own thing. And it doesn’t hurt to have some normalcy around her, Romanoff. I think it’s a good thing..” And Bucky was right about that, since he loved seeing his husband and children happy, enjoying themselves and having a break from the hero world. Hell, he goes to every talent show, buys items needed and participates in whatever is needed. Even if he’s not too happy about it at first.

- Of course as much as acrobatics were her own thing and all she ever wanted to do, so she can have that skill set. That didn’t stop the idea of having good marksmanship in her left corner, she was already good with a baseball bat and Bucky was more than happy to show the basics of how to hold/use a gun to his kids. Sam wasn’t too pleased about that idea though saying, “They’re too young!”

- And to be honest, Daph was pretty good with a gun. Swinging it swiftly and tossing the gun in her hands, holding it up to her target (which was an old target board hanging outside nearby the trees). However that didn’t mean she didn’t play around with the gun at first, holding in her hands and pretending to be a spy. “Barnes, but you can call Agent Daphnia Wilson, at your service.” She said with a giggle, humoring herself.

- Daph was always a little silly, cocky and daring. Not thinking first and asking questions later kinda gal—oops! So it lead her to getting in trouble sometimes, breaking certain curfews if she out at the movies with a friend (like with one of the young avengers), being a little lazy about things and running away from her problems like a champ. But by the end of the day, she was good girl.

-> Speaking of Young Avengers and Older Avengers. You’re probably wondering who’s her favorites are and first impression were of the teams huh? Well, here are your answers.

Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff were a given to being liked by her, due to her parents being friends with them. I mean come on, they are basically Captain America, The Black Widow and the rest of Cap’s Quarter.

Moving down the list Thor was always a silly man to her, hearing stories how he speaks in old English and is very noble when it comes to the things that he does. According to the stories from Sam, he was a rather loud fella with a good heart.

Clint Barton, she took a liking too finding his simple ways of life and honest charm to be a nice thing to see. Plus Clint has a similar murder stare to Bucky, so it was funny to see their resting faces when they’re in the same room together.

The man, the myth, the legend himself (or that’s at least what people like to say) Tony Stark was always one of a kind. She was very nervous to meet all of The Avengers, one of them being Stark having seen how the persona he displayed on TV screens and the stories. But in reality, Tony was just a genius goof with snarky humor, so it lighten up her mood.

It was like Bruce Banner sensed her nervousness from a mile away since she appeared in The Tower. He noticed the child behind Sam Wilson holding her jacket, leaned down to her level to kindly introduce himself to the girl and watching parents reactions. Soon enough, with Bucky leaning against the wall with a nod of encouragement, Daph started talking to Bruce with such softness and gentleness.

As for the rest of them, she met them some time later. The Young Avengers. She met the Stark siblings, Rei wasn’t in the lightest mood having no like the idea of meeting Barnes or Wilson’s kids but Olivia gave her a warm welcome and waved at her before rushing off to meet her friends at the mall.

Natasha Romanoff’s daughter Rochelle was kind enough to show her and her siblings around, chatting with them knowing it felt to be the new kids. Daph liked her reddish hair and kind smile.

Liane was something else, having been on a rambling mess when she met Daph and trying to figure out what to do with her plans. Laurie laughed as her sister snicker at the blonde, meanwhile Benji just rolled his eyes confused wanting to get away from there.

Meira was and will always be a delight to meet, since Daphnia met her that same week in The Tower’s kitchen and taste testing her new batch of cookies. They were delicious.

Speaking of food, when Daphnia met Rick she got the same warmth and kindness she remembered from being Bruce. But this time it involved snacks and jokes around his week at The Tower, she was all ears listening to him as they entered the kitchen to find some chicken nuggets.

Cole and Luna, it was more magic and fun spells when she came to see them. The two were casting some spills, when she got caught in one of them being turned into a little mouse by accident. Cole laughed as Luna worried, but they turned her back to normal soon enough.

Ethan was the 3rd sibling she met, and she thanked all the Stars and Stripes that it was a simple meeting. He was watching a movie, being Monsters Inc. when she met him the guy joining The Young Avengers for a movie night.

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So, I’m now seeing takes that the Princesses in Neverafter actually have a good point, and after we just went through this with Asmodeus in Calamity and Ludinus in Critical Role, I gotta say…

There’s a difference between being sympathetic and ethical.

Asmodeus was sympathetic. He was also a murderous, manipulative, hate-filled liar who wanted to destroy every mortal in Exandria.

Ludinus is sympathetic. He brings up reasonable questions about the worthiness of the gods. But he has also been the benefactor of the suffering of others, of children under the protection of the Assembly under his protection, for years. He stole items of extreme cultural importance to the Kryn, propagated misinformation about them, and was the catalyst of war with them. He is the ultimate force behind almost every murder and act of violence in Campaign 3. He is not right.

The Princesses are sympathetic, but their goal is to destroy everyone and everything. The same as Null in The Unsleeping City, Volume 2, in fact, yet I didn’t see much sympathy for Null, or for Tony Simos for that matter.

And I wonder if people fall into siding with these villains because of the Marvel villain paradox.

Because Marvel saw people’s response to Killmonger in Black Panther and decided to make every villain sympathetic. But a key to Killmonger's appeal was that he was cleverly written, sympathetic while still being incredibly violent, carrying the violent teachings of the CIA and applying them to the entire world. And T’Challa’s response to Killmonger was not to reinforce the status quo at the movie’s end, but to tell those that came before that they were wrong and take steps to make real change.

This is contrasted by the Marvel villains who come after, who are sympathetic, care-giving to their communities, revolutionary, but whoopsy, they do some murders (often completely out of character) so the hero stops them and says something about change while restoring the status quo.

Which is frustrating and lazy writing and not what’s going on in these actual play shows.

Ludinus has been rotten from the start. We know the kind of person he is from his previous actions. And we know that, like most power-hungry people, he’s a huge hypocrite. Because the change he wants to see, where the gods can’t directly influence people at their whims? We’re already there. The gods are behind the Divine Gate. The Calamity is over. They cannot strike cities from the sky any longer. His brighter tomorrow is a lie, and his true goals are known only to him. (Also even if his goal was as he said, it’s a nuclear option, and things like that always affect the powerless and oppressed more than they ever affect the most powerful.)

The Princesses are also hypocrites. They lament their lack of agency, but they steal that agency from others. They always intended to kill the Snow Queen. They lied about their motives to the Baba Yaga, to their allies, until they had Rosamund alone. They stole the Book from Tim before the party did anything to disrupt or harm them. And if you don’t think that choosing non-existence for every being in the multiverse isn’t a breach of agency, I don’t know what to say to you.

And, unlike the Marvel heroes, Destiny’s Children specifically do not want to maintain the status quo. They’ve looked at the Fairies and the Princesses, and chosen not to side with either. It’s not as simple as one faction being right, though I know that would be comforting.

Anyway, I’m excited for what’s to come in both stories. I’m eager to see Ludinus’ real motives, and to see the third path that Destiny’s Children make for themselves.

#meta #critical role #dimension 20 #dimension 20 neverafter #neverafter spoilers #neverafter #in the words of another little red #nice is different than good

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ginger-snap-talkin-nonsense · 9 months

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Iron Man 3 as best Phase 2 movie? Ooh, that's an intriguing take. I remember everybody hating it when it came out for the Mandarin twist (which is moot now thanks to Shang-Chi and that one short film) and Tony telling a terrorist his address on live TV with no plan after that. I can still remember Honest Trailers ripping into it. But admittedly I haven't seen it since 2013, so is it actually a great movie and I just didn't realise?

I can’t believe people have a problem with Iron Man 3. It’s some of the best Marvel has to offer period.

“Tony doxxing himself on live tv with no plan was really dumb” yeah no shit! It’s hard to remember this in a post “everyone acts like cinemasins” world but not every characters actions are logically justifiable. You know who else tells Tony that was the dumbest shit they’ve ever seen? Literally everyone around him!

The crux of the movie is that Tony is being dangerously self destructive because he has severe PTSD from the EVERYTHING he’s been through and also feels as though the entire world rests squarely on his shoulders. Tony believes he owes the world his life as penance for being blind to the horrors Stark Industries contributed to the world while he went off and partied. The whole movie is a character piece about Tony realizing that he is metaphorically and literally letting Iron Man kill him, and that it’s not fair to the people who love him to keep doing that.

It’s also just extremely solid as a movie. The villain is fun and his plan is diabolical, the mandarin twist was fucking cool and literally circumvented the movie having mega racist undertones and instead made a point about using the War on Terror and the racism of the American people for militaristic and political gain (which is something Iron Man loves to do), and there’s some great scenes and characters!

The team of Iron Man suits all showing up to help save the president at the end? Peak cinema. Happy watching Downton Abbey in the hospital because Tony remembers it’s his favorite show while he visits him in his coma and so he asks for it to be turned on? I may cry. Pepper finally getting to have cool scenes that don’t amount to bickering with Tony because we remembered she’s a person? About damn time!

Dude I am still so fuckin bummed that Harley never showed up past being at Tony’s funeral-he’s such a reflection of Tony and also a plucky young science boy who throws snowballs at walking bombs to save people like holy shit that’s Spider-Man before Spider-Man was out get that little shitster a mini series where he and Tom Holland fight crime together.

I love Tony Stark, I think he’s the most nuanced character in The Avengers lineup and Iron Man 3 is the perfect culmination of everything Tony is, was, and will be. Having a problem with it because “Tony makes bad choices” is to have a problem with most of the movies starring Tony, which is hilarious considering Tony is the most popular character in The Avengers lineup pre Civil War and it’s not even close.

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Loving and protective Black Widow x male s/o

S/o is Natasha’s husband, whom she met several years ago when he joined the Avengers.

After introducing himself to his new teammates, s/o quickly caught the attention of Black Widow, who was instantly charmed by his kind smile and upbeat personality.

As time went on since s/o first joined the team, Natasha began falling in love with him, eventually gathering the nerve to ask him out after some encouragement from the others.

“Hey s/o…I l-like you. Would you want to…m-maybe…go out with me?”

Much to her surprise and glee, s/o accepted with a happy smile plastered on his face.

“Of course Nat, I’d love to go out with you! I’ve actually wanted to ask you out myself for a while now.”

And with that, Natasha and s/o began dating.

Natasha is very lovey dovey with her boyfriend, much to the shock and surprise of her teammates.

Physical contact and general displays of affection is constant, oftentimes to the chagrin of the other Avengers.

“Jeez, why don’t you two lovebirds just go get a room already?.”

Tony says in annoyance at the sight of s/o and Natasha cuddling on the couch with her arm wrapped around her boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Oh shut it Tony. He’s my boyfriend and we can do whatever we want!”

Natasha says with a glare, making Tony walk away feeling a little intimidated.

As loving as she is of s/o, Natasha is also very protective of him and their relationship.

If anyone were to make any remarks about s/o or his and Natasha’s relationship, she will go up to them and force them to apologize through means of intimidation.

Should s/o ever get hurt, his girlfriend will rush to his side as fast as humanly possible and care for him as a mother would her child.

“Calm down Nat. It’s just a bullet wound, it’ll get better.”

S/o says with a pained voice as Natasha disinfects his wound.

“You got shot! How can you be so nonchalant about this babe?! I swear when I find whoever shot you, I’m gonna-”

She’s cut off by s/o, who quickly quiets her by gently kissing her on the cheek.

“Babe, I know how protective of me you can get, especially whenever I get hurt, but I’m ok. Please try to calm down Nat, I hate seeing that beautiful face of yours so angry.”

He says with a sweet little smile that makes Natasha’s heart melt.

“A-alright s/o, a-anything for you.”

She says while incredibly flustered by her boyfriend’s words.

“I love you Natasha, and I love how protective you are of me.”

S/o says as his girlfriend finishes taking care of his wounds.

Natasha looks at her boyfriend with wide eyes before pulling him into a passionate kiss.

When they separate for air, she stares lovingly into s/o’s eyes with a smile.

“I love you too s/o.”

Eventually, after over a year of dating, s/o decided it was time to pop the question to Natasha after spending a romantic evening together.

“Natasha, I love you more than anyone or anything in the whole universe. Being with you has made me the happiest guy alive, and I’d love nothing more than to be with you forever.”

He gets down on one knee and pulls out the ring.

“Natasha Romanoff, will you marry me?”

Without a single shred of hesitation, Natasha smiled widely and accepted s/o’s proposal with happy tears in her eyes.

Now if Natasha was protective of s/o when they were dating, she is really protective of him now that they’re married.

It is mandatory that she goes with s/o whenever he has a mission, and nobody can tell her otherwise.

God help any villain or criminal who hurts her husband in any way, as although she may not have superpowers, Natasha can still kick some serious ass.

After every mission, cuddle sessions are a must, which can sometimes leads to more…intimate moments between Natasha and s/o.

One time, the other Avengers saw s/o exit his and Natasha’s shared room with messy hair and a huge hickey on his neck.

S/o turned to see his teammates all staring at him weirdly.

“What?”

He asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Looks like somebody got some action last night. That’s a nice love bite you’ve got there s/o.”

Clint says with a laugh and a smirk.

Realization hits as s/o blushes from embarrassment.

The others laugh and snicker as well, but are soon silenced by a glare coming from Natasha, who is suddenly standing behind her husband.

S/o smiles and turns around, pulling his wife into a hug.

“Good morning Nat.”

She returns his smile and hugs him back.

“Good morning to you too s/o, I love you.”

S/o smiles and gives his wife her morning kiss.

“I love you too Nat.”

Even though Natasha can be extremely protective of her husband, s/o enjoys it and loves her just as much as she does him.

#marvel #marvel comics #black widow #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #the avengers #avengers x reader #marvel black widow #marvel x reader #male reader #black widow x male reader #natasha romanoff x male reader #marvel x male reader

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lady-fey · 1 year

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Every Character Follows a Set of Rules

Writing consistent characters can be a challenge. One of the best tips that I have for overcoming that challenge is to accept the fact that every character is going to follow a set of rules. They may not necessarily be logical rules, but they’re there. The trick to being a good writer is establishing those rules and then following them OR putting in a ton of work to justify breaking them.

Let’s look at some examples from popular media starting with a simple character: Samwise Gamgee from Lord of the Rings.

Sam arguably has a single rule that guides him and that rule is this: Sam is loyal to Frodo above all others and will put his own life at risk to protect Frodo and assist him in the completion of his mission.

This is the thing that guides Sam’s every action in LotR. If you’re writing a scene where Sam has to make a choice, just ask “what’s the best thing for Frodo” and that’s what you have Sam do. He’s basic, but notably still well loved, which is why I picked him. Complexity does not a good character make, but good characters can be complex, which brings us to example two: Tony Stark from the MCU.

Tony is a complex, messed up character, but you can still sum him up with a handful of rules:

Tony is a suspicious person who assumes that everyone wants something from him. It takes a lot for a person to earn his trust, but once they have it, he’s incredibly loyal to them.

Tony shows that he cares through material things like weapons upgrades and extravagant gifts. He will not show physical affection easily and often downplays just how much effort he’s put into something to avoid being hurt if the giftee don’t like what he’s made.

Tony’s greatest asset is his mind. He is always coming up with plans. and he will always take the path that he feels is best, even if that means great personal sacrifice

Tony is naturally curious and loves learning and inventing. He can’t help but want to solve any puzzle you give him, often sacrificing his health to do it.

Tony hates to show weakness, hiding his hurt behind a snarky attitude or self-destructive behavior. He’s never going to tell people that something is wrong unless he absolutely has to. You usually have to force it out of him.

Tony values those he loves and humanity/large populations more than he values himself. He doesn’t want die, but he will take that risk if that’s the best option.

This is how you write Tony Stark. Follow these rules, add in some sarcastic quips, and you’re mostly golden. However, there are a few scenes throughout the series where Tony breaks rule six and does something to put himself above a person who earned his loyalty. The big example is in Captain America: Civil War, which ends with Tony doing something that’s pretty out of character. However, that scene still works because the entire movie is centered around putting Tony in a position where he’s pushed to his limit. The writers actually talk about this openly, saying that they knew that they’d need to put Tony under a ton of stress for the ending to work because, under normal circumstances, Tony wouldn’t do that.

This is how good writers think. They don’t say “A needs to happen no matter what character Y would do” they ask “okay, would character Y normally do A?” and, if the answer is no, then they figure out what they need to do to make that choice believable. You can get a character to do almost anything if you play your cards right. For example, you can have a sweet kind character who would never hurt a fly do something as extreme as murder if you put someone they love in danger.

If you feel like you struggle with keeping characters consistent, start thinking about them from this rules perspective. A good exercise is to pick a character that you love and see if you can figure out their rules. To do this, focus on how they act under normal conditions and then think about what the author does if/when the character does something that breaks their rules. What stressors did they have to put them under?

I don’t actively write down my characters rules most of the time, but this is how I think of them and how I’m able to write people who are very different from me. It’s also worth noting that you can list out as many rules as you need to help yourself stay consistent. They don't have to be these big idea rules that I've focused on here. They can be more simple stuff like "Amy will always stop to pet a dog." Once you have your rules, just make sure you always follow them or that you always justify breaking them. Do that you shouldn’t have any problem writing someone who’s believable.

#character development #writing advice

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SteveTony Weekly - July 30

Hi friends!! So someone (hi @till-i-get-back-punk ) commented on last week’s bonus rec list, surprised that I’m @areiton so--as a reminder, your friendly neighborhood rec curator is indeed arei! I started the STW because I love reading and was running out of fic recs and occasionally that’s still true---so always feel free to send me new things to read via asks. I don’t do requested rec lists often, mostly because I’m crazy busy, but I’ve been thinking of a series of mini-lists for the holiday season--more on that later.

Now on to this week’s list--as always, remember to share the love--comment/kudo if you’re enjoying the fic!

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poor flesh and fluttering hearts by deathsweetqueen

Steve blushes so adorably when Tony walks into the kitchen, staring down at the plate of pancakes that he made for himself and the rest of the team.

His brown wings, the colour of burnt umber, shake out before folding around his broad form.

For a moment, Tony is confused and then, he looks down at himself, noticing the way he strode into the kitchen in just a pair of silk boxers, arc reactor and shiny red scars on vivid display.

He shifts uneasily on his feet and immediately hates himself for the action.

Why should he feel so awkward, so self-conscious just because perfect fucking Captain America finds him an absolute mess of a person?

The Way of Things by Sineala

The Avengers have been around a long time, and they have a lot of traditions. But when Steve finds out that the team has a tradition he's never been informed of, he learns that there's something Tony hasn't been telling him, either.

Fixer-Upper by imafriendlydalek

Tony leads the way up the steps to the house, and as the door swings open with a long creaking sound - note to self: oil door hinges - Steve’s eyes widen. He steps inside, turns slowly on his own axis as he looks around.

“Tony, this place, it’s…” There’s a sense of wonder in his voice. Tony smiles inwardly. It is just the kind of thing Steve would like. Steve, who has a keen appreciation for fine aesthetics, who has a healthy - okay, sometimes more than healthy - sense of history and an acute desire to preserve things he deems worthy.

“This place is a dump.”

Well, so much for that, then. Tony shifts his weight to one leg as he takes an appraising look. “It’s a bit of a fixer-upper, yeah, I’ll give you that, but it’s not past saving. Just needs some TLC.”

Steve uncrosses his arms and shoves his hands in the pockets of his pants. “Well listen, you ever want an extra set of hands with some of the work, just give me a call.”

Big Boy Toys by extantecstasy

Steve finally gets fed up with Tony’s juvenile pranks. When Tony models for a sex toy, Steve seizes the opportunity. Or, it seizes him.

Glitch by iam93percentstardust

And I'm not even sorry, nights are so starry

Blood moonlit

It must be counterfeit

I think there's been a glitch, oh, yeah

“Ms. Potts, my name is Steve Rogers, and I’m Justin Hammer’s roommate," Steve says.

“Oh, what does that asshole want now?” she asks.

“I don’t think he wants anything—except to make a quick buck and ruin Mr. Stark’s reputation.”

Trust Fall by Sineala

Tony needs someone who cares about him, bandages, a jacket, ibuprofen, dinner, a lasting romantic relationship, a nice time in bed, and assistance committing federal crimes. He gets them. In that order.

Tony Stark vs. the Heteronormative Agenda by sweatervest

Nat leans her hip against the table and folds her arms. “Short of making out in public, I don’t think anyone will make the jump to ‘they’re dating.’”

Steve glances at her and then over at Tony.

Nat follows Steve’s gaze. “You did make out in public.”

“Steve never got his Time’s Square victory kiss,” Tony protests.

Or, five times the general public was determined to believe Steve Rogers and Tony Stark were just close friends, and the time Tony made sure they knew otherwise.

through thick and thin by earliebirb

“We should break up,” Tony declares, gazing out of the floor-to-ceiling window of their bedroom. The colorful twinkle of lights of the New York City nightlife is truly a mesmerizing view.

“Why?”

“I don’t love you anymore.”

Steve scoffs, utterly unfazed.

What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve? by ceealaina

Steve’s going to ask Tony out for New Year’s Eve. Really. He absolutely means it this time. He just... has to work up the nerve.

The Emperor's New Clothes by Captain_Panda

No, Tony wasn't "flirting with him."

Tony was trying to drive him crazy. Steve Rogers would not stand for it.

Honey, I Can See The Stars by twentysomething

"The most he'd ever cared about anything remotely related was his uniform, which, beyond the stylistic, was pretty necessary. But now his suit comes from a lab far more advanced than the basement of a Brooklyn antique shop, and the only decision he really gets to make is if his pants are too tight. (They were, but he doesn't really think they changed them. He doesn't know why, but he thinks that might have been on purpose.) That being said, he doesn't know what he's done to deserve the double take Tony gives him as he walks in the room."

The Most Amazing Things (Some Terrible Lie) by copperbadge

Tony's decision not to reveal his identity as Iron Man to the world was shrewd and calculated. Too bad it's about to backfire on him like a Jericho missile.

It Started with Two Men by Missy_dee811 for tarialdarion

Steve remembers and confronts Tony but there's more to Tony's confession than Steve had ever thought possible:

“Tony, I –”

Tony cut him off with the wave of a hand. “Why can’t you understand that everything I do, I do for you?” He was sobbing now into his hands, covered in blood. It was jarring to see Tony like this. Steve didn’t know how to respond. This didn’t go as planned, he thought to himself. He hadn’t expected a heartfelt confession. In truth, he had expected more lies, more deceit. He felt like the world’s greatest asshole for using his best friend as a punching bag.

Make It Clap by shetlandowl

Steve is a sophomore at BU and Tony is finishing his graduate degree at MIT when they begin their relationship. This story is told as 31 snapshots from their first two years together. The story is told in sequential order, though not always in sequence (i.e., some chapters capture events only hours apart, while some chapters are from events weeks or months apart).

Ice Ice Baby (The Hockey Fic) by youcancallmearrow

Tony Stark is a star center, sidelined by a slip in sobriety. Steve Rogers is a goalie, suspended for a punch thrown off the ice.

When the two meet, they're trying to get their lives back on track, both off and on the ice. It turns out, the saying is true: A burden shared is a burdened halved. At least until Howard Stark gets involved.

(A get together fic full of fluff, supportive friends, dad Rhodey, and hockey! But if you know nothing about hockey, you'll be fine, because neither does the author.)

Tonight we're gonna make it all come true by gottalovev

Steve Rogers is one of the best players in college football and is ready to prove it. The road towards becoming a professional football player? Is totally crazy. Falling in love with Tony Stark, the young quarterback from Stanford, may be even more life changing.

i don't have a choice (but i'd still choose you). by frostfall

There’s a name inked onto his chest, a name written in an all-too familiar scrawl. And it’s— It’s—

Steve doesn’t realize his body is quaking until he’s tracing the tattoo with a shaky finger.

Because of course that is the name etched into the skin. Like a brand, a reminder for everything he has done. An appropriate retribution.

Anthony Edward Stark.

(When Thanos snaps half of the universe away, he unknowingly leaves the other half with soulmarks.)

#stevetony weekly #stevetony fic #stevetony fic recs #rec list #fic recs #fic rec list #stevetony #stony fic #stony fic recs #stony #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america

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Masterlist , Version 2

Jesus Christ of all the people you could have fallen for you thought it was a good idea to fall for your best friend? Wanda Maximoff is literally the sweetest and most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. Anytime the two of you hang out there’s this tension that you swear is there, she sits close to you, at parties she doesn’t leave your side, when a girl hits on you she is the first to intervene and rescue you. It’s like she knows you hate being without her. The last two months though the entire team doesn’t seem to have caught the memo that she wasn’t interested in dating. She’s had to reject 10 guys so far that everyone brings to dinners or parties. At this point, it was starting to annoy you because there wasn’t an event that you could enjoy without some creep hitting on her. A few times she had you pretend to be her boyfriend to scare them off. Those were times when you felt like there might be a chance between the two of you. Like there was a world where you were one of the guys that got set up with her. The chance to show her what she deserves from a guy. The only problem with that is the whole team completely forgets about you when they make those decisions, and you don’t want to ruin any of the great parts of your friendship.

You were sitting with Wanda on the couch in the common room watching an old black and white movie you had been begging her to watch with you. One Two Three was the name of it and as soon as you said it was your favourite movie she couldn’t have agreed faster. She sat next to you as she always did but it felt different. It was most likely just you because she seemed as comfortable as ever. You looked down and saw her eyes light up from the action happening on the screen in front of you. The sight made this movie even better, the joy it brought her seemed to solidify its spot in your heart. You smiled as she laughed and commented on the ridiculousness of the film. When the “itsy bitsy polka dot bikini” song began to play you enthusiastically jumped up and began to dance. This made her laugh even harder, you knew the words by heart and would hum it on almost every mission. Now she knew exactly where you got it from. Her clapping that followed the beat was only encouraging you to dance more and soon you lifted her up to dance along. She was having trouble keeping up as she continued to laugh. You loved this more than the movie itself. Once the song ended you plopped back down onto the couch in a fit of laughter, she landed almost directly on top of you which only strengthened the fit of laughs and giggles coming from the two of you. This was a moment you wouldn’t trade for the world. Having your best friend by your side as you watch your favourite movie, laughing and dancing was one of the things you wouldn’t sacrifice. Even if there was a slight chance she felt the same you couldn’t risk losing this. You’ve never felt like this for someone and you would take whatever you could get from her.

The fridge door opening caught your attention and your laughter ceased, you became more serious and Wanda rolled her eyes at this. She jabbed you in the side before turning around to face the person. “Tony?” she taken aback by his appearance at the compound since he no longer lived there “Isn’t it alittle late for you to be here?” This caught your attention and you finally realized the time. It was well past 11pm and you rarely ever stayed up this late. Deciding to chime in you smirked at him “You get kicked out by Pepper again?” he mocked laughter before he murmured a small “yes” which made you crack a real smile. Wanda however paused the movie and motioned for him to join the two of you. You flashed her panicked eyes and she glared at you which immediately made you shrink.

“What’s the story here? All I see is communism and Coca-Cola” you rolled your eyes and sighed before resounding “That's what makes it funny… and the rushing to convert the communist to Coca-Cola” you chuckled at the last part. Wanda however apparently didn’t see the movie as either of the two.

“There a love that no one seems to think will work but in the end they do, and theres also a lesson about acceptance,” she looks back to you “and learning to take risks.” that last part felt very directed at you. You shyly nodded your head and went to continue the movie but Tony again interupted. “So Witchy, you rejected the guy Natasha brought to dinner. I have someone who you’ll love, he’s sweet, smart, good looking, loves old movies and shows, has a good job, And! He happens to be a good friend” your heart started to jump at each word he spoke. Theres no way that Tony was the one to finally give you a chance, he had been trying to set her up with every shield agent in the compound. Maybe he saw the way you were together tonight. He saw the way you looked at her and he saw something you were missing in how she felt for you. “Tony, I’m not interested in anyone you guys set me up with. I’m fine with just my friends” she pats your thigh which sends a shiver along you and your entire body stiffens like a peice of ply wood only for a second.

“Maybe hear him out, the guy sounds okay…” you hoped you were making the right decision, praying to whatever being was there that this tin can wouldn’t screw you over. Attempting to ease her nerves you held her hand in yours “Look, if it doesn’t go well I’ll be ready with a bat or some Sokovian snacks.” she seemed to relax at your touch and looked back to Tony “fine, but only once.” he jumps up victoriously. You have a sneaking suspicion that you just got fucked over by the giant dancing baby infront of you. Internally cursing yourself you unpaused the movie and settled back into the couch, Wanda settled into your side and you felt like maybe just maybe you’d be the one she ends up with.

—

As the music rages on at yet another stark party you find yourself alone for the first time that night. Wanda hadn’t been answering your messages all night and you had begun to get concerned. You looked around to attempt to see her auburn red hair anywhere in the crowd of people. You would have thought she stood out like the sun on a cloudy day. She had never left you alone at any avengers function, no matter who had been vying for her attention she never left your side. Tonight though seemed to be different. Tony had approached you earlier in the night with a man directly behind him who you noticed was dressed almost exactly like you, even his hair was styled similarly to yours. Questioning him about it led to nowhere -as always.

As you attempted to find the red witch in the crowd you were pulled towards the bar by a small pair of hands that you had assumed belonged to her, but when you faced the woman you found a random pair of chestnut brown eyes that greeted you with over-blown pupils. This was not at all someone you recognized. “Uh… hi?” you attempted to be polite as you were stuck between the bar and this woman. “Can I help you?” She laughed and her breath alerted you to her inebriated state even more.

“I saw you from across the room… you’re very very handsome” she slightly slurred her last few words and you gently attempted to keep her stable as she swayed for a moment. This caused a coy smile to appear on her face. “So strong” you gave her an obviously uncomfortable smile and attempted to guide her to a seat but she forced you down onto it and took the spot in your lap. Now you were getting very uncomfortable. You’ve had these things happen but by now you’d already have been rescued by Wanda and laughing about the situation together, though you were alone now, forced to figure your way out by yourself.

When she reached for another drink you stopped her and in a panic, you drank the whole glass and she cheered you on. You looked at the bartender of the night and asked for two vodka redbulls, you felt like you would have to be an awake drunk tonight. She saw the look on your face and quickly produced two glasses full. As you chugged the glasses you looked around the room once again hoping to find Wanda on her path towards you to rescue you from this absolute stranger. Instead, you were greeted by her smile and laugh as she sat on a couch with a random man. You felt jealousy fill you and your heart began to sink. Your distraught appearance was caught by her eyes and she looked between you and the woman on your lap once you saw this you looked away from her and back to the woman. Plastering on a smile and placing a hand on her thigh -an act that made your skin crawl and felt so unlike you. As you sat there attempting to not give Wanda any of your attention and keep focused on the person in your lap there was a tap on your shoulder and the sound of someone's throat being cleared, turning around you found Sam with pursed lips and eyes that communicated to you his exact reasoning for being there.

“Y/N!” he said through a gritted smile “Maria was looking for you. Now.” you didn’t need any more from the man and began to excuse yourself from the woman who whined as you left her. Sam gave you a smile as you kept walking along with him and patted your shoulder. You reached the only quiet part of the room and you were greeted by Maria sitting in a corner tending to a scotch. As you joined her Sam sat on the armrest of the loveseat and questioned you on what he had to save you from. “A pretty girl was on your lap and you looked like you were being mauled by a bear, what's up with that?” his brows connected with the expression he made and you wanted to laugh but you were still recovering from the uncomfortable situation.

“I don’t do that, I like to take things slow…” you saw Maria nod her head at your words but Sam didn’t seem like he was buying what you were selling “and she wasn’t the person I would let -do that” That on the other hand had him convinced, he looked around the room and you shook your head, “oh no you don’t nope! No, you’re not gonna guess”

“Ah! How’d you know I was doing that?” he grinned at you and it changed your mood, how could anyone not be in a good mood when Sam is there? He was the second person you had met when you joined the team and he was also the second closest person to you. So far to your knowledge, he didn’t know about your feelings for Wanda and you wanted to keep it that way. He was notorious for trying to play matchmaker, he once tried to set up Maria and Steve… that was an interesting month.

“You can’t seem to butt out of my romances… which don’t exist might I add” that last bit made Maria laugh slightly and Sam gained an offended look on his face. Shaking his head and grabbing an empty bottle that sat on a nearby table he set it down.

“You won’t tell me, fine we’ll figure it out the old fashion way” You looked at him cautiously as he spun the bottle and waited for it to land on one of the three of you. It was just your luck that it stopped dead in front of you. Fuck. there was no way he would let this go if you told him, and he would most certainly keep this up until you did. He exchanged looks with Maria and she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. His expression changed and you saw the mischievous grin he had plastered on his face. “Truth or Dare.” He spoke not as a question but a statement, you knew you had to answer in some way.

You took a quick glance at Maria who had a knowing look on her face, did she know? How would she? You groaned and looked at the ceiling as you contemplated your choice. “Dare… Was going to happen anyway” Sam cackled for a moment as he stood up and looked around the room and set his eyes on something you couldn’t see. “Alright big man, I want you to go and make a move on the girl you so desperately-”. You interjected “Desperate? Who-”. “-want so badly… if it doesn’t work out let us know, we’ll forget this whole thing”.

You didn’t believe him on the last bit but you could easily pretend or come up with a lie to say you tried. After all, how would they know? This way you didn’t have to tell them it was Wanda. Nodding your head you stood up and shook hands with the cheeky man. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a pain in the ass?” he made a faux look of hurt and clutched his chest “You kiss your mystery girl with that mouth” you rolled your eyes and walked away from the two who gave you a few small cheers as you made your way across the room. Within almost a few seconds you were met with the red auburn hair that plagued your mind. You felt the warmth radiate off her as you waited for her to turn around even a milimeter. When she did you found her dancing with a man that seemed slightly familiar- for fucks sake Tony! It was the man he had been trying to set Wanda up with, you remembered him from the earlier encounter at the bar. You felt a swarm of jealousy cover you like a bee hive over a keeper. You wanted to rip him away from her but she quickly saw you and stopped dead in her tracks, her face filled with embarrassment that quickly changed to guilt as she looked in your eyes. You felt the sour look on your face sear into her mind and you began to walk away. The door to the hallway was farther than you remembered at the beginning of the night, the people around you seemed to make a clear path in your mind. Suddenly you were stopped by Tony who had a concerned look, you attempted to walk past him and muttered small insults at the man but he ignored them. “Wanda doesn’t look to good… take her back to her room? She asked for you” he had to slightly yell the second half of his request as the music pounded into your skull. As much as you wanted to be upset with the girl she had no idea of your feelings, she wasn’t to blame here, infact no one was… except you. Nodding he guided you towards her as she sat on the edge of the couch and seemed to perk up as she saw Tony with you. Placing a hand on her forehead you felt her temperature was higher than it should be and you gently guided her to stand up. She moved like a wet spaghetti noodle with how flimsy she was. “Hey, red…” she nuzzled close to you and you sighed as you picked her up in your arms. Her breath hit the raw skin of your neck and almost made you stumble as you walked. Steadying yourself with the idea that she was too intoxicated to control her actions you made your way into the hallway. One of your hands made small circles on her back as you carried her along, attempting to soothe her in her current state. As you passed your room she seemed to whine as you continued.

“No… I want Y/N’s bed” she spoke softly into your ear and that made your heart almost burst -even if it was slurred. You stopped and looked down at her and the sight made your willpower crumble like an ancient statue. “I want Y/N.” a small smile hit your lips and you turned around back in the direction of your room. “I’m here, don’t worry koldovskoy I’m not going anywhere”.

—

As you set her down on your bed you felt her temperature once again but she began to squirm. She wiggled her way into an upright position and you asked her what was wrong. She simply said “Clothes” and began to reach for her zipper on her back. She struggled and you stifled a laugh as you reached to help. She swatted you away and for a moment you feared you had crossed a boundary, she usually allowed you to help her when the night became this blurry and she had said on multiple occasions she trusted you, instead she rubbed her eyes and spoke “only Y/N can do that…he’s gentle” this made you laugh at her words, no one else on the team would even use that word to describe you. You were known to cause damage to the compound, and rip clothes whenever you couldn’t make them fit, hell Tony had to reinforce your phone because you kept destroying them. She was the first person to call you gentle. When you looked back at her she gave you an offended look. “Don’t laugh at him!” you stopped and gave her a soft smile.

“Okay… what else do you think he is?” you weren’t going to lie, this made you curious but you also hoped she didn’t answer, whatever she would say to you wouldn’t be fully truthful. She isn’t in a conscious state of mind, you didn’t want to find out what she thought about you while she was also attempting to rip her dress off. She let out a huff and began talking, you stood up and rummaged through your clothes in the half-lit room. Grabbing her a nightshirt and a pair of pyjama pants as you listened. “He’s sweet, handsome, -and he is sooooo funny. Tony said I should ask him out,” you stopped moving altogether, what? “-oh! He also liked old movies, and he’s handsome” the repeating of her words didn’t help you regain any composure as she sunk into your pillows. You snapped back into reality and lightly nudged her the clothes you expected her to go into the bathroom or something to change but she somehow managed to unzip herself partially, you took in a sharp breath and went back to your clothes and didn’t turn around as you rushed to the bathroom to change yourself. You mouthed curses at yourself as you remained confused and perplexed at her words.

Leaving the bathroom in your captain america pyjamas you found a sight that wasn’t unfamiliar. Wanda laying in your bed cuddled up under the covers. You decided to take the floor on the bottom of the bed, you didn’t want her to wake up hungover in the same bed as you, -which wasn’t an uncommon thing but you felt like things between the two of you needed to change, especially if you were going to get over her. Right as you closed your eyes you heard her speak up once again “I can’t sleep” you looked over and saw her fling the covers off herself “It’s so cold…” just as quick as her words left her mouth she was asleep. Or so you thought.

—

As you were in your dream fighting off a field of bears with Viking armour you suddenly felt yourself lose your breath. You began to attempt to catch your breath and you ended up waking yourself up as you had attempted to breathe. Your eyes remained closed but you could feel a weight on your chest that was warm and seemed to completely surround you. Your nose filled with a familiar scent and you finally opened your eyes. Shit. That was the first thought you had as you opened your eyes. You found the woman who you finally realized was actually interested in you and was now resting her head on your chest. How the fuck did I end up in my bed?! I fell asleep on the floor. Her head moved and you froze in place not wanting to wake her up while you were in this position. Slowly as she moved her head off of your chest you carefully exited the bed like a snake and slithered onto the floor and ran into the bathroom to hide for a moment. Her voice softly called out for you only a second later.

“Y/N?...” her voice seemed different. It wasn’t the way she usually called out to you, it was soft. You quietly spoke from the bathroom “Give me a second, I’ll be right back” you splashed your face with handfuls of water and started gulping down as much from the faucet as you could. You could feel the hum of a hangover leaning over you. You didn’t drink more than a few glasses, how the hell do you feel like shit now? Opening the door and walking back to your bed your feet hit the cold empty glasses that seemed to litter your floor. Confusion etched onto your face and you continued to make a path silently to your bed. Laying down and encasing yourself with the blanket you were caught off guard for a second as you registered who was still in your bed. Holy shit. This is real, and you were in bed with Wanda. You felt her hands roam your torso.

Wait.

You didn’t have a shirt, or pants on. You remember going to bed in pyjamas.

The feeling of her pressed against you under the covers was soothing. And her voice almost sent you back into a deep sleep. “So warm” her words were stretched out, as if they were a cat waking up from a nap. She was just as warm as you. Your hand moved to her thigh that had was already draped over you. Running circles on her back and her thigh, your hand acted as though it already knew how she liked it.

You two layed there until 10am when there was a knock at your door. You grogily got out of bed once again and navigated the maze of bottles that littered your floor. Grabbing the first shirt you saw and slinging it on before answering the door. Opening it you came face to face with Sam. SHIT SAM!

He looked at you with a mischievous grin and attempted to enter the room but you kept the doorway blocked. He raised an eyebrow before he looked you up and down and pursed his lips as he held in a smile. “You uh… have fun last night?” you rolled your eyes and go out into the hallway with him. You close the door softly hoping not to wake Wanda who was still fast asleep in your bed. Whispering to Sam in an almost yelling manner “Sam… please tell me you had an after party in my room because I have no idea how I now have so many empty bottles… and a girl in my bed” The last part of the sentence dropped his jaw and he yelled out in excitement, you quickly covered his mouth shushed him as loud as you could while whispering “Shut the fuck up! She’s sleeping!!” he nodded and you dropped your hand from his mouth. “What are you doing here? I don’t have training today and we don’t have a meeting”

He looked at you with a smug expression. “I came to see if you were dead after all the booze you had me bring you…and your special friend -which by the way,” he pointed at you “you wouldn’t tell me who! Tried to ask you a few times and you laughed” You felt the memory break through your mind and rush to the surface.

—

You left the company of Wanda sitting on the floor with you and answered the door. Sam stood there slightly dishevelled, his pupils were blown and it was very obvious he was on his way to bed after his delivery. He handed you three multipacks of assorted drinks and some snacks, placing the multipacks inside you closed the door just enough to hide the full view of Wanda and thanked him. He attempted to lean over and get a glimpse at your mystery woman but you moved the door and smirked at him. He tried to question “Who’s the lucky lady?” you shook your head in defiance and winked at him before giggling like a giddy kid and shutting the door. You turned around and saw Wanda begin to laugh at the sight of you and take a swig of the malt you had been saving. “Guess I must be your lucky lady…” you stood there and looked at her. “I think I’m the lucky one right now” taking a drink out of the multipack you take a gulp of it and sit down next to her. “Now where did we leave off??...right!” you grab the remote and unpause the movie. You two weren’t actually paying attention to the movie instead you were progressively getting drunker and performing horrendous imitations of the characters on screen and mocking their decisions.

—

Oh fuck. Did you flirt with her? You’ve never flirted with Wanda before. Oh, this night was definitely weird. You turned back to Sam “Yeah… about that sorry man, I kinda can’t tell you… yeah, bye!” quickly turn around and dashed for your door, slamming it in front of him as he tries to catch you. You definitely woke her up now.

Standing in the entry way of your room and the light peaking through the curtains of your windows you get a good look at Wanda. She is laying deeply under the covers and you could have sworn she looked like the most beautiful person in the entire world. Taking a step forward warily incase she opens her eyes and is startled by you. She isn’t, she groans as she covers her head with the blanket. She speaks slightly muffled under the covers “get rid of the sun… and please tell me sam didn’t need me” You chuckle at her words and honestly you would make sure the sun never shined again if that is what she truly wanted. “No, he didn’t need you -he wanted to make sure I wasn’t dead after last night” she peaks out of the cover when she hears you closing the curtains even more. “Why? What happened?” you freeze in place and look at her, did she not remember? Or did she -much like you- have it all trapped under the surface in her mind?

Reaching down you grab the pair of pyjamas that you had given her last night off the floor, the slight flash of hands ripping them off her body came to the front of your mind. “Not much, I don’t remember that much” handing them to her your fingers touch slightly and theres a twist in your gut at the contact. “I-uh, I’m gonna…just go shower real quick,” you swallow hard as she sits up and you notice her full lack of clothes “do you wanna- would you want to go after me? -or do you want to go back to your room…” your words trail off and you thought for a moment that she had a look of confliction, not just on a simple decision but in the way she sees you. Her eyes had slipped down you for a second before slingshotting back up to your face and her expression changed. “Yeah…-I’ll go after you,” she gave you a smile and you nodded before turning around and stepping over the bottles once again. Cursing yourself for going so overboard the night before. As you discard the shirt that you now realize is one that Wanda had left in your room days before. Turning on the shower and waiting for it to heat up you look in the mirror and notice something. Multiple large red and purple marks on the base of your neck, shoulder, and collar bones. You looked like a bruised cow. Touching them and they don’t feel like bruises. Another part of the night comes to mind.

—

Eventually, you two reach the rom-com section of cheesy movies and the drunker you are the closer you two get. While Wanda mocks the lead actress of the movie you catch yourself staring at her lips, not even going up to see her eyes but rather zoned in on what she is saying and the smile she had. “Who even falls for the best friend in real life anymore?!” her words dragged you out of your frozen state. Her comment on the storyline had you nervously laughing “no one, it's all just in movies, those are who fall for their best friends”

You tried to add to her point “And books…only ever works out in books” Your eyes seem to have a mind of their own and they dart to her lips once again. She whispered something you couldn’t understand and started to slowly lean in. Your mind went blank you and you froze once again as she made contact with your lips. She pulled away quickly but your brain seemed to catch up and you slammed your lips back against hers. The taste of the alcohol on her lips added to the feeling of weightlessness. Your hand came up and cupped her face, while the other wrapped around her hip and pulled her close to you.

—

“Oh shit” you whispered out and your hands came up to your face. “I’m fucked” slipping off your boxers and slipping into the warm water you feel a sting as it runs down your back, a sharp yell leaves your throat as your body moves on autopilot to escape the water. “JeSUs FUcK!!” jumping out of the shower you stand away from the mirror, stretching yourself to get a good look at your back you see long red marks and a few open cuts along with them. Your eyes widen as you try to think back on the night. It hits you and you let your head go ‘thunk’ against the wall. Sighing deeply you enter the shower once again as the fuzzy memory comes to you.

—

You’re hoisting Wanda up onto the bed and her legs wrap around your waist as your kisses deepen into a hungry battle. The two of you attempt to bring the other closer. It slightly fades from your mind and then suddenly you are over a topless Wanda who suddenly flips you. Drunken giggles release from both of you and within seconds you are kissing with both your smiles pressed against the other. Your pyjama pants were already gone from view and so was your shirt. Or was it? Your mind starts to meld and soon you are faced with the image of Wanda against your neck and the memory of her body against yours. Breathing heavily you move in tandem with her hips.

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Finishing up the shower you dry off and pick up your clothes, entering into the rest of the room you notice Wanda had left and you feel a twist in your stomach, like something just feel from a thousand feet in the air on your heart and it fell through every other organ. The dryness in your throat came to and your mind swirled with worry as you began to think of why she left. You know you didn’t take too long in the shower -you actually finished it faster than usual-, maybe she started to find pieces of the night just as you were. That made the knot even worse. Quickly you got dressed and rushed out of your door. Blowing past Sam in the hallway, Bruce in his lab and as you round the corner into the kitchen you collide right with who you were searching for. Wanda. “Shit” The impact had knocked one of the drinks in her hand and spilled all over the both of you. Discarding your shit that was only half wet you attempted to use it to dry her off before slight giggling from Tony could be heard behind you as he walked past.

“Nice battle scars…” fuck me. Thats all you can say to yourself as you realize what he is referring to. “Who’d yo get them from” he takes a sip of his coffee with a coy look on his face.

“No one, I uh… must have fallen or something last night” You see Pietro approach you with a spare shirt that he had run to grab as soon as you tore off your own. Unbeknownst to you Wandas eyes were locked on the marks that decorated you and she began to connect the dots. Putting up a front she looked away and headed back into the kitchen. You tried to follow her as you slipped the new shirt on, but quickly Maria pulled you aside by your ear as you almost reached Wanda. She took you down the hallway and into supply closet. “What the fuck did you do last night?” you looked at her with the widest of eyes and the dullest of brains behind them.

“Nothing…” she hit your chest with a smack “Don’t lie to me,” her finger was pointing into your chest now “I can tell something happened between you two, now spill!” you swallow what is left of your pride, and take a deep breath. “I have some faint memories of it, -like a few non PG memories…” you scratch the back of your head as you try to wrack your mind “I’m pretty sure we slept together, but I don’t know if she remembers it or not”

Maria looks at you with exasperation “okay… are you blind?? Because the way she was walking out of your room I could see what happened” you felt yourself go red with embarrassment. “Do you think she’s upset with me?” She sighed and averted your gaze. “I don’t think so…but if you ignore this for too long she might think you are”

God dammit.

Standing there after Maria left the cramped space you thought for a second. You’ve had these feelings for Wanda held up inside forever, you’ve wanted to hold her and kiss her since the first day you met her. You finally got to but you barely remember it and you don’t even know if she remembered it too. Theres a fear that lingers in your mind that she regrets it, that the friendship you two built so delicately formed and that this had ruined it. You leave the closet and walk into the kitchen. Looking for Wanda you scan the room but you’re unable to find her. Leaving with a huff you head back to your room. Your head was pounding and you had a stash of advil in your nightstand.

As you open your door you hear the water running in your bathroom. The sound of someone in the shower scared you for a moment before you knocked on the door. The sound of the water stopping and footsteps you recognized approach the door sent a chill across you. She opened the door and within second you were face to face with Wanda covered in water droplets and draped in your towel. You felt a lump form in your throat as you looked over her. Your surprise was written on your face and she panicked for a moment, apologizing for using your shower and attempting to get past you. You put a hand out and stop her. Looking down at her you ask her the question that is tugging at you “do you remember last night?” she opens her mouth to speak but you cut her off as you know that look on her face all too well “-don’t lie, please… don’t lie” the two of you were close. Close enough that you could feel her breath on your skin, you could feel the beat of her heart as she stared up at you.

She looked at you, a mix of fear and nerves decorated her face. You had matched her nerves now. Her expression shifted “Do you?” you looked at her lips and back to her eyes. The distance between you felt like there was none. Your mouth felt dry, your palms were sweaty, and your hangover was arriving with a passion. “I-um, I remember alot” you avoided her eyes as you spoke to her. “-What about you?” you’re holding your breath as you wait for her answer. It feels like it takes ages.

“Me too…” your hand that had been blocking her went to her waist.

“Do you have any regrets?” her eyes flickered down to your lips and her breath hitched. She shook her head and you leaned down. You whispered against her lips “neither do I” and this time your kiss wasn’t rushed, it was slow and full of all the emotions and love you had held for her in your heart. Her hands weaved through your hair and you felt a sense of deja vu, you held her closer than you could last night. Yours bodies disconnected but not your lips. You felt her hands leave your hair and play with the hem of your shirt. They disappear under and within seconds she’s tugging it off you and over your head. You release a giggle as her cold hands run over your skin. You guide her farther into the bathroom by her hips and close the door with your free hand.

The two of you finally got what you wanted. To be in the arms of the one you love.

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sorry for the winchesters posting so late in the game but im finally seeing it with my good ol buddies and oh my god there are so many jack parallels it almost has to be on purpose. and like yeah Tony the half-Djinn who tries to be a good monster is the most obvious parallel but holy shit. MAC from episode 6 is soo.

like. you have a quaint little hunting circle, and there’s a guy with a bad background and a “dark soul” that you allowed into your circle fully knowing that he had a “dark soul,” and posed a risk because of it. but when you saw how that darkness and violence could be useful to you, you just let it go unchecked and worsen over time and you let his need for power become extreme enough that he turns to **dark magic for it and only when he became a threat to you, did you decide he just had to die because in the exclusively hypothetical scenario where he finally turned on you, you knew he’d win.

and the thing is, you already knew he was a threat from the get go. you knew about his darkness and why he did what he did. you knew he needed help, but you didn’t know how to help him, and frankly you didn’t even try to help him because he was more useful to you as a weapon, and only when you were at the same mercy you inflicted on others with him did you finally act. and you didn’t know how to help him and frankly you didn’t even try to. you had a friend stuck in a cycle of violence, and instead of helping him, you wielded him like some kind of weapon.

**and like, I know Jack didn’t turn to dark magic for the exact same reason Mac did—Mac was an abuse survivor who wanted to stop feeling powerless and became excessively power-hungry in the process, while Jack is an all-powerful being who hates feeling powerless and also explicitly feels that not using his power for others is selfish and wrong, which in turn drives him to become power-hungry specifically for the sake of others and doing things for them: resorting to potent and unstable necromancy just to bring Mary back for Sam and Dean; drawing on + destroying his soul just to kill Michael for everyone he’s ever cared about and because he personally hates Michael, using the fullest extent of his power to excruciatingly kill Nick and Duma’s targets for Sam and Dean, becoming a living God-destroying bomb just so he can make amends for his actions, etc.

and that’s his personal cycle of violence. that’s the cycle both he and his family explicitly weaponize for their benefit.

Mac’s cycle was seeking more and more power, becoming more and more violent as a result of his past abuse and helplessness, and instead of helping him with that initial trauma like TFW sort of did, Mary’s aunt (?) and her circle of hunters fully enabled him to seek out more power and be useful to them, and when he became what they let him become, they blew up a cave with him inside. buried him, similarly to how Jack was “buried” in the Ma’lak box after the state of soullessness and Michael-blinker that Sam and Dean were both responsible for and complicit in, made him an unstoppable threat. (although to their credit, TFW does make some effort to break it by repeatedly telling Jack that he doesn’t need to be strong or helpful to be valued/loved by them, and they do make efforts to help him, but they also don’t exactly stop him from seeking/gaining power depending on the long term goal and they really only help him after he’s already suffered the ‘inevitable fate’ of the monster they created in him).

ultimately the episode ends with Lata convincing Mac to destroy his cycle, to choose peace and move on from the past instead of dwelling on resentment and becoming as angry and violent as his abusers, and Mary’s relative (i rlly don’t remember her name I’m sorry) says that she has a lot of work to do if she’s going to make it right, even if she can’t undo what she did, which i feel is a very solid parallel to Dean [and Sam] working to make amends with Jack.

I know that Dean didn’t create this alternate universe and isn’t a controlling force like Chuck, but given that he’s the narrator and blatantly speaks from his experiences as The Monster Club goes through them, I can’t help but think that all of these parallels to Jack (between Tony and Mac and even a few things with John that I’ll post about later), are on purpose. …

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Ultimate Universe #1 (2023) and some Ultimate Invasion Thoughts (Spoilers!)

So, I just read the new Ultimate Universe One Shot by Jonathan Hickman. If you have not read it and you’re interested in reading it, then maybe don’t read this. I’m also going to talk about Ultimate Invasion for a bit so if you haven’t read that then definitely don’t read this. I also will only show images from Ultimate Invasion since this title just came out today and I feel like you should be able to buy it without the insides of it getting spoiled to you too much. I recommend reading both Ultimate Invasion and Ultimate Universe by the way.

I really like this Ultimate Universe One Shot. I like the idea that Tony Stark and Reed Richards are trying to use this time where the Maker is trapped (maybe dead) in his city of tomorrow to undo the damage he has done to this universe. For reference this is what he has done to Universe 6160 (The New Ultimate Universe) from issue #2 of Secret Invasion:

He basically recreated this Universe so that he can be the ruler of it, and he methodically erased, destroyed, and imprisoned the heroes of this universe. Leaving only the people he deemed to be useful to him and his idea of this new world. I thought this was a pretty interesting idea to have the Maker pretty much invade and infiltrate this universe to create a new Ultimate Universe; but also, I felt that as a reboot of the Ultimate Universe that this premise felt pretty messy.

With that being said, I do like the idea that this version of Tony and Reed are trying to fix these changes that the Maker has made to this world. In this issue, we see them taking a container with little trinkets of what the Maker has changed in this world. One of them being a cryogenically frozen spider. I’m assuming it’s the same one that was supposed to bite Peter Parker in the first issue of Secret Invasion. I’ll talk about Spider-Man more later, but I will say this: if Tony and Reed are undoing the Maker’s actions wouldn’t it be better for them to go back in time and undo those changes during the time, they happened rather than them getting these trinkets and these people and undoing the actions of the Maker in their present time?

In Ultimate Invasion #4 Tony and Reed actually go back in time to retrieve Captain America’s body from the glacier he’s trapped in, and they put him in their present time and they’re trying to unfreeze him now. Meaning that they’re the reason why the Maker couldn’t find Steve’s body in Ultimate Invasion #2 (see the last pages up top). Now my question is this: Is the reason why they can’t change what happened during the time they were changed because they might see the Maker? Like they can’t change the Maker’s universe alterations because it’ll screw up their timeline and the maker would know that they’re up to something? That’s why they can retrieve Steve because he was already supposed to be gone and taken by them. I kind of hate time travel stories because they tend to be really messy and hard to keep up with, so I really hope we get a better explanation of these events. If somebody wants to tell me what they think that’ll be great. Here’s the pages where they found Steve Rogers in Ultimate Invasion #4:

Anyways, I really like this new version of Ultimate Thor who seems to have been imprisoned and tortured by this universe’s Loki, who is now the King of Asgard because of the Maker’s alterations. There also seems to be something more going on with Lady Sif and Thor. I think they were married or have a more personal relationship rather than just being a prisoner and a guard. I’m looking forward to seeing more of them. I also want to know what Asgardians are capable of in this new universe.

Also, I’m still really invested in what will happen to Tony Stark in this Universe. The way it’s being presented, it seems that he will turn into this universe’s Kang because he literally calls himself Iron Lad instead of Iron Man. Although, if I remember correctly, the mythos of Iron Lad in the Main 616 universe involves him being an unsure way towards Kang, so maybe Jonathan Hickman is trying to say that this Tony Stark can become Kang but also, he may not turn into Kang. If he plays his cards correctly then maybe he can fully restore this universe to what it actually was supposed to be rather than what the Maker has made it to be. Although, all signs point to him being Kang because when Howard Stark took off Kang’s mask in Ultimate Invasion #4, he looks shocked and disappointed. I really hope there is an answer to all these events and whether or not this universe can be restored and revived from the Maker’s alterations. Here's some panels from Ultimate Invasion #4 hinting that Tony Stark may become Kang:

Howard Unmasking Kang:

Tony Stark Calling Himself Iron Lad:

In regard to Peter Parker, the Ultimate Spider-Man of this Universe:

We get some hints to him in this book, we actually see Aunt May and Norman Osborn’s names in the list of the potential casualties of the blast that happens in this book. I hope they’re not dead to be honest. I’m kind of hoping that Tony did something to save everyone from that blast because if you look at that panel in the comic his Arc Reactor/ Immortus Engine glows when they figure out that they were going to get hit by the beam. If they are dead, then I’m really interested in how that affects Peter in this universe. Also, it seems that this comic confirms that he is going to get bitten by the spider as an adult rather than them coming back in time and having him get bitten as a teen, which I don’t know what I feel about it yet. I honestly would have liked to have seen Peter get bitten as a teen in this universe so that in the new Ultimate Spider-Man book he’ll be a more experienced Spider-Man rather than an adult Peter Parker trying to figure out his powers, which is where I think this is leading to. Although, if he does get bitten as an adult with a wife and kids, that would be pretty interesting to see as well. How would he juggle being a superhero and his personal life if he has more responsibilities in his personal life now more than ever? It doesn’t sound bad, but I just prefer him having his powers at a young age and then growing up becoming a better and more responsible Spider-Man.

I really don’t know where Jonathan Hickman is going with all of this right now. I’m interested in what he’s shown me so far. Although, I also have a lot of stuff that I don’t like. For example, the time travel shenanigans of this universe feels a little too messy. I want to see what his resolution is for all of this. I’m really excited to see what becomes of this universe. I want to know more about Ultimate Thor and Ultimate Lady Sif. I want to see how and if Tony becomes Kang. I want to see what’s going to happen to the Reed Richard/Doom of this universe. I also want to know what happened to the Maker and Howard Stark. It seems unsure at the moment if they’re dead or alive or just simply trapped there. Also, I really want to know what the Ultimate Illuminati does in this universe. it seems like they're going to fight one another now that the maker is gone. I also want to know who the silhouette we saw at the end of the book was, the one that’s shrouded in green smoke. My thought was that it was Norman Osborn as the Green Goblin because of the green smoke, but it could also be Black Panther because the silhouette looks like the new version of Ultimate Black Panther’s costume. It’s probably going to be Black Panther more than it is Norman. Also, I like the little preview we got of Ultimate X-Men so I might pick that up. It has a unique look and I have no clue how different it’s going to be to the X-Men we’ve been used to.

Thanks for reading this. Tell me if I got anything wrong or if you have any thoughts about this new Ultimate Universe. Also, what do you guys think of the time travel and the alterations that the Maker made in this universe? Do you guys think we’ll ever get the original Ultimate Universe back?

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Thanks for posting the previous question. I'm glad the conversation was there about it too. Maybe he has no choice but to be friends with this guy. He doesn't have a lot of power in the club. Especially now. And truth be told, everyone else around him is also doing the same, but is just not asked about it. How this situation is different (from the other where he is more open about rights etc) is that his social standing within the club could be affected, or his career, more so when the club has taken the same stance in promoting Boateng's fitness and quality. Leon's response particularly, seems to parallel that same narrative, so it might be media-trained. On the other hand, his views on general opinions have nothing to do with the club, and they cannot hold that against him, even if they disagree. Regardless. as disgusting as the allegations are, I don't think Leon is a person who would condone that type of behaviour. and I don't think it undermines the amount of work he's done for the world. and his own personal actions have been nothing but role-model-like. he made a very big mistake with his words here. but I don't think he's a bad person.

Whether you post this or not, just know it's okay to still be a fan of Leon for all that he's shown to be right now, and Bayern as well, if it brings you joy and comfort.

Thank you so much anon omg 🥹 I feel so fortunate. I know a lot of times the internet can be a hateful, unforgiving place, and that only makes me more grateful that here we have a place where we can discuss things like this critically, without biting each other’s heads off. You’re all remarkably kind, and I want to thank you for that. It’s a deeply important virtue, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. Thank you for making this space a safe one; that’s all I ever wanted when I made this blog 💜

You make very good points. Considering Leon’s performances last season, I do think he suffered a loss of favor within the club, at least to some extent. He’s slowly but surely gaining that power and influence back this season, but since favor is a fickle thing, perhaps he felt he couldn’t afford to swim against the current on this particular topic. It’s an interesting theory.

I’m glad you brought up the club’s position on Boateng as well. I mean, every time the media came knocking, they always cast him in a positive light, previous actions be damned. I think that influenced Leon’s responses. How could it not? It’s far from the same situation, but we saw what happened when Manu called out Bayern’s sacking of Toni Topalović; his career and standing within the club hung in the balance. Leon’s a smart guy; perhaps he thought it better not to risk that, especially when he was just starting to regain the club’s trust. For all we know, Leon may hold entirely different views on the matter, but he had to stick with a media-trained response in order to present a united front with the club, especially when his teammates were doing the same.

The more I’ve been thinking about this situation, the more I agree with you. I have to think that given everything that Leon stands for, he wouldn’t condone abuse and assault. He’s never struck me as that type of person, given how outspoken he normally is on matters such as this one. I think that’s what makes his statements so difficult to digest; they contrast so heavily with how we’ve all come to see him. A poor choice of words on the spot doesn’t necessarily make a bad person—at least, I don’t think it does in this case. It definitely doesn’t change all the good that’s stemmed from his social and political activism, and it doesn’t detract from everything he’s done in the community. There’s just no way. He’s still the same person that takes time for his fans whenever he can.

I don’t know if you knew this or not when you sent me this ask, but these are precisely the words I needed to hear right now. As silly as it might sound, I’ve been struggling tremendously with whether or not I want to continue posting Leon content. I just didn’t want to act like nothing happened and like I agree with his take on Boateng. But I think (or at least I hope) I’ve made that clear, and as disappointed as I am in him, at the end of the day, he’s still the guy that makes me smile the most—who’s still a (sometimes) overly serious little goofball. I’m not the type of person who can just set that aside. He still brings me tremendous comfort and joy, as does Bayern, and I won’t pretend that they don’t. If I did, I would be lying to myself as well as to all of you. I’m still a fan of Leon’s, and I just wanted to thank you for reminding me that’s ok 🥹❤️ I appreciate it more than you know, just as much as I appreciate you taking the time to write me this ask. You’re a true sweetheart, and I can’t thank you enough for just being you <3

#anon 💖#leon goretzka #my asks

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Steve Rogers: A Brief Character Analysis

I have seen way too many posts over the past year that hate on or attribute incorrect character traits to Stevie Boy, so this is in response to those misconceptions and baseless grievances, of which I will be addressing four: that Steve is egotistic, impulsive, entitled, and selfish.

First, Steve Rogers is not an impulsive person when it comes to making important ethical decisions. He has made a habit of acting upon his principles to the best of his ability in specific circumstances. CACW emphasizes this aspect of Steve’s personality. He is the only one to actually read through the Accords; Tony certainly doesn’t and Vision only looks at things from a vague general perspective and not the actual policies that are being implemented. Steve isn’t against rules; when he is being held in the office in Germany he tells Tony that if there were changes to the Accords— changes that would make them actually useful— he would sign them and be a willing participant. (I have addressed related issues with the Accords here, if anyone is interested. )

The whole presentation that Ross gives is a clear sign to Steve— and, arguably, Sam— that this is the objective of the Accords: it’s a power play. (Why the other avengers don’t see this— especially Rhodey and Natasha— I have no fucking clue. Chalk it up to the Russo brothers not being capable of staying true to their characters. *cough* endgame *cough* anyway…) They use the four incidences of mass destruction that the avengers partook in to guilt them into signing and it partially works. (Ahem, Tony) But the reality of who is culpable in these instances is most definitely not as Secretary Shithead Ross makes it out to be.

The battle of New York was largely instigated by SHIELD (surprise, surprise: a government sanctioned organization) who took it upon themselves to create weapons from alien technology. That situation was further exacerbated by the world security council sending a nuke which Tony had to get rid of, a task which caused him to have major PTSD.

Washington D.C. was to stop Hydra, another power hungry organization, which had taken over SHIELD (again, a government sanctioned organization), and if they hadn’t taken down those helicarriers millions of people would have died. The deaths that resulted from their destruction were an accident and an unfortunate consequence.

Lagos was a mission to stop some of the remaining aforementioned Hydra assholes from attacking innocent people with biological weapons. Brock Rumlow is to blame for the explosion which Wanda tried to maintain. Again, an unfortunate accident.

Even Sokovia, to a certain degree was out of the avengers hands. Tony created Ultron to serve as a protector of earth; a shield, not a weapon. However, the mind stone, upon giving Ultron a consciousness, altered his programming. Tony, nor Bruce, are to blame for the actions of Ultron who acted apart from them and the programming that they gave him, just as a parent is not responsible for their grown child, who was raised to understand that killing people is wrong, murdering people. Though the two geniuses are to blame for ultron’s creation, and it is most definitely problematic that they would try to implement it without the consent of the rest of the planet (though I’m not 100% positive that that’s what happened), they are not morally culpable for the actions of an independent agent which diverted from the given programming. More than that, they did the right thing by trying to stop the vibranium-stealing metal fucker from killing everyone.

All that to say that Steve very much thinks through his decisions and impulsively acts upon ethical principles that he has already ingrained within his own psyche. However, He continues to be introspective, and is constantly questioning what the right and wrong thing to do is; this is evidenced by the conversation he has with Peggy in CATWS where he tells her that he’s doubting his own understanding of what is right and wrong in light of SHIELD’s building of the helicarriers. It’s not that he doesn’t know if the intended function of the helicarriers is wrong (because it most certainly is: “This isn’t freedom. This is fear.”), but whether or not working for SHIELD, a government organization, is the right thing to do if they are going to partake in such morally questionable practices. His actions are driven by this constant ethical and philosophical debate he has going on in his head. (Which is just another reason why endgame is a load of shit, but that is a rant for another time.)

Secondly, though his beef with Tony in the Avengers film (the only egotistic instance I could think of) seems to fit that egotistical billing, it could (and should) be argued that he is fresh out of the ice, and all he knows is that Peggy, the woman he loves and just lost, was the one who started the organization and he trusted her completely, so his trust of SHIELD is really just his trust of Peggy. Moreover, he and Tony butt heads because of the persona that the latter frequently puts on. Steve, as I will argue soon, is a very selfless and loyal person, and he is intolerant of people's bullshit. Was it a misjudgment of Tony on his part? Yes, but it's a misjudgment that even the people closest to Tony made early on in their relationships with him because Tony uses it as a mental shield (another analysis for another time.) Anyways, the fact that Steve was trying to instigate the physical fight with Tony is absolute bullshit writing, because all throughout CATFA Steve is NEVER the one to instigate the fight; he won't back down from it, but he won't be the first one to throw blows. The fact that his behavior is contrary to this in the Avengers can be attributed to the writers' and Joss Whedon's inability to understand Steve's character, something that happens way too frequently in the MCU. (Another excellent post about Steve Rogers not being impulsive and egotistical can be found here.)

Third, Steve Rogers is NOT entitled; he doesn’t expect people to follow him. He very much is still in the mindset of the little guy from Brooklyn who nobody would listen to and asshole “men” would beat up because he called them out on their bullshit. He grew up in a time where eugenics was a popular political stance, meaning he was ostracized and belittled because of his health issues and his physiology; he would have been deemed genetically inferior and therefore a lesser being by many and treated as such. His entire speech in the Triskelion in CATWS emphasizes that he doesn’t think people will follow him and he doesn’t ask them to. He asks them to do the right thing because he believes in the goodness of individuals (as he says in his letter to Tony in CACW). He appeals to their individual humanity, their individual principles and ethics; he’s not trying to rally them behind him, but is encouraging them to do what they know to be the right thing on their own and of their own volition. Furthermore, he doesn’t oppose people questioning his judgement, but he is not going to let Rhodey stand there with his air of self-righteousness and tell him that the accords are the right way to go when he hasn’t even fucking read them! (Something which doesn’t seem fitting with Rhodes’s character, but hey, what do I know? 🙄) He holds people to the same standards he holds himself (which is why he is constantly butting heads with Tony, who holds himself to a high standard but in some questionable ways) and he expects everyone to make an informed decision. Again, this is seen in his speech in CATWS; he gives the SHIELD agents all the facts (though he doesn’t exactly have time to give them proof) and lets them make the decision for themselves.

Lastly, but most importantly, Steve is selfless; he does the right thing despite it being the more difficult path. He could have easily submitted to the Accords, or retired and said “this is not my problem,” but he risked his own life and freedom because he knew that Bucky was innocent and that there was a greater threat on the horizon. Being on the run from one nation, as he did in CATWS (something that a lot of people forget) is difficult, let alone being on the run from 117. This is not an easy feat and he fucking knows it. This is most certainly not a decision he makes impulsively. He does what he does because he values all human life, despite the potential loss of his own. Though he is not perfect (he should have told Tony what had actually happened to his parents, and he definitely could have explained his position on the Accords better, though I’m not sure how in character either of these behaviors are), he is a true hero because he sacrifices his own life for the safety and freedom of all of humanity at the risk of losing both, himself. (This is the most important reason why endgame is a load of shit, but, again, a rant for another time.)

The other Avengers certainly have their flaws, but they are not all impulsive (Nat being a prime example of one who is not, Tony of one who is). And as much shit as I give Tony, he is a very robust character with lots of characteristics and a well developed back story and I love him. I might do a character analysis on him and others in the future, but I will save those essays for a later date.

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leave everything but your bones behind

Whumptober 2022: day 25 - silence is golden

Warnings: idk.. let me know if you think it needs any. Blood?

Word Count: 1.1k (gif not mine)

Summary: Natasha becomes unwell and only the Red Room can fix her. The choice is die or go back to the very place that made her.

A/N: ty to those reading on ao3 too! Legends you are. All of you really.

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Steve and Tony sit across from the two assassins. Steve wishes he had the words for the disappointment he feels in seeing them injured… again.

He crosses his arms and waits for them to talk; explain themselves.

There’s a woman in the basement.

A dead Russian diplomat, head of the Red Room, found by Shield. Dead widows and two more hog tied and gagged.

This feels like an intervention; or an interrogation.

They look to each other, and do the silent conversation that Tony hates so much.

“Start at the beginning,” Tony prompts, “and don’t leave out any details.”

“Dreykov is dead,” Clint states, “what more is there to know?”

Tony rubs his hand over his face, meeting Natasha in the kitchen.

“Who is she to you?” he asks, handing her some water, choosing to ignore the fact that she still only uses one arm and hasn’t done anything to immobilize the other.

She sips the water, pouring the rest down the sink.

“Someone I used to know and love,” she says truthfully.

It strikes Tony that he doesn’t know Natasha extremely well. Or, he does, but he doesn’t know her past.

“We went through hell together, and somehow survived.”

Tony understands a little.

“She’s you, adjacent.”

He gets a smile at that, or a patented upturn of the lips.

“Kind of.”

They stand in waiting for the other to talk.

“You can’t leave her down there, you know? You will need to talk to her eventually.”

Natasha nods.

“I know.”

She sighs and pours another drink, the action perhaps unconscious, as she hands it to Tony.

“I just wanted to give her time to think about what she wants to do.”

Staring straight ahead, Clint still in her line of sight, there’s moments where she’s brought back to her own decisions, why she chose to be a part of Shield, then, of the Avengers.

“Did you know, when Clint first asked me to join Shield, I stole all of his possessions and then ran away?”

She turns to Tony and smiles again at the memory.

“He then got caught up in following me and got into trouble in his own right.”

“And then you saved him?” Tony asks, intrigued.

“Something like that.”

He’s impressed that after the last two days, she’s still not lost in herself as he’s seen her do many times after big days and big emotions.

Maybe she’s holding it all together, keeping strong and guarded until she can find a place to fall apart.

“How are you?” he ventures.

She bites her lip, a quirk he’s seen Clint do.

“I’m okay,” she decides on. “It’s like all these things have happened and I don’t know how to process it. I keep thinking… I keep thinking that if I can make it through today, then I can rest tomorrow. And then, there’s more.”

He nods.

“Always something?”

“Always something.”

“What would have made it easier for you?” he asks tentatively.

She shrugs, the question feeling personal.

“Maybe options? Knowing that death or defection weren’t the only two options?”

Tony’s stomach drops.

Having never had to make decisions around his own death, not directly anyway, he can’t imagine having to make a choice about it.

“Are you going to talk to her?”

Natasha nods, eyes blank. He can almost see the thoughts and fear.

“Maybe she’ll choose to stay here,” he says, unsure if it’s what she wants.

“Maybe.”

There’s a pause.

“You cured me of his voice in my head and I never thanked you for that.”

Tony knows he can’t accept the thanks, so he waves it off, as she doubles down.

“Do you think you could make an antidote for it? A general one I mean.”

Natasha thinks that it is what she would want, even if he’s dead, to make sure no one could give orders to her and make her do anything she didn’t want to.

Tony nods slowly.

“I think so, it would be an extrapolation of the initial compounds, the nanites that are in your blood now more generic, so if it’s something they have too, I think… I think I could do it,” he tells her.

She steps to the door.

“Thank you, I won’t forget what you’ve done.”

He wonders later why her words sounded like a goodbye.

Jace paces back and forth.

Although she didn’t like Lotte and Grace, she wonders what happened to them.

There’s no love lost for Max, the little girl who used to like picking flowers went a long time ago, cruelty and anger making her into a ruthless widow that seemed to have no good left.

She will always remember her though.

She rubs her thumb across the scar on her palm, wondering what the day holds.

Natasha stands at the elevator.

She’d told Clint she didn’t want him with her, but being here alone, she wishes he was by her side.

Fear holds her stationary, as she works to get her breathing under control. No weaknesses, not now.

Jace watches Natasha opening the door, standing on the opposite side of the room.

“I’m sorry,” she opens, “for not coming sooner. It’s selfish on my part, to leave you waiting. Wondering.”

Jace doesn’t move, even as Natasha sits on the bed.

The only weapon she has is the sharpened toothbrush, and the terrain. Sometimes that’s all you need.

“The other two are under surveillance by Shield. It’s likely they will be debriefed and then given a choice between being locked up or joining shield.”

There’s a pause and shake in her breath.

“They don’t know you’re here. Whether you want to stay or go is up to you. You have the choice.”

She pulls out a small bag, making Jace stand back.

“Sorry, it’s just…”

Opening it she shows Jace the money inside, a change of clothes and disposable phone.

“It’s not much, but it’s enough to get you where you need to go.”

Jace stares.

She doesn’t know what to say but she knows freedom is not something that she takes lightly.

Natasha seems unsure what to do next, the silence unnerving.

“Do you remember when we did the morning run, and Max picked the flowers, put it in her hair, and then they shaved her head when she came back?”

Jace crosses her arms across her body, the death still fresh. She’s not quite ready to reminisce, despite the fact there’s no love lost.

Natasha seems to take the hint, standing and moving to the door.

“It’ll be open. You can leave when you want, if you decide you want to stay, just be here tomorrow and we will work it out then what to do next.”

Pausing, she turns to look at Jace, really look at her.

“I am sorry. For everything. For leaving, for not coming back… I wanted to.. I just.. couldn’t.”

Her voice cracks.

Jace hears her, she also doesn’t blame her. She can’t say what she wants, she doesn’t know what that is.

Her heart hurts.

It’s not fair.

#whumptober2022 #no.25 #silence is golden #marvel fic #avengers fic #natasha romanoff #clintasha #black widow #clint barton #hawkeye #my fic #natasha romanoff fic #tony stark #clintasha fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #Steve rogers #Bruce banner #red room #natasha romanov & tony stark

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puthyflapps · 2 years

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I know you want to see jealous toni when one of the boys hits on shelby but consider this: she's shelbald right now and I don't see the boys going for that so maybe kirin starts flirting with toni and toni doesn't realize but shelby is the one that gets jealous. I can see them being sporty bros and shelby takes that as them getting closer and she knows she's being irrational but can't help it.

I wrote about something similar a couple days ago in the tags of a post

In episode 8 when they all meet in what literally looks like a gymnasium during prom night, I couldn’t help but think there had to be a basketball goal somewhere in there. That, of course, made me think about the possibility of Kirin and Toni becoming dumb jock besties™️ who spend a lot of time playing bunker basketball together.

And when I tell you Shelby hated it, I mean she hated it. It was dumb and selfish of her to feel that way but she couldn’t help it. The way this low, rumbling fire of jealousy burned in the pit of her stomach every time that big oaf managed to make Toni – her Toni – laugh. Don’t get her wrong, Shelby was well aware of the fact that Toni was quite possibly the gayest person to ever exist but, she was a teenage girl who happened to be utterly and desperately in love so all rational thought tended to take a backseat during times like those. Times when she was forced to watch some stupid boy quite literally sweep the other girl off her feet. Yes, she should’ve gotten used to it by then; the way the pair seemed to love to obnoxiously gloat every time they destroyed another team on the court. It was just hard, is all. It was just so damn hard for Shelby to sit there and not stew in her rather ugly emotions when she’d spent the last couple of months on the island being the person Toni excitedly ran to whenever she beat one of the other girls at some pointless game.

Okay and maybe, maybe she really was acting like quite the stick in the mud when she’d lost it on the lacrosse player. Maybe that embarrassing uptightness that she’d worked so hard to shed on the island came creeping back up the moment her verdant eyes caught the annoying boy tossing Toni over his shoulder. Maybe she was acting like a complete bitch in that moment but, come on, he deserved it!

She’d asked nicely at first. When he was running around like an idiot; jostling Toni more and more with each step. Hooting and hollering about their latest victory while everyone watched on in amusement. Shelby seemed to be the only one concerned about the girl’s safety. For Christ’s sake, he could’ve tripped and fallen, causing them to crash to the ground. He could’ve accidentally dropped her on her head and all because he wanted to what? Swing the girl around like some indestructible toy while he took a stupid “victory lap”? So yes, Shelby spoke up.

She tried to be the voice of caution. She politely suggested he set Toni back down but her request had either fallen on deaf ears or simply served to spur him on further. In hindsight, Shelby isn’t entirely certain what precise moment led her to finally yell at the big fool. It could’ve been when he’d called the girl in his arms some stupid nickname that reminded Shelby of the one he often used to refer to Josh. However, it was more likely when he’d finally decided to stop running around for just a minute, choosing instead to spin him and Toni around in dizzying circles a few times. The action had caused the girl on his shoulder to giggle. Toni Shalifoe had giggled at this stupid boy and it had made Shelby want to rain hellfire down Kirin O’Connor.

The angry demand had come tumbling out of her mouth before a second thought could be given to her words. The force with which she spoke left everyone in the room in shock. Mouths slightly agape, eyes wide as silence took ahold of the teens. The phrase put her down! seemed to echo off the walls of the gymnasium for what felt like an eternity. And after he finally slowly lowered Toni back to the ground Shelby was left internally debating about which felt worse: having Kirin, of all people, stare at her like she was some insane person or having the girl she loved and lost look at her with something akin to pity

#if I don’t get 1 note on this damn thing imma riot #also slightly unrelated to this ask BUT at this point I’ve read like a handful of amnesia fics which have left the girlies with many thots #think about it: Toni waking up in the hospital asking for her wife and the girls are like confused af so one of them asks Toni to describe #her wife and the only thing she can seem to remember is blonde hair green eyes and the scent of strawberries #there’s some mf lightbulbs going off in the girls heads atm but if they had any lingering doubts about who the hell toni thought her wife is #they quickly disappear the second Shelby enters the room and Toni’s face lights up like a damn Christmas tree #the twist being that she and Shelby aren’t together irl so everyone is like wth 👁👄👁 apparently Toni’s little comatose brain had pretty #much been playing tricks on her by showing her these moments of a life with Shelby that she doesn’t lead and it’s sad because it felt #really real to toni and it makes her mad because it feels like everyone is lying to her because she can’t remember who Shelby is in this #real non-coma dream world 🥺 her brain spent weeks - months convincing her that she was married to this woman and now everyone is saying that #isn’t true 😭😭😭😭#n e wayysss thats just one (1) of my coma/amnesia ideas 🫶🏻#ask #the wilds #shoni #shelby goodkind #toni x shelby #toni shalifoe #goodfoe

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wonderswritings · 2 years

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When Worlds Collide: Everything's Changing

Summary: Five years ago, the world changed. Eight months ago, the world changed again; all with a snap of fingers. Now we’re dealing with the aftermath of those actions, and it’s hard for everyone. Especially for those they left behind.

Warnings: No Way Home Spoilers, Angst, Mentions of Blood/Injuries, Character Death, PTSD, Possibly More to Come

Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!Reader- nicknamed Mel

In this fic, Pepper is not your mother, and Morgan is only your half sister. You are Tony’s daughter, but your mother is never mentioned.

!!!Important!!! This is a rewrite of book 1 of WWC. Titles and some plot points will carry over.

Tags ~please please read the rules before filling out the form!

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I have a feeling my works aren't showing in the tags, so if you can see this in the tags, please let me know!

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Looking up when you heard a harsh groan you grinned behind your cup, watching as May walked into the kitchen. She sat down at the bar, leaning her head down on her arms, groaning.

“I am never ever drinking with you again.”

Laughing, you handed her the cup of coffee you’d already fixed for her, setting it down in front of her.

“Drink this. You’ll feel better.”

She huffed as she sat up, looking down at the cup before she looked over at you, making a face.

“Why don’t you look like how I feel?”

You laughed, shaking your head.

“I’m a Stark, May. Alcohol and coffee run through my veins.”

Peter snorted, shaking his head as he walked into the kitchen, kissing May’s cheek.

“Don’t listen to her, May. You’re just a lightweight.”

You laughed, shaking your head as May gasped.

“Peter!”

He looked over at you, shrugging as he shot you a grin.

“What? She is.”

You grinned when May huffed, laying her head back down on the counter, grumbling.

“I hate you.”

Peter grinned, looking over at May, patting her arm.

“You love me.”

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It was just a little bit before lunch when your phone went off, causing you to excuse yourself as you walked towards the front door, pocketing your phone as you opened the door, taking a deep breath, looking up.

“Please, please tell me you have good news.”

Matt nodded, grinning.

“I do.”

You smiled, opening the door wider.

“Then you can come in.”

He laughed, shaking his head as you moved to the side, letting him in.

“Nice to see you haven’t changed.”

You grinned as you closed the door, taking his arm and looping it with yours as you walked down the hall.

“Oh, I bet.”

He chuckled, shaking his head.

“I’ve missed you too.”

“Come on Matt, you know I always miss you.”

He grinned, shaking his head.

“Stark Industries is still under fire. They’re looking into the missing tech, but they’re trying to find other things to charge.”

“Whatever they’re hoping to find, they won’t find it.”

“I know. I also know you. You’re more worried about Peter and his aunt than you are about S.I. or yourself.”

You hummed, shrugging slightly.

“I’m worried about S.I too. But S.I can recover, whatever the hit is. So can I. So yes, I am more worried about Peter and May.”

“And the Stark name?”

You sighed, glancing at Matt.

“Has taken worse hits than this.”

Matt came to a stop, causing you to jerk back, your eyes wide as you looked up at him.

“Matt-”

“You’re worrying about everyone else. And I’m worried about you.”

Shaking your head, you huffed. Even after all this time, Matt was still the same caring person that he was when you’d first met.

“I’m fine.”

“Mel-”

You grabbed his hand, smiling softly.

“I promise Matty, I’m fine. And I know where to go if I’m ever not.”

He nodded, squeezing your hand.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“I know you will. Now come on, you have news that’ll help my family.”

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“I don’t believe any of the charges against you are gonna stick.”

Peter slightly made a face, looking over at Matt.

“Wait, seriously?”

“Oh my god Mr. Murdock, thank you.”

Matt smiled at May before he turned his head towards Happy.

“However, Mister Hogan?”

Happy looked over at Matt, slightly tilting his head to the side.

“Yes?”

“The feds are actively investigating the missing technology. I understand you’re loyal to Mr. Stark and his legacy, but if you were involved-”

“If I was involved?”

“I might secure a lawyer.”

Happy nodded mindlessly, huffing slightly.

“I need a lawyer because I’m un- I’m under inves- I thought, you said- there’s no charge. I could say under advisement of counsel, I refuse to answer the question respectfully because I, the answer could incriminate me.”

You huffed a slight laugh, shaking your head. May placed her hand on Happy’s arm when he started to panic, taking deep breaths with him. You reached across the table, placing your hand over Happy’s.

“Don’t worry, Happy. I’ve got your back.”

Happy grinned slightly as he chuckled, shaking his head.

“Last time you had my back we almost blew up the city block.”

Your eyes widened as Peter and May looked over at you, Matt chuckling as he shook his head.

“Sounds about right.”

“It- he makes it sound worse than it really is. It wasn’t a city block perse-”

You shook your head, huffing.

“I’ve got issues. Let’s just chalk it up to that, okay? Okay.”

Matt laughed as May continued to try and calm Happy down, shaking her head.

“Let’s hear what he has to say. Matt?”

“You’re gonna need a really good lawyer.”

You grinned behind your hand as you tapped your foot against Matt’s, causing him to slightly hit your foot back in return.

“Don’t worry, Happy. We’ll handle it.”

Happy nodded, taking deep breaths as May rubbed his back.

“Peter, you may have dodged your legal troubles, but things will get much worse. There is still the court of public opinion.”

A brick came flying through the window, your hands lighting with your power as Peter went to grab the brick, his eyes widening when he saw Matt holding the brick. Peter slowly took the brick out of his hands, placing it on the table.

“How did you just do that?”

Matt smirked, adjusting his hold on his cane.

“I’m a really good lawyer.”

You laughed, shaking your head as Matt shot you a grin, May looking over at the broken window, sighing.

“We’re gonna need a safer place to live.”

You nodded as you wiggled your fingers, the broken glass floating in the air towards the window before it set, the glass merging together, showing no signs of it ever being broken.

“You guys go pack. I’ll have someone set up one of the safe houses.”

Peter nodded as he stood, walking out of the room as May stood, looking down at Matt.

“Thank you again Matt, for everything.”

Matt nodded, smiling as he stood, shaking May’s hand.

“My pleasure May.”

May nodded, shooting you a smile as she walked out of the room after Peter, Happy watching her leave as you pulled out your phone. Happy’s eyes widened when he saw you typing on your phone, leaning forward and snatching your phone from your hands.

“Hey!”

“Don’t set the safe house up!”

“Happy.”

“Mel, please!”

You huffed, shaking your head.

“Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn’t.”

You slightly made a face as you tilted your head to the side, holding your hand out.

“And give me back my phone.”

Happy huffed as he handed you your phone back, Matt moving to stand behind your chair.

“Well?”

“There’s a safe house already set up.”

You slightly made a face at Happy as Matt leaned down to you, whispering.

“He’s lying.”

You smirked, nodding as you looked over at Happy.

“Mhmm, and which safe house is it and why is it already set up?”

Happy shrugged, looking down at the table.

“Because it is.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, slightly tilting your head to the side.

“Happy.”

“I live there.”

You huffed, shaking your head.

“And there it is. Happy-”

Happy shook his head as he jumped up, his chair falling behind him as he looked down at you.

“Before you say no, they’ll be safer with me anyway and you know it.”

You nodded slowly as you leaned forward, resting your arms on the table, lifting your hand, your powers swirling around your fingers.

“One would say they’d actually be safer with me. Seeing as I have you know, powers and all.”

Matt huffed a laugh, shaking his head.

“Come on Mel, you’re one of the smartest people in the world. Surely you can see why he wants them to stay with him.”

You looked over at Happy, shaking your head.

“Seriously Hap?”

Matt leaned back down, his head resting beside yours as he whispered.

“He’s in love, Mel. What’s the harm in letting him do this?”

You huffed slightly, shaking your head as you muttered.

“My peace of mind.”

Matt grinned, shaking his head as you looked over at Happy.

“Fine.”

Happy smiled, opening his mouth to say something when you lifted your finger, cutting him off.

“But, I had nothing to do with this.”

Happy nodded, grinning.

“Deal.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you stood, Matt helping you up.

“May’s gonna eat you alive.”

Happy shot you a look as he picked his chair up, mumbling to himself.

“Alright, Peter. You’ve got everything?”

We all turned, watching May and Peter walk into the living carrying a few bags.

“Yes.”

“And I have everything I need.”

May turned towards you, nodding as she looked over the apartment.

“I think we’re ready to go.”

“And the safe house is already ready for you.”

May made a face, tilting her head to the side as she looked over at you.

“Really? That was fast.”

You smirked, nodding as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Yeah, it was already set up.”

Happy nodded, walking around the table.

“Yeah, so let’s go ahead and get going before it gets too dark. We have a drive ahead of us.”

May made a face, looking over at you.

“The safe house is out of the city?”

You huffed, nodding.

“Something like that.”

You gasped when Matt pinched your side, glaring at him.

“Ow.”

“Be nice.”

You turned back towards May, nodding.

“Happy will take you guys.”

“Happy?”

May turned towards you, her eyes wide as she shook her head.

“Mel, tell me you didn’t-” You held your hands up in front of you, shaking your head as Matt chuckled behind you.

“It wasn’t me. I had nothing to do with it.”

You grabbed Matt’s hand, leaking towards the door, calling over your shoulder.

“Call me when you guys are settled!”

“Mel!”

Matt laughed as you waved, shutting the door. You grabbed his arm, looping it with yours, the two of you walking down the hall to the elevator.

“Thank you, for doing this.”

Matt shrugged as you stopped at the elevator, pressing the button to call it.

“If you hadn’t asked, I still would’ve done it. May’s a friend.”

You nodded as the elevator doors opened, both of you walking in.

“I know, but still. Thank you.”

Matt nodded as he pressed the ground floor button, taking his glasses off as he looked over at you.

“You know I’m always here if you need anything.”

You smiled, moving to lean against him, your head on his shoulder.

“I know, thank you.”

Matt wrapped his arm around you, kissing the side of your temple.

“Always.”

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You were back in the tower, looking over the files the lawyers for S.I had sent about the investigation, talking to Peter on speaker.

“You guys didn’t get in?”

Peter huffed, shaking his head as he grumbled.

“No.”

“Because of the whole spiderman thing?”

“Basically.”

You scoffed, shaking your head.

“They can’t do that.”

“But they are.”

“You guys deserve to go to MIT. Listen, let me call the dean-”

Peter rolled his eyes, running a hand down his face.

“No, YN.”

You sighed, shaking your head.

“Come on Peter, let me help. The Starks are on the board. Dad basically bought the school, and I own those shares now. Let me help.”

“Shouldn’t you be going?”

You made a face, tilting your head to the side.

“Why? I don’t have-”

“Your hearings today.”

You glanced at the clock on the corner of the computer screen, your eyes widening when you saw the time.

“Shit.”

You stood up, flipping the files closed, hazarly shoving them into your bag as you grabbed your phone, practically running towards the elevator Friday already had waiting for you.

“Listen Peter, we’re not done talking about this, okay.”

“Oh I know that.”

You walked out the elevator, Maria waving at you with a yell of good luck as you ran by her.

“I’ll call you when I’m done, okay?”

“Sure Mel.”

You sighed when he hung up, running out of the tower. Happy was leaning against the passenger door, tapping his foot against the pavement, looking down at his watch when he looked up, shaking his head at you, pointing a finger at you.

“You’re going to be late!”

You laughed, shaking your head as he opened the door for you, climbing into the car.

“I’m a Stark, Happy. We’re never late.”

Happy huffed as he closed the door, walking around the car. He got in the driver's seat, shooting you a look as he pulled out onto the road.

“You’re just like your father.”

You grinned as you pulled your glasses out of your bag, slipping them on as you looked out the window.

“You have no idea.”

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“Miss Stark, are you aware of the charges you’re being faced with?”

You were leaning back in your chair, your phone in your lap under the desk as you texted Peter. Your lawyer hit your chair under the table, causing you to shoot them a glare before you glanced at the judge.

“You mean the bogus charges that have no ground?”

Witch: I’m serious Peter. Let. Me. Help.

“Yes, I’m aware of the charges.”

Spider: You’re in court. Shouldn’t you be paying attention?

Witch: They’re talking out of their asses. I have better things to worry about than this

“Then you’re aware that your being charged with conspiracy of murder and obstruction of justicve?”

You huffed, rolling your eyes.

“I’m aware.”

Spider: I’m not helping you be bad. Besides, I have a plan about MIT

Witch: Really? What is it?

Spider: Pay. Attention.

Witch: Pete

Spider: Pay attention and I’ll tell you later

You shook your head, grinning.

“And how do you plead?”

You rolled your eyes as you shut your phone off, setting it down on the table, looking over at the judge.

“I remember you.”

You tilted your head to the side, slightly shaking your head.

“Well, not so much as remember, as I’ve heard about you.”

“Miss Stark-”

“You hated my father, very publicly. Shouldn’t that make this a conflict of interest?”

The judge shot you a look, shaking his head.

“My feelings towards your father have nothing to do with the case.”

You tilted your head to the side, nodding slightly.

“Doesn’t it? I mean, you can’t exactly take your feelings for him out on him, on the account that he died to save the world, which, in turn brought you back, but you can take it out on me. Like you’ve already done by denying my appeal to sue for being drugged. Now, while I’m not denying the fact the Stark drones were used to kill Mysterio, I am denying what you believe to’ve happened.”

“You’ve just admitted to Stark drones killing Mysterio. That was an admittance of guilt.”

You sighed, rubbing at your temples as you laughed dryly, shaking your head.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Excuse me?”

You stood up, placing your hands on the table, slightly leaning forward.

“You. Are. An. Idiot. All of you! Stark drones killed the person responsible for the mass destruction of Europe.”

“That was the elementals.”

You rolled your eyes, huffing.

“No numbnuts, that was Mysterio. He used drones to create the illusion of the elementals. They were never real.”

“We have proof.”

You scoffed, shaking your head.

“Doctored proof. It comes down to this. Mysterio was the bad guy. He stole Stark technology and reconfigured it to follow his demands.”

“Miss Stark, we’re getting off topic. We’re here-”

“To charge me.”

You rolled your eyes, waving your hand around.

“Yes, yes, I know. Seeing as how Mysterio’s killer is still at large, I’d like to set the record straight.”

“YN Melione Stark, don’t you dare.”

You turned, looking back at Happy, shooting him a grin before you turned back towards the judge.

“I killed Mysterio. Afterall, it was Stark drones that killed him. He threatened my friends so I took him out.”

The courtroom erupted into chaos, everyone yelling as you walked towards Happy. His eyes were closed as he rubbed his temples, shaking his head.

“Don’t do it. Don’t. And what’d she do? She did it. I swear, it’s like Tony all over again. I always thought he’d be the one to give me a heart attack. Turns out I was wrong. It’ll be his daughter who kills me.”

You laughed, shaking your head, causing him to jump as he looked up at you.

“Come on Hap, it could be worse.”

“Worse than admitting to murder?”

You grinned, sitting down beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder, whispering.

“I could’ve actually done it.”

Happy sighed, shaking his head as he wrapped his arm around you, closing his eyes.

“One day, you’re gonna kill me.”

You grinned, slightly shaking your head.

“But not today, Hap. Not today.”

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Peter turned down the street, his phone dinging repeatedly. He made a face as he pulled his phone out, his eyes widening as he clicked on one of the messages.

“We’re live from the courthouse where YN Stark, daughter of Tony Stark and current CEO of Stark Industries, as well as the current leader of the Avengers, has just admitted to killing Mysterio. After telling the court that the case should be dismissed due to a conflict of interest, YN later went on to say that the evidence the court has was doctored. She then went on to admit to being the killer. Here’s footage from inside.”

“Miss Stark, we’re getting off topic. We’re here-”

“To charge me.”

The camera zoomed in on YN rolling her eyes, waving her hand around.

“Yes, yes, I know. Seeing as how Mysterio’s killer is still at large, I’d like to set the record straight.”

The camera turned towards Happy, shaking his head.

“YN Melione Stark, don’t you dare.”

The camera switched back to YN, catching her shooting Happy a grin before she turned back towards the judge.

“I killed Mysterio. Afterall, it was Stark drones that killed him. He threatened my friends so I took him out.”

The courtroom became chaotic as YN walked towards Happy, sitting next to him when the video switched back to the reporter.

“Questions are being raised now that Miss Stark has confessed to being the murderer. Some are saying she’s only doing this to protect Peter Parker, otherwise known as Spiderman, who was the first suspect of killing Mysterio and is at the center of the entire case. It is unclear what will happen from here, but many are calling for Miss Stark’s arrest.”

Peter shook his head, his hand shaking.

“Oh no. No, no, no.”

He pocketed his phone, running down the street until he came to the place he was looking for, taking a few deep breaths as he walked up to the door.

“Okay, all you have to do is ask for help. Simple.”

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