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sapphicomenn · 3 years

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WELCOME TO MY THOUGHTS WHILE REWATCHING THE MCU IN TIMELINE ORDER: THOR

it was a dark and stormy night when padme, an old man, and a beautiful nerd named darcy a find bright light in the sky with thunder and s giant tornado in it. AND CHRIS HEMSWORTH HOLY SHIT

STORYTELLING WITH ODIN ABOUT A FIGHT WITH ICE CREAM TROLLS. frosty the snow man is angry about it

GLOWY CUBE

agard. sounds like ass guard. baby thor and loki are adorable. story telling ended up being fairytail for children. WINGED HELMET

LOKI LOKI LOKI LOKI LOKI LOKI

ah yes. the hammer named MILJinoNOR made in the heart of a star. ohshit walls got frosty. AMBUSH

“i swear, i swear, i sWEAR!” SHUSH IT AND GET TO FIGHTING. YALL GOT FROSTY BOYS INVADING ASS GUARD- oh fuck eye beam giant is OP.

thor is bloodthirsty, thats how you get the plot of the movie when you get turned mortal :/

loki is lovely i love him. he will never ever ever do anything wrong- oh hes starting drama between thor and frosty boys

WHOMST THE FUCK ARE THESE PEOPLE??

“and who proved wrong that a young maiden could be one of the fiercesr warriors.” “i did” “true, but i supported you, sif.” JSHSKHSKSJSKSJSJ

HORSES ON THE GLITTER GLASS BRIDGE. this is all beautiful wtf i love asgard. HEIMDALL- thor stfu dont shut loki down ya fucker. yall are bullying loki and then get shocked he turns evil?

MAGIC SWORD IS THE KEY TO ALL THE REALMS. HAHA ROUND THINGY GO SPINNY SPINNY. heimdall tells em the bridge to frosty realm might fuck em over and leave em to die.

“we shouldnt be here.” MAYBE BRING THAT UP AT THE PLANNING BIT, NOT THE ‘WE’RE HERE LETS GO EXPLORE’ BIT. DEEP VOICE IS SMEXY AS FUCK

“You’re nothing but a boy. who came to prove hinself a man.”

“know your place. brother.” STOP BEING MEAN TO LOKI, THOR :(

HAMMER GO B O N K ON FROSTY BOYS SKSNSKSKSK

LOKIS MAGIC IS AMAZING YOU’RE DOING GREAT BBY- laughing during a sword fight because fuck every other emotion righ- OHSHIT NVM HE GOT IMPALED ON A SPIKE OF ICE

GIANT SNOW BEAST GO BRRRR. THUNDER ON THESE FROST COVERED ASSES- whY is he still laughing he got a spike through his chest what the hell dude you good?

HOLYSHIT THOR JUST CHUCKED MILNNOR THROUGH THE BEASTS FUCKING HEAD LIKE A KNIFE THROUGH BUTTER

ODIN TO SAVE THE DAY AND GET HIS CHILDS ASS OUT OF TROUBLE. thor started a fucking war because of this fightboner jesus christ this child. SHOUTING MATCHES

daddys angry with his child- thor is unworthy this, unworthy that. AND BANISHED TO EARTH LIKE A FUCKING LOSER SKSHSKSJSJ

and back to padme’s modern time wE GO

HA HE GOT MERKED BY A TAZER

DARCY YOU ADORABLE CHILD

“How dArE YOu aTtAcK tHE SoN oF oDIN😡😡😡” hes like an angry puppy

body in a photo?? pog info??? WHY HAS HE BEEN HIT BY A CAR TWICE ALREADY

STAN LEE

COULSON

THOR IS FUCKING RIPPED. meanwhile is ass guard. loki snitched for a good reason. but nOoOoO thors, friends, blame loki.WHY ARE THEY BLAMING LOKI FOR BRING IN THE FROSTY BOYS- oh shit he can controll the snow cube. backstory for loki? mayhaps?- HOLYSHIT HES A SMURF

“the casket wasnt the only thing you took from jotunheim that day, was it?” HES ONTO YOU ODIN. odin literally kidnapped- oh no nvm loki as a baby was left for dead. I WANNA HUG LOKI SO BAD HES IN EMOTINAL DISSTRESS :(

“because i-i-i’m the monster, parents tell their children about at night?” LOKI BABY EVERYTHINGS GONNA BE OKAY

holyshit loki’s breakdown killed odin wtf. my man collasped onto the staircase

“this drink. i like it.” “i know its gre-“ “ANOTHER! *SHATTERING GLASS*”

“myeu muh? whats a myeu muh?” DARCY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH SKSHSKHSKS

man coulson thats a dick move to snatch up all of padmes shit- AND DARCYS IPOD???

loki do be looking snazzy on the throne👀 good for him. look at these fucker friends of thor tryna make him inbanish thor :/

BOOKS- on norse myth.? yeah norse myth

padme is sus of thor, and almost got em into a car crash. “god i hope you’re not crazy.” oh wait till you aee what happens

ODINS TAKING A NAP FOR THOUSNDS OF YEARS OR SUMSHIT

frigga is tryna convice loki they meant well. kinda hard too ngl. damn shield has beefed up security around this fucking hammer

oh shit electrical thunder is fucking with the shield tech once thor showed up. RAIN AND MAGIC HUMMING- thor is kicking shield’s ass- COULSON- who the fuck chooses a bow and arrow to shoot a target when they had sniper rifle- barton- HAWKEYE NVM BADASS ARROW GUY IS AMAZING

oh shit thor found miljjnor. mudfight but make it less smexy. epic momentt pogg.. its totally gonna fail him so fucking bad its gonna be funny

told you so.

now hes yelling at the sky like an insane person

AND got arrested :I

poor heimdall having to watch this all like a sad sitcom. OLDMAN STFU

“look its myeu-muh!” darcy needs to be protected at ALL COST. ohmygod they think thor is a solider from enemy lines aIshsksjskks

LOKIII- oh shit hes telling thor everything went wrong bc him and that a truce was- NVM LOKI IS TRYING THE HAMMER. YOU GOT IT LOKI

old man go save thors stupid ass. redeem yourself. bar talk is somehow wholesome. oh shit thors gotta dip outta town bc oldman said so. he didint listen to odin and ended up starting a war- OH CRAP LOKI DID LET THE FROSTY BOYS INTO ASGARD.

heimdall knows loki is causing trouble. good for loki. HA RHE OLDMAN GOT FUCKING WASTED BY THE BOOZE LIKE A COWARD.

padme is so awkward around thor. shes in looovvveee. awh thor snatched up her genius book from shield. YIGHDRISLE is such an amazing name for a tree filled with planets and worlds

DUDE DONT SHAME THE MAN FOR STRESS EATING

LOKI KNOWS HEIMDALL SNITCHED AND LET FUCKER FRIENDS THROUGH. HOLYSHIT THEY FOUND THOR SLJSOSJSKSKS

thor knows loki lied- heimdall knows loki let in the frosty boys, and is currently frozen soild by that blue cube thingy. AND NOW THE OP METAL LAZERBEAM BASTARD IS ON EARTH

OH GOD A SPEAR THROUGH THE THROAT MUST HURT LIKE A MF- SIF DONT DIE

LAZERBEAM STOP BLOWING UP BUILDINGS

dude things were getting blown up left and right but suddenly thor’s plot armor engaged and a car just flips over him and instead of going boom. standoff between lazerface and thor- whomst shall win? find out next week on: HOLYSHIT THE NORSE GODS EXIST

loki just watched thor try to give up his life and now lazerface is leav- FUCK NVM IT BITCH SLAPPED THOR SKSHSJSJSJSKKSKSJ. oH now it leaves

hammer go brrr soon? HAMMER GO BRRRRRR

PADME SAVE YOURSELF THOR JUST GOT POWERED THE FUCK UP

“oh my god” YOU JUST SAW A METAL MECH SHOOT A LAZER OUT ITS FACE AND FOUR PEOPLE IN VIKING ARMOR FIGHT. ARE YOU STILL SHOCKED???

LAZERFACE GO BOOM. THORS BACK BABYY

oh shit the frosty boys are on asgard- HEIMDALL NEEDS TO UNFREEZE AND WORK ITS MAGIC LIKE NOW

oh god the animation for some dead frosty boys got so noticable that was horrible.

TIME TO GO KICK LOKI’S ASS SKSKSJS- OHFUCK FRIGGA NOO. OHSHIT LOKI JUST MURDERED LAUGHY THE FROST KING.

lokis “ohshit thors back” face is amazing

loki hun what the fuck are you doing- stop tryna destory shit like a hero.

“I NEVER WANTED THE THRONE. I WANTED TO BE YOUR EQUAL!” my heart is torn :((

brothers fighting while a energy tree builds around him? sure why not. ohfuck loki got his ass handed to him- THOR WHY DID YOU LEAVE THE HAMMER ON HIM LIKE THAT SKSHSKSJSJSK

THOR WOKE ODIN UP BY VREAKING THE FUCKING RAINBOW BRIDGE

ODINS AWAKE AND SAVE EM AGAIN

IM CRYING LOKI JUST WANTED TO MAKE ODIN PROUD AND HE SHUT EM DOWN LIKE THAT. ODIN YOU FUCKING SUCK

awh this is making me sad i dont like this sad ending this sucks so much. loki deserved better then to die knowing odin hated him :(

heimdall is out of a job now that the bifrost is broken haha loser.

NEXT MOVIE: THE AVENGERS

ignore the misspells and the bad grammar its almost two AM by the time i finished watching and writing this up

#thor #thor movie #the mcu #marvel #marvel movies #marvel cinematic universe #LOKI WILL NEVER DO ANTHING WRONG #frosty boys #STOP BULLYING LOKI 2021 #artemis rants #PROTECT DARCY AT ALL COSTS #look its myeu-muh!#padme kissed thor #LOKI DESERVES BETTER THEN TO DIE KNOWING ODIN HATED HIM

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atamascolily · 3 years

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lily watches fma:b, eps. 62-64

Okay, when we last left off, the Big Bad was running around half-naked in a bathroom smiting people in a knockoff young!Hohenheim body, and 50 million people in Amestris had a really shitty day being devoured alive for their life energy before being miraculously restored to their still-breathing bodies by a not-quite-deus ex machina.

hohenheim challenges father to create something and he spits out humans from Xerxes--including the asshole king whose greed destroyed his entire country and people who RECOGNIZE HOHENHEIM.

[like, the trauma here!!!]

[I also like JUST NOW REALIZED that Greedling is the same character archetype as Grimmjow from Bleach - an aggressive, hyper-macho asshole who is a surprisingly fun character to watch break things?]

[FURTHERMORE both 03!Greed and Grimmjow had the same Japanese voice actor, LOLOLLOL]

greed and olivier have a pissing contest, lol

al's body is destroyed protecting may - good thing he's got another one waiting in the wings!

and then it's everyone takes a turn at father - first the briggs soldiers, then roy with hawkeye guiding him, armstrong, lan fan,the chimeras, etc,etc,

roy is so weirded out by being able to cast without a circle, LOL.

father tries to eat greed for more stones

ed swooping in in to defend greed is GREAT

so is watching izumi fight!!

anyway, they finally wear father down to the point where God can fight back and Father vomits him back up again.

... which makes him literally a zombie staggering around for "stones"

ed's automail is shattered, and he's pinned down - al, realizing his armor is cracked and his blood seal is about to break, gets May to make a circle so he can swap out his body for Ed's arm.

it works and ed goes absolutely feral on father.

(the fact that he still looks like hohenheim probably helps ed, tbh)

everyone cheers him on and greed is like "oh, yeah, all I really wanted was FRIENDS,"sob

greed sacrifices himself to keep ling yao from being eaten by father and it's so heartbreaking, everyone loves u greed

greed is like, yeah, kid, lan fan has a stone, take 'em and go home and be emperor of xing like a boss

greed: so epic he gets to die TWICE in this show. AND WE'RE SAD BOTH TIMES BUT THIS ONE IS WORSE.

greed transforms father's body into graphite (using his Ultimate Shield ability) but gets crushed by father.

ed slams a hole in father's chest and all the philosopher's stones leach out of him and then... the black grabby shadow hands emerge from the same hole and pull him back wherever he came from...?

[ngl: I don't get WHY that works, but okay.]

and of course, he gets to monologue about how he just wanted to be free without any constraints, which gets hohenheim all emotional.

Father is back to his flash form in the Gate World and he calls Truth "God" and asks why he didn't like him... and truth's like "because you're a greedy little asshole, that's why"

father is sucked back into the open gate by more grabby shadow hands and says "no, I don't want to go back" implying that this is, in fact, where he came from because the Xerxes alchemists were fucking around with stuff they shouldn't have been.

father is screaming and truth's like, "why? this is TOTES what you wanted, isn't it?being one with god?"

meanwhile, hohenheim offers his own life in exchange for al on the grounds that he was a crappy dad.

true, sir, but also ed is having none of it

anyway, ed offers his own gate and ability to do alchemy as trade for al's body and truth's like "Sure, yeah,why not"

turns out that even once they've won, hohenheim is still brooding and depressed over father - he blames himself because it came from his blood? Like, dude, there are a lot of things to blame yourself for and you pick the one that REALLY ISN'T YOUR FAULT?

armstrong thanks him for ed and al saving the day and hohenheim bursts into tears and walks off... and goes to resembool to die on tricia's grave?

like, did he even say good-bye to his kids? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, HOHENHEIM?

pinako finds him dead at the grave, and tbh, i'm disappointed she doesn't punch him out anyway like she promised

"goodbye, my weird immortal friend"

Anyway, umm... that's basically the end, but let's wrap up with the "where are they now?" final episode!

somehow ling is emperor because he has magic people juice to give the current emperor, which just... seems like it might lead to problems, given what happened in xerxes? Just sayin’. But he’s going to take care of May and her clan, so I guess the show’s just going to sweep that under a rug and pretend it’s fine!

[ling definitely got the best character development of anybody along with Greed]

marcoh shows up with a philosopher's stone, which Roy agrees to use to rebuild his eyesight and also Havoc's legs, which just feels a little too deus ex machina for me, and also kinda shaky ethics here. but roy's okay with it because he's going to rebuild ishval, so...

and apparently scar is gonna be there, too? still forever grumpy, though.

grumman is fuhrer now (??!!) because roy and company are rebuilding ishval, so I guess all that talk about war crime trials was just for show because that sure isn't happening now that they won.

[I'm still bitter because it should have been Olivier!!]

Mrs. Bradley is raising Pride/Selim, who seems perfectly normal, even though Grumman says they'll have to kill him if he does anything evil. Mrs. Bradley says, "I'll make sure he doesn't show anything," which is kinda ominous to me? Like this woman would do anything for her kid. If Pride DOES get out of hand, she's not going to tell anyone.

[also I'm bitter that Pride gets to live and Greed DOESN'T, sob]

Ed and Al hang out in Resembool with Winry for two years until they get restless and go off on adventures again--but separately. Al goes to Xing with Jerso and Zampano (who have suddenly decided they want their original bodies back after being fine with it for the entirety of the series).

That's fine, since Al and May are very definitely a thing, but Ed goes west--which we've never heard from in the entire series--by himself, to research alchemy after sacrificing his ability to DO alchemy. I CALL BULLSHIT.

Winry goes with him to the train station and Ed is so fucking tsundere, I cringed just watching him.

(but also it was refreshing to see a male example of this trope and it was super-cute when he started blushing)

BUT ALSO his proposal is based on "equivalent exchange" - "I'll trade half of my life for half of yours!" - which is simultaneously the nerdiest thing ever and also YOU'RE NOT AN ALCHEMIST ANYMORE, ED, STOP.

Winry says that's stupid, she'll give him all of it,and then starts negotiating to 85%.

but given that Ed is LITERALLY RIDING OFF here, I gotta wonder how the math works out.

A random woman asks why Ed's leaving if he's in love with Winry, and Winry says something about how men left at home cause trouble (which implies she's fine with a long-distance relationship). THIS FROM THE GIRL WHO GOT MAD ABOUT BEING LEFT BEHIND ON *SEVERAL* OCCASIONS IN THE SERIES.okay.

In the credits, we see Ed and Winry have two kids, so... Ed has LITERALLY BECOME HIS FATHER, wandering the earth while his wife raises two kids alone. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

I just have... questions.

Like... no. Just no. Ed stayed home and he was a great father to his kids, full stop. He did NOT repeat the cycle; he was a much better person than Hohenheim and he proved it by actually BEING THERE FOR HIS FAMILY WHEN THEY NEEDED HIM.

people say fma03 has a downer ending, but this one bums me out WAY more because it feels so ooc and contradicts a lot of stuff that the show has spent so much time building up to.

i am just left feeling very “meh” and also “what was the point of it all?” which is probably not a great place to be after finishing a story.

#fullmetal alchemist #lily liveblogs

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mrsrhys23 · 4 years

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Avengers prompt list

I’m bored so I made this...

Steve Rogers (Captain America)

Language!

“I’m not looking for forgiveness, and I’m way past asking for permission.”

“So your body’s changing. Believe me, I know how that feels.”

“That is America’s ass.”

“Is this a test?”

“I can do this all day.”

“I am (name)

“I don’t want to kill anyone. I don’t like bullies; I don’t care where they’re from.”

“On your left.”

“Before we get started, does anyone want to get out?”

“‘Cause I’m with you ’til the end of the line.”

Bucky Barnes (The winter soldier)

“I Thought You Were Smaller."

"I'm With You 'Til The End Of The Line, Pal."

"You're My Mission."

"That Little Guy From (place) Who Was Too Dumb To Run Away From A Fight, I'm Following Him."

Natasha Romanoff (black widow)

"I only ACT like I know everything."

"I'm multitasking."

"Let me put you on hold."

"The person who developed this is slightly smarter than me. Slightly."

"I'm sorry. Did I step on your moment?"

"I blew all my covers. I gotta go figure out a new one."

"Nothing lasts forever."

"He's also a huge dork. Chicks dig that!"

"Bye bye, bikinis"

Thor Odison

“THIS DRINK, I LIKE IT! ANOTHER!”

“You people are so petty. And tiny.”

“I choose to run toward my problems and not away from them..” I

“Do I look to be in a gaming mood?

“HE’S A FRIEND FROM WORK!”

“I notice you’ve copied my beard.”

Peter quill (Star-lord)

I Look Around And You Know What I See? Losers!

Don’t Call Us Plucky. We Don’t Know What It Means

Sometimes The Thing You're Searching For Your Whole Life Is Right There By Your Side All Along

What Should We Do Next? Something Good, Something Bad? Bit Of Both?

I Don't Learn. It's One Of My Issues

It's Showtime A-Holes!

Okay, I'm Gonna Get A Bowflex. I'm Gonna Commit. I'm Gonna Get Some Dumbbells

Let's Talk About This Plan Of Yours. I Think It's Good, Except It Sucks

Drax the destroyer

I've mastered the ability of standing so incredibly still, that I become invisible to the eye. Watch.

You just need to find a woman who is pathetic, like you.

He is not a dude. You're a dude. This is a man. A handsome, muscular man.

Well I wasn't listening then, I was thinking of something else...

She just told everyone your deepest, darkest secret!

No one talks to my friends like that.

Vision

Yes. But a thing isn't beautiful because it lasts. It's a privilege to be among them.

Well... I was born yesterday.

I suppose we are both disappointments.

It's terribly well balanced.

I wish to understand it. The more I do, the less it controls me. One day, who knows? I may even control it.

It's as I said. Catastrophe.

That's true. He hates you the most.

It's alright. I love you.

Tony stark (Iron man)

"Sometimes you gotta run before you walk."

“Is it better to be feared or respected? I say, is it too much to ask for both?"

"Let's face it, this is not the worst thing you've caught me doing."

"Give me a scotch. I'm starving."

“…Just like that.”

"Doth mother know you weareth her drapes?"

"Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist."

. "Well, performance issues, it's not uncommon. One out of five..."

"Have you ever tried shawarma? There’s a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don’t know what it is but i wanna try it.”

. "No. You're in a relationship with me. Everything will never be okay."

"Don't do anything I would do, and definitely don't do anything I wouldn't do..."

Morgan Stark

I love you, 3000.”

Pepper pots

I don't think you could tie your shoes without me.

I do anything and everything (name) requires. Including occasionally taking out the trash. Will that be all?

You're all I have too, you know.

Oh, no, I always forget to wear deodorant and dance with my boss in a room full of people I work with in a dress with no back.

Tears of joy. I hate job hunting.

I am trying to do the job that you were meant to do.

Oh my god... that was really violent...

Don't ever, ever, ever, ask me to do anything like that, ever again!

Stephen Strange (Doctor Strange)

Pain's an old friend.

We're in the endgame now.

(name), there was no other way.

Unlike everyone else in your life, I don't work for you.

Study and practice. Years of it.

It's what made me a great doctor.

Nick Fury

I recognise the council has made a decision, but given that it's a stupid-ass decision, I've elected to ignore it.

I still believe in heroes.

You got gifts, (name) , but we have a job to do. Are you going to step up or not?

Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

"You And I Remember Budapest Very Differently."

I've Done The Whole Mind Control Thing. Not A Fan.

"We've Come A Long Way Since Budapest."

Loki

“If it's all the same to you, I'll have that drink now."

“There are no men like me.”

"I am the monster parents tell their children about at night."

Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet witch)

Everybody’s afraid of something.

I've caused enough problems.

“You took everything from me.” “ I don't even know who you are.” “You will.”

Sometimes it's hard, but sooner or later every man shows himself.

You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?

Bruce Banner (Hulk)

That's my secret, (name) : I'm always angry.

You know, sometimes exactly what I want to hear isn't exactly what I want to hear.

What? I see this as an absolute win.

Sorry kids. You don't get to see my party trick after all.

I’ve got a compelling reason not to lose my cool.

Broke up? Like a band? Like the Beatles?

I don't think we should be focusing on (name). That guy's brain is a bag full of cats. You can smell crazy on him.

Thanos

The hardest choices require the strongest wills.

Perfectly balanced, as all things should be

I do. You're not the only one cursed with knowledge.

You should have gone for the head.

You should choose your words more carefully.

The end is near.

I am Inevitable!

Rocket Raccoon

No, seriously, I need it! (snickering) It's important to me...

You just wanna suck the joy out of everything.

Who hasn't been to space? You better not throw up on my ship.

See, this is exactly why none of you have any friends!

Can you believe they call us criminals when he's assaulting us with that haircut?

You're! Making! Me! Beat! Up! Grass!

Quit smiling, ya idiot, you're supposed to be professional.

Peter Parker (Spider-man)

This is nice.

Yes sir. I'm sorry. I understand. I just wanted to be like you

What? No, no, no, I don't wanna kill anybody!

It's not a onesie.

Hey guys, you ever see that really old movie, Empire Strikes Back?

Look, when you can do the things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you.

That's uh, that's all on YouTube though, right? I mean that's where you found it. 'Cause you know that's all fake. It's all done on a computer.

This is my chance to prove myself.

#marvel prompts #tony stark #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #thor odison #clint barton #stephen strange #bucky barnes #peter parker

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what-is-your-plan-today · 5 years

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Stark Spangled Banner Ch 2: The Contest

Summary: Life at SHIELD isn’t always missions and seriousness, as a good natured shooting contest between Katie and Clint shows! The question is, as the two dead-shots face off, who will be the winner? Steve has utter faith in his best friend, but will he win the bet? Either way, both are left contemplating their feelings towards one another and realise they run much deeper than either could ever have imagined them doing.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Bad language (no smut, yet, but will be down the line) Bit of angst, two idiots struggling with feelings

March 2013

A shooting contest between two Avengers was always going to draw big attention, so it was hardly surprising, therefore, that SHIELD agents were running a book. Clint was odds on favourite to win, but Steve had so far refused to take part, that is until 10 minutes or so before the contest was supposed to start. He was stood outside the shooting range, eyes focussed on Katie and Clint as they both stood in there, checking their equipment, a crowd steadily gathering behind him.

“I know she’s good, but she really doesn’t stand a chance.” Natasha said as she stood at his side. Her matter-of-fact tone caused something in his chest to stir, the lack of faith everyone bar Evans and Lawson from the lab seemed to be displaying in Katie riled him and he turned to Natasha.

“Twenty bucks says she does it.” he stuck his hand out.

She raised an eyebrow at him, before shaking his hand “Alright Rogers, you’re on.”

His hands returned to his belt buckle and both Katie and Clint signalled they were ready.

Evans went into the room, it was soundproof unless you pushed the button to listen in, which Rumlow did, of course.

"No pushing or shoving of your opponent because that’s just a shitty thing to do…” Evans said, his Texan drawl loud as his hand scratched at his ginger beard “No fancy arrows Hawkeye, just the normal rounds.”

“What’s normal about any of this?” Katie mumbled, earning her a smirk off Clint.

“Perfect kill shots are an extra half-point. 20 minute time limit is in force. If you’re tied on score then we’ll go to the number of kill shots made.” Evans looked at them and they both nodded, Katie licking her lips. “Now. To your starting positions…and…” he held his right hand up, 3 fingers extended “May the odds be ever in your favour…”

Steve had no idea what that was a reference too, but he heard the rest of the people around him snigger. Katie threw her head back in a laugh as Clint mimicked Evan’s hand gesture as the other Sniper left the room.

The two opponents stepped up to the line that marked off the beginning of the course, which was constructed out of crates and various other objects. Katie cracked her neck side to side as Clint tested the tension in the bow string one last time before turning his head to meet Katie’s gaze. She put her gun back into its thigh holster and turned to her old SO.

“May the best woman win…” she said with a smirk, fist bumping him with her right hand as she felt the blood pounding in her ears. Then, with a simultaneous nod, the two of them shot forward.

Steve felt a surge of pride as he watched Katie leaping from obstacle to obstacle, landing shot after shot. After she landed the 4th he heard Natasha hiss through her teeth.

“Ok, so maybe she has a little chance…”

Steve didn’t reply, simply watched, silently willing her on.

As the minutes ticked on, the two continued, both making leaps, dropping into rolls, and ducking behind corners. Katie took another shot, and paused for a split second, if she was counting correctly there were two more to go and 5 minutes left on the clock. She looked up for her next target and saw Clint was blocking her way, knelt down, aiming at his own. Katie knew the sensible thing to do would be to wait, but then she was a Stark, being sensible wasn’t one of her main attributes. With a smirk she re-holstered her gun and sprinted as fast as she could, launching herself forward into a perfect front flip, catapulting right over the top of Clint before she immediately slid onto a knee and brought the handgun back up, aiming at the target.

Outside the room there was a lot of cheering and cat calls at her display of acrobatics.

Katie moved to her final target, back against a large crate, aimed but then missed and Steve closed his eyes- that would cost her.

“Shit!” she exclaimed, doubling over to catch her breath as Clint walked over to her, pulling her into a hug.

“Sharp shooting Nova!” he grinned, ruffling at her hair. Both of them turned as the doors open and a few agents walked in, back slapping them both as Evans collected the targets and went to tally up the points.

“That was impressive!” Steve said, crossing the room smiling “both of you.”

“Not bad Stark.” Nat added, appraisingly

“Thanks.” she said, taking a drink of the bottle of water Clint handed to her. She was red faced, sweating but absolutely thrilled, pumped full of adrenaline. She placed her hands on her hips and took a deep breath.

“Ok and we have the results!” Evans said and Clint threw his arm round Katie as hers slid round his waist. “Barton hit each target, giving him 10 plus 4 kill shots, taking him to 12. Stark you missed one giving you 9 and 3 kill shots, taking you to 10.5…”

“Damned it!” Katie groaned, shaking Clint’s hand as the various cheers and complaints went up as people started to cash in their bets.

“You’re fired…” Steve heard a familiar voice say. Spinning round, he saw Fury handing over a fifty to an agent whose name escaped him and Steve bit back a smile. The Director had bet on Katie. That one mistake had been costly.

“Cough up Rogers…” Nat said, holding out her hand. He turned to her, sighing and fished in his pocket for a twenty, handing it to her.

“You bet on me?” Katie looked at him, surprised.

“Course I did, sweetheart.” he said immediately.

“Yeah I didn’t, sorry Stark.” Nat said, taking the twenty off him “Clint’s never lost a challenge yet.”

“He nearly did.” Steve said, looking at his friend proudly before he glanced back at Natasha. “Was worth the bet to see you get so twitchy Romanoff… “

“I wasn’t twitchy…” She said, as Clit looked at her.

“Seriously?” he frowned.

“I’ll admit at one point I thought Stark might have just shaded it…” Nat narrowed her eyes at Steve who simply shrugged, hands dropping to the front of his belt buckle.

“To be fair, there was one point where I thought that too.” Clint smiled, and Katie felt a surge of pride in her chest as he replaced the arrows into his quiver. “Did good Nova, I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks Clint.” she smiled at him.

“So, who fancies a drink?” Barton looked around, clapping his hands together.

“I’m game.” Katie said, emptying her magazine, already stripping down her weapon.

Natasha nodded and then Steve realised they were all looking at him. He hesitated, he really did need to train as he hadn’t had a decent run that morning and he’d be restless all evening otherwise, but after that…why not?

"I gotta work out first but if you tell me where you’re going I'll join you when I'm done.” he said.

“Take a day off!” Nat drawled, examining her nails. He was about to reply but Katie got there first.

“If he doesn’t work out he’s a right crank! And no one likes a Cranky Cap…”

“You know what Stark…” he started but she simply stuck her tongue out at him causing him to roll his eyes, fighting to keep the smile off his face.

“Why don’t we try the new sports bar on the high-street, what’s it called again?” Clint suggested.

“Home Run?” Nat asked.

“Yeah that’s it.” he nodded “Couple of doors down from the Burger joint.”

“I’ll find it.” Steve said as Clint nodded, making for the door, Natasha following. Katie turned to Steve, smiling at him as he surveyed the room.

"You did a good job," he nodded to the obstacle course “Did it take you back to fighting Aliens?”

"Not quite the same, you know? No returning gunfire… no life-or-death stakes… no Captain America cushioning my fall when we got blown out of a bank window," she teased. He laughed, as she started to back up towards the door. "I won't take up your workout time. See you at the bar?"

“You never take up my time, doll.” He smiled back, honestly before he felt the flush rise up his neck. What a dumbass thing to say. “See you later." he nodded.

With that she took her leave, tugging her hair out the ponytail as she left, allowing the gentle waves to cascade down her back.

********

Half an hour or so, after a Katie had showered and changed, the 3 Avengers were making the 20 minute or so walk to the bar downtown.

“You know I still can’t believe I got to within a point and a half of you.” Katie nudged Clint.

“Me neither actually.” Natasha asked “I thought it was gonna be a whitewash.”

“Oh ye of little faith…” Katie said, mock hurt lacing her voice.

“Tell you who did have faith, other than Rogers… Fury.” Nat said grinning.

“Hang on…the boss bet against me?” Clint stopped “Damned.”

“Don’t take it personally…” Katie shrugged as they reached the bar. Clint opened the door to let the girls step in first and then he joined them, looking around at the new surroundings. It was low lit but piled with sports memorabilia which they paused to have a look at on their way to the bar. Drinks purchased, they headed to a plush, leather seated booth and settled down.

They fell into an easy chat, and then the inevitable teasing about Rumlow fancying Katie started up and she groaned. Clint and Nat enjoyed ribbing her about him and she had to admit, he wasn’t subtle to be fair. He’d asked her out 3 times now and she’d politely declined but it didn’t stop her friends from enjoying teasing her about it. Clint and Nat took turns in trying to highlight Rumlow’s more endearing qualities. They managed a sum total of 3 when Clint leaned back in his chair and shrugged.

“I’m out…” he grinned as Katie laughed, raising her glass to her mouth to drain the last of her beer.

“Yeah, he’s not relationship materiel…” Nat shrugged

“But you could just fuck him, get what you need and kick him out before breakfast.” Clint suggested causing Katie to choke down her mouthful of European lager and pick up the beer mat nearest her.

Steve chose that exact moment to walk into the bar. He watched as the beer mat hit Clint straight between the eyes, and Katie threw her head back in pure, unadulterated laughter. Something in his chest stirred as he watched her, that wonderful smile and laugh filling her face. He enjoyed seeing her so relaxed.

“Hey…” he greeted them as they all looked up. “You guys need another drink?”

“Cheers Cap, 3 beers…” Clint motioned round the table and Steve headed off to the bar. Katie watched him go, eye trained on his ass which looked remarkably fine in those dark denims...then, realising what she was doing and who she was with, she let out silent groan as she turned back to see Clint and Nat exchanging a glance, a glance between two people who had just discovered the best secret ever and she knew she’d been caught.

“What?” she shrugged “Girl can look, right?”

Neither of them said anything just kept smirking to themselves in that infuriating way until Steve returned, setting down the 4 pints which he easily held in his hands and slid into the spare seat next to Katie.

“I’m in the mood for another challenge.” Clint leaned forward, his eyebrows raising up and down as he spoke.

“Like what?” Katie folded her arms

“Which one of you…” he said, waving his finger between her and Nat “…can down a pint fastest?”

“That’s not a contest…” Katie looked at Nat, smirking. “We all know it’s me.”

The red head quirked an eyebrow, “I’m game if you are.”

Katie shrugged as Clint chuckled and pounded his hand on the table. “Alright then, Ladies…on your marks…”

As soon as Clint had done counting down Katie raised the glass to her mouth and chugged, draining it in 4 seconds flat before turning it upside down on top of her head. Natasha wasn’t even half way through hers before she groaned and set her glass down, trying to supress a burp.

Steve couldn’t help but look at her, his mouth falling open.

"What?” she laughed, shrugging as the Captain exchanged a look with Clint “I spent 3 years at University, drinking with boys…”

“Yeah well I’ll stick to Vodka…” Nat said, shaking her head “Fancy that as a challenge?”

“Not a chance.” Katie said, “Although Cap could…”

“He could, but he won’t” Steve said sternly shooting her a look “Because it wouldn’t be fair…”

Katie rolled her eyes pouting.

“You do know I’m Russian, right.” Nat said, leaning back “I was practically weaned on the stuff…”

“Yes, I know that, but I can't get drunk." Steve shrugged “my metabolism burns it off too fast.”

“Cap…” Clint sighed, shaking his head “That might just be the saddest thing I have ever heard.”

“Even sadder than when you heard you were shipping off to guard Thor’s hammer?” Nat asked

Clint considered this for a moment “Hmmmm. Maybe the same level of sadness at learning I was about to head to Butt-fuck America for an undefined amount of time, yes.”

Steve choked into his beer. Besides him Katie laughed.

"That's a bit harsh," he said as Clint snorted and shook his head.

"Cap. I'm serious. It was legit in the middle of the fucking desert. Nothing for miles."

“What happened to that one eyed puppy we found?” Katie asked suddenly.

“Err, I took him to some friends.” Clint said “Their kids love him, he’s living the best life.”

Katie and Natasha shared a smile, both understood Friends to mean his family and his own kids.

“Still eating Pizza?” Katie asked.

“Pizza?” Steve asked, frowning. “Who feeds a dog pizza?”

“Well he was a bit like you in that respect. Do anything for a double pepperoni with extra cheese.” Katie nudged him with her elbow

“As long as its New York style…” Steve drained his glass, matter of factly.

“Admit it, you enjoyed it when it took you to Second City” Katie eyed him.

“You been to Seconds?” Clint asked, “Thought you swore you wouldn’t go back after that waiter said he wanted to give you a real slice of Chicago to talk about?”

Natasha snorted “Wish I’d seen that.”

“Trust me…”Clint said, “You don’t. Nova went from zero to full metal jacket in 3 seconds flat. Dragged him over the counter and everything…”

“You didn’t?” Steve glanced at her, although he knew she probably had.

“Look… we had just got back from a week’s stake out in Saudi Arabia…” Katie sighed, shrugging as Clint and Natasha laughed “I was tired and fending off the advances of some greasy, 40 something year old man politely really wasn’t top of my list…”

“Why not? You do it every day to Rumlow” Nat smirked.

At the mention of his name Steve felt his eyes narrow. He hated the way the STRIKE leader blatantly eyed Katie up at every given chance. It was disrespectful.

“Don’t start that again” Katie rolled her eyes.

“He’s not a bad looking guy.” Nat persisted “You could do worse…”

“You like him so much you fuck him!” Katie’s voice was snappy. Romanoff leaned back in her chair, eyeing her over half full glass, smirking.

“Touched a nerve, Stark?”

“No, you’re just talking crap, as usual.” she shot back, standing up. “My round…”

Steve moved so that she could get out and watched her head to the bar.

“Think we need to lay off the whole Rumlow thing…” Clint snorted, turning Nat. “She’s clearly not interested.”

“Tell that to Rumlow” Nat shrugged snorted.

“Well you can’t blame him, she’s a good looking girl.” Clint shrugged

“Yeah but she’s obviously looking for someone a little less…”

“Of an ass hat?” Clint cut in making Steve snort.

“I was gonna say a little more of a gentleman but…if the cap fits…” Nat shrugged and her eyes flashed to Steve and he knew instantly she had aimed that comment at him. Steve sighed and shook his head, shooting her a glare which she shrugged off, in her usual nonchalant way.

But he couldn’t shake it out of his mind. Did she know something he didn’t?

****

A few hours later Clint and Nat decided they’d had enough and left to grab a taxi. When Clint was in town he always stayed with Nat, prompting Steve to wonder if there was anything going on beyond the platonic friendship. He pondered it for a moment, deciding to just ask the question.

“Is there something going on there?” he nodded to the pair as they left.

“No.” Katie said, shaking her head “Absolutely not.”

“How are you so sure?”

“Ok, I’ll tell you, but don’t be pissed I haven’t told you before…” she said, pausing “Clint…he’s married, has 2 kids.”

“What?” Steve choked on his beer.

“They have a place…somewhere, I don’t know exactly but it’s off SHIELD’s books and no one knows bar me, Nat and Fury…”

“Huh…” Steve said, pondering for a moment.

“Look, sorry I didn’t tell you but…”

“It’s ok.” He smiled. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a little bit disappointed she hadn’t told him before, but he understood, she was loyal to a fault. “I get it, he’s your friend.”

“Yeah I know but he’s not my best friend…” she batted her eyelids at him.

“Hmmm, stop buttering me up.”

“Has it worked?”

“Yes.” He said, draining his glass and she grinned “Same again?”

They had a couple more before Katie decided she was one pint away from being drunk and Steve found himself a little bit disappointed she wanted to leave. He was enjoying spending the time with her. It felt different to their usual trips out, she’d been more relaxed than he had seen her in a long time, enjoying the gentle touches she made to his arm and leg when she was teasing him.

“You know, you shouldn’t have told Nat you can’t get drunk and whooped her ass at a vodka necking contest.” she said, linking her arm into his as they headed to the taxi rank.

“Now that would have been dishonest” he smirked. “Surely you’re not saying I should use my enhancement to my advantage in such a situation?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” she nodded.

He laughed, sticking his arm out to hail a cab.

“But then you’re a very honest kinda guy…” she said.

“I have my moments” he turned to face her

“Nah ah, you can’t lie for shit!” she grinned at him.

“No, I can’t lie to you for shit, sweetheart” He said, rolling his eyes “You know me too well.”

“Hmmm, true.” she said, nodding in agreement. The car stopped at the curb and Steve opened the door for her.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Steve asked, not particularly happy she was cabbing back alone, it was times like this he wished he had a car. “I can walk back for my bike…”

“I can handle myself…I’m a trained killer remember?” she said, raising her hands and making gun signs at him with her fingers. He shook his head, smiling.

“You’re an idiot.” He snorted a laugh.

“But you love me!” she grinned, standing on her toes to give him a peck on the cheek. “g’night soldier.”

“Call me when you’re home.” He instructed “And if I ain’t heard from you in 20…” he raised his voice so the cab driver could hear.

She shook her head, smiling as she climbed into the taxi and waved as it pulled off.

*****

It wasn’t long before she was home. She kicked off her boots, flopped down onto her bed and pulled out her phone, better do as Captain Badass said or knowing him he’d turn up and kick the door in.

“So I’m home Old timer…” she said, when he answered and from his sigh she knew he would be rolling his eyes.

“Less of the old” he said, the clinking of cutlery and plates rattling in the background.

“What you doing?” she asked.

“Making food.”

“You can’t cook.” she snorted.

“Yes I can.”

“So why have you never cooked for me?” she asked indignantly, feeling somewhat annoyed that she always did the cooking for the two of them.

“Because you’re better at it.” He said simply “And I've made you grilled cheese before. And soup. Now drink some water and go to sleep.”

“God you’re so bossy.” she grumbled. “Captain Badass…”

“Someone has to be, you’re a law unto yourself.”

“Yah but admit it, I’m awesome.”

“I know you are, I’ve told you before. But if I say it again will you do what I said?”

“Maybe, probably…definitely maybe” she said, shrugging to herself.

“Then you’re awesome. Goodnight doll.”

“Night Stevie.”

On that he cut the call, placing his phone down on the counter as he thought back over the day, waiting for his food to heat. For the first time in a long time he actually felt completely at ease. Ease with his life both in and out of work.

Up until a few weeks ago it had still felt slightly confusing, and it still did with the STRIKE team sometimes. At first he had been tentative, not trying to step on Rumlow’s toes but that had quickly subsided and the two of them had fallen into a pretty good working relationship. As much as Rumlow could rile him, he knew that the man was good at his job, and Steve was good at his. He was the tactician, Rumlow organised the troops. But sometimes, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Sometimes he feels interest, but it was often coloured by the lingering disillusionment that they were merely humouring him as the blue eyed all American hero he had been painted to be.

But never once had he felt like that with Katie.

And then his apartment seemed to blur in front of him, causing him to realise this went way beyond some daft crush. He was really falling in deep. The heat travelled up his chest into his neck and he felt his palms become sweaty. He dropped his arms to wipe them on his jeans as the fizzy feeling left his body, but stayed by him, swirling around until he could practically hear it. This really, really wouldn’t do. She was his friend, a work colleague…the daughter of one of his friends from the 40s…and then there was Peggy.

Not for the first time Steve delved into the reasons he'd been drawn to Katie, comparing her to Peggy. Both women had strong personalities, an unwavering sense of justice and ethics, a deep well of compassion, loyalty, and the air of authority that put more than one man in his place, including himself. They were both incredibly beautiful, filled with passion, devotion and ambition…

Abandoning his food, his appetite lost completely he threw the remains into the bin and headed into his bedroom, intending to do what he did best when it came to women.

Stick his head in the sand and hope to God it all went away.

Meanwhile, Katie was going through her own bedtime routine, shedding her clothes and pulling on a pair of pyjamas before collapsing into her pillow, thinking about what a good day it had been. She hadn’t disgraced herself at the contest, had a good evening in the pub afterwards, and to top it off Fury and Steve had actually backed her in said contest.

At the thought of Steve she smiled to herself. It was kind of nice to have him looking out for her, even if he was a bossy bastard about drinking water. Which reminded her, she needed some. Heading to the kitchen she grabbed a glass, filled it, and then made her way back to bed, this time snuggling down under the covers.

And it wasn’t just the way he cared, it was the way he was so comfortable with her. The gentle touches to her arm and lower back, the fact he called her doll or sweetheart. The smile that he flashed her that could light up his entire face, and those eyes…those god damned beautiful eyes that could drown her in seconds…

Her stomach was suddenly crawling with those damned butterflies, the same ones she had been feeling on or off around him now since Thanksgiving. And they fluttered from her stomach to her chest. It was getting harder and harder to ignore them now, she had feelings for Captain fucking America. Her dad’s friend, her best friend...

Groaning, she rolled over and shoved her head into the pillows. She was utterly fucked.

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Biker Part Seven- Bucky Barnes Series

7/10 This is part seven of my Biker Bucky series. The previous parts can be found on my masterlist, as will the other parts once they come out!

Elizabeth had woken up cuddled against Bucky on his couch, the two of them covered with a gray blanket that laid on the back of the couch normally. She had stayed and had breakfast with Bucky before he drove her to her home where she had showered and changed before doing some housework. Around eleven Clint showed up to drive her to lunch.

“You sure you don’t want anything Clint?” Elizabeth asked as they pulled up across the street from the restaurant.

“I’m fine, just make sure to get something on the patio so I can see you.” Elizabeth smiled.

“Anne is already out on the patio.” Elizabeth climbed out of the car and made her way towards her friend. “Anne.” She grinned seeing the women that was once her neighbor.

“Liz.” The two hugged before sitting down and catching up. After their lunch arrived, Elizabeth glanced back to check on Clint, whom nodded at her. “Who’s that?” Anne asked noticing Elizabeth glance at Clint.

“Oh uh,” Elizabeth was cut off by a man sitting at the table with them, a man she knew well. “Rumlow.” Elizabeth stated.

“Elizabeth, it’s a pleasure. Introduce me to your lovely friend.” Brock looked at Anne who looked between the two.

“Brock, this is Anne, Anne, Brock. Now how dumb are you Rumlow? A public meeting, with me of all people? In Brooklyn of all places?” She asked leaning back in her chair. “Now tell me exactly what it is you want because I guarantee once James finds out that you’re here, you’re a dead man.” She stated with a smirk before looking to Anne. “Don’t mind us Anne, we’ll only be a minute.” Elizabeth glanced to look for Clint but had noticed he was knocked out in the backseat of the car.

“Sorry, the bodyguard wasn’t part of the plan. He’ll be fine, killer headache. And sadly, both Rogers and Barnes are, let’s say, in a meeting with some of my men.” Rumlow leaned over the table closer to Elizabeth. “Didn’t know Barnes would be so protective of you and send you with a bodyguard.” Rumlow stated as Elizabeth laughed.

“You really think he’d let me out alone, Rumlow? James is anything but dumb.”

“Here’s what you’re going to do for me. You’re gonna tell Barnes that I want him and his organization out of Queens, out of New York really.” He stated.

“Yeah, and why would I do that Brock? And you think James would listen to you, or me for that matter?” She asked which caused Rumlow to laugh. “I couldn’t get the man to commit to marrying me, much less what you want. And you think James hasn’t been informed of you showing up? Just cause you found Clint doesn’t mean there weren’t two more behind him, hidden here before you showed up.”

“If you don’t tell him to leave town, well, things will get messy, for all of you, including sweet Anne, here.” Rumlow looked to Anne before standing up and leaving. Elizabeth waited for him to walk away.

“What the hell was that?” Anne asked as Elizabeth stood.

“I’ll explain in the car, come on Anne.” Elizabeth grabbed Anne’s arm and pulled her to the SUV that she and Clint had driven. Once both were in the car and Elizabeth checked on Clint she began heading towards the bar whilst trying to call Bucky.

‘This is Barnes, leave a message’

“I swear to fucking god Buck, if you don’t answer your damn phone I’m going to kill you myself.” Elizabeth hung up and tried calling three more times whilst driving through Brooklyn, she attempted to call Steve too, but the same thing happened before deciding to call Natasha.

“Hey Liz, what’s up?” Natasha answered after the second ring.

“Something happened with Rumlow at the bar. I need you to meet Peggy to get the kids and then the same with Laura, take them to the safehouse. We’ll be there as soon as we can.”

“You got it. You good?”

“I will be when I find Bucky.” Elizabeth hung up before calling Peggy.

“Liz, it’s the middle of the day, I’m at work.” Peggy answered the phone even though she was in the middle of teaching a class.

“You need to get the kids. Nat is going to meet you out front, Call Laura, tell her you and Nat will meet her at the shop and then you’re getting the kids and going to the safe house.” Elizabeth stated as she neared the bar.

“Liz, what’s happening? Why didn’t Steve call?”

“I can’t get ahold of him or Buck. Rumlow, something happened with Hydra okay? Just take the kids, get to the safe house with Laura, do not open the door for anyone but Steve, Buck, Clint, or I. I’ll call Nat once I find Steve and Buck. Be safe.” Elizabeth hung up and glanced at Anne who was freaking out. “Anne, I’m sorry to drag you into this.”

“I uh, thought you were just a nurse.”

“I am, but I’m also the girlfriend, if that’s what we wanna call it, of the leader of a biker gang. A gang that basically runs New York.” She stated as the pulled into the parking lot of the bar. She noticed immediately that the lot was empty except for four lone bikes, all of which she knew. “I need you to help me get Clint inside.” The two carried Clint inside together and left him lying on the pool table, Anne standing beside him as Elizabeth grabbed a que stick and moved towards the back room where she found Sam and Thor both knocked out just outside of it. She checked their pulse before entering the back room she noticed both Steve and Bucky bruised, but no longer unconscious.

“Sweets.” Bucky and Steve had drawn their weapons when they heard her coming.

“Bucky.” Elizabeth dropped the stick and moved towards where he was standing, well barely standing. Throwing her arms around him and hiding her face in his shoulder. “Your phone kept going to voicemail, I was worried.” Elizabeth looked him over. “You good?”

“I’m good, just got hit in the head with a gun.” Bucky shrugged as Elizabeth glanced at Steve.

“I’m good too Lizzie. Thor and Sam?” Steve asked.

“They’re fine, just knocked out. Rumlow’s guys didn’t kill anyone. They took out Clint too, Rumlow showed up for lunch. He wants you guys out of town, said things will get messy if you don’t leave.” Elizabeth didn’t let go of Bucky as she talked.

“I need to get Peggy.”

“Nat’s already got her and the kids, I sent Laura too. They’re gonna be fine, we’ll meet them there.” Elizabeth looked back at Bucky. “But my friend Anne, Rumlow talked in front of her, she’s in this now.” Bucky and Steve looked to each other.

“We’ll all take a few days at the safe house and figure things out. We got some scouts who can look out. I’ll call Tony, he’ll have his eyes on the web to see if Rumlow tries anything.” Steve stated.

“I’ll call Scott, see what he can get us for groundwork.” Bucky stated. “Can you check on our three that are knocked out?”

“You got it.” Elizabeth rested her hand against Bucky’s cheek before the two men headed to their offices to make calls whilst Elizabeth grabbed a few bottles of cold water from the mini fridge before dumping them on Sam and Thor.

“What the fuck.” Sam groaned sitting up.

“What happened?” Thor asked as he shot up.

“You both got knocked out.” Elizabeth shrugged. “Ice your heads.” She moved out of the room and found Clint sitting up on the pool table while Anne tried to give him a few aspirin. “He won’t take that Anne. Clint here hates pills. Worst patient I ever had.” Elizabeth examined his neck which was now bruised from being suffocated. “Lucky they didn’t kill you.” She said handing him a bottle of water. “Sent Laura and the kids to the safe house. We’re all heading up there in a few, Steve and Buck are putting some things together here to find out how Rumlow got in.” Clint nodded.

“I’m more concerned on how the fuck he got passed Hawkeye.” Bucky’s voice came from the door of the back room. “Or how he got knocked out and left my girl unprotected.” Bucky moved towards them as Clint jumped off the pool table.

“Who’s that?” Anne asked leaning towards Elizabeth.

“James, my boyfriend.” Elizabeth said softly.

“Bucky, they snuck up on me, they had to have been watching to know my,”

“Moves? How you operate? Yeah Barton, trust me, you’re predictable. Maybe it’s time we cut you loose,”

“James, enough, this wasn’t Clint’s fault, you know that. It could have been anyone and Rumlow would have done the same thing. Don’t be a hard-ass.” Elizabeth stepped towards him. “Clint did nothing wrong, he was outnumbered and in the city, he couldn’t very well have done anything without incriminating himself.”

“We’re set!” Steve called from the back room.

“Barton, you’re with Steve. Sam is with us. Thor, call Loki, get his ear to the ground, see what you guys can find out.” Bucky stated. “Anne, nice to meet you, I’m James. We’re all going on a trip for a few days, and don’t worry we have clothes for you.” Anne looked at Bucky and stepped back before looking at Elizabeth whilst shaking her head.

“I, no, I didn’t sign up for this.”

“Anne.” Elizabeth stepped towards her. “It’s gonna be fine, James and Steve will take care of us, don’t worry about it, you’re safe.” Elizabeth looked back at Bucky. “Come on, lets go. I’ll call Nat.” Elizabeth looked towards Anne again before leading her out of the building. “Nat.” Elizabeth spoke as Natasha answered the phone.

“Is everyone good?”

“Yeah, all fine, little banged up, but fine. We’ll be leaving here in a minute. Gotta drop the bikes at the shops then we’ll be on our way. Let Peg and Laura know that Steve and Clint are fine.” Elizabeth spoke with Natasha for another minute before the two hung up.

On the five hour trip to the safe house, Elizabeth sat in the backseat for the first half with Anne before she and Sam began talking. At the halfway mark, Bucky pulled the car over to fill the tank up.

“Alright, Sam we’re switching spots.” Elizabeth stated to the gap tooth man whom sat in the front seat. The two switched seats and Bucky rolled his eyes at them as Elizabeth climbed over into the seat.

“You’re a child.” Bucky stated as they began driving again. “Call Adam, tell him I’m taking you on a weekend trip.” Bucky said glancing over at Elizabeth whom nodded and did as told before turning the radio on. Sam and Anne continued talking in the background whilst Elizabeth leaned her head against the window of the SUV. After a half hour Bucky had glanced over before reaching and taking her hand in his, causing the two to make eye contact before pretending it wasn’t happening.

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Undercover - Chapter 4

Undercover: A Winterhawk Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count: 1507

Rating: E

Square filled: @marvelfluffbingo - rescue mission

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, action, blood, wounds

Synopsis: You go on an undercover mission with your boyfriend Bucky and Clint Barton. When you and Clint have to pretend you’re in a relationship feelings become confused.

Chapter 4

Bucky lowered Clint to the ground. He didn’t panic very often. When he was in mission mode he always detached slightly. Not enough to feel out of control, but enough that he could get the job done without constantly triggering to his past traumas. He was strict and cold and lacking emotion. He did what needed to be done.

Now he was only emotion. Guilt. Fear. Inadequacy. You were gone. Clint was bleeding out in his arms. There was a guy crawling into a car to get away that he needed for questioning purposes. He could hear sirens and his sniper rifle was still on the roof of the building opposite. He was frozen not sure what to do.

“We gotta move,” Clint said in a choked voice. “Now.”

Bucky blinked and shook his head to clear it. “Keep pressure on that wound.” He said and got up, hoisting Clint over his shoulder. Clint made a pained whine, but cut it off quickly as Bucky moved. He ran quickly to the guy who was now pulling himself up into the car and grabbed him by the collar. He knew that there were witnesses. He could see them taking pictures of him out of office windows and poking their heads out of doors. It didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was stopping Clint from bleeding out and finding you.

He carried both men as quickly as he could, throwing them into the back of the van. “How are you doing, Clint?” He asked.

Clint nodded. “Not gonna die immediately.”

Bucky grabbed the medkit and brought it over. He had planned to patch him up but Clint snatched it from his hands. “We can’t stay here. Move.”

It took all of his self-control to do, but Bucky moved into the front seat and started the car. He grabbed his comms and called Hill. She answered on the second buzz.

“Barnes, what kind of mess are you all in?” She said, not even taking a moment to say hello.

“Everything’s gone wrong. Hawkeye’s been shot. Agent 43 has been taken. You need to let the local authorities know this was an operation and not to try and find us. I have someone to question. Also, I’ve abandoned my sniper rifle. Someone’s gonna need to go and get it.” Bucky said and then rattled off the address of the building he’d left the gun at.

“What the fuck? I’m going to send in back up. If the hawk is that injured…”

“No.” Clint croaked. “We can do this.”

“Tough. I’m calling in Widow. Don’t do anything dumb until she can get there.” Hill said before disconnecting the call.

Bucky drove the van back to their hideout and carried both Clint and his prisoner inside. Clint had put gauze on his gunshot wound but it had bled through by the time they reached the apartment. Bucky cuffed the prisoner to the radiator and went to Clint.

“Jesus.” Bucky, hissed as the pulled the gauze off. “Fuck, maybe we should have just taken you to the hospital.”

“No, we gotta get her back. None of my organs were hit. You can do this.” He said.

“How do you know none of your organs were hit?” Bucky said getting the much more complete medkit they had in the room.

“I know what that feels like.” Clint hissed. “Just get the bullet out and stitch me up.”

Bucky knew field medicine. He could do this shit in his sleep. Given his life as the soldier, you could argue he had done this shit in his sleep. Sometimes to himself. Seeing Clint wince and bite down into his own fist as Bucky did this though - it hurt. He hated seeing Clint like this. He hated that he was causing him pain. He hated that you were missing. He was this whole mess of emotions and he couldn’t get them to align. He didn’t know if his old crush was bubbling up. His fear of being the blame for losing you both. Just the fact that he thought you were both going to die. Or what. But he had a strong urge to kiss Clint and tell him how sorry he’d been for being such a huge idiot.

He didn’t, though and the fact he’d even thought it, scared him.

“My hero,” Clint said as Bucky put the gauze back in place over his stitches.

“You okay? Sorry if that hurt.” Bucky said.

“Didn’t hurt as much as being shot in the first fucking place,” Clint said. “You put trackers on the car?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Alright, you question him,” Clint said. “I’ll see where they ended up.”

You woke up slowly, your head throbbing. You knew you were in trouble but your head was swimming so much you had trouble doing anything except raise your head.

“She’s awake.”

The male voice was harsh and way too loud. You moved your head to look at him, but the room spun and before you were able to focus someone was gripping your jaw and yanking your head back to face them.

“You think we don’t know the Avengers when we see them? How fucking stupid do you think we are?”

You blinked your eyes slowly and Davis’ features slowly became clear. “Pretty fucking stupid if you brought me here.”

“You think they will find you here? No one has been able to find this place.” He said. “Besides. You won’t be here long. We’re going to send a message to your friends using your body.”

You laughed. It was quite hysterical and you couldn’t quite get it under control. “Oh my god, you have the biggest death wish of anyone I’ve ever met. And I know a guy who jumps out of planes with no parachute.”

“After what we do to you. They wouldn’t dare.” He said and pulled a knife from his belt. He ran it up the inside of your thigh.

“Can I ask you a question?” You said.

“You hoping I’ll monologue?” He said.

You chuckled and shook your head. “How long was I out for?”

“A little over three hours.” He said.

You bit back a laugh. “And why didn’t you do - whatever it was you planned to do to me - while I was out? Needed me to feel it or something?”

“Something like that.” He said, laughing darkly.

You laughed out loud and shook your head. “Men. So fucking weak.” You said. He snarled and slapped you in the face making lights pop behind your eyes.

“I’ll show you weak, you stupid slut.” He seethed.

“Uh huh. And what will you show them?” You said.

He turned around just in time to let the arrow that had flown through the air hit him in the chest instead of the back, he stumbled back into you and you flipped both of you backward, spun and used your chair to hit two of the goons who had been standing beside him.

The room erupted in chaos. Bullets and arrows were flying everywhere. You managed to break the chair into several pieces and used the two that were still attached to you via the handcuffs as improvised batons to fight the people around you on your way to cover.

The fight was over quickly though. When the two people on your side are both expert marksmen it doesn’t take too long to take care of a dozen would be crime lords who just lucked in on alien tech one day.

When all that was left was a few men begging for mercy Bucky and Clint both ran over to you at once. Bucky pulled you into a tight hug and Clint wrapped himself around you from behind. “Holy shit. I was so scared.” Bucky whispered against your ear.

“It’s okay. You got me.” You whispered back.

The three of you just stood there like that, letting the adrenaline leave your system. “Okay. Calling in the cleanup.” Bucky said pulling back.

You turned and looked Clint over running your hand down his side. “Holy shit. Holy shit. I thought you were dead.”

“Take more than that to kill me,” Clint said. “Besides, your boyfriend is surprisingly dexterous.”

“He is isn’t he? I’m very lucky.” You joked making Clint snort laugh.

You turned back to Bucky and watched as he went about cuffing people and checking their wounds. He looked up at you with an expression that looked suspiciously like guilt. You guessed that you’d be having one of those conversations about how it wasn’t his fault while you were waiting for extraction.

Clint tapped you on the shoulder. “Okay agent, let’s see if we can’t do something about those cuffs. Then I think I’m gonna have to pass out. I am in a very large amount of pain and I think I popped the stitches.”

You turned on him and shook your head. “Jesus, Barton. Sit down. Let me see what I can do.”

He collapsed against a wall and you started to patch him up again. This whole mission had been a disaster, but you had found the complete supply of alien weaponry. You wondered as you restitched Clint’s wound how much trouble the three of you were going to be in.

// NEXT

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[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 13

I’m back! Took a little break to watch Rebellion, mostly recovered from that so I can return to watching this light-hearted tale of whimsy and hahaha no. Onwards with Brotherhood!

Episode 13 - “Beasts of Dublith” Izumi’s talking about Ed seeing “it” and surviving. Ooh, do we get info on Truth this episode? [Izumi]: “Regardless, I can’t accept the decision you made. You’re expelled.” What?! Teacher turns away, tells them to get on a train. Ed just bows and thanks her for everything. ...wow, I’d forgotten how hard this show can hit. Huh, same intro? I thought this was the halfway point of the season, don’t animes usually switch things up at this point? ...at the very least, I’d like them to change the into so I don’t have to see Hughes again at the beginning of each episode YES I’M STILL BITTER. Sig’s seeing them off at the station, saying they should drop by if they’re ever in town again. Sorry buddy, but I don’t thin- [Sig]: “You idiots! You’re so busy pouting you can’t see what your expulsion means; You aren’t her students anymore, so now you’re finally free to speak to Izumi as equals!” Oh. Ohhhh. Ok, so that was her way of ‘graduating’ them. I can see it. [Sig]: “Unless, of course, you’re too chicken to try it.” Suddenly Ed facepalms? There’s something you forgot to do? I thought the point of the trip was to visit your old Teacher. [Sig]: “Don’t let her kill you.” ...Gee, thanks for the advice. Ed gets back to the butcher shop GAH good thing Ed’s quick enough to duck knives. Izumi is not happy to see him again. But the Elric Brothers say that they’ve come looking for a way to get their bodies back, and that they are staying. A staredown commences.

Izumi… relents? Huh, I thought she would have kept this up until you stopped calling her Teacher. Time to talk about “the Truth”! Al didn’t see it, doesn’t even really know what it means. Izumi says he lost his memory from the shock… oh! Yeah, if the cost of what Ed saw was his leg, for Al to lose his entire body as the “toll”? Oh good grief you two, stop talking about how “awful” and “horrifying” it was, you’re scaring the kid. Izumi’s got a lead in an acquaintance who might be able to retrieve the memory. But first, dinner! Eavesdropper! We’ve got a Gollum taking a peek in the window, confirming that Ed can transmute human souls. Oh wow that’s a tail, is this guy part-Gecko? Back at Eastern Command, some old guy with bifocals is playing chess with Roy, expositing that he’s transferring in one week. (Subtitles say) General Grumman is giving the standard platitudes of “it won’t be the same without you”, “I got to relax thanks to your hard work”, ect ect. Hmm, noting that his glasses are consistently shiny, not a good sign. Ooh, that was a flinch, and yup, checkmate. Good job Roy! Grumman plays it off as a “going away gift”, Roy presses this charitable mood. Hello there, Master Sergeant Kain Fuery. Gotta be honest here, I’m still holding the loss of Fuhrer Fury against you, here’s hoping you can be a good enough character to overcome that bias. We’ve also got Warrant Officer Vato Falman, Second Lieutenant Heymans Breda, Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc-

No, not that Jean. And First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye as well. Seems that Roy’s added them to his own transfer, they’ll join him in Central. No objections! [Havoc]: “I’ve got a problem, sir. See, I just started dating this girl and I really like her.” [Roy]: “Dump her.” Wow. Remind me not to go to Roy for relationship advice. What is it you see in this guy again, Riza? Cut to some dude working out with a crude dumbbell. Oh hey it’s Scar! How’s it going buddy? Apparently he’s not supposed to be working out, the Ishvalan kid Rick chides him for aggravating his wounds. He opens the tent for someone else, and Scar looks shocked? [Scar]: “Master!” Ooh, a parallel episode! The Elrics and Scar working with their old teachers! I like these! Master’s talking with Scar now, saying he knows that his student’s been targeting State Alchemists. But regardless of their crimes, such vengeance will only cause further violence. Senseless revenge, feeding a fruitless cycle of death? Man this Master pulls no punches. He tells Scar to end this cycle once and for all- Suddenly two non-Ishvalans poke their heads into the tent, identify Scar and start talking about a bounty. Uh oh. Either Scar’s gonna ignore his Master, or we’ll find out why this guy is called Master even in the subtitles. Third guy is hiding behind some rubble, Ishvalan bystanders yell at Yoki for bringing bounty hunters. Man, another whiny Elric antagonist? Oh yeah, I’m sure that you’ll “rise up” and take your revenge. Total faith in you buddy. Off-topic, do you mind telling me when you plan to face them? I want to know when so I can sell tickets I mean show my support. Scar realizes that he’ll only bring more trouble, however irritating, if he stays there. Yyyyeah, you bounty hunters had no idea who you were messing with. One dismembering and face-grab later, Scar doesn’t even bother with Yoki, just dons sunglasses once more.

Master tries one more guilt-trip (“Your brother would be sad”), we get a dramatic zoom at Scar’s tattooed arm. Scar just says it’s too late to turn back now, and walks off.

Al’s sweeping outside the butcher shop when a ball of paper’s thrown at his feet. A note from Gecko-Man, Bido? Oh wow a place called “Devil’s Nest”, I’m sure it’s a quite reputable business. Some guys sniffs and jumps down to join Bido and a lady in the street, to greet Al as he walks up. A meeting? Ooh, did you guys try to blackmail Al? This can only end well. Nose-Man (Dolcetto) tries to get Al to come with them, one “Ooh, I’m just a widdle kid” act later… Uh oh! So while Dolcetto went down like a punk, Tatoo-Lady (Martel) took the advantage to get inside Al’s armor, slow him down for an older guy (Roa) to show up for a turn and wrestle the armor to the ground. [Al]: “You people aren’t human, are you?” No, really? What gave it away, the guy with a giant gecko tail? [Greed]: “Good guess! They’re Chimeras… And they happen to work for me.” Wait, Greed? Aw crap it’s another Goth! The Terminator from the intro, no less! So Al’s in some sort of basement now, Martel still keeping him controlled from inside the armor while Greed is starting some sort of pitch. So wait, how is Greed connected to the rest of the Goths? I can see he has the Uroboros tattoo on his hand like the others, but I’m getting a different vibe from him. Al asks what they really are, they can’t be Chimera’s because the only “talking Chimera” we’ve seen before was something I really don’t want to remember. Greed just says to not believe everything the government says. Martel’s part-snake, Roa was… cow? Ok. Throw in a lizard (still gonna call him gecko), a crocodile, and a dog. Man, Dolcetto’s not having a good time this episode. As for how these Human-Chimeras are possible, Greed says that they were created by the military. But he’s even more uncommon than they are: he’s a Homunculus. Wait, a Homunculus? Are you sure you’re using the right term there? I can understand Chimera, a mix of species, but my understand of Homunculi is that they’re mini-humans, basically familiars. Oh ok, so apparently the definition of a Homunculus in Brotherhood is a more general “artificially created human”. Flashback to Baby!Elrics studying alchemy, raising the point that yeah that’s Human Transmutation isn’t it? Al is really upset by this claim, saying that it’s just an unproven theory. So Greed says he’ll prove it SWEET LETO WHAT THE TRUTH ok Roa just went Thor on Greed’s skull, the corpse falls. But Al barely has time to ask what the heck that was for when the body raises a hand in a “wait a moment” gesture, and red sparks fly as Greed reforms good as new. Huh. So we’ve already know that the Goths are hard to put down (knife to the forehead), but to completely regenerate after your brain is splattered? Yeah, this is gonna be tough. So, back to why they’ve captured Al? Oh, that’s why? Sure Greed’s got a body that can recover from normally fatal injuries, but he still “dies”. Meanwhile, he’s got a moving, talking suit of armor right here! A body that never dies… Now this is really interesting, looking at two concepts of immortality: a regenerating organic form, or an unchanging metal form. Transhumanism, ho! Still, I don’t think that this is a form of “immortality” that you want, Greed. You want the finer things in life? Get yourself stuck in armor like Al, and you lose your sense of touch and taste. And you don’t strike me as the kind of guy who’s willing to give those up. Greed’s pushing to know how Al got his soul in the armor, Al truthfully says that he can’t remember how and that it wasn’t him who did it. So Greed’s gonna have to talk to the original caster. [Ed]: “Now where’d a seven-foot tall suit of armor run off to?” Bido tries to make Ed pay to know where his brother is. Bido gets used to open the basement door. Al tells Ed that Greed’s a Homunculus (“Hey! Way to ruin it.”), and that he might be able to help them with their body problem. But Greed shows off his Uroboros tattoo, which he has to know that Ed recognizes. Greed says that “they don’t talk much anymore.” A falling out? Greed makes his pitch: He’ll teach them how to make a Homunculus (to transfer their souls to?), if they teach him how to transfer a soul. “Classic equivalent exchange.” EEC: 8 Finally, I get to update that count! Given how much the phrase made Tephi snicker I thought I’d be hearing it more often, best I can tell the last time was… ugh, Tucker. Moving on. Well of course you don’t understand why Al would want his body back, Greed. You don’t know the limitations. [Greed]: “You’re joking, right? You don’t need to eat, you don’t need to sleep, you don’t even need to use the toilet! Sounds great to me!” Yup. Ed’s pissed. Greed can only applaud his monologue. There you go Dolcetto, go ahead and get Worfed. But Greed puts up much more of a fight, going into the terminator mode from the intro, blocking all of Ed’s attacks as an Ultimate Shield. So Ed’s basically fighting MGR’s Armstrong, then? “Homunculus, son!” [Greed]: “Oh. You’re one of those guys. You don’t care if someone beats the crap out of you, but if someone lays a hand on a family member you completely freak out. What a waste… you lose your temper like this and you’re gonna lose my information and your brother.” But Ed thinks he still has a chance. Until Greed shows that he was holding back so he didn’t have to cover up his pretty face. Sig’s found the dropped broom, evidence that the boys have gone missing. Because Leto forbid they skip out on their chores and invoke Izumi’s wrath. A passerby says they were seen going into a bar called the Devil’s Nest. In said bar, Ed is [SUFFERING IN PAIN], literally breaking his automail on Greed and getting thrown around. But he has a plan? Oh yeah, Alchemy! He shorts out Greed’s Ultimate Shield to bust up his organic hand, Greed grows it back quickly and remarks that that was bizarre. Another attack, and stalagmites to the chest! Chemistry for the win! Since Greed told Ed that he was human, Ed knew that a third of his body was made of carbon. He figured that Greed was using that to make his shield, just rearranging the atoms. So all Ed had to do was rearrange them right back, graphite instead of diamond. Alright! Big Letodamn Hero entrance by Izumi! Who throws a mook at Ed and yells at him for not putting the broom away. [Greed]: “Oh give me a break. Don’t tell me you’re going to try and start anything, lady. It’s no fun fighting a woman.”

Time for Housewife Beatdown! *credits* ...Damn it!

#wmtw #where my twin watches #ranubis #full metal alchemist #full metal alchemist brotherhood #fmab #fmab 13

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goldenavenger02 · 5 years

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Irondad Bingo 4: Trope: Superfamily

"When's Dad gonna be back?" A 14 year old Peter asked as he shoved a spoonful of Frosted Flakes into his mouth trying to beat the clock while Steve flipped through the newspaper.

"He'll be back tomorrow afternoon. And take smaller bites, Petey." He insisted, not even looking up from the paper.

"Okay." Peter insisted, taking the last bite before looking up at the clock. "Shit! I'm gonna be late!"

"Language!" Steve shouted as his son scrambled to the sink, put his bowl in, and came back in, giving him a hug while picking up his backpack.

"Love you, Pops. See you later."

And in a flash, he was out the door, most likely running to catch up with the bus.

••••••••••••

When Peter returned home, he planned on relaxing, maybe doing some homework, but then his Pops came in with worry on his face, which concerned the teen as he walked toward him.

"Is Dad okay?"

"He's fine. I need you to suit up though. We need your help for a mission."

Peter nodded, and went straight up to his room to change into his suit, grinning ear to ear as he changed.

"If Pops needs my help, it's really serious, or he can't get in contact with Dad. Both of which are not good. Spider-Man, New York Hero."

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, Peter, but Mr. Rogers still needs you and fast."

"Sorry, Karen. I'm just excited." Peter insisted as he went back downstairs and followed his father to the Quin-Jet, sitting down beside his dad.

"Are you doing the debriefing or am I?" Natasha asked as she sharpened one of her knives, which made Peter grateful that he wasn't on the wrong end of it, but then she looked him in the eyes. "Baron Strucker, a former SHIELD agent, broke in with a security code, and stole several artifacts, including vibranium. We need to find him and get our supplies back using any force necessary."

Peter nodded, and the fear started to set in. This was his first real mission with the Avengers, and if he messed up, someone could die. And that was not ideal for him.

The jet landed about twenty minutes later outside of a small base, and immediately several security guards came out with large guns, and the group started attacking them.

Peter immediately webbed onto a large tree and started webbing guys up from above, making sure not to web the guns in with the ropes, and he could hear yelling and shouting all around him, causing panic to start rising up as he kept webbing guys up from above.

'Just breathe, Peter. Calm down.' He told himself, and finished webbing up the guys running toward him, so he climbed down from the tree, and started looking around at what was unfolding around him.

Natasha was beating people up left and right, Hawkeye wasn't anywhere to be seen, but an occasional arrow would fly into someone every now and then, he didn't see Banner or Hulk anywhere, but maybe that was a good thing, and he turned around to see his Pops fighting a few guys, and that's when he saw it.

Baron Strucker was quietly approaching behind his father with a large pistol drawn, and ready to fire.

Peter ran toward him, grabbing his father and tackling him to the ground, with a large "Bang!" Filling the air.

Everything stopped for a second. He was on the ground, arms wrapped around his father, who was also on the ground, Natasha had taken Strucker down and was restraining him and then everything came rushing back to full speed.

A burning pain came flooding him, and caused him to cry out, which immediately made Steve freak out as he adjusted and propped Peter up against him.

Then Peter looked down, and saw the blood.

"Petey, eyes up here." Steve insisted as he gently turned his masked face toward his, meeting his eyes with his. "Don't look at it. Just look at me."

"I't burns..." Peter whimpered as he curled up against Steve, trying to breathe a little better. "M-make it stop..."

"We will, bud. It's gonna be okay." Steve insisted, as he gently put an arm under Peter's legs, and the other behind his back, before lifting him up, which only made the pain ten times worse. "It's okay, Petey. I've got you."

Natasha came over, gently curling Peter's fingers around a few towels, before telling Steve.

"Helen and Tony are waiting for us at medical. We've gotta get this to clot a bit once we get back on the jet. You okay?"

"I will be once he's okay." Steve insisted, feeling Peter drift off in his arms. "Peter, you have to stay awake. Listen to me, alright ?"

"S-sorry, Pops... I'm s-sorry I'm not s-strong enough..."

"Are you kidding? You took a bullet without hesitating. When you grow up, you're gonna be the strongest out of all of us."

"T-thanks, Pops..." Peter trailed off, before going limp in his arms, which caused Steve to start holding pressure on the wound while running to the jet, praying for his son to just hold on.

•••••••••••••

As soon as they reached the compound, Peter was whisked away to medical, still unconscious, and Steve was about to head straight there, but then he met the angry eyes of his husband.

"What the hell were you thinking?! Bringing our-my 14 year old son on a dangerous mission. He could've been killed! And he's still not out of the woods."

"I'm sorry, but I was desperate, and you were out of town. We needed the help, and he did a good job."

"He was shot, Steve!"

"At least I'm giving him a chance! You're sending him on all these baby missions, and he just wants to prove himself!"

"I don't want him dead!" Tony shouted, his face almost bright red, but, he stopped, and sat down, putting his head in his hands and sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm just worried about him."

"I am too." Steve insisted, sitting beside his husband and putting a hand on his shoulder. "But we both know a bullet isn't gonna take him without a hell of a fight."

"Aren't you the one who is always telling Pete to watch his language?" Tony smirked as he looked back up at him, meeting a small smirk back.

"I grew up during the 20's and 30's. Trust me, I know a lot worse then hell."

"I know that, you've said it in the bedroom."Tony joked, before his expression turned serious again, and he looked down at his watch, feeling worry consume his every thought.

#peter parker #tony stark #steve Rogers #baron striker #natasha romantic #*romanoff #I've never written Steve before so I'm sorry if this sucks #irondad bingo 2019

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danijimenezv · 6 years

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A Spooky Kind of Love

Prompt/Summary: Old Mansion

Pairing: Winterhawk x reader

Warnings: Jump scare, kinda. Clint’s an ass. A few swear words

Word Count: 4924 words

A/N: I wrote this for Kari’s Marvelous Halloween Challenge ( @until-theend-oftheline ). I’m tagging some new people, so if you didn’t want to be tagged in this, please let me know and I won’t tag you in the future. This is my first time writing Winterhawk, so feedback would be much appreciated!

Y/N plopped down in the middle of the huge bed, her muscles screaming at her from the long day as she finally let herself relax. Pillows were scattered and the duvet was messily thrown to a side, giving the bed the aspect of a nest. She snuggled further into the comfortable mess when she heard the door to the adjacent bathroom opening and closing, and soft footsteps walking over the carpeted floor. When she raised her head to look, she noticed Clint, wearing black sweatpants and a gray shirt, with his hair slightly disheveled, as if he had been napping just before she’d arrived.

“You’re here.” Clint let himself fall on the left side of the bed, right beside her, and pulled her close to him, depositing a single kiss on her forehead.

“Finally.” Y/N sighed, turning fully to one side to face her partner.

“Took you long enough.”

“Sorry, Bruce and I lost track of time in the lab.” she ran her hand up and down his arm, as his hand came to rest on her waist.

They stayed in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, simply cherishing each other’s presence. It had really been a long few days for them, and they hadn’t been able to spend much time with each other. And yeah, they shared a bedroom, but they ended up so exhausted they would skip everything and head straight to bed. Now that it was finally the weekend, Clint was looking forward to spending some quality time with his two favorite people.

“Where’s our grumpy old man?” he asked Y/N.

“I haven’t seen him all day.” Y/N frowned, “But if I had to bet, I’d say he’s probably in the training room, sparring with Steve.”

“You know, Barnes really needs to stop pretending he’s dating Steve. He has us to pay attention to.”

“Why, you jealous?” she teased with a soft smile.

“Pff, no. I’m just saying, people might get confused.”

“Uh-huh.” Y/N giggled and pressed a lazy kiss over his lips, “Would you please go and get him? It’d be nice to finally spend some time the three of us.”

With a string of groans and complaints falling from his lips, Clint got up from his comfortable position on the huge bed. As he stretched out slowly, Y/N rolled on the bed to get a better look at Clint. She made a low hum of appreciation as she watched one of her men with a soft grin on her face. The muscles of his back tensed and relaxed, giving her quite the view, as he exited their shared bedroom.

The cold tiles made Clint shiver as he skipped past the other bedroom doors, where the rest of the team members were minding their own business. At that time of the night, the compound was quiet and with no signs of activity in the common area. Leave it to the two super soldiers to continue their intense training when everyone else had decided to call it a day. Clint rolled his eyes, annoyed, and continued his way down the hallways.

He made sure to skip quickly to the training room, where sure enough, Bucky and Steve were combating each other. Clint leaned on the railing, temporarily distracted by watching Bucky, but after a few minutes of just admiring the view, he decided he’d had enough with just observing and actually claimed his boyfriend back.

“Hey, Cap!” Clint interrupted, causing both men to stop their sparring and look back at him, panting slightly, “You think I could have this old man back for the night? You can always try to swing a punch at his pretty face tomorrow, I promise.”

Steve chuckled softly, placing a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, “Go ahead. He’s all yours.”

“Well, not all mine per se, but I’ll take it.”

With a last pat on his friend’s shoulder, Bucky gathered his phone and towel and jogged back to where Clint was waiting for him. He cleaned the sweat off his face and smiled sheepishly at the blonde guy.

“Hey.” Clint greeted, trying to look annoyed, though he couldn’t help but smile softly at having Bucky so close, “Do you have anything against going to rest early or something? Feels like I’ve been waiting for ages for both of you to get your asses back to our room.”

“Sorry.” Bucky mumbled, “Y/N’s already there?”

“Yeah, she got there some minutes ago. She actually sent me to get you.”

“Sorry, Steve and I lost track of time.”

“That’s exactly what she said too.” Clint huffed, “You two have no regard for our free nights.”

“Don’t be dramatic, Barton.”

Clint laced his hand with the super soldier’s, seeking his warmth, and smiled inwardly as he practically pulled Bucky impatiently to get back to the room. Bucky’s smile matched Clint’s, even as the former spy continued to pretend to be annoyed with him. However, when both men finally got to the room, they found their bed empty, the covers messily thrown to one side, as if to emphasize her absence.

“Didn’t you say Y/N was already here?” Bucky frowned, and Clint groaned loudly.

“She was, about five minutes ago!” he threw his head back and closed his eyes momentarily, “One night. Is that too much to ask?!”

“Maybe she went for a glass of water or something.”

“Oh, I’m gonna kill her.”

“We can go find her.” Bucky suggested, “It’ll take just a few minutes.”

“We? Oh no, no, no. You’re gonna sit right here and stay put, Barnes.” Clint pushed him to the bed, “I’m gonna go find her. And you better be here when we’re back.”

“I will.” he tried to calm his boyfriend.

“I swear, it’s like dealing with children.” Clint grumbled.

“Says the six-year-old trapped inside a grown ass man’s body.” Bucky rolled his blue eyes.

“Shut up, and stay here.” he reminded him, before storming out of the room once again, practically stomping his feet loudly in annoyance.

It wasn’t hard to find Y/N, Clint just had to follow the sound of her giggles that resonated through the halls. As he found himself in the kitchen area, he soon spotted Y/N, sitting on the counter with a glass of milk and a package of cookies in her hands, talking animatedly with Tony. She smiled brightly, her whole demeanor lighting up, as soon as her gaze fell on him, and no matter how hard Clint tried to remain irritated with her, her expression was enough to dissolve his efforts. Though, he still put on a glare on his face, causing her to pout and make the puppy eyes.

“I’m sorry.” she whispered and extended a hand towards him, “Cookie?”

Clint let out a long sigh, accepting the cookie, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Barton.” Tony nodded in his direction in acknowledgment, “I presume you came to get her.”

“Tony.” he greeted back with a nod, before taking the glass of milk from Y/N and taking a gulp, “What were you two up to?”

“Maybe she should tell you.”

“Way to throw me under the bus, Tony.” Y/N glared at the genius.

“Y/N, what is he talking about?”

“Don’t get mad.”

“That’s my line.” Clint pointed out, usually being the one in the relationship to always get in trouble, “But when you start like that, I already know it can’t be good.”

“Tony’s throwing a Halloween party next weekend, and I already promised the three of us will attend.”

“Is it a costume party?”

“No.” Tony rolled his eyes, “Apparently, none of you wanted to wear a costume.”

“Why?” Clint actually looked a bit disappointed at the fact that he wouldn’t dress up this year.

“I’m sure there’ll be other opportunities. Next year, maybe.” Y/N shrugged.

“Whatever.” Tony dismissed, “So, the three of you up for it?”

“Sure.” Y/N answered again.

“Alright, I guess, but you’ll be the one to convince James.” Clint took that responsibility off his own shoulders, knowing their other third wouldn’t be too happy about it.

“Okay, coward.”

“Sweetheart, this is not about cowardice.” he chuckled, “If I wanna get laid, I can’t have Bucky annoyed at me, or the mood will be ruined.”

“Okay, too much information!” Tony raised his voice, “That’s my cue to leave! FRIDAY, please make sure I don’t hear that.”

“Copy, boss.” the voice of the AI resonated clearly.

“Please, limit your activities to your own room.” he scolded.

With one last look of disgust to Y/N and Clint, Tony stormed out of the kitchen and headed towards his own living quarters. Y/N and Clint giggled uncontrollably, still with the image of Tony’s face fresh in their minds. Once they regained their breathing, Y/N hopped off the counter and went to throw away the empty package of cookies, so they could finally head back to their room. After she had placed the glass on the sink, Clint offered her his hand, which she quickly took, and they made their way back to the room, to where Bucky was waiting. Or where they thought Bucky was waiting, because once they got to the room, they didn’t see the super soldier there.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Clint raised his voice in frustration.

“Clint.” Y/N chastised him softly.

“I’m gonna kill him.” he stated with a serious expression on his face, “I told him to stay put and not move, and what does he do? Moves!”

“Calm down, Hawkeye.” Bucky’s teasing voice rang clearly through the room, “I was just in the bathroom.”

Y/N and Clint turned their heads in the direction of the voice, and noticed Bucky emerging from their bathroom. Both their breaths got stuck in their throats and their gazes checked him out immediately as he stood shirtless in the doorway. The gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, and he had a dark, navy blue material in his hands. He smiled shyly at them, and they returned the gesture, but Y/N was the first to break out of the daze and walk to him. With confidence, she ran her hand up his chest, enjoying how his muscles contracted at her touch, and finally placed them on both sides of his neck. She pulled him down and finally connected her lips with his, kissing him fervently. Bucky dropped the shirt and his hands found their way to her waist automatically.

A few seconds later, she felt a firm chest pressed against her back, along soft kisses being peppered on her shoulder, but firm arms went past her sides to rest on Bucky’s hips. As Y/N went to deepen the kiss, Clint’s arms brushed her sides, making her wince and pull away.

“Not yet, it seems.” Clint sighed, pulling away, and Bucky did the same, dropping his arms from her waist.

“It was nothing.” Y/N denied quickly, wanting to go back to their position a few seconds ago, “Come on.”

“Doll.” Bucky said seriously, “You’re still hurt from the last mission. We’re not going to do anything while you’re like this.”

“I’m fine!” she insisted.

“No, you’re not.” he lifted her shirt slightly to show the bruises that marked her body.

They were finally starting to fade, but purple spots were still visible, staining her skin. She cursed internally, and yanked her shirt back down to cover her.

“My ribs are bruised, not broken.” Y/N explained, as if that would change their minds.

“Y/N.” Clint stopped her, “When you get better.” he promised.

“I am better.”

“Better than now.”

She groaned softly under her breath, scolding herself for being so reckless in the last mission. Clint walked away and plopped down on the bed, happily snuggling the pillows, while Bucky picked up the shirt he had let fall to put it on. With a frown on her face, Y/N went to the bathroom and got herself ready to go to bed, washing her mouth and changing into her pijamas. When she came out, she noticed Bucky waiting by the door, wearing the navy blue henley shirt Y/N and Clint had gotten for him a few months ago.

“You know…” Y/N decided to start, looking up at Bucky through her eyelashes, “Tony’s throwing a party next weekend.”

“Doesn’t really surprise me.” he commented, “Stark doesn’t need a reason to throw a party.”

“I want to go.” she stated, “I want us three to go, together.”

Bucky frowned, not really sure how to respond, but one look into her hopeful eyes and he knew he was lost.

“If that makes you happy…” he agreed with a resigned sigh.

She smiled shyly up at him, grateful he had agreed and knowing he was doing it just for her. Y/N leaned in to kiss him once again, but Bucky pulled away before she had the chance to deepen the kiss and tempt him to do something he knew they shouldn’t, with her still hurt.

“Bed, now.” he ordered with amusement at her attempts.

Y/N’s eyes sparkled with mischief, “Bed, of course.”

“To sleep.” he clarified.

Y/N pouted adorably, but she still did what she was told and headed to bed, climbing up and settling down in the middle of it. As it was obvious, given their past life experiences, neither Clint nor Bucky felt comfortable sleeping in the middle of the bed, in between two other bodies, so they usually slept at both sides, while Y/N happily lay between them. It was an agreement they had accepted since they moved to the same room, and it had stayed that way. Y/N didn’t really mind, as long as it could give her men a bit of peace of mind. As soon as the three of them settled, Clint cuddled closer to Y/N, burying his head in the crook of her neck, Y/N’s head rested over Bucky’s bicep, and Bucky was turned in their direction, with his other arm draped over Y/N and all the way to rest over Clint too, and their legs intertwined with each other. That was their usual position to sleep in, the three of them as close as they could. Y/N knew she would probably wake up drenched in sweat, feeling like she was burning up from their body warmths, but she didn’t seem to care; as long as she was with both, Bucky and Clint, she was in her happy place.

The next weekend came around quickly, after another busy week, and the whole team was happy that they could unwind for a while. The team was scattered around the room, in small groups as they enjoyed the party. Clint had disappeared with Tony some time ago, Bucky was lounging and spending time with Steve and Sam, and Y/N was talking with Nat and Wanda. Though, as time passed and they consumed more alcohol, they slowly found their way around the coffee table, the whole team sitting on the couches and talking casually.

“Y/N.” Clint’s eyes sparkled dangerously as he changed seats with Thor, to be closer to her.

“Clint.” she retorted, “What’s up, babe?”

“Tony and I have a dare for you.” he smirked mischievously.

“Clint.” Bucky warned him, being the most sober, along with Steve, Vision and Natasha.

“What kind of dare?” she smiled excitedly, like a little child.

“Well, it’s Halloween related.” her smile immediately faltered, and Bucky frowned as he noticed her mood dropping, “Do you remember the old mansion down the street?”

“The creepy one? Yeah…”

“We dare you to go there.” Tony completed for Clint, “Walk through the whole mansion and then come back.”

Y/N’s eyes widened and she shook her head vehemently. She wasn’t good with creepy, horror stuff; Clint should’ve known that, so why was he doing that to her?

Bucky could sense her fear, even if he weren’t right beside her, but before he could say anything, Tony continued.

“Come on, Y/N, you’re an Avenger. An old mansion is nothing to you.”

She looked at Clint pleadingly, but as the rest of eyes laid on her expectantly, she sighed in defeat and got up from the couch.

“Why?”

“It’ll be fine, it’s nothing.” her dirty-blond boyfriend dismissed and gave her a comm to place in her ear, “This way, we can hear you.”

“Just walk around one time and leave, right?” she made sure.

“Sure.”

Her nerves and slight fear to do so made her sober up a bit, and with a last look to her teammates, she exited the building and starting to head towards the mansion. Her feet dragged as she walked dreadfully towards the place. She slowly approached the mansion as it towered in the dark of the night. Even the weather made it more decrepit. The broken gates were open, and Y/N was careful to slip part them without touching them, not wanting to hear the sound of the rusty hinges. The mansion was dark and gloomy. It had narrow broken windows and a moldy, wooden door. Y/N’s heart began to beat faster as she finally got to the entrance. Overgrown weed covered the door, as if to warn her away, but with the last shred of bravery she had, she took the brass door handle and opened it, before stepping inside. She was careful to close the door softly behind her, not wanting to hear it shut forcefully like in every horror movie. Though, as she closed it, the door immediately locked, causing her to gasp in panic.

“Guys, the door just locked.” it was probably the only door to enter the house, which meant it was also the only exit.

She was too freaked out to pay attention to what they had to say, but she tried to calm herself, though it was proving to be a hard task. Even if the windows were shattered, little to no moonlight shone through them, making it hard to decipher her surroundings, but she forced her eyes to adjust to it. The floor creaked with every step she took like every abandoned mansion did. A musty stench filled her nostrils the more she ventured inside. The furniture was dusty and old, and mold seemed to eat away at the walls and flood, with cobwebs in every corner, making it look like the whole mansion would crumble apart and collapse on her if she made a wrong move.

She chanted internally “You’re an Avenger, you’re an Avenger, you’re an Avenger”, as if that would make the terror she felt go away.

The old mansion definitely had that spooky charm to it, dull and quiet, with chandeliers suspended from the ceiling and creepy sounds coming from everywhere. Even if it was deserted, and it had been abandoned for years, Y/N felt as if something in the shadows was watching her, making her scalp itch, but she knew it was just her fear and paranoia acting up.

As she finally finished roaming on the first floor, she headed towards the steps that lead upstairs, and swallowed deeply. She tried out the bottom step with hesitation, hearing it squeak as she applied pressure with her foot, but it didn’t crumble. Every step was a different height from the last, making it impossible for Y/N to go up quickly and get it done so she could go back home, she had to watch carefully where she placed her feet. There was a flash of brown fur as several rats dived for cover once she reached the second floor, causing a scream to erupt from her throat.

Laughs echoed in her ear, causing her face to heat up. She placed a hand over her chest, trying to calm her heartbeat.

“There were rats here.”

“Only rats?” Tony teased.

She ignored him and continued the tour, informing them she was already on the second floor. The floor crunched and sank slightly with each step. The lights started flickering suddenly, making her gasp loudly. On the other side of the line, Clint and Tony snickered, trying to keep in their laughs. They had planned it carefully as a prank, knowing she was probably the only one that would get scared with it. Finally, Tony smirked and activated the last surprise, with the remote he had designed specifically for it.

Just as her back was to an old closet, the doors opened slowly, and a hand came to rest on her shoulder. Y/N let out a blood-curling scream for a second, before her instincts kicked in and she attacked whoever was there. Except, when she did and kicked it, it stumbled and fell loudly on the floor, the metal clanking sonorously. Now, their laughter was uncontainable.

“Clint.” she asked softly as she wiped the few tears that she couldn’t stop from falling from the corners of her eyes, “What…?”

“It’s not haunted, Y/N. It’s just a plain, old mansion.” his laughter finally dying down, “Tony helped set a few things up so we could spook someone. And I’m sorry, but you were the most likely to get scared.”

Once she calmed down a bit, she turned to look at what had scared her. She recognized it immediately; it was one of Tony’s robots from the Iron Legion, styled differently to match the Halloween vibe they were probably trying to give it. Something ignited inside Y/N as she heard that; pure rage. How could he do something like that, knowing she hated this stuff? All the fear seemed to disappear from her mind as it quickly started to think of a plan. It was evil, yes, but then again, Clint hadn’t exactly thought about how it would affect her either, so why not? Breathing deeply, she started her acting.

“Hilarious.” she sounded annoyed, but made her voice quiver a bit, just to give it effect, “Tony, can you please stop it?”

“Stop what?”

“The lights are flickering again.” she lied.

Clint and Tony shared an uncertain look, and then their gazes stopped on the remote, laying on the coffee table.

“Y/N, we’re not doing anything.”

“You already scared me, you don’t have to keep doing it.” she continued and walked to the side to kick a wall, making a crashing sound, “Guys, really, stop it with the sound effects.”

“Y/N, hear me out.” Tony turned serious, “Get out of there. We’re not doing that.”

“What do you mean?” she smirked, knowing she had gotten them, and she continued making other sounds, breaking a few objects she found, “Guys?”

“Y/N.” Clint snapped, actually worried.

“Why did you make me come here?” she whispered, causing a pang of guilt to hit Clint, and took the comm off her ear.

“Y/N.” her name sounded faint now that she had taken it off, “Come back.”

“Clint!” she cried out in what she hoped would sound as pure panic, before stepping hard on the earpiece and breaking their communication. She smirked once again, knowing she only had to find a good place to hide and wait for them to come get her, so she could scare them back.

Though, back in the Tower, as soon as the connection was lost, Bucky jumped out of his seat and glared at Clint, who looked ready to freak out, “Get up, Barton. We are going to go get our girlfriend back, and you’re going to fix this.”

With a meek nod, Clint sprinted out of the main area and gathered everything he might need to get Y/N back, same as Bucky. In a matter of minutes, both men were ready and exiting the Tower in a rush. They sprinted the rest of the way to the mansion, only taking a few minutes to get there. They didn’t talk, Clint too worried thinking about worst case scenarios and Bucky too annoyed with Clint, though he remained quiet about it; scolding him would do no good until they found Y/N.

As soon as they arrived, Bucky knew he should’ve never let Y/N leave the Tower. The place was everything the girl hated, and he glared at Clint for even thinking about this stupid prank in the first place. Without a second thought, both got inside the mansion, as alert as ever. The lights were off, probably after Tony deactivated everything, but they couldn’t care less, they were only thinking about finding her. As they reached the second floor, where they knew Y/N had been last, Clint brought up his bow at the minimum sound, and Bucky did the same with one of his guns. The mansion felt desolated, and even if they strained their hearing, they couldn’t tell if Y/N was there at all. Clint dropped his head and closed his eyes shut, starting to freak out.

“Clint, hey.” Bucky called him, dropping his gun and pulling Clint by his shoulders to face him, “Come on, look at me.”

“Buck, I-I…” he took a shaky breath, “I fucked up.”

“Don’t say that.” he tried to calm his boyfriend, knowing he was about to lose it completely.

“But, what if something happened to Y/N–” he choked up just thinking about it, “What if they took her again, like last time? What if–”

“Hey.” Bucky interrupted him, pulling him in a tight hug.

Of course he knew what time Clint was referring to. The time Y/N was taken by HYDRA. The time they came really close to losing her for real. But Bucky also remembered that time being his fault, at least in his mind. He hadn’t been able to save her, to get them both, and she had been taken, and suffered the consequences. That time, Clint was there for Bucky, to pull him out of the dark place he had put himself in, to assure him everything was going to be alright, to remind him he didn’t have to be alone anymore. This time, it was Bucky’s turn to do the same for Clint.

“Clint.” he pulled back from the hug to place a soft kiss on his lips, “Y/N’s gonna be fine, you hear me?”

“It was just a prank, it wasn’t supposed to–”

“I know. We’re gonna get our girl back.” he stated with as much security as he could muster, “But for that, I need you to calm down.”

“You…” Clint took deep breaths, “You’re right.”

“I love you.” he reminded the blond archer.

They didn’t say it frequently, because they didn’t really need to; they knew exactly how they felt. The words were reserved for moments like this, when they really needed to hear them.

“I love you.” he repeated.

“And Y/N loves you too.” Bucky added.

“I’m sure she now hates me.”

“She might be a little pissed about the prank, but she still loves you, dumbass.”

“I hope you’re right.” he muttered.

After that, they resumed their search with newfound determination. Unbeknown to them, Y/N had heard their conversation. Part of her felt guilty for scaring them like that, but another part of her was still mad at Clint and Tony for doing that. She waited until they were unprepared to come out of her hiding, being as sneaky as she could. Once she was behind them, she skillfully crouched down and swept her leg across the floor, going for Clint’s feet so he fell on the floor. But before he could react and point his bow at her out of instinct, Y/N placed a hand on it to stop him, and looked down at him from her standing position.

“That should teach you not to scare me, asshole.” she raised a single eyebrow in defiance.

Bucky let out a laugh of disbelief at their girlfriend, dropping his weapon and hugging her from behind as she still towered over the tackled Clint. She leaned back against the super soldier, melting at his touch, before taking her feet from Clint’s chest, so he could get up.

“Okay, I deserved that.” Clint admitted, “But I was really worried.”

“So I heard.” her expression softened, “It wasn’t really my intention to worry the both of you like that.”

“Wasn’t it?” Clint scoffed.

“Well, a little. I had to get my revenge somehow, and that’s what occurred to me at the moment.” she shrugged, “I just wanted to scare you a little. I’m sorry for making you worry like that.”

“You’re okay. That’s all I care about.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Bucky asked rhetorically, mouthing a soft ‘Apologize’ behind Y/N’s back, so she wouldn’t see him. Clint got up and looked at her with puppy eyes, begging for her forgiveness without actually saying it, which in turn made Bucky shake his head in exasperation, but a bit of amusement was noticeable on his expression.

“Alright, come here.” Y/N gave up, rolled her eyes and pulled Clint by his shirt, joining their lips, “You still have a lot of making up to do.” she whispered over his lips.

Clint practically melted against her touch, more relieved than anything, and his arms went around her waist immediately, pulling her as close as he could. Though, one of his hands reached out in search of Bucky. Bucky grinned at the scene, and let Clint pull him close to them. Y/N broke the kiss and turned around to now face Bucky, kissing him as well.

“Thanks for coming.” Y/N said truthfully, “It was Clint’s mess. I know you had nothing to do with this.”

“Nonsense.” he chuckled, entwining one hand with Y/N’s and one with Clint’s, “The three of us, we’re in this together, right?”

Y/N’s face heated up, and she stared at both of them with what could only be described as heart eyes, “Yes, we are.”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Clint completed.

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angelalbatross · 5 years

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okay I got endgame immediate reactions for y’all so here you go three two one

i fucking knew it

BUT HE WAS A DAAAAAD

also my wife carol holy shit and my wife valkyrie

i really thought they were gonna roll credits when everyone was heading into the final battle together. that moment? fucking amazing. i don’t care what anyone fucking says about the MCU but you cannot deny they’ve done something incredibly special with this franchise.

i also have to say i do understand why one would say it’s the best movie ever even tho i do disagree. the way it makes you feel to see these moments after watching these characters and growing with them for 10 years...it’s cray

also my heart rate was way too fuckin high throughout this damn

also PROTECT MORGAN STARK

also CAROL

CAROLS HAIR

CAROLS POWER

CAROL!!

I AM IRON MAN!! COOL COOL COOL COOL COOL

STEVES ASS

THORS BEER BELLY (although his story was def problematic and he deserved way better)

VALKYRIE

we were supposed to be sad when natasha dies right? i was kinda meh about that tbh

STRANGE OPENING THE PORTALS AND EVERYONE COMING TO FIGHT FUCK ME UPPPPPP

THE SHOT OF ALL THE WOMEN FIGHTING YESSSSS MY GAY ASS HEART

wanda found her accent again so that’s good??

i loved seeing jarvis from the agent carter series again!!

so fucking glad the actual deaths in IW weren’t reversed. loki is still dead thank fuk

PEPPER FIGHTING IN THE SUIT

PETER AND TONY REVERSING ROLES FOR THE DEATH SCENE OK THATS FINE JUST KILL ME TOO

how the fuck did them changing things in the past not affect the future i’m-

peggy/steve in First Avenger was cute af but that was NOT more deserved than Tony having a happy ending and yes i will die mad about it

once again ALL THE FORMERLY DUSTED FAM AND THE REST OF THE GANG ALL GETTIN READY TO FIGHT TOGETHER. ARGUABLY THE BEST MOMENT

I AM IRON MAN 😭😭😭

Valkyrie the ruler of Asgard ok pls give me a movie of her and Carol going to find a new planet for them or something

basically i need Valkyrie and Carol ok

we saw fury for one second i’m-

thank god Hawkeye’s family is back cause that opening scene was a fucking gut punch

also CASSIEEEEEE that moment was so sweet i love scott a lot

Chadwick’s interview clip of “i’m dead” is even funnier now cause that boi knew damn well he wasn’t

tony and his dad 😭😭😭

HAIL HYDRA. gotta admit that was GREAT

tony: yeah just kill me momentarily it’s fine this will all work. scott: dis guy is cray

nebula killed her past self what a badass bitch honestly

carol just fuckin. carrying tony’s ship back to earth i weep

#obvi there's more i thought about later but here's my notes from last night #avengers endgame #endgame spoilers #endgame #mine

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spiderneds · 6 years

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Far From Home (Peter Parker [TH] x Reader) PART SEVEN

i feel so bad for the lack of work i’ve put out :( i’m sorry guys

Peter didn’t know what he was doing.

He and Ned had been chasing a guy in a pair of green tights and a globe around his head. The whole attire of the man was topped with a very Doctor Strange-esque purple cape. He didn’t look very menacing, but man, he was hard to catch - and he knew Peter’s name.

That was all it took. Ned was on his laptop in his hotel room (still was) and Peter was in full Spider-Man attire, swinging towards the caped man, when he turned around and said, “Peter.”

Peter froze in shock, and he was gone.

He had been chasing him ever since. Ned was working tirelessly trying to track the guy, and Peter had sent the spider on his suit out to keep an eye out on the air always, but there was nothing. There was no sign of the man until Ned uncovered something as he was deep in research.

The man’s name was Quentin Beck, and he was a failed actor and a lover of special effects - and an avid hater of Spider-Man.

“Dude, there are tons of hate accounts this guy has made. He really wants you dead,” Ned told him.

“That’s... great,” Peter said.

“Spider-Man is a glorified Hawkeye. Pretty much useless and unwanted. He cannot retire soon enough,” he read.

“I... thought Hawkeye was pretty cool,” Peter muttered, perched on the edge of a building.

“Spider-Man disappearing and leaving Queens defenseless was the best thing he has ever done for us,” he read.

“Okay, dude? We already established he hates me. My self esteem is really taking a blow here.”

“No, I’m reading that to you because it stands out,” Ned said. “Dude. He said for us.”

Peter’s forehead wrinkled as he fell deep in thought.

“The guy’s from Queens. He knows you, Peter. He followed you here.”

Peter stood. “Okay, we gotta find him. No more games.”

“I’m on it, buddy.”

Peter swung around London and Ned kept searching. Minutes went by, and Peter didn’t see any sign of the man with the purple cape.

Ned gasped. “Holy crap, I’ve got an address.”

“An address?”

“That’s what I said,” he said. “I’m sending it to you now.”

“What’s it lead to?” Peter asked.

“I don’t know. A secret lab, a warehouse?”

“Karen, put that address in my tracker.”

“Sure thing, Peter,” she said. “Currently tracking the address of Quentin Beck. The map is now appearing on the left side of your screen, as well as Mr. Leeds’s.”

“Mr. Leeds? I like that,” Ned said.

“Thank you, Karen,” Peter replied. He started swinging in the direction the map was pointing him in.

“Certainly, Peter.”

“This looks like it’s an apartment, Peter,” Ned said.

“It is an apartment.” He landed softly on the windowsill and pulled at it. It opened. “It’s... unlocked.”

He was in a dimly lit room inside of a dingy apartment building. He kept hearing noises, but he couldn’t tell where they were coming from. It almost sounded like they were noises from other apartments.

Was the guy here? Had Peter just fallen into a trap, or did he reach a dead end?

Peter sighed. “Hey, Ned? There’s nothing here, buddy.”

“Oh, there’s something here.”

Peter whipped around, wrist out, other hand clenched into a fist. In the darkness, he could see nothing, and then a TV turned on.

Peter flinched against the bright light, hand covering his eyes.

“You might want to watch this.”

Peter did. He did, because right on the screen, right in front of him, was you.

It was you walking home from school alone. You buying a bag of chips at a store. You sitting on your bed at home, reading a book. You eating dinner with your family.

“What...” He couldn’t raise his voice above a whisper. His heart was somewhere in his throat and his hands were clenching tighter and tighter as his rage boiled.

“She’s pretty,” the man said. Quentin Beck. “I’ve always wanted to play a villain that uses the hero’s girl against them. Of course, my dream and career failed... but a new one is born. But this one is much better.”

“Who are you?” Peter asked. His voice was still weak and he was scared and mad and he cursed himself before speaking louder. “Who are you?”

“Everyone will soon know me as Mysterio,” he said. “And I will kill you, Peter Parker. But not before play a little bit, first.”

Suddenly the screen changed, from videos of you to swirls and colors and flashes that made Peter’s head pound and his eyes water. He staggered back before he was frozen with his feet on the floor, staring at the screen, eyes widening.

He was slipping away from consciousness.

It was dark, and Peter was on a dock, overlooking the water.

And he was home. In Queens.

He looked down. It was hot, and the MIdtown sweater he was wearing stuck to his chest like a second layer of skin. He gulped and looked over the water. The moon was real and bright and big... and the air felt real... but wasn’t he just-

There was a sound of humming behind him and he slowly turned around. A gasp left his dry throat as he saw the red and gold armor landing on the deck in front of him.

“Hey there, kid.”

“M-Mr. Stark?” His voice was so small.

The armor opened and Tony stepped out. Even in the moonlight, Peter could smell his cologne and see the gleam in the whites of his eyes and hear the sound of his shoes against the wooden deck. He took a step backwards.

“I don’t understand,” he said. “What is happening?”

“What is happened?” Tony asked. “Oh you know, just the usual your-girl-is-in-trouble-and-is-also-so-p’d-off-at-you-that-this-isn’t-looking-good.” He smirked. “I happen to know exactly how this feels.”

Peter let out an airy laugh. “I miss you.”

“That usually happens when people die.” Tony nodded, then sighed. “What are you doing here, kid?”

“What?” Peter stopped smiling.

“Here. In London. I know - we’re in Queens. What-freaking-ever. This is your head we’re in. You know what I’m talking about. Why are you here?”

“I can’t stay there and be the Avenger I have to be.”

“You think it’s an easy job? You think anyone got up every morning feeling so hunky-dory about possibly dying, or losing somebody, or risking everything? No. Most days, I woke up hating my life. And then one day, I didn’t wake up.”

“Were you scared? Of dying?” Peter asked, tucking his lip behind his teeth.

“At first,” he said, ‘but as it was happening... you know what? A million things scared me more. Like when Pepper was almost taken from me, or Happy was hurt, or I watched the man that saved me die moments before he would have been free. Even losing you, kid. That day in space.” He put his hand on Peter’s shoulder and tears slipped out of his eyes - this was really happening. Tony was here. Tony was here.

“I don’t know how to beat this guy,” Peter said. “He did something to my eyes. He knows about ___ and maybe May and Ned could be in danger, too, and I don’t have the time to save them all.”

“No, you don’t,” he said, “but I know for a fact that you have several friends left to help you and that I left you a jet - which you don’t get until your eighteenth birthday, but Happy would be willing to fly to you.”

Peter grinned, cheeks wet and sticky with hysteric tears.

“Do you remember the first piece of advice I ever gave you?” Tony asked.

Peter nodded.

“I’m gonna say it anyway. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and definitely don’t do anything I would do.” He held up his hand the same way he did before.

Peter grinned. “There’s a fine grey area.” he remembered.

Tony smiled and nodded. “And that’s where you operate.”

“I don’t know if I can do this without you.”

“You can, and you will, ‘cause it’s your girlfriend.”

“I dumped her.”

Tony shook his head. “You guys are teenagers. You fight and you make up. One day you’ll realize that there’s more to life than being content with everything all at once.”

“Do I not understand that because I’m a teenager?”

“That or it was poorly written,” Tony said, nodding. “You’re waking up, kid.”

Peter could tell. His limbs were feeling heavier and he was getting hotter. He swallowed. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Call the wizard, call Happy, and save the world. You’re an Avenger now.” He squeezed his shoulders. “That’s as sappy as I want to get right now. Although this is the last time you’ll ever see me, so...” He hugged him tight. Peter could feel the scruff of his beard and the bones on his shoulders and it was real.

And then he closed his eyes, and the feeling was gone.

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Silver Death - 14

Fishing to Files:

The weather is sunny and warm. Winters team needs to relax and stay calmed down.

One of the only calming things I do is fishing.

Fishing is a calm thing to do. I need to ask Winter if that's a good idea. I think he is in our shared room. He is.

"Hey Winter?"

"Yes Silver?"

"Wanna see if anyone wants to go fishing? It's perfect weather."

"Fishing?"

"Yah. You put bait on a hook and you put the hook on the fishing line that's atta-"

"I know what fishing is. But where would we go?"

"The river. It's only like ten minutes from here. No phones and no radios. No signal. Just nature and the farm near the river."

"Would anyone there know us?"

"Well yah. The people who own the farm are pretty chill with me. They come over for coffee every so often."

"Why would they do that?"

"Well I used my liar liar pants on fire skills to give them a back story on myself."

"And that would be?"

"My parents died tragically in a car crash and I couldn't live in the city that it happened in. I decided to move and I settled here."

"That's it?"

"There was a much longer explination and a few fake tears. They did believe me and didn't ask any more questions. It was to easy lying to them."

"That's not very good. But fishing could be a good idea. We all need to stay relaxed."

"Okay, I'm gonna ask the girls and anyone else I can find, you wanna find people and ask?"

As he gets off the bed he replies "Sure."

"Good. And if you find Stark tell him that it's not optional."

"Sounds like a plan."

"See yah soon."

Walking down the hall as Winter goes outside I knock on the bedroom door where Banner normally is.

"Who is it?"

"Silver."

"One second please."

Waiting a few seconds until Banner opens the door I listen to the shuffling behind it.

"Yes?"

"You look like shit. Would you like to go fishing?"

He is obviously caught off guard by my remark. "Sure. And I haven't shaved in awhile."

"There are razors in the bathroom. Picked them up when the girls wanted to go to town."

"Ah. Thank you. And when are you planning on going?"

"Depends. You wanna deal with your scruff first? Cause if you do we can leave in an hour."

"Is that alright?"

"Yah. I still gotta find and ask everyone else."

"Okay. Thank you again."

"No problemo"

Taking a few stairs at a time and crossing the basement floor to reach the girls door I knock only to hear

"Fishing sounds good! I will come if that's alright?"

"That's why I was planning on asking Scarlett. Where is Widow?"

"She is in the gym. She wanted to see the ballet shoes you have."

"Okay. See you in an hour or so."

"See you then."

Stepping over to Thor's bedroom I knock only to hear a loud snore. Shrugging I walk in.

He sleeps sprawled across the bed, no wonder Falcon took Winter's spot on the couch.

Pulling a pillow from under his head I hit him in the face with it.

"WAKE UP!"

"I am awake Lady Silver."

"Oh. Everyone is going fishing in an hour. If you don't know what that is we will explain when we get there. See yah then."

"Good to know and be invited, see you all then Lady Silver."

No one else is in the house so I go to the garage where my truck is and get the fishing rods and tackle box.

I only have four fishing rods and there are eight of us, guess we will have to share. After collecting everything including bait I walk to the van. Storing the fishing rods in the undercarriage compartment I set the tackle box in the back hatch and look for the rest of Winter's team.

Sliding down the ladder shaft and reaching the bottom I check the gym and no one is there. Then I check the nest and find Hawkeye.

"Where is everyone else?"

"In the gym. Didn't you see them?"

"No."

Wait. The entrance to the file room is in the gym.

"You look scared, what's wrong?"

"A lot of things. Gotta go!"

Jumping off the nest I land wrong and hurt my ankle but run to the gym despite any thoughts I may have.

Entering the gym I walk to the far left corner where another trap door is.

The corner is slightly lifted.

Slowly making my way down the ladder I notice the sound of pages flipping.

Turning invisible I walk into the room to find Winter, Stark, Captain, Falcon and Widow looking through my files.

"Stark you found my files. Congrats."

Since I am still invisible everyone jumps.

"Technically I found it Silver."

"Really Widow? Stark was saying that he was going to find this room. No matter what."

"Well I did have help from Winter."

"Winter. Of course, what did you do?"

Winter starts glaring at Widow before answering. "I remembered how you used to like hiding stuff in corners and how you set up a few things in a base we were in once."

"Ah. The base in northern Russia that's in the one mountain. That place was really cold, and we were only there for a few months. Any ways, what did you all find? And how mad are you that you found it?"

Everyone starts talking at once.

"ONE AT A TIME!" Now since they are quiet I can speak normally "who would like to go first? Hands up."

Since everyone puts I hand up I ask Falcon first.

"I found a file on me. How'd you find these things out?"

"Hacked S.H.E.I.L.D and watched what was going on in DC a few years back. When Winter first made an appearance."

"Okay. But these pictures are from civilian cameras how'd you come to get them?"

"I was in DC a few days after. Went to the Smithsonian did some checking up on Winter from afar. Hurt like hell not to go talk to him, pinged some phones from people who were under the carriers when they went down and found there phones, cameras and things like that. Down loaded them to my laptop and continued to keep my distance from anyone that might have seen me on missions."

"You knew where Bucky was after the helicarrier?"

"I knew where everyone that was in or on a carrier was. You, Captain, Winter even the Hill girl."

"Yo-you didn't talk to me? You didn't want to see me then?"

Turning visible so Winter could see that I was sincere,

"I didn't want you to be scared of me Winter. I thought that if I went to talk to you, you might think I was a HYDRA agent coming to collect you and take you back to Pierce. I didn't want you to be scared of me."

"I wouldn't have been scared of you."

"Yes you would have been. I still had Silver dye on the ends my hair, and I wore contacts that changed my eyes to black when I was in DC area. You would have recognized me and wanted to kill me. It's what you were trained to do Winter. But what did you find?"

He is silent for a few moments before answering.

"You put my file under James B. Barnes. Not Winter Soldier. Why?"

"Because you were James to me when I started collecting intel on you. You have been James to me since I read your HYDRA file and found out your real name."

"Thank you."

"Anything on your file that needs changing?"

"No. I think it's okay."

"Alright.

Widow what have you found?"

"Well, you are definitely a good hacker. You hacked S.H.E.I.L.D. and HYDRA. You trained under Winter and in the Black Widow program. What I'm curious about is why is your file so thin compared to others?"

I'm surprised "So you looked me up instead of yourself?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"It makes sense to. You know so much about us yet we know so little about you. I wanted to know more."

"Did you look for Silver Death or Jessica Rice?"

"Jessica. You put everyone else under their real names so I looked for yours."

She has a valid reason to wanting to know more about me. Sighing I walk over to the HYDRA cabinets I look through the S section.

Silver Death

Pulling out the file I have on myself I hand it to Widow. "Here's my file. I am Silver, and that's what I call myself unless I am in public. The file on Jessica Rice is practically just a missing persons file, and who her parents were.

Everyone looked at me funny when I told them and retrieved the file.

"Captain what have you found?"

"A file that was open on top of the cabinets."

"What would that be?"

"Peggy's file. Why were you looking at her file?"

"You and Widow were talking about her. I was curious about who she was. I suppose I forgot to put it away."

"You have a lot on her."

"S.H.E.I.L.D was very helpful when I was making files. She had intel on her in the system so I copied it. She is a very impressive woman."

Steve doesn't say anything after, so Stark buds in.

"Why do you have a file on Pepper?"

"She has relations with all of you. I watched and made sure no one hurt her while you all were fighting amongst yourselves. It was a stupid fight in my opinion. You tried killing your friends because of an incident years before. It's not very smart for someone who is of your intellect."

"I don't know if that's a compliment or a really rude statement."

"How about this: if I were to pick sides during that fight I would fight with the Captain. His argument made sense."

"How so?"

"You were the one to make a killer robot and almost have your girlfriend killed. Winter may have killed you parents but that was not James. It's the exact same as Hawkeye being controlled by Loki. He wouldn't have unless forced."

"How many of you see it that way?"

Captain, Falcon, James and even Widow put up their hands.

"I feel like I'm alone on this argument."

"You basically are."

"Basically?"

"The spider boy would agree with you just to make the father figure in his life proud."

"His father figure?"

"Yes. He has no dad and no uncle. He has an Aunt May but you Stark are now his father figure. He wants to make you proud."

"I need to get in touch with him. Make sure he's okay."

"I will get an email set up to him. Make sure to keep it 20 words or shorter."

Turning and leaving the file room I climb the ladder and call back down

"We will be heading to the river to fish in 15 minutes. Make sure your ground level by that time."

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