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thecatduet422 · 3 years

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Chapter Four: Have You Heard of the Waynes?

Fandoms: Batman (Arkhamverse), Jessica Jones (TV)

Pairing: Jessica Jones/Jason Todd

Rating: Mature (for language, depictions of violence, and adult themes)

Tags: Slow Burn, Angst, Crossover, Alternate Universe- Canon Divergence, PTSD, Shared Trauma, No Beta

Summary: After escaping Kilgrave, Jessica moves to Gotham and starts her new life as a PI, even starting her own agency- Alias Investigations.

Yeah, criminals keep trying to hire her, and some bat-fetished vigilante keeps sending his kid over to "check-in" on her, but for the most part, Jessica's life is pretty stable.

Until some guy in a hood wants her to follow Bruce Wayne.

Chapters: 8/? (42,524 words)

One Two Three Five

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Chapter Four: Have You Heard of the Waynes? (4.4k words)

She woke up with the feeling of her brain banging against her skull. The well familiar sign of a hangover growing the more she gained consciousness.

Fuck, what time was it?

Bang. Bang. Bang.

She groaned as some asshole hammered away at her door, her head following the tempo in agony. Why did she always have to wake up to so much noise?

She squinted her eyes open, only to be hit with the light beaming into her room. She quickly closed her eyes again, but it was too late, sensory overload amplifying her headache.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Jesus Christ, who was at her door? A fucking army?

BANG! BANG! BANG!

She was going to kill somebody.

"All right already! I'm coming!" she barked, her voice cracked and dry. A small burp of whiskey hit her mouth, begging her to wash it down with something. Anything.

Ignoring it, she rolled out of bed, squinting her eyes open again. She fumbled around for her pants.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG-

Finally, she found them and rushed to put them on, heading to the door.

“I SAID I’M COMING!” she screamed, only to immediately stub her toe fumbling down the hall.

“Ah fuck,” she mumbled, slightly hopping from the pain.

BANGBANGBANGBANG-

The glass cutout on her door rattled so violently, it was a miracle it didn’t shatter. The faint smell of smoke hit her senses.

Was there a fire?!

She swung the door open, panicked.

“What?!” she snapped.

Two bulking figures crowded her hallway, their shoulders so large they brushed up against the walls. Open trench coats draped over their forms, along with matching fedoras (which, if that didn’t scream criminal, Jessica didn’t know what did).

“Well, well, well…” a deep voice rasped out. “Look who finally decided to grace us wit ‘er presence…”

For a moment, Jessica was so distracted, she didn’t realize they weren’t the ones talking. She squinted at them confusingly.

A cough hacked from somewhere below.

Jessica looked down, her eyes first catching onto the trail of smoke. She followed it, and found herself coming face-to-face with none other than Oswald Cobblepot.

Or, at least she assumed it was him, having never met the guy.

But his body was short and round, with a big pot belly taking up his entire torso. A black, pin-striped suit stretched over it, the gaps between the buttons revealing a white dress shirt underneath. His shoulders were completely hunched, making his neck nonexistent. An egghead glued to his body, glistening with sweat, matching the small patches of hair that was tapered down with hair gel. A cracked monocle covered his left eye, almost distracting her from the large, crooked nose in the center of the face.

He literally looked like a penguin.

The Penguin. How creative.

Cobblepot raised up his hand to reveal a burning cigar, the source of the smoke attacking her nostrils. The smell made her want to hurl.

“What do you want?” Jessica barked.

“Aw, is tha’ any way to treat yo’ guests?” mocked Cobblepot. He took a drag and blew the smoke in her direction.

Jessica's stomach churned in disgust. If this asshole made her throw up, she was gonna aim it right at him.

“When they’re about to break my door? Yeah,” Jessica replied, head still pounding. She needed something to drink. Now.

Cobblepot chuckled. “Apologies fo’ the disruption, Miss Jones, but I believe we ‘ave some business to discuss.”

“Like hell we do!” she snapped. “I told your lackeys no to the deal you offered.”

“‘And because I’m such a generous man, I forgave yo’ idiotic decision,” Cobblepot took another puff, “Buh’ you bustin’ up my boys, I can’ let go.”

Simultaneously, the two thugs took off their hats, revealing dark bruises patched across their skin.

Oh, goddammit. The two dickwads from the bar.

“You didn’ think I’d let tha’ slide, did’cha?” Cobblepot sneered up at her.

Jessica sighed heavily. It was too early to deal with this shit.

“It was a bar fight,” she tried to explain. “They were being assholes.”

“Maybe so.” Cobblepot tapped his cigar, dropping ash onto the floor. “Buh’ an insul’ on them, is an insul’ on me.”

He then brought his other hand forward, revealing a black umbrella. “I think we should take this inside, yea’?” He tapped intimidatingly on the handle.

Shit.

Jessica’s heard about his umbrella fetish, how he pimps them into weapons. And judging how the two rocks in the back were wearing coats in August, they were packing too. She was stuck in a corner. Jessica was strong, sure, but she wasn’t bulletproof. She had to play along.

Jessica begrudgingly stepped aside, holding the door for them.

“Please, make yourself at home,” she drawled sarcastically.

As they made their way through, she spotted Malcolm peeping out from his door, his eyes glazed with concern. Jessica shrugged, trying to act unbothered before closing the door. The last thing she needed was Malcolm getting mixed up in this.

Cobblepot waltzed through her office, using his umbrella as a cane before getting comfy in her guest chair. The two thugs wandered aimlessly around the room, checking her place out. She knew they wouldn’t find anything, but it still put her on edge. The familiar shake of anxiety tangled up her back, plus the throbbing in her temples refusing to go away...

“I need a drink,” Jessica decided, moving to grab her bottle of Jack on her desk. She poured some into her glass from last night before waving the bottle to Cobblepot.

Oswald laughed, a hacked, choking sound. Jessica could practically hear the cancer gathering in his respiratory system.

“Spirits a’ ten o’clock in the mornin’?” he wheezed. “I li’e the way you think.”

He nodded, and Jessica went to pour him a cup, trying desperately to keep cool while thinking, what the hell should she do?

When Jessica handed the cup to Cobblepot, he threw his cigar down, stomping it out with the end of his umbrella.

Asshole.

Anger pierced through her, but she couldn’t do anything about it. Not now, not when all of them were armed.

Jessica plopped down in her seat and took a swig of her drink. The familiar burn took the edge off, her hangover fading, just slightly. She then polished it off, asking, “So, what does ol’ Oswald want now?”

“I’ve been mo’ than patient wit’ you, Jones,” said Cobblepot, taking a sip of his own drink, the umbrella resting in his other hand. “My previous offer fo' yo’ investigative talents was mo’ than generous. Insultingly, you turned all of ‘em down.”

Jessica shrugged, keeping a side view of the thugs inspecting her couch. “Nothing personal. I just don’t work for criminals.”

“Oh, I wouldn’ call meself a criminal,” Oswald said, before taking another sip, “Just a businessman.”

“A businessman who's been in jail,” said Jessica.

“Aw, come on now.” Cobblepot leaned forward, resting his glass on her desk. “Don’ tell me yo’ squeaky clean either, Jones. Everyone in Gotham’s go’ dirt on their ‘ands.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Jessica saw one of the thugs pocket a quarter from her cushion.

“Hey, stickyfingers!” she called out to him, “Don’t think I didn’t see that.”

“Jessica Jones,” Cobblepot snapped. "Quit playin’ games wit’ me. The way I see it, the only reason you turned down me offer is ‘cause...” he raised his head slightly, the monocle glinting against the light, “Yo’ already workin’ fo' someone.”

Her mind flashed to a guy with a hood, a scar on his face. Does Cobblepot know about him?

Oswald took her silence as confirmation.

“Who’s go' you in their pocket?” he sneered. “Is it Dent? The Riddler? Batman?”

Jessica snorted. “You’re out of your mind, bird brain.”

“Regardless,” Cobblepot leaned back, “you owe me. A thousand bucks.”

"Excuse me?!" she cried in shock. "A thousand dollars?! For what," she nodded towards the goons, “damaging their self-esteem?”

"My boys, my property," Oswald replied.

Jessica scoffed. She wondered what Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Idiot thought of that. Jessica glanced over at them, but they acted aloof, twiddling their thumbs and being bored. Guess working for one of the most infamous criminals in Gotham takes a toll.

Jessica gestured to her apartment. "Look at this dump. Do you think I can afford to dish out a thousand bucks?"

"Guess yo’ gonna 'ave to pay in a different way," Cobblepot said, an evil glint in his monocle. "Lucky fo' you, I already 'ave a job in mind."

He let out a dark, suggestive chuckle.

Jessica...

She gulped down the whiskey aftertaste in her mouth, already missing the burn that washed everything away. This was ridiculous. Fights broke out all the time at Rick's, and no one owed anyone shit. Crime bosses had better things to do than worry about their henchmen's petty squabbles. They didn’t even care if their goons lived or died.

And then it clicked.

"This isn't about the fight," Jessica concluded. "This is about me refusing to work for you."

Cobblepot didn't respond, just smirked, one that grew into a smile, exposing his yellow-stained teeth.

Jessica sighed. “And if I pass?”

Cobblepot leaned forward, as intimidatingly as he could without falling out of the chair. Jessica already knew what he was going to say, but still- it’s always good to get confirmation.

“Come now, Jones. Yo’ a smart bird,” said Cobblepot. “We know where you live, and even if you leave Gotham, I go’ plenty of business in Blüdhaven.” He tilted his head slightly before quietly saying, “We wouldn’ want Patsy to gi’ involved, hm?”

Jessica felt her jaw clench.

Fuck! How could she be so stupid? Someone like Cobblepot never took ‘no’ for an answer. If he wanted Jessica, he’d find a way to get her. Asshole knew she was broke. She’d have no choice but to work for him, pay off her debt. He's probably been waiting for her to slip-up like this.

She swallowed down her fear. “I’ll get you your money.”

“Oh, really?” Cobblepot hacked. “And ‘ow are you gonna do tha’?”

“Do you care?” she snarked back.

That, apparently, wasn’t the right response. Cobblepot's face scrunched up in a hideous manner, scowling at her with murderous intent. “You ‘ave until midnight to drop my money off a’ the Iceberg Lounge,” he hopped off from the chair, the henchmen quickly standing up to follow, “or we’re gonna pay dear Patsy a visit tha’ she’ll nevah forget.”

Wow. What a line.

But Jessica kept her mouth shut as they walked away. They slammed the door on the way out, causing the glass to shake again. She waited, until the taps of Penguin’s umbrella echoed away.

She groaned in frustration, her hangover suddenly tripling after Cobblepot was gone.

Goddammit. What was she going to do? She didn’t have the money.

Jessica rubbed the ends of her palms into her eyes, willing it all to go away, but of course, it wouldn’t. She needed to come up with a plan.

She couldn’t move again. That was out of the question.

She couldn’t call Trish, not after ghosting her for so long. Though, maybe she should with Cobblepot involved. Jessica could warn her, ask for the money…

Before she knew it, she had her phone in hand, grasping it tightly, as if it would disappear. Her lifeline. All she had to do was press on Trish’s name. Jessica knew she would pick up in an instant. She always did.

The image of Trish, bailing her out with concern in her eyes, asking her what’s wrong, asking how she could help, asking her to open up, knowing Jessica couldn’t, that she can’t.

No, she wasn’t ready. Jessica let go of the phone and flipped it over, refusing to let herself even look at the screen again. Jessica knew if she did, she’d give in.

She couldn’t call Trish. She’d just want to get more involved, and Jessica would be damned if she let that happen. She'll find another way to get the money, though the ‘hows’ were limited.

The money Jason offered would be more than enough, but he wasn’t due back for another week, and he left no way for her to contact him.

That left Hogarth. Jessica will have to ask her for a job, a big one, and she'd ask for the money immediately. A process Hogarth didn’t do. Jessica would have to convince her. She’d have to owe Jeri a favor.

She winced at the idea. Hogarth would go for it, for sure, but she’d make sure Jessica would suffer for it.

She glanced back at the phone.

Bite the bullet, a small voice said. Not his, her own.

Call Trish.

She sighed, bouncing back and forth between the two, all while the pounding in her head made her feel so tired, so done. Then, Jessica grabbed her jacket and sunglasses, knowing they’d be her saving grace against the daylight. Jessica shoved her phone in her pocket, and stomped her way out of the apartment, making the long journey to Hogarth’s office.

She hated going through Grand Avenue, having to wave through all the people. At least in East End everyone gave you distance. Sure, it was done out of skepticism (you never know when someone was gonna jump you) but Jessica appreciated it nonetheless. But on Miagani Island, people didn’t care- too busy trying to make money to worry where they’re walking.

A business prick yapping on the phone ran into her and didn’t even flinch. They spilled their coffee all over her jacket. Jessica couldn’t even tell them off before a fresh crowd circled around her.

Needless to say, she was not having a good day.

She passed by Wayne Enterprises on her way to Hogarth’s firm, polished and gleaming in the light like it was Gotham’s sun. Hell, to these rich fucks it probably was. The entire building had an aura of money and luxury. It made Jessica's skin crawl, her stomach squeeze.

It didn't help that she saw Armani everywhere.

Keeping her eyes forward, Jessica ignored the building and kept walking. She wanted to make this quick so she could get to work, get the money- maybe get a hot dog- and hit the bar before having to drag her sorry ass to the Iceberg Lounge where she would hopefully, not die.

Finally, Jessica reached Hogarth’s building, pulling the glass door open and walking through in stride. While waiting for an elevator with a bunch of suits, she spotted a TV from the corner of her eye. Jack Ryder's stupid face covered the screen, going on and on about some conspiracy theory.

Great, she thought. Just what Gotham needed. More drama.

The elevator slid open and she packed her way in, ending up in the very back.

"Hey," Jessica called over to the front. "Can you press forty?"

Everyone looked at her.

She couldn’t really blame them. Jessica totally looked out of place here with her (now coffee stained) leather jacket and motorcycle boots. The jeans she wore hadn't been washed in who-knew-how-long, and she didn’t even bother brushing her hair. Or teeth.

Damn, she was a mess.

"Uh, excuse me," one of the suits said. "I'm sorry, but did you just say the fortieth floor?"

He scanned her face, disgust clearly written all over him.

A slimy grin, going on about how her clothes were hideous...

She suddenly felt the urge to punch something. To punch him.

"Yeah, I did," Jessica snapped. "Why? Did you forget how to count?"

The man, taken aback by her response, smartly kept his mouth shut.

Good. Skeevy prick.

The rest of the ride was silent as the elevator made its way up. When it hit the fortieth floor, she shuffled her way through.

Crisp, cool air provided by top-notch air conditioning blew across her face, and Jessica breathed in as much as she could, knowing she’ll need to be somewhat pleasant for Hogarth.

Feeling as ready as she’ll ever be, Jessica began to walk across the lobby, passing by the receptionist's desk.

"Is Hogarth in?" she asked, not breaking her pace.

"Oh, Jessica!” Pam cried. “Do you have an appoint-"

Jessica ignored her, and opened the door to Hogarth’s office.

She immediately spotted said lawyer at her desk.

"Hey," Jessica greeted. “I need a case.”

Hogarth glanced at her in shock, then quickly looked away. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Wayne."

Jessica followed her gaze to see a man sitting in front of her. He turned around, and wouldn’t you know it, Bruce Wayne's face was suddenly staring back.

Oh shit.

"Jessica," Hogarth said politely. Jessica wasn’t fooled- she could practically hear Hogarth’s teeth grinding all the way across the room. “As you can see, I’m in a meeting-”

"It's alright, Jeri. We were just about finished anyway,” Wayne waved her off.

He stood up from his seat, turned toward her. “And who might you be?"

Jessica’s thought process stuttered, reeling over the sheer coincidence of the situation. Just last week she was hired to track this guy, and here he was, standing right in front of her. Jessica just stared at him in a confused stupor. She didn’t know how to respond, if she even should respond. That last thing she needed was to make conversation with the subject. He wasn’t even supposed to know she existed.

Hogarth quickly made her way around.

"Mr. Wayne, this is Jessica Jones," she introduced.

Fuck.

“She’s a private investigator,” Hogarth continued.

Fuuuuuuuuuck.

“I hire her on occasion.” Hogarth gave her a side glance. When Jessica just stared back, Hogarth raised her eyebrows, signaling her to speak.

"Yup,” Jessica begrudgingly chimed in. “That’s me.”

“On occasion meaning you’re not official?” Wayne inquired playfully.

“Well, you know me, Bruce,” Hogarth said. “I don’t like to show all my cards.”

Wayne chuckled. “You don’t like to show any cards, Jeri.”

He steered back towards Jessica. “Well, it’s nice to have another detective in town. Gotham doesn’t seem to get enough of them.”

Jessica snorted at the joke.

"How long have you been an investigator, Miss. Jones?" Wayne put his hands in his pockets, an air of casualness.

Jessica eyed him cautiously, hesitant to answer. Usually, she was the one asking questions.

"Long enough," she finally replied. Not a real answer, but good.

“Well, you know, our legal department’s been meaning to hire more investigators,” said Wayne, thoughtfully. “We would be more than happy to sign you on.”

If Jessica’s brain stuttered before, it was full-on malfunctioning now. A giant, red “ERROR” message was flashing in her mind. Did he seriously just offer her a job? On the spot?

“That is, if you’re interested,” he added.

Jessica huffed in disbelief. Was this guy so delusionally rich he'd just offer her a job, without even checking her out? Did he do this with everybody? How the fuck was this a good way to run a business?

She scanned him, searching to see what his problem was. To his credit, he didn't seem unnerved by it. He just kept his ground, waited patiently.

“Thanks, but I hardly think I’m good enough for Wayne Enterprises,” she said, still eyeing him suspiciously.

“Well, you’re good enough for Jeri,” he motioned towards Hogarth.

“Oh please, Bruce,” chided Hogarth. “Don’t steal my employees just because I have a better eye than you.”

Wayne just smiled. “Fair enough.”

He threw a wink before making a show of checking his watch.

“Well, I’m afraid I've got business elsewhere but it was a pleasure meeting you, Jessica” he nodded her way, and then to Hogarth, “Jeri.”

He swiftly left the room, and Hogarth wasted no time being petty.

“Business elsewhere,” she snorted. “Probably a trip to Europe with some Swedish supermodel.” She made her way back to her desk, gracefully sitting herself down in her expensively large office chair.

“What I’d give to be him,” Hogarth sighed.

Jessica just looked back at the door, thinking. So that was Bruce Wayne? He was… exactly how she imagined; a handsome, charming businessman reeking of money and privilege, so rich he was on a different planet. Not even aware of how the outside world worked, not even caring who he hired for his own company. A foreigner, made out of hollowed plastic.

She didn’t get it. There were hundreds of other rich assholes like him. What made him so different? Why was everyone so obsessed with him? Why was Jason...

“Jessica!” Hogarth snapped, bringing her focus back. “What do you want?”

Oh. Right.

“I need a case,” said Jessica. “One that pays well, ” she hesitated before adding, “Really well.”

Hogarth, ever the shark, caught on immediately. “Don’t tell me you’re in trouble, Jessica.”

Jessica rolled her eyes. “I’m not-”

“The only reason why I hired you in the first place is because of your clean record.”

“Yeah, I know-”

“If you’ve gotten involved with anything illegal-”

“Jesus, I haven’t!” Jessica exclaimed. “Relax, okay. It’s nothing like that.” She looked off to the side, the image of Trish in her head, “I’ve got a family emergency, okay?”

“A family emergency,” Hogarth repeated skeptically.

“Yeah,” said Jessica. “It’s my sister.”

Hogarth raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you had a sister.”

“Yeah, well,” Jessica sighed in exasperation, “I do.”

Hogarth looked at her for a moment, before deciding Jessica was telling the truth.

“Well, you’re in luck. I need a summons delivered. It’s a big lawsuit. It will pay well,” Hogarth gave her a look, “significantly well.”

“I’ll need the money right away,” Jessica grimaced, knowing she was pushing it.

“You know that’s not how I do things,” said Hogarth.

“Look, I’ll…” This was it. “I’ll owe you a favor.”

Hogarth’s eyes lit up, the magic words spoken. But she didn’t latch on. Not yet.

"You said it yourself," Jessica carried on. "I'm the best investigator you know. Eight investigators couldn't take on the cases you gave them, except for me-"

"I know,” Hogarth quietly interrupted. A second passed, and Jessica could tell she was thinking it over. “Okay. I can pull some strings.”

Relief waved through Jessica’s shoulders, making her aware of the knots and tension she carried in there. She suddenly felt so sore, so tired.

Hogarth passed her a file, information on the case. “Don’t forget. You owe me a favor.”

Jessica nodded. “I’ll text you when I’m done.”

She turned to walk away, but paused, curiosity taking over.

“So,” she drawled. “What’s he like?”

"Bruce Wayne?" Hogarth questioned. "You just saw for yourself."

"Yeah, but… I mean," her mind raced. Hollowed plastic, not really a person. She used to think the same about Trish, before actually getting to know her. “There’s more to him than that, right?”

Hogarth simply stared back. "Goodbye Jessica."

She sighed in annoyance. Day drinking it was.

Hogarth’s subject won’t be back in town until later this evening. Jessica will get paid in time, but she’d be cutting it close. To distract herself from the ongoing anxiety she’s been feeling all fucking day, she pulled up any info she could get on Bruce Wayne.

Bruce Wayne. Age, thirty-eight. Son of Thomas Wayne and Martha Kane, dedicated philanthropists and responsible for the majority of charities circled around Gotham City.

So, the people of Gotham viewed the Waynes as their saving grace. It explains their devotion towards them.

Thomas and Martha Wayne were tragically murdered in Crime Alley, a mugging gone wrong. Bruce Wayne witnessed the scene. He was nine years old.

She paused at that. Witnessing your parents' death at such a young age, in such a brutal way. That would change a person. Jessica's mind flashed to her own family…

No. She couldn't get into that. Not now.

A short time later, Bruce Wayne disappeared from public view.

Doing what?

Jessica made a note.

Now the owner of Wayne Enterprises and the Wayne corporation, Bruce Wayne is the richest man in Gotham City, and one of the richest in the world.

A ton of power. And what has he done with it?

Bruce Wayne proudly built and invested in the Gotham City Orphanage.

Ah, okay. It makes sense, based on his past.

Bruce Wayne himself has three adopted children. The oldest, Dick Grayson. Working as a cop in Blüdhaven.

Hopefully this case won’t get to the point where she had to look into him. Jessica really didn’t have the mental capacity to go back to Blüdhaven.

The youngest, Tim Drake. Student at Gotham University.

One in Gotham. Good. And a couple of articles point to him being the future heir of Wayne Enterprises. Even better.

Jason Todd. Tragically died in a skiing accident.

She froze.

Jason.

Wait.

Son of a bitch.

She typed in 'Jason Todd'.

Nothing appeared. Jessica clicked on the next page. Still nothing. No picture, no bio. It was like he never existed.

It couldn't be a coincidence. It couldn't. It had to be the same guy. But if so, why say he's dead? He's obviously not. And the scar…

Her mind flashed back to the image of his face, the damaged J on his cheek.

A skiing accident couldn't have done that. Was… was Bruce Wayne responsible for that?

She thought back to her interaction with Wayne. How charming and cool he appeared. It could all easily be an act. Money and power were often tied with corruption, and with the amount that Wayne had, Jessica wouldn’t be surprised if there was something there, lurking behind the expensive suit and dazzling smile.

It could’ve been a ploy, offering her a job. Maybe Wayne was trying to keep an eye on her…

No. She was being paranoid. Jessica had no confirmation this Jason guy and Jason Todd were the same person. Jason could be lying about his name for all she knew. Maybe it was a code name. A symbol of honor for the dead kid?

She glanced back at the time. It was getting close to eight. Jessica had a summons she had to deliver. With a heavy sigh, she closed her laptop, deciding to push it all back for now.

Jessica grabbed her flask and filled it with booze. She grabbed her bag, her camera, and swiftly exited her apartment. When she closed the door and walked away, she left the mystery there. Sitting in her apartment, waiting in the dark. She wanted to fix it, to figure it out. But she couldn’t, not yet.

She had to save her own ass first.

#catduet writes #aka knight #fanfic #jessica jones #batman #jason todd #crossover fic

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sam-roulette · 4 years

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some out of context quotes about the “Martin being deleted from TMA and being inserted as a Mechanisms before both worlds collide crossover au” that me and Not!Sam have been talking over on discord:

- Gunpowder tells Martin that some humans have switches like Drumbot Brian and Martin is trying to like lowkey figure out where Mortal Tim's is so he’ll stop making cultural references Martin doesn’t get

- “That’s how Jon hears about Martin being one of the last of his kind. Getting into an argument with his play-psychiatrist crew mate in an alleyway after trauma-fighting Annabelle Cane.”

- Martin’s going “to be fair... Old skin can be really uncomfy Jon :( humans are Super lucky their old skin just slowly falls off in bits and pieces over time!!!! That way their skin grows With them :)” and Jon’s just sitting there like thank you for sharing but also Please do not talk about skin shedding like that ever again

- Absolutely all of Martin’s Mechs family disapproves of Jon at first. The disapproval is three parts “jesus Christ Martin’s being a mortalfucker again” and one part “Hey this one can’t fight a bear :/”

- “Well I wish I was up on the upper crust / Livin’ life among the rust / but I’m wiring rivers in the world below / below, below, below...” (prototype verse for an Acheron work song. title pending.)

- “Out beyond I hear the thunder / Of fear upon their lips / The worlds you seek to join and plunder / I’ll pull them from their last eclipse” (Possible Martin verse in “Negotiation Song”? Lyrics are still being workshopped. Actual title pending.)

- for songs that we’re taking inspiration from, in order of fic appearance: The Dreadful Wind And Rain (a Scottish murder ballad) ; Sugar in the Hold (a work shanty) ; The Unquiet Grave (English folk song)

- Drumbot Brian only gives his prophecies to the tune that he has in Hanged Man Rusts. No one can tell if this is a deliberate thing that he just does or if it’s some other part of his programming for Some goddamn reason

- Jon spends an inordinate amount of time trying to hear the prophecy that Drumbot Brian says he has after hearing that there’s apparently an alternate timeline version of Jon who’s lost all his humanity and ended the world but keeps getting Hilariously Interrupted

- Martin, who’s also been around for centuries at this point and had a good chunk of his morality slowly whittled away by being the PR guy for These Murderous Assholes, meets the Archive long before he meets human Jon

- Lowkey? Martin thinks the Archive is...... Kinda Hot

#tma #jonmartin #the mechanisms #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #now martin's got what we call Gay Morality #its like Gray Morality! but also hes gayer about it #mechanisms martin #sam tag #not sam tag

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fictionallemons · 3 years

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My Supernatural Story

For years people told me I should watch Supernatural. "Oh, you like Sherlock and ship Johnlock, you would love Supernatural. Oh, you like writing fanfic, you should watch Supernatural." But I never did. I chalk it up to it starting the year I cut the cord on cable TV. By the time Supernatural started streaming it had been on so long I thought there was no way I could catch up.

Flash forward to 2019. I'm looking for something to watch when doing dishes and stuff because there's only so many time you can rewatch Murder, She Wrote (it's a lot, but there's still a limit). Another mom at the bus stop mentions Supernatural when I ask for show recommendations. "It's starting its last season. The first five seasons are the best, but it's still pretty good."

I look up how many seasons it's been by now and my jaw drops. Fifteen seasons? Jesus Christ. But the fact that it's officially ending give me motivation. Something about knowing exactly how many episodes I'm in for if I end up liking it makes me feel better about the whole thing. I'm also looking for a new fandom and I know there's an entire world of SPN fanfiction out there so if I end up liking the show, then I have a ton of fic open to me. I've been on Tumblr for a couple of years at this point, mostly for Sherlock, so I'm aware of this ship called Destiel, and I know it's pretty huge, so who knows, maybe I'll get into it.

I watch the first episode one sunny September afternoon before the kids get home from school. It's a little scary, a lot dark—I mean, the cinematography is like super dark, and I spend most of the episode wondering how I've gone this far in my life without knowing how fucking adorable Jensen Ackles's stupid face is. I came for the entry to the fanfiction, I stayed for Dean, not going to lie. Don't get me wrong, I like Sam, too, but even though in real life Jared Padalecki and I are the same age, when I start watching he's 22 and I'm 37, and I see him as a kid. Then I'm like—where's this Castiel character I've heard so much about? Quick Google later…he doesn't show up until the FOURTH SEASON? Are you serious? I have to watch three whole seasons before meeting the character I'm supposed to be shipping with my idiotic, adorable Dean?

Turns out I didn't mind waiting because I last all of three episodes before I break down and search the Dean/Sam tag on AO3. I learn the term Wincest. I cringe. Then I Google "starter Wincest recs." I'm in denial about this ship. I find Invisible Boy and other Weecest fics and think, gross. There's no way I can read about underage brothers. Blech. I start with Nyxocity. I don't want to read too far ahead of where I am in the show, so I start slow. But it's inexorable. Inevitable. The more I read, the more it all makes so much sense. What brother is going to literally sell his soul and damn himself to Hell to save his baby brother? Said brother is definitely in love with baby brother. Becoming Wincest trash is easy. And, shocker, my tolerance grows to a point where even Weecest doesn't bother me, as long as it's good. By the time the fabled Castiel shows up on the scene, I'm so deeply involved in Sam and Dean's love story that I kind of find Cas annoying. Handsome and charismatic, but annoying. Not to mention constantly fucking up.

And remember when I said I stayed with the show for Dean? True, I still spend a good portion of every show marveling over the way the camera adores Jensen's face, but Sam, strong, smart Sam grew on me so hard. (Soulless Sam rivals Dean on the hot scale any day imo.) He's another flavor of adorable.

So I make it to the end of Season Five. Swan Song, aka a Wincest love letter. I sob my way through it and think. Okay. I could stop now. I'd be okay to stop. But there were so many legendary episodes I had heard of and couldn't bring myself to watch out of order, like Baby and the Scooby Doo crossover. Not to mention my poor Sam is in hell…or is he?…and Dean and Lisa make me want to throw up in my mouth. And the fanfiction obsession's getting worse. At this point, I'm deeply into J2 fics as well (all the fun of Wincest without the pesky incest part), and reading the occasional Destiel fic even though it doesn't really do anything for me, but there are so many interesting characters that my favorite writers reference and I have no idea who they are: Charlie? Benny? Rowena? Jack? I don't know who these people are, but I know I won't be complete until I find out. So I keep watching. And reading. And, yes, eventually writing my own Wincest and J2 fics, too.

By the time the show shuts down in March, I've watched probably half the episodes. By the time it comes back in October, I've caught up. I've watched every episode there is. Seven left. Seven episodes I'll have to actually wait a whole week in between to watch, like the old days.

I sob when Cas dies in Despair. The guy grew on me, even though I never could ship him and Dean canonically. The fact that the writers made canon that he was in love with Dean really changes the entire way I view the show now. Not in a bad way, just…the show really isn't about romance. It's about Sam and Dean and saving the world. So while I'm sad to lose Cas, I'm happy they're ending the show the way it started, with Dean and Sam and the Impala. I love how they dealt with Chuck and I cry when Jack fades away. I sob again when they pull a motherfucking montage on us at the end of 15x19. But I'm happy it's just the two of them again. (I am kind of disappointed that the series started with Sam as the emotional core, and then shifted to Dean, and never quite figured out how to shift back. Yes, Sam's awesome, and he's had some moments to shine, and he's saved Dean as many times as Dean's saved him. But has his arc really been as epic as Dean's turned out to be?)

And yet I'll be okay if they drive off into the sunset together, literally. Even if they die, if they die together and end up in their shared heaven, I'll be okay. I need my boys to be together, forever and always. I need them to have each other. I need them to have peace. I need them to choose each other, over and over again, always and forever. It sucks for everyone they've met and loved that all those people are basically collateral damage in the Sam and Dean Save the World Show, but oh well. That's the show. That's why I watched 327 episodes in 14 months. That's why I've worried about these boys since episode one. That's why I'm grateful I finally started watching. In Cas's words, the show changed me. Yes, I joined the fandom about fourteen years too late.

Better late than never.

My Wincest fics on AO3 My J2 fics on AO3 My bookmarks on AO3 in case you want recs

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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 52)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:4918

Warnings: Language, Jealous Tony, uncontrollable powers, dangerous situation, arguing, Tony done fucked up, unwarranted action, talk of the past, Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A few days have passed and the closer they were to completely removing the powers from Shannon, the weaker she got. At some point it had been too much that she could no longer stay awake long enough to do much. She and Bruce had rescheduled the garden walks for when she had more strength. Tony had been seen around the mansion more often but each time it seemed as though Bruce was always around to keep Shannon company. He knew he would eventually have to confront Bruce about his feelings towards his wife.

Bruce would frequent the room to check up on both women then it was noticeable that the real person he went to see was Shannon rather. He would often sit next to her and read to her or just stayed and chat. You personally didn’t mind that he was here so often, you just hoped that he wouldn’t get too attached because after all Shannon is a married woman.

On one of those days that he had come to visit her, they had been sharing the bed and you had been sleeping off the exhaustion from the recent transfusion. Tony walked in holding a tray of her favorite food when he found the two all snuggled in the small bed. Shannon had her eyes closed leaning her head on his chest as he massaged her head and read one of her favorite books.

“What the hell is going on here?” He dropped the tray harshly on the table near the door. “You two are looking extremely fucking cozy.”

“Tony, relax and lower your voice. You’ll wake up Y/N,” Bruce said as he pointed over to you curled up to your pillow. “Shannon wanted me to read to her.”

Shannon was listening to them argue and had had enough of it. She opened her eyes.

“Please. Can you two not start right now? I'm exhausted and I’d appreciate it if you two didn’t fight while Y/N is sleeping.” She attempted to move and Bruce helped her, adding a few more pillows around her. “I’ll leave. You two to talk.” He smoothed her hair back. “I’ll go check on the tests we did today give me a shout if you need me.”

“No need, Mr. Nurse, I'll be here.” Tony remarks as the other man leaves. “Care to explain what the fuck is going on here?”

“Would you lower your damn voice, Stark! My head is pounding.” She rubbed her temple. “He’s just been keeping a close eye on me.”

“Maybe a little too close, wouldn’t you say?” he snapped, his eyes hard on hers. “Keeping an eye on you? Seriously, Shan? Does he cuddle Y/N too? Either he’s being professional or he’s not, and curling up in bed with you goes way beyond being a helper.”

“I asked him to sit next to me so that he wouldn’t have to raise his voice.” she shook her head. “What’s gotten into you lately? it’s like you are being a child.”

“I’m the child?” he asked, fuming, pointing to himself. “You’re the one flouting around with Banner! We just got married, Shannon. Does that mean nothing to you? How the fuck would you feel if you saw me cuddled up to Pepper on our couch and my response was, ‘Oh, sorry, hun, she had a headache and I wanted to keep an eye on her.’?”

“Oh you wanna talk about cuddling up to other people?! Okay fine. How about the times I've seen you getting real cozy with Pepper back at the office? Or during one of your famous parties and you’ve taken countless women back to the room?” Shannon growled back getting mad that he’s getting upset over nothing important. “Yes I did get married to you and it means more than you think, Stark but if you think that for a second you're gonna get to act like this then you’ve got something else coming your way.” the lights slowly dimmed and her hand was shaking

“I’ve never been unfaithful to you, ever. Pepper is a good worker and a close friend, you know this. Those women and parties were long before you and I even had our first date. How can you tell me I can’t get mad? My best friend is lying in bed with my wife! You’ve barely looked at me or talked to me since you’ve been admitted to the mansion for these treatments. But every time I turn around, you’re with Bruce. What the hell else am I supposed to think, Shannon?”

“You only recently started showing up and that was after you found out I was sick! Half the time you're here, you're somewhere else doing who knows what.” she crosses her arms to hide her shaking hands. “I can’t just get out of bed and go find you and drag you back here.” there was a light buzz of the electrical system. “The only people who even stay long enough for me to spend time with are Bruce, Wade, and Remy and half of the time he’s here for Y/N. For Christ sake even Logan, who doesn’t always like to talk, would come see me.” By then her anger was growing and she had no idea where it was headed.

Tony stopped for a moment, trying to reel his anger in. “I can’t fucking believe this. I’m getting attacked after I found you in bed with another guy. This is fucking backwards.” He rubbed his forehead, shutting his eyes tight. “I’m here for you, Shannon! I always am! Every time I come here, it’s to see you. Sorry if i have an obligation to do some work while I'm here too, but I do.”

“What’s fucking backwards is that my husband is acting like a fucking asshole and treating me like I’m sleeping with someone else!” Her powers helped her get up and her eyes had gone red and she had no control of her powers. “What work could you possibly be doing that's been taking up your time.” she dared him to say something else to push her buttons. “So don’t you come in here acting like the victim.”

“Fine. Fuck it. Have it your way. You and Banner can cozy up all you want. I’m out of here.” He started to grab his things, ready to leave. He saw that she was beyond control and maybe it was actually best he leave.

The door slams shut cutting him off from leaving. “You are not about to run off after starting this!” her voice booms.

All anger vanished at her voice and the sight of the door. “Shannon,” he started carefully. “Let’s just let this go. You don’t want to do anything you’ll regret,” he warned. The fight was officially over. It was time for him to go into survival mode. He didn’t have a suit on or near him, and the only person who could save him, was you, who was somehow miraculously sleeping through this entire ordeal.

“Aww does the Great Tony Stark feel helpless now?” the lights flickered harder. She was losing control of her powers.

At the sound of the door slamming and loud voices, you woke up. Your eyes snapped open and you heard Shannon. You immediately jumped out of bed, adrenaline charging you. Shannon was standing while Tony seemed to be shrinking away from his wife. You immediately moved to stand in front of Tony, your hand out.

“Shannon,” you began softly. “Whatever’s going on, you need to fight it,” you encouraged. “Your powers have taken over and you’re about to hurt your husband, Tony, whom you love very much,” you reminded soothingly.

“Why are you defending him!” She got angrier. “He’s acting like I’ve betrayed him. I've done nothing wrong.” She felt like she was fighting really hard to take back control. There was a look of confusion on her face. It's like there was something wrong.

You narrowed your eyes before glancing at the door, using your power to open it.

“Tony, go get Logan, now,” you ordered quickly before whipping your face back to Shannon’s. Tony ran out into the hall, shouting for Logan.

“Y/N, you know i’d never do anything to hurt him.” She groans. “I can’t control my powers.” she managed to grunt out. “This is your doing Tony!” she said as the two entered the room.

Logan ran back into the bedroom, with Tony in tow.

“Jesus, Shan,” Logan remarked.

“Grab her,” you instructed. You threw your powers out, wrapping around her, electrifying her for just a second, just enough to throw her off guard. Long enough that Logan could grab her. He lurched forward, grabbing her in a bear hug, toppling over with her on the bed. You ran over, put your hand on her head, and again, robbed her of all of her senses. When she finally stopped writhing in Logan’s grasp, you let go. She seemed to go to sleep, which wasn’t what you were doing to her. “Logan?” you asked, peering at him, wondering if he’d somehow accidentally hurt her.

“Wasn’t me,” he assured as he got up, letting her go.

Shannon lied, motionless on the bed. Her eyes closed. She’d passed out, possibly, her powers over taking her.

“Shit,” you breathed, terrified you’d hurt her somehow. “Someone go get Hank,” you ordered, your voice shaking.

Logan ran off to go find Hank and came back a few moments later.

“What happened here?” Hank asked as he noticed that some of the lights were busted.

“We had an argument and then something went wrong it’s like her powers went haywire.” Tony said. He walked over to where she was.

“Well it looks like what Charles and I had predicted, we predicted her powers would try to control her once more and it caused her to enter into a comatose state.” He moved to set the monitors into a new setting to watch for any changes in her during her new state.

“She’s what?” Tony looked up. “That can’t be true, right? Tell me it’s not true!” He looked exasperated. He had been the reason that she entered this phase and it was going to kill him if she didn’t come back.

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Shannon was now in her comatose state next to you. The only light in the room was the moonlight. You’d been lying on your bed for hours, staring straight up as Remy lay beside you. You’d already explained that Shannon and Tony got in a fight, causing her powers to finally take full control and shut her down physically. You told him you were worried it was your fault, even though Hank had assured you a million times it was her powers that did it.

“You okay?” he suddenly asked.

“Not exactly,” you admitted with a sigh.

“Well, physically though. Between the session from today and having to use your powers on Shannon yesterday...” he said.

You shrugged. “I’m a little weak.”

“What got them fighting anyhow? Tony and Loki?” he questioned, curious. It’d been a day, but Remy’d heard about the fight between Loki and Tony. He decided to give you some space, seeing as within 24 hours your boyfriend was fighting your best friend’s husband, and you had to use your powers to basically deactivate her. Now she was comatose.

You bit your lip, thinking if you wanted to confide in Remy what the fight was actually about.

“They were… Loki’s jealous of you,” you blurted out.

He made a noise of disappointment. “I don’t like speakin’ out of turn, chere, but he ain’t no good for you.”

“Remy,” you moaned, exasperated. “Don’t do this. Not now, please.”

“Well when the hell should I do it?” he challenged, his voice more stern than normal. “When you’re married to that maniac?”

Your eyes glowed purple. “Don’t,” you begged through clenched teeth.

“Y/N/N, what can he possibly give you?” he asked, a pleading in his tone.

“A life,” you answered, turning your head towards him.

His face was still soft as he peered at you. “What kinda life is this? This is an idea of a life. This ain’t no real life.”

“I love him, okay? We’ve been through everything together. He understands me.”

“And you think I don’t?” he asked as if he were offended. “Both of us orphaned. Both of us have got this odd power in us. Both of us don’t really belong anywhere. Come on, you know you love travelin’, that’s why you’re always doin’ your science out in the field. We’re both nomads.”

You shook your head, turning away from him.

“I can’t do this, I love him,” you said in return, your voice thick. You flung your legs off the side of the bed and tried to get up and leave the room. You only made it to the doorway when Remy’s voice caught you.

“Look at what he’s doin’ to you, darlin’. Every time he is around, there’s a fight. Shannon’s wedding, here, New York… Confrontation follows that guy like a shadow. Life with him has not been easy, and it ain’t gonna never get any better,” he stated, begging in his voice.

“You don’t understand, alright? I love him. I nearly died for him.”

“Well maybe that’s what’s wrong. You’ve done all this for him. What’s he done for you?” he asked.

“He’s done more for me than I can ever repay,” you assured, your voice ominous, and Remy had no choice but to believe you.

“Is that all you want your relationship to be? ‘I owe him this’, ‘She owes me that’, ‘I owe him my life’.”

“Don’t cheapen the situation,” you ordered. “Loki didn’t trick me or ask me to do anything. Everything I’ve done, every choice I’ve made was on me.”

“And what about now? I understand before, but now. You’re not in jail any more together, you don’t have to be together.”

“But I want to be,” you insisted.

“Really? Because when we were dancin’ earlier, I felt the spark. You can lie and say you didn’t feel it too, but I know you did.”

"Why now? Why are you telling me this now? You have had years."

He frowned at you incredulously, as if you'd lost your mind. "Years? When exactly was I supposed to tell you? When we were kids and you were about to leave for college and I couldn't follow you there? Or how about when you graduated and went all over the world for research. Or maybe when you skipped out on the entire planet to go play Prince and Princess, and wound up in prison. Tell me, when was I s'pose to tell you mah feelin's?"

You threw your hands out to the side, exasperated, shaking your head. "I don't know what you want me to say. I'm in love with someone else and I can't change the past."

Without much warning, he closed the distance between you two and his lips were on yours in a warm embrace, his hands in your hair. The sensation hit you as if you'd been electrified. His energy and yours combined and for half a second, you forgot everything but Remy LeBeau - then suddenly you remembered Loki, and nothing but him. You shoved Remy away, only taking a split second to charge your fist.

You slammed your knuckles into his jaw and it nearly sent him to the floor.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" you demanded with rage, your fist still charged with purple energy.

While he was still bent over rubbing his jaw, he answered, “I was thinkin’ I’d change your mind. Shoulda seen that comin’,” he noted. He straightened up, his hand still touching his jaw. “You pulled your punch,” he remarked.

You crossed your arms. “Yeah and now I’m wishing I didn’t. Remy...I love Loki. You don’t get to do this to me. You’re my oldest friend.” All you could do was shake your head and walk off to your room, having nothing further to say to him. You laid on your bed, your chest tight as tears rolled down your cheeks.

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The following evening, Tony came up to visit Shannon. You were absorbed in a book. You’d still been healing Shannon even while comatosed, but now that she was unconscious all the time you had no friends. Remy kept his distance and you think word had gotten around the mansion and now no one spoke to you. You honestly thought they were being courteous and giving you room.

However, Loki hadn’t been back since the fight and this didn’t help your morale. No Loki, no Shannon, no Remy, no anyone.

Except Tony. He was here, looking like someone had taken the light out of his life. You eyed him up and down for a moment before finally getting the courage to ask, “Gotta long face, Tony… What’s up?”

Maybe it was the fact that Shannon was comatose and couldn’t talk to him. Maybe he was desperate. Maybe he was lonely, but for whatever reason, he opened up to you. “I put her here. And it’s not just fighting your pretty boy that did it.”

You frowned. “I’m not sure I follow.”

“I pushed her away from you. You’re her best friend and here you were the one to fix her. I just… I didn’t trust you, Y/N/N. After New York, you were this different person. You were vivid, full of life, curious. Then you went up there, came back, and suddenly you’re trying to kill us for… him. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I still can’t.”

You pressed your lips into a firm line. “Did Shannon ever tell you what happened? While I was gone.”

“Other than you were brainwashed, no. Why, does it matter?”

“Depends on who you ask,” you noted with a bit of a humorless laugh. You put your book on the nightstand and looked back to him. “I met Loki here, on Earth. I was able to see him. This got Thor and Loki wondering if I was Asgardian. Well, we went there and sure enough, we found out my parents were Asgardian and Frigga started to raise me with Thor and Loki. I felt as if I belonged somewhere. Don’t get me wrong, Earth feels like home, but so does Asgard. Earth is what I know, what I grew up with, but Asgard has this familiarity to it. Like a childhood home.”

Tony sat there, listening.

“So here I am, I finally find out who my parents are, what race I am. Not to mention this magic I have. Then suddenly… Loki learns he’s adopted too, he’s not even Asgardian, well he’s half. He became consumed with rage. He’d been lied to. He’d been treated differently his whole life and now he knew why… In his fit of rage, Thor had to stop him from killing another race - the Frost Giants, his true race. When he did that, Loki ended up trying to commit suicide. Odin held onto him on the bridge, and Loki he… he just let go,” you recalled, the feeling bubbling back up inside you. “I’d gotten somewhat close to Loki. I’d cracked his hard outer shell a bit. And for some reason, that day, when I saw him falling, all I could think was ‘not him, I can’t live with out him.’ And I jumped after him. I mean, I was kind of raised with him, we were both lost people tied to Asgard, orphans - you know? There was this common ground.We had gotten to know each other very well in two months. I was completely in love.” A fond smile pulled at your lips as you remembered those easy days. “Shannon was the same way with you. I don’t know if she ever told you,” you stated.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“She didn’t care much for you, until she worked in your lab. She admired your work, and your mind, but it wasn’t until she worked with you every day that she really fell hard. She just kind of saw you for the persona you put on.”

Tony didn’t even argue the point you made. He knew that you knew him well enough to know he was mostly show, all a distraction for his insecurities and fears.

“But she saw you for this sensitive, sweet, intelligent guy. The same thing happened with Loki. He was this cold, rigid man. But once I got him to open up, he was the most romantic, caring man I’d ever met. He’d just been looked over all his life. No matter how hard he worked, no matter how many battles he won, no matter how many academic challenges he crushed, he never earned the praise of his people or his father.”

“Maybe we have more in common than I thought,” Tony muttered. “But why go through all that, for him? I mean, the brainwashing, torture, nearly killing the avengers and Shannon… All that for him?”

“It was never, ever our intention to kill any of you, let alone hurt you. We were sincerely hoping that we could at most turn Bruce into a wrecking machine that you would have to focus on. That was the best case scenario… But it didn’t happen.” You bit your lip. “Thanos said he would kill Loki if I failed… What would you have done? If it came to fighting Rhodey and your friends, to keep her alive?” you questioned, your tone slightly challenging.

Tony’s eyebrows slowly rose as he gazed at the floor.

“I was just trying to save him, save us, save our lives. We’d endured a year of suffering and torture… I didn’t want it to all be in vain. What would you have done?” you asked.

After several moments, he finally spoke up. Tony Stark being speechless was something you never thought you’d witness.

“Can’t say I’d have done much differently,” he agreed begrudgingly.

You gazed down at your hands, toying with your fingers.

“Tony, I still mean what I said years ago. You’re still one of my greatest friends, and you’ve always been great to Shannon. Don’t be so hard on yourself. She loves you more than anything. I wish we could go back to what we were,” you noted with a half grin. “I know we can’t but… I’d like to at least start over.”

A smile played at his lips. “Yeah, I’d like that too,” he stated. “But no starting over. Too much work and I don’t want to have to remember all your favorite things. Let’s just call it even and say it’s water under the bridge, yeah?”

A laugh escaped you. “Agreed.”

“I guess everyone is turning over a new leaf,” he commented, seeming amused.

“How so?”

“Well after Lokster and I went rounds, we went out for drinks.”

“Really?” you questioned, a skeptical laugh escaping you.

“Yeah.”

“How did that go? I miss him. Even though he’s an ass, I wish he’d come around.”

Tony winced. “Yeah, about that….”

You frowned. “What about it?”

“Remember that we’re friends again when I tell you this--”

“What?” you questioned, your eyes narrowing as you started to get off the bed. “What did you do, Tony?”

“He was feeling really… well homesick. I guess. He thought maybe he’d be better off just going back to Asgard and I said, ‘Well why don’t you?’”

“What!?” you all but shrieked. “Tony, why? How could you do that?’

He stood up to meet you at eye level. “Hear me out. Look, he misses his home. He thinks his dad will you know, go easy on him since he served a sentence out here. He confided some things to me and I thought maybe… Well… you just changed so much since you met. I just wonder if maybe you aren’t better off without him.”

“Better off without-- That is not your place to decide!” you yelled.

“I know.”

“How did he even leave? He was under probation here and you’ve got a travel restriction on him.”

“I may have lifted that so he could leave.”

“You did this on purpose!” you accused angrily.

“Y/N/N, listen to me,” he begged, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m just thinking of you here. Ever since you met him your life has been one train wreck after another. Did you ever wonder if maybe you two aren’t meant for each other? Maybe your lives would be easier apart. You want to live here on Earth, and he wants to be on Asgard.”

It seemed as if Shannon could feel strong emotions that her friend was feeling and that caused her to wake up. It’d been so long since she’d been awake but it's like she was perfectly fine.

“Y/N, what's wrong? Did Tony tell you something to piss you off?” She sat up looking from her best friend to her husband who she remembers she still had to finish talking with.

“Babe, you're awake!” Tony exclaimed, rushing to her side to hold her hand. “Are you feeling okay? Do you need something to drink?”

“I’m fine, Tony. I'm more worried about Y/N. What did you tell her?”

“I told her that I gave Loki permission to leave New York and go back to his family on Asgard. I figured that he should get to go back, seeing as he missed his family.”

“Tony, what were you thinking?! He shouldn't have left, let alone by himself. They still had things to fix. You had no right to do that.”

"Shan, sweetie, you need to rest. I can take it from here. I'm going after Loki," you said defiantly as you started to grab clothes and a suitcase.

“Y/N, I can’t let you do that by yourself. The least I can do after everything you’ve done for me is go with you and help you sort out this problem.” She looked over at Tony, giving him a look. “As for you, we’re going to finish our conversation before I passed out when we come back.”

Tony looked away, knowing he was going to get an earful from her when she got back about everything that’s happened.

“Y/N, finish packing. I’ll go shower and get dressed really quick. Think you can pack my bag?”

"Of course," you said solemnly.

“You just woke up. I dont think it’s a good idea for you to be going to another planet just yet, babe.” He watched her get up and start heading for the bathroom.

“I know I probably shouldn’t be doing this but it needs to be done. Who knows how things will go when they talk? I need to be there in case of anything.” And with that, she walked into the bathroom. A little while later she was showered and dressed. Just then Bruce walked in to do his routine check on her.

“Shannon! You’re awake. You shouldn’t be up and walking around just yet.” He rushed to her to make sure she didn’t fall. “Where are you going?” He noticed the two packed bags.

“Y/N and I are going to go find Loki and have him come back to earth so those two to talk things out.”

“Where exactly are you going?” he asked, hoping it wasn’t too far

“Asgard,” she simply responded.

“No, Shannon! I can’t let you do that. Who knows how your body will react to you entering their planet.”

“I’ll be fine. If anything, the doctors over there can check me, plus my healing factor has been active this entire time so I’m okay.”

“I’d rather me or someone else go with you two just to make sure,” Bruce said, not seeing how Tony reacted to him saying that.

“Babe, he’s right you two shouldnt go, healing factor or not you are not at 100 just yet.”

“I am a grown ass woman I can go where I please and if you really want to come Bruce, I’m not stopping you. Just don’t think I’m going to do everything you say,” she called over her shoulder as she grabbed her bag and both women headed out the door.

“Wait, let me grab some things and I’ll go with you both. Just to keep you girls safe.” He went to the room that was close by, no one had realized he had switched rooms to be closer to Shanon. “Alright, I've got everything, you want to lead the way?” He gestured to you to go ahead of them.

“On it,” you said confidently as you walked out of the mansion, far away from it, and out into the field behind it. Shannon and Bruce were just behind you, following you out.

Tony pulled Bruce back. “You better not dare try anything while you three are there, got it?” he warned the taller man. “Remember who she’s married to, Banner.”

“Relax, would you? As her doctor, I’m keeping it professional.” He walked away in hopes of ending the conversation there.

As soon as everyone made their way beside you, everyone’s luggage in hand, you took a deep breath. “Heimdall, open the bifrost, please,” you requested. It was so odd, you hadn’t been to Asgard since the fall. You wondered how it would feel returning to your ‘home.’

Heimdall opened the rift and within the blink of an eye, a rainbow shroud formed around you to take you away.

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Unforseen Chasm (Part 52)

Part 52 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 4918 Warnings: Language, Jealous Tony, uncontrollable powers, dangerous situation, arguing, Tony done fucked up, unwarranted action, talk of the past Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it

A few days have passed and the closer they were to completely removing the powers from Shannon, the weaker she got. At some point it had been too much that she could no longer stay awake long enough to do much. She and Bruce had rescheduled the garden walks for when she had more strength. Tony had been seen around the mansion more often but each time it seemed as though Bruce was always around to keep Shannon company. He knew he would eventually have to confront Bruce about his feelings towards his wife.