#marvel fan fiction
I’ve picked up a number of new followers lately, and some of you all are even real people and not porn bots! Anyway, between that and me now having over 80 works on AO3, I’ve tried to organize many of my works into series or collections. So, without further ado:
Series Link Here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Griselda_Gimpel/series
Equine Resurrections: Valdemar fics with characters from The Last Herald-Mage Trilogy & Brightly Burning reincarnated as horses
Lieutenants in Love: Taku/Venomm Black Panther comics fics because if I don’t write ‘em, who will?
Queen & Knight: Slowburn Waller/Vertigo DC comics fics set pre-New 52
Sucky Ficlets: WinterBirb silly fics for The Falcon & The Winter Soldier
Rebuilding Ishval: Post-series Scar/Miles FMA fics, idealist edition
Love & Sedition: Post-series Scar/Miles/Olivier FMA fics, cynical edition
Collections Here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Griselda_Gimpel/collections
Griselda Gimpel’s Charming Crossovers
Griselda Gimpel’s Crack Fics
Griselda Gimpel’s Fanart & Illustrated Fan Fics
Griselda Gimpel’s Furry Fiction
And finally, of course, there’s my original novel The Tyrant, the Fairy, and the Au Pair: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22527877/chapters/53830249
What We Once Were (Ruby Hale x Chase Davenport) Drabble
If I closed my eyes I could still feel the heat of your touch in my ice cold hands. I could almost see you standing in front of me leaning into my chest for comfort.
But those were distant memories now. That was before he took you from me. You were so oblivious to the vile things happening around you, I thought hiding it from you would keep you safer. But I think that ended up being your downfall in the end. And I have no one to blame but myself. I let him get too close. I let his plan get too far.
In my dreams I can still hear your shrill screams of pain in the distance echoing off the cement walls. You were so close yet so far. And no matter how fast I ran I could never save you. He always got to you first and flooded your mind with his own dark and twisted thoughts.
My fingers gently ran over the long scar stretching from my shoulder to my elbow. You gave this to me in a fit of rage. But i’m not mad at you. It serves as a daily reminder of the beautiful girl I could once say was mine.
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“Think of me as a sort of… guardian demon.”
“PFFFFTTT-HA!” Jessica did an actual spit-take and burst into laughter, first at Crowley, then at herself, shaking her head in disbelief. “Guardian demon! Leave it to me to have guardian demon! Did the angels just give up, or…?”
“Jessica Jones, I can think of only one angel who might be qualified to be your celestial guardian,” the demon teased, “but he currently has his hands full shooing customers away from his bookshop. Face it, I’m the only being, celestial or infernal, who is not only capable but also willing and intrigued enough to put up with your bullshit.”
“Fair enough,” Jessica smiled.
Inspired by this prompt
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Summary: You visit Bucky in Wakanda.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes X fem!Reader
Warnings: Skinny dipping + implied smut + some parts are NSFW
“I’m surprised that he’s letting you visit him. While he’s been here he’s only let Ayo and I see him.” Shuri told you.
You let out a quiet laugh as you looked over at her.
“I haven’t seen him since he escaped from HYDRA for good. So, that’s probably why he agreed to this.” you said, still smiling.
“Ah, I see.” Shuri replied.
She kindly smiled at you as she pointed at Buckys hut. You smiled back at her as you walked over to it.
She happily watched you from a far, it was nice having someone new visiting Bucky.
You slowly opened the curtain that acted as a door to his hut and peered inside. You quietly admired him before you made your presence known.
His hair was still long, he had a full beard and the fake arm from his time as the winter soldier was still missing.
You put your hands behind your back as you looked down at him, he looked to be incredibly lost in his thoughts.
“Bucky?” you quietly said as you walked into the hut.
As soon as he heard your voice, he quickly stood up and looked directly at you. He paused for a moment before he closed the gap between you two and wrapped his arm around you.
His masculine scent filled your nostrils as you snaked both of your arms around him. You hummed as a feeling of comfort consumed you.
A few moments later as he remained in your arms, he began to plant several kisses to your face. You had never seen Bucky be this affectionate, but you weren’t complaining.
“God, I’ve missed you. What took you so long?” he said as he pulled away.
Your hands went behind your back again as you slowly sat down on his bed, causing him to sit down next you a second later.
“I knew you were going through a lot at the time and I just didn’t want to intrude or come off as annoying. I just knew that you needed your space. Y’know?” you explained.
Bucky then scooted closer to you and twirled around his finger a piece of your hair that had fallen in front of your face.
You looked at him with a bittersweet smile on your face as you thought back to when he did this for the first time when you two started to get closer.
You cupped his face in your hands and pressed a few gentle kisses to his forehead. Buckys cheeks turned a crimson red as you did this.
“I love you and I have for a long time now.” he admitted.
You folded your lips in as you pulled your face away from his and your hands left his cheeks.
“I know Bucky.” you made known.
A look of worry was plastered on his face before you spoke, but once you did his face relaxed and went back into its resting position.
He raised an eyebrow as he began to talk, “How do you know? Did Shuri tell you?” he asked, slightly embarrassed.
You giggled at his questions and said, “You’re not very￼ good at hiding those kind of feelings Bucky.”
He softly nodded his head in response.
You then held his face in your hands again and kissed him. Bucky relaxed into the kiss and gently placed his hand around your neck.
“You up for a bit of skinny dipping, doll?” he said as a smirk appeared on his face.
You smirked back at him.
“Of course.” you said as you wrapped your hands around the nape of his neck.
The two of you quickly walked out to the nearby lake and immediately began to strip.
As he slowly took off the cloth that covered his body he looked at you with admiration in his eyes. Sunlight was perfectly bouncing off of every part of your body.
You looked so heavenly and Bucky couldn’t bare to take his eyes off of you, even for a second.
“I can feel you staring Buck. Have you never seen a women naked or something?” you said as your head fell back and you laughed.
“You’re so beautiful.” he said breathlessly.
He then removed the last of his clothes and took your hand in his as he started to walk towards the lake.
The cool water went up to your waists, the water earning a squeak from you as you went deeper into the lake.
Once you two were fully in the water, Bucky pulled you closer to him and cupped your butt in his hand. You quietly moaned as you pressed your chest up against his.
He bent over as he held more of your butt in his hand and gingerly bit your neck, causing you to moan again, but louder this time.
“I fuckin’ love that sound.” he muttered as he hissed air through his teeth.
You practically melted in his hand as his hand dipped down in between your legs and he groaned into your ear. Your nails dug into his shoulders, littering crescent moon shapes across them.
You let him continue with what he was doing. After all, you hadn’t been touched like this in a very long time and you didn’t dare to stop him from pleasing you.
You traced the muscles on Buckys arm with your index finger as you snuggled into him.
“You should visit more often.” he said with a smirk as he looked up at the ceiling of his hut.
You laughed as you jokingly hit him. But after an evening like that, you definitely knew that you would be visiting him a lot more.
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The Speed of Light
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let my guard down: the confrontation (4) ✧ bucky barnes
let my guard down ✧ a bucky barnes series | taglist | ao3
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
summary: you let it all out, and bucky finally opens up.
word count: 1,987
warning(s): still angsty but i promise fluff is coming soon, discussion of bucky’s trauma
You hated yourself for it, but you could not get Bucky Barnes off of you mind. That night, when you returned home from IKEA, you tossed and turned as you tried to block out the memories of his pale blue eyes glossy with tears. But, every time you shut your eyes, there he was. His lip quivering, his eyes blinking fast. Him not looking at you, trying to hide his emotions from you. He tried to hide so much from you, even when it was hiding from you that broke your heart. He knew it. You knew it. And yet, he continued to do it.
You found it hard to focus with him plaguing your thoughts. You didn’t know what you could do. There was still so much that had been left unsaid. A part of you wondered if it would make any different if those things were said. Would it make you feel better? Or would it just break your heart more? Would pouring yourself out to Bucky Barnes just hurt you more in the long haul?
You danced around the thoughts for nearly a week. You already hurt so much, and you knew that it would hardly make a difference if you hurt some more. You were aware that you couldn’t hold in your emotions, you couldn’t suppress them until they were a distant memory. That was what got you into this mess. Granted, it was Bucky’s suppressing his emotions and—well, you supposed it was you suppressing your emotions too. Ignoring the way your heart hurt when he would shut you out. Not addressing the way it made you ache whenever he would focus only on himself. Hiding your feelings for him until you literally couldn’t anymore.
You were not about to repeat the mistakes of the past.
You had to get this off your chest.
Unfortunately, you came to this realization in the dead of night. You had been lying in bed for what felt like hours, trying to talk yourself down until you couldn’t any longer. You forced yourself out of bed, deciding that it was fine to journey to his apartment at almost midnight on a Tuesday to tell him exactly how you felt. You didn’t bother changing out of your pajamas, deciding that he was going to listen and take you seriously even if you were wearing an oversized t-shirt from your college and a pair of fuzzy Cookie Monster pants. You slipped your shoes on, grabbed your keys and pepper spray, and then made the trip to his apartment.
If you were being honest, you didn’t remember much of the journey there. You were so lost in your thoughts that you hardly registered that you’d made it from one side of D.C. to the other. You only became aware of where you were when you heard Bucky’s groggy voice, as though he’d just been woken up, when you hit the button to be buzzed into the building.
“What? Who is this?” he asked.
You could practically see him rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, his face scrunching together as he mentally chewed out whoever was disturbing him. The thought almost made you smile.
“It’s Y/N. I wanna talk.”
He paused for a long moment. You were almost certain he’d fallen asleep where he was standing when he finally said, “Shit. Okay, yeah. C’mon up.”
You took the stairs two at a time as you made your way up to your apartment. You had to do this, but you didn’t want to drag it out any further than was necessary. The sooner this was over, the sooner you could get back to your regularly scheduled programming. You could leave this part of your life in the past.
You could move on.
Bucky must’ve been waiting for you by the door, cause he was already opening the door before you could even raise your hand to knock. He stared at you as you stepped into his apartment, looking far more awake than he had sounded just moments ago. You figured you must’ve given him a real scare. He probably never expected to see and hear from you again but, here you were. Standing in the middle of his apartment at 12:17am on what was now a Wednesday.
The apartment looked different than how it looked before. You supposed a year could change that. But you never really expected to see his decorating habits to change so drastically. Sure, you’d seen him picking some stuff out at IKEA, but…this? It was like he was making conscious effort to make his apartment a home now. It was almost…sweet. Heartwarming.
“What did you wanna talk about?” he asked when you spent more than a few seconds just looking around his apartment.
“I…I had some things I needed to get off my chest,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.
He blinked slowly, as if he wasn’t sure what you were getting at. “I’m all ears.”
“Yeah, but you haven’t been. Buck, I…I was there for you. I listened to everything you ever had to say. I was your shoulder to fucking cry on, but…You weren’t there for me. I was more of a friend to you than you were to me, and even then I’m not convinced I was even a friend. I was free therapist, one who wasn’t condescending to you like your real therapist was. You…you used me to get better, and I…I’m not mad about it. I’d do it again, because I like helping people. But, it’s a two way street.”
“Except you don’t! You don’t know what it was like for me,” you cried. “I had to hold back so much. I knew that if I said the wrong thing, if I pushed too hard, you’d just shut me out. And when you shut me out, it fucking hurt. I wanted to be there for you, but you’d never let me.”
“I’m so sorry—”
“Please! Just let me talk! After all this time, you owe me at least that.”
He said nothing, so you continued.
“I wanted to be there for you, but you always get me at arm’s length. I wasn’t…I wasn’t a person to you. Or, at least, that’s what it felt like. I was just a tool in your recovery process. You never cared about me, what I wanted. Every aspect of our relationship—our friendship—was centered around you. And I don’t mind that, but I wanted to feel important at least once. But…I…” you sank into the couch, covering your face with your hands as you tried to not totally lose it. “I said I loved you, but I don’t think I ever did. ‘Cause I could never love someone who cared so little for me. Because the facts were in front of me the entire fucking time. Never, not once, did you care for me the way I cared for you. You just used me to get yourself through it all.”
You almost expected him to take off running, like he did all those months ago. But, he surprised you when he sat next to you and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you impossibly close and squeezed you tight, holding you like you used to hold him.
And you almost wanted to push him away, but there was something so…nice about finally, finally, being the one who was getting comforted that you just let him stay where he was.
He held you for what felt like hours. At some point, he settled further back into the couch and pulled you up onto his lap and just cradled you in his arms while you cried. He never said anything. He never gave any sort of indication that he was uncomfortable. He was there for you, like you had been there for him so many times before.
When your sobs finally quieted, he said barely above a whisper, “Can I say something now?”
“Yeah,” you sniffled, pulling back a little to look at him.
He wouldn’t meet your eyes, almost like he was still scared of letting his guard down. “I…I’m not…Fuck, I don’t know how to say this shit.”
You grabbed one of his hands and squeezed gently, falling back into old habits. “It’s okay. Take your time.”
“I just…I was scared. I’ve spent so much of my life being a puppet to someone else’s will, and I just…I was fucking terrified that you were just going to be another person who would try to hurt me,” he said. He looked over at you, meeting your eyes before some sort of realization dawned upon him. “I…I was so wrapped up in trying to hide myself that I never told you who I really am.”
“What do you mean?”
“My name is James Buchanan Barnes,” he began. “I’m from Brooklyn, and I…I fought alongside Steve Rogers during World War II.”
“…Steve Rogers…as in…Captain America?”
“To me, he’s just some punk who couldn’t stay out of a fight,” he chuckled weakly. “But yeah, yeah that’s him. And I swear I’m not lying to you. I…I fought alongside him and the other Howling Commandos, but it went wrong. I, I fell off a train. I was so sure I’d be dead, but…This group, HYDRA, they found me and they just…They fucking tortured me.”
You let go of his hand, moving to run your fingers through his hair as he talked.
“They molded me into the perfect weapon, they said. Took every part of me out and just turned me into a fucking killing machine. For decades, I had to fight and torture and kill for them. And when the fight was over, my mind was wiped and I was stuck on ice until they needed me again. I was a fucking puppet for decades, until…until Steve. The fucking punk didn’t stop til I remembered him. I, I broke out of the control HYDRA had on me, and I just ran. Went into hiding. And I did so well at it, until I was framed for blowing up the UN. They…the Avengers…they were supposed to bring me in. But Steve, and his friends, they risked it all for me. They took me to Wakanda, where whatever control HYDRA still had on me was totally wiped. I thought the fight was finally over, but then…fucking Thanos came and I had to fight again.”
“Wait, so the talking raccoon thing was true?”
He snorted. “Yeah, yeah that was true.”
“I—never mind, continue.”
“Then the Blip happened, and then it was undone. And I thought that maybe I could have some semblance of normalcy, just be friends with Steve and learn to navigate this world but…But Steve, he went back in time and just didn’t come back. He left me, and I get why, but it so fucking much. He said he’d be there for me but, when it mattered, he was gone. And now? Now I’m just scared that everyone I care about will leave me, too.”
“And I guess that’s why I always kept you at arms length. I didn’t want you to get too close, cause I couldn’t handle the pain any longer. When you’ve been through what I’ve been through, it’s just easier to succumb to loneliness.”
You stared at him for a moment. “You know what I think?”
“I think we need a do-over. Just start this whole friendship from square one. Try to make this work.”
“You know what? I couldn’t agree more.” He held out his hand. “Hi, my name’s Bucky Barnes.”
You smiled softly and took his hand in yours. “It’s nice to meet you, Bucky. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”
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To all writers!
I've been thinking about this for a while and I've decided to offer my translation services to all those (fan)fiction writers who would like some Romanian sentences for their writings (I do English - Romanian and the opposite)
I’m doing this because I’ve read a lot of great fan-fiction works for Sebastian Stan/ Bucky Barnes, but their writers not being happy with the google translation so I decided to lend a hand.
I know about your love for Sebastian Stan, and with him being Romanian, you want to use his language for originality and inclusion and I respect and appreciate your intentions and efforts. If you'd like the help, hit me up, I'd love to see your writings and also help you out with more than just translation, if you'd so desire.
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* with a taste of your lips, i'm on a ride / you're toxic, i'm slippin' under
( sam wilson x f!reader )
♫ “TOXIC" YAEL NAIM
A/N: Sam Wilson Imagine. Just a quick drabble of Sam/Captain America. Yay! The reader is a singer in this one. Feedback and comments are appreciated! I hope it's a fun read lol Thank you so much! 🖤 [Warnings: none really, lots of closeness]
Y/N thanked the crowd once she was done with her performance, she tilted back the mic stand. It was time for Major to keep the crowd interested with the loud music. She managed to maneuver herself through the sea of people who were already grabbing onto each other for close grinding. They didn’t seem to notice their entertainment was passing by. The woman was actually okay with that. The last thing on her mind was receiving more attention.
She found her way to the bar and asked for a bottle of water along with a shot. The bartender smiled and got what she requested after offering some kind words about her performance. “Thanks! I was kind of nervous, but once you get up there - poof,” she said louder than she anticipated. She picked up the shot and downed the alcohol quickly, scrunching up her face when the burning sensation hit her chest. She stuck her tongue out and opened the bottle of water turning to face the crowd.
Men and women bumped their hips against the others as the music pulsated through the speakers. The rhythm got caught up in some of the couples as some cupped the face of the other and crushed their lips. It felt creepy watching them, but she was actually admiring how much the music and closeness affected the people. She sipped her water and felt a pair of cool hands touch her bicep. Instantly she tensed and turned her head to look at the owner. “Sorry. I just wanted to say your performance was -,” the man whistled impressed, grinning a little as he leaned in so she could hear. Y/N closed her bottle of water and rested her back against the bar.
“Thank you. I do what I can to keep people entertained,” she joked and gestured toward the crowd. She licked her lips and then turned her attention back to the man next to her. “Y/N,” she held out her hand to him. He willingly took it and gladly shook it taking a little longer than expected before he let her hand go, making her face feel a warmish sensation.
“Sam,” he smiled sweetly at her and leaned against the bar cooly. Y/N looked him over. He was wearing jeans and an untucked buttoned-up shirt, with the sleeves pushed up past his elbows. The clothing still gave her an idea of what was underneath, she could make out an outline of his muscular arms. The purple lights made the shirt change colors. He had scruff but not too much. “Nice to meet you, Y/N," he said after a moment.
“Cool!” She laughed nervously and shook her head, taking one last sip of her water before handing it back to the bartender, mouthing if he could watch it. “Do you dance, Sam?”
“Not well,” he laughed as he shrugged looking toward the crowd unsurely. Y/N only nodded and took his hand, tugging him to the dance floor. She made sure she kept him close so he wouldn’t get lost in the sea of people. Plus, she didn’t need someone else snatching him away from her, at least not yet anyway.
“The beauty of it is you don’t have to be great. Just let the music move you.” She leaned in close as she spoke to him. The man laughed softly, his sweet breath touched her skin. Y/N grinned and took his hands, then started moving to take the lead in the dance. She watched as Sam moved as he seemed to let his tense shoulders drop and let the music guide him. Y/N let their bodies collide once, then twice as she closed her eyes feeling the song. She felt his hands touch her hips as he tried to keep up with her.
Y/N opened her eyes for a moment to look at Sam before turning in his arms, pressing her back against his strong torso. Her eyes closed again when Major changed the song to something louder. She could feel the drums in her heart. Her body was already swaying along with the new beat. His arms loosely rested on her sides, they were hot. Y/N’s heart punched her chest but she didn’t quite open her eyes yet. The music seemed to get louder or people just got noisier.
The beat dropped to a soft drum, she rested her back against the chest of the man behind her. She thought she could feel his heartbeat against her spine as they moved together to the song when it picked up again. Her breathing was getting short, she stretched up her arm to snake around Sam’s neck. She turned her head and glanced at him. They only watched each other as they continued to move to the song.
Y/N could feel herself melting into him. A small voice was reminding her to stay together, to keep it together. But her body was betraying her, plus it didn’t help when she felt him move along with her. Her mind was becoming a purple cloud.
The crowd was beginning to jump around, but strangely enough, she could push them all out. Her focus was on her and him. She rested her forehead against his jawline when the song began to slow down a little. Sam's hand slid from her hip to just below her belly button, making her stomach muscles tense. A short exhale escaped her throat. Her lips briefly touched Sam’s without closing the space, they only lingered. Sam licked his lips but was careful to keep the space, just to hover of her lips. She wanted to fall into him but managed not to. His finger made small shapes against her skin, sending shocks through her body. Her nails dug gently into the back of his neck making him groan low. The rumble in his chest against her was dangerously lustful.
Y/N took a step forward to create some space between them. His hands dragged away from her body when she moved. She turned to look at him and smiled. Then, she nodded her head as if signaling to him it was okay. But before she could go back to him, bodies began to create more distance between them until she couldn’t spot him anymore. She jogged her way up to the DJ booth and saw Major. She hopped over to him.
“You saw?” She asked.
“Not if you didn’t want me to.” Her friend only smiled and laughed a little while shaking his head. Y/N rolled her eyes and wore a lazy smile as she scanned the crowd to see if she could spot him. “You have to tell me you know who that is, right?”
Y/N didn’t respond right away because her eyes were busy scanning the crowd until they landed on him. He was talking to someone else. He offered a perfect smile, she could see him laughing. Y/N pressed her lips together, growing curious and asking herself, 'what if.'
“Yeah. I do. Probably won't happen.” She watched Sam, her heart beating a little faster at the excitement of when they or if they would see each other again.
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Man Out of Time: Ch. 3, My Party Escort
Steve left me to myself in my room to get ready. I should have known Nat wouldn't let me down, she had filled my closet full of clothes and even had a perfect little black dress and some strappy heels. I head to the shower to get ready for the party. Not long after I got out of the shower and just barely had my hair dried, I hear a knock at my door. I shuffle my feet to door only to look up to see a smiling Steve Rogers standing above me. This was unexpected, but I'm not mad about it. I swing the door wider to invite Steve inside.
"Come on in Rogers, I don't bite. Hard anyways." He giggles and shakes his head. He looks down at me realizing I've only got my robe on.
"If I was uncomfortable with you in here, I wouldn't have invited you."
He nods and smiles, "Listen, I don't want to sound too forward, but I did enjoy our chat today, and I don't want you feeling like you're alone tonight." He pauses before looking down at the floor and returning to look back at me, "Well I just wanted to offer to escort you to the party tonight. Only if you wanted to though."
I smile at him, "Wait is this a date Rogers?"
"This is me escorting you to your party."
"Is this you buying me that drink?"
"No, but only because it's an open bar. I will however get you a drink." He smiles down at me, and steps a bit closer. Our eyes linger on one another for a moment before he says, "So, I'll meet you at your door in about an hour?" I nod my head at him. Not long after the door closes there's another knock. I head towards it thinking that it's Steve again. Only to be slightly disappointed that it's Nat. She looks down at my body realizing I'm wearing only a robe.
"Steve was in your room." She looks back down at me only wearing a robe, "and you're in that. So how was your day?" She smirks at me. I roll my eyes. "That good or that bad."
"It was a fine day."
"The day was fine or the Captain was?"
I laugh at her silly joke. "I mean, I'm not complaining about either."
"I KNEW IT! So, what was he doing in here?" she playfully pokes at my ribs.
"It was nothing, he just asked if I would like him to escort me to the party." She lets out a gasp and has a goofy smile on her face. "What?"
"You've got a date with Steve?"
"It's not a date. He's escorting me downstairs because I don't know everyone."
"You know me and Clint. Can we not escort you down?"
"Nat you're making this into a bigger deal than it is."
"He's escorting you into a party where all his colleagues are. Letting everyone know that he is interested and not to get too close." I shake my head. I would like to think that what she's saying is the reality, but I've never dated, so I doubt the authenticity in her words. She sees my concern. "Listen, I've worked with Steve for many years now. If he didn't want to spend time with you after showing you around, he wouldn't. Like you, he's not the greatest at picking up on cues from someone they're interested in. I know you haven't dated anyone and honestly Steve is a perfect match for you. You're both...innocent."
I huff at her words. If I fully believe what she's saying I could open myself up to disappointment. But what if Steve is only trying to be nice? I push back the butterflies. "Do you mind helping me get ready?" She gives me a big toothy grin and I realize now that she had been holding a makeup bag already planning on doing my makeup. So, I hop on the bed and let Nat get busy on painting my face.
"Steve is a traditional man. So, let's keep this basic and old school glamour. I'm thinking a small winged liner, red lips, big loose curls for your hair. And obviously the little dress I got you. Clint may kill me, but you're twenty-two and beautiful. You should own it!" Nat sets to work on my makeup and hair, and before I know it she's finished. I go to get the dress and walk towards the bathroom to change. "No. You better get another thing I got you in your top drawer." I look at her confused only to walk over and open the drawer. Lingerie! Delicate black lace lingerie. I look at her with stunned eyes. "Oh stop being such a prude. It actually will work perfect with the dress. I'm not saying you have to show it to Steve, but if the moment is right you want to be prepared."
"Natasha Romanoff!! This is not a date."
"Put the damn lingerie on, and I'll see you later. You've got ten minutes to get dressed before Steve arrives. And if he's anything, it's punctual. Make a good impression." The red head quickly leaves my room and I start to put on all the new things; the lingerie, shoes, and dress. As soon as I start to zip the dress up there's a knock on my door, and just like Nat said, Steve is very punctual. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. I can't fully zip my dress up what do I do?
There's another gentle knock on the door. "Charlie, it's me Steve." I try again and I can't reach the zipper. I have no other option, Nat isn't here. I open the door and he stands staring at me shocked. "Charlie, you look...you're beautiful." My cheeks flush up at his words and face. "You ready?"
"Almost, I have a favor to ask of you." He looks down at me. "I can't fully zip up my dress do you mind?" Steve steps in my room as I turn my back to him. His fingers ghost over my back as he slowly zips my dress up. I feel his warm breath on my neck. And it's at this moment I realize how much taller and overall bigger Steve's body is compared to my 5'2" petite frame. Once the dress is fully zipped he also grabs the hook and latches it together. And then pauses his hands on my back before I slowly turn my head to look up at him. He's immobilized in place. We're way too close. This is too intimate for not a date. "Ready?"
"Right, we should go." We both let out breaths we didn't realize we were holding. He hooks his arm out to me and I wind my arm through his. "You do really look beautiful tonight Charlie."
"Thanks Steve, you clean up nicely yourself. Which I can't say that I've seen you in a bad way." I smile up at him, feeling more confident than I ever thought I could be. He truly does look handsome. Dark jeans, and a blue button up shirt that make his blue eyes even brighter. He's rolled the sleeves up a bit, showing off his forearms.
"You've only seen me one day."
"Everyone knows who you are Cap. There's plenty of photos of you out there." He just laughs as he looks down at me.
"You still nervous?"
"Not so much anymore. I met a great guy today. He doesn't seem to be interested in dating, but he's good at tours and conversation."
"I never said I wasn't interested in dating."
"You also never answered my question, usually withholding information is an answer in itself." I can tell we're getting closer to the party because the music is getting quite loud.
"Just so you know, you're not obligated to spend the whole evening with me. Have fun, and we can randomly meet back up, if you like."
"First you owe me a drink. Secondly, let's play it as it goes...we both should enjoy ourselves." We walk into the room where everyone is gathered in different groups talking amongst themselves. My arm never leaves Steve's. I spot Nat and she motions Clint to look in mine and Steve's direction and both give us a smile raising their glasses. Steve leads us to the bar where oddly Tony is standing behind making drinks.
"You were able to get the old man out to the party huh Charlie?"
"Yeah, he owes me a drink. And Rogers never breaks a promise. What do you suggest Tony?" I have never drank, so I don't even know where to begin or what to get.
"Depends, what do you like?" Tony looks at Steve, "You're regular?" Steve nods and Tony grabs a beer and pops the top turning back to me.
"Surprise me." I answer back nervously. He looks me up and down realizing why I'm hesitating.
"Wait," he looks towards Clint motioning him over, "have you ever drank before?" I look up at Steve and back to Tony.
"Well no." Clint arrives over there.
"Listen you're the honorary father of dear Charlie. She says she's never drank."
Clint rolls his eyes, "She's twenty-two and of legal age, make her whatever she wants, but don't serve her too much."
"I don't even know where to begin with what I want Clint." This is so embarrassing. I almost welcome myself to get drunk just so I don't have to feel as small as I currently do. Clint notices my embarrassment, "Make her something fruity and with vodka." He walks away and goes back to conversing with Nat and Bruce. Tony hands me the cocktail I immediately take a sip. The vodka only slightly burns my throat but the drink itself is pink and very tasty.
"I like this what is it?" I look up at Steve and he smiles before taking my cup and taking a sip. "Not bad for something pink." He responds.
"Pink lemonade, vodka, and a few other things. Otherwise known as a Pink Panty Pulldown." He smirks over at me.
"Actually, they're black." I wink at him. Steve chokes on his beer he had just sipped and Tony raises a glass at me. I turn, arm still in Steve's to go through the party and people. I still haven't seen Thor. "Stay out of trouble Charlie." Tony calls out.
"I make no promises." I respond back. I look back up to Steve and smile while taking another drink of my cocktail. On our way through the crowd Sam spots us.
"Did you forget we had a date on the dance floor tonight?" Sam pouts at me. I would love to dance, but the thought of leaving Steve's side has made me feel a certain type of way. I look up at him.
"Go ahead and dance with Sam, I'm going to catch up with Thor, no sign of Loki just yet. Be careful, he's a tricky one." We slowly unravel our arms, and I turn towards Sam.
"You better drink up sister, can't be dancing with a drink in your hand." I turn the cup up and drink it down quickly. I don't see what the big deal is anyways with this liquid. I feel nothing. I hand the cup off to one of the wait staff and let Sam lead me to the dance floor. I'm glad that it's a fast hip hop song.
After the first song ends, I'm having so much fun I continue to dance with Sam into another song. "So you and the Captain huh?"
"You too? It's not a date."
"He basically told you it was ok to dance with me. And you're going to tell me this isn't a date?"
"It's not. He's escorting me tonight." Sam makes a smiling face at me. "Not that type of escort. He accompanied me tonight, so I wouldn't be alone."
"Whatever helps you two sleep at night I guess." He shrugs. "Steve doesn't do this. Come to a party with a female, I mean. I know you two just met, but you seem good together, so far."
The song ends. "Come on Bird Brain, I need another drink."
"Am I the one accompanying you now?" He looks over towards Steve, "The Captain might get jealous."
"He won't. Let's get some more drinks, and then you can introduce me to the god talking to Steve." He laughs and leads the way to the bar where Nat is at.
"So what will it be Charlie?" Nat smirks at me. She knows I hadn't drank until tonight.
"Umm, Tony made me a Pink Panty Pulldown, and it was delicious." Nat nods, prepares the drink, and slides it over. She spots Bruce and before heading over to him asks, "Having fun?"
"Yes, now go spend some time with your man." She smiles and she heads towards him.
"Hey I've got to run to talk to someone real quick. You mind waiting? Then you can load back up on your drink, and we'll go meet Thor." I shake my head at him and take a big sip of my cocktail. I don't know if it is possible but Nat's was better than Tony's. Before I know it Steve slides in a stool next to me.
"Are you having fun, my pet?" He asks. There's a different edge to his voice, and I've never heard him use that name on me before, but maybe he's had a bit too much to drink.
"It's even better now that you're here." I guess the alcohol is definitely getting to me now, but it's nothing I haven't been thinking all day.
"Oh really? And what are we going to do for an after party." He smirks over at me, reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. He's dangerously close. "Don't have a quick comment to that huh? We could leave early you know? No need to stay at this boring party."
"Steve, I haven't even met Thor yet. Or Loki."
"Ugh Thor is boring, although Loki is quite charming." I squint my eyes at him, confused.
"So Loki, I see you've met our newest member, Charlie." Sam walks up behind me placing his arms around my shoulder. I look around the place and don't see Loki, and then my eyes catch Steve, he's still beside Thor cutting up. My eyes turn back to the man sitting in front of me. "Loki?" His appearance changes from the handsome Steve, to smooth and silky Loki.
"Ahh, sorry to have to meet you not as myself. You just seem so comfortable with Captain Rogers, wanted to see what else was there. The offer still stands for an after party though." He spins and walks away. I pick up my cocktail and swallow it back. I definitely need to be drunk, at least tipsy if there's going to be multiple Steve's tonight. I look at the empty cup sad and back at Sam. He jumps over to the other side of the bar.
"Listen, I can't make the pink drink, but I can make other things. And your man looks like he could use another beer." He motions over to Steve who is in fact empty handed now.
"Get him a beer and surprise me Sam, something fruity and with vodka." He whips something up and hands me the cocktail and beer and we head towards Steve and Thor. When we arrive, Steve has a big smile on his face and I hand him the beer. He thanks me quickly before grabbing my hand and looking over to Thor.
"Thor this is the newest team member Charlie, Charlie this is Thor."
"Pleasure to meet you Lady Charlie. I saw that Loki tricked you over at the bar. Funny he chose to be our Captain Rogers to meet you." He smiles at me before engulfing my whole body in a tight hug. Before he releases, "Steve has talked about you quite a lot. Does this mean you guys are dating?" I giggle and shake my head. "Ahh but in the future, you may win the heart of that old man." He winks and pulls away finally. I take a sip of the drink Sam prepared for me. I can definitely taste more vodka in this drink, I'm going out on a limb and say that this will be the last drink of the evening. I sit down in between Steve and Sam. Steve slightly shuffles closer and lazily lays his arm in my lap.
Random conversations continue on and I just soak it all in with Steve so close to me, and then my song comes on "Yeah" by Usher is playing and I feel the need to dance. I look over at Steve, "Dance with me." He looks down at me with his blue eyes slightly patterned with a green.
"I don't dance to this type of music." He responds.
"Oh come on, get another drink of your beer and come on."
"Charlie I can't get drunk." I look at him confused. "Due to the super soldier serum." I nod.
"I don't care, just dance with me. It'll be fun."
"Here Steve have a drink of this Asgardian mead. It's aged a thousand years. And then get your ass out there and dance with the beautiful lady before I do." Steve reaches over and take a swig and shivers a bit. I giggle at him.
"You ready?" I clumsily stand up reaching for his hand. Thankfully Steve is quick and catches me. Realizing how close we are, his arm around my waist while the other reaches up to ghost across my heated face. "The question is are you ready? You think you can handle this?"
"Rogers I was born to handle this." I kick off my heels and toss them to Sam who looks at me confused. "Come on, show me what you got." I lead Steve out onto the dance floor and start dancing on him. He awkwardly sways back and forth and I turn back around to him and place his hands on my hips. "Steve find the beat of the song and move your body with it."
"I told you I don't dance to this type of music."
"Loosen up and have fun. Move with me." His eyes focus down to my hips watching me. I'm glad I took my heels off. I would definitely be stumbling around out here. Finally Steve finds an easier flow and starts enjoying it a bit more. Once the song ends a slow song comes on and I turn to walk back to the couch where Thor and Sam are. Steve grabs my arm and pulls me back.
"I danced to your song, now I think you owe a dance with me to this one." I step back to Steve and put my hands around his neck. He places his hands back on my hips and pulls me closer to him. I pull my attention up to his face. He really is a handsome man. His kind eyes offset how angular and chiseled his features are. I take a deep breath and smell his clean scent, mixed in with a woody and slightly sweet cologne. I smile up at him and he smiles back down before I relax my head on his chest. He wraps his strong arms tighter around me. Just as I was getting good and comfortable the song ends and starts an upbeat song, one of which I'm no longer in the mood for. I just want Steve to hold me. He pulls away as I stumble a bit from the alcohol and the lack of support from Steve. He quickly grabs me up again. "I think you're spent for the night. Let me walk you to your room."
"Aww but the party just got started. Are you sure we have to go?"
"You can stay if you're feeling up to it. I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. This party is going to be wrapping up soon anyways. I was getting tired as well." And just to emphasize he's tired he lets out a yawn.
"Alright Rogers, let's go to bed then. I need my shoes." Steve guides me back over to where Sam and Thor are and grabs up my shoes.
"Everything ok?" Sam looks up to Steve.
"Yes, we're both tired, and I think Charlie's first time drinking is catching up to her." I scoffed at him. I only had three drinks.
"Oh damn, this was your first time drinking? I might have put a lot of vodka in your drink. I'm sorry." I waved my hand at him letting him know it was nothing.
"Well good morrow Lady Charlie. I'll see you in the morning, hopefully not in pain. Steve maybe you can make sure she has a good evening." Steve's eyes narrow at Thor.
"Thor, this is not a date." I say to him. "He was just..."
"Escorting you to the party. Well you two run along then. I doubt this is going on much longer anyways." Sam finishes my sentence.
Steve again tells the two Avengers goodnight before too quickly turning around and I lost my footing only to start falling again. Gracefully he wraps my body up in his arms and carries me bridal style. "There now I don't have to worry about you falling down anymore." I lazily smile up at him before resting my head against his chest. When we make it to my room I become more alert at the shifting of Steve's body to open my door. He gently lays me down on the bed. Thinking I'm asleep he starts to head out the door. I sit up on the edge of the bed.
"Steve. Can you unzip my dress so I can put something else on?" Liquid courage stepping up. He turns to look at me motioning me to turn around for him. I stand up and turn, moving my hair to the side giving him ample space to unzip the dress. He gulps deeply before slowly moving his hands down my back, unzipping me. He lets out a cool breath causing me to shiver and I turn to look back at him and he looks down at my face. I turn to fully face him. "Thank you." I step closer to him and wrap a finger around one his belt loops and pull him closer. He moves his arm up to my face resting a thumb on my cheek, fingers wrapped around my neck. He returns the pull until his forehead is resting on mine. He hesitates and pulls back a bit more before ghosting his lips on my forehead, and fully pulling away.
"You're drunk. I can't do this." I step back realizing that he's shot me down. I turn my eyes to look at the floor only for Steve to use his hand to push my chin up to look at him. "It isn't that I don't want to. But I would prefer if you had a clear mind. I don't need you to regret anything once you're sober." I give him a slight smile still hurt from the rejection. "We'll continue this another time. And besides, this isn't..."
"A date. I know." I roll my eyes at Steve. "Goodnight Steve." Without thinking I go ahead and step out of my dress, only to expose the new lingerie to Steve, Nat wasn't lying, you never know. I walk over towards my closet to grab an oversize shirt. Steve is still lingering in my room. Eyes not leaving my body. He realizes that he's staring. "Goodnight Charlie. I'll see you in the morning." He quickly turns and heads out the door.
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Man Out of Time: Ch 2, The Avengers
This is my first time actually being in the Quinjet. I can't deny I have dreamed about actually flying in one. Obviously, I've seen my fair share of them, from the outside. My anxiety is on high alert, not from the flying, but from the impending meeting of Tony Stark and Steve Rogers. What do I even call them? Tony? Stark? Mr. Stark? Cap? Rogers? Nat looks back at me and sees my discomfort.
"Care to tell us what you're thinking about?"
"What do I even call them?"
"Them?" Nat asks with a chuckle.
"Yeah, Tony Stark and Steve Rogers. Well, any of them. Who all is going to be there? I don't doubt myself, but these...they're like a big deal."
Clint let's out a rolling laugh. "How about you call them Tony and Steve? And last I checked they all have names, so call them by their names. I have never seen you act so nervous."
"I don't get out much." I answer with a huff.
"And as far as everyone there, you can never tell. But when we left there was Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Bruce Banner, James Rhodes, and I think that's everyone."
That didn't help my anxiety, that's everyone. "So, who's not there?"
"Thor, Loki, and I believe Tony is talking with a kid from Queens, he's not there." Nat notices how overwhelmed I am and offers a smile. "You're fine. If we didn't think you could handle this, do you really think either of us would be bringing you to the compound?" Of course, they wouldn't. Both Clint and Nat are respected on the team. I just smile back and nod my head before looking up at the roof of the jet and trying to steady my breathing.
Before I know it, we're slowly landing. As the back opens up to the Quinjet I notice Tony and Steve walking towards us. Holy shit, that's them. I'm nervous of Tony because I have the utmost respect for his genius, Steve on the other hand, I have always had a crush on him. I'm pretty sure both Nat and Clint have picked up on it through the years because I always make a point to bring Avengers conversation to Steve. And seeing him live and in person makes me realize how attractive I actually find him and I recoil back a bit. Nat leans over and whispers, "Don't worry he's terrible at picking up cues on women finding him attractive." I turn my head to look at her with big eyes. Clint laughs and says, "Yeah we've known about that crush for a few years now. Secret is safe with us." Nat has a devilish grin and answers, "For now." Not good. When Nat has made her mind up about something, she always follows through.
When they reach us Tony and Steve both nod to Clint and Nat and Steve reaches his hand out to mine and I hesitate a second too long causing Nat to elbow me in the ribs before taking his strong hands in my now clammy hands. Spaz. "Nice to finally meet you, Charlotte. I'm Steve, this is Tony. These two have told us quite a bit about you."
"It's Charlie. People only call me Charlotte when I'm being punished." Clint chokes out a cough and Tony tilts his head and smirks. Like Nat promised Steve is oblivious to my slip up.
"Sorry. I'll call you Charlie. Come on we'll show you around." Steve motions me to follow.
"Actually, Tony had some things he wanted to run by me and Clint, so you're on your own Steve." I glare at Nat. Since I turned eighteen Nat is always trying to push me to date some guy or other, but this is Steve Rogers, Captain America. And she's already trying to weave her way to push this. Nat winks at me before pulling Clint by the arm and walking up towards a confused Tony.
"Ok. Well, let me grab your bag and we'll start by going to your room and dropping that off." Steve Rogers wants to get my bag? What life is this.
"Oh, it's not much, I can get it. You just lead the way."
"No, I insist. What type of gentleman would I be if I didn't carry your bag?" He smiles at me before brushing up against my arm to get the bag. "So, Nat says you're not only highly trained with hand-to-hand combat, but a marksman like Clint as well."
"I mean I'm not as good as Clint, yet, but he did train me. Nat has helped with my hand to hand. Although I don't favor the bow as much as him. I'm still fully capable."
"What's your preference then?"
"Knives. Sometimes guns, thanks to Nat. I think Clint is a bit bitter that I don't favor the bow." I gulp.
"Any other surprises?"
"Umm, I sometimes have the ability to read people. Laura calls it an empath. It doesn't always work the way I want and I can get distracted during a fight, so it's not a go too."
"Was farm life not working out for you anymore?" He asks his stare lingering at me a second too long.
"It just seemed like a waste really. I miss my family, but they're the best reason to do this. Sometimes people, like you, you don't get to have a normal life with a spouse or children. But you fight for people to have normal. I know this life isn't going to be easy. I've seen the other side, what gets left behind. But if I can do this and Clint can retire and live a normal life with Laura and the kids I will. I have no one." That came out a bit more angsty than I meant and started to change my words.
"No, I get it. You know you have the Barton's, and now you have us. But you're referring to a family of your own." There's a sadness to his eyes.
"Did you ever want that life?"
"Of course. I'm a man out of time so that was the norm. Men now look at things a bit differently."
I chuckle, "Yeah they just want a one-night thing and move on." Did I just say that to Steve Rogers? "I'm sorry that was..."
"True. No need to apologize. I'm not like the men of today."
"No, you're not." I sigh.
Steve smirks at me. "Here's your room. You can look around a bit, but I'd like to continue showing you around. And continue our conversation." He places my bag on my bed, and I roam around the room looking around. "So, what about you?" I turn my attention to Steve. "I mean have you ever wanted normal?"
"I thought about it. Honestly it kind of scares me to think of that type of love." Steve stares at me wanting me to elaborate. "You know the type of love where that's it. I feel pain for Laura and Clint. I know why he does this, but I know it hurts him to leave his family. And Laura is always worried...worried he'll never come home. He lives his life wanting to get back to them. He keeps the world safe for them. That's big emotions to think about ya know?"
"True, but some things, well people are worth the sacrifice. Do you think he regrets it? Or regrets bringing you into this life?"
"No, I don't think he regrets making this world better for them, and I think him and Nat both saw a potential. I was a broken sixteen-year-old when I lost my parents and moved in with my aunt and uncle. The training was a way to work through my hurt and pain, and then he saw my anger being put into something useful, and I was a natural. I don't think he saw this happening."
"Standing here with Steve Rogers in the Avengers compound and going to fight side by side with him and the other Avengers."
"I guess someone has to do it right?"
"Very true, so might as well be us that do it." I pause, eyes wide. What did I just say?? "Umm, sorry that didn't come out the way I had intended."
Steve lets out a belly laugh. "No, it didn't but I understood."
"And here Nat thought you didn't always understand innuendos."
He leads the way out of the bedroom. "You and Nat talk about me?" He smiles down at me and I can't help but smile back up at him.
"Well, I was a bit nervous coming here. So, she gave me a few pointers on each of you."
"And mine was I don't understand innuendos. I may be old, but I'm not dumb."
"I never said that Steve, I just..." I honestly don't know how to respond. I want to make a good, no, the best impression on Steve. "I just, I'm a bit nervous around you...I mean, all of you."
He smiles and nods, continuing to walk into an elevator. "Up until now you didn't seem to be nervous around me."
"I meant you guys, all the Avengers. Not just you specifically."
"But you and Nat can talk about me, how I'm not good at understanding innuendos. What brought that up." His smile hasn't faltered. Is he flirting with me?
"Well Steve, you have been in my room. We're doing things a bit backwards, so if you want all my secrets, you'll have to buy me a drink first."
"That can be arranged." He winks and I immediately look down at the elevator floor. I feel my cheeks heat up and looking at my feet seems like the obvious placement for my eyes, hoping Steve won't notice. He walks closer to me and reaches towards my chin to bring my face to look at him. "Now I see the nervousness." I am completely frozen. He is close enough for me to smell him. Nothing overpowering. Just clean. Like soap and fresh laundry. Before either of us can respond the doors open and Clint, Nat, and Tony are standing on the other side. Steve's hand quickly falls and he steps away.
"Where are you two heading?" Nat says looking between us. I honestly am not sure myself. I've just blindly been following Steve.
"The lab, thought she might like to meet Bruce, and then the training room, kitchen, and hopefully spot some more of the team on the way." Steve answers quite quickly.
"Hmm...so what was that?" Clint smiles biting at his lip, pointing between the two of us. He can still see my flustered face from Steve being so close to me. I don't like that him and Nat know about my crush for the man. This cannot be a good thing.
"What?" I try and fail to act like I have no idea what he was referring to.
"You and Capsicle. We're standing here watching you two staring at one another his hand on your face before he backs off quickly." Tony can't hide the amusement in his eyes with my discomfort. They all three clearly saw us. There really is no other excuse than the truth. So, I just chose to bounce my eyes between everyone, and always lingering on Steve. "See!! You can't help but look at him." My cheeks immediately flush deeper, and I look towards Nat for some help. She's enjoying this too much to offer any help.
"It's nothing Tony. You don't always have to make a big deal out everything." Steve grabs my hand and we head out of the elevator. Once he realizes I'm following him he drops my hand. Trying not to further the growing embarrassment. As I walk past Nat, she smiles at me feeling proud of herself.
"Sorry they can be a bit much with new people." Steve continues walking, I'm assuming towards the lab to find Bruce.
"I'm only new to Tony. Clint and Nat just like torturing me." He stops his stride and looks at me.
"What do you mean torture you?" He has an animated smile on his face.
"They think I've been single for too long, so want me to go on a date with any man that has a pulse." I have no desire to tell Steve the truth.
He chuckles. "She does the same thing with me. Always wanting me to ask some girl out."
"And you don't want to date?" Now I need information. I'm not great about getting it out of people like Nat, but this should be easy.
"Do you not want to date?"
"Answering a question with a question?" I tilt my head up at him. He just shrugs and smiles down at me. I'm going to have to be the one to answer. "Just haven't found anyone worth dating. Even though they both have suggested several."
He nods and continues to walk silently. Now that's not right. He didn't even respond, so I noisily clear my throat, causing Steve to stifle a laugh under his breath before turning to look at me for a quick glance.
"Why are you so curious about whether I want to date or not?" He continues looking ahead with his long strides.
"Just carrying on a conversation with you Captain." I let out a yawn trying to fake boredom which gets another giggle out of him. And almost too soon I notice the doors to the lab. I'm just guessing he will not answer the question. I'll let it slide for now, but I will be bringing it up later.
"Ahh, here we are." He smiles down at me. He knows I'm annoyed at his avoidance of the question, despite me answering. He leads the way through the maze of computers and equipment before spotting Bruce. "Hey Bruce, thought you might like to meet our new recruit, Charlie."
Bruce walks over towards us reaching his hand out, "You're Clint's niece, right?" I nod my head smiling. "Nat and Clint have told me a lot about you. She's very fond of you." I smile at Bruce, knowing how fond Nat is of him.
"She's been like a sister to me, since I'm an only child. What are you doing in here."
"Well, I was working with Tony, Nat, and Clint designing you a suit. Also, they feel you may have something more than combat abilities." I look at him, this is news to me. "Your aunt Laura has always said you were an empath, right?" I nod my head. "Nat believes that you may have the ability to actually feel emotions from others."
"I don't think that I can do that. I mean I've been able to read people well when I focus on them or have a, I guess connection to them."
"Maybe Wanda could help you out a bit with that. Nat is pretty sure about this, and she's not usually wrong." I laugh at him.
"No, she's not."
"Thor and Loki are supposed to be visiting, they're wanting to meet you Charlie." This is exciting, meeting real gods!
"Well, we should get going, got to show this one around the compound." Steve answers.
"Nice to meet you, Bruce." He nods back at me and walks over to where he was to continue working. "I'm going to have to either have a map or a personal tour guide for a while, this place is huge." I look over to Steve as we're walking back down the hall and to the elevator. He pushes the button to go back up. "Where to next Rogers."
"The training room." He answers while walking into the elevator. "You'll probably spend a lot of time there. And I can get you a map, but my room is just down the hall and we have F.R.I.D.A.Y and she can contact me if ever you get lost."
"Or I could just ask Nat." I cheekily grin over him. He momentarily looks at me before looking down and smiling.
"Yeah, you might get a date if you spend time with her."
"Yeah, I guess I could. Only if I like her choices. I am the one with the power of deciding who I will or will not date." I use my elbow to push at his arm.
Before he can respond the doors open and we're walking down another hall silently. There's a lingering comfort between us. Before we even reach the training room, I can hear the commotion coming from there. I'm assuming this is where the rest of the team has been. Steve confidently walks through the double doors to a huge room. The floors are padded and there's several stations geared to a different sort of training. Weights, bikes, and treadmills in one area. A ring and boxing bags in another. Rope's course, a track around the room, several areas I'm assuming for sparring, a wall of all kinds of weaponry, a pool and locker rooms in the back. They're making sure they're in tip top shape for missions. As they should. They're usually life or death missions, and sometimes missions that can save humanity. Off in the distance I can see Wanda using her magic against Sam as they're sparring.
Steve walks closer to them before we stop. He looks over at me, but I don't pay him any mind. My eyes are on the two Avengers. Even though they are currently against each other I can also see how they've worked enough together that everything is just smooth. Almost like they're in sync with one another. Steve turns his head back to Wanda and Sam. It doesn't take long before Sam notices us standing over there and flicks his head over at us to Wanda. She turns around and smiles before using her magic and knocking Sam to side and then walking towards us.
"Enjoying the show?" Sam shouts over to us, pulling himself up off the mat.
"Enjoying Wanda kicking your ass." I yell back.
"Oh, sweetheart it was only because you were so damn distracting."
"What can I say Wilson, always making everyone do double takes. Can't help it."
Sam laughs, "Well maybe we can have a more private double take at another time." He winks.
"Gee thanks, but I'm trying to stay away from boys currently."
"Good thing I'm a man." I look around them room a minute and then back at Sam, "Oh I'm sorry I didn't find any man around besides Rogers and he doesn't date."
"Yeah, he's an old man, can't keep up with the times today." He smiles over at me and reaches his hand out to mine to shake. "Obviously you know us, and we have heard about you from Clint and Nat, but it's nice to put a face and...body" He looks me up and down, "with a name."
Steve clears his throat. "Sam is a flirt, but it's typically just harmless."
"Nothing wrong with a little flirting Rogers, keeps you on your toes. Wanda it's nice to meet you. Bruce was telling me about you may be able to help me with my possibly empath powers."
"Of course! It's nice to have another female here too." She has a warm smile.
"And hopefully a single one." Sam raises his eyebrows at me.
"Single unless Nat can find me a date I'll actually say yes too."
"She on you too about needing to get out more?"
"I lived on a secluded farm for six years, I didn't get out much. Just a little rusty."
"Ahh Cap there's someone here that's just like you." Sam winks over at Steve and Steve rolls his eyes back. I can tell that these two are close, and Wanda I can sense has a warmth towards both of them. She wants to protect them, even though they clearly can take care of themselves.
"So, what's the story on Barnes, Cap? Anything new?" Sam turns his attention to Steve. A sadness flashes across Steve's face.
"Nothing new. It's like he's literally turned into a ghost." I turn to look at him. I have no idea who Barnes is, so my curiosity is peaked. "He's an old friend, from when I was a young boy." I nod my head understanding he means really old, another man out of time. "Long story short, Hydra was able to brainwash him and used him to become the deadliest assassin. They were able to keep him in cryo to keep him young. He was able to get away the last we met. I do believe he was in his right mind, as much as he could be, and he's been a ghost ever since."
"You're talking about the Winter Soldier, right?" Steve nods his head, sadness flashing in his eyes. "Clint talked to me about him. So you think he's on the run, from you and Hydra?"
"I think he's trying to figure himself out."
"Well, what can we do to find him?" I look at Steve. I've now decided I would follow Steve just about anywhere. It's not just a crush. It's the fact that I trust him, fully. He means well, and I want to help him.
"We've been working on it."
"When you do, count me in." Steve smiles down at me.
"I like her. Looks like we got us a team." Sam elbows me. "Since we got you, I guess that means we get Clint and Nat too." Clint maybe, Nat doesn't always take my side, or Clint's for that matter. Clint will go wherever I go to make sure I stay out of trouble.
Steve gets a message on his phone that he quickly looks at before responding, "Come on we should go, Tony is wanting to throw a party since Thor and Loki are coming to meet you, Charlie."
"Ooh a party just for me. Maybe I can find me a date." I turn to follow Steve out of the training room before Sam calls out, "I'll meet you out on the dance for then."
Pairing: Sam Wilson X gender neutral!Reader
Warnings: Descriptions of a panic attack.
Summery: Sam finds you while your having a panic attack and comforts you.
As soon as the meeting ended you raced out of the room and went down to a hallway that was almost always empty.
You pressed your back up against one of its walls as quick breaths left your lips.
For a big majority of that meeting, Tony just yelled at you as you didn’t do too well on the most recent mission and he kept telling you that you needed to do well on every single mission.
Being screamed at, especially by him, just made you feel like such a failure. You felt so embarrassed and just wanted to hide out in your room for the rest of the day.
You didn’t want anyone to bother you.
You let out a quiet whimper as tears fell down your warm cheeks and your breathing became even quicker.
You slid down the wall as you felt yourself become more and more upset as each second passed.
Sam went looking for you after you left this meeting.
As he looked for you, he thought about how Tony yelled at you for so long and how he hated hearing Tony scream at you about how you shouldn’t attend the next mission because of one small failure. He hated seeing that sad look on your face as you tried to keep yourself together.
He furrowed his eyebrows once he finally found you, he slowly walked up to you as he observed your panicked and sad state.
He softly placed his hand over yours as he sat down and continued to look at you. You hesitantly lifted your head and looked at him with an anxious look in your eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he kindly asked as he moved his hand up to your shoulder.
“I’m having a panic attack.” you simply muttered as you kept hyperventilating.
He paused for a moment and reached up to wipe some of your tears away. You subtly smiled at him for a second in response to his actions.
“I want to help you, what can I do to make you feel better?” he said gently.
You looked into his eyes again and shakily said, “I just want you to hold me. Please.”
He slowly took you into his arms and comfortingly rubbed your back, making sure not to upset you more. Your buried your face into his right shoulder and snaked your arms around his ribs.
As you got comfortable in his arms, he pressed a few light kisses to your tear stained cheeks, causing you to blush a bit.
“You don’t deserve to be spoken to like that. He’s putting too much pressure on you. I’m sorry that I didn’t defend you.” Sam quietly said.
You traced gentle circles along his spine as he told you this. You nodded into him a moment after he finished speaking.
The longer you rubbed circles into his back, the less tears you shed. It was nice having someone on your side who knew how to comfort you.
“It’s fine Sam, it’s not your fault. I just should have worked harder.” you said as you lifted your head from his shoulder.
“No (y/n), out of everyone on the team you work the hardest. Okay? Tony’s just an asshole who needs to be put in his place.” he said, sternly. ￼
You nodded and whispered a quiet ‘thank you’ to him.
You stared at the ground for a second then met his eyes again as you started to stand up. He did the same. He studied your face as he waited for you to speak.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to but, do you want to spend the rest of the day with me in my room or something? I still feel pretty shaken up and I really don’t want to be alone right now.” you said, nervously.
“Sure, I’d love to (y/n).” he said as a grin spread out across his face.
You smiled back at him as you motioned for him to follow you to your bedroom.
Tony stopped you two on the way there and tried to apologize to you, but Sam didn’t even let him get the chance to say anything.
“Nope, keep moving.” Sam said to Tony as he shook his head with disgust and put his hand on the small of your back.
You smiled at him again as you two walked away from Tony and kept walking in the direction of your room.
Once you both got to your bedroom, you laid down on your bed and patted the spot next to you as an invitation for Sam to join you. He beamed at you as he gratefully accepted this invitation.
Subsequently￼ after he laid down, you gently rested your head on his chest and hoped that you wouldn’t make him uncomfortable by doing this.
Sams chest vibrated below you with gentle laughter as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pressed the lower half of his face into your hair.
It felt calming to be with him like this.
A little while later you flipped on your stomach and looked up into his eyes as you began to talk. “Thanks for today, I really appreciate it. Usually, no one is able to comfort me, but somehow you can.” you said.
He ran his fingers across your jaw as he pointed your chin up a little bit. You stared at his face as your own hand found his jaw. You two stayed like this for a few moments before Sam replied. ￼
“You’re welcome, sugar.” he replied.
Your cheeks turned a light pink as you put your head back on his chest. He rested his hand on your hip as you got settled once again.
You snuggled into him as your mind began to race.
You thought about a lot of things, but you mostly thought about how you felt about Sam and what your friendship could possibly transform into.
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For some reason this isn’t showing up in the tags 😭 so I’m reposting the link to the first chapter of Go On, Leave Me Breathless and hope it won’t disappear this time!
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The sun and cool spring breeze caused me to stir out of my dreams. I always dream, always feel, but can never fully remember my dreams. I have gotten used to the simplicity of living at the Barton farm. My family. The only family that I have left. I enjoy the time helping Aunt Laura around the farm, helping her with the kids. Having three kids and basically a single mother isn't easy. I know that Uncle Clint would prefer to be here. I look forward to the days when he is here. It means I get to have more time training with someone watching to critique what I may be doing wrong. I don't know what Clint's plans are for training me. Is it to help keep Laura, the kids, and myself safe while he isn't here? Or does he have actual plans of me helping him and The Avengers out? One could only wish.
"Charlie!" I doubt Laura heard me wake, but my routine is pretty predictable. Nat would be ashamed of me. I put on some jeans and shirt, brush my teeth and head downstairs to help set the table and ready it for our breakfast.
"Morning Laura. Did you sleep well?" She sighs at me. I know she doesn't get the best sleep when Clint isn't here. She loves the man so much and only wants him near her. I get it. Her brother, my father, was the same with my mom. I would love to find a love like that. Knowing what I know about this world I doubt I ever would. Nor do I think I want to bring children into this mess. I see Nathaniel already sitting in his high chair as Lila and Cooper sleepily come into the dining area taking their seats. I plant a quick kiss on Nathaniel's head and help Laura serve up the children before we too take our seats.
"I spoke with your father today," she addresses the kids, but I know she's also speaking to me. In all matter of speaking Clint and Laura have become my parents. "Him and Nat are coming to stay for a few days." She turns to me, "Apparently Nat has something she wants to discuss with you, with us." Her eyes grow distant. I'm usually pretty good at reading people's emotions, but I can't figure out Laura.
"Is everything ok?" Lila asks her mom as she takes a bite of her bacon.
"Yes, and let's enjoy the few days that we have with them."
We eat mostly in silent, making very small talk before cleaning up. "Charlie you mind taking the kids to school?" She asks me this every school day. And everyday it's the same answer. "Of course I will. You two go get ready, meet you at the door in ten."
Once I return back to the homestead Laura meets me at the door. "So you should know Nat and Clint will be arriving shortly. They didn't want to talk with you while Lila and Cooper were here."
"Laur, is everything ok? Why all this secrecy?"
"You do know we're talking about a former spy? And current Avengers? Everything is a secret." She turns to look back in the house.
"But do you know what this conversation is about?" I look over her face trying to gather anything form it.
"Yes." She looks out into the field before heading inside. I turn to see where she was looking before seeing a Quinjet land. Overcome with excitement of seeing two of my favorite people for the first time in two months I run over towards the Quinjet.
"How's my favorite marksman?" Nat asks while flicking a smile towards Clint. He just smiles and shakes his head.
"Ahh could be better. It can be quite draining shooting at a target that isn't moving."
"I believe I would prefer that." Clint walks off the Quinjet wrapping me in a hug, picking my feet off the ground for the embrace, before placing me down. "She inside?"
"Yes, and acting very secretive. Want to tell me what that's all about?"
"Not my gig, that's all Nat." He waves back at us before running to the house. Neither of us dispute his quick departure. Of course he wants to have some alone time with Laura.
I turn and look at Nat and she's smiling at me. "So you going to tell me about this secret that I now have had both Barton's refuse to answer me?"
"In time, first let's spar a bit?" Nat cocks her head with a sly grin.
"Nat, you know what I'm capable of."
"And you know you haven't had a partner in a couple of months. You might have got rusty."
I let out a groan before attempting to kick her legs out from under her. Nat is not easily taken by surprise, so she just jumps over my leg before jumping over my crouched body making me have to spin around to face her. We both spend time throwing punches at one another, and blocking every one. Because Nat has trained me I know her tricks and she knows mine. Five minutes later and neither one of us getting the upper hand she laughs and throws out her hand for a truce. I grab it, and just stare at her still waiting on this secret conversation.
"Were you being serious about becoming bored here?" She asks me.
"That's harsh isn't it? I love it here, Laura is amazing, the kids are great, but I would be lying if I didn't say that this life is monotonous. But if I'm being honest I doubt you and Clint spent so much time training me for this to be my only life, did you?"
"I doubt Clint had what I'm going to ask you in mind. I think it was more to keep you safe, and hopefully the rest of the Barton's."
"You're still not getting to the point." I narrow my eyes at her, urging Nat to get to the point.
"Well Tony has been wanting to bring in some new blood into the team. I might have shown him a video of you training. He approves, so does Steve. They both want to meet you. You could be an asset to us."
"Tony Stark AND Steve Rogers want to meet me? Wait, what does Clint think?"
"He isn't thrilled, but thinks you're ready for this life. Laura if you can imagine is heartbroken. She doesn't want to lose you too."
"And what do you think?"
"Without a doubt you're already in. I wouldn't have put myself on the line by showing them if I thought you weren't. They're excited that you don't have too much of a dark past. You grew up normal. Until..."
"Yes, both my parents died. In a normal car crash. You and Clint made sure everything was normal. Right?"
"Right. Neither of us have a reason to lie to you. But still you lost your parents."
"Six years ago. I miss them. But with everything going on, I think they got the better end of the deal. This world has got weird."
"You have no idea." She smirks. "So that's it then? You're onboard?"
"Most definitely. You guys trained me to be a help. Now I repay you by actually helping."
The next few days go by too fast. I didn't realize how it would effect me to leave my family. The past six years while yes monotonous was safe. How does Clint do this every time. Look at his wife and kids and say goodbye. It's because he knows there isn't another him. He has to, to keep them safe. Now it's my turn. I don't know what I'm getting into. But I know it is what I have to do.
Listen, y’all know I love Sam and Bucky as boyfriends, having just realized what they mean to each other, watching their relationship evolve and develop. But, someone please give me Sam and Bucky as husbands. Just married, in the honeymoon phase, excessive use of the word husband because that’s what they are to each other now. Super domestic Sam and Bucky settling into married life, with lots of kisses, and fond uses of James and Samuel.
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The Speed of Light Announcement
Hello all! Its been a while and a lot has changed for me personally!
I have recently just found a job! I am having a great time with it now as well, unfortunately that means a have a LOT less time to write now. I am still writing TSoL (what I’m writing will be like 3 chapters) and I have a TON of ideas on where to take it. I’m really invested in this story atm and I hope you guys will be able to stick around with me for each chapter release :) if you have any recommendations or anything you want to tell me just message me or drop an ask and I’ll get back to you asap!
What to look out for in future chapters:
- More Peter x (Y/N), duh
- development for Ororo, Jube and Warren
- Giving Jean some personality
- the events of Dark Phoenix NOT HAPPENING
- more characters from the comics!! also some new adventures
I want to write this as if you’re part of the friend group and an actual YA in the 80s so bear with me. and with that in mind, I’m probably not going to write anything from Charles, Erik, Raven or Hank’s pov unless they are in the scene. y’know how it would be irl. I’ll probably make another post talking about in-universe facts that you might need to know while reading.
Part 4 will be dropping within the week :)
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Woooo finally got my first fic on ao3 up please if you can check it out and leave some constructive feedback Please 😊😊😊😊
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You Should See Me In A Crown - Natasha Romanoff x Dark!Reader Insert (AU)
Author’s Note: So, this is my first time trying to write something dark…
Think it might land in the category of soft!dark, but be warned none the less!
Super nervous about posting this, but I actually ended up really liking this one myself, so hopefully others will as well.
Reader is from the Red Room Academy, just as Natasha, only reader never left them. I took some creative liberties when describing the Red Room Academy, so that it fit my idea better, which is also why this story is marked as an AU.
The Russian nickname for Natasha means ‘darling’, ‘pet’ or ‘beloved’.
I incorporated some lyrics from the song, tell me how many you can find? 🧐
Regarding the timeline, I imagine this would take place after Natasha brought down SHIELD and shortly after Bucky joined the Avengers.
Also, shoutout to @a-little-counter-esperanto for being kind enough to beta this for me and offer some moral support! 🥰
Once again, this is marked dark for a reason! There might be topics that are triggering to certain people, so please be responsible about your media consumption.
Warnings: Explicit descriptions of violence and murder, dark!Reader, messed up “family” relations, weird/sexual obsession with a sister figure.
Word count: 2.252
Song Inspiration: You Should See Me In A Crown by Billie Eilish
I was perfectly concealed, blending in with all the mindless idiots making their way down the street. If this hadn’t been New York, and people actually paid attention to what happened around them, they might have noticed the warning sign that was the concealed weapons on my body. Or my too heavy boots beating down against the concrete. Carefully eyeing the tower, I counted the people moving in and out of the building. “Bite my tongue, bide my time.” I mumbled quietly, catching the attention of a passerby. We had in fact been biding our time, monitoring the tower for months, counting the number of armed guards on site at any given time. However, it seemed that these soft Americans had their most precious protectors under lock and key at all times. Biting my tongue, I tried not to scoff. One would assume that the Avengers were more than capable of handling themselves, but apparently their employer did not.
Not that it mattered, the more people in the tower, the more people there were for my sisters to play with. My sisters who were all watching me, waiting for my signal. Finally, we had found our missing piece and none of us were leaving here without her. I had been searching for her for years, using the Academy’s missions to get intel on my long lost sister. In time, Mother had found out and I had been forced to deal with that. Fortunately, it was nothing a little thallium poisoning couldn’t handle for me. One less complication and Mother would never get between us again. No one would. Catching the rays of the sun on the edge of my watch, I slowly rolled my wrist, the light reflecting up on a window in a perfect circle. “Wearing a warning sign.” I didn’t know where my sisters were located, but I knew they had all seen my signal. I moved swiftly through the masses, discarding my disguise along the way, and quickly found myself standing in front of the tower.
The first window shattered, as I opened the door, a flurry of bullets following the first one. Civilians were screaming: scrambling to get away, guards were rushing in from all sides: barking commands rushing through their radios and glass continued flying through the air as my sisters blew the lobby to pieces. A few stray pieces of glass tangled in my hair, light reflecting off of them as I moved gracefully through the chaotic scene, while the bloodcurdling screams piercing the air sounded almost like a symphony. Humming quietly to myself, I pulled my gun from the holster on my hip and aimed carelessly before shooting a guard in the face.
The bullet lodged in his eye and he fell to his knees, screaming. His body spasmed out of his control and with a final gurgling scream, he fell limply to the floor. “I love the way they scream.” I really didn’t need to kill him to swipe his ID, but alas why should my sisters have all the fun? After all, I was the one running this mission. The glass crunched underneath my boots and blood splattered all over me whenever my sisters killed the ones that got too close to me.
Making it to the elevator was easy: the guards and civilians continuously dropping all around me. Once inside of the elevator, I pressed R for residential. Wiping some blood from my cheek, I caught a whiff of gunpowder on my dark glove and I inhaled again, greedily, as pure joy filtered through my system. Raising my head to look at my reflection, I was met with a dazzling vision wrapped in all black. I could see the bumps from my arsenal of knives and guns strapped to my thighs, hips and arms. My hair was tied back tightly, the glass shards framing my head like a crown, and blood smeared across my face. “You are so pretty.”
The elevator dinged as it reached the residential floor. Unlike the others, this was ominously silent. By now the precious protectors would now that I had come looking for them. Or rather her. I had come for her and I would die before leaving without her. “Natalia?” I called out for her teasingly. “I know you’re here, любимый." I was met only with silence. Humming quietly to myself again, I fished a knife out of my holster and jammed it into the keypad of the elevator. The keypad sputtered and sparked before I pulled the knife back out, leaving it hanging down the side of the wall.
Flipping the knife carelessly, I scraped it against the wall, as I started moving down the hallway. “Our sisters are so looking forward to seeing you again, sweet Natalia.” I was almost reunited with her and joy filled my voice as well as my body. A flash of movement caught my eye and I turned just in time to see someone charging at me. A quick sidestep and he flew past me. He was tall, broad and dark. Every inch of him wrapped in black leather. His gaze was burning with fury, when he turned to look at me.
“Soldat,” I cocked my head in recognition, a smirk curling around my lips. “I see you’ve betrayed the cause as well.” The burly soldier snarled at me in response and a bubbling laughter rose from my throat. “Poor little Soldat, still have the manners of a raging beast, I see.” The deranged soldier lunged at me again, and it took all of my power to block his fist. The metallic whirring getting louder and louder the more weight he put into it. Grunting with effort, I could feel his arm slipping through mine and his fist met my face with full force. My entire body was slammed backwards into the wall and it felt as though my brain was vibrating from the hit. For a second everything went dark, but the taunting scoff from Soldat ripped me back to reality instantaneously.
Pushing myself from the wall, I growled back at him. To think that my dear sister had been trapped here with these abominations of nature for so long… But no matter, we were here for her now and we would take her away. I simply needed to put down this caged animal in front of me, and we could be on our way. “Watch me make ‘em bow.” Anger flashed in the eyes of the beast as I spoke and he charged again: his metal hand shooting out and wrapping around my throat. His eyes burning while he tightened his grip until all that could escape me were choked off gasps.
I fumbled for the needle in my pocket. I knew it contained just enough sedative to take down a deranged super soldier and while I had anticipated using it on a certain overeager Captain, this seemed like an appropriate use. When I finally grasped the needle, I plunged it into the side of Soldat’s neck. The drug took effect immediately: the beast’s eyes drooping and his ironclad grip on my throat loosening. As my feet touched the floor again, his hand slipped from my throat and he landed with a loud thump. I wasn’t certain how long it would keep him down, so for good measure I grasped one of my knifes and plunged it into him: his stomach, chest and shoulder before I sliced along the inside of his arm.
Loosing my patience, I started down the hallway again. I had to find her and save her. How could Mother ever have thought that Natalia was safe here? Kicking down every door I met, I eventually found her room. The soft scent of jasmine and lemongrass wafted over me and I couldn’t resist the temptation to go in. “You smell so sweet.” My fingers softly grazed over her walls as I moved inside and let the smell of my dear sister take over my senses. Her room was warm and inviting with throw blankets and pillows everywhere and I knew that I had been right. This—she—was exactly what our sisters needed, a comforting and warm presence.
Natalia’s bedroom was immaculate as always, not a single item out of place. Stopping at her dresser, I needed to feel close to her. I tore open a drawer and pulled out a sweater. The material was much softer and smoother than anything I owned and I burrowed my face in it, so that I could really smell her. A sense of calm washed over me and I let myself fall backwards onto her bed, so that I could be surrounded by her scent. My sweet Natalia, how I had missed her. “I fell for those ocean eyes.”
There was nothing I hadn’t missed about her: her eyes that would sparkle like the stars on a bright and cold night. Her deep, soothing drawl. Her soft and luscious hair that I could almost feel running through my fingers. All of it making up the resilient, courageous and ruthless warrior that I had loved for as long as I could remember. My sweet, dear sister. We would be together again soon and then nothing could tear us apart ever again. A sudden sound snapped me back to attention and I quickly got off the bed, hiding beside the doorframe to her bedroom. The steps were careful and calculated, yet soft. A smiled curved over my lips as I recognized them.
“Natalia, любимый, I’ve been looking for you.” Her steps froze at the sound of my voice. I slowly emerged from my hiding spot with the smile still on my lips. Natalia had never looked quite as beautiful as she did with her gun pointed at me. “Oh, любимый, I’m not here to hurt you.” Natalia’s stance wavered just a little and I was elated to see her giving in to me. “I’m here to help you escape, sweet sister.” Confusion washed over Natalia’s face and I smirked as I was reminded that she had always been one of our more simple-minded sisters.
“Mother fell ill.” I explained it simply to her. My darling, simple sister did not need to know all the gory details of what I’d done to find her. “And some of our weaker sisters were flailing without a strong leader, so… I stepped in.” An emotion I didn’t quite recognize flashed over Natalia’s face and she lowered her gun a little. “But as you know, любимый, I’m not exactly a nurturing person and while I see no use of such foolish sentimentality, some of our sisters have requested that you re-join us.” I watched her closely, as I finished my sentence. “We are going to run that place together. That, and any other place you want, my sweet love.” Anger flashed in Natalia’s eyes and her gun was back in my face instantaneously.
I didn’t let her reaction deter me, though. I loved her and I knew that she loved me too. I gently placed my hand on her cheek and dragged her closer to me. “I cannot do this without you, sister. I cannot live with you… Do you have any idea how long I’ve been searching for you?” I placed my other hand on top of her gun and pushed it down until it was pointed at my chest. “If you won’t let me help you, then you’ll have to kill me, любимый.” Natalia’s eyes widened and jumped back and forth, from my face down to my chest. “Tell me, sweet sister. Which do you imagine is worse? Living without you or dying first?” I gently brought my hand up to her other cheek and pulled her closer to me, until our foreheads were resting on one another.
“любимый, my love, don’t resist me.” I whispered the last words before crashing my lips onto hers. The feel of her soft, full lips against mine was even better than I had dreamt. I gasped ecstatically into her mouth and let my hands slide into her hair. I tightened my grip on her hair, when she tried to pull away. She could breathe when I let her. Until then, I would kiss her as long as I pleased. A tear slid down her cheek and I understood. She had finally accepted that we were supposed to be together and that we would rule alongside each other. “You will be the most perfect Mother, любимый.” I whispered against her lips.
Suddenly, a burning feeling spread through my chest and I could hardly breathe. “любимый, do you feel it, too?” I gasped. “We are finally becoming one.” Each syllable hurt more than the last and I barely registered Natalia’s gun clattering to the floor. Something warm ran down my chest and my legs almost collapsed under me. I clung to Natalia and she fell to the floor with me. She wrapped her arms around me and I was in heaven. “You are so beautiful, sweet Natalia.” Even as my vision blurred and I could feel the pull of a deep, dark sleep, I could not pry my eyes away from her. “Sister, I feel so tired…” My voice was cracking from all the effort it took me to speak, but she was here. My true love, my dear sister. I had finally found her again. “Sleep, sister. Everything will be alright.” My sweet Natalia’s voice was the last thing I heard before the darkness took me.
Okay, so Tumblr was acting all crazy when I was making this post, so hopefully, it'll work! 😬
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Chapter 4: Broken and Remade
Word Count: 2829
Chapter 3 | Chapter 5
Warnings: Torture, descriptions of intense pain, human experimentation, kidnapping, and needles
You couldn’t see anything. Your eyelids felt like lead, far too heavy for you to muster even just a brief glance. You could, however, hear just fine. The sounds of rubber shoes squeaking as they made their way across the presumably linoleum floor in hasty and heavy steps… The sounds of wheels in desperate need of oil as they creaked and squealed while they rolled… The sounds of varying, metallic objects being moved and placed in different locations around you… Muffled chatter faded in and out to the back track of humming machinery.
After a while, you began seeing light creep through your eyelids, finally giving you the strength and motivation to open your eyes. You were greeted by a harsh, white light beaming onto your face, forcing you to squint. Slowly widening and narrowing your eyes, you eventually got adjusted enough to the light to more or less look around without too much discomfort. You quickly found yourself overwhelmed with the sudden urge to get up and run away once you saw your environment. To your further shock, panic, and confusion, you found yourself immobile. Looking down, you saw you were strapped down to a medical table, lying on your back; your arms, legs, and chest were restrained with tight, leather straps that chafed with each slight movement. In addition, your previous outfit had been replaced with a standard medical gown. You could feel the panic bubbling inside of you, but your still drowsy and hazed state of mind prevented it from overflowing.
Soon, the sound of heels clicking and clacking against the floor reached your ears, growing louder with each second. A lady with a thin frame and hair tied into a tight bun strode into the room, eyes affixed to a clipboard in her hands that was full of papers covered in what only looked like chicken scratch to you. You made eye contact with her, desperately trying to speak, but you only managed to choke out a pathetic, hoarse squeak. The lady, saying nothing, merely mouthed an inaudible word to herself before walking back out of the room. A few minutes later, she returned followed by a man of short stature with a messy combover and beady eyes, exaggerated even more by his thick bottle glasses.
“Subject #8 is conscious, appearing in a suitable state, but showing signs of drowsiness.” The man stated matter-of-factly, the lady scribbled a note onto the clipboard.
“It would appear that she cannot speak; her throat is probably dry after all this time.” The lady added with a tone of indifference after a short period of thought.
“That would appear to be the case. If you would, fetch a glass of water for her.”
The lady quickly exited the room and returned shortly after holding a glass of water. Stepping closer to you, she stepped onto a pedal on the floor, out of your sight for the time being, causing the table you were strapped onto to slowly tilt into an upright position. She carefully brought the glass to your lips. You hesitated, but then you were overcome by the sudden realization of how truly thirsty you were, giving yourself permission to take a sip. The room temperature tap water quickly refreshed your dry mouth and throat as it washed over. You were able to breathe easier and more comfortably, opening your mouth to speak. Before you could say anything, however, the man spoke up.
“Good. Now if you would retrieve the vial set next to the cryo-freezer in the lab while I set up the IV, that would be wonderful.”
“Yes sir, I’ll only be a moment.” The lady delicately placed her clipboard onto a counter on the side of the room before once again exiting the room with haste.
The man proceeded to grab some things from varying cabinets and drawers in the room, items that you could not currently recognize or identify. Your throat, while much more rejuvenated that before, still ached at the thought of talking. Instead, while still in your mellow and drowsy daze, you decided to scope out your surroundings. The room you were in appeared to be a standard medical room; white walls and ceilings with speckled, white linoleum tiles, rolling trays covered with assortments of metal tools and medical instruments, an adjustable lamp above the medical table you were on, and a multitude of cabinets and drawers all around the room, filled with what you could only assume to be more medical equipment.
Hundreds of thoughts began to race throughout your mind.
‘Where am I?’
‘What happened to me?’
‘Was I injured during the mission?’
‘Am I in the hospital?’
‘Who are these people?’
‘Where are Steve, Natasha, and Sam?’
‘What happened to the S.H.I.E.L.D.?’
As your mind scrambled in a hopeless attempt in answering any of the miscellaneous questions that filled your head, you didn’t notice the short man setting up an IV drip bag next to you. You only snapped back into reality when you felt your body moving, the table reverting back to its horizontal position as the man lowered his foot onto a pedal adjacent to the one the lady stepped onto before. When he proceeded to grab onto your right arm, you suddenly found your voice.
“Wait!!! What-what am I doing here? Wh-where is her-here?” You choked out, throat still not fully recovered enough to speak clearly.
“Ah… so you can talk.” The man replied. “These are not things for you to worry about. Just know that you are going to be of tremendous use for HYDRA.”
Your heart sank all the way into your stomach as nausea and immense panic flooded over you. HYDRA was the terrorist organization that had infiltrated and assimilated with S.H.I.E.L.D. How on earth did you fall into their hands? What did he mean by you were “going to be of tremendous use for HYDRA.”?
While you were once again lost in your thoughts, the man took the opportunity to insert the needle for the IV tube into a vein in your forearm, resulting in a pained groan to leave your mouth.
“What are y-yo…” you cleared your throat rather painfully, “you talking about? How di-id I get here? Wha-at are you plan-” a rough cough interrupted you, “planning on doing to me?” You just barely managed to get the last of your sentence out.
“As I said, you needn't worry yourself. It’s all out of your hands now.” The man smugly replied as he adjusted the IV bag.”
You noticed the color of the liquid within the IV bag was not your typical, clear saline solution, but rather a light, transparent, blue-green liquid with black flecks swimming in it. Your eyes traced the liquid as you concernedly followed it travelling through the tube, right before entering your arm. The exact second the liquid entered your vein, you felt a rush of both coldness and heat simultaneously branch throughout your arm from that vein. Your entire body soon felt like it was both freezing while being on fire, but only for a second, and then the feeling completely faded away, leaving you slick with sweat as you shivered on the table.
“W-wha… what w-was that?” You wheezed, breath shaking along with the rest of your body.
“I suppose I could tell you, not that it would really change anything. It’s merely a stabilizing agent for the test solutions and-” He paused to inject you with another syringe filled with a black liquid causing a squeak to escape your mouth, “this is a catalyst solution for said tests.” He finished, leaning against the door frame to the room.
Before you could ask a follow up question, the lady from before finally returned, carrying a tray of vials with differently colored liquids in each. You felt your anxiety still bubbling within you, but after whatever was put into your body, the anxiety seemed to be suppressed inside, leaving you with an uncomfortable and almost unsatisfied feeling in your guy. The lady quickly placed the tray onto one of the counters on the side of the room, backing up immediately to allow the man to approach and examine them. Recognizing your current limitations when it came to mobility, field of view, and speaking, you chose to focus what little energy you had to listening to what the two were discussing.
“So these are the ones the others could not handle, yes?” The man questioned.
“Yes, and these are the ones that the twins have been subjected to.” The lady replied, no emotion in her voice.
“And this one… this one is the unstable agent, correct?”
“Correct. The scepter has had some rather unique reactions when it came to this one. Some claim to have experienced immense pain, as if they were being torn apart. Others experienced a sense of complete tranquility and peace, all before quickly and suddenly dying.”
“Ah yes. Some of those were good men. And what of subject #7A?”
“For a brief moment he seemed to be able to manipulate his own tangibility, rendering himself capable of passing through things, but only for a short while before his body spontaneously ripped itself apart.”
“That was a messy day, but informative nonetheless.”
“Of course, doctor.”
Your eyebrows furled, confusion and concern plastered upon your face. What exactly were these people up to? How many people have been in your place before you, and how many have died? What exactly was going to happen to you?
“Prep these and the subject while I gather the molecular stabilization gear, probe, and scepter.”
After the so-called doctor left the room, the lady grabbed the vial on the far right side of the tray and brought it over to the area directly behind you, disallowing you to see what she was doing. You began fidgeting, desperately trying to wriggle free from the straps that bound you to the table, but to no avail; the only thing you managed to achieve was a rather unpleasant burn and blistering on your wrists and ankles.
The doctor returned, pushing a cart full of equipment that you couldn’t identify, even if your life depended on it. He stepped out of the room once more before wheeling in another cart with a monitor-looking device on it, positioning the cart beside your head. The doctor then pulled out a cord from the other cart and plugged it into the monitor, following that up by attempting to untangle the other parts of the cord that branched out into several ends with suction cups and short needles in the center. Before you could react, you felt a slight prick in your left forearm as the lady stealthily injected you with something. Almost immediately, you felt your body begin to go limp as a numbness crawled across.
While before you could struggle at the binds and even slightly turn your head, you now found yourself unable to move at all. The doctor began sticking the suction cup device to different parts of your body; your temples, shoulders, forearms, and the area right above your collar bones. With each one you felt a faint prick as the needles sunk into your skin. You were completely helpless. The monitor moaned to life as you saw different vitals pop up, unfortunately, you couldn’t understand what any of them meant besides the heart rate one. The doctor and lady made their way behind you and began conversing in hushed tones, leaving you alone with your thoughts once again.
You hoped everyone was okay. You were scared, panicking, confused, and hurting. What had you done to deserve this? Why you of all people? What kind of weird tests are these people going to run on you? The doctor made his way back into your sight, reaching towards the monitor before flipping a switch on it. You felt the suction cups suddenly tighten their grip on you as a vacuum seal was activated. The lady approached the doctor, a beaker in her hands that was filled with a thick, black liquid with a faint rainbow like pattern in it, almost like an oil slick. It was then that you felt your sense of feeling begin returning to you, the numbing agent apparently wearing off. Quickly taking notice of this, you blurted out.
“Why me?! I’m just a normal person!”
“Yes you are. For now.” The lady smirked with a disgustingly cruel and twisted smile.
She then handed the beaker to the doctor who proceeded to place it onto a counter behind him, his back to you as he began preparing something. The lady swiftly pulled out another needle and tubing set, but this time, it was attached to a cylindrical container at the end as opposed to an IV drip bag. She quickly inserted this additional needle into your left forearm, earning yet another pained groan to leave your mouth. Turning around, the doctor approached you, syringe in hand, filled with the substance from the beaker. You tried to struggle, but the numbing effects had yet to completely wear off. Carefully, the doctor gripped your right wrist, right below the second needle insertion, pointing to an area on your arm that prompted the lady to tie off the area above the needle with gauze, limiting your circulation. Above the gauze, near your shoulder, you felt the needle slowly penetrate your arm as you felt the pressure of the doctor pressing the plunger, releasing the mystery liquid into your veins. As if a cruel act of irony by fate, the numbing agent wore off for your arms as the liquid invaded your circulatory system.
It felt like your entire body was set ablaze as pain streaked throughout in rapid punches and spikes. Your vision grew spotty as your lips quivered. You tried to shriek in pain, but all that came out were pathetic mewls and choked cries. The sensation of millions of needles piercing every part of your body, injecting molten lava into you, was the only thing you could feel. The lady shuffled to face the monitor, taking note of the rapidly changing and spiking vitals before reaching into the cart that was next to it. You couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw what she pulled out and handed to the doctor. It was none other than the scepter that Loki had when he commenced his attack on Stuttgart and then New York! New levels of panic coursed through your fiery veins as you finally managed to release a hoarse and ragged scream. You began violently thrashing at your restraints; all of your energy focused on trying to escape.
In the chaos and commotion, you managed to get one arm loose, only to have the lady immediately pin it down and call for help. Another lady and two men, all in medical face masks, quickly entered the room and redid your restraints even tighter than before. Hot tears brimmed your lower eyelids as you felt your anger and pure fear threaten to burst every blood vessel in your body. Now you had the doctor, the lady, another lady, and two more men, standing guard in your room. The narrow window of escape you possibly had was closed. To make matters even worse, after your frenzied attempt to escape, your energy was spent and your vision went from shaky and spotty to blurry with random blotches of black.
The first lady made her way over to the monitor, an amused smirk on her face, and pressed a button, immediately resulting in electric shocks to pulse into your body from each point where the suction cups were attached. With each shock, your body convulsed and jolted as you felt the electricity shoot through your body and mind, your brain feeling cloudy and faint.
Your head felt like it was spinning at a hundred miles per hour. As someone moved in front of you, your vision managed to focus and lock directly onto the doctor who was now standing right beside you, wielding the scepter. Appearing menacing, the doctor then pointed the scepter’s point at you, slowly inching it towards the temple of your head before making contact.
In an instant, the most painful and piercing feeling struck you as your vision flashed a brilliant blue. Any pain that you felt previously couldn’t even compared to what you felt now. You finally felt all of the fear, anger, confusion, and panic overflow and explode throughout you as you released the loudest, blood curdling shriek that you had ever let out as immense suffering laced your voice. The pain rapidly spread from your head throughout your entire body, reaching your fingertips and even your toes. Your body felt like it was being ripped apart, one cell at a time. In a second, your vision flashed white before you slipped from consciousness, succumbing to the dark abyss of your mind once again.
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