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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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just like magic with marvel cast, the vibe is----- a perfect song for a lil b*tch with a good heart and a sarcastic mouth

just like magic is the song we ALL need for 2020😌 Start manifesting ya’ll🖤 Also thank you sm for the request I am so so sorry this took so freakin’ long😭 Love u, happy reading🖤🖤 Tried to add my own lil twist to your request:)

(A lil different from the request, but I tried to make the reader have a bit sas.)

💌.

just like magic

Growing up within the Marvel Cinematic Universe was probably one of things you were most grateful for. When you first started out you weren’t that social. You were new to the business, you didn’t know anybody and you were intimidated by every single actor you crossed paths with.

At first you didn’t feel like you fit in. You felt as if you were a burden to everyone else. You barely talked to anyone which made the others approach you out of force by the Russos. Everyone around you was talented while you were just some newcomer who had jack shit as experience. The first few years you were insecure of yourself mentally and physically. You weren’t as pretty or fit as the other women in the MCU nor did your skills live up to theirs. Which led to some unhealthy habits. Plus there were haters and movie critics who would say horrible things about you and your acting.

You had a rocky start unlike Tom Holland and even Lexi Rabe. Until one day when you realized that you had to change how you were thinking. It took you a while but all that negative thinking you were doing was only bringing you negative energy. So when you had a break from filming movies, your number one goal was to improve yourself.

Wake up in my bed, I just wanna have a good day (Mmm, ah)

Think it in my head, then it happens how it should, ayy

Twelve o'clock, I got a team meeting, then a meditation at like 1:30

Then I ride to the studio listening to some shit I wrote (Oh)

You woke up with smile on your face in a sense of calmness. The sun shined bright hues into your room as you got up from your bed. Today was the first day back on set. You guys were finally filming Civil War and you were honestly so excited. As you did your morning routine, you went over how the day would go in your head. You’re genuinely excited to see the entire cast. It has been almost half a year since you’ve seen everyone and you couldn’t wait to be back.

You took one last look at yourself in the mirror. Compared to the previous year, you looked and felt healthy. Your eyes shined and you looked well relaxed. You know like one of those face cleanser commercials? That’s how you felt. You felt like a breath of fresh air.

The ride to the studio took a good 30 minutes but it felt like seconds. You entered the set with a new sense of confidence and pride. The energy was practically radiating off you.

“(Y/n)?” You hear someone call from behind you. You turn around and see Scarlett looking at you.

“Hey!” You greet her as you approach her. You pulled her into a hug, startling her.

“Oh! Hello to you too, honey.” She laughed as she wrapped her arms around you. “How are you?”

“I’m doing great! Life’s been good.” You answer as a toothy grin graces itself on your face. Scarlett’s eyes are filled with shocked. From the previous times she’s talked to you she’s never seen you so loud or open. You were always shy and closed off from everyone on set.

Good karma, my aesthetic (Aesthetic)

Keep my conscience clear, that's why I'm so magnetic

Manifest it (Yeah), I finessed it (I finessed it)

Take my pen and write some love letters to Heaven

Eventually everyone on set caught on to your new attitude. Though they tried to be discreet about their reactions and shocked expressions, you could still see how they were caught off guard by your sudden change of nature.

Anthony watched as you conversed with Elizabeth and Scarlett on the couch in Robert’s “village” . You were probably the most smiliest person in the room beating Evans, who was eating his lunch.

“She’s like different. But in a good way. It’s like she’s bloomed.” Anthony thought out loud to the men beside him. Chris (E) and Sebastian look in your direction.

“Bloomed?” Chris snorted as he swallowed his food.

“Yeah, like she’s growing into a woman.” Anthony hummed proudly as he went back to his own lunch. Sebastian smiled at you, “I think she’s gained some confidence in herself and finally realized how good of a person she is.”

“If she’s finally realized that, I’m glad she did. She’s like a ball of sunshine, it’s adorable.” Chris smiled proudly at you as your hands move around animatedly while explaining some story to the two women in front of you.

“Y’all think it’s a boy?” Anthony wondered. Sebastian rolled his eyes at his friend. Before he can even respond Anthony is calling you over. You approach the men with a smile and take a seat beside Sebastian.

“What’s up?” You greet them. Chris nods at you as he chews on his sandwich. Sebastian greeting you with a quiet “hey”.

“So who’s the lucky man?” Anthony asks teasingly. Your brows knit together head tilting to the side.

“Man?”

“Yes man, or boy, whatever. Who’s got you feelin’ yourself, (y/n).” Anthony wiggles his brows as he shimmies closer to you. Sebastian, who’s in between you two, cringes at the man to his left.

You didn’t take any offense to the question, knowing that everyone was curious as to why you were so unlike yourself.

You chuckled before smirking at the older man, “Anthony, honey. I don’t need a man to be feelin’ myself. I did this on my own.”

Chris and Sebastian’s mouth drop at your answer. Chris laughed as he pointed out Anthony’s face. Sebastian slung an arm around your shoulder bringing you into a side hug as he laughed with Chris.

“To be fair” Chris began to say but started to laugh, “To be fair, you deserved that.” Anthony’s face went flushed as he nodded to himself. You suddenly felt bad that you put him on the spot.

“Alright, stop laughing at him.” You playfully glare at Chris and Seb. You poke Anthony’s arm, “To answer your question, I’ve just been working on myself. Thinking more positively, I even tried manifestation.”

“You know what, that’s good. You’re taking care of yourself mentally and physically. I’m proud of you for doing this for yourself, we all are.” Anthony tells you as he motions to the two other men.

You look at all three of them, all of them looking at you with pride, “Thanks guys.”

Just like magic (Baby), just like magic (Oh yeah)

Middle finger to my thumb and then I snap it

Just like magic (Yeah), I'm attractive (Oh yeah)

I get everything I want 'cause I attract it (Oh)

As the months passed, the more you evolved into another version of you. You walked with determination, carried yourself with such grace and you’ve gained confidence in your career. You didn’t let your insecurities get to you, instead you faced them and overcame them. You were tired of letting them control you.

Your change in attitude and perspective on life has definitely affected your life in many ways. Manifestation was one of the things that have helped you the most. Writing about your goals and putting that energy out to the world has helped you persevere in your job. You’ve only faced good karma; sending out positive energy and receiving it back from the universe.

So far you’ve been casted in two new projects and have a campaign lined up with Gucci. If you were told a year ago that you’d be working with big time directors and freakin’ Gucci, you wouldn’t have believe them. Life has been unreal ever since you decided to change your life around. But of course you had to thank your Marvel family, without them and their support you probably wouldn’t haven gotten to where you were today.

Looking at my phone, but I'm tryna disconnect it (Oh yeah)

Read a fuckin' book, I be tryna stay connected (Yeah)

Say it's tricky at the top, gotta keep a slim ego for a thick wallet

Losing friends left and right, but I just send 'em love and light (Oh)

As many people recognized your success many people still tried to pull you down. Some fans on social media have noticed your change in behavior and have even praised you for practicing self care. While others still tried to push you off the mountain of success you were currently on and drag you across the ground.

These were the reasons as to why you were barely on your phone anymore. You used to be invested in your phone but after realizing how much negativity it brought you, you’ve decided to slowly disconnect from it. Which led you to becoming more interested into books.

Chris (E) had even brought some of his favorite arts of literature for you to borrow. You were currently on your third book of his, Sapiens A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari. You were sitting outside your trailer in a fold up chair under the shade. Your peacefulness was interrupted by Tom (Holland) who had a worried expression on his face.

“Have you not seen it yet?” He asked you as soon as he was in front of you. Being the two most youngest actors on the current set, you guys were closer to each other than with the adults.

“Seen what, Tommy?” You put a finger in between the pages you were reading to save your spot. Tom pulls his phone out and began to type. He tapped on his screen and turned the screen to you.

“She’s been talking crap about you for days.” You read the article and saw that one of your “friends”, Sabrina has been speaking out about your success and how it’s changed you as a person.

“She’s going off about how the more money you get in your wallet, the more bratty and arrogant you become.” He grumbled as he turned his phone off.

“I could care less, honestly. I know I haven’t done anything to her and if I did I was unaware of it. Plus, she stopped talking to me after I said I couldn’t get her a part in a movie.” You shrugged as you placed a proper bookmark in the book.

“You’re not upset?”

“I mean it’s sad that she’s acting so two faced. But if that’s how she wants to roll, then be my guest. It’s her loss, not everyone has great taste.” You flicked a piece of hair away from your face with your hand.

“You’re not gonna release a statement against her?”

“No, probably just wish her well with her life and move on with my own.” You answered much to Tom’s dismay.

Redesign your brain, we gon' make some new habits

Just like magic (Just like magic), just like magic

Filming has officially ended a few months ago and now you guys were doing press tour for Civil War. Before you were the new and improved version of yourself, you dreaded press tours. Some interviewers were nice and respectful, but there were those who would ask inappropriate questions and were just rude in general. All you could remember during those past tours was wanting to leave those rooms as soon as possible.

The q&a panel at New York had a packed room. There were many journalist crowded in the room shoulder to shoulder. You were sat in between Elizabeth and Scarlett, two of the women who have been guiding you and teaching you about life as a woman in the business. They were also like your older sisters.

The panel had been going smoothly for the first half hour until a man with a snobby face and cocky demeanor approached the mic.

“Hello, I’m Keith and my question’s for (y/n).” He began. You nodded in his direction, motioning for him to continue.

“I think everyone’s noticed how you’ve changed and developed as a person. Obviously something’s changed in your life. So I want to know if you’ve had any intimate relationships with any of the men in the cast?” You were surprised at the man’s question. First it was bold of him to ask such a question and second it was just disrespectful to you and the others on the cast.

“I mean someone’s gotta be fucking you good to make you crawl out your shell.” The man finished shrugging nonchalantly. Robert was about to interject but your mouth was quicker than his. The men of the cast were disgusted at the man while they sat at the edge of their seats.

“Well last time I checked my contract, my job was to act, not sleep around with the men who are part of these movies.” You spoke into the mic. All the attention was on you while the room was at a standstill.

“It’s also very upsetting that you think a girl needs to be fucked in order to be confident in herself. I hate to break it to you but women are completely capable of turning their lives around without the help of men and that says a lot about you, sir. So if I were you, I’d take myself back to my seat and rethink my life because if one of us has to redesign our brains it’s you.” You finished as you placed your mic on your lap. The room was silent until the cast began to clap. This was your first time standing up for yourself, usually Robert or Scarlett would swoop in and save you but this time, you were saving yourself.

You shook your head as you blushed, shoving your head in your hands. You felt some pats on the backs and cheers from your dysfunctional family. You look up and see Scarlett and Elizabeth smiling at you proudly.

“Isn’t she amazing?” Robert asked the crowd as he hugged you. The crowd cheering you on.

Just like magic, your life felt like a dream come true, knowing that you were worth it and enough for the people around you and for yourself.

#marvel #mcu #avengers #chris evans #chris evans x reader #Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan x reader #anthony mackie x reader #Anthony Mackie #Scarlett Johansson #Scarlett Johansson x reader #marvel cast x teen!reader #marvel cast x reader #ally’s 700 celebration #ally’s requests

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rayshippouuchiha · 3 years

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okay wait so now i wanna know which anime character you would throw hands with on sight in all your fandoms, not just sarutobi 'war crimes' hiruzen 👀

Short list that just hits some of the high points and y’all gonna pick up my pattern real fast:

InuYasha: Kikyo. I would destroy that woman for the final time. I would hit her so fast and so hard she would instantly vaporize. Ain’t gonna be no ashes for her to get pottery barned with this time. InuYasha would breathe the first syllable of her name and I would instantly go ham.

Full Metal Alchemist: Obviously Shou Tucker. I think this is just fandom wide. I’d beat him to death with his own spine in a split second and I’d enjoy every second of it.

Bleach: Isshin. Aizen I’d leave to Ichigo and Urahara with strict instructions not to fuck my strawberry boi up with no bullshit special techniques but I’d want the personal pleasure of folding Isshin like a origami crane.

BnHA: A tie between Overhaul and Endeavor. You’ve heard of fight or flight reflex kicking in right? Well for me it’d be Fight and Fight Harder reflex. They might have quirks but they ain’t ever seen the power of These Goddamn Hands. I’mma Plus Ultra their abusive ass souls right out of their bodies.

Death Note: Honestly? Light. I’d beat the bitch boy right out of him.

DBZ: Frieza and the entire Cold family line. Just cause. I’d wreck their shit, marry Vegeta, and then fuck my way into having the Sayians become a galactic defense force instead of conquerors because why not dream big?

YuYu Hakusho: Elder Toguro because fuck that motherfucker. Bitch ass tentacle ass cockroach motherfucker.

MCU: Howard motherfucking Stark. Even just thinking about that motherfucker has kill bill sirens ringing in my head.

Teen Wolf: Gerard and Kate. Explanation enough right there.

KHR: Iemitsu. I haven’t watched the anime yet but I just know.

Final Fantasy 7: Hojo. Greasy ass human experimenting sack of shit.

#themadkatter13 #RayRambles

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ckerouac · 2 years

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2021 Fic Roundup

It’s wild to think that I’ve written enough this year to merit a roundup post, because I really haven’t written much since 2018, but this year I fell into some new interests and decided to try some new things and it felt good to be at least a little bit creative again.

So let’s list it out by fandom under the cut, and thank you to every single one of y’all who’s said something nice about something that came out this year/encouraged me to get back into it.

Glee

Sabotage [Podfic] - G, Klaine (40 min)

Kurt’s at NYADA and Blaine’s at NYU. They’re rival a capella singers, even if the rivalry is only in Kurt’s head.

The Mandalorian

how it feels when we fall, when we fold - G, Din/Cobb (10.6k)

Din returns to Mos Pelgo post S2, and Cobb helps him deal with everything that happened. Even if Din doesn’t realize he needs help yet.

A Fair Bet - G, Gen (1.2k)

Din, Cobb, and Grogu at a carnival in Mos Espa.

seasons change when I just give it time - T, Din/Cobb (WIP)

Din’s a single father trying to finish his degree and develops a crush on his professor. Cobb’s a literature professor who realizes the cute guy in his dating app suggestions is also sitting front row in his class. It’s DILF Din/Prof!Cobb.

MCU

Foolish - G, Steve/Peggy (1.9k)

New Year's Eve 1949, and Peggy and Steve are looking for an excuse to get out of a work function disguised as one of Howard's parties.

the good ones always seem to break - G, Sylvie & 13th Doctor (WIP)

Crossover between Loki & Doctor Who. Three times that Sylvie runs into the 13th Doctor while Sylvie is trying to save herself.

Schitt’s Creek

Cocoa - G, Gen (2k)

Patrick doesn’t like hot chocolate, David takes this as a personal offense, and Stevie gets hoodwinked into helping David change Patrick’s mind.

Ted Lasso

Dear Fancy Friend - G, Gen (1.2k)

Keeley is asked to guest write for an advice column. Roy might be more suited for the job.

#chasingkerouac writes #i always feel like i need to apologize for not being a sexy times writer #lol #the mandalorian #dincobb #steggy #schitt's creek #ted lasso #fanfic

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comfortbucky · 3 years

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𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵: 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟮

gif credit: @buckysbarnes <3

summary: the reader was a pararescue along with sam and riley and was engaged to riley. what happens when she gets roped into the world of captain america? or when she meets bucky barnes? this chapter takes place during ca:ws and will closely follow the canon mcu timeline.

pairing: bucky x fem!reader

warnings: canon level violence, mentions of torture, being held captive, mentions of blood, an old scar, trauma, ptsd, things of that nature

A/N: THE BRIDGE FIGHT SCENE. guys i really hope i did it justice y’all LMAO 🤣 i deadass had to stop watching ca:ws every 10 seconds to make sure i was getting every detail but also i'm not good at writing action scenes so pls bear with me

bucky does make an appearance as the winter soldier hehe

also just a disclaimer: i know little to nothing about the air force and tried my best to do some research but mistakes are bound to be made so don’t pay too much attention to those 😅

and as always i would love to hear any feedback, comments, or suggestions u guys have!!!!!!!!🥰

if u would like to be added to the taglist, pls send me a message! :)

word count: 4k

series masterlist!

Taking a sip from his sweet tea, Sam locked his eyes on Agent Sitwell walking out of the building in front of him.

“We got eyes on Sitwell,” Y/N spoke into her earpiece as Sam kept his sight on the target.

“Copy that, the car is around the corner to the right, 2 spaces down,” Steve replied.

“I got a clear view of him too,” Nat said, lining her sniper up. “Nice tie.” Y/N and Sam watched as the man, who Sitwell was talking to, started to walk away. Sam pulled out his phone to engage in the next step of the plan. Y/N watched as Agent Sitwell dismissed his bodyguards and answered his phone.

“Yes, sir?”

“Agent Sitwell, how was lunch? I hear the crab cakes here are delicious.” Sam saw Y/N smile from the corner of his eye as he spoke.

“Who is this?”

“The good-looking guy in the sunglasses, your 10 o’clock,” Y/N chuckled as Agent Sitwell looked up in the opposite direction of where she and Sam were seated. Sam rolled his eyes as he provided further instruction. “Your other 10 o’clock.” Agent Sitwell turned, finally making eye contact with the pair. “There you go.” Sam and Y/N held up their drinks to greet Sitwell’s gaze.

“What do you want?”

“You’re gonna go around the corner to your right. There's a gray car 2 spaces down. We're gonna take a ride.”

"And why would I do that?"

"Because that tie looks really expensive," As Sam spoke, Sitwell's eyes looked down at his chest to see a bright red sniper dot on his tie. Sam continued, "and I'd hate to mess it up." Sitwell's eyes darted around, trying to find the source of the sniper scope to no avail. Realizing he had no choice, he started down the street as Sam and Y/N followed closely behind.

"Feels weird being suited up again," Y/N said, adjusting the straps on her harness. The pair were perched on the ledge of a building opposite to the one Steve and Natasha had brought Sitwell to. Sam flashed her a grin.

"Feels right to me," he turned his attention to the roof of the building in front of him. "Still fits like a glove."

The two saw their cue to engage as Sitwell was kicked off the rooftop and falling towards the street. Sam jumped off the ledge, his wings unfolding, as he darted towards the falling body. Y/N followed suit, her stomach doing a flip as her feet left the edge, identical to the feeling she used to get on roller coasters. A huge smile grew on her face. She didn't realize how badly she had missed being airborne. Since she had come back from serving overseas, she hadn't experienced anything that felt quite as right as this. Suddenly, Y/N had a feeling that it wasn't chance that brought Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff to Sam's door.

Sam grabbed the collar of Sitwell's jacket and flew straight up, dropping the agent onto the roof. Y/N followed close behind Sam as they made their landing. Their wings folded back into place as they turned around to face Steve and Natasha.

Y/N glanced over to Sam and grinned. "Like riding a bike."

The four surrounded Sitwell as he remained on the ground, holding one of his hands up in defense.

Sitwell quickly blurted out, "Zola's algorithm is a program," he paused. "For choosing Insight's targets."

"What targets?" Steve questioned.

"You!" Sitwell threw his hand in Steve's direction. "A TV anchor in Cairo, the other Secretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa City," he paused before continuing. "Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who's a threat to HYDRA." Natasha quickly looked to Steve before looking back at Sitwell. "Now, or in the future." Y/N and Sam shared a confused look with each other.

Steve paused. "In the future? How could it know?" Sitwell began to laugh as he went on.

"How could it not?" He began to stand up. "The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught HYDRA how to read it. Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, emails, phone calls, your damn SAT scores!" Sitwell kept his eyes on Steve. "Zola's algorithm evaluates people's past to predict their future."

"And what then?" Steve remained his eye contact as Sitwell's face dropped. He looked down as a sudden wave of regret washed over him, realizing what he'd revealed.

"Oh my god. Pierce is gonna kill me." Sitwell took a step back, causing Sam to grab his jacket collar. Y/N took a defensive step forward, blocking off an exit pathway for Sitwell.

"What then?" Steve demanded.

Sitwell paused, realizing since he had already given up most of the information, he might as well offer the rest. "Then the Insight helicarriers scratch people off the list. A few million at a time." Steve stared at Sitwell, absorbing the information he had just been told before speaking.

"We need to start moving," he glared at Sitwell. "And you're coming with us."

Sam and Steve sat in the driver and passenger seats of the car, respectively, as Natasha, Y/N, and Agent Sitwell were seated in the back.

Sitwell spoke up, "HYDRA doesn't like leaks."

"Then why don't you try sticking a cork in it?" Sam shot back.

Natasha leaned forward towards Steve. "Insight's launching in 16 hours. We're cutting it a little bit close here."

"I know," Steve replied as Natasha sat back in her seat. "We'll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the helicarriers directly." Sitwell shot forward in his seat.

"What? Are you crazy? That is a terrible, terrible idea." Before Steve could reply to Sitwell, a loud thud from the roof of the car interrupted him. Y/N flinched as the window next to Sitwell was punched by a metal arm. Her eyes widened as the arm grabbed Sitwell from his seat next to her and threw him off the overpass. Both she and Natasha caught a glimpse of a gun out the window before gunshots went off coming from the roof of the car.

Natasha quickly moved to the front of the car onto Steve's lap as Y/N shifted to the right side of the car, where Natasha had been sitting, attempting to shield herself by crouching down and putting her arms over her head. More gunshots went off, this time coming from the front of the car, almost hitting Steve and Sam in the head. They both managed to duck as Steve pulled the emergency brake lever, throwing the unknown figure from the roof of the car and onto the road in front of them.

The figure, in all black except for his metal arm, managed a 3-point landing and slid down the road, the fingers from his metal arm creating sparks as he dug his hand in the road to stabilize himself. He slowly stood up, facing Sam's car, his eyes covered by black goggles and the lower half of his face hidden behind a black mask. His long hair also worked to hide his face. Before Natasha could attempt to shoot him, a large jeep slammed into the back of the car, causing her to drop her gun and pushing them forward.

Sam, both hands on the wheel, attempted to steer out of the way as the masked figure jumped up onto the roof of the car. The back window shattered and Y/N put her arms up to shield herself from the broken glass. Sam slammed his foot on the brake while Natasha scrambled to grab her gun.

Suddenly, the front window was punched through and the steering wheel was ripped out of Sam's hands.

"Shit!"

Natasha managed to grab her gun and shot at the roof as the figure jumped from the roof of their car to the hood of the jeep behind them. Y/N turned around to look behind her and could see the jeep getting ready to hit their car again. She leaned forward between the front seats of the car.

“They’re gonna hit us from behind again!” She yelled as she tried to figure out their next steps. Steve was already one step ahead of her.

“Grab onto Sam!” Y/N looked at Steve and nodded. She climbed to the front of the car and wrapped an arm around Sam, sitting on his lap. Before she could make a witty remark about what Riley's reaction to their positioning would be, the jeep slammed into the back of their car again, sending it swerving out of control.

"Hang on!" Steve secured his shield on his forearm before grabbing hold of Natasha and Sam. Sam wrapped one arm around Steve and the other around Y/N. Steve used the momentum of the car starting to flip over, to bust down the passenger side door. The four of them landed on the road, the car door breaking their fall. As the door slid down the road from the force of impact, Sam and Y/N rolled off and onto the road, standing up quickly to analyze the situation. Steve and Natasha got up quickly from the car door to defend themselves.

The jeep had come to a stop and the masked figure jumped off the roof to grab a grenade launcher from his associate. He fired it in the direction of Steve and Natasha, Steve pushing her out of the way as he covered himself with his shield. The force of it was so great it sent him, and his shield, flying over the bridge and into a bus.

Meanwhile, Y/N, Natasha, and Sam were taking cover from the masked figure and the rest of the attackers open-fired on them. Natasha was able to fire back with her gun, drawing the attention of the attackers and the masked figure. Y/N and Sam kept hidden behind cars trying to formulate a plan.

"They're distracted right now," Sam said pulling a knife from his pocket. He looked at Y/N. "We can sneak up on them when their backs are turned." She nodded. A loud blast went off, and Y/N stole a quick glance, peering over the car she was hiding behind. The masked figure shot another grenade at Natasha. She managed to dodge it and run behind a car. Another grenade was shot at her and Y/N watched as Natasha jumped off the bridge to avoid getting hit.

"It looks like they're after Steve and Natasha," Y/N began as she continued to watch the situation unfold. "I think metal arm dude is going after her and the rest of them are looking for Steve." She turned to Sam. "Guess there are perks to not being an Avenger after all."

The two saw the masked figure jump over the bridge as a couple others used cable cords to rappel down. Sam and Y/N quietly made their way over to two men who hadn't secured their ropes yet. Sam landed a kick to one of the men's knees, causing the man to turn and face him, before punching him across the face and swiping his knife up the man's body. He grabbed the man's gun before kicking him off the bridge.

The second man turned to face Y/N, upon seeing his partner fall off the bridge. She smirked before kicking him across his face and snatching the machine gun from his hands. The man attempted to punch her, but she quickly dodged it and used the butt of the gun to push him over the edge.

She looked over at Sam and smiled, "God I missed this."

They looked over the bridge to see several men shooting at Steve, using his shield to protect himself. Sam and Y/N began shooting at the men attacking Steve, allowing him to take cover behind a car.

As Steve looked up at them, Sam shouted out to him. "Go! We got this!"

The two of them managed to finish off the rest of the attackers before going to retrieve their flight suits. Flying in the direction that Steve and Natasha ran off towards, Y/N and Sam were able to see from above the now, maskless figure, standing a couple feet in front of Steve.

Steve stared at the man in front of him. He stood frozen in place as he realized he was looking at his childhood friend, who he thought was dead, standing before him. "Bucky?"

"Who the hell is Bucky?" The man brought his gun to aim at Steve.

Sam swooped down and kicked the man, knocking him down. Y/N flew down to grab the man's metal arm and started to fly up, taking him with her. He was able to stand his ground and yank her arm, slamming Y/N to the ground. She groaned before lifting her head to look at the man Steve called "Bucky." Although they made eye contact for a split second, Y/N managed to see a lost, confused look in his eyes.

The man quickly turned around, ready to try and shoot Steve again when a grenade missile was sent flying towards him. Steve turned to see Natasha holding a grenade launcher and turned back around to see that Bucky had vanished.

The sound of sirens grew louder as black vans and police cars surrounded the four of them. Men in tactical gear with guns pointed at them ran towards them. As Natasha, Sam, and Y/N were handcuffed and stuffed in the back of a van, Rumlow barked orders at Steve.

"Drop the shield, Cap! Get on your knees!" Steve did as he was told, staring at the ground in front of him, attempting to process what had just happened.

"It was him." Steve kept his stare on the floor. "He looked right at me like he didn't even know me." Y/N sat quietly next to Steve, listening.

"How's that even possible? It was, like, 70 years ago." Sam replied.

"Zola." Steve paused to think. "Bucky's whole unit was captured in '43. Zola experimented on him." Steve finally looked up to meet Natasha's eyes. "Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and..."

Natasha cut him off. "None of that's your fault, Steve." Her voice trailed off at the end and Y/N could tell that Natasha was losing a lot of blood from the bullet wound in her shoulder. Steve shifted his view towards the floor again before speaking softly.

"Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky."

Y/N moved her handcuffed hands to rest on top of Steve's and gave them a squeeze. He turned to look at her to see her offering a soft smile.

"We're gonna figure this out. Whatever it is."

Steve gave a small smile back to Y/N before she removed her hands from his. Natasha tilted her head back, eyes squinting in pain. Sam observed her wound and spoke up.

"We need to get a doctor here. If we don't put pressure on that wound, she's gonna bleed out here in the truck." Sam jumped back in his seat as one of the guards took out a stun baton, pointing it in his direction. The guard then turned to hit the guard sitting beside them with the baton and kicked them across the face, effectively knocking them out. Everyone stared in shock as the guard removed their helmet, only to reveal Maria Hill sitting before them.

"Ah. That thing was squeezing my brain." She paused to move her hair out of her face before looking at Sam and Y/N. "Who are they?"

Steve was about to speak up before Maria cut him off, grabbing her Mouse Hole to start cutting into the floor of the van. "Actually we don't have time for introductions, we gotta get moving. Don't want to keep him waiting."

The four of them emerged from the car and followed Maria into a secure facility. A man jogged down the dimly lit hallway toward them as Maria reported off to him.

"GSW. She's lost at least a pint."

"Maybe two." Sam added. The man motioned them to follow him.

"Let me take her."

"She'll want to see him first." Maria's statement causing Steve and Natasha to share confused looks with each other. They continued to follow Maria down a series of hallways. Upon approaching a clear, plastic curtain, Maria slowly pulled it back. Steve and Natasha's eyes widened in shock to see Nick Fury, who had they had previously seen die from a heart attack, alive and well in a hospital bed.

"About damn time." Fury paused, looking at Y/N and Sam. "Who the hell are they?"

"They're with me," Steve turned to smile at the pair before turning his attention back to Fury. "We can trust them. This is Sam Wilson and Y/N L/N." Y/N gave a slight wave and Sam folded his arms. Fury sighed.

"Fine, but give me a reason not to trust either of you, and you'll both be dead before you know it."

Y/N and Sam stood and watched as Steve, Natasha, Maria, and Fury discussed the issue at hand.

"We have to stop the launch," Natasha stated, before turning to look at Steve.

"I don't think the Council's accepting my calls anymore," Fury spun the briefcase in front of him, opening it to reveal 3 targeting blades.

Sam leaned over to get a better look before asking, "What's that?"

Maria turned her computer to show graphics of the helicarriers on the screen. "Once the helicarriers reach 3,000 feet, they'll triangulate with Insight satellites, becoming fully weaponized."

Fury continued, "We need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting blades with our own."

"One or two won't cut it," Maria clarified. "We need to link all three carriers for this to work because if even one of those ships remains operational, a whole lot of people are gonna die."

Fury ended their explanation by stating, "We have to assume everyone aboard those carriers is HYDRA. We have to get past them, insert these server blades. And maybe, just maybe we can salvage what's left-"

Steve cut him off. "We're not salvaging anything." Fury looked up to meet Steve's eyes. "We're not just taking down the carriers, Nick. We're taking down S.H.I.E.L.D."

Fury defended himself. "S.H.I.E.L.D. had nothing to do with this."

"You gave me this mission. This is how it ends." Steve argued back. "S.H.I.E.L.D.'s been compromised. You said so yourself. HYDRA grew right under your nose and nobody noticed."

"Why do you think we're meeting in this cave? I noticed."

"How many paid the price before you did?" Y/N felt her admiration for Steve grow in that moment. She had always admired Captain America, but this was a side to him that the public didn't see. He was staying true to his beliefs, always looking out to do what was right. Even if that meant going against someone he admired and respected, against everything he knew. Fury broke away from Steve's stare and looked down.

"Look, I didn't know about Barnes."

"Even if you had, would you have told me?" Fury looked up as Steve continued. "Or would you have compartmentalized that, too? S.H.I.E.L.D., HYDRA, it all goes."

"He's right." Fury turned to face Maria at the sound of her voice. She gave him a soft nod. Fury looked at Natasha who stared at him silently. He then looked up at Sam and Y/N.

"Don't look at me. I do what he does, just slower." Y/N chuckled at Sam's statement.

"And I do what he does," Y/N pointing to Sam. "Just faster." She teased. Fury looked to Steve again.

"Well..." Fury took one last glance at Maria as she gave him a comforting look. He sat back in his seat and sighed. "It looks like you're giving the orders now, Captain."

After the meeting, Maria took Fury to get some rest, doctor's orders, and Natasha went to get a blood transfusion. Steve had excused himself after reviewing the plan to get some air. Y/N and Sam were left sitting at the table.

"I can't imagine how Steve must be feeling." Y/N fiddled with her hands as Sam looked at her. "I mean, imagine seeing Riley again but he's not really Riley, just a completely different person." A wave of silence washed over the two before Sam spoke up.

“If the part that made Riley, Riley, was gone,” Sam paused to collect his thoughts. “Then he’s gone for good.” Y/N didn’t know how to respond, so she didn’t.

The pair sat in silence for a little bit until they went to find Steve, realizing it had been a while since he had left. They found him standing outside, staring off into the distance, deep in thought. Sam walked ahead of Y/N to speak to Steve.

"He's gonna be there, you know."

"I know." Steve kept his gaze focused on the view.

"Look, whoever he used to be and the guy he is now,” Sam took a breath. “I don't think he's the kind you save. He's the kind you stop." Y/N suddenly remembered the look she had seen in Bucky’s eyes. She knew that look, she’d experienced something similar herself.

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Well, he might not give you a choice. He doesn’t know you.”

“You’re wrong Sam.” The men turned their heads towards Y/N as she continued to speak. “Everyone deserves to be saved. You’re the one who taught me that.” Sam sighed as Steve looked at them both with a curious look on his face. Y/N turned to Steve to explain.

“During one of our first rescue ops with the EXO-7 Falcon suits, I was flying over a forest when a sharpshooter managed to hit my pack in a vulnerable spot. I managed to land in a random forest, but unfortunately, it was near an uncover HYDRA base, one that wasn't known to S.H.I.E.L.D." Y/N crossed her arms, looked down at the ground and sighed before continuing. "The technology they used to make our suits was something HYDRA couldn't quite crack, so they took me captive to see if I would reveal anything useful to them."

Sam reached out to place a comforting hand on her shoulder. Y/N looked up at him and gave a soft smile, before returning her attention to the ground. "Of course I kept my mouth shut, but even if I wanted to tell them anything, I couldn't. The Air Force just told us how to fly them, nothing else. So HYDRA did what HYDRA does best." Steve had a feeling he already knew what to expect but continued to watch and listen to her. "They roughed me up pretty good," Y/N said as she lifted up her shirt, just enough, to reveal a long scar on the side of her abdomen. "Something to remember them by." She pulled down her shirt and let out a soft chuckle. Her eyes shifted up to meet Steve’s, him silently encouraging her to continue. "I was there for about a month before Sam and Riley managed to find me. We ended up losing a couple of teammates along the way. For months, I felt so much guilt, like it was my fault that I ended up in that situation and that I didn't deserve to have made it out."

Y/N smiled at Sam. "But Sam and Riley were the ones who helped me get through it all. Reminded me that I was a victim and deserved to be saved. That what happened to me wasn't my fault." She turned to face the two men. "Bucky, in some way that we don't know yet, is being held captive right now. He's doing things he clearly wouldn't normally do." Her eyes focused on Sam's. "He deserves a chance to be saved, Sam." Sam let out a sigh before nodding. Steve gave Y/N a hug, whispering a thank you in her ear, before pulling away to face the two of them.

"Let's gear up. It's time."

"You gonna wear that?" Sam asked, looking at Steve’s civilian clothes.

"No. If you're gonna fight a war, you gotta wear a uniform."

chapter 3

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stevetonyweekly · 3 years

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Reader Recs - SteveTony Weekly

It’s the end of the month and that means y’all get things you’ve been reading recently!

***Indicate something I’ve read and enjoyed.

~*~

Here’s to Las Vegas by iam93percentstardust (Alternate Universe/1.5k)

The day after Steve gets married, he wakes up in a Las Vegas hotel with a ring on his finger and Tony Stark snuggled up beside him.

Down in lonesome town by resurrectedhippo (Endgame Fix-it/79k)

“Why do I always find my way back to you?”

Maybe he didn’t necessarily return to Steve, but fate is a funny little thing, and after living a life of loss, Steve wants something that’s his to keep. Tony deserves a love that’s unrestrained. Steve thinks he’ll erupt with it.

Love is messy, not easy, and takes work.

Maybe love feels like rage.

But maybe love could just be jumping off a rocky mountain and smiling anyway.

After the universe is restored, Steve is lost without any direction. Retiring from the Avengers, he moves across the country and ends up building a house by a misty blue lake. Across the bridge is Tony Stark’s new workshop.

This is not a drill by Sabrecmc (A/B/O/23K)

“Can I—can I see him? I mean meet him. Uh…welcome him to the team?” Tony clarified, probably not very well, he knew.

“Well…there’s a bit of an issue with that,” Fury said, and Tony figured this was where Fury got to whatever it was that had really forced his hand and made him call Tony in, knowing how much the man detested having to do so. “You see, well. He was suspended in the ice for nearly seventy years,” Fury began. Tony nodded along, because he could do math.

“I’m sure he has a lot of adjusting to do—“ Tony started.

“Seventy years,” Fury repeated, cutting Tony off and leaning back in his chair and making it rock slightly. “Of no suppressants.”

“Oh,” Tony managed to choke out past the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat. “Oh.”

***you think you only know me when you turn on the light by sineala (MCU/ 13K)

This wasn't fair. None of this was fair. Tony was supposed to be going on a date with Steve, not bleeding to death in the middle of Macy's on 34th Street because he'd been magically shanked by a sorcerer who didn't even have the decency to obey the goddamn laws of physics.

***bodyguard for the day by navaan (Identity Porn/11K)

Tony gets kidnapped from his Stark Industries office. Steve gets taken with him. But AIM doesn't know they've mistaken Captain America for a simple security guy – and nobody knows Tony is Iron Man... Life is complicated.

Bridge over troubled waters by vorkosigan (Endgame Divergent/5.8k)

After Thanos is defeated, Tony throws a party, like one does. Steve is there, and Tony thinks it's an awesome idea to seduce him, for old times' sake. Things get... complicated.

Scratching Posts and Love by talesofsuspense (Canon Divergent/7.6k)

There’s a million reasons he can’t and shouldn’t get a pet, but his therapist apparently thinks they’re all just bad excuses and tells him as much.

your slightest look by stardating (Alternate Universe/4k)

Romance novels said that love was not supposed to be about suffering, or some other poetic lie. Clearly, none of those authors ever spent their days coughing up bouquets.

***Tony stark vs the heteronormative agenda by sweatervest (MCU/11K)

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

Steve glances at her and then over at Tony.

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

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

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

Three weeks from tuesday by thedevilchicken (Alternate Universe/2k)

Tony's pretty sure Steve was joking when he proposed. He's pretty sure it's all just because Spider-Man can't let a good joke drop. But he's determined to find out.

***dear to me by sylvalum (Comics/5.7k)

Tony has made peace with the fact that Steve will never love him back, except then a half-asleep Steve tells him that he loves him, swiftly launching Tony’s third existential crisis this month.

And the Avengers have a baby now, which is shaping up to be the fourth.

#stevetony weekly #stevetony fic recs #stevetony #fic recs #stony #superhusbands #steve rogers #tony stark

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in-starkestday-in-bannerednight · 3 years

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The Avengers refuse to unify & the MCU suffers for it.

Before y’all get your panties in a bunch hear me out. The Avengers lack scenes and moments that explore unity/coming together for the sake of camaraderie as opposed to ‘defeating a threat’.

The directors and screenwriters of the main Avengers films focus so much on team drama we almost never see the team just operating like a group of friends; I mean where they ACTIVELY comfort each other, help with an issue, laugh and create memories, goof off or even just have heart to hearts that aren’t in a life-threatening fight. The Avenger who represents this potential most is Cap aka Steve Rogers.

In every solo Cap movie, there are clear scenes of connecting, hanging out, and exploring relationships outside of the “job”. First Avenger: -Steve bonds with the rag tag group of Howling Commandos (hell he HAND picked them, drank with them, etc.) Winter Soldier: -Steve attends the veteran’s meeting that Sam hosts. They talk about goals and Sam’s crush. Later we see Sam, Nat, and Steve all chilling having breakfast. And of course Nat cracks jokes with Steve on a road-trip to his old army base.

Civil War: -Steve reassures Wanda about trying to save as many people is better than saving none -Natasha goes to Peggy Carter’s funeral just to support Steve -Peter Parker in Germany goofing off -Steve and Tony ACTUALLY try protect each other during the olive branch scene -Steve writes a letter to apologize & reaffirm he will have Tony’s back

But this is the tip of the iceberg in terms of potential. Drama isn’t the one stop-shop for keeping an audience engaged. If the creative team ALLOWED the Avengers to be seen as friends & colleagues, it could lead to a more UNIFIED and tied together MCU. Not just cameos, but meaningful appearances that boost the plot or character arcs more than simply offering fan service. My biggest example of this is Black Panther. In Black Panther, it’s already been established Steve regularly visits Wakanda to see Bucky. And in Infinity War, it’s implied Steve & T’Challa have a respected friendship (although we never see evidence of that at all!) So HOW do we SHOW that without taking away any of the existing plot in Black Panther?

One scene.

After Erik Killmonger arrives in the throne room/challenges T’Challa, let’s say he’s held in custody. What if Steve is visiting Bucky (who is unfrozen and working through therapy) and he goes to visit T’Challa, who is visibly conflicted and needs to blow off some steam. So he invites him to one of their sparring matches, where he’s been teaching new forms of martial arts to Steve. During this T’Challa shares the revelation of a lost family member turned villain.

Steve offers his OWN experience with that EXACT SAME revelation via Bucky dying and resurrecting into Winter Soldier. Yet he never gave up and ultimately saved Bucky. This relates deeply to T’Challa because Civil War is how all 3 met each other and that film ends with him saying he’s done letting vengeance consume him, and if he can help one man find peace he will.

So this visit from Steve inspires T’Challa to try reasoning with or including Killmonger into the royal fold. This doesn’t work, sparking the challenge where Erik wins, and the film goes on as intended. But in this ONE scene,

T’Challa teaches Steve new fighting moves, and STEVE teaches T’Challa about fighting for someone else, not against them. This establishes clear trust with personal problems being shared and a support system between the two men. A single scene that develops a relationship, explores characters thoughts and unifies two people together. These are the scenes missing from the main Avengers films and these scenes need to be more existent in solo films as well. They build a connective tissue better than “references” and cameos do for the MCU. Why get excited for a piece of dialogue when you could have a whole SCENE? So stop always having the Avengers argue and squabble. Even the Guardians of the Galaxy do a better job of showing friendship.

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ruffboijuliaburnsides · 3 years

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I got tagged for this by the delightful @las-lus. ta, dear heart!

1. why did you choose your url?

I fell in love with The Amazing Devil (and have yet to fall out with it) and just... yeah. It’s from one of my favorite of their lyrics:

Day by day oh lord three things I pray That I might understand as best I can How bold I was, could be - will be - still am, by god still am

2. any sideblogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

Not really, unless you count my old blog that I abandoned due to some interpersonal fandom wank shit on a totally other website that i just... did not want to potentially have to deal with fielding on tumblr as well, and I’d linked regularly to my tumblr so I knew ppl knew where to find me. (I don’t much care any more, it’s @actuallyclintbarton)

Unfortunately for y’all, I do not give a fuck about restricting my fandom reblogs and shitposting to thematically appropriate blogs, y’all get to deal with ALL OF IT. ;)

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

2012! my original username was bemyselfloudly. (i’ve also been through shit like... whatwouldcapdo, queersuperteens, wrotemyown, actuallyclintbarton, cottoncandydumpass, and ruffboijuliaburnsides. I know I’m missing a few lmao. I don’t change my URL on a whim mostly anymore)

4. do you have a queue tag?

I’ve had quite a few! I think the one I kept longest was “always we will queue as one”, from the Avengers Assemble theme song? Mostly bc I forgot to change it for a while. currently, it’s “i promise queue i’m not broken”, from TAD’s “Farewell Wanderlust”.

Other entries: “i’ve got red in my queue”, “to queue the monsters we created monsters”, “i am not queueing away my shot”, “were queueing it man. were making it happen.”, and “abracafuqueue”.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

I randomly found a trans guy’s blog who was... like he wore stockings and heels and makeup and dressed really feminine but was still A TRANS GUY. And that spoke to my lil not-out-as-trans-to-anyone-at-all heart, and so the first handful of posts were probably introspective shit. And then I started reblogging MCU stuff. And then birdie got a blog and I was lost.

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Oh! My icon is currently art of one of my many DnD characters, a gnomish warlock named Cricket! My wife got a commish of her and her halfling girlfriend Ambria on Flight Rising from a particularly delightful artist, and I love it dearly.

Here’s the full piece, btw (with a gradient on it bc the original is transparent):

Cricket’s whole “starting concept” is basically just “Party Girl-era Ke$ha, but a gnome, a lesbian, and bound to a warlock patron”, she has fully helped win a cage match by hitting a guy in the dick with a folding chair, and I love her constantly drunk or hungover lil ass DEARLY.

7. why did you choose your header?

It’s Joey Batey, who sang the line my url/header text is from, but also it’s fuckin HAWT.

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

AHAHAHAHAHAHAH *sob* It’s a post from February with like 63k notes about Quibi doing a quarantine home video version of The Princess Bride.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

I have no earthly idea and I have no way to check. PROBABLY AROUND 200?

10. how many followers do you have?

5,109. Gods bless you all, why are you HERE????

11. how many people do you follow?

392. I am very picky, clearly XD

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

I mean, hasn’t EVERYONE?

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

anywhere from “no times” to “essentially constantly”. It really depends on the day and where my brain is.

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

Not with any particular blog. I’ve got particular arguments I feel strongly about and will fight any time I see it on my dash, but it’s not a particular FEUD or anything. Possibly the closest is the artist formerly known as zarabitha bc I had serious issues with their headcanons/fandom policing, but that’s ancient news and I’m p sure she never recognized me as a unique individual.

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

i resent them and generally actively AVOID reblogging them. Don’t fuckin try to guilt me into shit motherfuckers, I’m not here for that.

16. do you like tag games?

Yes!!! I don’t always respond as promptly as I’d like, but I adore them!!!!

17. do you like ask games?

Ditto above. LOVE ‘EM. Not always timely.

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Probably @seananmcguire and @thebibliosphere are the closest to tumblr famous amongst my mutuals.

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

....I mean, YEAH? it’s kinda a foregone conclusion, I crush easy.

20. tags?

WHOEVER WANTS TO. I mean this. Pls tag me as having tagged you. I just can’t CHOOSE. So fuck that. I guess specifically @jackironsides and @persony-pepper but specifically pls JUST IF YOU WANNA DO THIS, DO IT.

#meme

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stovetuna · 4 years

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Imagine Steve/Avengers walking in to Tony entertaining two soldiers in the common room and being really confused because Tony??? Despises the military??? But then find out that those two soldiers are actually from the “fun-vee” way back in IM 1 and Tony’s fitting them with prosthetics.

ahhh this has been stuck in my head for DAYS anon! I don’t necessarily agree with the assessment that Tony hates the military, per se (doing business with the military and the military industrial complex, however, and all that that toxic shit entails, definitely yes), BUT it’s such a heartbreaking/warming concept I had to run with it! I think I got it right with Air Force vs Army, but the movie was kinda vague—I’m going off of the fact that the driver said “I’m an airman,” which you would not say if you were in the Army.

and since the airmen (and woman) Tony was traveling with in the Fun-Vee are canonically deceased, I thought I’d have Tony do something…well, Extremely Tony™ to compensate…

(::whispers:: also we’re just gonna pretend that the Bucky-killed-Tony’s-parents-revelations of Cap 2/3 aren’t a thing in this vaguely alternate MCU universe. la-di-da, la-di-da…)

***

It’s not surprising to walk into the Avengers common area and see Tony Stark working on something no one can quite comprehend. That’s par for the course, really, as commonplace as days that end in Y. Machines, phones, tablets, watches, the toaster after Hulk pressed the cancel button a little too hard—they’ve seen Tony futzing with just about everything that exists in the Tower (and some things that don’t—couldn’t—exist anywhere else except where Tony is).

What the team isn’t expecting when the elevator doors open onto the communal floor that sunny Tuesday afternoon is a living room scattered with men and women in various states of modest undress, all of whom immediately pivot in place to take stock of the new arrivals. Three men, one woman, and in the middle of their protective circle is Tony, eyes blazing with the same thrill of invention he often gets in the lab, a pair of needle-nose pliers clenched in his teeth.

Steve in particular notices the way Tony looks, because he’s developed a bad habit of doing that over the past year and change, and he’s kind of helpless at this point. Tony’s backlit by the afternoon sun, preoccupied with whatever he’s doing with the strange woman’s arm to distraction, and Steve can’t be judged too harshly—anyone with eyes would drag theirs over the exposed muscles of Tony’s arms, the shift and flex of his shoulders, the firm taper of his waist, the pronounced curve of his a—

“Are we, uh, interrupting something?” Clint has to shout to be heard above the music blasting from all corners of the room.

Tony looks up from his work and waves his free hand, the one that isn’t wrist-deep in what looks remarkably like a prosthetic arm. He makes a ‘cut it off’ motion to his neck before taking the pliers out of his mouth while FRIDAY lowers the rock music to a dull background hum.

“Hey! Sorry, I tried to keep it to the lab, but these guys wanted to see where the Avengers hang out, and I couldn’t say no.”

Steve tears his eyes away from Tony (who should really work the sweaty-and-disheveled-mechanic look more often) to take in the others in the room with him. It’s a panorama of people, and the first thing Steve notices, besides their more obvious differences, is how comfortable they all are with each other, to the point that walking in on this moment feels invasive, almost rude.

The four are all of remarkably different builds and backgrounds, not a similarity between them: an African American man, no taller than Steve was before the serum, sits on the couch; a white man, thin as a rake and twice as tall, is reaching for a glass of water on the coffee table; an Asian American man, whose shoulders are somehow even broader than Steve’s, stands rigidly next to Tony, arms folded across his chest; and the lone woman, whose glossy black hair is wound tightly in a bun at the back of her head. Steve notes the beautifully elaborate Native American tattoo covering the expanse of her shoulders and upper back.

Then Steve notices the high-and-tights, the form-fitting, drab beige shirts they’re all wearing, the combat boots lined up behind the loveseat, and he realizes, much like he did with Sam that morning in DC, oh—these are my people.

“Ah, well, welcome to the octagon!” Clint says with an easy smile, stepping forward to shake hands and say hello like a normal human being. Natasha gives Steve one of her looks before she and Sam follow him into the living room—I don’t know any more than you do.

Bruce, Wanda, and Vision stay behind with Steve to let the first wave through. Steve watches his teammates greet the airmen without fanfare, welcoming strangers into their private midst like it’s routine.

“Didn’t know y’all would be around, else we would’ve stayed outta sight.”

Sam laughs, clapping the sitting man on the shoulder. “Dude, if Tony told us you were here, I would have come downstairs and bugged you, myself.”

“Sure, PJ—you just wanted to see what real Air Force muscle looks like,” the man grins, flexing his barrel chest hard enough to strain his shirt. Sam guffaws and gives him a friendly punch to the shoulder, which the man returns in kind with a fist to the kidney.

Clint is already deep in conversation with the redheaded beanpole, who talks so fast it’s dizzying; Natasha is standing next to the third man, keeping her eyes forward, and together they watch Tony disappear back into his work, muttering things back and forth to each other, so quiet even Steve can’t hear.

“I think all is clear,” Vision says smoothly, drifting forward with Wanda, who is visibly fascinated by the woman’s tattoo until she steps into the throng and sees something that makes her face fall.

Steve moves forward, curious and worried in equal measure. Bruce is hot on his heels.

“—I mean it’s crazy right? It’s crazy, Tony Stark, Tony Stark calls us up out of the blue one day and says ‘You’ll be waiting six months to a year for a decent repair job, let alone a complete replacement, and I owe you guys, come on by Avengers Tower—”

Redhead is gabbing excitedly, gesticulating like Tony does when he’s in the mad depths of an invention binge. Steve sees the glint of metal and hears the whir of mechanisms working smoothly together in tandem and realizes both of the man’s hands are prosthetic.

“Oh man! Oh, man! Captain, sir, wow, it’s—fuck, shit, my mama would kill me for swearing in front of you, fucking—shit, sorry, fuck—ah, damn it!”

Steve smiles and introduces himself—Corporal Bill Levee, apparently, is just as talkative up close. For all that his hand is made of metal, his grip feels remarkably, tangibly real.

While Bill goes back to talking compound bows with Hawkeye, Steve looks at the man on the couch. Sam and Vision are now sitting on either side of him: both of his legs end at mid-thigh, and in their place are what look like brand-new metal limbs, designed to match his proportions exactly. The metal is dark, shiny, beautiful. He looks thrilled. He looks even more excited when Steve approaches, leaps to his feet and doesn’t even balk at the fact that Steve is a head and change taller than him and a superhero—he just steps right up to Steve and jabs him once in the shoulder with a grin.

“Captain Rogers,” he says, and sticks out his hand. Steve shakes it. The man points a thumb at himself: “Captain Freddy Harrison. A little after your time, sir, but an honor to meet you regardless.”

Bill is still talking a mile a minute behind him; Freddy sits back down on the couch and lets Steve continue his “Captain America Meet-and-Greet” but makes him promise to come back and swap stories, which Steve does, happily, even as his mind whirls. How does Tony know these people? Why are they here? Where did these prosthetics come from?

Bruce has joined Natasha, standing apart from the rest to talk to her and her new friend. Steve stops to say hello, as is only right, waiting until he’s entered the man’s line of sight to do so. Only then does he realize that the man has no line of sight, because both of his eyes are prosthetic.

“I’m not completely blind, Captain,” he says, voice low but good-humored. Next to him, Natasha smothers a smile behind her hand.

“Steve, this is Sergeant Daniel Kwon,” Bruce offers. The sergeant smirks and extends a hand—the eyes in his sockets look incredibly lifelike, but don’t move even a fraction of a millimeter. They gleam, still, with an uncanny sense of knowing. Steve has a sneaking suspicion they see more than enough and match his original eyes perfectly.

“I’ll still make an exception in your case, Sergeant Kwon,” Steve replies, shaking his hand, “for not saluting a ranking officer.”

Dan chuckles under his breath.

“Let’s see your battlefield commission and then we’ll talk rank, sir,” he says.

“Ugh, men.”

Steve turns around, and there’s Tony, flipping shut a panel high on the woman’s left arm with a smile. He pockets the pliers and drags the back of his forearm across his glistening forehead. Somewhere in the back of Steve’s mind, a saxophone is blaring.

Honestly, the intrusive thoughts he could deal with, but the fact that Tony looks this good after hours of hard labor really isn’t fair.

“Seriously, barely two minutes in and you military guys are at it like frat bros at a kegger.” Tony looks sidelong at the woman, who rolls her shoulders with a pop and a groan. “How do you manage?”

“Easy,” she says, “I let them drink until they pass out and then I run back to the women’s barracks with all their clothes so they have to walk across the TOC butt-naked.”

“I think we need to compare our respective strategies,” Natasha says, taking Wanda’s arm on her way to greet the other woman. “This is Wanda; I’m Natasha.”

The woman turns to face them. Her features are striking in a way that makes Steve think of old friends from the war, men he met on those rare occasions he had leave. He’d listen to Native American Code Talkers tell stories of land and legacy and home, stories older than anything Steve had ever known. He’d never been so humbled.

“Delores,” she replies, shaking their hands. “But please, call me Del, or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Steve looks at Tony, who giggles—giggles—and mouths ‘Umbridge.’ Del must have ears like a bat, because she smacks him smartly with her prosthetic arm and Tony yelps before devolving into outright laughter. Steve could watch and listen to Tony laugh—that big, gut-wrenching cackle Tony thinks is unattractive but Steve thinks makes Tony look like happiness personified—all day.

The conversation devolves quickly from there, and within a couple of excitable minutes, the airmen are eager to get a look at the Avengers’ game room. They pile into the elevator, talking animatedly over each others’ heads, placing bets and picking teams as the doors close.

In their wake, Steve’s ears are buzzing, and he realizes with a jolt that he’s now alone. With Tony.

It happens often enough that the fact itself isn’t jarring, but something about being alone with disheveled-frazzled-happy-sweaty Tony sets Steve’s nerves on high alert. Tony is loose-limbed and relaxed, moving in and out of Steve’s space as he picks his way around the living room barefoot, looking for discarded tools.

“There you are,” he coos at a tiny device that looks remarkably like a laser pointer. Knowing Tony, it’s probably a real laser. He pockets it, assumably to put away later (or fish out of the laundry at the last minute).

“Who are those people, Tony?”

“Friends of friends,” Tony replies. Steve also knows Tony well enough to recognize his I am being deliberately vague voice when he hears it.

“Uh-huh.” Steve sits on the arm of the sofa, legs stretched out in front of him. “And who are they really?”

“Who wants to know?”

“Me,” Steve says gently, scratching his palms with dulled fingernails. “They’re strangers, and they’re in our home. I think if you were in my shoes you’d want to know.”

Tony stoops to pick up and pocket what looks like a dissected nine-volt battery. Steve kind of wants to ask, but he’s too distracted by Tony’s ass in those black Levis to ask any cogent questions. Seriously, he wonders, are those painted on?

Only when Tony sighs, and quite heavily, that Steve realizes this was more than just a friendly house call (of sorts) on Tony’s part. He watches Tony stand up, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows bright with the glow of sunset, and admires the way Tony suits the view so perfectly. He looks good all the time, but like this—skin burnished gold, brown eyes honeyed by the light—he’s something else. Someone Steve wants, desperately, but like most things in his life, knows he’s not allowed to have. Tony Stark is beyond him in so many ways. Reaching for him seems futile, so Steve stays on the ground, and looks.

Tony fidgets nervously with a mini Phillips Head screwdriver, twiddling it in his long, clever fingers as he stares out the windows at the city sprawled out beneath them.

“They’re from the same company as the guys in the convoy I was with when I—when they—” his voice sputters out before he can say the words. Steve doesn’t push. He doesn’t say anything. He just waits for Tony to gather himself. It’s one of the hardest lessons he’s had to learn about Tony Stark—sometimes it’s better to let him get a handle on himself, rather than jump in and try to handle Tony for him. It doesn’t change the fact that Steve wants nothing more than to hold his hand, now that it’s hanging at his side like its string was just cut. “A while back I dug into Air Force records, talked to Rhodey, got some names. Five people died in the hit that was meant for me. I figured, the least I could do was find five of their closest buddies who needed help.”

Tony glances back at Steve—the little smile on his lips could break Steve’s heart if he let it.

“And I’ve heard you talk about how convoluted the VA is when it comes to services and benefits and whatnot. I figured, my tech probably took their limbs, I should cut out the middle man and give them new ones, myself.”

Something in Steve’s heart shifts irrevocably before kicking into a whole new gear. By the end of the sentence, Steve knows he’s going to do something incredibly rash, the only question is when.

Funny—ten minutes ago he was coming back from a team exercise, prepared to give Tony a friendly but firm talking-to about missing it, and instead here he is, breathless, heart racing, sitting and listening to Tony talk humbly about fixing people because he knows it’s the right thing to do. Because it’s the least he can do. And isn’t that the wildest understatement Steve’s ever heard?

As if anything about Tony Stark could ever possibly be least.

“You built them all those prosthetics?”

“Top of the line!” Tony smirks, saluting Steve with his Phillips Head. “Nothing more high tech in any of them than a heart rate monitor and some other odds and ends—no rocket launcher eyes, don’t worry. I kept my baser urges in check with these.”

“It’s good,” Steve blurts out, too loud and too fast. Tony inhales sharply, fingers clenching around the screwdriver hard enough his knuckles go white. Steve feels his face go hot and groans. “I mean, what you did—what you’re doing—is good, Tony. It’s really generous of you to do that for those guys.”

Steve crosses his arms across his chest to make himself feel safer, more contained. If he doesn’t, who knows where these ridiculous feelings might go. He feels silly enough as it is, blushing and stammering while dressed in his uniform, sans helmet. Even Tony’s probably wondering why he’s wasting his time talking to a red-white-and-blue fossil when he could be downstairs destroying Clint and the others at pool or showing the airmen around the tower, giving them the bells-and-whistles tour.

Tony looks at the floor, away from Steve. Steve feels it like a physical thing, Tony pulling away, retreating, wanting to hide. Amazing, how a man who almost literally wears his heart on his sleeve still thinks he doesn’t have one.

“Yeah, well,” Tony mutters, “it’s good practice, anyways.”

Steve’s thoughts grind to a halt.

“Practice for what?”

Tony starts moving around, shuffling back and forth across the living room floor, looking for something that probably isn’t there. Steve knows when Tony is avoiding eye contact with him—it happens often enough.

“Just a pet project, nothing major. Hey, have you seen my cable knife anywhere?”

“Did you leave it on the floor? Tony…”

“I know, I know, the only thing worse is Legos, but I was busy! You can’t blame me for—OW FUCK!”

Like a shot, Steve is up and holding on to Tony so he doesn’t hop backwards into the glass coffee table. One arm wrapped around his back and the other hand on his bicep, Steve steadies Tony as Tony searches underfoot for whatever hurt him.

He comes up with a magnet the size of a dime.

“Ha,” Tony wheezes. “Speaking of Legos.” He drops it into his pocket along with the laser pointer and whatever else is in there and hangs his head. Rubbing his brow, Tony says: “God. I could sleep for a week after today.”

Steve keeps holding Tony. He should let go, but opportunities like this so rarely present themselves. Plus, Tony feels so good under his hands, strong and warm and just small enough to envelope in a hug if Steve let himself, if Tony wanted him to, and Tony does look dead on his (adorable, bare) feet…

“What else have you been working on today? This pet project?”

“Hah?” Tony breathes, still wincing slightly from stepping on the magnet. “Oh yeah. For Bucky, when you find him. Ow, motherfucker, that hurt…”

The thing about being in Tony Stark’s presence is, it’s so easy to lose the plot. Tony’s mind moves faster than Steve could ever hope to match, mentally or physically; he’s always one pace behind, catching up. It’s fine, though; he actually kind of likes it, being challenged the way Tony challenges him, delighting in the push-pull of their banter and debates, the way Tony teaches him about science and tech and the 21st century without being condescending. Steve gets to a point where he thinks he knows Tony, how he operates, how his brain works—then moments like this happen, and it’s like he’s sprinted smack into a brick wall.

“What?”

“Bucky, you said—are you designing a new arm? For Bucky?”

Tony seems to notice their position at that exact moment. Steve feels him blaze with heat where his hands are touching Tony’s bare skin.

“Uh. Maybe?” At Steve’s look, Tony bites his lip and sighs. “Fine. Yeah, I am. Can you blame me? The thought of Sputnik wandering around the tower with that Cold War-era paperweight hanging off him when I’ve got brand-spanking-new, finely-tuned StarkTech all but ready to go? Perish, Steve, perish the thought.”

Tony is smiling up at him from his place in Steve’s arms, relaxed now, almost leaning into him, and all Steve can think is, he belongs here.

“What’s that face?” Tony asks, curious but still smiling. He pokes Steve in the middle of the forehead with a cheeky grin. “Keep frowning like that, your face’ll stick.”

When, apparently, is right now.

When Steve reaches up and takes Tony’s hand, he gets to watch Tony’s thoughts run into the wall, for once.

When he weaves their fingers together, he gets to watch Tony’s mouth click shut and his eyes go wide. Super-hearing means he can count the beats of Tony’s racing heart without having to feel them. Steve’s telegraphing every movement, every feeling, as much as he possibly can now that words seem to have escaped him.

He must manage okay, because the look that passes over Tony’s face is the same one Steve’s seen in the mirror a thousand times since the day he realized he was halfway in love with Tony Stark: wonder, one part lost, one part found.

When he leans down, slowly, Steve gets to watch Tony’s beautiful eyes flicker and shut. He counts the dark lashes where they rest on Tony’s high cheekbones, breathes in his smell and listens to the shudder in his exhale before drawing him in for a kiss that draws everything else to a quiet, blissful blank.

When Tony pushes his fingers up into Steve’s hair, scratching lightly at the nape of his neck, Steve drops his arms around Tony’s waist and pulls him in close with a soft groan. He’s warm and messy and still holding that damn screwdriver, but he kisses Steve soft and eager like it’s the only thing he wants to do for the rest of his life, folds himself into Steve’s embrace like he wants to build a home right there in his arms.

One day Steve will tell him he already did, a long time ago, and it wasn’t the least of anything.

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#rachel writes fic #I really should slow it down but this one would NOT leave me alone!#tony stark #steve rogers #stevetony #superhusbands #stony #stony fic #stovetuna #prompt fill #this is EXTREMELY SOFT #hopefully it makes up for the angst of the last one ;____;#also lol @ myself thinking ‘this one will be shorter’!!#UGH I FORGOT AIR FORCE RANKS ARE DIFFERENT DAMN IT!#blame my late night brain

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Manda’s Quick & Dirty Birthday Challenge

Hey y’all! I turn 35 at the end of this month and I decided literally last night that I wanted to run a little challenge. I’ve been feeling super down lately and thought this might help. Also I’m a giant slut for attention. I’m calling it quick and dirty because I’m not giving you much time to complete it, not necessarily because it’s a smut challenge. But if you want to smut (and you’re over 18) - go for it. I’ve listed a handful of songs below the Rules. If you want to join, just shoot me an ask with which song you want to use and I’ll add you to the list. There is no limit on the number of people per song. Signal Boost is greatly appreciated!! Interested? Check out dem rules below the cut and the songs under that! Love y’all! Stay Weird!

RULES:

18+ only

No limit on sign-ups per song. You can use the song for inspiration, lyrics (please bold if used), or in the background of the fic.

You don’t have to be following me, but if you want to, that’s cool too.

Fandoms I read are SPN and MCU. No RPFs this time

Reader insert or OC. I will also read Stucky and Destiel.

BONUS POINTS if you write me (Manda) into it for the pairing. :)

This is a drabble challenge simply because there’s not much time before the due date, but if you want to write more, I’m cool with that. Just use the “Keep Reading” feature for anything over 500 words please

Any genre, just tag appropriately. No smut for any characters under 18 and no non-con or incest please.

Tag me (@pinknerdpanda) and use the tag #MandaBirthdayChallenge please

DUE DATE: July 31 (no worries if you need more time...I get it. Just let me know.)

SONGS / PROMPTS:

“Everlong” by Foo Fighters

“Beyond” by Leon Bridges

“Yellow” by Coldplay

“The Luckiest” by Ben Folds

“Where Are You Now?” by Mumford and Sons

“Sign of the Times” by Harry Styles

“Somebody to Love” by Queen

“Vienna” by Billy Joel

“Fake Happy” by Paramore

(Just a fun fact...i picked these songs because they illicit an instant visceral emotion in my chest when I hear them.)

TAGGING:

Weirdos:

@hannahindie @amanda-teaches @ellen-reincarnated1967 @feelmyroarrrr @masksandtruths @princessmisery666 @jamielea81 @foxyjwls007 @becs-bunker @super100012 @shy-violet-soul @emoryhemsworth @impandagrl

Hunters:

@deanwanddamons @iwantthedean @pretty-fortune @sgarrett49 @defenderrosetyler @sandlee44 @deanwanddamons @lyarr24

Heroes:

@arrowsandmixtapes @bethbabybaby

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hockeyblogg · 4 years

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Crying Blood: ‘Mistakes Were Made.’ (MCU)

Authors Notes: Hey y’all, this is the first part to a fic I have. I’m still debating on if it’s either a BuckyxReader fic or StevexReader fic, but for now, this is what I got. A couple things to clarify, reader is enhanced. I will explain more of what her powers are in the next chapter, and the way I have this set, Infinity War and Endgame haven't happened (yet?) and Tony and Steve have made up already. I do not know how many chapters this story will bring nor will I have a schedule of when I post. Requests are OPEN (for now)

Summary: After being enhanced at a young age, your parents abandon you and S.H.I.E.L.D takes you in as their own. After failing a mission, Fury decides it’s time you join the Avengers, and hopefully make a new family.

Warnings in this Chapter: A little angst.

Sniffling, you wiped at the tears falling down from your eyes. Stupid S.H.I.E.L.D. Stupid superhero shit. Stupid Test. You bring your knees up and rest your head on them, taking in the surroundings around you. After running from Nick, you came to the back of the compound, sitting on the dock by the lake, thinking.

You have known S.H.I.E.L.D since you were nine years old, your dad worked with S.H.I.E.L.D, he was an ex agent. After he met your mother, he decided it was best to stay home, to help your mom when they had you, then two years later they had your brother, then a year later, your sister. He didn’t necessarily retire, he still kept up with them, still helped them navigate people and files, he just never went on the missions himself.

You loved your younger siblings, always showing them new stuff, teaching them things, playing with them and taking them to the park behind your house. Your parent loved how close you were with them.

You often heard your parents fighting when you three were sleeping, always curious as to why. When you finally had the courage to listen, you tiptoed to their bedroom door, and put your ear against it.

“She’s only nine years old, she’s just a kid!” You heard your mom say, and you heard a sigh coming from your dad, “You tell S.H.I.E.L.D that! We don’t have much time; we need someone now and what better person than their ex best agent’s daughter?! They will train her; she will grow stronger and stronger!” Your dad yelled, “She’s the only choice we have, child or not. I’m sorry my dear, but we have no choice.”

You heard your mom crying, and you wanted to walk in to tell her to stop, that everything was okay, but you knew you couldn’t without them getting upset with you for listening in on a conversation not meant for you.

The next morning, your dad woke you up and told you to come with him. On the car ride to the S.H.I.E.L.D compound your dad told you that he was sorry, that you had to do this. You didn’t know what he meant or what he was talking about, but as you arrived at a tall building, you knew it wasn’t exactly good.

All you remember after arriving was someone was taking your dad and they took you to a room with a big chair and light, you sat on it and looked, seeing your dad on the other side and a man with an eye patch on his left eye. You heard the door open and two nurses walked in, one holding a big needle. Your face drained and you tried to get out of the chair, but the other nurse came and shushed you, telling you it was going to be okay.

You expected them to be mean, but they were really calm and nice with you. They ended up having to put you sleep because of how terrified you were, and when you woke up, you were in another room, your parents beside you. When you lifted your hand, a purple source came out of it and out of fear you shook your wrist, only for the purple flare to zoom cross the room, blowing a few other beds toward the wall.

You yelped and tried to climb out of bed, your parents waking up beside you. Your father tried to calm you down, but you couldn’t, absolutely terrified of what was coming out of you. Eventually, your father had to call a nurse in and they stuck a needle in your arm, and the last image you had was of your mother crying, and your dad hugging her telling her it was going to be okay.

The day you got your powers was when everything changed; you were brought home for a few days before you would start training, but you had to wear gloves to conceal your powers, and you didn’t have enough energy to play with your siblings. It was only after the second day home that your father was informed that HYDRA was sent to find you, they wanted to capture you and try and make you into another winter soldier, they thought you could be of more use to them than the others ever were. Your parents tried everything they could to hide you, you all moved to a remote location and you didn’t leave the house. Your father made sure that no one but S.H.I.E.L.D knew where you were, and your training was put off until HYDRA was taken care of.

What you failed to notice was that your parents were growing more and more afraid of your lack of control, pretty soon the gloves did nothing to conceal your powers, and when you got angry or sad, your body would have a purple glow around it and everything around you would start floating. They couldn’t handle the risk of your siblings’ lives, or their own and one morning you woke up to find them all gone, leaving you by yourself.

When Nick came to the house and found you he took you in and moved you to the S.H.I.E.L.D compound, but it took time for you to open up, as it always does when someone has been abandoned before, you were also only a kid, but after he trained you, made you stronger not only physically but mentally as well, you accepted the fact that he wouldn’t just leave you in the dust. You were useful to him, to the organization, and you grew accustomed to being everything they wanted and needed. They let you onto the field when you were only fourteen, but you took the guys down like a champ, you became their best agent just like your father once was. That is until, the last mission you were sent on went awry, with Loki escaping with the scepter, exactly what S.H.I.E.L.D didn’t want.

“Loki, put it down.” You warned, curling your fingers and bringing your powers out, silently telling him you’d use them if necessary.

Loki smirked and chuckled, “Or what? Do you even know what your powers are capable of, dear?” He gestures around him, at all the chaos he’s caused, “You can do all this with just the flick of your wrist, and you know what, it would be nice to have a sidekick for once.”

You shook your head, “I’m not like you, I’m no villain.”

Loki tilts his head back as he laughs, holding his stomach, “Oh darling, you’re much more of a villain than I am. After all,” he looks at you with venom in his eyes, “your own family left you because they were scared.”

Freezing, you clenched your jaw, “No, that’s not true.” But he kept going, “Your family was scared of you, they knew you would hurt them.”

Shaking your head, you tried to drown out his voice, “I would never hurt them, they knew that.”

Loki came closer toward you circling around, “They were afraid of you, they hated you, they didn’t want you anymore, you were useless to them.”

Flicking your wrist, he flies to the wall, “NO, That’s not true! They loved me; we were happy!” Walking toward him, you move your hands and he flies into the other wall, “You’re the one everyone is afraid of Loki, not me.”

He tries to stand but you flick your wrist again, and a purple glow is cast around his neck, “I’m the reason everyone is living in peace, and I’m not about to let you ruin that.” You move your fingers and tighten your muscle, choking him. But this is Loki we’re taking about, he’s full of surprises, or tricks rather.

He closes his eyes and goes limp, and you let your hand relax, seeing him drop to the ground. You go to grab the scepter and as you turn to walk away, he’s right in front of you, “Boo.” You gasp and step back but then you feel arms around your stomach and neck, he tightens his hold and you drop the scepter, putting your arms around his arm, gasping for air, “You know darling, you’re quite easy to trick.” He sees your hand lighting up with your powers but before you get the chance to use them, he uses his own to knock you unconscious, and this time it’s your body hitting the floor.

Chuckling, he picks up the scepter, and just as Nick and some other S.H.I.E.L.D agents come running into the room, he’s opening the portal and disappearing.

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You had him; you really did. The jerk brings up your past and suddenly you’re just a scared little kid again, waking up to find your parents left you. Tears spring to your eyes when you consider Loki’s words, were they really that scared? To just leave their child like that, all alone. You think back to your talk with Nick, and wonder why he thought it was good for you to leave him and go to another team.

“Agent 14, Fury would like to see you in his office.” You hear a voice call out, interrupting your work out and you look to see an agent awaiting your response, “Tell him I’ll be right there, I just have to quickly shower.” With a nod, the agent left you to your own and you picked up your water, taking a few sips while heading to the showers.

After washing up you were heading up to Nick’s office, already knowing what was about to ensue as soon as you walked in.

“Ah Agent, take a seat.” Fury spoke, looking out of his big office window.

You puffed your cheeks and let out a breath, planting yourself on the chair in front of his desk, leaning back and folding your arms, “What’s up?”

Fury glanced over his shoulder to look at you, “What’s up? What’s up is you let Loki get away with the scepter, which means you failed the mission!” He speaks loudly and you huff, sitting upright, ready to take the lecture, “You could have been killed Y/N, and it’s just your luck that Loki let you off easy.”

You roll your eyes, pfft easy, “I had it under control, if I had just-” Nick cut you off, “Yeah, but you didn’t.” Avoiding his gaze, you’re about to tell him what happened but he didn’t let you, “We decided that it’s about time you joined the rest.” You stood up, “The rest, what you mean those wannabe superheroes in stupid suits who I always have to clean up after?” Nick sighed, “We sent you on this mission to see if you can do it alone, these guys already experienced him and took him down as one, we wanted to test you on your abilities to fight someone who isn’t your usual bad guy.” You scoffed, “A test? So, what then, you hired Loki to trick me?” Nick rolls his eyes, “No, we got him to fight you, to give you all he had so that we could find out if you can handle your own out there.” “I had him, I just got distracted-” “No, you got tricked Agent, which is something that we can’t have happen with this type of fight we’re going up against.”

“It was one time Fury, I don’t need any sort of backup, especially from them.” You narrowed your eyes toward your boss, who was looking at you with his signature glare, “I’m aware of how strong you are, but the way that things turned out, you’re not ready for this higher form of war we’re talking about. These new villains are from space, somewhere unknown to us.” You cut him off, “Where do you think I got my powers? These villains have the same amount of power I do, if not, are weaker than I am.” Nick slammed his hands down on the desk, standing up, “We don’t know that! A higher form of war is unknown to us, and that makes it dangerous, you can’t argue with that.” You crossed your arms and looked away, arguing again, “It was one time.” Nick sighed, “I’m only making you apart of this team so that you have help on missions that require it, you’re only seventeen kid, I’ll be damned if anything happened to you.” What he was saying made sense, but your anger wouldn’t let you see past it, “I was your best agent for the last three years, hell I was only fourteen too when I started! One slip-up and now I need a whole team? It’s not fair, all my hard work going to waste.”

“You will still have separate missions, but when we need to fight something unknown to us, you will have the Avengers for backup.” Nick knew he wasn’t going anywhere with this, so he stood up and walked to the door, “I understand how sudden this is, but I’ve made my decision, take it or leave it.”

Hearing the door slam shut, you were left in your thoughts. It was all a test, a stupid test to see if you were strong enough and you failed. Was Nick right? Did you need backup?

Sighing, you walk out the door and head down on the elevator.

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That’s how you ended up here, thinking about what life would be like if your dad was normal. You sniffle once more, wiping away the remaining tear streaks and stand up, are you really agreeing to this? I mean, Nick said you would still get separate missions, but will you have to stay at the Avengers compound? You have to admit the avengers are pretty good, and they are pretty nice. They are nice, right? Even so, you don’t need another family, if anything these guys will abandon you just as your real family did. Still, it would be pretty nice to have people to talk to, or just be around. Being alone at this compound can be pretty sad, and the other agents are always too busy, never around.

Sighing, you look at the lake once more before turning and walking toward the compound again. Fine, they win.

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fyrapartnersearch · 4 years

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Crime & MCU Fandom Interest Check (9/9/20)

Hey y’all! I’m an advanced literate roleplayer in my twenties, and I’m seeking a few fandoms today. The pairings will be M/M, and I write multipara to novella length for my starters, and para to multipara length for regular replies. I am frequently available through Discord, and my reply times range from multiple times a day to once a week, depending on the length of the replies, my real-life activity levels, and my muse. When you contact me, I ask that you write a brief paragraph of yourself as a roleplayer and what fandoms/characters in this list interests you! Without further ado, here they are:

Knives Out:

I’m looking for someone to portray Hugh Ransom Drysdale - my character’s still in flux, but if you prefer canon/canon pairings, I could competently write as Benoit Blanc - Or I can construct an all-new character for your liking! I am more looking for plots where Ransom faces the consequences of his actions, either through his time in court or in prison, but I am not opposed if he was to be dramatically liberated from the setting at any point during our plot! I am a sucker for prison break, after all. My one requirement when it comes to the portrayal of this character is to not declaw him; he is a terrible person and I’m terribly fascinated with the murder brat as he is.

La Casa De Papel:

I have less of a request for whom you’ll play than an expression of whom I’ll play - in this case, the lovable Serbian bear Mirko “Helsinki” Dragic! I am open to interacting with Palermo, Nairobi (purely platonic), or your own original character.

Marvel Cinematic Universe:

T’Challa has been on my list of “not yet written but intrigued” characters for a while now, and with the passing of Chadwick Boseman (RIP), I figured it’s time to bring him into the fold. I am looking to interact romantically with Steve Rogers and familially with Shuri, but I am open to any suggestions that you could bring to the table.

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Hold On Loosely - Biker!Steve x Reader(f) Chapter 15

Authors Notes: If you’d like to be tagged please send me an ask. I keep better track of tags that way.

Word Count: 1k

Special Thanks: Here’s to @itsanerdlife for fueling my Biker obsession and being my Beta for this whole thing. To my girl over at @girl-next-door-writes who also beta’ed for me. And an extra shout out to @bettercallsabs for this beautiful graphic. She is amazing and y’all need to check her out!!

Notes/Warnings: (My notes and warnings are for the story as a whole. Some notes and Warnings will not apply to every chapter.) smoking (I do not support smoking. keep your lungs clean y’all.) drinking, (be of age, don’t be stupid) minor violence, backstabbing, attempted murder, anxiety, stress, mentions of death, car accident, trauma, …I think that’s it. let me know if I’ve missed something.

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The bar hadn’t been this busy in a while. Almost the entire club was here tonight, not to mention guys bringing girls and old timers who’d become bar flies. Prospects were stationed outside and at all the doors, which wasn’t out of the ordinary but there was a tension that had them all on guard.

Bucky sat in the back in his booth with Nat tucked under his arm. Scott, Rhodey and Bruce sat around them.

Hope, Scott’s girl, brought over the next round.

Across the room Steve leaned against a wall with his foot tucked beneath him. He was scanning the bar left and right. Waiting.

Y/N sat uncomfortably at the table next to him. "I don't know about this, Steve." She shook her head.

"You don't have to do much." He said shortly.

She scrunched her nose. "What’s with the attitude?”

“I don’t have an attitude.” He grumbled and pushed off the wall, leaving her sitting alone.

Just then, Mandie sauntered into the bar like a model on a runway. Practically begging for attention. Peter Quill walked in behind her with an air of annoyance. If he and Mandie were together, he wasn’t thrilled about it.

He followed her to the bar and eyed anyone who dared look at her in a way that was anything more than passing.

Mandie leaned on the bar and batted her eyelashes at Clint, asking for a light beer. He nodded and handed it to her without another glance, which she didn’t like. She turned around and saw Y/N across the room. Mandie put a hand on Peter’s chest and said something to him before heading over to Y/N’s table.

“This seat taken?” She asked carefully.

“I don’t know, are you going to yell at me?” Y/N watched Mandie cautiously.

Mandie bit her lip. “No.” She sat across from Y/N. “I’m really sorry about that. I was having a bad day and I took it out on you. That was wrong.”

Y/N nodded. “Thanks.”

“How have things been with you and, uh, Steve?” Mandie looked like she was uncomfortable asking.

Y/N looked Steve’s way. Standing across the room, he was staring her down like he wanted to kill someone. Maybe he was staring at Mandie. “A little tense lately, actually.”

“Really?” Mandie’s voice seemed to perk up. “What’s wrong?”

“Well, with the break in and then the other night…”

“What happened the other night?”

Y/N shook her head. How dare she play stupid. She looked up at Steve again who was seething and having to be talked down by Sam. But Y/N kept on, “Some guy came by the house after you left. I think he was after me. Steve is pissed and keeps snapping at me. I think he thinks it’s my fault somehow.”

Mandie rubbed her neck and winced a little. “Well, that’s ridiculous. If he’s treating you bad, you should leave him.”

Y/N could have laughed. Mandie was doing a terrible job of acting innocent. She was way too eager to suggest a break up. “But I love him, Mandie.” When her friend’s jaw clenched, Y/N looked up at Steve and nodded ever so slightly.

Mandie shook her head. “Look dating a biker can be fun, I’m keeping Peter around for the same reasons but, Love? I went about it the wrong way but I stand by what I said. He’s just going to get what he wants and bail.”

“Maybe but…” Y/N paused. “The night we came, you seemed interested in him. Why are you against him now?”

Mandie inhaled to speak but didn’t get the chance.

Steve stormed over to the table. “We need to talk.” He demanded.

“I’m with my friend, right now, Steve. Can it wait?” Y/N sighed as she looked up at him. This wasn’t going to be fun.

“No. Get up.”

“Steve,” Y/N argued back. “What has gotten into yo-”

Steve grabbed Y/N’s arm and jerked her up from her seat. “You better learn quick, when I say get up, I mean it.” The look in his eyes left no room for question.

Y/N’s first reaction was fear, never had she been treated like that but then, anger took over and she wasn’t having it. She jerked her arm away and tried to shove him by slamming her hands into his chest. “How dare you! I’m not a part of this club, I don’t have to follow your orders.

Steve shoved a finger in her face. “You’re with me so you do what you’re told, got that?”

Y/N folded her arms tight. “Oh, I got it. I got that you’re exactly what Mandie warned me about. Nothing but a jerk and a-”

Bucky cut in. “You better watch your mouth, Y/N. You’re a guest here. Don’t go disrespecting my boy or any member of my club.”

Y/N scoffed. “Well, I think I’m done being your ’guest’.” She focused back on Steve. “I’m done!” She pushed past Steve and he reached for her arm but she pulled away. “Don’t you dare touch me again, Steve Rogers!”

The bar had gone quiet long ago but it wasn’t until now that Y/N noticed. She also hadn’t noticed that she was crying. Y/N straightened her spine and wiped her face. She turned to Mandie, “You coming?”

Mandie stood Next to Steve like a Bass; mouth open and confused. “I- I don’t think-”

Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes. “You know what? You can have him.”

As Y/N walked out several of the club members, and others too, started calling her names and telling her off for messing with Steve and the club, things Y/N never thought would be aimed at her. Still, she kept a brave face and walked out.

It wasn’t until she was backing out of the parking lot and someone through a drink at the hood of her car, that she finally broke down.

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