#natasha is just annihilating everyone

[captainamericasmotercycle]

Hangman x female reader

Hangman falling in love with wolfmans daughter,she was so overly sweet and gentle,she couldn’t ever stay mad at someone and he didn’t understand why but she was the one girl who truly made him feel weak to his knees.They we’re best friends and she never once judged him for how he held himself around others,through the arogence and the cockyness somehow she saw straight through it all an when he was having a really hard night and nobody seemed to know because he was great at hiding that,she ended up just sitting in his lap after he finished playing pool and running her hand through the back of his hair not saying anything at all,it was her just trying to relax him though jake found himself making getting excited about something else.

southern belle

pairing: jake “hangman” seresin x fem!reader

warnings: none

wc: 1.5k

a/n: i hate to be THAT person but sorry this took so long, i had this uncompleted in my drafts and i scheduled to post it last week but a hurricane deadass annihilated my state but anyways i decided to make jake and the reader in an already established relationship i hope that’s okay!

“I’ve been hearing some talk about you around base, Bagman,” Natasha said while finishing her turn in pool.

“Well, what can I say? Pilots are big talkers,” he responded, bending over the table to take his shot.

“Saying you’ve got someone back home,”

Jake looked up at her, “Yeah, you didn’t know that?”

“So it’s true?”

“Yeah,”

“Are you fucking with me, because it’s not funny.”

Bob, Javy, Bradley, and Mav walk up to the area where they normally hang out in the back of the Hard Deck.

“What’s Jake doing this time,” Bradley asks, handing a beer to Natasha.

She takes a sip of her beer and looks around at everyone, “Is Jake actually married or is he fucking with me?”

“He’s married,” almost everyone says in unison.

“Bagman? Like Jake Seresin? Is married?”

Maverick laughs, “Yep, his high school sweetheart if I’m correct,”

“Yes sir,”

“How do you know that? How did everyone know he’s married?”

“He’s married to my Goddaughter,” Natasha’s mouth dropped open and it was like her jaw was going to hit the floor.

“And one of my childhood friends,” Bradley added.

“What?”

“Yeah. None of us have met her but Jake’s said things here and there about her,” Javy says, taking a seat and pointing in between himself and the rest of the squad, excluding Jake, Bradley, and Maverick.

“This is unbelievable. How is Jake Seresin married and I’m not?”

—

This weekend was one that wasn’t too busy for the aviators, so you decided to come up to go house hunting with Jake. You wanted to be with him, but you also wanted him to stay at his base in San Diego. So you compromised and decided to move out to California.

Of course you were going to miss your little place in Texas, but it was worth moving if it meant you would be with Jake again. You had been apart for almost 3 weeks while he worked and you got the moving details sorted out.

You flew in around 7 and texted Jake that you were there. He told you to come down to a little bar called the Hard Deck. You heard your stomach rumble, yeah, you could eat.

You managed to get a rental car and drive yourself out there. When you arrived, you couldn’t help but to feel nervous. You hadn’t met any of his fellow pilots or friends in California, well except for Maverick and Penny.

You grabbed your phone and hopped out of the car. Walking in, you spotted Jake across the bar, and you felt like you had butterflies in your stomach. Even after 6 years, he could still make you feel like a high school girl with a crush.

You divert your attention away to behind the bar where you spot Penny. You walk over to her and lean against the bar. She’s pouring a beer, “I’ll be right with you,” she slides the beer down the bar and turns to you.

She gasps and smiles widely, exclaiming your name. “What are you doing here?” She tells someone to cover for her and walks out from behind the bar. She engulfs you in a big hug.

“I’m up here for a while to look for houses with Jake. I mean he’s got a place but we just figured we would rather have a bigger place with a yard, you know, just in case,” you winked.

“I see,” Penny smiled back. She worked her way back behind the bar, “Well what can I get for you tonight?”

“Get me one of whatever Jake is having,”

“I’m on it,” she winked and smiled while going to pour your drink. You kept yourself leaning against the bar.

Jake spotted you from across the bar and got butterflies. Even after 6 years, you could still make him as flustered as the day you met. He set down his cue stick and walked over to Natasha, “Hey, Trace, how much do you bet that I can get that girl’s number,” he pointed over to you.

She looked at him confused, “I thought you were married?” I mean, he had to have a little fun tonight. Jake pretended to slick back his hair and made his way over to you. Natasha watched with a shocked face, but Maverick knew exactly what was happening, this wasn’t the first time he had pulled a stunt like this.

He finally got to where you were standing and leaned against the bar next to you, “Hey, Darlin’, what are you drinking tonight?”

You turned and smiled at him, “You know, I’m havin’ whatever my husband is havin’,”

“Shame you’re married, we could’ve made a good match,” he pretended to pout. You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck and he leant down and kissed you softly.

Across the bar, Natasha dropped her pool cue in disbelief. She watched Penny come back with a beer and talk to Jake and the mysterious woman. The woman grabbed her beer and Jake grabbed her hand, leading her back to the group. Natasha’s mouth was still wide open.

The pair came over, laughing. “This is my wife,” he introduced you to the Dagger Squad. Natasha shut her mouth, which was now dry and she watched your interactions with the rest of the team. You walked over to Maverick first and he engulfed you in a fatherly-like embrace. “It’s good to see you kid,”

“You too, Uncle Mav.” Okay so Maverick wasn’t lying about you being his Goddaughter. This was unbelievable for Natasha Trace. How in the world is Jake “Hangman” Seresin, married to a sweet thing like you?

You made your way around the area, introducing yourself to all of Jake’s friends.

“Bradshaw,” you smile.

“Wolfe,” you squint your eyes at him, “Not anymore, Bradshaw, I’m a Seresin now, I have been for a while too,”

“Really? You’d rather take on this dip’s name, rather than keep the cool one?”

“Alright, Bradshaw, that’s enough slander on my humble family name,” Jake cut in. Natasha watched the interaction between the three of you, well I guess Bradley wasn’t lying about you being childhood friends.

Maybe she’s in some sort of nightmare, this can’t be real. You walked over to Natasha last, “Hi,” you tried to introduce yourself to her, but Jake interrupted you, “This is the Mrs.,” he said proudly.

You rolled your eyes at him and introduced yourself to her in the way you wanted, “You must be Natasha, I’ve heard so much about you from Mav. He says you’re an amazing pilot,” you smiled at her and she smiled back, in a forced kind of way. She wanted to reach out and touch your face to make sure you were real.

“So you’re married to Jake?”

“Yes, ma’am,”

“Like, you?”

You giggled, “I am,”

“Natasha, seriously–”

“Jake, this is your wife? But she’s so sweet and you’re so… not,”

You gasped, “My Jake? He could never even hurt a fly, his momma raised him better than that. He’s the sweetest man I know!” You knew he wasn’t, but you had to have a little fun. You’ve been with Jake for 6 years, of course you knew he had a temper, teasing tendencies, and a bit of an attitude, but you’d never admit it out loud.

“See, thank you, sweetheart. At least someone has my side,”

“Of course, baby,”

—

You spent the rest of the night trading stories and sipping beer. The bar began to empty and soon enough it was only your group in there.

Jake was sitting across from you, watching you tell stories of when you two were in high school. He didn’t know how you did it, but just the looks you gave him made him weak in the knees. He began to get more tipsy and more emotionally overwhelmed.

He came over to you and sat down, he laid his head on your shoulder and you didn’t even think twice. You ran your hand through his hair as he lay down, you didn’t even blink when he came over, you just continued to tell your story.

When you were finished talking, he pulled himself up to your ear and whispered to you, asking to go home. You nodded and waited for Bob to finish his story.

When the end of the story came, you stood up and grabbed Jake’s hand, “I think it’s time for us to head out. It was wonderful to meet you all tonight, we should do this again soon.” You all said your goodbyes and you dragged Jake out to the rental car.

“Baby, my truck,” he pouted.

“We can come back for it tomorrow, honey, right now let’s get you home,”

He nodded and followed you to the car, you helped him in and you got into the driver’s seat, you having had much less to drink than Jake. You pulled out of the parking lot of the Hard Deck and began to make your way home to the apartment.

A perfect ending to a perfect night.

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I think what would each yandere Aeon's factions do as their main ideal and I will give an example/s of their path/faction who represents this ideal especially.

Follow up to this poat

Erudition-Genius Society and Intelligentsia guild- These yanderes notice tiniest about their darling. It could be the amount seconds it takes for their darling to open a book to how many time their darling turns in their sleep and etc. Ex. Ruan Mei, Dr. Ratio, Screwllum and Argenti

Hunt- Xianzhou Alliance- These yanderes would be the type to never relent until they have their darling in their arms. They will use anything to get their darling with them. The yanderes from this path or faction tend to be the best at tracking their darlings. Jing yuan, Blade?, Yukong and Tingyun

Nihility-Doctors of Chaos-These yanderes are the type of yanderes who would rather end the world rather than harm a single hair on your body. These yanderes tend to be possessive and desperate of their darling. Ex. Welt and Kafka

Abundance- Sanctus Medicus- Yanderes of this path or faction are smothering. They will give you anything just so you won't run away. Ex. Luocha and Natasha

Harmony-- The family-These yanderes tend to have the happiest darlings. They will manipulate them into loving only them. These yanderes tend to have the highest amount of married people. Harmony and Abundance tend to have the most amount of children. These yanderes would also have the highest chance of breaking their darling via brainwashing. The Family especially would link the yandere and their darlings mind together in a hivemind. Ex. Sunday, Sparkle, Tingyun and Ruan Mei.

Destruction - Annihilation Gang and Antimatter Legion - These yanderes would kill everyone else just so their darling has only one thing to love. Destruction and Hunt tend to have sadistic tendencies. Destruction would be the type to punish their darling by killing their loved ones right in front of them. Ex Ifrit, Blade and Jing Liu

Preservation-IPC and The architects - These yanderes tend to be protective. This group ar the least likely to hurt their darlings and the most likely to baby proof a house. They and the Harmony are the least likely to hurt their darling's family members. They have a high chance of isolation just to keep their darling ignorant to the worries of life.

If you want you can add more stuff to this idea.

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[tickle-beans]

UNDESIGNATED EARTH

Johanna looked into the sky and felt the tingle in her spidey sense. She swung from building to building using her webs and ran to her parents and brother.

There isn't much time I just want you all to know that I loved you." Johanna smiled and hugged her little brother Terrence and her father and mother Miles and Gwen Morales. The white light destroyed everything around them and they spent their last moments in each others arms.

Liam Barton gripped the edge of his bow and sat eating a sandwhich on a rooftop watching the skyline below.

The white light removed him from existence.

Cody Parker ran to his parents and hugged them both.

His fathers tight grip and his mothers red hair tickling his neck as he smiled feeling their embrace. As the white light removed them from existence.

———

UNDESIGNATED EARTH

Hannah Stark and her little sister Morgan sat around and laughed with their parents. Having no time at all to react once the white light destroyed their universe leaving nothing left.

———

UNDESIGNATED EARTH

Carol opened her eyes and took off into the air.

“Higher further faster baby!” She called as a white light exploded in the distance.

“What the hell?” She began to use all her power to try to outrun the blast but it was no use as the white light destroyed her removing her from this reality.

———

UNDESIGNATED EARTH

Loki held onto the hand of Mobius and put his head on the shoulder of his love as everything was engulfed in a bright white light around them.

———

UNDESIGNATED EARTH

Natasha Romanoff kissed Bucky and held him close. White light engulfed their earth out of existence.

———

UNDESIGNATED EARTH

Loki ran not waiting to look back holding the love of his life in his arms. White light also engulfed them and removed them from existence.

———

UNDESIGNATED EARTH

Sam, Steve and Bucky sat around and talked and laughed with each other as the light exploded and removed their universe from existence.

———

UNDESIGNATED EARTH

Kate, Wanda, Natasha and Yelena all laughed with each other about the outfit America had been wearing that day and spent their last moments with smiles on their faces as their universe was annihilated by a burst of white light.

———

UNDESIGNATED EARTH

Reed looked around at his family and smiled, he was happy with where he was, his family talked and laughed and white light engulfed the entirety of their universe.

———

UNDESIGNATED EARTH

Logan left the gigantic metal silo closing it behind him.

“Oh fu- he started to say as he looked at the approaching white light, it was too late and he was engulfed by white light destroying everything.

———

UNDESIGNATED EARTH

Captain Carter led the men through to the other side of the battlefield firing her gun and throwing her shield at those in her way. Through the windows burst a white light destroying everyone without a moment to breathe.

———

UNDESIGNATED EARTH

Matt Murdock and the other defenders stood in a circle ready to face the Chitauri invasion of new york, and white light destroyed everything around them. The Chitauri and The defenders were no more.

———

UNDESIGNATED EARTH

Blade swung his sword towards the neck of Dracula beheading him finally after all these years.

“Let’s go,” he said to the other Midnight Sons.

Moon Knight, Black Knight, and Ghost Rider all nodded and white light tore through their reality.

———

UNDESIGNATED EARTH

T’Challa and the other guardians of the galaxy talked and laughed on their ship, the white light destroyed their universe.

———

UNDESIGNATED EARTH

Standing before the team of The New Mutants was the evil Mister Sinister.

“It’s over!” His robotic voice cackled. Looking up all of them saw a white light coming towards them. The universe was no more.

———

UNDESIGNATED EARTH

Miguel O’hara shed a tear as the white light made its way towards him, he accepted his defeat and it absorbed him whole until nothing of his reality remained.

———

UNDESIGNATED EARTH

The Punisher cocked his shotgun and aimed it at the head of a murderer.

“Lights out prick!” The Punisher whispered but was burned out of existence by the white light that hit his earth.

———

UNDESIGNATED EARTH

The symbiote left Peter and scurried away.

Peter took the mask off to his advanced suit and looked over at Miles.

“I’m sorry I failed you,” he mouthed.

“You didn’t fail me,” Miles smiled.

White light destroyed reality around them leaving nothing.

———

UNDESIGNATED EARTH

“Jarvis make sure Pepper knows I’ll be home for dinner,” Tony Stark told his A.I. voice.

“What is that?” Tony stopped mid air looking at the coming white light. He tried to fly and outgun it but white light rushed towards him and destroyed reality.

———

UNDESIGNATED EARTH

“Finally no one can stop me now!” Ultron held the infinity gauntlet up into the air. He launched a blast of energy at the oncoming white light, it destroyed him

White light burned his reality and he was no more.

———

UNDESIGNATED EARTH

Blackbolt held his wife Medusa for one last time, the king and queen of the inhumans were destroyed by the white light.

———

Charlie Richards looked up into the sky inhaling deeply, the white light drew closer and destroyed everything around her. She ignited her powers and felt the light burn against her skin. She held on until it stopped. It didn’t hurt and it tickled. She smiled and embraced the white light around her.

———

The alien observed the warning on his control panel.

Tickle Based Multiverse Collapse:

IMMINENT DANGER!

The Alien sighed.

Another one dead, that figured. It was happening all over the omniverse and he didn’t know how to stop it.

He looked out the window of his tower and another multiverse took it’s last few breaths.

———

White light engulfed everything destroying it all and there was nothing left. Darkness and a void stained this hollow multiverse. From that light came God Emperor Doom who created. Turning the void into something new forming a new world from the debris of other universes into a new one.

Tickle Battleworld.

III

The desert was vast for several thousand miles. Amidst this desert was the wreckage of a ship. This ship had thought to of been abandoned or just was never found at all.

The door to the ship was ripped off the hinges and out limped Reed Richards, bruised and hurt he gripped his side at the site of the desolation around him.

"Why aren't we dead?" A weary Miles Morales walked behind followed by Peter and the other members on the ship.

"She saved us." Reed muttered and looked away.

"Is everyone okay?" Sam asked struggling to stand up.

"Not everyone is here!" Shuri yelled scrambling to her feet and looking around the ship.

"Okay who is missing then?" Asked Kate wiping the dust off of her suit and helping up the rest of The Young Avengers.

"Those who are alright indeed." Down from the sunlight floated Steven Strange.

"Steven?" Reed hugged him tightly.

"We need to talk somewhere safe because we are being watched." Steven looked over his should and opened a portal.

"In come on come on!" Steven yelled as everyone went through and Steven closed the portal leaving an empty ship to rot in the desert.

---

Franklin held onto the hand of his sister, but they dared not take their eyes off of him.

Doom watched on his throne listening and silently uttered a guttural noise that made Franklin shiver.

Next to him their mother stood in white, defeated and broken.

"You amuse me my love." Doom stuck a hand out and rubbed her shoulder as Susan flinched at his touch.

"Don't do this Victor." Susan pleaded.

"Silence," shushed Doom.

"I beg of you my lord." The man at the foot of the throne cried.

"Take him to the wall." Doom waved his hand.

The guards grabbed the man and brought him to the ledge on the other side of the hall.

The man screamed as he fell from the ridge to the other side of the Wall. Instantly he was attacked by the mass hoard of Zombies who tore him to pieces.

Doom laughed and it instilled fear within Franklin causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stick straight up into the air.

Doom suddenly stopped as his eyes glowed with the white of his power.

"He's found them."

---

"What is this place?" Kamala asked.

"A place out of his reach where he cannot see what goes on." Strange led them towards a map that hovered above them in the air.

"You are underneath the capitol building of Battleworld."

"Battleworld?" Kate asked.

"Doom took the power of the universe as it was destroyed and rebuilt what was left of the multiverse into this plane of existence.

"What?" Reed gasped.

"I actively have searched for the ship wanting to find you so that we can stop him. He reigns over this place as a tyrant and rules with an iron fist." Strange stopped and looked to Reed.

"With Suan, and your kids by his side," Strange finished.

"They are alive?" Reed was dumb founded.

"Being held against their will yes." Strange added.

"We need to stop him," Strange said.

"Do you have a plan?" Sam asked.

"I believe that the source of Doom's power comes from this chamber here" Strange pointed to a spot on the south side of the castle.

"What we need is a team to go in and destroy this power source maybe then we can finally put a stop to Doom."

"Steven?" asked Reed.

"How did you survive the incursion?" Reed asked.

"With help from me." Behind Strange strode in a beamy wide grinning America Chavez.

Kamala Khan covered her open mouth and ran to her friend and wrapped her in a gigantic hug.

"I missed you so much and thought you were dead!" Kamala cried and smiled having found her best friend again.

"I thought I was a goner too 'Mala," America laughed and went over to hug the rest of the young avengers.

"She took me to her home outside of time and space." Strange smiled.

"I met her family and saw the multiverse destroyed before my eyes as it was also rebuilt by Doom who has no idea, I am alive or any of you as well, at least he didn't." Steven looked down.0

---

The staircase was long as it descended from the tower to the main hall and access of the rest of the castle. Doom wanted to avoid the argument he was going to have with Susan but the death of that man was deserved. Openly speaking out against his god and ruler was his own fault and it should have stayed between his lips.

"We need to talk about what happened Victor." Susan yelled stumbling after him.

"No!" he called back as they reached the end of the stairs and progressed walking into the main hall's balcony.

Victor stopped here and looked over his city. His world and breathed in. He had what he always desired. But why did he feel so empty.

"I know how you are Victor," Susan caught up to him.

"You do not know me like you once did Susan." Victor tried to keep tears from leaving his eyes.

"They don't know you either." Susan gestured to the city below him and put her hands on his shoulders turning him to face her.

"I want to see the real you Victor," she reached for the clasp of his mask and Victor moved away but then hesitantly let her remove it revealing his scarred face to her.

"If you want them to love you, show them who you really are, let them know their leader hurts as much as they do."

"No!" Victor grabbed his mask and hooked it back to his face.

---

"So what's the game plan again?" Peter asked Strange.

"You and Miles are going to infiltrate the castle and destroy the power source." Strange handed him a capsule.

"What's that?" Miles asked.

"A combination of magic and explosives." Strange winked.

Both boys gulped and looked at each other.

---

Peter and Miles landed just outside of the castle walls.

They crawled up the walls to the windows and peered inside seeing a massive, spiked object hanging from the ceiling.

"In we go!" Miles smiled and him and Peter kicked at the window as it shattered and in they dropped.

"Alright plant it Pete!" Miles smiled and Peter grabbed the bomb from his bag and hooked it to the ball on the ceiling pressing the button to ignite it.

Nothing happened.

"Hmm what a shame." A head poked out from the ball.

"Who the heck are you" Miles asked.

"Owen Reece or at least what is left of me, hey any of you guys got something to eat I haven't eaten since the collapse of the multiverse."

"Here," Peter handed him a sandwich and Owen took a bite out of it.

"Uh whatcha doin here?" Peter asked.

"Hanging around," Owen chewed on the sandwich and swallowed.

"What about you guys?" Owen asked.

"We were told something really powerful was here."

"That would be me I assume, no doubt Strange read the readings I gave off."

"What do you mean you?" Miles asked.

"You don't know?" Owen laughed and the ball ignited with light.

"Before the end of the multiverse I absorbed the energy of what is called The Beyond being the only one who can do so. I gave some of it to Doom as he can not hold all of it and contains it's power." Owen continued giggling.

"Tickles really bad though."

Peter and Miles looked to each other.

"So when he runs out of power I give him some more of mine against my will." Owen stuck his tongue out.

"That is uh cool I guess," Miles said.

Peter nodded along.

"Do you want us to break you out or something?" asked Miles.

"If you think you can go ahead but I'm pretty sure Doom will figure it out the instant I go missing."

"We'll burn that bridge when we get there." Peter and Miles climbed up the crystal encasing Owen and tried to undo the chain holding it to the ceiling. The chain fell and both spidermen jumped off it as the crystal shattered into pieces.

"Can I have some more sandwich?" Owen rubbed his head still giggling.

---

Doom's eyes opened wide as he sensed the crystal falling to the ground.

He leapt from his throne and motioned for the guards, Susan, Franklin and Valeria to follow him as they marched to the room.

He was gone.

Doom yelled and his white glow activated as he rose into the air.

---

The three boys ran down the hall as the yell sounded crushing any ear drum in it's distance.

The portal opened and the three of them jumped through landing on the ground helped up instantly by Reed and Strange.

Doom turned the corner and walked furiously towards them.

Reed scowled and then his expression changed as his family turned behind Doom. Strange closed the portal as a blast from Doom struck through the portal before it could close. The blast struck the wall of Strange's hideout and it began to shake and crumble.

"Run!" Strange yelled and they all bolted for the exit as the place began to crumble to the ground.

Reaching the surface all of the heroes scrambled to get away from the castle as it began to fall into the void.

Everyone turned to look back at the edge.

A black spec flew from the falling wreckage flying towards them.

"Get down!" Reed yelled as Doom blasted through the edge of Battleworld and landed before them.

Doom looked up and rose his hand in the air as Susan, Valeria and Franklin floated upwards behind him as they struggled.

"Let them go!" Yelled Reed.

"No," Doom grinned.

The three in the air erupted into laughter as the power of Doom tickled them. Franklin saw through his tears the cries and squeals of Valeria and his mother as he felt a tickle all over his body.

Reed was just about to charge for him when a massive headache erupted in his head as a voice rang out from the distance.

"Hear yee hear yee you are now being saved," The voice announced.

Clouds gather overhead as lightning and thunder sounded.

From the clouds in flew a woman with white hair. Behind her flew a ship that landed to the side of the confrontation opening it's doors.

A group of people stood in the ship.

Doom was enjoying this.

"Do you know how many rebel groups I have stopped why should this be any different who ever these people are I will destroy them just the same." Doom began to walk towards the ship smiling behind his mask.

"GET THE EGG! HE IS COMING!" Said the voice of Old Man Logan desperately looking to the others.

“Here!” Yelled Mobius M Mobius from the cockpit tossing the briefcase to him.

“Protect it, for it is the hope of a new age," Jean Gray nodded to Wolverine who grinned back to her.

"A new age?" Rogue asked.

"A new tomorrow,” Finished Proffesor X.

“COWABUNGA!” Yelled Deadpool and everyone in the ship jumped out charging towards Doom who launched a bright beam of white light towards them which was deflected by Cyclops using the lasers from his vizor. The two beams shot to the sideand Cyclops fell to the ground being helped back up by Jean.

Doom stumbled and lost grip on Susan and the kids and Reed stretched his arms out and caught them bringing them close to him.

"Impossible!" Doom yelled.

"The impossible was never impossible to begin with." Owen stepped forward and lifted his arms as Doom rose in the air thrashing and screaming as the bright white left him and he returned to who he was before. Owen contained the power within him and smiled.

"This is for the multiverse." He let the energy out and it blasted Doom over the edge into the void as he yelled screaming and falling.

Owen again contained the energy and snickered.

Reed hugged his wife and kids and bent down to Valeria.

"Forgive me," he pleaded.

"I will always forgive you." Valeria hugged him.

"We all will!" Franklin laughed and tackled his dad in another hug.

"All of us will my love." Susan kissed him.

Deadpool walked over and sat down next to Peter.

"The name is Deadpool," Wade stuck out a hand.

"Spiderman," Peter shook his hand and thrashed as the symbiote inside of Deadpool left him and joined with Peter as his suit turned black.

"Woah," said Peter.

"Something I'm sure readers on tumblr have been waiting for," Deadpool giggled and winked.

“H-hey!” Peter giggled as the tentacle dug into his side.

“Be careful he likes tickles.” Deadpool laughed.

After Reed had finished reuniting with his family he went over to Owen.

"Now what?" Reed asked.

"Doom said the end of the prophecy would be with the creation of a new world, but that wasn't all of the prophecy." Owen looked off into the void.

“And the mother shall bring the new from the ashes of old, for her story is yet to come.” Owen recited.

Wolverine walked over them taking off his helmet Reed saw he was old and much older than he had anticipated.

"Where is Kamala Khan?" Wolverine asked.

"Uh that's me," Kamala who had been talking with America heard her name and walked over.

“This is yours.*

He revealed a brief case behind him and handed it to Kamala. Kamala opened the brief case as a glow of light shined through.

The Egg sat inside.

It cracked and Kamala touched The Egg and absorbed the contents inside, she felt everything, alternate realities and infinite numbers of them all within this little shell under her fingers. Infinite versions of her, of everyone waiting to be found. She felt the entirety of this universes energy that flowed through the veins of them all, their connections to the infinity stones and the cosmos and the beyond. The energy tickled like it was supposed to, energy derived from the sub conscious of the one above all others. Tickle energy.

Kamala smiled as she felt the tickles flow through her skin, her feet, her belly, armpits, sides and ribs all felt the tickles of an infinite egg of realities and she smiled so wide Logan thought her head was going to fall off.

"A baby multiverse," Reed shook his head grinning.

"It needs to hatch," Owen added.

Reed looked at the other heroes talking and laughing and at his own family, the love of his life and his two beautiful children. He understood that this wasn’t the end and life could now start over.

Properly.

A flash erupted from Kamala’s hands and she formed it into a ball of energy that began to grow.

“You know this will be the end of us,” Owen said to Reed.

“This was our purpose all along Owen,” he smiled at the light floating around Kamala as she laughed and giggled.

Owen blasted the power in his veins at Kamala’s ball of energy, she burst into laughter feeling what the ball felt. The ball formed tons of stars and visions of them inside. Reed saw an outline of him and his family, they all looked different, he saw a new x-men team and an earth once more full of mutants. He saw the avengers, the young avengers and everything out in the cosmos.

He smiled.

“I think we will be just fine,” he said to Owen.

The ball of energy began to grow, Reed spent his last moments looking at his family and the heroes who had fought in secret for existence to stay.

The Baby Multiverse, second of it’s kind began to expand at a faster rate destroying the last bits of Battleworld and the heroes of the old. Paving way for the path for the path of a new reality.

A reality reborn, where life could begin…

Once More.

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Credits:

Written by tickle-beans

Produced by tickle-beans

CREDITS:

@mysteriouslee

Characters:

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Peter Parker

Mary Jane

Original Characters:

Johanna Morales

Terrence Morales

Liam Barton

Cody Parker

@ticklyfingers2

Characters:

Tony Stark

Pepper Potts

Original Character:

Hannah Stark

@t-marvellove

Character:

Carol Danvers

@bambinella

Characters:

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

America Chavez

@lokust

Characters:

Loki

Mobius

Natasha Romanoff

Bucky Barnes

@fluffyfantasticducky

Characters:

Loki

@toweroftickles

Characters:

Himself

@tickle-beans

Original Characters:

Charlie Richards

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Note from tickle-beans:

I want to thank these writers for letting their original characters and their iterations of characters make an appearance in this story. I want to thank those who read my stories and my mutuals who help me with plot holes and ideas. I have spent countless nights writing for these characters that I love so much and I wanted to make their ending as beautiful as possible. That being said this isn't the end.

The Story Forge is LIVE announcements will be posting very soon!

@trrickytickle and I have been working on a D.C. collab releasing August 31st 2023 to her blog. Part two of that fic will release to mine.

The M.F.T.B.U. will return Spring 2024

I’m going on a vacation from writing for awhile and I will be back real soon.

Until next time!

-Phoenix Rose aka tickle-beans

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[wishfulwithwine]

Protection - Chapter Six - Finale

Alpha Clint Barton x Omega Reader

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS 18+. INVOLVES EXPLICIT/NSFW CONTENT. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF MINOR.

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“We need a safe place to stay. Ultron could easily annihilate us while we’re trying to figure out his next move” Tony said, rubbing his temples after the last fight that left all of them afraid. Natasha looked at Clint, catching his eye from where he was focused on flying the jet. He looked over, raising an eyebrow.

“We need a safe place, one off of everyone’s radar…” Natasha hinted, as best as she could without making it obvious to the rest of the Avengers what she was getting at with Clint. His eyebrow lowered, as he took a deep breath and sighed. 

“I know where we can stay” He said, plugging in the coordinates and praying that everything would be ok.

Three years since the battle of New York. Three years since Clint and Y/N had mated. Three years since they had moved in together and became married.

Three years, and still no one knew of their relationship except for Natasha, Maria, and Fury.

Y/N had helped in the battle of SHIELD when headquarters fell in Washington. She had escaped unarmed, but had been threatened by Hydra for security. She had aided in the decoding of hardware for files, and had initially brought them up to Fury, when she noticed there were things missing. SHIELD had her working on side projects, despite working primarily for the Avengers, and when something looked suspicious in the files she scanned, Y/N brought it up to Fury’s attention, starting the snowball effect of Fury’s investigation.

Clint was still working with the Avengers, and whatever project Fury needed him on. Luckily he wasn’t involved in the SHIELD headquarters fight, however he had been abroad on other missions. 

“Where are you taking us?” Steve asked, curiously as Clint flew.

“Somewhere safe” Clint said, vaguely, as he began prepping for landing. The team looked out, when the ramp to the jet lowered, seeing miles of forest and large trees. The air smelled fresh, just like how one would imagine a Christmas movie smelled like.

“Is this a safe house? How safe is it? Doesn’t SHIELD keep record of all safe houses?” Tony asked, as they began walking up to the cabin.

“Just shut up, Tony. You’ll see in a second” Natasha said, as the group walked up to the cabin, hearing movement inside. Steve became visibly on alert, as he heard footsteps inside, while watching Clint stroll up to the door. Entering in a key code and having a retinal scanner, the security system recognized him.

“Welcome home, Alpha Barton” the system announced, unlocking the front door, and having it swing open.

“Alpha? You’re home?” They heard from inside the house, as Clint walked in, with the Avengers following.

“Wait, who is that?” Tony asked, confused, as he looked around the cabin. It was a beautiful cabin - on the older side, but he could see the coziness and warmth Clint would enjoy. 

“It smells like Y/N…” Steve said, almost in a whisper as he instantly recognized her scent. He had not managed to meet up with her as he would have liked - she had always declined him, for multiple reasons. Natasha looked over to him, knowing this would hurt his feelings a bit.

The Avengers had all stayed at the front door, while Clint had moved forward, before Y/N had come down the staircase, holding a baby in her arms, while looking slightly pregnant. She looked at everyone surprised, before looking at Clint, who sighed, shrugging her shoulders.

“Sorry sweetheart, couldn’t call ahead but we needed a safe place off of Ultron’s radar” He said, kissing her gently, before kissing the forehead of the baby in her arms.

“Of course, of course. Welcome everyone to our home. I’ll have to do some grocery shopping for more food, but please make yourself feel comfortable” Y/N said, thinking immediately on how she was going to accommodate all of them. They didn’t have a lot of guest rooms, maybe some could sleep on the couches and air mattresses.

“Oh Luna!” Natasha said happily, as she all but took the baby from Y/N’s arms. Y/N and Clint shook their heads, looking at Natasha cradling Luna, while Clint put his hand on Y/N’s belly, rubbing it gently. The remaining Avengers - Steve, Tony, Bruce and Thor, were all in shock.

“Smaller agent?” Tony said confused, as almost everyone laughed.

“Guys, meet Luna Barton. I’d say you could hold her if you’re able to get her out of Natasha’s hands” Clint said.

“You two are married?” Steve said, looking around the room and seeing some wedding photos. He could see that it seemed like a small wedding, with only Natasha, Maria and Fury in the pictures. It was also evident the love that the couple had for each other, and now he could see the large mating mark on Y/N’s neck from Clint. 

“It is a nice house you have, Barton and Lady Y/N. Beautiful daughter. You’re expecting more?You’re both very fertile” Thor asked, as the Avengers started to look around the cabin, spreading themselves out.

“Yes, we don’t know what we’re having yet, but I think Clint wants a boy” Y/N said, and Clint nodded.

“I want a healthy baby. If it happens to be a boy, well I won’t be outnumbered anymore” He said, as Y/N and Natasha shook their heads with giggles. Natasha gave Clint Luna back, as he wished to hold her in his arms after the terrible visions from the witch. 

“How secure is this house?” Tony asked, as he inspected the security features around the house. Y/N smiled. 

“Very, Stark, but you’re welcome to make any upgrades during your stay here or any other time. It’s completely offline from everywhere, with some geo-masking tools that allow it to be hidden on maps. Now, speaking of staying, I’ll need to get groceries” Y/N said, grabbing the car keys from the entry hall table.

“Can you take someone with you?” Clint asked, looking at her worried. She raised him an eyebrow.

“Any of you could be recognized. I promise I’ll be in and out of there in a minute. I love you Alpha” Y/N said, kissing him gently, before heading out the door.

“Congratulations on scoring the hottest Omega” Tony said, as soon as Y/N left the house. Clint rolled his eyes, rocking Luna as he watched the Avengers, besides Natasha, look around the house and the yard.

By the time Y/N had returned, Thor had left, and the gang had settled into different areas for later tonight. Clint was still carrying Luna, and the rest of the group was drinking some beers.

“Clint, want to go start up the grill? Figured burgers and hot dogs would be good to feed a lot of people” Y/N said, as she dropped off the groceries on the counter, putting some away. 

“Nothing to do with your cravings of cheeseburgers, right Omega?” Clint teased, kissing her slightly before going to start up the grille. 

“Do you need any help?” Steve asked, as he came into the kitchen while Tony, Bruce and Natasha had followed Clint outside. Y/N smiled to him graciously, still putting away the groceries.

“I’m just going to get everything ready for everyone. Will buffet style work do you think?” Y/N wondered, both to herself and to Steve. 

“I think so. What goes where?” He asked, eager to do something with his hands that would take his mind off of today’s realizations. Y/N began instructing him on what, as they got everything ready.

“So how long have you and Clint been married?” Steve asked, as they were both quietly prepping everything. He had been dying to ask, not only heartbroken that he had wanted to go out with Y/N, but also that they had kept this from everyone - well almost everyone. 

“You have to know that we barely told anyone, for our privacy and security. Just Natasha, Maria and Fury. We got married two and a half years ago? After the battle of New York, we both took some time off, and Clint and I stayed here at his family’s cabin. We mated, I moved in, and then we got married, had Luna and now we’ll be having this bundle of joy soon” Y/N explained, not getting into all the unnecessary details. Steve smiled softly at her, a bit of sadness present as well.

“I can see how much you two love each other, congratulations” He said. Y/N gave him a soft sad smile as well.

“Well whenever you need a break, I know Maria and Natasha like to use this place to escape. Now that everyone knows, we’ll have some parties or what not” Y/N said. 

“Did someone mention parties? Can we have a redo wedding for you, since no one important was here for it? Well besides you two of course.” Stark said, as he and Clint came in to get the food. Y/N rolled her eyes, as Steve glared at Tony.

“Here’s the meat” Y/N said, changing the subject. “I’m going to set up the table outside. Steve, Tony, would you help?” She asked, and they both helped her carry things outside. As soon as Natasha and Bruce saw, they helped out too.

“This is a really nice place. I love the water” Bruce said, as he looked out over the patio, as they all waited for Clint to grill. Luna was in Natasha’s arms, but she was looking curiously at Steve, reaching out and holding his hands with her tiny hands. It was an amusing, adorable site.

“That’s where Clint marked her” Natasha said, pointing over to the rock and beach area. Y/N and Clint glared at Natasha, as Steve and Bruce all but choked on their beers, and Tony laughed loudly.

“Oh birdie, very caveman of you” Tony said, laughing, while Y/N took Luna from Natasha’s hands. 

“Steve, would you like to hold her?” Y/N asked, as Luna still tried to hold onto Steve’s hand while she was passed. Steve was speechless, but nodded, holding his arms as gently as he could while Y/N placed Luna delicately in his arms. It took him a few moments of shock to relax, but soon after Luna started playing with his uniform straps, he relaxed a bit more.

It didn’t take long after for the burgers and hot dogs to be done, and for the Avengers - and Y/N - to be sitting and eating. 

Ultron was attacking but the barriers between them were falling apart. They would conquer this together. 

FINALE

Tag: @hawkeyes-queen​

#clint barton #clint barton x reader #Avengers #The Avengers

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

Sylvie is something of a female power fantasy similar to how Tony is a male power fantasy.

Unlike Natasha or Gamora who have also have been through traumatic upbringings that have harden them into badass action ladies Sylvie is "survivor" not someone trained to be weapon against her will. No see she ran away and escaped her captors and got to be a cool fighter and smart person on her own and never had to learn for someone else. Also unlike them she never has to feel guilt for actions because she only did what she had to. Sylvie trauma is used to validate everything she's done.

Compare her also to someone like Captain Marvel or even Wonder Woman from DC. Women who have been granted extraordinary power but use it to help others for altruistic reason. Sylvie's reasons are ultimately selfish but they get be framed as good because the people she fights are bad actually. So even if she doesn't care anyone but herself she still gets be the hero because her selfishness is really good for everyone in the long run.

Sylvie gets to be better than the already popular male character and just by nature of being a she makes her more special than him. Being a woman makes her better but also she's the only one which is just so unique and cool. Also unlike Loki she's inherently good and probably only ever got taken by the TVA because she was too well adjusted and good.

Sylvie never gets beat up or has to face consequences or question her own actions. Oh, but if she does feel bad for her actions the audience should really feel bad for her because she only did a bad thing because she had it so rough and that's why she did the bad thing that's not really bad actually.

🐍anon

Ah that scene with Mobius when she's telling him they hunted her like a dog always baffles me. She's acting all uppity and like she has the moral ground over what Mobius and the TVA have done to her and others, then when Mobius rightfully comes back at her with "by the way,you did some annihilating too" her answer is "I did what I had to do".

What a hypocrite.

I think Carol is a good example (and not only because I love her... well maybe a little). She was taken from Earth, sent to Hala, had her body violated by an injection of Kree blood into her system without her knowledge, she had to carry an implant that suppressed her powers and had Yon-Rogg lie to her for years. She had a right to be mad but she didn't take it on everyone around her, she went straight to the people who had hurt her and gave them hell (and sent that idiot of Yon-Rogg back to Hala. Have I said I love that she doesn't fight him? Because oh I love that scene).

She doesn't meet with the Skrulls and claims she had it harder than them, she doesn't need to position herself above anybody, not even when Fury betrays her and calls Shield she holds it against him... she accepts he made a mistake then fully cooperates with him.

The fact that Sylvie never faces any punishment by the TVA once she's captured is what baffles me the most. While Loki is being kicked and punched and humiliated for the only crime of escaping the TVA, the woman who had spent years killing their precious minutemen is just... chilling in a room? On her own? And when B-15 goes to her she has the guts to act all smug: "oh what's your name, I don't remember, it's a number" (and to make matters worse 2 minutes later she's all "we're the same" 😂😂🤦).

I've seen women badly written in fiction before but damn....

#loki critical #anti sylvie

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 4

Request: Yes or No

TW: Drug mention, needle mention, overdose mention

I'm still unsure on the twins ages in age of ultron since one source says 16 and the other says 26 lmao. Imma just say the twins are 17 or 18.

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You stared down at the city below with a frown. You knew Clint wouldn't rest until Natasha was found. Everything had happened so quickly and even if you had tried to catch her with a root, you would've been pulled along. A sigh left you as you sat down at your desk. Your room in the tower felt like a cell. Gray walls, white bed, white desk. The only real color in the room came from the line of potted flowers on the desk. You felt your stomach grumble, standing up and leaving the room. You headed to the kitchen, getting a granola bar. You opened it, taking a bite from it. You almost choked, hearing crashing and arguing. You swallowed the bits of granola as you followed the noises to the laboratory. You headed up the stairs, dodging a flying Steve.

"What the fuck?" You turned your head, seeing the Maximoff twins. "What the fuck?" You repeated, watching them in bewilderment. Another one left you when Thor crashed through a window, raising his hammer and letting the electricity power the cradle. Nothing happened for a moment before the cradle burst open, causing Thor to fly back.

"I should've stayed with Laura." You whispered, staring at the red man that emerged from the cradle. He slowly stood, looking between everyone. His gaze settled on Thor, lunging for him but Thor grabbed him and threw him to the side, causing another crash.

"(Y/N), stay close." Clint called, eyeing the twins. You quickly walked over to him, hearing the crunching of glass beneth your shoes. While Thor and Steve took the dramatic way, you chose to use the door and head to the room Vision was in. Thor raised his hand, stopping Steve from attacked. The man stared out into the city, staying silent and motionless. Thor set down his hammer as the man landed on the door, apologizing to Thor and mimicking his cape.

"Thor, you helped create this?"

"I've had a vision. A whirlpool that sucks in all forms of life and at its center is that." Thor explained, pointing at the crystal in the mans forehead.

"What, the gem?" Bruce asked, watching Thor look at him.

"The mind stone." He corrected. "It's one of the six infinity stones. The greatest power in the universe with destructive abilities." Thor explained as he faced everyone.

"It looks like a citrine." You muttered, continuing to unwrap the rest of your granola bar, swiping away the crumbs that fell on the floor with your foot.

"A what?" Clint asked softly. You glanced at him.

"It's a type of gemstone. It's supposed to motivate you to take action." You shrugged lightly. Gemstones were pretty interesting to study, even more so when they had so called 'destructive abilities.'

"Stark's right."

"Oh, it's definitely the end." Bruce said quietly.

"Why does your vision sound like J.A.R.V.I.S?" Steve asked as he watched the man walk forward. Tony explained why, still in awe and surprise. The man looked at Steve.

"You think I'm a child of Ultron?" Though it sounded like a question, it was obvious it was a statement.

"You're not?"

"I'm not Ultron." The man replied softly, almost confused. "And.. I'm not J.A.R.V.I.S either."

"I looked in your head and saw annihilation." Wanda said, stepping forward as she glared at him. Clint scoffed softly, walking towards everyone. You followed, tossing the wrapper into the trashcan.

"Look again."

"Your approval seems jack to me." Clint said, gaze staying locked on the twins. Wanda's gaze went to Clint before going to you. You maintained brief eye contact. It wasn't everyday you met another meta.

"Her powers, the horrors in our heads, Ultrons powers.. They all came from the mind stone. Nothing compares to what it can unleash." Thor revealed. "And with it on our side-"

"Is it?" Steve interrupted, looking at the man again.

"Are you? On our side?"

"I don't think it's that simple." He replied softly.

"Sounds pretty simple. Death or life for humanity." You said, shrugging. He looked at you, giving a small nod before looking at the others.

"Then.. I'm on the side of life. Ultron isn't." He took small steps forward, not wanting to agitate anyone.

"What's he waiting for?"

"You." The man stared at Tony. You were already coming up with names for him. Tony Jr was the one sticking.

"Sokavia's our best bet." Tony said.

"Nat's there too." Clint told them, looking at Bruce when he approached the man.

"If we're wrong about you..." Bruce started softly. His threats were always amusing until he turned green. He stared at Tony Jr, letting it up to his imagination, if he had that.

"I don't want to kill Ultron." Tony Jr walked around Bruce, continuing past everyone.

"He's weak.. And in pain but that pain will roll over the Earth, so he must be destroyed. Every forms he's built, every sense of his presence on the net. We have to act now and not one of us can do it without the other." Tony Jr turned, facing them. He looked down at his hands.

"Maybe I am a monster. I don't know if I will become one.. I'm not what you are. I'm not what you intended. So there may be no way for you to trust me but we need to go." Tony Jr finished his speech, picking up Thors hammer and handing it to him. The room stayed silent as everyone took it in. Thor took his hammer, clearing his throat and nodding.

"Alright." He gave a small smile, walking away. You sighed, turning around and walking towards the bar.

"Don't even think about it." Clint called as he walked past you. You huffed, watching him go.

"Seriously?" You rolled your eyes, looking over your shoulder at the twins. They walked away in amusement, following Steve's directions to the lockers. You walked to your room, putting on the outfit Clint had designed for you. You looked at a picture of you and Clint, smiling softly. You left the room, walking down the hall. You noticed Thor and Tony Jr talking outside, arms crossing as you approached the glass. You stared at the two, gaze locking onto the reflection of the twins. You turned to face them, seeing Wanda pause and stay in her spot.

"Sorry about choking you." You spoke first, looking between them. Wanda gave a small nod, hand gently gripping her arm.

"Did you get experimented on like us?" Pietro asked, head tilting. Some white strands fell over his face. You shook your head, biting your bottom lip as you thought on how to explain it.

"From what Bruce told me, my mother had drugs in her system during labor. It was an unknown drug that they still haven't identified but Bruce says that it might've given me some freak cell mutation that gave me these powerd. It's weird. Clint said it took a long time to even find any information on my family. I don't know if it's true or something that they told me to make me feel better about being orphaned." The twins gaze softened, glancing at each other. Wanda licked her lips, glancing at the ground.

"When were you orphaned?" She asked softly.

"When I was a baby. My mom died in labor and my dad had been found dead with a needle in his arm a day later. I was put into an orphanage cause my parents were seen as a Jane Doe and John Doe. Again, it's weird." You told them, shrugging lightly. Pietro took in a soft breath, gaze becoming distant.

"We're orphans too. I'm sure you already know what happened by now but.. A bomb killed them." Pietro said softly. He took in a deeper breath, giving a small smile to lighten the mood.

"I suppose that's another thing we have in common." He pointed out with a small shrug. You nodded, smiling softly. It was nice to be around people your age who understood you. Even Wanda seemed relaxed and more comfortable.

"(Y/N), what'd I say?" You looked up upon hearing Clint's voice.

"You were the one who left me alone to change." You reminded him with a soft huff, going around the twins and approaching him. Clint shot you a pointed look, glancing at the twins. You understood why he was distrustful of them.

"Clint, they're like me." You said quietly as you walked with him to the aircraft.

"You're not like them."

"Yes, I am. They're metas and around my age. Weren't you the one who said I had to work on my people skills?" You cocked a brow as you stared at him. Clint stayed silent, giving you the answer.

"They were fighting for their country after it was attacked. They have all the right to be distrustful-"

"After one conversation, you can tell apart the difference between good guys and bad guys?"

"I don't know, Clint, you tell me. You were the one who chose to take in a kid who almost choked your best friend to death and attempted to impale Americas biggest playboy with a fucking branch." You hissed lowly, frowning and looking forward.

"You were, and still are, a kid." Clint said, voice becoming hard and stricter.

"Oh, well, fuck me, I didn't realize the twins were in their eighties."

"Quit giving me attitude, (Y/N). I want to protect you. You don't know if they're gonna stab us in the back when we least expect it. If we destroy Ultron and they stay on our side, you can play dolls with them." Clint said, approaching the aircraft.

"Whatever." You entered the aircraft, taking a seat. The others entered not long after. The twins sat down beside you as Clint headed to the front.

"We didn't get you in trouble, did we?" Wanda asked quietly, glancing over at Clint. You shook your head, toying with the roots in order to relax.

"No, just.. Strict dad drama." You muttered. Wanda tilted her head, making eye contact with Pietro before it clicked.

"Oh.. He adopted you? That's nice." Wanda gave a small smile. "Maybe the Avengers aren't so heartless."

"We aren't." You assured, looking between her and Pietro. "It'll take a while but.. We can all grow to trust each other."

"I hope so." Pietro breathed out, hands going to the belt as the aircraft lifted up. You chuckled at the nervous look on his face.

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #x male!reader #avengers #avengers x reader #avengers x male reader #avengers x y/n #avengers x you #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #marvel x you #clint barton #clint barton x reader #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #maximoff twins #tony stark #bruce banner #thor #vision #ultron #age of ultron #tw drugs #tw overdose #tw death mention

[annab-nana]

🦾 the winter soldier 🦾

okay so for this blurb can it be like y/n is the avengers youngest avenger, so everyone has a protective soft spot for her. One day she's singing to Olivia Rodrigo's songs and the avengers listen to the lyrics and are like is she ok? like who do we have to beat up? or something cute and protective like that? with Steve, Tony, Nat, and the others as well? Love you babe!

omg this sounds so cute! we love a protective little family

also this went a little longer than expected haha so i put a keep reading on it

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The first one to overhear you listening to your newest obsession was Nat. You were getting ready to head down to the gym for some training with her and she was going to come up and get you so you both could walk down together like she always did. But when she heard the song you were listening to, she stopped and listened in for a spell.

"Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy, not me, if you ever cared to ask. Good for you, you're doin' great out there without me, baby. God, I wish that I could do that," you shouted the lyrics along with the singer as you danced around, pumping yourself up for training. To Natasha, the song sounded like a great one to get you motivated and energized, but as she listened to the lyrics and how it sounded like you were really connecting with them, she couldn't help but feel a little worried for you. So she kept a close eye on you during your session together and you seemed fine, happy even, so she let it go.

The next to hear you singing along to Olivia Rodrigo was Tony Stark. It was in the afternoon and you were working in your lab. He had just stopped by Peter's lab where he didn't find Peter nor you—which was weird because the two of you always worked together in his lab in a comfortable silence or with some music playing as well. Next, he tried your lab. There you were, sitting as you toyed with some tech and sang softly along to the song, having not noticed Tony's presence.

"'Cause it's always one step forward and three steps back. I'm the love of your life until I make you mad. It's always one step forward and three steps back. Do you love me, want me, hate me, boy? I don't understand. No, I don't understand," you almost whispered the lyrics to yourself. Tony stayed there silently for a moment, trying to decide if he should interrupt or come back later. After seeing that you seemed to be a little upset based on your song choice, he chose to leave you alone and talk to you later about what he originally needed.

Then it was Steve. You had been trying to pick up the guitar and learn to play like your dad did when you were younger. So you had been trying to play one of the songs you had been listening to lately and you had unknowingly left your door slightly open for anyone who was walking by to hear you. So when Steve heard you strumming and singing so beautifully, he stopped to listen, a proud smile coating his features until he heard the words you were singing.

"And I watched as you fled the scene, doe-eyed as you buried me, one heart broke, four hands bloody. Those things I did just so I could call you mine, the things you did, well, I hope I was your favorite crime," you sang to your heart's content. You sounded amazing for sure, but your heart sounded like it needed help from the words leaving your lips. Steve left your doorway to find someone who might be able to help.

"Have you guys seen Queens or Wanda? I think something's wrong with y/n," Steve asked Nat, Bucky, and Tony who were all congregated in the common area doing different things.

"I thought the same thing the other day because of her song choice before training but then she seemed fine," Nat spoke, recalling the memory from a few days prior.

"Yeah, yesterday I walked into her lab and she was by herself singing a sad song. I figured she was upset so I left her alone to have her space," Tony informed them from the kitchen he was cleaning up.

"What happened? Was it that Charlie guy because I'll kick his ass," Bucky piped up but before he could do anything, your laugh sounded from the hallway as you and Peter headed towards the elevator to leave.

"Y/n!" Tony called for you as yours and Peter's heads snapped in his direction. You both shared a skeptical look before approaching the man who treated you both as his own.

"We aren't doing anything wrong," you clarified as his tone of voice kind of scared you. "May invited me to dinner the other day and if it goes anything like it normally does, we will probably end up ordering pizza or going to that Thai place, but you have my location. Also, we can very much protect ourselves so don't worry." You chuckled nervously under the gazes of everyone in the room. Looking to Peter, he just shrugged, knowing about as much as you did. "Okay, what's up? Did someone get hurt? Was it Wanda? Oh my God, where is she?" you stated frantically, looking around for the one closest to your heart.

"No, y/n, calm down," Nat spoke soothingly as she walked closer to you, reaching for your hand and holding it in her own. "We're just worried about you." Relief flooded your body but it was soon replaced with confusion.

"Wait, worried about me? Why? What's wrong?" you inquired, your eyes jumping from hers to Tony's to Bucky's then Steve's.

"We've been hearing the songs you've been listening to lately and got a little worried," Steve started for everyone. You looked to Peter before you both busted out laughing.

"You've been listening to Olivia Rodrigo, haven't you?" Peter asked through his giggles and you just nodded, unable to form words. You pulled Nat into you by her hand on yours and wrapped your arms tightly around her body.

"I love you. All of you are too sweet," you muttered into her red hair before meeting Tony's eyes behind her, leaving her embrace to hug him too.

"So you're okay?" he wondered aloud what they were all thinking as you squeezed him tightly and left to hug Steve next.

"She's fine," Peter spoke for you while you went to embrace Bucky finally. "She just likes the singer."

"I was about to kick that Charlie guy's ass," Bucky told you as you laughed into his chest.

"Good thing you didn't because his name was Chandler so you would’ve annihilated some random guy named Charlie and Pete already told him to back off so we don't have to worry about him anymore," you filled them in before Peter looked down at his phone.

"We have to head off," he reminded you and you nodded before keeping an arm around Bucky.

"One more hug, okay? Everyone get in," you said while they all got in and shared the hug.

"A group hug and you didn't invite me? Hey everybody, group hug in the common room. Hurry up!" Sam shouted from the doorway as he attacked his way in. You all laughed before Peter rolled his eyes and grumbled.

"We're never getting out of this."

Come celebrate with me <3

#anna's 3k celebration #marjorie189 #blurbs #the avengers #avengers blurbs

[plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms]

There's More Than One Way To Start An Apocalypse (1)

Summary: The Infinity War had happened and Thanos had won. 5 years later the Avengers try one last crazy idea to save everyone they lost, but a mysterious woman from Natasha's past drops in unexpectedly derailing their plans. They soon find out that Thanos was now not the apocalypse they needed to stop.

Fandoms: Avengers, Supernatural

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader (previous), Natasha Romanoff x Reader (previous)

Warnings: Angst, The Damn Snap, Mentions of depression and self-loathing, violence, mentions of death, copious amounts of blood, cursing

Masterlist

1: Hope in Low Supply

The world had gone to shit. Complete and utter shit in Natasha's opinion.

That was saying something considering she was part of a special group of people who were called on specifically whenever the world was on the brink of annihilation.

Superheroes. She snorted at the thought.

Looking around the room at her teammates, hero was not a word she would describe them much less super. Angry. Frustrated. Heartbroken. Jaded.

Hopeless. No, helpless rather than hopeless. Human nature allowed one to still be hopeful, but there wasn't much that can be done beyond hope at this point. Thanos had succeeded.

He snapped his ridiculously large fingers and erased half of all life. What followed was a mad dash to find any way to reverse it. Until eventually, one by one they had succumbed to the pain of loss and focused on just trying to not fall apart. For once trying to save themselves instead of saving everyone else. God damn purple bastard.

5 years into what they were calling The Blip, they had gathered again albeit unwillingly. Most of them had grown content in wallowing in their self-destruction.

The Blip. Sam would have found that funny. He would have liked it. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips before she caught herself and focused her attention on Steve and Tony.

"Are you suggesting time travel?" Clint asked. His eyebrows shot high and his forehead furrowed. "Fucking time travel? Seriously?"

Natasha knew what Clint wasn't saying. He was thinking why the hell did he let them drag him back from his self-loathing and give him hope in a new purpose to only tell him their idea was something as far-fetched as time travel.

"You know you could have just emailed me your stupid idea. We didn't need to have this meeting."

Natasha couldn't help the smirk that crept on her lips. Same old sarcastic quips. She missed him.

"Well you weren't exactly leaving your contact info with your calling card the past few years," Tony sassed. "Lot of blood. But strangely no email."

"Tony," Steve warned from where he was leaning against the conference table. He was the one who had convinced them all to assemble again, but even his face showed his reservations even if it was mixed with his trademark determination. Tony put up his hands in surrender and made a show of zipping his lips.

" Look," Scott said tentatively. He sat cross legged on one of the large living chairs and tried as best he could to sound confident. "I know it sounds like a long shot.

"A long shot? I know very well what a long shot is. This is... I don't even know what to call this insanity!" Clint was sounding more and more distressed and Natasha knew she had to step in now.

"Clint," she said softly. "I wouldn't have brought you back for just anything. Hear them out."

There was a long beat of silence as Clint eyed Natasha. His eyes pleaded with her. Willing her to see sense while at the same time seeking reassurance that he can trust this. The silence stretched on only interrupted by Thor's opening of yet another can of beer.

She gave a small nod to Clint. He squeezed his eyes shut, released the breathe he didn't even know he was holding and returned the nod. The tension in the air seemed to clear for now.

Steve stood up fully and crossed his arms as he looked at each of the worn faces of his friends. His family. What was left of it anyway. Everybody else in the room straightened up too recognizing from years of working together what they called Captain Mode.

"Alright everyone. Let's get to work."

A renewed sense of purpose filled the energy in the room. Before they could do anything else, they were all suddenly tossed to one side of the room by an energy that exploded by the floor to ceiling windows. Natasha blamed the shock but she could have sworn that she heard the sound of large flapping wings too.

Years of Avengers experience allowed them to roll with the impact into a defensive stance ready to face the threat. Ready to face - a boy?

Natasha scrunched her face in confusion at the sight of an unfamiliar blonde boy. She was so focused on trying to determine who he was that she didn't even register the limp body he was clutching to his cheat nor the blood that was rapidly pooling at his feet.

"Natasha," the boy whispered his voice and face filled with absolute anguish. "Please help her."

The boy fell with a thud on the floor and passed out. He dropped the body he was carrying and the head turned to the side revealing her face to Earth's Mightiest Heroes.

Natasha's blood instantly drained from her face and she felt ice cold. Her eyes widened in panic, her head was screaming in denial.

It can't be. It just can't be you.

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#avengers #avengers fic #avengers fanfiction #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #avengers x supernatural #steve x reader #steve rogers fic #captain america x reader #captain america fic #dean winchester x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #nephilim!reader #apocalypse #there's more than one way to start an apocalypse #avengers endgame #angel!reader

[heli0s-writes]

Artichokes

Summary: A peek into the beginning of Bag of Tricks

Pairing: Chaotic Dumbass!Reader/ Exasperated! Bucky

A/N:  ~2k words. Written for @sunmoonandbucky​‘s challenge! So sorry it’s late! Congrats on your milestone, you deserve it and so much more! ✨ My prompt was “Even artichokes have hearts” 

Warnings: Canon-level violence, cursing. StupiT stuff.

“Hey.” It’s not a greeting.

The flight is still long, at least another two hours until the destination is reached. Behind his seat, you poke with your foot, other leg stretched over Natasha’s knee as she dozes off.

“What.” It’s not a question.

Fifteen minutes since the last time you opened your mouth and Bucky knew he wouldn’t make the half-hour mark; it was too good to be true.

“If you were an animal, what would you be?”

“Don’t like animals.”

A huff as you glare out the window and into the clouds, cross that he’s decided to be cross first.

“Okay. If you had a kid, boy or girl?”

“Don’t like kids.”

Natasha chuckles, eyes still closed, hand gently rubbing your knee in consolation because sometimes Bucky just gets this way, and he often gets this way in prolonged flights or car rides—when he’s showcasing his most winning personality trait: patience. Ha-ha.

And he gets this way, especially, with you. 

The new addition, after a disastrous mission where you almost blew everyone’s cover by getting into a near-scuffle at the bar. It’s not your fault you were dragged into that impending train-wreck on your day off—never even having met the Avengers to begin with, and then immediately being thrust into an asinine high-profile mission requiring you to wear an evening gown with heels.

And if the situation couldn’t get any worse, as you were stuffing yourself into spanx and tacking fake eyelashes to your lids, you were informed that you’d be Bucky Barnes’ date for the night. Discomfort in itchy and too-tight, clothing, a room full of strangers, remanded to being someone’s mute eye-candy. It was the perfect cocktail for fisticuffs with the very man assigned to be your date.

Moving on.

With a heavy roll of your eyes, you lean right, let your shoulder press up against Nat, trying to find a comfortable position. “It’s probably a good idea,” she soothes, cracking her neck a little and the light flickering through the window makes her wince before it’s cut off by her hand closing the shutter.

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“Stop looking at the squirrel,” Bucky shoulders his rifle. You’re sprawled out on your stomach, eye pressed against the scope, as he clocked—looking at a squirrel. It’s just so damn cute, stuffing that acorn into its cheek where the nut joins about three more. Beady little eyes flit back and forth before it takes off and you retreat from the show, crawling back on your elbows and lifting yourself up.

“You scared it!”

“Shut up. Let’s go.”

Nat crackles in your ears, “Stop arguing.”

You do, because Bucky yanks you away by the back of your suit, and because you (kind of) listen to your superiors. Might as well, you’ve only been a part of the team only two months and Bucky’s been here since the goddamn Stone Age, it seems, with the way he struts around so fucking stoic and grim. Me Bucky Barnes. Me Crush Newbie Into Dust. Me Don’t Like Fun. More Hulk than Winter Soldier. You snort.

Even Natasha will spend a little bit of time with you, watch a movie or do something that doesn’t require staring into the eyes of the same people every. Single. Day. She’s glad to have another woman around, anyway. You’ve been told Wanda and Vision (a robot, or something) have taken a sabbatical from the life.

Steve will go on runs and let you tag along for the first twenty minutes. Tony will let you put on the booster boots and clap when you careen yourself into a table because it warms his little troll heart to see you nursing a welt on your eyebrow. Sam? Sam will tear it up at a club; he will dance on top of the goddamn bar. Sam Wilson is a riot and a half, but Bucky?

Nothing. Looks at you disparagingly from across conference room tables. Rolls his dead-eyes at every opportunity when you open your mouth. Granted, your mouth doesn’t have a lot of helpful information and most of it is a deflection from true answers because that’s your stupid coping mechanism for when people get too close—but everyone else laughs.

Bucky Barnes doesn’t laugh. Bucky Barnes doesn’t like jokes.

Doesn’t like animals. Doesn’t like kids. Doesn’t like fun. Doesn’t like you.

Doesn’t help that you tried to strangle him with an evening gown two months ago, but, pish-posh, past is in the past.

“What’s the timeline for when I can graduate from newbie-status?” You ask breezily, inflecting your tone just the right way so that he knows you’re not that invested in this conversation.

“Whenever you can run a solo.”

“I can.”

An exasperated huff as he sticks his arm out in front of your collar. You look at him in irritation, ready to swat it away until your feet trip over a loose root and Bucky catches you by the shoulder. 

“No,” he says calmly, setting you on your feet, “You can’t. You were on probation for a reason. Still on it, even if you moved jobs.”

Okay. So maybe calling it a “day off” was giving yourself too much credit. Fury was – haha—furious with you after The-Mission-That-Will-Not-Be-Named (lots of explosives, your boredom, paranoia, and inclination for entropy) and took you out of the field. Desk duty was the only apt punishment, until your immobility spiraled out of control and led you down the rabbit hole of hacking into your co-workers e-mails. He put you on probation after that. Took all your toys. No laptop. No badge. No gun.

Smartly, you shut up, letting Bucky walk ahead in case any more errant roots might make you eat your words again.

The path to the hideout is thick, full of stupid twigs and branches and you repeatedly brush spiderwebs from your face. Keeping close to Bucky, you let him shoulder most of the burden, only putting your hand up when a branch he snaps off with his hand flies too close to your eyes.

“IF—” You start loudly, and Bucky bristles at your volume, “If you had to go back into a burning building to sav--?”

“I wouldn’t.” He retorts, “And you’re being annoying.”

Three bullets whizz over Bucky’s head. He ducks immediately, snatching your arm and taking you down, too. If only this were one of those moments in the romantic comedies where he cages you in with his arms and you have a brief and blessed second of staring into his blue eyes where the world goes quiet and he realizes maybe you’re not that bad.

“ROLL--” He yells, instead, as he ducks behind a boulder. “--OUT OF THE GODDAMN WAY.”

Alas, not meant to be.

His gloved hand pushes into the air sideways, like he could push you, too, across the bed of fallen leaves and to safety. You’re quick enough to flip on your side, but not quicker than a third bullet and it streaks through the top of your forearm, carrying a fast stream of blood with it.

Your reach into the side holster on your thigh, pulling out your knife and launching it past the barrel squeezed between two trees. A clink as it misses and ricochets off the gun. Bucky does the same motion and it goes right into a shoulder with a firm squelch. He’s up on his feet, rushing across the leaves in a blur. Throwing the rifle down, you start sprinting right as an elbow jabs itself into Bucky’s chest and he stumbles. Then, a quick turn and you hurtle your weight across the air, spinning both feet into the man and landing on top of him. Bones crack beneath your weight.

There go the shoulders.

The agent gurgles again as you roll your sleeves up, ignoring the blood that splatters onto your knee.

Bucky steps back when you grab a fistful of dirt and throw it into his face, “Pocket sand, motherfucker.” Then, the butt of your handgun meets his temple with a loud pop. “Goodnight, ya dumb bitch.”

More rustling ushers in more lackeys and Bucky is dodging behind tree trunks, weaving knives and dodging bullet hailstorms. He warily looks around the bend of a tree, breathing through his mouth, assessing the situation. There are about four guys, armed to the teeth, well-trained as far as he can tell. Bucky should be able to take them out, and it would go easier with yo—Where the fuck are you?

Your shriek makes him flinch and he dashes across the way behind another trunk, heels digging into the dirt ready to charge. Guns are firing off, grunts and yells, and not even one second after Bucky comes out from behind the tree, he watches you punch a goddamn grenade into the thicket before shooting its previous owner in the neck.

The explosion rocks the ground slightly, but you’re unfazed, instead, focused intently on your hand. There is something wrong with your left arm. You hold it close to your side, fingers curled gingerly under your rib.

You look up at him, eyes brimming with tears.

Dread boils up from the pit of his belly. Bucky calls out to you, asking if you’re okay. You turn around and he hisses at the sight— shot through the bicep, cut over your cheek, but your gaze keeps falling downward.

Inside your cupped hands is a hedgehog, nose frantically twitching like a tiny rotten gumdrop. A sniffle as you slowly set the creature down, waiting for it to scurry away, but it never does.

Bucky groans. Shoulders his rifle with a disappointed sigh, exasperated that you tricked him into being concerned for your well-being, “Fucking-- you’ve got to be kidding. You got shot for that rodent?”

“He’s helpless! Look at him! Little baby! He could have a family! A hedgehog wife and hedgehog kids!” A wilted blubber, and good God, you’re completely serious about it, “Even artichokes have hearts, Barnes!”

“I’m about to artichoke you,” Bucky retorts, irritated, and the first comeback that pops into your head isn’t ideal for a family setting, but your mouth moves faster than your brain and there aren’t any kids around anyway.

“How’d you know that was my kink?” And then you brace yourself for the moment when Bucky Barnes annihilates your entire life, but there is only silence. Then, a snort. Then, finally, a series of low chuckles before he gasps, “Jesus Christ.”

You’re stunned into silence, and it’s a wonder, since he’s never known you to be silent for anything. Two months of no-filter commentary that makes him physically ill at times, and you’re shocked quiet.

“Holy shit,” you murmur, “You laughed. You don’t like anything. You don’t like kids. You don’t like animals… I don’t really know if you like to even laugh. God knows you don’t like me very much.”

“I like you just fine,” Bucky grins, and-- it’s a little blinding. His eyes shine brightly, midday sun in a mischievous blue sky, framed perfectly with those dark, long eyelashes. For a second you regret almost pummeling that nice-looking face in the first time you met it.

“You can’t keep that thing. I can see you.” Your hands freeze, one opening a pocket on your thigh, the other halfway sliding the creature in. Bucky glares when you continue, pretending he’s not there.  

“Barnes, I’ve decided,” you declare, hoping it would throw him off, “This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

A beat passes as he chews on his next response, deep in contemplation. Bucky’s not sure what being your friend would entail— his annoyance, at the very best. His literal death, at worst.

“Hm,” he grunts softly, edge of his voice giving way to amusement, unable to fully keep his stoic demeanor. One eyebrow raises your way, corner of his mouth lifting ever so slightly when your forehead furrows in wait.

“What?” You ask.

“Don’t like friendship.”

Taking a note from your book, Bucky punches the back of your hand, launching the hedgehog into the thicket, cackling at your screech all the while.

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #reader insert #fanfiction #marvel #5kconstellationswc #bag of tricks helios

[winter-soldier-vibes]

You saved me (Steve Rogers x reader)

You saved me

Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Steve Rogers loses you (his girlfriend) in the battle of Wakanda (set in Infinity War) and mourns. Until he finds out he might be able to bring you back

Word count 2146

Warnings: spoilers for one, death/dust, mourning

A/N: THIS CONTAINS INFINITY WAR AND ENDGAME SPOILERS. Also, I know that this isn’t verbatim what happens, but I paraphrased. A lot of the battle is included here, so seriously, if you haven’t watched the movies, don’t read this quite yet. Sorry if I got something wrong. I DON’T OWN ANYTHING MARVEL the battle in Infinity War and Endgame are both mentioned and paraphrased but it is not my ideas.

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It had destroyed Steve so much. You were fighting with him inj Wakanda against Thanos, and had joined him to try and protect Vision and the Mind stone while Wanda was trying to destroy it before he got to it. You were a skilled fighter, and had learned from Natasha years ago. Fighting was your specialty.

You were fighting some of Thanos’ army when you heard a yell from Steve and turned around just in time to see him get punched by Thanos

“STEVE!” you yelled, running over to him. Thanos paid no attention to you, turning back to Vision. You crouched down beside him, checking to make sure he was just unconscious, not dead. You put your ear to his chest to feel his heart still beating. Thank God, you thought. 

You tried waking him up, slapping his face gently. “Come on, Steve. They still need us Cap…” you said. You took a breath before giving him a hard slap across the face.

His eyes opened and he made a move to defend himself. “Hey hey hey, Steve, it’s me, it’s y/n. I’m sorry babe, I just had to wake you up.”

He nodded, sighing in relief. “Where’s Thanos?” he asked.

The two of you looked around to see Thor fly out of the sky and shove his axe into Thanos’ chest and push it further. You sighed in relief. Maybe it was finally over.

You could see the two of them talking, and Thanos raised his left hand. You heard Thor yell “NO!” as he snapped.

Confused, you watched light flash out from the stones and you looked around, trying to figure out what had happened. Nothing seemed to have changed, but then you started getting this weird feeling in your stomach, like you were about to pass out. 

You tried to stand, but stumbled. You looked at your hands to see them turning into dust. “Steve….” you looked up from your dissolving fingertips. “I - I don’t know what’s happening.” you said, starting to panic as your arms vanished.

The last thing you heard was Steve saying your name

Steve watched in horror as you dissolved into thin air. He knelt down in front of where you had been, running his hands through the pile of dust on the ground. He looked up when he heard his name from his friend Bucky

“Steve?”

He looked up just in time to see Bucky dissolve just as you had moments ago.

He went over to where Bucky had just been, seeing the dust fall to the ground just like it had with you.

He found out later that the same thing had happened to trillions across the universe. Thanos had done it. He had annihilated half of the population. 

When they followed Nebula to where Thanos was living to retrieve the stones, he was devastated when he learned that the stones were gone. Along with any chance of saving you.

He spent the next 5 years in despair. He tried to look on the bright side, tried to move on like he told everyone else to. But he was falling apart inside. When he woke up after being frozen for 70 years, he thought he had lost Peggy. A few years later she had really died. On Zola’s train, he thought he had lost Bucky only to find out that he was the Winter Soldier in 2014. When he found you he had finally been moving on from all of that. Starting over. But now you, and his best friend, were really gone.

He would try and replay every memory he had of you, making sure to remember every single detail. He couldn’t let himself forget. It was painful to remember, but he couldn’t bear to think of not being able to remember everything he had with you.

The love you had for each other.

Gone with the snap of the fingers

Literally dissolved into nothing.

He tried to keep it together for everyone, tried to get people to look on the bright side, but he never was able to himself. He couldn;t help but wish it had been him instead.

He didn;t know what to do with himself. There wasn;t a fight anymore, you weren;t there and neither was Bucky, he needed to do something but there wasn;t really anything to do. 

They were the longest years of his life.

Eventually he learned to move forward, but never fully. He couldn’t ever hope to find love again. He still loved you. No, he ran a group to help people cope. He figured if he couldn’t help himself he could help other people.

When Scott Lang showed up at Headquarters rambling about the quantum realm and time travel, he dared to hope again.

Maybe he could actually bring you back.

He went to Tony’s house with Scott and Nat to ask him about Scott’s idea. He tried not to show it, but he was desperate. When he said no, he tried to understand. But once again, he was crushed.

When Tony showed up a few days later having figured out a way to go back in time successfully, he tried to contain his excitement. He didn;t want to get his hopes up too high, but he couldn’t help it rising within him. He might actually be able to save you this time.

The entire time of gathering the stones and time travel, he kept you in mind. He’d do anything to get you back. Whatever it takes.

He stood there as Bruce snapped, and he looked around. Clint looked at his phone that had started ringing, and he could tell by the way he spoke that it was his family. That had died 5 years ago.

“Did we do it?” someone asked.

Steve just stood there in shock. Could it actually have worked?

A missile was shot through the ceiling, blowing everyone back. “What the hell was that?”

More missiles were shot, scattering everyone throughout the compound, and smashing the compound the smithereens. Most of the people fell down into the earth, along with the gauntlet and the stones. The missiles had come from a ship that was making its way down through the atmosphere, and it was apparent that it was Thanos.

How the hell did he get here?

Steve was one of 3 that hadn’t fallen underground, and Tony stood over him with his shield. He handed it to him, helping him up and walking to where Thor stood at the edge of the wrecked building, where he saw him

Thanos

Sitting on the edge of a rock, just waiting. But for what?

The 3 of them walked over to him. “You could not live with your own failure. And it brought you back to me. I thought that getting rid of half of you would cause those who survived to be grateful. But you’ve proved me wrong” he laughed to himself. “At least now I know what I must do.” he stood and picked up his sword. “I’ll build a new universe.”

“Out of what? S[illed blood?” Steve asked.

“At least they won’t know it.” He replied.

Tony suited up and Thor summoned lightning, helping Tony blast Thanos. He stumbled back, but grabbed Tony just in time to block Thor’s hammer from hitting him. Tony flung back and the impact knocked him out.

Thanos turned to Steve and threw him before throwing his sword at Thor. He battled with him before flinging him to a rock and standing over him with the axe Thor had been using.

Steve got up and focused his concentration, holding his hand out and praying that this would work. He saw the hammer start to move, before it flung past Thanos and into his hand.Hell yeah.

Thor shook his head. “I knew it.”

Steve walked toward Thanos and began fighting him with the hammer, summoning lightning and even surprising himself. He directed it to Thanos, and ran towards him to hit him in the head with the hammer. He missed and Thanos grabbed him and threw the hammer out of reach, before holding his shield up to block the sword. His shield began chipping away until he barely had half of it and was thrown across the battlefield, flat on his back. 

Steve pushed himself off the floor, not listening to what Thanos was saying to him. He watched as his army was beamed down from spaceship after spaceship. He kept trying to stand, trying to figure out a scenario in which this ended well. He finally stood up and heard on his earpiece,

Steve, do you read me?

He stood there, trying to believe what he was hearing. It had sounded like Sam

Steve it’s Sam, do you copy?

He felt the breath leave his lungs.

On your left

He turned around in time to see an orange portal open and T’Challa, Okoye, and Shuri standing there. After having a silent conversation through their stares, Sam flew through the portal, and more portals began opening around him, the people he mourned walking through them. Steven Strange, Peter Parker, Wanda, Bucky…

He looked around, only looking for one person in particular. And then he found them

You. 

You stood there. Suited up and ready to fight. You nodded at Steve, smiling. He wanted nothing more but to run over and hug you, but he knew there was a war to be run first. More people pooled through the portals, all of them ready to fight. An army stood beside and behind him and he held out his hand for Thor’s hammer. “Avengers!”

He caught the hammer whirling at him.

“Assemble.”

Shouts were yelled and everyone began charging, the world vs Thanos and his army. It was brutal. For you it had just been moments ago that this same battle took place, and you didn;t know what had happened in between your arms dissolving and a sorcerer showing up from the sky saying that 5 years had passed and the battle was still happening. For you, a few minutes had passed. For Steve, it was a lifetime.

You fought beside Steve for most of it, like you usually did when you were on a mission. When there was a brief moment, you looked at your boyfriend. “Since when are you able to use that thing?” referring to Thor’s hammer. He looked at it. “About 5 minutes ago.” You nodded, turning back to the incoming aliens and stabbing them.

You kept fighting them as they came, not willing to lose this time around. It happened once, it could happen again. You had never fought so fiercely in your life.  A Few times you were overwhelmed by the sheer number of aliens around you, but a bolt of lightning would save your ass and you’d go back to fighting.

You don’t know how long it lasted, and you were covered in lacerations and blood, but as you were running out of stamina, the aliens around you began turning into dust. You looked around, panting, as Thanos’ army began to disintegrate, eyes landing on Tony laying limp against a pile of buildings. You were about to go check on him, when you felt someone grab your arm.

Steve.

You turned around to meet his eyes that were bloodshot. “Y/n?”

You smiled and let out a breath, bringing your hand to his face. “It’s me Steve. I’m okay.”

He pulled you into a bone crushing hug, and you could feel him trembling. Hell, you were trembling too. The adrenaline was wearing off and the pain was setting in. 

“I missed you so much y/n.”

You hugged him a little tighter. “I know. I missed you too.”

You knew it had been a lot longer for him, but you didn’t want to seem insensitive. You couldn’t imagine living 5 years without Steve, especially if you didn’t know he was coming back.

“I’m here Steve. I’m safe.”

He spoke with a wavering voice. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you.”

You pulled back and shook your head. “No, Steve. You did everything you could. It’s not your fault.”

He cupped your cheeks, shaking his head. “I thought I lost you.”

You smiled. “You didn’t. You saved me, Captain Rogers.”

#avengers #avengers assemble #mcu #marvel #captain america #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #infinity war #engame #spoilers ahead #i thought i lost you #battle of thanos #fanfiction #imagine #thanos snap

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

What if the Avengers were the Animorphs? I'd think it wouldn't go that well, but I'd like ta hear your opinion.

Nonny, I 100% agree.  Assuming this is a universe in which the six original MCU Avengers bump into Elfangor in a construction site just before what would otherwise be the events of the Avengers movie, a few thoughts on just how badly that would go:

None of them would morph.  It’s a new technology, it’s a technology they don’t trust, and it’s a technology that threatens their sense of autonomy, which for Clint and Natasha especially would be a giant flashing “NOPE!” sign.  They’re intelligent adults, and they’d almost certainly talk themselves (and each other) out of using it.

Probably Tony would express an interest in at least giving it a try, in the name of Science!  Probably Bruce would, very gently, tell Tony that attempting to transform one’s own body using untested technology does not tend to end well.  Probably Tony would take Bruce’s point, and just not morph.

This is also a team of people who have pre-existing weapons with more firepower and fewer drawbacks than morphing affords.  If mind-controlling aliens are invading, they’d probably fall back on tried-and-true methods like hammers and arrows.

Steve would immediately tell The Proper Authorities about the invasion.  He would not listen to Elfangor’s (or Tony’s, or Bruce’s) warnings about The Proper Authorities.  Not because he doesn’t believe them about yeerks, just that he honest-to-bob believes in The System.  He’d believe that 15% of cops being controllers isn’t enough to make all cops bad, and would totally believe that if they can just make sure everyone knows about the invasion then they can surely muster a resistance movement from among his fellow Americans.

Steve would not properly estimate just how many casualties this move would result in.  The authorities being 15% yeerks is still plenty of yeerks to get 50% of people killed in the crossfire.  And The System is not exactly capable of standing up to a strong battering from within the way that Steve might hope.

Not only that, but an open invasion (which Steve would accidentally kick off) gives Visser Three license to do everything in his power to annihilate the 90% of humans they don’t need for host bodies.  And given that the yeerks can cook an entire planet from the outer atmosphere (#52), that would not end well.

If Steve would handle the news of the yeerks the worst, Natasha would handle it the best.  Can’t trust anyone or anything?  Can’t reveal your secrets to the world?  Need to protect your identity at all costs?  Cool, she was already on that train well before Elfangor arrived.

Honestly, Natasha might pull an Alice* gambit: grab Clint, burn their identities, and run for the hills.  They’d still be working on trying to solve the alien thing from within their safe house in the Chilean wilderness, but if their plan didn’t succeed then they’d be well positioned to just... stay put and let their friends do the vainglorious dying for the cause.

Thor would probably take a far more measured approach to the problem.  He’d definitely fight anyone who attacked him first, and he’d be more than happy to destroy yeerk pools and ground-based kandrona generators and the like, but he also wouldn’t concern himself too much with the bigger picture the way that especially Steve and Natasha do.

Honestly can’t decide what the most irresponsible thing Tony could possibly do with yeerk and/or andalite technology, but by gum he’d find it and do it.  Possibilities include:

Sneaking off in the middle of the night to test the limits of the morphing tech, Bruce’s warnings be damned.  Note that he still wouldn’t be weaponizing the morphing; he’d just be doing things like trying to morph plants or trying to acquire DNA samples without living animals attached or trying to demorph after 1 hour 59 minutes.

Using andalite communications technology to hack all yeerk and human lines to everything.  Whether or not he’d actually get anything useful from this big BIG data would depend on how distracted he got by trying to find proof that Nick Fury listens to boy bands or Captain America secretly watches porn.

Trying to make his own chee, at home, in his garage, using only what he’s seen of the chee themselves.  Obviously this would end in Ultron, who honestly couldn’t really make the situation all that much worse.

Buying the entire Quaker Oats company, and copyrighting their maple-and-ginger instant blend.  Again, this one could go really well or really badly, depending on what he does with that copyright once he’s got it.

Also: Loki would get his ass handed to him by Visser One before he was on Earth more than 10 minutes.  And none of the Avengimorphs would ever know that they’d dodged that bullet.

* [Twilight saga spoilers]: In Breaking Dawn, Alice foresees that her family’s well-meaning but stupid plan to challenge vampire authorities is likely to get them all killed.  Knowing she can’t dissuade any of them from the plan, she settles for packing up her hubby and running for it.  They do end up finding a way to save the day while they’re off in Chile, but it’s strongly implied that if they hadn’t then they would’ve just stayed put, poured one out for their dead fam, and carried on with their lives.

#animorphs #avengers #au #animorphs meta #sorry this is not a proper au #i'm retreading ground here #and i'm doing my best to write fewer unhappy endings #anonymous #asks

[lostandsearching]

Your Loving Chains

That's such a sweet memory

Oh Wanda, Wanda, Wanda... When will you realise your mistake of leaving... I knew Vision would be an asshole but I wasn't sure just how much of one, the answer; a big one

I'm really liking all these comparisons of R and Vision with the flashbacks and how much healthier of a relationship it was with R

[“...I like that you’re a daydreamer, I just wish I could go with you”] - this is such a cute line!

[a part of her had to fight your gravity] - you have such a way with words

R knew she would choose truth! But of course asshole Vision strikes again!

I knew it! She was looking when R and Nat had their silent conversation!

Ooh Wanda checking R out 👀

[... allows her to breath, as if she had unknowingly stopped the day she walked away.] - !!! So good!

She finally knows something happened after the annihilation of R's heart break-up! I really want to see her reaction to everything that happened to R...

Oh I hope Vision is one of the character deaths you said would be coming...

[“We both know how you talk to friends Wanda. I was your friend after all”] - ouch, but for once I'm glad he said this, so she knows

I hate that he keeps cutting her off, people being interrupted is such a pet peeve of mine...

Steve being an interim father figure to Wanda is cute

[“He’s not Y/N”] - NO. HE'S. NOT!!

I really like flashbacks (with R) - at least when they're good memories - they're really cute

The way your linking stuff to the previous chapters 😙🤌 (this is the closest I can get to a chef's kiss)

I want to punch Vision

[“You guys looked like you had the thing everyone wants and not many find”] - ☺️

No Wanda, leaving R did not work out as you thought it would...! I thought it was all her but Vision is such a dick! It's been him this whole time!

PISS OFF VISION!

WHAT A MANIPULATIVE LITTLE BITCH!

[... the first time you tell her you love her first, she never said it back.] - ouch

[“If you want to apologize for your behavior, I’ll gladly accept it out of my love for you”] - oh you fucking idiot

Yes Wanda! It's your turn to cut him off!

[“... I should have never left her”] - no you shouldn't have!

[“... She never came out of Natasha’s room to even speak to you”] - ooh you fucked up dude...

Kill Kick his ass Wanda!

And that's all caught up from Wanda's POV...

[... a hurled Vision through the compound walls] - yeh boi!

Oh man I do feel bad for Wanda, she was a victim in all this too but she won't be getting any sympathy...

Oh man another year of not being together... I thought you would have ended it there but thankfully not...

Oh wait, is R gonna come back with a girlfriend..?

I'm glad with this time it's given Wanda time to somewhat heal...

Of course...

I'm gonna need some time to recover... (Also I would like to request more red flashbacks please - that shit was cute as hell)

- M

Hey O,

I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter :D

I haven't confirmed any deaths on this one yet but IF there is, it won't be the walking Mac I'm afraid.

R could be coming back with a girlfriend or not...who knows

I did originally end it earlier but I wasn't happy with it so rambled abit more hehe.

Thank you for reading and always love seeing your running commentary

#lost's asks #anon m

[delicatelyherdreams]

Pragma(tic) 23: Her Heart Betrays Her

Pairing: Persephone!Bucky Barnes x Hades!Reader

Summary: In a world where the old gods never truly died, you must learn to navigate your way through the ups and downs of immortality. And if living forever wasn’t hard enough, an ancient evil is now threatening to break free after centuries of silence. And as if that still wasn’t hard enough for you, now a pesky and infuriatingly handsome god is trying to wedge his way into your life. Gods, work, love, and conflict—what more could a goddess need? [Hades & Persephone AU]

Word Count: 6058

Warnings: Language, death, execution

Pragma(tic) Masterlist

Previous 22: She Unleashes Hell

You were hospitalized for a week for reasons beyond your comprehension.

Your mother insisted it be for at least that long, to monitor your health if nothing else. The battle against your father had left a gaping wound across your chest and damaged muscle in your shoulder and she had to be sure that you were healed enough to function. Despite your healing taking care of the situation within seventy-two hours, you remained in a hospital on Olympus for the full week.

Pietro was in and out of your room periodically but mostly left your care to the nymphs. He, after all, had a more pressing case on his hands than yours.

Bucky had been rushed to Olympus after Pietro got to him and emergency surgery was administered to remove the infected and burned tissue that made up his arm and prepare the flesh to be fitted with a prosthetic, should Bucky ask for one.

He was set up just rooms away from you, but you couldn’t make yourself get up to go see him. 

For one thing, his mother was constantly at his bedside, nursing the wounded god back to health as much as possible. You’d tried to go see him once, just after you were cleared for walking again, but—upon seeing Winnifred at his bedside—was turned away. The glare she’d shot you was so withering and filled with malice that there was no way you would’ve gotten near the god without her biting your head off. 

But, even if she wasn’t there at his side to guard him, you weren’t sure you’d be able to stand in his presence at all. After all, it was your fault he was hurt. He’d sacrificed his limb to save your life. If you’d never been in jeopardy at all, he might not be in this situation. 

The guilt you felt was overwhelming. Mixed in with the grief that held onto your heart, it was unbearable. 

You’d only seen Bucky once since the battle at Thessaly—in the dead of the night under the cover of darkness, stepping through the shadows where you could lurk silently and pretend you didn’t exist. You’d forced yourself into his room to reassure yourself that he was alive. But after checking him for a pulse and pressing a quick kiss to his forehead, you vanished, melting back into the shadows and reappearing in your bed, trying (and failing) to hold back anguished tears.

The guilt you felt kept you away, but, in reality, this was probably best anyway. 

After all, there’s no rest for a goddess.

Carol and Natasha had been briefed on how Kronos and his brothers escaped and a global manhunt for Pierce and Brock was issued. Any god, goddess, nymph, or otherwise who was able-bodied was ordered by the Queen of Olympus herself to hunt down the traitors to Olympus. You’d been informed of this twenty-four hours after the hunt had been issued, on the fourth day of your recovery.

You were unsurprised when Carol came in to tell you what she’d done and that they’d been found and apprehended. Of course, you knew that they’d have to face the consequences of their actions and you figured that it wouldn’t take them long to find them.

She told you delicately that Pierce, your previous lieutenant, and Brock, your ex-lover, were in the palace now, bound in the unbreakable chains and being held in the dungeon as they awaited trial.

The “trial” (if that was even what you could call it) took place the following day. You were kept away from it on account of your continuous recovery (despite the fact that the cuts had faded to ugly scars and you were doing everything as normal as usual) and so you did not attend. But Natasha came to you after to deliver the verdict. 

The price of their betrayal, in this case, and of this magnitude, was death. 

You should’ve expected this, but it still made your heart drop.

You couldn’t have cared less about Pierce’s fate. He’d never been your favorite in the Underworld and his actions against you were motivated by pure greed and selfishness. He’d betrayed the gods for himself, hoping to lift his ranking in the world and kill you.

But Brock… Brock’s punishment hurt you.

As much as his betrayal destroyed you, you didn’t want him to die for it. His betrayal had been misguided. He’d been under the impression that he would have you back if he helped the titans rise to power. As twisted as his actions had been and as much as you hated him for them, you still couldn’t make yourself wish death upon him.

Because it wasn’t really death that awaited him; it was annihilation. 

They didn’t have to explicitly say that, but you all knew it to be true. Annihilation was really the only fate for an immortal.

And odds were you were going to be the one to carry it out. After all, the only weapons in existence that could kill an immortal had either been destroyed or were in the possession of you and your sisters and you were the goddess of the dead and the Underworld. It was only natural that you’d be the executioner, no matter how much you hated it.

———

You hated your executioner gear. You despised the heavy black cloak and the black armor. You loathed the way it felt to wear them, feeling their weight flow directly to your heart and make it sink in your chest like a stone. You hated your bident, knowing that it was about to take a life.

It felt like eons since you’d last donned the uniform. It was the execution of Erebus that enabled you to become the goddess of deep darkness and shadows which had been over a thousand years ago. One of the good things about living in Olympus with as small of a community as you did was that no one ever really fucked up so badly they had to die.

Because of this, executions were few and far between; but that just made the ones that did happen that much more important and official.

All the gods dressed in their traditional robes. Carol would wear the purest white with her crown of lightning on her head. Natasha would dress in the ocean embodied in fabric with a crown of waves resting on her hair.

You dressed in the emptiest of blacks—literal shadows forming your cloak and armor—while donning a crown of precious gold swirling with the souls of the damned.

From there, the others would dress according to their role and domain, all looking regal and magnificent. 

You could sense them gathering in the town square outside the palace from where you stood in a guest room, preparing yourself for the emotionally-taxing event to come. Your body was fully healed and you’d been released from the hospital a few days ago. Carol had agreed to postpone the execution until you were well enough, but you could tell that she and the others were just itching for it to be over with. The remaining titans had already been sent back to Tartarus with reinforced prisons and this was the final obstacle standing in the way of normalcy. Once the traitors had been dealt with, the gods could return to the way things were before the panic that was the titans.

You overlooked the square where the gods were gathering. The execution stand had been set up in the center with two chopping blocks where the two prisoners were to be set up. It wouldn’t be long before Pierce and Brock were chained up and you would kill them. Opposite of the stand stood a raised platform where three thrones had been erected. Carol’s stood in the center with yours to the right and Natasha’s to the left. Though regal and begging for their occupants, you knew that one of them would remain vacant. 

You pulled anxiously at the laces that held your bracer on your arm. Your stomach churned and you found yourself wishing that you could be anywhere else.

Your unease was surprising to you. You’d never been this queasy at an execution before. In fact, you’d taken lives as mercilessly as death. But this one was different.

Probably because of who was being executed.

Knowing that Brock was about to die brought you more discomfort than you wanted to admit. It chilled you to the bone to think of him on that execution block, destroyed by your own hand. If you closed your eyes, you could almost imagine that none of this had come to pass. You could almost imagine that you were in bed with him a whole century ago, your head on his bare chest and his arms secured around your waist. 

What would’ve happened if this last year and a half had never happened? Would you still be with Brock, happily in denial about the reality of your relationship? Would things have been different? Would he never have felt the need to betray you in order to win you back? Would he not be dying today?

You had no doubt about Pierce’s fate. The god was corrupted by your father, enticed by the power he was promised. He would’ve betrayed you regardless and been sentenced to death. 

Of course, this alone possessed an issue for you. Pierce was a god and he had dominion over a necessary part of life: death. With his death, his dominion would be orphaned and the title of god of death would have to be passed on to a willing god.

But what god would take it? Everyone avoided death like the plague, especially the Olympians. That left you and you alone to take it over.

You didn’t mind this fate, but it scared you. Being the goddess of death would be a full-time job on its own. It demanded that you help lead the mortals to the Underworld when they die so that they don’t get stuck in the Mortal World. It wasn’t something you hadn’t done before, but millions of mortals died every day. You wouldn’t have the time to do such a task. 

A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts and you shuddered free. You let go of your laces and straightened up before calling out, “Come in!”

The hinges squealed as the door was pushed open and the sound of heels hitting the tile filled the room. “How are you doing?” came the voice of your youngest sister.

You breathed a chuckle and glanced over your shoulder at her. “Never better. My boyfriend is in the hospital and I’m about to kill my ex and my lieutenant. Life’s shaping up to be great.”

“You know, a little less sarcasm wouldn’t kill you.” The smile on Carol’s face was teasing as she sat down on the bed. 

“Actually, I live off of sarcasm so yes, it very well could kill me.” You turned around to face her and crossed your arms, a small smile of your own creeping onto your lips. “You don’t have to worry about me Carol, I’m fine.”

“Then why don’t I believe you?” She hummed and leaned forward. “How are you really handling all of this? The execution, Bucky, Dad’s death… I can’t imagine that any of it is easy on you.”

“It’s not, but when did life ever ask me what I wanted?” You hung your head. “Misfortune is not something I’m a stranger to. As shitty as it is, I’m used to something going wrong in some way or another. I think it comes with the territory.”

“I’m really sorry, (y/n).”

“Don’t be… It’s not your fault they did what they did. It’s not your fault that Dad was a psychopath or that Brock and Pierce… That they decided to follow him. They’re grown men. They made their own decisions. I just… I just wish…” The words were trapped in your throat.

“You just wish that it didn’t have to end in death.”

You nodded. “Pierce I understand. He’s a danger to us all so long as he lives. But Brock…”

She stood and crossed the room to you. Placing her hand on your shoulder, she gave you a weak smile. “I know you guys have a history together—one that I’ll probably never understand—and I know that he means something to you, but the law is the law. He’s already proven that we can’t trust him. He poisoned you, (y/n). He helped set our father free. We can’t just have someone like that running freely around Olympus.”

“I know.” Your voice was a ghost of a whisper as you lowered your gaze. “But that doesn’t mean I like it.”

“I know you don’t, and I’m sorry it had to come to this.” 

You didn’t say anything; you just hung your head. You hated this situation more than you would say. You knew they had to die, but you weren’t ready for it.

“Hey…” Carol said after a while. “Why don’t… Why don’t you sit this one out? I can take care of the… The execution. You don’t have to do this.”

That caught your attention. You looked up, your eyes widening. “Really?”

“Yeah! It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to do anything official like this. Besides… You shouldn’t have to have that on your conscience.”

A weak smile pulled at your lips and you nodded. “Thank you, Carol.”

“Don’t mention it.” She rubbed small circles on your shoulder and took a step back. 

Given distance from her, you sighed. “Pierce is dying today.”

“Yes, he is.”

“He is the god of death. His dominion will be orphaned after he is gone.”

“I know. We’re going to have to find him a replacement.”

“You know that none of the Olympians will take it.”

She sighed. “I know.”

“And I know you and Nat can’t, so…”

“So you will?”

“I suppose I’ll have to. I just don’t know how I’m going to balance that with running the Underworld.”

“You really can’t.”

“I know…”

She bit her lip and shifted her weight. “I can’t ask that of you.”

“But you have to.”

“I do…” She exhaled sharply. “But, if you do it, I can promise that it will only be temporary—just until I can find a permanent replacement.”

“You can do that?”

“I’m the queen of the gods. I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

That drew a laugh out of you and you nodded. “Yeah, I guess you can.”

“So you’ll take it temporarily?”

“Yeah. But you better find a replacement quick or I might just die from the stress.”

“Duly noted.” She smiled softly and looked around the room. “Will you stay up here during the execution?”

Pressing your lips together, you shook your head. “No. I think I will go down for the execution. It would be informal to exclude one of the three queens.” You turned away from Carol and looked down at the pavilion where the gods had begun taking their places. Apprehension and foreboding took hold of your heart as you said, “I can manage it.”

———

Despite the sun beating down on Olympus, the air was cold. Your throne was chilled to the touch as you sat there. Your foot taped anxiously on the ground as your eyes stayed locked on your sister. 

Carol stood on the execution platform, her staff of lightning towering above her head as it hummed and crackled with raw power. The light oozing from its surface was blinding.

You’d only seen the awesome weapon a handful of times; once when it was being forged, once during the first Titanomachy, and most recently when you fought and killed your father just days ago. And now it was about to execute a god and a naiad.

She was stiff as she looked out over the assembled Olympians. She took a deep breath and a hush fell over the crowd as the event began. 

“Citizens of Olympus,” she called out, her voice magnified in the square. “We have come here today to deliver justice to those who have betrayed us. Their fate is not one that we would wish upon anyone, but it is necessary. In order to safeguard our peace and preserve our safety, the traitors have been sentenced to death. I, Carol, Queen of Olympus, shall officiate this execution. Now, bring forth the traitors.”

Tony was the one to obey her orders, emerging from thin air and holding onto an unbreakable chain of his own creation. 

Pierce was the first into the light, his wings trembling under the sun and his hands and feet bound in shackles that were attached to the chain Tony was holding. He’d grown paler in just the week of his imprisonment. He wore a scowl on his face as he glared at the gods. He was angry with them. He wanted to lash out and try and kill them all.

But he would not. His bindings prevented it. In addition to being unbreakable, they also inhibited all powers and godly abilities. So long as he was held by them, he would not be able to do anything.

Brock emerged seconds later, more mellow and resigned than his predecessor. He looked defeated and miserable. Filled with guilt, he couldn’t even look up at the gods that watched him. The blue in his cheeks was more pronounced in the shadow of shame. You could tell just from his posture that he regretted everything that led up to this moment. 

But what was done was done and he and Pierce were being led to their death.

Tony took them onto the platform and shoved them down to their knees in front of the chopping blocks. He secured Pierce’s shackles to the ground first, knowing that the god would try anything if given the chance. The naiad, on the other hand, was more placid and obedient.

You could feel your heart trying to crawl up your throat so it could run away. It didn’t want to be here any more than you did.

Your hands tightened on your armrests and you gripped the vibranium so tightly you were sure that you were denting it. Your crown was heavy on your head, adding to the stress you already felt. Your stomach churned and your body trembled. Your breathing was growing heavy.

But nobody paid you any attention. You hardly even paid yourself attention as you watched Carol tower over the men bound before her. She addressed Pierce first, her eyes beginning to glow white with power. Her stare was cold as stone as she thundered, “Alexander Pierce, god of death, you are guilty of treason against Olympus, conspiring against the gods, collaborating with our most ancient enemy, freeing the titans, and the attempted murder of the Queen of Hades. For this, the decided punishment is death. Have you any last words?”

His piercing blue eyes fluttered up and scanned all of the gods until they settled on you and iced over with malice. “I have none,” he said, his voice low and even, “save for: I only regret that I did not succeed in killing you, (y/n). Death would’ve been such a good look on you.” 

“And I’m sure it will be the same on you,” you said casually as you met his eyes. You would not miss looking into those eyes one bit. Tearing your gaze away from him, you looked up at Carol.

Her white eyes met yours and she hesitated for a second. Her posture begged your permission to carry on.

You simply gave a slight nod of your head.

Taking your approval, Carol took a deep breath and gripped her staff tighter. “Your time has come. May the Fates have mercy on your immortal soul.” She lifted her staff over her head, positioning it so it would fall on his neck. With one swift and powerful movement, she pulled it down and it crashed on his skin.

With a scream of agony, he burst into ash. The power had been too much for even his immortal body to handle and he vaporized on the spot.

You turned your eyes away from the scene and suppressed a shudder

If there was one good thing about these executions, it was that there was no body to clean up because there was no body left behind.

Nothing remained of the god. The only things that even suggested his existence were the shackles that had fallen to the ground and a ball of black light that hovered over the execution block.

At once the gods broke out into murmuring as they eyed the ball warily. They could feel the death and decay radiating from it and so could you.

After all, it was death itself.

The ball of light was death, Pierce’s dominion concentrated into one area and left without a vessel.

Carol set her staff down on the platform and walked over to the ball. She held her hands around it, careful not to touch it, and looked out over the crowd. “The god of death is dead. His successor must be named. Who will step up and claim this role?”

There was an uncomfortable murmur among the gods as you expected. No one wanted it. It was a good thing you’d already accepted your fate. 

Shoving yourself into a standing position, you rolled your shoulders back and raised your hand. “I will, for a temporary amount of time. A replacement will need to be found for me but until then… I, (y/n) Aidoneus, accept the role of goddess of death. I take on this role being of sound mind and of my own volition, therefore claiming all of its responsibilities and obligations. I swear to uphold the position and carry out its requirements until a time when it can be claimed permanently. Allow me to embrace this position, and seal me as the goddess of death.”

The orb was before you in an instant as it sank into your chest. You could feel the chill of death seeping in, spreading to your fingers and your toes until you were as cold as ice. You felt the vacancy, the absence of life, filling you to the core. 

It was hard to breathe for a moment as your body adjusted to the intruder, but it wasn't long before you were accepting death as if it had been yours for a long, long time. Finding your breath again, you gave a curt cough and sat back down. Looking at Carol, you nodded your head.

It’s been done.

She breathed a sigh of relief. She was glad it’d taken well. Now there was one less thing on her plate. “Very good, then,” she said, her voice commanding attention once more. “Let us continue.” She turned her gaze to Brock and the white of her eyes intensified. “Brock Rumlow, naiad of the River Cocytus, you are guilty of treason against Olympus, aiding the god of death in the liberation of the titans, conspiring against the gods, and the attempted murder of the Queen of Hades. For this, the decided punishment is death. Have you any last words?”

For the first time that day, you allowed yourself to look at Brock and really let his appearance set in.

He was scared. You could see it in his eyes. He’d never been able to hide that sort of thing from you. But more than scared, he looked sad and defeated. He felt like he deserved this—he did deserve this. He wasn’t paying any attention to the powerful gods around him as he knelt on the chopping block. Instead, his chin was tilted up and those brown eyes you’d gazed into so many times were set on you. He gave you a weak smile as he met your eyes and he nodded. “Yeah… Just a few.” He swallowed thickly. “I’m… I’m sorry, Precious,” he said addressing you. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I should’ve treated you better. I just didn’t know how to and I’m sorry for that. Please… Find it in your heart to forgive me.”

You couldn’t breathe. Your heart had climbed so far up in your throat that it blocked all airways. Your eyes burned as you stared at him. This man had been your first love, your love for the longest time. Never in a million years would you have guessed you’d be where you were now. You wished this was all some sick dream, that it never had to come to this.

You knew you shouldn’t be feeling this. Brock had tried to kill you, after all. He’d abused you for so many years and left you broken time after time. You should’ve hated him—should’ve been glad he was about to die. But your heart betrayed you, filling you with a sadness you wished you’d never known. You could feel pain rising up in your belly as red filled the edge of your vision.

Having said his fill, Brock closed his eyes and bowed his head over the block as he accepted his fate. 

Carol took that as her cue as she took a deep breath and tightened her grip on her weapon. “Brock Rumlow, your time has come. May the Fates have mercy on your immortal soul.”

You saw the world move in slow motion. Carol pulled her staff above her head again, poising to bring it down on his neck.

Brock tensed as he braced himself to follow Pierce in death.

You saw the lightning flash, heard it crackle as Carol brought her staff down in an arc. Sparks flew through the air as it rained down onto Brock.

Fire erupted in your stomach and flowed throughout your body, possessing you to stand and scream, “Stop!” The world was fully red now and your chest was rising and falling with labored breaths.

The lightning halted just centimeters away from his neck, and both Carol and Brock looked up at you in surprise.

You could only imagine how wild you looked. The world was clouded with red so you knew that your irises had already turned, but the red alone did not cast insanity on your figure. Your lips were parted in desperation and you were almost lunging at the pair. 

Carol frowned up at you as she retracted her weapon. “(y/n)?”

“Stop,” you repeated again, your voice a shallow whisper. “Don’t. Please don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Kill him. Please don’t kill him.” The heart of a younger goddess had its hold on you. Suddenly you were young again, gazing at Brock through the eyes of someone who had loved him at one point. And though the feelings had gone and died, the urge to protect him had not.

“What?” Carol was confused as she looked up at you. “But, (y/n), he poisoned you. He tried to kill—”

“I know what he did!” you snapped, your voice thundering out, amplified by the surrounding silence. “I was there for his confession, but I can’t let you kill him.”

She set the lightning down at her side, the base of it painfully close to Brock’s face. “And why not?”

“Because I…” You what? You didn’t love him, that was for damn sure, but you couldn’t make yourself loathe him. Despite all the evil he had done towards you and your family, you couldn’t let him die. You’d invested too much of yourself in him. To let him be executed now in front of you would tear your heart in two. Despite where you were with him now, he was your first love, and you couldn’t just let that go.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked down from the dais, locking your eyes with Carol and shoving as much pleading as you could into them. “I can’t let him die. Please, Carol, punish him, but don’t take his life.”

Brock stared at you, his mouth agape, and he mumbled, “Precious…”

Carol slammed her staff into the ground, causing sparks to fly. “Silence,” she hissed, her voice deadly, before looking at you, taking in your desperation. At once she understood. You could see it in the way her eyes softened when she saw your desperation and in the way her grip on the staff of lightning relaxed. She was silent for a few moments, glancing around at the assembly of gods before looking back down to the man whose head sat upon the chopping block.

Letting out a heavy breath, she said, “Very well.”

There was no reaction from the gods, though you could tell they wanted to protest. This was the man that had aided one of their greatest enemies escape, who had poisoned one of their own (although distant and often disliked) and who had betrayed them. They wanted him dead, but they knew better than to go against the decision of a queen.

A weight was suddenly lifted off your chest and you could breathe again. You eased yourself back down onto your throne, your heart hammering in your chest as you looked at Carol expectantly.

Carol looked back at Brock, her eyes beginning to glow white. After a moment of deliberation, she seemed to settle on a new punishment. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her staff and pointed it at Brock’s head. 

He flinched away from the light, squeezing his eyes shut as if the action would shield him from whatever she was about to do.

She didn’t care, and when she spoke, her voice was filled with untamed and absolute power. “Brock Rumlow, naiad of the River Cocytus, you have been pardoned from the ultimate punishment of death. However, your treasonous crimes against the Queen of Hades and the gods of Olympus still stand and thus you must be punished accordingly.” She inhaled sharply and lifted her staff over his head, letting it hover there threateningly. “I hereby strip you of your immortality, damning you to live and die among the mortals. You will never again walk with the gods or spirits you called friend or foe. You will live out the rest of your days bearing the weight of your sins and your crimes, and when you die, you will be condemned to the nothingness of the Asphodel Meadows. Never again will you be welcomed on Olympus or experience the comforts of immortality. May the Fates have mercy on your mortal soul.”

As soon as the last few syllables were spoken, the punishment took effect. The blue drained from Brock’s face, the markings that identified him as an immortal naiad vanished, and his skin took on the rosy hue that most mortals had. The change wasn’t drastic, but it was obvious to you; in those few seconds, he became human—mortal.

Brock gasped for air as the change took hold on his body and he crumpled to the ground. You could only imagine how painful it would be to have such a big part of you stolen away, but you wagered it was better than an immortal death. 

Carol paid no attention to him as she turned to address the gods. “This concludes the execution,” she said, her voice dismissive. “Thank you all for attending. Never again will the guilty threaten our safety. We can rest in peace. The second Titanomachy is over, once and for all.”

No one but you stuck around long. Natasha stayed by your side, seated in her own throne. Carol waited until most gods had gone before turning to you. “I will take him to the Mortal World. Will you be okay?”

You didn’t need to ask who she spoke of. You nodded, not looking down at the mortal before you. “Yes. Thank you, Carol. I appreciate it more than you know.”

She smiled softly. “You ask so little of me; it was the least I could do for you. I will make sure he has arrangements, though they will not be the most luxurious.”

“I would expect nothing else.”

She turned her eyes to Nat. “Would you come with me? It’s been a while since I’ve been among mortals.”

Natasha hesitated for a moment, turning to you to see if you needed her. 

You simply waved your hand. “Go on. I’m a big girl; I can handle myself.”

Chuckling, Natasha nodded. “Then yes. Let’s go as soon as possible. I’m starving and don’t want this to take all day.”

In the blink of an eye, they were gone and you were left alone.

Well, almost alone.

Two gods lingered in the square.

Tony stood at the base of your platform and smiled up at you. “You sure you’re alright, kid?”

“Yeah, Tony,” you said, standing and approaching him. Despite your status, it was rude to tower over him. You crossed over to the edge of the platform and sat down so you were level with him. “I’m just stressed.”

Pepper stood beside him, leaning into him. The woman’s eyes were soft as she looked you over. “We can tell. It’s not just this execution that was stressing you out, was it?”

You pursed your lips and let out a soft sigh. No, it wasn’t. Sure it had been the main cause of your distress, but now that it was over, you were still on edge.

“It’s a boy,” Tony said, but it wasn’t a question. It was more like he knew exactly what he was talking about.

A boy… It was Bucky… 

You chuckled and hung your head. “Yeah… I guess it is. How did you know?”

“Cause I was in with him the other day getting him fit for a prosthetic. He misses you. He was asking about you and, even though I told him I don’t talk to you much, he wouldn’t quit. He said that I was the only god he could really ask. His mother doesn’t like you and Pietro is too busy with his medicine to really check in on you. I was the only one he could ask.”

He missed you. Well, if you didn’t feel like shit before, you did now.

You couldn’t go see him yet. No, the guilt of being the cause of his pain was too much. If not for you, he would’ve never lost his arm, would’ve never thrown caution to the wind like that. If you’d never met him he would’ve never gone through the pain and heartache you forced him into. You couldn’t see him until you had something to absolve you of your guilt and by holding off, you were just putting him through more pain. 

Besides, you weren’t emotionally-able to take that on just yet. With the death of your father and lieutenant and the exile of your ex-lover, you weren’t able to tolerate anything else that would tug at your heartstrings; you didn’t have the capacity to deal anymore. You couldn't see him or let him see you like this.

You hung your head. “I can’t go see him… I can’t handle it right now.”

“It’s alright, (y/n),” Pepper cooed, putting her hand on your shoulder to soothe you. “We get it. You’ve been through a lot these past few days.”

“I know… I just… ” You exhaled sharply and doubled over, folding your hands over your knees and letting your forehead rest atop them. “I just don’t know what to do now. For the first time in my life, I have nothing. No cards left to play. I have no control.”

“You could always come to the forges,” Tony said, his voice kind and gentle. “Y’know, whenever I get stressed and feel like the world is out of control, I build. It helps me take my mind off of things and gives me something that is mine and mine alone. Besides, it’s nice to do something with your hands. I can teach you if you want. It could be therapeutic.”

You lifted your eyes to look at him. “Really?”

“Of course. You’ve just gotta deal with my insanity.” He gave you a lopsided grin. “You don’t have to make up your mind now, but my doors are always open if—”

“Yes.”

“Pardon?”

“Yes, I’ll come and work with you. Just until I can get my mind set straight again.” You took a deep breath. “So, when can I begin?”

Next 24: She Mends a Body and a Heart

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[alirhi]

WF chapter 18

Title: Winter's Frost Chapter: 18/? Fandom: MCU Rating: R to be on the safe side Pairing: Loki/Bucky Summary: Loki never told anyone the real reason he became so obsessed with Midgard. Much better to let them think he wanted to hurt his brother than draw their attention to the one thing in the universe that makes the God of Mischief truly vulnerable.

"If I hadn't carefully orchestrated it myself, I'd be deeply embarrassed that I was defeated by this band of buffoons!"

Bucky shook his head, hiding a smile as he ran his fingers through Loki's dark hair. "Just because you're a genius doesn't mean they're idiots. They might prove helpful."

Rolling his eyes, Loki grumbled, "It took them three days and the deaths of eighty innocent people to even bother trying to assemble a team."

"And who killed those people?"

He tensed. "A building collapsed on them! It was hardly my fault. Though they were quick to assign the blame to me, of course."

"If a building collapsed on them, can you really blame The Avengers for not rallying in time to save them?"

"James?"

"Hm?"

Shaking his head, he framed his lover's infuriatingly pretty face with both hands and kissed him. "Do be a dear and shut up."

Bucky smirked. "Put my mouth to better use, then."

"Haven't I already?"

"Alright, that's enough!" Stark chose that moment to burst through the door he'd locked them behind so he and the other Avengers could argue uninterrupted. "Frosty, Manchurian Candidate, you're up. And quit slobbering all over each other! I didn't put you in here to make a porno."

"I didn't ask you to film us," Loki shot back, his playful smirk turning into a grin when he felt Bucky tense and shake beneath him with suppressed laughter.

"Can he even consent?" He glanced at Bucky. "Can you even...? Do you even know what sex is? Just how scrambled is your brain?"

"I've got a kid," Bucky reminded him, all amusement gone from his suddenly steely expression. "I think I've got a pretty good handle on the process, yeah. My memory's spotty at best, but I'm not a robot." Under his breath, he grumbled, "Just make sure Natalia-sorry, Natasha – sticks to English, and we'll be fine."

"No one will ever use those words against you again," Loki swore, letting out an irritated huff at Stark's pointed look and making a grand show of his reluctance to comply as he peeled himself off of his beloved's lap. "Well? What is it you need?"

"Information. What this Thanos guy is after, where he's going, how long we've got... We need to know what you know."

"In general? We haven't that much time." Bucky pinched his arm and Loki rolled his eyes again. "Pertaining to the issue at hand, I'm afraid I've very little to offer." Still, he and Bucky followed Stark back out into the main room, hand in hand, to face the rest of the rather tense people who still believed Loki had been trying to kill them only a week earlier.

"Why should we trust you?" Banner asked him point-blank before he'd even reached the table the others were seated around.

Loki snorted. "Oh, heavens, don't! Never trust anyone."

"Loki..."

Sighing, he gave Thor a snarky look and went on, "If I think there's even a chance your deaths will save my family, I will not hesitate to push any one of you in front of a blade or blast. My partner and daughter are my priority, first and always."

"For the record," Bucky piped up somewhat timidly, even adorably raising his hand like a schoolchild. He cast Rogers an apologetic look and mumbled, "Same. I love you, Steve – I barely remember you, but I love you like a very annoying kid brother. But if it ever comes to a choice between saving you or Eira, you're a human shield and I'm running very far away with her."

To his credit, Rogers laughed and ruffled his childhood friend's hair. "Even without your memories, you're still the same protective, pragmatic Buck. I wouldn't have it any other way. Anyone here take issue with parents prioritizing their child's life?"

Thor chuckled, looking uncomfortable. "I'll happily smack some sense into anyone who does. She's a baby; there should never be a second's hesitation."

"Speaking of shields," Loki cut in, hiding a surprised smile at the unexpected support and attempting to get the conversation back on track, "are we going to address the issue of HYDRA operatives within SHIELD's ranks as a group, or am I left to indiscriminately annihilate them all myself?"

"What?!"

"HYDRA infiltrated SHIELD?!"

"I keep telling you not to trust those shady government types."

"Fury's one of those 'shady government types' and he saved your ass, Stark!"

"Oh, did he? Is that what you call firing a nuke at New York City?"

"Fury didn't do that and you know it!"

"Um, no. I don't know that, actually. What I know is that your bosses tried to level Manhattan and I almost died on the wrong side of a wormhole to space, so trusting them? Not high on my list right now."

"For Frigga's sake!" Loki shouted, dropping his head into his hands. "No bloody wonder you people needed my help to 'defeat' me!"

Five incredulous stares – along with one embarrassed and one greatly amused – met this exclamation. Grateful that the stares at least came with silence, he began ticking points off on his fingers as he spoke. "Creating a scene in Germany so I'd be easy to find, allowing you to 'capture' me..." ensuring Thor's relative safety while getting him out of my way. Even with their gradually mending relationship, he'd never admit that aloud. Allowing the thought to pass by unvoiced, he skipped to the next: "Keeping that vessel you were on from falling apart or crashing before you could repair the turbine, setting up the portal in the most painfully obvious place on your little planet! Waiting around for you to catch up, ensuring Stark had safeguards in place before ejecting him out of a window so he wouldn't die – I quite like you, Stark. I would truly have hated to see you splattered on the pavement."

"Um... Thanks?"

Romanov was still staring at him as though he'd grown another head. He was tempted to do so, just to see if the saying proved true, or if her expression would actually change. "So you're saying you lost on purpose?"

"Oh, did you think five little humans actually brought down a God?" The mocking smile he gave her, and her sour look in return, brought him such immense joy that for a brief, shining moment, he almost forgot that the entire universe was in mortal peril. "That is adorable."

For the briefest of moments, he'd also forgotten about Banner. He cringed when from the other end of the table he heard a quiet, "Should I let the other guy out to play and see how 'adorable' you still think we are?"

"Even the beast won't be able to stand against Thanos," Loki pointed out, hiding his discomfort and getting back to the main topic. "And now that you have two of the artifacts he's hunting for, he'll be coming straight for you."

"No, we don't." Barton's tone started out casually dismissive, but grew more concerned as he went on. "I mean, they're here on the planet, but we don't have them."

Everyone seated around the table seemed to realize the full implications of the shit storm ahead of them at once. As expressions crumbled from bored or concerned to alarmed and then to an odd combination of panicked and weary, Romanov groaned. "SHIELD has them."

Loki was beginning to think he should simply glue his hand to his face. "I hate you all."

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[stony-spn]

Wedding Planner

(Established relationship, Avengers as family, soft/fluff, 1351 words) 

It was a normal Friday night with the team. They all were helping Tony with food. Everyone had a task to do, which they were doing poorly but hey who is Tony to point that out and break their hearts. This became somewhat of a routine for Friday night where they all joined in the common kitchen to help Tony with the food so they all can have so much food to stuff in their faces during movie night. So yeah normal Friday.

“Why is their more flour on your faces than on the counter top?” Tony yelled at Steve and Thor who had one job to put flour on the counter so he can roll the pizza dough.

“Can’t I trust you both for a single job? No. You two are the biggest children I have ever met. Clint gives me less stress.” Tony continued his speech but with the looks on both their faces it was clear that this was a lost cause. 

“Hey! I am a great boy. Look I did my job wonderfully.” Clint interrupted to show off the sauce collection that Tony asked him to take out.

“I would have done this too if it wasn’t for Steve messing up my work.” Thor replied in his defense while punching Steve in his arm.

“Well in my defense my love looks so cute when he gets frustrated like that.” Steve answered in glee as he came up to Tony and kissed his button nose that he loves so much.

“You are a pain in my ass Steven.” Tony returned with annoyance clear in his voice.

“Actually that is true.” Steve joyed with pride.

“I need to tell TMZ or Late Late show or anyone that Captain America isn’t the vanilla they think he is. He is worse than me.”

“Hey! How about you both keep it kids friendly for us?” Bruce called out in between Tony’s rant about ratting his beloved boyfriend.

After the dinner was made the team made their way into the living room. All of them were sat around each other while listening to one of Thor’s great adventures.

“Stop” Tony said in between his laughs and playfully slapped Steve’s face away that had been gazing at him for ten minutes straight now.

“You look really beautiful” Steve replied still looking at his boyfriend who couldn’t stop blushing now.

“I wanted to do this later but, Hey Thor buddy shut up for a minute.” Steve stood up only to kneel down in front of Tony.

Tony couldn’t believe this was happening. He could hear gasps coming from all around them but he only had eyes for Steve. And Steve only had eyes for him.

“Anthony Edward Stark you are the most incredible person I ever met. My life is wonderful because you are with me, you make me happy even if I feel sad and low. Your smile lightens up my life and all the darkness disappear. Your love has made me crazy. I will love you till the end of my life. Whatever our souls are made out of, yours and mine are the same. If all else perished, and you remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and you were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger. I don’t know what else to say I forgot the rest of my speech. And I should have stick to the plan and taken you out. Should have done this properly. You deserve so much better. You deserve the world. Baby please it would be my honor to marry you so will you marry me? Please.” Steve poured his heart out as tears threatened to fall any moment. His heart was beating so fast making his head spin. Maybe he shouldn’t have done it like this. He is an idiot.

Steve opened the velvet box he was holding to reveal a ring that had 35 solitaire diamonds, surrounding a 15 carat diamond in the middle.

The first thing out of Tony’s mouth after the speech was a gasp at seeing the ring his engagement. Tony couldn’t see it properly with all the tears in his eyes.

“I know I should ha...” Steve was interrupted as he was been lifted by his shirt’s collar.

As soon as he was on his feet again Tony was kissing him. It wasn’t the best kiss. It was all teeth and tears and gasping but it was still one of the most beautiful ones.

“Bambi you have to answer.” Steve managed to say in between the kisses.

“Yes.” Tony whispered and nodded his head.

Around them the team busted in cheers and laughs. Tony couldn’t say or do anything but cry and look at his ring. The team was hugging them all at once in a big family hug but Tony couldn’t pay attention to anything.

After a few minutes of processing. Tony was sitting on Steve’s lap while the rest of them were back in their positions. All talking but Tony still couldn’t keep eyes off of his ring.

“We are so having a spring wedding. It won’t be too hot or too cold. It will be prefect.” Natasha beamed from where she was sitting.

“I actually love that. You, Pepper and I have so much work to do. Spring is like two months away. That is if you want to get married this year.” Tony turned towards his fiancé this is crazy he had a fiancé and it was Steve the love of his love.

“Bambi if it is up to me I would take you to the City Hall tomorrow and get married.” Steve replied while kissing Tony’s temple and the ring on his fiancé’s hand.

“Steven don’t you dare” Pepper stared holes in Steve’s head due to his previous statement.

Steve raised his hands in surrender. Look he can lift Mjolnir and punch Nazis but he isn’t going to stand in the way of Tony, Natasha and Pepper planning a wedding. He isn’t suicidal.

“You better take care of Tony. I mean it. Or else I will whoop your ass Steve. Leader or not.” Rhodes threatened Steve for the nth time tonight.

“Hey no whooping my fiancé’s ass.” Tony pouted at his best friend.

“OH I WANT TO WEAR A VEIL. STEVE CAN I WEAR A VEIL?” Tony jumped on Steve’s lap with excitement. He always saw brides wear veil and he thought they looked beautiful. And he wanted to look beautiful for Steve on their wedding day. 

“It will be your day bambi. You can wear whatever you want. It will be my privilege to wait for you at the end of the aisle sweetheart.” Steve returned with so much love that it made Tony’s eyes tear up again. But it was okay because Steve was there to kiss them away.

“This is so cute and gross that it is making me vomit.” Clint said somewhere behind them.

“You know how to ruin a moment. Can you let them be all over each other tonight. They just got engaged.” Bruce punched Clint’s arm.

“THIS CALLS FOR ONE OF TONY’S FAMOUS PARTIES. WE SHALL INVITE EVERYONE WE KNOW AND DELIVER THE NEWS OF THIS WEDDING WE ARE HAVING. I CAN’T WAIT TO BE A UNCLE THOR.” Thor yelled has he filled his mouth with more sweets. Guess what even Thor can get sweet high.

“No one is becoming uncle or aunt for a while” Steve called back laughing.

“So spring wedding. Ladies you both and I have so much work to do in just two months. Are you up for a challenge?” Tony clapped his hands together has he was getting ready for war.

This might just not be a normal Friday after all. Tony got his fiancé and his family around him and a big wedding that needs to be planned. Things might just go from crazy to crazier but that was okay he had his people around him to help him. In two months he’ll be entering a new chapter of his life with his Steve. He couldn’t be happier.

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[ohwereusingourmadeupnames]

Happy Birthday, Tony Stark

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Rating: Mature (M) Word Count: ~11k Notes: Tony’s birthday is an important holiday in my life - so I decided to celebrate with this cute little fic. @stark-bb supplied the beauty for the end & I’m really happy with the way it turned out. Happy Birthday, Tony - this is how 50 should have gone for you!  Warnings: endgame fix-it (kind of), NSFW stuff, hurt/comfort, insecure!Tony Summary: 

It's Tony Stark's birthday - which means there's tons of reasons to celebrate. Check out his relationship with Peter over the course of two birthday's.

For his 50th, Peter goes all out - but is it really the night that Tony wanted?

Or, the one where Peter plans a party and all Tony wants is his love instead.

Read it on A03 here

In retrospect, after Thanos, actually getting to 50 was a miraculous thing.

It took him and Bruce 6 months to figure out how to bring everyone back after the snap. The easiest part of it all was going back in time to collect all of the stones – despite a couple of little hiccups, the job was well done. The gauntlet Tony constructed could easily be coined as one of his greatest technological masterpieces – and when Cara Danvers came back looking for Nick Fury, their answer to who would yield it was nicely answered.

There wasn’t much time between the stones being used and the gauntlet being stolen right out from under their grasp. With the total annihilation of Avenger’s tower, it didn’t seem all that surprising that they were all of the sudden looking down into the abyss of a full-on war. There were so many of Thanos’ troops that for the first little bit of the battle – it didn’t seem like they were going to get anywhere close to winning.

Then, the portals opened up and every single person Tony could remember ever hearing about or seeing stepped through. His eyes caught and kept Peter’s when Cara pulled him out of the ditch with the gauntlet held tightly in his arms. There were so many other things that were important in that moment – the world was on the cusp of decimation once again – yet, he couldn’t break the eye contact. He didn’t want to.

Pulling Peter into his arms the second he could felt like the most natural thing in the world – when the kid dusted in them not that long ago, the world felt a little less special. Now, the scale shifted back to normal. The picture of him and Peter they took when he put together his ‘internship’ was one of the biggest catalysts in his adamancy in figuring out how to solve the time travel issue and put things back to right.

He didn’t plan to press the kiss against his cheek – the adrenaline of battle and finally succeeding made it easy to override the thinking portion of his choice of actions. Peter melted into him and it suddenly felt more than okay. The mumbled “this is nice” drove home the point and Tony let himself have that – the embrace, the comfort, even the solace that came from having Peter back again.

The rage of battle swept them away from each other and for a while, Tony was focused on being the perfect distraction for Cara – her final move of sweeping and engaging just enough to get the stones off of Thanos and onto the gauntlet the single greatest in Avenger history. Watching Thanos drift away into nothingness felt more satisfying than Tony cared to admit – and when he fell to his knees, it was from being overwhelmed that maybe, just maybe, they saved the world for good.

Aftermath in the face of a tragedy that only half of the population remembered was a little weird. It took a lot of explaining to the ones they lost for everyone to make sense of the missing time – of the life that got put on hold because of a crazy vendetta. Tony tried hard to document the progress he and Bruce made through the construction of the time machine and their ideas about the stones so he could explain to anyone that asked. Though – it was unsurprising that Peter was the only one that even wanted to know.

So – Tony explained it to him. They talked through the schematics he initially drew up when solving the irregular blip that Bruce initially couldn’t. Peter’s questions were educated and the things he inferred before Tony could tell him were some that even Bruce did not conclude. He can’t help but be impressed by the kid’s true intelligence. Tony spent so much time trying to protect him, he never took the time to pay the closet attention to him as a person – to the extremely smart and talented individually Peter absolutely was.

In the end, the boy left with a much clearer understanding of the ins and outs of the journey to get him back. It appeased him a grand total of two days before Peter came knocking again. His excuse didn’t seem nearly as sound this time. He kept listening for May to come through the door even though he knew she was working the overnight shift – Tony could see it for what it was, a plea for distraction, for the company of another human being that wasn’t going to ask questions or wonder out loud about things that shouldn’t be spoken about ever again.

It quickly became a routine between them – Peter showing up later into the night with a feeble excuse to come in and spend time with Tony. Tony didn’t spend any time pretending, though – each time it happened, he opened the door and let Peter come in without worrying about the muttered excuse thrown his way.

Dealing with shit was a personal thing, the understanding of that was something Tony knew very intimately.

His own special way of dealing pulled him away from Pepper – their relationship crumbling at the seams when Tony refused to give up the suit. After everything, he felt it to be too big of a compromise – he loved her, but some things were bigger than ultimatums and their inevitable consequences. Losing half of the population made that pretty clear.

And though Tony hated to admit it, he came to rely on the kid’s presence – their late night tv binges one of the only things that chased the nightmares away. Despite seeing him on an almost daily basis now, Tony still dreamt about the way Peter faded from his arms, the impossible to hold feeling of dust running through his hands the worst part of it all. He figured they would stop when the world started to spin the right way again – yet, he couldn’t escape them. It took a lot more brain bytes than he originally thought to push away the few reasons he could come up with as to why that actually was.

No matter how much he didn’t want to think about it, letting Peter in all of those nights ago set the course for them. Tony couldn’t deny that he learned to heal a little more every single time Peter came through the door – the ease in their conversation slowly but surely becoming something that Tony couldn’t live without. They forged a closeness with every night that past – one that Tony quickly had to put in a safe category. There were so many times he found himself wanting to reach across the couch and grip Peter’s hand in his own. So quickly, Peter became a steady source of comfort.

Sooner rather than later, the Avengers were suiting back up – the idea of instituting regular rounds and patrolling schedules winning without question when Steve brought it up. If they were going to deal with entities like Thanos ever again, the need to be better prepared reigned supreme. Luckily, the rest of the group recognized his and Peter’s familiarity and always paired them up. It felt nice to work with him and Tony absorbed every single second of it. They were constantly learning together and when the time came to actually fight, they’d be prepared – some of their tag team moves way more than enough to truly debilitate an opponent.

Of course, being patrol partners meant dealing with the times that things turned to shit. Though there weren’t big time things forcing all of the Avenger’s to assemble, they still dealt with things that were dangerous. Peter, no matter how many times Tony shouted at him about keeping it on the safer side, refused to ignore intuition – even if it led him astray nine times out of ten. It was extremely frustrating, and the only downfall Tony could find with being back to saving the world so soon after the last time.

Things got interesting when Peter almost died taking down Mysterio. It took them a few minutes longer than they expected to get across the pond and into a position where they could help – so Peter handled a lot of it on his own. Tony was glad they spent all the time they did training – some of the moves Friday showed him were truly impressive and genuinely lifesaving. It felt shitty to find Peter broken and bloody – there was no mistaking the pure intensity of the battle that raged before him.

Tony pushed aside all of his personal feelings and helped solve the problem – the best thing he could do for Peter was get things under control, there wouldn’t be any need for the younger man to have to fight so hard after that. It took the two of them and some well-planned drop-ins from Steve and Natasha to put everything to rest. When things were finally over, Peter slumped over against Tony and howled, the tears just as much from frustration as exhaustion and pain. He didn’t let Tony detach the entire time Dr. Cho took a look at him – he stayed by his side and talked him through what happened – tried to keep him calm when a bone was reset and his body temperature worked off the sedative before it could actually numb anything.

It felt hard to separate Peter from the thoughts of caring, and protection, and on the weakest of days – love. He figured the idea of being a father figure wouldn’t be too bad. Tony wanted to believe that Peter leaned on him the way he would May or Happy. There were signs, though – signs that said the younger man’s feelings were way deeper than either wanted to think about at the moment. For the sake of allowing independence and growth, Tony didn’t pursue the obvious.

That mindset didn’t last very long  – Peter had a way of being pretty persuasive. His 49th birthday crept toward them without anyone really noticing. Everyone was trying to figure out what post-Thanos meant – and the simplicity of a birthday didn’t seem to be on the forefront of people’s minds. It didn’t matter, anyway – the older he got, the more meaningless birthdays seemed to be. The world continued to spin and need protecting and want things regardless of birthdays.

When the day came, it surprised him to see candles sticking out of a big pile of Belgian waffles that morning – a smiling Peter and Bruce carrying the plate over to him. He shook his head and blew out the candles, the cheesiness of it just that – cheesy – but also very thoughtful and way more than he wanted or imagined. The waffles tasted just a little bit better that morning, too – which was quite the feat, because Tony loved waffles; absolutely fucking loved them.

The rest of the day past in a haze of bowling in the alley in the SI building, eating disgustingly shitty food, and good company. Bruce begged out after the third game and left Peter and Tony alone to duke out games four and five. Peter’s incredible strength worked against him in the end, Tony grabbed both the games and the overall win count for the day. It wouldn’t have hurt his feelings if Peter let him win, either – it felt good to feel good for once.

Heading back to the penthouse, Tony wasn’t surprised when Peter followed him up. From the beginning, Tony made sure to keep May in the loop – and at this point, as long as Peter was somewhere safe, she didn’t seem to mind. Peter probably took more advantage of that little giving piece of her, but Tony wasn’t one to complain when it benefitted him just as much. He watched the kid go straight to the fridge, the massive quantity of junk food they consumed just hours earlier obviously not enough.

“What do you want to do for dinner, Tony? Your fridge is kind of empty,” Peter said after a couple of minutes of leaning over and looking, then stepping away – like if he looked enough times, things would show up eventually. Grinning, Tony sank into one of the stools tucked into the kitchen island, his fingers knitting together.

“I hadn’t thought about it – I’ve eaten more today than I usually do in a week. Want me to order something? I bet we can get that Vietnamese place you like to deliver out here,” Tony mumbled in reply. He brought a finger to his glasses and tapped into Friday’s interface. “Can you order the usual, doll?”

Peter stood on the other side of the island across from him, his cheeks flushed. “You didn’t have to do that. I found an egg in there,” he remarked, his thumb hiking over his shoulder towards the fridge. “It’s your birthday – we should be doing what you want.” Peter tried for a serious look in his direction but failed at the last second – the soft ‘for Tony’ smile he’d come to be very familiar with over the last few months spreading across his lips. He leaned down onto his forearms, the two of them closer than ever now.

“We’ve done enough, Pete. Let me be an old man for the rest of the night, huh? Besides, we’re almost done with The Sopranos – I’m ready to see how it all ends.” Tony wasn’t lying, either – there wasn’t anything else he’d rather do. The thought of getting dressed to go out or partying the night away made his head spin. After all of the bull shit of the life he led, sitting around with takeout and good company didn’t seem all that bad.

The boy seemed to understand, the softness in his eyes answer enough. He shrugged his shoulders and pushed away from the island – Tony watched as he went over to the bar on the other side of the room and grabbed a small rock glass. Without much effort, he poured two fingers worth of whiskey into it and walked back across the room, the glass being passed to Tony before he could even understand what happened.

“You’re going to need that, then,” Peter finally uttered, his face breaking out into a smile. Tony watched the grin grow and internally documented all of the lines and grooves that played across the boy’s face. Peter must have noticed because his smile grew a little bigger. “Want to go hangout in the lab until the food gets here?” The question was shy, despite what felt like millions of hours they spent there together already.

Slamming back the liquid in the glass, Tony let the burn clear his head – his mind in all sorts of places it probably shouldn’t be. He caught Peter’s eye and nodded, his own grin slipping across reluctant lips. “It’s funny that you even need to ask.” Tony got up then, his neck swiveling to crack the stiff joints. “Shall we?” he asked, his head tilting when Peter didn’t move or even say anything.

He didn’t expect the clumsy hands Peter answered with, the boy grabbing his hips a little too tight, the strength in his arms bringing Tony against his chest. Tony let out a breath, his secret wants and desires coming to life before him – his brain shortcutting with the responsible thoughts that tried to break through the haze. His arms wrapped around Peter’s shoulders on their own accord, Tony losing the fight against himself with every passing second.

“Pete – “ Tony tried, his arms opposing his words, the muscles in his shoulders, chest, and biceps tensing and clenching, every fiber of his being wanting to be that much closer. Peter tilting his head until they were looking eye to eye stopped him in his tracks, though – the boy’s eyes bright with many things unreadable, except for one. Slamming his own shut, Tony pulled in a long breath, the look too much.

Then, lips were on his, and all thoughts ceased to exist for the few seconds that clumsiness turned into the hottest thing he’d ever felt. Peter’s hands moved from his hips to frame his face, the tightness of them bringing their lips closer together – Tony tilting his head at the very last second to stop their noses from colliding painfully. He sunk into it and forgot for a second what he needed to do when they broke apart.

The soft moan leaving Peter’s lips when the kiss broke made him press back in for another couple of chaste pecks – Tony hoping more than anything that it was enough to engrain the taste of Peter onto the surface of his skin. Dipping his head, Tony pressed their foreheads together, his eyes closing.

“You figured out what I really wanted,” Tony whispered, a laugh leaving his lips at the sound of the words in his own ears. Up until that point, he hadn’t allowed himself to even think like that. With Peter in his arms – it was easy, though. Like their embrace on the battlefield, Tony couldn’t help what his lips did this close to Peter’s person.

“You’re just a couple months too early,” he managed to get out, the few seconds of hesitation before doing so just enough to soak this intimacy in a little bit longer. “You know we have to wait.” Peter’s head became a little heavier against his own for a second, then he felt the slightest of nods – the boy way smarter than Tony ever gave him credit for. Pulling back, he put a bit of space between them, the only point of contact now his hand on Peter’s cheek.

While his thumb brushed the sharp bone there, Peter leaned into the touch – his eyes shut, the storm inside them kept under control by the lids covering them. Tony let himself look his fill until Peter was the one pulling away – the saddest little smile on his lips. “I know – I just – I couldn’t wait. I – Tony, you’re everything.” The words were earnest and if this were anyone else, he wouldn’t have even given thought to believing him. Peter constantly showed how much respect he deserved, so Tony gave it to him.

“Save that for later, okay? We’ll make your 18th one to remember.”

“Okay. Happy birthday, Mr. Stark.”

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And boy did they – even a year later, Tony can still remember the entire day they turned into a week rather vividly.

He told Peter to pack a bag and let May know they were staying in the city for the week. For the first time in almost two months, Tony was finally letting him stay over again. He knew if he gave either of them any opportunity to give into temptation, they would – and this seemed like too important of a thing to screw up before it could officially be a thing. He didn’t want to give anyone – including the person who trusted Tony to be a good part of Peter’s life – the ability to question anything between them.

The second Peter walked through the door; the boy was on him – Tony barely able to get his glasses off his face before they were kissing. It didn’t make it past the necking stage, of course – Tony had too many plans to lose his shit on the couch in his front room – but it was nice to finally let himself touch and feel, to give into the want that so obviously coursed through them both. He let Peter squirm against him until he let out a satisfied huff and finally came up for air. “Happy birthday, Petey,” Tony mumbled against his forehead.

Coney Island took up the rest of the day – Tony laughing and smiling harder than he could remember, especially since Thanos. The ride on the Cyclone threw them into each other and when they got off, Tony wrapped Peter in his arm and steered them back towards the line, the two of them riding the coaster two more times before moving on. Peter insisted they finish the day at the aquarium – the boy totally obsessed with the penguins and otters.

When they got back to the penthouse, Tony led Peter into the bedroom, straight past the bed, and into the attached bathroom. He pushed him down until he was sitting on the edge of the tub and went about putting the necessary stuff for a bath in it. While the water ran, Tony took Peter’s clothes off one article at a time, his lips following behind caressing the newly exposed skin. Getting down to his boxers, Tony had him stand up and pulled them very slowly down Peter’s legs, the tips of his fingers tracing the same path as the fabric.

He stayed on his knees and lavished the skin on the inside of Peter’s left knee, then nosed his way up his right thigh – his lips landing on his hip, eyes looking up. “Get in the tub,” he mumbled, his eyebrows raising in invitation. Peter didn’t waste any time complying with the request – a soft sigh leaving his lips when he sank into the warm water.

Stepping back, Tony started the actual part of the bath that was for Peter. He slipped the buttons out of the slots on the vest he was wearing and let it hit the ground. The shirt came next, his fingers slow in the way they moved from one button to the next. A light shimmy had the button down flowing off his shoulders to join the vest on the floor. Kicking off his shoes, he hobbled about for a second to get the socks off – then straightened back out with sexiness written on his face once again.

Peter’s eyes were glued to his every move, Tony happy to see red trail down his cheeks, neck, and onto his chest with each new piece of clothing that came off. The boy was fisting himself under the water, Tony could tell by the wave and ripple of it. Tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, Tony made quick work of his belt and the button on his slacks, the pants falling without much effort after that. His black boxer briefs stayed on for a second, Tony taking a couple of steps closer to the tub until he could lean down and press a kiss against Peter’s lips.

While they kissed, Tony pulled his underwear off, a little groan slipping out between them when his erection finally hit the coolness of the air around them. “Shift forward a little, babe,” Tony muttered, his body sinking easily into the water with the newly made space. Peter moved back and settled between his legs without any prompting, Tony’s chest now toasty from the combination of water and the boy’s warm skin. Wrapping his arms around him, Tony pulled him even further back – his cock trapped perfectly between his own stomach and Peter’s back.

Touching his lips to Peter’s neck, Tony let himself relax into the warm water and the sound embrace – the boy in front of him doing the same thing if the sagging weight against his chest was anything to go by. “Did you have a good birthday?” he spoke the words right beside Peter’s ear – the gust of breath having the desired effect as goosebumps launched themselves across his skin.

His head fell back against Tony’s shoulder, Peter’s hands moving until they were gripping the older man’s across his stomach. “It’s been great. This is the best part, though – finally getting to spend this kind of time with you.” It was obvious Peter meant each of those words, too; his voice took on such authentic tone when he was talking to Tony. “I love you, Tony. I have for a while.”

Though he suspected, Tony didn’t think he would hear those words for a long time. He forgot how mature Peter could be when he really put his mind to things. Tony moved his arms until he could cup Peter’s cheek, the boy shifting a little bit to look over his shoulder – their eyes meeting. “I love you too, Pete. I’m the worst possible choice for you, but I’m also incessantly selfish. You can have whatever you want from me.” Tony capped his words off with a soft kiss, his lips lingering just because they could.

“I just want you, Tony. I thought for a long time that I wanted to save the world, be a hero – and yeah, I still want that – but I want this, too. Simplicity. Your arms around me. I’m young, I know – I also know what I want, so don’t try and talk me out of it.” Peter practically huffed out, his last couple of words sounding a bit petulant. They made Tony’s heart jolt, regardless – the weight of them surprisingly heavy.

Who was he to dictate any of that part of Peter’s life? Tony did lots of questionable things in his youth – more than a few of them without thinking about it as thoroughly as Peter seemed to. There were no regrets in the pacing of their relationship and how very natural it occurred, so what was there to really hold him back? There were times Tony was selfish about much lesser things and at this point in his life, why hold now? Smiling to himself, Tony relaxed even further into the porcelain of the tub.

“I’m not going to try and talk you out of anything. It might suck for a little while – telling everyone and explaining ourselves, but I’m with you.”

That was about a year ago and while Tony was right – it was a hassle to constantly answer questions and defend a thing that felt so natural to them – things were also too good to really be that upset about it. They went about telling the team first, these people fought with them on a constant basis and needed to understand the decision they made. It took a bit of talking Steve from the tizzy he spun up and a few well placed “I know exactly how you feels” to get everyone to calm down enough to talk to Peter about it.

The old guy of the group grabbed Peter’s shoulder, Steve’s eyes seemingly trying to stare right into his soul. “He’s old, Pete,” Steve started – the rest of the group breaking out into varying degrees of laughter around them. Tony prickled for a second, his pride a little hurt from the implication – but what could he really do? When compared to Peter, he was old – generations older, in fact.

Peter’s hand grabbed Steve’s and dislodged it, usually soft brown eyes serious, his gaze just as sharp. “So are you.” Tony watched him bite into his bottom lip and unsuccessfully trying to stop laughter from bubbling in his chest. “I don’t care. I’m old enough to understand all of your concerns and appreciate them – but I am politely ignoring everything you guys have to say. I want this. He didn’t talk me into it, he didn’t groom me,” Peter stopped then, his eyes trailing over to Rhodey who spoke the traitorous words earlier. “He’s just my person, you know?”

After hearing that, Tony figured no one could stand between them. Not even May – who surprisingly didn’t seem shocked or upset about the situation. She glared at Tony for a long minute, then pulled him into her arms. “If you hurt him, I’ll do the same – got it?” she whispered, the arms “hugging” him tightening ever so slightly.

“Noted,” Tony replied instantly, his hands patting her back lightly. He caught the look Peter and May shared when they pulled away and had to try very hard not to burst out laughing in her face. They were both stubborn, the older man instantly understanding where Peter got it from. Wrapping his arm around Peter, Tony pressed a kiss to the side of his head, the boy relaxing into him.

“The hardest part is over,” he mumbled into Peter’s hair, the hand on his shoulder bringing him more tightly against his chest.

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Despite being with one of the most caring humans on the planet, Tony’s 50th birthday loomed over him. For whatever reason, it felt like a big one. The age difference between him and Peter never played a part for either of them – yet, he couldn’t stop thinking about how glaring it actually was. Sometimes when he picked Peter up from HIGH SCHOOL, he felt incredibly old – and the closer his birthday got, the more ridiculous it seemed to be picking someone up from secondary school.

He didn’t give a shit about it – not for him, at least. The older person in the scenario always got the better end of the deal. Peter was loving and kind, young to the point where some of the shit he pulled out of his ass to refer to was adorably offensive. No – he didn’t really get what Peter saw in him. At least – lately. Maybe that mid-life crisis was finally sneaking up on him – the idea of that laughable after some of the crazy stuff that went on his life.

In the last couple of weeks, Tony felt some of his self-worth starting to diminish a little bit. Which was literally silly – Peter touched him, kissed him – practically worshipped him on a nightly basis. Feelings weren’t always rational, though. Every time Peter mentioned the big party he was planning for the occasion, Tony felt himself curl in a little bit – his affinity for not hurting Peter seemingly the only thing keeping him from shouting about how little he wanted to attend a party celebrating his old ass.

Peter flourished, though – so he didn’t stop him, not even when his heart started to race when his young boyfriend talked about all of the Avengers and their travel plans to meet at the complex. It was nice that they all wanted to come back and celebrate – he just hated the fact that they were celebrating such a long milestone on Tony’s account. He told himself to grin and bear it, though – it couldn’t possibly be that bad.

And since Peter was really wrapped up in all of the planning, he didn’t get the subtle hints that Tony tried to make. His “maybe it can be just you and me” wasn’t said early enough and when he thought to bring it up – his mind went to all of the plans Peter made; the way his caring, so very loving boyfriend thought every little thing out.

The night of, Tony went through the motions – he donned the suit (because let’s face it, Tony looked damn good in a custom Gucci suit.) The barber Peter paid to come in and clean them up did a good job on his facial hair and the slight trim of the longer strands on the top of his head made him feel the slightest bit better. Whenever Peter caught his eyes in the mirror, Tony could genuinely smile back.

They walked in together hand-in-hand, which Tony still felt a little giddy about. He milled around and did the right amount of small talk – his chest feeling a little warmer with each hug he got from his Avenger family. Tony did all the right things until he found an out, the anxiety that was building starting to clutch at him, the shininess of the night a little too bright for his tastes.

Walking into the lab, Tony breathed a sigh of relief, his muscles unclenching for the first time all night. He slipped off his jacket and got to work on a couple of modifications to the nanotech he was implementing into the suit – the response time still a little slow for his liking. For the first time the entire night, Tony felt the weight lift off of his chest. He got so zoned into what he was doing, he didn’t see Peter walk into the lab – or really acknowledge his presence until a hand was on his shoulder.

“I thought I might find you here. What happened?” His voice was soft – though, Tony also sensed the slightest bit of tension sitting under the surface of those words.

He bought himself some time by swiping across the holoscreen, his work dropping down into the folder to be pulled out at a later time. “It got a little crowded in there.” He mumbled with a shrug, his eyes nowhere near meeting Peter’s. “I got an idea and kind of had to run with it.” That excuse almost as lame as the first one.

Peter’s hands wrapped around his shoulders, the boy’s strength keeping him against his chest – forcing him to give up some attention. “What’s really wrong, though? You’ve been a little off lately.”

So, he did notice. Clenching his eyes shut, Tony gave in a little, his body leaning into Peter, letting the younger man take a bit of his weight. “I’m just old – I didn’t want to celebrate that. But, I didn’t have the heart to say anything.” He felt deflated as the words left his lips – the strain of it finally climbing its way down and off his heart. “I’ve been having a moment and I love the hell out of you for doing what you did. I’ve been doubting why you’d want me and it’s so obvious, isn’t it?” Tony leaned his head against Peter’s, so much defeat within him.

For a man that saved the world, he didn’t feel very strong in that moment. Being in Peter’s arms made him vulnerable and, in that moment, he couldn’t find a way to stop the avalanche tumbling him down the cliff. A couple tears streamed down his cheeks before Tony could even think to stop them. Peter’s thumb was there in an instant, mopping them up without a second thought.

“It is – but that’s okay. I should have noticed – I mean, I did, but I was excited. You did say you wanted it to be just you and me. Can we start that now? I’ve got a pretty decent idea,” Peter whispered, the leverage of his hands on Tony’s face bringing their eyes level. “I love you, Tony – today is about you, not me.” Peter let the words sit between them for a second, the boy giving him time to say no if he really wanted.

Instead of answering, Tony closed the space between them, Peter’s lips warm against his own. Tony gripped the side of Peter’s suit jacket and simply let himself go – the younger man taking control of the kiss without a single problem. Tipping his head to the side, a soft gasp left his mouth when Peter took advantage of the position and started to press his tongue in deeper. The tangle of heat there absolutely delicious.

He felt himself being pushed back, his feet moving on their own accord until the edge of the lab table hit his lower back, another moan leaving his lips. With the kiss broken, Peter put a little bit of space between them and went right for Tony’s belt – his nimble fingers getting the thing undone and his button open within seconds. The innocent Peter from a year ago did not exist – the younger man had no problems pushing his pants and boxer briefs down enough to get access to his cock. Lips wrapping around him pulled a “fuck” from deep within him, his control ticking down to nothing.

“Pete – “ Tony grumbled, his hand camping out on his boyfriend’s shoulder, fingers digging into the suit jacket there. Peter worked him over effortlessly, the boy’s tongue trailing down his length as the swallowed him whole. The tip of his dick hit the back of Peter’s throat time and time again – his hips pressing in that last little inch when the other’s hands reached back and used his ass cheeks to pull him forward. The tears in Peter’s eyes welled, but he pulled him deeper anyway – his mouth stretching obscenely.

The gulping sensation of Peter’s throat restricting against his already pulsing length brought him to the edge embarrassingly quick. He moved his fingers up Peter’s neck into his hair, his grip tight after a particularly delicious suck from the tip of his cock all the way down to the root – Peter’s cute little nose dirtily pressed into the nest of well-trimmed pubes. “Oh god – Pete. I’m going to cum. You’ve got to stop. Pete!” Tony spoke helplessly, his free hand scabbling at the table behind him.

Tossing his head back, Tony felt the snap of too much arousal in his gut – his hips pressing forward totally out of his control. “Pete, fuck!” He let out a series of groans with every hard suck against the head of his cock, Peter obviously very keen on milking him for all that he was worth. Tony forced himself to loosen the grip in Peter’s hair, a soft wince leaving his lips when a couple strands of hair caught between his fingers. Desperate for the feel of those spit slick lips against his own, Tony pulled Peter up off his knees and slammed their mouths together.

“What about you?” Tony mumbled against his lips a couple of minutes later, the taste of himself on Peter’s tongue almost enough to get him ready to go again. His fingers were desperate to get their hands on Peter’s skin – the older man hoping for just a little bit more.

Peter grabbed Tony’s hand and pressed it against the crotch of his pants – the wetness there apparent, the suits pants totally ruined by the mess he made. “I think we should head upstairs and see where the rest of the night takes us.” He grinned and gave Tony another kiss, his hands greedy in the way they helped him get his pants up – in the way he pulled Tony out of the lab and into the elevator.

Surprisingly, Peter didn’t try anything in the elevator – he kept Tony against his chest, arms slung tightly around him. “I love you,” the boy mumbled against the shell of his ear, the ride long enough for the intense zing to cool off a bit – the softness of his words perfect for the moment.

“I love you, too.”

That was just the calm before the storm.

Tony followed with hungry eyes as Peter started to take off his clothes the second they hit the penthouse – his bow tie hitting Tony’s cheek before the older man could process what was even happening. Eyes wide, Tony didn’t hesitate to stay on Peter’s heals and try to touch the newly revealed skin with hungry fingertips.

Getting into the bedroom, Tony expected to find a naked Peter in his bed – instead, the naked man was standing at the edge, an expectant look on his face. “Come here,” he beckoned, his long fingers hypnotizing enough to draw Tony in right away. His feet carried him over there – skintight with excitement of what was to come. “Get on the bed, Tony.” Peter’s grin was too good to ignore, so he complied immediately.

Lithe hands made quick work of his shoes and socks – Tony moving up a little further on the mattress when his feet were bare. Peter continued his exploration by moving to the button on is pants and pulling them and his underwear down his legs without hesitation. Soft fingertips explored the soles of his feet, nails running over the arches. “I love how strong your legs are. You’re not the tallest guy – but you’ve got these legs that carry so much weight.” Tony slammed his eyes closed, his brain not able to take the words and the sight of Peter all at once.

The younger man peppered kisses up his legs, over the ticklish part of his knees and across the long length of his thighs – his skin pebbling with the physical sign of arousal. Peter moved up after that, his fingers getting Tony’s buttons open without much effort – the boy touching the newly exposed skin with reverence – eyes glued to Tony’s. “Your stomach is my favorite. You’re stacked – there’s so much muscle there. And then you’ve got this slight little swell here,” Peter moved his hands to run over the littlest bit of stomach Tony hadn’t been able to get rid of over the years. “Reminds me that you’re human, you know?” He let his tongue swirl across the skin there.

A soft touch to his face had him blinking his eyes open, Peter’s face wide open – the heat there, totally encompassed by the lightness the other was trying so hard to portray. Tony nodded his head then, a little smile playing on his lips. Peter returned it, his exploring fingers moving once against to his chest – his nipples pebbling with their attention. “It’s hard to forget sometimes, too,” Tony whispered, chest coming up off the bed to press into Peter’s touch.

A couple minutes later, Peter urged him to turn over – his teasing touches starting up the second his flesh was on display. The younger man’s fingers pressed into the muscles of his shoulders and back, the touch just as soothing as it was arousing. He made a trail from the back of Tony’s neck down to the valley of his lower back with tongue, teeth, and lips – each nip and lick taking him apart inch by inch.

Stopping at his ass, Peter grabbed a cheek in each of his hands. “This is my favorite, though. You’ve taken to wearing those tight slacks and it’s a total tease. I want to take you apart, but then, I want to see your ass clench and flex in those pants,too. It’s distracting, Tony. And I think you know that.” Peter emphasized each of his words with sharp bites to each round globe – the stimulation of the skin there causing Tony to groan, his muscles clenching.

“I like the way you look at me,” Tony managed to groan out, his hips pressing back to get more of Peter’s touch, anything and everything the younger man could give him. Peter rewarded him with another stinging bite on the meat of his right ass cheek. “Fuck, Pete – “ his words felt a little slurred, each one dripping out with any consent of his own.

“I know – and that’s what makes it hotter. Your ass is kind of forbidden. I can count on one hand how many times I’ve had it over the last year,” Peter drove his point home with a not so subtle yank of Tony’s cheeks apart – the air hitting him cool, a sudden chill rushing over his already tender skin.

Fingers pressing against his hole brought Tony to mere whimpers – Peter was right, he didn’t usually do a lot of time in this position, the vulnerability usually making him uncomfortable. There was something in the way Peter was handling him that made him want to give in and let Peter take and give and bring them both to their fucking knees, though. The other seemed to take his noises as a good sign and got to work.

Despite being 50 years old, Tony never got used to the feeling of a tongue in, around, or up his asshole. A laugh fell from his lips – the feeling their foreign and overwhelming, his gut filling with shame and heat all at once. Peter wasn’t discouraged by anything and went to town – his tongue tracing Tony’s rim before pressing in, the tip absolutely devastating in the way it plunged and caressed. The looser he started to feel, the more Peter doubled his efforts.

Soon, fingers were joining Peter’s tongue, the rhythmic press of blunt fingers and a warm tongue a complete mixture of sensations and stimulus – the feeling absolutely fucking perfect. He didn’t feel old when he gave his cock a little thought – the length was raging, the hardness there throbbing with needy want. It felt good – Peter made him feel good. Groaning at a spectacularly good press of Peter’s fingers, Tony bit into the pillow below him – Peter made him feel so fucking good.

“Pete – I need you to fuck me, please. Show me. Show me how much you want me. Need it – need you, baby.” He couldn’t explain what he said or how he said it or even if it made sense; his brain was running on want, adrenaline, and the dopamine that made being delirious feel like the warmest hug – like it was the most exquisite thing in the entire world. His breaths were coming in pants, Peter’s last few thrusts glancing his prostate deliciously.

He felt the younger man move behind him, the bed shifting with his weight. Tony heard the drawer open and let out a sigh of relief – Peter’s weight draping over him the best feeling of the night. “I’ll take care of you, Tony,” Peter said, the words skating across his skin – Pete’s fingers already working the lube into him, the fingers there not nearly enough.

The party a few floors below them probably heard the loud groan Tony let slip from within him when Peter bottomed out. The stretch of not being all that used to the fullness inside him made all of his limbs break out in what felt like waves of fire – his brain stuck between the pleasure-pain of the feeling. The fact that Peter didn’t give him any time to think about it before bottoming out completely helped and the leering blaze of pain that tried to stick around went straight out the window – the heat in his core pooling once again.

Kisses against his neck and the hands running down his sides relaxed him enough to let Peter move – the younger man’s cock thick, his length the perfect combination of inches and girth. For such a young person, Peter kept amazing control over himself – his strokes long and lazy, the best part coming from the exquisite roll of his hips when bottoming out; his prostate getting a gentle nudge with each one. Tony didn’t do anything other than squirm below him – his mind was everywhere, filled with nothing but the things Peter was doing to him.

“You feel amazing, Tony. Fucking amazing,” Peter babbled, the boy’s strokes picking up without either of them noticing – the pace natural, the steady climb of their love making slowly getting to the ultimate crescendo. “I don’t know how you can do this for as long as you do – I want to cum already. I’m going to coat your insides so that every time you even think about not being enough – you’ll remember the way it felt to have me pulse everything I have so deep inside of you. Fuck. I’m so close – “

Tony shouted – Peter’s words and the increase of pace getting him from hot to completely bothered in no time at all. The other’s weight pressed him against the mattress, every thrust brushing his cock against the soft sheets below him. His eyes were clenched tightly, Tony determined to let his mind and body wander – Peter’s guiding hands the only thing that mattered in that moment. “I love you, Pete,” Tony choked out, his head turning to catch Peter’s glance over his shoulder. When they caught eyes, the look in Peter’s tossed him over the edge – the younger man’s mouthed ‘I love you, too’ way, way, way too much for him to handle.

Peter miraculously held on for another handful of strokes, the younger man keeping his promise – his overused hole clenching with every pulse he could feel. The repeated Tony played in his head like a mantra – Peter’s voice the only one he wanted to hear say his name for the rest of his life.

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When the immediate fatigue of orgasming within the inch of his life wore off, Tony coerced Peter into the shower – the younger man still covered in sweat and lube. The stayed wrapped around each other trading kisses back and forth – Peter continuing his trend of taking care of Tony; the young man surprisingly thorough in the way he ran his fingers through long locks and scrubbed the dirt, grim, and cum off his skin.

The last couple of hours were exactly what he was looking for – and Tony told Peter so more than a few times between getting out of bed and finishing up in the shower. His boyfriend simply kissed him, the boy obviously not looking for any sort of praise. After all they did for each other, thank you’s were a little meaningless – both men more than capable of expressing their gratitude in many different ways.

Pulling on a pair of sleep pants, Tony got back into bed on Peter’s instruction. The younger man walked out of the room for a couple of minutes – Tony laying back against the mattress, the feeling of contentment lingering in his mind for the first time in a while. There were many things Peter did for him – but this, the never-ending feeling of comfort, that’s what Tony liked the most. Being the 50-year-old man that he was, having a person that could bring him that was the best birthday present Tony hoped to continue to keep on getting.

The snick of Peter’s bare feet on the floor brought him out of his thoughts – the younger man carrying a box with him when Tony sat up to watch him walk back into the room. “I know you said no presents, but I think you’re going to like this one. I only spent money on one part of it – and it wasn’t that much, so don’t be upset, okay? I’m 99% sure you’re going to really like this.” Watching Peter babble about it made up for the fact that his boyfriend once again ignored his wishes (though, the longer they were together, the longer Tony figured Peter did that on purpose – because it was a fun game between them.)

Tony reached out to Peter, his fingers beckoning the younger man into bed. “I won’t be upset – just come sit with me while I open it.” He didn’t care how needy he seemed – today was his birthday and Peter was hell bent on catering to him. Peter didn’t disagree, anyway, he easily slid into the bed next to Tony, the box still in his hands.

“So, I guess I should explain this a little bit before you open it,” Peter started, his fingers playing with the bow on top of the box. “You’re always talking about how you miss everyone – and how it would be a lot easier if you had tangible memories of things. I know you’ve got all the technology in the world and could make that happen if you really wanted to. I mean – you still use Friday to watch me sometimes, you can’t even deny that.” He chuckled then, his face a little red from nervousness – the emotion easily read on his face.

“Anyway – I wanted you to see that people love and miss you, too. That, despite what you might think, the world would not be the same with you and the 50 years you’ve been kicking around it.” Then and only then did Peter let go of the box – his eyes flitting back and forth between Tony and whatever was in the damn thing.

Taking a deep breath, Tony pulled the top off, his head tilting when he saw what looked like a photo album sitting there. He peeked up, but Peter’s eyes were staring at the album in the box, the expression on his face unreadable. Tony took a deep breath and dug in, his curiosity winning out over any other emotion that was vying for his attention.

Opening it, Tony’s breath caught – the cover page was one of the professional photos they got done a couple months ago. The smile on both of their faces was stunning, the love written there obvious. A few of those photos were in frames around the room. In big letters it said, ‘To Tony Stark’ and under the picture the words ‘from the people who love you’ were written there.

He flipped the first page and almost lost it – the collection of him and Rhodey during college making him want to cringe and rush back up to the party all at once. His hair cut during that time of his life wasn’t the greatest – an instant regret for the party in the back look he tried to pull off for a little while washing over him. On the far side of the page, a note was written.

Happy birthday, old man!

When Peter brought this up, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to embarrass the hell out of you. College is where you changed my life and it’ll always be one of my favorite times in life. Thanks for the memories, Tones – I love you, brother.

Rhodey

Tony glanced up, a few tears streaming down his face freely. Peter shook his head, his eyes moving back to the album in Tony’s hands. “You’re just getting started – keep going.”

He didn’t have anything left in him to argue – so he turned the page, his heart warming up a little further. The shots of him and Bruce in the lab were some he’d never seen before. There were a couple of more recent photos in there, too. The combination of Bruce and the Hulk still something that made Tony laugh to this very day – the symbiosis between the two entities just another thing to add to the long list of things that changed over the years.

Tony,

There’s too much to say and not enough space to say it. Learning and progressing and creating with you over the years is why I am the way that I am. We saved the world together, brother – that’s the ultimate bond. Thankful for you and your arrogantly brilliant ass.

Happy birthday, Tony – enjoy it.

Love you,

Bruce

There were so many pages filled to the brim with photos of him with various people – Happy, Pepper, Natasha, Clint, Thor, even Wanda and Vision. They each wrote individual notes and recalled shared memories and little thoughts and blurbs about his progressive old age and the notedly selfless way Tony could care about people. It was overwhelming – each new page eye opening, his perspective of himself and the relationship he had with these people progressively changing. This was how people saw him? He spent so much of his youth having people slander his name – it almost didn’t make sense that people could feel this kind of way about him.

When he got to the last couple of pages, Tony couldn’t stand it – he reached over and pulled Peter to him, his face settling into the safe confines of the other’s neck. “I can’t believe that you did this, baby. It’s – the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” Tony spoke the words so reverently, his entire being still a little bit in awe of what he’d seen – of the kind words that some of the best people he knew wrote about him, each one way more than he ever could have expected.

Peter wrapped his arms around him and held him close – the younger man pressing kisses against his hair and forehead every few moments. “You’re still not done yet,” the younger man reminded him – Tony pulling back to find a soft look on Peter’s face. “I think you might like these last couple the best.”

Suddenly spurred on by Peter’s words, Tony shifted his attention back to the photo album in his hand, eager fingers turning the page to find pictures of himself. The look on his face in every single one of them radiated love and excitement and pure happiness. He didn’t usually like pictures of just him – no matter how much Peter begged, he didn’t even send the man he loved selfies. Yet, he couldn’t peal his eyes away from these. Lifting them, he looked questioningly at Peter. “What are these from, even?”

Chuckling, Peter reached over and let his fingers brush across the ones within reach, the ‘for Tony only’ smile pulling his lips wide. “I took these, actually. When we first started dating, I got into the habit of snapping a picture of you when you looked happy. Then, it became a thing to catch those looks whenever I could. You’d be surprised by the number of pictures I had to choose from.” Peter spoke the words with pride, the creepiness of them not even registering with the younger man. Tony grabbed his hand and pressed a soft kiss to the knuckles – his eyes alight.

“I’m not surprised by anything that you do, Peter Parker. They’re beautiful – I didn’t know I could look like this,” Tony remarked, his voice carrying all of the awe that he felt. It warmed his heart to know that Peter was the one making him look like that – they were good for each other, but it was nice to get a real example of it.

The thought of what could come next had Tony moving on – the apprehension making his fingers tremble as he turned the page. And man did it completely knock the wind from him. The last page was a collection of pictures of him and Peter – some he’d seen before and a few he hadn’t, the candid nature of them making it seem like they were taken by other people. His chin dropped a little, the evidence that Peter felt the same way right there on the page. Some of these pictures were old – a couple of them obviously before they got together.

Reaching over, Tony grabbed Peter’s hands and tangled their fingers together – he would probably need the added strength to read the long note there. Peter’s words always had a way of bringing him to his knees, he doubted this would be any different. The other’s hand gave his a squeeze, Tony diving in the very next second.

Hey you,

When I first started this, I never thought I’d get to learn so much about you. I especially loved your college hairstyle – totally my favorite.

I know there’s not a lot you can give a person that is both a genius and a millionaire – but I figured memories are priceless and the easiest thing I could give  you. Not just memories between you and I, either. We’re just starting our journey.

I guess what I’m trying to say with all of this is – there’s nothing wrong with the years you’ve lived. They have given so many people things that are priceless. Friendship, love, mentorship, knowledge. All of those things are important. You are a manifestation of each one and that is the person I get to love on a daily basis.

Every single one of your years will always matter, Tony. I’m forever grateful that you want to spend the ones you fought so hard to get with me. That’s not something that I take for granted. You teach me things I’ll never be able to learn from anyone else. You care for me in a way that is devoted and careful – like I’m the most precious piece of china you’ve ever been given. And the way you love me, Tony, it’s something that is unexplainable and completely mind-blowing. You give yourself so fiercely – it just takes a little while to truly understand what that means.

You’re my hero, Tony. And I don’t think I’m the only one that feels that way.

I love you.

& I happen to think that’s inevitable.

Happy birthday, Tony

The tears were falling freely now – the day taking a completely different turn than he expected. Between the tenderness, spectacular sex, and this insanely heartfelt gift, Tony was out of his mind with feelings he couldn’t classify. He never liked his birthday. Whether it was a reminder of how lonely he was or a big spectacle for the people that wanted something from him – it never seemed to be the occasion that others could make out of their own special days. Though it didn’t change his opinion about the day in general, Tony wasn’t afraid to admit that the day with Peter by his side was substantially better.

He didn’t hesitate to use both hands to palm Peter’s cheeks and seal their lips together. His wet face made the kiss a little messy – but neither of them seemed to care. Feeling Peter give into it, Tony tilted his head and deepened the kiss, the closeness just right for the situation. “I love you, Pete. This is – I can’t believe you did this for me.”

Leaning their foreheads together, Peter rubbed his nose against Tony’s, his eyes closing as he leaned into the connection between them. “I love you, Tony. I’m going to take care of you for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Forever then?” Tony asked immediately, the words tumbling out on their own accord.

“Yeah, baby. Forever.” Peter answered, his lips finding Tony’s again.

“Happy birthday, Tony Stark.”

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