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cjsinkythoughts · 3 years

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FATWS One Shot #1 - Back to the Beginning

Word Count: 1644

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Intoxicated Automobile Accident, Steve Being a Slight Puppy

Setting/Characters: Directly after Captain America: The First Avenger, New York City; Reader, Director Nicholas Fury, Captain Steven Rogers

A/N: Here it is! The first One Shot that goes along with my FATWS Series! Keep in mind; it doesn’t take place during FATWS. There are NO SPOILERS in this and there will be NO SPOILERS in any of the One Shots. I do recommend still reading the Series, though, to understand the Reader more. These are more like…prequels to the Series. And it won’t be a series. It’ll just be a collection of One Shots based on what I think is important and what you guys wanna see. I also WON’T BE DOING A TAGLIST FOR ONE SHOTS! (Only those in my All Works Taglist will be tagged!) I’ll be adding them to my FATWS Series Masterlist under a ‘One Shot’ section, so you’ll be able to find them there, and I’ll also be tagging them with #fatws series oneshots. Feel free to send in requests for what you wanna see. I’ve gotten a few already, so I’ll be writing those tomorrow. I’ll say that they’ll all be shorter like this one, but...knowing me...we’ll see.

(Also, I’m aware of the theories that SHIELD chose the woman because the resemblance to Peggy, but just ignore that for this.)

As always, not beta’d so please excuse mistakes! Be kind to yourselves and each other! Enjoy and stay tuned!

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You knew. You knew the moment his eyes raked over your form. You knew when he looked over his shoulder at the radio playing some baseball game from 1941. You had done your homework, just like you did with every mission you worked. Granted, this one was a little different, but when Fury called you in personally, you couldn’t say no. You told them your uniform was wrong. You told them the game was too close to when he went under. You told them.

So you weren’t surprised in the least when he smashed through the wall, running out of the room. You didn’t necessarily regret pushing the button; you did it because you knew your cover had been blown, not because you were threatened. But you regretted calling out Code 13, not realizing that they’d chase him out into the middle of Times Square of all places.

Before you could head outside, wanting to know what happened, Fury’s name flashed across your vibrating phone.

“Y/L/N.”

“We’re heading back.”

An eyebrow raised, showing your confusion. “That was quick.”

“He’s fine, if you’re insinuating what I think you are.”

“I’m not insinuating anything, sir.” It was a lie, of course. You wouldn’t put it past Fury to slow down the Captain anyway he could, especially if the Man Out of Time was putting up a fight. “Sir, with all due respect, I tried-”

“I know, Agent. When We get back, we’ll set up in Conference Room C. I want you to join us.”

Your eyes narrowed, free hand on your hip. “You only called me in to ease him into this whole new century thing-”

“And he’s not eased.”

“It’s not my fault, Fury. I told your guys that it was wrong-”

“I know, Agent. Introducing him to the new century obviously went less smoothly than we anticipated.”

“Ya think?”

“Conference Room-”

“C. I heard you the first time. I’ll be there. Give me a few minutes.” He hung up without any farewells, making you roll your eyes. The director had pulled you off an assignment - in the middle of it - and promised you could get back to it once you finished helping him with the Star Spangled Man problem; help Captain Rogers integrate into the new times. But it was starting to seem that Fury didn’t just mean when he woke up.

You quickly changed, switching the old fashioned uniform for the tighter SHIELD-assigned one, before heading up to the level with all the conference rooms. You understood doing this in New York instead of the HQ in DC - the captain was from New York and, as much as it changed, some things would be familiar - and you definitely understood not doing this on the Helicarrier since Rogers didn’t even know about smartphones yet. And you definitely weren’t complaining; you had an apartment here in the City that you hadn’t slept in for months now.

Glancing at the room plaques, you paused in front of ‘C’. You took a couple breaths, relaxing yourself just as you did before any mission, before opening the door and stepping in.

Fury and Rogers were sitting at the table on opposite ends, the blonde looking around warily, eyeing the few agents lining the walls. You shot Fury a look, disapproving of the firepower in the room.

“Captain. Director.” You nodded to them in greeting.

Roger’s eyes snapped towards you, recognition lighting up his features. “You-”

“Agent Y/N Y/L/N. Sorry about the act.”

He nodded hesitantly, watching you as you sat down a couple seats from Fury. “I have some other business to attend to, so I’ll make this quick. To help you adjust, it’s been decided to assign an agent to help you for the next few months. Agent Y/L/N, here, will take that position.”

You blinked, turning to Fury, not expecting that. “What?”

Fury ignored you, standing up and setting down a file on the table in front of you when he passed. “The file has what you need to explain to him. Start now.”

“Fury.” You snapped, eyebrows furrowing as you stared at the file. Looking back as the door opened, you scrambled to stand when you realized he was leaving. “Fury! Excuse me.” You pardoned yourself from the captain, chasing after the director without waiting for his reaction. “Nicholas!”

That got his attention, his stride pausing. He spun on his heel, an eyebrow quirked. “Agent-”

“You didn’t mention anything about months helping him. I thought you meant, at most, a week!”

He crossed his arms tightly across his chest. “You’re the first person he saw when he woke up. You’re the best option.”

“First off,” you mimicked his position, popping your hip for good measure. “Even though I was the first person he saw, I deceived him. Why would he trust me? Second, why me? I understand having me for the little show you put on. I get that. But me? Of all people? You know I don’t do personal stuff.”

Fury narrowed his eyes. “You’re on this, and that’s final. He needs to know politics and technology. Settle him into the apartment in the file.”

You gaped as he turned around and started towards the elevators at the end of the hallway. “What about-?!”

“Your mission is being taken care of!” He called over his shoulder. “Politics and technology!”

You huffed, stomping your foot, frustrated, well aware of the fact that you were throwing a mini tantrum. You worked behind the scenes, acting as someone other than yourself. You didn’t help 93 year old super soldiers settle into new houses, teach them about current politics, and explain what cell phones were.

Walking back into the conference room, you found it empty besides Rogers, who was looking through the file, eyebrows knit in confusion. “Sorry about that.” You apologized, moving around the table to plop into the seat next to him.

He gave a half hearted shrug, glancing over at you. “It’s okay. He didn’t tell you the plan. I don’t blame you for being annoyed.”

“Yeah…it’s nothing personal. I’m not annoyed at you, and it’s not because of you. It’s just-”

“You don’t do personal stuff.” At your quirked eyebrow, he tapped his ear. “I could hear you.”

You cleared your throat, feeling slightly embarrassed at being heard. “Oh. Right. Enhanced hearing. Um, so, I guess you’re already starting without me.”

The tips of his ears turned red as you gestured to the file he was scanning. He dropped it, moving it over to you. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” You shook your head. “It’s your schooling. However you wanna do this, whatever pace you want, we’ll do that. Fury just wants you to know-”

“Politics and technology.” He shot you a small smirk. “I heard that too.”

You chuckled a bit, nodding. “Right. Okay. Let’s see here. Nickie said there was an apartment they got you…”

“Page six.” He informed you as you flipped through the pages.

You hummed, looking at the small apartment, perfect size for one person, right here in Manhattan…in the same building as yours, you noted. “Of course.” You rolled your eyes. You’d basically be his babysitter, and you knew neither of you wanted that.

“What? What’s wrong?”

You sighed, shaking your head. “This is my building.”

He blinked, looking down at the picture of the apartment. “Oh. Well, if you want I can request a change-”

“No, no. It’s fine. I just - I wish Fury told me.”

“Can-can I ask you a personal question?”

You shrugged, thumbing through the rest of the file. They basically wanted you to give him a government lesson starting with the fifties and then go over military technological advancements - a lot of Stark Industries stuff. “You might as well. We’re gonna be spending quite a bit of time together.”

“Why don’t you do personal?” You stopped your reading, tapping a finger on the table as you chewed on your cheek. “Sorry. You don’t hafta share if it’s too personal. I get it. I was never really into sharing my emotions, either.”

Turning your head to him, your lips pursed thoughtfully. His head was ducked, his blonde hair previously parted and styled was falling into his eyes, which were trained on his linked hands in his lap. His forehead was still creased, but it was more contemplative than confused as it was previously.

“I specialize in undercover operations.” Ignoring the way he whipped his head to you, slight surprise in those blues that you were answering his question, your head dropped back to the files, trying to act nonchalantly. “Before that I grew up in foster homes. My parents died when I was little. Drunk driver. No one survived. I was…two. I think. Maybe three. I learned to keep my head down to stay out of trouble; be the kid whoever had me wanted me to be. Anyways, I’m used to playing other people. I’m not really used to being myself.”

The room was blanketed with a silence that wasn’t uncomfortable. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, either, but it was welcomed as Rogers processed what you had just told him. His voice was quiet, almost shy, when he spoke up. “You can be yourself with me…if you want.”

You looked over at him again, your lips turning up slightly as you met his sincere gaze. “Thanks. You can be yourself with me too, Captain Rogers.”

“Let’s start with you calling me Steve, Agent Y/L/N.”

Your features broke into a bigger grin as you nodded, accepting his terms. “Alright, Steve. I don’t really have a preference. Just don’t call me Agent. I get flashbacks to every conversation with Fury.”

Steve laughed and you couldn’t help but enjoy the way his eyes shut, his nose scrunching up. “Alright.” He agreed with a beam. “I think I can avoid that, honey.”

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professorspork · 3 years

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today in the Andromeda Galaxy, GLITCHES TRIED TO KILL ME BUT I MADE IT WORK. or, well. Helen made it work, actually, and I was very grateful. (Elaaden, what do you have against my triangle button working? and wtf was that Nomad bug where suddenly I could see through time and the world contracted and my hair turned white????)

anyway.

this morning I joked to Helen that I was feeling very “I love all of my crew equally”/“I don’t care for Cora” so today I made a concerted effort to get to know her better--and tried a few Nomad combos where she wouldn’t sound like the fun police. (turns out, she and Vetra get along great! and also when I put her with Peebee she gets very self-conscious about how she’s totes not appropriating asari culture and it’s v embarrassing. on the OTHER hand, she makes fun of Peebee for peeping on Jaal and like, again, wtf, let me have my ot3.)

I started out finishing up that Morda drive core mission that glitched, and of course I gave the krogan the drive core in exchange for the outpost because I LOVE KROGAN and also RYDER LOVES OUTPOSTS. win/win tbh. but honestly the best part was getting to pick the dialogue option talking to Addison “fuck Tann” and Ryder actually getting to say fuck! it’s the little things.

after closing out Elaaden I decided to try and finish up a few errand-y missions like scanning plants, etc. in doing so, I got to play soccer with my very best friend Liam which was a heartwarming lot of fun, and fought TWO architects because just one was not enough. Peebee’s ex stole our beloved Proof Of Concept (I know the bot is called Poc, but honestly I think full-naming it is much cuter) and I was all “of course I’m gonna help you we’re in this together” which threw Peebee off her game because she’s still thrown every time someone cares about her. I AM, AGAIN, CANNOT EMPHASIZE THIS ENOUGH, GENUINELY SAD I’M GOING TO HAVE TO CHOOSE AMONG ROMANCE OPTIONS. this experience could not be more different from the main trilogy, where I romanced Liara out of a sense of obligation/curiosity faaaaaar more than any genuine interest or investment, and wasn’t tempted* to deviate from that by anyone else along the way. there are a thousand mechanical reasons why I think romance works much, much better in Andromeda than it ever did in the main series--among them the very pointed focus on found family throughout, the more nuanced ability to craft a unique Ryder by doing away with paragon/renegade and instead having the more robust conversation trees, and the overworld chatting on the Nomad giving EVERYONE the amount of personality off the bat that my OG crew had to like bite and claw for for two and a half games-- but like. I’m not gonna lie a big part of it is just that I just think more of these people are more interesting as potential partners. I THINK I AM AN ANDROMEDA GIRL.

* well that’s a lie I would have romanced Tali in a heartbeat if I weren’t playing fem!Shep and that was illegal. and I’ll probably romance Sam Traynor after that. so. it’s not a total bust.

but I digress.

saved that scientist’s baby on Voeld, and afterwards had my first ACTUAL, HUMAN conversation with Addison about--shockingly--the nature of friendship. I was genuinely surprised and pleased! look at us go! I also did some spying for that STG agent, and got the world’s most badly delivered “gee, are you really going to believe that old coot?” speech out of my main suspect, which was hilariously insulting.

and then, partly due to Helen’s advice and partly because, again, today was Learn To Appreciate Cora Day, I finished out her loyalty mission! I was shocked to find Sarissa alive after all the build-up-- I was certain that after that long a drum roll for how key she’d be in the Initiative’s growth that we’d find her mega-dead-- but as Helen pointed out to me, the trope is Don’t Meet Your Heroes, not Your Hero Is Probably Dead, Actually. her whole “be calm, soldier” routine @ Vedaria was kind of grating in the moment but is very cute after the fact, so fine. the whole muted sounds and gravity tricks of that final fight were super fun, even though I did accidentally jump into space once or twice. the big biotics lightshow was v impressive, but after I took a pretty hardline stance on Sarissa: come clean and shut up, and you’re fired. I did get a little offended when the asari captain was like “you could have killed us all, it was only dumb luck that Ryder found us” bc EXCUSE ME, SOME OF IT WAS DUMB SKILL, but still. it was good to get that all settled, and very good to hear Cora say what was immediately obvious to everyone but her, which is that her compulsion towards mentors and plans would have made her a poor Pathfinder but makes her a perfect XO.

then I hit level 50 and spent a lot of time upgrading my gear, and like-- a kind god would have put the loadout console next to R&D and the buy/sell screen so I wouldn’t have to run up and down the Tempest corridor like an idiot. but whatever. Baby’s Fourth Beam Gun TM (an Avenger with a beam emitter) is working out splendidly, I’m slicing and dicing with my asari sword, and I’ve just put seeking plasma bolts on my Eagle which delights me. still shopping around for my ideal sniper before I commit but we’re getting there!

then I went to start the new planet, but then realized Ark Natanus was right there, and ended up backtracking twice. First I ran back to the Nexus thinking there’d be another fun homecoming cut scene for the asari like there’d been for the salarians that I didn’t want to muddy with adding turians, too, only that didn’t happen. boo! I did remember to check on my mom, tho, so that was nice and emotional. then I went back to Netanus to start that up, only to realize I was wearing a very ugly and entirely face-obscuring helmet-- and once it was clear the entirety of the mission was going to be me emoting at Rix, I restarted the mission with a different armor loudout. yes, I am that vain, but only because opportunities for mlm/wlw solidarity are rare in this game (Gil’s been quiet lately, lol) and Rix deserved my best. though after doing all this, I am wondering: why do all the SAMs have different voices? surely making even one AI as smart and unique as SAM is difficult; then making each Ark’s SAM unique feels like an unnecessary burden? but whatever.

H-whateverthefuck is by far my favorite planet to Nomad around on. I’ve been complaining about the lack of low gravity mechanics since the Mako in ME1 (WE WENT TO THE MOON, THE LITERAL MOON, OUR MOON, AND NOT EVEN THAT HAD LOW GRAVITY?) and so this felt like pure vindication. (also, in general but very aggressively NOT for this planet because of the radiation, shout out to the Nomad for letting me get out no matter how poorly or vertically it’s parked, because lord knows I glitched the Mako many times trying to pause and get out in ‘impossible’ places the Nomad handles with ease.) anyway. the concept of a broken-up planet is terrifying, and the reality of it was eerie as all get-out. what neat execution!

and speaking of a neat execution, I’m so relieved going with the interrupt and firing at Meriwether while she held Sid worked, because I was again legit scared I might get Sid killed. as you’ll recall re: my Jaal loyalty mission, that’s the second time I was genuinely quite nervous there would be real consequences to screwing this up! I give the game a lot of credit for building a world where it feels like I really could screw up that badly. I’m very proud/fond of Sid, and the whole security camera mechanic was delightful-- a more fun version of the kind of stuff KOTOR always made me do. back on the Tempest, I decided to flirt with Vetra while the flirting’s still good, but tbh her flirt option (“I care about Sid bc I care about you”) wasn’t even all that romantically valanced, if you ask me! but also I love that Sid’s idea of justice is fast-tracking having cats in Heleus.

phew! with so many big things now out of the way, I’m not sure how much dithering I can/should do before continuing with the main mission. but that’s a decision for future me.

#leah plays mass effect andromeda

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avengerscompound · 4 years

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The Tower: The Queen of Asgard, 3

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1861

Warnings: None this chapter

Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man. When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.

Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood. While others expect Thor to make things more official. What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.

Author’s Note: Written with my very own Clint Barton @fanficwriter013

Chapter 3 - The Hair Cut

That night we all gathered together for a family meal. Wanda and I had cooked. She took the lead so there were a lot of Sokovian and Romany dishes, as well as some very American sides like Mac and Cheese just in case the kids were being fussy.

Thor sat with Riley in his lap as Steve put Pietro in his highchair. “This is Riley’s highchair,” Steve said indicating to the other chair. “If you don’t want her wiping her sticky fingers on you while you eat.”

“Am I not meant to be a napkin?” Thor joked.

Steve chuckled. “You can be if you like. But there are other options.”

“I’m sure she will love using you as a napkin.” I teased.

“I would assume so,” Thor said as Riley buried her face into his neck and started kicking her legs.

Wanda and I put a variety of foods into the kid’s bowls and then sat and began helping ourselves.

“Now, Natasha,” I said when everyone had started eating. “There’s something you need to come to terms with.”

“What’d I do?” She asked.

“Well, see... here's the thing,” I said, putting my fork down and looking at her. “Out here at the compound, we can go outside with the kids and play or do whatever and we're left alone because the worst case it’s just agents around, but generally the house is isolated. If we go back to the tower, the only way the kids can get to play outside is to go to the park, which means…”

“No,” Nat said, firmly. “Nope. No. Nuh-uh.”

“They have to be able to go outside and play, Nat,” Sam said.

“No.” She repeated, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Nat, they have to. Taking out the psychological need children have to do that. They need vitamin d to live.” I said.

“They can play on the roof,” Natasha said. “You said you could make a garden for them to play in, right, Tony?”

“Yeah. I can do that, but Nat, you can’t …” Tony started.

“Three years!” Natasha almost shouted. “I have saved them from those monsters for three years!”

“I know you have, Natasha,” I said. “You've done a great job. But every year you do it their world becomes smaller. They can't just exist in a bubble where there are no other parts of the world. They should be able to go to the beach or Disney or the park with their dog. The longer we keep them from that the less chance they have of actually being normal kids who can interact with society. They will grow to resent us for what we kept from them. I know it sucks... but we have to figure out a way we can navigate in the actual world that negates the damage.”

Natasha scowled and muttered something in Russian as Clint rubbed her back. She let out a breath and gave a slight nod. “They need to respect their boundaries, or so help me…”

“Luckily we have someone here who grew up with it and might have some ideas,” Steve said.

“We could take out restraining orders. Happy was always pretty good at keeping them out of shot of me. I’ll talk to him. Maybe they can have a team that just stays out of sight and sweeps around.” Tony said.

“That’s a start,” Steve said. “We’ll work this out, Natasha, but El is right, as much as we want to protect them, they can’t live in a bubble.”

“I want to keep them in a bubble,” Natasha muttered. “I mean it though, I’ll kill them if they get too close to my babies.”

“Mama!” Pietro scolded, scrunching up his nose. “Don’t be naughty.”

Natasha laughed so hard she snorted. “Sorry, bud.”

“Nat snorted.” I giggled.

“El, don’t make me get in trouble with my son again.” She warned.

“What? It was cute.”

She eyed me but didn’t say anything and I smirked at her as I took a mouthful of my food.

“I may require some assistance here,” Thor said.

We all looked over to him to see Riley’s hand stuck to the side of his head. She looked distressed as Thor held her hand in place so she didn’t yank his hair out.

“Oh, damn,” Clint said getting up and coming over to him and slowly trying to get Riley’s hand free. “Okay, get me the vinegar.”

I got up and rushed to the kitchen, bringing back apple cider vinegar. “Okay, bug, don’t move,” Clint said as he began to work the vinegar into Thor’s hair and untangle Riley’s hands from it.

“Daddy!” Riley whined as she tugged on Thor’s hair.

“Jelly Bean, your hand is literally attached to someone else right now,” Clint said. “You know how you complain when daddy brushes your hair too hard and it rips the knots out? That’s what you’re doing to Daddy Thor right now.”

“Sorry, daddy.” She said, starting to cry.

“It’s okay, princess. I’m not angry.” Thor said.

“I stuck.” She said, fat tears running down her cheeks.

“I know,” Thor said. “Daddy Clint is going to get you out.”

“You kids need to use your forks when you eat,” Steve said.

“Yeah, that’s the difference between babies and big kids,” Natasha added.

“‘M a big girl.” Riley sobbed as Pietro picked up his fork and awkwardly started to shovel Mac and Cheese into his mouth, more spilling down his front than getting in his mouth.

Clint managed to work Riley’s hand free and she stopped crying and looked up at him “Fank you, daddy.” She said, opening and closing her hand.

“You're welcome, sweetheart,” Clint said wiping her hands clean. “Now we’re going to use our fork and after dinner, you and your brother are going to have a bath.”

“Baff!” Riley said excitedly.

“No, Baff, daddy,” Pietro whined.

“Thor, we’re going to need to put coconut oil in your hair to untangle it properly. Maybe a hair mask. I can help you with that after dinner if you like.” Clint said.

“I would appreciate that,” Thor said.

We all finished up eating and Wanda and Sam took the kids for their bath while Clint and I took Thor to fix his hair.

“Take a seat on the edge of the tub,” Clint said. “Gotta rinse it out first if I’m gonna try and save it.”

Thor took his shirt off and sat down on the rim of the tub. Clint began to fiddle with the water and started to rinse Thor’s hair. “El, can you pass me the wide-toothed comb.”

I handed it over and he carefully began to pick out the knots with it. “This is going to be some feat. I hope you’re feeling patient, Thor.” Clint said.

“You could just shave it.” I joked.

“Yeah, that would definitely be easier.” Clint chuckled, as he very patiently worked on Clint’s hair.

“Perhaps that would be best,” Thor said. “She was very upset at being stuck. I do not like that I upset her like that.”

“You’re sure?” I asked.

“Yes. I’m sure.” Thor said.

“Oh, god,” I said, going to grab the clippers. “I can’t believe we’re about to shave off the mighty Thor’s beautiful tresses.”

Clint began prepping the clippers while I plugged them in. “Why are you more upset than Thor?”

I shrugged. “I’m a dramatic bitch?”

“Okay, well. Don't scream.” Clint said. He turned the clippers on and ran them through Thor’s hair.

“Oh my god,” I said as I watched. “Don’t make him bald.”

“Don't worry, it'll look good,” Clint said as he worked.

I watched on as Thor’s hair got shorter and shorter, his blond locks collecting on the floor around him. I swept up as Clint went and soon it began to look more like a hair cut. Quite like Clint’s actually. Short, back and sides, a little more length to the top. Clint pulled back and looked over his work. “It’s still gonna need a treatment.” He said.

“Coconut oil?” I asked.

Clint nodded and grabbed a brush to sweep away the stray strands and I got the coconut oil and began to work it into Thor’s hair and scalp.

Thor looked up at me and hummed. “Thank you both.”

“You're welcome. Sorry about ol' sticky hands.” I said.

He put his hand on my hips and smiled softly. “I was warned.”

“Well, this is extreme,” I said. “He’s done a good job though. Steve might say you copied him.”

Thor chuckled. “It was getting a bit much anyway. With all my duties I barely had time to take care of it properly.”

“Really?” I asked, spiking it up at the top. “But don’t you have people for that. You had all the braids and everything.”

“I know, but… I have been growing less comfortable with asking for that level of treatment. I know my people don’t mind but I always feel more relaxed here, when I lack all the privileges that come with the crown.”

“You feel guilty don’t you?” I asked. “About not being able to be here?”

“Very much.” He agreed.

“You’re doing your best. You’re allowed to put them down when you’re here.” I said. “This isn’t ideal, I know. It wasn’t planned either and you are the king whether that’s what you want or not.”

“They don't want to be put down,” Thor said, sounding guilty. “They climb me.”

“I know. They are really, really excited to see you. And you're very strong and they like that you just put up with it.” I said, taking a seat beside him. “But... being a parent is more than that. What you're being is a fun uncle. Which... is Loki's job I guess? You can be firm with them about boundaries. And you should be. That's what being a parent is.”

“I miss them when I am away. I want to make it count.” He said, frowning.

“They love you. We all do.” I said, rubbing his thigh. “Are you seeing anyone? Else I mean.”

“I’m supposed to.” He said. “But no. Nothing else feels right outside of this.”

I rubbed his leg. “This will always be here.”

“You can probably rinse that out now,” Clint said sweeping the last of the hair into the trash.

I grabbed the showerhead and rinsed the oil out of his hair. When he was done I switched it off. “You want to check the damage?” Clint asked.

“Please.” Thor agreed, getting up and looking in the mirror. “It looks good. You are good at this.”

Clint blushed a little. “Thanks.”

Thor pulled Clint up against him. “No, thank you.”

Clint grinned and leaned up and kissed Thor. Thor pulled him closer and kissed him hungrily. Clint hummed and submitted to him, almost melting in the larger man’s embrace. Thor pulled back and looked down at Clint, he caressed his jaw gently. “I have missed you, little bird.”

“I missed you too,” Clint said.

“Shall we go find the others? Have a little fun?” Thor suggested.

I smiled and came over and kissed his shoulder. “I think that’s a very good idea.”

// NEXT

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thundermaximoff · 5 years

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Deity | Loki x reader

Pairing: Loki x reader

Style: One-Shot

Word count: 3048

Warning: fluff

Summary: Y/N new between Avengers. But she's not so confident with her powers and their controlling. And now she needs to attend Tony's annual Gala.

Will anyone be able to help her with her confidence?

A/N: Holy molly...I did it! First of all, I'm not good in writing One-Shots. It always ends as multichapter. Second thing is that this is my first fiction in English after 6years. So I know it's actually crappy. But I needed to write something different, since I'm stuck with my other stories. And I want to thank @devilbat @that-writer-who-never-posts and @ladybugsfanfics for their amazing stories that inspired me to write this one.

Hope you'll like it.

"So...The Gala." Said Wanda, trying to sound like she wasn't interested at all.

"What with that?" Sam got caught by her little bait and shifted a bit on the sofa in the living quarters, so now he was half lying.

It was again that part of the year,when none other than Tony Stark forced everyone, to dress up and kiss some wealthy asses, to get money for the upcoming year.

Or at least, that's what Natasha told Y/N when she asked why is there such a fuss around it. It was clear to her that no one actually wanted to go. Except Steve and Thor. Thor loved every party with alcohol. And Steve was just like labrador. He loved people and couldn't help himself.

Y/N put down the book she was barely reading, because of so many voices interrupting her peace. She was sitting on the floor with back resting against the sofa.

"Alright guys, it's not going to be that bad."

Y/N turned her head after the voice, raising eyebrows on Clint.

"I don't have dress." Mumbled Wanda to herself, because no one didn't paid attention to her anymore.

As they were loudly arguing one over the other Y/N sighed to herself. It wasn't about that nobody noticed her presence in the room so far, but because being around big crowd of people just wasn't her thing.

Even just thinking about, what can go wrong there, made her nauseous. Y/N looked at her hands and bit her lower lip to gain back at least a drop of her control.

"I can't go there." Y/N muttered, hoping that no one could actually hear her.

"Sorry for ruining, whatever your plans are Draga, but everyone needs to attend." Said lazily voice behind her back. As Y/N turned her head, clearly startled by whoever noticed her, she met with half asleep Bucky. "That's the rule."

He didn't even look at her. Just comfortably folded his arms on his chest. But thanks to this old soldier, everyone was now looking at her.

"Is there any possible way to get out of it?" Y/N looked desperately around, searching for anyone to save her.

"What's the problem?" That spider-boy, who she couldn't even remember the name,sat beside her.

"Peter…"

Natasha walked into the room. And Y/N was glad she did, because thanks to it, she was able to address this poor boy by his name again.

"What?" He asked Natasha with puppy-like face.

"You're not going." She said firmly with serious, or rather more murderous look.

"WHY I CAN'T GO?" Peter immediately threw a tantrum. Huffing like a little boy he was.

"Tony banned you. You know, what happened last time." When Natasha said that, that boy's face turned its colour to crimson red.

Y/N could only presume, what happened, since she wasn't part of the squad back then. And that was the thing Y/N feared the most. Her powers were unstable, when she got nervous. And she got nervous easily. The last thing she wanted was to make a scene or turn the room upside down.

Which could happen even now. She loved all the Avengers. They were her only family. But they were too much to handle, when they were all in one room. Sometimes Thor was enough to get on her power control.

"Are you worried about your powers?" Asked Clint as if he was able to read her mind.

"Nothing's gonna happen." Pietro swifted behind Wanda, leaning to kiss her forehead as she was sitting in the armchair comfortably.

Y/N was envious of their relationship, even though they were just siblings. She didn't want to admit it out loud, but she was jealous.

"How do you know that?" Y/N asked, her lower lip now shivering slightly.

"Because we all will be there to get embarrassed instead." Said Bucky, finally giving up on sleeping. He sat up and smiled with still sleepy eyes at Y/N.

Y/N felt a bit reassured by his words. But still felt uneasy about the upcoming event, she couldn't run from.

"But can you imagine, Y/N tripping while walking down the stairs, starting to panic in the middle of the fall, only to teleport onto someone's lap?" Sam wasn't even able to say that without laughing like a mad man, rolling from the sofa, falling on the ground.

Y/N cheeks started to heat up as she imagined it vividly.

"Or that Y/N get so scared that she turns to liquid in front of the prime minister." Ads Wanda and high-fives with Sam.

Few other laughs, but it doesn't seem so funny to others. And especially to Y/N.

In the middle of those two laughing and Y/N feeling embarrassed like never before, Bucky stood up and looked at everyone.

"Not so funny to me." He silenced them both by that single sentence. "And now, if you excuse me. I need to prepare my formal arm."

Everyone burst out laughing. Every one except Y/N. As she more and more succumb into her own fear, she's not able to stay in the room. Without any other word Y/N vanished, scaring the hell out of Peter.

Y/N was pacing in her room. Opposing emotions fighting inside her. She once again glanced at dress sprawled on her bed.

I heard what happened. And I know you feel insecure about your powers. I'm not going to persuade you to come, but if you decide to come, I'll be glad.

Y/N sighed and buried face in her hands. Everyone tried to calm her anxiety. Bruce tried to find way to calm her. But all the science was useless. Sam and Wanda even apologised for their childish behaviour. But none of that helped to decide.

It was that note, stucked to those beautiful dress in front of her, which made her think about going.

There was no name on the note. Y/N had no idea who sent those, but they were exquisite. Part of her didn't want them to come in vain. Even if that meant, she'll get embarrassed in them.

Hour and half later, and already being late, Y/N stopped in front of the elevator doors. She didn't feel like herself. It was easier for her to run in shirt and pants around the compounds than in dresses. Her uniform was better than this. Mostly, because she already got used to it. Partly.

Another sigh escaped Y/N lips as she absentmindedly looked at doors.

I can't do it

Yes I can

No I can't

I can

Y/N's hands shaking as she finally pressed the button on the side of the elevator. She wanted to do this for herself. To stop being such a coward. Like when Avengers found her. When they saved her.

She was scared a lot more back then. For a few weeks she was able to talk just to Steve and Tony. Y/N forced herself into it. Just like she was forcing herself now.

Part of her wanted to find out, who is the person, which sent her the dress. But she already had idea who it might've been. That note was diligently and beautifully written. That left just a few options to choose between.

Y/N got out of the elevator and walked down the hall. Each step accompanied with loud thud of her heart. She at least tried to find a piece of confidence in it.

Cabaret music was faintly playing as a background to loud voices of the people in the room. It was the largest one in whole compounds and yet it was overflowing with people.

Y/N halted in front of the railing and looked around, feeling a bit nauseous. She spotted a few of her friends laughing loudly. Some were in the middle of passionate discussions. And Thor was occupying the bar, as always.

Close to him was standing person Y/N saw only occasionally around. Mostly on missions or in the library. It was none other than Thor's brother, Loki.

His raven hair tidily combed to the back, curling behind his ears and around his neck like snakes. His Asgardian clothes were a little bit off today, but he looked good despite that. He was standing out. It wasn't even his classic one. The black, green with hints of gold. This one was mostly blue with yellow and black. It perfectly underlined his icy blue eyes.

As if he knew, someone was looking at him, Loki raised his gaze, meeting with Y/N's eyes. He couldn't believe his eyes. On the top of the stairs stood completely different person than he knew. She was always like gray mouse. But in the blue sleeveless dress with, yet to discover, bare back and veil, she looked like a goddess. Like she wasn't earthling at all.

He couldn't take his eyes off her. Nor he was able to speak.

Y/N immediately looked away and slowly walked down the stairs. Holding onto the railing the whole time, as she clearly remembered what Sam said before.

"Oh my God Y/N. You look stunning. Where did you got those dress?" Wanda squeezed both her hands, thoroughly examining the gown.

"Someone sent them to me." Y/N answered shyly as she tucked loosen strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Gave you that needed confidence to come, huh?" Appeared Pietro out of nowhere.

But that didn't scared Y/N at all. She was a master of appearing from nowhere.

"Or...she want to know, who sent her these." Wanda smiled at her devilishly, which made Y/N blush through thin layer of makeup she had on.

"Let her be, you sharks."

Y/N heard Thor's loud voice as well as Maximoff twins. Her face immediately lightened up as she turned at the God of thunder.

"Thor! I'm so glad to see you." Y/N shortened the space between them and hugged him, which the God returned gracefully.

"I'm glad to see you as well lady Y/N. " Thor bowed when he let her go.

He clearly had something greater than earthling's beer. But there was something else that made Y/N stop in her tracks.

"Can...can I ask you something?" Y/N bit inside of her cheek to calm herself and actually wait till God's answer, to ask.

"What can I help you with?" Large smile was plastered on his face, even though his eyes were a little hazy from the alcohol.

"Did you, by any chance, sent me these?" Y/N asked as she pointed on her dress, too eager to know the answer.

Thor furrowed his eyebrows, as if he was thinking hard.

"I'm not aware of that."

Y/N's face dropped a bit. She thanked him and took a stroll around the room. Trying to talk to people.

It was harder than she thought. But of course she tried, holding her head high and smiling ever so slightly, so that nobody would tell she felt insecure.

"Ahh, Y/N. Come here. I would like to introduce you to someone." Tony spotted her in the crowd, even though she thought it was impossible.

He had one of his expensive suits with crimson handkerchief in flap pocket. With load of jovial manners he held his whiskey glass in one hand, motioned at Y/N to come closer with the other.

Y/N nodded slightly, wanting to please the organizer. Till now she thought that everything went well.

And as Y/N walked towards Tony and his company, someone bumped into her rather roughly.

And that was the moment, everything started to fall apart.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she stumbled, trying to find anything to catch herself onto. Only to overthrow waitresses tray as her arm turned into liquid. She accidentally ignited alcohol beneath her feet, falling to the ground. Y/N closed her eyes firmly. Feeling the heat of embarrassment running up her cheeks.

But when she opens them again, she's nowhere near the spot she was just a few seconds ago.

Instead she was face to face with wide chest covered in blue leather. Y/N knew exactly who's chest it was. But at the same time she was scared even to look up.

"Trying to lit up the party?" Loki chuckled as he looked down at Y/N.

Once again he saw the same person in her. And he thought it was somehow cute.

Y/N started trembling, embarrassment taking over once again.

"That...really was not my intention." Even her voice was trembling.

She made one step back, to get away from that intoxicating scent of his, only to be pulled back by his hand. Her eyes widened.

Loki's hand was cold, casually resting on Y/N's bare back.

"Careful. If you don't want to repeat the whole scene." The God of mischief whispered with his deep voice into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Breath hitched in her throat, pushing Loki away. Y/N shot him a deadly glare.

"Now, if you excuse me, I really need some air." Y/N said almost growling at him, before she disappeared once again, as she didn't wanted nothing more than to run away.

As Y/N teleported on the balcony, the furthest point she could go beside missions, bit cold air fan over her figure. Warming herself by softly stroking her arms, she walked towards railing.

She looked at the buzzing city in front of her.

All those lights and sounds made Y/N feel lonely. She wanted to be like others. Not minding what everyone thought about her.

"Can I join you?" Loki's voice cut through the seemingly pleasant atmosphere.

Y/N turned to him, annoyance glistening in her eyes.

"What do you think?" She spat at him.

But that remark just made Loki chuckle as he walked over to her.

"What do you want?" Y/N said, clearly not happy that Loki wasn't understanding her even a bit. Or maybe he did it on purpose, to ruin this evening even more.

"It's such a beautiful night, isn't it?" Loki leaned his body to the railing, observing Y/N's every move. Even the tiniest one.

He was fascinated by her brusque tongue and how she could change her behaviour in seconds.

"What do you want, Loki?" Y/N asked again, folding her arms on chest, feeling pissed with each second.

She just wanted to be alone. But now she was forced to stand in front of the person, who made her heart beat like crazy.

Y/N knew very well, it was a bad idea to like the God of mischief, but she couldn't help herself. She fell for his every inch the moment she first saw him. Even though he didn't spare her glance back then. There was something that pulled her to him. Like a magnet. Or maybe more like a drug.

Shivers ran through her whole body, overshadowing the feeling of coldness. Which Loki immediately noticed, taking off his cloak, putting it around her shoulders.

"I just wanted to admire dress I sent you." Loki's eyes sparkled softly, turning Y/N speechless.

She didn't dare to dream that it could've been him, sending her those. And actually, she forgot about that little mission of hers, after she got so badly embarrassed.

Y/N wanted to ask him so many questions in that moment, wanting to turn down his smug smile. But first of all, she poked Loki's chest, to be sure he's real and not just her imagination. Even though that cloak seemed pretty much real to her, warming her body.

When the tip of her finger actually touched the leather surface, she looked at him shocked. As if she just realized everything was true.

Loki was calmly standing there, looking at her with clear interest. Y/N was different from others, in his eyes.

"I suppose you like them." Loki chuckled, catching Y/N's hand, before she could take it back.

"W...why?" Y/N whispered, looking down at her hand in his.

It didn't make sense.

Nothing did anymore.

"You needed confidence and I wanted to see you in dress. It's a win win."

Y/N narrowed her eyebrows in disbelief. It seemed as one crappy reason to her.

"Look. I know that you still feel more useless than the benefit. "He squeezed her hand, sending yet another wave of shivers through her body.

"But I saw, what you can do. On the missions, you're practically different person. So radiantly confident." Loki took a step forward, slowly closing the distance between them.

Y/N wanted to run away yet again. But this time from completely different reason. This was something that she didn't count between her options.

She was just looking at that Mischievous God, thinking that it must be one of his pranks.

"Do you want to know, what I saw when you were standing on the top of the stairs?" Loki made another step forward, causing their bodies to touch on all those right places.

Y/N's breath hitched in her throat, all her thoughts and rational reasons vanishing. Like if she was drunk or drugged.

And she really was. Intoxicated by his scent, voice, heat of his body and even those damn eyes. But Y/N nodded almost desperately, eager to hear his voice again.

"Confident dazzling Goddess."

Moans were bubbling in Y/N's throat, as Loki hit all those right strings, making her weak in the knees. But Loki leaned even closer and whispered to her ear.

"I saw Deity."

Embarrassment and fear was no longer in Y/N's body system. As if Loki casted a spell over her. She turned her head a little, just to be able to look at him.

"You liked that?" Y/N asked, biting her lower lip.

"Damn, I love it." He licked his lips before attacking hers.

"What do you think?" Thor asked happily, pointing at the balcony.

"That we have two problems now." Sighed Steve, massaging bridge of his nose.

"It was your idea" Gasped Bucky and Peter in disbelief.

"Peter?" Everyone turned to the youngest.

"What?"

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rogue-barnes-16 · 5 years

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THE MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE OF NATASHA ROMANOFF (part III/?)

Summary: after the too convenient disappearance of Natasha Romanoff, the Avengers —a local biker gang— search for help in the most unexpected place in order to get their friend back. Will it help, or will the situation just get more twisted and dangerous?

Pairing: biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Genre: angst-ish (biker gang au)

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Warnings: language, kinda angsty but not too much

A/N: third part of these because I think I'll go crazy if I stay in this kind of semi-hiatus any longer. Hope you enjoy my darlings <3.

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BUCKY’S P. O. V.

Her hands were on the sides of my ribcage to provide her some balance while I was riding to the nearest diner.

It was an odd, though familiar feeling. The way her grip on my leather jacket briefly tightened when I took a turn, or the contact her the front of her legs made with the back of mines.

And I really really didn't want to stop driving, because I had missed that feeling, even if I wouldn't admit it out loud, even if I wanted to think I had moved on.

But I started to slow down the moment we reached the nearest diner's parking lot, and her hands left my jacket to hold herself steady using to the back of the bike.

As soon as the bike was parked, my feet reached the ground, still straddling the vehicle for us to be safe while taking off the helmet.

Once I had accomplished that task, I looked over my, slightly turning my torso to see if Y/n had done the same.

"Wow! okay" I chuckled while that magnetic girl I had just met in the bar —thanks to Carol— combed her recently messed hair with her fingers. "that was... Wild." her eyes were still widely open, but a half smile was now tugging the corner of her lip. "such a ride."

"first time riding a bike?"

"first time in bike with you" she replied, climbing off in a very surprisingly smooth way . "you really gotta slow down, I didn't even have helmet, boy."

I mimicked her movements and grabbed my things before approaching her. "well, I can fix that." we walked side by side to the bar. "I'll get you one."

"you seem pretty confident about me riding with you ever again."

"got a feeling you'll end up liking it" I replied with a smug smirk, opening the door of the establishment for her.

She shook her head no, peeking at me with a half smile tugging the corner of her lips. "Keep dreaming, Bucky."

"with you?" I questioned, following right behind her back into the bar, where both the gang and Carol waited for us. "Always."

"Cheesy."

READER'S P. O. V.

I let the helmet rest on my seat between my things while I combed my hair with my fingers. No matter how short or covered it was, with or without helmet, it always ended up tangled.

I had forgotten that minor inconvenience of riding a bike, specifically with the man I rode with.

"Ready?" he asked, holding the handlebars firmly. I gave him a lazy nod in response and proceeded to hop off the bike. "Let's go then." he walked side by side with me to the diner and when we reached the door, he opened it for me.

As soon as we sat down on the booth that was the furthest from the patrons of the place, the waiter came to take our order, which were just two black coffees, one of them iced.

Bucky waited until we had our coffees to speak, in order to avoid nosy ears, I figured. "It was two days ago." he started, swallowing the first sip of his coffee. "Nat had been keeping an eye on a guy for a while." I motioned for him to continue.

"Why would she do that?" I questioned with a frown. "Thought you were that type of gang, now were you?" I added with sarcasm.

"Wait a fucking second, will ya?" I motioned him to keep going with my hand. "the dude was following this girl." I tilted my head with confusion. "Stalking her."

"I got it the first time, James, I'm not that dumb." he muttered something under his breath, taking another sip of coffee. In reply, I just scoffed. "Why help that girl in particular?"

"We owed his brother a favor. Big one" he added, not quite focused on what he was saying. "Tasha's gonna scare him y'know? But turns out this guy wasn't a creep." he nursed his cup. "He's a rival gang member."

I opened my eyes widely, letting myself fall against the backrest of the booth. "Holy fuck." I always had assumed the Avengers were the only gang. Never in my time with them had I heard about a rival gang, I only knew that was dangerous shit.

Bucky’s blue eyes flickered to me, realizing too late that this was completely new information to me. "Yeah... I told Natasha to quit, we could protect this girl in other ways." he shook his head no. "she said she'll stay, just in case what was happening involved us."

"And then she dissappears." I sighed, massaging my temples, wondering what the fuck I was thinking when I decided I would help. "Bucky, I really don't see why I'm the only option."

"I-- listen." he lifted his gaze subtly to check no one was observing us. "I'm not supposed to be tellin' ya this."

"But you're gonna do it anyway."

He straight up ignored my comment as he mirrored my posture. "we have an inside problem."

"a something or a someone?" I was now definitely regretting the decision of going to my ex's house to lend a hand to his gang. "fuck, James, you better tell me it's a something and not a someone."

His sorry eyes and pursed lips killed my lame hope. "you want me to lie?"

"Yeah, for once I actually want you to lie." he clenched his jaw and diverted his eyes from me. "I went to your place and you have a fucking mole." Bucky’s gaze returned to me intently, shushing me. "don't fucking shush me" I retorted, internally freaking out. "I just put myself in danger 'cause I was stupid enough to decide to help."

"You're not in danger." he replied in low voice.

"okay now, you don't fucking know that."

"Whoever the problem is, they ain't there."

"Yeah sure." thousands of different scenarios that ended up with my corpse in a ditch went through my panicking mind as I stood up to walk away. "this was the worst fucking idea I've ever had." I mumbled under my breath, stepping out of the diner.

The fact that I didn't hear Bucky’s heavy combat boots after me in order to try and change my mind was surprising enough.

What was also surprising was finding another bike approaching the parking lot of the diner, and Clint almost jumping off it.

He took off his helmet way too fast for it to be safe before close to shouting my name. "Y/n!" For some reason, I stopped walking to wait for him to get to me. "Listen--"

"I'm out, Clint. I'm sorry." my apologies were genuine, because I knew how much Natasha meant to the dirty blonde man.

"No! Fuck- hold on for a second please." he begged, raising his hands in front of me to stop me. "I don't know what Barnes told you but--"

"Said that you got a mole inside."

"Fuckin'... Okay, I know you feel like your life is in danger if you help us but listen," his eyes spoke how desperate he was to get to his bestfriend on time. "Nat... You know I can't lose her and I swear if you help us, I'll protect you with my life okay? But please, Y/n... I'm sorry you got mixed into this but we- I really need you to help us."

I clenched my jaw, trying to meditate coolly about my reply to his beg.

I had put my feelings aside in order to think clearer, and that was one hell of a headache, given the people who were involved.

"Y/n please. Please, I swear on my fucking life I won't let anything bad happen to you." Clint assured me in a whisper. "please."

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

I stayed sat in the booth for a brief moment after Y/n had left.

I really didn't know what else I could do to convince her to help us. I didn't know how to make her believe me, to assure her that she wouldn't get hurt on my watch.

I didn't know how to get her to trust me if I promised to keep her safe at all costs, because once you break someone's trust —specially someone's like Y/n's— there was no going back 99% of the times.

"Fuck."

I rushed to the door, attempting to reach Y/n, because I had to convince her. I owed it to Natasha, to Clint, to Sam, to Steve; I owed it to myself, because I kept losing my grasp on Y/n, and in this situation, letting her leave wasn't an option anymore.

When I got out, both helmets in my hands, I saw Clint in front of Y/n, practically begging for her aid.

"Clint... I'm sorry. I really am..." she spoke. "I can't."

"Yeah, you can." she spun around at the same time as Clint's eyes laid on my form over the girl's shoulder. "you can, and you have to."

She was suddenly fuming. "what the hell did you just say?"

"Bucky shut the fuck up and stop making it worse." Clint warned me while Y/n took a couple of steps towards me.

"You have to." I repeated as confident as I could whilst my heart pounded in my chest. "You have to, that's why you came all the way from your fancy ass apartment in Manhattan." it was the fourth sort of conversation I had with the girl I hadn't talked in a year, and I had decided to push her buttons. "'cause no matter how you fucking hate me, y'know you won't be able to sleep at night—"

"Shut the fuck up, Bucky." Clint repeated, almost hysterical as I went on, my eyes locked with Y/n's in an attempt to make her know I meant every word.

"—if something happened to Natasha when, knowing you could've, you refused to help." Y/n pursed her lips, refusing to retort anything. "whether you like it or not, I know you Y/n, and I know you're not gonna leave."

It was the riskiest stunt I had pulled in a while, but after a dreadful instant of silence, I realized it had worked.

"You're so goddamn confident about it, aren't you?"

"I also know you're probably considering leaving, just to fucking prove me wrong."

Silence again, her eyes dug into mines as she closed the distance between the two of us to grab her helmet. "You're so full of yourself."

"I'm right, though." I couldn't help but retort with the lightest tinge of amusement in my tone.

"I'm riding with Clint."

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wedreamerz · 4 years

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The Island of Maravu

Chapter 1 - Rum-Soaked Googlefest

Pairing: Starker AU (Peter is 22)

Rated: Overall: E / Chapter: M ish because Tony is a mood? =)

Status: WIP

Summary: The Avengers are in shambles and Tony Stark just needs to get out from under the fallout. So, he does what every genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist does - he buys an island. Maravu is just the escape Tony is looking for, until one morning a beautiful young man arrives with secrets and a smile that makes Tony’s broken heart beat again.

Some Tags: AU, A little angst, Smut and Fluff is the goal here people but I can’t just do that apparently without backstory and plot. No real trigger warnings that I can think of unless water or storms are an issue for you. If you run into something I didn’t think of, let me know.

“Mr. Stark, we’re here.”

Tony jumped as someone rapped sharply at his door. He blinked at the ceiling and drew a deep breath of ocean air. For a moment his mind was blissfully blank. He stretched and rolled to his side to find himself staring at the open balcony doors of what was clearly not his bedroom.

A…yacht? Huh.

He frowned, trying to remember how he’d gotten on a boat. And then the memories flooded back through the haze of booze and whatever he’d been smoking before he’d fallen asleep.

“When are you ever gonna learn, Stark. If you can’t remember what happened, that was probably the goal?” He sat up and reached for his head, hoping to quiet the death metal band inside. Through gritty eyes, he spied a half-finished glass of scotch on his bedside table.

“Hair of the dog,” he murmured and grimaced as he swallowed what remained in the glass.

“Mr. Stark?”

“Oh, that wasn’t a nightmare then,” he said to himself. He didn’t know someone’s voice could be so grating. But Janice had a gift and she used it – constantly.

“Give me a minute, Janice,” he said, relieved by the retreating staccato beat of her heels. He sighed, scrubbed a hand over his face before sliding grabbing his glasses from the table.

“Friday, where are we?”

“Good morning, Boss. We’ve arrived at your destination, the Fiji Islands, specifically the island of Maravu, which you now own.”

Right…Fiji.

With a groan, Tony got to his feet and indulged in a good scratch. He hated the tiny bathroom and flipped it off as he shuffled through the open balcony door.

“I’m a fucking billionaire. You’d think all that money could buy a god damned yacht with a bathroom big enough to change more than my mind,” he murmured, fishing his cock from his boxers. He closed his eyes and let go with a satisfied groan. Bladder empty, Tony tucked himself away and opened his eyes, scanning the shoreline.

Paradise.

He’d earned it right? A little getaway, a break from the constant stream of shit his life had become. Tony was tired - tired of waking up every day haunted by the ghosts of his past, absent and broken friends. Choked by oppressive guilt, and the weight of his own fucking legacy, Tony spent most nights deep in a bottle, avoiding reality when he could and numbing it when he couldn’t.

Despite all the drama and people’s opinions of the Avengers, Pepper managed to keep Stark Industries afloat. The stock market had been a bit of a roller coaster ride for a bit but with Pepper at the helm, SI rose from the ashes. He couldn’t say the same for his relationship though. Pepper made it clear that she couldn’t be more than his friend and CEO.

Tony couldn’t blame her. Pepper knew how to read people; she was a wizard in the boardroom - a master negotiator. But the stress and worry of being the girlfriend of a superhero with more issues than Playboy wore her out. In the end, she had no choice but to go and Tony just didn’t have the energy to fight anymore. Betrayal – it may as well be carved upon his tombstone. He’d known the bitter taste all his life. The latest round had nearly killed him.

So, Tony needed a break, a change of pace, new air. When he ran across paradiseforsale.com during one rum-soaked Googlefest, he knew he’d found the answer to his prayers.

Mr. Emori Umbari, a bankrupt and desperate coconut farmer sold the island to him for a song, with the agreement that he and the existing hands would stay on to work the coconut plantation under Stark Industries after some substantial upgrades were complete. Mr. Umbari and the handful of families who worked the plantation were thrilled they wouldn’t have to move, and Tony planned to build a private home on the other side of the island where he hoped to find some peace.

Maravu - a name that literally meant calm was his. Over three thousand acres of tropical paradise and white sandy beaches. An Island Owner’s starter pack, Maravu had everything he needed - simple lodging, plumbing, and livestock. Everything but electricity. The plantation ran off generators and windmills before a bad storm had destroyed over half their crop and taken out the windmills. Mr. Umbari took out a loan to float him through the rough patch. They struggled for over a year, unable to scrape together enough cash to replace the windmills.

Electricity, Tony could supply with no problem.

"Mr. Stark,“ Janice called through the door again. Tony winced. But he couldn’t ignore her forever. Janice Morrison, the owner of paradiseforsale.com, had insisted on handling his case personally.

"Come in,” he mumbled, rummaging through his suitcase for clothes.

Tall, blonde, and everything Tony would normally have woken up next to that morning, Janice looked as though she’d gotten plenty of sleep and hadn’t had a drop of alcohol last night.

Her eyes widened when she saw him. Pressing a clipboard to her chest, she smiled all Cheshire catlike. She drank him up, gaze settling on the center of his chest to patch of newly grown skin they’d never quite been able to make perfect.

“Mr. Stark, when you’re ready to go ashore, we have a boat waiting,” she purred. Well, she tried. It came out sounding more like the air being let out of a balloon. “The residents have prepared a small reception for you. After that, Mr. Umbari and I will take you on a tour of the island and answer any questions you might have.”

“Is this really necessary?” he asked with a grimace. For the first time in his life, he didn’t want any pomp and circumstance. He just wanted to unload his things and get to work.

“Mr. Umbari seemed to think so, Sir.” Janice sat down on his rumpled bed, crossed one long leg of the other. “The families are grateful to you.”

If they only knew.

“Do they know who I am? he asked.

"Everyone knows who you are, Sir,” she said, looking up at him through lowered lashes.

Tony bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. He knew what she wanted. And maybe, on any other day, he’d have given it to her.

Give her mouth something else to do other than talk.

He just wasn’t in the mood. She wanted the Tony Stark experience - a hot, quick fuck against the railing over the ocean, some champagne and dirty talk. But Tony didn’t have it in him.

Tony nodded. “Give me a chance to get dressed and we’ll get this over with,” he said, meeting her heated gaze with pursed lips and a raised eyebrow.

Her expression cooled with disappointment. But she nodded and smiled. “Certainly, Sir. I’ll wait for you on deck.”

Tony watched her go and when the door closed behind her, he let out a sigh. He reached under the bed and pulled out the case he’d stowed there the night before. He hesitated, considering his options.

I should just put it on, fly over myself, meet the islanders and give them a little thrill.

He frowned. Iron Man, The Avengers - at best, they made the people uneasy. In some circles, they were downright hated. Tony heaved the case onto the bed and popped it open. Red and gold metal gleamed in the sun streaming through the windows. He couldn’t leave it there; he was much too paranoid for that. But he’d come to Maravu for solitude. Parading Iron Man around the island wasn’t the way to do that.

Tony closed the case and headed for the tiny shower, determined to make a good impression on his new neighbors.

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milliethelesbianlady · 4 years

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Meet Akara Harcos, an OC I made when I watched the episode of the Owl House where we wanted to absolutely destroy Lilith, and I thought that I was gonna make Akara a human that was a fierce fighter who grew up in the Boiling Isles because she somehow got stuck in the Boiling Isles when she was an infant, or something, kinda like a child raised by wolves, but instead a child raised by whatever found her, but I decided against it (though I might do that with a different OC because that sounds really good) but have not really decided whether Akara is an orc or an ogre yet, and her colour palette is still to be determined, but I decided against the human idea since I wanted the oc to be able to do magic, since Luz is the only human on the boiling isles who has figured out a way to do magic without biologically being able to do magic.

So Akara is an orc or ogre whose parents died (they didn’t belong to a coven) when she was 8, it was the doing of the emporor’s coven since her parents fought back and ended up dying in the process, and Akara partially blamed herself for not being strong enough, physically or Magically. Akara does attend Hexside Academy, she is in the Abominations track, but when the option to be in more than one track was offered, she added the plant track, beast keeping track, and the healing track to her already existing Abominations track. She is not the best at magic, but she tries her hardest to do well, so that she can hopefully avenge her parents. Akara is not exactly the most outgoing person, she keeps mostly to herself and is hardly ever seen walking or eating with anybody, she is not the friendliest person at first glance or first meeting, she usually has a scowl on her face, which makes her seem less approachable, especially since she is rather bulky and towers over most of her classmates, which deters others from trying to mess with her. She would be more sociable, but she is deathly afraid of losing someone close to her again, she has a lot of emotional baggage that she has never dealt with, at least in a healthy way.

Akara has very unruly hair, which is up in a ponytail, and the colour of which I have yet to determine, but I will be able to post the finished version of her with all her colouring figured out, hopefully soon, hopefully digitally, who knows, maybe I might give her another outfit that is more casual. Akara’s hair is very curly and thick and untamed which makes her hair very poofy, kind of like a rough cloud? She also has sharp claw-like nails, which she tries to keep from becoming too long or sharp. Akara is 6’7 at the moment, she is around 14-15 years old, she is rather bulky and has large fangs that stick out from her lower jaw over her lips. She has a claw scratch scar that is right in the middle of her face from maybe the time her parents died or shortly after, she was attacked by a wild creature that left a large permanent mark on her face, she couldn’t really do much as she was wounded, but she was luckily found by a large palisman that took pity on the young Akara, and brought her to her nest, where she was taken care of, and once she was fully healed, she was pushed away by someone she thought would be there for her like her parents would, but she would find out years later, why she was pushed away.

Akara is not a trouble maker, she has never gone to detention or been punished for anything, since she usually follows the rules, she would rather not draw too much attention to herself, which is kind of hard already since she is about 6’7, and she is 14-15, she has been bothered about joining the Grudgby team because she seemed like she would be an absolute tank, but she refused for personal reasons.

Though I might have a friend up my sleeve for Akara, whom Akara may stumble upon in the Forest, (possibly a Human who was raised on The Boiling Isles from a very young age) and befriend, after giving the possibly human a spook when she hears some rustling around her, causing her to speak up in a threatening voice, making the possible human get into a defensive stance while keeping her distance from Akara. Akara realises that the person is not really much of a threat, so Akara apologises in the most awkward of ways, while having a weapon pointed at her, maybe the person stands down after seeing that Akara is not going to hurt her. They possibly exchange names and greetings, and become aquaintances and possibly friends. Although no matter how close Akara and the possibly human oc become, she refuses to leave the forest, but mayhaps the human causes Akara to open up, come out of her shell a bit. Maybe after awhile of spending time with this human, her scowl starts to fade, maybe she might join the Grudgby team. Though this change will not be overnight, healing and dealing with emotional baggage is not something you can rush.

#the owl house #oc tag #original character #owl house #orc girl #ogre #orc #ogress #star vs the forces of evil #svtfoe #original work #my art #my ocs

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shegoesbyarose · 5 years

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All I Ask

A/N: This is my take on Endgame Thor. Obviously, if you haven’t seen it, DO NOT read this. Really. You’ll spoil so much.

AGAIN, DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN ENDGAME!!!!!!!!!!!

Words: 3.5k

Weakly proofread

Pairing: Thor x Black!OC

Song Inspo: All I Ask by Adele

Warnings: Angst, PTSD, and other elements relating to mental health

TAGS: @kreolemami @letsshamelessqueen-m @marvelmaree @nina-sj @kpizzletrash

All I Ask

"How is he?"

Naomi stilled.

She hated that question. Absolutely loathed it. What was the reasoning for it? Really. She wanted to verbalize the mental question but decided against it and continued stirring the unblended coffee.

"How’s training?"

Sam sighed and leaned forward, elbows on the table. "I could ask you the same thing."

She rolled her eyes. "Don’t start."

"Naomi."

"I don’t want to argue with you, Sam."

"I don't want you to argue with me either. I just wanna have a discussion."

"A discussion that will, no doubt, end in an argument." She scoffed, bringing her coffee to her mouth before adding. "I can’t believe that you, of all people, are questioning why I’m doing this."

"Oh, I know the why. We all do. It’s the how."

She leaned back and narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean?"

The Avenger mimicked his baby sister’s motion and leaned forward, lowering his voice. "Helping me was one thing, Mimi-"

"Yeah, and I did it," she quickly countered. "Why is this any different?"

"Because the stakes are higher," he stressed. "We’re not talking about a Vet, sis. This is, hell, a god-"

"No," she shook her head. "This is a man in need of help. A man that I love and am not giving up on."

"No one says that you have to. We just want you to be careful. I want you to be careful."

She turned her head and chewed down on her lip. Sam meant well. She wouldn’t be sitting there if she thought otherwise. It’d always been in his nature to look after her. He was the stereotypical overprotective older brother who was still struggling to accept that his nearing 30 sister was no longer in need of his protection.

She was a grown woman, a former S.H.I.E.L.D agent who’d worked her way up to Level 7 clearance before the infamous collapse. She’d sparred with Natasha, fought alongside the same team her brother was a member of.

She was far from inexperienced from many things in life, and helping someone suffering from PTSD was no exception.

After all, she’d done it for him. When Sam returned from Afghanistan, he was a shell of himself. Haunted by the horrors of war and survivor’s guilt, nothing could have prepared Naomi for the blowback of the trauma her only sibling had faced.

Sleepless nights, episodes of screaming and nonsensical rambling, Sam was a far cry from the jokester she grew up with, but she fought with him, for him.

Every appointment, every therapeutic assignment, every counseling session, she was there every step of the way, determined to help him find his way back, and he did.

Few people knew about Sam’s darkest period, but Naomi did. All too well. She’d lived through it with him, and she’d been successful.

Just how she was going to be with-

"You should at least have some backup there with you-"

She impatiently tapped her natural nails against the wooden table. "Backup? I don't need backup, Sam. This isn't a mission, and I mean, Korg and Miek are there."

"What the hell are Rocky and Bullwinkle gonna do?"

"Sam!"

"Sorry." He lifted his hands. "I just want you to keep your options open."

"What options?"

"Have you thought about bringing somebody else in?"

"Somebody like who? No one else can get through to him like I can."

"Is that a hope or a fact?"

"What do you want from me? I can’t-" She turned her head and swallowed deeply. The sob in the back of her throat was desperately trying to push its way to the surface. "I won’t give up on him."

"I know you won’t," he sighed, his eyes filling with sadness. "But that doesn’t mean he hasn’t given up on himself."

••••

I understand Sam’s concern, and on one hand, I’m grateful. It’s nice having someone who cares. Or, rather, knowing that someone cares.

Naomi sighed, lifting her head and tapping the pen against the paper. The breeze swept past her body, splashing her curls against her face. The sound of seagulls and the gushing waves of the sea served as background noise for her journaling.

I know he still cares for me, that he loves me. I feel it. It's just, it’s hard for him to express it, and I don’t fault him. How can I? It may have only been a matter of minutes for me, but it was years for him. Five.

I’m trying to help him work through five years of marinated guilt and trauma, all of which he’s deeply suppressed and "treated" in a number of inappropriate ways.

"I’m going for a walk. Would you like to join me?" She already knew his answer, but that didn’t stop her from asking.

His eyes lit up for a second, and her hope lifted. Typically, he declined right away, but there was a brief second of contemplation, and she took it. Even the most minute signs of progress were worth acknowledging.

"No, that’s alright," he politely objected, chuckling awkwardly as he rubbed at his arm. "I-uh-should stick around in case the cable man shows up."

"Of course," she smiled softly, shrugging her cardigan over her tank. Naomi moved closer to him, taking note of how he swallowed as she placed her hand against his cheek, his untamed hair lightly scratching the inside of her palm. "Well, I won’t be long."

For a brief second, I thought about kissing him. I wanted to. God, I wanted to. It’s....hard. I crave intimacy, to be close to him, to be one with him again. Sleeping in separate rooms is hard enough. I suppose the intermittent distance between us should have helped, but there’s a difference between physical distance and emotional distance.

Everything happened so suddenly. One minute, she was in Wakanda, coming to consult with T’Challa, and the next, she was on a jet going to help rescue Wanda and Vision.

Naomi received a brief rundown from Nat. Something had attacked New York. Something not from Earth. Tony was unaccounted for, and Bruce, who’d been missing for years, called and said that they needed help.

Thanos, some extraterrestrial being, was apparently planning to attack earth. His endgame? To wipe out fifty percent of all living creatures. Obviously, there was no hesitation to suit up.

And then....the notification.

"Good to see you, Bruce," she shared, going for a hug when she felt him tense. "Everything alright?"

He looked down. "There’s-theres something I need to tell you. All of you."

She frowned. "What is it?"

He hesitated, causing Steve to speak up. "Banner?"

"It’s Thor."

Completely oblivious, Naomi’s eyes lit up. "Yes?" It’d been a few weeks since she’d spoken to him. He’s contacted her to inform her that Loki was apparently still alive and had banished Odin to earth, hence him being in New York. It was a brief conversation, but he’d promised to explain everything once he returned.

Except, he never did. However, it didn’t startle Naomi. She was used to him disappearing and coming back. It was just his thing. Hers too. Not many understood it, but they did, and that’s all that mattered.

"When Thanos attacked us-"

"Wait, you were with him? Thor?" Bruce reluctantly nodded as her frown deepened. "I don’t understand. Why isn’t he here then? You are."

"Heimdall, he-he helped me, well, the big guy, escape," he responded before adding on a quiet. "Before they killed him too."

She gasped. She’d met the gatekeeper a few times when Thor had taken her to his home, and each interaction was nothing but pleasant. Even more, she knew how close her boyfriend was to the kind man.

"It was bad, Naomi. We never saw it coming...he never saw it coming."

Her head snapped up. "Where is Thor, Bruce?" He looked down. "Bruce." She watched his eyes and his hand close.

"I’m sorry."

"No." She backed away, shaking her head. "No." As her back was toward everyone else and her normally acute awareness was nonexistent because of the growing ache in her chest, she jumped when Nat and Sam came on each side of her. "H-he’s not."

"We tried, Naomi. Thanos is just-he was too strong."

"Don’t tell me that," she croaked, hunching over as she placed one hand over her stomach, the other covering her mouth. "Oh, god."

Nat comfortingly squeezed her shoulder while Sam wrapped his arm around her waist, trying to console her.

I don’t like talking about those few days. Even with them being low in quantity, I’ve never experienced such heartache. Honestly, the only thing that kept me going was knowing that I had to finish what he started. I could not allow Thanos to win. This....this was personal.

And then, right when hope was all but gone, creatures clawing and attempting to ravage my battered body.

The kaleidoscope of colors, a flying ax, and.....restoration.

I almost didn’t recognize him. The haircut. Stormbreaker, the tree and raccoon on either side of him, but I knew. I just knew.

As the ground around us shook, I watched him shout his demand for Thanos, felt the intensity of the thunder, and gasped at the magnitude of his strength, his power, as he took down more enemies in a matter of seconds than we’d done in the near hour we’d been battling.

God, how I wanted to make my way through the fighting, to be in his warm embrace, but I knew that we had a job to finish. It could wait. At least, I tried to.

She’d impaled yet another creature and lifted her Wakandan staff to kill another when she was grabbed and lifted into the sky.

"What the hell, Sam!" She shouted at her brother, trying not to look down. She wasn’t a big fan of heights. "What are you-"

They lowered to the ground and he released her, Naomi almost stumbling from the drop when she heard-

"Noticed you’ve copied my beard."

Her head snapped up. "Thor."

How he heard her, she knew not, but when he turned around and their eyes met, her feet couldn’t carry her fast enough.

"You’re alive," she gasped, arms clasped around his neck as he held her up with one arm.

"You’re welcome!" Sam shouted, completely ignored by the couple, before flying back up.

He set her down on the ground, hand still on the small of her back. "I’m sor-" Before he could finish, she took her staff and hit him on the side of his armor. "What-"

"Don’t you ever scare me like that again!" She warned, hating that small smile on his face. "Do you have-"

Thor quickly pulled her into his side and lifted his ax, decapitating a monster.

"And what is th-why are your eyes two different-" she straightened her staff, killing the creature that was attempting to attack from behind. "I can’t deal with this right now."

When Naomi went to walk away, he easily grabbed her arm and pulled her back into him, stealing a kiss, all while lifting and lowering Stormbreaker to incinerate a squadron of outriders.

"I love you," he breathed as she carefully hid her smile at how he cupped her face with concern. "Be careful."

"Says the man walking around with an ax," she teased, forcing herself out of his grasp despite her desire to stay with him. "We’ll talk later."

"Is that what we call it now?"

"Hush," she laughed, walking away to join Nat and Okoye.

"Oh wait, love, this is a friend of mine, Tree!"

That was the last time I saw him. The next time we’d interact would be five years later, and nothing could have prepared me for what awaited.

It’s been difficult adjusting. When I was "snapped," it was 2018. I was in a serious relationship with a klutzy but lovable god while managing to stay under the radar because of my status as a wanted fugitive following the Sokovia Accords fallout.

Now, it’s 2023, and I no longer have to live in hiding, but my relationship...can I even still call it that? I’m not sure, but I will because while a lot has changed, my love has not.

My heart still beats for him. I lost my father. My mother. Now, my best friend, whose death I still haven’t truly accepted. I have Sam...and Thor. I’ve been given a second chance at life, a chance I will not take advantage of.

She’d just exited the shower, her plush towel wrapped around her nude, damp body, the silk wrap around her edges still secured around the perimeter of her head.

Walking over to the dresser, she started to dig around for a sports bra and biking shorts, her preferred sleeping attire.

"Dinner is almost-" Naomi turned around. Thor’s mismatched eyes started on her face but quickly trailed down her practically exposed figure.

The darkening of his irises sent tingles up her spine. She’d missed that, the hungry way he’d look at her right before throwing her on the nearest flat surface and making her scream his name until her throat was raw.

"I’m sorry-I should have-I’m so used to not having to," he nervously babbled, making his eyes look everywhere except at her. "Is the water hot? Perhaps I should take mine now."

"Perhaps I should have waited then."

Thor finally looked at her, Naomi naturally chewing on her bottom lip. She especially missed that.

He coughed awkwardly and tried to move back, accidentally knocking a picture frame over. "Yes, well, it, probably won’t be hot anymore-"

"I don’t think heat will be an issue." She was coming on strong, and it wasn’t intentional. Truly. But she’d been doing a hell of a job with acting as though she wasn’t craving intimacy. Not even sexual. Just laying in bed together, laughing, and discussing the most random of things, that closeness.

To be with someone and not be able to really be with them....it was brutal.

"I should-"

"Hey, uhh, Ms. Naomi," Korg yelled from downstairs. For some reason, he insisted on prefacing her name with a ‘ms’ despite her multiple attempts to get him to stop.

Walking over to the door, she purposely brushed her arm against Thor’s. "Yes?"

"Which one of heating boxes did you say we couldn’t put the foil aluminum in?"

She smiled and shook her head. "The small one, Korg."

"Cool. Thanks."

"You’re welcome," she shouted, angling her body so that she was leaning against the other side of the door, facing Thor. "What-"

"Naomi." The quietness in the way he said her voice caused her to straighten her shoulders. "You shouldn’t be here. This-this isn’t what you deserve."

"I’m where I want to be, Thor," she whispered. "With who I want to be with." A beat. "What about you? What about what you deserve?"

She had a feeling what his answer would be, but still, she wanted, needed to hear it. To see where his head was.

Starring at her, he replied with a low and solemn reply. "Not you."

Shaking her head, she stepped closer. Her hands went to his face. "You’re wrong," she murmured, eyes glazing over with unshed tears. "So, so wrong."

"Thor, I know that things are different. That time has not been kind to you, that it’s been much longer for you than it has for me, but I want, I need you to understand that I am just as madly in love with you now as I was then." She licked her lips, moving closer to him, her stomach fluttering when his right hand moved to her hip. "And I am here for you, okay? Whenever. Whatever. It doesn’t matter. You may not be human, but just like us mere midgardians, you had a breaking point, and that’s okay, Thor. We can get through it, together. I’m here for you. Always."

She saw it, the turmoil in his eyes. She felt the struggle between closing the gap between them or running away. His fingers flexed against the towel, unconsciously pulling on the material, dangerously close to causing the knot to become undone.

Naomi wanted with everything in her to rid them both of the turmoil, but she couldn’t. That would be selfish. This wasn’t about her or what she wanted. This was about him. She had to meet him where he was, and if he wasn’t ready, then he wasn’t ready. She couldn’t force it.

He closed his eyes. "Naomi, I-"

"Uhh, Ms. Naomi." Korg interrupted, clearly yelling from at the bottom of the steps.

Yet, she didn’t move, her eyes glued to Thor’s."Yes?"

"You wouldn’t happen to know where the fire extinguisher is, do you?"

Her mouth dropped. Didn’t she just...

"I should go help them," Thor cleared his throat, pulling away from her, the spy successfully hiding her pain at the separation. "I’ll-uh-yes." Without another word, he exited the room.

Sometimes, I do have moments where I wonder if I’m doing this for him or myself. I want to be with him. So, so, so much, and I just don’t want that to interfere with my desire to want to help him. I just have to wonder if I can do both.

It was late, the middle of the night when she felt someone over her. Sure enough, as soon as she opened her lids she saw Korg standing over her.

"Wh-"

"No."

Naomi instantly sat up as she heard his voice from down the hall.

"He’s doing it again," Korg informed as she kicked the blankets off and pushed the pillow away. The pillow that was a poor attempt at tricking her into thinking that she wasn’t sleeping alone.

"I’ve got it," she assured, not even bothering to slide on her slippers. "Go back to sleep."

Shuffling down the hall, she slowly pushed the cracked door open and allowed herself in. Sure enough, he was laying in the middle of the bed, twisting and turning.

"Loki, no."

Her stomach dropped. It was this nightmare again. No matter how many times Loki betrayed his brother, there was no doubt that Thor loved him, and seeing him be murdered was just another trauma on the list of heartache that consumed the Asgardian.

"Thor." Naomi moved closer to the bed, crawling on the side and lightly caressing his forehead. "Baby, it’s alright."

"I can save you," Thor murmured in his sleep, fisting the blankets.

"Thor," she raised her voice, moving one hand to his shoulder to try and shake him. "Baby-"

"NO!"

Years of intense training and countless near-death experiences taught Naomi the art of calmness, something that truly carried her at that moment.

In a matter of seconds, Thor was awake, his hand wrapped around her neck as he pinned her down, one hand outstretched as he summoned Stormbreaker.

Starring down at her, she watched him pant, his eyes blinking several times before his shoulders dropped. "Naomi…."

Instantly, he released her, Naomi naturally coughing from the deprivation of oxygen.

Thor stumbled back, falling off the bed, to which Naomi immediately responded.

"Hey," she whispered, still a bit hoarse but just as concerned not for herself, but for him. "It’s okay-"

"I’m sorry. I-I could have killed you," he spoke more to himself, and Naomi hated the absolute disgust she could plainly see he was feeling with his actions. "I didn’t-"

"I was a SHIELD agent for over ten years, Thor," she reminded, walking over to him and bending down as he threw his ax on the other side of the room. "Do you really think-" She stopped as his hand reached out to graze his fingers across her neck, no doubt searching for any signs of injury other than the bruising that was probably already somewhat visible.

"I hurt you." He swallowed, shaking his head. "I hurt my people. Everyone who is around me always ends up hurt." Her eyes watered from the increasing amount of emotion, vulnerability, and pain in his voice. "I-I am a destroyer."

"No, no, no." She shook her head, ignoring what her head was telling her and climbing onto his lap. "This," she placed her hand over his that was still on her neck. "This is nothing. An extraction mission, at best."

She pushed her lips together, cupping his face, her thumb caressing her cheeks. "You are hope, Thor. How many times, how many people, have you saved over the years? You went from being a selfish and arrogant asshole to one of the most selfless, kind, and caring people, hero, earth and every other planet out there has ever had the honor of being protected by."

She closed her eyes and sighed through a closed mouth. "It’s not your fault, Thor. Do you hear me? None of it. You can’t keep blaming yourself. I don’t. Steve doesn’t. Val doesn’t…and they wouldn’t."

She wiped away the tear that fell down his face and pressed her forehead against his. "You’ve lost more than any of us, and you’ve been strong for so long, but it’s okay to not always be strong. It’s okay to not always have the answers, or make the right decisions. Nobody is perfect, and no one expects you to be. You don’t owe anyone anything else, except to yourself. To heal. To grow. To forgive.”

Naomi released a shaky breath as he wrapped his arms around her, the boldest act of affection he’d extended her way since her return.

“Stay.” She looked down at him, the sincerity in his eyes. “Please.”

She wasn’t sure if he meant for the night, or in general, whatever the intention, her answer was still the same. She was with him to the end.

“Always."

#endgame spoilers #thor #thor x reader #thor x oc #thor odinson #avengers #thor fanficition #marvel #marvel fanfiction #thor x black!reader #thor x black!oc #loki #odin #norse mythology #mcu #thor fanfic #fic: all i ask

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etherealwaifgoddess · 5 years

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Stolen Hope Pt.2, An Avengers Holiday Adventure

Main Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You get to enjoy your Christmas gift from Bucky but he receives upsetting news while you’re away for the day. Set in the AU of What He Wants, which you can read HERE if you missed it. Pt.1 of the three part holiday fic can be read HERE

Warnings/ Content: ALL THE ANGST

Word Count: 1493

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! Who’s ready for part two? I warned ya’ll the angst was coming and I’m so sorry, but if I have to have my heart ripped out thinking about this I’m taking ya’ll with me. Please remember that this is only part two of three and that I love you all.

Again, for the tag list peeps: I’m tagging all the original WHW tag list, if any of you want removed, or if anyone new wants to be added, just let me know.

XOXO - Ash

Stolen Hope

You return from the day spa on Friday well rested, relaxed, and just a little tipsy. Bucky’s gift had been something you hadn’t realized you needed and you are eternally grateful for his intuitiveness. The day had been perfect from start to finish and you now consider the group of women friends of your own, and not just friends of Bucky.

The guys are all hanging out in the gym when you arrive a little past eight and you find Bucky and Sam sparring on the mats as the others watch. Bucky is down to just his sweatpants, flushed and sweating from head to toe, bruises blooming in several spots across his chest and stomach. It’s a mouthwatering sight but something in his eyes as he stares down Sam raises alarm bells in your head. Something is off, you can feel it in your bones. The men grapple, landing blows when they can and trying to flip one another. Finally, Sam catches a lucky shot and tucks a leg around Bucky’s knee, dragging him onto the mat where he all but sits on his chest. “You done, now?” Sam asks, his tone firm.

Bucky looks around, realizing they have an audience, and nods at Sam.

“Hey.” You say hesitantly as he approaches you.

“Hey. I need a shower, okay?” He tells you, not meeting your eyes.

“Okay, let’s go up to your room.”

Bucky lets you take his hand but keeps his head slightly bowed, his hair shielding his eyes from yours. You can be patient, let him figure out how he wants to go about telling you what is bothering him. Back in the room Bucky heads to the bathroom without a word and you hear the shower switch on right away.

You wait patiently on the edge of the bed for him to be done. Bucky always takes five minute showers; he swears that’s all they had time for back in the army and before that it was all the time he had until the hot water ran out. You wait, and wait, and wait. After fifteen minutes you enter the room, worrying briefly that he was actually hurt sparring and needs help. The room is filled with thick, pine scented steam and nothing seems amiss.

“Bucky?” You call out tentatively. The shower is an enclosed, ceiling to floor, glass stall and it muffles your voice so he doesn’t hear you. You see him though, his body shaking and bright red from the hot water. His head is bowed and he has both palms braced on the tile wall letting the water rush down his head and back. You walk over to the shower stall and realize he’s sobbing; eyes shut, jaw hanging open, shoulders heaving from his silent sobs.

Your heart breaks as you open the stall, unable to leave him alone to process whatever grief has come up. Bucky bangs his forehead against the tile in frustration when you step inside with him, a low, despondent sound breaking free from his chest. You move to stand behind him, pressing your chest against his back, not giving a shit about your clothes at this point. The water is scalding hot and you’re amazed he hasn’t developed burns from it. You reach around him and turn the knob to lessen the heat. Bucky loves hot showers but nothing like this. This seems like punishment. You lean your head against his back, giving him all the time needs to come back to himself.

After a few minutes Bucky’s shoulders stop heaving quite so hard and he slams the knob to the right, turning off the water. He’s still not speaking and you’re trying not to freak out at what could be so awful to have him like this. You strip out of your soaked clothes, throwing them in a pile in the shower stall to deal with later.

“Come on then.” He says with an outstretched hand, still not meeting your eyes.

You follow him out to the bedroom where he turns off the lights and climbs into bed pulling you in with him. He cradles your body against his, his chest against your back and you lay quietly with him, the air filled with tension.

You jump at the sound of his voice when he finally breaks the silence. He sounds so lost. “I got a check up from Bruce today.”

“Okay.” You nod in the dark, wondering where this is going.

“I don’t know if you noticed but I found a grey hair a few weeks back. Just the one. Then another last week. And my muscles aren’t quite what they used to be either.”

“So you have a few grey hairs, your body is basically in its thirties, that’s normal. And your muscles are bound to atrophy a little if you’re not using them consistently. We can get a gym membership when we get home if you’re worried about getting your six pack back or bulking up or whatever. I’ll even go with you if you want.” You’re silently relieved his concern isn’t over something drastic and life changing.

But you’re wrong.

“I’m not supposed to be aging, doll.” His voice is so soft you barely hear him. “The serum… it’s supposed to keep my cells in perfect condition. It’s why I heal so fast. My muscles shouldn’t atrophy regardless if I’m using them or not.”

“Oh.” Icy dread floods your veins and you pray silently that you’re not about to lose the love of your life after just finding him. “So what does that mean?”

“Bruce ran some tests and found the serum is degrading. Like it did for Steve. Eventually it degrades enough that you age normally, it’s how he grew old with Peggy and their family. Since I didn’t get the same serum as him, we weren’t sure if it would happen to me or not.”

“I’m sorry, I really am. But you’ll still get a normal life span now, right?”

“Yeah, as it degrades I’ll age from this point on normally.”

You let out a breath of relief. At least he’s not being taken from you anytime soon. It doesn’t entirely explain his grief though. “So you’re upset because you’re officially on an average human lifespan again?”

Bucky gasps behind you, suppressing a sob. You can feel him shake his head against your back. “When Bruce realized the serum was degrading we thought it might reverse some of the other side effects.” He pauses before carrying on, his voice grave. “HYDRA didn’t want to risk us being able to procreate so they took care of that for us. I assumed it was part of the serum, but no one was really explaining much of anything. So if the serum was degrading I thought that maybe… I had hope, doll.” You can feel the wetness of his tears on your shoulders as he continues, his voice breaking. “I had hope for three god damned hours while Bruce ran more tests. I know I’m rushing things again and I’m sorry, but for three hours all I could think about was a bunch of little babies runnin’ around with my eyes and your smile. But it wasn’t the serum. They… sterilized me. Surgically. Those bastards are all dead but they still managed to steal another part of my life that I’ll never get back.”

You expected the sadness that wells up in your chest, but you didn’t expect the anger, the rage. You take a minute to calm yourself before you speak. It’s a shame all of the HYDRA members are dead because you want to kill them all slowly and painfully for what they’ve done. “I can’t even imagine what that feels like, Bucky. Nothing I can say is gonna help but I’m here for you.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I’ll never be able to give you...”

“No. Fuck that.” You all but hiss. “This isn’t your fault. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for. What those monsters did to you was horrific and against your will. And we have so much time before we’ll be ready to even think about kids. When the time comes, we'll look at our options. There’s adoption and IVF and probably other stuff we’ve never heard of.”

“I don’t deserve you. You should be with someone whole, someone who can give you a normal, quiet life.”

“James Buchanan Barnes, you stop that right now. I want you, damnit. I love you and there are no deal breakers for me. Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together, okay? I’m not going anywhere.” You roll over so you’re facing him and can hold onto him as tightly as he’s holding you.

“I love you, Y/N.” He says finally and his breathing evens out a little more.

“We’ll get through it together.” You remind him.

“Together.” He agrees and then slowly, after a few more quiet minutes, he slips off into sleep.

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itsshortfurball20 · 5 years

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Percy Jackson, The Avenger

Summary: Percy has an encounter with Nick Fury. A year later, he’s being called on to help protect the world… again. He’s not alone in this Avengers Initiative. A genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist; a super soldier; a green scientist; a Norse god; and two secret agents. What could go wrong?

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8 – This is the Sad Part

Percy replayed the story that Fury had told them over in his head. Apparently, not only did Loki’s fancy scepter open portals, but it also controlled minds. Some of SHIELD’s own agents under its influence had struck the ship. In the end, they had managed to lose Loki and his scepter, Banner, Thor (who had fallen in the glass cell that had used to host Loki), and most devastating, Agent Coulson who had died at the hands of Loki.

To say he was shocked would be an understatement. There were so many emotions swirling around inside of Percy like a hurricane. Frustration, humiliation, guilt…

Sure, Percy didn’t know Agent Coulson that well. He didn’t even know that his first name was Phil until the director had told him. But no one should’ve died. No one.

The son of Poseidon just stared down in his lap, fiddling with his pen. On one side of Percy, Tony sat with a blank face and glazed eyes, body turned away from the table. From what Percy could remember, the two had been friends. Percy had lost many friends of his own through the years, and each death was always a punch to the gut, leaving him lost and numb.

On Percy’s other side was Steve. The super soldier has been silent since Fury announced Coulson’s death, his jaw clenched tight and his hands hidden under the table where Percy guessed they were curled into fists. Percy wasn’t sure how well the Captain and Coulson had known each other, but it was clear to Percy that Steve was just as distraught as everyone else.

In front of the table stood Fury. His face seemed to have age, becoming tired and worn. With a heavy sigh, he reached into his coat’s pocket and pulled something out. “These were in Phil Coulson's jacket. Guess he never did get you to sign them.”

He tossed a pack of cards onto the table. Steve reached for the top card. Percy noted that the top corner of the card was stained with blood. He looked away from the cards and back down on Riptide.

“We're dead in the air up here.” Fury told them. “Our communications, location of the cube, Banner, Thor. I got nothing for you. Lost my one good eye. Maybe I had that coming.” Fury’s eyes swept over the table.

“Yes, we were going to build an arsenal with the Tesseract.” The director admitted. “I never put all my chips on that number though, because I was playing something even riskier. There was an idea, Stark knows this, called the Avenger Initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people, see if they could become something more. See if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles that we never could.”

Percy let his eyes drift back up slowly. Fury had moved from the front of the table to behind one of the empty chairs. The two quickly met eyes, and Percy felt trapped as the director studied him.

After a brief pause, Fury sighed and stood up straight. “Phil Coulson died still believing in that idea.” He tried to make eye contact with each of the three men, only which of two he caught their gaze. When Fury met Percy’s eyes, he was able to see just how tired the director was. How heavy his shoulders seemed to be, burdened with the weight of Coulson’s death. “In heroes.”

Tony swiftly stood up and left. Percy watched him leave, his now empty chair spinning slowly. Fury walked to stand next to Percy, his eyes focused on the doorway that Tony had just left through. “Well, it's an old-fashioned notion.”

Percy snapped. He stood up so that he was eye-to-eye with the director. Jaw clenched so hard that his teeth started aching, he stared Fury down. The director met his gaze. After a few seconds, Percy spoke up, his voice as soft as a whisper that only Fury could hear him.

“Don’t say that. Don’t act like there’s nothing to fight for anymore. Coulson died a hero. We should honor that. Honor him.”

Percy didn’t give Fury a chance to respond. He turned on his heel and stormed out of the room.

\~*~/

Percy figured there were one of two spots that Tony would run to. The first would be his room, but as it was empty, Percy headed to spot number two.

He entered the cell room. The large green glass cell that had once housed Loki was gone, leaving a big gaping hole in the middle of the room. Percy slowly walked around the catwalk, closer to Tony. The man was staring blankly in the center of the room, eyeing the empty space.

“I’m sorry,” Percy spoke up. “I know he was a friend.”

“He was.” Tony took a deep breath. “He was an idiot too. Thinking he could take on Loki by himself.”

“I asked him to,” Percy admitted. “I asked for someone to come watch Loki while I went and tried to help Thor tame Banner.” He let out a bitter laugh. “Lot of good that did…”

“He should’ve waited.” Tony insisted. “He was out of his league.”

“Everyone else was busy. Who was he supposed to wait for? You?” Percy asked. Tony turned around to face the demigod and he noticed the anger on Percy’s face. “You were busy with the engine. There’s nothing you could’ve done.”

The room fell silent. Percy stared at Tony, waiting for him to say something. When the billionaire said nothing, Percy let out a sigh. “If…if it’s any consolation, I do know that his actions more than likely earned him a spot in Elysium. Paradise, for heroes.” He added when he saw Tony’s blank face. “All we can do now is honor his memory and stop Loki.”

Tony pushed past Percy and marched down the catwalk. “And how are we gonna do that?” He asked. “Half of our team is gone, we just got our butts whipped. How are we supposed to take down an army when we can’t even stop fighting for five minutes?” Tony stopped in front of a large stain on the wall, staring intently at it.

Percy recognized it as blood instantly.

“He made it personal,” Tony muttered, almost too quiet for Percy to hear.

The demigod paused, recalling the prophecy Rachael had given. The words played like a broken record over and over in his head. Dark as night… final fight…charged to protect… all must end in blazing pain.

Percy shook his head, trying to clear it. The prophecy had to mean something. There had to be a hidden meaning somewhere. His mind wandered to the other aspects of the dream; his and Loki’s talk, the Chitauri, Rachael’s sketch…

Wait.

“I know where Loki’s next move is!” Percy shouted, startling Tony. The demigod ran over to the billionaire. Tony lifted his eyebrow, waiting for Percy to elaborate. “Your tower,” Percy explained. “I saw it in a sketch. Rachael, our oracle, drew it, I just didn’t remember because the prophecy was more pressing at the moment.”

There was a small silence while Tony absorbed what Percy had just said. When realization finally dawned on him, he asked the demigod, “You mean that antler-wearing-diva is planning to use my tower as his source of energy? Son of a bitch!”

\~*~/

Percy fished around in his bag, searching for a drachma. As soon as he found one, he headed to the bathroom, where the shower was already running and waiting for him.

As soon as Percy and Tony had realized Loki’s next move, they left to go find Steve, who had actually been on his way to see them. Together, the three had devised a strategy to take down Loki. Now Percy stood in the bathroom, armor on and ready for battle. He was supposed to meet the others at the Quinjet in five minutes so they could fly to New York City.

There was only one thing left he had to do.

“O Fleecy, do me a solid. Show me Sally Jackson, Upper East Side, Manhattan.”

The first thing Percy heard was laughter. There was a shimmer in the rainbow as it revealed Sally’s living room. Percy saw Annabeth sitting on one of the chairs, her head tossed back in laughter. Sitting on the couch opposite of her were Sally and Paul. Sally had a big smile on her face as she stared at Estelle, who was sitting on the ground in front of them, surrounded by her toys.

Percy’s lips curved into a smile. He loved little moments like this, where everything melted away. It was nice to not worry about space armies, or egotistical gods trying to take over the world.

His smile dropped a little as he realized he was running out of time. “Mom?” He called out.

Sally’s eyes turned to him, widening in surprise. “Percy!” She smiled.

Annabeth turned towards him, her curly blonde hair falling in her face. She noticed the battle armor and her smile dropped. Percy noticed the slight tilt of her head as she started trying to analyze the situation. “Why are you wearing armor? What’s happening?”

“There was an attack, Loki escaped.” Percy rushed to get his explanation out. “We know he’s heading your way. You need to leave now.”

Paul scooped Estelle off the floor and brought her close to his chest. “I’m on it.”

Percy nodded. “I don’t want you guys taking any risks. Head to Montauk for the weekend or something.”

“But what about you?” Sally asked, concern written on her face. “I can’t just leave knowing that you’re going to be in danger.”

“I’ll stay,” Annabeth spoke up.

Percy shook his head fiercely. “No.” He stated. It wasn’t even an option to him. He crossed his arms, unwilling to change his mind. “Annabeth, you need to go too. This isn’t a debate.”

Annabeth stood up and walked to stand in front of the IM. “We’re not having this fight again Percy. I don’t want to fight with you.” She pleaded. “Remember before you left? We were arguing about the same thing.”

“I don’t either want to fight with you either,” Percy confessed. He sighed, knowing that the clock was ticking. He needed to wrap this up. Running a hand through his hair, he tried to come up with a quick solution.

“We can handle ourselves, son,” Sally told him. “We’ll… head to Montauk,” she said slowly, looking over at Paul for confirmation. “Annabeth’s needed here more than there.”

“Besides,” Annabeth piped in with a small smile. “You need someone watching your back. I know you’re unhappy with the idea of me staying, but… I can help evacuate civilians!” She offered.

Percy thought about the idea. After a brief silence, he slowly nodded his head. “Okay. Don’t draw unwanted attention,” he advised. Annabeth nodded as she turned to start preparing. “And stay safe!”

Annabeth turned back towards him. “You too, Seaweed Brain.”

She cut through the IM and Percy leaned against the wall, the events of the day finally catching up. His body was tired, and his arms were heavy. He wanted to stay there for a while, but he knew he had to go. Making sure to grab his helmet, he took one last sweep of the room, trying to make sure he had everything he needed, before leaving.

Percy jogged through the halls to try and make up for the time he had spent talking to Annabeth and his family. His armor clanked and his shield made his heavy arms even heavier, but he trudged on.

Eventually, he rounded the corner and entered the hangar bay. Straight up ahead he could see Steve’s distinctive blue suit. Slowing down, he neared the group. “I’m here,” he said.

“You’re late,” Tony told him before turning his attention back to his suit, making final adjustments.

Percy took a quick glance at the group. He had seen Tony and Cap’s suits before, but he noticed that Natasha was in a new leather suit and had some cool looking gadgets on her belt and wrists. She was checking her guns and talking to a man Percy hadn’t seen before. The man was tall with blond hair and had a quiver stocked full of arrows strapped to his back.

“Who’s this?” Percy shrugged towards the new guy.

The man turned towards him, and Percy saw the light reflect on something small in the man’s ear. “Hey, I’m Clint.”

The guy, Clint, held out his hand for Percy to shake. “Nice to meet you,” Percy said taking his hand. “I’m Percy…so are you new here?”

“He was one of the agents under Loki’s mind-control,” Natasha informed him as she strolled into the Quinjet, Steve following close behind her. “He’s part of the team.”

“Ah…got it, I think,” Percy muttered as he climbed the Quinjet. He took a seat on the bench, wishing that there were some form of seat belts. Didn’t the place pride in safety for everyone?

The ramp door closed, and Clint moved up to the cockpit with Natasha while Steve took a seat opposite of Percy. “We’re not too far from New York,” Steve reassured Percy. “It should only take us fifteen minutes to get there.”

“That’s fifteen minutes too long,” Percy muttered.

He set his helmet down next to him and tried to get comfortable. The demigod could hear the familiar sound of Tony’s repulsors firing up before he took off, the Quinjet following close behind as they made their way to New York City.

\~*~/

Percy realized that Tony had reached the tower when he heard the billionaire talking to a Dr. Selvig. Listening to Tony talk to his AI, the son of Poseidon grabbed his helmet and placed it on his head. He saw Steve also gearing himself up, strapping on his own shield. There was a small pause and Percy figured that Tony was making his way inside the tower.

“Please tell me you're going to appeal to my humanity.”

Loki’s voice came through the comm. Percy could imagine the god, with his smug smile and that condescending look in his eyes as he stared down Tony.

“Uh...actually, I'm planning to threaten you,” Tony informed the god.

“You should have left your armor on for that.”

“Yeah, it's seen a bit of mileage. You've got the blue stick of destiny. Would you like a drink?”

Percy concluded that Tony Stark was either ADHD or just really good at evasive tactics. With an anxious glance into the cockpit, Percy hoped that Tony could keep Loki busy until the Quinjet arrived to help.

“Stalling me won't change anything.”

“No, no, no! Threatening.” Tony corrected. “No drink? You sure? I'm having one.”

“The Chitauri are coming,” Loki told Tony. Percy, still miles from where the words had actually been spoken, felt a slight chill run down his spine and the image from his dream entered his head. “Nothing will change that. What have I to fear?”

“The Avengers.” The billionaire answered. “It's what we call ourselves, sort of like a team. ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes' type of thing.”

“Yes, I've met them.”

“Yeah, takes us a while to get any traction, I'll give you that one. But, let’s do a head count here. Your brother, a literal god; a super soldier, a living legend that kinda lives up to the legend; a man with breath-taking anger management issues; a Greek demigod who holds true to his namesake; a couple master assassins and you, big fella, you’ve managed to piss off every single one of them.”

“That was the plan,” Loki said. He sounded confident, so sure of himself. Percy couldn’t wait for the opportunity to change that.

“Not a great plan. When they come, and they will, they'll come for you.”

“I have an army.”

“We have a hulk.”

“I thought the beast had wandered off?”

“You're missing the point.” Tony’s voice rose, getting louder. “There's no throne, there is no version of this, where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes and maybe it's too much for us, but it's all on you. Because if we can't protect the Earth, you can be damned well sure we'll avenge it.”

There was a small pause and Percy hated how he couldn’t see what was happening. And then Loki spoke, sounding much closer to Tony. “How will your friends have time for me, when they're so busy fighting you?”

“No!” Percy shouted. Across from him, Cap sat with the same wide eyes and shocked expression. A cold feeling stirred inside Percy. How could they have been so stupid to not realize what Loki could do? Now they had lost Tony to Loki, and with them down Thor, the only other flying member of their team, they stood very little chance—

“This usually works.” Loki’s voice came through, confusion lacing his words.

The cold feeling left Percy’s body as he slumped back in his seat. ‘It didn’t work’ he thought, relieved.

“Well, performance issues. You know, not uncommon. One out of five, I would—” Tony cut off as a large thud noise occurred. Percy could hear Tony talking to JARVIS, his voice sounding rough.

Tony made a guttural sound like he was being choked. “You will all fall before me.” Loki stated through Tony’s harsh breathing and yelling of ‘deploy’ before the sound of glass breaking and wind filled the comm. Percy figured that Tony had been thrown out of his window. He waited with bated breath for the roaring wind to stop, for Tony to miraculously stop falling. It took a couple seconds, but finally, Percy could hear the thrusters of Tony’s Iron Man suit.

“And there's one other person you pissed off!” Tony yelled over the sounds of the thrusters. “His name was Phil.” A blast sound followed by a cry from Loki made Percy smile a little. The smile did not last long, however.

A great boom sound filled the air. Percy didn’t even need the comm to be able to hear it from inside the plane. Needing to see what was happening, Percy stood up and headed into the cockpit.

Just up ahead was the island of Manhattan. The familiar skyline brought come comfort to Percy before it was wiped away by a huge portal that was only growing larger by the second right above the city. It was just like the sketch Rachael had drawn.

Then to top it all off, something came through the portal. At first, it was just the one, then a couple, quickly growing to a huge mass of flying aliens. Percy could faintly see Tony flying up in his suit to meet them. He was able to knock a couple down, but they were coming through too fast for Tony to be able to stop them all.

Pretty soon, they started shooting at people, no doubt causing mass panic among the population of New York. The demigod could see some smoke start to rise from the streets. Flying high over the buildings. the Quinjet made its way to STARK Tower.

“You know, Loki isn’t being low-key,” Percy commented as a group of aliens on flying scooters flew after Tony.

“If I could shoot you right now, I would,” Natasha told him, her voice calm and collected for what was happening. “Stark, we're heading northeast.”

“What, did you stop for drive-thru? Swing up Park, I'm gonna lay 'em out for you.”

Up ahead, Tony flew by with his Chitauri entourage close behind. Clint used the Quinjet’s gun to shoot down some of the invaders. Percy grabbed onto the back of Natasha’s seat as she steered the jet upwards.

A queasy feeling entered Percy’s stomach and he felt the need to sit. Making his way to the back, he gripped onto the rail tightly as the Quinjet made a sudden turn.

“You hanging in there?” Percy heard Steve ask.

The demigod waved his free hand dismissively. “Yeah, as soon as we land—”

He never got to finish his sentence as Clint and Natasha both grunted as the ship shuddered and started to spin. Percy’s heart dropped when he realized that the plane was descending. His feet lifted off the floor of the plane. The son of Poseidon clamped his eyes shut and gripped the rails so hard his knuckles turned white.

There was a rumble and the jet shook as it landed on the ground. Percy’s feet fell back on the floor and he became aware of his own harsh breathing and rapid heartbeat. When he heard the sound of the ramp being lowered, he loosened his grip on the bar and took a couple of deep breaths. Once he gathered himself, he joined Steve, Natasha, and Clint outside the plane.

It was chaos. People ran by screaming, desperately trying to run away from the massive crowd of aliens flying overhead on hovering bikes, shooting at anything that moved. Just up ahead was STARK Tower, now missing its R and K.

“We gotta get back up there,” Cap shouted over all the noise.

Percy took off running with the group as they started making their way back to Stark’s tower.

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str-spangled-banner · 5 years

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After War — Bucky x OC

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Summary: Ellie goes to the group therapy sessions Sam still holds whenever he finds time in between Avengers-business. Suffering from PTSD, she struggles to build a post-war life for herself as she can’t trust her brain to not mistake friend for foe. It’s at those sessions she meets Bucky who seems just as damaged by the past as she is.

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Warnings: PTSD, talk of war, delusional episode

A/N: I... Ehm... I haven’t been on this blog for a year...soooo.... hyello. This is a super old thing I said I was gonna write in this post, and I guess better late than never? Right???

"My body is here, at home, but I still feel as if my mind is over there. I still feel as if I'm breathing in the dust underneath the burning sun, having to hold innocent at gunpoint because you have to determine everyone as the enemy. Sometimes it feels like if I reach over my shoulder, I'll feel the rifle right there, just waiting to be used..."

"Your mind is there." Sam agreed, attempting to gain eye contact with the young veteran who couldn't be much older than her, if not the same age. "Your mind is still at war, and it's your job to bring it peace. It is amazing that you can acknowledge the fact that you are not at war, Lawrence, because not all people can. Acknowledging your struggles is a far bigger step on the road to recovery than you can imagine. Being man enough to admit your own weaknesses is your first and greatest step..."

Sam's eyes scanned over everyone and stopped at her. "And being woman enough, of course." He added, causing a few of the other veterans to look her way. "What's your name?"

"Eleanor Conway, but I'd prefer Ellie, sir."

"How many tours?"

"I was First Sergeant in the Air Force, sir. Tours was not something I really did. I flew CSAR op's for three years before moving to Special Operations for my last two years of service."

"Combat search and rescue and special operations? That's some heavy weights you had to lift." Sam kept looking at her, trying to figure out what kind of a person she was. It was her first time in the meeting. He had received her order from court a week prior, giving her the option to either attend his group meetings or spend four months in jail, and that if she was to not show every Thursday night it was Sam's duty to report so.

From what the court order stated, Ellie had been approached by a police officer after she had been idle in her car at a traffic light for over ten minutes. When the officer had knocked on her window, she had tackled him to the ground by throwing the car door open, launched out of her car and on top of him, restraining his arms, only to fly off of him after a few seconds and apologize frantically. Sam didn't need to know much more than that to know that Ellie was yet another victim of post dramatic stress.

He never judged those who came in to the VA office for his sessions, but still he would never have thought she had been such a high rank in the Air Force, and even more surprised was he that she had been doing rescue missions, and special operations on top of that. Those were far from the easy services that the Air Force and the military provided. It would have been strange if anyone made it through all of that without at least a single scar, both physical and not.

"It was, but it's over now." She kept things short and cold, expressing her emotions being something strange and unpleasant in her world. Feelings makes you vulnerable, and vulnerability is not something you can afford when at war, that is something Ellie learned on her first day in the army, and it refuses to leave her mind no matter how much she tries to distance herself from her army days. That fear of being vulnerable latched onto her like a leech, even as war was in her rearview mirror.

"Do you still feel like your mind is at war?" Sam wondered, referring to the previous veteran who had spoken to the group about his struggles.

"No. I'm here." She assured, almost sounding defensive. Sam kept looking at her, trying to think of something to keep the conversation going, but it was clear to him that she wasn't very comfortable with being open, and he just so happened to catch a glimpse of the watch at his wrist after noticing that.

"Alright, that's about enough talking for one day, I'd say. Now, as you all know we work as a team around here, and so what we do is I will give you guys the next half hour to mingle around and find a partner. Why we do this is because it helps us to build a relationship with someone without having to explain or feel embarrassed about our past to them. It's good if you exchange numbers. If you’re having a rough day then maybe you could call your partner and just grab a beer at a local bar or something. It’s little things like that which will help you in the long run, perhaps especially a beer and watching the game on a flat screen." Sam smiled, earning a few laughs from around the room. "You make the rules. Either you want to let your partner into your life or you don't, and whatever path you choose is alright, but each week I'd like you to spend at least fifteen minutes talking to your partner and see how yore both doing, alright? Okay then, let's go. The coffee is going cold."

People began to rise from their seat, heading toward the table with coffee and some water. Ellie remained seated, looking over at the veterans who so easily began to talk amongst one another. They felt comfortable with their own kind, and even though they had never spoken to one another before, they all shared their military past, and somehow that seemed to be enough for them. She didn't recognize the same sense of familiarity. She had worked with others a lot in the Air Force, but when she was flying, she was alone in that plane.

Ellie turned to look down at her hands, but as her eyes moved across the circle of abandoned chairs, she noticed that one wasn't abandoned at all. About five seats to her left sat a man that she hadn't been able to see during the session. His hair was long and dark brown and tied into a knot underneath the rim of his baseball cap. He had his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, and as she looked at him, he noticed her movement and looked over at her only to create eye contact.

Her eyes moved away lazily, not caring that the man clearly had caught her looking at him. She simply sunk down in her seat and let her head fall back, eyes glued to the ceiling. It didn't take long for her to hear the sound of a chair shrieking against the floor to her left and footsteps approaching. The man she had looked at for just a moment sat down in the chair next to her, eyes looking across the room whilst hers were still just looking up.

"I'm Bu-"

"Not interested in having a partner, or whatever." She interrupted him. "Find someone else."

"Who the hell says I want you as a partner?" The man questioned, causing Ellie to raise her head slightly and look at the guy who had no issue with being bold, it seemed.

"What do you want then?" She asked in confusion, not in a rude tone, but not in a particularly friendly one either.

"Well, I was about to introduce myself when some a-hole cut me off." He explained in a cold tone, looking rather annoyed by her dismissiveness. They both maintained eye contact, not saying anything for a few moments, before Ellie eventually reached her hand out towards him.

"Ellie, but you probably knew that already."

"Bucky." He took her hand and shook it when suddenly she noticed that his left hand was being concealed by a black glove. She could only assume he was covering a military injury, just like so many others do after they've served and just like a couple of others in the room. "I'd say it's nice to meet you, but I can't tell at the moment."

"Wow... I see how it is." Ellie pulled her hand back, tightened her lips and looked ahead of her instead of at him. The corner of his mouth quirked up as he could tell she understood the humor to his words. "It's cool. You don't need to like me."

"Oh if we're talking about liking you, then the answer is a definite no."

"Alright, ha ha... I get it, I was an ass for wanting you to leave me alone. Anything else?" She rolled her eyes back to him.

"We should exchange numbers." He changed the subject, taking her slightly by surprise. "And no, I'm not saying that because you're the only girl in here. I'm saying it because I know Sam better than anyone else here and I know he'll never leave me alone if I don't get one of these partners, nor you, for that matter."

"So we're forced to give our number out and socialize at this place?" She asked, one eyebrow raised questioningly.

"No, but you'll have Sam begging you to do it every time you come here, which is twice a week last time I checked." Bucky placed his elbow on the back of his chair and laid his right leg over his left one leisurely.

"That does sound annoying, I'll admit." She confessed before looking over to Sam who stood against a wall in the room to get an overlook of everyone. He seemed to look towards the door in the moment, but Ellie could tell he was watching her and Bucky in the corner of his eye.

"Alright, give me your number." Ellie pulled her phone out from her pocket, unlocking it and opening up the contacts before handing it to Bucky.

"Really?" Bucky furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"You wanna suggest something and then question me when I agree to it?" She waved the phone in his face until he grabbed it. He wrote his number down and named himself before handing it back to her.

"I left my phone at home so if you could just write your number down..." His words faded out as he noticed the strange look she was giving him. "What? You're not gonna give me your number?"

"I have yours. That's more than enough." She shoved the phone back into her pocket, crossing her arms afterwards and leaning back into her seat.

Bucky had just been about to give a witty comment. Across the room, Sam had just been thanked by the veteran who had shared his story before Ellie. By the table of coffee, two men had just realized they both came from the same, small, town in the midwest. It was in that moment that a veteran across the busy room — military jacket clad in pins and medallions — moved underneath one of the ceiling lights. The lamp shone down onto one of his pins and the shiny surface reflected the light from above, flashing across Ellie's eyes.

Her mind stoped. Her entire body froze. It was as if this giant, complex, assembly, of cogs and wheels had been spinning perfectly when someone abruptly jammed a metal rod in the middle of it, causing the entire mechanism to jolt to a stop, jerking viciously as it was trying to spin but couldn't.

Ellie flew back with a vicious cry, the folding chair beneath her being kicked to the side. Her hands were up ahead of her as if she was holding a rifle and she aimed for the veteran with pins across his chest and arms. The chair she had kicked away then lost balance from the sudden move and folded together only to slam against the floor with a loud bang. She let out another panicked grunt and aimed at the ground where the still piece of furniture laid before aiming back to the veteran.

"Sniper... Sniper..." She repeated the words to herself over and over. Her hair hung messily over her face and only one eye was peaking out, her head leaning against her arm as if looking through the scope of the rifle she knew to be holding. In her mind, it wasn't imaginary. She could feel the weapon in her hand. She could feel the coolness of the metal trigger against the pad of her right index. The room wasn't a room anymore but it was the desert, and in the distance there was mountains. In a small crevasse in the midst of the orange rocks there was the reflection of a sniper rifle scope, and she had her eyes locked on the enemy.

"Out." Sam called, eyes open wide and locked onto Ellie. As no one moved, he turned his attention to the twenty people still in the room. "I said get out."

People started to hurry for the doors. The only one that didn't seem to be in a rush was Bucky, who still sat in the chair that had been right next to hers. He looked at Ellie with parted lips and an empty stare as her head snapped from side to side as she paranoiacally saw more and more threats around her. His eyes moved to Sam for a moment who was just pushing out the last people through the door.

"Barnes..." Sam said after spotting Bucky still seated only a few feet away from Ellie, nudging his head towards to doors he stood by, hoping Bucky would get the hint and leave with the others.

"What's happening to her?" Bucky asked, eyes still on Ellie, or whatever was left of her with them since her mind was clearly elsewhere.

"PTSD..." Sam sighed, walking quickly cross the room to retrieve his phone. He knew it said nothing in the court order or the emails he had gotten associated to Ellie's case about how to deal with her episodes, but even though he knew that he wanted to double check.

"No, this is something else..." Bucky disagreed. He knew PTSD, and whatever Ellie was going through was not that.

"She's only here because she goes to jail otherwise." Sam said in a stressed tone, knowing he probably shouldn't share the information with Bucky. "She attacked a police officer during one of her episodes and either she comes here to try and get better or she goes to jail."

"What is she doing?" Bucky rose from his seat, taking a few steps back to give Ellie some room.

"The damn girl has spent five years assigned to amongst the most dangerous fields within the military and she's not even twenty five years old. I think you can imagine a couple of things that might have traumatized her." Sam spat back, almost a little annoyed by how ignorant Bucky seemed, even if that wasn't the case.

"Ellie?" Sam gave up on the emails he had received about her and instead walked up to her slowly, watching her every move to see her reaction. Her head snapped to him, the lines seen through her scope crossing one another in the center of Sam's head. Although there was no weapon and Ellie was the only one who could see it, even Sam could tell that her aim was impeccable. "Eleanor?"

She was still just mumbling the word "sniper" on an endless loop, eyes glazed over as she was looking at something completely different than what both Bucky and Sam were.

"Ellie? Can you hear me?" Sam kept trying to get some sort of contact, but she was so lost in her mind she couldn't even hear him. Bucky was quiet and simply observing the situation before him. He did try and imagine what Ellie had been through, and none of it was pleasant. He had never heard of someone so young being such a high rank and doing such serious missions, and it threw him off a little. When he looked at her it was as if his brain couldn't puzzle her and her military background together. She just looked like a normal girl.

"Ellie you need to calm down, okay? You're in the VA office, back home. You're not in the military right now." Sam continued his efforts in vain. She couldn’t hear him. She wasn’t even in the same country as him in her head. She was alone. Over intercom she heard her commanding officer every now and then, and in the distance there was the enemy, but other than that she was on her own.

“Target in sight, awaiting orders.” Ellie continued to mumble. Sam had struggled to catch what she had said, but Bucky had picked up on her radio message that she believed she was sending her officer. It gave him an idea, one that he didn’t run by Sam before testing.

“Abort. For Sergeant Conway, I repeat, abort. Target misidentified. That’s one of ours, Sergeant. Stand down. Over.” Bucky spoke with a sternness in his tone and his eyes remained locked on Ellie the entire time. Sam glanced between Bucky and Ellie, both surprised by Bucky’s initiative but also impressed by his clever idea, even if he’d never admit that to him.

“Sergeant Conway reporting. Copy that, standing...” Ellie began to blink quickly and her eyes slowly lost that emptiness in them that they’d just had. “Standing down... I...”

“Ellie?” Sam tried again, his voice low and soft as not to startle her in any way. “Are you alright?”

“I’m...” She felt light headed. She felt really light headed. Her vision was blurry and the room seemed to fade between the actual room in the VA office and the desert, patches of the scorching mountains blotting her field of vision before they slowly began to grow dark and blank. The now black patches continued to expand and covered more and more of the room before her until finally, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her body seemed to have been turned off by a switch.

“Oh shit-“ Sam dashed forward to catch her limp body but it was Bucky who just barely managed to catch her in time before she would have crumbled helplessly to the ground. He quickly laid her on the floor and backed away, not comfortable being so close.

“I’m calling 911.” Sam sighed as he felt the worry slowly subside, even if it was still very much present. With her passed out, at least she didn’t have to suffer through the pain of embarrassment he knew she undoubtedly would have when she realized they had witnessed an entire episode of hers.

She remained unconscious for the twenty minutes it took the ambulance to arrive, and she had yet to awake when the paramedics loaded her into the back and shut the doors behind them before driving her to the hospital. Sam and Bucky remained standing in silence on the steps leading up the the entrance of the office after they’d taken her away, neither of them knowing what to say after the whole ordeal. Eventually, Sam admitted to how tired he was and that he just wanted to go home. He told Bucky to take care before they parted ways. Sam got into his car and drove off whilst Bucky decided to walk to his tiny apartment. It was a thirty minute walk, but he felt like he needed it. Seeing Ellie like that had somehow rattled him up a bit and an uneasy feeling nestled in the back of his mind.

Her mind and actions were not her own after the war she’d been fighting—a situation he found all too familiar for his liking. Perhaps they weren’t as different as he had first thought, him and Ellie?

So, as “usual” (can I still say that after having been away for over a year?) I love hearing what you think, so please do share your thoughts!

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Valentine’s Day Countdown: Day 9

Valentine’s Day Countdown Collection

Day 9 of my Valentine’s Day Fanfic Countdown. If you’re interested in seeing your story/ship get written by me, found out more here!

Without any further ado, here are the requests that made today’s cut:

1) Dad!Sam (x Reader) 2) Dad!Bucky x Reader

Anonymous said to green-eyeddragonfanfiction: Sam Wilson taking his daughter (his and the readers child) out for a Valentine’s Day Date because Reader has to work? I’ve seen a lot of cute posts lately about good dads being their child’s first love and how it sets a good example and I can totally see Sam doing this

Pairing: Dad!Sam (x Reader) Warnings: Mentions of PTSD Word Count: ~1,941 A/N: AU where EVERYONE LIVES THROUGH INFINITY WAR AND IS HAPPY Bunckle = Uncle Bucky

“Dad!”

Sam looked up from his mission debriefing as his daughter ran into the room with a bright smile on her face.

When (Y/N) had stated she wanted kids, Sam had been hesitant at first. He didn’t lead a normal life, exactly. Even without all the Avengers stuff, he was ex-military. There was stuff you brought back with you from war, and while Sam constantly tried to work through it, there were still some days where it kicked his ass.

But their daughter- a precocious, mischievous five year old by the name of Sara- turned out to be the light of his life (well, the other light of his life, after you, of course). He loved her from the moment he laid eyes on her tiny form swaddled up in soft blanket in the hospital.

“Hey, sparrow! How’s my favorite girl in the whole wide world?” he said as he scooped her up into his arms.

“It’s Valentine’s Day!” she said with a huge smile.

“It is Valentine’s Day! Did you ask someone at the preschool to be your Valentine?” Sam asked with a smile. He didn’t have to worry about handsy boys or manipulative girls until puberty, at least. Until then, he could let her give chocolates and candies to boys or girls she thought were cute.

Sara giggled. “It’s you, silly!” she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh, am I now?” Sam said with a laugh. Kids said the darndest things.

“Mhm!” she hummed.

“Alright, well what do you suppose we do today, then? Zoo? Aquarium? Smithsonian?” he asked playfully, knowing her answer already.

She gasped at the last option. “Smi-son-yan! I wanna see Uncle Steve and Uncle Bucky!” she cheered excitedly.

Sam rolled his eye at the second name, but nodded along anyway. “And then we can pick up mom from work?”

She nodded eagerly. “Yeah! I love picking mommy up from work!” she said excitedly.

Sam chuckled and put her back on the ground. “Alright, sparrow. Go get your coat and then we’ll go.”

She ran up stairs, her laughter ringing out through the halls as she went. Sam chuckled at her exuberance. He gathered up his keys, wallet, and his two phones; one for his personal life and one for the Avengers.

“Daaaaad!” Sara called from upstairs. It didn’t sound urgent. Sam raised an eyebrow in question but hiked up the stairs and went into her room.

He saw the problem immediately. Her head was stuck in the confines of her sweater. She’d somehow managed to begin to shove her head in the sleeve, but couldn’t move anymore to get it out.

He bit back a laugh and walked over to her. “I got it, Sara,” he said reassuringly. With a gentle tug her head popped free. Sam tugged it down over her tiny frame and soothed her now-messy hair. “Ready to go?” he asked with a smile.

“Smi-son-yan!” she yelled in lieu of an answer.

Sam laughed and picked her up. He carried her down the stairs and out the door and locked it securely behind him. “Am I carryin’ you the whole way or are you gonna walk?” he asked with a smirk.

“Carry! Shoulders!” she said excitedly. She liked riding on his shoulders. It made her feel tall and let her see a lot more. She was a regular little bird, always wanting to be high up, just like her dad.

With a huff he hoisted her on top of his shoulders. She didn’t weight much, but she squirmed like the devil. “You know the rules. Hold on, now,” Sam said, trying to sound serious and failing because of the huge smile on his face. His huge hands wrapped securely around her ankles so that, in the event she lost her balance, she wouldn’t go crashing to the ground.

Two small hands placed themselves securely on his head. “Yes, papa.” A pause, then, “Uncle Bucky had more hair to hang on to,” she said. He could practically see the tiny frown on her face as she thought about it.

“Yeah, well, Bunckle needs a haircut,” Sam said dismissively.

“I like Bunckle’s hair! He lets me braid it!” Sara said excitedly.

Sam’s competitive streak flared up, but he tried to fight it. He and Bucky had worked past the worst of their rivalry. Bucky even babysat Sara whenever he and you had date nights. “But does he braid your hair as pretty as I do?” Sam asked playfully.

She thought about it for a moment before shaking her head to hard Sam could feel her entire body shake. “Nope!”

“Didn’t think so,” Sam said with a smirk.

The Smithsonian wasn’t that far from the house, so the walk wasn’t that bad. Driving would have been way more stressful, and Sam wasn’t an Avenger for nothing. Sara might have gotten tired by it if she had walked it, so Sam was almost glad he’d carried her on his shoulder the entire way there. Grumpy kids were the worst.

When she spotted the fountain and the huge grey face of the National Museum of American History, she squealed in excitement. “Put me down! Down down down! Please!” she said eagerly.

Sam laughed. “You gonna run off?”

“No! Promise!” she said, though Sam was sure she’d forget that promise immediately.

He carefully picked her up off of his shoulders and set her down on the ground. Like he thought, she ran off towards the entrance immediately. As he jogged after her he reminisced fondly about the days when she couldn’t run.

He snatched her right as she was bout to go in the door and pulled her up into his arms.

“Wah! Daaad!” she said with a pout.

Sam ignored the accusing look and took a pamphlet from the greeter at the door. When the woman realized who she was looking at, her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open in shock.

“Y-you- Um- Thank you for- for everything,” she stuttered out. Sara looked from the greeter to Sam in confusion.

Sara didn’t know about Sam’s job yet. You said it’d give her a big head, just like her dad. Sam had tried to argue that second part, but ultimately he saw you were right.

“Just doin’ what I had to,” Sam said humbly, giving the greeter a small smile as he passed through the entrance with Sara in his arms. “Alright, sparrow. Where to first? Captain America exhibit or the First Ladies?” he asked.

“Uncle Steve!” she said excitedly. Sam smiled and set her down and she raced off towards the Cap exhibit. She had a great sense of direction normally, but she’d been here to many times she knew the museum better than she probably knew their house.

Sam walked languidly after her, always sure to keep her in sight. He turned the corner and was shocked to see the exhibit had expanded. The classic exhibit was still there, but it had been added to. Another room sported modern Captain America/Nomad facts and items. Bucky’s Memorial had been taken down and was replaced with a video screen, playing stories from Steve, Peggy, and the Barnes family about Bucky both before and after his “death” in the 40′s.

What shocked him the most, though, was the addition of a replica of his suit... as well as the painting of him behind it.

“Dad! Dad, that’s you!” Sara said excitedly and just a little too loudly as she pointed at the huge mural... because every head in the room turned to look at him. Everyone stopped talking, hissing in hushed whispers until, one by one, they broke out into applause.

Sam held a hand up in acknowledgement, mumbling thank you’s to the crowd, but all he could look at was his little girl, who looked so proud and excited he wanted to cry. She ran to him and he crouched down so he could catch her in his arms. The room aww’d as Sara crashed into him “I have the best dad in the world!” she declared proudly and loudly to the room, drawing laughs and smiles from everyone. Sam chuckled and lifted her up, throwing her in the air once before catching her again. She squealing in delight and the crowd laughed along with the two of them.

“C’mon, sparrow. We still got a lot of exhibits to see,” he said with a smile.

They walked out of the Smithsonian’s gift shop with kid-sized plastic Falcon wings (there had been a very large warning tag that said they wouldn’t actually let you fly, which made Sam laugh). She wore them the entire journey to your office building, making jet noises and pretending to fly through the air from on top of Sam’s shoulders as he ran down the street.

“Mission control to Falcon! Landing zone ahead!” Sam said, pretending to talk through an old school radio, making the static noises and everything.

“I hear ya, mizzin control! Comin’ in for a landing!” she said gleefully as Sam picked her up off of his shoulders and placed her dramatically on the ground.

“Mission control to Falcon! Destination reached successfully!” he said with a smile and held out his fist. Sara tapped it with her own tiny fist, giggling happily.

“What are you two doing?” came a voice from a few feet away.

Sam and Sara looked up to see you standing there, grinning at the two of them and weighed down by a huge briefcase.

“Mommy!” Sara squealed and ran to you, nearly knocking your feet out from under you as she wrapped her tiny arms around your legs with a surprising amount of strength.

“Hey, sparrow,” you said with a smile as you ran your brushed your fingers over her hair. When you noticed the tiny Falcon toy wings attached to her arms, you turned your glare on your husband, but he was already defusing the situation by ducking in to give you a kiss. He took the huge brief case from you and hefted it onto his shoulder.

You smiled into the kiss, but quickly remembered you were supposed to be mad. You broke away and glared at him. “Samuel Thomas Wilson. What are those?” you asked, pointing to the wings.

“Oh, we’re using the whole name, huh? That’s how it’s gonna be?” he asked playfully.

“Oooh, that’s how it’s gonna be,” you said as you crossed your arms. Sara was already distracted by running around, flapping her wings wildly as she waited for the adults to finish their conversation.

Sam laughed and pecked you on the cheek and your hard expression melted a bit. “They updated the Captain America exhibit... Guess who’s immortalized in wax, paint, and detailed costume recreations?” he said, waggling his eyebrows.

“Oh god, there’ll be no living with you now,” you joked good-naturedly.

Sam pretended to pout for a moment before smiling and leaning in to give you a loving, passionate kiss.

“Ewww, gross,” Sara said, dragging your attention from each other. You looked from Sara, then back at each other. You shared a knowing look and Sara seemed to sense she’d made a mistake because she giggle and turned to run away, but you and Sam scooped her up between you and placed a bunch of noisy, messy kisses to her face and head. “Nooo! Mommy! Papa!” she squealed happily, giggling loudly. Eventually the two of you let up, though Sara was still giggling happily.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my most favorite girls in the whole world,” Sam said, making both you and Sara smile.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Papa!”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sam.”

Anonymous said to green-eyeddragonfanfiction: Bucky x Reader where he lets you and your baby girl paint his arm and decorate it for Valentine’s Day because he knows how happy it’ll make you guys. ❤️❤️

Pairing: Dad!Bucky x Reader Warnings: Swearing Word Count: ~541 A/N: soft!boi. AU where EVERYONE IS HAPPY AND ALIVE AFTER IW

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

You’d gotten used to living with an ex-assassin, but as soon as you’d had a daughter together, you’d had to a make an adjustment in the opposite direction. Where silence once meant safety, it now meant danger.

You got up from your spot on the couch and began prowling the house.

“Bucky...?” you asked warily, starting to get worried the longer it was quiet.

“In here,” came Bucky’s soft voice from your daughter Rebecca’s room.

You breathed out a sigh of relief and meandered your way to the doorway, freezing at the sight before you.

Rebecca was practically covered head-to-toe in paint splotches and Bucky’s left arm was pink.

Like, no really. Pink. Hot pink, rose, magenta, fuscia, bubblegum. Little hearts were painted all over in white (although it had mixed with the pink in some places). You were pretty sure you spotted a drawing of what was supposed to be the three of you together holding hands. Not a single inch was left of the shiny black metal you were used to seeing.

“What... what are you two doing?” you asked with a smile. You should be upset that they’d gotten paint everywhere, but it was just too damn adorable for the frown to stick. At least Bucky had had the foresight to tie their hair up.

“Well, it was supposed to be a surprise...” Bucky said guiltily, as though he knew exactly what was going through your mind.

“No looking, mama!” Rebecca said, waving a paintbrush at you angrily. You nearly winced as a huge drop of paint hit your nice wood floor.

Bucky saw the look and gave you a reassuring smile. “Washables, Doll. I may be 101 soon, but I still don’t feel like kicking the bucket yet,” he said with a wink, knowing full well you’d chew his ass out of they got real paint on your floors. “We’ll clean it up.”

You smiled at him and walked over and kneeled down next to them. “I’m just sad you two didn’t invite me! I’ve never painted your Papa’s arm before,” you said mischievously as you sent Rebecca a wink, which sent her into a fit of giggles. “Can I join you?” you asked Rebecca sweetly. Bucky beamed at the two of you.

“Yeah! You can start painting the flowers!” Rebecca said as she handed you a brush and a small tub of washable hot pink paint.

You smiled and talked happily as the two of you painted away until Bucky’s arm was up to Rebecca’s exacting standards. You couldn’t help but acknowledge how far Bucky had come from when you first met him. Although you always saw the good man under the frosty shell, you were sure he couldn’t ever have imaged being where he was now back then. A wife, a kid, his arm painted pink with hearts, flowers, and vague stick people on Valentine’s Day.

“I love you,” he said to the two of you, making you both pause and look up at him. The tender look in his eyes made your heart flutter in your chest.

“Love you too, Da!” Rebecca said happily.

You leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Love you too, Buck.”

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another-writer · 7 years

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Loneliness

Bucky x reader (sort of)

First of all, thank you thank you thank you to everyone who’s commented/liked/reblogged on my posts! This is long overdue and honestly I’m blown away by the reaction you guys have had to my writing

This is just a little thing I wrote at eleven o’clock at night. I didn’t have time to edit but the idea just came to me and I wanted it all out and published. Sorry for any mistakes that might be in here but I hope you guys like this. There’s not really a category for it, but I suppose it’s generally hurt/comfort.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: mentions of panic attack symptoms, blood, knives, hostage situation. It’s not incredibly graphic, but it’s definitely there and not totally brief.

The wave of sickness hit you like a tsunami the moment it happened. While carnage grew around you with collapsing buildings and fires and burst water pipes, you shrank into a curled foetal position in the back of an ambulance.

You were one of the last civilians to have been evacuated.

You remember tearing a door open and ushering the men and women who worked in the office into the designated safe zone where they were to be taken out of a twenty mile radius to safety.

You remember seeing flashes of Iron Man skirting between buildings, the crash of a patriotic shield, arrows cutting through the sky to meet their targets.

When you later thought about it, you were glad that there were no children being held hostage like you were - if you were hanging by your fingertips almost ready to fall into the pit of insanity, then how could a child handle that?

Your first guess was Hydra. After the intel had been released, along with all from an organisation called SHIELD which had been strictly formed in the first place to destroy the former, it seemed to make sense. You were held for more than twelve hours, having been kidnapped from your workspace along with thirty of your colleagues. You remember the agents releasing some kind of gas from canisters they rolled out across the office space.

Apparently, if there was one collective weakness the Avengers had, it was innocent civilians. You think that’s what you liked most about them.

When Sergeant Barnes had burst open the doors and taken the guards out single-handedly, you took the task of ushering everyone else out where several other agents were evacuating the area and taking you back to the city.

Unfortunately, that’s when things went wrong. From the hands of an agent that had just been wounded in the leg, a serrated knife skidded across the concrete floor and stopped only inches away from you. Simultaneously, the second Hydra agent the soldier had been fighting was knocked to the ground, almost flying into the corner, his head smacking against the blackening drywall, his body going limp. You could see a bloody wound form near the crown of his head, his eyes glazing, but he wasn’t unconscious.

When Barnes slid the gun back in his holster, scanning the area, looking to the side opposite to where you were first, the agent’s fingers fumbled with the gun lying close to his hand. You watched them slowly and clumsily curl around the handle, index finger edging towards the trigger.

You found yourself rolling to your side, sliding the knife in your grasp, and skidding to where he was lying, knocking the gun from his weak grasp, taking the knife and then -

You heaved and then gasped for breath, pushing the shock blanket off your shoulders desperately and placing your head in your hands, fingers reaching up into your hair. The cold air fanned over your neck and your hands and seeped through your clothes but it was more comfortable than you could hope for.

Hot tears formed in your eyes and your throat tightened; you were just about breathing. Just about hanging by your fingertips.

You remember being escorted out of the warehouse and being ushered into the ambulance, the blood-stained knife tight in your grip being pried away while you stayed silent in shock.

You choked on your breath as you failed to keep your tears at bay.

‘Ma’am?’

The voice was a little edged but still gentle. Kind of like the fuzzy blanket the paramedics had given you.

You lifted your head slightly so that your eyes peeked over the protective cage of your hands.

‘Are you alright?’ he asked, his tone the same.

You bit your lip and, to your frustration, more tears formed in your eyes.

It was one person. One really bad person. Someone you assumed had volunteered to be bad. You read about Hydra. You knew what they had done, specifically what they had done to the man whom you had - technically - saved from a bullet, the man who was crouched in front of you now.

So why did it feel like this? Why did it feel like throwing up and feeling empty at the same time? Or like you were caught in a flood and standing completely famished in a desolate world?

‘I killed someone,’ you murmured. Your voice was quiet and almost swallowed by the gentle breeze but gritted and grounding, rooting your words, anchoring them around you.

Barnes nodded softly. ‘I know. That saved me, what you did. I should thank you.’

Your eyebrows creased into a slightly pained expression. ‘Forgive me if that doesn’t help,’ you said, your tone almost bitter. You knew he was trying to help ease the tension you felt, but the guilt had turned into a physical nausea, culminating like acid.

Bucky frowned but not because he was hurt by your response. He stood up and sat down next to you in the entrance of the ambulance, keeping a respectable distance from you.

‘I’m sorry I put you in that position,’ he said. ‘It’s my job to make those choices, not yours.’

You shook your head, the motion so subtle it was almost as if you hadn’t done anything. But because you had been so still before, the movement was noticeable.

‘Don’t apologise,’ you murmured, trying to sound consoling. You clasped your hands together, elbows tucked in as you clamped your hands between your knees, curving your body into a smaller shape. You took a deep breath through you nose and cleared your throat, trying to gather some normality back in your voice. ‘Does this feeling ever go away?’

Bucky hesitated. ‘I don’t think it’s my place to say,’ he admitted, and you found that you appreciated the honesty, even though part of you just wanted confirmation that you would forget the past twenty minutes even happened. ‘That guy wasn’t innocent in any form of the word, for what it’s worth,’ He added. ‘I knew him from - from before.’

So you killed someone who deserved to die? The image of the knife … of it being used by you. It wasn’t the person that truly bothered you, it was your actions. You did it. You didn’t feel the same way you did before.

‘But I killed him,’ you whispered.

Slowly, giving you time to make him stop or to move away, Bucky put his hand on your knee. The touch was light, with a feather-like fragility something with his stature shouldn’t possess but somehow did.

‘I-I understand,’ he started. ‘I don’t wanna tell you how to feel but, I’ve done this before.’

Your mind was skeptical. Barnes never intended to commit those murders done by the Winter Soldier.

‘When I was in the war,’ he said softly, ‘it’s like that.’

Oh.

It was quiet for a while after that while your mind replayed the scenes from before, while your heartbeat steadied one moment and then raced another, keeping an uneven pace. Slowly, your head was starting to feel less and less as though it were filled with brick dust.

It had sounded like he didn’t want to elaborate and part of you guessed that it was because he didn’t want to haul his own pain onto someone who was going through their own. He didn’t want to draw attention away from you when you were clearly less able to deal with it. Perhaps he just didn’t want to talk about it. But you were brave, so you asked -

‘How so?’ you asked softly.

Barnes looked at you as though asking for confirmation and then let a tiny self-deprecating smile appear briefly on his features, his eyes hardening with regret.

‘They made it sound amazing,’ he said softly, eyes on the ground in front of him. ‘Fighting for your country, doing what was right, not only because everyone who wasn’t fighting on our side was a Nazi but because it was just un-American not to.’ His eyebrows creased, expression hardening. ‘But you get out on the front line and suddenly not every opposition is a Nazi who’s out to tear your heart from your chest. We were all kids fighting a war that wasn’t ours.’ He clenched his jaw and then released the tension. ‘I killed guys by my own accord who didn’t deserve what was coming.’ He blinked, as if ridding the memories from the forefront of his mind and looked at you. ‘But I accept it because denying it’s even worse. And I try to do better.’

You wiped the dried tears from under your eyes and your cheeks, drawing your sleeve over your fingers, lip trembling.

‘What do I do next?’

Barnes looked at you apologetically. ‘I don’t know,’ he admitted. ‘But I have a lot of good days lately. It’s the worst answer, but give it time.’

You nodded numbly and sniffed, clearing your throat and looking around you. You were one of the few civilians left here, everyone else having been escorted back to their homes or hospitals or wherever they wanted to go.

‘Where are you going back to?’ he asked. ‘You gonna be alone?’

You didn’t want to go anywhere that had people who didn’t know what you were going through. So going home alone seemed like the only viable option.

‘I’ll be fine.’

You didn’t know how to deal with this. But you told yourself that you just had to figure it out because what choice did you have?

Barnes looked a little doubtful, uneasy and unenthusiastic to let you go by yourself.

‘I don’t want you to be alone,’ he said. ‘If you wanna talk to me or if you just don’t wanna be by yourself …’

You looked at him, studying his sincere blue-grey eyes. This man was worried about you. You felt so emotionally drained that you couldn’t fight it. You were willing to admit that maybe, just this once, you deserved someone’s attention, someone’s help.

So you nodded. ‘I don’t want to be alone right now.’

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Avenging Angel: Part 15

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1535

Warnings: None

Part 1 – Part 2 – Part 3 – Part 4 – Part 5 – Part 6 – Part 7 – Part 8 -- Part 9 -- Part 10 -- Part 11 -- Part 12 -- Part 13 -- Part 14

“Hi, daddy.”

Your father winced when he tried to smile. “Honey bear. You came!”

“Of course I did.” You looked around at the tubes and wires attaching your father to monitors. “I couldn’t pass up the chance to give you a real hug.”

Leaning over the railing on the bed, you carefully wrapped your arms around him as much as possible. Tears sprang to your eyes at the thought that you could only touch your dad after he’d just been attacked. Otherwise, your conversations had a thick pane of glass between you two.

“Did he come with you?”

You pulled back with furrowed brows. “Who?”

“That Covington you’ve been seeing. I’ve seen it on the news a few times.” His dark brown eyes locked onto yours intensely. “He’s dangerous, Y/N. You need to break it off.”

You knew that. But you also needed to know more. So you lied to your father, knowing that it was the only way he would let the issue drop. “He’s not a bad man. I love him.”

“Sweetie, you don’t know the Covingtons. You’re better off as far from them as possible.”

“And you know them? How?”

His expression closed off and you stifled a groan. He wasn’t going to tell you. “If you insist on staying with that boy, watch your back.”

*****

“So the attacker comes up from behind you,” Sam narrated while he did just that. His arm came around your neck, pretending to choke you. “What do you do?”

“Bitch, please. I’ve seen Miss Congeniality,” you muttered, moving to elbow him in the solar plexus and stomp on his instep.

Sam and Dean knew how to fight, so you asked them to teach you some moves. After what happened, you figured that it would be best if you knew how to defend yourself a little. So now the motel beds were against a wall and everything was moved out of the way. Dean left a few hours prior to check up on a few loose ends in their own lives, leaving self-defense teacher-duty to Sam.

“Not bad. But shifters are quick to recover so you have to have more than a few moves in mind. If you start running away and they aren’t out of the game, it won’t be long before they have you in another position like—“

Before you could blink, Sam had you across the room with your back against the wall, arms above your head with your wrists held in one of his hands, his other arm firmly across your neck, and his feet between yours.

“So what do you do in this situation?”

You struggled against his hold for a moment, trying to find any weak spots. Your arms were out of the question: his hold on your wrists was like steel. And the arm across your throat made it impossible to headbutt him. With his legs between yours, kneeing him in the groin wasn’t an option. You tried wrapping your leg around his and pushing his knee inward, but he anticipated that movement and didn’t let it loosen his grip.

“I can’t do it, Sam,” you groaned.

“Think, Y/N.” His eyes bore into yours. “In this situation, you’re gonna be desperate. You’re gonna be scared. That makes you do crazy things that might actually work.”

“Sam, I’m a computer nerd. My type of crazy is that time I hacked into the FBI database because I was bored and I wanted to see if I could. Which I did. But I don’t know how to do this physical fighting stuff.”

His pressed closer, the arm across your neck actually starting to cut off your air supply. “So when Braxton decides he’s had enough of your games and actually does try to kill you, you’re gonna beg him to go easy on you because you sit behind a screen all day? That’s weak. C’mon, Y/N.”

You weren’t weak. Weak people didn’t survive two days on a freezing mountain. Weak people didn’t pretend to be in love with a socioopath for a year just for information. Weak people would have given up on your mission long before now.

You weren’t weak.

Narrowing your eyes, you thought through the situation again. A moment later, you figured that you had nothing to lose.

With your limited movement, you managed to jump up just enough to wrap your legs around Sam’s thighs. The unexpected shift of your weight had him stumbling forward a step and the grip on your wrists loosened just enough for you to twist your hands around and grab ahold of his wrist. Once you had a firm grip, you jerked his arm to the side and, with his compromised balance, his body twisted enough for him to fall over, taking you with him until you both landed on the floor.

“Oh my god! I did it!” You pushed off of Sam’s chest so you were only straddling his thighs and raised your arms in the air victoriously as a rush of excitement coursed through your body.

He grinned up at you and propped himself up on his elbows. “Don’t sound so surprised.”

“But I am. You should have seen me in PE in high school. I spent more time in the nurse’s office than in class.”

Sam sat up, bringing the two of you within inches of each other. He reached behind you, resting a hand on your back for support, but all that his touch seemed to do was short-circuit your nerves. “But I bet you kicked ass in the classroom, right?”

How was it that when Sam was pressed against your body pretending to be an attacker that you could focus completely, but as soon as the tension from that was gone, being this close seemed to destroy all of your words? You’d spent so many nights tangled with this man, for crying out loud, and he’d never affected you this way!

“As far as transcripts go, I kicked ass everywhere. I actually hacked into the school records and changed my grade in PE to an A.”

At that, Sam chuckled, his torso swaying towards you slightly.

You knew it was probably not the best idea. There were a dozen reasons you should just stand up and walk away. But after your self-defense achievement, you were still on a high and it didn’t take much to dip your head and cover Sam’s lips with yours.

The few seconds it took for Sam to react seemed to stretch out. It was like a slow-motion explosion scene. A spark lit the veins in your lips, and that detonation spread a fire racing throughout your body. Then Sam wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest and the world seemed to combust in that moment.

This was real. You weren’t playing some game to get more out of Sam. And he wasn’t trying to manipulate information out of you either.

This was the kind of kiss that you dreamt of. Hands tangled in hair, fingers digging into skin, heady, needy gasps between kisses.

Then Sam’s phone rang and you broke the kiss with ragged breaths. The phone rang two more times, but neither of you moved. “You should probably get that,” you whispered. “It could be Dean.”

Sam nodded shallowly, and you climbed off of him so he could go get his phone off the table. “Hey, Dean.”

While Sam talked to his brother, you scooted back until you were sitting against the wall. That kiss was… something else. It was definitely something that you wanted to happen again, but you weren’t sure if it was the best idea. Doing anything to keep your feelings platonic seemed like the best option at the moment. There was enough drama in your life without adding to it.

“Uh-huh,” Sam muttered slowly. “Sure. Just let me tell Y/N before—“

In the blink of an eye, there was suddenly two more men in the room and you nearly screamed.

“—they show up…” Sam sighed. “Nevermind.”

“Hello, Sam,” the newcomer in the trenchcoat greeted formally, and Sam hung up on Dean. Deciding that you’d much rather be on the same level as everyone else, you stood up on shaky legs.

“Cas. This is Y/N. Y/N, meet Cas and Crowley.”

You couldn’t move. Teleportation was an actual thing? It wasn’t just sci-fi? Well, if shifters were real, then you supposed teleportation wasn’t too far away.

“What are they?” you asked cautiously. Anxiety started building up at the thought of adding someone else to your already complicated life.

“I am an angel of the Lord,” the trench-coated man answered in a no-nonsense voice.

“And I’m the King of Hell.” The accent surprised you more than the title. Or maybe you were just processing things in the wrong order due to shock. “Lovely to meet you, Y/N. Squirrel has told me very little about you.”

“Sam?” you called with wide eyes.

He hurried over and wrapped an arm around your waist. “Cas is a friend, Y/N. And Crowley…”

“I’m like family,” The stocky King of Hell supplied when Sam faltered for an explanation.

Sam was quick to throw that explanation out. “No, he’s not.”

Part 16 of Avenging Angel

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What’s your beef with Byleth’s design, I think they’re both great.

That’s your opinion that is definitely not the same as mine.

I’m gonna critique the game as less than a whole since I haven’t finished finished it yet but one path. I did give the game some predictions and critiques before it came out. It’s a game something meant to be bought and critique so I don’t wanna hear any bs about “just play the game and enjoy it” Shit because that’s how games get better people whining. So any of you people who get mad at this game getting critique, go do something else.

Fire emblem 3 houses is a game that costs like 60$ I think? I got it as a gift because someone was like “congratulations I know you like that fire emblem weeb shit!” And since I’m back at school I have a switch I can use again. Anyway it’s a 60$ game with cats that you can’t pet.

I had some expectations. One being both avatars weren’t ass ugly. Like they’re ugly ugly they’re just got I hate that I’m one of them. I said both you heard me. So there isn’t “just be the boy character!” What if I wanted to marry some dude character who couldn’t marry dude byleth? You want me to be ugly?! I mean I’m ugly other way.

I’ll start dragging dude byleth. His outfit is okay, complex but Fire emblem is known for complete character designs. (Very detailed) I kinda hate his face and hair. He has emo bangs and mullet hair. And I get that the byleths are stone cold so it makes sense, but I wish he had eyebrows. He doesn’t look like an avatar character. His look kinda looks mix match. The mullet and emo bangs are just a huge turn off. He’s just not appealing. I guess he’s just basic ugly.

As my bf put it “the slutty Halloween costume of male byleth” not slut shaming a fictional character but this outfit definitely has that vibe. You’re a damn teacher in this game and she’s wearing those tights, crop top, short shorts, and who wants to bet that armor is just a kinda like a tube top? I don’t know the function of that collar either. Wouldn’t it be more comfortable for her to wear long sleeves so the armor doesn’t bother her skin? She’s breaking dress code. Don’t get me started on Manuela I like her charcter but damn. No wonder why t was so easy to kill her in the beginning of the game, she has near to none good armor on her vital spots. Here stab my stomach window if you wanna kill me! No? Try to my collar bone area. I can’t believe that got passed for being the female avatar. My roommate made the joke it she was dressed as a role play teacher for the bed room.

Is Byleth suppose to be like “hey kids fight the dress code, break it. I’ll be your example!”

I did use to hate her hair as well, but it grew on me when I learned it was just her an Jeralt so he didn’t have the skills or means to teach Byleth to cut hair right (he’s got a damn braid) and that’s why her hair is all choppy, she’s been using a damn knife all these years. Her hair I can manage looking at but Male Byleth should just start over with the hair.

Yes I’ll agree the whole no pants in Nohr and other character designs also sucked from fire emblem, I just had hope it would be better. I don’t know the exact number of avatars in the series but Robin desgin was the best and I hate pigtails but at least you can change that. The Robins both rocked as avatars, they had personality, choices, customizable looks (yeah it’s not needed just nice) and had big jackets and decent outfits. Fates custom options also kinda sucked I couldn’t make a male Corrine I could stand looking at and female Corrin had more leeway but felt weird with her armor.

I get why Byleth wasn’t the same as those two for customizing but damn did they have to pick those designs? I explained why I didn’t like them and sure I didn’t use big words and it was all based on my opinion but it doesn’t take long to look at that and think wow how is that functional for a woman of that game?

I did like their merge with sothsis less. The bright green made them worse.

Spoiler parts critque

Why do all the blue lions have back story and lore? Sylvain s brother, Ash’s adoptive dad, and Annette’s father are all major plot points. Yeah Merecede’s brother is also important but he’s not revealed in every story on who he is only hinted.

The blue lions trio plus Dimitri also draws me into the lions a lot because they all know each before this school which makes them cool. Mercedes and Annette being friends also makes their route more enjoyable.

The black eagles most of the characters know of each other because of their parents but I thought they’d be more friendly with one another (didn’t really all the supports yet but I though Bernie and Edlegard would be closer since they should be involed with the empire’s politics)

I can’t say much for golden deer just cause I haven’t played it yet but I’m pretty sure Ignatz Raphael and Lorenz have something going on???

I did find Dimitri ugly when the game first was announced and I wa alike damn only gotta focus on two houses and then the five year designs came out and I was like fuck you. Dimitri got hot but Edlegard had an okay desgin. Claude look exactly what I liked. I thought since they’re called the black eagles, Edlegard would wear more black but she’s as bright as a stop light. Her twin buns weren’t my favorite but whatever I still love her.

The crimson flower route (edlegard’s route) was enjoyable. I didn’t know the game kinda ends chapter 17/18 so it was kinda fast but for that route they do set Rhea up to the the villain really well. Edlegard is always ready to talk shit about her and its kinda nice because dead dad also didn’t like Rhea and we couldn’t tell why. I just didn’t like how I didn’t really deal with those who slither in the dark that much. If they wanted to make that a couple chapters longer I wouldn’t oppose that being added, but Rhea was the main villain for that route. rip dad. Yeah we avenged him but I wanted the entire group gone.

I don’t hate Rhea, she’s just a very likeable villain and the woman who plays her has the some range! Here I thought even with Rhea’s past, she was going to be this sweet lady who could see no wrong with Byleth and now she wants to rip me limb to limb. And every time Rhea felt like that and voiced that it shocked me every time which was great.

Haven’t finished other 3 routes won’t say anything there.

Game play/experience

I like how much you can grind without any set backs. Wish you could deal with supports when ever tho but I guess that would be too easy

Graphics are good for me

Wish I could let the animals

Surprised to not see Cain and Abel characters or characters who turn into animals or dragons (playable ones) but tbh didn’t miss it.

Other character designs I thought weren’t my favorite was probably Manuela (love her character) just cause she’s also a teacher. Hilda didn’t stand out to me, but it was nice knowing she wasn’t a copy of Severa which I thought she was. The pre five years the after isn’t my favorite eithe but whatever. The pig tail look and how there was nothing else standing out for her made her desgin boring but she makes up for in personality. Pink hair and eyes what is she the leader of a magical girl show? Dude wise no one really stood out as awful. Ignatz was just not the best looking but I think that’s just his quirk.he goes from bowl cut to mullet. Lorenz look awful before the five years and gets a little better.

Designs I liked for the girls were probably Rhea, (clever with the ears) I liked her complex look really holy like and had surprises. Mercedes was cute, and i liked Ingrid all the way long hair or short. Dorthea having a hat like that was a nice change. I liked how Marianne went from look stressed all the time to some what better. Lythesisa’s veil was cool. For dudes I like Ash’s pre five years more that his after just cause I like his shaggy hair over his little bit longer. After five year Dimitri looks good, Claude always looked good.

So there I gave the game some compliments but they won’t get one from me on their avatar designs.

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