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juiles · 1 month

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Horror Movie Queen

Requested: yes

Summary: a teen reader whos done a bunch of horror movies is filming a scene where she has to scream, freaks everyone out in the cast. Italics is the filmed scene.

Tags: really just fluff except one mention of torture and hitting

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A/N: Its short but its something new. i think im getting back to writing again so thats exciting!!

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Y/n sat staring at the star studded cast in front of her at the reading table. Scarlett Johansson, Robert Downey Jr., Tom Holland, Elizabeth Olsen. It was wild all the people she had spent her whole life looking up to, and here she was, about to film a whole Marvel movie with them.

This was new territory for her too. A whole new genre of movie, different from the horror movies she was known for. The rest of the cast didn’t watch her movies so they didn’t know how she worked.

“Y/n? You okay?” Chris Evans asked waving his hand around in front of her face. “You zoned out there.” He added softly to the teen who flushed slightly and nodded looking down at her hands. “Have you done enough reading now? Are you ready to get into costume and makeup?”

Y/n paused for a moment picking at her fingers before she looked up and nodded. “Yeah. Ill go get ready. I’ll see you guys tomorrow?” She took a quick glance around at everyone who shot her small nods before she disappeared. When she finally came to set, fully ready for her scene, her manager waved her over.

“Okay… lets get this over with guys.” She said, her manager chuckling at the bored look on the teenagers face that was currently covered in bruises and blood, her clothes hanging off of the girls frail body, a gash across her face where a scar usually sat on her characters face.

She was filming her background scene, how her character, Maddison, got where she was, fighting with the Avengers. The torture and pain the character had gone through obvious with the way she was dressed. “Alright you, are you ready to scream?” Thomas asked the girl with a grimace, knowing what he had to pretend to do to the girl. She nodded and stepped on to the set, a cold damp cell that had red splatter all over one wall, showing what she was supposed to have gone through. Thomas stepped forward, the director getting ready for filming, unknown to the teen, the rest of her cast mates stepped in to the studio, hiding in the shadows.

Scarlett elbowed a nervous looking Lizzie who motioned to the makeup on the girls face, the blonde shook her head slightly motioning to be quiet with a finger to her lips. Evans eyes widened as he studied the gash on the girls face. They all knew it was makeup, but as they had grown protective of the young girl, it scared them all. The all focused in on the girl when the director called action.

--Filming scene--

Maddison, a 13 year old girl who had been kidnapped by Baron Strucker at the age of 5, sat huddled against the bloody wall, her whole body shaking as she slowly lifted her head, a giant gash across her face, towards the man standing in front of her. The man merely raised his hand that held a ragged, rusty dagger and slashed down at the girl, her face getting slashed.

The girl let out a blood curdling scream, a scream so loud it even made Strucker take a step back out of shock. The man then turned on his heel and slammed the cell door closed whispering to the girl. “No one will ever want someone as disgusting as you.”

--Scene over--

The director called cut and y/n stood up and with a lack of emotion on her face and grabbed her water bottle. She had barely gotten a sip of it when she was collided with, a pair of arms wrapping around her, gripping her tightly. The teen squeaked as she tried to move the blonde hair to see the horrified look of all her adult castmates standing around her. She patted the back of what she assumed to be Scarlett with a look of confusion running across her face.

“What was that?” Mark asked as he nervously twisted his hands. “How did you bring that up? That was so real…”

“What do you mean?” Y/n asked as Scarlett finally pulled back. “I’m confused?”

“It was very convincing sounding darling.” The actress said, one hand not leaving the teens arm. “Are you okay?”

“Oh. I’m fine?” She responded. “I did- have you guys never seen any of my movies?”

RDJ looked at the girl sheepishly. “Your movies are intense kid… theyre a little scary for most of us.” The teen barked out a laugh shaking her head.

“My whole career I’ve only done horror movies, that scream just is what it is at this point. Nothing behind it, just 5 years of perfecting it.” She said with a small shrug and a small smirk on her face.

“Jesus kid, you gave us a heart attack as a whole.” Hemsworth chuckled as he ruffled the girls hair making the teen roll her eyes with a small smile as she was called back to the set.

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j-h-j-e · 1 year

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🌌 Emer Strange 🌌 daughter of Doctor Stephen Strange and Clea Strange 💜💙🩵 just a young witchling trying to get through life along with her adoptive brother and dog Grim 🐕

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pvnkesttt · 2 months

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meet my ocs!

universe: tlou and marvel/x-men. name: rosaline mcdevilin. age: 25 birthday: june 15th, 1998 born: derry, ireland. partner: kiran hari. powers: banshee and nature manipulation. mutant level: omega-level. - Rosaline McDevilin was born within Derry, Ireland and was later made a foster child at the age of 5. Before her life became a tragedy, Rosaline enjoyed many things while growing up such as watching classic tv shows and cartoons, having a thing for vintage nick knacks and singing along to sweet classic rock music. All of those things still stick with her today, where she'd find herself not only as a journalist in Seattle but becoming a mutant and joining the X-Men! She became a mutant later on in life after an attack struck her body during an investigation she was doing for an article. Her powers include that of being a banshee and having nature manipulation abilities, both of which she's still getting used to.

While she didn't have much time with her parents growing up, she does find herself being given a family within the X-Men as well as a familiar hero known as The Katipō or, as some know her, Athena Kallis. It is Logan (The Wolverine), though, who takes her in and becomes a parental figure for her. Rosaline might not be good with most people but when it comes to the people close to her and the ones she loves, that's when she feels the most comfortable. There's also Kiran Hari, a man who becomes her mentor and later on, her lover as well. The two form a special connection as time passes and it becomes clear how much their love means to each other. -

unvierse: tlou and marvel/x-men. name: kiran hari. age: 38. birthday: march 21, 1986. born: mumbai, india. partner: rosaline mcdevilin. powers: solar absorption and electrokinesis. mutant level: omega-level.- Kiran Hari was born in Mumbai, India and later on moved to New York, the same place in which Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters is located. There, he'd join forces with the X-Men and become a key member of the team, a strong one at that. Kiran's been a member of the team for 15 years now.

When he's not training or defeating a greater evil with the team, Kiran likes to spend his time meditating, relaxing the muscles and keeping the mind at ease, that also includes keeping his powers at ease as well. Speaking of which, those powers include solar absorption and electrokinesis. He also enjoys cooking! He can make a nice, mean meal if you ask nicely. When a new member of the team, Rosaline McDevilin, comes in asking for help on how to deal with her powers, it is Kiran who is there and becomes her mentor. That dynamic later becomes a romantic relationship between them, one that is significant to their lives. It becomes clear that they wouldn't trade each other for the world, they love each other and their love is what makes them happy. -

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iguana-eyanna · 1 year

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The Villain You'd Thought I'd Be

Pairing: Matt Murdock x villain reader

Summary: You thought you'd have enough time with Matt when you two escaped, but happiness comes with consequences

Warning: violence, weapon use, death

a/n: This took so long to write! this will be the last part of this series, so I hope you enjoy!

Matt breathes in and out his nose, lying on a bed. The sun that warmed his face lets him know it's about breakfast time. He hears a soft grunt next to him, moving their hand closer to his naked chest.

He kisses your forehead, making you snuggle closer to him.

"Morning." He whispers.

"What time is it?" You ask, groaning in his chest.

He chuckles a bit, feeling his chest vibrate.

"I think it's almost ten?" He guesses.

You turn around and see your clock on your night stand to make sure.

"9:50 a.m., You must be a wizard." You joked, making Matt hold you closer as he laughed more. You were then both at eye level with each other, taking in each other's presence.

"I'll make us breakfast" he whispers, kissing your temple. You groan a bit, but you feel hungry. Sitting up, you see him get out of the bed as you see his toned body while wearing sweats. You smirk, throwing yourself in his pillow. You suddenly hear a ping from your phone and reach out to see a text on your home screen.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, seeing it was from Wesley.

Fisk is getting impatient.

You straighten yp, trying to think of a response.

Ever since your disappearance last week, you told Wesley that you wanted more time and you'll return with Daredevil yourself. You and Matt haven't talked about it since not wanting to pop the bubble you two have made together.

I'll give you what you want Saturday night.

You see that he read it, but didn't reply. He knows that you're able to deliver, or else your life depended on it.

As you get out of bed and head to your kitchen, you caught a whiff of pancakes and eggs.

"I wanted to serve you in bed." Matt says, as he's still flipping food on the skillet.

"I'd rather be here with you." You said, hugging him from behind.

Soon, you two ate by the dining table and lounged around in your living room. You haven't gone out of your luxurious apartment, fearing that Fisk's spies would catch you in public.

For the past few days, they were either full of passionate nights as you drank white wine in your bedroom or the picket fence life when you two would mindlessly dance around your house listening to your record player.

Each moment was blissful.

Now you were on the couch, kissing every inch on Matt’s face as held you tightly.

“I gotta ask... when you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?" Matt asks.

You hum in thought, biting your lip.

"A music teacher."

"Really?" He asks as you two sat up.

"Yeah, I always loved music at a young age. During college, I had to find an internship in order to graduate. I saw a flyer for a part-time job at a public school. I think they just needed the kids to join a curriculum after school so their homeroom teacher wouldn't burst into flames. I applied and got the job as a music teacher for the rest of the school year playing piano, ukulele, and guitar. Guess those kids made an impact on me 'cause I loved it so much."

"Wow, that's pretty cool." Matt says.

"Yeah, took me back to simpler times. Guess you can say I'm in the wrong profession." You chuckled, hoping he'd join in.

But there was dead silence.

"Don't, don't go back to them." Matt says.

You look down at your lap, as the uneasiness of this topic was hard to avoid now.

"If I stay, they're going to find us. I can't let that happen." You said.

"Then we go to the feds, I know some people who can help." Matt assured you, but you get from the couch.

"You know damn well no one escapes from Fisk."

Matt gets up as well, feeling the anger build.

"Then we'll find another way, together." He says, holding your hand

You look down, your heart breaking. This was the man you've been hunting down, but also the person you've been falling hard for. He's wanting to give everything up, for you.

"I know what we could do, but that means ending him... for good."

Matt feels helpless. He's tried his hardest to do what's right, to not submit to the sins he has already left behind.

But being here with you was his saving grace, as he never felt more alive in his life than with you.

He closes in the gap between you and holds you close, as his features crumble down.

"I would choose forever only if it’s with you."

You hold his face in your hands as you connected foreheads.

"We'll finally get that happy ending, together..."

You two then planned to get Fisk offguard. You'll lull Fisk into a vegetative state with your powers while Matt fights off anyone that stops your way. The only way to start this plan was if he got backup. So when he appeared at the office with you by his side, Foggy and Karen were upset. Matt and you told them of how you got your powers and that you've been working for FIsk all of this time.

"You broke my friend's heart, tortured him under the orders of your boss that's been trying to kill him, took him away for days without us knowing, and you want us to help you?" Foggy asks in a rage.

Karen looks at you, betrayed.

"Taking out Fisk like this isn't right, you know it too, Matt."

Matt held your hand as he speaks up to his friends.

"The last time I went after Fisk, I thought I lost an inch of my life. I am here, asking you to help us and end this fight for good."

You look at them as the guilt began to crawl on your back.

"What I did wasn't right, but I had no choice. Fisk thought he could form me into something sinister, but not anymore. I'm done with fighting, we're done with hiding."

Foggy looks at Matt, worried. When he realizes that you never let go of Matt's hand, he saw that you were worried too.

"Damn it." Foggy mutters as he lightly punched the desk in front of him.

He looks at you two, placing his hands on his hips.

"What do you want us to do?" Foggy asks.

"I'll deliver Matt to Fisk at a new shipping port, we'll sail across the bay and we'll take him out before the ship anchors. You'll wait for us at the destination and drive us out."

Karen crosses her arm, unimpressed.

"Fisk will know if Matt is at full strength. I'd think he'll notice he's not beaten to a pulp." Karen says.

You give Matt a side glance as he tightens his grip on your hand.

"That's when you come in. My powers have no limitations, so I need you to stop me if I hurt Matt by placing him under a spell."

She shoots up from her seat.

"You are not doing that to him!" She says, overprotectively.

Matt takes a step forward.

"It'll be the only way Fisk will know I'm not at full potential. She said it will only last about an hour and I'll return back at full strength. I trust her."

Karen shakes her head and left the office, not speaking to you or Matt. Foggy chases after her.

"Well, that was better than I expected." Matt said.

You huff when you sat down on the desk, staring out at the window.

"They don't want to lose you, I'd react like that too."

Matt joins you on the edge of the desk and lowers his head to the floor.

"We thought this out, right?" He asks.

You scoff and give a dry laugh.

"Only you could make a joke at a time like this." You said, nudging his shoulder.

You look at him, feeling a sort of guilt.

"Did you mean that you said? That you trust me? I mean, I almost killed you."

Matt moves his head to your direction.

"I do. More than you know."

You place the side of your head on his shoulder.

"We really didn't think this through." You said.

"They'll come around. I promised I'd come to them first if I wanted to take down Fisk, they have every part in this fight as we do. Then, we can live the lives we always wanted, together. "

You smile at the thought of a provincial life with Matt, making your heart shed off the ice it was once protected by.

"Together." You said, intertwining your hand in his.

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Wesley and Fisk come out of the car at the meet up. They both look slightly irritated as they await you.

Soon, they see a car drive up and see you dressed in dark attire. Your leather heeled boots echo onto the pavement.

"Where were you?" Fisk asks.

"I thought to have fun with the devil himself, wanted to see what was all of the trouble since your guys can't catch him."

Wesley walks up, his jaw locked.

"Survivors said that you left them to die when you let him escape." He says, joining his hands in front of him.

Your gaze darkens, but you scoff.

"You really going to trust them? They were sloppy: made his restraints lose so he fought his way out. It was their fault, so they had to pay the price."

Fisk didn't reply when Wesley turned to him, trying to see your game.

"Where is he?" Fisks asks.

You turn around and walk towards the trunk of your car. Fisk motions to Wesley for him to follow you. When you open your trunk, It reveals a body bag, but Wesley isn't impressed.

"Open it." He demands.

You show no emotion and unzip it, revealing the masked Daredevil.

"Used my powers, he's pretty useless if you want anything out of him." You said.

Wesley turns to Fisk and nods his head.

"Zip him up and we'll have someone take him in. We need to talk, privately."

"Fine." You said. You left the car as you followed Fisk and Wesley to a private room on the ship. The room was small, but very elegant for Fisk's comfort. Windows surrounded the area as you see the front deck and the night sky. Once you settle, Fisk pours you and him a drink.

"I have to admit, you surprised me." Fisk said, cooly.

"You know I always deliver." You said.

"That is true. Some had doubts." Fisk said, giving a side eye to Wesley.

You cross your legs, giving an innocence look. Wesley never liked you before.

"Oh really?" You ask, taunting him.

He doesn't display much emotion, but you know he's biting his tongue.

Fisk gets out of his chair and walks around the room.

"Don't place the blame on him, some doubt came from me as well. I know how rebellious you can be, including your... love affairs."

The hairs on your neck started to stick like pins. You remember getting your powers for the first time. You felt invincible, wanting to lure men you attracted and left them for dead. Wesley had to clean up the mess like he always does for you. Fisk told you that caving into your powers is a dangerous thing, especially when they're driven by desire.

"I'm not like that anymore, you know that."

He gives a dry chuckle as he puts down his cup.

"Yes I do. You changed a lot. But I need to know where your loyalties lie."

A light brightens outside. You get up from your chair and peer down, almost gasping.

Dozens of bodyguards surrounded an unconscious Daredevil that was chained to the ground. He was forced on his knees, his head lulling side to side.

"I'm surprised you didn't unmask him." Fisks asks.

"I didn't see the fun in it." You said in a small voice, your eyes still locked on him.

Fisk comes closer to you, coldly smiling.

"I want you to do the honors." He says.

You swear you felt your heart dropped in your stomach as you look up, almost horrified.

You didn't have time to respond as Fisk gave you a box.

"A gift from me. What better way to use it then on the devil of Hell's Kitchen?"

You forced yourself to fake a smile.

"It'll be an honor."

Once you walked away to the staircase, you try your hardest not to waiver. Everything was set in slow motion. You arrive on the deck, as all eyes were on you. You uncover the box's lid and see a gun sitting on the cushion like a diamond necklace.

Typical of Fisk, dramatizing everything he did

Your eyes centered on Matt who still looked unconscious. Your cold hands lifted the gun from inside and you lifted it up in the air, slowly raising your arm and facing it to the one you loved.

"Hey." a whisper called out to you.

You look down and see Matt lifting his head, grinning in a small manner.

"Still have faith in us?" he asks.

You couldn't help but smile in relief.

"Still do, keep your head low."

You twirled around to the guards and let out a scream. Everyone is forced on their knees, trying to cover their ears but it was no use. They were powerless under your voice.

You know their will be more guards coming your way and helped Matt out of his bonds.

"We really need to stop meeting like this." he joked.

You chuckle, as you try hard to not kiss him when he throws quips like that. You help him to his feet and hear more coming.

"How many do you think are on the boat?" He asks.

"Maybe 30 tops." You said.

"I handled more." He said, ready to throw his punhces.

"Apparently, you don't know me well enough." You said. The first guard that came charging at you both, you dodged down and swooped him from under his legs, knocking him out as you strike him with your knee.

Matt was impressed, but shortly stopped as he punched another guard.

You two were almost invincible, fighting side by side. You turn around, thinking it may be over, but Fisk looms over you with fury in his eyes.

You were about to open your mouth, but Fisk grabbed you by the throat and lifted you in the air.

Matt turns around as he hears you struggle and ran towards you, but Wesley stepped in his way, pointing a gun at him.

"Not your turn yet." Wesley said in a monotone voice.

All you could do was try to wriggle out of Fisk's grip but it got harder to focus.

"I gave you your gift, I gave you a career, and this is what you give back to me? Betrayal?" Fisks screams.

All you could do is smile wickedly at him with hysteria.

"Guess I'm not the villain you'd thought I'd be."

You found a pocket knife in your pocket and took it out, slicing Fisk's arm. He lets go of you, screaming in pain. You landed on the floor, already feeling the bruising around your neck. When you look up, you see Matt trying to get to you. Little did he know, Wesley was pointing his gun at him.

"No." you whispered. With your last strength, you got up and drew in a breath, releasing one final song.

Fisk falls on his knees, trying to shut out your voice as well as Wesley. But the gun went off, and you only had enough time to hold onto Matt as you pushed yourself and Matt overboard.

You felt the impact of the water as your body hit it, and swim upwards. You gasp for air, trying to look for Matt. You see him struggle a few feet away from you, so you scream out for him so he could hear your voice.

He holds onto you tightly as you grabbed him firmly.

"Don't- let go" You stammered as you helped him steady himself in the water.

Fisk and Wesley get up and look over the ship, as they lost you and Daredevil in the darkness of the night.

"What now?" Wesely asks.

"Right now, we'll assume they're dead. There's bigger fish to fry." Wilson said as the two make their way back inside.

As morning rose, Foggy and Karen were sitting in a rental.

"They should have came hours ago." Foggy says.

Karen looks down at her phone, trying to see if any of you texted or call.

"Still no reply."

Foggy shakes his head and unbuckles his seat belt, getting out of the car.

"I need to get out, I can't stand not doing anything."

They were parked by the opposite dock of where you promised to meet them, and Foggy decided to walk down the rocky path that connected the water. He looks casually over the water, thinking he sees an abnormal rock that the water pushed forward. But somehow, it looked more round and red, with two pointy ears sticking out.

"Karen!" Foggy yelled out, as he started running towards the helmet. Soon, he sees his friends' bodies as they washed up on shore. Matt still clung out to you as both of you appeared unconscious.

Foggy tears Matt off of you and performs CPR.

"C'mon man." Foggy whispers, as he keeps pushing down.

Karen runs over and sees what's happening and begins to pale. She resumed running as she tries to perform CPR on you.

Soon, Matt coughs out water and tries to breathe.

"Matt buddy, we're here," Foggy says, trying to calm him down.

"Where- Where is she?" Matt asks as he was still coughing. Foggy was about to point out that Karen was trying to resuscitate you, but his face fell. Karen could only look down at you with blood on her hands, seeing the bullet wound in your side.

Matt could smell the blood, that was all he was smelling.

"No, no no no no." He murmured, trying to crawl to you. Foggy tried to help but pushed him aside.

Matt held your cold body in his arms, as he tried to heart beat or hear you say something, anything to him

"Come back to me." Matt begged, rocking you in his arms.

He screamed out in pain as his two friends stood behind him, looking at their friend who lost everything.

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Matt walked along the sidewalk, smiling to himself.

He finally came to his destination at a busy entrance to a catholic school. Matt took out his visitor's pass and walked along the hallways.

"Hi Mr. Murdock, we've just prepared the room for you." Shelly, the middle aged receptionist said as she took his arm.

"Thanks for having me come, Shell." Matt said.

"Of course, the kids love you. Especially since you're dating their music teacher." She said, opening the door.

"-now everyone! I'd like you to welcome Mr. Matt Murdock from Nelson, Murdock, and Page: Attorneys at Law!" A voice said out loud to busy kids.

They all cheered as Matt enters to the front of the room, folding his walking stick.

"It's great to be here! I work at a law firm that I and my friends made together..."

He talked about his job and had a few questions from the kids. But the last one that made him slightly turn was when he was going to marry their teacher.

The dismissal bell finally rang and all the kids left, saying goodbye to their guest speaker and teacher. A pair of heels goes up to Matt, smirking at him.

"I hope I didn't bore them." Matt said.

"You didn't, they loved you." You said, smiling.

You survived the incident from the boat two years ago. You didn't know if it was your powers or if the bullet go through all the way: you were still alive. Matt could hear a faint heartbeat and told his friends to drive you to the nearest hospital.

You woke up a few days later, seeing Matt by your side. Since then, you two became closer and you found a great place to restart your life, working as a music teacher at a catholic middle school.

"Shall we head out?" Matt asks.

You hum in agreement as you and Matt planned to get something by the cafe next door and have a small picnic.

"Yep, I'm starving. Anything else planned?" You ask jokingly.

Matt chuckles as he had a ring in his pocket as he wanted to propose to you.

"Eh, Got a trick up my sleeve. Nothing too special."

You roll your eyes as you hold Matt's hand as you walk out of your classroom.

"Be careful, Mr. Murdock... I'll torture it right out of you. I always have a lasting effect on you."

Matt grins before kissing you as you made it outside.

"That you do, my siren... that you do"

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x vigilante!reader #dare devil #dare devil x reader #matt murdock #marvel #oc marvel

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ashecampos · 4 months

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WEB HEAD SEVEN

(TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU STRUGGLE WITH SELF HARM, PTSD, DRUG MISUSE, FLASHBACKS⚠️you have been warned)

Sweat and blood stains my suit as the rugged man drags the knife across my skin again. All I can think of in this moment is my family, tessa, Emily and Kate. Thankfully Tessa is with me in the room. Yet unthankfully she isn’t responsive at all. Through all of my screams and pleading all I can see is the man’s face. Black slicked hair with a taper fade, a few strands falling onto his cold face. Thick eyebrows, one with a scar running through it much like my own. His piercing black eyes, his defined cheek bones and large nose. His small lips and his tidy beard. The tattoo that runs up his neck and the uniform that reads HYDRA. He swings the hammer to my face as I scream once again. Darkness.

My body shoots up. Sweat covering my body, a cold feeling lingering as I take in my surroundings, assessing the potential dangers. With heavy sharp breaths my eyes dart around the room, a mixture of dark purples and blacks decorate the walls.

A warm hand reaches for my shoulder as a light is flicked on. I prepare myself for another slash to the face but it doesn’t come.

The person instead positions themself in front of my face. One of their hands fall onto my waist as the other reaches up to caress my cheek. I wince in pain as their finger traces the newly stitched cut on my jawline. A lavender scent fills my senses and it hits me. It’s just Kate. Looking up at her she gives me a lopsided smile. Concern evident on her face.

She speaks but I cannot hear what she says, her lips move but I cannot listen. I’m zoned out completely.

I try to concentrate on her face. The raven haired girl, comforting blue eyes, full lips, a cute nose and shaped eyebrows. Her hair is down and wavy. She is wearing my purple sweater. One of her favourites of mine.

Once again she speaks but this time I listen “Milo, I swear to god if your high again I will murder you in your sleep with a pillow. I mean I’m not saying you’re not allowed to get high of course, but you are completely out of it right now. It’s getting bad, Nat and Wanda are staring to ques…” she pauses suddenly as my arms wrap around her waist and my head falls into her shoulder. I let out a small sigh which is a mixture of relief and pain. I can’t let her know that I’m having nightmares, I need to ‘be a man’. I need to ‘man up’ as Tessa’s father would tell me when Tessa and me where playing with one of his guns and she accidentally shot my in the arm.

I take deep breaths, breathing in as much of Kate’s lavender scent as I can to calm me. She strokes her fingers through my hair, slowly to not trigger anything but fast enough for me to count how many times she’s done it without getting distracted by something.

“time?” I mumble not knowing if Kate even heard or understood what I was asking. Without missing a beat she turns her head and replies “it’s 6am Milo, remember you have to go meet your brother at eight, then you have training with Natasha at ten.” She starts to list off things in my new/forced to do by the avengers daily routine.

I grab a pair of black chucks, I make quick work of lacing them up and webbing one of Kate’s many bracelets onto my wrist for safe keeping. She had left for training with Clint half an hour ago now. I check the clock on my phone and it is half seven. Fuck. I stumble out of the room putting my phone in my pocket and walking straight into someone.

Just as their body moves to hit the floor I web their waist and pull them up to their feet. “Fuck shit I’m so so sorry I wasn’t looking at what I was doing I’m sorry” I say flustered and rushed, I look up toward the victim of my clumsiness and it’s none other than Wanda. A sigh of relief escapes my lungs, Wanda lets out a laugh at my actions before shaking her head and telling me to run along.

Luckily my brother Brogan had a first class pass into Tony Starks school for the future geniuses of the world. Is my little brother a genius, absolutely not, however his big brother is and got him a scholarship to the school, he is safely accommodated in a private mansion built specifically for the students who attend the facility, meaning he is no longer than a five minute stroll away.

Walking across the hallways of the building I hear gasps and chattering, students gawking at me like I’m iron man or something better. The next thing I know a weight is rested on my shoulders, looking down I see legs dangling from my shoulders, a pair of black and white high top Jordan’s on those legs. I don’t even need to look up to know that brogan has safely planted himself on my shoulders. A low laugh escapes his throat as he jumps off of me. We walk around campus for a few hours, I help him improve on a new mode of weaponry for hero’s he’s been working on. Before I leave I give him a long needed hug which weirdly he reciprocates, wrapping his arms around my nearly healed shoulder blade.

Now for the worst part of this travel. The walk home, yes I know I can just web my way back to the compound but why do so when walking is so much more fun.

Reaching into my pockets I search for my favourite thing. Eventually finding it, my weed pen. I know Kate said I have training in like 20 minutes but just a few little drags won’t hurt. It helps with everything, the pain, the anxiety, the flashbacks. Everything.

A tall brown haired man walks into me, brushing past my shoulder, he has a beard, slicked back hair and is wearing black work out gear. I don’t take another breath before taking off, my legs taking me as fast as I can. Before I know it I’m back at the compound. Running up the stairs and collapsing into my room I don’t even turn back to greet Tony or cap who both say their hellos to me.

Once in my room I see Tessa. Thank god it wasn’t Kate. “Milo” Tessa screams while looking up from her phone as she throws something at me, before my mind can comprehend what she threw I catch the it, looking down at a pillow. I look up giving her the ‘seriously’ face before we both burst out laughing. “Your tingle is getting better” she says between laughs. Groaning I throw the pillow at her, not looking at where I aimed, the pillow goes flying into her face, earning another laugh from the both of us. “you wanna come train with Natasha?” I ask knowing either way I’m going to make her take self defence classes now that hydra knows she is associated with me.

My brain fuzzy and my vision fuzzier, Nat lands another punch to me. Sparring was never my strong suit in the first place. “Seriously Milo you have to try” she shouts as she goes for another punch, I swerve my body so she barley misses my ribs, then i sweep her off of her feet before walking over to my water bottle. Tessa sits there observing me and fangirling over Nat.

I pour some water into my hands then rub my face with the ice cold liquid. A hand grips my shoulder and spins me around. It’s Nat, I can sense it is but why is she attacking me? I’m out of the ring. She pushes me back to the ring.

We go a few more rounds before she stops randomly midway through a segment. “Milo” she says using her intimidating voice. “Look at me milo” she demands. Fuck. I keep my head down, avoiding eye contact with the older widow. She takes a few steps towards me and grips my chin moving my face so I have no choice but to look her in the eyes. “for fuck sake milo” she mutters before letting my chin go and stepping out of the ring, grabbing her phone and typing something. “Sit down right now” she orders, I follow her order like an obedient puppy. I stare at the clock on the wall trying to act normal. Nat and Tessa converse for a few minutes before someone else storms into the gym. Probably the hulk. A hand grabs my arm and guides me out of the gym, leaving Tessa and Nat to talk or train. looking around I see who the culprit is, Wanda looks at me, sadness in her eyes. Panic engulfs my brain as I think the worst. She takes me into her own room and sits us both down.

“When I was younger, around your age actually, me and my brother joined this family, fresh out of HYDRA’s torment. My brother struggled with his new found powers and the new environment” she says in one breath, confused I nod allowing her to carry on, she takes a deep breath before starting again. “He started associating with the wrong people. Started taking substances, he was suicidal. He died on a mission while he was high, tried to grab Thor’s hammer while it was flying through the air” she finished before holding my hand. “I’m so sorry Wanda” I say genuinely, she shakes her head. “Milo me and Natasha have noticed you’re acting weird, coming home later than curfew and Kate has informed me that you have been struggling with sleep” she looks me dead in the eyes. Shit. “Wanda I’m fine, nothings weird about my behaviour. Even ask Tessa” I say praying she won’t ask Tessa. I’ve just got this avenger job and I can’t loose it now, I need to protect everyone.

Wanda stays silent and nods letting me off with a warning, I leave her room and head back to my own, not risking going to Kate’s as Nat has probably already told everyone now.

(TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU STRUGGLE WITH SELF HARM)

I run straight to my bathroom, my back hitting the cold tiles of the wall, I slowly slide down it and press my knees up to my chest, trying to take deep breaths. Without thinking or even hesitating my right hand shoots a web onto a set of draws attached to a vanity, I open the drawer and pull out a small metal box with my ‘shaving’ tools in it. I make quick work of grabbing my chosen weapon. A small razor blade, the silver glistens against the harsh light coming through the windows from the suns rays. I pull my hoodies sleeves up to my biceps and look at where to start. Angry red lines mock me as I stare at them. Ignoring the pain I slowly and harshly drag the blade across my wrist making a multitude of lines ranging from my wrist to my inner elbow. Then the same on my other arm. It’s only when my vision starts to become blurry that I realise how much shit I’m in. My eyes start to close and darkness.

A knock on my bedroom door startles me awake, with spotty vision I manage to make out that I am on the bathroom floor, not sure why though. I hear the bedroom door click open then a few seconds later I hear it click closed. That was a close call. “Hey Milo I noticed you haven’t been out of your room in hours I decided to bring you some food” I hear a woman’s voice, a hint of sokovian dripping off of the American accent. Footsteps come closer to the bathroom door and then another knock. “Milo? I can see you have to light on in there, please let me know your okay” she says quietly. Another few seconds passes and for some reason I can’t bring myself to answer. Maybe it’s because I know if I speak my shakey voice will give it away or maybe I’m frozen in fear and confusion. “Milo I’ll give you three seconds to either come out or say something or I’m coming in” she says a little louder. “One” fuck she must be bluffing she wouldn’t actually come in, right? “Two” say something Milo or she is going to find out, I grab a towel and press it to my arm, grabbing another and doing the same to the other arm. The once white towels turning red. “Three” she twists the door knob and starts to open the door, fuck she wasn’t bluffing.

Once the door is fully open she scans the room before lowering her eyes to meet my own. Not even a second passes before she is running over and knelt down beside me gripping the towels to my arms. “Fuck fuck fuck what the fuck Milo” she whispers while caressing my cheek with one hand “bandages, where do you keep them” she mumbles while standing up and opening all of my drawers. Without needing an answer from me she finds a first aid box, one that every room has, kneeling back down and opening the box she starts placing things on the floor, alcohol wipes, bandages, and scissors. She opens the wipes and takes the towel off of my left arm, looking me in the eyes, her own turning a hint of red, she’s using her powers. She quickly disinfects my wounds and wraps both of my arms before letting me out of her mind control.

She does as she intended and escorted me to Kate’s room, first making sure I pulled the sleeves of my hoodie down and had eaten some food so I didn’t end up loosing consciousness on the way to the room next door to my own. Kate is none the wiser to what had happened. Me and her cuddle until we both end up asleep.

Kate wakes me up with breakfast in bed while informing me that tonight we are attending a stark party. I eat a little bit of the breakfast before giving her the majority of it, I then make my way to hang out with Tessa, kissing Kate on the cheek before I leave of course.

Me and Tessa stay in her room most of the day gossiping about our time and what we have seen in the compound, she scolds me for showing up to a training session high before realising we need outfits for the party tonight. We always match for these things, this will not be an exception.

After searching for what seems like forever, Natasha agreed to let Tessa borrow one of her dresses and Tony handed me one of his vintage suits a simple yet elegant black suit with a black dress shirt, I pair these with my favourite pair of doc martens, then to complete the outfit I tie my hair up into a slick man bun, combing down any loose hairs. I get pushed into the bathroom by Kate and Tessa to put it on while they put theirs on. I stumble out of the bathroom before straightening my posture and looking at the two most beautiful girls in the multiverse.

Tessa is in a floor length satin gown, a modest yet revealing slit runs down the front of the dress revealing a glimpse of her legs. Her hair and makeup is done, not too much but the perfect amount.

Alike to Tessa, Kate picked out a Lilac coloured satin dress with a lavender glitter on the top of the sweetheart neckline. Kate’s hair is half up, half down, she has mascara and a winged liner on. Both of their dresses are paired with heels making them a little taller than me.

While walking into the party me and Kate loose Tessa on the way in while we greet people, Tessa probably just went to the bathroom to freshen up Kate reassures me.

Looking into my eyes as a slow dance song plays, she wraps her arms around my neck, mine take their respective place on her waist, she smiles. A gentle, genuine smile. You don’t see many of those these days. I smile back a goofy one, earning a chuckle and a slap on the shoulder from her.

As if on que a loud bang is heard throughout the party hall. I wasn’t planning on this type of workout tonight but I guess it’ll have to be done. All of the avengers look between one another and sigh, running to the noise. A few of us are commanded to stay behind and keep the guests safe and entertained. Those people being me, Kate, yelena, Clint and some woman named Jennifer, she has some relation to Bruce but I haven’t really met the whole extended team yet. What better time than in the present though I guess.

#reader insert #x y/n #avengers #the avengers #spiderman #trans spiderman #webhead #spider man #spider person #tess and y/n #spiderverse oc #my ocs #oc x canon #oc marvel #oc

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arietisart · 7 months

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For October I decided to participate in Oc-Tober, specifically this one: Original Link

Day 1: Favorite Oc.

Although I can't draw Gussie (August) anymore, he's still my favorite. Cute baby oc from Marvel who has Poison Ivy (?) type power.

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Alexandra Harris (TVD/TO) Louve : Elizabeth Olsen

Klaus Mikaelson : Joseph Morgan (TO)

Wanda Maximoff (Marvel)

??? : Joseph Morgan (Marvel)

#Elizabeth Olsen #elizabeth olsen crackship #Joseph Morgan #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson x oc #wanda maximoff #wanda fanfic #wanda x oc #the originals #oc marvel #fanfiction #Fanfiction marvel #Fanfiction the originals #Multivers Marvel #wolf #hybride #witch #scarletwitch

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m0therfuck3rofunderw0rld · 1 year

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Halloween Night: The Scape - Werewolf by night

Summary: Halloween, Samhain, All Hallows' Night, call it what you will, but this day is more than just a holiday, many humans could easily not believe the ancient legends and tales about this date, but supernatural beings know very, very well. as it is the real Halloween, let's see a little more about this dear holiday…who knows what it could bring this time.

Word Count: 1.745

Pairing: Jack Russell x Fem!OC(Hayley García)

Warnings: Child abuse(mentioned), Gore(maybe?..), Private prison, Violence

Faceclaims: Phoebe Tonken as Hayley García Márquez, Robert Sheehan as Adult Eros García Márquez, Diana Silvers as Young Hayley García Márquez, Spencer Mcpherson as Young Eros García Márquez, Cillian Murphy as Sebastian and Eiza González as Javiera García Márquez

A/N: I watched the Halloween special, and I have to say.....Jack Russell is so cute and adorable, when he smiles it's incredibly cute, but he's also so---...I don't even have words to say, just WOW...And I also want to apologize because I promised a one-shot but I decided to split it into chapters, the first one will be introducing Hayley, Eros and Sebastian.

Trapped in her cell, Hayley sat against one of the gray, cracked walls of the place she had lived in since a very young age, a little lost in her mind that day, wondering when the last experiment of the vile vampire who had taken her from her "mother" when she was so young had happened, not knowing why she still called the woman a mother since she would never want the child since it was still in her womb, perhaps..perhaps it was the lack of a mother figure to protect her from her alleged kidnapper, unfortunately she did not know that the woman who had given her life actually gave her to the evil vampire.

When she got up from the floor, she walked to a small cardboard box where she kept a "thing" that she had managed to steal from the vampire without he having noticed, since at the time she stole it, he was very worried about just continuing with his enhancement experiments on Hayley. Her eyes became a golden hot as fire but at the same time they looked so...apathetic, as if she didn't feel as encouraged as had before, after all, she had left that place so few times and most of them had only been to be once again a guinea pig for experiments. She frowned in disgust as looked at the "thing" trying to understand exactly what it was, let out a sigh after a few minutes not knowing how she could use it to escape and gain her long-dreamed freedom.

As much as Hayley was still afraid of the Vampire, her need to run away was greater than any fear, and that was what she counted on most now, since she planned for some time to kill him. For a full stop in all her suffering of years.

As much as that was a dark thought-even though the man was the cause of her pain and the pain of her brothers, well, brother...but that's a matter she should think about another time, since now she should keep focused on how to escape from that place full of suffering, escape with her younger brother, Eros.

In the other cell next to Hayley's was Eros, the girl's younger brother, the poor thing was lying in a dark corner in the fetal position while his pale body had slight tremors due to the cold air that entered through the cracks in the walls, sometimes he wondered if he would survive everything that happened every two weeks, his body seemed to get weaker and paler every day, there were times when he considered "trying" to face the vampire he still called "father", he knew...he always knew since he was little that as much as the older man treated them as mere experiments, he was still the father of Eros and Hayley, at least that was what the boy thought.

— I wonder if Hayley's okay..? Eros closed his greenish eyes for a few minutes while frowning slightly, let out a long tired sigh but decided that he couldn't lie there forever, even though he was still only 14 years old, he didn't want to look weak when he saw his older sister and even when his father saw him. He opened his eyes slowly as he lifted his torso so that it was now sitting on the cold floor, extended his legs to slightly lengthen them, and raised his left hand to bring it up to his short curly hair.

- I'll make you two proud...especially you ... Hayley.

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A few days had already passed since the young 19-year-old girl had finalized her "grand plan" to assassinate the vampire who "took care" of her and her brother, at that moment she was with a little more control over her werewolf side, after all, she had been preparing and training for that plan for many, many years since she was 9 years old, even at a tender age, she already knew that she wanted to destroy the man who imprisoned them. She fixed her gaze on her right hand focusing on being able to change her normal nails to the claws of her werewolf form, but not everything is that easy, and she ended up that she had not obtained even a small result, she frowned angrily while unknowingly, her eyes changed to a golden color because of wolf instincts only manifest when she is with strong emotions, such as hatred, for example, Hayley closed her two hands in firm fists while lowering her head, she was shaking but it was not because of the cold but because of the angry. Great anger that she was feeling at that moment, in a fluid and fast movement she raised her left fist to immediately take it to the wall closest to her, the punch she had given to the wall had been so strong that it had left cracks much larger than those that had already been in the place, it had even shaken that whole place...without a doubt, Sebastian, her dear father but not so dear had noticed what had happened.

In a quick movement, Hayley turned in the direction of where the iron door leading to her cell was, fear ran through her veins completely cold, she was afraid, very afraid, but, she did not know what to do, he would probably punish her for having done that and surely she would not return to her cell so soon if that happened. Her eyes continued in that golden hue even without knowing it, his senses were sharper, she could feel from the smallest to the strongest smells that were in that place.

Suddenly, it's like the world is in slow motion, a strong odor seeped into Hayley's nostrils, it felt like a slight mixture of the musk of sweat along with the Woody touch of an aftershave, and the smell seeped into her brain like a drug, she could feel exactly where she saw it and whose smell it was. More elongated and pointed canines were beginning to appear in the girl's mouth inaccurately and even hurt a little, her normal short nails were now claws as sharp and pointed as a well – honed knife for a precise cut-that...was no longer Hayley, well, technically it was, but in its most primitive and animalistic state, her wolf side finally come out to play, and Sebastian would not like to play with it...not this time.

Sebastian carefully placed his feet on the steps of the old wooden staircase that led to the basement of his mansion, where he kept Eros and Hayley imprisoned in their cells, was loading a shotgun with bullets made specifically to kill a hybrid of vampire and werewolf, bullets that he had created himself a few weeks ago, in case experiment 212, also known as Hayley García Márquez, got out of control...like that day. He heard and felt the powerful punch that the girl had given somewhere, a punch that had shaken the mansion, or at least part of it, he thought to himself if it was really worth risking his life at that moment, after all, his beast was out of control, and an uncontrolled and afraid beast...it was something very, very dangerous.

He frowned angrily and was soon seized by an impulse to just destroy the hybrid girl, after completely descending the old and dusty wooden staircase, Sebastian walked in long strides to the iron door of Hayley's cell, raised his right leg to give a strong kick at the door so that it came out of the JAMB and flew into the cell on account of the Vampire's strength, cautiously he entered the cell looking for the young woman.

Unfortunately for Sebastian, in Hayley's cell there was a place that was totally dark because it was there where he put the meals that the girl made during the day, although it was a little tighter and lower than usual, for that young wolf it was even very easy to hide in that small place and watch the vampire like a hungry predator, you could clearly see that the man knew he was being watched but had no idea where exactly he was being watched. The hybrid was kneeling on the ground while his hands were also in the same position, watched in silence waiting for the right moment to attack his prey, but, the Vampire was not silly and soon noticed the low tone of the girl's breathing, turned in the direction of Hayley, putting her in the sights of his rifle and in a few seconds later he fired the gun at her. The hybrid narrowly escaped taking a shot in her right shoulder, and when she noticed that Sebastian wanted to kill her she released a high and serious face, left her observation point of prey to go towards the man at a speed far above human, perhaps, her vampire side also wanted to make a small appearance, not that we could know, only that when he saw Hayley run up to him the man reloaded the gun with the intention not to miss the next shot but it was too late for him because the girl had put a good part of her strength in her legs to give the impulse for a jump in such a way that she fell on top of him, with her left hand she took the shotgun out of the man's hand, throwing it away.

Hayley opened her mouth over Sebastian's head as if to take a big bite out of him, a bite so strong it could shatter the Vampire's skull, a trickle of saliva trickled through the hybrid's teeth to the man's face as he writhed from the girl's strong grip, but she was stronger than him since he had created her for that exact reason, to subdue the Vampire and werewolf races, to make the two races completely his slaves.

— Grrr...you thought...you could control me for how much longer? Hayley is not afraid of you...she just didn't want you to touch her brother anymore...and now, you will never touch either of them again... — So said the werewolf half of the 19-year-old girl before squeezing her hands even more on Sebastian's wrists, and soon she quickly lowered her head and bit the Vampire's face with all her strength, he man's blood flew to the gray floor as Hayley sank her fangs into his face, several splatters of blood splattering around them and onto the hybrid's face. She kept biting into the vampire's skull until she heard the sound of the bone breaking into several pieces, then she pulled a chunk out of Sebastian's face and then spat it from her lips in disgust...

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shadedownyt · 7 months

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Marvel 5: SpiderTiger

Artist: www.pixilart.com/snow101

#Marvel #marveloc #Marvel Oc #Oc Marvel #Spidersona #spiderwoman #spider woman #spider girl #Spider-Man #spider man oc #Oc #Original Character

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lo-andbehold · 7 months

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A callout post (it’s me I’m calling myself out)

#writing #oc #original character #Merlin #the Magnus archives #the penumbra podcast #(we don’t even have visuals for those two you Motherfuckers just decided (you’re right))#critical role #there are so many others I can’t think of them #marvel #dc comics

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so-far-frogs-and-oscar · 2 years

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Yeah, I'm fine

*Types "<character name> x reader" into tumblr search bar*

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dungeonpuppykai · 1 month

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Hey sweetheart 😘 I really hope requests are opened and you don't mind me sending in a request 🤗

I thought of something where you and Bucky are close friends with huge feelings for each other but you're both too stubborn to admit. So one time you're having movie night at the compound and you take your spot besides Bucky, enjoying the closeness. As some intimate scene appears, you feel Bucky all tense up and excusing him, so you later find him in his room wondering what's wrong, and finally he admits that he got nasty thoughts about you doing all that to him so he had to leave. You think about his words and before he can back out, you push him on the bed, straddling him, riding him, giving you both the pleasure you held back for too long. Afterwards he's a huge cuddle bear and asks you to be his girl ? 🤗 Hope that's okay with you 🫶🏼

Hello! And yes, requests are open and you certainly can send them in! Yours is definitely okay with me and maybe a bit too okay because it made me stray from my usual hc form 😵‍💫 I really, really hope you like it. Thank you for requesting! Happy reading 🩷

| Clueless |

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky Barnes | Avenger!Reader.

Warning(s): Kissing, unprotected p-in-v sex, cowgirl, nipple play, thumb sucking, Bucky's vibranium arm because I am a mental slut, Bucky mildly being the old man that he is, size kink, dirty talk, creampie, fluff. Minors do not interact.

"Bucky?" You call after softly knocking on his door before opening it. Your eyebrows furrow when you don't get a response and so you peek inside to scan the room.

You're about to turn on your heels and go look someplace else when you notice him on the balcony, back turned to you as he leans on the railing, a bottle in hand.

"Hey," he doesn't turn his head to look at you when you approach him. The super soldier probably already heard you when you were down the hall. "What happened? You didn't come back." You lean one arm against the balcony confine on the spot besides him, leaning your head to the side and watching him as he takes another swig.

Bucky takes his time swallowing, his heavy Adam's apple bobbing as he keeps his eyes trained on the grounds of the compound. His broad shoulders shrug only when he has gathered his thoughts a bit, legs shifting before he answers. "Just because." Your features scrunch in confusion.

What?

"Just because… what?" You voice your confusion and he sighs at your cluelessness. When he just shakes his head to himself you roll your eyes with a huff. "What, talk to me! What even happened?" The way he turns to his other side and his vibranium arm barricades you away from him pisses you off as you stomp to the other side.

Bucky has confusing moments like this sometimes that he eventually gets over but never provides you any explanation for them.

"Bucky, I can only know if you tell me…" You try though you know it'll be in vain, as usual. "What the hell happened? We were watching a movie and then you said you'd be a second and then half an hour later I realize you're not back and then I find you sipping beer in your room all by yourself like we weren't having movie night!"

The male sighs and shakes his head again before lowering it and turning once more. "Just so clueless…" When you go to speak again, he spins a 180° and walks back into his room. "But what else can I expect from this generation?" That makes you scoff as you tail him like a vulture, hot on his heels.

"What the hell does that even mean–"

"Language!"

"Oh, my God!" You throw your hands up in frustration. "What has gotten into you lately?! You're becoming more and more like Steve by the passing day!" The mention of the male shifts something in his expression and he half turns his head to look at you with an unreadable expression on his face. "And that means annoying!" The addition seems to ease the tension in his huge shoulders.

Just a bit.

Something has been going on with him and he refuses to share it with you even though you are the closest with each other out of the entire team.

"You seriously don't know what was wrong? Are you really so clueless?" You rake your memories to recall what he is on about since the movie was quite innocent in that sense except…

Oh.

You roll your eyes as you cross your arms over your chest. "Well, I am sorry not all of us are conservatives from the '40s, gramps" now it is Bucky's turn to scoff.

"Oh, really?" When you hum and nod with just as much agitation his frustration gets the best of him. "You know what a conservative from the '40s would really do?"

"Yeah, no. Do enlighten me please!" You know he doesn't appreciate it when you get too sassy with him but what is he going to do about it?

You are a girl with a mind of your own and no one is going to tell you or give you any shit.

"He would ask the potential lady love out on a nice dinner instead of hanging out with her right in the beginning!" Your eyebrows furrow as he sarcastically emphasizes the words. "I mean, what even is that supposed to be?! It doesn't make any sense!" Bucky clicks his tongue in disdain as one of his hands move in the air to help express his frustration. "There is an order, a code, a way to do these things! Fancy is not supposed to be treated so casually! You kids have ruined the sanctity of the whole idea!"

"What even are you on about, Bucky?!" You go on cluelessly. "This is absurd! So what, friends can't watch movies together now?! I am sorry that things are less complicated now?!"

"They're not less complicated!" He is beyond annoyed and you can tell. "Not by a long shot! If anything, it's worse! Because now I have to deal with watching a provocative scene while the girl I like is cuddling into me but I can't do anything because we are just friends having a casual hangout and I can't do anything about my hard cock that wants nothing more than to show her that the scene that has her gripping my arm so tight is nothing in comparison to what I can do to her if she just stops being so fucking clueless!"

Bucky's teal blue eyes are wide and he is nearly breathless by the time he finishes his little speech. Your own state is not much different as you blink up at him in shock. It is only when he has recovered a little that he realizes what he has said… or rather, confessed.

"I-" the super soldier goes to shake his head but then stops before half tilting it to the side, visibly at a loss of words as his ears turn beet red. "Y/n–"

Your fingers are curling around the neckline of his shirt before you know it, the pull of your hand tugging you towards him instead of doing what you had intended, his heavy body unbudging.

Bucky's arms hang limply at his sides as he stands against you utterly dumbfounded, barely kissing you back if at all as he tries to decide whether this is another one of his dreams or you, the only girl that has managed to reach into his heart after so long that it honestly feels kind of like the first time, really is kissing him.

What he doesn't know is that you are having difficulty with determining the same thing.

You pull back when your lungs are on fire and you are heaving for air desperately, fingers still tightly holding onto his shirt in bunches with the fear that he might vanish into the air if you let go.

Bucky blinks as he sputters out some incoherent nonsense, eyes wide as he watches your face to try and grasp what just happened. "I–"

You shake your head with a roll of your eyes and a tut. He's insufferable with all that chivalry. You do find it endearing at times but it's moments like these when he's so clueless and formal about it that it gets annoying.

"Just shut up and kiss me, old man" you whisper as your eyes flicker down to his pink lips and you're on him again.

This time though, your words seem to have snapped him out of it and his hands shoot up to your sides as he holds you back just as tightly, fingers reaching down for your ass cheeks before he squeezes them hard. You are forced to break the kiss, your face still remaining against his lips as you audibly shudder at the feeling, shivers shooting down your hips and straight to your intimate parts from the delicious ache that it causes.

Within the next few minutes, you have managed to back Bucky into the bed as he's distracted with touching, feeling and groping as much of you as he possibly can. He lands on the bed with a heavy thud but before any words can be exchanged, you are straddling his thick and muscular thighs.

Your hands hurriedly snatch his shirt off before you push him down, raising your own arms above your head to let him do the same as you grind into his hard on that feels so thick that some tiny part of your brain cannot help but fear for your pussy.

"Mmm, solnyshko, you're so fucking pretty" Bucky rasps out the nickname he gave you when you both realized you had reached that stage in your friendship. But now, with his very recent confession fresh in your mind, you see the meaning of the word, 'little sun', that he had told you with an air of awkwardness in a very different light.

"Look at all this pretty fucking body, solnyshko. I could cum just by looking at it alone." Emotion overcomes your senses and you suddenly feel a bit sensitive. A whimper escapes you as a result and you can't help but clench against his bulge, hands reaching to squeeze his hands that are feeling up your boobs now that he has fished them out of the bra cups.

"B- Bucky…" He seems to have sensed it already, and so one of his hands trail down to your side to caress it encouragingly.

"Go ahead, baby" the endearment is just as foreign for you as it is for him. "You're doing so good, keep going for me" you feel a twitch below you and you can't help but parrot the curse that slithers from his lips.

Though you are on top, Bucky still seems to have the upper hand as he always does. But you have never really minded that with him because he isn't nasty about it and you know he only means well. You have learnt that through various outcomes many times. Besides, not that you'd ever admit it but you do need the extra care and guidance sometimes.

It is tough to play the all-knowing hero all the time.

Bucky is your sanctuary to deconstruct and just be yourself after a long day.

You hope you are the same for him as well.

With newfound confidence that you have his praise to thank for, you whine as your hips start to circle and twist against his stuff bulge, your clothed pussy already pleased because of how needy and desperate it really is.

Your back arches as you moan out loud when his fingers go to circle around one of your nipples, twisting it between them before his fingernails dig in them while his vibranium hand finds your mouth. "Bucky!" Your face is flushed and cheeks hot as you feel his thumb graze the shape of your lips before pushing inside them. "Mmmm~" your brows furrow when you feel yourself leak some more before clenching around the air again.

Okay.

Grinding isn't gonna cut it.

You need him inside you.

You have waited for way too long to rub it out.

He just has to be all over you… and that includes all the openings to your insides.

Your lips tightly wrap around his thumb as you suck so hard that the sound of it resonates in the air, pulling a sharp string of whispered curses from Bucky. Letting go of his arms you now claws at his belt until it gives way to your ferocity and you nearly tug the fly off the fabric.

You whine louder than you would ever like to admit when he goes to tug your shorts off and you have to shift away from where you are grinding against him, the rude protective growl you end up letting out causing him to chuckle as he pulls the shorts off your legs with a soft spank to your ass; a signal for you to improve your crazed behavior.

Bucky has a way of keeping you in your place.

"Tsk, solnyshko, patience!" His playful words fall on deaf ears as you literally jump back up on his cock, planting two stubborn hands against his shoulders before pushing him down flat against the mattress from his half risen position.

Your single-mindedness once you zero in on something is a joke amongst the team. And though you deny it with every fiber of your existence, your actions and manic possessiveness over his cock right now is not helping your case.

"Mine" you whisper as you move back to now rub against him skin to skin, your fingertips tracing over the bumps of his body as your usually bright eyes watch him with a dark hue over them. A hiss leaves Bucky when your warm and soaking pussy drags against his member, causing for his hands to bolt to your ass as he squeezes with all his might to withstand the sensory overload. It is to avoid flipping you over to fuck you into oblivion.

Because that can come later. Right now is your first time with him and he prefers for you to take things at your pace; ease into whatever this will become.

"Just like that, solnyshko, good girl" the words cause you to whimper as you raise yourself by propping your body up against your heels, wrapping one hand around his intimidating girth before you slowly pump and spread both your precums along its destructive length.

Your bottom lip juts out a little at his scary size and you can't help but look up at him with a whimper. It is so easy because he is your safe place and understands every single one of your quirks with no words exchanged.

Everything makes sense with Bucky.

"It's okay, baby. You can take it, I know you can" he reassures you as he caresses your thighs comfortingly. "Go ahead, I'll take care of you if I have to" you nod gratefully, your usually smart mouth mum. Though when you look down at his rather monstrous cock again, you have to gulp to yourself as you arch your back before moving the thick tip against your entrance, the sensation causing you to hiss almost instantly.

"Hnnng, Bucky!" You feel yourself stretch and widen around his smooth skin, but then you slide down further and the shape of his thick bulging veins grazes against your trembling walls and your thighs quiver, causing your knees to shake. "Oh!" The most vile moan you have ever let out rings in the air as you reach for his shoulders sensitively, wincing and lowering your head against his to let him kiss you everywhere he can reach while your hips lower against his.

"Fuck, solnyshko, you're so fucking tight for me" his hands fondle your ass and breasts rather bluntly as he peppers kisses all over your face, moving his own hips in sync to yours to help you out because you are clearly struggling with accommodating and handling him. "Good girl" his lips capture yours in a clingy kiss, your mouths nearly sticking to each other's. You break away for enough time for Bucky to let out, "such a good fucking girl for me, baby" before you sink down on his cock again and bite his bottom lip as a result, loudly whining into his mouth.

The super soldier curses as he twitches inside you, his tip easily reaching the sensitive bundle of nerves that ks hot and eager to be touched. "Fuck, you're so biiiig!" You mewl as your eyes roll to the back of your head, fingers clasping around his shoulders as you find a rhythm and start bouncing, the aid of his hips causing a loud smacking sound to fill the otherwise quiet air.

You feel your loins tense each time his stiff veins graze your weeping pussy that desperately tries to return to its original state whenever he lifts you almost all the way up and off his cock only to have you sheath it back again from the tip.

You are trying your best to keep the control to yourself but the truth is, were it not for Bucky's guiding hold on your hips, you would have collapsed from the sensitivity of your core and the size of his impaler long ago.

"Look at you, solnyshko" the male cooes while panting but doesn't break off the sync of your bodies, one hand now dipping between your legs to let his vibranium thumb rub your clit. The action causes your limbs to spasm as you moan loudly, your back arching while your pussy clenches again. "Lookin' so pretty bouncing on my cock. Almost as if that's all you were made to do" his words make you grunt as you dig your nails into his skin.

Fuck, he is too good.

Not so chivalrous after all, was he?

"Oh, Bucky!" You have never moaned like this before. "I am gonna–" in control yet so powerless. "I- I am gonna cum!" No one has ever made you feel so good, so dirty, so used and yet so taken care of all at once. "Oh, please!" You have no idea why you are even asking his permission to do so. Before him you had always been the boss of your life.

But with Bucky, it just feels right.

Like that is the order of things.

That is just the kind of man that he is.

"Go ahead, my sweet solnyshko" his other hand slaps your ass and stars appear in your vision. Fuck. You had not expected him to be this dominant. "Fuck yourself dumb on my dick like the cock starved slut that you are" his referral to your crazed greed from some minutes ago makes you blush furiously but before you can protest, his thumb swipes faster and faster against your nub and renders you speechless.

Your toe curling orgasm os one that leaves you momentarily numb and deaf, the only thing your mind being able to register the overstimulation of your walls as Bucky chases his own orgasm now, basically using you as a cock sleeve as you motionlessly slam up and down his length, the upper half of your body hunched forwards as your cheek rests against his. Your mouth can only let out incoherent murmurs in his ear as you snake your arms around his neck and nibble on the skin of his shoulders until his hot seed explodes through you, filling your cavern up until it overflows and the white liquid trickles down your legs.

You are eventually moved down and off his cock to which you whine, your hole blinking around air at the loss of contact. That causes Bucky to chuckle as he wraps you up against him in his thick arms and moves your bodies further up the bed until you are resting against the pillows.

"Don't go~" you softly murmur with a pout when he turns to reach for his bedside drawers.

The arm that he has around you further tighten in reassurance as he fishes something out. "Aw, baby, don't worry. I am not going anywhere" your pout deepens when he turns towards you and the object comes into view. "Just–"

"Noooo~" you whine as you tighten your arms around his chest and nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck. "L- Leave it on~" one of his eyebrows raise before a little smirk appears on his face.

"Oh, solnyshko, you sweet girl" Bucky puts the tissue box away as he moves your hair out of your face before pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. "Aren't you precious, hm?" As he untucks your flushed face from his neck to look at and caress one of your cheeks lovingly, you blush harder and busy yourself with examining his dog tags to avoid his eyes. "Who would have thought that the baddest avenger would be such a cutie deep down?" You roll your eyes when he playfully quotes what you like to refer to yourself as. "Not wanting to be cleaned so she can remain covered in my cum–"

"Alright, alright. You can stop now" your voice is hoarse due to your vocal exercise from a couple minutes ago.

"Stop?" Your eyes flutter when his nails comfortingly scratch your scalp before one of his fingers snake through the strands of your disheveled hair. "But I haven't even started with you yet, baby" a snort leaves him when he feels you clench with a whimper at his words.

Your limbs are tangled as you lay relaxing in each other's scents, one of Bucky's thick thighs buried between your legs.

"Not even started with me yet?!" Your shock makes him snicker. "After all that?!'

It is safe to say that he has fucked the living daylights out of you.

… And he was not even on top when he did so.

Bucky shrugs. "Only one way to find out…" His eyes search for yours with hope.

You finally look up at him with a small smile, your heart thumping as your fingers curl around the chain of his dog tags. "I would love to, Bucky." Before you could shy away, your now boyfriend has captured your lips in his.

"Oh, and honey?"

"Yes… b- babe?"

"We really have to do something about those sassy little eye rolls of yours."

I know I made him dominant but it's literally Bucky, how could I not?!

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Everytime Emer ever even slightly makes a mistake, her life is over for sure 🙏😭 she lowkey perfectionist and instantly has a mini break down 🥺 she just want to be as good as her mum and dad let her live!

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Miguel O’Hara reimagined in my mind

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iguana-eyanna · 2 years

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We Were Just Kids

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Trained at a young age and losing everyone you looked up to, you thought you had everything taken away from you. It's not until you met a boy your age and find out you two have a lot in common.

a/n: [08/11] I made a new ending for this one because I wasn't satisfied with it. I'm kinda hoping that this would become a series if I have time on my hands.

You can't remember a time where you felt normal.

Sure, you didn't have powers or was from an alien planet, but you had a not-so-normal upbringing.

Your mom was one of the finest agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. She was the only family you had, and you always looked up to her, wishing that you too would be an agent just like her.

Then, everything changed when S.H.I.E.L.D. fell in 2014.

You were at school when it happened. Everyone gathered around the windows, screaming at the helicarriers plummeting down in the city. You realized that your mom was working that day and you called her on a burner phone she gave you in emergencies, hoping that she would pick up.

She did on the last ring, and you were so relieved that she wasn't near the catastrophe.

"Mom! Where are you? I'm scared" you said on your phone.

She hesitates before replying, and you could tell that she was beginning to cry.

"I know, honey. It's ok." she said.

"Please come get me, mom. I don't want to be here." You cried in the phone.

"I can't." she said.

"I know you need to help others but when you're done-"

"No, honey. I can't be with you."

"I don't understand, please mom I'm so scared." you begged.

She draws in a breath and said her last goodbye.

"You'll understand soon. I love you." she whispered as she hung up on you.

You stare at your phone in disbelief. You then fall on your knees, crying in the middle of your class as they were too busy watching the destruction around them.

It wasn't until a couple hours later, you were the last kid to be picked up at your school. You were sitting at the outside of your principal's office, waiting for someone... or anyone to take you.

You then look up to see Agent Maria, a friend of your mom's, go up to you as she knelt down to your level.

"Hi sweetie." she said softly.

"Where's my mom?" You sniffled out.

She takes a deep breath and looks at you with sad eyes.

"There's something you need to know, but for now... you're going to stay with me for awhile." She said. You got out of your seat and hugged her tightly, not knowing what going to hit you.

Once Agent Maria took you in, she explained what really happened at the base of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Alexander Pierce was apart of HYDRA and planned to kill anyone who'd tear them down. Captain America and a few others were able to stop their plans at a cost. Natasha Romanoff exposed every HYDRA agent in the world.

And one of them was your mother.

She fell off the face of the Earth, leaving a broken-hearted 8 year old behind.

You swore from then on, you'd find your mother and bring her in.

Even if Maria wasn't a formal agent, she taught you self defense.

Fury came from time to time as he was visiting old friends (which you learned that Agent Phil Coulson was alive, thank God.) Fury taught you valuable skills on how to survive.

Those skills worked in handy as you were left in the middle of the street, seeing the people who took you in fade into dust.

You had no where else to go.

The avengers were somehow a mess and you didn't want to bring yourself on their doorstep. What are they going to do with a teenager?

The government placed you in a home and it was hell from there. You were so angry at the world that you decided to run away. You still had a mission to fulfill. Sure you weren't at the legal age to own an apartment or drive a car, but nothing was going to stop you from getting justice.

So by 13, you lived on the streets, surviving any way you can. Pickpocketing wasn't an honest way of getting by, but it made due. Unfortunately, you chose the wrong person to steal from:

Happy Hogan.

You didn't recognize him as first as he was always next to his infamous boss. He was alone at first, and you noticed that he was wearing suit.

Fancy suit meant big wallet.

Sly as you could be, you "accidentally" bumped into him and stole his wallet from his suit. You then made a run for it, but you felt yourself being knocked down by an invisible force.

"See? I told you your wallet wouldn't be away from you five feet away." a voice chirped out.

"Better than the electricity one, the last guy almost went into shock."

You then see Happy stare down at you, his eyes squinting as he doesn't believe who stole from him.

"Tony, it's just a kid." Happy said as he retrieved his wallet from your hand, releasing you from the invisible force.

Tony bends down to see you, and his thoughts settle in as he remembered you.

"Not just any kid..." Tony said, feeling his heart pulled by the strings.

He recognized you, as you sometimes stopped by the office with Maria. He then took you out for lunch at a nearby place, as you were probably starving.

You dug in your food, then suddenly realized that Mr. Stark was staring at you.

You wiped your mouth, feeling a bit judged by how starving you were.

"I read your file, I'm sorry about what happened to you."

You don't reply as you leaned back in your chair.

"It's not ideal but I've been getting by just fine."

"You don't have to." he replied.

"What, you're going to adopt me or something?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

Tony doesn't say anything.

"Oh god, you're serious." You said as you straightened in your seat.

"Look, I don't know how you've lived in the system. But I know a thing or two about being alone growing up. I don't want another kid growing up without guidance."

You look at his solemn state "It sounds like you had experience bringing up kids."

He chuckles bitterly and stares off in the window.

"Yeah, something like that."

From then on, you were fostered by Tony and Pepper. You all moved to a cabin in a peaceful forest when Pepper became pregnant.

It was nice being brought up in the countryside. Tony personally taught you everything he knew. For once, you found normalcy again, not worrying about your next meal. You finally became apart of a family.

But it wasn't the same after Tony sacrificed his life for the people who lost theirs.

You weren't there when it happened, you promised Pepper you would protect Morgan when she flew to the battle. You also thought that Tony wouldn't forgive himself either if the same thing happened to a kid he looked out for.

A kid like Peter Parker.

Tony didn't like talking about him like he past on. You often saw him crying over a picture frame he had by the sink, and tries to get over it with a quick joke.

Now, you really need a laugh. Especially on this day.

Everyone came to the cabin to hear the last words of Tony. All of the avengers came to say goodbye to their friend, to their brother.

Fury was in the back, silent since you've seen him. Maria tried to talk to you but you weren't ready. To her, she saw a little girl who was overcoming the grief of a parent just hours ago. Now, you were almost 17 and just lost another person in your life. You'd think you would get used to the loss, but it still hurts.

You were the last one that stayed by the river, sitting on a bed of grass as you saw the sun about to set.

"Excuse me?" a voice said out loud.

You broke out of your trance and look up to Peter who had a small plate of food in his hands.

"My aunt May thought you'd like some food if you're hungry." He said.

You give him a small smile.

"Thank you." you said in a small voice.

He sat by you as he gave you your plate, already taking a bite. You turn to see Peter staring off in the sun. His eyes still looked puffy from crying all day. He looks back at you and wipes his face, conscious that he still looks like a mess.

"I'm sorry, you probably want to just be by yourself. I totally understand if-"

"Peter." you interrupted his rambling.

His eyes widen. You know his name.

"I'd like the company if that's ok with you." you whispered.

He nods his head as you both look forward.

"He talked about you, you know. Told Morgan and me stories, like the time you chased after a guy with alien tech and almost got hyperthermia."

Peter chuckles, looking down.

"Yeah, that was a stupid thing to do." he says to himself.

"We were just kids. It's not like we're going to listen to people." You said to reassure him.

"I wish I'd listen to him. If I wasn't on that planet..." He said, already reliving the memory inside his head.

"Regretting doesn't do much, Pete. I've learned that the hard way. But by the looks of it, you still have so many people to love. Don't let that stop you." You said, looking over your shoulder.

Peter does the same and sees his aunt comforting Happy. they didn't talk, but she just held his hand.

At the same time, Maria walks out from the cabin and looks at you.

"By the looks of it, you have someone too." he says.

You turn away slowly, bringing your knees up to your chest.

"Yeah, I do." You said, trying to convince yourself.

"Sissy?" a young voice calls out to your nickname.

You turn to see Morgan walking toward you.

"Hey Morgan." You smiled, letting her sit in your lap as you hugged her. Peter is in awe of her.

She whispers something to you, making you smile.

"She's asking if you're Petey, the one in dad's stories." You said.

Peter smiles, chuckling.

"Yeah, I'm Petey. It's nice to meet you, Morgan." He said, lifting his hand for her to shake.

She takes his hand and shakes it, smiling at him. Morgan asks him a lot of questions, making Peter raise his spirits. Soon when it got dark, the little Stark begins to fall asleep in your arms. You decide to get up from where you sat and walked with Peter.

You walk up to Pepper who had her arms out for her, and also gives you a warm hug, kissing the top of your head.

Soon, you were walking over to say goodbye to Peter.

"What are you going to do now?" You ask.

"I'm going back to school. I want to see my friends again. How about you?" he asks.

You inhale, then quickly releasing a breath.

"I'm not sure yet, but I'll figure it out. I realized I have unfinished business with someone else. Don't worry about me." You smirk.

Peter's lips turn into a line as he shifts in his stance.

"You know, if you ever find yourself in Queens, don't be a stranger."

You smile at him, remembering how Tony said that Peter was always bright light for others.

"Yeah, I'll give you a call sometime"

You two exchanged numbers and said your goodbyes as him and his aunt drove out of the driveway to head to a hotel nearby. You walk inside as you see Pepper holding Morgan to go upstairs to tuck her in.

You then turned to see Maria sat by the couches and Fury by the kitchen island.

"Judging by your faces, you're leaving again." You said, crossing your arms.

Maria looks down in her lap as Fury speaks up.

"There's a lot at stake right now, and we're talking to Carol Danvers about our plans."

You make a face as you cross your arms.

"You guys are going to space?" you ask.

"Told you she'll figure it out." Fury side glanced to Maria. She stands up and goes up to you.

"We're sending two friends to fill our places. They'll give you intel about our mission, so you can trust them."

You roll your eyes at her. "And here I am thinking that you wanted me to live with you again." You said.

Maria doesn't say anything, but she feels a bit hurt from your words.

"That's not the only reason why we wanted to stay and talk."

"Your mom resurfaced." Fury said, ripping off the bandaid.

"What?" you ask.

Fury goes up to you, giving you his phone. You look at your phone and see her on a patio, looking outward. She looks older, her features sharper than before.

This wasn't the mother you knew.

"Apparently, she was found in Venice. We believe that's where she's been residing for the past few years. No one knows what she's up to now, but we need someone to find her. It may take some months, so we're trusting you to do it."

You try to muster out words.

"But, Pepper and Morgan- I can't leave them behind. Not when Tony..." You couldn't even finish your sentence.

Maria looks at Fury, almost like she was discouraging this, but he marched on.

"You're the only person that can reach your mom. No one knows what she's been doing and we need to know if we need to bring her down."

You look up to the steps of where your family went up. You know they'll be safe and they'll have each other.

"Okay. I'll do it." You said, giving back Fury his phone.

"We will form a task force from our choosing, including someone to help you on your mission." Maria said.

"Who?" you ask.

"You just met him." Fury said.

You were about to ask again, but your eyes widen, turning your head to the picture frame Tony always looked at with his best intern:

Spider-man.

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