#she insisted there was an ironman 4

[princess-of-the-corner]

Okay, so recounting my notes I have about 4 AUs sitting in there.

First is my Cinnabar AU that is the current blobo that I'm gently spinning in my head of Cholé accidently redeeming Gabriel cause I thought it would be funny if the one character Asstruck kept saying was irredeemable was the one to redeem the villain he keeps insisting on being redemmable dispite evidince pointing out otherwise.

Then there's the Royal Drone AU of Cholé going to Ironman style vigiantism that's a chuck of salt and angest because 'Death equals redeemtion' plus 'Miraculous ladybug revives you from just about anything.' Makes 'How will I kill the character off this chapter?'

Can't forget the Fairy Light AU where Cholé unlocks lightning magic while she's in London and becomes a hero alongside Lord Winter and Lady Firefly

Lastly, the Woundrous AU, which has only recently been rediscovered and feels like I was headed for salty civil wars if I had countined it at the time.

Meanwhile you have, lets see... 44 AUs listed in the Miraculous tab alone.

I feel like I should have more AUs but at the same time I know most will die in the notes, never to see the light of day.

To be fair: A lot of those AUs are group projects between all of us and also mostly spitballing ideas instead of really going all in on development.

But also it's fun and frustrating that I can't write all of them!

[twelvemonkeyswere]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Details so many details I loved:

Guillermo's family calling him Memo

Guillermo's cousin complaining about the garbage in the background as they walked around

Abuelita's rainbow colored shawl

The little spanglish moments like "el panera" and "los goosebumps"

Relatedly, there was so much Spanish this episode! Guillermo saying "pa' que graben el cumpleaños de la abuela" (with shortened "pa") was such a nice acting choice. I loved all the dialogue in Spanish

Guillermo hiding his crucifix back into his shirt as soon as Nadja shows up

Nadja loving Mamma Mia because it reminds her of Greece, and reminiscing about her family and connecting with other girls

Nadja loving Guillermo's family because they're warm and welcoming

Nadja bathing in blood at the beginning with her doll

Nadja facing a wholeass family of vampire killers and running across the wall

Marwa having fun and being included 😭😭😭😭😭 she deserves the world!!!!

the Guide petting the doll's hair as they chat about the movie

Nandor saying "the baby Colin Robinson" and referencing his past as a soldier

Laszlo calling Colin "my boy"

Seanie talking about his grandpa and about the things he's seen die, as well as bonding with baby Colin

Laszlo and Nandor talking about their feelings, or at least working through their feelings through the bonding magic of blood sucking HAHAHA

Guillermo defending Nadja with his whole body

Guillermo's eyes turning red and watery when he reveals that he's gay, only for his family to be like "is that it? we've always known we don't care". his mom's soft "una madre siempre sabe" and then opening her arms to hug him was awww

Nadja being all "who isn't gay anyways" and Guillermo having to be like "lots of people" only for her to dismiss it as an absurd notion HAHAHA

What a fantastic episode I'm just still riding this high

679 notes - Posted August 17, 2022

#4

"You Defile Beautiful Things"

Making me like a white rich deadbeat dad takes a lot, so I want to talk about my mans Stede Bonnet and his character development because from the very beginning of Our Flag Means Death it took hold of me and it hasn’t let go. Like most of the fictional white men I have grown to love in my 30 years on this earth, Stede Bonnet makes extremely questionable decisions, is deeply flawed, and has a heart so full of love it spills out everywhere. His story is one of the most compelling in the show for me.

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#3

Guillermo means so much to me. he's so well written, he has this compelling arc about self-confidence and standing up for yourself, and I seldom see latino characters in this type of sitcoms that get to be this funny and this badass and this unhinged at the same time. he is also gay. he has made many questionable life choices but you root for the guy. he is like 1.65 m but he will fuck you up if he must. he is plus-sized and there's never a single joke about him needing to lose weight or anything like that, and he's catholic and he talks Spanish when he's excited or very angry and he just wants to become a vampire but can't and is by blood supernaturally and ironically good at vampire killing. the show insists he's the most competent character on screen and it always tells you he's the hot one in the room. I just love Guillermo so much.

1,455 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

#2

feral for stories that use the "comedy is a tool to discuss the most human, most serious of experiences" approach to great effect

1,825 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I wanted to watch Prey in Comanche but the original film was recorded in English, so I thought maybe the original acting would probably sound better. I wondered if there were reviews and opinions about how it's best to watch it on the first go and I did a quick search and found this:

On top of cultural reasons, the Comanche version should also be watched because it is the way the film's creators intended it to be seen. In an interview with Digital Spy, Prey producer Jhane Myers says "Originally, when the film was written, the first script I had, across the top it said 'All dialogue in Comanche', and I was like, 'Oh my God, yes'." While this language would've probably made Prey much better than its predecessors, this idea was sadly scrapped when Disney bought out Fox. However, the Comanche dub allows Prey to be closer to its original version, meaning that the dub is the best way to watch it.

DISNEY discarded the idea of filming in Comanche from the get-go. It was always meant to be in Comanche as the first language. Fuck them.

7,074 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

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[thefilmsimps]

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (dir. Ryan Coogler)

-Jere Pilapil- 8/10 “It’s about grief!” was such a pervasive summary of Wandavision. And in hindsight, that seems like it devalues the idea of a superhero movie grappling with the reality of losing a loved one. The premise of Wandavision was an apt metaphor for how one might process a personal tragedy, but it was, ultimately, a hypothetical. Ryan Coogler’s Black Panther: Wakanda Forever is a movie steeped in grief, an attempt to put on a brave face and move forward (as all Marvel franchises must) while still paying tribute to the star of the previous Black Panther, Chadwick Boseman. Black Panther remains my favorite Marvel movie, and Black Panther: Wakanda Forever at times feels like a perfectly fitting sequel. Much like how loss will interrupt life in its most unexpected moments, though, it also feels like a movie that was blindsided by Boseman’s untimely death from cancer. Here, the Black Panther T’Challa dies off-camera due to an unspecified disease (a glaring and jarring vagueness, considering how Marvel/Disney are so insistent of showing us every single detail they can). His mother Ramonda (Angela Bassett, tremendous) takes over ruling Wakanda, which finds itself imperiled by international interference on all sides. This movie is defined by the absence of Boseman, but it’s also one of the best Marvel movies to be centered on the experience of women (and I liked Captain Marvel!). It’s mostly the story of Letitia Wright’s Shuri, T’Challa’s sister, as she navigates the death of her brother and comes into her own. But it makes space for the women who populated the previous movie: Ramonda, of course, but also Lupita Nyong’o’s Nakia and Danai Gurira’s Okoye. It introduces Riri Williams, a teen genius inspired by Tony Stark’s Ironman. They all have their own arcs that do justice to the talents of the actresses behind them, a balancing act that Coogler achieves pretty well. Meanwhile, the main opposition to Wakanda is introduced via Tenoch Huerta Mejia’s Namor, leader of undersea nation Talokan. Wakanda revealing itself and its resources to the world at the end of the previous movie inadvertently risks the secrecy of Talokan, and Namor’s solution is first to retried and kill a MacGuffin (Williams, the young scientist), or, failing that, war. Even after the original Black Panther, it’s refreshing to see a massive blockbuster like this centered on nonwhite characters. The people of Talokan are descended from the Mayans, and the movie takes care to make them sympathetic, even if Namor’s solutions are potentially catastrophic (pausing a second to roll my eyes at how much Marvel does that, but it’s the right choice this time). It’s an incredibly busy movie, to its detriment. It’s one of the moments where the gap between source material and adaptation shows: a comic book could grapple with the death of a character (or pay tribute to a behind-the-scenes loss) with an issue or two, segmenting it off from the rest of a story arc. Comic book movies, though, are more inclined to jumble everything together, jamming so much into 161 minutes that at points that you just want to breathe and take a break, but no, this is a movie theater. And even at home you could pause, but you’d pick right back up with 3 plotlines to follow at all times.

I get the sense that a good chunk of this movie would have happened had Boseman not passed, and that his loss added some extra plot points and shifted some character arcs a bit. It’s a weirdly sobering thing to dwell on, the way these movies are such a capitalist factory product that even the unexpected death of the face of the franchise cannot stop the production. And that sometimes-uneasy grafting isn’t the only flaw for this movie, which, like so much of Marvel’s “Phase 4”, succumbs to needless spinoff setups for the sake of feeding the Disney machines. And, arguably least importantly of all, the action feels a bit more generic and less considered than in the original. Still, despite all that, the emotional core of Black Panther: Wakanda Forever is satisying, the worlds explored and characters populating them still worth the time.

#movie review #8/10 #Marvel #Black Panther #Comic book movies

[harlstark]

i am begging everyone that has an alexa, to tell her “have a conversation with me” next time you’re bored

#she asked me about superheroes #then argued with me #she insisted there was an ironman 4 #when I said “there’s only 3” #she told me #“there is only one ironman and he is dead” #LIKE?!? #then kept repeating herself #and when i pointed it out #she went #“sorry about that” #“I have short term memory issues” #me too alexa #me too #funny #Alexa #echo dot #ai #robot

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

“I’ve Got The Perfect Name”

Summary- 2.9k Sam Wilson x You. Your in training with the Avenger Team and have a slight mishap. No one else is bothered by it, but you can’t seem to get over it. Sam takes you out to early morning breakfast to his favorite place to take your mind off it. Its fluffy fluff. No warnings. Unless you count Bucky stealing food off someones plate a warning. Written for @jtargaryen18​ 4k challenge. Congrats babes! Much love always. 

The day Tony Stark came out as Ironman, things changed. The world changed. Suddenly superheroes were no longer something from comic books and movies, but real actual people, and you wanted nothing more than to become one.

This whole new world opened up, and you were quick to join in, putting in your schooling to join SHIELD. Specifically Nichols Fury. Your time working with Nicholas Fury really opened your eyes to possibilities you never could have fathomed. Being a Shield Agent trained you in all manners of fight styles and technology. So years down the road you had to move on from Shield when Captain, Black Widow and newly recruited Falcon proved it was compromised. Yet you followed Fury, your work had become everything for you.  

Life happened, the snap happened, and you continued on through it as best you could. The losses, there was no way to properly mourn. You tried, once in a while to deal with it, attending Steve Rogers support groups, the two of you would talk one on one. You told him about your history with Shield and Fury, he told you more and more about the Avengers, those people he considered family. You could see the pain it caused him. 

“You don't have to Steve, it's okay.” 

“No I got to, it's how we keep their memory alive.” He would simply say. You left it at that, maybe you were helping him as much as he was helping you. Over time, he became more then someone you once worked with, he became a friend. 

The day came when the snap was reversed, and Steve Rogers called you the next day with urgency. “We have to talk, meet me at that cafe by your apartment.” 

When you two happened to meet an hour later, he slid a folder across the table at you. “I have an offer for you.” 

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You landed on the tarmac designed specifically for War Machine and for the new Captain America. Sam, he really wasn't about to give up his wings, not for the new title. You let out a frustrated exhale as you stepped away from the bullseye target and Sam landed down as you were walking away. 

“Y/N! Come back here, it wasn't your fault.” His red wings folded behind him, and he jogged over to where you were opening the door and going back into the compound, undoing clasps and the harness holding your own wings and sliding them off. 

“I spiraled out of control. If that had been a mission Sam, I could have hurt someone!” You snapped out as you pushed your own set of wings into the lock up. “I need to do better than this.” 

Sam shrugged off his own and put it next to yours. “You are just learning still. It's only been a few months. When I first got the wings with Riley, we were crashing all over the damn place. It takes time. I'm ready to have you join the team now actually, if you weren't so damn stubborn.” trying to reassure you, you shrugged him off, closing the lockers door. You still felt like you were failing the team, and Rogers. He had believed in you when he gave you this opportunity, and still you were making mistakes. Sam might brush it off as small, but for you they were huge, significant. 

“Well I say I'm not.” your arms folding over your chest and sighing. “I have to be perfect, you guys can't afford to have someone making basic mistakes.” 

“Y/N, you know you can’t be perfect, no one is.” He started, but you already were walking away from Sam to go back down to the lounge, when he stopped you, frowning a bit. “You do know that right?” eyes studying yours and you gave a sharp nod, and forced a smile. 

“Sure Wilson, don't worry. Tomorrows a new day.” Extracting yourself from his grasp, you continued to the lounge area, leaving Wilson frustrated with being unable to get you to calm down.  

Inside the lounge area, you went immediately to the kitchen, searching for something. Anything that can take your mind off your mistake today, pulling open the fridge door, and slamming it shut again with an aggravated sigh, then onto the cupboards and drawers. Yanking open one, you saw a half crumpled bag of Mint Milanos, and snatched the bag, unrolling it. Taking out a cookie you munched on it, when a deep voice from behind you made you jump and spin around, catching sight of Bucky sitting at the table, a ripe purple plum rolling between his metal fingers. “Bad day Y/N?” He sunk his teeth into the fruit and chewed it. 

“Disappointed in myself.” You dug for another cookie and crammed it in your mouth. 

Bucky used his foot to push out a chair, and you went to sit in it, snapping your next cookie in half and offering him half of it, which he shook his head at. 

“Sounds kinda like you're beating yourself up, I haven't heard of anyone being hurt. So what happened?”

You picked at the cookie a bit before taking a bite, chewing it slowly and setting the rest aside. “Clint be mad if I eat all his cookies.” Bucky snorted with laughter and took another bite of his plum. 

“He aint gonna care. Probably won't be back for another few months now that he's back home with Laura and the kids. So? Wilson getting on your nerves, cause I could give you a few payback tips.” 

“No no… Sam was helpful. He’s been trying his hardest training me with the wings. Sam told me to be careful of those updrafts, and one caught me unaware, I turned when I should have tilted.” you continued on, Bucky listening and when you tapered off, Bucky had finished his plum, the pit left behind that he made a toss, which it kerplunked into the nearby garbage can. 

“So you made a mistake today. You learn from it and dont do it tomorrow.” 

“And what happens when I make a mistake in a mission Buck?” 

He wiped his hands against his thighs, and moved to a stand, grabbing two beers from the fridge and handing you one. “You make it right, your human Y/N, just like the rest of us. You wouldn't fault any of us on a minor thing, would you? I hope not, cause then I would be fucked.” Tipping his bottle to yours with a clink, he left it at that. 

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You still couldn't shake the feeling, wandering the compound early in the morning hours, you wanted to test the wings again, prove to yourself that Rogers wasn't wrong in picking you to take the Falcons place. You were just about to go up the stairs back to the tamarac when Sam came out of nowhere and grasped your arm. 

“No way Y/N, you know you can't go flying along in the middle of the damn night. At least not yet.” 

“I wasn't- Okay okay, I hear you. I just can't sleep.” You gave in, and let go of the handle, stepping away to show Sam that you weren't serious about actually doing it. 

He seemed to study you, and then in the dark his grin flashed bright. “I got something better in mind.” Tugging you away, you followed him down, heading towards the garage. 

“Well what's that Wilson?” 

“Oh you will see, get in the car.” He opened the passenger side door, and you folded your arms in defiance. 

“You know it is only fair to tell a person where they are going. What if sweat pants and a hoodie isn't proper attire.” 

Giving you a nudge, in which you complied, he shut the door and went behind the wheel. “I assure you, you will be fancy enough there. Promise.” The drive was quick being 4 in the morning and no traffic. You leaned forward to read the sign above where he stopped. 

“The Wayside? You took me to an all night diner?” 

“Sure did, best place to get breakfast this early in the morning. Plus you were driving me nuts at the compound. Up all night, pacing around, beating yourself up over nothing” Sam insisted, and got out of the car, you followed suit, wrapping your arms around yourself as his own went over your shoulder, leading you inside. You scowled at him and rolled your eyes. 

“I was doing no such thing.” 

“Sure you weren’t Y/N. Morning Sal!” Sam called cheerfully to the cook just in sight in the kitchen, he gave a wave of his spatula in salute to Sam and turned back to his stove, where you could see he was preparing to start cooking. Sam scanned the room, and then pointed at a booth near the entrance, situating you on a specific side. “Perfect, exactly where we need to be.” 

“Need to be?” You questioned as you sat down, glancing out the window to a sky starting to lighten up, another car pulling into the parking lot. 

“Yup, take your mind off yesterday, get a damn good breakfast and just chill.” Sam explained what he wanted, and you listened closely, laughed with a light shake of the head, arching a brow with a grin on your face. Just what Sam was looking for. 

“You actually do this often?” you say as a waitress grabs a couple menus, making her way over, dropping them off. 

“Sam, two mornings in a row? I say you must be growing sweet on me, cause Sal’s cooking isn't that amazing.” 

“Awww you know I'm always sweet on you.” Sam flirted back while you took the menu, and flicked it open. Nearby you could hear Sal cursing in the kitchen, the waitress rolling her eyes. “Don't mind him, he does that every morning. Get you two something to drink? Coffee, tea, juice, milk, water?” 

You snapped your menu closed with a smile to your waitress, even if you were still bleary eyed and half asleep. Your eyes darted to her name tag before answering. “Coffee please Sara.” She jotted down before waving off Sam's request. 

“Orange Juice and coffee, black?” She quirked a brow and Sam confirmed with a wink, and nodded. “Be right back you two.” Her flats clicked on the linoleum floor while she went around the counter, and grabbed mugs. You settled in your booth seat, your back leaning against the wall as your legs stretched out on the seat, glancing at Sam. 

“So… you actually sweet on Sara?” You grinned at him, and he nodded. 

“I've been thinking about asking her out. She's a sweetheart and I would love to get to know her better. I just haven't yet.” 

“And, what's stopping you Wilson? You wait too long, and someone else is going to beat you to it.” 

Sam glanced out the window a minute, shrugging a bit. “Eh, seems like we’re always heading out doing something, and do I really want to drag someone into a life where she's worried? How is that fair?” 

“Well…” You drifted off, Sam wasn't wrong. The thought had crossed your mind before. It would be alot to ask anyone to wait around, not knowing. As Avengers, they could be called on day or night, plus couldn't talk about their mission. Your partner wouldn't have any idea. “... Ask her. She should be able to make that decision for herself, right? You don't know, she might be okay with it, ya know? Besides, its just a date. Get out and have fun.” 

“I could say the same for you Y/N.” He snorted, and caught Sara heading back over, flashing his bright grin and thanking her as she set down your coffees and his orange juice. “Can I set you two up?” She untucked her pen from her ear and grasped a pad from her apron. You were prompt in ordering your blueberry pancakes with sausage, Sam with hashbrowns, bacon and two fried eggs. Your foot nudged him under the table, and he flashed you a look. Since he wasn't ready, you didn't push any further for now. Left alone again, you picked up your conversation where it was left off. 

“Same for me? Just cause I haven't dated in several months.” 

“Ha, you haven't gone for a night out since you took the wings.” He sipped from his coffee cup while you were prompt grasping sugar and cream, dumping it in. 

“Well I'm in training, I don't have time.” 

“You're done with training Y/N, the wings are yours anytime you want.” His eyes lifted to catch yours, and you could feel unease as to how he turned this right around on you. Back to what was keeping you awake, the reason you and Sam were even out at 4 AM. “I even got a kickass name for you Y/N, since you can't have Falcon.” 

You picked up his straw that Martha left for his orange juice, twiddling it between your fingers. “Wait, why not? You're not the Falcon anymore, since you took the shield.” 

“Falcons mine, I still got the wings, Red Wing. I'm not giving that up. But, now hear me out.” He sounded so excited that you made a go on motion while prying off the top of the straws paper, listening. “We can call you, The Kestrel.” 

That made you snort, bust out into a laugh, looking at him with amusement. “The Kestrel? Oh damn, where did you come up with that?” 

“Come on, it's cool. You're smaller than me, and your wings do that hover in place thing. Know what Kestrels do when hunting? They hover over a spot till their prey bolts in fear. Then BAM! strike. Its badass name, you should consider it.” 

“When did you go all Nat Geo on me Sam?” You purse your lips at the end of the straw and blew, shooting the paper at him, which he swatted away. Grabbing the straw from you, he stuck it in his orange juice and drank. 

“Since forever, You should try it sometime. Expand the brain.” Tapping his forehead, Sara was heading back over with two steaming plates, setting your stack of blueberry pancakes in front of you, and Sam's full breakfast in front of him. “Thanks Sara.” Sam smiled warmly at her this time, which was returned. 

“Enjoy you two, let me know if I can get anything else.” she looked at both of them, and then retreated back to help newly arriving customers settling at the counter. More regulars as she engaged in conversations with them. You couldn't help but watch Sam's lingering gaze follow her before he went back to his plate. You poured syrup on, and cut off your first piece. 

“How about this Sam, You go ask Sara on a date, and I will consider taking up the wings officially. Name and all, no more training. You and Buck both seem to think I'm ready.” compromising with him, you saw a flash of accomplishment in Sam’s eyes and an outreach of his hand. 

“Deal, shake on it, or it doesn't count.” 

Your hand reached across and gave a firm shake. Once your hands separated, you made a motion for him to go, in which he took a deep breath and slid himself from the booth. When approaching the counter, Sam caught Saras attention, and you went back to cutting pancakes, trying to not be obvious watching from the corner of your eye. You could see Sam putting on some of his charm, a warm smile, leaning in closer. 

Bucky suddenly fell into Sam's seat in the booth, grabbing a piece of bacon off his plate and crunching it. “Can't believe you two didnt invite me.” 

“Shut up Barnes, i'm trying to listen.” you scolded him, taking a glance to see both Sara and Sam had their phones out, and appearing to be setting up a time, exchanging numbers. 

“Oh! Is he finally doing it? About damn time. He's crushed on her forever now.” Now a piece of Sam's toast was gone. 

“We made a deal. I decided to officially step out of training if he asked her out.” 

Bucky looked at you in surprise, the triangle of toast hanging from his fingertips. “Well damn, the one time I sleep in, all this exciting stuff happens. What changed your mind?” 

“You and Sam.” Shrugging a bit. “Maybe you two were right, plus it was the incentive Sam apparently needed.” 

“Bucky, get your own breakfast!” Sam shoved back in the booth next to Bucky and grabbed his plate back from his friend. Bucky resettling in against the window, finishing off the piece of toast he had snagged earlier. 

“Why? I got yours.” he snickered and glanced back over your way. “Sam tell you his name yet?” 

“Mmhm, The Kestrel.” you chuckled and Sam shook a fork at you with a piece of egg at the end. 

“It's a cool name, and I stand by it.” 

“I will give it some thought. You get that date?” You change the subject, Bucky and You looking at him expectedly. 

“Matter of fact I did, tomorrow night I'm taking her out.” 

Bucky grinned, clapping Sam's shoulder. “Hell yea man, good for you.” Swiping another piece of bacon off his plate, the three of you continued on, the sun finally coming up to start the day, filling the cafe with easy laughter and the clinking of forks on plates.

#jtargaryen18s4k #sam wilson x you #sam wilson #the falcon #bucky barnes #fluffy #cute #amber writes #sweater writes #marvel #mcu

[janiedean]

Cracktastic Tales presents... your dose of entertainment! Based off that ask about Luis not meeting the original Avengers. So, you know how Luis works in X-Con Security Consultants, right? Like imagine he notices a flaw in Tony Stark's security and he knows that's like literally impossible, but he does, anyways. And he's all like, Scott, Scott, we gotta tell Ironman ASAP! And Scott is like, I dunno, man, I kinda stole something from him. But Luis insists and insists, so Antman is like, fine. 1/?

So, Antman sneaks back in to HQ with Luis and they catch him and Tony is there and he's like, so, why are you breaking in again? And Luis starts babbling about how he found this flaw and what not in his security and he's like, I know you're super duper smart, Mr. Ironman, sir, but I swear I'm not lying! And then he sees Bruce in the background and is like, and Mr. Hulk, sir, can I get your autograph!? And basically Scott is there trying to shrink in the background cuz Luis is fanboying. And Scott knows how Luis can get about his fanboying about Ironman and Hulk (not that he blames his friends cuz he himself is a huge Captain America fan). Anyways, the thing is that Tony does find the flaw Luis is talking about and Bruce does give him his autograph and they invite Scott and Luis for dinner and Luis is babbling about this and that and how Tony and Bruce are his relationship goals, etc. And if Tony decides to invest in Luis' company, well... he just likes the guy, okay? The End.

P.S.: I dunno how Luis meets the rest of the Avengers, but I have the feeling that they'll find the guy refreshing. Meanwhile, Scott is trying not to groan in the background, muttering, why, Luis? And that's it. That's how Luis meets the OG Avengers. Hope you love it, Lavi! 4/4

dear cracktastic, NEVER MIND THAT I WANT THIS TO BE THE PLOT OF ANTMAN 3 THAT DOES NOT RECOGNIZE THAT ENDGAME HAPPENED...

a) thor: at some point he comes back to earth with the guardians after his rejuvenating trip through space just as luis is hanging out with tony and bruce giving him tips for the security system and luis is like oMG IS THAT THOR *STAR EYES* and thor is extremely impressed with how resourceful he is

b) he... prob already met steve bc let’s be real after endgame scott totally went at steve like HEY YOU OWE ME TO MEET ALL MY FRIENDS BEFORE YOU GO OFF TO DO WHATEVER IN THE PAST but then again endgame’s ending doesn’t exist so maybe steve never went in the past uwu

c) natasha once went to their company for HER own security system because she got tipped off well after civil war, he never knew it was natasha but he still met her

d) at some point scott and clint became friends during civil war so they decided their kids should hang together and so at some point clint brought his kids to see cassie who was with luis at the time uwu

HERE THAT’S HOW LUIS MEETS ALL THE OGS uwu

#the daily crack #mcu for ts #luis for president #Anonymous #ask post

[nightsinneverland]

Aura, the Shield and the Sword

Although Aura Storms hasn’t been around that long, she was given certain skills, gifts and wisdom that could fit into several centuries of living. Along with a sword engraved with Nordic and African runes and a dog that holds more to the visible eye, can Aura take any more challenges? Maybe say a soulmate who she thought was dead? Or maybe an entourage of heroes that are constantly in her way?

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Chapter Three.

4:32 am. My watch reads. Today it matches the blue polka-dotted collar that adorns Brooklyn’s neck. Eternal fireflies in various jars littered all over my apartment, keep my companion and me out of the immense dark as it is still early. 

That, and I forgot to pay the electric bill this time around. 

I heave out a sigh, knowing that the peace that has caressed my household ever since we had that little spider invader will be interrupted soon enough. New wards put into place after realizing the simple rune I made was only limited to two years and has been occupied by myself and Brooklyn for five.

Looking over the medium-sized pot that I’m stirring, throwing in an herb every so often, I think of how much time the little widow has left. 

I wonder how much her body has deteriorated.

After the fifth or so stir from the wooden spoon engraved with small runes passed down from my mother, I look to Brooklyn, knowing he has the final ingredient of the potion.

“Alright, do your thing,” I tell Brooklyn stepping away from the stove, putting the wooden spoon in the sink for later cleansing. “Not too much though. We don’t want her paralyzed. At least not yet”.

Brooklyn snorts and levels me with a look, before he turns to the pot, easily reaching it given his immense size. He is at least two times bigger than the average Great Dane.

I lean against the counter, rubbing the random sprigs of lavender from my fingers as I watch the thick drool mixed with venom drip from his mouth like honey into the pot.

Brooklyn insisted on an antidote for the pest. I scoff.

Her death is a just punishment for breaking and entering and snooping where she doesn’t belong.

Knowing my thoughts based on the look on my face, I receive a sharp bark along with a disapproving stare. I roll my eyes, watching him grab a tincture bottle from one of the open cabinets, walking over to me and shoving it into my hand.

“Alright alright. Fucking pushy ass demon”, I grumble, bottling up the mixture from the pot. Wiping off the excess that dripped down the sides, I set it aside to get dressed and ready for an encounter with a group of annoying ass “heroes”.

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6:00 am. My black leather watch reads at me. Zipping up by shiny black leather boots, giving me an extra couple inches from my 5’7 frame, I march into the kitchen, downing a shot of vodka for courage and call Brooklyn over.

“Let’s get this shit over with.”

Pocketing the antidote and seeing Brooklyn patter over to my side, I transport us straight into the common room of Tony Stark’s building.

We make it to a solid fifteen seconds before the alarms start sounding and I’m being told by a machine to address myself and why I’m here.

“Security breach. Unauthorized personnel”. A woman’s voice echos through the common room. I smirk and saunter over to the windows, taking in the great view. The sunrise looking pretty damn beautiful from here. I admire the landscape for at least five minutes while feeling the movement through the air.

Still taking in the impressive view, I hear the sound of whirring and I know it’s from one of the Ironman robots pointing a shooter at me a couple of feet away, Tony Stark’s voice coming through the machine. 

“The homeless shelter is on 3rd Ave Miss,” the shooter moving over to Brooklyn, my companion baring his teeth in his own warning. “Although I don’t think they allow dogs this size.”

I turn around, giving him a short laugh, making my way over to my big puppy who is still baring his teeth, waiting for the green light to tear the tin can to shreds.

“Oh silly me! And to think I wanted to give one of ya’ll a present.” I pretend to pout.

More noises come from the machine, the shooter being pointed at us glowing brighter, the heat reaching me. I grow annoyed and irritated. 

“Why are you here?”, Tony finally asks me. The tone of his voice hardened, knowing our little talking game is over with.

I level him with a blank stare, my fingers slowly curling and air casting spells, noticing the Ironman suit slowly powering off and breaking apart to reveal Stark’s face, his eyes widening in shock and slight fear as I start stepping towards him still air casting, his suit revealing more of his body, essentially kicking him out of the suit.

Stopping in front of him and invading his space, I trail my small fingers across his face making him see the runes engraved into my skin. Feeling his uncomfortableness emitting from his pores, it makes me smile.

Keeping eye contact with the Stark, I take a small step back and open my other hand in front of him, revealing the small black gadget that was left in my home.

“I’ve come to return something of your teammates. Why don’t you be a doll and fetch her for me? I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to see me as I have a present for her as well.” I tell the man in front of me, recognition showing in his eyes of who I’m talking about as he takes in the item in my hand.

I watch the rich man gulp and open his mouth, “F.R.I.D.A.Y, wake up everyone. Urgent team meeting. Common room.” I give him a fake smile in response and turn away from him, returning back to the window seeing the sun rising up in the sky.

Brooklyn still has his teeth still bared, eyes intently tracking the stranger in front of him. Ears standing straight up.

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7:32 am. Not needing a clock already knowing what time it is. I look around the common room, eyes locking with the woman who had enough balls to break into my apartment.

Her red hair looked lackluster, skin sallow and lips cracked. I smile, knowing the toxins from Brooklyn’s teeth were slowly eating away at her.

Serves her right.

Walking right up to her, not even acknowledging the rest of the “team”, I ask her in a firm voice, “What were you doing in my home?”

The neutral facial expression on her face impressed me, but also made me more irritated. Silence emitted from her. I turn around, stepping into the center of the room, standing in front of a white leather couch.

“You see, I know how you’re feeling right now. And I’m going to tell you that you will die unless you have the antidote,” Seeing a tiny telltale flash of fear through her eyes let me know I had her right where I wanted her. 

“Now if you want to keep up with this act which is just gonna piss me off more, go right ahead. I’m sure your buddies here will miss the pussy you throw around am I right?” Her eyes narrowed in response.

“Who even are you?” A voice from my left asked. I side-eye him, taking in his person. Short brown hair, button nose, big biceps, knowing eyes. Must be the archer. I step to him, almost reaching his chin in height.

“Why don’t you ask the little spider?” I challenge him. Not engaging any further, I make my way to the bar, picking up a bottle of very expensive whiskey and call Brooklyn over.

“This is going nowhere and this pissing match is tiring,” Looking over everyone and landing on the redhead. “I don’t lose anything if you die. But they do.” And with that, I transported my dog and me back into my apartment.

I give Brooklyn a scratch behind the ear in thanks and make my way into the kitchen to taste my new handle of whiskey. The antidote chilling in my back pocket under my protection in case we get another visitor.

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“Why didn’t you just tell her Nat? Do you really want to die!?” Clint asks, his voice almost hysterical. His concern going unnoticed by the rumbling of a quinjet returning.

He looks to Tony, who is sulking over the loss of his premium alcohol.

“Who is this chick?” He asks himself, walking over to his friend, wanting to help her back to her room. Her feet shuffle tiredly. Trying not to start crying, he focuses on getting Natasha back to bed without any issues.

Last time she fainted from the fatigue and was out for two whole days.

I’ll get you that antidote Nat, I promise.

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Bringing in the last box of files and pictures, Sam wipes his dusty hands on his dark denim jeans, looking around the not so empty apartment he’s helping a friend move into. As he finishes wiping his hands, he slowly looks at his left still feeling the tingle flowing throughout. 

It started after he shook hands with the cute curly-headed girl with the huge dog at the park a few weeks ago and it hasn’t stopped. If he looked close and hard enough he could swear he saw colors flowing through his hand as well.

He brought his hand up to his face to inspect it more closely and wondered if he was going crazy and seeing things that weren’t really there.

A huge hand placed on his shoulder brought him out of his inspecting of his hand. He looked over his shoulder into cerulean eyes and gave them a smile.

Sam turned towards his friend, accepting and returning the hug that was offered.

“Thank you for helping me, pal. I didn’t know who else to ask.” The deep voice filled with gratitude, made Sam feel wanted and appreciated.

“Not a problem Steve. You can pay me back by getting the food bill. I ordered us some Thai” He responded. Taking in the laugh his new friend gave him.

“Sure pal”.

#aura the shield and the sword #steve rogers x reader #sam wilson x reader #avengers #mcu #marvel #au #captain america #nastasha romanoff #clint barton #tony stark

[the-mini-muse]

Robbaery Prompts #6

Under the Godswood in Winterfell, a small parchment is found by Robb Stark where a lady talks about her families ambitions to make her Queen. In the Godswood at the Red Keep, Margaery Tyrell leaves a parchment with her inner most thoughts in a small hole in the old Godswood tree not expecting for someone to reply. Through distance and time, a young Robb Stark and Margaery Tyrells (King Tommens betrothed) find themselves falling in love. (The Lak House AU) 

Margaery has adopted little Rickon 4 years ago when she decided to be a single mother. He was the little love of her life. Their lives change forever when it turns out Rickon had gotten lost in the system. A mistake in paperwork causes him to be adopted. With Rickons parents dead from a car accident, the remaining Starks have been trying to find him to bring him home. Robb just wants his family back together but Rickon doesn’t remember any of his siblings. An invitation to Christmas with the Starks is bittersweet for the family but connection between Robb and Margaery is undeniable.

Margaery has been crushing on “Hot Gym Guy” for months. Telling her best friend Sansa all about her dirty fantasies for her own amusement and shock value. Too bad “Hot Gym Guy” turns out to be Robb, Sansa’s brother - much to Margaery’s mortification. 

Modern AU. Robb over hears Margaery flirting and saying she has a thing for blondes. The next day he colors his hair. kudos if Margaery is horrified at what he did with his curly auburn locks. extra kudos if arya says “you’re an idiot” 

Ironman Robb Stark and his Assistant Margaery Tyrell. 

Feeling bad for her coworker Jon Snow, Margaery insist on being his date to Sansa Starks engagement party to Joffrey Baratheon. It all seemed like a good idea until she starts falling in love with Robb Stark. 

Best friends Robb and Margaery have a one night stand that gets complicated when positive pregnancy tests are involved. 

Margaery was driving back home from the University of Kings Landing when her car breaks down. Good thing mechanic and resident heartthrob Robb Stark was just passing by. 

The Starks were known as Witch Hunters. They traveled across Westeros to defeat supernatural beings with Winterfell their home. It all goes wrong with their parents are killed and their sisters taken. Features Margaery Tyrell hiding among the Starks, Robb and Jon  being baddass Hunters, Witch Queen Cersei and demon spawned King Joffrey, even more baddass Hunter Arya trying to make it home with unknown prince/heir Gendry. 

Modern AU. Margaery finds her new boss to not only be incredibly handsome, but charming and honorable. They both can’t jeopardize their jobs even if they can’t seem to take their eyes off eachtother. It doesn’t help that his mother adores her.   

Link to my other Robbaery Prompts –> LINK

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[felicismagic18873]

Beyond the blaze(4)

Summary: 4 Years old, Alyssa Potter finds her life taking a magical turn as she steps into a world of cute green giants, talking robots and misunderstood aliens. All of it is almost enough to make her forget the probable destruction of her own world.

There are some events that are so expected that them not occurring is not even a thought. Like rain after darkness covers the sky and soft moisture can be seen on the ground. Or tears when the eyes become red with pain and lips tremble with emotion.

The arrival of the goddess of magic on the crystal plains soon after that of her golden white-haired child was one of these events.

The darkness of the plane seemed a bit less oppressive and the air a bit less intimidating as Hecate stood around waiting to be acknowledged while knowing she had been noticed long ago.

"Hecate, Daughter of Titans,"

And the wait was over. For both of them.

Hecate remembered what had bought her here with something akin to sorrow, "What incited you to do this, my child." The words were whispered, not from her lips but from her very being. The words carried by the wind, the unconscious question of a mother to her missing child, not meant to be heard.

"Sometimes people do rash things when they're scared. They don't mean to, but they can't help it. The blessed do the exact same thing on occasion, it gives them some feeling of control when standing before the beings of higher power." The smooth voice answered back. The answer not expected, or needed.

"Spare me your lectures, Thanatos." She picked up her dress and without even a twitch of her eyebrow, two mighty thrones facing each other appeared in front of her. Hecate moved towards one of them. She seemed to be gliding rather than walking.

Her gown flowed around her seated form like mercury. A rich chuckle filled the seemingly empty place, "And I must insist you to spare me your dramatics, Hecate." The darkness became concentrated around the darker of the two thrones giving shape to a beautiful dark skinned figure. Golden eyes stared at her as luscious rosy lips lifted up into a smirk.

Hecate allowed her companion a glimpse of her ire and felt a surge of his amusement in return.

"Her reaction was unforeseen."

Thanatos smiled, his smile hiding a sharp edge " Love has always been known to have such outcomes."

" Of course. Now onto the issue I am here for"

"She is indebted to me, Hecate. I will not be handing her out on a silver platter."

"And it would be considered offending for me to expect you to. I merely desire to know the conclusion of your bargain." Hecate declared with a firm tone.

"Ah, Indeed? And the all-seeing Hecate does not know already?"

The silence was answer enough. Both entities were aware that actions of Death were always shrouded in the eyes of those willing to peak.

The soft throbbing of wings moved Hecate's hair lightly. Her eyes followed the to and fro motion of the beautiful black appendages. That remained the only sound between them for a long time. Since entities such as them were no stranger to patience, waiting for an answer was a child's play.

It may be a second or a year before Thanatos moved forward as if leaning in to tell a secret.

"Eradication of those led astray by the intoxication of power."

Hecate raised an eyebrow, "A futile attempt to meddle. And here I was expecting a worthwhile trade. We, or our children, cannot directly meddle in the affairs of mankind, Thanatos." She was about to lean back but the smug look on Thanatos' face stopped her.

"It is not futile if she's not blessed." He threw in his last bit, his wings curling around him in excitement.

"Not blessed?" The stony persona broke.

And he was not disappointed. Sea green energy emerged with a flash and covered him with the intent of harm. It simply seeped into his body instead.

He laughed with delight. "You hold no power here, Hecate. Or have you forgotten that? " His eyes briefly flashed a dark green.

Hecate abruptly pulled the power back around herself and it settled over her body like a soft veil. "I apologize," The tension around them faded away as she pointedly pulled back. She took a second to center herself. " May I ask how? No one can take away the blessings."

"Oh no, not taken away. Just...bound if you will." Thanatos appeared to take pity on the ruffled being.

"And when does this bind break?"

"When the ones who claim to have defeated Death are back to where they belong. Within my realm."

"Is this not the task for your chosen before their declaration?"

Thanatos chuckled, "Indeed, it was." He paused, "If your blessed hadn't sent her away."

A soft gasp escaped Hecate's lips. This was unexpected. "The child-"

"Do not presume me to be blind ever again, Hecate." The darkness thickened. "You will not put a finger upon her."

"That child is gifted, Thanatos. She's also one of my own."

"That child is gifted, Thanatos. She's also one of my own."

"So you do embrace them as yours. The threats as I assumed are merely that? Threats."

Hecate stilled for a while before answering, "That is a question for another day,"

"Indeed, it is." Thanatos declared and any trace of emotion disappeared from his face.

The darkness became oppressive indicating the end of their conversation.

Abruptly the words flowed from her lips by themselves, "And what of the girl?"

"The girl?"

"Yes. You know of whom I speak...Alyssa Potter."

"The girl is safe."

"And will she remain so?" Hecate prodded, despite knowing that she was toeing a dangerous line.

"That is not your concern." The wings shrouded him completely from sight.

"Ares seemed uncommonly fond of her." She dared to push a little more, "And he is the God of War."

"You seem uncommonly fond of her."

She suddenly became aware of her precarious state in front of the other entity, she stood a bit more straight. "She is one-"

"Of your own. Yes, you have mentioned."

She waited.

"The war surrounds her. But safety can even be found in the center of a hurricane so who is to say she wouldn't be safest there."

And with those words, she was once again staring into the abyss. Only this time, it elected not to look back.

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Tony Stark was a little intrigued, well a lot actually. Why was he intrigued, you ask?

Well, Tony always thought of kids as tiny, untidy balls of energy that couldn't stand still for a moment. At least the ones under nine, under nine, because he had met a nine-year boy whom he liked. A boy whom he was 'connected' with.

But this kid, oh this kid was quite something else.

The small, maybe 4 or 5-year-old if judged by her physique, had not moved or talked since she had sat up and her eyes had snapped open. Green eyes slightly shrouded with sleepiness stared at him. Started and stared.

'Two can play the game.' He had thought with a grin, wondering how long she could stare at the unresponsive Ironman faceplate. She probably thought it was a statue sitting on a chair. It would explain the not-fan girling in the face of Ironman.

So a minute passed by, then another. Soon a whole fifteen minutes had passed and the girl hadn't budged. Not one sound escaped her lips and except one glance at her necklace, her eyes never strayed from his-the suits-face.

Soon Tony was the one who couldn't take the silence. He was Tony Stark, he didn't do silence. Plus, the kid's green-focused stare was kinda eerie. Before he could say anything, finally, finally the kid's lips parted and her eyebrows furrowed.

"You keep staring at me." The kid declared softly, probably mindful of the sleeping man who still had his arm wrapped around her shoulder."It's rude. You're a rude toy robot."

Tony could honestly say that he was speechless, and that was saying something. He was actually kind of impressed. He sputtered a bit, glad the kid couldn't see the shock in his face. Then, he grinned.

A rude toy robot.

He wasn't even sure which part he was more offended by. He loved it.

"I am not a toy robot" He announced in what he thought was an impressive, superhero kinda voice. "Toys don't answer comprehensively. They don't talk this way. I can." He pointed out the obvious.

The girl-he really needed to ask her name- rose both her eyebrows, then with some struggle kept one of them up and allowed the other to fall down.

It was honestly, adorable. Tony made a mental note to listen to some AC/DC later on to recover his awesome persona, when did he become that kind of person anyway? The one that aww-ed at everything a kid did. Agh.

"A rude talking Robot then."

"Am not!" Tony whisper-shouted, offended. He couldn't decide whether to laugh or groan.

The kid did the eye-brow rising thing again, "Rude or Robot?"

"Neither!" Tony said. He was sorta enjoying this, in an I-wanna-pull-my-hair sort of way, but no, his glorious hair did not deserve such treatment.

A bit of confusion crossed the kids face before her mouth opened into an O as if understanding some greater reality.

She slowly slipped out of Bruce's hold and with small slow steps walked towards the chair he was sitting on. Then slowly the rosy pink lips lifted into a smile.

Tony refused, absolutely refused to admit that he felt his heart melt a little. Or maybe it was the temperature inside the suit messing with his head, he should really improve the cooling system. Iron had a high melting temperature.

The girl put her tiny hand on his gauntlet resting on his knee and patted it "Its okay." She whispered to him gently. Tony peered at the girl's face absently noticing that the child was a very pretty little thing.

"It's okay to accept yourself. You shouldn't run away from who you are. Like-Like I'm Alyssa. Your Mista' Robot." She declared with a proud smile and nodded her head as if willing him to nod with her.

Tony found himself nodding his head too before her words registered in his mind.

Accept himself?

A laugh escaped him and he flipped the face plate with a grin. Oh, this was precious.

"I'm not." He awaited her reaction.

The chil-Alyssa's eyes widened, "Oh you're a person!", her mouth dropped for a second before a weird look covered her face.

Tony nodded with a smirk, "Seriously kid, That's what I have been telling-"

"So you're a person pretending to be a robot? Why? Do you not like being a person?"

A finger pointed at his chest place. Alyssa's lip jutted out and a cute angry took over.

"Of course I like being a person." He told her wondering what the hell he'd gotten himself into.

"Well, people who like being people don't pretend to be robots." The girl stated as if it was a fact of nature.

"Okay as much as I am enjoying this, I am done." Tony announced standing up, "Bruce, you take care of your little Thumbelina, I am off." He sent at the bleary-eyed scientist, who had just woken up and was rubbing his eyes.

He cast a look at the now grinning child and stuck out his tongue. The girl mirrored his action, "Buh-Bye, Mista Robot." She called after him as he walked away.

"Not a robot!" He shouted back visibly suppressing a smile, making his way to the elevator.

Back in the living room, Bruce stared at the small child who had elected to sit on the floor.

"I didn't think I'll see a day when Tony backs off from an argument." He said softly making her smile.

"I like him," she said tilting her head, eyes fixed at the elevator from which he'd left.

"Yeah?" He asked her, leaning back into the sofa, electing to ignore the fact that a child shouldn't be in the tower in the first place. "I think he liked you too. " Seeing her calm demeanor her wondered whether she'd been messing with Tony on purpose.

The child gave him a toothy smile, "Don't worry. I liked Mr.Giant too. Is he really a giant? Melina said giants are like humans but big. But he was green. Like-Like my eyes! He was very nice. And cuddly. I like cuddles."

Bruce's world seemed to stop for a second. A green giant. HULK! The was no green giant in the invasion..the kid was talking about cuddling with hulk. Oh no no no!

He forced himself to calm down, it wouldn't do to hulk out now. Maybe she was talking about a stuffed toy or something. Though he had no idea why someone would make a giant green stuff toy.

"The green giant? What green giant? " He asked her hoping for the best.

The girl's eyebrows furrowed, an irritated look appeared on her face. " Are you going to pretend that you can't turn into a green giant? Is that a thing here or something?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Bruce absently picked at a scratch on the sofa.

The girl-Alyssa was it?-pulled at her necklace," Mr.Robot doesn't want to be a robot. You don't wanna be a giant. How does that even work? Do I just decide that I am not a girl I am a-I am a- A wolf! and people just hafta call me a wolf now?"

She looked like a little angry cat, her cheeks pink as she puffed with anger and disbelief.

Involuntarily a laugh escaped Bruce's lips at her incredulous look and once he started he just couldn't seem to stop. After a while, when it seemed like his heartbeat was getting a bit to close to the red- or in this case green-zone, he controlled himself and coughed a little to clear his throat.

Bruce looked at Alyssa and had to look away once again to avoid laughing. The kid was looking up as if asking what mess she'd gotten into. She probably thought they were all crazy. Bruce had the same thought himself the past couple of days. Aliens, gods, heroes, anyone would go crazy amidst all of this.

"No that's not really a requirement. Its just...people here are... let's say unique in their own way. All of them have some sort of craziness attached to them." He rubbed the space between his eyes," But I guess that comes with being 'Avengers', that's what they've been calling us."

"Oh, do you become an Avenger if you're 'unique'? That means special right? I am special too." The interested look on her face turned into to an excited smile.

Bruce didn't have the heart to tell her otherwise, "Yes I guess. Correct me if I am wrong, you managed to cuddle with the hulk? That's pretty impressive."

"Hulk?" Alyssa held her chin between her thumb and index finger before making an 'ah' sound. "Mr. Giant? His name is Hulk? Oh, it's very nice of you to tell me his name, but I dunno if I wanna call him that."

"Yeah? Why not?"

"Because that's your name for him. He is a needs more than one names. All the great fighter have more than one." She said before sitting next to him on the sofa.

"Yes?" Bruce smiled with amusement.

"Like Hecate!"

"Hecate? As in Greek Goddess Hecate?" His eyebrow rose, what four/five years old knew about Greek mythology? Alyssa was turning out to be more and more interesting.

"Yeah? I guess. Anyways she has many names you see." Alyssa held up her hand and pulled at each finger while rapidly saying her names. "There is Hecate, Trivia, Soteria, Isis, Triodia, Enodia, Chthonia and so many more"

Bruce's eyes widened with each unfamiliar name falling off of the young girl's lips. His lips parted and insanely the first thought that came to his mind was that she'll fit in perfectly. She has her own batch of craziness with her.

"Who-Who taught you that?"

Alyssa's smile fell away and a sudden sadness seemed to radiate off of her making Hulk unexpectedly irritated at her sorrow. Bruce fidgeted a little.

"Melina taught me. She always said I needed to know stuff like that. She was my best friend." She finally said, looking at him with big soulful eyes making him want to wrap her in a blanket and hide. Now, he knew how she'd managed to persuade Hulk to cuddle. Those puppy eyes were quite something.

"Are you okay Alyssa? Do you need something?"

As if on cue, her stomach started rumbling. Alyssa bit her lip putting a hand over her stomach, red color was rising on her cheeks. Bruce mentally scolded himself for not thinking of asking her if she was hungry earlier. Kids needed to eat on time.

"How about some food? I'm famished." He said standing up and giving her his hand to do so as well. Alyssa looked at him with an understanding smile showing that she knew he wasn't really hungry and was saying that so she doesn't feel awkward.

Bruce held her delicate hand in his and together they made their way to the well-stocked kitchen.

Leaving her hand, Bruce went to look into the refrigerator. "What would you like?", he asked over his shoulder.

There was a little fumbling behind him before Alyssa answered,"Its fine, Mr.Bruce. I'll take care of it."

An eyebrow raised without his permission, Alyssa ducked under his arm and pulled out a carton of fresh mixed berries and waddled her way to the kitchen table. She put the berries on the table and ran back to the fridge to get some milk.

Then with a practiced ease, she climbed up one of the counters and checked the cabinets for cereal.

"Catch!" Bruce quickly caught the few cereal boxes that were thrown towards him and watched the kid with fascination.

Alyssa jumped down from the counter before he could warn her not to, grabbed two bowls from the rack along with two silver spoons and put them on the table.

Finally, she put her hands on the table and by pushing herself up she was able to sit on the fancy high chair.

"Would you like some berries, ?" She asked while opening the box. Bruce just nodded a little absently, trying to take in what was going on.

Alyssa put a handful of berries in both bowls along with some of the cereal. Then with a precision that spoke of experience, she picked up the jug of milk she had bought over and without spilling a drop, poured it into the bowls.

She gave him a last smile before digging into her cereal bowl.

What the hell just happened.

Bruce stared at the bowl, then at the child sitting across him then back at the bowl.

He took a deep breath, opened his mouth to speak then stopped. He opened his mouth again before closing it. Finally, he picked up his spoon and took a bite of his cereal.

"How old did you say you were, Alyssa?",He asked in a deliberately casual manner.

Alyssa took a second to swallow the bite in her mouth before answering, "I am four and a half. I'll be 5 in July."

"Four years old, okay." Bruce put down his spoon, "And you've been doing this for how long?"

He gestured vaguely at the bowls.

"This?" Alyssa looked confused.

"Making your own breakfast."

"Since I was almost three." Alyssa smiled brightly, she chewed on another berry while Bruce got lost in his thoughts again.

"And why exactly do you do this? If I may ask?"

"Well, Auntie doesn't like it when I bother her with these silly things. Plus I like doing it." She nodded to herself. Bruce didn't like where this conversation was going.

"And your mum?" He was almost afraid to ask.

"She's gone.", was all that Alyssa said. Her tone light, so it happened a long time ago. Neglected caretakers, emotional abuse probable.

Hulk growled in the back of his mind and for once Bruce agreed with him but it was no time to go green. He took in a few measured deep breaths.

"Doctor Banner. If I may, Sir is requesting your presence down in the lab. It is urgent."

Jarvis' calm voice snapped him out of his dark thoughts. Bruce wondered whether Tony had found Alyssa's relatives already. Surely he'd started the search. Alyssa who had finished her bowl was looking at the ceiling with wonder.

"There is a ghost in the walls!"

Bruce chuckled, "Not a ghost." wide green eyes filled with excitement turned towards him willing him to continue. "JARVIS is an AI. An Artifical Intelligence system."

Expecting the tide of questions coming his way, Bruce held up a finger. "I will explain it to you later, or I am sure Tony would love to explain it to you. " Her shoulders slumped a bit before she smiled again nodding her head happily, "Will you be alright alone for a while? I am pretty sure the television is built into the wall so it might work."

"The television is fully operational, Mister Banner. I will turn on a suitable playlist of movies for the Little Miss."

Bruce looked at Alyssa with amusement. Her excitement was refreshing after such a long week. It was good to see such pure innocence after the whole alien invasion mess. Bruce picked up both of their cutlery and put it into the dishwasher.

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Alyssa followed the voice of the television and sat in front of it, cross-legged on the floor instead of the sofa.

"You sure you'll be alright?" He asked once again though he was sure JARVIS would keep an eye on her.

"I am not a baby, Mister Bruce."

"Of course. My mistake." Bruce smiled once more at her before making his way to the elevator. He'd smiled more today than he'd probably smiled as a whole in his 'exile'.

The elevator opened and Bruce stepped in.

Green eyes stared at the television screen, the slight unfocussed gaze being the only thing that showed that the black haired girl was not really watching the cartoon.

Alyssa's mind wandered. For the first time since she woke up in this weird yet amazing place, she allowed herself to think. She was in a tower of some sort, guessing from the glimpse she'd caught of the scene outside the window.

Mr.Giant bought her here. Mister Robot and Mister Bruce also lived in this big tower. Mister Bruce said that there are many special people here. Maybe it was like the Hogwarts of this world?

Alyssa held onto her pendant and relaxed a bit remembering that it hadn't cooled down since she'd come here. It was almost frozen when she stumbled into this world. And if she remembered correctly, Melina said that it would stay warm as long as she was safe. So she was safe here.

Her eyes focused a bit showing the cute little robot on the TV moving with a beat. She wished she could actually enjoy the movie, she needed to get her mind off the fact that she was so far away from home. Plus the movie looked pretty interesting...but so did the elevator.

Alyssa turned her head a bit staring at the glass doors of the elevator. She'd ridden one when her uncle took her to one of his friend's party but that one didn't have a lovely glass door. Plus Mister Bruce went through it.

No! She was a big girl and she wasn't gonna follow him like a puppy. No.

Well, she didn't have to follow Mister Bruce, did she? She could just explore the tower instead.

Scolding herself a bit, she turned back towards the TV trying to follow the plot of the movie.

She only managed to last a few minutes before she stood up with a jump and glancing up towards the ceiling, she ran to the elevator.

Maybe if she ran fast enough, the ghost-the AI?- won't notice?

"Little Miss, I recommend not following through your plan."

Alyssa stopped abruptly, her shoulders slumping. Just a few steps and she would have reached it. So much for him not noticing. Biting her lips she looked at the door then back at the ceiling.

"Em. Just Alyssa is fine ." She said before quickly continuing, "unless you like calling me that. Then that's fine."

"Little Miss has a nice ring to it, does it not."

Alyssa nodded with a smile before remembering her manners, "I'm sorry. I don't remember what Mister Bruce called you. What would you like to be called ?"

"JARVIS would do, Miss. Mr.Ghost is also fine if that is your preference."

Alyssa's shoulders relaxed. Mister Gho-JARVIS sounded more amused and relaxed than his business-like tone before. She decided that she liked him...now only if he'd let her go explore!

"Mister Jarvis," she took a deep breath, " May I please go to the elevator? It looked so awesome. And I'm in a tower. A tower, Mister Jarvis! Oh please, may I go? There's so much to see! " She stopped realizing that she was rambling again, her cheeks flushed as she smiled up at the ceiling.

There was a small pause. Alyssa bounced on the balls of her feet. She hoped she didn't scare him away.

"I believe you do not wish to disturb Doctor Banner? " Alyssa shook her head vigorously, the last thing she needed was to vex one of the only people she felt safe it.

"Alright, Miss. But there are some floors that are currently unsafe for exploration, I will inform you of them when required. In addition to that, I will be looking over you and report to Sir, if need be."

Alyssa squealed a little internally with excitement when the glass door opened soundlessly.

Inside the elevator there was no panel like in traditional elevators, there was simply a small screen where the floor number had to be entered.

"Where to, Miss?"

Alyssa ran a hand over the screen with something akin to awe. The elevator was almost as big as her bedroom back home!

"Miss?" Mister Jarvis asked again. Alyssa thought for a while before replying, "Floor 31!"

"Pardon?"

"Em. Floor 31?" She asked with hesitation.

"And why that particular floor, Miss?" There was something hard in Jarvis's voice, Alyssa didn't like it.

"Because my birthday is on July 31st? Uh, I am sorry. I didn't mean to cause trouble. It's fine. We don't hafta go"

"Forgive me, Little Miss." Mister JARVIS sounded almost apologetic, Alyssa relaxed a bit, "An individual with substantial threat level is residing on that floor for the time being. It was...slightly disconcerting that you picked the exact floor."

"It's fine." Alyssa shrugged, she didn't mind a bit of harsh talking. "Sooooo," she began to break the slightly tense silence, " who is this 'individual'?"

"I'm afraid I'm not at the liberty to say."

Alyssa pouted a bit but insisted, "But, Mister JARVIS. If I need to stay safe I need to know what to stay safe from, don't I? After all, Mel says that ignorance is very dangerous. " She nodded her head sagely as if willing him to agree with her.

Mister JARVIS stayed silent for a while, thinking probably.

"The individual in question is Loki Odinson."

Alyssa's eyes widened, her mouth dropped open. "Loki? You mean the Loki? God of Mischief Loki? That Loki?!"

"Yes. You know of him?" Jarvis confirmed her suspicion. Alyssa jumped a little.

"Yes. Yes! Who doesn't?!" She grinned a bit, "Loki is the trickster! He's so clever."

"And you know that because-?" He left the sentence incomplete.

Alyssa ran a hand over her clothes. Maybe she could really meet him? She could finally see what he looked like!

"Melina told me so many of his stories. And he's here?"

"Little Miss, Must I remind you that Loki is here as a prisoner awaiting trial?"

And with that, all her hopes were dashed. Alyssa's smile fell, she bit her lip. She opened her mouth to say something but thought better of it. JARVIS sounded strict about this issue and she didn't want to push.

"Okay," she sighed heavily. "Can we go to 30 instead?"

"Of course, Miss." The voice sounded a bit more gentle. Alyssa leaned against the glass wall of the elevator and pressed the 3 and 0 on the display, smiling a bit when the screen beeped a bit to show that her floor had been entered.

She curled and uncurled her toes, waiting to reach the floor. The screen showed the countdown now, showing their position. It was moving very fast.

40

39

38

She tried not to think about it but she couldn't help it. Loki kept coming back to her mind. He was right there and-. And JARVIS said that he was a threat. Alyssa wondered what he'd done. Maybe it was a misunderstanding or something, he was the God of Mischief not the God of Evil.

She focused on the screen trying to push away the thoughts,

35

34

33

She glared at the screen. She really really wanted to meet Loki. But even if she told him that, the ghost-Mister Jarvis- will probably not let her go. He could control the elevator as clear by his opening of the doors.

32

Just one floor to go.

31

The elevator stopped suddenly. Alyssa almost fell forward but steadied herself against the wall.

"Mister Jarvis?" She asked softly. There was no answer. Did she-Did she do this? A shiver went up her spine. Alyssa shook her head, her hand reached to grip her pendant.

The elevator door opened.

Alyssa hesitated for a bit, wondering if she should go or not. Then feeling the pendants smooth surface in her hand, she took a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator.

#tony stark has a heart #tonystark #Harry Potter #female!harrypotter #kid!fic #Beyond the blaze #Fanfiction #marvel

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Because of Reasons

Chapter 1

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Rows upon rows of candles. Romantic music piped in from…..somewhere.  Something aromatherapeutic in the air, probably something very expensive.  And now Peter Parker, dressed in the crisp black suit that had arrived for him that morning, was trying to sit upon the floor (was this a white fur rug?  In front of the fireplace?  Yes, yes it was.  What was white and furry that needed to die to make this rug?  Or was it (hopefully) something more humane, some faux-bear something because Tony wasn’t exactly a rich trophy hunter that stuff went on a generation ago wait maybe he inherited it from his father HOLY SHIT WAS HE ABOUT TO HAVE SEX WITH TONY STARK ON HOWARD STARK’S DEAD BEAR SKIN???  No no no Peter’s brain was NOT going there.)

He gave up trying to relax on whatever that thing was on the floor and perched awkwardly on Tony’s bed instead, his heart hammering so hard in his chest he wasn’t sure his white shirt wasn’t vibrating.  He took deep breaths.  He closed his eyes.  He tried to remember that this was all his idea, something he had practically demanded.

He tried to remember how he even got himself into the predicament.

It was the scariest thing he had ever done, really.  Far more alarming than climbing aboard that space ship (which was only slightly less terrifying than confessing to Mr. Stark what he had done….to Tony Stark…it was TONY Stark now….not MR. Stark … he was about to get laid and if he messed up and called Tony “MR. Stark” it would be all over before it began…)

But he had done it. He had broached the topic with Rhodey and with New Hulk, finagled a way for the private conversation, managed to get them both to open up.  They confessed, after a fashion, to their friends-with-benefits relationships with Tony.

“But that was the old Tony,” both of them reminded Peter as they ended their stories.  But Peter was not dissuaded.  The new Tony was very much like the old Tony, had very much of the same memories.  And as for the differences…

Peter tried hard not to think of the differences, besides, he reminded himself in the flickering light of the wax-smelling room, the differences were why he had access to Tony at all.

The new Tony was now the new Tech Guy of the Avengers, the Q to everyone else’s 007.  He didn’t seem to mind much (although he did hint at his confusion during one of those endless conversations with Peter) not going out on missions with the other Avengers anymore.  As he required time in daily physical therapy since his recovery, the new roll seemed to suit him.  He was perfectly happy (if a little lonely) tinkering endlessly inventing and improving new suits.

And when he found out something he’d had a delightful time inventing was, in fact, exactly like one of his inventions a few years prior, well, he took that, too, in stride.

That was the new Tony, too. Meditative.  Accepting.  Tony chalked it up to the massive amount of downtime he had spent recuperating after the Last Battle (as Peter liked to call it.)  Most the time in the hospital, he explained, was spent in contemplation. He had spent some of that time with Steven Strange (who’s ever-presence in the hospital should have been, but was not, commented upon) exploring types of meditation, but Tony confessed to Peter that there was simply no practice that could hold his attention after he had mastered it.  Instead he spent much of that downtime writing, which he declared was his new spiritual practice.  He attempted to write his memoirs (at the request of many Avengers) but now was focused mostly on a detailed biography about the invention and life of Vison, who’s death he had taken very hard.

That was the New Tony, the Tony Peter got to spend his evenings, sometimes every evening, with. The Tony who spent much of his daytime in physical therapy or involved in his new “meditation.”  The Tony who confessed that he spent time, sometimes hours on end, sitting in a chair looking out of Stark Tower down and NYC and trying to make sense of it all.  The Tony who actually slept like a normal person (his physical therapist insisted this was a good thing.)  The Tony that only started tinkering at night and thoroughly enjoyed his visits from one Peter Parker.

And, of course, the New Tony that had been divorced by one Pepper Potts.

“She says it isn’t because I don’t remember the girl, but I know it’s because I don’t remember the girl,” he confessed late one night as he tested an Ironman glove that could be stored in a watchface.  “She says it’s because that part of our lives is over, was over the day I decided to become Ironman again.  But how can a woman forgive a man for forgetting his own daughter?”

It wasn’t the only memory missing from Tony Stark’s brain, Peter knew (these conversations were held in great detail.  Not just with Peter but many, many members of the team – there was a lot of vested interest in What New Tony Remembered.)  In the end he remembered far more than he didn’t – he had no memory of the Time Heist beyond inventing and perfecting Time Travel and the moment that they all left the platform together.  He had no memory of the Last Battle at all.  Most of everything that happened before that was intact, minus a few pieces, including, much to his embarrassment, Morgan.

But he remembered his Checkered Past, Peter reminded himself, taking a deep breath and trying to calm himself down.  Tony remembered his open relationship with Pepper and his many theories and philosophies about sexual relationships and the roll of Expectations.  Oh, those late-night conversations-amongst-tinkering got very personal, Peter was happy to say.

Ever since the night Peter announced he had lost his V-card to one of his peers (in a large group of Returners who were all now in their 20’s on paper, despite still physically being teens) and insisted on telling Tony the details of his subsequent conquests, well, Tony decided they were now those kinds of friend and opened up about quite a few things himself.  Peter would say “after a few drinks” but that wasn’t accurate – Tony drank very little now – he provided the now-technically-legal Peter with beers and enjoyed watching Peter get tipsy, but he never really finished more than one himself.  No, those conversations got personal because they went long into the night – Peter picked up on that very quickly.  They could talk tech for hours, of course, but Peter noticed that sometimes Tony would keep the conversation going on purpose, until 3 or 4 in the morning when Peter would finally crash on the couch and try to get a few hours of sleep in before “School.”

“School.”  Peter laughed to himself as he sat on the bed (wondering, where on earth was Tony?  He had been sitting here, enjoying the candles and the whatever-it-was-fur-rug motif for a few minutes now.)  Peter insisted that he was studiously working at the Returnergroup program that NYCPS had thrown together to help Now-Legally-20 year olds finished with their high school diploma and on track with their Pre-Event plans for college.  But the truth is he was coasting along there – his life now consisted mostly of some daily Friendly-Neighborhood-Spiderman stuff and a great deal of - sometimes nightly doses of – Long Wandering Conversations With Tony.

It was during one of those classes, in fact, while his teacher was updating the students on the newest development, politically, in the Are-You-Or-Are-You-Not-Really-Legal-To-Drink laws that it occurred to Peter to set out on the journey that led him here to this moment, this room, this suit, this something-skin-rug.

He wasn’t 17 anymore. He was technically 22.  And if he was 22, and so obviously head-over-heals for Tony Stark, and practically a permanent nightly feature at Stark Tower and now sexually active and aware that Tony had slept with more than 1 other member of the Avengers….

Why shouldn’t Peter be getting some hot Tony action also?

#the starker thing

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Long, Last Stark (Chapter 4)

Pairing: Tony Stark x daughter!Reader

Words: 1726

Summary: During the days before Tony Stark became known as Ironman, you had been raised by him as his daughter, despite being from his one-night stand. Everything seemed well in order growing up, until his journey into becoming Ironman began had started…

Warnings: time jumps (***), fluff, mentions of Peter Parker as a child (including Peter’s scene from Iron Man 2) 

REQUESTED BY: @animefan1998-love

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Time had passed since you’d arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D. Your life now was completely devoted to them, as all your work was towards the betterment of humanity, despite it coming at a cost. You knew everything you had done, since leaving home, was out of good intentions. It killed you, when you’d made the decision to not return to Tony, so you found it necessary to preoccupy yourself in the meantime. Despite still keeping tabs on Tony and his new alias as Iron Man, which made you reassured you that you were with him every step of the way, you’d also managed to construct an aircraft called the ‘Quinjet’ and had currently been in development of new sketches for finer crafts, when Fury had decided to make his regular visits with a new guest, a young boy: looked around 10 years of age, you’d assumed.

“Y/n I’d like you to meet Peter, Peter Parker.”

“Peter, this is Y/n. She’s going to take real good care of you from now,” Fury had exclaimed, his tone ever so genuine, unlike she’d ever heard.

“What are you on about?” You questioned, your eyebrows quizzically frowning upon the idea that you’d just become a guardian.

“Yeah I need to speak with you...Uh Peter, why don’t you go on and look around the place, I’m sure Y/n won’t mind.”

Peter shyly nodding, hesitantly walked his way past you, giving a quick glance up at you before hurrying along to examine the quinjet.

“What do you mean ‘she’s going to take real good care of you’? I never signed up for this, not parenting or babysitting… I can’t have that responsibility on me, when there are much greater things to tend to, Nick.” You firmly argued, as your eyes blazed intently at Fury, who for the first time in perhaps a long time seemed helpless.

“Y/n, it’s a lot I know… But he’s much like you. He just lost his parents and has no one, similar situation to when we found you, yes? Look, we’ll take care of everything. We’ve already sorted your accommodations. We’ve decided to locate you two a secure place in New York. With your new identity and him just being a kid, no attention will ever come to you. You have my word. Just please… You’re the only hope I’ve got for him.” Fury had pleaded, it being all unusual to you.

“How’d his parents go?” You curiously asked.

“Plane crash” Fury replied, being sure his voice was low enough to avoid Peter from overhearing.

“And he has absolutely no one else that could take care of him?”

“No one” Fury had pertinently answered, being eager to hear your definite response.

“Fine… But on the condition that you swear, he’s life comes before mine. And that if worse comes to worse, I assure you...Tony is the next best option, do you understand?” You sternly imply, knowing well enough that your sympathy has overpowered you once more.

“Agreed”, Fury had answered, reaching his left hand out for the agreement to be sealed with the deal of a handshake.

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3 months had passed and once again you’d sought comfort in your newly found home with a new addition, Peter, which all had turned out to be better than expected. You’d both grown to appreciate one another, both grown to rely on each other for company and support. The both of you realising that now, all you had was each other. After seeing the progression of Peter growing an obsession to your father and his superhero identity, Iron Man, you’d finally built the courage knowing that you could trust him, as he could trust you, that you were indeed the long, lost daughter of Tony Stark. Peter was incredibly mature, much ahead of his time, so he had no issue in understanding your situation, more so this was a relief for you, for raising Peter was less daunting than expected. Although with the news, hearing that you were in fact the lost Stark,left him over the moon to have you as his guardian. Though you had made him promise to secrecy, that he would never tell a soul of your true identity.

“Please Y/n, can we please go to the Stark Convention! I know it’s a risk, and I know that it’s the last thing you’d want to but c’mon! Your birthday was just last week and I know that your wish is to see your Dad again… I know that’d be mine.” Peter begged, looking most hopeful for an affirmative answer from you.

“Peter you said it yourself... It’s a risk. Anyways, I saw my father on television...He even commemorated my birthday, and so long as he hasn’t forgotten about me yet, that’s all I want. Now time for bed!” You firmly insisted.

“C’mon Y/n!” Peter had sulked, lowering his voice immediately after triggering a stern stare and eyebrow raise from you,  “Y/n, please… There’s going to be a lot of people there. There’s no way he’d spot you, we’ll stay clear, I promise. We both need this and you know it!” He’d insisted.

“What if I think about it? Is that better than no? I let you know if I’ve changed my mind soon enough. Now… Bed!” You ushered, pointing in the direction of his bedroom.

The apartment was no luxury, simply spacious enough for the two of you. Worn-down though durable. Without hesitation, Peter immediately planted a peck on your cheek, wishing you a goodnight before rushing off to his room.

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After having caved into agreeing that both Peter and you would attend the Stark Convention, as the day grew nearer, you intensely grew anxious. Sympathy again, being your weak-spot, you knew this would clear your mind seeing your father once more again even at a distance...It was the closest thing you had since Tony left for Afghanistan. Peter already prepared for the night since the morning, you both made your way to the entry gates. The excited dissonant sounds of the crowd cheering and gasping at the various inventions on display, left you feeling proud. Proud of your Tony’s accomplishments, that he was a man capable of anything. Made you extremely honourable to call him your father. Before your thoughts could travel anymore, Peter came to a halt, as your right hand grasped in his remained behind as you took a step further. Quickly turning back to see what had caused such an abrupt stop, you immediately directed your gaze towards the set of replicas of the iconic Iron Man helmet, and instantly knew you had to purchase just the one for Peter… At least he could have it as a tangible fragment of his memory, a happy memory that he could have at his fingertips despite everything he’d lost.

Guiding him towards the counter, the moment he’d held the helmet in both hands, his mouth agape… Speechless.

“You’re welcome” you comically implied, knowing deep down that he’d have been quite thankful if he had not been so dumbfounded. Nonetheless, you both continued along the course, your eyes unable to focus on one point of the convention as your legs instinctively continued to walk towards the stage that would soon reunite you with your father.

Upon settling down in the crowd, nestled amongst the many unfamiliar faces, out of vision from the stage, certain Tony wouldn’t spot you… That was until realising, Tony wasn’t even going to show up. Immediately upon seeing Justin Hammer, you had an inclination that something was wrong. What on earth was Justin Hammer, a direct rival of your father, being doing at a Stark Convention, let alone hosting one?

To your misfortune...The Convention turned out to be a massacre. The military enforced Iron Man robotic soldiers began to target the crowd and your thoughts immediately rushed to reach for Peter to escape before any harm came his way...But he was nowhere to be seen. You could feel every beat of your heart pound against your chest which began to feel tight as the seconds passed by, your breath hitched in your throat. You head began to swerve in every direction possible, although Peter was simply a child and in this crowd he was invisible. You began to run in every direction possible in search for him, forgetting about the threat of the mechanical soldiers, you had no time to figure a plan and by the time you’d contacted Nick and he’d be on his way, precious time would be lost and unretrievable. You needed to find Peter...That was until you saw a stream of light soaring through the night sky, towards this disastrous scene… Similar to the Iron Man robots, though most family.

“Tony” you gasped, alarmed that you’d need to reunite, if it meant finding Peter.

That was until to your luck had finally turned around, and a clear path had led you to Peter. Rushing towards him, shouting his name his focus remained in the opposite direction. Unclear of what he’d been so centred on, your head instantly turned to peek through the crowd as you ran, to your misfortune, to fall unto those killing machines. You immediately quickened your pace, though had the slight, despairing feeling that you weren’t going to make it…

“Peter!” You yelled as loud as possible, before completely halting to see that Tony had arrived to rescue. With ease, he instantly ruined the machine before it could ruin your new found responsibility, Peter.

“Good job, kid” was all you’d heard, before simultaneously you calling for Peter’s name, as Tony made a quick departure from the scene. The familiar, reassuring voice up close once more than on television instantly made you reminisce home and all that you were missing deeply. Peter immediately running towards you, embracing you in a heartfelt hug, looking up to the sky, you instinctively mouthed “Thanks Dad.”

You could have sworn though...You were sure of it, you wouldn’t have traded this for the world, but you thought for a split second that Tony had looked down upon you both, ensuring of course that you were both out of harm’s way before his help was needed elsewhere. You were sure of it, that he had recognised you, you had hoped…

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With Just an Embrace

Iron dad fanfic: Chapter 4 -  Problems

She tried to get some sleep, finally being able to rest around 3:30…..until she was awakened by Jarvis at 5.

   “Ms. Potts, sorry to wake you but I have urgent news.”

She sat up, looking at the display screen projected above her.

   “Mr. Stark’s condition dropped, elevated heart rate and breathing. M62 received multiple areas of damage before I lost connection.”

   “L-Lost connection?” Any sleep that resigned in her was gone. “Can you get it back?”

   “His helmet received a 72% damage rate before the communication cable snapped. That is the last update I have on Mr. Stark.”

   “Pinpoint his last known location.”

A map projected, zooming in on Queens, New York. A location mark in the dead center of the city.

   “Attempt a call?” Her voice was panicked, fear quivering in her body. Tony’s picture appeared, the call rang once before it went dead.

   “Call failed,” Jarvis confirmed.

   “Oh god.” She breathed, falling back down on the bed. Her breathing was heavy as she pushed her hair back, the panic attack consuming her. Now she knew what Tony felt like, locked in his lab attack after attack. It was like someone was strangling her-- or the air turned hot and thick, like a foggy humid summer day. She placed a hand on her stomach, trying to calm herself down for the baby’s sake. It felt like walls were closing in on her, darkness clouded her vision.

“It seems you are having a panic attack, Ms. Potts. I would suggest calming down, as severe stress can have effects on a fetus.” Jarvis didn’t help the situation.

Her only thought was that she had to find him. If he died and all she did was sit at home, she would forever feel guilty.

Pepper sprinted from the bed, running down to Tony’s odd collection of old and modern cars. She picked one, not caring what model or how expensive it was. Turning the key, she sped out of the garage, heading to Queens.

   Once she arrived, Pepper quickly made her way to his last known location, somewhere along the 73rd Avenue. The street was rubbled and partly on fire. She got out of the car, slamming the door shut.     

   “TONY!” She screamed, the street eerily silent beside her calls and the cackle of the small fires.

   “Tony!?” Pepper spotted something red and gold on the road. The Ironman helmet. She bent over and picked it up. The top of it was indented, scratches and soot covering the metal.

She scanned the area, looking for him, looking for anything. In the rubble, she saw movement. And then a groan. She approached the direction of it, cautiously.

“Tony?” She asked, fear filling her.

“y-You should be at home…” He coughed.

“Oh my god!” Her voice broke and tears stung her eyes. His suit was ripped to shreds and scraps, blood soaked his face. A gash on his forehead slowly gushed blood.

“Jarvis..” Pepper touched the earpiece, “Call an ambulance to 73rd Queens. Tell them to hurry, it's for Anthony Stark.”

“Right away Ms. Potts.”

Tony opened his eyes, exhaling, “I don’t think this suit worked.”

Pepper laughed wearily, “No, no, I don’t think it did…”

   “You shouldn’t be here...i-its dangerous..”

   “That’s exactly why I am here.”

Sirens could be heard in the distance, some relief found Pepper.

   “Y-you...Can’t..you……”  His eyes drooped closed and his head slumped sideways.

   “Nonnono- No. Tony, Stay awake. They are almost here--” She stood up, running to the edge of the dark alleyway. The sun was yet to rise, casting strange shadows along the worn brick wall. From there she could see the red lights of the ambulance, it was followed by countless S.H.I.E.L.D vans and a few fire trucks. Pepper frantically waved down the ambulance, pointing it in the direction of unconscious Tony. The ambulance pulled up, the doors flying open and two men coming out with a stretcher.

“Please!” She pleaded, following their movement. From that moment she became inseparable from his body. They pick up the limp body, placing him on the hard bed and rolling him into the ambulance. Pepper got in with them, holding his hand tightly as she sobbed over him.

They told Pepper she wasn’t allowed in the O.R. and instead of letting her wait, they insisted on her getting another ultrasound. She hadn't even experienced morning sickness yet, and they were two trips to the hospital on emergency circumstances. She questioned herself if this was the life she wanted to give a child, before waving the thought away.

   “Everything seems okay, but I would definitely avoid traumatic stress or any kind of stress for that matter. It can turn a healthy pregnancy into something bad, Mrs. Potts.” A nurse pulled off her gloves after wiping her stomach of the sticky gel.

   “O-oh, it’s just Ms. Potts.” She told her, kind of disappointed. “Is there any updates on Anthony Stark?”

   “I will go check.” She smiled and walked out the door, leaving Pepper to her thoughts.

She felt tears well in her eyes as she thought about the event that just happened. That turned to a single tear rolling down her cheek, to a burning feeling in her throat as she broke down, not wanting to cry again. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. She was so tired of being scared. So. Tired.

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Moon neglected and beat his own children. How did it affect them?

Hyo Jin Moon: “I know my Father. He made me, so we are just like each other. We can kill one another.”  

At Pledge Service, November 1994 at Belvedere (video link below)

Shamanism in the Unification Church While church members generally consider themselves to be Christian, the church’s rituals and practices share much with Korean shamanism. Practices such as ancestor veneration / liberation from evil spirits, spiritual channeling, sacrifices, songs, drumming, rhythmic movements and beatings are all common in Korean shamanism and culture.

The Master Speaks These questions and answers have been transcribed from tapes made during our Leader’s sessions with members and guests at Centers throughout the United States during his trip in March and April 1965.

Question: Should we keep our physical children with us?

Sun Myung Moon: Yes, of course. You cannot leave them on the street. You must protect them. If they do not obey you, you can even strike them. In the satanic world, if you beat children it is from your temper and is sin. But now you know the absolute good, and if they do not obey you can bring them by force. It will be good for them after all. In our group, some people have neglected their children and devoted themselves completely to witnessing. This has happened because, if you are not restored, your children will perish automatically. If you don’t find three spiritual children, how can your physical children benefit? In that sense, your problem is more urgent. For this reason, some parents have neglected their children. After they are blessed they ... and take them back.

Sun Myung Moon: “From today on, if you meet anybody around you who criticizes or judges True Family because of what is happening right now, you can hit them in the mouth. If anyone writes a wrong letter to True Family you can break their arm.”  February 24, 1996, Sao Paolo, Brazil

Sun Myung Moon: “Your mission is only the territory of your relatives. How much easier it is for you compared to True Father’s course. You have absolutely no excuse. Those who have the confidence to fulfill your mission of accomplishing 3.6 [million] couples Blessing this year, show your hands. (Applause) Father wants Reverend Kwak to keep a baseball bat in his hand all the time and if he sees anyone neglecting their mission in this regard then he can freely use it. Particularly those who are sleeping and hiding, Reverend Kwak’s baseball bat will fall upon you at any time.”  February 13, 1997, New Yorker Hotel, New York

Hyun Jin Preston Moon interviewed in September 2010

Question: Do you have any episodes you remember while fishing with your father? Preston: “When I was a teenager, I remember fishing with my father one day on the cold Alaskan sea. I was in an accident. While my father was focused on fishing with other people at the stern of a small boat, I was fishing at the front of the boat and fell into the sea. The water temperature of the Alaskan sea is so cold that most people die from a heart attack after about 15 minutes in the water. But nobody noticed that I had fallen overboard! I tied the thick fishing line used for catching King Salmons around my arm and desperately moved toward the boat, barely surviving. At that time, my father continued fishing without batting an eye. I was shivering with cold but he kept me with him for the rest of the fishing trip and then we returned back to the harbor.”

Question: He was very strict in how he raised you. Preston: “(Laughter) Such training from my father made me who I am today. My father wanted his children to become better than him and wanted them to grow through challenges.”Trained during his youth on the rough sea, today when Hyun Jin Moon goes to the Alaska mountains to hunt, he will stay there for one or two weeks. Sometimes the guide becomes exhausted and goes back early. In the deep mountains, after hitting the target, he skins the animal himself, carves the meat and puts it all into his backpack. Then with a heavy load, he gladly completes the tough journey back that could cover several miles.”

Hyung Jin Sean Moon: “You know Father, he would slap me. Not only slap, he would smack me every day. Punch me. You know, he would smack these guys all the time. You know, and these guys took it every day… These guys have to be like ironman, they have to be superhuman, iron butt training. So don’t criticize them so quickly and easily. That’s not a sign of maturity… I saw them get smacked so many times… We got the most beatings.”  September 23, 2012, New York

In Jin Tatiana Moon (extract from Nansook Hong’s book, In The Shadow Of The Moons: My Life In The Reverend Sun Myung Moon’s Family, page 101) “In Jin disapproved of my friendship with her sister [Un Jin] but she could be nice to me herself when it suited her purpose. She came to me once, asking to borrow some clothes so she could sneak out that night. Her own room was next to her parents’ suite in the mansion and she did not want to risk running into Father. Why not? I asked. She told me that recently she had come into her room on tiptoe about 4:00 A.M. It was still dark. She thought she was in the clear, when she saw Father’s shadow in a chair across the room.

As Sun Myung Moon struck her over and over again, his daughter told me, he insisted he was hitting her out of love. It was not her first beating at Father’s hands. She said she wished she had the courage to go to the police and have Sun Myung Moon arrested for child abuse. I lent her my best blue jeans and a white angora sweater and tried to hide how shocked I was by her story.

As much as anything about my new life in the True Family, the antipathy between the Moon children and their parents stunned me. Early on, I was disabused of the idea that this was a warm and loving family.”

In Jin Tatiana Moon spoke in 2014: 5:15 “So …as angry as my father was for the first ten years that I lived up in Boston. He would scream at me for 3 or 4 hours every time I came back home to wish him happy birthday, or to wish him happy God’s Day. You know, Father was extremely angry.  In a way I am hoping that my marriage, and the dissolution of my marriage thereafter, can be a good example of what not to do to our kids, and what not to do to the future blessed couples that aren’t …

“Forcing people into marriage is not right. Political marriages is not right, you know. What I’ve been pushed to do which is really simply nothing other than institutional rape is not right. With two people standing outside your door because they’re afraid you’re going to run away. That is not right. And not wanting to deal with the consequences of your actions of forcing two people into marriage is not right. And not having support and not being nurturing while your child is trying to deal with what you crammed down their throat is not right either…

7:00 “Shocking as it was for my mother to hear my story, the last 30 years of marriage which I have never spoken to her about. You know, she had to learn too. A lot of people think that, well In Jin was just acting on her own behalf and she is just doing whatever she wants. No, I am not doing whatever I want…”  LINK

In the early 1980’s there was a gym at East Garden where a martial arts expert came to teach karate to the older sons. One day Hak Ja Han came there when Heung Jin, Kook Jin and Hyun Jin were training. She said “Let two of them fight until they are bloody.” The martial arts teacher was not happy about this and resigned shortly afterwards.

Nansook Hong and Un Jin Moon were both beaten by their husbands: VIDEO of them being interviewed on ‘60 Minutes’ Mike Wallace: “Whenever she told Rev. and Mrs Moon about the beatings, Nansook says, they blamed her.” Nansook Hong: “I was not ideal wife for Hyo Jin that is why he would behave in a certain way towards me, and I was not a good member of their family… so also it was my fate…” MW: “Who told you that? Mrs Moon or …” NSH: “Both, both of them, yes. And it was my fate that I have to endure these things.” Un Jin Moon: “Sounds familiar” MW: “Nansook is getting support from a surprising source, one of Rev. Moon’s daughters, Un Jin Moon. She told me her parents blamed her too when she was abused by her husband [Jin-hun Park, son of ‘Tiger’ Park]. MW: Did he beat you?” UJM: “Yes” MW: “And you would tell your folks?” UJM: “Yes” MW: “And they would say…” UJM: “I deserved it” MW: “Un Jin Moon is estranged from her parents, but she has never criticized them in public before. …” [Apparently Jin-hun Park used to drink.]

Nansook Hong: “Sun Myung Moon seemed to take pleasure in the reports that filtered back to East Garden of the beatings being administered by the Black Heung Jin. He would laugh raucously if someone out of favor had been dealt an especially hard blow.” (pages 150-153)

MLP: “Having grown up around them, I can confirm that when the Moons wanted something, it was there. Thus, they learned to take and only to take. They learned to brow beat, insult, demean and ultimately to physically intimidate those around them. But they never learned to give and never learned basic empathy for those that provided them all their untold wealth.”

Sam Park: “My mother’s involvement with Rev. Moon started in 1953 when, at the age of 17 years old, he forced himself upon her and took her virginity. At the time [pause] my father said that because my mother was destined to be his eternal bride or the “True Mother” in UC parlance, he had to have sexual relations with her to reverse what the … Forgive me because I am going to bring up UC / Moonie terms. Some of you might know it if you follow the church, but a lot of you won’t – just indulge me because there are a lot of Unificationists out there who may see this and it will probably help them. My father said to my mother that – he basically raped her – that he had to have sexual relations with her to reverse what the Archangel Lucifer did to the young Eve. Rev. Moon taught that the biblical Eve was seduced by the Archangel Lucifer when she was 17 years old which was the real reason for the Fall of Man as described in the Bible. That is how Moonies think about the Fall of Man.” LINK

It has been rumored that Won-pil Kim was beaten up by Sun Myung Moon and hospitalized… Moon was rumored to have used a baseball bat at leader’s meetings at East Garden and in Korea. There are rumors of Moon violence at meetings in Alaska. There are many witnesses, but they are keeping quiet. Perhaps that explains some of Moon’s power over his minions.

Young-oon Kim: Washington, D.C.  After dinner Miss Kim began to speak: “Our Leader might be coming… If our preparation is not adequate it will take many years to clear from his mind our laxity. Our preparation must be thorough. Some of us remember his last visit when some were not completely prepared. We remember his anger at that time. If he comes and sees lack of preparation this time, his anger will be much greater and much longer-lasting.” New Age Frontiers  June 1967    pages 14 and 15    LINK

Nansook Hong: In 1992 she went on a fundraising trip to Japan with the True Mother. Before the return journey, she says: “I was given $20,000 in two packs of crisp new bills. I hid them beneath the tray in my make-up case. I knew that smuggling was illegal, but I believed that the followers of Sun Myung Moon answered to higher laws.” Much of the Moon money was given to Hyo Jin to fuel his cocaine and alcohol binges.  pages 171-175

Hyo Jin, she says, would frequently beat her. “I once tried to flush his cocaine down the toilet. He beat me so severely I thought he would kill the baby in my womb. He made me sweep up the spilled white powder from the bathroom floor even as he continued to beat me. Later Hyo Jin would offer a religious justification for beating half-senseless a woman seven months pregnant. He was teaching me to be humble in the presence of the son of the Messiah.” Her children, she says, were her only reason to live. “My main goal was to raise them decently.” Her children would ask her: “Why do we have a bad dad?”” pages 180, 184 and elsewhere

Here is another description of Hyo Jin Moon: “Most of what I’ve been told comes from people who were around him earlier, like Floyd Christofferson at the Manhattan Center studios, Leon Harris who used to watch his back when he went into the bad parts of town to buy cocaine, and others. He injured a friend of mine with a karate kick to the ribs in the New Yorker in the late 80s, he beat up another student at UTS, he smacked Ben Lorentzen around when he first went to work with him in the studio, he beat up second gens who I could name because I know their parents, he held a loaded handgun to Peter Kim’s head at East Garden and threatened to pull the trigger, he shot up a passing freight train with an automatic weapon, and he threatened to kill numerous other people including Nansook (and her unborn child)…

At a meeting in Kodiak in 1986 Hyo Jin assaulted Joachim Becker who was in his 40s. Hyo Jin got up from his seat, flung the older church brother on to the ground and hit him in the ribs. You could literally hear his ribs crack. The bewildered brother lay on the ground wheezing and clutching the side of his rib cage. Needless to say the meeting ended abruptly. Later Joachim went to the hospital and had a wrap around beige bandage wrapped around his chest to mend a few of his fractured ribs.

Those are just some examples of his out-of-control behaviour. I have good friends who worked on the ground staff at Belvedere and East Garden who used to hide when he was in the vicinity, in case he was coked up and in a bad mood. Security staff were on duty to keep an eye on Nansook when he went into one of his periodic rages. It was True Father himself who said that Satan walked in and out of Hyo Jin freely. Yet there was no direct intervention to get him into rehab when all the indicators were there, and he wasn’t taken out of position until the damage was done. Nor did he get sent to Cheongpyeong to have his evil spirits removed like ordinary mortals.

These were all eye-witness reports from people who were around him daily. And this pattern of misbehaviour persisted from his teens, when he was expelled from Hackley High for shooting at other students with a BB gun, until Nansook called time on their marriage because she realised she might end up dead, or one of their kids might die in an accident while handling one of the sixty or more guns that he kept unsecured about the old house at East Garden, which included a cache under the bed in the master bedroom, some loaded and some of those with the safety off.” LINK

Hak Ja Han wants followers to venerate Hyo Jin Moon who had many serious and well-known problems. Here his photo is seen on the altar in the main prayer hall at Cheongpyeong. Hak Ja Han also holds an annual music festival in honor of Hyo Jin.

It was 1989. The BCs used to gather every Sunday in Tarrytown. We loved being together. If Hyo Jin hyungnim was around we would follow him around and do whatever he wanted to do. He had a volatile temper and was often abusive but we were told that it was because we didn’t understand his and God’s heart. He was teaching us God’s heart. One day he had us lined up and he started raving and ranting waving his gun. Suddenly he stopped. We had our heads bowed but I looked up. He had his gun pointed at Jin Seung Eu’s head and pulled the trigger. The bullet went into the wall behind Jin Seung Eu, 2 inches from his head.  LINK

Hyo Jin was allowed to get away with his abusive behavior because there was no oversight and nobody but Reverend Moon himself had the authority to stop him. This was the type of dysfunctional and nepotistic system that Moon himself had set up.  LINK

VIDEO  Sunday November 1994 at 5am at Belvedere 0:05  Let’s welcome Hyo Jin Hyo Jin, the oldest son, is taking the place of his father this Sunday 0:40  Do you respect me? Fuck you!!! You don’t know me. … Don’t stop because I will kill you. I … Father and Mother and they know that …. miserable and I’m miserable. 1:44  “I know my Father. He made me, so we are just like each other. We can kill one another.” 3:26 “I don’t like this place, you know. I am standing here being judged by you motherfuckers. What the fuck do you judge me by?”

Hyo Jin Moon is rumored to have held a loaded handgun to Peter Kim’s head at East Garden and threatened to pull the trigger. Why?

Donna Orme Collins: “As I grew older, I witnessed frightening pre-marriage ceremonies in which the bride and groom-to-be beat each other with bats to rid themselves of evil. I had also learned that the lives of Moon’s followers were utterly controlled by him – and that he was the parent I was supposed to rely on.” LINK

Sun Myung Moon bullied Second Gen teenagers in New York

Testimony of a participant at Moon’s July 18, 2011 event in Nigeria: “I saw something I shouldn’t have seen during Hoondokhoe on the 18th July. Maybe Father sensed that the spiritual standard was not good enough, or for whatever reason it may have been, True Father slapped Hyung Jin Nim in his face in front of all the members. And after that he slapped Yeon Ah Nim, Hyung Jin Nim’s wife, in the face too. A very sudden unexpected situation. After that Father continued talking for 2 hours, but the African members were shocked to the core by what they had just witnessed. Some thought that Hyung Jin Nim’s couple paid indemnity for the failure of the members to properly attend True Parents.”

Mariah Blake: “Speaking on the Senate floor in July 1993, Sen. Trent Lott (R-Miss.) urged fellow lawmakers to celebrate True Parents Day—a holiday honoring the Moons—in the name of family values. “It is in the interest of society and government to adopt policies strengthening and sustaining fathers and mothers,” he said. The following year, Congress passed a bill designating Parents Day a national holiday.

While lawmakers were lauding Moon’s family values message, his own family was unraveling. In 1998, his ex-daughter-in-law, Nansook Hong, published a devastating expose of Moon family life, which claimed that her husband, Steve, blew huge sums of church money on cocaine and beat her during her pregnancy. Hong and Moon’s estranged daughter, Un Jin, went on 60 Minutes, where they presented a litany of allegations about drugs, sex, and corruption inside Moon’s church. They also disclosed that Moon had an illegitimate son named ‘Sammy.’”  from Mother Jones (November 2013)  LINK

Extra-Sacramental Rituals of the Family Federation for World Peace After the Blessing ceremony, for the First Generation there is an “Indemnity Stick ceremony” where the couples all have to beat their spouse’s buttocks as hard as they can with a baseball bat or a heavy stick. The purpose of this is to pay a price for the sin of Adam and Eve by hitting the sexual area. It is also meant as the one time a couple is allowed to physically assault one another, after which all disputes should be settled verbally. This ceremony is public, and is not a private experience. Members have been hospitalized with spinal injuries because of this ceremony. LINK

An open letter to In Jin Moon and the Unification Church By Thomas Cromwell    September 13, 2012

The Incident at the New Yorker Hotel: Hyun Jin stopped talking – there was a familiar uncomfortable silence…

Hyun Jin Moon’s assault on Tim Folzenlogen

Kook Jin Moon – an elder American second generation: “Later on, there was the fight club. It was [Kook Jin] Justin’s idea and he held sessions at his parents’ compound in Seoul. “There were five or six of us, and we’d fight without gloves until we were bloody,” Porter says. Justin officiated and fought, but he didn’t always play by the rules. As one fight was starting, he unleashed a head kick. “This guy Isaac was just waiting for the fight to begin, and Justin leaped up and did this crazy swinging kick,” Porter remembers. “It landed in the guy’s face, and it looked like the guy was airborne forever, like he was levitating, until he finally dropped to the floor. It was cool. But it wasn’t an emotional thing with [Justin]. He was very calculated about his violence. He had to be the best.” Portfolio magazine LINK

Hyung Jin Moon (August 7, 2016) 1:20:50 [Probably late 2012 or early 2013] “Literally when she screamed at us, and we have shared it now, when she screamed, when we were having that conversation in the TV room of the Palace, in the inner chambers of the Palace, and when Kook Jin said: “You have to be like the Queen Mother and honor the decision of True Father.” She blew up and said: “I have absolute power” with her eyes bugging out and her face red. Both of us looked like … and we looked at each other [thinking] “Are you seeing this?, Are you seeing this?”” “Han Mother did an occult ritual … She has become a pagan.”

Sun Myung Moon (May 17, 1973, USA)

“Good morning! Sit down! I am going to speak about the significance of a training session like this….

In your own way, you can organize your lecture. In order for you to be a dynamic lecturer, you must know the knack of holding and possessing the listeners’ hearts. If there appears a crack in the man’s personality, you wedge in a chisel, and split the person apart. For the first few lectures, you will just memorize. But after that, you will study the character of your audience, and adapt your lecture. If he is a scientist, you will approach him differently than a commercial man, artist, etc. The audience as a whole will have a nature, and you must be flexible.”   LINK

The ‘True Father’ who could not forgive: “I haven’t been able to release my grudge towards Japanese people yet.” November 2011

Compare life in the Moon family with the teachings of Jesus: Six Surprising Ways Jesus Changed The World

The seven deadly sins of narcissism

Sun Myung Moon was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize in 2002

The Unification Church and Shamanism

How “God’s Day” was established in 1968

The FFWPU is unequivocally not Christian

#UC violence #Sun Myung Moon #Preston Moon #Hyo Jin Moon #Kook Jin Moon #Hyung Jin Moon #Hyun Jin Moon #In Jin Moon #In Jin Lorentzen #Heung Jin Moon #Nansook Hong

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We need you- Part 4

Summary: Max Meets Laura, and Tony has a trick up his sleeve

Words: 1677

We Need You Masterlist

Max drove the winding path out of the mountain to a little farm town close by. The pavement turned to a dirt road, a quaint little farm house nestled between barns and fields. Two young children ran off the porch as she pulled her jeep up, a Woman following behind hollering something with a laugh. The woman’s eyes locked on the jeep, giving a small wave.

    “You must be Max,” she said with a smile as Max parked, stepping out of the jeep. “I’m Laura.”

    “It’s a pleasure. Thank you for meeting with me.”

    “One wife to another, I think the best thing we can do is stick together. Come in, Come in. I’ll answer anything you have to ask.” Laura took Max’s hand and pulled her into the house. It was cozy, much like the cabin, but with little construction jobs all around. Paint can in the living room, beams leaning against the wall in the dining room. Laura Held out a Mug and laughed, seeing all the projects with renewed wonder.

    “That Clint, never could quite finish a project before jumping to a new one.”

    “Barton and Y/L/N marked safe.” Friday spoke softly, a little message center popping up beside the calendar.

    “Speak of the devil.”

    “Friday is in your house too?” Max asked, sitting beside Laura on a couch.

    “Of course, She’s handy. Makes my grocery list, watches the kids. Recently our Farm was used for a safehouse and Tony insisted.”

    “You know, I could help finish some of these projects, give me something to do while we chat.” Max took a sip from the mug and looked down.

    “Oh, are you sure? It’d be a help, and fun! I’ll fill you in on as much as I can. Hang on I have a picture somewhere in this mess.”

    Max smiled, this felt right, in a weird sort of way. Maybe it wasn’t by the best circumstances, but it was still comforting. Going to the painting things first, she looked at the half taped room, shaking her head and climbing the ladder to finish taping the trim.

    “I found it! Here they are, well, everyone but Clint and Your wife.” Laura handed up the picture, still talking. “Bruce is on the left, Scientist. Natasha, bless her soul is one of the best agents I know. She and Clint are so close, I’m indebted to her. Then Tony, Ironman. Thor, the Norse god, I know. Captain Rodgers, the first avenger and all around good guy. He has a boyfriend too, Bucky, but I don’t have a picture of him.”

    “The Bucky? Hydra escapee, metal arm xtrordinair?” Max asked, handing back the picture.

    “So you have heard of them.” Laura smirked, placing the picture on the table and grabbing some paint.

    “I remember the news, but I’m not up to date. I didn’t know there were so many.” Max said quietly. She hated lying, but there wasn’t much she could do.

    “There’s more. They were trying to train a second team.” Laura began counting on her fingers. “Wanda, Sam, Peter, Paul, Vision, Loki-”

    “Overloaded. I’ll start with the originals.” Max snorted, laughing at the look on Laura’s face.

    “I don’t blame you. Let’s see who to start with?”

    The day went on, and in the same fashion so did the next couple. Max was going back to The Barton farm daily, working on little projects, helping Laua where she could. It was nice to have a friend. Laura would chat about the Avengers, little information she had learned about them during their stay, as well as living as a wife of them. Messages from you and Clint would come up every now and then, checking in and giving updates. It was mid afternoon, and Max was laughing along with Laura when Friday made a soft chime and the message center lit up.

    “Could you check that for me? I’m going to make sure the kids are okay.” Laura asked, carrying snacks for her children out on the porch.

    “They should be returning shortly. Signed with a bow and arrow.” Max called, glancing at the pictures and notes. Spotting one that was familiar, Max pulled down the picture that was hanging in their entryway at the cabin, a wedding picture of her and y/n.

    “That’s Clint,” Laura called, walking back in. “Shortly means within the week for him.” Laura stopped seeing her sad smile. “What’s wrong?”

    “Did you know her?” She asked, returning the picture to its place.

    “Unfortunately, I didn’t get the chance. Clint helped her settle in your home, and we offered to have you over many times in the beginning. But then Clint got called away, and life happened. But Clint speaks highly of your wife.”

    Nodding, she smiled softly and said her goodbyes. Climbing in the truck, her watch went off, a message coming up on the screen.

    “I’ll be home in a day or so. I miss you so much. <3.” Max sighed, she had to tell you the truth.

____

    “You know, we won’t keep you from her. Go home, we’ll be okay.” Nat smiled from where she sat in the common room, looking much better than she did a couple days ago. You had returned to the tower the day before, all three going straight to the MedBay for various injuries. Nat was dehydrated, but otherwise just bruised, Tony spent some time in the Cradle to fix his leg, and was being forced to take it easy. Steve had yet to wake up.

    “Let me guess, Clint?” You said, rolling your eyes at the man as he ran away, making you both laugh. “I know, I could go but I want to make sure Steve is okay. Let him know I’m here.”

    Nat nodded, returning to her book. You curled your fingers back around the Mug of Cocoa, and took a breath, looking around the room.

    “Not much changed, kid. Just a couple added floors and a lot less avenging.” Tony’s voice boomed from the stairs as he came to join you at the kitchen bar. “I was just looking for you, come on.” Tony grabbed the coffee that had been brewed in his descent and continued walking towards the elevator. You slipped in just as the doors were closing.

    “I hear you talk a lot of shit about me to your interns.” You took a sip nonchalantly and challenged him with your eyes.

    “The kid ran across your suit room, and so I told him all the lies about you I could.” Tony wrapped his arms around you briefly, the most contact you’d ever get from the man. You could hear it in his voice, he meant every praise that was said. “Speaking of suit room-” The doors opened to his lab, and Tony went up the spiral staircase to the suit room. Following, you were amazed to see how many extra sections had been made. What was originally a small lab now took up an entire floor, everyone’s sections lit up from the floor. You always knew Tony had a soft spot for suits, and displays holding the originals of everyone were in front of the Weapons display. Tony was tinkering over in a section beside his, and you rolled your eyes. The suit you had long ago was on display, a simple Black off the shoulder long sleeve, shorts, and thigh high boots. The Utility belt was off your hip, and your mask was no more than a cheap halloween costume one.

    Tony made a noise, alerting you he had gotten what he wanted.

    “Time to retire the old one, hmm?” He held out a box with a ribbon on it, grey and teal.

    “Tones, I’m not staying. I have a life, one outside of avenging. I don’t plan on being here anymore.” You sat on the lab table, pushing the old weapons out of the way.

    “At least let me hang up the suit that was in your jump bag and replace it with this.” Tony placed the box in your lap and pulled up a chair in front of you.

    “There’s nothing wrong with the cat suit! And my mask runs fine when I need it.” You glared at Tony who sat perfectly quiet after your outburst.

    “Fine, I’ll humor you.” You pulled the ribbon off the box and opened the lid. Inside was a catsuit much like the one you had, but with illusion technology to look like your original suit. It was shinier than the other, and felt more like metal than spandex on the outside, but was lighter. There was a small box with a jewel inside. Quirking an eyebrow you looked to a very satisfied Tony.

    “Nanotechnology. May I?” He gestured towards the little Jewel. Nodding, you handed it over. Tony placed it in your left ear like a Comms unit then tapped it twice. Almost immediately you saw the new improved screens in front of your eyes.

    “So no mask anymore?” You questioned. It was cool, but our face was never in the public, allowing you to disappear. Tony held up a mirror and you couldn’t believe what you saw. So close to your skin, a interwoven mask with jewels sat, moving with your face.

    “It can only be applied and taken off by those of us in the fingerprint reader. Virtually weightless and form fitting. It will also connect to mine if need be.”

    “It’s amazing Tony, but don’t think this means I’m coming back.” You took off the mask and returned it to the box.

    “Keeping our options open. Speaking of coming back, when do I get to meet this infamous Wife of yours?” Tony held your hips as he moved you off the table, laughing at how red your face was.

    “Can’t keep a secret. Let me break the news to her, talk it out, then maybe you can meet.” The ping of Friday came over the loudspeaker.

    “Captain Rogers is awake and asking for Y/n.” She sang out, and you ran the fastest route to the medbay.

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THE HISTORY OF MARVEL COMIC’S DEVIL DINOSAUR Pt. 4

In February of 2015 Marvel Comics launched a new line of 65 comic books under the branding of All-New All-Different Marvel. The aim of this new line was to attract more readers by addressing the growing critique that the Marvel Universe lacked diversity in that the majority of principal and most popular characters are primarily a bunch of straight, white males – a criticism I think is completely fair because it’s true. However Marvel’s approach to addressing this issue left something to be desired. Rather than creating brand new characters to help flesh out the Marvel Universe, Marvel decided to reimagine a number of their most popular characters as non-heterosexual, non-white non-males. To this end Thor and Wolverine became women, The Hulk Korean-American, Ms. Marvel Pakistani-American and Muslim, Captain America African-American, Ironman (rebranded as Ironheart) an African-American woman while Miss America, who was already Latin-American, was revealed to be gay. Among the many characters to get this style of makeover were Devil Dinosaur and Moon Boy who subsequently became Devil Dinosaur and Moon Girl. The titular Moon Girl here is not a female Australopithecus but rather a precocious 9-year-old African-American girl living in New York City named Lunella Lafayette. In the premier issue of Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur #1 (Nov. 2015), written by Brandon Montclare and Amy Reeder with art by Natacha Bustos, a band of Killer-Folk steal a mysterious glowing object they call a Nightstone. Devil Dinosaur and Moon Boy attempt to retrieve the object when a rip in space-time hurls both the Killer-Folk and Devil into the future, leaving Moon Boy behind. Devil quickly finds herself in modern-day New York where, being a dinosaur, she proceeds to rampage. Eventually Devil comes across Lunella, who for some reason reminds the red Rex of her friend Moon Boy. Lunella eventually takes pity on Devil and smuggles the dinosaur back to her secret lab located beneath the local public elementary school. As the story progressed over the course of the next five issues, the Killer-Folk – who have also arrived in New York – assemble themselves into a formidable street gang and begin terrorizing the neighborhood. Devil is determined to get the Nightstone back from the band of nefarious Neanderthals and ends up dragging Lunella along and in the process they get into a fight with The Hulk (the Korean-American one). Once they’ve secured the Nightstone from the Killer-Folk, Lunella realizes that it is actually a Kree Omni-Wave Projector; a piece of alien-tech which Lunella hopes she can use to suppress the latent Inhuman DNA inside her which is supposed to transform her into a mutant at some unspecified point in time. Unfortunately Lunella is too late to do anything about this as Issue #6 ends with Lunella being enveloped in a strange green cocoon as her Inhuman genetic code activates. At the start of Issue #7 Lunella emerges from her cocoon having apparently suffered no noticeable change. However in the following issue she inexplicably swaps bodies with Devil leading to chaotic results but only for 24-hours. This is not explained and simply leaves Lunella and the reader wondering what the hell just happened. The next dozen or so issues of Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur are, in my opinion, the low point of the series being essentially a bunch of cameos by different Marvel superheroes mostly from the All-New All-Different line. Also with the Killer-Folk out of the picture, the principal antagonist becomes Kid Kree; a pint-sized alien invader who wants to prove himself by beating a superhero on Earth with Lunella being his target of choice – all of which reads like second-rate Invader Zim.

Things get somewhat more interesting in Issue #21 when Lunella, attempting to unlock the space-time warping secrets of the Kree Omni-Wave Projector, accidentally transports herself and Devil to a parallel universe where they encounter evil doppelgangers of themselves in the form of Devil Girl and Moon Dinosaur – the latter of whom is a purple T. Rex with orange feathers. This naturally leads to the series’ first dinosaur-on-dinosaur fight… which is unfortunately far shorter and less exciting then it should be. Two issues later, #23, Lunella finally fixes the Kree Omni-Wave Projector and manages to send Devil back to the Valley of the Flames where she is reunited with Moon Boy. Since then the series has continued but now simply as Moon Girl…

Reception of Marvel’s All-New All-Different line has proven a contentious issue. Overall, sales for the new books have been uniformly terrible with news of more titles in the line being cancelled every few weeks. In April of 2017 David Gabriel, Marvel’s senior vice president of sales and marketing, in an interview with ICv2.com said that he believed the reason for this was that readers weren’t responding well to the increased diversity in the Marvel Universe. Some commentators, like C.P. Hoffman over at Comic Book Resources, have challenged this allegation, arguing that the problem isn’t the content but the quantity; that Marvel simply produced too many new books too fast and that the current comic market simply isn’t large enough to sustain them. However even Hoffman acknowledges that many of the books which were the first to get sacked were those with non-white non-male characters with a few notable exceptions – readers seem to have responded very positively to the new female Thor for example. When it comes to Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur Hoffman writes that we find ourselves dealing with another odd outlier.  In terms of single-issue sales Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur is among the worse of Marvel’s All-New All-Different titles, coming in among the bottom 10 poorest sellers. However the series has yet to be cancelled. Why? Because while single issue sales may be bad the title does very well in trade paperback, especially among elementary school age readers many of whom are picking up the series at their school’s annual Scholastic Book Fairs. To me this makes perfect sense. If you know an elementary school-age girl – a daughter, a niece, a sibling, etc… – who loves science and superheroes then Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur is a perfect comic for them. If you’re a 30-year-old dinosaur obsessed white male – like myself – not so much. Which is fine. I’m not about to insist that everything dinosaur related be catered to my particular demographic. And if a comic like this helps to get more girls and people of color interested in dinosaurs all the better. Except of course… Devil Dinosaur is no longer in Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur. It’s too early to speculate if the change of Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur to just Moon Girl is going to stick. Or why it was even considered in the first place? Obviously the story demanded that Devil be reunited with Moon Boy at some point but much of what made the series so much fun for those who enjoy it was the presence of Devil. Can Lunella carry the series on her own? Will kids keep reading even if there’s no more Devil Dinosaur? Only time will tell…                                          

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Phylax ch 4 Who you’d be today Avengers x OC

Bennett stood in the hotel lobby, the sun was beginning to set outside. She surveyed the area. Entrances/exits, windows, emergency exits, stairs, elevators, security personnel, housekeepers, receptionist, valet, doormen, security cameras, safes, keypad entry doors. This place would take a while to get locked down. With Happy helping though they would get it done. “Alright, kid,” and speak of the devil, “do you wanna room with Tony for security purposes,” he gave his head a few subtle nods, “or sleep in the room across the hall,” a few subtle shakes. He held up the room keys in turn. 

“What are Tony’s late night plans for the next few days?” She asked apprehensively. 

“Happy and I have big plans. Gonna make friendship bracelets, a spa day, manicures, I am thinking movies and facials tonight,” Tony walked up to their conversation.

The girl reached out and plucked the card for the second room with a smirk. “My decision has been made for me.”

“Lancaster?” A man approached, the head of security for the hotel according to his uniform. He held a hand out to Happy. Happy looked from the man then to the blonde and back. 

“That would be me. Nice to meet you Mr?” she shook his hand.

“Alvarez,” he had the same shocked look they had all seen many times before.

“Mr. Alvarez, Bennett Lancaster. I would like to talk to you about the security layout in the hotel,” she followed the man calling over her shoulder, “Hap, take my bag up for me. 2306. You and Tony are in the other room. Meet you in half an hour, yeah?”

The hotel’s security only needed to be buffed up in a few areas. Camera coverage was good, minimal blind spots. Setting motion sensors on their hallway would make up for those. Extra cameras in the fire escape stairwells. Mr. Alvarez was more than happy to help wherever needed and assured his staff would be as well.

She made it up to the rooms to settle in about 9. Late room service, a shower and sleep. The next few days were more than likely going to be a nightmare.

She slid the room key into the slot before opening the door. Shutting it quietly behind her she heard the sound of a hair dryer.  “Tony? Hap?” It was probably just Tony or Happy borrowing the shower, it wouldn’t be the first time. They didn’t do well having to share space. She shut the door, deciding to just wait it out. After grabbing the shorts and tank top she packed for pajamas she surveyed. A giant king sized bed, two night stands, a dresser, flat screen tv, it looked just like any other hotel room. A rich, fancy hotel but a hotel. She walked toward the window on the far side of the room. A couch was pushed up against the wall. 

The bathroom door opened and she spun. There in pajama pants and a t-shirt, long red hair hanging straight down her back, was Natalie. “Ms. Rushman? Tony never told me you were joining us.”  

"I was a last minute addition. Mr Stark is a bit impulsive if you haven't noticed." She gave a teasing smile. "Have you eaten? I thought about seeing if I could find a pizza."

"Sounds like a good plan to me. Tony has been on a health kick, low carbs and weird teas. I could use junk food.” Bennett shifted from foot to foot.

"Great!" She hopped onto the bed and grabbed the phone calling the front desk. 

Bennett headed into the bathroom to take a quick shower, stopping by her bag on the way to trade the tank top for a t-shirt. The shower gave her time to think and formulate a plan. Heading back into the room she grabbed one of the pillows from the bed, and the throw blanket from the back of the couch and tried to make herself comfortable. The room was freezing. The blanket was too small to cover her body unless she curled up and even at that it was thin. The couch was only slightly more comfortable than the floor. She adjusted the pillow again. Nope, the floor was probably more comfortable.

“What are you doing?,” Natalie hung up the phone. Long phone call for pizza?

“Finding the comfy spot on the couch to sleep,” the bodyguard answered. 

“The bed is huge beyond enough room for both of us,” she pulled back the covers to emphasize the size.

“I’m good. The couch is perfectly fine.” The couch was one of those that is made for looks not comfort. 

“I am calling bull on that,” she raised one eyebrow looking the couch over sceptically.

“I’m good,” she insisted, pulling the blanket up, only for it to slide off her feet at the other end. 

“You will kill your back if you sleep over there.” She went for a logical approach. When that failed she decided to go with a little truth.  “The day your uh...friend came to see you. I was the one that brought her to your office. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but her voice carries. So I kinda figured some things out.”

“So you understand why I am sleeping on the couch.” Bennett pointed out the obvious. 

“You were raised with too much southern respect, or whatever you call it. I can trust you” she smiled, “besides I heard something else that day.” Bennett closed her eyes, Emily had not been kind. 

“What she said about me, it isn’t the first time those things have been said. But it is the first time someone has stood up for me. So...I trust you,” she looked up meeting the other woman’s eyes. Bennett got lost in the green of her irises.  “We can even put pillows down the middle of the bed if it makes you more comfortable.”

“You are really okay with this?” She slowly made her way to the bed.

“Since I started working for Tony, I have seen you open the door for people at least a hundred times, you know the names of everyone down to the mail guy and call everyone Mr. or Ms., every request you have made of me has been delivered with a ‘please’ and received with a ‘thank you’. You were raised to show respect. I can trust you.” She shot a dazzling smile in the blonde’s direction as she scooted to the far side of the bed. “Besides it gives us a chance to talk. I think we both could use a friend.”

She threw the pillow back on the bed then tentatively sat on the edge of the bed opposite Natalie. She reached for the remote, turning to the movie channels “So movie preferences?”

“Action is good or horror. I love a good thriller,” her eyes lit with something akin to mischief but...more deadly? 

She hid the shiver, flipping to the right channels and reading the titles.  “Ok we can do any of these. Except “IT”. I don’t do clowns. They have scared me since I was a kid.”

“Like run screaming scared or hide under the bed scared,” she teased.

“You never hide under the bed, that’s where all the monsters live,” Bennett shrugged like the suggestion was ridiculous. “What are you scared of?”

There was a knock on the door before she could respond. Natalie went to answer but was stopped as Bennett grabbed her wrist. She pulled the pistol Tony insisted she carry. She checked through the peephole and saw it was the pizza. A quick glance at her phone showed all sensors were clear so she opened the door. She gave the man the money and a generous tip before closing the door and carrying it back to the bed. Natalie headed to the minifridge. “Soda or beer?”

“I never drink when I am out with Tony. Have a hard enough time keeping him out of trouble when I am sober,” she gave an over exaggerated sigh. 

“Alright soda it is,” Natalie took out two of the expensive bottles tossing one to Bennett. It would be on Stark's bill so why not. 

“When I open these boxes I am not going to find anything really weird on them like anchovies or anything am I, Ms. Rushman” she gave the first pizza box a tentative sniff.

“No, one should be canadian bacon and pineapple the other a supreme, nothing too wild.” She opened the second box that turned out to be the pineapple one. “Can I ask a favor?”

They each took a slice from one box or the other, settling back to watch the movie. “You can ask,” Bennett replied.  Natalie had found some horrifying movie about a serial killer. Bennett watched it without flinching but she couldn’t wait for it to end. 

She turned to look at the blonde. “Can you just call me Nat from now on? I am not a big fan of Ms. Rushman.” 

“Of course,” her eyes were a warm, golden brown. “One condition. From now it’s Benn, in extreme cases Bennett. But no more Lancaster.”

“So ‘Kid’ is off the table too,” she smirked. 

“If you must, fine, but it’s not my favorite.” One thing was for sure a couple dozen times of Natalie calling her “kid” and any crush she might be developing would die. 

“No, ‘kid’ I promise, except when I really need to get your attention.” Bennett started to protest but the words died on her lips when she saw her smile. So maybe there was a crush already there. 

As the murder movie marathon continued Natalie began to ask questions. Questions about Tony and what it was like working for him. If everything they said about the Ironman was true. Questions about the tower and some of the people she had met there. 

The blonde countered with questions about her past.  Where she grew up?  Russia. Explains the room temperature. About her family? Abusive parents, several sisters. School? Private. She shared a few stories about playing with her sisters in the snow and the ballet school they all attended.

She then ventured into Bennett’s past. Born and raised in Texas. Public school. Four siblings, Elanora Elayne 33, Leopold Arthur 27, Fitzwilliam Charles her twin, and Zacharias Liam 18. She told a few stories from her own childhood.

“Interesting name choices,” Natalie smiled, “so what's yours?”

“That, my dear, is something not even Tony knows,” she drained the last of the soda. 

“Please I won’t tell a soul, I swear,” she pleaded. 

The look on Natalie’s face, Bennett would tell her just about anything. “Give me yours first.”

Her smile was wide enough to show teeth. “Natalie Aleece Rushman.”

Her name was pretty and it flowed off the tongue easily. “Natalie Aleece. I should have asked for something more embarrassing.”

“You promised so” she looked at the woman expectantly. 

“Fine. You have to understand that my mother had a bit of an obsession when my brother and I were born. So he was named Fitzwilliam Charles Lancaster and I got landed with,” she took a deep breath, “Bennett Darcy Lancaster.”

The corners of Natalie’s mouth twitched as she held back a laugh. “So Pride and Prejudice, that was the obsession.”

“All of Jane Austen really but yeah

 Mom's original choice was Elizabeth Jane. Dad said if my brother and I were going to be named after literary characters, it should be painfully obvious.” Bennett pushed the bangs out of her face again. It was drying and she knew the natural curls were making the short locks stick up at unnatural angles. Natalie hadn’t commented yet so maybe it wasn’t too bad.

They talked late into the night. Mainly just small talk but you can learn a lot about someone from small talk. What Bennett learned was that there was something off about Nat, something didn’t quite add up. 

The sparse tree line over the creek offered little shade from the summer sun. The grass under the children's feet crunched, dry from lack of rain and the hot August days. Sweat dripped in the twins eyes as they raced across the field. They stopped when they heard Leo's kite crash to the ground yet again. 

"Let me try, Leo," Fitz ran toward the darker haired boy. Bennett following her brother. 

"No," Leo said, jerking it out of the reach of the two six year olds before running deep into the field. The two gave chase laughing at the game. 

Leo dashed between two trees, the kite hanging on a limb. Fitz raced after his older brother dodging through the trees. Bennett stopped at the kite. She could hear their older sister calling them. It took a few moments but she managed to free the kite from the tree. She hid it in the bushes to throw Elanora off their scent for a little longer. Hiding from her was always fun. She scrambled after the two boys. 

The three young Lancasters chased each other up the incline towards the deepest part of the creek. Being spring fed the water was always flowing deep, crisp, and cool. 

As Bennett crested the top of the hill catching up to her brothers Fitz slipped falling into the creek. Bennett scrambled trying to reach her twin, tripping a few times herself. Reaching the bank she could see Fitz fighting to sit up, fighting to push his way out of the water. His head was slammed back under the surface hard, red began to mix with the water.

Bennett raced to Fitz. She climbed into the water to get a better hold on her brother. She reached for his shoulders but found her hands wrapping around his throat. Bennett tried to move her hands again to his shoulder but they just squeezed tighter around his throat. 

Fitz wrapped his hands around his sister’s wrists fighting her grip. Trying to break her loose. As he broke the surface of the water again. Bennett slammed him under. 

Bennett’s hands slowly constricted his airway only letting up long enough to allow him to breathe in a lungful of water before squeezing again. 

Tears pooled in the small girl’s eyes and streamed down her cheeks as she tried to pull away from her twin. Tried to release her hold but something forced her hand to stay even as she saw the life drain from his body. Face paling and lips tinting blue. His eyes wide, the brown that had matched her own now growing lifeless. Bennett felt her lungs burning at each mouthful of water pushed in and the raw burn from the constriction from her own hands. She felt her body temperature drop with his and her heart slow. She began losing touch with the world around her as his mind became muddled from lack of oxygen. When Fitz’s heart gave its last beat, Bennett’s hands were freed. 

Immediately she tried to pull him from the water but she lacked the strength.  A voice called from behind her, “Benn, what did you do?” Elenora and Leo stood on the crest of the hill looking down at her. 

Panic set in. Her small hands covered in her brother’s blood. Her fault. His body floating in the swollen creek. Her fault. His lifeless eyes staring up at her. Accusing her. It was justified, she had done it. Fitz was dead because of her. Her fault. 

Bennett ran from the creek and through the field back toward their home. 

Her fault.

If she could get to Momma she could fix it. Momma could fix anything. Even this. The house though wasn’t where it should have been. She was lost.

Her fault. 

Fitz was dying. Fitz was dead. 

Her fault. 

She ran and ran. Searching for home, calling for her mother. Getting no closer to finding either. The coldness she had felt from Fitz began to seep in again. 

Her fault. 

“Bennett,” a faint voice called. 

Her heart began to slow, and breathing became shallow. She fell to her knees, tears mixing with the blood on her hands as she cried for relief of some sort.

 “Bennett.”

 Darkness crept in crowding her vision. She deserved this.

 “Bennett”

 She deserved death for what she had done. What she was capable of. Bennett lay in the field curling her small body as tight into itself as she could, surrendering to the end. Breath growing slower, pulse getting weaker, vision growing darker and body temperature dropping by the minute. It was going to be a slow death. 

“Benn.”  

She closed her eyes accepting fate even as the tears continued to fall. Death was scary. She lay waiting for the end but it didn’t come. 

Instead of getting colder the next minute she felt an added warmth. The minute after that her vision began to soften if not lighten. She began to slip into a peaceful sleep. Breathing returning to a natural pace, listening to a soft heartbeat that was not her own but promised safety.

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